NationStates Jolt Archive

Sasha City

780,000 communists supporters marched through the city during the day, each person had a red flag or a poster of Lenin.
"Cultural Revolution! We need a revolution!"Yelled the communists.
Greal troops were alarmed by the sudden appearance of hundreds of thousands of communists. They had orders for no violence ever since the embassy massacre last month, however Greal troops stood near the communists, posing a mencing force, The communists came prepared though.
"LENIN! LENIN!"yelled the crowd, people walking by were amazed by this sudden appearance of communists.
The communists continued to grow in size.

Military headquarters, Sasha

General Heart was in the war room along with all the other top ranking generals.
"Around 800,000- communists are marching through Sasha sir."said General Dorn looking at the map of Sasha.
"We do not want to use violence."said General Heart
"These people want a communist government and a cultural revolution sir."said General Gore
"How do we get these people out of Sasha? Its bad enough for communists to be walking thorugh our capital."said general Heart looking at the map of Sasha, the map had a red line to show where the communists were marching through.
"We could shot them sir."said general Dorn.
"Shot all those people? They're communists, more will show up soon."said the Air force general.
"Order the 8th army to Sasha now."said general Heart, General Dorn went to his radio and began putting out orders.
"And make sure the communists governments don't know about this. The last thing we need is communists taking over Greal."said General Heart

003 Embassy Drive, Sasha, Greal

Ambassador Dmitriy Petravavlavsky-Kmachatka looked out his window that morning and saw a bunch of hooligans running around with red flags and pictures of Vladimir Illyich Ulyanov. When he noticed the massive number of protesters in the middle of the road, he immediately phoned the government in Stoklomolvi. One of the Commissar's secretaries picked up.

"There are these hooligans in the middle of the road claiming that they wish for a revolt to communism!"

"Well, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, is that our relations with the Imperial Dictatorship of Greal is at stake here! Hundreds of thousands of protesters are here, and the government of Greal probably knows already! I'm going to phone the imperial government."

With that, Dmitriy hung up. He then dialled the extension for the government building in Sasha.

"Hello? Ah, yes, this is ambassador Dmitriy Petravavlavsky-Kmachatka of Stoklomolvi, and I am seeing thousands of protesters in the street..."

Sasha City

Communists began destorying stores and throwing bricks at the nearest store. Greal troops now had to do something, they fired into the air.
"Stop now, or we will fire."said a loudspeaker.
The communists continued to ignore the Greal soldiers, they put up a red flag on the pole. A Greal soldier fired at the pole, the flag was knocked down by the bullets, but the communists braved the bullets and put up the red flag again.
"Lenin will rule Greal!."yelled a communist on the red pole.
Greal troops looked at their commanders for orders, the commanders didn't know what to do.

At the other side of Sasha, the Greal 8th army of 300,000 troops arrived, They were armed with pretty much everything a soldier needed. tear gas was fired, but the communists protesters had gas masks, which the Greal troops were completely surprised.

003 Embassy Drive, Sasha, Greal

Ambassador Dmitriy Petravavlavsky-Kmachatka looked out his window that morning and saw a bunch of hooligans running around with red flags and pictures of Vladimir Illyich Ulyanov. When he noticed the massive number of protesters in the middle of the road, he immediately phoned the government in Stoklomolvi. One of the Commissar's secretaries picked up.

"There are these hooligans in the middle of the road claiming that they wish for a revolt to communism!"

"Well, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, is that our relations with the Imperial Dictatorship of Greal is at stake here! Hundreds of thousands of protesters are here, and the government of Greal probably knows already! I'm going to phone the imperial government."

With that, Dmitriy hung up. He then dialled the extension for the government building in Sasha.

"Hello? Ah, yes, this is ambassador Dmitriy Petravavlavsky-Kmachatka of Stoklomolvi, and I am seeing thousands of protesters in the street..."

"Yes, pelase stay where you are, Humvees are going to take you to the safety building."said a voice on the phone, minuests later, 10 humvees drove through the crowd escort by Greal troops.

To strike two birds with one stone, the Democratic Empire has dropped a single godrod in the general area of the Communist protest.

Official Telegram

As a concerned Ally of Greal Fordock would like to inquire as to the events in the capital and peaceful means of quelling the disturbance?

OOC: Short Question, whats a Godrod?

Official Telegram

As a concerned Ally of Greal Fordock would like to inquire as to the events in the capital and peaceful means of quelling the disturbance?

Message to: Fordock

The Imperial Dictatorship of Greal has no idea how this happened, or how to clean this up.

To strike two birds with one stone, the Democratic Empire has dropped a single godrod in the general area of the Communist protest.

((I would ignore this Greal. JUst a rather plain and totally stupid thing to do :P If it was well described and asked permission to do then by all means don't ignore this but here is just an example of a nation being lazy))

The Empire of Kontor has heard rumers that communist rebels were disruping your fine nation. Do you require any military aid?

Streets in Sasha, Greal

Dmitriy rode in the humvee, watching as the communist protesters yelled at him through the glass.

"Remember who you are, comrade!" "You're one of us!" "Join us, and overthrow this blasted dictatorship!" "Come, comrade! Join us in our battle against the oppressor!"

Dmitriy just sat there and stared out the glass, when, suddenly, a number of communists with red flags and apparently stolen riot shields (they had the Greal markings on them) appeared. They rammed the flags into the glass windows, which held only for mere seconds. The Greal troops around the humvee were smashed to bits by the protesters, and Dmitriy was dragged out of the humvee and into the cheering crowd.

"You're safe with us now, comrade!"

Dmitriy, who was utterly confused, as then shot by a loyalist on top of a roof. His corpse was laid gently on the ground, while the communists pulled out pistols and shot the loyalist to kingdom come. Dmitriy Petravavlavsky-Kmachatka lay dead on the pavement.

OOC: I hope this is ok, i don't know how much is known.

IC: The news of widespread protest in Greal had piqued the interest of Empress Mei Mian. Feeling increasingly isolated among her capitalist neighbors, She was always looking for a chance to meet some possible new friendly faces, or create them. If these Leninists could succeed, maybe they could be a new ally. She quickly met with her closest advisers, and sent an secret cryptic communique to the revolutionaries.

SIC:
To:The Communists of Greal
I have heard your cries of oppression, and wish to offer support to your cause. I have prepared 5 billion dollars in aid to help you in your fight against the current regime. It shall be wired as soon as a secure account can be found. Further involvement is currently in discussion, although nothing can be guaranteed.

Best of Luck,
A Friend

Streets in Sasha, Greal

Dmitriy rode in the humvee, watching as the communist protesters yelled at him through the glass.

"Remember who you are, comrade!" "You're one of us!" "Join us, and overthrow this blasted dictatorship!" "Come, comrade! Join us in our battle against the oppressor!"

Dmitriy just sat there and stared out the glass, when, suddenly, a number of communists with red flags and apparently stolen riot shields (they had the Greal markings on them) appeared. They rammed the flags into the glass windows, which held only for mere seconds. The Greal troops around the humvee were smashed to bits by the protesters, and Dmitriy was dragged out of the humvee and into the cheering crowd.

"You're safe with us now, comrade!"

Dmitriy, who was utterly confused, as then shot by a loyalist on top of a roof. His corpse was laid gently on the ground, while the communists pulled out pistols and shot the loyalist to kingdom come. Dmitriy Petravavlavsky-Kmachatka lay dead on the pavement.

Embassy Avenue, Sasha

Greal troops now had to do something, A Nakil tank fired at the group of communists, the street exploded, killing most of the group, Greal troops ran back to the tanks when the communists began chasing them down the street.

300 Greal Shark fighters and Eurotyphoon fighters flew over the crowd, they had bombs just in case they had to bomb the crowd..

OOC:Greal check your TGs

Telegram to Greal:

The Union Marines stand mobilized and ready to assist you in quelling this "civil distrubance" Just say the word, and were there.

OOC: I hope this is ok, i don't know how much is known.

IC: The news of widespread protest in Greal had piqued the interest of Empress Mei Mian. Feeling increasingly isolated among her capitalist neighbors, She was always looking for a chance to meet some possible new friendly faces, or create them. If these Leninists could succeed, maybe they She quickly met with her closest advisers, and sent an secret cryptic communique to the revolutionaries.

SIC:
To:The Communists of Greal
I have heard your cries of oppression, and wish to offer support to your cause. I have prepared 5 billion dollars in aid to help you in your fight against the current regime. It shall be wired as soon as a secure account can be found. Further involvement is currently in discussion, although nothing can be guaranteed.

Best of Luck,
A Friend

Warehouse, Sasha

the ten top communists of Greal were in a warehouse, they were talking about the next step when they got the message. Along with the communists were 10 crates full of rifles and assault rifles that came from a communist supporter.

[OOC: Seeing as to how my ambassador is dead, should I be the rebelling communists? An NPC is usually ungood.]

The Emperor Olaf V is willing to contribute 200,000 fully armed soldiers with an additional force of one hundred thousand riot soldiers to aide in putting down the communist uprising. Furthermore, if the need arise, we are willing to send in more forces to help put down the insurection due to the threat that a communist Greal posses to current Scandinvan interests.

Signed,
Imperial Steward,
Lord Erida

[OOC: Seeing as to how my ambassador is dead, should I be the rebelling communists? An NPC is usually ungood.]

OOC: You can RP some of the communists if you want.

OOC; Greal, mind if I start my IC as some marines sent to provide crowd control?

The Emperor Olaf V is willing to contribute 200,000 fully armed soldiers with an additional force of one hundred thousand riot soldiers to aide in putting down the communist uprising. Furthermore, if the need arise, we are willing to send in more forces to help put down the insurection due to the threat that a communist Greal posses to current Scandinvan interests.

Signed,
Imperial Steward,
Lord Erida

Greal accepts your offer, please send them now, the situation is going out of our control.



OOC: Sorry for the bad post.

OCC: i know this is turing into a violent revolution, but dont like have the mob kill innocents for no reason.

OOC; Greal, mind if I start my IC as some marines sent to provide crowd control?

OOC: You can send some marines now. I'll make a OOC Thread for this.

Greal accepts your offer, please send them now, the situation is going out of our control.



OOC: Sorry for the bad post.We have begun the shipment of our soldiers to your nation, though one note the Scandinvan forces will use less then deadly force to break up any rioting groups in that they are trained to defend themselves if they are attacked.

Signed,
Imperial Steward,
Lord Erida

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

With the body of Dmitriy Petravavlavsky-Kmachatka on the ground bleeding profusely, the crowd began to become more violent. A number of communists armed with riot shields moved to the front of the crowd, while the red flags started going down and AK-47s and MR-443s [pistols] went up into the air. Molotov cocktails were being thrown into the air at the Greal troops and nearby stores. The conflict had begun.

OOC: OOC thread is http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13160292#post13160292


IC:
Sasha

The 8th Army was reinforced by more and more troops, they had surrounded the communists. Nakil tanks plus Lyran tanks and SOL T-62s lined up and faced the crowd. Greal troops armed with M16s and riot sheilds went ahead of the tanks. The communists took out their assault rifles and other things they needed.

An Osprey VTOl roared near the crowd. "We're supposed to control that?" One of the Marines said. "You got it, there untrained civies, were military veterans, what chance do they have?" The VTOl touched down and 20 marines exited. "Secure the LZ." Said the commander. The marines circled around, checking buildings before reporting back in. "Situation clear, bring 'em in." 20 VTOls roared over head, touching down and realsing their cargo fo twenty marines. Every single marine was armed with standard riot gear, A riot shield with a nich for a rifle, and a XM 8 assault rifle. "We're clear here, head to the crowd."

Sasha

The Highway out of Sasha was jammed with cars trying to get out of the fighting, on the other side of the Highway, Humvees, armored personnel carries, tanks, and trucks were driving into the city, a few new Speeder tanks were also driving downt he highway toward Sasha, but their speed was very useful in this type of situation.

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

"Death to the oppressors!" "Forward, comrades, to victory!" "Glory goes to the first man to die! Charge!"

The communists, who had been hiding in a nearby warehouse, charged at the landed VTOLs and tossed molotov cocktails at them, and then pulled out AK-47s and sprayed whoever was there with 7.62x39mm Soviet rounds. Meanwhile, the crowd turned around and fired at the marines with all of their AK-47s, and others charged at the parked Greal vehicles with demolition charges.

"For the motherland!"

Elsewhere, communists were receiving aid from a certain unknown benefactor in the form of RPG-7s and AK-74s. Communist uprisings occurred all over Greal, though mainly in groups of only twelve or so.

CPl. Westfield headed his squad down the alley way. The pop-pop-pop of machine gun fire in the distance indictaed the riot had long since broken out into a small battle. "Kepp low, move fast, shoot anything with a hammer and sickle." The lead marine nodded and rounded the corner, noly to catch a round in thr chest. The bullet tore through his vest and thumped against the back, his face controted in a grimace of pain as he fell. "Medic!" He screamed through blood bubles. CPL. Westfiled waved his hand down. "Sniper, get to cover!" One of his men kicked in a door for cover and was shredded by assault rifle fire. A marine sidled up against the door, pulled a pin on a grenade and held up and semi-clenched fist fire in the hole he rolled the grenade in, hoping it wouldn't be noticed. Seconds later, an explosion blew out the ground floor windows, followed by bits and pieces of rubble, blood and bone. "Clear!" he shouted. The marines filed into the groundfloor and immediatly secured the stair well. "Sniper on the roof, three men, go!"

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

"Death to the oppressors!" "Forward, comrades, to victory!" "Glory goes to the first man to die! Charge!"

The communists, who had been hiding in a nearby warehouse, charged at the landed VTOLs and tossed molotov cocktails at them, and then pulled out AK-47s and sprayed whoever was there with 7.62x39mm Soviet rounds. Meanwhile, the crowd turned around and fired at the marines with all of their AK-47s, and others charged at the parked Greal vehicles with demolition charges.

"For the motherland!"

Elsewhere, communists were receiving aid from a certain unknown benefactor in the form of RPG-7s and AK-74s. Communist uprisings occurred all over Greal, though mainly in groups of only twelve or so.

Sasha

Some Greal troops went down, but their bullet proof vest saved them from the worse of the damaged. Greal tanks pointed every single gun at the crow d and fired 5 rounds then stopped. Greal troops appeared on the roofs, snipers fired at any RPG wielding communists.

"Lord Commander Militant, the Greal Army has engaged the Communist dissidents, should I inform the Emperor of this?"

The Commander had no answer for many minutes. He was used to suppressing dissident outbreaks, as such things were common during Zakuvia's inception as an Empire. Many supporters of the aristocracy and the Anarchist Front did not accept the Emperor's ascension, and violently resisted, looting and destroying many innocent businesses and homes.

"Don't send word until I give you the go-ahead. This is Greal's problem, and the Imperial Guard is still not yet at Offensive Readiness." The Lieutenant seemed upset with his Commander's order. Sensing his look, he said with a low sigh, "But do order the Imperial Navy to move their combat drills to the closest border to Greal, just in case."

"And if any of these dissidents should attempt to flee towards Zakuvian ground for asylum?" Again, he had no answer. Mistakes could be made if he ordered the border to become a DMZ. Innocent refugees fleeing what looked like a governmental crackdown could be mistaken as hostiles by already edgy border guards...those same mistakes could bring the Empire into open war with Greal, something neither side wished for.

"Have Arrowhead reconnaisance flights 24/7 over our border. If anyone is spotted crossing, the mission scenario is Take and Hold. Under no circumstance should our forces be the aggressor. Fire if fired upon, but capture otherwise. Send them to Outpost 142 for detainment and screening, then, if we are certain they are refugees, move them to Outpost 318, otherwise, have Thunderhawk transports airdrop our 'uninvited guests' back on their homeland, sans grav-chutes. Given their treatment of these dissidents, I don't think they'll mind a little high velocity fertilizer. For the Empire."

With this, the Lord Commander left back to his War Council, leaving the Lieutenant to carry his heavy message back to the field commanders.

Stairwell, Warehouse in Sasha, Greal

Atop the warehouse, there were actually seven men armed with AK-74s and two snipers armed with SVDs. Two others, armed with actual hammers and sickles, waited at the back of the stairwell to sacrifice their lives for communism. All of the men on the roof excluding the snipers tossed fragmentation grenades down the stairwell, in hopes of killing at least some capitalists.

TO: Greal head of goverment
From: NCCP

We are now aware of the situation, and think that it would be best to give them what they want, there are lots of them, murding a bunch of people wont help you. We will keep you in power.

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

Communist after communist fell onto the dusty pavement as the snipers bombarded them with shells. However, the communists had snipers of their own, and, being mixed within the crowd, fired back at the Greal snipers. Nearly half of the crowd were constantly tossing molotov cocktails at the Greal troops, and, after running out of molotovs, used AK-47s and fire everywhere. Others used AK-74s and sprayed the Greal armour blockade. Numerous stolen riot shields lay on the ground, and soon after communist fanatics charged the armoured barricade with demolition charges.

One of the marines eyes bugged out. "Shit frags!" He threw himself on top of them, covering his body with hopes that he would at least survive the explosion. He didn't. The rest of the marines, enraged by his death, enetered the gap inbetween the stairwell. "Commie bastards, DIE!" One of them shouted. Cpl. Westfield raised five fingers. "Up the stairs, two more follow five seconds behind." As he commanded, five men went up the stairwell, using a varient of the Roman "Turtle" to avoid getting hit. When they neared the top, shouts of "For the revolution!" and prolonged gunfire gunfire echoed through the stairwell, the low bangs of the Xm 8s mixing with the high pitched pops of the Ak-47s. The firefight continued for several minutes, and cries of pain echoed down the stairs, whether they were his own men or the communists, he didn't know. Right when the gunfire died down, he saw one of his marines stagger towards then rail, the pitch forward, fallig sraight down with a cry of suprise. He landed with a sickening crunch. Cpl. Westfield immediatly wnet on the radio. "Tem one, status." After a moments break, one of the marines leaned over the railing. "We're a bit banged up sir," he shouted. "Ellwood, Prince and Fleet are down, need a medic." Cpl Westfield pointed at the medic. "Grab an escort and get up there." The medic pointed at one of the soldiers and headed up the stairs.

Stairwell, Warehouse, Sasha, Greal

As the marines came back up, the communists tossed one of the dead bodies back down at the marines. Both snipers were dead, with their bodies hanging over the side of the warehouse. One of the hammer men was killed, and he was shot off the roof onto a VTOL in the street below. The remaining four men pulled out their AK-74s and sprayed down the stairwell blindly, hoping to kill at least one marine before getting eliminated.

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

Communist after communist fell onto the dusty pavement as the snipers bombarded them with shells. However, the communists had snipers of their own, and, being mixed within the crowd, fired back at the Greal snipers. Nearly half of the crowd were constantly tossing molotov cocktails at the Greal troops, and, after running out of molotovs, used AK-47s and fire everywhere. Others used AK-74s and sprayed the Greal armour blockade. Numerous stolen riot shields lay on the ground, and soon after communist fanatics charged the armoured barricade with demolition charges.

Greal snipers fell and fell, but they continued to pound the communists with everything they had, grenades were throwen from the roof unto the crow. The tanks blasted the communists that had demolition charges. Greal troops drew their assault rifles and pointed them directly at the charging crowd, they fired spraying thousands of bullets into the crowd. a Greal fighters dropped bombs unto the crowd, hoping to scare them away.

The news hit The Mokan Capital a little after one. Nicolas remembered last month, what had happened. Luckily most travel had ended so there shouldn't be to many Mokans in Greal, out of what used to be hundreds monthly had trickled down to 10 to 15 going into Greal, and this no doubt would cut that number down even more.

"Are the engineers still in Greal?"

"Yes sir, Generalissimo Yuri says he needs a few more weeks"

"shit, i wanted to aviod this, fine send an iron heart division to help them out"


Embassy Ave. Sasha, Greal

Yuri, took another swig of Vodka, clutching his Thompson sub machine gun in one hand and the bottle in the other. Sure he was a communist, he fled the soviet Union just like the rest of the competent military to avoid Stalin. Now he was in charge of a few hundred Engineers in rebuilding the Mokan Embassy, who's staff was luckily in Mokastana now. Two sickle wielding bastards ran out from an alley and he sprayed them down with his old school machine gun, the engineers on the other hand were firing AM-07Ps, larger caliber and more accurate then the AK-47 or the AK-74.

"Come and get me you cammuniste, cocka cuskers"

it was rumored the Generalissimo fought better drunk, and who were they to argue..

A round caught a marine in the shoulder, tearing through bone and muscle before exiting in his armpit. He tossed himself backwards. "Frack, commies!" He shouted. GUnfire echoed in the stairwell and the medic slumped against the wall, his escort backing down the stair way, positioning his riot shield to prevent being hit. CPl. Westfield got on his radio. "We have multiple contacts, need fire support." "You got it." Came the staticy reply. Seconds later heavy chaingun fire ripped into the top of the stairwell, it was only a short burst, but hopefully enough to kill the communist rebels. "Anythime you need a hand, just call, names Mike." Said the VTOl pilot. "I owe you a beer." Cpl. Westfield siaid. "Thanks, I know a go-" His reply was cut short by a thunderous explosion. "RPG!" Shouted a marine. CPl. Westfield immedieatly got back on his radio. "All VTOLs, pull out, they have RPG and god knows what else, stay away uitil we gte rid of 'em for you." Command came over the line. "Roger that Bruce, we're sending squad four to assist you."

Warehouse

A Greal hind landed on the roof of the building, 15 troops jumped unto the roof, captain Skat was in charge, he blew a hole in the roof and his troops poured into the building.

The North Calaverian troops at the NC embassy provided a sort of Bunker for the communists, also providing them with some extra weopons, they even gave them there tank that was parked outside.

TO: Greal head of goverment
From: NCCP

We are now aware of the situation, and think that it would be best to give them what they want, there are lots of them, murding a bunch of people wont help you. We will keep you in power.

TO: Greal
FROM: Mokastana

We see you have a communist revolution on your hands. WE are willing to deploy anything you need to the fight, as of now we have one Iron Heart Div. on route, consisting of:

20,000 Standard Infantry
600 Iron heart APCs (7,200)
600 Iron Heart IFVs (4,800)
200 Iron Heart ATMGs
50 Iron Heart Command post
200 Iron Heart Mortars
200 Iron Heart Ambulances
500 Iron Heart SAMs
1000 Battle transport Trucks
500 AH-64D Apache Longbow

Will you be needing anything else?

To: North Calaveras

From: UHC


Concering the rebellion:

Do you really think supporting the communists is a good idea? They seek to overthrow a stable government, something that will cuase more bloodshed then intented, also, if you persue the option of military agression, look at all the nations you face, you have no chance, simply provide logistic support for the communists.

To: North Calaveras

From: UHC


Concering the rebellion:

Do you really think supporting the communists is a good idea? They seek to overthrow a stable government, something that will cuase more bloodshed then intented, also, if you persue the option of military agression, look at all the nations you face, you have no chance, simply provide logistic support for the communists.

Actually im in the SOL, its perfectly fine to support the rebels, we wont shoot unless were shot, but we will help the rebels, hell me and greal helped in zoingo and we were against eachother.

OOC; I know OOC posts are forbidden, but some of you might not look at the OOC thread, so, the man (That is, the thread starter) doesn't want anything really signifigant happening, that means leaving the thread at about four pages and no "uber plot device that pwns other side"

The engineers were taking losses, however what was done of the embassy was mainly the steel reinforcement and large concrete walls, the new one was suppose to be a fortress, and while it wasn't completed yet it would due.

"fall back to the embassy comradezzzz!!!!"

Yuri was out of ammo but wouldnt drop his gun, instead he slung it over his shoulder and picked a AM-07P of a dead engineer and continued to fire on the "commie bastards." The constuction equipment served well as a shield against bullets and low grade explosives like Molotovs, but the embassy was there best hope. Inside the embassy a few engineers had already pulled out the riot shields, AKMs, mortars and RPG-27. The mortars set up on what was the makeshift rooftop, an attempt to provide artillery support to the battlefield.

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

By now, the near fanatical crowd grew angrier by the moment. Eventually, the crowd retreated to the VTOLs, where they blew up the engines with RPGs and molotovs and took shelter in and around the VTOLs. Meanwhile, a number of communist infantry ran into the embassy where the general was at, and tossed frags and fired at will into the structure.

The tank given by North Calaveras was received well by the rebels. The tank, which was facing the Greal forces, fired as many shells as it could at the men before getting blown apart by the Greal tanks. The other rebels were hiding behind the disabled VTOLs and were firing as much as they could at the Greal men.

Vladistov Kremlin, Stoklomolvi

"This is preposterous!"

Alexei slammed his newspaper on his desk.

"Why is it that the Communists living in other countries always rebel against their leaders, creating a bad image for everybody else?! It...angers...me. Our men are tied up in Yanitaria and Cripistan, though we still have three million men left, correct?"

"Y-y-yes, s-sir."

"Very good. Hmm...send forty packages of supplies to both ends; forty unmarked to the communists, forty marked to Greal. Give them the exact same thing in all of the boxes: AK-2134 Assault Rifles, unmarked."

"R-right away, s-s-sir."

The secretary ran out of the room and quickly complied to Alexei's order. Alexei smiled evilly.

"Heh, let's see how this war turns out."

Somewhere in Sasha, Greal

A man who looked identical to Vladimir Illyich Lenin was making a speech to the populace about the glory of communism.

"Good citizens of Sasha! The Communists have risen! Join your brethren in their fight against the oppressors!"

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f1/Lenin.gif

With that, some cheered, others booed.

Sasha

Greal soldiers fired again into the crowd, the communists stood and fired back, Greal troops fired from the buildings, causing communists to get hit from behind. Greal tanks began to move forward, so the communists had 2 choices, run or get slaughtered by the tanks. Some chose to ran, while others jumped unto the tanks and tried to blow it up. The 8th army was soon to be reinforced by the 29th army which was on its way.

OOC: I got permission to do this.


IC: The chaos in Sasha city was the perfect time to strike. The 4 last remaining cells in Greal chose this as there big chance. One man pulled up into a gas station in Sasha city. After exchanging hellos and asking to fill the car up, he reached under his seat and found a plastic explosive he had placed there. With the Greal Soilders moving to embassy avenue the exchanging of explosive got easier. The terrorist smiled as he was told he was all filled up. He pressed the detnator on the explosive and a huge boom and explosion rocked the gas station and the near by buildings. The gas station was now dangerous on fire and people no doubt would be very hurt. It would be even worse if the fire hit the gas line...

The last three rioted in the crowd of communist. They each moved to the parked cars on the avenue. They smashed in the windows of three cars and got. They waited and waited until Greal started shooting at the crowd. Satasfied...the terrorist unleashed there final attack. They blew up each of there cars. Three explosions would rock the riot and no doubt succeed in making everything worse....

"Where d'ya want 'em, Comrade Ptushkin?"

"Over here would be fine, thank you, Comrade Haglol."

Curcuna Haglol walked around to the back of the airliner; the several score of communist militants followed him. Ivan Ptushkin kept a close eye on him as he opened the cargo bay and put down the ramp; Ptushkin peered into the darkness, but nothing could be seen. It was night. (If it had not been night, the five unmarked airliners would never have gotten in; as it was it was a close call, but fortunately all of the rioting and assorted difficulties across the country had allowed them to slip in under the radar.

Haglol gestured to the planes. "They're all in here. Seven or eight towed guns a plane -- you can count 'em if you want -- thirty crates of AKs, ten crates of sniper rifles, ammo of course -- and the smaller crates in that corner are hundred-dollar bills, about ten thousand of them a crate."

Ptushkin grinned. "You've done us well, Comrade Haglol."

Haglol allowed himself a small smile. "You've got six hours to unload 'em all, then these planes blow sky-high. And remember, this is unofficial assistance -- that's why all of these are mass-produced weapons. No official markings or anything. Try not to let slip where you got 'em."

After the exchange had been made, Haglol gestured to Ptushkin. "Comrade Ptushkin. Would you come speak to me for a minute?"

"Certainly." They went around the planes towards the other end of the airfield, where the tiny private plane was waiting with the other four pilots and their co-pilots. Ptushkin was the Murran KGB operative in Greal; and he was afforded the due respect as a consequence. "Ivan," Haglol said when they were out of hearing from the communist militants. "Same thing tomorrow night then?"

"We got lucky tonight, Curcuna. It was cloudy and their guard was down. If you want to get in again tomorrow night, I'll have to start playing around with their systems...."

"Shit. I knew we had it too easy this time. How hard will that be?"

"Not that hard, really. I enlisted in the air force, remember? Well, right now I'm running a bit over my nine hour pass, so when I get back to base they'll give me a few days confinement to barracks or cleaning duties or something. You know how it works."

"Air Force, eh? What do you fly, then?"

"Don't fly anything. I signed up for communications, and I'm mostly assigned to air traffic control. Anyway, I've got friends in the Air Force. I once got my instructions in the k-rats, ferinstance."

"Haha, isn't that the old trick." They had reached the private plane. Haglol swung around to glance at Ptushkin. "So tomorrow night won't work?"

"I'd put it down in four nights, myself. Don't want the buggers getting too suspicious about all this new weaponry that the commies are fielding."

"You think they'll catch on to this field?"

"Sure. I'll let you know where to land next time."

"The next one will be an awful lot bigger," warned Haglol. "Tanks, maybe even N-arty. So whatever diversion you create better be good."

"Don't worry."

Ptushkin watched the private plane disappear into the air. Then he set out back for his AFB and steeled himself to face the wrath of his CO, who was fortunately a relatively nice and tolerant guy, as far as COs went (and Ptushkin had plenty of experience with them).

CPO. Green's entire squad was pinned down in the city square. Squad four had lost almost all fo its marines, and squad two wasn't faring any better. "Wilkson, how bad is it?" Wilkson barley leaned around the corner when a flurry of AK rounds shredded his head. "Not to good." Said Green with a grim humor. "All pull back, link up with whatever marines are left, and get me a damn radio!" One of the marines dashed from cover, braving assault rifle and sniper bullets, and tossed a radio moments before his leg was hit by a round from a Drugunov. CPO Green watched in mute horror as the communist proceeded to fill his body with rounds. He immdiatly flipped to the HQ channel. "Command, were outnumber, outgunned, enemy keeps growin by the second. Need reinforcements, need 'em now." A second of static and HQ's reply came back. "Roger that, dispataching gunships and transport choppers, do you require anything else?" Green grimaced as another marine was mowed down. "This ain't a damn restraunt, anything will do!" A longer silence. "Roger that, dispatching civil protection units." CPO. Green dropped the satalite phone, the Civil protection units wre the worst the marines had to offer for riots requiring military force, if the battle could still be called a riot. hearted murders, thats what the CPs were Perhaps a breif description of the CPs would be adequete.

The Union Civil Protection was institued on July 4th, 1988 following severe rioting by anti-government groups. They had one mission, silence the crowd by using extreme force, that means shooting the crowd without regards for civilians, and killing all woundedand survivors. They were the last on call for riots, and they had more combat experience then some marines, making them a force to be reckoned with.

"CPO. Green, are you there?" The voice crackled out of the satalite phone. He picked it up. "Yeah, still here. Don't send in the CPs just yet, let the marines do there job," Another second of silence. "Further losses will warrant use of the CPs, is that acceptable Chief?" Green grimaced again. "Fine, damn it."

OOC: I got permission to do this.


IC: The chaos in Sasha city was the perfect time to strike. The 4 last remaining cells in Greal chose this as there big chance. One man pulled up into a gas station in Sasha city. After exchanging hellos and asking to fill the car up, he reached under his seat and found a plastic explosive he had placed there. With the Greal Soilders moving to embassy avenue the exchanging of explosive got easier. The terrorist smiled as he was told he was all filled up. He pressed the detnator on the explosive and a huge boom and explosion rocked the gas station and the near by buildings. The gas station was now dangerous on fire and people no doubt would be very hurt. It would be even worse if the fire hit the gas line...

The last three rioted in the crowd of communist. They each moved to the parked cars on the avenue. They smashed in the windows of three cars and got. They waited and waited until Greal started shooting at the crowd. Satasfied...the terrorist unleashed there final attack. They blew up each of there cars. Three explosions would rock the riot and no doubt succeed in making everything worse....

Sasha City

The explosion blow the crowd into the air, communists were outraged, believing that the Greal troops put the car bombs there. Outside the city, groups of tanks were roaring down the highway, heading for Sasha. Hopefully the situation could be solved peacefully...

CPL. Westfield's radio crackled. "Be advised, gunships and support units on there way, proceed to the Musuem of Natural History to link up." "Acknowledged." He looked up at his marines in the fire fight. "All right boys, we got bulldogs coming in, head to point Charlie Foxtrot." The marines sprinted down the stairs, dodging bullets as they ran out of the wearhouse.

Highway ZH-201

Communists had secretly mined the highway with land mines, and they had blockaded the road further down out of sight of the tanks. Most were armed with RPG-7s, and were hiding either underneath the highway section or behind the dividers and side barriers. They waited for the tanks to arrive.

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

The Communists were taking heavy casualties. Two of the VTOLs exploded, killing many of the communist forces. However, they continued to resist with all of their weapons, including RPG-7s. They fired as many shots as they could at the enemy until the situation was completely hopeless, at which point almost all of the communists detonated themselves, throwing blood and bones everywhere.

Unknown point near the coast

A small, unmarked ship sailed near a small cliff, where communists waited. They walked aboard the ship, where the captain snapped his fingers and several deckhands appeared with crates. They ferried them to the shore and back, and once forty crates were unloaded the captain sailed off. The communists opened the boxes to find nothing other than ammunition and assault rifles [AK-2130, unknown at the moment]. One of the men picked up one of the assault rifles and cocked it, and then shot at a uniformed man quite a distance away. Almost forty bullets spewed out of the gun before the rebel could control it, and the uniformed man slumped over with nearly thirty bullet holes in him.

Warehouse, Sasha

Greal communists that were outside fired at the marines coming, but then Greal troops stormed into the building to help the marines.

Sasha

The communist numbers quickly dropped due to shooting, and people running off, scared for their lives. Greal tanks surrounded the last 300,000 communists, ready to blast them or run over them. A loud speaker was turned on.
"SURRENDER OR PERISH!"

Highway ZH-201

Communists had secretly mined the highway with land mines, and they had blockaded the road further down out of sight of the tanks. Most were armed with RPG-7s, and were hiding either underneath the highway section or behind the dividers and side barriers. They waited for the tanks to arrive.


Highway

A Greal tank acdiently stopped right in front of the mines, apparently the tank suffered heavy engine problems, the whole group of tanks stopped, a truck driver at the back got mad and drove on the side, and drove right into the mine field, the truck exploded along with the troops inside. The tanks drivers were very surprised then they xcontinued to drive down the highway, going past the remains of the truck, a mine-clearing tank went ahead of them.

The mokan fleet was now off the coast, the Ironheart Division was ready to deploy,


TO: Greal
FROM: Mokan FLeet

We are ready to deploy reinforcments. Give us a place to unload.

The mokan fleet was now off the coast, the Ironheart Division was ready to deploy,


TO: Greal
FROM: Mokan FLeet

We are ready to deploy reinforcments. Give us a place to unload.

Encritpyed message

To: Mokan Fleet
From: Greal Military Headquarters

Land at Womer port, that way you can get to Sasha in 1 hour, depending on the traffic. Trucks are already in Womer waiting for your troops.

CPL. Westfield slid behing a barricade in front of the natural history musuem, the survivng members of his squad did similar things to get to cover. The marines he was sharing the barricade with was drinking from a flask, from the dirbble of it on the ground and the smeel rising into the air, it was scotch, finely aged scotch at that. That marine shoved the flask at him with a shaking hand. "T-take some, sir." CPl. Westfield waved his hand at the flask. "I need to stay shard Marine, you on the other hand, look like you could use some." The marine noded feebly, and took a deep draught from the flask. "Do you have any idead Where CPO.Green is?" The marines pointed with his left indew finger, now slightly steady, over at a larger barricade. "he came e-earlier s-sir, I think he's injured." CPl. Westfield patted the mrine on the shoulder, he had survived this far, then dashed over to the CPO, shooting back at whatever shot at him. He slid into cover next to the CPO, a bloody bandage was wrapped around his left arm. "Ah, Bruce, good timing." The CPL nodded. "Reinfocrements are supposed to arrive soon, I just hope we get some greal troops, things aren't look good for us." Cpl. Westfield nodded. "I'll get on the radio right away sir." He switched frequency to the Greal military channel. "This is Corporal Westfield of the Union Marines Seventh batallion, we need reinforcements and are pinned down at the musuem of natural history."

CPL. Westfield slid behing a barricade in front of the natural history musuem, the survivng members of his squad did similar things to get to cover. The marines he was sharing the barricade with was drinking from a flask, from the dirbble of it on the ground and the smeel rising into the air, it was scotch, finely aged scotch at that. That marine shoved the flask at him with a shaking hand. "T-take some, sir." CPl. Westfield waved his hand at the flask. "I need to stay shard Marine, you on the other hand, look like you could use some." The marine noded feebly, and took a deep draught from the flask. "Do you have any idead Where CPO.Green is?" The marines pointed with his left indew finger, now slightly steady, over at a larger barricade. "he came e-earlier s-sir, I think he's injured." CPl. Westfield patted the mrine on the shoulder, he had survived this far, then dashed over to the CPO, shooting back at whatever shot at him. He slid into cover next to the CPO, a bloody bandage was wrapped around his left arm. "Ah, Bruce, good timing." The CPL nodded. "Reinfocrements are supposed to arrive soon, I just hope we get some greal troops, things aren't look good for us." Cpl. Westfield nodded. "I'll get on the radio right away sir." He switched frequency to the Greal military channel. "This is Corporal Westfield of the Union Marines Seventh batallion, we need reinforcements and are pinned down at the musuem of natural history."

Museum, Sasha

"We have sent a platoon, they should be there soon.."responded a voice on the radio

A few minutes later, 50 Greal troops poured into the museum, the Greal troops looked exausted from fighting all day.

"Hello, I'm Captain Justin, this is my platoon."said the captain that lead the troops into the museum

Encritpyed message

To: Mokan Fleet
From: Greal Military Headquarters

Land at Womer port, that way you can get to Sasha in 1 hour, depending on the traffic. Trucks are already in Womer waiting for your troops.

The fleet arrived soon and soon Lyras Ironheart APCs were rolling off to get to help the Engineers stuck in the Embassy, as well as get this situation under control

The Imperial Dictatorship of Greal

Everywhere communist uprisings have occurred. Most consist of small numbers of people, but in Sasha, nearly all of the communists have risen up against the legitimate government. They used terrorist attacks. They bombed vehicles using demolitions and civilian-bombs. Gendarmes in most cities have killed the armed communists, but in some cities civilians join the communists.

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

The remaining communists were surrounded by Greal troops, and slowly start falling until all are dead. Guerilla troopers climbed to the tops of buildings and fired into the streets below, and some of the communists have taken to suicide bombs and pistol charges. Most of the charges, of course, are complete fail.

Highway ZH-201

The concealed communists popped out of their hiding spots and fired at the advancing tank column. Others crawled around underneath the highway [assuming that it's a raised highway] and placed C4 charges. They waited a moment, and while communists fell off of the highway to certain deaths they detonated the C4.

Museum, Sasha

"We have sent a platoon, they should be there soon.."responded a voice on the radio

A few minutes later, 50 Greal troops poured into the museum, the Greal troops looked exausted from fighting all day.

"Hello, I'm Captain Justin, this is my platoon."said the captain that lead the troops into the museum

"I'm Chief Petty Officer Walter Green, glad you could make it, we've got reinforcements coming in and needed some help clearing tha rea."

Offical message to the Greal Goverment:

I have noticed your country has spiraled out of control rather quickly. Unlike the peaceful communists we know like Shaztbottom and TWSP, these seem like blood thirsty monsters wanting to kill all who oppose there views. Obviously your contenment has failed and they now run the threat of overthrowing your goverment. So in this i give you a time table. Contain this blood driven rebellion in 48 hours or less. Or Zackaroth will personally see to it that it is quelled itself. And I believe you do not want that my friends. The clock is ticking.


Aimless von Strangaild, High Leader of Zackaroth.

Commander Jeralim lowered his vid-enhancers. The scene was of almost eloquent catastrophe: dead and dying dissidents lay in the streets, with the less fortunate ones still gasping for air as Greali troopers finished them with cold efficiency. Slowly, inexorably slowly, the government was retaking the streets from the Communists. Pockets of resistence, makeshift sleeper cells cropped up attempting to flank the advancing forces, but their ineffective weaponry and tactics was of little use against the heavily armed and armored units.

"Rather beautiful, isn't it Jeralim?"

A man in a ruddy trenchcoat approached his vehicle. The Imperial Eagle upon his brimmed cap clearly denoted his authority. Jeralim sent a snappy salute his way, and returned to peering behind the vid-enhancer.

"Quite, Commissar Gylkat. It's become an elegent mess over there. I've seen so many foreign marks that I'm having to consult the Primer... Mokastani, Zackarothian, UHC, Greali, Murran, it's like watching a holovid war drama."

"This is a very real war, Jeralim, never forget that." He said with a biting tone. The Commander didn't answer, he simply refocused his lenses and continued his reconnaisance. Speaking as if he hadn't heard the Commissar's derisive words, he asked plainly,

"The Commissariat doesn't usually come this far out unless they have something important to do, so what is it?" His distinct lack of protocol agitated the well-built and well-scarred man, but he didn't show it.

"The High Lords wish to know whether or not the Communists have a chance at taking Greal. If they do, we will likely begin mobilization and the usual trifles of the Senatorum."

"Sir, the only way I see the Communists winning now is if the Murrans go nuclear, which you and I both know isn't happening." This made the Commissar's eyes squint.

"Commander, never underestimate the desperation of the Communists. If the Murrans feel cornered, or are themselves invaded in a counter-attack, I think we will be glad for our I-field generators back in Zakuvia." The soldier lowered his vid-enhancers and looked at his superior quizzically.

"There's something I don't get, Commissar. Zakuvia is socialist, shouldn't we be out helping them instead of just sitting here in this Rhino, looking on?" Faster than a man of his stature could conceivably move, the Commissar leapt onto the tracks of the APC, pulled out his service revolver, and pistol whipped the Guardsman in the side of the face, sending him tumbling out of his armored copula. Stunned and reeling in pain, he looked up towards the Commissar and saw a man as furious as a Baneblades barrel-end. His revolver was pointed dead center on the Commanders head, with not an errant twitch in his hand.

"Learn this and learn this well, Guardsman Jeralim, the Zakuvian Empire did not form itself on the false promises and honeyed venom of Communism. Our government is made of the peoples decisions, our army is of the people's design, our Emperor is our people's avatar, and our people's will is our right to be here. Communism is nothing more than a thinly red-veiled guise for tyranny and anarchy! Count your many blessings, Jeralim, for if you were not the only recon unit in a thousand miles, I would have shot you without a seconds pause. Now get back to your post, Guardsman!" With a snapping flap of his trenchcoat, Gylkat hopped off of the APC, mounted his speeder, holstered his pistol, and left.

The Imperial Dictatorship of Greal

Everywhere communist uprisings have occurred. Most consist of small numbers of people, but in Sasha, nearly all of the communists have risen up against the legitimate government. They used terrorist attacks. They bombed vehicles using demolitions and civilian-bombs. Gendarmes in most cities have killed the armed communists, but in some cities civilians join the communists.

Embassy Avenue, Sasha, Greal

The remaining communists were surrounded by Greal troops, and slowly start falling until all are dead. Guerilla troopers climbed to the tops of buildings and fired into the streets below, and some of the communists have taken to suicide bombs and pistol charges. Most of the charges, of course, are complete fail.

Highway ZH-201

The concealed communists popped out of their hiding spots and fired at the advancing tank column. Others crawled around underneath the highway [assuming that it's a raised highway] and placed C4 charges. They waited a moment, and while communists fell off of the highway to certain deaths they detonated the C4.

Other Greal Cities

Greal troops managed to stop the small rebellions in other cities, hundreds of communists were arrested and put in the Greal Old Jail. Thousands of more communists would join them soon. Greal police were on the streets everywhere, each police officer was heavily armed with the latest police guns and ammo.

Sasha

Greal troops on the buildings blasted any communist that got into the buldings, snipers fired at any communist that had a bomb attached to them. Soem communists surrendered and were taken to the Womer Jail in a police truck. Greal troops wore down the communists, now, their numbers dropped to 50,000 surrounded by 400,000 Greal troops.


Highway

The leading tank (Which was a mine remover tank.) fell into the hole that the C$ blasted, the other tanks halted, and turned around, since the Greal troops had already almost wiped out the communists.

"I'm Chief Petty Officer Walter Green, glad you could make it, we've got reinforcements coming in and needed some help clearing the area."

"Okay, well, they will take a awhile, lets clear the area first."said Captain Justin taking out his FAMAS rifle, his troops did the same, 15 Greakl soldiers entered the museum and told then about the situation down the street.

Cpo. Green twirled his fingers in a circle, immediatly the marines gathered around as close as they could while remaining in cover. "I need fifteen of you to go in with the Greal soldiers, the rest of you, dig in, we got something going on down the road." Fifteen marines plus a medic dashed inside the musuem with the Greal soldiers, the rest started to drag whatever they could to form barricades and stronger cover.

Ivan Ptushkin had already gotten the message out to the nearest parties of communist rebels. Now all that remained was the rather difficult task of actually informing his Murran comrades where to land their arms shipments. It was a problem he pondered as he sat in the control tower of an airfield, only half tracking the incoming civilian airliner making its regularly scheduled flight from Mokastana. He had to get to long-range radio, or preferably a computer with e-mail; otherwise this portion of the global revolution would never get its tanks.

It then occurred to him that in this specific room there were only a couple of other people, and if he needed to he could finish them off, or at least incapacitate them long enough to send the appropriate message. For a moment his hand went to the silenced service pistol at his side; then he resolved to give the easy way a try first.

Getting up, he moved towards the airman closest to him, whom he knew only vaguely. "It's a slow night, Mike.... Y'wanna go downstairs, grab a beer or something? I'll hold your, er, thingy." Ptushkin had never bothered to learn English all too well, although what he did know he spoke with only the faintest trace of an accent.

"Thanks, but I'd rather mmmmfff...." Mike slumped over unconscious as a chloroform-soaked kerchief pressed against his nose and mouth, covered by Ivan Ptushkin's hand. At the noise the third man in the room turned, still uncomprehending of the situation.

"Hoi! What're you doi--"

Ptushkin shot him with the silenced pistol between the eyes. He died instantly. He strode over to the dead man's body and pushed it out of the chair, then turned his attention to the computer. It was the work of a moment to access the dead man's e-mail account, to which he was already logged in -- as mentioned, it was a pretty slow night and he was likely wasting time on the Internet -- and he quickly composed a message consisting only of a string of numbers, and sent it off to Comrade Haglol, his Murran counterpart.

As he sent the message, he heard a footstep beside him. Too late did he turn his head; Mike had caught up a piece of heavy equipment and brought it down on the side of Ptushkin's visage. Ptushkin was only stunned for a moment. He shot Mike twice, then overturned some equipment -- including the computer -- for good measure and smashed in a window with a chair. Leaving the bodies where they had fallen and taking a moment to replace his spent ammunition and discard the silencer (being careful to avoid leaving fingerprints), Ptushkin then ran headlong downstairs.

The security guards were already arming up when Ptushkin burst in, the injury on the side of his face already dripping with blood, and began to berate them. "Fools! Incompetents! Are you blind as bats?!"

"What happened, what is going on?" one of them asked him, incredulous.

"It was the Communist militants! You call yourselves security guards? They simply walked into our airfield and you did not even stop them?"

"How many Communists?" They were following Ptushkin upstairs now, towards the control room.

"Three or four perhaps, carrying silenced pistols. They shot LaGuardia and Haldon when they wouldn't comply with their demands... and they inflicted this wound on me." He indicated the cut on the side of his face. "I was unconscious for a moment, but when I awoke I heard the glass breaking. They must have gone out through the window!"

"Don't be foolish," a soldier cautioned. "The window is twenty feet up. They could injure themselves jumping from that height."

"Perhaps they had outside help," Ptushkin said. "They smashed up this room, and for no good reason but to cripple this airfield?"

"No, for a much better reason than that." One of the guards had picked up the computer. Rippling into view on its shattered screen came the "Message sent" icon of an e-mail account. Then the computer died.

-----------------------

Within an hour the place was crawling with soldiers. From the control tower Ptushkin could see their searchlights and hear their loudspeakers; he watched as they scoured the fringes of the woods for footprints or searched for traces of cars leaving the area. Few cars and vehicles passed through this particular airport, but there were enough that had gone through in the last few hours of which the traces would remain.

Ptushkin had confirmed and expanded upon his story, remaining as consistent as possible. One of the requirements for being a KGB agent was to be a very good actor, and Ptushkin was a consummate; he displayed primarily outrage at the deaths of his comrades and the failure of the soldiers downstairs to do their jobs. (At one point he was heard to mutter that if he got his hands on any of those Communists....!) He was equally outraged at the suggestion that the third dead man, whose computer had been used to send the incriminating e-mail, was in league with the enemy; he had, he stated, known Jim all of the five years he'd served in the air force and Jim was no commie.

And so it went. The computer itself was unsalvageable; but the e-mail itself was retrieved from military internet satellites, which recorded it amongst the various internet transactions completed at approximately the suspected time. The message was a string of 60 apparently random numerals. Running it through text decoders produced gibberish; there were simply too many possibilities in numerical encoding; in short, decryption looked like it was going nowhere fast until someone had the bright idea of taking every other numeral. The first few tries were unproductive, but taking every fifth numeral yielded a series of twelve digits, which the same someone suggested to be of great geographical significance.

A set of co-ordinates.

Greal authorities plugged the co-ordinates into the Greal version of Google Earth (or TopoZone, or MapQuest). And waited. Gradually, on the large computer, the image started to unfold. First the "You are here" marker in the middle of a blank screen. Then, around it, a map of Greal. The individual in charge of the proceedings zoomed in, and in again; the co-ordinates were located in the far northwest of the nation, on a flat uninteresting stretch of open road somewhere between two small towns. The nearest military base was perhaps fifteen miles away.

What happened now was up to the authorities.

Cpo. Green twirled his fingers in a circle, immediatly the marines gathered around as close as they could while remaining in cover. "I need fifteen of you to go in with the Greal soldiers, the rest of you, dig in, we got something going on down the road." Fifteen marines plus a medic dashed inside the musuem with the Greal soldiers, the rest started to drag whatever they could to form barricades and stronger cover.

Gunfire erupted outside, a Greal troops was hit in the shoulder, Captain Justin dragged him from the shooting, he took out a grenade and threw it outside the street. Greal troops went to the 2nd floor so they could pick ioff the communists.

"All right boys, SNAFU style!" Shouted CPO. Green. All at once the marines rose from cover and emptied every single round in the magazine, threw all the grenades, switched to their side arms and fired. Neddless to say, the barrage of rounds forced the communists to retreat back away from fire, and causualties were light, only one soldier was severly injured, the rest had grazes or fragments of rounds. Green's radio flared to life. "I see you've got yourself a firefight, let me help out." A F-35 VTOL fighter switched to hover mode and slowly inched towards the street, unleashing a storm of rounds from its gattling gun and a singile missle into the fray of communists. Bodys flew as the assault continued, before the pilot switched back into regular flight mode and roared out of range of small arms and RPG fire. "Ospreys on there way Chief, barley five minutes behind me."

A RPG blasted a hole on the other side of the museum, 15 communists charged in, Greal troops quickliy ducked behind the walls, and began firing their assault rifles.

Captain Justin tossed a grenade down the hall, and the grenade exploded killing some of the communists. Then another Greal platoon arrived and drove off the communists, th natural history artfiacts were removed the other day, so nothing important was damaged.

20,000 Mokan Soldiers and over 2,350 Ironhearts and 500 apaches were rolling into Sasha. These fine beauties from lyras would easily take care of this small insurgency issues. While the apaches flew ahead to scout the area..

20,000 Mokan Soldiers and over 2,350 Ironhearts and 500 apaches were rolling into Sasha. These fine beauties from lyras would easily take care of this small insurgency issues. While the apaches flew ahead to scout the area..

Of course, the crowd wasn't happy when it saw Foreign troops, especially Mokans....

Sasha

The communists realizied that they have begun to lose this rebellion, many began to surrender in large numbers, while other communists vow to fight to the last man. The Greal army surrounded the communist group with tanks and infranty, a loudspeaker said"Surrender or Die."

Many of the Communists were cowed by the sheer might of the Greal soldiers and their dozens of allies. A procession of men and women, clad in red in some form or fashion, began to solemnly march towards the Greal lines, hands raised in the air. Others, however, knew that an idea could never be countered by numbers. Amidst the throngs of prisoners being taken by the troops, the basso crump of explosions tore through a number of defensive lines. Soldiers and protestors alike were immolated as bombs, likely hidden under coats and jackets, detonated in the name of great Lenin.

Soldiers in the rear of the lines, horrified and confused, began to fire on the survivors lest they be hiding more explosives. The Communists, at one point charging headlong into the capitalists troops, were now fleeing in terror, knowing now that any missions now would be of pure extermination. Tanks rolled over the slain, and helicopters that were once spotters were now designated hunter-killers, with artillery firing now for vengeance rather than victory.

Some of the rebels weren't so timid. Some of them took advantage of the confusion caused by the deaths of their honoured brethren, and repositioned sniper nests, set up booby traps, and scavenged ammo from the departed. If the capitalist dogs were going make them sink to such depths, they thought, they would teach them how much of a mistake that was.

(OOC: I hope you don't mind me 'borrowing' some of your soldiers)

Four Osprey VTOLs hovered over the musuem, providing fire support while marines rappelled down to the court yard before rushing to take cover. Seconds later, twenty three Ospreys roared over, headed for the central courtyard and other areas of fighting. In the distance, church bells rang, either signifying that the Greal sodiers had taken back that section f the city, or the last breaths of the communist rallying cry. Within an hour, forty more Ospreys had arrived, each carrying twenty or so marines, most dropping there troops without incident. The batte appeared to be near its ending stages, at least for now.

Embassy Ave. Sasha, Greal

15 Mokan Ambulance Iron hearts were tending to the wounded engineers and civilans. Trucks were bringing in more medical supplies and doctors, escorted by IFVs of course, The majority of the division was assigned to securing cleared ares and distribution of medical supplies. Most of the fighting seemed to be over, but Mokan troops had still set up road block and other barricades, in case another assault would occur. No mokan flags were hung, and many Ironhearts were given removable stickers to put over the red stars on the sides so that the APCs wouldn't look mokan at first. They hoped their presence wouldn't rally more troops to the communist cause,so all precautions were being taken to avoid looking to much like Mokan forces.

"greal command this is Mokan forces, requesting orders over"

One of the marines pointed at the stream of ambulances. "Someone give 'em some cover!" Several (about fifteen) marines detached from their squads and went over to cover the medics.

A battalion of Greal troops were dispatched to cover the ambulances.

Sasha city

The Greal; troops continued to fire into the crowd, killing most of the communists in large numbers. Fighters flew over firing their Megalook cannons at the communists. Greal troops who panicked were soon replaced by better Greal troops. Greal tanks fired round after round into the communists.

The communists prepared to make their last stand.

CPO. Green surveyed the devestation from a pile of rubble and shrapnel that might once have been an advertising billboard. "Shit.." He muttered to himself. He raised his bonoculars to his eyes and surveyed the mass slaughter, no doubt about it, the communists were being routed, however, close to the slaughter, a fresh wave of rebels clad in red were accepting handouts from large crates, and the handouts looked alot like Ak-47s and RPGs...

Sasha

The communists were wiped out completely. The rest of them surrendered, the battle was over, but the communists might start another battle with their new weapons. Greal trucks arrived and took all the dead bodies away for burial. Greal troops patrolled the city during the night. Checkpoints were everywhere.

CPO. Green surveyed the devestation from a pile of rubble and shrapnel that might once have been an advertising billboard. "Shit.." He muttered to himself. He raised his bonoculars to his eyes and surveyed the mass slaughter, no doubt about it, the communists were being routed, however, close to the slaughter, a fresh wave of rebels clad in red were accepting handouts from large crates, and the handouts looked alot like AK-47s and RPGs...

The communists nearby heard a noise, so they slowly picked up their AK-74s and walked toward the Museum...

past the museum three trucks with medical supplies were driving in a Convoy, leading was two IFVs with an Ambulance APC behind it. This area wasnt completely cleared but these medical supplies were needed ASAP across the city, and damn if they weren't going to get there. Behind the convoy two APC filled with Mokan Infantry covered the rear along with one Mortar IronHeart. A lone Apache flew ahead scanning for heat signatures, hoping none were an ambush...

The communists had mined the road though...

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The mines exploded under the first IFV, wrecking the track and while not damaging it too bad The IFVs man concern was the defense of the medical trucks.

"Shit we got mines! I want this convoy out of here now!"

The Apache swooped in low to protect the convoy, as one IFV turned another corner and lead the convoy down another road. To Protect the down IFV the Apache stayed and one APC stopped. Both the IFV and APC dropped troops to find the rest of the mines and set up defenses around the IFV until engineers could arrive.

RPGs flew out of a building near by and went toward the apache...


Greal humvees down the street drove ahead to see what was going on. Greal fighters continued to fly over the city, blasting communist strongholds.

[OOC: Most roads, and some of the highways were destroyed, including the one the tanks were travelling on.]

OOC: There are other highways, and tanks don't really need roads. Post your OOC comments in the OOC thread, the link is on page 2 of this thread.

The IronHeart's WATCHKEEPER defenses picked up the RPGs and fired upon them...(i assuming three or four) shooting down two RPGs before they could make there mark, The apache immediately shot up and one RPG missed completely, the last caught the tail end and soon the apache was going back down...

The 20 soldiers on the ground ran away from the crash site while the APC and IFV both opened fire on the building with 7.62mm rounds and the IFV's KWF PAK2 25mm automatic cannon with high explosive rounds...soon the 20 soldiers who were about to clear mines found cover and fired unto the building as well with more 7.62mm by 54mm rounds. Many looked around hoping for either reinforcements or at least not seeing enemy troops

five APCs and two IFVs raced from a checkpoint to the battle scene, hoping to get in on the action and save the men, along with a truck for the engineers and the supplies to field repair the IFV

"This is Convoy 225, we are under attack, main supplies sent on alternate route, now called 225A, we are under attack. apache down and need back up over!"

Sasha

The radio call was heard, 5 minutes later a fighter flew over an blasted the building with a smart bomb. A RPG flew out again and aimed at the approaching vehicles.

A company of Greal troops forced their way to the battle scene also.

The medical supplies were still racing to the other side of the city, they were almost in the clear, just a few more miles....


The lead Ironhearts WATCHKEEPER systems shot at the flying RPG blowing it up before it could strike any important vehicles, unfortunately the blast had launched shrapnel and other debris around which caught a few soldiers hiding. Soon the reinforcement had unloaded from the APCs and Using them as cover, the Soldiers began Firing on buildings with Communist fighters in them. Grenades were tossed in windows and doors were blown in.

"Go Go Go!!!"

Troops poured in to try and sweep them out...they were trying to minimize damage to infrastructure but in a battle such as this that was impossible. The Ironhearts kept their guns up, ready to fill any buildings with lead if they so much as hinted a commie hiding in there. Numerous Ospreys were flying around along with Greal Fighters....What was going on in the museum was unkown to the troops, so 12 men were sent in see what was going on on block over...

The building suddenly exploded killing some Greal troops who attempted to attack the door to the building...

Museum

The Greal company there ducked behind a war when a RPG tore open the door, black masked men charged in. Captain Belor fired from his position upstairs. While the Greal troops retreated to the second floor, the black masked men followed them, taking shots at them while they went up the stairs.