NationStates Jolt Archive

"This is Jason Ortegaz of QNN. I've been sent on a special assignment to take video logs of the aftermath of the Dephirian Civil War, a war that has lasted for several years with multiple segments attatched.

Right now, my convoy is enroute to Sarajevo, second-largest city in all of Dephire. The estimated population was between seven hundred million to nine hundred and fifty million people. This city was nearly completely destroyed from the shockwaves from the tactical nuclear devices that destroyed Capital City, formerly known as Alexandria during the reign of Alexander Ra'Baal. Radiation soon spread throughout the region, killing off much of the population. That was several years ago, mind you, and this area has been deemed clear, though there are still pockets of radiation still within the city limits.

I now will draw attention from me to the man in-charge of this expedition into the ruins of the Dephirian super-metropolitan area, Mr. Rhinestaff of Deconter Enterprises, how do you do, Mr. Rhinestaff?"

The camera pans over to a man wearing light tactical armor that had been customized to be radiation-resistant, "I'm doing rather well," the man spoke through a dark black helmet. On each shoulder a very prominent red scorpion could be seen, marking the HellKnight class of soldier to which the man had once been.

Jason began speaking once more, "Tell me, Mr. Rhinestaff, what is it that your crew is supposed to achieve here in Dephire, and why?"

The soldier shifted in his seat on the bench, "My crew is here to protect you while you do your job. We are also to investigate what has gone on here during our absence. It has long been rumored that this entire country was wiped out, but there is something rather unsettling about an entire nation being detroyed in the course of a decade, or more..."

Jason nodded affirmingly, "Ah, so what is it that you hope to find, Mr. Rhinestaff?"

"We hope to find what had been rumored, a shit load of nothing," the soldier leaned forward, "between you and me, and this is off the record, but I hope we find something worth this crappy pay that we were given, eh?"

Jason smiled, "So what sort of equipment do we have here?"

The soldier sat back, if you could see through the visor, you'd see the smile of a demon, "Well, I don't like to brag, but other than your camera equipment and your pen and paper, we have enough weaponary to fight off an army."

Jason looked serious, "But, Mr. Rhinestaff, if you hope to not find anything, why the need for so much?"

Mr. Rhinestaff laughed, "I am just hoping we didn't come under-prepared.."

Jason leaned back, half-slouching in his seat. He had enough dialogue for the moment, so he decided to take a cat-nap. ETA-3 hours.

OOC:

So what's this all about? What'll be the main event?

OOC:

So what's this all about? What'll be the main event?

OOC:

Synopsis: Virus + Radiation = Mass Death + Infection

Something isn't right, but everything is wrong.

I can tell you more if you IM me.

I don't do IM.

TGs still work OK for you?

Yep

OOC:
Hurtian Cavalry!* Charge that smoking crater!
<I'm going to skip the obligitory youtube of the chinese>
Instead, something completely different in tribute to ANZAC day. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOuyPGyzNVA)

*Marine Logistics, intended specially for rebuilding ruined and lawless nations

And being the only registered DAN member, I suppose It'd be my pleasure to help you rebuild.

As an ADAN Ally, the Republic Of Colstream will send 30 Million Colstream Pounds to aid rebuilding efforts. If u need more aid just TG me.

Ruins of Sarajevo

Jason awoke with a stir, the road had become extremely bumpy. He sat up and looked around, "Where are we?" Jason asked.

Rhinestaff answered through his visor, "We just reached Sarajevo about five minutes ago. It should take a good hour before we hit city hall."

A stench clung to the air, the stench of death. Jason looked outside his small window, and gagged at what he saw. "What the hell!? There are dead bodies everywhere! How the hell are there dead bodies?!" Jason ran to the back of the transport to look out the windows.

Rhinestaff picked up a small walkie-talkie, "Stop the convoy". Within moments, the entire convoy stopped.

Jason burst out and took in his surroundings. Decaying bodies lay everywhere, some were bloody, others were disembowled. "I thought these people were dead, I thought all of the people were dead.."

Rhinestaff hopped out, landing without a shudder. He looked about, taking in his surroundings and listening. There wasn't any sounds, not even the breeze made a whisper. Something was wrong. This entire country's population was supposed to be dead, but yet...there were still bodies here, bodies that have yet to decay. The buildings were in complete ruins, but there were still people...

Jason's camera crew were filming the hundreds of bodies lying dead on the street. One in particular focused on the wounds of one of the dead. "Uh, Mr. Rhinestaff, sir."

Rhinestaff rose his weapon, a simple P90, but lowered it as he faced the young Mr. Hopkins, "What have you found?".

Mr. Daniel J. Hopkins had once been a medical doctor, but took this assignment to broaden his career. Now he stared, zoomed in with his camera, at the wounds on one dead body. "These are bite marks, Sir."

The dark soldier walked over to the body and saw the marks for himself. He nodded in confirmation, "Everyone get back into your transports. We need to get to the city hall by nightfall..something isn't right. This body has only been dead for five days."

The group began to climb into the truck when the HellKnight stopped in mid-stride, "Stop!" he shouted. Rhinestaff turned towards the pile of rubble that had once been a large office building.

"What is it?" Jones asked quietly.

"I thought I heard something..." Rhinestaff looked over the area once more, satisfied that he didn't see anything, he ordered the party to get back on board...and the entire convoy continued to drive. ETA 1 hour.

IC:
News of the intent to re-occupy the Dephirian wastelands once more reached ADAN liason officer Steve Barnes (a sub-department of CHIA), who, after presenting his case to Barney Gumball, had the proper strings pulled through Hubert Pinkerton (COS for Hurtian military), which resaulted in the immediate mobolization of the marine raiders and calling the marine reserves up for deployment overseas.

Units to be deployed:
101st Marine Reserve Division
119th Marine Reserve Division
122nd Marine Reserve Division

All six companies of 3rd Marine Raider Division, Echo Brigade, 4th battalion
(Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, and Fox companies.)

As these forces were being loaded into the few remaining troopships and given an escort (there was still some confusion as 3/5ths of the fleet loaded with 15 divisions of HOI mercs were en-route to nowhere due to a bungle), a diplomatic message was given to what remained of the Dephirian government through Steve Barnes's letter.

The message went as follows:
To: Whom it may concern of the Dephirian government
From: Steve Barnes, Head of ADAN Liason department

It has come to our attention that you are finally ready to rebuild, to aid in such a task, we have already mobilized three and half divisions specially trained in traversing and policing wastelands. If this commitment of manpower for whatever reason, is deemed insufficient, we may also deploy 15 militia divisions that are nearing the end of the mobilization cycles.

In any case, we plan on offoading their hardware upon your shores in the hope that you may be able to use them in your attempts to rebuild.

As for their arrival times, a brigade of Hurtian Marine Raiders can be expected to arrive via airlift within the next week, followed by all other forces within the month via fast steamship.

Steve Barnes

Letter has been approved by:
Barney M. Gumball CHIA
Hubert S. Pinkerton CoS
Pedro W. Mendez HOI
Leader Milo

The message would not be recieved by anyone, at least not soon enough. There was nothing left of the mighty city of Sarajevo, nor of the capital. Large masses of rubble stood where buildings prominently had grazed the sky. A boy walked along the rubble, his face was ashened by dust still flying with the wind. He was black skinned, as black as night, with pearly white hair, a Briskarn. The boy carried a small AK-47, a gun he found being held by his dead father. He was accompanied by his life-long companion, a small German Shepard. The pair were only about nine years old. A long crumbling sound roared to the near west. The boy was anxious to see what was there. He ran with all due speed towards the line of dust that rose in the distance, "Come on boy! I think I see somebody!"

He ran the whole two miles, but stopped when he came up to a small ruined wall. The boy crept alongside the wall until he could see what was around the corner. What he saw made him stumble, knocking a few rocks down towards a large convoy of soldiers. The boy retreated behind the wall when one of the soldiers looked towards his direction. Heart beating wildly, he could swear they heard him, but when the loud engines became distant memories, he looked back towards the spot. "I wonder where they are going, Spot." The dog barked, replying to his masters statement. "Well, I guess we should start going to where they are going!" The dog happily barked and followed closely behind the boy.

City Hall, Sarajevo

The truck carrying the cameraman and the HellKnight drove past what would be described as a very, very large mansion. A high wall, well over ten meters high, surrounded in a rectangle about ten acres from the mansion. The mansion itself could be said to resemble The White House with a Pentagon twist. Rhinestaff laughed every time he looked at the monstrocity, though this time he only coughed out a chuckle. Jason was mesmerized at the broken wall, the dead grass, and then he looked at the mansion. The mansion had taken heavy damage during the fighting after the war, a large section blown off from artillery fire. The trees were bare, dead. "And to think that this was once one of the greatest buildings in the nation...I wouldn't believe it if someone told me that it could look so ugly.." Rhinestaff commented.

"I used to call this home..the gardens, the people...the birds.." Jason turned to Rhinestaff, "Even the birds did not survive.."

The HellKnight sighed, the sound amplified through his helmet, "Yeah. Those were the days, but even birds cannot escape the destructive path the human race has created."

"That's sad, to be honest.." Jason stood and looked through the back of the truck.

The truck stopped at the front steps leading to the front door of the building. The site was much better than the city, there were no decaying corpses, nor were there any other signs of death. The only ominous, and most prominent fixture, was the silence.

"Alright. Jason, we shall escourt your team throughout this structure. We need to get inside the Governor's office and collect some intel reports. After we do so, we will clear the entire building. Only after we clear the building will you be able to roam freely, is that understood?" Rhinestaff spoke softly to the reporter.

Jason smiled, "Of course, Mr. Rhinestaff."

Rhinestaff signaled for thirty similarly dressed soldiers, each carrying a powerful assault rifle, to open the door. One soldier produced a battering ram and smashed in the door knob, another soldier kicked the door open, allowing enterance into the building. "All clear, Sir!" was heard from one of the soldiers. "Alright, let's get moving." Rhinestaff ordered.

Fifty other soldiers marched through the doors, joining the thirty others. The trucks drove around, getting out of the way for two tanks to move forward. These tanks then parked outside the enterance, making things 'safe'.

"Sir, the Governor's room is on the second floor," one of the soldiers spoke to Rhinestaff.

"Alright, I belive the ground floor to be clear, let's get up there." Rhinestaff chuckled. At his beckoning, the party moved towards the stairs. Still strong, the stairs held the party as they rushed up. Jason's cameramen were taking in everything. Finally, they reached the landing of the second floor. "Lead us, Mr. Jennings," Rhinestaff told one of the soldiers, the same that spoke of the location of the Governor's room.

"Yes sir," replied the soldier, "Right this way, sir." The party followed Jennings, who took a direct right from the landing. Down the hall, they met a corner, here Jennings took a slight left. Several more feet, and then the party was infront of two massive doors leading into the central hub of governing for all of Sarajevo, the Governor's room.

"So they were made of ivory! Ha! Right, let's get in there!" Rhinestaff laughed, then tried the door. "Blasted thing is stuck! Jones. Karry. Get this door open!"

Two soldiers, both carrying a battering ram, walked up to the door. "Three..Two..One...BREACH!" The two, counting in unison, smashed the ram into the door, but the door did not budge, nor did it shudder. One of the two turned towards Rhinestone, "Sir, door is too secure. Cannot breach."

Rhinestone smiled, "I guess we have to use 'more than necessary force', right?"

At the statement, two other soldiers, each carrying crowbars, walked up to the door frame and began prying away. The former two soldiers, the one carrying the battering ram, continued banging away.

"Stand back," Rhinestone ordered as he produced a breach charge, which he placed on the door, "Three....two.....one....BREACH!" He pressed the detonation trigger, blowing the door off its hinges, "Move in!". The party ran inside, Rhinestone entering slowly. "Oh, dear God..." Rhinestone began, but could not finish. What he saw before him made him sick to the stomach. A long dehydrated and mummified corpse stayed nailed to a cross.

"Sir, look.." a soldier pointed at the writing that was on the large, open wall.

"Arga moulin daobi stein. Now is our beginning. My God, what madness?" Rhinestone was appauled. He walked up to the crucified body and stepped back in disgust, "This was Governor Esquire! What the hell happened?!"

Another soldier, trying to not notice the horrifying scene, looked at the message system, "Sir, the system is off. Shall I see if the generator is working?"

Rhinestaff looked up, "Yes. Take five men and go turn on that generator. We need to get this system back up and running so that we can send out our reports." Six men left the office with quickness. In the meantime, Rhinestone walked towards the oval window, looking out from the window, he gazed over the entire front yard. The sun was setting in the west. Evening was fast approaching...


The six soldiers hurried downstairs, and into the basement. "That was a sickening," one of the soldiers said outloud.

"Hush, Jones. We need to stay focused," another replied.

The soldiers named 'Jones' nodded and the group continued past the foyer and went through a set of doors, which led to the basement and the generator room. "Oh shit. What the hell is that smell?!" Jones exclaimed when they opened the door.

"Quiet! Wait, what was that?" The group stopped and looked in the direction that the soldier was looking.

"What was what?" Another asked.

Jones sighed, "Nothing. Nevermind. Let's go."

They contined through several more sets of doors and hallways until they came to a large room, about the size of a small gymnasium.

"Holy shit. That's a big one." Jones stated.

"Alright, help me get this on."

The soldiers looked at the generator, "Uh. How about we flip the switch?" Jones laughed and flipped the switch. The machine roared to life moments later.

"Well, I guess our job here is...wait, what the hell was that?!" The party turned around. They heard a loud noise outside, but now they heard a shuffling noise, as if something was being dragged along the ground.

"Hey, what happened to Perry?!" Jones asked, "PERRY!"


Rhinestone looked at the message device. As soon as the lights flickered on, the machine whired to life. A message from the People's Republic of Hurtful Thoughts came through, if not a little too late...

"Wow. The Hurtians found out about our expedition. Well, let's see if I can enlighten them..." Rhinestone typed up a message...but this may be the last message ever sent out...

Dear Steve Barnes,

The name is Commanding Officer John J. Rhinestone, Son of Glenn K. Rhinestone. Our expedition into Dephirian lands was to explore and learn what has happened to Dephire ever since the last nuclear device was detonated nearly nine years ago. We have no intentions of rebuilding Dephire until we find out what the hell is going on. From what we have been seeing, the city of Sarajevo is a complete loss. There appears to be no signs of life, not even birds. Buildings are now piles of rubble. The one structure that remains mostly intact is this city hall, located in the center of Sarajevo. However, your units are welcome to Dephire. Just keep them small in numbers. I have, with me, ninety men and women, six Necros tanks, several transport trucks, and enough firepower and munitions to fight off a small army. We may need more support, but nothing too much. Thank you.

OOC:
I lost the map...
Plus, I'm kinda curious as to what happened to my obsolete hardware I left in your country as the fallout started killing.


Highest concentrations around Chizo, Jakal, Shekjard, and Serajevo.
That was enough hardware to outfit 15 Divisions BTW.
I'm not going to ask what happened to the SEPECATs...

OOC:

Lots of things could have happened. The equipment could have been destroyed or used by revolutionaries. In any case, it's hard to tell.

As for maps...I've lost mine too.

OCC: can i send a small pocket of soldiers and advisors to the smaller towns and convert them into pockets of communism?

OOC:

If you find anyone that is alive, go right ahead and try.

OOC:

Jakal is due south-west of Sarajevo, and Chizo is on the southern coast of Dephire, near the sea gates.

K, I found a much improved map on your own offsite...
You better kiss-up to Luchamos for making such a high quality map for you...

Current Map (http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q284/stens88/NS/Dephiremap2.jpg)

Old map by Luch (http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q284/stens88/Dephiremap1.jpg)

http://z10.invisionfree.com/ADAN/index.php?showtopic=102
Hmm.
The middle is "Sea of Dephire".
The Large brownish gold is "Alexandria" (the Capital).
The rest I can't really tell.
To the right of Alexandria is Sarajevo (the grey).
To the left of Alexandria is Ghray.
South of Ghray is another city.
South east of Alexandria is another city...

It good enough? And I'd suggest you save it as a PNG and insert additional text with MS paint (provided you save a 'blank' uncharted map as well).

Other maps:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/LordBhall/MapofDephire.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/LordBhall/2006-09-17-2103-29_edited.jpg

OOC:

Fine. Nice maps.

To: Dephirian People/Government/Military
From: Field General Marcus, Kingdom of Lynion

I have heard that your counrty has being wiped out by nuclear bombs. We send our regards and request if you would allow us to send in Lynion Assassin's and Lynion Hunter's to help you. We can only send 500 at the moment.

End of Telegram

OOC: This is reminding me of your civil war... were you pretty much waited for me to wait for you to wait for my troops to arrive after 2 weeks of sailing.

Ah well, I can airland a battalion still... and I suppose time means little...

IC:
3rd Marine Raider Division, Echo Brigade, 4th battalion (003E4)
En-route to Dephire via C-17 squadron
The men had packed light, officially expecting little more than a burned out radioactive husk that they'd have to patrol, secure, and salvage until the relief column arrived by sea a week later, air supply and support was expected to be limited, supplies would be sparse, radiation heavy...

The Raiders left horses and motor transport behind, opting instead to try and capture a still functioning car from the ruins, that or cobble some together. A few bicycles would be provided to assist hauling and speed up movement until then.

Weapons would by necessity, be infantry weapons only, although they did manage to talk them into sending a few MMP-1 UAVs in an effort to cover more ground with less exposure to radiation.

Each C-17 held roughly a company. The planes were in a 'finger-five' formation (take your left hand -palm down- the tips of each finger is a plane).

From 'pinky to thumb' the planes held: Alpha, Charlie, Foxtrot, Delta, Bravo companies commanded by Major Earnest Bates, Major Greg Foreman, Col. Abraham Wengermarsh, Major Samual Service and Major William Colt respectivelty.

(Read Refferance thread linked in sig for signifigance of this lineup)

These planes flew at an altitude of roughly 3,000 feet, as they weren't expecting any hostile fire, and such an altitude allowed for a gradual descent upon reaching Jakal. Below they could see the Depherian boats transiting the bottleneck strait. It was also decided that the troops would airland, rather than jump on this mission, due to the non-combat nature of the mission and not wishing for unnecessary loss of troops.

OOC:

Nah, I've just been busy with exams and finals.

City Hall, Sarajevo

Rhinestaff had taken off his gloves and helmet, revealing a man with salt & pepper hair, aged after his lifetime experience. Many rough battles and close calls had left several trophies on his face...on of which was a long scar on his cheek from a bullet that had grazed him during the Danteri Conflict. The soldier was typing at the keyboard feverishly, trying to bring up any logs that could be useful in his investigation. Jason Ortegaz had been doing some of his own investigating, examining the mummified corpse of the Governor. He held a small handkerchief to his face, keeping the smell from entering his nostrals. His camera man took a full-body capture of the scene, making sure to zoom into the 'interesting' areas. The rest of the party had also been looking around the room. One soldier noticed a book out of place on the massive shelf and tried to push it back into place when something clicked. Dust fell down in a huge cloud upon the soldier as a hidden doorway was revealed.

"Sir, I found a doorway here!" The soldier spoke, dusting himself off.

Rhinestaff, barely roused by the sudden event, stood up and smiled, "Good. You just made the job a lot easier," he looked down at his watch briefly, "They should have been back by now. Alex and Garphalx. Go and check to see they didn't get lost." Two soldiers nodded and jogged out. "The rest of you, let's see what is inside this here room." Mr. Rhinestaff placed the gloves back on his hands, and then grabbed his helmet and P90. He then proceded towards the door way where he saw a narrow staircase leading back down, blood was streamed along its walls..."What in God's name..." Rhinestaff murmured under his breath as he replaced the helmet upon his head and reconnected the breathing valves. "Move! Move! Move!" the HellKnight ordered as he rose his P90, turned on the small flashlight on above the muzzle, and proceded down the stairs.


"Perry!! Where are you?" Jones yelled out. He looked around frantically, but even with his visor down, he could not see where his comrade had disappeared. A noise, the constant grating, dragging noise kept getting louder and louder, but the small group stayed put.

"What was that?!"

Jones turned to another of his fellow soldiers as he exclaimed his surprise, but both saw nothing. "Don't scare me, Stan."

"Sorry," Stan began to apologize, "I just swear I saw something...looked like two freaking eyes...red freaking eyes man. They were staring right at me.."

"Stan..where's Luke?" Stan and Jones looked towards where 'Luke' had been standing, but he was not there anymore.

"What the Fu--!!" Another soldier screamed, all four beams of light that were left now searched the area frantically, but saw nothing.

"Holy shi-!" Stan fired at the darkness, "There's something here! I just saw it again!"

"Hold your fire, Stan!" Jones tried reasserting himself, but he saw something in the corner of his eyes and turned towards it. "What the f---" He pulled the trigger...


"What was that?!" Rhinestaff halted the group, the unmistakenable sounds of gunfire sounded from somewhere far yet near. "Jones, what happened? Who's shooting? JONES!" There was no reply. More gunshots rang out, still sounding distant. "Alright, double time now!" Rhinestaff barked to the group just as the hall went pitch black. The door had closed behind them.

The Marines landed in a field along the outskirts of Jakal. Orders were to divide up by company and make with the salvaging of an FBO for the reconstruction effort.

Foxtrot Company (Battalion Headquarters) set itself up in the upper story of an apparently abandoned two-story flat, which they promptly turned into a makeshift fallout shelter which was then promptly decontaminated and fortified so that occupants need not wear MOPP condition IV for such activities as eating, sleeping, preparing food, and other basic functions that would otherwse be inconvienent if forced to wear an enviromental suit 24/7.

The roof was converted into a launch and retrieval station for unmanned drones, and a large radio antenna was erected for long-distance communications and/or to spreadpropoganda of their progress in rebuilding the city.

Charlie company was tasked with checking over the inside of the building for any usful supplies, and decontamiating them as needed for consumption.

Delta company was tasked with the actual construction of the FBO, and maintaining the 'airlock' in the stairwells in order to limit exposure those on the second floor.

Alpha and Bravo company were out on patrol, but looking for two different things entirely. Alpha was taking inventory of the town while Bravo was tasked with getting the power and water back up and running. There really wasn't anything avaialable to haul stuff with except for a very few salvaged cars, as most had been overturned or burned into slag.

Depths of City Hall, Sarajevo

"Jones! Perry! Lucas! Stan! Are you there? Answer damn it!" Mr. Rhinestaff spoke into his radio microphone, no one answered. He signaled to move forward, looking into every corner of the stairwell. Lights suddenly flickered on. They had finally reached the landing after several hundred steps. The landing was one large room, but it stood out against the staircase, as if walking into a science fiction starship. "Halt men," Rhinestaff ordered quietly. The flooring was glossed linoleum, which contrasted highly against the ancient staircase and whatever few feet of flooring between the stairs and the room.

Jason looked through semi-squinted eyes, adjusting to the bright lighting. Instead of his usual pen and paper being in his hands, he held a small M14 with a low scope, grip, and silencer. During the flight down the stairs, he had put on a tactical visor, where one lens could see infrared as well as go night vision. "What is this place, Mr. Rhinestaff?" Jason whispered.

"This is where the whole thing began, let's leave it at that for now. We need to find Jones' team." Rhinestaff answered quickly, taking a few steps forward and looking around. "The generator is not far from here." He left off with that, moving forward towards a large metal door with a keypad. Rhinestaff pushed several buttons, and the pad beeped once the entire code was inputed, allowing for the door to open with a large 'CLUNK'. "Give me a hand." Rhinestaff moved to slide open the door as two more soldiers ran over to help him. Behind the door was a worn hallway lit by dim lights, the generator humming its low tone in the distance.

-

Jones flickered on the night vision in his helmet visor and took a look around. Stan lay backside down in a pool of blood, or at least what Jones thought was blood. Perry was gone, as was Luke. Hysteria was nearly gripping his heart, but he staved it off as he looked towards what he had shot at. Jones took a step forward and kicked the corpse of their attacker. It rolled over, revealing the face of a deranged man. Jones jumped, for he thought it had been a monster, but he looked closer and noticed that this man was different than normal. His body seemed to have been deprived from light for a long time, and from food as his body was slender. The eyes...Jones turned off the night vision and looked at the man's eyes using the light from his flashlight. "Holy shit.." He studied the eyes, which were red outside the iris. The iris itself had become discolored itself, forming a more grayish color. His pupils were extremely diolated. "You poor bastard, what the hell happened to you?" He examined the body closer, noticing the many sores upon the man's skin. A sudden noise startled him. Jones stood straight up and frantically looked around, "Who the hell is there?!" Jones exclaimed loudly. He looked back at where he remembered Stan had been, but saw nothing! "What the Hell!" Jones saw streaks leading from the pool, and Jones followed them with his eyes, up till he saw several eyes looking back at him, "OH FU--" He rose his gun and fired.

-

The gunshots were ringing throughout the hallways, Rhinestaff knew that this had become worst case scenario. "Alright, let's haul ass!" He began sprinting down the hall, making sure to check his left and right flanks. There was nothing in sight, not even the slightest hint that anyone had been there. Finally, he arrived at the generator room, but stopped short as he noticed several trails of blood leading away from the room. "Ah damn. What the hell happened here?"

Jason finally caught up to Rhinestaff and noticed what the latter had been looking at, "Alright, Mr. Rhinestaff, I need an explanation, now!"

To: Dephirian People, Government, and Military
From: Governor General Jack Arlon, Leader of The Peoples Republic Of Karat

We have received your message for help and Karat is willing to send what ever is needed to help rebuild and clean up. We will start by sending the 445th Ranon Division and the 15th Labor Force Division.

We hope that with them as a start that we can pave the way to a new and improved Dephrian.

End Comm.

OOC: so we're basically looking for anyone that lived through the nuclear blasts?

OOC:Yes and to rebuild once the land is secure again. Atleast I think this is our objectives.

City Hall, Sarajevo

Rhinestaff led the group back to the lighted room and sat down on the bench that was there before. He sighed deeply, putting emphasis on the sigh as he took off the sophisticated helmet and visor. Rubbing his temples, he contemplated telling the story, but began by telling orders, "Set up a perimeter. Ortegaz, what I'm about to tell you will never leave this room, for if you break this trust, you will be killed."

Ortegaz smiled, "Alright. Now spill it."

Rhinestaff looked up towards the ceiling, then back towards Jason. Speaking low, he began the story, "It started back in Alexander's reign. Back then, we were just a bunch of medical staff. He told us to find a way to rid our civilization of disease, cancer, and infection. To sustain the lives of the Dephirian race. In transition from one leader to the other, our research was only sped up as funding in our department increased expotentially. It wasn't until the near-end of Vega's reign that we thought of the solution, a virus that is trained to not attack the Dephirian DNA, but destroys all harmful contaniments if you will. When Kane took over, he took great interest in our project. By then, our department evolved into Deconter Enterprises. Our virus was the main focus of Kane's short-lived era, and we succeded in creating a strain that passed all tests! It was perfect, just as we envisioned it to be. As it would seem almost too perfect, so we conducted more tests...we just never tried radiation..."

Rhinestaff had taken a pause as he looked around briefly, "When Kane was assassinated by radicals and the military when on the spritz, the virus was already being introduced into the population en masse. The brief struggle for power made us question Dephire's future existence, so we moved to the place for which we named our company, Deconter, and changed our company name to FireStorm Information Technologies, or FIST if you look at the logo. In the meantime, the Dephirian military up and left Dephire. The massive panic engulfed the entire nation. With that said, the military, afraid of trying to fix the problem they created, detonated five nuclear weapons. The cities of Alexandria, Sarajevo, San Salvadorea, Ghray, and Hell's Gate were the targets. The actual destruction done by the nuclear weapons wasn't as catastrophic as the radiation. Within moments upon detonation, nearly five hundred million were dead. Almost a trillion were dead within weeks, and 2 trillion within several months..."

Jason Ortegaz took the information in as common knowledge, but still was confused. "That still doesn't explain what we just saw in there.."

Mr. Rhinestaff stood up, took three steps away from the bench and turned around, "The radiation mutated the virus. From an earlier exploration into San Salvadorea two years ago, they found live specimens. The mutated virus formed two different strains. The first strain began attacking the brain, but only focused on the areas controlling feeling, emotion, and morals, turning the person into a savage being that didn't know right from wrong and would attack you as if it were mad. As for the other strain...it kept the damn thing alive. It focused on making sure the thing was still able to live despite the damage the other strain had done."

Ortegaz laughed, "So you are telling me that you effectively created damned zombies? I'm guessing they want brains. I don't want any one of those fucking things near my brain."

Rhinestaff spoke assuringly, "No, the don't want brains. However, they attack humans for the first strain that I mentioned 'tells' them to. It gave them a taste for human flesh. Don't ask why, because we don't even know. It could be that the virus manipulated taste based on what the host was created."

Jason stood up, "Great. That makes me feel better. Much better. Is it possible to talk to these things? Ya know, say, 'don't eat me mister zombie!'?"

"Sadly, the virus destroys their ability to speak, but it magnifies hearing..at least, that's what we think..we could be wrong."

"Could be wrong? If there's zombies out there, I want us to get the hell away from the zombies. If they start barging in through that door-" Jason pointed towards the hallway just as a soldier was limping in, we was badly injured, but alive. His name was Private Terry Jones.

"Medic..please..." Jones spoke before falling on the ground...

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OOC:
That is pretty much what's going on so far. Um. There is no way for this group to communicate with the outside world, so sending messages to "Dephirian Government" won't work. Just go ahead and send in whatever you want...

OOC: No clue exactly what to expect, but I'm hoping I can keep the infestation minimal for the next few posts, since Jakal wasn't the target of a nuclear strike, questions would not be asked as to what happened to the bodies as it would be assumed that the population attempted to flee the "Fallout", thus further explaining away the lack of readily usable vehicles and bodies (those that couldn't drive were assumed to have walked out [to their deaths]).

IC:
Jakal: Marine Raider Chronicles> Log entry> Col. Abraham Wengermarsh

Day 1:
We landed safely and without incedent, Jakal's infrastucture appears fairly intact, lack of bodies or functioning vehicles suggests a mass exedus out of the city coinciding with mass panic, looting, short-term attempts to hold out (evidence of crude barricades against fallout, apparent burial of dead, and preparations to leave after supplies ran low, presumably on foot).

No time to search the area in-detail, but a rough check of the city has yet to reveal any working vehicles, almost all are either in a non-operating condition, out of fuel, burned, or a combination of the three. Major Foreman of Charlie company is being tasked with cannibalising a few vehicles together, finding fuel is another problem, as the pumping stations were all apparently burned during the riots.

Day 2:
Radio is finally up and running, Alpha company reports having found an unburnt fuel-dump in a ragtag basement, evidence of a minor firefight between looters and villagers evident, bodies appear to have been cremated and buried in the adjoining building, connected by a hole in one of the common-walls.

Due to the lack of fuel, we may need to request a supply drop to keep our generators running, in the meantime, all electronics and fuel usage are to be kept to a minimum. Tests reveal radiation to be at a fairly safe level, thus allowing us to use horses if it weren't for the lack of fodder in the countryside, bicycles will have to suffice until we can pump enough of our own fuel.

Day 5:
Re-enforcements are only two days away, and we've managed to cobble together a platoon of technicals to check on potential survivor-contacts (bodies) in the wastelands, Major Bates has personally volunteered to head out and check the area over and recruit/provide assistance as he sees fit.

Day 6:
We have yet to hear from Bates since he left last afternoon, we sent a drone to check on them for a problem with the technicals, which appear abandoned, we have also lost contact with the survivor-group. What remains of Alpha company is forming a search party to investigate the matters on-foot.

On the lighter side of things, Major Colt has managed to get running water in the city, the powerplant still isn't operational however due to fuel rationing.

Location: Dephire Air Space
Time: 6:00am(0600)
Expedition: Karat Relief Expedition
Commanding Officer: Jaime Angla
Operation: Sea Horse

I looked out of my window, I could see the entering part of the Dephire sea, I looked back at all my men, all of us were between the ages of 18 or 19. We were all out of the academy and were a new unit, this was our first assignment and I was in command. Next to me was my command staff, Jeremy Stone, he always had a crush on me and always tried flirt with me when there was time, but when bullets flied he was as serious as could be always used a heavy plasma gun, Next was Jennifer Aliston, smart, fast and good with communications equipment, all in all a good crack shot as well with a standard Plasma gun and sniper rifle. 3rd was Jack Aliston, Jennifer’s brother, he was all muscles and brains this one. Always liked to get in close to his enemy and throw them around a little. His brains was his skill to use any computer and to make weapons out of martial’s found around him, and even hack enemy systems. Last was Jason Delandro, fluent in many languages and has one hell of an amazing grenade throwing arm in the whole Division, he was also good with fixing most cars and trucks which was a good thing to have when in the field.

The rest of the sky hawk transport was filled with men from A, B and C company’s. In all it was a combined force of about 30 men, the other transports had a few other squads and the labor men, along with a larger version of the sky hawk, which carried two dozers for field making. The only air port in Shekjard was filled with destroyed plans that tried to get people out and as such it would be easier for us to make our own. We also carried our own prefab base buildings, with everything we need. M*A*S*H, Command, Barracks, Mortar pools, Mess Halls, etc.

“Ma’am, we are coming up to our LZ”

“Very good”

I got on to my radio that, every one in the other transports were able to hear me from

“Ok kinder, time to put on our Gas Masks” I said over my radio

Every one in my Transport began to put on the gas Masks that would work with there urban cammo suits, our uniforms or at least combat uniforms were made to protect us from radiation and bio weapons. All that was needed was for a soldier to put on the gloves and Gas Mask. The boots were already apart of the set up from the second a soldier suits up for standard combat. I began to put my Mask on, from a full view to a limited two circle view with a breathing sound and a plastic smell. Now our voices were muffled, but thanks to some improvements every one was now understandable. The VTOL transports began to land vertically and it was time for us to go to work.

OOC:
Energy weapons?

Meh...
You do know that the power-storage unit (according to trope) can discharge its entire load in one go...

Thus: High-capacity Phaser on fritz = BFG + One gibbed-up space Marine

OOC: Yes but you also refer to Space Marine plasma rifles or guns from 40K, this is a very very basic and barbaric(so to speak) version, nothing fancy. Just uses an energy cell that needs to be changed after a couple of shoots. So unless anyone else has a problam or wishes for me to change them to balistic weapons I see no problam.

Not a problem, just wanted to make sure you wouldn't use them as some uber-weapon while ignoring/handwaving-off the disadvantages of using a super-heated matter/energy weapon in atmospheric conditions*.

*Range issues, as with rapid heating of confined spaces (flaming a bunker while you are still inside is generally a bad idea).

**Energy uber-weapon:
Range = LOS ("I see you, you die now")
Lethality = better than kinetic ("It's from SPACE, so it wins")
Capacity = as long as your redshirt army lives ("LOL, wut is bullets?")
Rate of Fire: Makes a gatling cry ("I've been firing this gun non-stop for the past week and it still works")

In short, anything resembling the Plasma Rifle from DooM, Star-Wars, or Star-Trek.

Common nerfs of Uber-weapon equiped soldiers:
All plasma-riflemen are graduates of theAcadamy of Imperial Stormtrooper Marksmanship.

Guns do nothing ("The goggles, they do nothing!")

LOL, ya I watch startrek and starwars and stuff so I know how there weapons seem to fire none stop for some strange reason. Rest ashered these guns are not uber and do have realistic limits in place.

why does it have to be sarajevo with all the suffering i was born there and i find it quite horrible as a similar thing happened was it just coincidental or did somone pick it? if they did they are sick

why does it have to be sarajevo with all the suffering i was born there and i find it quite horrible as a similar thing happened was it just coincidental or did somone pick it? if they did they are sick
Its highly coincidental, I don't think he would pick it or came up with the idea to offend anyone.

It's a fictional city in this case, kinda like the town of "Springfield" in "The Simpsons".

That all said, most people aren't going to be arsed to get too inventive naming their important cities, so name re-use is fairly common. There's like, five Roanokes, and 3 countries with the abbreviation of "HT" in NS...

IIRC, Dephy's Sarajevo is/was a very large and highly advanced city developing bleeding edge technology. The fact it was located painfully close to his capitol (Alexandria [another very large mega-city]) didn't help matters during the coup, and fall of three regimnes simultaniously (one of which decided to kill everyone on the way out in some twisted form of internal MAD).

I don't believe too many San Salvadorians are too pleased with the fate of their fictional namesake eitrher, or those who happen to know that there is a place called Alexandria IRL as well.
Exacly and as such he dose not mean to offend anyone or he dosn't offend anyone due to NS being fiction just as hurtful thoughts has said.

OOC:

Sorry, I actually got the name from Command & Conquer: Tiberium Sun. However, it wasn't until 3rd grade geography that I learned where the real-life Sarajevo was located. Despite that, Sarajevo has always been a real...idk...inspiration of mine.

Sarajevo, when put into the history of Dephire, does bitch technology. As Hurtful explained, it's major flaw was being too damn close to Alexandria. With a combined population pushing two billion people, these cities would be considered the largest in the region, nearing in the size ranges of the southern United States and Mexico, if you want realism...Sarajevo was one of the main naval ports..and provider of some of Dephire's main producers of weapons.

As far as San Salvadorea is concerned...well, it was the site of some of the fiercest coastal bombardments in Dephirian history as the Briskarn navy hammered it. San Salvadorea is the largest military city in all Dephire. The Air Force training base was set up there, as well as the largest tank stock (This WAS where the Nakils had been stored). The training base was utterly destoryed during the attack..

Alexandria...the pride of Dephire, as some would say, was breathtakingly beautiful. The capital building, The White Tower, stood about as tall as the Empire State Building. It's broad at the base, and slowly loses width as increase in height. The building is white, hence the name, and is also bitching technology throughout. A wall, about 20 yards thick, surrounded the building about 3-4 football fields away in radius, and another 9 football fields away.

As far as all other cities are concerned, Chitze broke away from Dephire to form it's own miniature independant country...haha.

OOC: Ya see, Its also in Tiberium Wars as well :P, love C&C anyway no harm intended.

City Hall, Sarajevo

The medic took a quick look over Jones, checking vitals and calculating injuries, "Damn man, you are scratched up everywhere! Shit," he pulled his case over to him, unzipped it, and pulled out a syringe with a vial of antibiotics. "This is gonna hurt like hell, but it'll fight any infection," the medic jabbed Jones in the arm with the needle and injected him with the antibiotics, he then pulled out morphine-shot. "This is for the pain," the medic explained as he shot up Jones in the opposite arm.

Jones winced, his body aching from being attacked, but he was alive. He sat up, and slid backwards towards the wall, using it as a backrest. The Private looked around, gazing upon the faces looking back at him. He was still feeling the rush of adrenaline that had got him through his situation, and trying to calm down was no easy task.

"Jones, are you alright?" The tone and sympathy was not native on Rhinestaff's tongue, yet he spoke softly to the Private as if nurturing a small child. He croughed next to the injured soldier, and spoke just as softly as before, "Tell me what you saw.."

"Sir, I saw the men that were assigned to my squadron being killed off in the dark. Those things nearly had me, but luckily this armour kicked in and actually earned it's damn paycheck." Jones sputtered everything out quickly, leaving no room for comment.

Rhinestaff nodded and stood up, "This mission has been voided. Our new objective is to get the hell out of Sarajevo, NOW! Blow that damned door!"

Three soldiers ran up the ancient staircase. Upon reaching the top landing, they set down their respected packs and began unzipping them, taking out small discs of explosives. These disks they placed in a circular hole on the door, with one large disk in the center. From the large disk, a soldier extended several small wires, each having their own respected disk to be plugged into. After all the disks were plugged into the center, the soldiers rand back down the staircase, one signaling "Clear" to Rhinestaff. Rhinestaff pulled out his detonator and flipped off the safety. "Fire in the hole!" one of the demolition soldiers yelled as Rhinestaff pulled the trigger. Almost instantaneously, all of the small disks exploded, rupturing a massive hole in the door, and the surrounding frame. The shockwave was felt by all members of the party.

"Alright, let's get off this damn rock. Demolitions...plant the bomb. This sector is...infected. Code: Red people. This entire fucking thing is Code: Red! Come on, MOVE!" Rhinestaff barked the orders as the same one of the three previous demolition soldiers began unloading the rest of his backpack's contents, which included one super-high explosive charge. The other two demolition soldiers ran up the stairs in persuit of their comrades to set similar charges. After he set the charge, the demolition soldier in the room followed his team, assault rifle in hand. He caught up with his team just as a second demolition soldier finished with his charge. The entire squadron of HellKnight soldiers cautiously moved downstairs into the grand hall.

"Sir, where should we put the third charge?" the final demolition soldier asked Rhinestaff.

"Super-charge that bomb so that it blows up the rest of this building, and place it next to the wall underneath the staircase leading towards the generator. Hopefully the explosion will seal everything below." Rhinestaff replied.

"Aye sir!" The soldier quickly walked the few paces to the designated wall and began setting up shop.

Jason, having been quiet throughout the past hour, listened carefully. "Rhinestaff..listen. What do you hear?"

Rhinestaff did just that, his eyes opened widely as he realized...it was quiet..too quiet.

Bump:
A nicely sized post detailing the events surrounding unit 003E4 is being postponed until I can either retrieve or reverse-engineer my small-unit org-chart for the Marine Raiders.
(Squad tactics are different between branches and it just gets more funky from there)

It pretty much boils down to that I forgot whether my squads have 8, 11, 12, or 15 men in them and the sizes of each organic command unit and it's too dark/warm for me to bothered with scrounging up the hard-copy.

Oh, right, and a slight case of writer's block regarding what they'll actually meet.

As a mental note, I should update my refferance thread and computer-backup files to better reflect said discrepencies in small-units.