NationStates Jolt Archive

This is my first post, please, feel free to comment and critic it all you want to, and please help me make a mark on this great big world of ours. I need somebody who will be the old colonial force that used to rule my country, please apply for that fun job!:p

The crack of gunfire have become all to common in Rutabel, ever since post-colonial election had turned sour, pitting the majority Christian population of the city against the Islamic warlords who had turned much of it into their own personal fiefs. The conflicts were not new—far from it—but during the colonial days, they had been kept underneath the surface, allowing the two adversarial parties to unite against their more pressing opponents in the occupying force.

But the alliance was only temporary, and both sides knew it. As soon as the last Western colonial soldier stepped off Zabibland soil, the old prejudices erupted, pitting former friends against one another, as the Christians fought against Muslims, the Muslims fought other Muslims, and the animists fought against everyone. The lines of battle had been draw across the nation, with ever city and town becoming a frontline in the rapidly intensifying battle of beliefs.


What a beautiful piece of engineering. The Thompson rifle in Malik’s arms had to be the prettiest killing device that the twenty five year old had ever seen up close, he had seen a Lugar on the hip of a colonial once, they liked to carry around high quality sidearms, just in case the Zabi’s got any ideas. The Thompson looked a little old, but with the number of arms dealers working inside Zabibland diminishing, an old gun was better than a fist. With the Thompson in his hands, Malik hopped onto the flatbed, along with eleven other members of Muqtalb, the militia of the cleric Taruq Alluqbar, Malik’s second cousin.

As the flatbed drove down the street, five Jeeps joined the convoy, two of them with machine guns mounted to the top. Hanging off the back were members of an allied Muslim militia, Gillsa. It seemed that the Muqtalb fighters would have some allies in their jihad.


Samuel looked down at the pendent of Michael the Archangel around his neck, how fitting, the patron saint of holy death, and the key warrior against Satan’s forces in the war for heaven. This was to be Samuel’s fight. His time to show the awesome power of the Lord over evil, to the Muslim heathens, had come. This was his crusade.


The convoy careened through the large crowds of the bazaar, firing upon shoppers and driving over the survivors. Malik and others hopped off the flatbed and chased fleeing shoppers on foot, shooting them down one by one until their blood trickled down the cobblestone streets.

Malik ran back towards the flatbed, hoping that due to the success of the mission they would make another run, into the heart of the Christian strongholds of Rutabel.

But suddenly, a blast echoed through the streets, reaching Malik’s ears just as he stabbed a wounded fellow with a crucifix on his neck.
The time had come for Samuel to see Paradise. Like Dante his journey was complete. As he clicked the detonator to his bomb vest, he muttered to himself “Thy Kingdom come…” Just then, the mosque went up in flames.

Welcome to Zabibland.

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OOC: Hmm interesting, sadly my nation usually remains nuetral in these conflicts unless one side is commiting massive atrocities. Good writing and I hope you can keep it up.

OOC: I'd be interested in being the old colonial power.

OOC: I would also be interested in being the old colonial power, possibly splitting Zabibland between myself and Akimonad. The territory I control would be retroactively fitted into my nation's history, going back about 200 years (I RP from the current date) and quite possibly there would be a peaceful movement towards granting the King's Zabibland Territories some sort of independence, also quite possibly interrupted by this violent insurrection. There could also be some cooperation between Akimonad and myself assuming we have more or less friendly relations. Overall, what would be the end-state you're looking for, national independence or something else?

1500 hours, Southern Zabibland

"Shit, I can't believe we got stationed in this hell hole" grumbled Pvt. Skarski as he shielded his eyes from the oppressive sun. "Command said we have to. No use complaining now that we're here" replied the slightly more cool headed Sgt. Petrovic. "Anyways, this place ain't that bad. You always said you wanted to be stationed somewhere hot and now look were we are!" Skarski looked at Petrovic with a coy smile. No matter how awful and hopeless the situation seemed, he always had a joke to lighten the mood. A loud explosion to the north snapped them back to reality and they immediately began scrambling to retrieve their equipment. "I just wish there weren't so many damn Muslims!" Skarski shouted jokingly as they hopped aboard a waiting armored truck.

Sporadic gunfire still broke the seemingly calm evening as they convoy continued northward. Until a few years ago, Zabibland was little more then a speck on the map to most Volzrgradiens. However, the rising violence against Christians immediately put the Army into action. Even though the roughly 600 Volzgradien hadn't actually been in any fire fights so far, they still were combat ready at every moment. Islam was illegal in Volzgrad and many people in the motherland called the "invasion" of Zabibland a crusade. Either way, the Volzgradiens were here to kill some Arabs and return this land to the true Lord.

OCC: If it clears in my nation I would like to reinforce the Christian side of the war effort. Would that be acceptable?

-snip-

OOC: Erm, did your troops just spontaneously appear?

The Peoples Republic of Ralkovia had no care of religion, gender, or race. It had one view of the world and that was, "What can this do for me?" That was the driving force for everything in Ralkovia, especially in the department of defence. That was why Ralkovia was sending over 8,000 soldiers to help the Christians in this G-dforsaken land.

The soldiers were briefed and boarded their planes. The planes began their long flight into hell. Most men wouldn't see Ralkovian soil. Not without being in body bags. Of course, Ralkovian soldiers didn't care for that, they partied on the plane. Even though most politicians and generals did not care for the death toll, they were not entirely heartless. Men were allowed to take alcohol, pictures, and books on the planes.

Abrams tanks were loaded on to the supply planes that would take off directly after the last personnel planes did. Commander Roderick Domani turned to his lieutenant and grinned. "What are you so happy about, sir?" She said, looking at him with a raised eye brow. "You do realize that Ralkovia is now in it to win it." She looked at him quizzically,"how do you know?" His grin turned into a bright, white smile."You see those tanks, when was the last time you ever saw military give us tanks for some far off operation that they only intended to suck up money on?" She smiled to as she realized that what he said was true. Ralkovia would be pouring resources into this conflict She thought as their plane finally took off.

(OOC: Just thought I might pop in.)

Wherever trouble sprang up, like moths the predators were attracted. Land, resources and power were the fuel behind any 'intervention force' that graced unstable lands, with little in the way of assurance for the people fighting amongst themselves for land that they would even own the land after the wars had finished. Who would watch the watchers? Who would keep peace amongst the peacekeepers?

A lone craft graced the sky above Zabibland. An aerocruiser by class, the AAS Solaris by name. It was an Alfegan airship, a Zeppelin-like craft that had evolved to the modern period to become a force of true elegance. And destruction. For whilst the rippling folds of Aerofibre composite fabric gave the illusion of fragility, the craft could take on a small city and win. Indeed, with the help of another airship, it had done just that in Moriabia, turning what had once been a capital city into a place of chaos and disorder. It had paid off: the result had been peace, and for the country to be held under close scrutiny as the democracy returned.

The Captain of the airship looked down upon the war-torn lands below, turning over the message he had sent to the authorities in his mind. A simple demand: an end to the bloodshed. A meeting between the factions in neutral ground, to peacefully decide the fate of the nation. Knowing most, it would not be that simple. The first step of persuasion was to prove to the refuser that it was in their best interests. A show of force was sufficient for most times. The second step would require a call back to high command. For the diversion of resources to a theatre that could become a bloodbath.

But at least he had got some action: as an entire Air Fleet flew onwards to Shorferica, he had been left on his patrolling duties as one of the many airships scattered across the globe. He had been seen in many different ways before: as a life line to those who needed it most; as a symbol of peace to those lands hit by war; as a representation of Alfegan power to those who had never seen it before. In this theatre, the simplest misinterpretation would result in the airship having to defend itself. And with a payload of over 1000 tonnes of missiles, it could keep doing that for a very long time.

OOC:I think that me and you are going to have an argument in IC real soon, since Ralkovia is the epitomy of your first paragraph

OOC: Apologies, Zabibland. Got a touch crowded in here. I'll back out now before it gets really messy.

OOC: Sorry for making my entrance so randomly. I imagined that the Volzgradien troops would have been in Zabibland for a while on peacekeeping missions and only now they were officially in combat.

1700 hours, Zabibland

The surprising chill of the Zabibland night began to set in just as the Volzgradien convoy neared its destination. They had been traveling for hours and had only seen two things, death and destruction. No village they passed was not scarred by the rampant fighting. Everywhere they went there were bodies and burned out husks of homes. Even the villages that still stood were unfriendly and xenophobic. Finally, they had managed to find an area near a bombed out village that appeared suitable for an encampment. Soon, the Volzgradiens would be a major power in Zabibland

To: All Nations Involved
From: The Grand World Order Office of Foreign Affairs

We believe there is a simple solution to this conflict. All we have to do is launch an invasion, then set up a puppet government. It's both easy and fun! We'll be sending forces to Zabibland. They will NOT fire on any other troops except those who announce hostility, be it verbally or physically.

OOC: I'd be interested in being the old colonial power.


OOC: Accepted as such, you may begin your role as the old colonials, I was thinking you would have some aids in what remains of the Gov. in Rutabel, maybe some outposts stationed throughout the country, and a firm control on the oil and diamond resources that my nation has.
1500 hours, Southern Zabibland

"Shit, I can't believe we got stationed in this hell hole" grumbled Pvt. Skarski as he shielded his eyes from the oppressive sun. "Command said we have to. No use complaining now that we're here" replied the slightly more cool headed Sgt. Petrovic. "Anyways, this place ain't that bad. You always said you wanted to be stationed somewhere hot and now look were we are!" Skarski looked at Petrovic with a coy smile. No matter how awful and hopeless the situation seemed, he always had a joke to lighten the mood. A loud explosion to the north snapped them back to reality and they immediately began scrambling to retrieve their equipment. "I just wish there weren't so many damn Muslims!" Skarski shouted jokingly as they hopped aboard a waiting armored truck.

Sporadic gunfire still broke the seemingly calm evening as they convoy continued northward. Until a few years ago, Zabibland was little more then a speck on the map to most Volzrgradiens. However, the rising violence against Christians immediately put the Army into action. Even though the roughly 600 Volzgradien hadn't actually been in any fire fights so far, they still were combat ready at every moment. Islam was illegal in Volzgrad and many people in the motherland called the "invasion" of Zabibland a crusade. Either way, the Volzgradiens were here to kill some Arabs and return this land to the true Lord.

OOC: Can you please just role play your entrance into Zabibland, I don't mean to be rude but if I let you have have troops in here antefirstpost many others may want that same status.

And yes, I just made up a word, deal with it. :D

OCC: If it clears in my nation I would like to reinforce the Christian side of the war effort. Would that be acceptable?

Certainly

The Peoples Republic of Ralkovia had no care of religion, gender, or race. It had one view of the world and that was, "What can this do for me?" That was the driving force for everything in Ralkovia, especially in the department of defence. That was why Ralkovia was sending over 8,000 soldiers to help the Christians in this G-dforsaken land.

The soldiers were briefed and boarded their planes. The planes began their long flight into hell. Most men wouldn't see Ralkovian soil. Not without being in body bags. Of course, Ralkovian soldiers didn't care for that, they partied on the plane. Even though most politicians and generals did not care for the death toll, they were not entirely heartless. Men were allowed to take alcohol, pictures, and books on the planes.

Abrams tanks were loaded on to the supply planes that would take off directly after the last personnel planes did. Commander Roderick Domani turned to his lieutenant and grinned. "What are you so happy about, sir?" She said, looking at him with a raised eye brow. "You do realize that Ralkovia is now in it to win it." She looked at him quizzically,"how do you know?" His grin turned into a bright, white smile."You see those tanks, when was the last time you ever saw military give us tanks for some far off operation that they only intended to suck up money on?" She smiled to as she realized that what he said was true. Ralkovia would be pouring resources into this conflict She thought as their plane finally took off.

Radio Zabibland

"Fellow Jihadis, it seems that our struggle now has a new enemy, the Ralkovian invaders are to come invade our homelands, murder our men, and rape our women and children. These evil monsters will show no mercy, they will eat the flesh of your young, and they will help the Christian monsters in their quest to enslave all true Zabibmen. Their entrance into our business is folly, and the price for folly will be their own deaths. Prepare to fight, for Allah, for Ali, and for the Greater Zabibland!"

(OOC: Just thought I might pop in.)

Wherever trouble sprang up, like moths the predators were attracted. Land, resources and power were the fuel behind any 'intervention force' that graced unstable lands, with little in the way of assurance for the people fighting amongst themselves for land that they would even own the land after the wars had finished. Who would watch the watchers? Who would keep peace amongst the peacekeepers?

A lone craft graced the sky above Zabibland. An aerocruiser by class, the AAS Solaris by name. It was an Alfegan airship, a Zeppelin-like craft that had evolved to the modern period to become a force of true elegance. And destruction. For whilst the rippling folds of Aerofibre composite fabric gave the illusion of fragility, the craft could take on a small city and win. Indeed, with the help of another airship, it had done just that in Moriabia, turning what had once been a capital city into a place of chaos and disorder. It had paid off: the result had been peace, and for the country to be held under close scrutiny as the democracy returned.

The Captain of the airship looked down upon the war-torn lands below, turning over the message he had sent to the authorities in his mind. A simple demand: an end to the bloodshed. A meeting between the factions in neutral ground, to peacefully decide the fate of the nation. Knowing most, it would not be that simple. The first step of persuasion was to prove to the refuser that it was in their best interests. A show of force was sufficient for most times. The second step would require a call back to high command. For the diversion of resources to a theatre that could become a bloodbath.

But at least he had got some action: as an entire Air Fleet flew onwards to Shorferica, he had been left on his patrolling duties as one of the many airships scattered across the globe. He had been seen in many different ways before: as a life line to those who needed it most; as a symbol of peace to those lands hit by war; as a representation of Alfegan power to those who had never seen it before. In this theatre, the simplest misinterpretation would result in the airship having to defend itself. And with a payload of over 1000 tonnes of missiles, it could keep doing that for a very long time.


OOC: I will have a response to this in a bit, sorry for the wait.


OOC: Sorry for making my entrance so randomly. I imagined that the Volzgradien troops would have been in Zabibland for a while on peacekeeping missions and only now they were officially in combat.

1700 hours, Zabibland

The surprising chill of the Zabibland night began to set in just as the Volzgradien convoy neared its destination. They had been traveling for hours and had only seen two things, death and destruction. No village they passed was not scarred by the rampant fighting. Everywhere they went there were bodies and burned out husks of homes. Even the villages that still stood were unfriendly and xenophobic. Finally, they had managed to find an area near a bombed out village that appeared suitable for an encampment. Soon, the Volzgradiens would be a major power in Zabibland

OOC: Ugh, where should I start. For much of the country, things are relatively calm, it is just the areas around the capital that are turning crazy. Though there are some death squads from both sides on the countryside fighting each other, the Muslims and Christians in the country have mostly united under the Monotheist Alliance to destroy the some 500,000 Animist worshipers that are spread throughout south Zabibland.

ooc:k?

(OOC: Just thought I might pop in.)

Wherever trouble sprang up, like moths the predators were attracted. Land, resources and power were the fuel behind any 'intervention force' that graced unstable lands, with little in the way of assurance for the people fighting amongst themselves for land that they would even own the land after the wars had finished. Who would watch the watchers? Who would keep peace amongst the peacekeepers?

A lone craft graced the sky above Zabibland. An aerocruiser by class, the AAS Solaris by name. It was an Alfegan airship, a Zeppelin-like craft that had evolved to the modern period to become a force of true elegance. And destruction. For whilst the rippling folds of Aerofibre composite fabric gave the illusion of fragility, the craft could take on a small city and win. Indeed, with the help of another airship, it had done just that in Moriabia, turning what had once been a capital city into a place of chaos and disorder. It had paid off: the result had been peace, and for the country to be held under close scrutiny as the democracy returned.

The Captain of the airship looked down upon the war-torn lands below, turning over the message he had sent to the authorities in his mind. A simple demand: an end to the bloodshed. A meeting between the factions in neutral ground, to peacefully decide the fate of the nation. Knowing most, it would not be that simple. The first step of persuasion was to prove to the refuser that it was in their best interests. A show of force was sufficient for most times. The second step would require a call back to high command. For the diversion of resources to a theatre that could become a bloodbath.

But at least he had got some action: as an entire Air Fleet flew onwards to Shorferica, he had been left on his patrolling duties as one of the many airships scattered across the globe. He had been seen in many different ways before: as a life line to those who needed it most; as a symbol of peace to those lands hit by war; as a representation of Alfegan power to those who had never seen it before. In this theatre, the simplest misinterpretation would result in the airship having to defend itself. And with a payload of over 1000 tonnes of missiles, it could keep doing that for a very long time.

OOC: FU rapid reaction forces???? PLEEEEASE!!!!

(OOC - If another RP comes around, yes. Here, they will not be used, since I think there are enough forces in the area for an RP: throwing in more would just confuse matters and make it harder for co-ordination of attacks... result is collapse. So no. Keep looking, and soon you'll find one that'll be a good one
+ OOC chatter at a minimum please after this? Thus, declutteration of the thread can be achieved. This post will self destruct after you've seen it.)

OOC: Okay. Here's my "entrance" post.

3 Months Ago, Zabibland

The machine roar of the Volzgradien airships broke the relative silence of the Zabibland day. High above the various villages, the 4 Fulier class war airships began to descend. Their objective was simple, establish a base of operations, pacify resistance around the capitol, and establish a Christian puppet government. Of course this all seemed very easy and simple at the time. This arrogance would soon be broken.

Air Captain Vlad Gorlavic steered the lumbering ship with surprising grace. Despite the air conditioner in the command gondola, countless drops of sweat still ran down his forehead and neck. A red light began to flicker as the massive transport airship began to descend rapidly. With a few flicks of switches, and the airship returned to a more leisurely pace. "Captain, we are receiving a message from the Victory. What are your orders?" shouted the familiar voice of Lieutenant Parinski behind him. Gorlavic turned to face him. "Patch 'em through." he replied coldly. "Yes sir" replied Parinski as the pressed a large green button on the command terminal.

"This is Captain Sorlic to Captain Gorlavic. We have touched down safely approximately 5 miles from your current position. The load will meet at around 3 miles south of you." By load he obviously meant the troops they were carrying. Gorlavic quickly grabbed the radio and began to speak, "Affirmative comrade Sorlic. We are about to touch down." A few moments later and the massive airship had "landed" in a large area of sand dunes. In reality, the airships never actually touched the ground unless it was destroyed or being repaired. A combat landing was when the airship simply hovered several feet above the ground. Another flick of a switch and the rear compartment ramp was lowered. "Alright boys and girls, this is our stop. Please get all of your luggage and exit immediately. Please move quickly so the door doesn't hit you in the ass when your getting out." he ordered amid a few chuckles of laughter from the crew.

The planes had finally landed and the men unloaded. Anti-missile and rocket systems were placed immediately after the first plane landed. Ralkovian helicopters patrolled the skies. With in an hour after landing pre-fab watchtowers were set up. The guards watched carefully, daring anyone to so much as even glare at the incoming soldiers the wrong way. Of course this was all just temporary, Ralkovia needed an airstrip that couldn't easily be hit by a mortar round. A location was put out near the countryside, it was a far off place but it provided safety from rockets, mortars, and other weapons. APC's were unloaded and the first patrols of the city began. The Ralkovians first mission was to secure a path out of the city.

Magna Polis

The order had been given; GWO troops were to ravage another nation and teach them how a proper nation works. 800,000 GWO troops marched down the streets to the fleets moored at the harbors of Magna Polis. The civilians were kept away from the soldiers by baton-wielding Federal Guardsmen, who were also part of the deployment. Fighters and bombers were being attended to by aviation technicians. Tanks and armored vehicles were rolling onto cargo ships. Soldiers were marching up ramps onto whatever ship they had been ordered to. Artillery cannons were also abundant. Marine Attack Boats darted around in formations to their mother ships.

This deployment would also be the first deployment of the M.A.M.P. made by the Emorden-Geist Weapons Manufacturing Corporation. These would prove devastating against air targets, as well as tanks.

When the troops were loaded, the Fleet set off, lead by a Dreadnought, the FWS Spire. The "escort" ships of the massive amount of logistics ships were as follows:
x2 Nuclear Supercarriers
x4 Standard Carriers
x5 Mothballed Carriers
x10 Battlecruisers
x5 Battleships
x12 Destroyers
x5 Dedicated Anti-Air Destroyers
x10 Anti Shipping Submarines
x2 Nuclear Attack Submarines
x15 Frigates
x20 Cruisers
x450 Marine Attack Boats
x5 Dedicated Anti-Submarine Destroyers

The planes left for Ralkovia empty of everything but the pilots. The total Ralkovian force in Zabibland was a staggering 8000 firstline soldiers. They had dropped off
x200 abrams battle tanks
x300 Grizzly APCs
x20 apache helicopters
x30 rooikat mobile artillery (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rooikat_AFV)
x 40 vulcan anti-aircraft guns (http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M167_Vulcan)
x80 Machbet mobile anti-aircraft guns (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Machbet)
x80 M119 howitzers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M119_howitzer)
x30 FH70 close range artillery (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FH-70)
x40 PzH 2000 mobile artillery (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PzH_2000)
x20 TOS-1s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TOS-1)

but the pilots would be back soon enough, with more men, tanks, and equipment.

Approximate amount of Volzgradien troops currently in Zabibland

-550 Volzgradien Patriotic Army soldiers (Pvt. to Sgt.)
-50 Volzgradien Officers (Lt. to Major)
-50 T-91 Main Battle Tanks
-30 SV-88 Heavy lift trucks

Approximate amount of Volzgradien troops arriving in 1 week

-10,000 Volzgradien Patriotic Army soldiers (conscripts and officers)
-2000 T-91 MBTs
-100 SV-88 Heavy lift trucks
-1000 BTM-76 Heavy APCs
-10 Venkov class heavy airships
-50 150mm Medium howitzers

The ralkovians made their advance out of the city and began preparing a landing strip 2 miles away. The men attached bulldozers to the tanks and began to clear the land of vegetation and level it out for planes.

The landing strip would also serve as the headquarters for the Ralkovian soldiers. When the landing strip was finished a few light transport planes would bring in the military engineers and their equipment.

The area around the Ralkovian headquarters and landing strip became increasing patrolled as the landing site turned more into a camp. Soon fencing would go up but for now watchtowers and landmines were the protection.

Commander Domani watched from his tent as the first pre-fab structure was put into place. Of course the men had chosen the mess hall to be built first. Domani had no quarrels with it since he wanted a nice cooked meal that didn't taste like cardboard.

More anti-rocket and anti-missile systems were placed in the camp and around it. Commander Domani made sure that the men had built foxholes and bunkers against the mortar strikes.

Approaching Zabibland Waters

As the massive fleet approached the nation, defensive conditions were put to their fullest. The fleet didn't know if Zabibland would have a defense fleet, or if another nation was to hinder their landing. Either way, the fleet was ready for whatever was ahead.

Secret Communique from the Volzgradien High Command

Despite our differences, we believe that the conflict in Zabibland may benefit both of our nations. According to the National Volzgradien Intelligence Division, our nations currently have the largest armed forces in Zabibland. United and we could crush all opposition and claim the nation as our own. If you agree to our proposition. The Grand World Order will occupy West Zabibland. We on the other hand will occupy East Zabibland. We both are Christian nations and it would be terrible if we fought against each other. If you agree or have any questions or demands, then please feel free to tell us (secretly of course).

OOC: Accepted as such, you may begin your role as the old colonials, I was thinking you would have some aids in what remains of the Gov. in Rutabel, maybe some outposts stationed throughout the country, and a firm control on the oil and diamond resources that my nation has.

OOC: Righto, I'll have a post up tomorrow, hopefully.

Approaching Zabibland Waters

As the massive fleet approached the nation, defensive conditions were put to their fullest. The fleet didn't know if Zabibland would have a defense fleet, or if another nation was to hinder their landing. Either way, the fleet was ready for whatever was ahead.

Official Statement
Denomination of Foreign Diplomacy
Addressed to the Leaders of the Grand World Order

Dear sirs,

The Office of the President has directed the Denomination to pass on an important message to you.

The Union regards any expansion of the Grand World Order towards Zabibland as harmful to its future interests. As such, should any military forces of the Grand World Order violate Zabibian territory or territorial waters, there will be severe and immediate repercussions.

The Denomination requests and requires that you acknowledge recepit of this ultimatum and immediately withdraw your hostile fleet.

Regards.

ooc: Zabibland, geographically speaking would you say your nation is located in any particularly particular location? :p

Also, besides various factions is there any such thing currently as a 'legitimate' government?

Ralkovia is almost finished with its landing strip, V-22 osprey land supplies and ammo. Ralkovian APCs head out through the countryside and city stopping civilians and searching vehicles.

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