NationStates Jolt Archive

Doman, the capital of Djupesland
20:10, 29 August 1999
Doman Air Base - controlled by Oslea

An Oslean soldier was sitting on his chair inside his little booth, screening every vehicle that went inside the base. It was getting dark outside; the stars lighting the quiet night. Doman was a quiet city, and did not have much nightlife at all compared to the other larger cities of the world.

A truck was driving down the road towards the booth, which the soldier quickly spotted. He gripped his M16 and waited for it to get closer. It pulled up to his window, and the driver appeared to be of Djupeslandian origin.

The driver flashed his ID card.

Alex Rodan
Djupesland Army
DOB: 11/23/1977
Place of Birth: Lola, Djupesland

"Nice night," Alex said.

The Oslean soldier grunted. "Whatcha carrying there?"

"5.56mm bullets. You guys were running low today, or something."

"Weird, I saw a few crates of them in the armory today. Whatever, could use some more. Go ahead," the Oslean soldier motioned, as he let the truck in.

The truck drove up through the base, bypassing lines of parked M1A2 Abrams tanks, M2 Bradleys, and humvees. He parked up against the commanding officer's tent, and got out.

"Fat bulletproof vest you got there, eh?" a soldier commented as he disembarked from his truck.

"Yeah, got cold today," Alex replied.

He walked up to the fuel tanks near the munitions depot, clutching a detonator in hand. The Oslean soldiers weren't expecting anything; they just let him near them.

On the other side of the base, a soldier was examining the contents of the crates inside the truck.

"Hey wait a minute, these aren't -"

Alex pushed the detonator.

*click*

OOC: This is an RP taking place in 1999, so no super high tech crap that wouldn't be around back then. Oh, and this is open! Feel free to comment or join.

A huge fireball lit the night, rising to maybe a hundred meters into the sky, leveling half the base. Alarms wailed throughout the base; soldiers got out of their barracks gripping their rifles tightly.

"We've just been bombed!" a soldier shouted.

"Don't you think I know that?" General Van Hoo shouted back. He had been examining the aircraft randomly and had miraculously been away from his tent at the time of the bombing.

A Djupesland Army T-80 rolled through the gates of the base and crushed the booth. A thunderous clap emerged from its cannon as it hit the aircraft control tower, blowing the top portion of it off.

A nearby soldier armed with a Javelin sighted the tank and fired, the rocket penetrating through the front hull and exploding, killing the crew.

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President Jerome Morrow sat at his desk when an aide anxiously ran into his room shouting "The Djupesland government declared war on us!".

"But how...Why..."

A Brief History of the Oslean Occupation of Djupesland

In 1995, Djupesland, an island nation, was seeking a trade partner since that year's harvest was extremely low and Oslea was seen as the best candidate. Djupesland had massive amounts of oil, and precious metals, and all Oslea had to do was provide Djupesland with food.

Oslea generously kept their part of the deal, sending food and aid, while Djupesland gave them small amounts of oil and precious metal.

However in 1997 pirate threats to Oslean and Djupeslandian ships delivering these commodities were attacked by pirates causing the deployment of the Oslean navy within the region. As well these pirates began incursions into the Djupeslandian cities, looting anything they could find. Requesting for permission to build a naval and air base on Djupesland, Oslea established a military presence on the island.

The soldiers were seen as liberators since they delivered food into the country and protected the populace from pirates, but eventually they began to overrun sites that contained oil and precious metal and cut off Djupesland's supply to them, while the Osleans kept it to themselves. Only the Osleans and a few elite Djupeslandians knew of these sites; the Djupesland government had no knowledge of them since they did not have the money or resources to search for them. Rebels who had ties to the Osleans preached what the knew to the populace with mixed results.

It slightly angered some citizens who believed the rebels. Others were sure they were rebel lies, and took no heed of them.

Eventually Oslea controlled most of the island and its resources, leaving the country even poorer than it was before, while leaving it dependent on Oslea's food. The practice of stealing Djupesland's resources became widespread knowledge when an inquiry within the Oslean army and government revealed that they were, in fact, securing sites for resources. The Djupesland government was reluctant to act, as they were afraid of invoking Oslean sanctions.

Dissent and anger was simmering within the majority of citizens, the army and the remainder of the government, and on August 29, 1999, a rebellion was initiated against the Oslean military by the Djupesland Army and partisan insurgents.

Djupesland Army Official Message to the World
12:01 30 August 1999

A man with a heavily decorated uniform stood in front of a pulpit with a Djupeslandian flag behind him, and loyalists holding G3 assault rifles.

"Greetings citizens of the world!

I am General Roman Taylor, and I am the leader of the Djupesland United Army, made up of dissenters of the looting, dishonest, lowly Oslean dogs that ravaged our homeland.

They stole from our nation; ravaged our countryside; destroyed our economy.

We, as a nation, will not stand against this thievery. We will not tolerate the pillaging of our homeland.

We once greeted you, the Osleans, as liberators, as friends, as saviors. We trusted in you to help our nation back to its feet and to its former glory. We were wrong. You never wanted to help our populace; you were only interested in the riches within our lands; riches that are not rightfully yours.

So I, representing the will of the Djupeslandian people, declare war on the Imperialist Osleans!"