Anemos Major
16-12-2008, 12:55
OOC: The setting; the 1970s. Anemos Major is one of the three breakaway nations that used to form the core of the Great Anemonian Empire, and is still recovering from the ashes of the Second Great War. As the old High Lord dies and Ilfir Erenthi III ascends to the throne, certain events begin to roll the nation into wha seems like inevitable doom. Who will prevail in the end...?
Yes, because this is a history thread the outcome is pretty much decided but I want to see HOW it gets to that conclusion, so...
Note: A revised map of Anemos Major and the surrounding areas should be underneath.
http://i324.photobucket.com/albums/k337/Knight_of_Zero/Anemos%20Major/AnemosRevised.jpg
FILE 1: Border Patrol Number 2.02, September 4th, 1973
The snow always fell at this time of year, and the weather had not let them down this time either. In fact, a blizzard howled through the mountains, driven on by the wind and as the leaves of the evergreen trees in the mountains shook, weighed down by snow, a lone bird screeched.
A shot rang out. A patrol of troops shuffling through the snow turned as one of them was shot in the gut and as the soldier collapsed, gasping for air the other troops took cover, firing back with their G3s. One soldier shouted "Somebody throw a grenade!" and more shooting continued. Eventually, a soldier hurled a fragmentation grenade, and as it exploded in the snow the soldier tried to throw another one but as he reached out once more, a bullet pierced his head and the soldier fell, dropping the grenade. Beside him, a soldier was firing his rifle, completely unaware of what had happened, and the grenade exploded, killing him. His rifle firing, another soldier tried to retreat but another shot rang out, hitting him square in the chest and the soldier collapsed, twitching. Finally the machinegunner managed to find cover and he unleashed his firepower in the general direction of the enemy, and soon the firing began to falter but as the machinegunner advanced, another shot rang out and he stumbled forwards, fell to his knees and smashed face first into the snow. Around him, more and more soldiers died until the last one fell into the cold, cold grasp of the snow as well.
FILE 2: Border Post Femokant, Anemonian Passage, September 5th, 1973
"We lost contact with Border Patrol 2.02 at 8:45pm yesterday night. They failed to report in at 8:45 and we haven't heard from them yet." The officer looked over the map, and the sergeant beside him said "Sir, we've sent out a search party. They should be due back in tenty minutes."
"...We'll wait for them. Inform the other border posts that they should prepare to increase their security measures."
"My lord."
Twenty minutes later.
The line of troops trudged into the base, tired and covered with snow, and over some of their shoulders were the corpses of the missing soldiers. As they lay the bodies down against walls, the group leader stepped forwards towards the officer and shook his head.
"Sir, we found the body of an enemy near the site. His identity papers state that he was part of the Inquisitorian region."
"The Inquisitorius!? But we're still in power there, aren't we?"
"The general opinion for the past few years is that we've been losing power, and sir, I'm sorry to say that I wouldn't be surprised if we've been usurped without knowing it. I strongly suggest that we inform the central government and make sure that we're still in control of The Inquisitorius."
"Of course we are! The Anemonian army cannot lose to terrorists!"
Holding up a satchel, the squad leader murmured "Terrorists armed with FALs, with helmets and body armour? With 200,000$ on them, as well as counterfeit Anemonian passports? And more importantly..." He held up a piece of paper. "This."
The moment that piece of paper was shown to the central military authority in Anemos Rei, things began to move. Troops were instantly sent to secure various arms depots across Anemos Rei, and a military detachment was sent to The Inqusitorius. Patrols were more frequent, and in the South Anemonian Sea the Anemonian Navy was pulled back into service. Up north, old Great Anemonian battleships were repaired and quickly crewed, armed and sent to patrol the North Sea. Army tacticians observed the situation very uneasily, and some were heard muttering "What are we supposed to do about this...?"
And of course, a pair of cruisers were sent to check on the root of the problem; an isle up north, uninhabited, covered by blizzards all year, dominated by a mountain. The island's name was Savronin, and although locals referred to it as "Dead." and "Spooky.", the truth was rather different.
Savronin Citadel was the dominant airfield in North Anemos, housed a small naval base and had been obtained by the Great Empire of Anemos before WWI, when they had found it in uncharted lands in 1866. A citadel had been built on it some years later, which was still being used.
And deep within its heart, in a floor known to a privileged few as Under Floor B25, lay the four-hundred and seventy three atomic warheads that had been the final legacy of the mighty eight-hundred and seventy year old, undefeated Great Empire of Anemos before it was defeated for the first and last time, not by a threat from abroad, but the threat it posed to itself. After WWII, the Great Empire had become unstable, and it had split up. Although the process of recovery had been long...
It was about to be shattered once more.
FILE 3: Quarantine, September 6th, 1973.
The Nation of Anemos Major, as of September 6th, 1973, announces the closing of its borders due to a terrorist threat from abroad. We apologise to all affected.
FILE 4: Plea, September 6th, 1973.
-MESSAGE SENT FROM THE NORTH SEA OF ANEMOS MAJOR, SAVRONIN ISLAND-
-DIRECTED TO ALL RADIO FREQUENCIES-
Anyone. Please, help. I'm locked up inside the arsenal room with no supplies. Everyone else is dead; we don't know how they did it or who they are. I don't know how they managed to get in, and although I'm safe for now thanks to the doors, I'm slowly dying. Thankfully, they won't be able to get in unless they have a hell of a lot of explosives... what? The doors, they're... no, no, n-"
-MESSAGE ENDS-
Yes, because this is a history thread the outcome is pretty much decided but I want to see HOW it gets to that conclusion, so...
Note: A revised map of Anemos Major and the surrounding areas should be underneath.
http://i324.photobucket.com/albums/k337/Knight_of_Zero/Anemos%20Major/AnemosRevised.jpg
FILE 1: Border Patrol Number 2.02, September 4th, 1973
The snow always fell at this time of year, and the weather had not let them down this time either. In fact, a blizzard howled through the mountains, driven on by the wind and as the leaves of the evergreen trees in the mountains shook, weighed down by snow, a lone bird screeched.
A shot rang out. A patrol of troops shuffling through the snow turned as one of them was shot in the gut and as the soldier collapsed, gasping for air the other troops took cover, firing back with their G3s. One soldier shouted "Somebody throw a grenade!" and more shooting continued. Eventually, a soldier hurled a fragmentation grenade, and as it exploded in the snow the soldier tried to throw another one but as he reached out once more, a bullet pierced his head and the soldier fell, dropping the grenade. Beside him, a soldier was firing his rifle, completely unaware of what had happened, and the grenade exploded, killing him. His rifle firing, another soldier tried to retreat but another shot rang out, hitting him square in the chest and the soldier collapsed, twitching. Finally the machinegunner managed to find cover and he unleashed his firepower in the general direction of the enemy, and soon the firing began to falter but as the machinegunner advanced, another shot rang out and he stumbled forwards, fell to his knees and smashed face first into the snow. Around him, more and more soldiers died until the last one fell into the cold, cold grasp of the snow as well.
FILE 2: Border Post Femokant, Anemonian Passage, September 5th, 1973
"We lost contact with Border Patrol 2.02 at 8:45pm yesterday night. They failed to report in at 8:45 and we haven't heard from them yet." The officer looked over the map, and the sergeant beside him said "Sir, we've sent out a search party. They should be due back in tenty minutes."
"...We'll wait for them. Inform the other border posts that they should prepare to increase their security measures."
"My lord."
Twenty minutes later.
The line of troops trudged into the base, tired and covered with snow, and over some of their shoulders were the corpses of the missing soldiers. As they lay the bodies down against walls, the group leader stepped forwards towards the officer and shook his head.
"Sir, we found the body of an enemy near the site. His identity papers state that he was part of the Inquisitorian region."
"The Inquisitorius!? But we're still in power there, aren't we?"
"The general opinion for the past few years is that we've been losing power, and sir, I'm sorry to say that I wouldn't be surprised if we've been usurped without knowing it. I strongly suggest that we inform the central government and make sure that we're still in control of The Inquisitorius."
"Of course we are! The Anemonian army cannot lose to terrorists!"
Holding up a satchel, the squad leader murmured "Terrorists armed with FALs, with helmets and body armour? With 200,000$ on them, as well as counterfeit Anemonian passports? And more importantly..." He held up a piece of paper. "This."
The moment that piece of paper was shown to the central military authority in Anemos Rei, things began to move. Troops were instantly sent to secure various arms depots across Anemos Rei, and a military detachment was sent to The Inqusitorius. Patrols were more frequent, and in the South Anemonian Sea the Anemonian Navy was pulled back into service. Up north, old Great Anemonian battleships were repaired and quickly crewed, armed and sent to patrol the North Sea. Army tacticians observed the situation very uneasily, and some were heard muttering "What are we supposed to do about this...?"
And of course, a pair of cruisers were sent to check on the root of the problem; an isle up north, uninhabited, covered by blizzards all year, dominated by a mountain. The island's name was Savronin, and although locals referred to it as "Dead." and "Spooky.", the truth was rather different.
Savronin Citadel was the dominant airfield in North Anemos, housed a small naval base and had been obtained by the Great Empire of Anemos before WWI, when they had found it in uncharted lands in 1866. A citadel had been built on it some years later, which was still being used.
And deep within its heart, in a floor known to a privileged few as Under Floor B25, lay the four-hundred and seventy three atomic warheads that had been the final legacy of the mighty eight-hundred and seventy year old, undefeated Great Empire of Anemos before it was defeated for the first and last time, not by a threat from abroad, but the threat it posed to itself. After WWII, the Great Empire had become unstable, and it had split up. Although the process of recovery had been long...
It was about to be shattered once more.
FILE 3: Quarantine, September 6th, 1973.
The Nation of Anemos Major, as of September 6th, 1973, announces the closing of its borders due to a terrorist threat from abroad. We apologise to all affected.
FILE 4: Plea, September 6th, 1973.
-MESSAGE SENT FROM THE NORTH SEA OF ANEMOS MAJOR, SAVRONIN ISLAND-
-DIRECTED TO ALL RADIO FREQUENCIES-
Anyone. Please, help. I'm locked up inside the arsenal room with no supplies. Everyone else is dead; we don't know how they did it or who they are. I don't know how they managed to get in, and although I'm safe for now thanks to the doors, I'm slowly dying. Thankfully, they won't be able to get in unless they have a hell of a lot of explosives... what? The doors, they're... no, no, n-"
-MESSAGE ENDS-