NationStates Jolt Archive

5 Miles from Soryanastan
MV-44A Tilt Rotor Transport
3rd Marine Expeditionary Unit
5:23 AM

"Bad news boys, our satellites have picked up a significant triple-A presence from the coast onwards. Hang on and prepare for a hell of a lot of turbulence!" Yelled the pilot. Norman sighed and looked down at his watch. 5:23:49. The ramp on the back of the aircraft began to slowly open and he could finally see the other aircraft. It was barely light out, and this is what command wanted. They wanted to get into combat as early as possible so the enemy weren't ready when they arrived. The company commander walked to the back of the aircraft and took a look out the back.
"We're over land, marines, ETA two minutes!"
The other MV-44As from the carrier drifted farther apart to stay away from anti-air fire and rockets.

An officer who'd just woken up noticed the partisans first. He woke up a few of his men and greeted the partisans. "I take it you're not Communists, then. We're here to liberate your nation from the Communists' grip."

bump.

"(What do you think sire)?" Jian asked in a language the young general hasn't heard.

"(They'll be limited to the M4 series assault rifle)" started Vamp as he looked around at the others. "(In the mean time, we need to start the counter-attack,)" concluded Vamp as Woff nodded his head in agreement to the others.

"We'll supply your men with the equipment and training they require," started Woff as he looked at the young general. "In return, you'll supply us with a trade agreement as a return for payment, a map of your nation and we need all details about military installments that the Communist could use against our liberation forces,"

It had been an annual routine in the eyes of the lead harlot of the brothel that comissars would make their annual visit to her establishment and generally act like drunken assholes towards the women they were to sleep with before they went back to their work. There was a call for all the harlots to assemble together when the first comissars entered the brothel - some of them were drunk and made the women sickingly moan while others seemed calm and sober when talked with. There was a young man among them, who was probably gifted with plenty of information, and he had been given the chance to pick the woman he wanted. He looked over at Vix and smiled. "I'll take this one. Sure, she may be a freak to many of you, but I think she'll be just fine."

The man took Vix by the hand and grinned. "I'm sure we'll have a fine time together, girl. Why don't you take me to our room? I don't need you to do anything but an act or two - I hope you don't mind me being a tad....dominant."

OOC: Vix, you can kill this Communist. He's got plenty of information.

"Mmhmm," Vix murmured her consent, sliding up close to the commissionar. "Tie me up and," she licked her lips slowly, tail twisting around the human's legs, "throw away the key." She giggled and led him along to her room, shapely, firm rear swinging slightly as it pressed against her tight shorts. Once inside she showed him her locker of assistants and aides, motioning especially to a comparment full of whips, shackles and leather. "All you need right here," she whispered, tugging at her clothing, a plan already forming in her mind.

As Mui walked around the seemingly empty streets of the city during the calm and warm night, she could hear a man whistling an old tune to himself while throwing out some bags full of garbage into the dumpster which he and the other tenants in his apartment complex had used. He had wanted to throw it all out now for the sake of convenience. Once he was finished, he was about to walk back to his house when he saw Mui walking in the streets. He could recognize her very well amidst the lit streets and, with a smile, he called for her from the dumpsters. "Mui!"

The man smiled. He was quite attached to this strange woman and had guessed that she had to be a foreign agent on a mission to disrupt the Communist government but he couldn't give a damn about any of that. "Mui! Remember me? You can stay over at my place if you need somewhere to stay....I know you aren't from here and chances are that you'll most likely get arrested and probably killed. After they've had their way with you, of course, since these Commies have a horrid track record with women. Come on in! Don't worry about a thing. You'll be safe."

The Xiscapian agent scurried over to the doorway where the man stood, face lit up in delight. She threw her arms around him, pressing close, grinning ferally. "Of course I remember you," she whispered to him, "and you're right." They stepped into the house, door closing. "I'm not from around here, in fact you've probably never even heard of the nation that I come from. But that's not important now," her firey eyes gazed into his, "all that matters is that we're here together, now. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," she ran a finger from his chin over his chest and down to his belt, "and I don't even know your name."

An officer who'd just woken up noticed the partisans first. He woke up a few of his men and greeted the partisans. "I take it you're not Communists, then. We're here to liberate your nation from the Communists' grip."

"That's pretty good for us then. Where are you headed?"

"We'll supply your men with the equipment and training they require," started Woff as he looked at the young general. "In return, you'll supply us with a trade agreement as a return for payment, a map of your nation and we need all details about military installments that the Communist could use against our liberation forces,"

Lamin smiled. "We shall give you the trade agreement once our land has been purified of the Communist vermin which continue to brutally rule our brothers and sisters. A map of our nation can easily be acquired and, as for the military installments, that really depends on the individual Communist force and what fanatical anti-Communist generals left behind. Sometimes, the scorched earth tactic was used as the Reds advanced."

"That's pretty good for us then. Where are you headed?"
"To Lokkan apparently. We've been pushing forward two days non-stop. The Commies haven't been putting on a much of a fight, though. My company is nearly at full strength and I haven't heard of anyone else in the regiment suffering too heavy losses."

OOC: The following post shall focus on the rise of organized rebellions rather than sporadic raids conducted by the various partisans and the Association of the Liberation of Soryanastan which, in this post, will declare its intention to seize control following the overthrow of the Communists. It is up to the individual player to allow this far right ultranationalist group reeking of WWII Axis influences to seize power or to ruthlessly crush it so that it will not.

IC: The Association of the Liberation of Soryanastan had recently seized control of some ports along the southeastern coast of Soryanastan after a bitterly fought campaign marked with plenty of brutality and massacres orchestrated by both sides. It was a campaign orchestrated in the hopes that the ALS would eventually rule Soryanastan as a Fascist utopia with a ceremonial monarchy catering to its every whim. They knew Janata was in Lynion through their brutally gathered intelligence on her situation and knew that she could pose a threat to their aspirations even though they were very loving towards Soryana monarchism. In a resort town on the coast, the ALS convened a meeting of its generals to orchestrate a grand march to Olyan. Some of the generals knew this was going to occur because the ALS had been riddled with anti-democratic rhetoric such as the notion that people could never truly be trusted on elections. After some bitter debate, it was decided that there would be a march to Olyan whether or not the government in exile, the foreigners and other Soryana partisans liked it or not.

The ALS was not the only partisan group active in Soryanastan but it was one of the few that could really claim power and authority over large tracts of land rather than simple villages. The Communists still held control over the nation but were generally losing power and territory with every day that passed, with every army forced back, with every purge that weakened defenses. This, though, was never reported. The only thing that had been reported was the birth of Singhenov's first child, a daughter, with his foreign born wife, Sarah, who people knew was as fanatical as her husband. The girl was still in her crib at a time when her parents struggled to maintain control. They both felt the Revolution would be best for their child. They felt that she needed to be raised in their fanaticism.

The Communists who retreated either had deserted their posts since they were usually non-Communists conscripted to fight or they had simply had enough of the conflict which was nothing short of a living Hell. Those who did desert either went back to their homes or defected - there were numerous cases of Communist female prisoners who fled with anti-Communist men according to the records of partisans. In the cities considered liberated from the Communists such as Sevestres, life had generally returned to normal. The Saviors of Sevestres organized themselves as the National Union Party under Kyrad Ludokrin who had, in his time as the leader of the Free City of Sevestres as he called it, orchestrated a cultural renaissance - people were actually happy once again rather than just feigning happiness for the sake of making the Party look good. In Sevestres, Ravana spent much time with Katie who she was madly in love with - always striving to pleasure her in whatever way she could. Thankfully, there were numerous "stores" which selled "night aids" for women.

The prospective newlyweds that had hitched a ride with Ravana's team married in a quick and civil ceremony before leaving Soryanastan as refugees because they saw no reason to live in a nation where they could be dead in the span of six minutes or less - a nation where they could be targeted due to their association with reactionaries. Ravana looked at Katie, one night, inside the confines of their hideout. "Katie, if you could, would you live here with me?"

"To Lokkan apparently. We've been pushing forward two days non-stop. The Commies haven't been putting on a much of a fight, though. My company is nearly at full strength and I haven't heard of anyone else in the regiment suffering too heavy losses."

"Those Commies probably got forced back by partisans such as ourselves or other foreigners like yourselves. Do you need assistance?"

Katie looked at Ravanna for a moment, scanning her face to see if she really meant it or not. She badly wanted for her to mean it but it was hard to tell either or not she did. Katie had enjoyed her time with Ravanna immensely, it eclipsing anything and everything she had done so far in her life. She gave a small, happy nod to show what she thought of the proposal, the best she had ever heard,
"Yes," She nodded happily, "Of course I will. There's nothing for me in Alversia, I have everything I need right here." She kissed her delicately, her heart melting as she did so.

"Those Commies probably got forced back by partisans such as ourselves or other foreigners like yourselves. Do you need assistance?"
"Not really, no. We're going to start moving again in a few hours. I suggest you tell your commander to contact General Saalfeldt."

After about an hour of chatting with the partisans, the officer ordered his men to wake everyone up. Slaves brought the soldiers typical army food; a cup pea soup and a slice of bread for the men and 'real' food for the officers. After breakfast the attack continued.

Artillery fire and aerial attacks paved the way for the ground forces who, surprisingly, still met stiff resistance. Officers told the men about Lokkan and its brothels to keep them motivated since there was no loot to be had or slaves to be taken.

Meanwhile Empress Dora I announced her support for the ALS, and Grand Marshal Repke requested permission to use the ports under their control.

Katie looked at Ravanna for a moment, scanning her face to see if she really meant it or not. She badly wanted for her to mean it but it was hard to tell either or not she did. Katie had enjoyed her time with Ravanna immensely, it eclipsing anything and everything she had done so far in her life. She gave a small, happy nod to show what she thought of the proposal, the best she had ever heard,
"Yes," She nodded happily, "Of course I will. There's nothing for me in Alversia, I have everything I need right here." She kissed her delicately, her heart melting as she did so.

Ravana smiled. "I am so glad to hear you say that, Katie, and I'm pretty sure I can help you acquire Soryana citizenship when the conflict ends which, I hope, will be quite soon since I'm tired of all this death and bloodshed around us....."

The two kissed for several minutes with their tongues dancing in a sensual tango until Ravana stopped Katie in her tracks. "Once this conflict has ended, we'll live peacefully together instead of having to watch our backs all the time for the Communist scum. If it turns out that the Communists continue to hold control of this nation....then I need you to take me to Alversia with you. Unless you're planning on killing yourself rather than letting the Communists get a piece of you."

A sly grin came on Ravana's face just then. "Why would they not want some of you? You're damn well gorgeous."

Katie smiled at the compliment, though internally she frowned at the sad message her Lover had just conveyed. How could she think the Communists would survive this war? Their War effort had virtually collapsed already, the chances of them counter-attacking was unlikely and, even then, they would not retake Sevestres, not with the Alversians still occupying the city, they had increased their numbers now to 10,000 troops. They were also careful about the supposed massacres happening all over the country. There were no such events in Sevestres. Not while the Alversians were in command.
"Of course I can get you to Alversia if we need to. Not that I think we will." She cuddled her gently, enjoying the warmth of their bodies together.

Katie smiled at the compliment, though internally she frowned at the sad message her Lover had just conveyed. How could she think the Communists would survive this war? Their War effort had virtually collapsed already, the chances of them counter-attacking was unlikely and, even then, they would not retake Sevestres, not with the Alversians still occupying the city, they had increased their numbers now to 10,000 troops. They were also careful about the supposed massacres happening all over the country. There were no such events in Sevestres. Not while the Alversians were in command.
"Of course I can get you to Alversia if we need to. Not that I think we will." She cuddled her gently, enjoying the warmth of their bodies together.

Ravana smiled. "It's only a matter of time before the Communists are eventually annihilated in a merciless wave of the people's justice and once that has been completed, we'll live together here in peace - I'll probably drift back into working for the constitutional monarchy again once it has been restored and I can easily get you a job with me if you'd want."

She held tightly onto Katie while her hands would occassionally brush over the breasts as if by some sort of accident rather than by a clear intention. Eventually, Ravana went on top of Katie with a grin and began to inch down towards the prize she wanted. "Katie, let's have a round. It'd be in celebration of the impeding liberation of Soryanastan. Don't do anything at all, though. I'll be doing.....all the work."

And so she began. She pulled down the impediments and went to work while men killed each other hundreds of miles away from them.

"Okay" Katie closed her eyes in delight as she allowed Ravanna to go to work upon her body. She was yes to both questions. She wanted to stay here, with Ravanna and help the new Government. She had nothing in Alversia, nothing she wanted to go back to. She would be more than happy here with Ravanna, her new Lover, the Girl of her dreams.

She would be more than happy here with Ravanna, her new Lover, the Girl of her dreams.

One would have usually greeted the rising of the sun in Soryanastan with a religious salutation in the pagan fashion as they did in the southern regions or with a simple acknowledgement of the dawn of a new day to replace the previous one - but the ongoing conflict had pretty much made every single day nothing more than an ongoing onslaught of bloodshed and chaos across the land. Many people, both Pagan and Christian, were praying for peace in their hidden temples and churches while emigre charities were sending aid to citizens in liberated areas.

There was always the scent of death in the air wherever you walked and soldiers groaned as they walked past the charred corpses of their fallen enemies and the tender ones of the women and children massacred by retreating Communists. Food was stolen, lives were lost, and many were losing faith in the notion that peace would prevail. Some people even lost their faith in God over the conflict. Why would God allow all of this to continue? Couldn't He have put a stop to the Communists?

The Soryana Underground continued to act as a force of resistance against the Socialist Realism ruthlessly enforced by the Communist authorities with bands giving concerts like they did in the old days in liberated areas while celebrities who succumbed to the yoke of the Socialist Realists were condemned as traitors to Soryana culture and forced into an obscurity from which they would never return unless they repented of their sins.

Cities sympathetic to the ALS had already declared themselves members of the Soryana Confederation and declared independence from the Soryana nation in the hope that the rest of it would join them in the creation of a Fascist utopia - Puritanian support only bolstered their faith in the final victory of Fascism over Communism and the defeated democratically elected government. As for the Monarchy's fate, the Fascists were split on the question. Some preferred to abolish it while others wanted it to become the icon of Soryana history once again but as a servant to the whim of the Fascist government when it was finally created. Soryana fascists marched in the streets while singing patriotic hymns and spitting on the pictures and banners of fallen Communists. An outraged Singhenov ordered an attack on the Confederation but when he was defied by generals who remarked that they did not have enough soldiers for the campaign, he purged them and replaced them with hardliners who immediately conscripted prisoners and farmers.

Finally it was in sight; Lokkan, the first milestone of the Puritanian campaign in Soryanastan. According to the intelligence gathered, there were still plenty of civilians in the city, but as usual, the generals didn't care about civilian casualities; only victory. Even at the risk of the other nations involved turning against the Imperial Armed Forces, the use of chemical weapons was authorized. 6 chemical weapons regiments were moved to the frontlines. They immediately started firing sarin missiles into the city along with the bombings carried out by the airforce and regular artillery fire.

The chemical attacks continued for two days, after which the generals were certain that all resistance was eliminated. So, the ground attack began. 3 divisions, 1 armoured and 2 infantry, began rolling into the city and expected little to no resistance...

The chemical attacks continued for two days, after which the generals were certain that all resistance was eliminated. So, the ground attack began. 3 divisions, 1 armoured and 2 infantry, began rolling into the city and expected little to no resistance...

The city of Lokkan hadn't been attacked since the Communists first appeared in the streets during the Soryana Revolution but they hadn't been ill prepared for the coming of the Puritanians - there were plenty of Communist soldiers around who had been garrisoned at Lokkan since the conflict had began. After the Puritanian attack was finished, the Communists which had remained at the end of it struggled to maintain a defence of the city by firing wildly as soon as the first Puritanians entered Lokkan. The citizens were hit hard by the sarin missles and many of them were dead or dying from the effects. Bodies littered the streets of the city and people wept over their dead loved ones. Lokkan had lost the vibrant life it has once relished and all that it had now was the scent of death.

As the Puritanians marched in, they could hear the guns....

Heading towards Soryanastan

A lone C-370 transport aircraft soared above the average cloud height attempting to avoid radar detection. Inside the cargo hold was 12 Black Lynion Assassin's taking a last minute breather before the jump. They had excatly 36 hours to find a landing zone for the upcoming landings, take out key supply routes and establish a connection with any Resistance Force against the current government. The plane was quiet as they headed into enemy land.

Vamperial Temple
Lynscert Island

"We'll use what we can," started the hologram of King Taishi Ci as Woff looked around at the other holograms. "We'll discuss the trade agreement afterwards. Until then, we need to depend on what intel we gain,"

"Agreed," replied Woff as he saw the hologram of the young general. "Vamperial Headmaster Rommel," Woff turned to a hologram that had part of his face hiding under a metal casing due to a close explosive going off. "Take what you need and start a general invasion. We'll need to move fast and take what we can quickly. Until then, good luck everyone," concluded Woff as everyone nodded their heads and the hologram was turned off.

The city of Lokkan hadn't been attacked since the Communists first appeared in the streets during the Soryana Revolution but they hadn't been ill prepared for the coming of the Puritanians - there were plenty of Communist soldiers around who had been garrisoned at Lokkan since the conflict had began. After the Puritanian attack was finished, the Communists which had remained at the end of it struggled to maintain a defence of the city by firing wildly as soon as the first Puritanians entered Lokkan. The citizens were hit hard by the sarin missles and many of them were dead or dying from the effects. Bodies littered the streets of the city and people wept over their dead loved ones. Lokkan had lost the vibrant life it has once relished and all that it had now was the scent of death.

As the Puritanians marched in, they could hear the guns....

The troops were caught off guard as they marched through the first suburbs because they expected only a few small pockets of weak resistance. After watching the first platoons being wiped out, the survivors took cover inside buildings and the advance was halted. Lieutenant Amanda Creutzfeldt found herself alone on the street after her platoon had disappeared into a home after abonding their burning tank. She followed them inside. "You idiots! This isn't the way to win battles! Get back out there and fight, or I'll have you executed for cowardice in front of the enemy!" One of the men handed her his bazooka with a smirk. "Lieutenant, as our commanding officer you're supposed to give us a good example. I suggest you go out there and show us how to take out heavily fortified positions without artillery support or tanks." Amanda was enraged by the man's behaviour, and so she beat him within an inch of his life, but still went outside alone and crawled towards the Communist positions. When she was close enough she threw the grenades she had at the Communists and fired the bazooka. She laughed when she saw a man fly up in the air and and getting smashed to the ground. She went back to the house where her platoon had taken cover with pride. "That's how you're supposed to do it, morons. Now get out there and move forward."

The platoon fought slowly from building to building. Every other unit in the city had also encountered problems and was advancing slowly or not at all. The divisions were stuck, and an artillery barrage was ordered.

As the Communists were being crushed in the city of Lokkan by the Puritanians, soldiers loyal to the Association of the Liberation of Soryanastan began to trickle into the city from behind in an attempt to suffocate the Communist soldiers and prevent them from retreating into the wilderness. The commander of the ALS soldiers was a one eyed soldier who had lost his right eye to a Communist bayonet during a skirmish. His first orders to his men to help the Puritanians with all their strength and to eradicate the enemy in Lokkan by any means they deemed necessary to achieve that end. The commander drove his jeep into the city streets while his men were firing artillery and charging deep into the breach. He bellowed out a great laugh while watching his men slaughter the Communists - noticing that citizens in Lokkan were trying to hide themselves or rise up in arms against the Communists with collaborators already being executed by outraged citizens. The ALS attack on Lokkan was tied with a campaign by the Soryana Confederation which was aimed at marching on Olyan. In the rest of Communist Soryanastan, people were losing faith in peace faster than ever before with the ongoing massacres and famines that were destroying the lives of millions.

It had been a bitter pill to swallow for Singhenov as he watched his generals report grim tidings to him about the war effort. Sure, the Cazelians were given a mighty dose of anti-aircraft fire but it wasn't known if they could be pushed back into the ocean. Singhenov felt outraged that the entire Revolution he constructed was falling apart into oblivion.

Not even his wife could bring him out of his miserable abyss. Not even his infant child's giggling could alleviate his depression. In his speech to the Party on the fall of more villages to the enemies of the Revolution, Singhenov declared that all soldiers and officers who surrender to the enemy will be considered traitors to the Revolution and then he ordered swift retribution for all deserters and emigres. They all had to die so that the Revolution would live. His wife was silent on the matter but, since she was always supporting him before, it was commonly assumed by many that she supported these new measures. As the conflict went on and on, the economy virtually collapsed into nothingness. Famines overtook much of the nation and there were allegations that the Party was using all the food for itself rather than for the starving masses. A group of orphans marched on a local town hall requesting aid but were brutally killed by Communist soldiers who fired on them. The lead commissar simply remarked: "They broke the law."

Were the Communists vainly holding on to false hopes?

After the artillery had done its job the attack rolled onwards. Loudspeaker were set up in the city and a political officer broadcasted a message from a captured radio station. "People of Soryanastan, turn against your Communist opressors. The Puritanian Imperial Armed Forces are here to help and to protect you. Help us destroy the Communist colossus for good and the Puritanian Empire will make sure your suffering has not been in vain. Anyone suspected of supporting the Communists will be taken to slavery. You have 1 hour to rise against your opressors."

Surrendering Communists were beaten senseless and those who kept fighting were killed. Amanda had found herself and 10 men to be the only ones left from her platoon. Her platoon had captured 13 Communists. She walked up to them, told them to kneel down and when they did, she shot them in the face one by one. The remaining men in the platoon all agreed that they hadn't in fact taken any prisoners if asked by a representative from the Ministry of Slavery as killing potential slaves was considered treason, and the punishment for treason was a slow, painful death.

The troops saw soldiers whose insignia they didn't recognize attack the Communists in the city and weren't sure if they were supposed to shoot at them or not. After arguing wether to shoot at the strange soldiers or not, entire streets and squares were ablaze after a napalm attack by the airforce.

After the artillery had done its job the attack rolled onwards. Loudspeaker were set up in the city and a political officer broadcasted a message from a captured radio station. "People of Soryanastan, turn against your Communist opressors. The Puritanian Imperial Armed Forces are here to help and to protect you. Help us destroy the Communist colossus for good and the Puritanian Empire will make sure your suffering has not been in vain. Anyone suspected of supporting the Communists will be taken to slavery. You have 1 hour to rise against your opressors."

Surrendering Communists were beaten senseless and those who kept fighting were killed. Amanda had found herself and 10 men to be the only ones left from her platoon. Her platoon had captured 13 Communists. She walked up to them, told them to kneel down and when they did, she shot them in the face one by one. The remaining men in the platoon all agreed that they hadn't in fact taken any prisoners if asked by a representative from the Ministry of Slavery as killing potential slaves was considered treason, and the punishment for treason was a slow, painful death.

The troops saw soldiers whose insignia they didn't recognize attack the Communists in the city and weren't sure if they were supposed to shoot at them or not. After arguing wether to shoot at the strange soldiers or not, entire streets and squares were ablaze after a napalm attack by the airforce.

One of the partisans who had accompanied the Puritanians smiled. "Those proud soldiers over there are of the armies of the Association of the Liberation of Soryanastan. Those men crave the blood of Communists. They're composed of former soldiers of the old government's armies, citizens who have lost families and homes, and so forth in that fashion. Don't go attacking them. Work with them! Also, do you really mean you'll enslave the citizens? That shouldn't be done, you know. For the sake of your campaign."

One of the partisans who had accompanied the Puritanians smiled. "Those proud soldiers over there are of the armies of the Association of the Liberation of Soryanastan. Those men crave the blood of Communists. They're composed of former soldiers of the old government's armies, citizens who have lost families and homes, and so forth in that fashion. Don't go attacking them. Work with them! Also, do you really mean you'll enslave the citizens? That shouldn't be done, you know. For the sake of your campaign."

"I suppose we'll have to work with them if they're the ALS since the Empress has declared her support for them. I don't know or care about the enslaving part, if the order comes I'll do it."

"Mmhmm," Vix murmured her consent, sliding up close to the commissionar. "Tie me up and," she licked her lips slowly, tail twisting around the human's legs, "throw away the key." She giggled and led him along to her room, shapely, firm rear swinging slightly as it pressed against her tight shorts. Once inside she showed him her locker of assistants and aides, motioning especially to a comparment full of whips, shackles and leather. "All you need right here," she whispered, tugging at her clothing, a plan already forming in her mind.

The commissar was the sort of man who didn't care much for the harlots because he viewed them as begging to be dominated just so they could make some cheap cash for themselves. As he watched Vix walk around in that seductive fashion of hers, he made it clear to himself that he was going to kill her after her services were completed. She was undoubtedly foreign, nothing more than a whore serving some rectionaries, and thus she had to be killed for the safety of the Revolution. He reached her and, with a grin, extended his hands to engulf her with a smile, holding her body to his own, his hands getting a feel of those parts he craved. While he seemed friendly at first, he knew that he had to get his plan going. He playfully shoved her upon a nearby wall with her back before his eyes and immediately went to work on this kitsune harlot he unexpectedly found. He was going to sleep with her roughly, borderline violence, before killing her and having his comrades dispose of the corpse. "Don't worry about a thing, girl. You'll be alright. Just relax and let me do all the work."

Once the "obstacles" were out of the picture, he began.


The Xiscapian agent scurried over to the doorway where the man stood, face lit up in delight. She threw her arms around him, pressing close, grinning ferally. "Of course I remember you," she whispered to him, "and you're right." They stepped into the house, door closing. "I'm not from around here, in fact you've probably never even heard of the nation that I come from. But that's not important now," her firey eyes gazed into his, "all that matters is that we're here together, now. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," she ran a finger from his chin over his chest and down to his belt, "and I don't even know your name."

Lephar was pretty amazed to see that he had made quite the impression on this kitsune woman but he wasn't really concerned about his safety despite the fact he'd be probably accused of harboring foreign spies and thus executed. After she finished talking to him, Lephar began. "My name is Lephar and I'm quite amazed to see you here, Mui, and I don't really mind that you're here as long as you don't cause any ruckus. We wouldn't want to attract unwanted attention."

Lephar played around with Mui's hair for a moment before he smiled. "You'll be able to stay here in my house for as long as you require - I don't mind harboring you because I....I suppose....that I can't stand the thought of you being brutally murdered by those Communist bastards. I know what they do to female prisoners. It's best if you never leave this house but, if you're up to it, I'm not responsible for what happens if you're captured. If you want, Mui, I'd be more than willing to get into the throes of passion with you. I've got to admit that it's pretty pleasurable to make love to a woman like you. If you want to, follow me to my bedroom. If not, make yourself at home."

Lephar smiled. "I'll protect you, Mui. Might as well. I'm the only one you can trust."

Vix felt this, the violence, and instantly she knew this wasn't standard operating procedure, as such things went. His hands were rough and pressing, not that of an overeager amateur, but of a sadistic man who enjoyed the pain he was causing, and would soon cause. She was pushed, almost a throw, into the opposite wall, face pressed against the dirty, splintered wood, and he held her there, working her shirt up over her head.

"Don't worry about a thing, girl. You'll be alright. Just relax and let me do all the work."

"Oh yeah?" She muttered as she felt her shorts fall around her ankles, his hands on her shoulders, ready to enter. "Supposedly you Communists are all about equality-"

She felt him brush her buttocks, about to force her legs open, and now the Xiscapian acted. Tensing, she did the only thing she could: Vix went down, throwing herself back from the wall as she did, head grinding into his crotch, sending the off balance commissioner crashing to the floor, tripped by his pants. In an instant she had grabbed a couple of handcuffs from the closet and, whirling around, locked his hands to the bedposts, the human lying eagle-spread, Vix straddling his chest, wearing nothing but tall black boots. "Shh, shh, shh," Her tail curled around and laid itself across his mouth, muffling his cry and sending fur into his mouth and nostrils. "Don't shout, hon, it'll only make things worse."

From a concealed ankle sheath she pulled out a dagger: It was a nice little blade, less than six inches long with a black, business-like hilt, good for a lady on a mission. The Communist's eyes widened at the sight, and she took her time in laying it across his throat, then glancing behind her with a condescending smile, amused that he had lost all appetite for sex. "Don't cry," she whispered, leaning close to him, legs firmly locked around his torso, edge drawing a little trickle of blood. "All I want," she licked her lips, "is information." Her tail lifted away.

In the next minute she listened carefully, not bothering to write anything down: It was dangerous to transcribe information to paper, and she could remember it all perfectly anyhow. She discovered, among other things, the location of a massive supplies depot outside the city. Fuel, arms, munitions, troops, food, vehicles: Everything in the sector was stored there, a mountain fortress heavily guarded by a legion of Communist soldiers. She smiled: It was a ripe, ripe target.

It was some time before he fell silent, eyes glaring balefully at her, frustrated by the restraining shackles. The kitsune nodded thoughtfully, twirled the knife, and plunged it into his abdomen, ripping across the flesh in a smooth motion. He screamed in pain and she brought her elbow in contact with his jaw, stunning the Communist, his yell dying in his throat, hilt of the dagger sticking up from his stomach. "Killing you was a sweeter pleasure than fucking you ever would have been," she hissed, standing as his eyes began to glaze. He would die within minutes: Too long for anyone to help him, if they even found him, but more than long enough for him to feel the agony as he loosened his internal fluids, organs and defecation though the hole, to die in the invisible filth he had clothed himself with in life with his actions. As the blood began to spread Vix dressed in his clothes, leaving the man naked from the waist down, chained to the bed with a blade in his stomach, gore spilling out onto the floor.
Nothing less than what he deserved.

Vix didn't bother to leave though the direct route; she climbed out the window and dropped into the alley below, the comforting weight of the stolen handgun in her belt reassuring her that she could perform the same justice on any rapist soldier who happened across her. She knew she had to get back to the docks, and the cargo ship, and ultimately Seno.
They had a base to destroy.

Elsewhere...

"Unwanted attention..." She chuckled, knowing she stood well out from everyone else. "I think I will need to stay here, at least until the Alversian troops stabilize things a bit. You've probably guessed I'm a spy, and you're right, but I've found that my mission has been growing less and less important since I met you. There's an attraction I can't begin to describe, I need you." She stood opposite him, a rueful smile on her face. "I never would have thought it would happen this way...but I can't deny it's happened. I want nothing more than to sleep with you, right now," she grasped his hand, fur against flesh, "talk can come later."

Official Response of the Fascist Federation

The Order has decided to directly intervene in the situation in Soryanastan. Clearly, we will be destroying the Communists in the nation, for they deserve nothing short of annihilation for their crimes. More than a Legion of our troops is inbound for Soryanastan. Resistance, as always, is futile. This is non-negotiable.

With Love, the Office of Foreign Affairs.

Somewhere near Magna Polis

The GWO Fleet had just set off after being loaded for what seemed like eternity for the men who had to do it. The fleet was mainly an Amphibious Invasion type, that is to say, not meant for hunting and sinking other fleets. However, it had more force than necessary to protect itself. It probably could actually sink a dedicated combat fleet, considering the GWO Navy's record. One of the more memorable ones was when a massive Armada of Ryouese ships attempted to attack a no-name GWO Province, going against a mere three ships (One aircraft carrier and two destroyers). When it was over, not a single GWO ship was sunk, but 20 Ryouese ships had been damned to the ocean floor. Of course, Marine Attack Boats played a major role in that victory.

The fleet revolved around a cluster of San Antonio Amphibious Assault Docks and Nimitz carriers. A decent supplement of Frigates, Cruisers, and Destroyers would serve as protection, with the combat aspect being led by a Fast Battleship.

((OOC: ORBAT coming later. Crappy post, I know.))

Heirate Mich (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdNShh9nXuc&feature=channel_page)

The solders of the 3rd MEU watched as their comrade's aircraft were plucked from the sky. They had already lost two MV-44As, and the gunships were not close enough to provide air support for the practically defenseless transports. All the aircraft had to rely on for defense was the three mounted grenade launchers that were already firing in the direction of the anti-aircraft.

1 Mile from drop zone
3rd Marine Expeditionary Unit

Norman watched as another transport went down, a direct hit to the cockpit from a missile. The entire aircraft burst into flames as men who had been set on fire jumped from the aircraft to their deaths.
"Fuck! We need support!" Norman screamed. Officer Whyte turned to face him.
"Were twenty seconds from the drop zone! Keep it together!" Whyte barked in his thick Scottish accent "The gunships are on the way, we'll have support once we hit the ground!"
Suddenly an anti-aircraft round passed through the floorboards of the cargo ramp where the gunner was sitting. The poor man was torn in half horizontally and let out a bloodcurdling scream as his innards were ripped apart. What was left of him was sucked out of the aircraft, leaving a trail of blood and gore. Recruit Leidermann gagged and vomited inside his mask just as he removed it. Whyte snatched it from him and tossed it out of the aircraft.

"We'll get you a new one once this is over, recruit. But I swear you'll be seeing more of this..." Whyte sighed loudly. He turned around and walked back towards the cockpit.
"Pilot! When do we go?" He asked
"Five!" the pilot replied. Whyte swiveled around "Open the doors! We're rappeling once the pilot sets us in vertical!"
The soldiers in the aircraft got up and walked to the nearest exit, forming three single file lines, one for each door.

Next to the exits were long piles of rope attached the now hovering MV-44A. Each squad Sergeant kneeled down next to their door's rope and let it down to the ground. Norman was a member of Whyte's squad, and was about in the middle of the line. He could hear small pings along the aircraft and knew it was small arms fire. Just as the man in front of him was about to rope down he was hit by a bullet and lost his balance. Norman moved up and looked down just in time to see the man's skull break open.

"Private, get a move on!" Whyte yelled, gesturing for him to rope to the ground. He nodded and grabbed the rope sliding down like he had done in boot camp. As soon as he touched the ground he bolted for the nearest cover; which happened to be a fallen tree. He ran as fast as he could to the cover with his rifle slung over his shoulder and dived behind it. He grabed his rifle with haste and chambered a round. He pulled it over his head and fired three shots. He stopped firing when he noticed Whyte land with two other men.
"Colonel Whyte! Over here!" He yelled. Whyte noticed him and ran over, nearly being hit twice. One of the other mens head exploded as a round passed through his helmet and skull. The second man made it to cover alive.
"Who in heaven's name are you?" Norman asked the man.
"Recruit John Harolds, first company, second squad, third MEU, Sir!" He replied. "Second squad, are you shitting me, we're from seventh squad, where are the rest of your comrades?" Asked Whyte.
"Dead or dying. I'm all that's left, Sir." Recruit Harolds answered.
"Enough with the 'sir' bollocks, its starting to piss me off." Whyte said rather quickly.
"What are our orders?" Norman asked Whyte.

Whyte raised himself above the log and fired off six shots in rapid succession before returning to cover.
"We'll wait until the gunships arrive and deal with the big targets, and we'll clean up what's left."
"Sounds like good plan to me." Norman said as he peeked his head over the top of the log. Fortunately he noticed the machine gun nest turning towards him.
"FUCK!" He screamed, ducking down as a hail of bullets passed through the air where his head had been a second earlier.
"Holy fuck, that was close!" Norman breathed heavily.

"Maasai One to Seventh Squad, do you read, over?"
Whyte pulled his radio out of his coat pocket.
"This is seventh squad we read you loud and clear, begin your operation, over."
"Affirmative, incoming bombardment, over." and with that the crews of the fifteen AV-44 gunships unleashed their payloads of 105mm, 40mm and 20mm shells on the NSF's fortifications.

OOC: Replies to all recently made posts will be coming later today - I suggest possible co-operation between foreign powers and Soryana partisans. ;)

An emergency meeting had to be convened by the Party in Olyan after word of the declaration of war from the Grand World Order had reached the leaders of the Soryana Revolution with Singhenov still defying calls from the foreign leaders to end his reign of terror over the masses - no, he told them, he would fight to his last breath in defense of the Revolution. It was his goal in life, he would tell his associates, to secure the ultimate victory of the Revolution in Soryanastan. His wife was always there to support him whenever he lectured them on this subject during Party meetings. In the span of several weeks, the Revolutionary forces were being routed all over Soryanastan with Singhenov ordering mass purges of those individuals he deemed to be intentionally failing the Revolution. The Revolution, he said, demanded nothing more than total and complete obedience and devotion. When the purges were finished and new ones were ordered, the local commissars were fearing for their own lives for the first time - they knew that soon there could be nothing left to have purged and some Communists defected after coming to believe that Singhenov was becoming paranoid and mentally deranged. As the Cazelians began to attack Soryana positions, the Communists went on a violent frenzy against them with hordes of soldiers pouring down upon them no matter how many men were lost in the human waves assaults. The makeshift Soryana Navy charged at the ships of the Grand World Order in what could have been deemed as one massive suicide attack while developments took place in Lynion.

Pero Lamin had organized an army of Soryana refugees into a heavily armed and well trained fighting force which he hoped would secure the liberation of Soryanastan. It was his intention to pave the way for the restoration of the Constitutional Monarchy in the eyes of his associates. Zamenov gave him authority to lead an invasion of Soryanastan while Queen Janata idly watched the men march towards the designated ports with no emotion at all. She was to stay in Lynion with Zamenov until it was safe enough for her to return to her beloved homeland. As Lamin marched and Zamenov talked with his comrades, Janata sat in her room while writing down the events of the day in her journal which she acquired when she was only ten. She wrote how she hoped the conflict would end and how she was unable to move on from her parents' death.

While the harlots at the local brothel discovered the corpse of the commissar and while the companions of the said commissar ended up going all rabid as they began to scour the city for the culprit, Lephar had been listening to Mui's petitions and smiled quite a bit. It wasn't like him to be living the scenarios presented in those shitty romance novels one could find in a local supermarket and nothing but urges to indulge in passion with Mui again filled his mind. Mui was presenting herself to him and he ought to take her and do as he wilt. Instead of talking to her about how Alversians weren't in town, Lephar drew her in for a tender kiss while his hands went all over the furry flesh and, soon enough, they withdrew into his bedroom for some nightly fun.

It turned out that there was unpleasant developments for Leslie back in Olyan. There hadn't been any sign of James because he had unfortunately been arrested by the local commissars who, Nymira knew, would never release him but keep him around as an enslaved foreign laborer who would be set free through very painful work if set free at all. Nymira went up to Leslie's room and gave her the news in a soft tone before holding her tightly while the tears fell onto her clothes. They spent the night together with love for each other in their hearts and hope for James' return in their minds.

The Association for the Liberation of Soryanastan continued on its crusade towards Olyan along with plenty of other partisan groups of various sizes. Each of them had the same goal but different ways of reaching it and differences concerning how a liberated Soryanastan should look. While the ALS was fully committed to the creation of a Fascist Soryanastan, there were other groups who wanted a return to the constitutional monarchism of old and the individual monarchists who believed a return to the pre-democratic absolutism of centuries past would provide the necessary stability for Soryanastan. Lamin's soldiers eventually landed and were able to storm Communist defences while people cheered violently for them. Yes, the people were dying for a return to the old days. In his first address to the masses of a coastal city he had seized, Lamin explained his mission: "I am here to do nothing more but to smash the tyrants who have been oppressing you. Brothers and sisters, it is essential that we stand united against the Communist hordes who continue to threaten liberty and freedom."

Ravana would have been very bored in Sevestres had it not been for the prescence of the Alversian woman she deeply loved. With all the nights spent in a sweet embrace with Katie Miller, Ravana Charka grew content with waiting for the conflict to end - seeing the people of Sevestres enjoying life once again despite the intense rationing of food and other necessities. Kyrad Ludokrin was still in command in the city's government and could be seen helping his citizens in any way he could. Sure, he wasn't going to be leader after liberation was secured, but at least he could provide some form of responsible politics to the masses. Ludokrin sent a letter to the Alversians in which he said: "It is something pleasurable to remind myself of the sacrifices paid by Alversian soldiers in support of the cause of freedom in Sevestres and, in general, our beloved homeland. The people of Sevestres are indebted to the Alversian nation for its support and we hope for nothing more than a cordial friendship in the upcoming years."

Despite what seemed to be the revival of the old days across Soryanastan, there was still much blood in the earth and corpses scattered in the villages and towns. In one particular massacre which the Communists orchestrated, an entire village had been nearly wiped out with only a few people surviving to tell whoever came to liberate them about the horrors they endured. Hundreds lived, hundreds died, and no one knew why both Man and Heaven had forsaken them. Was it possible to know?

((OOC: ORBAT, Naval, not including Logistics or aircraft-

x15 San Antonio Amphibious Transport Docks
x3 Nimitz Carriers
x1 Gerald R. Ford Carrier
x20 Frigates
x15 Cruisers
x15 T-212 Submarines
x12 Destroyers (Multi-purpose)
x1 Battlecruiser
x1 Battleship
x5 Order(America)-class Amphibious Assault Ships
x800 Marine Attack Boats))


Soryanastan Waters

The outer ring of the fleet was the defensive one, with most of the "Combat" ships there. Logic would place them there.

When the makeshift navy started to approach, many sailors mistook it for a Cuba-esque refuge fleet, but the weapons fire coming from them immediately suggested they were Communists. The MABs quickly detached from their motherships and headed out, unleashing hails of .50BMG Depleted Uranium and Incendiary rounds into the attacking vessels, while bore-sighted torpedoes were flying forward with a hiss. The combat ships were using their CIWS systems on any of the vessels that came within range, while AH-64s were launching off the decks of the Order-class ships and Nimitz carriers.

Rear Admiral Yeats watched the Communist suicide charge with a look showing a mix of uninterest with satisfaction. Of course, most of the Marines manning the smaller arms on the ships were very interested.

Juggernought Armada
3 Hours since they left Lynion
10 Hours before the landings

Vamperial Headmaster Rommel was onboard the flagship Heavy Assault Cruiser Widow Maker when the report had come through. Rommel had being given command of a large navy that was ordered to escort the transport carriers. The transport carriers had 3 Lynion Combined Field Armies and the newly formed Soryanastan Fighting Force. Rommel was one to question the orders about their allies but realised that they wanted their homeland back.

"We're about 6 hours out sir," briefed the captain as Admiral Kennedy joined Rommel.

"Very good captain," replied Rommel as Kennedy took out a map of the coastal area.

"We got some intel from our Spec Ops that we found an enemy controlled port that's in Communist hands," started Tzu as he drew a red circle around a port that didn't have a name on it. "Our troops will land south of the port and attack the port while our navy and air force begin the assault,"

"Let's go over the details..." briefed Rommel.

On the ground...

The LBA's sighted the port after seeing it from a distance and reported it back to the navy as a possible landing site with a purposed landing for the ground forces. However, the navy was still a good 10 hours out from their current location and with no contact with resistance fighters, it seemed they were going to have to stage an assault against the port to lighten the load of the landing forces. The group splited up and decided to sneek about the area and record anything against the port from entries to weapon emplacements. This would take awhile and they needed at least 4 hours to conduct the assault.

Estate of the Government in Exile

Zhuge had seen the warships leave three hours ago. He contiuned his watch in the front of the door as the Imperial Guardians made their rounds around the estate. Tai returned to Zhuge and relieved the Imperial Guardian's post while the thought of assassination was drifting through their mind.

Empress Dora I wasn't going to support the constitutional monarchists despite the Imperial Senate's wishes. She had gathered the senate from governors from the provinces of the Empire after her father's death, but only to deal with trivial things; the real power remained in the halls of the Imperial Palace, as it had always been and always would be. She sent material aid to the ALS, mainly out dated weapons and tanks.

In Lokkan, the battle continued. The air force continued bombing Communist occupied districts with little concern for the civilian population, targeting every building that was still standing. Admiral Eriksson, still in his office on the flagship of his fleet, the Totenkopf, was in a video conference with his generals on land. "What is taking you so long? I expected results sooner." His generals were nervous and tucker their collars. Admiral Eriksson wasn't known for his patience. "Sir, we've been given the most pathetic men in the Imperial Armed Forces. We need reinforcements, real men this time." Eriksson granted the generals' wishes and sent more troops to Lokkan. However, if the city hadn't been taken in 24 hours after the reinforcements' arrival, the generals would soon find themselves mining uranium for the rest of their lives.

Gas masks were handed out to civilians in the Puritanian occupied districts and soldiers were ordered to wear their masks as well. More sarin missiles were fired into the city. Amanda and her platoon, now at full strength again, were inside a morgue to escape the heat from the napalm fires raging in the city. The men looked outside and saw the missiles. "Damn those chemical weapons regiments... They're going to kill everyone! There won't be anyone left to work in the brothels. Those idiots in the supply companies need to get off their asses and get us our new tanks so we can finally end the battle."

OOC: Sorry to all for being away, I have had one hell of a hectic week. Anyhow, I think it's best to retcon my entire involvement in this thread, due to something important that is going to happen to all SRPA troops, and therefore to preserve their...anonymity...I must get them away from all foreign forces.

OOC: Why not let them work with Lynion Military?

OOC: Why not let them work with Lynion Military?

OOC: Because of what's going to happen, it would ruin their whole "secrecy" thing. Even you with your werewolves and vampires would not want these freaks going apeshit on you. Oops, said too much...

OOC: Good point.

Janata looked upon the day that Lamin had ventured into Soryanastan with a feeling that it could either end for him in total and complete success or a humilitating defeat that could end up killing him and, with him, the cause of the Constitutional Monarchy which was depending on Lamin to secure the path to its restoration. As she watched him board the Lynionese flagship he had graciously been given, she wondered if she would ever see him again. At only fourteen, her birthday was celebrated in the emigre communities, the Queen of Soryanastan knew what war meant to him. She knew things that most children weren't really supposed to know about the world, those things only adults would have known, those things which terrorized and destroyed.

As the ships had set sail towards their destination, the Queen returned to her chambers within the headquarters of the Government in Exile and looked once again at the pictures of her parents within the two sides of the locket she wore around her neck. Her stern but loving father on one side of the heart while her compassionate and sophisticated mother was on the other side; both united in love for each other and for their precious child who, the legends will have it recorded, was shoved down a laundry chute by a maid who was brutally murdered for saving Janata from what she knew would have been her death. The Communists were nothing more than government sanctioned serial killers in the words of one anonymous journalist, Janata recalled this way of thinking from when she dined with Zamenov one night rather than with Zhuge who she felt was a pretty nice person to be friends with. Taking out her journal, she flipped to an empty page in the book and proceeded to write down the days' events. Reminisced about Lamin. Talked with Zamenov about the ultimate victory of freedom. Walked in the gardens. Wished for parents to return to life. Recognized, lastly, the futility of that.

She closed the book and overheard footsteps walking past her chambers, instantly recognizing them as members of the Government in Exile, instantly reminded of how determined they were to regain control. They could not understand why the masses would have abandoned freedom for tyranny and democracy for bullshit but, then again, perhaps it was like the saying went. People are like clay and you can mould them into whatever you want. Yes, you could mould them. Into killers. Backbiters. Saints. Sinners. Monsters. Slaves.

Asylov visited Janata's chambers during the night to see if she was alright. She had only been wearing her favorite frilled nightgown of purple and hadn't been that eager to talk with anyone following what seemed to be another reminder about how she was stuck in Lynion. She didn't hate Lynion but was so damn homesick. "Lamin should do well, Janata. You must trust him."

Janata wasn't looking back at the man who was in charge of protecting her - she had been looking out the window to see the stars around the illuminated orb in the pitch black skies, remembering all those nights her father would explain the significance of the heavenly lights, how her mother jested that the stars were the lanterns of angels. "I don't know if I can trust him fully, Asylov, but I give him fifty percent."

Asylov smirked but did not feel like questioning her much about her reasons for such an arrangement. He knew that she had been now graced with the knowledge that warfare was never just a show of heroism, no, it was when the worlds of demons and humans merged for a period of time and, during so, they would fill the air with the stench of blood. Ruby red water pours down the streets and screams surge forth from the trenches. Asylov put his rugged hand on her shoulder and smiled. "Have faith in Lamin and his men."

Janata sighed. What if they failed? Why did Asylov and the others not seem to see the possibility that he could fail them? Lamin could be forced back into the ocean, the foreigners may backstab Soryanastan, the horrors of war could keep on going and going for many years....why didn't anyone understand what she knew? Why didn't they care? Why didn't anyone understand?

She snuck out of her bedroom and walked down the halls of the mansion with her hand fondling the heart shaped locket she kept on wearing around her neck, uttering some words in the Soryana language, wondering if she'd be caught by the Lynionese men ordained to guard her alongside her Royal Guardsmen. She didn't know how the Communists were being routed in Lokkan and how the city basically surrendered to the Puritanians and the ALS, she didn't know how the Communists had slaughtered over a thousand people in a single day and how the corpses were scattered around with no one caring about burying them. She didn't suspect someone would try to kill her and bring about the total collapse of the Royal Family of Soryanastan. When she noticed guards on the move, she hid herself well. She wanted to go outside and contemplate with Nature.

When she reached the frontal gardens of the mansion, Janata fell on her knees and looked up to the illuminated skies that were looming over her head. The emotions that she had spent many days restraining within were resurging and she knew this as tears began to fall from her eyes, her hands were shaking, and visions of the chaos were appearing before her as if she was transported back in time, back into the jaws of Hell. She wept, she lamented, and she did so much of this that, when the sun finally rose to its position, you could see the Queen of Soryanastan, Janata of the House of Kaurov, sleeping outside - she didn't mean to put herself in danger....didn't they know how she admired the poets and philosophers who sought to contemplate the world with only Nature around them?

Bypassing what you have probably always assumed was the total obliteration of the remnants of a heavily undermanned Communist Navy at the hands of the Grand World Order's soldiers, the Communists in Lokkan chose to kill themselves rather than surrender although a few did surrender only to be killed off by their enemies or by citizens who wanted their blood. Some citizens were outraged by the use of sarin but what could they do? Puritanians. They were a pretty Spartan race. Returning back to the shores, Communist defences were fully mobilized. If the GWO wanted in, they'd have to break each and every one of the Communist defences.

There had always been the scent of blood in the air over Olyan even though the capital hadn't seen any bloodshed since the Great Siege when the Communists charged at what remained of the Armed Forces and the pre-Communist Police Forces. Yes, Olyan was seemingly untainted by Man's bloodlust and, yes, there were still killings in Olyan but those were never talked about much. Enemies of the Revolution. Once they die, they're never talked about again. Espar Singhenov looked at the crib where his infant child, Nelanna, had been sleeping soundly while his beloved wife slept in a chair stationed right next to the crib. He smiled and loved the sight. People would never understand why Singhenov could allow thousands of children to suffer while only one, his own, recieved any love and attention from him. Nelenna, his only child, she was going to be an inheritor of the Revolution's success once the foreigners were routed, yes, he fully believed they would be routed.

One of Singhenov's most ardent associates was the man the others called The One Who Always Listens. This man, Apatov, was always listening to what Singhenov wanted him to do for him and always listening to Singhenov's apparently philosophical glorifications of the Revolution. Apatov was with Singhenov that night and, as they walked down the halls, Apatov confessed his desire for reform. "We must do something to change the situation. Your current course of action is going to destroy the Revolution."

Singhenov smirked. "The Revolution can only be completed when it is soaked in the blood of our enemies - it is nothing more than a mere necessity that anyone who opposes us should be annihilated without relent. The masses will thank us."

Apatov sighed. "What about those children? Thousands of children lie dead in the streets after what our men have done to them....." Singhenov cut him off there with a wave of his hand. "You must understand, Apatov, that those children were simply future rebels anyway - at least they could have been. Why bother with awaiting the possibility that they could be? Let them die and, in the end, we'll raise up a new generation."

Apatov couldn't believe this. He had always been a devoted Communist but he could never accept this state sponsored murder, no, he wanted workers' councils to rule or at least something else other than this, this Marxism-Singhenovism. The two broke apart after a while and Apatov immediately went to his wife and children to tell them that he desired to leave Soryanastan immediately - they were willing to cooperate with them. They snuck into the city of Sevestres and found their way to the Alversian commanders. Apatov spoke: "Commanders, I am Apatov, one of the leaders of the National Salvation Front. I hereby request asylum with you on the basis that I am unconditionally defecting from the aforementioned group for I cannot accept any longer how the group is bringing our nation into an inescapable Hell. I understand that you may not trust me. If the National Salvation Front is toppled, I hereby unconditionally declare I shall testify against my former comrades including Espar Singhenov at any war crimes trial."

The Commander in charge of the Alversian Occupation Forces was standing in his Headquarters, a School towards the suburbs of the city. It was from here that he was commanding the Guards 2nd Rifles as they engaged Communist Resistance in the area. A part of the school had been blown away by a mortar round fired from the Communist positions. At the moment that the Communist Defector tried to speak, an Alversian Nakil tank fired it's main gun, the echo of the explosion racing through the HQ filled with Radio Operators and Commanding Officers.
The General looked over the Communist and nodded, talking over the rattle of automatic fire and the cracks of single shot assualt rifles
"If you must," he stated, "For a start, you can tell me how many Communists are in this Suburb..." he pointed into the distane where smoke rose from a fire somewhere and Alversian Infantry, combined with APCS, jogged past to join the battle.

((OOC: Air ORBAT: NOTE: More aircraft will arrive after the GWO captures an airfield, including Strategic Bomber aircraft.
-130 F-22Ns
-125 F-35s
-25 F-23Ns (Advanced Pilots)
-25 EA-18G Growlers
-10 Hippopotamus Superheavy Helicopters
-40 Chinook Cargo Helicopters
-20 CH-53 Sea Stallions
-100 AH-64 Apache Longbows
-25 UH-64 Blackhawks (Mainly MEDEVAC)
-40 RAH-66 Commanche Reconnaissance/Attack Helicopters))

Off the coast of Soryanastan

"Well, that's that," calmly stated a GWO Marine standing on the back deck of an MAB. He was leaning over the edge with his Kukri machete drawn, making sure the Communist bodies passing the boat were completely dead. MABs were scouring the waters for any floating Marines who might have fallen off their boat or survived a recoilless rifle shot or rocket. Meanwhile, the fleet was steaming forward, using satellite data to map out Communist defenses. Several MABs had been blown to bits during the battle, and a couple of Frigates had suffered damage, but it wasn't anything the Engineers couldn't handle.

The fleet had parked itself just out of range of most shore-launched AShMs, and the T-212 submarines prowled forward in wolf packs to make sure Communist vessels wouldn't bother the amphibious attack. Then the Growlers headed forward, escorted by F-22Ns and F-23s. The Growlers would get to work on jamming Communist communications and detection systems, as well as any missiles they might launch as the landing force moves forward. After the planes had begun operating, the fleet moved forward for an easier landing. However, that wouldn't come first. First, the ships began using satellite data to pick out important structures to the Communist shore defense. These would be targeted by cruise missiles of various designs, and in some cases, a bit of bombardment from the few actual cannons aboard the "Combat" ships. The F-35s were starting to take off, ready to drop 2,000-pound JDAMs on specified targets. All the while, Marines were boarding their Expeditionary Fighting Vehicles and LCU-2000s, a few of which were carrying Divine Tiger MHBTs.

The helicopter force's turn was coming. RAH-66 Commanches headed for the shore, utilizing their stealth technology to make themselves that much harder to detect (Though, if the EA-18Gs were doing their job right, detection wouldn't be an issue) while the AH-64s waited by the ships to do "Aerial Cavalry Charges" against certain targets picked out by the RAH-66s. MABs began to detach from their ships, patrolling the areas where the Landing Craft would have to pass through.

If all went well, the Landing Force would be next.

Admiral Eriksson moved his HQ to Lokkan's city hall, ignoring all protests. He ordered the 3 divisions to gather at the square in front of the city hall, and the sight was overwhelming; 30 000 soldiers standing attention in front of their commander. Eriksson spoke only briefly. "I'm sure you think you won this battle. You didn't. It was the CW regiments who forced this city to surrender when you idiots were hiding or looting. Next time you will win, or the Empire will have 30 000 more slaves."

In the city, Puritanian soldiers were running into the ALS troops. The men were suspicious about them at first. No one understood their language, but they seemed harmless. The ALS soldiers were invited to share food and stolen booze.

The state of the Soryana Revolution looked quite grim in the eyes of certain individuals in the Party who had only survived the multitude of purges because their dissent had not yet been discovered. They had already been told of Apotov's honorable retirement and looked to see the Father of the Revolution seemingly unplagued with concern. It seemed like Singhenov was going to fight to the very end without any care for others in his command. There was nothing that could concern him. The famines that wiped out villages, the mass murder of citizens which would constitute genocide, the unwavering fanaticism of his soldiers charging blindly at all the foreign invaders and everything else between meant nothing to him. They were but sacrifices on the altar of the Revolution and their blood would be the fuel of the people's ultimate liberation. He was not even willing to conceal this belief of his from the eyes of the Party associates who supported him to save their own skins while citizens were being butchered like animals in the streets. They didn't know about an officer known simply as The Terror who had been responsible for the brutal murder of seventy children since the conflict began. The Terror was a sexual deviant who avoided punishment because he was one of the most ardent loyalists in the Communist Army - if you could even call it one nowadays - and no one was going to say anything about him. Singhenov didn't seem to care when the rumors about his work came to him.

During one of the usual speeches that Singhenov had in Olyan, The Terror was scouring the villages still under Communist rule for fresh victims to indoctrinate with propaganda. He found those victims in the village branches of the Young Pioneers and other similar organizations. When he was once opposed by a family who refused to hand over their only child, a pretty girl of thirteen, their entire village was razed to the ground and nothing was left. The girl, and her family, were hung in the trees and only taken down by sympathetic Communists who then defected and went into hiding.

The surrender of Lokkan helped to widen the inglorious wound on Soryanastan's side and spark violent debates in Olyan concerning the ultimate fate of their faction. It was a terrible blow to the war effort which seemed irrevocable to the few men with common sense within the Party - those men and women who knew victory could never be attained - those people who never spoke up because they would have been emotionlessly killed if they did. As soldiers of the Fascists dined with the Puritanians while the Communists were going to make one great stand against the men of the Grand World Order, Apotov explained to Alversian commanders that no Communists remained in Sevestres. There were no men left for any counterattacks and so on at their disposal.

Lamin's men were attacking from the northwest and marching steadily towards Olyan with messages sent to all foreign armies and the ALS asking a simple message: "Help us attack Olyan."

Would they?

OOC: This conflict will be ending around this weekend or sometime next week.

On the ground in Soryanastan
Near a Communist Controlled Port
2145 Hours

The two teams of Black Assassin's moved quietly and steathly through the plains as they came towards a port town that was under Communist control. Time was running out as at exactly 0345 Hours, the navy was going to be preparing to land and at 0400 Hours, the landings would start under the cover of night. They signalled the position of the port back to the Lynion Fleet as they stay hidden until orders came back.

Inbound to Soryanastan
International Waters
2200 Hours

The Lynion Armada and a fleet moved through the waters. The fleet consistted 500,000 Lynion Ground Forces and the Soryanastan army that was rallied together. Aboard the flagship Widow Maker, a Heavy Lynion Assault Aerial Cruiser, two commanders were in a briefing room looking at the maps of Soryanastan on a holographic map. They were interrupted as a signal came through stating a communist controlled port could be taken.

"What do you think?" Vamperial Headmaster Rommel asked Vamperial Admiral Kennedy.

"We can use the cruisers to start the barrage and have the transport ships begin the landings once the AA positions have being taken," suggested Kennedy. "Have the aircraft begin the assault at 0100 Hours and the landings should finish by 0300 Hours at the latest. We'll use brute force and tatic's to outsmart the enemy," concluded Kennedy. The armada was still in international waters as the Black Assassin's were preparing for the fight to begin.

At the Estate
Lynion Islands, Lynx Island
Midnight

Zhuge and Tai had followed the girl through the estate while hidding in the shadows of darkness. Tai was on the ceiling and flanked Zhuge's approach without him knowing what was happening. Zhuge eventually snuck up behind the girl without her realising it and planted his hand on her shoulders.

"What are you doing out here this late at night?" Zhuge asked firmly.

Inbound to Soryanastan
International Waters
0100 Hours

The soft hum of the engines went silent as the warships drifted towards the harbour. Hunter's, Dingo's and Seekers took off from the decks of the carriers and headed towards the port town. With no lights on and high above radar, the aircraft silently drifted through the night sky. The Dingo's were the first to drop onto radar. A number of Hunter's followed their lead as they found a military target and without warning, dropped the high explosive bombs and missiles onto the military target. It looked to be of communication value as the Lynion's had finally made themselves known to the Communist. Had anyone on the ground had bothered to look out to sea, they would see the muzzle flash of cannon and artillery pieces on the sea and in the sky barrage military targets.

"What are you doing out here this late at night?" Zhuge asked firmly.

There had hardly been any Communist mobilization against the attacking forces of Lynion since there were hardly any men to draw defenders from and not even one grand campaign of mass forced conscription alleviated this one major problem. There had simply been no men left except the sporadic Red Bands that charged at the enemy attackers only to be decimated to the point that not one single member of an individual Red Band remained. Janata hadn't known about any of this as she walked back to her room without saying a single word to Zhuge. She was paralyzed by the entrenched memories of her parents. She headed back to her room while new events were taking place all over Soryanastan.

One of those events had been the rise of partisan manufactured documentations of the atrocities of the Communists which were immediately shown to the foreigners and to anyone else who were interested in them. It was possible to find a foreign soldier reading about the massacre in which ten people out of an original (bit over) a thousand citizens alone escaped death and how the famines were provoking people to turn to cannibalism. There was no economic development. Everything was shut down. The lack of workers caused this problem. The workers who once worked at the factories were forcefully conscripted to join the Revolution. The teachers who taught children were conscripted. Children populated the cities along with elderly people and those adults fortunate enough to avoid conscription.

Communist leaders were gradually defecting to the foreigners and promised them the utmost support and cooperation in exchange for total and uncondititional immunity from any future war crimes trials. The Terror was named Singhenov's heir while the Father of the Revolution sent his only child to a secret safehouse in the countryside where she would never be found. Nelenna Singhenov would never see her fanatically Communist parents ever again.

Kavaze was one of the best known tourist destinations in Soryanastan with its chief attractions being those buildings named in the honor of the poet Kavaze who was born there during the seventeeth century and whose name was soon replaced all over town by Marx. Yes, the town was now called Marx. It was on one of the roads leading to Olyan and was the sight of a murder so horrendous that it sparked riots all over town and the immediate area. There was a blind girl named Andra who had always loved the outdoors and who had been walking down the street with her cane when she was harassed by a Communist officer who actually was a sex offender - one of many absolved of their sins in exchange for service to the Revolution.

Failing to get her attention in a fashion that he wanted, the officer eventually ambushed the blind girl and killed her before dumping her corpse in what he assumed wasn't going to be checked out by the police who largely served the Communists. Partisans discovered the corpse and reported it to inside networks in Kavaze and area and, despire the mass protests, the Party refused to agree or disagree on punishing the culprit....

OOC: Glorified bump.

Sappho's Paradise; Olyan, Soryanastan

The past few days had been, as far as Leslie-Bernadette Velnusche was concerned... simply jaw-dropping. She'd met the woman of her dreams somehow, or at least Nymira looked more like that than any other Leslie had yet gotten involved with; she'd lost a reporter (and seriously needed him or at least his camera back if she was going to have much beyond her interviews with the girls here to work with for her writing she pecked at intermittently) and gained both a lover and a new place she'd visit as often as could, assuming she ever went home to Wagdog to begin with; she'd found herself in a land arguably as lethal as attractive and word of the Puritanian advance and its' atrocities couldn't help but find its' way to her eventually by way of the other girls actually employed here. As if the Communists weren't enough on their own, their half-brethren the fascists of the world have to crash the party and add their bodies to the pile as well...

Several nasty shouting matches with a few Wagdian National Party coworkers of hers, over the years since the party's legalization, had dimmed her opinion of fascism quite severely; that and, of course, the earlier years of her education during the 'United Socialist States' period in her nation's history when anti-fascism was a common if not overly-drilled theme present in the curriculum. Said coworkers had somehow always either found her orientation out or else somehow guessed it luckily (for them) on a lark, and though homophobia-as-such wasn't an official part of the WNP platform, the idea that Stewardess Friedrich's government somehow catered excessively to the LGBT and other non-traditional communities' interests was indeed part of the WNP official statements' canon. To the more vocal of her detractors, Leslie had been, "A stain on the blood and honor of the Atrean race that founded this great land; a sexual traitor and degenerate no better than that harlot in the Palace who doubtless passes state secrets as readily as her own to all and sundry, and thus equally deserving of being tossed out from our midst whether by ballot or bullet once the people awaken from their perfumed stupor!" Fortunately for Leslie, slander laws were very liberal in the Revolutionary Commonwealth now, and she'd gotten the better of those among her coworkers who'd crossed the line in court no less than twice now in modest settlments once her attorneys had hoisted the slanderers by their own petard in due time.

That touched on a raw nerve, however; something one of Leslie's longtime sources in the Defense Department had hinted at just prior to her coming here. Something she'd not gotten the details of; at least, not that she noticed anyway, but some sort of juicy scandal that went straight to the top. That is, up to the Joint Chiefs at least and possibly even the Defense Secretary and JCS Chair, Field Marshal Eileen Millenhaus, and Her Excellency Stewardess of the Revolution Christine Friedrich both. Please God let nobody rifle through my e-mails just yet! Leslie didn't pray often, but about this? Oh yes she prayed. State Secrets laws had opened up still more than in the past in Wagdog but one could still get busted if one stuck their nose too deeply into certain things; Leslie had respected this source being careful, but she'd been ordered off to Soryanastan without even so much time as to get him more than a vague word to hold on anything. And that was what concerned her here; simply, the not-too-coincidental timing with her source's initial word of the scandal and her being assigned here with James on this errand gone-to-Hell.

Was she already being monitored; or that is, was her source being monitored and had suspicion expanded to include her? Committee of Public Safety were out in the open generally, an improvement on the days of the separate but equally-below-radar Interior Bureau of Investigation and State Security Agency for domestic and foreign security work respectively; but its' powers were now arguably greater under its' unified framework and directly-subordinate position to Her Excellency's office itself. CPS' accountability was greater too than in the outright secret-police days, not least to the court system; which was indeed constitutionally and practically capable of telling the Committee and its' sponsor what to do with themselves when one of thir agents went afoul enough for charges to be brought. To secure this compromise state of affairs, of anywhere in the Wagdian government the hardcore communists were naturally purged the most from the intelligence-and-security offices once the coup attempt of seven years back had gone belly-up; no sense allowing more wild canines into the henhouse than could be helped in the process of guarding it, now was there?

But the Committee's power, when it brought that to bear against someone validly a suspect under legal proceedings begun, was quite considerable all the same; informants and deputies and gendarmerie of both land and air including just what was known about its' capabilities much less the deep-black-juju ones suspected as well even if with substantial certainty in the suspicion. Leslie again simply prayed that she was imagining most of this being aimed against her, part of a learned paranoia she'd developed over the years of dealing with what and who she was in as traditional a community as she'd been born in. She prayed that her files were still sacrosanct, waiting for her return to process her source's information so nobody had to betray anyone but the truth could out all the same.

Decided, Leslie went to find Nymira again. She needed to find out, discreetly, whom among the girls might know where James was supposedly enslaved; the NSF's operatives here were easy bait and with the house collapsing around them they just had to be squealing like sows by now. All she needed was a where, even word thereof; then the greater problems of "what?' and "how?" familiar to any journalist could be solved. Hopefully, solved while James was still alive rather than behind fascist lines or any of a number of worse fates that multiplied exponentially the more Leslie belabored thinking about them.

Lokkan was left with one division as a garrison, while the other two continued as the spearhead of the Puritanian campaign, and Admiral Eriksson stayd in the city hall. After a brief battle in a village not far from Lokkan, Amanda's platoon was checking out the village's buildings for any survivors. They found only one survivor, but they figured the survivor was worth more than civilians or regular soldiers; a comissar. The man was going to kill himself, but a shot to his knee prevented him from firing his gun. The soldiers poked him with their bayonets before dragging him into a basement where slaves were welding bars together to form a cell. The comissar's knee was crudely bandaged and he was given a piece of moldy bread and a cup of water before he was left in the cell.

After 2 hours, two men in black suits arrived in the village. They went straight to the commisar. Three chairs and a table were brought in, and the two men sat down next to eachother while a soldier forced the commisar into the chair and handcuffed him to it. The taller of the black suited men started talking. "So... A commisar... Full name, date of birth, where you were born, etc?"

A cold wind blew over the city of Olyan on this night. It had been pretty lovely in terms of the weather and temperature over the last couple of days but Nature's blessings are never permanent, no, they may come and go as they are willed. The last couple of days had not only seen, however, the simple coming and going of what some would call good weather but, as well, they had seen the Communists fortifying the city like it was one massive fortress. There were all sorts of armanents brought in and thousands of soldiers took up defense positions in every part of the capital. Singhenov and his associates would go on daily walks to make sure all of the men were in order and ready to fight and die for the Revolution. It had never been a question among the defenders of Olyan that their leaders were tyrannical child murderers who raped both land and people, no, their leaders were the defenders of anti-revisionist Communism, the true Communism. As the days went on, Olyan became more and more fortified. Nymira knew that hell was coming to Olyan. As she looked out the window, Nymira saw the soldiers marching down the streets. Some of them were responsible for massacres and rapes. Others were peasants forced to fight. She quickly ran for Leslie and, when she found her, she smiled. "We've got to leave Olyan, Leslie. If we can't find James, we'll have no choice but to leave without him. I don't want to put you through the hell that will come to Olyan, no, I don't want that for you. For us. Just come with me, alright."

Nymira looked serious. She knew that Leslie could end up one of the many corpses in Olyan if she had stayed behind - she would be targeted by the rape squads of the Communists or by lewd soldiers from the foreign-Soryana partisan armies. "Leslie, please, just come with me."

Southern Soryanastan was fully under the control of the foreign armies and the Soryana partisan armies while the northeast was falling under their control - the northwest was being seized by Lamin's soldiers. Lamin, hoping to demonize the Communists like they deserved, released pictures of the concentration camps they had found along with an arrest warrant for Garran Kabina who was the head of the concentration camp network as the leader of the secret police of Soryanastan. Kabina, a coldhearted and ruthless man, had fled into the countryside.

As the commissar in Lokkan refused to speak with the Puritanian captors, Southern Soryanastan experienced a cultural and political renaissance that had been just dying to begin. People were free once again to express themselves. To be themselves. The hardened criminals who had sneaked into the Communist forces to escape punishment were usually executed albeit some were kept around in hard labor as atonement for their crimes. For the leaders of the Communists, however, only death could atone for their sins.

There was too much blood in the earth. It was never impossible to go wandering around Soryanastan and find the bones of thousands stashed away in mass graves, the corpses of massacre victims still decomposing without any burial, villages that were once lively now quiet from death. A lovely nation was nothing more than a Hell - a morality play wrapped up in a Communist cloak. It was amazing to hear Singhenov dismiss the claims that his party was responsible for mass murder in his latest speech to the people - he couldn't care that he had seen the conscription of unrepentant criminals into his forces, that his forces exterminated men, women and even children, that his soldiers were alleged of all sorts of things from rape to torture - it was really nothing important, it seemed, in the mind of this man. The namesake of Marxism-Leninism-Singhenovism could not concern himself with such things. Millions died, millions suffered, everybody lost.

The case of Andra was something unprecedented in the Communist nation. It was bad enough to have lynched a girl simply because she was disobedient to a Communist commissar - for good reason - but that she was blind, as well, furthered the outrage of the citizens. Yes, they had enough. Settlements around Olyan were flaring up in mass violence and Lamin, along with the ALS and others, all sent messages to the foreign armies. "Let us attack Olyan. Now."

The tall black suited man smirked. He had a feeling he was going to like this interrogation. "What? You don't talk to 'fascist dogs'?" He was handed a hammer and a few thick nails through the bars. "Are there any more of you in the vicinity?"

Meanwhile Admiral Eriksson gave the order to march towards Olyan. While the troops on the ground fought their way towards the capital, the airforce began bombing the city and the fleet started firing missiles at what looked like military installations in satellite images. No sarin was going to be used in Olyan, but not in order to save lives, but because all of it had been used in Lokkan.

The Soryanastan Coast

The GWO force had gone uncontested. Now, the next part of the operation was being put into effect.

A swarm of Expeditionary Fighting Vehicles, along with an occasional LCU-200, slowly progressed through the water, directly exiting the hulls of the San Antonio and Order ships. MABs were moving about to patrol the landing and provide some direct fire for shore assistance.

On board an EFV, Specialist John Freeman was physically feeling adrenaline flowing through him, to the point where he was almost giggling. This was his first deployment in the Federal Guard, the GWO's National and Military police force. His vehicle was armored with composites, which would render the presumed RPGs as mainly ineffective. A 30mm Bushmaster autocannon was atop the vehicle, ready to pulverize any Red forces that stood in its way. The EFV was full of Federal Guardsmen; the Federal Guard was always attached with just about any GWO operation to enforce the Order's law among the troops.

"15 seconds!" shouted the Marine piloting the EFV.
"10 seconds!"
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

The rear ramp fell onto dry ground, and the Federal Guardsmen disembarked. The EFV's autocannon was primed and waiting for resistance. Along the shore, over a hundred EFVs were doing the same, with Marines, Federal Guardsmen, and some advance Army units from the Reconnaissance Regiments or the Advanced Airdrop Service. The LCU-2000s were still on their way, with Divine Tigers and other vehicles waiting, along with even more infantry. The AH-64s had made a sweep overhead, picking out any pockets of Red forces exposed to their own explosive munitions.

The GWO Battle Flag was being hoisted upon several vehicles, showing the Four Flags of the Enlightenment (The American Fascist Flag, the Nazi Flag, the GWO Flag, and the Red Flag of No Mercy, which also featured a Fasces Lictorae).

Unnamed Freighter, Docks, Sevasteres, Soryanastan...

"...and Mui was gone when you got back?"

Vix nodded seriously, tail flicking in agitation. "Vanished without a trace. I didn't even see her leave."

Seno sat back inside the cargo container, which had been transformed from dingy, stained, foul-smelling and uncomfortable to dingy, stained, foul-smelling and uncomfortable with Internet connection. Seno sat on a beanbag chair with a laptop computer balanced on his knees, the blue glow lighting up the interior of the box, following what was happening in the rest of Soryanastan via news feed, intercepted Communist communications and the occasional hacked satellite network image. The only other objects were the wet suits and diving gear in a neat pile in the corner next to their combat armor and various weapons cases stacked along the far wall. The arsenal contained everything they could possibly need: Pistols, submachine guns, assault rifles, a sniper rifle, combat shotguns, an anti-material rifle, an anti-vehicular missile launcher, a Stinger AA weapon, a thermobaric rocket launcher, several bricks of C-4, laser designators, flares, stun, flash-bang, fragmentation and incendiary grenades and even a few bladed weapons, among others. From this improvised base Seno, with the help of Vix, had been planning the offensive on the Communist stronghold in the mountains outside the city.

Normally, such an strike, made by only two people, would be suicide. But they had three distinct advantages on their side: Superior training, knowledge of where critical points, such as fuel storage, in the base were, and the fact that the enemy would never anticipate such a move. They would be ready for an all-out assault by the Alversian People's Army, the ALS, or one of the many invasion armies now occupying Soryanastan. The last thing they would be expecting would be a terminate-with-extreme-prejudice attack by a couple of foreign assassins.
Seno and Vix were counting on it.

"It's not our problem, now." Seno sighed. "I know she didn't get captured by the Communists, there weren't any Red corpses in the room, but to not tell us..."

"She might have been killed."

Seno nodded without expression. "Possibly."

There was a short silence.

"It's out of our hands, now," Seno tapped the computer screen, which displayed the target installation from satellite vew. "This is where our focus needs to be. Unofficially, we're supporting the Alversian stabilization of the area, and to do that we need to remove the threat of this supply base. If the Communists move an army against them, or anybody else for that matter, those fuel storage, munitions dumps, armories and service areas would be vital for sustaining an assault."

"Why not just point the Alversians in the right direction?"

"For one, they don't have the troops or resources to take the base without significant casualties, or at least that is what the simulations I've run state. For another, I don't know if they'd believe we are who we say we are, without any papers to prove it, and finally we're supposed to keep a low profile." He paused. "With reference to other entities, of course."

"I assume you have a plan?"

Seno couldn't help but grin, fangs gleaming in the dim light. "Of course. We will begin the operation at dusk."

There has always been the stench of blood in the air over Soryanastan although it was dissipating over the weeks rather than remaining to inflame one's heart and senses. As the Communists were being pushed further and further back, with all their soldiers vainly dying and rabidly retreating, the invading foreigners and their native allies marched onward to Olyan with their patriotic songs and the tocsin of liberation, yes, the tocsin of freedom was finally ringing once more in Soryanastan. Soldiers and citizens would be singing the old anthem of Soryanastan in front of the foreign soldiers, those who had survived the Puritanian sarin attacks drunk themselves silly on fine wine and dined with their beautiful women, and everyone finally seemed happy - for real this time - rather than just feigning their happiness for the sake of enduring the Communist yokes around their necks. Children threw off their Young Pioneers' scarves in favor of the sashes of their beloved scouting organizations - medals and lapels all over them - while poets wrote triumphant and lovely hymns to those men and women who accomplished all of this for the masses.

Singhenov had ordered several counterattacks but couldn't find any of his armies fully able to commit themselves to what dissidents called mass suicide attacks in the Party's newspapers - of course this was before they were simply executed for their refusal to accept how the plans were all apparently emanations of Singhenov's mastery of military tactics. It was simply a matter of love for the Great Leader - if you had none then you died. It was a simple way of life in Communist Soryanastan, at least, till that liberation train finally reaches Olyan. Pero Lamin, speaking to the Government in Exile, made it clear that he expected to be in Olyan within the span of two to four weeks while Queen Janata delievered a speech to Soryana emigres - she had felt the need to reassure them - telling them of how their loved ones would pave the way, God willing, for the liberation of the homeland. Yes, she couldn't say they would. It was up to God, Fortune, Lady Luck, or whatever you wanted to call it.

Zamenov's role in all of this was to declare the entirety of the leadership of the National Salvation Front to be guilty of war crimes. They were all to be tried and convicted for their sins, an eye for an eye, just like in so many other cases in the history of the world. Janata looked upon these developments with much happiness. During her time at a beach in Lynion, at Asylov's recommendation, she wrote in her diary: "I can hardly wait for the death knell of tyranny in Soryanastan. I cannot wait to return home and breathe in the fresh air of my beloved homeland, to bask in the sun as I run over the hills, to feel the sunlight upon my brow! Thousands of Soryana emigres desire nothing more than to return to our beloved homeland and, indeed, I am simply one of them. I'd rather be a free woman in Soryanastan than an exiled monarch in Lynion."

Lamin recieved a series of communiques from the Government in Exile which authorized the full force he wanted for his attack on Olyan and thus, when all was well, he began the march to his destination with thousands of soldiers, from all the factions, marching behind and around him. To Olyan.

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Location Undisclosed, Somewhere in the Soryanastan mountain range...

The two Xiscapian agents had needed all the time from sunup to these twilight hours to prepare for the operation. They traveled with only what weapons and equipment that could be carried on their persons or in one of the packs both hefted. However, two kitsune in full battle dress toting assault weapons walking though town would have aroused considerable suspicion, to understate things, so Seno and Vix took to the water once again, this time in a river trawler paid for many times the worth of the rickety, aging craft to a local though a contact, and made their way upstream, hidden inside the tiny cabin of the wooden boat. Once past Sevasteres and away from any major towns or villages the transport was hidden in a marsh, concealed by foggy swamp gas, thin but high reeds, and the fact that nobody ever went near that area, and the two operatives continued on foot. It took them most of the day to traverse the forest and up the mountain to where the Soryanastan installation was located, and only as the sun began to dip below the horizon and cast long shadows across the ground did they begin observing the base.

The depot was not especially big, as they go: Sevasteres had never had a very large protecting military force, but apparently it was sizable enough to warrant the supply dump. The basic layout had a guard tower at all four corners of the rectangular base, with eight barracks buildings near the middle, four fuel sheds dispersed throughout, a large motor pool to the northeast corner, a large communications dish that may or may not work in the middle with what looked to be a command center next to it with a helipad. Ammunition, munitions and supply dumps were placed in a ring around these other structures. Seno estimated that, going by how many people he saw in the space of an hour and how many trucks, jeeps, tanks and other vehicles that went though the gates that the depot housed perhaps a hundred people, most of them technicians, mechanics, command staff, communications units, pilots, drivers and other logistics and support personnel. Nevertheless, they had seen five active tanks within the perimeter of the barbed-wire fences, the towers had outward-facing machine guns affixed to them, the gates were guarded by men on tripod recoilless rifles, and they could still see the shape of a helicopter gunship on the landing pad by the command center.
It was going to take considerable planning and finesse to make the place unusable to the Communists without significant conventional firepower, a small army to back them up, or a nuclear weapon.

Vix lowered the watch glasses from her eyes, taking care to cover the lenses before doing so, not taking the chance that the dying sun might glint off the reflective surfaces and give their position away. She and Seno were situated on the top of a small hill near the depot, packs on the ground beside them, Seno staring though an unattached sniper scope at the movements of the soldiers. "You know," Vix chuckled, "if we started up some sniper fire and added a rocket here and there, the whole place would explode like we lit a match in a fireworks factory."

"Too risky," countered Seno, "with not enough a high probability of working. If they traced us and got some fire laid down, we'd be killed or have to retreat, neither of which are acceptable outcomes."

"So?" Vix asked calmly. "What's your plan, then?"

"We need to attack them from the inside. Plant explosives at the fuel and munitions dumps, we don't actually fire a weapon unless we have to. Once the charges have been placed we withdraw and trigger, and in the aftermath come in to pick off any stragglers and get anything we missed the first time around. After that we slip away before the Alversians or more Commies decide to come to investigate." He spoke about obliterating a military base and ending the lives of over a hundred men as neutrally and with as much affliction as one would read a shopping list.

"How do we get in?" Vix asked. "They've got every inch of that perimeter fence wired and watched by spotlights and guards, and the only other way in is to go straight though the gates. There's no way-"

"Ah, but there is." Seno smiled. "You see those cargo trucks coming in and out...?"

The Soryanastan Coast

The GWO force had gone uncontested. Now, the next part of the operation was being put into effect.

A swarm of Expeditionary Fighting Vehicles, along with an occasional LCU-200, slowly progressed through the water, directly exiting the hulls of the San Antonio and Order ships. MABs were moving about to patrol the landing and provide some direct fire for shore assistance.

On board an EFV, Specialist John Freeman was physically feeling adrenaline flowing through him, to the point where he was almost giggling. This was his first deployment in the Federal Guard, the GWO's National and Military police force. His vehicle was armored with composites, which would render the presumed RPGs as mainly ineffective. A 30mm Bushmaster autocannon was atop the vehicle, ready to pulverize any Red forces that stood in its way. The EFV was full of Federal Guardsmen; the Federal Guard was always attached with just about any GWO operation to enforce the Order's law among the troops.

"15 seconds!" shouted the Marine piloting the EFV.
"10 seconds!"
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"

The rear ramp fell onto dry ground, and the Federal Guardsmen disembarked. The EFV's autocannon was primed and waiting for resistance. Along the shore, over a hundred EFVs were doing the same, with Marines, Federal Guardsmen, and some advance Army units from the Reconnaissance Regiments or the Advanced Airdrop Service. The LCU-2000s were still on their way, with Divine Tigers and other vehicles waiting, along with even more infantry. The AH-64s had made a sweep overhead, picking out any pockets of Red forces exposed to their own explosive munitions.

The GWO Battle Flag was being hoisted upon several vehicles, showing the Four Flags of the Enlightenment (The American Fascist Flag, the Nazi Flag, the GWO Flag, and the Red Flag of No Mercy, which also featured a Fasces Lictorae).

OOC: I must have missed this.

There had been no Communist soldiers waiting the arrival of the Fascists except for little bands of soldiers which could easily be eliminated without resorting to heavy and more deadlier weapons than mere firearms. As these foreigners continued to establish a beach head on the coast of Soryanastan, there was great cause for commotion around the towns that lay on the road to Olyan as Lamin and his men surged forth with liberty and freedom behind them. The Soryana Fascists were going in one direction, Lamin's men at another direction, and all the foreign armies in their own. Olyan was going to be completely surrounded and suffocated by all these armies - it would be futile for the Communists to attempt to withstand even the slightest attack.

Citizens could hear the Voice of Soryanastan broadcasting addresses from the Government in Exile in which the people were encouraged to keep their spirits high for freedom was going to return, yes, Lamin and the valiant soldiers that marched on with him were going to liberate Soryanastan. Amidst the colossal destruction that the Communists had caused after all these months in control, the Government in Exile felt it was ready to regain control. But was it? And would the other factions let the Government in Exile regain power?

The taller of the black suited men, Detective Merkel, smirked when the comissar still didn't answer him. "Have it your way, then." He began hammer a long, thick nail into the comissar's knee, while the shorter of the two smiled sadistically. Merkel and his collegue enjoyed hearing political prisoners and other dissidents scream in agony, which was more or less a requirement of any interrogators working the in the Geheime Reichspolizei. When the nail was all the way through the comissar's knee, Merkel spoke to him again. "Do you feel like answering yet, or shall we give the same treatment to your other knee?"

The soldiers looked at the partisans emotionlessly from their tanks and marching formations as they sang their anthems; every Puritanian was raised to think that all other peoples were inferior. They weren't fighting for the freedom or Soryanastan, only for the Empress and her Empire. The airforce continued the bombings in Olyan, while a few planes were shot down, most pilots managed to hide themselves in the city.

Entering the Port Town
1st Lynion Hunter Battalion
0306 Hours

Lieutenant Mick was a war veteran from the Pirate Wars during the regin of King Ranakin and King Xiahou. He also took part in the rescue operation during the Battle for Haven Island. However, like other veteran's, he wasn't prepared for the Fungi War and it nearly cost him his life. This campagin was rumoured to be an easier one which explains why they had a large force for this war.

"Do you think they'll be waiting for us?" a private whispered to a corporal as Mick had overheard it.

"Of course they know we're coming," snapped back Mick. "We just blew up half the town," he joked as the squad laughed at it. "Alright listen up, the enemy ain't going to let it cities and towns fall like glass to our forces. Expect heavy resistance and remember, no killing civilians,"

"CLear the ramp!"

Lieutenant Mick was the first to leave the landing boat as other squads managed to get onto the beach without being attacked from the Communists which made everything feel uneasy for them. Where were the Communist? Wolfhounds were landed quickly alongside IFV's and APC's while a flight of Dingo's darted across the sky looking for any unsusecting Communist Unit. The Hunter's moved into the port town and took cover while their armour started to form up. What happened to the Communist Forces is anybody's guess.

Soryanastan Coast

As soon as the beachhead was established, the main force for the upheaval of the Communists and the installation of the Fascists was sent forth. Hundreds of Ship-Shore transports cluttered the ocean, filled with more vehicles and more soldiers. Meanwhile, the units that had taken over the beach moved onward towards Olyan, now supported by motorcycles that had armed sidecars attached (With weapons ranging from MG42s to HKGMGs). The MABs had mainly gone back to their ships, since they were most likely going to be airdropped into inland water bodies later.

Somewhere in the forests, John Freeman ((OOC: He's a recurring GWO character; He's to be used for comic relief via inside jokes)) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHxyZaZlaOs) was trailblazing with his group. Suddenly, a Private fell after his kneecap and flown out of his left leg. The Federal Guardsmen and Reconnaissance Troopers had taken cover, but not John. He sprayed a volley of 7.62NATO rounds at what he thought was a muzzle flash while shouting, "I'LL GET YOU BACK, EVIL SNIPER!" before going prone. A helmet was hoisted on top of the dead man's rifle to see if the sniper would take the bait.

Back at the shore, the "Second Wave" was being assembled. GWO strategy usually had at least two "Waves", consisting of multiple Regiments, sometimes even entire Legions each. The First Wave was primarily recon and Marine units in faster moving vehicles and modified Divine Tigers. Their job was to simply kill off a bunch of hostiles while moving forward. Meanwhile, the Second Wave, usually consisting of Army units, would mop up anything that remind. Behind that line, resistance was often non-existent or minimal, thus allowing the free flow of Logistics and massive reserves of combat personnel.

The coup de grace to the Communist tyranny over Soryanastan may not have been the beginning of Lamin's attack on the city of Olyan, the total collapse of all remaining Communist armies which were running for their lives or dying in some heroic fashion or the defection of Singhenov's closest friend to the reactionaries. It may have been the return of Queen Janata to her beloved homeland, at least, that's what some commentators claimed. Janata, Queen of Soryanastan, was aboard the same yacht she had been once on to flee Soryanastan and it was expected that Lamin organized a mighty welcoming party to welcome her back to Soryanastan. As Janata sat on a specialized reclining yacht chair with her journal open for some new entries, Zamenov and Asylov had a secret discussion in one of the compartments but conspiracy theorists wouldn't find anything notable about it other than that both men were determined to restore Royal-Parliamentary control over Soryanastan.

As the yacht continued to make its way to Soryanastan, Janata hoped that Zhuge of Lynion had recieved her letter which would have explained how grateful she and her companions had been for all Lynion did for them. She would look over the calm seas and imagine her coronation in the confines of her mind. She imagined Soryanastan returning to normal in her mind, the people embracing liberty and freedom like they once had, the Communist menace being exterminated in the process. The yacht landed in the mid afternoon and thousands of people waved royal flags and shouted patriotic slogans as Janata landed at the port town of Arkhavskoy along with the Government in Exile which announced its intentions to regain control of the nation as the only legitimate government. The ALS was pretty miffed. Sure, they would have wanted a Fascist-Monarchist nation, but how could they deal with the pesky democrats without tarnishing their image with the Monarchists and even with the Queen?

The news of the Queen's return reached Kyrad Ludokrin and the members of his Free City Government who all decided that it would be a pleasurable honor to welcome her back to her homeland and that they would support her total and unconditional restoration to the throne - something that the Fascists did as well but, while Kyrad's proclamation simply desired only the monarchist restoration, the Fascists wanted a total and unconditional Fascist takeover with the Monarchy to act as a ceremonial head of state. Zamenov's decline of the ALS to work out a coalition government came as soon as it was sent. Pero Lamin, the leader of the Government in Exile's massive army, ordered the immediate seizure of Olyan and worked out a deal with the ALS. Both, with or without the assistance of the foreigners, would take the city and wipe out Communism once and for all.

Nymira banished the girls from the nation's oldest lesbian brothel before she took Leslie's hands and looked deep into those eyes of hers. "We're leaving Olyan for a hideout in the countryside - I know that there's an aristocrat's mansion that we can use until the war ends. Knowing the total strength of the attackers, Singhenov doesn't have any chance whatsoever and I don't want anyone to harm you. I've sent the girls away to a seluded location. They'll be alright. As for James, I don't know where he is. I'm sorry to say that we can't spend time looking for him. Chances are, and these are very high chances, that he's dead."

Espar Singhenov looked grimly at the reports he recieved. The return of the Queen along with the beginning of the attack on Olyan made him realize that it was finally possible for him to be ousted from power and perhaps even arrested and executed for supposed war crimes. Sure, he had orchestrated the mass murder of thousands of citizens but wasn't it all worth it for the sake of the Revolution? He had been apathetic to the mass rape and murder of innocent girls but wouldn't they just breed future dissidents? He had allowed the massacre of entire villages without even any hesitation. He had permitted the measures which, when taken, caused mass famines all over a usually bountiful nation. Singhenov had done so much evil that people once jested that his continued existence proved God didn't exist. Surely the Lord would have stopped the Father of the Revolution by now? Singhenov looked to his foreign wife, Sarah O'Day, and asked her if she would stand by him. She said she would and, as well, that Nelenna Singhenov had been sent away with a friend in the hopes she wouldn't be killed. That was the last time Sarah and Espar ever saw their beloved child.

The morning came with artillery shells blowing apart apartments and businesses all over the outskirts of Olyan. War had finally arrived.

The coup de grace to the Communist tyranny over Soryanastan may not have been the beginning of Lamin's attack on the city of Olyan, the total collapse of all remaining Communist armies which were running for their lives or dying in some heroic fashion or the defection of Singhenov's closest friend to the reactionaries. It may have been the return of Queen Janata to her beloved homeland, at least, that's what some commentators claimed. Janata, Queen of Soryanastan, was aboard the same yacht she had been once on to flee Soryanastan and it was expected that Lamin organized a mighty welcoming party to welcome her back to Soryanastan. As Janata sat on a specialized reclining yacht chair with her journal open for some new entries, Zamenov and Asylov had a secret discussion in one of the compartments but conspiracy theorists wouldn't find anything notable about it other than that both men were determined to restore Royal-Parliamentary control over Soryanastan.

As the yacht continued to make its way to Soryanastan, Janata hoped that Zhuge of Lynion had recieved her letter which would have explained how grateful she and her companions had been for all Lynion did for them. She would look over the calm seas and imagine her coronation in the confines of her mind. She imagined Soryanastan returning to normal in her mind, the people embracing liberty and freedom like they once had, the Communist menace being exterminated in the process. The yacht landed in the mid afternoon and thousands of people waved royal flags and shouted patriotic slogans as Janata landed at the port town of Arkhavskoy along with the Government in Exile which announced its intentions to regain control of the nation as the only legitimate government. The ALS was pretty miffed. Sure, they would have wanted a Fascist-Monarchist nation, but how could they deal with the pesky democrats without tarnishing their image with the Monarchists and even with the Queen?

The news of the Queen's return reached Kyrad Ludokrin and the members of his Free City Government who all decided that it would be a pleasurable honor to welcome her back to her homeland and that they would support her total and unconditional restoration to the throne - something that the Fascists did as well but, while Kyrad's proclamation simply desired only the monarchist restoration, the Fascists wanted a total and unconditional Fascist takeover with the Monarchy to act as a ceremonial head of state. Zamenov's decline of the ALS to work out a coalition government came as soon as it was sent. Pero Lamin, the leader of the Government in Exile's massive army, ordered the immediate seizure of Olyan and worked out a deal with the ALS. Both, with or without the assistance of the foreigners, would take the city and wipe out Communism once and for all.

Nymira banished the girls from the nation's oldest lesbian brothel before she took Leslie's hands and looked deep into those eyes of hers. "We're leaving Olyan for a hideout in the countryside - I know that there's an aristocrat's mansion that we can use until the war ends. Knowing the total strength of the attackers, Singhenov doesn't have any chance whatsoever and I don't want anyone to harm you. I've sent the girls away to a seluded location. They'll be alright. As for James, I don't know where he is. I'm sorry to say that we can't spend time looking for him. Chances are, and these are very high chances, that he's dead."

Espar Singhenov looked grimly at the reports he recieved. The return of the Queen along with the beginning of the attack on Olyan made him realize that it was finally possible for him to be ousted from power and perhaps even arrested and executed for supposed war crimes. Sure, he had orchestrated the mass murder of thousands of citizens but wasn't it all worth it for the sake of the Revolution? He had been apathetic to the mass rape and murder of innocent girls but wouldn't they just breed future dissidents? He had allowed the massacre of entire villages without even any hesitation. He had permitted the measures which, when taken, caused mass famines all over a usually bountiful nation. Singhenov had done so much evil that people once jested that his continued existence proved God didn't exist. Surely the Lord would have stopped the Father of the Revolution by now? Singhenov looked to his foreign wife, Sarah O'Day, and asked her if she would stand by him. She said she would and, as well, that Nelenna Singhenov had been sent away with a friend in the hopes she wouldn't be killed. That was the last time Sarah and Espar ever saw their beloved child.

The morning came with artillery shells blowing apart apartments and businesses all over the outskirts of Olyan. War had finally arrived.
Leslie-Bernadette Velnusche had been hesitating again, eyes probably taking on that octopus-violet-blue shade even. Only this time, from fear rather than anything more pleasureable like Nymira's first approach. How long ago that seemed indeed by now...

"Very well, Nymira my love." Leslie knew this was big, especially if the Mistress' preparations for the girls' safety were so advanced as she seemed to indicate. "I hate to leave James behind; Mistress, he's become like a brother to me, Hell even those few at my office who don't know my preferences somtimes joke about James being my 'office husband' as they say." That always got Leslie beet-red at the very suggestion she was interested in him; fortunately, James had been able to just laugh it off before Leslie stormed off in a huff. Usually so anyway. "If he's gone, I have to know for sure; I may even have to bear the news to his family and you don't do that with blanks not filled."

Sighing, Leslie changed tacks; Nymira's mind was made up obviously so best get on with it. "Well mistress, lead on?" Leslie hoped Nymira had ways of getting transportation, even if most of Leslie's luggage was basically carry-on level and in the following moments would be duly secured for the evacuation. "So are we going to be driving fit to outrun the Devil ourselves, or do you have some contacts to beguile as you're so able at?" The first was sarcastic, but balanced by the latter's sincere deference; Leslie liked these sorts of games and Nymira played them well indeed as she'd learned in her time here.

Once arrived at the hideout though, Leslie would continue asking around as discreetly as possible; interviewing neighbors and compiling notes for her article once communications with the outside world were up again. She'd learned of things that had horrified, amazed, intrigued, and inspired her here; yes indeed her nation had been lucky that its' own 'socialist' period wasn't governed by crazies like the NSF. She began pondering why not even before here; and if her interviews were any indication, she was beginning to suspect the answer was simply a matter of the details in terms of the peoples in question. After the governor of the Atrean Eastern Star Sea colonies tried to draft the local garrison with backing from foreign mercenaries to make his own empire, which had simply prompted the Atrean troops into rebellion once he'd issued orders they refused to obey and defected to the revolution in protest over seeing as the Atrean Emperor was already dead by then, the formerly hard-leftist Eastern Star People's Front suddenly found itself relying upon a massive army of moderates who wouldn't stand for the usual 'excesses' as they'd shown already. But she needed to think on that more; whether the colonial garrison's defection was the cause of the ESPF's moderate course once in power, or else merely a reinforcement to one already decided upon by the rebel leadership, was itself disputed to this day by Wagdian academics at a level far above Leslie's own head for such things.

But hopefully, she would grow one in time. Soryanstan was becoming as much a learning experience for her as a loving one, or harrowing moreover no thanks to the war. Now if only Leslie and Nymira could survive it so she could astound her bosses back home with the fruits so gained, hopefully enough that they choked on them for the affront of their rashly sending her into a killing field.

The communist wave attacks were fairly effective against the more inexperienced soldiers, taking a heavier toll on the shock troops who were the furthest up. Men had resorted to using their Lycos machetes and S10 shotguns for close range. Troops armed with MG146 light machine guns were letting loose with their weapons, ignoring firing disipline entirely as they chewed through throusands of rounds of ammunition.

The men at the front had unknowingly given their commanding officers a beachhead for moving armored units and infantry to the front. Within four hours of the airborne assault, marines clinging on to LY224s (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14371203#post14371203) and LY7s (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=557163) had already begun moving towards the holding airborne infantry, mopping up whatever resistance stood in their way.

[OOC: Shit post I know, but I have been down with the cold and this is all I'm able to muster]

The Puritanian troops were finally on the outskirts of Olyan. 10 divisions had been assigned to assault the city from all directions. Lieutenant Amanda Creutzfeldt and her platoon along with the whole division the platoon was part of, had been gathered on a grain field. General Guderian was giving a motivational speech to his men. He mentioned the possibility that some of his men would die, and that those who did would be rewarded by the Great Serpent, Apophis, in the afterlife.

Slaves were busy chaining communist prisoners to tanks and other vehicles. Some slaves were killed in the process, but eventually most of the tanks were equipped with a human shield. The attack began at 4 AM, supported by artillery fire and heavy aerial bombings.

Meanwhile in Lokkan, Merkel hammered a nail into the commissar's other knee, and through his elbows and palms, before getting bored of the particular method of torture. He began pulling teeth out of the commissar's mouth instead, and after the commissar was toothless Merkel cut out his tongue. His colleague took over, and as they already were sure that the commissar wouldn't tell them anything, he began cutting fingers off.

Location Undisclosed, Somewhere in the Soryanastan mountain range...

A ten-ton truck rumbled up to the gates of the supply depot, headlights cutting though the ever darkening air. The driver and the gate guard murmured back and forth for a moment, and the vehicle was waved though with a lazy hand gesture. Security might be tight here, but the guards themselves were lax: No one knew they were here, and nothing more exciting than the occasional drunken fight between two soldiers or once-in-a-blue-moon fender-bender ever happened. The cargo carrier pulled up alongside a row of perhaps a dozen other ones, the lights dying as the driver killed the engine, but he just sat there, waiting. Upon closer examination the man actually seemed quite nervous, sweating heavily, not moving and barely breathing, hands clutching the steering wheel.

A moment later an arm snaked around the seat from the hold behind and drew itself across his neck, cutting off the soldier's circulation. He gagged and struggled, hands scrabbling at the grip, but ten seconds later he slumped in his seat, unconscious from lack of oxygen. Vix appeared, crouched low, and pushed the prone form onto the cabin floor, taking out a silenced pistol. Realistically, the driver would die; better it be from a bullet to the head while he slept than burning gasoline across his body while he still lived. A tinny, cough-like noise and a few seconds later she edged back into the rear, where Seno was leaning against a couple of red fifty gallon fuel barrels, preparing a few shaped charges. "Ready?" The beautiful female agent whispered, and Seno tossed her a couple of the explosives. "You get the fuel tanks in the west and southwest corners; I'll take the communications dish and a couple of the ammo dumps."

"Got it," Vix pushed the canvas covering away on the back of the truck, checking the area. There was no-one around. "Clear." She hopped out and scurried up the orderly rows of trucks, only hearing Seno come out and head in the opposite direction because of her superior hearing. Pistol held pointing at the ground, bombs on her belt, Vix moved stealthily away towards her targets. A few avoided spotlights, a bypassed guard and a crawl on her belly later, the operative made it to her first tank. She planted the charge in seconds, and was about to leave the shed when she heard footsteps approaching. There was nowhere to hide: The shed was bare except for the tank, a folding table, and a few chairs, and the space wasn't small enough to hide in the shadows, even with the flickering, naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. Vix contented herself by pressing next to the doorway, ready to get the drop on whoever was approaching.

The city of Olyan looked like a ghost town more than anything else with its empty streets and the corpses of citizens who had failed to escape the occassional bombing runs by Lamin's soldiers. There was a horror to be found within a city once praised by the poets - a horror clad in a ruby red cloak. As the enemies of the Communist revolution moved closer towards the heart of Olyan, the Communist defenders vainly defending their positions, Singhenov and his associates planned out strategies from their secluded underground fortress. It had been hastily prepared for him by the fanatics who he had surrounded himself with as his elite guard, willing to die for him and the revolution without a single moment's hesitation. Field Marshal Lamin, for he had recieved a promotion after his string of victories, marched personally into Olyan with his eyes set on the ultimate goal. As he looked around the ruins of buildings, noticing discarded children's toys and women's shawls, he decided to take a rest at the old Olyan Radio House where Soryana rock was born. Of course, like everything else from the past, it had been banned by the Communists. As he rested there, delighting himself in what remained of the radio house's stock of tunes, his soldiers continued to press onward.

The Puritanians were always coming down into Olyan according to their own plans while the local fascists were trying to encircle the Communist soldiers still impeding their path to Olyan. They wanted to raise up the flag of Fascism over Olyan. It had always been their goal to take control of Soryanastan for themselves and to create, out of the ashes, a Fascist utopia. The Monarchy would become a puppet of the Fascists - serving the nation as little more than the embodiment of national heritage. As the Communists were pushed back deeper and deeper into the center of Olyan, Singhenov began to experience the first symptoms of losing faith in the revolution. For the first time in the entire conflict, he was doing something that hundreds had been executed for doing. Singhenov - looking at his wife who was sitting with him at his desk - unveiled his last will and testament. "It has always been my goal,' he wrote, 'to bring equality and freedom to the masses of Soryanastan. What we attempted was not merely a campaign to secure power for ourselves. We attempted to bring about the return of power to the masses. It is inevitable that one must force change. We had no choice but to permanently silence our enemies. We had no choice at all." Then, as his secretary took hold of these soon-to-be legendary documents, Singhenov recited from his last will. "I die with no regrets. What I have done was for the benefit of the revolution. If there is a God after all, I expect no mercy from Him. I only ask that my daughter be safeguarded from harm. I wanted nothing more than a perfect nation for her to inherit. Though I die, the Revolution will always live on."

The secretary took the last will and testament - making sure everything in them looked right - before she was permitted to flee the city with anyone else who had wanted to depart before the seemingly imminent defeat. Singhenov kissed Sarah in front of those who remained, smiled at them, and then returned to his chambers with the woman he loved. The men who remained, fanatically devoted to the Revolution, decided that it would be best to continue the fight until the very end. As Singhenov made love to his wife one last time in his chambers, as his secretary fled on her bicycle with an orphan girl into unknown territories, and as Lamin got out of the radio house to continue marching with his men, what remained of the Communist government declared total and unconditional war against the invaders. The citizens who still lived in Olyan were torn apart by this decision but what could they have done?

Singhenov's secretary had ironically come from one of the wealthier families of Olyan back when the Constitutional Monarchy still had control. Her name was Kara and she was pretty voluptuous, her journal filled with entries alleging sexual harassment from officers, and now she was fleeing Olyan with an orphaned girl she had picked up along the path. She fled as fast as she could, in nothing but her suit, hoping that she wouldn't be killed along the way by rouge soldiers. The girl held onto her as she rode, the road twisting and turning like a man's guts, and soon enough Kara could see a group of soldiers parading - they were Lamin's men. They didn't care, though, about her and the girl. Kara and the girl were just considered to be refugees. (OOC: The Puritanians, Cazelians or some other invading foreign army could intercept her but I ask that she not be killed or harmed. She's essentially Soryanastan's version of Traudl Junge)

As the moon rose over Olyan, the scent of blood continued to flow through the streets. An old woman walks into a temple dedicated to the pagan Gods, those ancient deities still worshipped thanks to tolerant monotheists, and sits at the altar with a sigh. It seems like everything had fallen apart. Who would pick up the motherland, wipe away her tears, and bring her into the light? Mother Soryanastan couldn't be left for dead. She had to live. Unlike those Communists attempting to kill the Xiscapian spies....

The soldiers thought nothing of the death and destruction they saw in Olyan; it was inevitable in order to secure victory for the Empire. Some collected Communist insignias and weapons as souvenirs as they pushed onward. Injured and retreating Communist soldiers were crushed under the advacing tanks. One of the tanks' crews spotted a woman and a young girl. One of the crew members spoke to the driver. "Hey, stop the tank. I'll go grab them inside, we can sell the girl as a slave and the woman looks like a government official, or a businesswoman - either way we can use her too. We'll get a transfer away from the lunactics in our division, anything we want." The soldier ran to the woman, dodging bulltes, grabbed her and the orphan, dragged them back into the tank and threw them on the steel floor. The tank got hit by an anti-tank shell, but either it had been shot from a bad angle or its caliber was too small to penetrate the Puritanian MBT's armor - either way the tanks immediately fired incendiary grenades into the direction of the shot and moved on. The soldiers looked at the two figures lying on the floor. "It's not safe outside, you know. Especially not for women such as yourself. If anyone else would have stumbled into you, you'd most likely be dead."

The soldiers thought nothing of the death and destruction they saw in Olyan; it was inevitable in order to secure victory for the Empire. Some collected Communist insignias and weapons as souvenirs as they pushed onward. Injured and retreating Communist soldiers were crushed under the advacing tanks. One of the tanks' crews spotted a woman and a young girl. One of the crew members spoke to the driver. "Hey, stop the tank. I'll go grab them inside, we can sell the girl as a slave and the woman looks like a government official, or a businesswoman - either way we can use her too. We'll get a transfer away from the lunactics in our division, anything we want." The soldier ran to the woman, dodging bulltes, grabbed her and the orphan, dragged them back into the tank and threw them on the steel floor. The tank got hit by an anti-tank shell, but either it had been shot from a bad angle or its caliber was too small to penetrate the Puritanian MBT's armor - either way the tanks immediately fired incendiary grenades into the direction of the shot and moved on. The soldiers looked at the two figures lying on the floor. "It's not safe outside, you know. Especially not for women such as yourself. If anyone else would have stumbled into you, you'd most likely be dead."

OOC: This thread will be ending today or tomorrow - I really want to carry on with my plans.

Kara made sure the orphaned girl was alright before she looked upon the Puritanians with a look suggesting an innocent indifference to the situation at hand. "We would hope,' Kara began, 'that we could pass by here en route to liberated territories. I wish to speak with the officers of the Government-in-Exile and the path to them leads right through your lines. This child isn't my daughter but you can say that I have pretty much adopted her as my own. She couldn't be stuck in that shithole I once called my nation's capital. Please, let me pass. I think you've got more important things to worry about than me, after all."

The underground fortress had been emptied of its occupants except for the few remaining fanatics and their leaders who had all decided to stand their ground in Olyan until the war had been finished - Singhenov's mind was wracked with feelings he had never once felt in the days he spent ruling the masses with his bloody and iron hand. Was this the end of his revolution? Was this going to be the end of everything he had worked for? Singhenov sighed as he sat at his desk - his wife had been talking to the fanatics. Eventually there was a decision made by the fanatics at hand. They would force Singhenov and his wife out of power and take control of Soryanastan themselves before trying to diplomatically salvage the land. As the artillery guns blasted through the night while citizens ran for cover in the streets, Singhenov and his wife were found guilty of crimes against the nation, a truth pretty self evident, and were executed by firing squad before their bodies were burned and disposed of in a nearby pit - leaving the fanatics in charge of the nation. The brief trial of their once former leader had been pretty quick with Singhenov defending his position, being shot after he kissed his wife one last time - his wife's body falling upon his after she was taken care of by the fanatics.

The fanatics decided to regroup what was left of the Communist armies - which hardly amounted to anything worth talking about - and sent messages to all the invading forces which were chock full of the same rhetoric. The Communists wanted peace and the chance to retain control of the land but Lamin simply wrote back in his own hand words which people have interpreted as being a stern and simple no or a stern and simple fuck you while the Fascists also gave back a negative response from their leaders. The fanatics appealed to the foreigners for peace while fighting back Lamin and the Fascists. As Lamin's men marched down the streets, Queen Janata made a special appearance at the front lines but she didn't see much pass the jubilation of the soldiers who welcomed her as if she were their own. Janata even served meals to the men - citing their bravery and courage - and even ate among the men themselves. This was a Queen who fell down to their level for a while before returning to her own. Prime Minister Zamenov declared that all anti-Communist armies in Soryanastan - including foreigners - must respect his decree for total and unconditional amnesty for all Communist soldiers found to have been forced into the Communist armies and other similar people. In the streets of Olyan, citizens were begging for Lamin to wipe out the last remnants of Communism with his allies. They began violently tearing down portraits of Marx and his successors, lynching collaborators by hanging their corpses on lightposts, forming hit squads to help wipe out the last Communist defenses.

Since the path had been cleared, Queen Janata was even able to visit her childhood home in what had been famously referred to as the Aristocrat's District of Olyan. Janata grimly stepped out of the army vehicle graciously provided by Lamin and looked around at the decimated palace she had once lived in with her parents. She pinpointed the site of the Last Stand of the Royal Guard and remarked how everything had been rearranged to give the Palace a stoic Communist look. As she walked inside, she discovered that the Palace fell into disuse with its decayed rooms and torn down portraits. She was finally home - after millions had suffered and died - she had finally been able to regain living in the symbol of her accursed childhood. As more and more of the city fell into reactionary hands, Lamin came into the city in a jeep as the citizens cheered for him in the streets. Lamin! Lamin! They hailed him as the greatest man to grace Soryanastan since the founding fathers. Lamin! He was the restorer of liberty and freedom.

It would not take long, now, before Communism was defeated.

OOC: This thread will be ending today or tomorrow - I really want to carry on with my plans.

Kara made sure the orphaned girl was alright before she looked upon the Puritanians with a look suggesting an innocent indifference to the situation at hand. "We would hope,' Kara began, 'that we could pass by here en route to liberated territories. I wish to speak with the officers of the Government-in-Exile and the path to them leads right through your lines. This child isn't my daughter but you can say that I have pretty much adopted her as my own. She couldn't be stuck in that shithole I once called my nation's capital. Please, let me pass. I think you've got more important things to worry about than me, after all."

"Yes, we do have more important things in mind. Unfortunately it's not up to us to let you pass through the lines. You're going to have to sort it out with the Geheime Reichspolizei. We can drop you off when we refill our ammo cabinets."

"Yes, we do have more important things in mind. Unfortunately it's not up to us to let you pass through the lines. You're going to have to sort it out with the Geheime Reichspolizei. We can drop you off when we refill our ammo cabinets."

"I understand. The likelihood is that you think I'm some sort of threat. I hope that the Geheime Reichspolizei won't try to execute me on false charges - I mean no harm to any of the liberating forces."

"I understand. The likelihood is that you think I'm some sort of threat. I hope that the Geheime Reichspolizei won't try to execute me on false charges - I mean no harm to any of the liberating forces."

"That's up to them, and to be honest I could care less." The tank ran over a surrending group of Communist soldiers, fired a few shells into a building and crushed civilian vehicles on it's way to the rest of the company it was part of. It soon ran out of ammo and headed back to the Puritanian lines for a repsupply. While the tank was being refueled and loaded with ammo, the soldier who had grabbed Kara and the orphan into the tank took them to an officer of the Geheime Reichspolizei. The officer smirked as he took them into custody. The orphan was given food while Kara was taken into an empty tent. Soon the same officer came in with his torture kit. He put the kit on the ground, opened it and took out a tool used for ripping one's eyes out. "Now... For your sake, be cooperative. Full name and rank? How many Communists are there in the city?"

"That's up to them, and to be honest I could care less." The tank ran over a surrending group of Communist soldiers, fired a few shells into a building and crushed civilian vehicles on it's way to the rest of the company it was part of. It soon ran out of ammo and headed back to the Puritanian lines for a repsupply. While the tank was being refueled and loaded with ammo, the soldier who had grabbed Kara and the orphan into the tank took them to an officer of the Geheime Reichspolizei. The officer smirked as he took them into custody. The orphan was given food while Kara was taken into an empty tent. Soon the same officer came in with his torture kit. He put the kit on the ground, opened it and took out a tool used for ripping one's eyes out. "Now... For your sake, be cooperative. Full name and rank? How many Communists are there in the city?"

"My name is Kara Aranov. I once was a secretary who worked for the leader of the National Salvation Front but I have not, at all, cared much for what he believed in. I only took the job to get myself a way out of the hell that was Communist Soryanastan. At the moment, I really doubt any Communists remain. You've pounded the city to shit so thoroughly that I don't think any would remain. There is an underground bunker where the Communist leaders can be found. It's heavily defended. Any more questions, officer? I'll be co-operative. I have no reason to hate you. I am not a Communist. Never have been. Never will."

"You sound like you're not too grateful for what the Empire has done to liberate your country... Tell me where the bunker is and I'll ignore it."

"You sound like you're not too grateful for what the Empire has done to liberate your country... Tell me where the bunker is and I'll ignore it."

Kara smiled. "I'm just happy that this conflict will soon end. The bunker's deep within what you'd call the heart of the city - in one of the old government buildings the Communists seized for themselves."

"Good." The officer ordered two soldiers to guard Kara while he made sure that the troops knew where the bunkers were. "If you lied to me you'll regret that you were born."

Soldiers began gathering around the government buildings in Olyan. Lieutenant Amanda Creutzfeldt and her platoon were ordered to storm the parliament building and were given three flamethrowers for the job. Every government building was stormed simultaneously. Everyone wearing anything even remotely resembling the clothes of a Communist government official was thrown out of the window and onto the street. In the basements soldiers were busy blowing their through the steel doors. Amanda's platoon was packed in a hallway while an engineer planted explosives at a steel door. When the door was in pieces, the platoon charged in...