NationStates Jolt Archive

Quick Recap-In the aftermath of the war with the Empire, Comorostan finds itself under new leadership; that of Premier General Cyrano Jones. The government is still consolidating its power and there are numerous problems to be addressed.

Map of Comorostan (Finally!!)-http://i546.photobucket.com/albums/hh415/CptL/MapofComorostan.jpg

Comorostani News: Ex-Premier Mike Akos today apologized to the people of Comorostan and the people of The Philippiniada for starting the recent war between the two countries, which was recently resolved. Philippiniada continues to occupy the city of New Kinsa under treaty, and will continue to do so for two years.
Two Days Later
Comorostani News: Ex-Premier Mike Akos was found dead in his house yesterday by government security police. The ex-Premier was found with a bullet in his head, and the government Public Relations Office is announcing it was a suicide, possibly brought about by Akos' complicity in starting the war with Philippiniada.
The Same Day
Comorostani News: Major oil companies have found massive deposits of oil in northeastern Comorostan. Premier General Cyrano Jones is calling the find, "A blessing for the people of Comorostan so soon after the destructive and unnecessary war."

Any nations/companies wishing to play a part in developing Comorostan's oil fields please fill out the following form:
Name of Company:
Name of Nation:
Number of Personnel (total):
Number of Security Personnel (no more than 40):
Weapons (nothing larger than submachine guns):
Special Requests:

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Name of Company: Jakran National Oil Corporation (state run)
Name of Nation: Jakra
Personnel: 300 (original office load, will likely grow)
Security: 35 (more locals to be hired if expanded)
Weapons: HK P30 pistols and MP5A3s
Requests: tax incentives for assistance in the war

Name of Company: Contra Pago Mucho Inc.
Name of Nation: Spain
Number of Personnel (total): 8,210
Number of Security Personnel (no more than 40): 106
Weapons (nothing larger than submachine guns): AK-47
Special Requests: Larger security personnel along with larger AK-47s.

This is also a request, not an offer and terms will be negotiated. We'd also like to inquire about the taxation on imports/exports and overall business expenditures and profit.

To Jakra: Offer accepted. Discounts will be made on import/export tariffs and taxes

To El Centro de tierras: First, please explain why you need that many more security and weapons. Second, because of your assistance in the recent war, discounts will be made on tariffs and taxes. The newly discovered oil fields are expected to very lucrative.

(OOC: 1. This is a private company, with no connection to el Centro de Tierras, 2. It's from Spain, and 3. It's a furnishing company that uses child labor.)

We are furniture company that has become the largest in our home country of Spain, and as thus we are branching out to growing countries to establish another placement of corporate domination. The extra guards are for defense of the facilities that we are running and the over eight thousand would simply be the start up, we are expecting to be running over thirty thousand people in eighteen factories across your nation, and with your recent government change we can't allow such large assets to go un-adequately protected. We are still waiting for answers on our previous questions, and what are you ailments against volunteered child labor?

We have no qualms against child labor, so long as the children are volunteers or it is necessary for the family's survival. We have no problem with a large number of service personnel, and the increased guards are acceptable, but we fail to see why you would need assault rifles. So increased number of guards is OK, assault rifles not OK for now. Know that there will be Comorostani military forces based nearby to defend to oil wells.

OOC-centro, can I assume that we found your sniper? cause this RP jumps ahead like three days, and I doubt he could stay out of touch that long

IC-Comorostani News: Several riots occurred today in Muirek as Hijim (minority ethnic group) took to the streets to protest government control of the oil fields. The leader of the Hijim Autonomous Party said, "The government has no right to these oil fields. These fields are on Hijim lands, and therefore the Hijim should have control." In response, Premier General Cyrano Jones said he is deploying additional security forces to the area, and to Muirek in particular.

Name of Company: BlackWell Oil Company
Name of Nation: Ralkovia
Number of Personnel (total): 12,000
Number of Security Personnel (no more than 40): 40
Weapons (nothing larger than submachine guns): XM8
Special Requests: Permission to use the XM8 assault rifle.

We have no qualms against child labor, so long as the children are volunteers or it is necessary for the family's survival. We have no problem with a large number of service personnel, and the increased guards are acceptable, but we fail to see why you would need assault rifles. So increased number of guards is OK, assault rifles not OK for now. Know that there will be Comorostani military forces based nearby to defend to oil wells.

[OOC: Only if you or Filipiniado is willing to carpet bomb an area of 10km in his country.]

Perhaps we could settle on an assault rifle in carbine configuration? And, we will begin construction in Sulima of our first furnishing company, and perhaps will begin a distribution company. The first group of some six hundred construction workers are being sent within a week, with a guard of men, once the weapon allowance has been agreed upon they will be sent. And, in time of civil strife we understand that your government will not have our factory on your high priority list to protect, but I guarantee my guards will.

Jakran National Oil Corporation memo to Comorstani government:
Request the allowance of the oil rig deployment ship, JS Gold Digger to Comorstani waters to search for and (if found) deploy rigs on the deposits. And for increased security allowances against the increasingly militant Muirek as Hijim protestors at the headquarters and the oil fields.
FYI The Current Roster
Personnel: 12,000 (2,500 Jakran rest locals)
Security: 600 (100 Jakran, rest local)
Weapons: M4 Carbine replaced the MP5

BlackWell: Accepted, but please no assault rifles, please use carbine models

Contra Pago Mucho Inc: Very well, you may use a carbine version of the AK (the AKS-74U works fine)

Jakran National Oil Corporation: Offer accepted, you may deploy your ship, we will provide naval escort. increased security personnel accepted, you may now carry carbines

OOC-Im off for the night

OOC-Im back!!:D
IC-Comorostani News: Riots continued today in Muirek as Internal Security Force troopers clashed with rioters. 14 rioters were killed, 73 injured. The ISF detained over 100 subversives and has been given authority to commence a crackdown of Hijim political parties and activist groups.

Jakran National Oil Corporation: The JS Gold Digger will be escorted by a Type 23 frigate and two Castle class patrol vessels.

Encryped Comunique to the Comorostani Government from Jakra
To Premier General Jones, the JS Gold Digger has found 3 major oil deposits off the Comorostani coast, they contain enough oil and natural gas to last upwards of 150 years for both our nations with 50% exports, we request a monopoly on drilling rights and in exchange 50% of the recovered oil and gas is yours. We also propose a petroleum alliance between us, to manage this great find's sale and price.
From, President John Henry Eden

Encrypted Communique to the Jakran Government from Comorostan:
These deposits will go a long way to the rebuilding of our nation and future growth. We would like 60% of all recovered oil and gas. In return, we will grant a monopoly on offshore drilling and further reduce tariffs and taxes on your companies basing in Comorostan.

Offer accepted, drilling willl begin at once, please direct naval security forces to the defense of the rigs.

Roger that, additional naval forces will be sent. Also, we would like to deploy a few units of Internal Security Force troopers to the rigs themselves, and deploy SAMs and ASMs on the rigs.

Riots continue in Muirek. Protesters burn an office belonging to Contra Pago Mucho Inc., and kill three Jakran National Oil Corporation workers. The Internal Security Force presence in Muirek is increased three-fold.

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The first ships were filled with kids no older then seventeen, they were the most experienced workers in Contra Pago Mucho Inc., as most of them had been working since they were nine, sixty-five percent of their pay was taxed away by Contra Pago Mucho Inc., for transportation, food and clothing costs. In earnest this was pretty modest, as each of them only made around thirty thousand USD a year, and didn't have to pay for housing or food. These years were the best of any worker, except for the higher-ups, as the child death rate was approximately forty-six percent, but once at the age old enough to be a "construction" worker, it had dropped to about six percent, adding to that back in Spain the survivors of the Contra Pago Mucho Inc. way of life were considered better to have then college graduates, not because of their book learning, which was limited to reading, writing and a bit of algebra, but their common sense was considered astronomical. Being one of the most valuable assets to "la organización" they were followed by an escort of speed boats, a large ship that was most-likely pirated from a random nation's military, and an escort of sixty-one "corporativo amigos", or caca as they were affectionately called behind their backs.

They had sailed two weeks previous to the current date and had finally landed in Sulima. La organización had already purchased four houses in the middle of a suburb of the city, and were preparing the bribe the state officials if the factory was against any of their laws. Currently the construction workers had to shuffle all the equipment to the area where they were set to build on. After that easy task each of them was given some kind of hard object, mostly a sledgehammer, and were sent out to level most of the building. If they weren't done by the time the heavy equipment came to rip out the more concrete structure then their pay would be reduced that month by ten percent. La cacas had an amusing time of watching the poor bastards going to work, sitting in a surrounding perimeter with their guns next to them, sipping rum or some other kind of drink.

Riots continue in Muirek. Protesters burn an office belonging to Contra Pago Mucho Inc., and kill three Jakran National Oil Corporation workers. The Internal Security Force presence in Muirek is increased three-fold.

[OOC: You can't TELL me what damage I took, and I don't have any assets in Muirek, nor do I have any threw out your country, except the one I'm currently building.]

[OOC: You can't TELL me what damage I took, and I don't have any assets in Muirek, nor do I have any threw out your country, except the one I'm currently building.]

OOC-whoops, my bad, ok then, how about this:

IC-Comorostani News: An update-protesters did not actually burn an office belonging to Contra Pago Mucho Inc., but did in fact torch a building belonging to the Comorostani Oil Conglomerate, the leading Comorostani company in the development of the oil fields.

OOC-whoops, my bad, ok then, how about this:

IC-Comorostani News: An update-protesters did not actually burn an office belonging to Contra Pago Mucho Inc., but did in fact torch a building belonging to the Comorostani Oil Conglomerate, the leading Comorostani company in the development of the oil fields.

[OOC: That's alright, you can say ICly that you've destroyed my army, as long as you don't actually believe ICly you did it, but you need to make that clarified. Anyways, I'm willing for you to attack the building currently being built, and are there any zoning laws in your nation about how close a factory can be to a house?]

No, there are no zoning laws, besides, Sulima is a SEZ (Special Economic Zone), and therefore there's a larger amount of industry, so you could just say you're building the factory there.

[OOC: What kind of laws do you have against what corporations could do in Sulima?]

OOC-wait, that was a little confusing, are you asking what business practices are and aren't allowed?

[OOC: Yea, pretty much.]

OOC-ok, thanks for clearing that up

IC-There are practically no limitations on business practices, so long as they don't endanger residents of Sulima or pose a threat to Comorostani security.

Comorostani News: Hijim leaders are protesting the establishment of a Contra Pago Mucho Inc. factory in Sulima. Hijim leader Davro Stalimas says his group, the Native Freedom Party, is planning to picket the construction site.

Name of Company: BlackWell Oil Company
Name of Nation: Ralkovia
Number of Personnel (total): 12,000
Number of Security Personnel (no more than 40): 40
Weapons (nothing larger than submachine guns): XM8
Special Requests: Permission to use the XM8 assault rifle.

BlackWell, we are still awaiting confirmation on your desire to set up in Comorostan.

John Ramirez, CEO of Contra Pago Mucho Inc. released a statement, in response to the Native Freedom Party, "I am John Ramirez, CEO of Contra Pago Mucho, and I will be making my statement very blunt, incredibly so. If the NFP lowers the efficiency of my company, a single millionth of a percent actions will be taken to forcibly remove your group. We respect your right to freedom of speech, but we also hold our own rights to private business being unhampered by zealots. This is not my country but it is my business, I did not gain my position threw pleasurable deeds, and I will continue to do whatever it takes to maintain my position of power and to also increase it. Dissidents who aim their aggression at trying to sabotage my business will be liable to my justice." His face was solid, a serious aura could be felt by anyone who was close enough, "We are also requesting the Comoreños government allows us to increase our security detail to two hundred personnel, both for the interest the business and my employees."

The reaction to Ramirez's statement was quick. Hundreds of Hijim descended upon the work site. Premier General Jones immediately sends out ISF and SWORD.
AT THE CONSTRUCTION SITE
The protesters were growing more and more violent, yelling abuses at the workers and daring the guards to shoot them. Then the ISF arrived. Four Saxon APCs sped up and disgorged 40 ISF troopers in full riot gear, armed with G36Cs. They moved quickly, using rifle butts and batons to force their way to the ringleaders, cuffing them and hauling them into the APCs. When troopers made the mistake of attempting to arrest Davro Stalimas, the mob exploded. Hijim swarmed the ISF troopers, attacking them with their fists, with knives, and with crude clubs. The troopers, under full-scale attack, went into disaster mode, and fired their G36Cs into the crowd. Six dropped dead, followed by several more wounded. Then SWORD arrived in Fuchs APCs, 6 in all. The next hour was a scene of violence unparalleled since the war, with SWORD and the ISF making every effort to detain or kill each and every protester. And the Comorostani news services caught in all on live TV.

Total Casualties:
Hjim-27 killed, 46 wounded, over 120 arrested, including wounded
ISF-three wounded; one serious, two minor
SWORD-none

In Muirek, word of the violence was kept under wraps, thanks to an all-pervasive ISF and police presence. However, the stories from the few who manged to escape were by now being heard by Hijim across the city.

no, it ended like it says after about an hour.

CEO Ramirez appeared again on to make another statement. "The NPF was lucky that their nation has such a quick response and very good training at that. For I guarantee you that if you maintained the mockery towards my men as you did for just two minutes longer, or if your nation's security forces didn't arrive quick enough, it would be an indiscriminate slaughter. I do not take the lives of my men as a joke, daring my men to shoot you, I'm both astounded and perplexed by their remarkable amount of self discipline, but next time you won't be so lucky." The same aura, and the same two part speech. "We are waiting for the response to our request for increased private security, as the houses will not be demolished for atleast another week. Along with that I must add that the next time a group of over one hundred people begin to "picket" my business and become agitated then my men's fingers will also be agitated in a way that would be compulsory for them to shoot. That is all." He stepped down from the podium, the forty-three other security personnel allowed to enter the country were on their way, and would be land borne in two days. But this time they had AK-47s, which were hidden in inconspicuous crates, and if any port authorities tried to confiscate them a lump bribe of a hundred thousand USD was prepared to be thrown at them to turn the other way.

OOC-you only have assets in Sulima, correct?
Muirek
By now, the videos from the construction site had reached the few Hijim activist groups that had been unaware of what had happened in Sulima. The videos had also reached a group who had been thought destroyed in a previous conflict, a group who had the resources and the connections to make Comorostan and Contra Pago Mucho pay dearly...
Basilixa, Capital of Comorostan
Premier General Cyrano Jones looked over the after-action reports from SWORD and the ISF. It was clear to him that the Hijim were near the breaking point. He remembered the last time the Hijim had tried to rise up. We had had to level a whole city before that ended, he thought. Must it happen again? Jones was determined to keep his country stable until the new-found oil wealth was fully harnessed, and that meant keeping the Hijim on a tight leash. No, he thought, we have to keep them in a cage.

OOC-Im off for the night

[OOC: Yea. Also, waiting for a response to my request for more men...]

President Eden watched the tapes of the riots with major concern, "the Hijim could potentially ruin the oil revenues,"he thought " take this tape to the Director of the FSF and the Minister of Homeland Security, tell them to make and distribute an anti-riot field manual to the security in Comorostan and have anti riot measures put up around the oil fields. I will not let this get out of control!" he snapped at his secretary who quickly retrived the tape and left, leaving Eden to ponder the possible outcomes for this crisis.

[OOC: Yea. Also, waiting for a response to my request for more men...]

Your request is accepted. In addition, we will be sending SWORD and ISF units to protect your assets and those of the Jakran oil firm.

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Hijim workers at wells belonging to the Comorostani Oil Conglomerate have begun to strike. Premier General Jones has called in the ISF to break up the strikes.

At One of the Oil Wells
The ISF roared up in their customary fashion, all weapons ready. The Hijim at this plant, Well 402A, had unexpectedly taken over the plant and killed or captured most of the workers and security personnel. 4 Saxon APCs raced down the road towards the well. After breaching the gate, the troopers dismounted and advanced toward the collection of building when suddenly, "What is that guy holding?" wondered one of the troopers out loud. One of the Hijim had appeared outside the building hoilding something over his shoulder. It took a few seconds for anyone to recognize it. "RPG!!!" shouted the unit leader, "GET DOWN!! NOW!!" The trooper dropped to the ground firing at the Hijim. He went down, but to late. The RPG fired and in seconds one of the Saxons was reduced to a burning wreck. Then every building cam alive as Hijim fired AKs out the windows. "HOLY SH*T!!" exclaimed the team leader. He retreated back to the lead Saxon and got on the radio. "This is Unit 417, we're at Well 402 Alpha, we're under fire! Hijim have occupied the well, they are armed with assault rifles and an RPG!! We need backup!" Then a second RPG blew away that Saxon, and the team leader's world went black.

Comorostani News: An Internal Security Force unit going to break up a strike at an oil well was attacked by armed Hijim workers. The government has not yet released a statement and no one has claimed responsibility. The screen goes to static. A man appears on screen, in a balaclava and surrounded by hooded men armed with AK-107s "We are the Holy Freedom Fighters of Light. You thought us destroyed. You were wrong. We declare independence for the Holy Kingdom of Aztan. All who resist us will die."

The two hundred men had arrived about yesterday, along with the larger equipment and the workers ripping down the buildings had completed their part about a day early and they were given that extra day to rest and recuperate from the two weeks hard work. But as the day started the enemy again sat back as the massive machines got to work ripping out the solid structures of the skeleton buildings. The men on guard had all switched from AKS-74u's to HK-416's, their uniform had stayed the same from the day they had arrived, black pants, camouflage jacket and blue bandanna around their head.

Ramirez had decided that day that to buy an area outside of the city, which he would use as a tri-purpose complex, a patent of Contra Pago Mucho Inc., it would be used as an office space, recruitment station and worker's barracks, a ring would be built around the structure about three point eight meters high and a meter thick, attached to the wall would the be the Caca's barracks, and ten men would constantly be manning the perimeter, however these plans would not even be started until the factory was atleast half finished, and for now the workers slept at the site, along with the security.

Oil Drilling platform #1732, Off the Comorostani Coast

The well was quiet except for the humming machinery, despite being the only oil well without a Comorostani ISF unit or missle defenses (the ISF was preoccupied), Well Overseer Phillips wasn't worried. No one could snnek up on the wel without getting by the coast guard patrols and the well's own camera's and searchlights. Phillips sat down in the command chair and turned his atention away from the TV moniters to the one with his favorite sitcom.

A Small Speedboat Near Well #1732

Lueitenent Asham watched the well through his binoculars "a testament to foreign greed" he thought "well soon it will be a message to Premier Jones and his ignorant govenment". He kissed the Cross around his neck before ordering his speedboat forward as his accelerated out of the darkness, then 2 more followed in it's wake, all three loaded with Holy Commandos ready to die for their cause. The three boats skimmed over the water quickly through the gaps between the searchlights, "well at least memorizing the light patterns wasn't a waste of time" Asham thought. Then the boats moved near one of the rig's support pillars, and after a minute of searching they found the mantinence ladder built onto it. The 1st boat moved to the ladder and it's complement of 10 men moved up and aboard after this was repeated twice more all men were aboard, the boats had been anchored at the post for a quick escape if necessary.
Once aboard the Commandos spread out to their assigned tasks, Team one secured the barracks, team two the guards and anyone wandering the ship and finally Asham's team secured the command room, after securing the shocked overseer with the rest of the crew, Asham readied the TV camera to make his adress.
The adress started with Asham wearing a balaclava flanked by 2 similarly dressed compatriots wielding AK-107s in front of the Freedom Fighter's flag on the control deck. "This is a message to the foreign oil companies stealing our oil and the Comorostani Government" he declared "you have 72 hours to release all Holy Freedom Fighters from your prisons and revoke the oil companies license to drill, then the oil money will be put into a trust fund of the Hijim Council and give them, the monopoly on all Comorostani Oil revenues and drilling rights" he paused " If you do not comply all hands on this rig will be killed and the rig blown up,... Remember 72 hours" he paused again, then his comrades joined in for his final Message " For the Holy Freedom Fighters of Light: Glory be to God!!!"

OOC-Tape was sent to Comorostani,and Jakran Governments plus Centro's oil company.

The response was immediate. The nearby naval vessels destroyed the boats, then waited as three MH-53M Pave Low IV helicopters, each carrying 38 SWORD commandos, lifted off from Sulima and headed towards the well at full speed.

Eden was furious, "these terrorists want to screw with me fine, we'll retaliate and show them not to mess with us!" he growled to his cabinet "Find any and all HFFoL camps and bomb them back to the Stone Age!". His cabinet at once picked up their encrypted phones and began giving out orders.

OOC-thats going to be kinda hard, even my country doesn't know where the camps are

OOC-you don't argue with Eden when he's angry!

At the Oil Rig
The MH-53Ms approached just above the water. Upon approaching the rig, they rose, firing on any Hijim unlucky enough to be on the rig with their miniguns. As they cleared the deck, the SWORD commandos rappelled off the helicopter and began sweeping the remainder of the rig.

Asham knew this would happen as the SWORD teams rappeled down, and he had come prepared his men had laid Claymores at several critcal points on the rig, once the SWORD were close enough his men would detonate them and then mop up whatever remained of SWORD and bring down the helicopters with a steady diet of RPGs and SA-7s.

With a metallic clang, the first SWORD commandos hit the deck, fanning out to sweep the various buildings on the rig. Meanwhile, the helicopters continued to fly around the rig, providing covering fire from their miniguns.

Suddenly a pair of SA-7s lanced out twoards a orbiting MH-53M, and a claymore mine detonated as a SWORD team opened and walked through the command tower's base( of the tower) door.

"SH*T!!!" exclaimed the SWORD leader. All that was left of the three commandos was bits and pieces. Then the SAMs fired. "Use the smoke trails and take them out!"
The MH-53M had been equipped with the latest in defensive measures and was able to avoid the SAMs. The miniguns now changed targets to the SAM men.

It had been a week's time since the new Cacas arrived, and there had been a solid growth in the construction. The first layer was a metal sheet connected to a metal beam, the top was currently in construction and simultaneously they were adding more details to ground-level walls in preparation to put insulation, the final layer would be oak, then the inside would be added with another layer of oak also, for aesthetics. The top however would be layered with canvas, no having the same structural integrity has the ground-level walls. Port holes would be cut out for circulation, but they'll be able to close manually.

The workers were in full swing with the help from the crane and the main door was so large and the building is the correct condition to be used a shelter and fit both human and machine. It was expected that the perimeter of the factory was almost complete and would take another week. After that the tools and assembly line would be put in. After that they would begin construction on the barracks. A total of a hundred twenty-six Cacas would be guarding the factory at all times during construction and after.

La Cacas were working on raising watch towers, and they successfully raised two, on in the northeast corner and one in the southwest. They was a planned total of four watch towers at every corner. Along with that the exterior perimeter would be lined with sand bag fortification. Once that was completed they would probably force the neighbors to leave for a low price for their houses.

The five Hijim had been specially tasked for this assignment. They were carrying a disassembled 82mm mortar stolen from a Comorostani armory. When they reached the proper spot, they set up the mortar, concealed by trees and shrubs. Adjusting for trajectory and wind, they quickly positioned the mortar, and fired off four quick rounds towards their target: the Contra Pago Mucho construction site. Four rounds went out the tube, but the fifth round had been specially prepared by the Holy Freedom Fighters of Light. As they slid it down the mortar, it exploded, killing all four Hijim and destroying any trace of the mortar. Meanwhile, the four rounds continued on towards the construction site.

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On the Oil Rig
The miniguns shredded one of the SA-7 gunners while the other ducked and rolled behind cover. He decided now would be the best time to break out the good stuff and pulled a brand new 9K38 Igla(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9K38_Igla) out of it's reinforced casing and moved to another platform on the rig and took aim at another MH-35M. "Glory be to God you atheist fools" he thought as he pulled the trigger.

OOC-that, my friend, is godmodding. I control what weapons they have, and its Eastern Bloc only. So just edit it to say its some new high tech Russian SAM.

OOC-Wtf how is that godmodding, for right now i decide what their using since im controlling them and if they buy or steal 3 or 4 stingers what's the problem? But since we're friends i'll change it.

OOC-kool. and w/e i just want to keep the stingers to myself :D

OOC-Greedy fool! (LOL just BSing u)

OOC-Ive heard worse...
IC-The Igla missile practically ignored the MH-53M's defenses. It slammed into the cockpit, engulfing the front of the helicopter in smoke and flames. The chopper spiraled three times in the air, then slammed into the edge of the platform. It then continued on down until it hit the ocean.

OOC-Wtf how is that godmodding, for right now i decide what their using since im controlling them and if they buy or steal 3 or 4 stingers what's the problem? But since we're friends i'll change it.

OOC-also, it makes more sense if its Russian weapons, cause after my military modernization there's tons of Russian weapons lying around for them to steal

The Freedom Fighter ducked under cover before another orbiting Helo could attack him, he then gave a quick prayer of thanks to God and ran back to the missle stash for another Igla.

The gunner grabbed another Igla from his stash and ran to an empty weapon emplacement platform, took aim and fired!

The remaining MH-53Ms were wise to the Igla threat now, and were able to doge this one. Meanwhile, a SWORD commando ran up the platform, raised a Mk. 23, and fired five shots into the Freedom Fighter's back.

The Freedom Fighter collapsed but as he died, pulled the pin of a frag grenade and tossed it twoards the SWORD agents.

Meanwhile at the secondary barracks entrance the claymore turned out to be a dud, the SWORD team then killed the Freedom Fighter Guard as he came out to engage them.

The SWORD commando kicked the grenade over the edge, and it detonated harmlessly in the air over the ocean. Meanwhile the commandos had begun moving deeper into the rig to secure the remaining hostages.

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OOC-and still waiting for el centro to reply to the fact that I mortared his construction site

The construction had received the mortars and the damage wrought was no unrepairable and soon the main structure and beams that had been originally damaged in the attack were either replaced or repair. As for the human cost of life there was a minor shrapnel injury and loss of a limb both being construction workers. The man who lost his leg was resigned to duty as a factory worker where he would work the rest of his years out for the company.

The guards began patrolling up and down the streets, covering an area of about a kilometer squared. Still security was being mustered effectively and anyone who did not turn around when they were told to was shot on sight, no questions asked. If the guards so someone who they deemed suspicious they shot without warning. If a person looked as though they were about to lose control of their dog then the dog would be shot quickly. All in all the bombing served to make things more hard going for the civilians around the factory.

Despite the minor set back of the mortar strike the factory had finished in inner furnishings and the exterior walls were also near completion. A shipment of another two hundred factory workers was expected to be on its way today and would arrive several days from now. Plans were being drawn up for the barracks/office that was in a more rural area.

After another hour of fighting, the oil rig was secure. Final casualties for SWORD were one helicopter and its 6 crew, and 23 commandos. The Hijim had fought hard the entire battle, but superior training won out. All hostages were found and released unharmed. But the leader, Asham, was no where to be found.

I don't know if this is too late, but

Name of Company:Albundanian Oil (the only Albundanian state oil company)
Name of Nation:Albundania
Number of Personnel (total):140
Number of Security Personnel (no more than 40):40
Weapons (nothing larger than submachine guns): P90s?
Special Requests: Could we put an aircraft carrier off-shore to help protect the facility?

Small warehouse on the Coast:
Asham was lucky to be alive only he and his 2 bodyguards had managed to escape by using scuba gear hidden in one of the rig's pillars and leaving through a mantinence hatch. He silently cursed the Comorostanis as he dried off, after drying off and a quick meal, he and his bodyguards got into the SUV parked outside and left for his rendevous.

OOC- the rig was siezed by the Holy freedom Fighters of Light, not the Hijm, the HFFoL are working with the Hijim though. But please understand this in the future.

I don't know if this is too late, but

Name of Company:Albundanian Oil (the only Albundanian state oil company)
Name of Nation:Albundania
Number of Personnel (total):140
Number of Security Personnel (no more than 40):40
Weapons (nothing larger than submachine guns): P90s?
Special Requests: Could we put an aircraft carrier off-shore to help protect the facility?

ITS NOT TOO LATE AT ALL. (sorry had caps lock on) You may station an aircraft carrier off our shores.

Small warehouse on the Coast:
Asham was lucky to be alive only he and his 2 bodyguards had managed to escape by using scuba gear hidden in one of the rig's pillars and leaving through a mantinence hatch. He silently cursed the Comorostanis as he dried off, after drying off and a quick meal, he and his bodyguards got into the SUV parked outside and left for his rendevous.

OOC- the rig was siezed by the Holy freedom Fighters of Light, not the Hijm, the HFFoL are working with the Hijim though. But please understand this in the future.

OOC-the Holy Freedom Fighters of Light ARE Hijim.

OOC- no they aren't, you said yourself earlier in this tread that the Hijim hired the Holy Freedom Fighters

Unknown Forest in unknown Country
Asham was well rested, he had slept on the flight and was almost to the camp. he pulled the SUV up to the camp's gate and proceded in after a quick ID check. Once inside he and his bodyguards went to the Commander's tent and were let in. the Commander of the Holy Freedom Fighters was ot what one would expect, he was a short squat man but made up for his physical weakness by being a genius at military strategy. Inside the tent was the commander his guard, and the 11 other sector leaders with their guards (one each). The meeting began well, but quickly became hostile with 6 of the sector leaders rallying behind one named Musayf (7 in total). Musayf blamed the commander for the recent mission's failure and demanded he step down from his post, then when Asham and the remaining SLs defended the Commander, Musayf opened fire calling them traitors.
The insurrection was over in under 2 minutes with Asham personally downing Musayf with a shot to the temple, but the cost was heavy. All 7 of the insurrectionists and 3 loyalists died leaving only Asham and 2 SLs. Saddest of all, the Commander was shot almost directly on the heart. In his finally dieing breath he said the rites of death, and passed his title and it's duties onto Asham. Asham's first act as Commande was to hold a service for the departed Commander and declare himself the next Commander Abraham of the Holy freedom Fighters.

OOC-all leaders of the HFFoL are officially Abraham once they become commander

bump, yo!!!
and just so I said I did:
I HAVE N00KS!!!!

As soon as the terrorist stepped out, the SWORD team went into action. They had tracked the Holy Freedom Fighters of Light all this way from the oil rig skirmish, and now they were going to finish the job. The minute the terrorist leader stepped out, the sniper fired off all 20 rounds, putting 5 into the leader's head, 5 into his body, and 10 more into the heads of various other terrorists. The other 9 SWORD commandos rushed down, G-36Cs blazing 5.56mm death at the terrorists. None would be spared. None deserved it.

bump

[OOC:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14563148&postcount=68
still haven't gotten a reply on that yet. Not that it really warrants it but I want to give you another chance to attack.]

With the failure of the last attack, the Hijim decided to try again.
Scal Zakman was a non-Hijim, but that hadn't stopped him from joining their ranks. He'd been fighting the Comorostani government for years. He had been told that today was a recon mission. Just drive by and take a few pictures. When he ignored the guard's warnings, he was filled full of bullets. Just as the timer hit 0:00. The car was engulfed in a ball of fire as C4 detonated, killing everything in a 15 meter radius. The car shredded into little pieces, which were flung at terminal velocity in all directions. Including towards the construction site.

At around the same time, a Hijim car bomb attack on a cafe in Muirek killed 14 ISF troopers. The ISF responded with the biggest sweep since the last rebellion. Over 6,000 people, Hijim and non-Hijim, were picked up by the sinister black Saxon APCs of the ISF and dragged off for interrogation.

The construction had received the mortars and the damage wrought was no unrepairable and soon the main structure and beams that had been originally damaged in the attack were either replaced or repair. As for the human cost of life there was a minor shrapnel injury and loss of a limb both being construction workers. The man who lost his leg was resigned to duty as a factory worker where he would work the rest of his years out for the company.

The guards began patrolling up and down the streets, covering an area of about a kilometer squared. Still security was being mustered effectively and anyone who did not turn around when they were told to was shot on sight, no questions asked. If the guards so someone who they deemed suspicious they shot without warning. If a person looked as though they were about to lose control of their dog then the dog would be shot quickly. All in all the bombing served to make things more hard going for the civilians around the factory.

Despite the minor set back of the mortar strike the factory had finished in inner furnishings and the exterior walls were also near completion. A shipment of another two hundred factory workers was expected to be on its way today and would arrive several days from now. Plans were being drawn up for the barracks/office that was in a more rural area.

[OOC: Bolded is important. If the man got that close he would be shot, now if he blew up as soon as he got stopped by a security that'd be acceptable, but simply put, he wouldn't get that close without getting shot at. Alot.]

OOC-OK, it's editied to say you shot him. Then the car exploded.

The the two guards that had stopped the driver were blown to hundreds of pieces, the surrounding houses became death traps as shrapnel generated from the explosion cut the people inside to shreds. The incident was filed, but it would not be turned into the government, this was something that would not be allowed. It was ordered that every street end within the squared kilometer area would be built up with sand bags and have two men stationed. Everyone that was not a Contra Pago Mucho Inc. employee was forced to leave, or the consequence would be a fresh addition of lead to the diet of the individual, something that was easily practiced.

Meanwhile the factory had finally been completed and the workers were put to work, however it was deemed unsafe to move from the current area so the evacuated houses were the target of massive bull dozing efforts coupled with construction workers using their sledgehammers to help bring down the surrounding buildings. The whole area would be under Contra Pago Mucho Inc. control, if the CEO be damned.

John Ramirez ordered two men to go out onto a journey to gather information on the attacking group that was suspected of Hijm origin. The two men who would be sent out would be Cornel Meal and Caleb Solis, they began their journey now. They were equipped with normal clothing, stealth would be their main ally, cell phones that were EMP-hardened along with an FN-49 pistol. The men headed out from the CPM-Zone at night as to not arouse suspicion and they soon headed towards the city's most popular tavern/bar/pub and they practiced their Arabic as they went.

The Comorostani response was immediate. Contra Pago Mucho, Inc., was given official control over the area it had occupied, and additional ISF troopers were stationed nearby.
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As Cornel Meal and Caleb Solis walked towards the bar, they were confronted by three Hijim, with scars on their faces. They produced CZ-24 submachine guns. "Hello. You have been selected to donate all your money to the Hijim Assistance Fund. Hand it over." said the leader, gesturing with his gun.

[The following is in Arabic, unless an * is placed before hand.]

"Fucking, shit." Caleb Solis and Cornel Meal knew a single move would plausibly be the end of their careers, and an end of their kind of career was adjacent to death, something neither of them wanted. They both reached into their pockets, revealing the sum of around six hundred dollars each, though they were both wise enough to leave between five and ten dollars in their pocket. Their guns were hidden between their belts and boxers thus a quick glance wouldn't reveal that they were holding any kind of firearms. "You know, if you just asked without the gun I'd be just as likely to give money to a fellow muslim, my friend."

Abraham looked over his map of Comorostan, each target sucessfully hit was covered in a red circle, every unsucessful a blue and every planned a yellow. He dismissed his lutenents and went deep into thought. "We need to show Comorostan and it's allies how far we are willing to go to hurt them, and that no matter the cost we will always fight on" He jerked upright, the perfect idea had come to him. it was difficult but few things weren't these days. He picked up his prepaid phone(they changed every week) and began making calls.

The leader grabbed the money. "Your contribution is appreciated." In a few minutes the three men were off the sidewalk and moving down the alley. No one had made a single move to help them. In a matter of minutes the three Hijim were gone.

As soon as the terrorist stepped out, the SWORD team went into action. They had tracked the Holy Freedom Fighters of Light all this way from the oil rig skirmish, and now they were going to finish the job. The minute the terrorist leader stepped out, the sniper fired off all 20 rounds, putting 5 into the leader's head, 5 into his body, and 10 more into the heads of various other terrorists. The other 9 SWORD commandos rushed down, G-36Cs blazing 5.56mm death at the terrorists. None would be spared. None deserved it.

OOC-jakra, I was talking about Abraham. He currently has 10 bullets in him.

[OOC: Mind if I assume that the men simply went up a block and then turned to take a left and are currently going down the street, talking casually about how they just robbed my men's asses?]

OOC-sure, you can assume that

OOC-seriously? now i have to make up another evil villian to the lead the HFFoL and i only got to use Abraham for 1 post :(

OOC-haha!!!

OOC-Brilliant idea, how bout the HFFoL leadership is like the Green Brigades from EndWar, where they all use the same name but are different guys? eh? eh?

OOC-that works for me

Abraham hung up the pre-paid and ordered it destroyed. Then he walked over to the wall,on it hug a bronze plaque with a list of names. The names of the leaders before him, while to the world every leader was named Abraham the plaque held the real names. He looked to the bottom "Shori Hazili, he died to protect our leader".The plaque's enscription read Abraham cried softly as he swore a silent oath that no matter what he would get revenge for his brother's death!
OOC-this crap would make a good soap opera :), and if you're a little slow the guy Comorostan killed was a double for this Abraham(Asham Hazili)

"*Those little fuckers man!" Solis stated angrily, though he was not stupid enough to yell it and convey, no matter how minuscule the chance, that he was in need of revenge, "*Fuck these bitch ass mother fuckers, we didn't get payed as much as we fucking do now because we let fucking hairy faced dirt skins push us the fuck around!" Again, not loud enough to pierce the next block, and at this he pulled out his gun, cocking it back to load the first round into the chamber, simply pulling the trigger would suffice to load the weapon, however on the off chance that the trigger had been pulled before or the mechanism had been pulled back before this would cause a round to discharge, not a very likable prospect.

Cornel shook his head, "*For fuck's sakes man, you're right." He said as he repeated the same action as his partner, they ran up the street. Solis made a hand gesture for Cornel to pull back behind him. Solis leaned over to corner in a crouched position, just enough to target people down the street, if he saw the men he would instantly open fire, and yell, "BITCH ASSES, GIVE ME MY MONEY!" Promptly after he opened fired and preferable, though due to his temper perhaps not, after he had seen one of them get hit.

[OOC: It's up to you whether they're down the street, if they are and I can see them RP like I started shooting at you.]

The three Hijim were not used to having their targets shoot back. One of them was killed instantly, shot in the neck. One panicked and ran down the street. The other was a veteran of several street fights. He swung around and opened up with his CZ-24 submachine gun. 7.62mm bullets slammed into the wall and the street.
OOC-Im off for the night

"*Shit!" Solis yelled as he had cement particles flung in front of him, dangerously close to obliterating both his head and existence. "*Cornel, cover me, we'll alternate, Delta-style." He yelled and this was received with an affirmative nod. Solis ran down the street about half way and hugged his body to an alley-way, laying down on his belly, "*Covered!" He yelled, which signaled for Cornel to make his retreat, however he kept his sights trained on the corner, combined with Solis it would turn out to be devastating salvo at such a close range, as soon as he took the turn.

"*Shit!" Solis yelled as he had cement particles flung in front of him, dangerously close to obliterating both his head and existence. "*Cornel, cover me, we'll alternate, Delta-style." He yelled and this was received with an affirmative nod. Solis ran down the street about half way and hugged his body to an alley-way, laying down on his belly, "*Covered!" He yelled, which signaled for Cornel to make his retreat, however he kept his sights trained on the corner, combined with Solis it would turn out to be devastating salvo at such a close range, as soon as he took the turn.

OOC-have you fired yet? or are you still getting in position?

OOC-have you fired yet? or are you still getting in position?

[OOC: After the initial shooting my men are falling back and aiming at the corner, they'll open fire as soon as your guy turns the corner.]

OOC-ok
IC-As the two strangers fled the corner, the last Hijim turned the corner of pursuit. Their guns would fetch a high price on the black market. A wide grin was on his face as he rounded the corner.

Cornel opened first, being closest to the corner, but in quick reaction Solis also unloaded a very sizable amount of bullets. Their combined salvo was aimed primarily at the chest, the largest body mass on the human body and holder of many of the vital organs, it was no wonder any professional trained in firearms to kill had this as their primary target, even snipers.

Abraham personally briefed the HFFoL commandoes on their mission, it was extremely dangerous but highly profitable. The school they would hold hostage contained hundreds of children, seeing their blood would teach the Comorostanis a lesson once and for all. Especially since the Premier had a personal relative attending the school.

OOC-Comorostan if you don't like the relative thing then I'll remove it, if you don't care text me so we can hammer out the details on the relative.

When the bullets slammed into the Hijim, he was dead. No matter that he was still technically alive for a few more minutes. The sheer weight of lead poured into his vitals insured death. And the fact that no one bothered calling ambulances in this part of town didn't help his already slim chances of survival.

OOC-having a relative is fine, just make it a cousin or something

OOC- K,
1.but will they have bodyguards?
2.what age/grade should they be?
3. and if there are bodyguards do u want to control them?

"*He's twitching, bro!" Cornel yelled as he kept his sights on the downed individual, but intermittently used his eyes to scan his surroundings, if anyone called the ambulance they would be forced to turn back to base as quickly as possible, but at the same time he realized that men with larger guns garnished respect, this led to his next though, gaining possession of the firearms that had previously been used to try to kill him and his buddy. Perhaps it wouldn't act a deterrent but going into the town they were only equipped with pistols expected not to meet such heavy resistance so quickly.

Coincidentally Solis had the near same exact thought process as his partner, though several milliseconds faster due to his higher procession speed, "*Put one in him, and take his gun. " He slowly got up, maintaining his gun on the individual, "*I'm going to put one round in that other fucker that I shot, watch out though, one guy escaped so we need to get the fuck out of here quick as hell."

Cornel nodded again and emptied another round into the man, personally pronouncing him dead. His next movement was to reload his gun, though he still had about six rounds in it, it was always better to have a full clip then an empty one when entering a new engagement. He went over and searched the man for cash and ammunition, and took his gun, he would compare the weight between a magazine, if he found one on the individual, from the man and the one that was previously in the gun to have an estimation as to how many rounds remained in it. Solis did the same thing, including shooting the man, though due to his temper he emptied the entire clip, and only had three remaining in reserve after he reloaded.

[OOC: You decide what I've found on them.]

The Hijim had very little on him. He had a CZ-24 SMG, half a clip of ammo (15 rounds), about 230 kazmars (dollars) in his pockets. (OOC-This goes for both Hijim)

OOC- K,
1.but will they have bodyguards?
2.what age/grade should they be?
3. and if there are bodyguards do u want to control them?
OOC-1. yes
2. Ill leave that up to you. Go for like a high schooler.
3. yes

Not receiving much except money they were both aggravated, however the money was good to see, as they may not of made up the amount of cash they lost, however they did get enough to buy a damned good amount of drinks and become social with some other Hijm members, liquor was the cheapest truth serum. Cornel guessed that from the amount of rounds that the man had fired at them there was probably around ten rounds, he got up, and maintained vigilance before turning the corner.

Meanwhile Solis was also very aggravated, however due to the trouble he was exposed to, getting mugged, shot at and only having a reparation of a bit of money and a semi-used clip of SMG ammunition he was liable to lose it. Which he did, expectedly, and began beating the dead man in the face repeatedly with his fists, shoes and butt of the gun until it caved in on itself, afterward he proceeded to calmly meet up with Cornel at the end of the block.

Solis pulled out a cigarette, it was a Camel Light, lighting it up with the use of matches, a personnel trade mark, and receiving some amount of joy as the pack had only been sparsely damaged due to the fighting and the precious cargo of cigarettes remained unharmed. "*What now, buddy?" He guessed that he would say they would have to find a bar, yadda yadda, and have to complete their mission. He always considered Cornel a more task-oriented individual when it came to non-combat situation, though he knew he could be an adequate leader in peace time, he just had no wish to.

Cornel repeated the same action as Solis, except he carried Marlboro Reds, "*Fucking Camels, flashy bastard." They both laughed, they constantly engaged in arguments over their choice of cigarettes, even though they both knew that neither of them gave a shit what the other smoked, but it always led to a few laughs. "*Well, I think there's a bar about three blocks down, we'll go there and then just hang out for a little bit, see if we can spot a few rule-breaking muslims drinking." Solis nodded and they made their way down the street.

OOC-off for the night

The two black vans pulled into Raytheon High school's back entrance. Jacob looked around the parking lot "ah, empty is good" he thought. "what a monstrosity" he thought, a centeral 3 story building with 3, 2 story classroom blocks, a gym and an auditorium sprouting out from it. The plan was simple but effective his team (team 1) would burst in like bats out of hell and kidnap Premeir Jones' 16 year old (sophmore) 1st cousin Tania, while team 2 eliminated the bulk of the bodyguard detail and created a distraction so team 1 and their victim could escape. Team 1 would only face Tania's principle bodyguard from the SHIELD while team 2 dealt with the 3 other SHIELD agents in the school office where they practiced bodyguard duty for the Witness protection program. Jacob led his men in a prayer "Our Father who art in heaven... give us the strength to suceed this day and complete our holy mission" "Amen" replied the men in a chorus, they then checked their AK-107s, donned body armor and ski masks and braced for Jacobs order. Using the radio so team 2 could hear as well, Jacob cried "Go forth and teach these comorostani dogs a lesson!"

OOC-yup, the HFFoL have a large Christian group, the stereotypical all Muslim terror network just didn't work for me.

On Jacob's signal both groups burst out of their vans and ran to their targets, Team 1 lockpicked the door to the A classroom building (A,B,C) while team 2 moved alongside the centeral building to the school office window. Team 1 moved through the halls in 3 by 3 cover formation, and stopped just out of view of Tania's classroom. Meanwhile Team 2 ran up to the security office window and hid to the side of it, the window was open because of the nice weather and team 2 could hear the 3 SHIELD agents chatting about football (Euro football). Team 2's leader gave the nod and all the team except 1 man moved away from the window, once they were away the man pulled the pin on his grenade and counted to 2 (3 scond fuse) tossed in so it would hit about center of the room and ran. A large boom with the accompanied fireball shook the school, a pair of team 2 commandos with flashlights went back to the window to make sue all 3 agents were dead, while the rest of team 2 shot open a door and ran in the building. Jacob took his signal from the large boom, he look around the hall corner with a small mirror, he could clearly make out the agent down the hall using his hands to the signnal the guards' location. Then 3 other commandos then leaned around the coner and emptied large bursts at the SHIELD agent.

OOC-Jakra, you can RP the guard's response

OOC- BOOO YAAAAH, plus give me your Secret Service Equivalent and US Marshals equivalent names

IC- Team 2 searched the security office and found the 3 charred bodies, then then proceeded with the rest of team 2 to ready for the distraction. Meanwhile Jacob watched satisfactorily as the guard dropped, he checked for a pulse and smiled as he didn't feel one. Then team 1 bashed open Tania's classroom door, Jacob whacked the teacher with his rifle butt when he tried to stop them. He then took out a recent photo of Tania and comapared it to all the girls in the class. He looked throughout the entire class but didn't find her, he was ging to start again or move to a new room when he heard the closet crying. He and 2 men went over, inside was a weeping Tania and one of her friends. "Come on Tania let's go on a little trip, okay" he said gently, then she grabbed his arm and bit it hard. "Ah you little bitch!"he cried as he slapped her across the face. She fell and was cuffed by one of the commandos, suddenly her friend got up and tried to wrest Jacob's rifle away, she took the butt to the face, "Just grab both of them and let's go!" he hollered angrily.

Team 1 then made their escape in the van,while team 2 stole the security tapes set off several smoke and flash grenades then made off as well. Team 1 switched cars 3 times before they got to the airport and boarded their cargo plane. While team 2 switched cars 9 times as they drove to the rendevous, carefully cleaning each vehicle they left in their wake.

OOC-SHIELD for both

OOC-What's it stand for? :)

OOC-Strategic Homeland Intelligence, Enforcement, and Logistics Division (stole from Iron Man) it deals with everything from VIP protection to internal investigations

Jacob had tania and her friend drugged for the flight and they didn't wake up til the team had reached the safehouse. He had Tania woken up and taken to the studio where she was tied to a chair blinfolded in front of a HFFoL flag(covering the wall). Then Jacob and 4 Fighters sttod behind her and made the message. "To the petty dictator cyrano Jones this is the Holy Freedom Fighter of Light Army, we hold your cousin Tania hostage. If you do not meet our demands in 24 hours, we will send you one of her fingers, 32 hours a hand, 38 hours an arm, and 48 hours her pretty little head" "Our demands will be included with this tape...Glory be to God!"
Demands
-Release of all Hijim and HFFoL brothers rotting in your prisons
-Turn over of oil rich land to the Hijim Council
-Start provisions to free the Holy Empire of Czastana from your occupation
-After all steps are complete, your resignation
"Remember, 24 hours!"

ITS NOT TOO LATE AT ALL. (sorry had caps lock on) You may station an aircraft carrier off our shores.

Awesome, we shall begin moving our equipment in. The carrier is on it's way.