Africa: Pawn of a Cold War [PMT] (IC; Open)

[Lydenburg]

OOC: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=116456&p=5870492#p5870492

The Cold War has begun. Nations new and old, some fresh from colonial domination, are in a struggle for power across Africa. Some governments will try to make a stand and live peacefully with their neighbors. But others will strive to be great and conquer vast lands in the name of bringing revered values of democracy and socialism to the oppressed. It is a bid for ultimate domination of the Dark Continent and there is only one spot at the top.

Nations will rise. Nations will fall.

The War of the Pawns begins…now.

January, 1970

OP's Note: Unlike other world or historical storylines on NS, this one will have a definite conclusion. Each page of writing equals six months. Thus, the thread will come to an end in 1991, with the final collapse of the Soviet Union. What happens to Africa in the meantime, however, is up to you.

The Forces of Communism

The Communist Directive of South Africa now controls one of the richest nations on the continent. Fresh from an anti-apartheid rebellion against the white Afrikaner government, only time will tell what the South African Communists intend to do with their newfound power, and whether the country will continue to develop into one of Africa's greatest superpowers.

The Glorious Democratic People's Republic of the Gold Coast is the result of a great Soviet truimph in establishing a client state in North West Africa. A loose Communist federation now brought under the steady but firm hand of a new socialist regime, they can count on the support of the USSR and its allies in uniting all of their weaker neighbors under the banner of a new order, but do they possess the nerve or the strength to fufill their potential?

The Revolutionary Worker's Federation of East Africa is an odd mix of several different African nations united under the goal of creating a noble new society for the working class and encouraged by their Russian benefactors. Standing together, such an alliance of Communist states pose a significant menace to the anti-communist aspirations of other East African states, but are the East Africans really seeking to expand their influence through aggression?

The Nyasa Union is a struggling new democracy torn by civil war. Once a model of post-colonial prosperity, the people of the Union have now turned their weapons against each other as a popular new Communist movement emerges. Are the rebels fighting a losing civil war against the target regime, or will they inevitably gain the upper hand?

Once thriving jewels in the British Empire's crown, the desert states of Botswana and Namibia have declared a new one-party state, looked upon with favor and inspiration by Communist liberation groups in other nations. They possess enormous possibilities for untapped resources; will this place them on the road to becoming the world's most stable model of African Socialism?

The People's Republic of Libya has thrown off the yoke of colonial oppression and remains a militant and moody pot of brewing trouble for their enemies. The Soviet Union has armed them, but are they prepared to join their Socialist brothers across the continent in uniting all of Africa under their banner?

The Republic of Chad remains a thorn in the side of regional superpowers such as the Congo, and professes Communism although they appear to be a de-facto independent dictatorship. What plans are they cooking up to enhance their status and climb the ladder to glory and influence?

Northern Sudan is dominated by a form of power-sharing between Pan Arab Socialists and Baathists, and they have always maintained an uneasy peace with their neighbors. Now, the time has come to strike! They have the military might and the eagle eye to strike fast without mercy, and now, with the backing of the Soviet Union, it appears that they may be just the nation to join in the great Communist liberation of the Dark Continent.

The Communist State of Somalia is as a sleeping tiger. Now stirring with a call for militancy and empowered by support from their friends in the Eastern Bloc, the Somali people are prepared to force the rivals of Soviet interests to their knees--but at whose cost?

Will these rising new powers succeed in driving the greedy Capitalist and Colonial oppressors from the land of their African bretheren? Or will their force finally be spent?

Whether you like it or not, the looming conflict is at your homefront. It has been simmering all over the world since the rise of global Marxism. Like an uncaged beast, it is here...to stay.

[Kalumba]

OoC: Can you post the map please? I'm off to bed now so will post properly tommorow and delete this post to make room.

[Valcluse]

Touron, Sevania:
President Fabius Condé has spent most of New Years entertaining guests at his lavish, modern mansion in the suburb of Bellevue, which lay in the northern hills of the Sevanian capital. Today, it was the turn of the French and American ambassadors to be entertained by the businessman turned president. Condé was fairly new to politics but he'd spent the past three years learning the tricks of the trade, as he'd done previously managing one of the family's oil businesses. The Americans especially were interested in what he had to offer. Condé knew this from the many telegrams and late night phone calls from both the ambassador and various members of the US Department of State. But, as it turned out, Condé saw a new ally in France, which had funded and armed the Sevanian Armed Forces directly and by proxy. However, today wasn't going to end up as well as he'd hoped.

About midday, an assistant approached the President with an urgent message.
"Monsieur Président," she said. "J'ai un message pour vous."
The President looked up. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" he asked.
"C'est de les manifestations dans le nord-est de le pais." she replied. "Nous avons un problème."
"Quoi?" he replied, bemused. "Un problème?" The assistant nodded.
"Nous avons appréhendé cinq personnes avec les passports de Côte d'Or." the assistant replied. The President raised an eyebrow at the information. He began to nod.
"Excuse me." he said to his guests. "I have some urgent business to attend to."

[New Korean Union]

"Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left" roared Vice-Air Marshal Richard Mkombo's recorded voice on the speakers. The prisoners marched, left, right, left, right, etc. down the poorly paved road. Their chains united them together, the rattling a welcome reminder to the guards of their imprisoned state. Nobody could escape, if you were a dissenter you were shot on the spot if your were lucky. Those unlucky enough to be marching in the line would spend the rest of their lives tirelessly working in minefields, paving roads, or laying rail for trains. They worked fifteen hour shifts, stopping only for minutes for their cold, stale meals.

Anshwele gazed upon his comrades from the safety of the high up watertower. Clutching his hunting rifle he looked through the scope at the twelve guards scattered along the prisoners. Their assault rifles gleamed in the sunlight, almost blinding Anshwele through his rifle scope. When the first flare was fired from the south-east, that is when the ambush was to commence. They had twenty-three rebels for this attack, Anshwele served as the sharpshooter, ensuring none of his comrades would be taken by the jaws of death. They needed to free every last prisoner there, as this was their duty as freedom fighters. A group of ignorant teenagers fighting against the Stalinist "establishment" for liberty from the oppressive system that bound them.

The bright green flare shot above the dirt road, hailing from the deep forrest of trees around them. Suddenly screams and cheers were heard from left and right, the guards confused began spraying in any direction they could. Anshwele took his first shot, BAM the bullet pierced the bastards skull, sending mushy brain matter all around the ground. Cocking the bolt back Anshwele took aim, this time at the point guard. The bullet sent itself straight through the poor mans kneecap, causing him to trip and loosing control over his automatic rifle. The bullets whizzed all around, several lodging themselves in the front prisoner, poor soul Anshwele thought to himself.

The band of rebels began tossing tear gas around the line of prisoners, then charging at the guards with knives, machetes, and blunt objects. Anshwele could hear the dull pops coming from down below, signifying the shattering of the godless communist guards. The remaining rebels below led the line off of the dirt road, and down a barely visible path in the woods toward their village HQ. Anshwele was signaled by a whistle and quickly hurried down the watertower before authorities arrived. Sprinting through the woods he was in hot pursuit of his comrades. The revolution had officially begun, and they were now determined to build up their numbers. The humming of an attack helicopter could be heard in the vast distance, the teenagers knew they had to hurry into deeper brush, as not to be filled with molten lead...

[Kalumba]

Bulawayo, Parliament Square:

"I Bishop Abel Muzerowa do swear to uphold the values of our democratic system and the people of Zimbabwe-Rhodesia, as well as continuing our war against the brutal insurgents who strike our nation."

With that the officials retired back to Government House, amidst great cheering, where the official documents would be signed. The blacks would now have the right to vote and to hold 78 of the 100 seats in Parliament. The long difficult proccess of forming a bi-racial government was complete and the whites hoped this would take the wind out of the insurgencies sails. Now they could vote they surely did not need the communists? But still they insisted on maintaining control of the military to protect the people.

Rhodesian Broadcasting Corporation Radio Broadcast, January the 2nd 1970:

"People of Rhodesia, yesterday a historic event occured in the capital, the white government has voted to allow the blacks to vote and to hold 78 of the 100 Parliament seats. For 5 years they struggled for this right, some even turning to armed conflict but today that can all end. This is a call to all Guerrillas lay down your arms, those who do will be welcomed back into society and will suffer no repercussions for their actions. To the leaders of the terrorists, come home. You can stand in the elction and gain power without guns. The election will be held on March the First, until then the interim government of Bishop Muzerowa will lead Zimbabwe-Rhodesia as the country is now to be known."

Later that day a bomb exploded at the RBC Centre killing three employees. The communist insurgents claimed responsibility and released a statement saying they would not accept "This puppet government of the colonial whiteman." They vowed to continue their fight for a communist government in Zimbabwe-Rhodesia.

"Damn it!" screamed Brigadier Ron Dayley, head of the Armed Forces "Will nothing stop these terrorists! Everyday they kill more innocents and we are powerless to strike bag. Please let us strike at the nations harbouring them Sir." he implored of Prime Minister Muzerowa. "If you can bring me positive intelligence of where their bases are and that there are no civillians that could be harmed i will authorise a strike, but only then." "Thank you Sir" said Dayley saluting before he left the room. What am i to do? thought Muzerowa. My people have the vote the terrorists are pardoned and can live in a free Zimbabwe with the whites. It is working in Mosembiek accross the border, and in Nigeria. What the hell do they want? But he had more important things to do, namely planning his election campaign for March but more pressingley he had to get UN recognition for Zimbabwe-Rhodesia. With sanctions gone he could rebuild this proud land back to its former glory and protect his people from the communists all around Africa.

[Lydenburg]

Neu Lydenburg, Republic of Mosambiek

Sir Matthew Peacock stood at the double french doors opening into a balcony which overlooked the bustling squares of Neu Lydenburg. Everyone was on edge, now, ever since a car bombing outside a military recruitment office staged by Communist insurgents had killed six civilians and a white soldier on duty.

Mosambiek had never been a part of a colonial empire; its European settlers had chosen to plant their own flag in the dirt rather than the banner of another nation since day one. Now, the nation was rapidly industrialising; Neu Lydenburg was one of the most modern cities in Africa. Few other communities of people in the world had such a high standard of living, and the white minority of Mosambiek had built luxury mansions and swimming pools for themselves in the suburbs of the capital.

Black Mosambiekans were mainly chained to white-owned commercial farms, or worked on food for pay in the coal and gold mines. The ones who didn't made modest livings as peasant farmers. Their movement was severely restricted, the government refused to make concessions to allow them to vote or to own real land, but at least they were content. It didn't take much to please an African, or so Sir Peacock had always thought since he'd assumed the office of Prime Minister in 1965. The winds of change had already begun to sweep across Africa, and Peacock was worried that guerilla activity would escalate in Mosambiek itself. White-ruled southern Africa had shrunk down to Mosambiek itself; Apartheid had collapsed in South Africa since the Communist revolution there, the illegal Ian Smith regime had finally approved majority African rule, and Russian-oriented terrorists had 'liberated' the former British territories in South West Africa, uniting them under a Soviet dictatorship. Communist-backed rebels threatened seriously for the first time in the generally conservative Nyasa Union, and now they were waging a war against the Mosambiekan government itself, in the name of ending European imperialism and bringing power to the people.

Peacock himself was thinking Mosambiek might have fallen behind the times; while even the hardcore European regimes of Rhodesia and South Africa had given way to black rule, Mosambiek had moved in the opposite direction, now increasingly isolated from the world as the UN called fruitlessly for sanctions against the one remaining white government in Sub-Saharan Africa. Mosambiek had so far opted to remain neutral in the Cold War conflict, but now found itself drawn increasingly to the Anti-Communist boat. With no reason to support a neutral nation, the Americans had dennounced Peacock's government for its supremacist policies; the Soviet Union also made it clear that neutral or not, they had their greedy eyes on Mosambiekan resources and would stop at nothing to erect a Communist government there.

With the world on his shoulders, the Prime Minister himself had gone from the fresh, charming, promising, young politician with the dazzling smile and witty remark to a grim, exhausted, old man with shoulders stooped as though he were literally carrying a real weight as he went about his day.

Now, considering his situation and the dire straits his nation might soon be faced with, Peacock drowned his worries in the bottle at his desk.

[Wolfmanne]

Tag.

[Marcurix]

Parliament building, Juba, Republic of the Southern Sudan.

The large double doors of the chamber closed with a slight thump, the noise magnified by the emptiness of the room. Footstep descended in a steady rhythm towards the benches, the seats of the current government, coming to an abrupt halt at the front row.

Salva Kiir Mayardit sat in the center of the front row, his usual place as Prime Minister. While the parliamentary session had concluded for the day several hours ago, he had remained in his seat unmoving. The parliament had voted-overwhelmingly-to oppose the expansion of communism upon the continent. It came as no real surprise, while nearly all of the countries neighbours had fallen to such change South Sudan had only just broken free from rule by Northern Sudan and its people had found a common unifying foe in the communism their old foe had fallen to.

They were at a disadvantage, Salva knew, in terms of military equipment, but their forces where battle-hardened from the wars in the west and with the north, they knew the land and had fought guerrilla warfare with great success. This was the key advantage South Sudan held if it ever came to the almost inevitable war with communism. But perhaps they could delay the conflict; after all it was only a matter of time until more friendly powers turned their attention to Africa.

With that thought Salva turned his attention to the assistant that stood hesitantly at the end of his bench.

[Parhe]

New Kaesong, New Buyeo

Emperor Yi Chung watched the state harbor from his palace, the once Italian and German ambassadors to New Buyeo were boarding separate ships back to their homeland. New Buyeo has once been on good terms with western Europe and America, which has kept communist uprisings from disrupting the state. However, since the bloody coup led by the House of Yi, most countries left New Buyeo, as poor and underdeveloped as ever. The only countries left in New Buyeo had little choice, the French stayed for the French minority in the country, the Portuguese and Spanish stayed for close proximately, while the two Koreas stayed for common choice. Even these countries would not help New Buyeo if rebellion struck, though new Buyeo has arranged for ships of these countries to evacuate as much of the French and Korean population as possible if the problem arose.

"Emperor, there is a problem, sure. A new small rebellion has been started by the remaining Tuareg Berbers in the south east districts. We do not know if this is related to the other communist rebellions throughout the African continent, but they claim to support democracy. What should we do?" Disrupted Emperor Yi Chung's head of the military, Lee Jae.

"Just exterminate the Tuaregs, all of them. I've had enough of their troubles, and only after a year, they've staged two different terrorist attacks. But try to do it quietly, we've all seen what happened the last time we dealt out justice. The rest of the world overreacted and pulled out all their money, we can't have that happen again. Now leave me alone!" Emperor Yi Chung was annoyed, rebellions were usually easy to deal with, this wouldn't be that different, but after all Emperor Yi had done for these terrorist Tuaregs, allowing them to vote for their representatives, they decide to rebel. Soon, all the Tuaregs would be gone, and new Buyeo would be back on the road to stability and growth, he hoped.

[Panmen]

People involved in the mission will not have their names revealed.
Combat 1: Leader of the group
Combat 2: Back Up Leader
Combat 3-10: Men trained by the government in espionage and special operations.'
Also, the Libyan Government encouraged the growth of western culture in their lands. Traditional Arabic culture is almost obsolete. This is because the Libyan Government saw Western Culture as something to keep the country under their control. The only cultural things unchanged are religion, some foods, and a few other small things.

LOCATION: Mario Office Complex, At Tallab, Al Kufrah Province
MISSION: Infiltrate complex, a known base of Italian Rebels. Leave no survivors.
DATE: January 1st, 1967

COMBAT 1
Combat 1 studied the sheet before tucking it away in his pocket. The Supreme Leader himself had called him in for this mission, and he knew failure would mean death. No Commander was ever allowed to fail on a mission. It was against Sharia, the federal law. His family would suffer to. His wife would be murdered, and his 10-year-old son forced into Bacha Bazi (Child Homosexual Prostitution and Sexual Slavery). Wiping the sweat off of his forehead, he pulled out his binoculars and surveyed the "Office Complex." He knew that inside, three Italians who had evaded Libyan militants were inside plotting to kill high ranking Libyan Officials. Gripping his AK-47, he signaled for his team to move on in, seeing no threats. "This looks easy." Thought Combat 1. Army crawling through the sand, hidden by their camouflage, the group of 10 moved silently and slowly, every minute getting closer and closer to their target. About 50 feet from the building, however, Combat 6 cried out. Suddenly, bullets were everywhere. Combats 7,10,5, 3, and 2 were all dead within a minute. The remaining 4 started shooting towards the windows and roof of the building. A couple of men were hit, but the group of 10 was slowly loosing their will. They were outnumbered and suppressed. Finally, all the men were dead except for Combat 1. Holding the place his arm had been before being torn apart by bullets, Combat 1looked up at the shadowy figure above him.
Then Italian man looked down on his enemy smugly.
"Informi il leader che sarebbe meglio essere preoccupati."
"Tell your leader he better be worried." Said the man. Bringing his boot down on the mans head, leaving him unconscious. "You three," the Italian said pointing at three of his men. "Put this scum into the box and ship it to the Libyan Palace." The box was a creation of the Italians. Essentially a Jail, it was also accommodated for long-term travel because the food and water inside were filled with sedatives. Even if the package containing Combat 1 took 3 weeks to arrive at the palace, the man would be alive to tell his tale.

TIME: 4 years after attempted attack on Mario Office Complex
LOCATION: City of Benghazi, al-fuwayhat neighborhood(One of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Benghazi)

"Bitch! Are you getting ready in there?" Shouted Assef Hazan, a wealthy banker from Benghazi.

Emir Ferran sighed. "Just about!" He replied, looking back into the mirror applying his lipstick. Emir thought back to a simpler time. When his family was still alive and he was free. That all changed when his father failed to kill an Italian Rebel. The government hung him, then came and murdered his mother. They took Emir captive and sold him for about $50,000. At the age of 10, he was forced to lose his virginity to a man 35 years older than him. Now, he was Assef’s slave. He did all of the housework and shopping, as well as other roles the wife would normally assume. Emir wondered what happened to Assef’s wife, but the one time he asked he received a brutal whipping.
Emir pulled up his lace panties, put on his skimpy white dress, and put his feet into high heels.
Emir walked outside and took the hand of Assef. Getting in the cab, they drove several miles before arriving at the Harbor.
"Come along Emir, we are going to meet the Minister of Finance today," Said Assef. "I told him all about your dancing techniques, and he wants you to try some of your teases on him." He said evilly.
"Yes master." Replied Emir. What Assef didn't know was that Emir had already met the minister of finance and was in alliance with him. The government was angry at Assef because they had found out that he had feasted after dusk during Ramadan and had gone gambling. They planed on killing him and then taking Emir away to a terrorism training camp, where he would learn to fight the evils of African Capitalism.

Two Hours Later
Emir was finally free. No more panties, no more homosexual sex, and no more woman chores. Just manly actions. Flying over the Libyan Sahara, he prepared himself to begin training for attacking capitalist nations. Emir had never been happier in his life. He was ready for the challenge that lay ahead, and was determined to succeed no matter what the cost.

[Keznov]

3:00 PM, Djamena Square, January 8th

"My People for a 7th year in a row, the United Democratic Front has won the majority in the National Assembly, we now though hold a record breaking 390 seats out of 420!" announced President Malloum to the cheering people and National Assembly Members. He smiled slyly as he announced this. He knew to himself the country now was forever his to command.

5:00 PM, Parliament Building, January 8th

The members of the National Assembly filed into the large room and sat down accordingly, they smiled and clapped as President Malloum walked in humbly. He smiled and waved back at them and took a seat at the desk behind the Speaker's seating area. He then looked towards the Speaker who stood and prepared to address the members, "I am very happy to congratulate the UDF on their win in the elections, they have fought hard for our people and earned it, I will now let his excellency the President speak.", the Speaker sat down as the members clapped and roared. Felix Malloum rose steadily and with a wave of his hand the crowd quickly quieted down, "I am proud to serve this country and I am very happy aswell to be serving my second term as President of this nation, I propose we a send a national ballot to the people to see if they would allow me to become the President for life. I propose this and I shall let you all vote now.". Almost all of the members agreed in a vote which lasted one hour, Malloum's proposition won exactly by 97% and the vote was scheduled to be hold for the next two days.

2:00 PM, Parliament Building, January 10th

"Today the results got back, an estimated 12,000,000 people voted in this election and I am pleased to say that our beloved President, Felix Malloum, has won the vote with a win of 96.2%!" announced the Speaker, the members of the assembly cheered at this news and President Malloum took a bow, the voting they knew would take place officially in the National Assembly today. "The voting shall commence now." announced the Speaker. The voting lasted four hours and by the end President Malloum had won with a 95.8% majority. The members cheered and clapped as the Speaker announced this. The President had the nation as his to keep now.

7:00 PM, Djamena Square, January 10th

"My people, Two days ago the UDF won the majority in the National Assembly, but today I have won the vote to be President for life of this prosperous nation! I shall uphold my duties and make this nation greater and more powerful." announced Malloum to a crowd of 500,000 cheering people. "Also, I have now passed a Conscription Act making all men of the ages of 15-59 eligible for military service in this great nation, it will increase our already 2,300,000 Military!", the crowd cheered again at this. Malloum took a bow and then left the Balcony. He had it all....

Malloum also already passed the bill to create a new city called Ngakoutou.

[The Grand Network]

Abuja

President Shehu Shagari sat in the conference room, twiddling a pen between his fingers. He listened intently to the group of high-ranking government and military officials who had assembled in this room. They were discussing recent events including the encroaching communist threat.

"Three of the four nations that border us have fallen to communist revolutions supported by the . How much longer until Nigeria's next?" A general said. "I say we take a preemptive strike against our Western neighbors, the Gold Coast!"

"But you forget, we're a capitalist democracy. We have the backing of the NATO powers, do we not?" A cabinet member asked.

"I doubt it, the West seems fairly uninterested in Africa. A preemptive strike will do nothing but give the revolutionaries more reasons to hate us. What we can do, whoever, is influence unaligned states. São Tomé and Príncipe is a good place to start." President Shagari said. Most of the men in the room nodded in approval. This group of officials had been on edge over the last year or so. Tensions in Africa were rising, and Nigeria was one of the few non-communist nations remaining.

[Valcluse]

Ministry of the Interior, Touron. 1:30pm:
Despite the heavy traffic, President Condé was walking up the low, wide steps of the Ministry of the Interior building in central Touron. It was a squat, grey looking building with elements of brutalist architecture about it. The Ministry was centered on a large block of land with immaculately neat lawns stretching off either side of a crisp white access way. The President's motorcade, which consisted of some police motorcycles, the Presidential Guard travelling in four black Mercedes-Benz 220 sedans and his limousine, a Mercedes-Benz 600 Pullman, also in black. The Presidential Guard pulled away as the 600 glided up the accessway and stopped outside the doors to the Ministry. Two ceremonial guards, dressed in white with gold braiding and a white American combat helmet, held their ceremonial M1 Garand rifles to attention as the President walked inside, accompanied by a small entourage of assistants and other persons of personal interest.

Inside, the President immediately went to the conference room where the Minister of the Interior, Henri Ouattarra, was waiting. The President entered.
"What is the situation in the north-east?" he asked as he sat down. The conference room they were in was large enough for two ceiling fans in the center of the room, above the large mahogany table. There was room for twenty seats in total around the large table. The President sat at the "head" of the table with Ouattarra to his right. A small pile of papers and folders sat in front of him.
"Nothing out of the ordinary." Ouattarra replied. "However, we have noticed a slight increase in numbers attenting demostrations in the border areas. And, those Gold Coast nationals the police arrested of course. What do you propose we should do?"
President Condé thought for a few minutes. Usually, he'd sweep the issue under the carpet and let the police and the Gendarmerie deal with the problem. The fact that foreign nationals from a communist nation had been arrested at a protest heightened the stakes a little bit. Both Sevania and the Gold Coast were two similarly sized and religiously orientated nations since colonial times, yet President Condé had reservations about the aims of his communist counterpart in the region. Was this a catalyst for a larger rebellion against his leadership? Condé considered many options and he was drawn to the more humanitarian option.
"So, what do these people want exactly?" he asked Ouattarra. Surprised, Ouattarra responded.
"The farmers want two options," he explained. "Either they want the companies to pay them better for their labour or own their own land so that they can earn a living for themselves."
Condé knew that he could not accept these terms. His experience as a business owner meant that if he gave their land back or paid them higher wages and relied on the market too heavily, it could collapse. However, he decided to come up with a plan.
"Is there anything they want which we can give them?" Condé asked.
"Better access to electricity, healthcare and education." Ouattarra responded coldly. "That is about it."
President Condé began to nod. "Good," he began. "Contact the premier of Bamako Province and tell them that you'll be paying him, and the farmers, a little visit. This year, I want to be seen helping my people." Ouattarra smiled.
"Very good, Mr. President." he said.

[Sibianius]

South African Communist Directive

Consider this a small declaration of war against all capitalist nations on the continent I am glad to call home. But what makes me so sick is that Capitalist Pigs supported by the US and those European countries do not understand the true utopia that can be achieved through the thoughts and teachings of Marxism. We are coming for you, in full force.

[Parhe]

Emperor Yi Chung paced back and forth in his palace, he has just gotten word that he should prepare for war. South Africa declared war on all the countries supporting capitalism. South Africa was far off from New Buyeo, any sign of direct sign of attack could be prepared for(or the citizens could be easily evacuated), but Africa might soon be overrun by the communist, and soon be on the border of New Buyeo if left unchecked. Emperor Yi Chung knew he had to create alliances with other, close countries, after the rest of the world had abandoned him and his cause. Emperor Yi Chung sent four embassies to Salva Kiir Mayardit of Republic of Southern Sudan, William Osnald of Afrikan Freivolkstaat, Fabius Condé of the Republic of Sevania (though officially neutral), and President Shehu Shagari of the Free Republic of Nigeria, to create relations and an alliance to counter communist forces. Emperor Yi Chung believed there to be no use in contacting Bishop Abel Muzerowa of the Commonwealth Realm of Zimbabwe-Rhodesia, the country would probably fall soon to the communist soon, being so close to aggressive communist countries. Emperor Yi Chung knew his alliance had a very slim chance of actually forming, each country had its own internal problems to deal with, and would probably not be able to stand against the Soviet supported communist countries of Africa if it came to total war. The Emperor hoped the capitalist countries of Western Europe, the Americas, and Asia would return to his country's aid before it was too late.

[Lydenburg]

Bottleville, Republic of Mosambiek

"We cannot get them to budge. All industry is grinding to a halt."

The wealthy mineowners stood nearby, fidgeting nervously. One in particular, Brooks, was getting increasingly vocal.

"We must get these kaffirs back to work. Who do they think they are, so arrogant as to violate laws preventing them from going on strike?"

"Now then," said Gilchrist, a smoother man of more moderate thinking. "We should have seen this coming. Black mineworkers launching the largest strike in Mosambiek's history. Perhaps they do have genuine grievances we can address properly before--"

"Those people are breaking the law," ejaculated Brooks. Several murmurs of agreement filled the room as he plowed on, "They have no right to stop work simply to protest pay and working conditions."

"They have," reminded Gilchrist calmly. "When this crisis erupted, we were caught unprepared, but as I said, perhaps they do have legitimate concerns..."

"Natives cannot and do not have legitimate concerns," growled Brooks. "They're ignorant Africans. They do what we tell them, as they employers. They take what we give and pray that it's even real pay. On the commercial farms, the farmers do not even pay their African workers anything. Just a flimsy roof over their heads and enough food so as they won't starve each day. We should be the doing the same. It would save us a lot of money if we didn't have to pay these cheeky, ungrateful, baboons."

"I agree that the act is certainly illegal," interrupted Zaffir, yet another well-to-do mineowner. "But we can't waste time arguing about what should be done. I've called in the police already to break it up and arrest agitators. The entire mining industry is grinding to a halt, and will have catastrophic effects on Mosambiek's developing economy if we allow this to go on."

Mining Districts, Bottleville, Republic of Mosambiek

"You have been given the order to disperse. Do not force us to restrain you....."

The crowd of miners waved pickaxes and heavy grease wrenches in the air, obviously in defiant and angry moods. One of the men, apparently the ringleader, dressed in a pair of khaki overalls, shouted back, "We are told we cannot form unions. We are given dirt for wages. Our pay in these mines, all of them, is at least less than half the minimum wage we were promised. We demand better standards of living quarters, instead of being forced to build shantytowns for ourselves outside of the mines. We will not disperse unless promised an audience with officials willing to address our grievances."

The row of gray-uniformed police officers in faceless black helmets stood their ground, blocking the street with barricades. Several visibly carried riot shotguns and assault rifles. The mineworkers pushed against the barricades, incensed by the refusal to let them proceed.

"There are too many of them," whispered one of the frantic policemen to the chief. "We may have to call out the military. There are not enough police to suppress a strike on this scale, and if it turns violent...."

"These natives will do as directed," replied the chief. "And we will force them to by any means necessary."

One of the black miners, an extraordinarily large man, shoved the white policeman in front of him. The officer shoved back, then brought his nighstick down on the miner's head, knocking him to the ground, cursing and bleeding. The entire mob of miners pushed forward, breaking through the barricades and throwing them to the side. The line of police were forced to raise their shields to deflect the hail of paving-stones which descended on them from every direction.

No order was given to shoot. No warning shots were fired. In that moment of panic, every policeman raised his gun and opened fire into the densely packed ranks of their opponents. A canister exploded, and the entire city block exploded in a spray of tear gas. The officers pushed their way into the crowd, beating down blacks with their sticks, handcuffing them, and beating them some more to subdue them.

Glass shattered, and windows of store fronts began to fall away. The firing continued.

Finally broken, the miners fled in disorder, trampling each other in attempts to escape. The police followed, still shooting.

Blood gathered into a large puddle on the site of the barricades. Over a dozen miners lay sprawled here and there, dead or dying, riddled with bullet wounds.

Unknown to anyone, this incident would mark the rising of new stormclouds over Mosambiek. Tensions had hit an all new high.

[Kalumba]

Government House, Bulawayo:

Bishop Muzerowa looked at the communique the head of the Central Intelligence Organisation had given him. War! Against them by their brothers in South Africa. But they were filthy communists who only wanted to destroy peace and the Africa both the black and white man loved.

"Well gentlemen, what do we do?" Muzerowa asked of the assembled army officers and political allies.

"We must try and form an alliance with someone somewhere to combat this threat, like the Americans?" suggested Foreign Minister Ngunda.

"We must wait and see if the UN raises sanctions against us and recognises us, before the USA will even think of intervening and the British will never forgive us for UDI." as he said this Muzerowa looked pointedly at Ian Smith. Smith rose and spoke "I am sorry for what i did, i felt it was right for my people but then i did not see the blacks as my people but now i do and we must fight for them. We must strike South Africa before she can destroy us!"

"Ian, don't be a fool, we are seven million strong against 22! It is not possible." Muzerowa said sadly.

"Well Sir, we have one chance." This unexpected remark came from Brigadier Ron Dayley. Everyone, even Smith, looked at him in surprise. "How?" asked Muzerowa. "It's like this Sir, although chronically short of spare parts and maintainence we still have the most modern aircraft in all Southern Africa (OoC I am basing this off the fact the Rhodesians had a small number of Canberras and Hawker Hunters http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhodesian_Air_Force in the 50s and 60s) and the South Africans have only recieved a small number of MiGs from the USSR and have even less experienced and trained pilots, and all these are based on their only modern airfield. Their radar like ours is Second World War vintage according to the CIO operatives we have in the nation. If we come in low they won't see us and we can completely destroy thir airforce on the ground. Then we will rule the skies and can bomb any attempt by them to invade into oblivion." The assembled men looked at him, stunned. What he was proposing was a blatant attack on a sovereign nation, even if they suceeded the UN would spit on them and keep sanctions in place. But when they thought about it what choice did they have? If they didn't do something they would be completely wiped out by the vastly superior forces of South Africa.

Muzerowa broke the silence "Friends, it seems our only choice. They will not make peace and no one will or is in a position to help us, so we must decide our own future. We will vote on it here and now. Raise your hand if you are in favour of the Brigadier's plan?" Slowly but surely all of the men raised their hands. "Then we do it, Dayley prepare the strike now. I will speak to our nation in one hour and call them to arms." The men left the room in shock, was this nation which they had fought so hard for in 1890, endured German invasion in the First World War and defended from 1965 to 1970 from communist terrorists about to die? They all prayed the strike would be successful and war could be avoided.

RBC Broadcast:

"Brother and sisters, as you may know the Communists in South Africa have declared their intention to turn all Africa to communism by force. We do not want that. We love our Freedom! We see the good of capitalism and the inherent evil in the Marxists. We must stop them. We cannot beat them if they choose to invade but we can make Zimbabwe-Rhodesia hell for them. I call on every man to take up arms and join the military or the reservists. Our forces will mass on the border and be prepared to give their life for our nation. We will not declare war or carry out any hostile act. We will try to bring peace without violence. Thank you and god bless us all."

"That was Prime Minister Muzerowa speaking. All of you who wish to join the Army or Reserves can apply to do so at your local military barracks or base, as well as in any Police station. The Government has asked that if you possess a weapon to bring that because as you know arms embargoes have limited our military capacity. God bless Zimbabwe-Rhodesia."


At Gwelo airbase the 12 Canberras and 16 Hunters were being fuelled and armed alongside 6 old de Havilland Vampires. Each Canberra had a Frantan (Naplam) canister and three 500lb bombs, the Hunters and Vampires had a variety of smaller bombs and rockets. "Men, this day we will decide our nations fate. All i can say is stay low and hit your targets and God be with you! Go." The voice of Station Commander Air Marshall George Harris came accross the radio. With that the aircraft made steady progress into the air and headed towards the border. Harris had stood at the end of the runway and waved each plane of with tears in his eyes for he knew, as he watched the rapidly disappearing silhouttes on the horizon, that if they failed his country was dead.


OoC: This seems a little godmoddy to me but i can't see any other way to preserve Zimbabwe-Rhodesia in this RP with the threat of invasion from the vastly superior South Africans. Then again i suppose i can become the insurgents if i lose the war, which i will

[The Grand Network]

Abuja

President Shagari was walking through the hall of the Presidential Palace towards hiw office when an aid came walking up to him. "Sir, General Timming is in your office, he has the specifics you wanted about Sao Tome."

"Good. Anything else?" Sheshu asked.

"South Africa's delcared war on all capitalist nations of Africa." The aid replied.

"What? Well they are too far away to be a threat, just ignore them." Sheshu said, chuckling to himself. The President walked into his office and sat behind his desk. Standing in front of him was General Timming with a packet. He saluted the President and sat down.

"Helo, Mr. President. A few weeks ago you spoke of Sao Tome. We've got a plan. Forget influencing them, they're a puny nation. We could fund a coup very easily. We just need to arm the right warlord." Timmings explained to the President.

"Hmm" Seshu thought "I like that idea. Begin arming them ASAP, but be discrete about it. The world can know we support the rebels, but they can't know we're arming them."

"It's been a plesure Mr. President, but I have a revolution to being." Timmings said and with that, he left the room.

Sao Tome

Colonel Miquel Trovoado had always thought he'd been destined to rule this country. He'd recently received a message from the Nigerians; they wanted to support his men and arm his supporters. There had been tensions between him and the ruling General of the country, but never had anyone thought it would come down to civil war. But that was before a foreign nation was supporting him. The Nigerians were secretly smuggling weapons into the country for his men to receive. From there, they would spread it throughout his civilian supporters, as his already armed soldiers had no need for them. His coup would be a successful one.

[Keznov]

1:00 PM, Djamena Square, January 17th

"My people, our brothers in South Africa have declared that all capitalist people are their enemies, I have not yet put a decision on whether to help them or not. But for now, I have decided that the people suffering in the nation of Niger must be liberated by us!" announced Felix Malloum to the crowd of 700,000 people cheering and waving the flag of Chad. He took a slight bow and smiled. "Our military now lines up on the border of Niger and prepares it swift strike! No civilians though will be hurt and any soldier to break this will suffer severe punishment!", after saying these words he sat and let his Defence Minister and Minister of Health do the rest talking to the people, he had to think now on how to handle this war in a swift manner.

3:00 PM, Djamena Square, January 17th

After listening to his ministers babble on about healthcare and other things he finally got up, took a bow and left to his Presidential limousine. "General Habré, How long will it take us to achieve victory over the troops of the Niger?" asked Malloum intentively. "About a week or two your excellency" responded General Habré coldly as they stepped into the limousine. "Good I expect you to manage it all, dont fail me or I will leave it up to your rival, Lt. General Tombalbaye.". At hearing this the general turned very pale and nodded. After they arrived at the Presidential Palace the General immediatly saluted the President and walked off towards to the Military Headquarters a few yards away from the Palace. President Malloum saluted back and walked up the steps to the French doors coldly, he knew how to play cards against the men in his government that were not so loyal but their skills needed. Having been unchallenged as President several times before he was filled with pride and narcisistic beliefs that he was the chosen ruler of Chad.

7:00 Pm, Presidential palace, January 17th

President Malloum sat in his office, fire place lit, reading the plan the military had come up with. After studying it thoroughly and signed it, after that he called in an aide and handed it to him, "Take this to the Army Headquarts" said Malloum with excitement. After handing the Minister the document he sat down on his leather couch in the corner and had a nice glass of whiskey on the rocks. He thought to himself, I will more than 29 million people after this war.

[Lydenburg]

Niamey, Republic of Niger

Nigerien President Kabwe Kubanda sat behind his desk, inside the poorly-decorated and modestly furnished office he had called virtually home for the past ten years or so. Since Hamani Diori and the latest one-party dictatorship had been overthrown in 1968, he had proclaimed himself de-facto president-for-life due to his influence over the armed forces.

Now, however, his authority was challenged on all fronts. A brutal bush war had erupted between his military and the "Black Band" rebel forces, which ruled most of the southern provinces with iron fists. However, Kubanda cared little about the anti-government rebels, and even less about Niger itself. The economy's money, millions of francs generously donated from his benefactors in Paris, and the results of the various smuggling operations he allowed to abound in his nation for a price all flowed freely into his Swiss bank accounts, and he intended to keep it that way. As long as the money kept coming, he couldn't be concerned less with a losing civil war, a bankrupted treasury, an unidentified disease epidemic of massive proportions already ravaging Niamey to the point when he liked to compare it to what he read about the Black Death in Europe: Dead bodies stacked by the hundreds in roadside ditches, red faces painted over the doors of quarantined households, the almost nonexistent medical system working desperately to contain the infection.

President Kubanda himself had known about the true causes of the epidemic; he had personally hired a team of prestigious French doctors to come to Niger and give him a run-down of the facts. Of course, the president had also paid handsomely for himself and a few select family members to be vaccinated for the disease, and he had plenty more of the cure supplied in a heavily-guarded warehouse outside the capital should it seriously begin to get out of hand. Otherwise, what did he care if thousands of Nigeriens died? His nation, already suffering from overpopulation, needed the decrease. And most certainly the gene pool would be better off.

Shuffling the papers around on his desk, Kubanda came across several military reports about a build-up by the Chadian armed forces on his border. How interesting. Kubanda had seen military build-ups on several occasions on his border; it had never meant anything before. Why should he treat Chad any different?

He couldn't recall doing anything to upset them in recent years.

São Tomé, Democratic Republic of São Tomé and Príncipe

For years, the little Portuguese-speaking nation of São Tomé and Príncipe had struggled on the road towards destruction. A peace had been achieved shortly after an uprising against Portugal in 1966; the hated Europeans had pulled out only after encountering fierce resistance on the part of the Santomeans. Apparently, they did not believe they should lose so many men or resources fighting for control of two tiny islands off the African coast.

Initially, a multiparty democracy had been formed, now defunct since the military rebellion and establishment of a provisional government in 1969. Several competing politicians, military commanders, even downright and open mobsters vied for power in ever-increasing chaos. A somewhat shaky peace was concluded only recently under the direction of a coalition provisional government led by General Mula, but the constant instability made it tempting for another coup or rebellion to make its own attempt for power. The peace, many citizens had hoped, would be lasting, and everyone was a little too confident that things would simply go on as usual now that no one warlord had managed to get an edge over another.

The military was nonexistent; instead paramilitary groups backed by foreign mercenaries often carved out bloody turfs for themselves on one of the two islands. The government lacked the power to police, collect taxes, or restore any semblence of order. Members of the leading coalition were too busy plotting each other's untimely demise to even pay attention to managing the country. It was utter anarchy; only the best-armed and most well-funded group would be able to come out on top.

[Keznov]

Niamey, Republic of Niger

9:00 PM, January 20th

Eight Assassins slowly crept down the hall of the President's Palace, they noticed the main office door. They opened it, President Kubanda turned to see who it was, just as he did they aimed pistols with silencers attached at him and fired five rounds each into him. After doing this they poured some gasoline over the body and the office and dropped a match in, they stormed out of the Palace quickly, got in a car and drove away.

2:00 PM, January 21st

Slowly the soldiers and the tanks moved forward into the Niger lands, at their lead was Major General Mobutu, he had a straight face as he stood on the military vechile as it moved. He knew he had to swiftly take all major cities, he knew his first stop would be Bilma and then Agades, which was right at the center. He also knew though that the Niger Army wasn't prepared for this as the late Niger President Kubanda had been ignorant and ignored the reports. For now he went onwards...

[The Grand Network]

Retcon

[Greater Tezdrian]

Afrika: Pawn van'n Koue Oorlog

Volke Verdedigende Kantoor
Vrystad,
The Afrikan Freivolkstaat
circa 1970

Vrystad was widely known to be one of the most militant cities within the Volkstaat. The number one choice of soldiers back from patrol and sailors back from their ships. It was also the site of the Volke Verdedigende Kantoor, which was the forefront of the Volkstaat's military defense.

Not that you would have known it, by the looks of the haggard men inside the Kantoor's offices. Drawn and obviously fatigued, a nervous cast have settled over the building. The bloodthirsty declarations of the Negro Communist nations had left White Africans nervous across the continent. Many had fled their farms and homesteads as a result; fleeing to the comforting white glow of the Volkstaat and it's well-staffed militias.

Well-staffed on the surface, atleast. The fiercely independent immigrants who formed the backbone of the nation had resisted a great deal of the Defense Office's encroachment and regulation and made the business of defending the people more difficult in the process.

All this information had entered the calculations of Theunis Coetzee, Grand Admiral of the Volkemilitêre of the Volkstaat and Defender of the Nation. "The Nigger communists have declared a global war on Capitalism" he declared before his fellow Admirals; Marius Van Rensburg and Riaan du Toit. They both looked rather nonplussed, as they had doubtless already known of the declarations through the medium of that morning's papers.

"So?" asked Van Rensburg "We knew that; and why should it concern us? We are an agricultural nation with little in the way or CEOs or Corporations." Admiral Coetzee has rather irritated to admit to himself that Rensburg had a point. He plunged in regardless. "And what the deuce or difference do you think it makes to them?" he demanded with an affected air of savagery, "They don't give a flying fuck for reality, merely what is inscribed in their precious manifesto. Gentlemen, we must prepare for war.

[Lydenburg]

Bilma, Republic of Niger

A motley collection of Nigerien soldiers in mixed patterns of DPMs and uniforms shuffled into place behind a row of hastily-erected barbed wire and concrete defenses, terrified at the prospect of putting up any resistance against the Chadian army, which was in the process of making a mobile advance into eastern Niger.

They were low on ammunition; the only clips for their AK-47's and Uzi submachine guns were in the chest pouches they wore, and the soldiers were demoralised by the sudden assault on their country. Civilians were being forcibly evacuated from the nearby adobe huts as the little force prepared to make their stand. The Chadian forces would be upon them in a few hours, and now their radio operators were trying to get contact from the high command in Niamey, which seemed to be in disarray, especially now that the Presidential Palace itself was on fire and the president was missing.

"We have orders to fall back!!" shouted one of the radiomen in broken French as he clambered out of one of the nearby armored cars. "No one else is making a stand. This is a disorganized mess. A breakdown in communications has already led to several vital units mistakenly withdrawing from the border. The Chadian blitz is gaining ground."

Without senior commanders to direct them, the panic of the situation set in and soon the military was rapidly retreating before the enemy advance. No orders meant that the army had fallen apart at the seams. The sector commanders responsible for guarding their assigned areas hadn't gotten any instructions to act--thus, for the most part, they did nothing. The result was a mass retreat to Agadez and Tanout.

The following morning, as the citizens of Niger awoke to a new dawn and alarming emergency broadcasts, high command in Niamey remained paralyzed by the sudden onslaught.

[Keznov]

Agades, Republic of Niger

7:00 PM, January 25th

The Chadian troops were now throwing the bodies of the hundred or so men that had put up a stance against them in the city of Adages. General Mobutu was busy talking with some senior officers and the civilian leaders of the city. The attack on the city had lasted only thirty or so minutes. They now had to push forward to Tahoua then the Capital of Niger, Niamey. The advance was going faster than scheduled and Mobutu had received a call from President Malloum thanking him.

Tahoua, Republic of Niger

3:00 PM, January 27th

The asssault on Tahoua ended two hours ago and lasted roughly an hour, as there were atleast one thousand or more defenders which had been hiding in houses. Heavy artillery and tanks bombarded on the enemy areas killing about forty to sixty citizens. This was covered up by General Mobutu so no one except himself and senior military officers under him knew. Mobutu also knew Niamey would be taken in a day or two and the scraping up of the rest of the enemy forces would also take a day or two. So he would be here another week or so.