AZEN Age of Chaos (OPEN, MT, CHARACTER ONLY) IC

[Azenyanistan]

Meanwhile, 7 of the soldiers, most of them armed with the tried-and-tested Kr-76 Assault Rifle, and Esgonian copy of the AK-74 Assault Rifle chambered in standard 5.56x45mm, who stayed in the Humvee to call for backup after being alerted of the cave, then spots a couple heading towards the caves where the others headed. They questioned how the couple are even in this area, considering what's further here is the Vanquarian border, where only border guards are present in the area. Once the couple was closing in on the cave and the male started giving his partner a French Kiss or some sort, 3 of them moved towards the couple, 2 of them raising their weapons as the third soldier started to shout at them.

"Hey! Who are you and what are you doing here? You know this area isn't safe, right?!"

Meanwhile inside, the team hears voices coming from the cave, apparently from Azens, saying they were from the "Saracen Network." Once they confirmed they were friendly, they lowered their weapons and goes deeper into the cave and noticed that Perima, the SARAz commander, was one of them.

The commander asked the Azens:
"So, who are you people? And Miss Perima, why are you with them?"

Perima answered "I am visiting them. Can I not visit my people? I am just visiting. I apologize. My relatives are here as well. My cousin and some of my nieces."

The Saracen Network fighters smiled and shook their fists at the Esgonians, saying "Hello! Hello!" or "Peace be with you!"

They were friendly and even the fighters lowered their weapons. Most of the fighters were young, from 15 to 33 years old. Most of the fighters wore civilian clothes and helmets which they found or got from their families or friends. But they seemed happy and full of morale. All of them were girls. Their weapons were AKs or Jaclean weapons and rifles or captured Filipino and Vanquarian guns.

Meanwhile...where the Esalonians and Esgonians, a few women on horses appeared on the dirt path that led to the mountains. They had rifles and helmets and loose clothing. The women shook their fists at them, letting them know by their gestures that they are Azen. They then approached the people and stopped and then dismounted. It took them a few hours to reach the mountains. They were 17 of them. The one that led them told them that they are all in Saracen territory.

[Western Pacific Territories]

"I know. I haven't kept myself uninformed here, nothing better to do. But you see, Azenyanistan can barely stand. They have been weakened many times. She can't keep fighting like this, and so, this Crusade must be as successful as possible. Show the Filipinos imperialism comes with consequence. Risk. This must work, and I will do everything in my power to make this as successful as possible. If you wish, call me Laurence. Laurence of Arabia. I sure look like it with this robe over my head. Anyways, we'll get prepared, get good at fighting, get disciplined, get prepared, and then strike. We'll strike the Filipino towns, loot them, raid them, destroy them, but not harm a single woman or child. Public support is vital. Cut off communications, disrupt supply lines, make the Filipinos fight as hard as possible. And scatter and flee at sign of trouble so they waste large amounts of money and other things trying to kill small groups."

"And like the Vietnamese and the Afghans and the Cubans, we must slowly transition from insurgency and guerrilla warfare to conventional warfare, with captured or donated weapons, ammunition, vehicles and other things. Azenyanistan can barely stand. But she is still standing. If I must, I will make Azenyanistan crash and I will make out of her a new Azenyanistan. And yes, Price...Price of Azenyanistan...this network will not harm anyone who is not fighting. I swear to God.

When we get 7000 or 70000, we must change from insurgents...to soldiers. Iran first. Then Iraq. Then Syria.

That is my plan. Iran, Iraq, Syria.

And I say to you, Price, I will observe my men and my men will observe their comrades as they evacuate the civilians to other towns. Like Saladin, we must overwhelm the enemy with kindness and gentleness. Mercy is our quality. As well as friendship.

Loyalty too. But there are anti-loyalists. Azenyanistan is going into a time of chaos, an age of chaos. And if they strike us with COIN?"

"Good. You have a thought plan, and morals. Many "righteous" organizations like yours falls apart or becomes misguided. And you know that modernization is the key. Yes, around 10,000 men, that's when you start to become a more professional force. Now, please, don't commit war crimes. It only makes you look bad, the point here is to look righteous and stay true to your original ideals. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to my house, could you give me a horse? Oh, and a gun."

[Esgonia]

The soldiers lowered their weapons and shook their fists also as a greeting, meanwhile one of them said to Perima.
"We're sorry, sir. We didn't even know that you are here."
The commander then radios back to HQ about their encounters with the Azens, then turns to Saladin.
"So, who might you be, If you don't mind, and what is your intention here?"

Meanwhile outside, the two soldiers keep their rifles pointed at their heads if anything goes wrong while the third soldier asked again. At the humvees, one of the soldier radios the Patrol Leader about the two soldiers. As the Azens arrive, the third soldiers greets them but the other two kept pointing their rifles at them,

[Azenyanistan]

"And like the Vietnamese and the Afghans and the Cubans, we must slowly transition from insurgency and guerrilla warfare to conventional warfare, with captured or donated weapons, ammunition, vehicles and other things. Azenyanistan can barely stand. But she is still standing. If I must, I will make Azenyanistan crash and I will make out of her a new Azenyanistan. And yes, Price...Price of Azenyanistan...this network will not harm anyone who is not fighting. I swear to God.

When we get 7000 or 70000, we must change from insurgents...to soldiers. Iran first. Then Iraq. Then Syria.

That is my plan. Iran, Iraq, Syria.

And I say to you, Price, I will observe my men and my men will observe their comrades as they evacuate the civilians to other towns. Like Saladin, we must overwhelm the enemy with kindness and gentleness. Mercy is our quality. As well as friendship.

Loyalty too. But there are anti-loyalists. Azenyanistan is going into a time of chaos, an age of chaos. And if they strike us with COIN?"

"Good. You have a thought plan, and morals. Many "righteous" organizations like yours falls apart or becomes misguided. And you know that modernization is the key. Yes, around 10,000 men, that's when you start to become a more professional force. Now, please, don't commit war crimes. It only makes you look bad, the point here is to look righteous and stay true to your original ideals. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to my house, could you give me a horse? Oh, and a gun."

"Never forsake the orphan, never abandon the survivor or you will be shot seven times and you will lose everything seventy seven times and you will die seven hundred and seventy seven times. That is a proverb of the Azens. The Saracens will not commit war crimes nor will they forsake me or my ideals. Righteousness. Goodness.

And you may have a horse.

Ask the Afghans for a Lee Enfield and for an Esgonian AK."

Saladin said before she turned and went out, saying

"I must urinate outside. Will you come with me before you leave?"

[Western Pacific Territories]

"Good. You have a thought plan, and morals. Many "righteous" organizations like yours falls apart or becomes misguided. And you know that modernization is the key. Yes, around 10,000 men, that's when you start to become a more professional force. Now, please, don't commit war crimes. It only makes you look bad, the point here is to look righteous and stay true to your original ideals. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to my house, could you give me a horse? Oh, and a gun."

"Never forsake the orphan, never abandon the survivor or you will be shot seven times and you will lose everything seventy seven times and you will die seven hundred and seventy seven times. That is a proverb of the Azens. The Saracens will not commit war crimes nor will they forsake me or my ideals. Righteousness. Goodness.

And you may have a horse.

Ask the Afghans for a Lee Enfield and for an Esgonian AK."

Saladin said before she turned and went out, saying

"I must urinate outside. Will you come with me before you leave?"

"Erm, no thanks. I just want to go home. Now, I guess I'll be on my way. Who knows what I'll find?"

[Free Asian Ports]

Kimiko was sunbathing topless in one of the recreational areas of Aberdeen AFB. She was soaking up the rays, hoping for a good tan. Not that she was expecting success, though. She was really just doing it to relax. Just a week ago, she was in the frigid WPT, herding refugees like she was here in Azenyanistan even earlier. The one fun thing she did in the last three months was that little shindig in Moscow. That was fun. Everything was at best boring and at worst stressful.

Which was why she was sunbathing. Just laying there, soaking up the rays. Not a care in the world.

She had arrived a week ago. It seemed her division was permanently stationed in SARAz for the foreseeable future. All 12,000 men and women and their accompanying vehicles resided in the massive military city that was Aberdeen. These places were becoming more common, with another one in the WPT being built on the foundation of Randgriz. Aberdeen and Randgriz were both quickly becoming the largest concentrations of military power outside their mother countries, with over 100,000 troops permanently stationed between them and even more temporarily stationed, rotating out every month or so with another unit. It was busy almost 24/7, with regular flights of aircraft in and out of the AFB component of the base bringing yet more troops and construction supplies, legions of engineers further expanding the base and constructing a vast infrastructure fit for a literal city, and much of the garrison out on military exercises to ensure that they were ready for combat.

Which was why she was sunbathing. Just laying there, soaking up the rays. Not lying in puddles of mud out in the countryside waiting for orders from Battalion HQ to move on such and such farmhouse to support Company B with fire support.

Sunbathing was difficult for Porteans. The Japanese complexion made it rather hard for them to produce the keratin needed to get that carmel color that normally forms in other ethnicities. So Kimiko and the dozen or so other female Portean Marines here right now were, at best, getting a light tan that would fade in a few days back home or, at worst, getting a giant sun burn.

Two FAPAF F-15Js fashed overhead, just coming back from a patrol. As they passed overhead, they cast a shadow over Kimiko. She sighed, and sat up to look at the aircraft as they returned. The, now distant, fighters banked to line up on the runway. They popped air brakes and lowered their gear, then one by one set down on the runway and slowed to a halt. They taxied to an out of sight flight line and shut down for the ground crew to take care of them. Kimiko turned to watch a C-130 in Esgonian colors set down on the runway more slowly.

"Every day it's something new, isn't it?" She thought with a frown. "No rest for the weary then..."

At the entrance of the AFB was a sign that read "Welcome to Fightertown, SARA". It was true, too: no less than 20 fighter squadrons between the participating nations were stationed here. The vast majority seemed to be F-15 Eagles, with the Esgonian C's and E's and Portean J's and SG's. There were others, too. F-16D+'s from Singapore, Su-37s from Esgonian bases, and more that were stationed elsewhere.

Kimiko got up out of the cheap lounge chair that served as a tanning bed for the foolish or bored and put a bra on. She picked up her stuff and walked towards the nearby shower house. As an officer, she was entitled to a private stall. Normally, she'd use the communal one to bond with the rank and file, but she didn't feel like that right now. She found a changing room and stripped naked and put her stuff in a locker. She took the soap and shampoo and took one of the stalls. Turning on the water, she soaked herself for a bit then scrubbed herself with soap. She took extra care to clean her crevices, and was soon covered in suds. She then scrubbed her hair with shampoo, and was now mostly a mass of bubbles. She stuck her head under the stream of water and washed it all off. She was now squeaky clean and very wet. Turning off the water, Kimiko stepped out of the stall and returned to the changing room. She patted herself down with a towel and put her clothes back on, consisting mostly of her underwear.

Dressed as such, she walked back to the officer's dormitories. It was a temporary building, while the permanent one was being constructed elsewhere. She climbed up the steps to the third floor, walked over to her room, and went inside. There, she put on some actual clothes, the standard BDU issued to FAP Marines. Once she was fully dressed, Kimiko walked over to Battalion HQ. Maybe she could get a patrol assignment for her platoon.

Within a few hours, and one short argument with her CO, she was rallying her platoon. Soon, three Patria AMVs and one LAV III rolled out the front gate of Aberdeen. They headed towards the hills, roughly in the direction of an Esgonian patrol. Kimiko bounced along, as happy as a bored Marine could be when going out on a patrol.

[Esalonia]

"Honey, someone's..." Maxinne says as she slowly pulls Jehiel's hands and face away from her. The couple now lay each others' hands on their love handles, while staring startled at the soldiers.

Immediately they go hands up and drop everything they have on. Their backpack, their concealed handguns still in their holsters. The couple knelt on the hot sand, with their hands on their napes, heads down and looking to the sand darkened by their shadows. "If you ask me those concealed handguns of ours are government issue and all active Esalonian military personnel are required to bring those anywhere they go when outside military service."

If one would look closely the weapon has a rather unorthodox design. As was every firearm affected by the revolutionary leap in Esalonian firearms engineering this one had ways to reduce recoil, like a long recoil system and an off-axis recoil re-vectoring system based on the Kriss Kard, with an internally threaded muzzle brake. Despite the fact that the gun was as 3/4ths as long as a Desert Eagle it was still relatively easy to conceal, due to its slim profile. Overall the aesthetic appearance would remind someone of the bastard child of a Kriss Kard and an LY46 pistol, with an internally threaded muzzle brake for barrel attachments like silencers, and a heavy tungsten bolt-carrier. Despite the tungsten bolt carrier the weapon still remains light, at 900 grams, due in part to parts not essential to operation being made from carbon fiber-reinforced polymer.

They would, however, not let go of their money, and their maps. Their money was well hidden in a bank and the maps cunningly concealed-but where? Where. They won't find a significant amount of money. It would be hard to find their maps.

[Esgonia]

The soldiers slowly approach the couple as they search him. Then one of the soldiers asked.
"Despite that, you are not supposed to be here. This is not a place for tourists or whatever you are here for to be scurrying about."
He noticed the guns and was impressed by its design, and it looked better than their standard issue P250 handguns. They had no intentions of taking anything from them, despite they somehow looked as if they were able to spend a month in Dubai or so, and judging from their weapons and their identity, was suspicious enough to be some sort of agent. After they were searched and was cleared. He then said to the couple.

"This area's under strict surveillance as reports of multiple rebel fighters crawl within the area. And further up to the north is the Vanquarian border, which has been shut down due to reports of violence in the area." He points ahead of him, showing the wide arid desert. Further up ahead was the border, secured by electric fences, automatic security sensors, machine guns, helicopter and air patrols, and so on. This was double the usual amount of security due to the violence rumored to be at the otherside.
"You people should leave now. Else you'll face heavy consequences" He tells them.
The soldiers then finish up their work and motions them to head back.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Cpt. Price.
He galloped on his horse down the dirt road. It was probably active, or used by many every now and then. He had just met up and confirmed the existence of this "Crusade". He wondered if someone was nearby. It appeared so. Whatever it was, he could hear it but couldn't see it from afar. Too far away. He began to develop a cold sweat, wondering what it was. He crawled off his horse, before lowering his rifle and slowly walking to his right. Something wasn't right here, and he wasn't about to find out.

[Esalonia]

Rebels. The couple thought. Then a crusade. The couple thought once again.

"What rebels sir? If yes then it's a vacation turned mission for us, but as per orders we're going." said the couple as they picked up their concealed carry handguns and their backpacks and scurried off to somewhere else.

But not before they stopped after five steps. A voice called them to stay.

[Esgonia]

"That's none of your concern. This is an USEAN operation and we will not allow any outside force meddle with affairs, especially as you stated that you are 'Off-Duty'. I'd suggest you shouldn't come back here unless you want to get detained or shot in the head by an Islamic fighter."

As the couple leaves, the soldiers begin to return to their Humvees when the soldiers spot a man riding a horse, apparently an Azen horse. They then get a report from the Team Leader that they personnel inside the caves were Azen 'Saracens' with commander Perima visiting them. But this man, was different. He looked completely different from the rest. Despite that, seeing that he was wearing average Azen attire, he simply let the man go as they turn to the 17 Saracen horseriders.

[Azenyanistan]

Saladin was the one who called the couple into staying. She told them "Come and follow me, I am Saladin, the leader of the Saracens in this part of Afghanistan. Welcome. Please, please, stay, if you have come here to join us. If not, please leave. But if you really came here to seek us, do not waste your travel and come with me."

She then produced a canteen of water out of her bag which she got from the caves and gave it to the couple.

"Water and food is plenty here. But Azenyanistan is running out of water slowly."

She then turned and went inside the caves once more, gesturing to them to follow.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Price moved towards the area where that "Saladin" fellow and her Crusade were hiding. That road encounter he had yesterday easily could have gone horribly, but thankfully, they let him go. But that wouldn't stop him. If nothing else, this Crusade would just give him something to write about, think about, something for him to do. He had decided on a alternative route this time, that road was too pesky, and that worried him. He was trying to recall where that cave was, he couldn't figure out where it was, but he'd find it. If not, he could always just scout the general area and hope that he found a Saracen horsewoman to ask directions to.

The sweat was beginning to form on his head. That water bottle was still there, half full, but it was no longer very cold. It was a little cold, but basically, well, not cold, but not warm would be the best way to describe it. He, after a few minutes of confusion, remembered the location of that cave, and rode his horse towards it.

[Esalonia]

"I'm okay with that, Saladin." Jehiel replied, with Maxinne still following him.

[Azenyanistan]

"I'm okay with that, Saladin." Jehiel replied, with Maxinne still following him.

Saladin led them into the caves. She told them "Welcome to the Saracen Network. This is our Afghan HQ. Please tell me, why are you here and be honest, do not lie, I do not like liars, in fact, Azens do not like liars at all. So please be honest."

[Esalonia]

The cave that Saladin led the couple to was not the cave he'd expected. He was not expecting a cave with a full-blown headquarters, he was not expecting a place like Site Hotel Bravo. He wanted to go spelunking, but not spelunking in an underground HQ, where they might breath their last.

The cave was filled with armed and armored women, holding an assortment of Eastern Bloc weaponry and clothed just like any woman in the Middle East. He assumed they're some kind of fighters-but...what are they fighting for? This feeling of suspicion made Jehiel tremble subtly as he followed Saladin to the caves, without any idea of where his footsteps would take him.

Finally at the caves, he would say: "I was just...going to go spelunking, you know, exploring caves. Thanks for giving us a bit of solace. What is the Saracen Network, by the way?" Jehiel asked.

[Azenyanistan]

The cave that Saladin led the couple to was not the cave he'd expected. He was not expecting a cave with a full-blown headquarters, he was not expecting a place like Site Hotel Bravo. He wanted to go spelunking, but not spelunking in an underground HQ, where they might breath their last.

The cave was filled with armed and armored women, holding an assortment of Eastern Bloc weaponry and clothed just like any woman in the Middle East. He assumed they're some kind of fighters-but...what are they fighting for? This feeling of suspicion made Jehiel tremble subtly as he followed Saladin to the caves, without any idea of where his footsteps would take him.

Finally at the caves, he would say: "I was just...going to go spelunking, you know, exploring caves. Thanks for giving us a bit of solace. What is the Saracen Network, by the way?" Jehiel asked.

Saladin laughed and said "I am so sorry to disappoint you two love birds. You are new faces here. Do not mind my comrades if they stare at you or smile as they look upon you. Especially at you, young man, we Azens and Afghans have not seen a man for so much of our lives. They are all dead or missing.

Azens wore gray or black or white clothes, the Afghans wore their own attire. They tend not to wash their headscarves until somebody tells them to wash it. Often, nobody tells them. And no one knows why often no one tells them to wash it. Not all of them wear headscarves. Some are Jews, Christians. Others are nonbelievers.

She continued "The Saracen Network is a network of Saracens aka anyone who wants a cause for fighting devoted right now to taking several pieces of land back from the NPE and return it to Azenyanistan. Many of my people and many of our people were killed or raped or butchered or enslaved or missing because of the Azen Wars. War after war, we tried to drive them out but we fail and end up losing more faith. It is the fault of our country under the 1st Speaker. Terrorists were supported. But not anymore. DO not behave like those people. We are the new generation. I did not lose my entire village and my entire family to the NPE and Vanquaria because the two nations wanted to. No, they came here to punish us for being terrorists and anti-communists. But I am not a terrorist, I am not an anti-communist.
All their doing is wrong, they help us but they use us. Abuse! Abuse!"

[Azenyanistan]

Yaneza

The PRO-NPE factions were all ready. Seven have chosen to do this mission. There were no Azens protecting the Palace of The Speaker. It was empty. Left behind. Empty. All abandoned. Only one Azen though took care of it. And it was a pregnant woman. And she is going to be a dead pregnant woman.

Dasyah, the leader of the most brutal faction, the White Movement of The Filipino Empire, was walking out of her headquarters with over 100 of her own troops. They had molotov cocktails, AKs and pistols and machetes and most of them were women. These NPE Azens were joined by the six other factions, each contributing 50 people.

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After the NPE Azens entered the building, they threw their fires and explosives into the building and the ones outside did the same, throwing their fires at the outside. And they left it and soon, the greatest building in Azenyanistan, this eleven floor marvel, this marvel that had several arches and domes, this beauty that both had the crescent moon, the cross, the star, it was now burning. And the Azens of the NPE were recording it on video, so that they may show it to the world.

And unknowingly start the event that may claim over 77 million Azen lives. And several foreign lives as well.

[Esgonia]

Back in the base, command, in their horror, was shocked over at the situation in the Filipino territory. Major Kristal himself, stared at the feed in horror as White Movement Azens pillage and murder the fellow countrymen. Even raping them as their beloved Palace of the Speaker burns to the ground.
"My god, why would they do this?" Said one of the Captains. Then the communications officer receives a transmission coming from the Imperials on the other side of the border.
"Sir, the Filipinos have requested our assistance in their territory. Says that they are unable to control the situation there." The Major wanted to laugh at the irony that they were mighty yet were unable to control their people, but as the monitors show more horrific crimes, he decided to take action on this.
"We're going to have to do this. Let's hit them with air strikes. Inform the Ratteans and the Porteans about this."
"But sir, do we have any authorization from- wait." Says the comms officer, as he receives another transmission, this time from the Unionists. After the transmission was sent, he nodded and turned to the Major.

"Sir, the Unionists just gave us the green."
"Alright then, scramble the bombers. We must crush them here, and now!"
As soon as he gave the order, alarms were being activated all over AFB Aberdeen.

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ALL PILOTS, REPORT TO THE BRIEFING ROOM IMMEDIATELY!
The pilots and soldiers, who were busy eating lunch or casually relaxing outside, were being shaken up by the alarms being sounded and an order to bring all pilots to the briefing room. As soon as all the pilots were in. The Major stood in front of them, and informed them of the situation.

"Ah, good to see you all here. Probably one thing I can smile about on this day. Putting that aside, earlier, Azens from the Filipino-Controlled territory have now gone wild and are murdering and raping people, shown here."
Pictures of the scene were being displayed on the monitor, making some of the airmen recoil in disgust. "And now the Filipinos have requested us to attack them. Gentlemen, I do not want to say this. But, we're bombing Azenyanistan."

The airmen were lost for words, they have to bomb them?
Major Kristal, after seeing the looks of the airmen, continued. "If we don't do this, then it will spread here, killing more and more Azens, DO YOU WANT THAT TO HAPPEN?!"

They were all in shock, realizing that they had no choice, shouted in unison. "SIR! NO SIR!"

"Good. Now, get to your craft. Coordinates will be relayed once you're all in the air. Remember the Rules of Engagement. Do NOT hit anything but enemy encampments. Are we clear?"

"SIR! YES SIR!"

"Now, MOVE OUT!"

The men saluted as they scramble to their bombers and aircraft. The Esgonian contingent in the SARAz, had several aircraft at its disposal, and some of them composed of fighter bombers and attack aircraft, such as the F4-E, A-10, and the F-15E and SE. The heavy bombers, numbering only 5 B-52's, were ordered to be on standby.

Meanwhile Kotori, who had just woken up and walked towards the Major, was surprised at the airmen scrambling. The Major patted her on the shoulder and said.

"Kotori, glad that you're here. We have a special assignment for you..."

[Free Asian Ports]

"Yes. Yes, I'm seeing it. I agree, I'll send out the order now" the Defense Minister got off the phone with his Esgonian counterpart. "Give the order to scramble. The Unionists have given us the green light" he told his second. The general nodded, and left the room to go to the command center.


The sirens were wailing at Aberdeen AFB, and dozens of FAP airmen were sprinting towards their aircraft. A full-blown deployment was underway. The FAP contingent that was about to take off was made up of F-15SGs, F-16D+s, A-10s, and F-4Gs. 12 Su-24s were also on standby for heavier fire support. A Colonel was walking towards his aircraft, one of the F-16s, and shouting orders to the scrambling pilots. Col. Suzuka was in command of this particular mission, and he was damn serious about it.

"I WANT PLANES STACKED UP AT EVERY 500 FEET, AT A 2 KILOMETER SPREAD BETWEEN FLIGHTS! TARGET INFORMATION WILL BE RELAYED TO YOU FROM THE ESGONIANS AND OUR OWN F-4S!"

"SIR, YES SIR!" came the response, as the assembled squadron broke to man their planes. Trucks laden with guided munitions and standoff missiles drove up to each plane, loading them with thousands of pounds of ordnance each. Once they were fully fueled and armed, they started up and the pilots taxied them to the runway. Within minutes, over a hundred aircraft were in the skies, coordinating with allied planes.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Price arrived at the cave. He jumped off his horse and yelled into the cave, saying "I'm back? You wanna raid or something?"

[Azenyanistan]

"Run! Run away! Get to the SARAz! Get to the-" Shouted an Azen woman who was protecting her family with a very old AK. She was not able to finish her sentence as she was shot. The White Movement has reached Iraq, where the majority of the Azen population of the NPE was. The White Movement was gunning down women and children with machine guns or destroying them with grenades and molotov cocktails. Several bodies have been melted down by too many molotovs. The flag of Azenyanistan was hanging in that city. The White Movement burned it down and witnessed the pole bring it down with a crash. The women they captured, they hanged while still alive. Children were being thrown down from roofs and windows. Babies were being bayoneted as they were thrown into the air. A family tried to escape. The two women taking care of the children were shot and taken away to be used for disgusting things, the babies being thrown at the walls, their heads split by the force, the girls were humiliated and used, the boys were pinned down and slowly beheaded.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCvUKpMQ4Kk

Meanwhile in the Azen Islands, Oasis had suffered a severe break down as millions of her Azens have gone mad, the most precious building in Azenyanistan being destroyed in fire, the caretaker slaughtered, her baby butchered. It was the same everywhere else. The Azens were angry at their own people for destroying the most precious thing in Azenyanistan: The Palace of The Speaker.

Gradually, the Azens flooded the centers of recruitment of each nation occupying the land, they were shouting, they were angry, they were yelling, crying, arguing. Different beliefs cannot share a land. They cannot share a land.

Meanwhile, Azens in Turkey, Afghanistan, Central Asia, Jordan, Saudi Arabia and the rest of Azenyanistan, both former and not, were flooding the recruitment centers. It was chaos. It was all chaos!

[Azenyanistan]

Price arrived at the cave. He jumped off his horse and yelled into the cave, saying "I'm back? You wanna raid or something?"

Saladin was horrified, her eyes wide, her skin pale. She nodded at Price and said "The Palace. They...they burned it down. And they are now killing the non-supporters."

She pointed at the TV the Saracens had. Many were watching. The palace was burning. The White Movement and their allies were killing women and children. Hanged or burned or slowly beheaded or thrown from roofs or raped.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Price arrived at the cave. He jumped off his horse and yelled into the cave, saying "I'm back? You wanna raid or something?"

Saladin was horrified, her eyes wide, her skin pale. She nodded at Price and said "The Palace. They...they burned it down. And they are now killing the non-supporters."

She pointed at the TV the Saracens had. Many were watching. The palace was burning. The White Movement and their allies were killing women and children. Hanged or burned or slowly beheaded or thrown from roofs or raped.

Price walked up slowly to the TV, muttering "No... no no no..." He cleared his throat, before shouting as loud as he could. "Do you see this! Look at this! This is Azenyanistan! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT! No, no it isn't! This right here, is what happens to any freedom force in this area of the world. Do you think this is despicable? DO YOU!? Look here. This. Is. Not. What. We. Want... who is up for a raid? A raid on NPE and White Movement held territory? Let's teach these ***tards what they deserve, do you hear me?"

[Azenyanistan]

Saladin was horrified, her eyes wide, her skin pale. She nodded at Price and said "The Palace. They...they burned it down. And they are now killing the non-supporters."

She pointed at the TV the Saracens had. Many were watching. The palace was burning. The White Movement and their allies were killing women and children. Hanged or burned or slowly beheaded or thrown from roofs or raped.

Price walked up slowly to the TV, muttering "No... no no no..." He cleared his throat, before shouting as loud as he could. "Do you see this! Look at this! This is Azenyanistan! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT! No, no it isn't! This right here, is what happens to any freedom force in this area of the world. Do you think this is despicable? DO YOU!? Look here. This. Is. Not. What. We. Want... who is up for a raid? A raid on NPE and White Movement held territory? Let's teach these ***tards what they deserve, do you hear me?"

The Saracens stood up, everyone did, Saladin nodded, returning to her normality. She then said to them "Brothers! Sisters! Sisters! God has given you this day! We will take no White Movement Azen prisoner! Save Azenyanistan! Let's go!" And they shouted "WE BURN!!!" And Saladin shook her fist at them, chanting "Azenyanistan!" And they chanted "Azenyanistan" as well. After all that, they ran out of their caves, bringing their ammunition and weapons with them, taking their horses and their motorcycles and their cars.