Dacruzian Civil War (MT/OPEN)

[The Republic of Sevevill]

OOC: this is sevevills puppet. I my post as several using this nation once or twice. Just cause Sometimes Im not on my computer/ipad and IDK my password very well and sometimes I will not have it so just imagine this puppet as my main nation K.

admral briggs stood on the deck of his aircraft carrier steaming fast twards the cost of dracuz. when they would arrive two sunshine class frigates would go to the dock with soldgiers and supplies, includeing a spec ops team lead by Lt. pixistick thats all he knew about them. he had met him once along the voyage for a briefing but that was it, it was a team of seven. His mind was reeling on the nickname, Pixistick why? it confused him. He had Ideas as to this though and they weren't pleasant to think about. He strolled over to the landing helicopter the back door opened and to marines in dress uniform marched out and stood facing each other President Joseph Henry strolled out. saluted the marines "Welcome to dracuz mr president. What was so important you had to come all this way?"
"wheres Mark Johnston? Or Pixi stick?" Joseph henry asked. "If you don't know find out I have a exucution to go to in 6 hours and its a long flight back."
"he is on one of the ships going ashore. I will have a helicopter pick him. why do you need him" the admral asked.
"he is now the squad leader for Oshol Squadron And I wanted to congradulate him myself"
"yes sir he will be notified immediately" the admiral said before walking away.

[Liberated Free Nations]

OOC: I think the Coalition should be declared the winners of this war. After all, the Dominion of Dacruz still exists and virtually every country supported the government side. Also, well-played, Euro Timur... definitely made things interesting.

IC: The last soldiers serving the LFN, mostly brainwashed Dacruzian natives, moved into Kala Lumpur territory and began suicide-bombing KL facilities, killing hundreds of "potential combatants" along with the rebels, effectively ending the LFN's presence in the civil war.

[The Green Union]

While this was happening Kim and the demolitions expert Holly were on the roof of the city hall dealing with the explosives. "They have wired the bomb through the communications power wires....smart bastards" Holly said, looking closely at the bomb and the wiring. "The detonator appears to be these wires, but it'll be to much trouble to have to replace these wires" Kim said. Holly looked up. "You know explosives" she asked. "My father was bomb squad, he taught me a few things" Kim said, looking closely at the bomb as well.

Jacques looked up from Adam's limp form long enough to see the two Seraph over by the explosives. "You mean they've rigged this place to blow?" Quickly going over his options Jacques made a decision. "We've completed our objective. We should get out of here now, don't bother risking our own lives over this." He turned to the DMA militia who had come up with the Valkyrie. "Walker, Agol, help me get Perkins out of here."

Jacques propped Adam into a sitting position, but as he did so blood cascaded from the wound in his chest, staining his shirt the colour of mud with the torrent. MCpl. Walker pushed Adam back down again. "We can't move him," the middle aged soldier warned. "He needs full immobilization until a proper medical unit can close the internal injuries and give him a mechanical heartbeat. The LAF Chinooks have what we need. I checked when we were at the airbase."

Jacques looked at Walker. "What are you, a doctor? How do you know all this?"

The militiaman looked slightly offended. "As a matter of fact I am a doctor," he said "and I know what I'm talking about."

At that moment the chatter of gunfire were heard from below. The LAF officers' radios crackled to life as DMA militiamen informed them of rebels advancing on city hall. "Go," Walker said, "we'll keep Lt. Perkins alive. You get down there and help the troops." The Master Corporal and the Seraph Valkyrie then set about redressing Adam's wounds.

Jacques stood, wiping his blood slathered hands off on his tunic. "Alright," he said, turning to Cpl. Agol "Agol, you're with me." And then, with one last glance at the troops on the roof, Cpl. Balladur and Cpl. Agol moved down the stairs to join in the fight below.

OOC: I think the Coalition should be declared the winners of this war. After all, the Dominion of Dacruz still exists and virtually every country supported the government side. Also, well-played, Euro Timur... definitely made things interesting.

OOC: This RP will need to be ended soon, but it seems like there are many side stories that have been formed that we can carry on with. Tusia Colonization, LFN civil war, GRA-ISAF war . . . and of course the conflict between Euro Timur and myself over the assassination of my king. I think we should plan to explore some of these once the cleanup on this RP is over.

[North Arkana]

While this was happening Kim and the demolitions expert Holly were on the roof of the city hall dealing with the explosives. "They have wired the bomb through the communications power wires....smart bastards" Holly said, looking closely at the bomb and the wiring. "The detonator appears to be these wires, but it'll be to much trouble to have to replace these wires" Kim said. Holly looked up. "You know explosives" she asked. "My father was bomb squad, he taught me a few things" Kim said, looking closely at the bomb as well.

Jacques looked up from Adam's limp form long enough to see the two Seraph over by the explosives. "You mean they've rigged this place to blow?" Quickly going over his options Jacques made a decision. "We've completed our objective. We should get out of here now, don't bother risking our own lives over this." He turned to the DMA militia who had come up with the Valkyrie. "Walker, Agol, help me get Perkins out of here."

Jacques propped Adam into a sitting position, but as he did so blood cascaded from the wound in his chest, staining his shirt the colour of mud with the torrent. MCpl. Walker pushed Adam back down again. "We can't move him," the middle aged soldier warned. "He needs full immobilization until a proper medical unit can close the internal injuries and give him a mechanical heartbeat. The LAF Chinooks have what we need. I checked when we were at the airbase."

Jacques looked at Walker. "What are you, a doctor? How do you know all this?"

The militiaman looked slightly offended. "As a matter of fact I am a doctor," he said "and I know what I'm talking about."

At that moment the chatter of gunfire were heard from below. The LAF officers' radios crackled to life as DMA militiamen informed them of rebels advancing on city hall. "Go," Walker said, "we'll keep Lt. Perkins alive. You get down there and help the troops." The Master Corporal and the Seraph Valkyrie then set about redressing Adam's wounds.

Jacques stood, wiping his blood slathered hands off on his tunic. "Alright," he said, turning to Cpl. Agol "Agol, you're with me." And then, with one last glance at the troops on the roof, Cpl. Balladur and Cpl. Agol moved down the stairs to join in the fight below.

OOC: I think the Coalition should be declared the winners of this war. After all, the Dominion of Dacruz still exists and virtually every country supported the government side. Also, well-played, Euro Timur... definitely made things interesting.

OOC: This RP will need to be ended soon, but it seems like there are many side stories that have been formed that we can carry on with. Tusia Colonization, LFN civil war, GRA-ISAF war . . . and of course the conflict between Euro Timur and myself over the assassination of my king. I think we should plan to explore some of these once the cleanup on this RP is over.

OOC: Both ISAF and I dropped out due to the sheer amount of wank and GM which was dripping from this RP at the time.

[Sevevill]

OOC: will there be a "clean up" where we repair what we have damaged and return it two its start of fighting state?

IC: Pixistick stood on the bow of the sunshine class frigate taking him to the shore of draquz, with supplies for building a sevilian FOB and his sqadrons job was to protect the engineers while they were building the temporary structures used for housing of men and tanks, he hoped they were a part of the end of war party, joining at the tail end of the conflict but he had no idea, the president said it was important to take something so they could have their names written in the history books for being part of this operation. which he had heard that had already cost sevevill casualties. It was important to sevevill that rebels did not finish on top. his brother who was alrady on a green union base said that one of their guys said it was a nasty group of guys. Lost in thought he faild to see the approaching private. "sir Admiral b..." pushing the man out of the way he walked over to the super structure where the confrence with admral brigs would take place.

[The Green Union]

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Dacruz city:

Balladur and Agol sprinted through the atrium of City Hall, coming outside into the hellhole that the street had become. The DMA and Seraph were pinned down by dozens of rebel infantry and armour advancing through the street on both sides. The DMA were entrenched in craters and rubble with Hotel Squad but the rebel crossfire was too thick to risk returning fire in any way. With a word to Cpl. Agol the two doubled back against the wall and moved up alongside the eastern rebel line. The M72 LAWs were drawn and in a flash and bang two rebel tanks were disabled. The DMA followed their example, destroying enemy armour with the anti-tank weapons some had been issued, but it wasn't enough. The rebels were right on top of the pro-government forces and the Seraph fire couldn't stop them. Realizing there was no other option, Jacques threw down his rifle and drew his sword.

"Fix bayonettes!" He yelled to the troops. "Charge forth for The Dominion of Dacruz!"

A burned out Rebel Tank from a DMA M72 Law strike


A post war artist's depiction of the final DMA bayonette charge.

[The Green Union]

Col. Fred, William Henry Airbase, Dacruz:

An out of breath Loyalist soldier burst through the door, saluting the Colonel before speaking. "Sir, the situation in Liberated Free Nations has escalated. After we drove them out of Dacruz there have been differing opinions. They are poised for a war of ideology." He then doubled over, out of breath from his run up the stairs.

The Colonel took his boots off the desk. "How is this a problem? It's making sure they don't try to take over Dacruz again. I don't suppose one of these ideologies we agree with?"

"Well, no, sir. But a sensible nation's peacekeeping force is being attacked by LFN troops in a port settlement right now. They are calling for assistance with an evacuation."

The Loyalist officer pondered this. "They should have known better than to try to impose their control on the LFN. Well, we have little choice. Most of our helicopters are free for operation," he said while writing on a piece of paper, "so give this to the tower."

The soldier looked at the paper. "All helicopter, sir? Won't they be shot down?"

"No. I'm scrambling Gold Squadron now."

The soldier nodded and saluted before turned to go, but Col. Fred called after him. "One more thing."

"Yes, sir?"

"Cpl. Balladur is in Dacruz city right now flushing out the last of the rebels. I want him on this mission."

Col. Fred, LAF foreign aid mission to Dacruz
To: RLAF air traffic control, William Henry Airbase

Request to immediately deploy seven of the Dacruzian aid mission's UH-147F Chinooks and twelve UH-146 Griffons to evacuate Sinoasian soldiers from a port town. Coordinates will be wired to the helicoopters in flight, and Gold Squadron's five UF-105 Arrows will clear the air of enemy aircraft before the helicopters arrive.

A UH-146 Griffon escort over Dacruzian airspace en-route for the Liberated Free Nations


A UH-147F Chinook en-route to LFN to evacuate Sinoasian peacekeepers


Gold Squadron's UF-105 Arrow Interceptors departing Dacruz for the Loberated Free Nations

OOC: This is also a post on the Liberated Free Nations RP in regarrds to the civil war in their country stemming from this thread.
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[The Green Union]

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Dacruz city:

The DMA smashed against the rebel line, running them into the ground with their bayonettes. The fighting was bloody, and it amazed Jacques that the young Dacruzians were able to fight on through such a hopeless situation. The battle shifted back and forth, and more than once the DMA were on the verge of routing, but Jacques yelled encouragement the whole time and the Seraph of Hotel Squad provided covering fire to keep the rebels from rallying. There was no honour in the bloodshed, no order. Just the will to go on.

But it was not enough.

Rebel tanks and heavy infantry closed in, firing machine guns that tore through the groups of DMA in the open. Jacques saw Pvt. Winchester take a bullet and go down. The militia fell back to the shell craters the Seraph were taking cover in, but the rebels used explosives including grenades to slay them there and their armour fired on city hall, threatening to bring the building down or set off the explosives on the roof. When there were only seven of the original twenty-six DMA troopers still able to fight, the rest either dead, fled, or wounded, Jacques made the final decision.

"No retreat, as there is nowhere to retreat to! If this is the end, let it come! I would be proud to die in such a fair country! So to those who feel this way, steady your blades one last time! Per Ardua Ad Astra!"

And in that moment, even as four last brave DMA soldiers rose from the cover to charge one last time, the sky was filled with the sound of guns. Looking up Jacques witnessed the last thing he could have hoped for. A Loyalist Griffon hovering above the carnage, like a Nordic Valkyrie over a slaughter, looking for worthy warriors. Two gunners were in the windows, firing on the rebels below. As he watched another Griffon appeared, and a Chinook which "parked" on the roof of city hall. With renewed courage the seven surviving DMA soldiers followed Cpl. Balladur into the open, forging directly against the rebel forces. The rebels were broken and dispersed, and soon Jacques stood among the wounded and dead of his squad. He looked out upon them, and spoke aloud.

I name you coureurs d'incendie, the runners of the fire. For you have come through the fires of hell to find the light again.

It turned out that of the thirty DMA soldiers in Jacques' squad, sixteen survived. The other twenty four either died on the field of battle or in hospital later. Four of the survivors faced a lifetime of severe physical and/or mental trauma. The remaining twelve made recoveries enough to live normal lives. But none of this was yet known to Jacques.

Looking up Jacques saw the Loyalist Chinook still in a parked position on the roof. As a Griffon landed and medical crews began searching for survivors Jacques and the seven intact militia sprinted to the roof of city hall and arrived on the roof just in time to see Lt. Perkins on a stretcher being wheeled into the helicopter. MCpl. Walker gave them the thumbs up. "They're not saying anything, but he'll be fine. I'm sure of that." Then his face fell when he saw how few of the squad had made it out. "Oh, don't tell me, the others . . ."

The Chinook proceeded to street level, where it picked up the remaining wounded. As it flew off into the sky another one appeared. The officer onboard saluted Jacques before speaking. "Cpl. Balladur, the command wishes you to take part in a mission to the Liberated Free Nations. I will brief you en-route."

Cpl. Agol put her hand on Jacques' shoulder. "I'm coming with you. After that fight . . . I don't know if any of us can just stand by and let you go into another fight like that."

Jacques turned to the surviving militia. "No. You guys only know LFN as a story, a menace from the north. Stay here. Rest. I will be back. Know that in my eyes you will all be warriors, and it has shown. You have done your country a great service."

And with that Cpl. Jacques Balladur boarded the Chinook to Liberated Free Nations, a nation that would be none too happy to see him.

[New Dacruz]

The Dacruzian Civil War was finally coming to an end. After the defeat of rebel forces in Dacruz city many rebels gave up on their cause in Dacruz in favour of that gaining momentum in Liberated Free Nations. Though the conflict was far from over, with violent groups opposing the government still carrying out terrorist attacks and attacks on the military across the nation, there could be no doubt that Dacruz would survive its civil war.

But not in the way it had entered.

Dacruz had been exposed to many foreign powers in the course of its conflict. Traditions had been adopted, alliances had been formed, and new doors had opened for the country. Dacruz was changed by its war, and just about all traces of the old government had been wiped out. Its people had not been spared either. Once a nation of two hundred and one million people, Dacruz was not left with only five million; the remaining 196 million either dead or displaced, living as refugees in nations such as The Green Union and Grande Republic of Arcadia. So on this day, two months and nine days after the war began, President William Henry once again walked the wasteland streets of Dacruz city. When his party, escorted by DMA and coalition forces and scores of Dacruzian citizens, reached the remains of the capital buildings, President Henry stood once again in the wreckage, right where the president's seat had been in the building in times of peace, and he said to the world:

"Dacruzians and members of the Coalition, today we stand ready to rebuild our nation. Dacruz may be damaged, perhaps beyond returning to our pre-war state, but we are not discouraged! This nation will grow great, but under a new legislation, a new policy, and with new international friends! But we will still stick to our traditions. Our love for freedom, democracy, peace! This is the beginning of a new chapter in our great nation's history! Now say it with me, my friends: Per Ardua Ad Astra!

And the hallowed stones and wastes of Dacruz city were once again filled with laughter and cheer as the people of her country sang their national anthem and traditional songs. Laughter had again returned to Dacruz.

It took another three years for the people of Dacruz to finally make their country whole again. Shortly after the third battle of Dacruz city rebels began pouring out of Dacruz and into the Liberated Free nations where their anarchist war was just getting started. The Cesopiumian occupied Tusia province was one of the longest holdouts, but in the end aggressive sanctions and appeals to the people of Tusia forced an election to once again join Dacruz. The election was won by the pro-Dacruz voters 56% to 44%. In this vote the new nation of Dacruz had been made whole again.

This nation has been created by The Green Union, and I hereby declare this RP complete.
If anyone wants to continue the story, I recommend you go to Liberated Free Nations civil war.
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It's been great working with all you guys, and I hope our nations cross paths again in the future!