Liberty Islands: Total Collapse [MT] [OPEN] [IC]

[Oesterra]

GREEN = Libertine Armed Forces (LAF) — Governmental forces, mainly relying on outdated Oesterran, American, Turmenistanian, and Soviet equipment. Have been responsible for slaughtering and suppressing protests and riots.
ORANGE = National Liberation Front (NLF) — Rebels lacking central leadership, with the only goal having been to depose Jimbo Loggins. Their goal of establishing a democratic Liberty Islands was far-fetched and failed, and many war crimes ended up being committed due to the lack of central leadership.
BLUE = People's Patriotic Army (PPA) — A splinter faction of the NLF, led by the now-deceased General Hannibal. The PPA were among the most brutal, but are now swiftly declining after the death of their leader.
YELLOW = Catholic Resistance Army (CRA) — Religious reactionary zealot faction established after tensions between Muslims and Catholics boiled over.
DARK YELLOW = Libertine Mujahideen Front (LMF) —Religious reactionary zealot faction established in response to RLA and CRA oppression.
LIGHT TAN= Batusi Liberation Army (BLA) — The Batusi are an ethnic group residing in the South-Central Island, but the genocidal policies of the LDF have caused them to become growingly defensive of themselves.
YELLOWISH TAN= Hubostani Revolutionary Army (HRA) — The Hubostanis were sworn rivals of the Batusi, and continue to fight and slaughter them while also fighting the LDF.
MEDIUM TAN= Libertine Defense Front (LDF) — The Libertine Defense Force are the most organized force of them all, having established the de-facto South Libertine Union. They are Afrikaner white secessionists, and are responsible for the systematic genocide of the Hubostanis and Batusi people.
RED= Red Libertine Army (RLA) — Quickly rising from the ashes of the PPA, they soon became the most brutal faction, including ritualistic blood drinking, heart consumption, and various cannibalistic acts, although the PPA and many more have already done similar feats.
DARK RED= South Pandurian Freedom and Independence Army (SPFIA) — The South Pandurian people have been suppressed multiple times before the civil war, and many have seen the war as a reason to fight. Despite their noble motives, they have been quite brutal with Libertine Armed Forces soldiers.
WHITE = True Red Libertine Army (TRLA) — A splinter of the RLA under General Samurai, the TRLA has no true goal or motive, but bears the same marks of brutality.
Grey = Total Anarchy — Warlords and governments alike have failed to keep these locations in control. Most cities in this area have either been deserted or have descended into individualistic survivalism. Many cities here can be seen decaying and being reclaimed by nature. Where the term anarchy would bring the image of total chaos, it is, in fact, the opposite. Eerie silence and deserted streets are prominent.

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HOSTILE TAKEOVER IN THE LIBERTY ISLANDS!
Posted by Eric McCann, Senior ANN Editor
Last Updated 2/13/16, 9:12 PM

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The Liberty Islands have, for a long time, have been a tourist center and an escape from the daily routines of life for many, especially in Turmenista. The Liberty Islands have historically been the result of Oesterran-backed colonizations of the Pacific, which mainly involved sending African-Oesterran freedmen to the newly-acquired colonies. Since the 1950s, the islands have been a massive tourist hub, with pristine beaches, expensive resort hotels, and exotic sights such as the ruined IJN Agatsuma, a Kaga-class carrier which had sunken into the shallows of Paradise.

This beautiful place, however, has come under the rule of what many see as an unstable, vicious, and downright dangerous dictator Jimbo Loggins. Contrary to these claims, however, the he has opened ports to many nations in the AFR Sphere, such as the nations of the Edhelgaer States Union. To many, this has been seen as a move to stabilize and gain international support for his regime. However, as is, his power is in decline without doubt. His coup began, as he had presided over the Libertine Armed Forces (LAF), with him storming the palace of President Robin Ndembe, who had been loved across the nation. As many sources have alleged, Ndembe was tortured for seven hours before finally being executed inside the palace before his own family, which would also be executed. Various members of the Free Libertine Party, whom Ndembe was an integral part of, were also executed under Jimbo's orders.

Under the de-facto Libertine Armed Forces junta under Jimbo Loggins, public support is quite clearly not eminent. In fact, it is quite the opposite, as protesters have hit the streets in response to the takeover. The government, however, has already put in measures to suppress these mass demonstrations by force. These brute and uncivilized acts have stirred quite the outrage internationally, and rumors of a civil war are already stirring. The future of the Liberty Islands is in the balance.

[Turmenista]

Operation Vice
2/14/16, 1:04 AM
TSS Loki


"Mombongo's Audio Log, Beginning Log-001:

Liberty. Liberty Islands.

Heh. Ironic, considering its the literal holding cell of almost 5 million African-Oesterran 'criminals'...

Liberty Islands was intended as a promised 'safe haven' for these deported citizens back in the days of the Oesterran segregation and all, but, pretty soon, after thousands of attacks near the Oesterran and Turmenistanian embassies, it's pretty evident that it is becoming more of a hell on earth to not only these people, but everyone affected in the crossfire.
Kidnappings, rape, murder, weapons trafficking, even cannibalism, the list goes on and on. Tourists unfortunate enough to be caught in all this are often snatched and sold on the market while crime and drugs run rampant in the city areas. With all this crime and violence going on, nobody knows What's gonna go on. Will the Liberty Islands civil war devolve into a worldwide situation? Who knows? What is known, for sure, is that the Turmenistanian Amphibious force, the 42nd... the one I'm attached to.. They're determined to land on this jungle island turned sour and bring peace in the name of the AFR. Us in the 42nd are ready to turn this hellhole back into the paradise it once was, should the need call, whether these idiots like it or not. If we succeed, this is gonna be something we're all just gonna forget about in the ages.

But.. if anything arises.. I feel as if this is going to devolve into something much, much worse.. After all, according to these people, there are no rules in this jungle.

Audio Log Ended."

The helicopter came to a stop on the rear helipad of the destroyer, the Turmenistanian marines promptly exiting as they ducked on the way out, wasting no time to hustle over to the officer waiting for them.

"Kunjo!" The officer shouted, over the helicopter, which promptly lifted off and disappeared into the night. "Hope you got a good rest- you got a long way ahead of you training these marines! When they say you're one of the best, I hope they mean it!"

"I aim to please!" Kunjo shouted over the wind and rotor. The wind blew so hard, it tugged at the flight crew struggling to get back inside, and even kicked up big waves of water onto the side of the boat. As they entered the boat, the rain-drenched marines of Mombongo's squad all shouted in relief, thankful to be alive over those hellish wings. "You had one hell of a pilot there, Captain." The officer said. "Glad you could make it before the wind made landing impossible. I'm Colonel Hollande, by the way." He extended his hand to the dark-skinned Mombongo, who promptly shook the superior's hand. "Now, as an introduction, Loki's got a main mess hall, where the marines and sailors spend most of their time. You'll be staying in Block A, since you're guests, Officers in Block C and Marine/Sailors in Block B. Simple enough? Drinks and food provided to you are on the house, just for the occasion. Eat whenever you like- you had a long day."

"Appreciate it." Kunjo said, as he was guided over to the balcony of the mess hall, vacant at these hours. "I suspect this is where the marines I will be training and commanding will be at mostly?"

"Yep." Hollande said. "Don't worry. They don't bite. They just need a little of your.. special sauce. Not in the way you're thinking of, I mean. It's only a couple hundred of 'em. Don't worry."

"And you say I have full authorative power over the greenhorns? What, have they even been trained in guerrilla or picked up a rifle before?"

"Most, if not all of them, know how to shoot and have basic combat knowledge. We just need you to weed out the weaker ones and show them the ropes on how you operate."

Kunjo paused, thinking. "Alright, fine. Have them ready up by 6:30 for guerilla training in whatever "Teaching room" or whatever you call it, whatever one you have, have them ready by then. They are 'gon learn today."

[Oesterra]

Presidential Palace, Rodenia
Liberty Islands
8:22 AM Local Time

Rodenia was named after the Oesterran president Jason Roddefecker, who was pivotal in renovating the city to its current state in the mid-1940s when the Liberty Islands were still, in a technical sense, an Oesterran colony.

Jimbo Loggins walked outside of the palace, LAF soldiers already carrying equipment across the building for the refits which he had demanded. "A golden figurehead of a lion at the sides of my desk." He had told them. Opening the white and gold-lined doors of the palace, he stepped out to the lawn, to which various members of the junta hurried over to consult him.
"Sir! Ndembist protesters have blocked the Rodenia City Hall and have no intent of stopping." The general said, hurrying up to pace with the newly-throned dictator, who was walking across the reddish-pink brick path out of the Presidential Palace.
"Show them mercy. We will arrest them." Loggins said, continuing his walk to the edge of the Presidential palace. The gate was opened, to which a limousine, a black 1970's Pontillac, awaited with a sizable motorcade of aged Oesterran IFV-1s and American LAV-25s. Those who were following him entered as well, and Jimbo motioned an LAF soldier, who stood guard at the gates, to close the door for him. The soldier complied, and shut the door before saluting as the limo drove away. The limousine passed through the city blocks in Rodenia, which, at some points, were cobblestone, and at others, were asphalt. The ride was bumpy, yes, but such was life in the Liberty Islands. The automated voice of the GPS could be heard giving the driver directions, and, in a matter of minutes, they were at a standstill before a rabid crowd which surrounded the city hall.

"GIVE US NDEMBE! GIVE US NDEMBE!" They chanted, and it could be heard even within the limo. Jimbo patted the driver on the shoulder, and drew a CDD from his uniform pocket. He handed it to the driver, who promptly slid it into the car's stereo. The magnetic tape began spinning, and rock music began blaring inside the limousine. The crowds, which had taken note of the Presidential limo, were cautious from the rusty LAV-25 which was situated directly behind it. Despite this, Jimbo knew they were coming closer gradually. He nodded to the beat, and looked to the general he had spoken to earlier. He looked expectantly at the general, and the general quickly remembered.

He raised his radio, and issued the order. "Arrest them!" He instructed. From the LAV-25 behind them, LAF soldiers were hurrying over, rifles in hand. Across the city hall's plaza, on an adjacent street, more Libertine LAVs were arriving on the scene, rear doors opening, bringing more soldiers to the scene.

"Hey!" One yelled.
"Hands in the air!" Another cried out. The protest soon became a riot, and molotovs were flying from the dispersing crowds of protesters into the squad formations of Libertine soldiers which were approaching to arrest them. Jimbo observed, and tapped the driver on the shoulder.
"Get us out of here." He commanded.
"Yes, sir."
The limo backed up, to which the dictator watched a rusty, beaten-down Libertine IFV-1 pass by, autocannon blasting into the rioters. The generals and various junta officials seemed quite appalled, but the dictator reassured their shock with simple words. "We are making an example out of them. They refuse to be arrested. They are criminals now."

To this, the generals were slightly disturbed, but they continued on the return to the palace in relative silence.

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Pinnacle Hotel, Paradise
Liberty Islands
2:01 PM Local Time

Paradise is the tourist center of the Liberty Islands, harboring plenty of resorts, luxury hotels, and places to visit.
As a result, most of the slums which had been were largely eliminated or relocated to Safulu and neighboring towns.

The hotel room smell was in the air as the Libertine generals and various community leaders convened, solemn expressions on their faces. Sitting on the various chairs surrounding a TV which was replaying a re-run of some TV show, they continued to discuss the matters. One of them, a community leader who, now fearing for his life after this coming civil war, only called himself Mouse, suggested one thing.

"Look, okay." He said, finishing a cup of Guarana. "We are under the threat of a dictator who cares not of who we love, who our families are, and what we stand for. He don't want us to be free — we need to do something about this, some sort of National Liberation Front or something, I do not know."

His statement was, at first, met with silent skepticism from the other men, but soon they began nodding. The LAF general who sat among them, referring himself only as Bambi, smiled.

"Then we shall do this. For the Liberty Islands." He said.

With this, the NLF was formed. The resounding call for liberation echoed throughout the ranks of the LAF, and soon a significant amount of the LAF had defected.

[Tangaliro]

Music
The situation in Liberty Islands surely are concerning,there are some Tangaliroan immigrants and tourists staying in the Liberty Islands when the coup happened.Theres no doubt that Tangaliro needs to do something,however,it will be inconvenient to send in a huge force at a failing country at a time like this.As a result,Task Force Excalibur is being mobilized,and are ordered to stealthily move into the island,protect Tangaliroans there and establish contacts with possible revolutionary forces.

It was not long before they boarded a disguised logistic cargo ship loaded with a few vehicles and a support crew to aid them in the operation.

They call it

Operation Snake Cake Eater

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Inside a small hut in the jungle,Rodenia outskirt,Liberty Islands,4:45pm
Rodenia is on the edge of breaking into a total anarchy,though the government are trying hard to maintain laws and orders,chaos are still foreseeable on the street.In light of this,most Tangaliroan immigrants around are traveling out of the city into some relatively peaceful parts of the nation,while some are already attempting to move out of it.Among them is Peter Drakson and his family,they are temporally staying in a local neighbor's countryside hut along with several other Tangaliroan families to escape the dangers in the city.That neighbors' family is with them,while the neighbor himself went on street to join the protests,and are recently arrested.

Their stay will be temporal,soon,when they get the chance,they will move to a small river nearby,where the neighbor prepared a medium-sized fishing boat for them,and escape out of this country and seek refuge in some nearby nations,where they can request helps from Tangaliroan embassies.

However,they aren't very optimistic,it seems like the city's going to become a battlefield soon,and the jungle by that time will not be safe either.....

[Oesterra]

Anarchy
Presidential Palace, Rodenia,
Liberty Islands
5:45 PM Local Time

The Presidential Palace was constructed on January 8th, 1972, shortly following their independence.

Jimbo looked around the table, a look of worry on his face. Sitting at the corner of the room was a cheap WAMDUNG television, its screen periodically flickering as the PBC News televised explosions across the city. What irritated him even more was not that, but the fact he could hear it outside. This NLF had, in a matter of hours, broken off from the LAF and was quickly coming for the capital. Adjusting his generalissimo cap briefly, he looked at the other junta members in worry.
"They are coming." He said, his eyes filled with shock. "I didn't expect it to go like this. We need to l-"
A sharp squeal pierced the air, and the whole building shook. LAF soldiers hurried past the meeting room as the generals rose from their seats in a panic, Jimbo looking around in confusion. "They're already here..." He gasped. He stood up from his chair, and looked to an LAF soldier who was standing guard at the door.
"Give me a fucking gun!" He ordered. The man handed him his sidearm, and the disgruntled dictator hurried downstairs. Below, the gunfire was as close as close could be. From the windows, LAF soldiers fired their weapons, which mainly consisted of hand-me-down MAR-1 and AK-69 rifles at unseen NLF men outside.

The sounds of gunshots made the dictator's ears ring, and it had no signs of stopping. He hurried on over, past defending LAF soldiers, across the corridor. To his shock, bullets tore through the wallpaper ahead of him, causing him to drop his cap. He kept his head low and ran across, making sure the coast was clear when he did so. The presidential limousine awaited, some dents from several rocks thrown at previous occasion. He ran with much concern, dropping his phone and pen as he ran to the vehicle. Not caring, he closed the door and breathed heavily. The limousine sped forward, smashing through the gate, kicking it open. The vehicle bumped with intensity as it made its way over the dirtied cobblestone streets, which were filled with fleeing civilians. At the sight of the presidential limousine, a now-hated symbol in the Liberty Islands, people struggled to stop the vehicle. The driver visibly cringed when someone had been knocked under the wheel, a distant crunch being felt. Soon the crowd had become too much, and the entire street had been blocked.

"Back up!" He yelled. He grabbed his radio, and began yelling.
"I need fucking LAV now!" He screamed. Turning to see behind him, it occurred to him the crowd had enclosed the limo. Rocks were being smashed against the bulletproof glass, each hit causing the dictator's heart to skip a beat. Remembering the pistol, he reached into his pocket and aimed, waiting for the window to give in. He made eye contact with the civilian, which continued to pound the bulletproof window with a rock. Behind them, the sound of an engine whirring could be heard. An LAF IFV-1 sped in, to which people soon climbed. The autocannon only fired twice, to which the gunner and driver were soon dragged out and lynched. Jimbo could only watch in horror as the crowd executed their own form of justice on his men. The beaten bodies were tossed against the roof of the limousine, which was taking a beating at this point. Soon enough, the rioters lifted the hood of the limo and began smashing the engine parts, taking them apart, whatever they could do. The crowd abruptly dissipated when a taller man motioned them to stand back, and two shorter lackeys arrived with gallon bottles of gasoline. They began pouring it on the exposed engine, and tossed the bottles in. A lit match joined the gasoline-coated engine, bringing forth a fiery spectacle on the hood of the car.

The driver, at this point, was panicking, and attempted to open the door. Jimbo put the gun to the man's head, and yelled.
"WE ARE GOING TO DIE, YOU DUMBASS!" He screamed in rage. The fire had spread across the car, and soon the stereo's display was dead. Smoke began to trickle from the dashboard and the stereo, and soon the two men were coughing in their unfortunate situation. Jimbo began pressing against the rear window with his legs, a feeble attempt at escaping. This attempt was not helped by the people who were bashing the same exact location, causing him to jerk his legs back every now and then. The driver's screams continued, and soon intensified, and, soon enough, it occurred to him the driver was on fire, and had opened the door to run. In seconds, the crowd devoured him, beating him against the burning hood of the car. Soon the skin on his face was gone, and the exposed muscles were locked in an expression of fear. The man was set atop the exposed engine which could be easily seen, as the hood had been not only opened, but torn off as well. As he burned alive, a man among the crowd emerged, to which people yelled "Hannibal!"

This man, wearing drab-green military smocks and "NLF" written in sharpie on the left side of his torn biker vest, struck the corpse's chest with a scalpel, and soon removed the heart. He held it high in the air, and ate it before the terrified dictator. Looking to the NLF soldiers and militiamen, he nodded. "Kill Jimbo!" He exclaimed. The doors, which lay ajar, allowed NLF militiamen to enter the limo, grabbing Jimbo by the collar of his suit, and dragging him. He screamed as he was turned into a public display, being constantly beaten and flogged by the enraged crowd. Hannibal, as he had been called by the people, gripped Jimbo by the back of the neck and placed him face-first into the makeshift grill that was now the hood of the limousine; his face coming awfully close to the mutilated corpse of his limousine driver. The fire was burning his eyes, and soon he could not see. However, he could still feel the flesh on his face burning away, and he continued to scream in terror. Hannibal, who still gripped him by the neck, pushed his whole body onto the burning frame of the engine. He screamed and squirmed as the flames tore through his body, and, before he could die, Hannibal once again gripped him, this time by the base of his frontal neck. He was thrown to the ground, and the man began punching, over and over, into the scorched flesh that was his chest. A loud crack notified him that this "Hannibal" had just broken one of his ribs. The beating continued, and he continued screaming.

Hannibal tore the heart out of the dictator's chest, and held it high above to the crowd, a symbol of power. He then brought it down to chin-level, looked down at it briefly, and began consuming the heart. Once he had finished, he spit on the corpse of the dictator, and looked to the crowd.

"Today is the end of dictatorship! Today is the day we become KINGS of the Liberty Islands! We will come of peasants to KINGS! We will prevail!"

[Oesterra]

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The Ongoing Crisis in the Liberty Islands
Posted by Joanne Lacey, Junior ANN Correspondent

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As of now, the situation in the Liberty Islands has hit an all-time low. The ongoing tensions resulting following the takeover of Jimbo Loggins have ultimately resulted in the formation of the NLF militia organization, whose goals are to depose the tyrant and restore the Free Libertine Party to power. However, their fight has been quite surrounded by controversy, with rumors of entire loyalist villages being slaughtered solely due to their loyalties. Although it is uncertain who exactly leads the NLF, the simultaneous defection of massive sections of the Libertine Armed Forces may imply it was orchestrated by entities within the Libertine government.

Some rumors of cannibalism and even the preposterous statement that the dictator, Jimbo Loggins, is dead; have circulated within the Liberty Islands. Should these rumors be true, the islands may be in an even worse state than previously imagined.

As of now, Oesterra has ensured the embargo of the Liberty Islands, and many rumors are circulating regarding an Alliance nation's response. Whatever it may be, only time will tell what lays ahead for the island chain.

Pictured: NLF patrol stopping in a village near Rodenia

Photograph Courtesy of Terence Nolan, Allied News Network

[Tangaliro]

A hut located somewhere in the jungle,Rodenia outskirt,8:30pm

The house's current occupants are eating dinner,the news of Jimbo's death and Hannibal's brutal ways have spread,and they already know it now.They tried keeping their presence around low,the lights are quite dim,and they were talking in a low volume to avoid attracting anything nearby.It seems they are unlikely to be harmed shortly for now,but it's always better to stay alert,their escape will be within 3 hours.

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Northern shore of Liberty Islands,10:30pm

"Nano bots,this is syringe,thats as far as we can travel,from now on,you are on your own.Remember,our objectives are securing the safety of our immigrants and tourists while seeking contacts with local forces that we can cooperate with on the matter.Remember,this is a stealth mission,try to keep your operations under secret.If needed,remove unneeded witnesses.We marked several extraction spots on your maps,good luck and god speed,over."

"Don't worry,we got it,just prepare the choppers and boats.We will bring those we can find back,safe and sound.Over and out."

Several seconds,a small speedboat approached a seaside cliff inside a jungle,a few unknown substances are thrown onto the top of the cliff,ropes dropped from them,and unknown people climbed up through the ropes.Just as the ropes are removed from sight along with the substances,the speedboat sailed into the fog of nothingness,not to be seen again.The whole process remains undetected by any locals or AFR personnels.

[Anarran]

The Republic of Anarran was a nation of islands cut off from the north american mainland by about 200 nautical miles. It's land includes holdings in New Foundland, Labradour and Baffin Island, it's a regional power, a shining example of liberal values, The Anarranian president just announced in front of the international community his intent to airdrop aid into the Liberty Islands in response to the crisis, several countries applaud the humanitarian effort, while some in Anarran's inner circle worry about the potential consequences of trigger happy warmongers, Anarran cargo craft (C-130 Hercules) could be spotted, this unarmed cousin of the armed AC-130 will be dropping supplies to villages behind Rebel and Loyalist lines.

The word of the day is may god have mercy on them all.

[Oesterra]

Betrayal
Paradise Intl. Airport, Paradise
Liberty Islands
7:15 AM Local Time

Paradise International is the largest airport in the Liberty Islands.

Hannibal faced the other NLF leaders, who, at this point, might as well be called generals. They stood at the Air Traffic Control tower, which had been cleared since the NLF takeover of the city. Hannibal leaned back against the glass, hands in his biker vest pockets. One of the generals, Mouse, confronted the NLF strongman.
"We must not resort to barbaric tactics! I know what you did to president Jimbo!" He exclaimed in disgust.

Hannibal looked at him and scoffed. "We are kings in a kingless land. One day you realize how much of a mistake you making." He walked across the room, briefly dragging his shoulder against Mouse's. Reaching the other side of the room, he looked at him again. "Liberty Islands are a lie. We are here because our grandfathers were slaves. It's time we stopped living the lie, Mouse."

The now-NLF general Bambi was baffled at Hannibal's statement. "Who let a sociopath like you into the NLF? What do you want with u-"

Hannibal bolted for the stairs, hurrying outside. A downtrodden, dirty humvee awaited, to which he hurried inside. The other generals and their security envoys fired a few stray shots at the vehicle, but ceased once it had gone far enough down the airstrips. Once Hannibal arrived in Rodenia, he brought forth his plan. He had much public support after his animalistic display of power, and he could easily do as he desired now. With his word, the People's Patriotic Army was established.

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Mouse Hunter
Fort N'Zam
Liberty Islands
4:15 PM Local Time

Fort N'Zam was originally Fort Arnold, a Confederate Army overseas base.

General Mouse had arrived in Fort N'Zam earlier after the brief confrontation with Hannibal, and, strangely, radio communication with NLF forces in Rodenia had vanished. He leaned back on the chair in his office, feet resting on the desk. The hoarse echo of the sirens became apparent, and the general rose to his feet. Before he could make a move, he heard the engines of a tank. Although he did not know who the tanks belonged to, he knew they meant harm. The machinegun on the tank, judging by the sounds outside, was actively firing. He grabbed an FN FAL rifle which leaned on the wall of his office, and, after wiping sweat from his forehead and getting the last gentle breeze of the fan on his desk, he made for the outside. The NLF soldiers were exhausted, he could see it in their eyes as he made his way through the military offices of the base.

When he made it to the lobby of the offices, gunfire was all he could hear. A dead NLF soldier was slumped against the wall, half his chest gone from what appeared to be hollow-point ammunition. The general was cautious, and set himself against the wall. Two NLF soldiers walked past him, FGM-81 SIRWs in hand. One of them got a window, and fired. After the explosion, the general peaked, and saw. A recycled Turmenistanian Erasmus MBT had absorbed the rocket at the cost of its tracks. To this, the general yelled to his men.

"GET TANK!" He cried out, and soon they were charging the vehicle. Although the gunner tried to stop them by firing the .50 caliber gun, it jammed halfway through and soon the human wave engulfed the tank. Mouse climbed the tank, and, after shooting the gunner, brought the rest of the tank's crew out at gunpoint. He pushed them off the tank, and watched as the crowd effectively beat them to death. Meanwhile, he headed down the hatch of the Erasmus tank, and inspected the interior. It became apparent that quite a lot had been broken, but haphazardly put back together. Screams were heard outside, to which he climbed the hatch. A boot kicked him in the neck, to which he choked and fell back inside. A man stood above at the hatch, and aimed a sawed-off at him.

"Who the fuck are you?" He croaked, grabbing his Adam's apple in pain.
"Mouse trap."
He knew then that the man was after him, and struggled to drag himself away,the impact of bullets striking where he had been moments earlier. The man began descending to the crew compartments as well, to which he lifted the fragment of a lever, which remained on the floor of the Erasmus tank's interior. Striking the man in the stomach, he naturally dropped the weapon in pain. They began struggling over the lever, and soon enough, Mouse Trap had struck his nemesis again, grabbing the lever and bashing him in the forehead. Although briefly stunned, the NLF general dragged himself out of the hatch, Mouse Trap reaching and taking his boot as he left. Running out onto the dirt-pavement mix that was the base's groundwork, it happened to him that the whole place had succumbed to chaos. A pickup truck drove through the gunfight, seemingly not giving a shit. Meanwhile, Mouse Trap was in pursuit. Now that he could see him clearly, it occurred to him that he was not LAF or NLF, but he bore the symbol of a third party.

"Hannibal sends his regards!"
Mouse's analysis was brought to a halt by the swing of the detached lever, which knocked him unconscious. As was common practice under Hannibal's leadership, Mouse Trap, albeit at first hesitantly, cut open his opponent's chest and ate his heart before the masses of child soldiers and militiamen which had gathered around.

When the duel had ended, the fight over the former Confederate base soon ended in turn. Rows of rusty barges, patrol boats, rafts both prefab and makeshift in nature, hell, everything lined the beaches of N'Zam Island. The island, which had previously been known for its pristine beaches, was now a clusterfuck of discarded ordnance, shell craters, and dead bodies. The newly-formed People's Patriotic Army, under one of Hannibal's generals — who had fittingly taken the name Mouse Trap, had laid waste to the base which had once been, utilizing vast amounts of confiscated and looted military equipment from the fallen capital. International aid, which had been airdropped into Fort N'Zam prior to the attack, had been looted by the PPA warlords as well.

[Tangaliro]

The hut,Rodenia outskirt,7:30pm local time

The escape has failed,it seems someone else sneaked into the fishing boat with their family in an attempt to escape from this chaotic place and sailed away with it.The group continued to stay in the hut,but they avoided from entering the city now,due to how chaotic it is,electricity and water supply has cut off,informations about the outside world is limited.Just like what a survivor recalled later,it is like the doomsday.

However,he who created the world did not abandon those in grime times,nature has once again gave a chance for life to the group.In the following days,they can still sustain themselves eating local plants in the jungle and drinking boiled river waters.However,the jungle aren't safe anymore,guerrillas are crawling around,and firefights break out constantly inside the jungle.

Among the group,there are several members that got combat trainings and experience,some of them are even veterans of marines.Before the chaos broke out earlier today,they accepted a family of jewish tourists and some peace-loving locals into refuge,several of them are deserted governmental soldiers,this gave the group an access to some firearms apart from a few scavenged-from-corpses and improvised ones.For now,they shall be able to protect themselves.

The opinions are diverted inside the group,some says that they should stay,while some prefers to venture into remote areas to avoid the heat of the war.Peter agreed with the second opinion,and started preparing extra supplies for the trip.The group is now splitted into two teams,those who prefer to stay started to fortify the house,while those who prefer to go prepares supplies for the adventure.Of course,they can't just go on foot,they scavenged a few deserted or damaged technicals,humble and jeeps,along with a BTR-60,repaired them with spare parts,and hid them in bushes.

If they are lucky enough,they may be able to travel out of combat zone without too much engagement.

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Northern regions of Liberty Islands,12:30pm

So far things have been quite easy,they managed to sneak past some PPA-aligned guerrillas in the jungle,taking some out silently,and move forward.Now they are coming across a small NLF-held settlement,to the task force's surprise,the settlement is still in order.It seems chaos have not spread to this part of the northern shore yet.

"This is the kind of local forces we need,Bagel,you know the local tongue,try communicate with the locals."
"Roger that."

"Bagel" approached the local forces,he then invited the whole team to come out of hiding.

"Hello there,we are Tangaliroans.Don't worry about us,we are just here to ensure the safety of our people and seek cooperations.We heard NLF's stories already,though it seems some parts of the revolution failed,you guys do have a noble intention.So,if possible,we would like to cooperate with you on securing the safety of our immigrants and tourists,in return,we will provide assistance on stabilizing NLF-controlled regions,along with providing a few weapons.Are you guys up for the deal?"

[Oesterra]

Paradise International Airport, Paradise
Liberty Islands
7:15 AM Local Time

Paradise serves as the unofficial headquarters of the NLF.

The NLF radioman sat at his station, which had formerly been the ticket desk for TurmenAir. The arrival of a foreign force came as a surprise, and he motioned his commanding officer to come over. Asking the officer if their request should be granted, the commanding officer accepted. The radioman began the response after the officer had departed.
"Yes, you can." He replied.

[Tangaliro]

"Very well,thanks,comrades.About how to stabilize the NLF-held regions,heres an advice.First,set up an efficient law and enforce it with effect.Then,try to restart the supply of daily necessities as soon as you can.That way,the people are likely to be thankful and loyal on NLF side if it succeeded.From that part on,set up stalls to recruit volunteers,train them,and that becomes extra servicemen to deploy onto the field.For defending against PPA invasion,if theres military ports nearby,and you guys are lucky enough to find warships there,make use of them.Our naval experts will fax in informations on how to control and effectively use warships soon.Use them to provide coastline supports against enemy flanks."

"And,from now on,happy cooperation.However,try to keep our involvement secret.And we will provide supports as long as we can.Good luck and god speed."

The team stayed in the settlement for a short rest and a few information-gathering,and continued their mission,into the jungle again.

[Tangaliro]

Northern region of main island,Liberty Islands,8:00am

The platoon has slept for 4 hours in a secret place before leaving the settlement,now they are in good shape for today's operations.They searched around nearby settlements for Tangaliroan immigrants and escorted them to the settlement they first found, where a "Serpent" escorted by 2 Mi-28 will pick them up afterwards, of course, no markings on them.

Of course, a deal's a deal, on the way, the platoon killed every single PPA guerrillas in the jungle whenever they can do it without exposure.This is also for the sake of reducing the difficulties of escorts later.They also intentionally used knives to create fake wounds on the corpses that makes them look like they were killed by some sort of brutal beasts, this is for spreading confusions and fears among the PPA guerrillas around to cover them in the dark.

So far,those guerrillas are no match against the well-trained, well-armed and unexposed platoon, things are going well.

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Outside the hut,Rodenia outskirt,Liberty Island,8:00am

Peter and the team is ready for the adventure, the whole team, armed with various kinds of firearms and even a few anti-tank weapons from deserted soldiers, loaded their supplies onto the convoy.The convoy is consisted of a BTR-60 surrounded followed by an unarmed supply truck, with 2 Technicals protecting it's flanks and a jeep on the front serving as scouts, backed by 2 humvees on the back.All markings are replaced with red crosses to prevent fires from the local forces.

There are quite a lot of people in the convoy, yesterday a few more locals that disgusts Hannibal's rule joined the group, among them are some deserting governmental forces.The jewish family was with Peter's convoy, the father,who served in Israel Defense Force, provided a lot of help in setting the formation of the convoy.

Their first destination will be a nearby city, if they are lucky enough, they may still be able to find some useable ships at a seaside city's port.If they can find it, they will first head for the Northern Island, which is mainly under NDF control, where the deserting soldiers and locals will leave the team and stay, and then head north on foot, hoping to find a way out of this war-torn nation.

After loading the supplies and getting onto the vehicles,they set off, however, whether they can walk out of this alive is unknown.....

[Oesterra]

Paradise Lost
Pinnacle Hotel, Paradise
Liberty Islands
2:15 AM Local Time

The Paradise Hotel is among the most popular hotels in Paradise.

NLF militiamen hurried past the hall, bullets tearing through a window they had just passed. When they came near the windows, it occurred to them that the city was, quite evidently, going to shit. They continued, and rested in the emergency staircase, some holding their heads in frustration from the constant drone of the fire alarm. Gunshots echoed in the distance at a constant rate, sometimes joined by the occasional sound of mortar fire. However soon they may come, they were ready. Heading to the floor below, they walked past several NLF child soldiers, their bodies disproportionately sized in comparison to the Turmenistanian-made AK-69 rifles they held. The militiamen ducked beneath the windows, and soon the bullets were coming. Through the windows, through the walls, the building had clearly not been designed to hold out against cannibalistic militias. One of the militiamen was struck then, by one of the many .50 caliber bullets which pounded the facade of the building. Staggering as he crawled, the rest called for a medic. Gunfire could clearly be heard in the lobby below, and they were tense.

Bambi, the ex-LAF general, watched the chaos from behind a plant in the lobby. Militiamen ran past him, who quickly shot at everything that moved. Bambi rose to his feet, and turned to a machinegunner who had fortified himself at the cashier desk.
"I'm going to need this, give it to me!" He ordered. The man passed him the MG-89, to which the man walked outside, looking at the coming human wave of PPA child soldiers across the pool. Without hesitation, he began opening fire. One after one, bodies fell over one another, some landing in the pool. A child, about 12 years of age, had come too close to the NLF strongman, and have soon driven his knife into his chest as Bambi struggled to shake him off.

The MG-89's stock came into contact with the child's face, and soon the child soldier was falling into the pool. Driven by fury and rage, Bambi opened fire into the pool, killing the individual who had attempted to stab him. The knife remained embedded in his abdomen, and pain continued to shoot up through his body. Several human waves later, the general finally gave in. He dropped the MG-89, and began vomiting blood and meal alike into the pool. As he did, the men behind him dropped their weapons abruptly, to which he raised his head in confusion. A jury-rigged, militia-modified Turmenistanian Erasmus MBT had arrived, its cannon pointing at his head. The words "PPA" were harshly painted onto the face of the tank. Standing at the helm of the vehicle was none other than Hannibal, the infamous PPA cannibal, warlord, and leader.

The bleeding general pulled the knife out of his waist, and held it out to him. In response, the warlord simply tip-toed his way across the barrel of the tank, drew a machete from a vest pocket, and jumped down. In seconds, the NLF general's neck was gushing blood, and the knife had fallen from his hands as he staggered back, falling over as he began to die. The PPA warlord looked down, and simply cut his chest open, and, once again, consumed the heart. To this, the NLF militiamen walked out, their hands in the air. The warlord, seeing this, stepped aside from the bloody corpse, and looked to the tank's gunner.

"Kill them." He ordered. In moments, the machinegun was rattling, and the unarmed bodies of the NLF soldiers dropped, one by one, as the .50 caliber bullets shredded through flesh and bone alike. Turning to see the product of his order, the PPA general smiled.

"What do you wish to be done to the hotel?" A subcommander, who had just arrived on the scene, asked the warlord.

"Burn it!" He smiled, swinging his machete in the air as he did so.

With that, the subcommander stepped away from the pool area, produced a megaphone from the Dabidas hoodie he wore, and shouted down several orders.
"HANNIBAL ORDERS YOU TO BURN THE BUILDING!" He shouted. The subcommander turned to Hannibal, and quietly said. "You should leave, sir. The place is about to be burned."
Hannibal nodded to this advice, and walked past the Erasmus MBT to the city below.

Behind him, RPGs, molotovs, and HE shells barraged the building, to the weak response of some NLF gunners. The fire triggered by these molotovs soon began to spread, and Hannibal watched several PPA militiamen and child soldiers carrying gallon bottles of gasoline as they ran past him, some saluting as they did.

And so the hotel burned, and thus fell the last NLF haven in the West.

[Oesterra]

Reds Rising
Somewhere in the Jungle
Liberty Islands
8:15 AM Local Time

The Red Libertine Army (RLA) isn't so much Communist as a bunch of cannibals who don't even understand Marxist literature.

A PPA child soldier ran through the tall grass, breathing heavily and sobbing as he did. A burning bus lay flipped over ahead, which had been full of PPA militants. He sprinted past the bus, and suddenly pain shot through his right arm, which he suddenly realized was gone; blood and bone flying out where it had been milliseconds before. It was then that, in his terrified eyes, he saw his right arm fly off, still clutching a jury-rigged AK-69 covered in some old stickers from before the war.

As it landed on the floor, bones visibly jutting out, he screamed in utter terror. As he did, footsteps could be heard behind him. RLA militiamen approached, machetes in hand. He tried to run, but tripped over the roots of one of the many trees at the edge of the clearing. Falling over, the RLA militants towered above him, and the last thing he saw was the machetes coming down.

The dead body was bound by the legs, upside down, on the destroyed bus he had been killed near. His head, which had sustained the most trauma (besides the arm) was pooling blood into the bucket they had placed below. The militiamen sat idly, waiting for the bucket to fill. "So this gives us power, yes?" One of them asked.
"Yes, the blood of our enemies gives us power. Bullet will no affect us." The other replied, swatting a mosquito that had landed on his sweat-ridden face. As the bucket nearly filled up, the RLA militiamen looked around.
"It is time, brothers!" One of them cried out. Soon, several others had joined them, and they began drinking the blood from the bucket. It was passed around, each man taking a brief sip. The bucket was, once again, left beneath the bleeding corpse, and the men trudged into the jungle.

The heat of the humid air made them restless as they moved, and, according to reports, the PPA-controlled village being allegedly nearby. They soon saw that this was true, the distinct huts being in yet another clearing just ahead. Two mud-stained crates of aid supplies rested in the village center, and they soon began to see the PPA militiamen who patrolled it. From the jungle, they charged, yelling and firing as they did. As PPA militants were killed, lynched, or humiliated, a warlord emerged, approaching the crate of aid. The last PPA survivors were shot upon his arrival, the militants greeting their leader.
"Mouse Trap!" The militiaman exclaimed.
"Kill everyone in the village and make use of these aid boxes."
"Yes sir!" They answered.
As Mouse Trap turned around, he smiled for only a second. He had only stood for moments until the flames of napalm vaporized him, and everyone who had been in the village. As the napalm fireball spread across the jungle, an Oesterran F-3 Banshee flew past.

"PPA positions have been wiped out, over."

[Oesterra]

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Interviewing an RLA cannibal warlord, ethnic and religious war in the Liberty Islands, and Much More
Posted by Thomas Abrams, ANN Senior Correspondent

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Although the AFR has a strict no-fly zone in place over the Liberty Islands, it is very, and I mean VERY easy to get in by boat. I took a ship out of Panama which I presume was full of drugs, and spent the next few days in a rusty, decaying barge that was making its way to sell "food products" in the Liberty Islands. When I arrived in Rodenia, the arrival of a "white man" came as quite a surprise to the locals, and I had to keep low. Although, in my arrival, it occurred to me that the capital had really gone to shit. Poverty, garbage on the beach, the streets, destroyed buildings, hanged, mutilated bodies of traitors, it was truly a bizarre sight in what had once been a peaceful, clean, relatively wealthy city.

In Rodenia, I searched for a Cosedonian man I had known before, Jean-Pierre Augustine, who probably has had malaria more times than I have eaten fried food. I found him in a deserted apartment block among squatters, and I asked him to guide me to a man known as "General Samurai", an RLA warlord and a cannibal. He said he knew the man, and complied to take me out of Rodenia, which, at this point, had gone to shit under PPA leadership. We drove for a few hours in the rain by Land Rover, and we arrived in a village. To protect the safety of the warlord's identity, I had to agree to not name the village.

Arriving there, Jean and General Samurai shook hands as if they were good friends. We were introduced, and I began my interview.
"What is the meaning of the current civil war in the Liberty Islands?" I asked, after we shook hands.
"It is World War Three." He responded. A child soldier agreed, and also said the same thing.
"What is the RLA?" I then asked, taking down notes.
"We fight for Communism. We remove the poison that is war through war. We will crush all in our way." He said, returning a blank gaze through his aviator shades.
"What do you think about the NLF? The PPA?" I asked.
"I was in the NLF, and then the PPA for awhile. I see their power structure as a corrupt failure. This amount of freedom has not been seen in Liberia before. Where you once had to follow laws, you can now do as you please. You can live a life none else have lived." He responded.
I nodded, and took notes.
"Some people allege you are cannibals. Is this true?" I asked.
The warlord smiled, and nodded. "Me and my boys, we kill and eat the heart of the enemy, to scare them, you know? Is a symbol of power, we drink the blood, we feel as though we are bulletproof." He said.
"How far are you willing to go to unite the islands?" I asked.
"I will go to heaven and hell to unite the islands." From there, we took yet another trip to the Southwestern portions of the islands, which, at the moment, were facing massive religious violence.

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"So what happened to the Liberty Islands?" I asked a local man in a region under the occupation of the Catholic Resistance Army.
"Christian, Muslim, everyone used to live together in peace. Now we have violence between all possible groups." He answered. The neighborhood we were visiting in particular was a Muslim one, and had come under massive persecution by the CRA after it was taken from the NLF. The mosque which had been at the edge of the neighborhood had been completely demolished, although its remains could still be seen. A CRA militant, who wore a torn white Dabidas tracksuit, painted over with a red cross to symbolize he was with the CRA, stood watch, and exchanged a confused glance at the cameraman. As he approached, the man we had been interviewing took off and ran, to which the militant shot him. The Catholic Resistance Army soldier appeared to be quite irritated with our presence, and asked what we were doing here. In response, Jean attempted to negotiate with him that we were foreign journalists. The man abruptly agreed, and went on his way, keeping a close eye on us. After that harsh encounter, we drove back to Rodenia, and arrived to the South-Central Island. We stopped at a small village controlled by the LMF, to which we interviewed an extremist LMF warlord, who went by the name "Commander Hussein".

"We fight to unite the Muslims in the islands," He said, lowering his shemagh as we entered his office. "The NLF, PPA, RLA, and CRA all profit on the persecution of Muslims. I am here to stop that."
"Have Christians been killed under the LMF's rule?" I asked.
"Yes, Christians are the enemy of our Islam. They seek to undermine Islam. These islands belong to Islam. We crucify the CRA leaders, we eat their hearts. It is not evil, it is a natural show of power. The PPA does it, the NLF might have done it, the RLA does it, what are you going to do about it?" He said.

After the brief interview with the LMF warlord, we journeyed further south, where a tri-ethnic race war was at the verge of beginning. The Batusi Liberation Front sought the liberation and independence of the Batusi people, and the Hubostani Revolutionary Army sought the annihilation of the Batusi. Nearby, the mostly-white Libertine Defense Front was actively engaging in the genocide of the other two ethnic groups. We engaged in an interview with LDF commander Petr Van Wiilk, whose forces largely were organized and maintained much equipment from the collapsing LAF.

"The other races are a plague to Liberty Islands, they are the cause of all this. We will purify the islands and stabilize the nation once more. We defend ourselves because these animals kill our women, our children, and they burn our homes. We will destroy them." He said firmly.

[Ultimate Kyronia]

Operation Sea Tiger
Turmenistan Sea
Sub Force of Golden Fleet
10:00 AM

Operation Sea Tiger

-With the battle erupted between numerous faction in Liberty Islands, the Golden Fleet deployed Diplomatic/SpecOps Rogue Fleet in Liberty Islands Water Area and moving toward to the Coastline.

*Tadakatsu X-Battleship (Right) led the Operation and engaging from the Fog cloud*

-Meanwhile, The Golden Fleet prepares a Diplomatic Contact to all remaining LAF Forces, while the Rogue fleet that has been deployed there to help LAF against Numerous Factions.

(OOC: Sorry ... Small post)

[Oesterra]

Contact
Safulu Marina, Safulu
Liberty Islands
1:18 PM Local Time

The Safulu Marina would normally be pristine and beautiful, but a lot of damages have been sustained by the brief NLF occupation.

An LAF officer, who remained readily at the haphazard makeshift radio station which had been established at the edge of the marina's docks, nodded as the diplomatic request was made. The LAF, without a leader, had basically devolved to the remaining command structure, and, if anything, this officer probably outranked half of what remained of the LAF. The officer agreed to the offer, and ended the response.

Away from him, the LAF was mopping up the mess that had resulted from the retaking of the city. Only hours before, this had been a stronghold for the NLF, which was in sharp decline since the fall of Paradise. Employing what could only be considered pseudo-blitz tactics, the city had been retaken yet again, but it already bore the massive scars of war. Emergency services and infrastructure had already failed in the city, so garbage lined the streets, which were occasionally home to scorched vehicles, usually offroads or jury-rigged buses.

The Hubostani Genocide
NoWeTo, Johannestadt
South Libertine Union / Libertine Defense Force (de facto)
Liberty Islands (de jure)
1:18 PM Local Time

The Libertine Defense Force has established the de-facto state of the South Libertine Union, which employs strict segregation laws.

Hubostani and Batusi populations which had remained in Johannestadt after the rise of the LDF had largely become confined to SoWeCo, what was, on many levels, a relocation slum. The Afrikaner population had become the law of the land for these areas, expelling the Hubostanis and Batusi further north to where they were now both fighting one another in the form of the BLA and the HRA. LDF soldiers stood watch at the edges of the restricted minority slums. An LDF soldier watched the slums from a reinforced concrete tower, resting as he looked around.

The Batusi were congregating in a clearing between all the slum housing, and, as he could see, they were gathering something from a truck. He saw them moving, gaining pace as they ran across the dirt towards the exit of the slums. They were holding AK-69s and machetes, and, as they ran, alarms rang out across the wall's guard posts. The LDF soldiers hurried out, and were gunned down by the crowd which had amassed upon the exit. Gunfire echoed across the slums, and soon a rusty ex-Oesterran IFV-1 tore through the gates, shooting at the rioters. Massacres on this scale had not been seen since the LAF's riot containment policies prior to Jimbo's death.

Presidential Palace, Rodenia,
Liberty Islands (de jure)
1:18 PM Local Time

The PPA's sudden decline may be rooted in the rise of the RLA and religious violence.

The RLA had come to Rodenia, and they meant business. Hannibal breathed heavily as an officer, wearing sagging jeans and a dirty Soviet kevlar vest, handed him a note at his office, which had formerly been the dictator Jimbo's. The building still was a wreck from the NLF attack which had happened previously, and the air was humid due to the absence of air conditioning.

He opened the note, to which it read: "They know you are here." His blood went cold with terror, and he dropped the note, which fluttered beneath the desk, driven by the open-air winds which freely traveled through the decaying palace. Outside, the ill-equipped PAA had amassed child soldiers, whose AK-69s were pointed from every window of every house outside of the palace. The few professional ex-NLF soldiers which remained stood at his guard, either aiming out of windows, corners, or any doors. He shook his head in rage, and rose to his feet.

"I need reinforcements from the east." He stated, looking to the officer.
"Forces in Panduria are getting screwed by the SPFIA and the LAF, some Christian and Muslim radical cells have also risen—"
"No, EAST of THIS FUCKING CITY, you god-damn fool." He ordered, his anger beginning to rise.
"I will see what I can do, sir."
"Then do it."
The officer departed, closing the door behind him as he went. The gunfire began rattling outside, and he knew the RLA had come. He hurried downstairs, and pulled an AK-69 off a shelf in the lobby. Loading it, he was brought to his knees suddenly by an explosion outside. He hurried to a window, AK in hand, and peeked. The buildings, which had held the child soldier brigades, had been leveled by an artillery blast, and he knew then that he was screwed. Before he knew it, RLA militants tore through the gates with a dirty, corroded T-55, which ruined the already-decaying lawn of the palace. He fired his AK in futility as the T-55 sped to meet the gates of the palace. As it did, he fell over, and soon the RLA militants were rushing in. An RLA warlord, clad in a tactical vest and wearing a Samurai helmet, looked down at him as the others hurried upstairs, which soon was joined by the sound of gunfire. The warlord grabbed him by the collar, left him at the base of the T-55, and, while stepping on the AK Hannibal was desperately grasping on to, drew a katana from his bag, and swung straight for his chest.

The warlord consumed Hannibal's heart before the others, who looked on in awe. The dying PPA warlord, in his final spasms, was put out of his misery as the T-55 drove forward, its tracks crushing his skull in seconds. The RLA general looked to his officers, who applauded his feat. PPA soldiers had apparently surrendered upstairs, and were dragged down by the RLA militiamen, who tossed their terrified bodies in front of the RLA warlord, General Samurai. He looked down at them in contempt, and decapitated each one of them. With his men gazing in awe, General Samurai laughed. "Drink their blood, it will give you strength."

Shortly after the killing of Hannibal, General Samurai's men split from the Red Libertine Army, and, with significant loyalties in his home regions, the True Red Libertine Army was established.

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Liberty Islands Crisis: Turmenista Closes Embassy
Posted by Clark Gripp, ANN Correspondent

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As of now, Turmenista has chosen only to close the Turmenistanian embassy in the Liberty Islands. With the situation reaching a level of "Urgent", the government had issued a mandatory order, on behalf of the Turmenistanian Madam President, Pacifica Andrea:

It should be clear that every and all Turmenistanian Citizens in the Liberty Islands zone are NOT safe, under any circumstances. Following recent.. actions, involving cannibalism and other atrocities, I am making it mandatory that all Turmenistanian citizens immediately return to the embassy in Paradise Island. To those in the immediate vicinity of the embassy, I encourage you to please move to the Embassy, where it is much safer. To those not in the immediate zone, I recommend you make it your first priority over all others to get to the embassy, immediately. Unless the Situation is resolved quickly, the safest place for you to be right now is the embassy.

We apologize for any inconvenience, but, it is for the best.

Troops stationed near the embassy have been given authority to defend the Turmenistanian soil with any weapons available, and tourists/Turmenistanian civilians taking refuge inside have been guided to designated "Safe zones" inside the building, The Turmenistanian Army troopers plan to guard the embassy until Midnight, where the nearby TSS Loki will launch a heavy utility helicopter to pick up the refugees from the area. Should all go as planned, the army personnel say, the total time should take no less than an hour, or so.

But Oh, How Wrong They Were...
Turmenistanian Embassy, Paradise
Liberty Islands, within range of helicopter launch of TSS Loki
12:00 AM

The savage wind kicked the palm trees against the embassy walls, the flags of the AFR and Turmenista blowing ever so quickly on the nearby flagpole. Several troops patrolled outside, while the rest stayed indoors to tend to the matters inside the embassy. All army troops, they had regular gear for the night: AK-62 rifles. Newer than the now obsolete AK-69 assault rifles of the Cold War era, the AK-62s were virtually better in every way than the older AK-69s, and were capable of having a variety of attachments and scopes, with its numerous hardpoints. In this case, the troops had their AK-62s painted in a Jungle digital camouflage, as well as having the Scopes upgraded to night vision specs, to cope with the darkness. Some of the other soldiers lacked night vision, but made up for it with optics attached to their helmets, be it the usual "monocle" or "scouter" style night vision. Spotlights were used up on the higher areas, and a lone sniper nest up top held a sniper, armed with the powerful TSR-1, an Oesterran-made sniper rifle.

Although the wind was howling, it was a toasty night in the 70s (Fahrenheit system), perfect weather for these type of troops. They remained ever so vigilant, looking out for even the slightest movement to whip their guns or spotlights to.

One of the soldiers on the balcony of the embassy turned around, to find a Civilian approaching him, huddled in a blanked. "You know, I used to be a soldier. I fought the war in Afghanistan and invaded the Kole islands when those tribals took over. It's just like this. Scary stuff."

The soldier kept his trigger off of his AK-62 as he turned to the man. "So did I. Now that makes two of us. Please get back inside."

"Look man, I just came here to talk to you." He said. "My kids are getting kinda scared- Why haven't the choppers arrived yet?" He asked, nervously.

"No clue. Might be the wind." The soldier answered. "Either way, it's much safer for you indoors than out here, who knows what kind of stuff these PPA guys in paradise are cooking.."

"You sure?" The civie asked. "By now they should've been here.. It's 12:00. They promised 12:00.. Must be the wind."

"Look, man." The soldier sighed, nodding as two of his colleagues approached, patrolling the rooftops. "If you want my honest opinion on this: hear me out. This entire place is fucked up. Its a big clusterfuck of war crimes, rape, and cannibalism. [b]Especially Cannibalism[/i]. The 'fuckin PPA are basically cannibal bastards, so are the RLA- those commie bastards are cannibals too. So are those muslim rebels and catholic rebels too, all cannibals. Its a whole big cesspit of cannibalism- everyone's fucking eating everyone." He sighed. "My friend J told me that. God knows where he is- he was one of the AFR Peacekeepers sent in here a while ago." He shrugged, and sighed. "I'm tryna do my job, defending you all and this place, and a fucking cannibal war is going on in the background. It's some tough shit, man."

"Yo! Loki says the wind's clearing up- the choppers are entering the No-fly-zone! They should be coming in a few minutes!" One of the radio operators in a nearby tower shouted.

"Well. That's a relief." The civilian said. "We're getting out of here?"

"Looks like it." The soldier said, pulling down the night vision optics on his helmet. "But The rebels might be hearing out for helicopter noises. With these big choppers and so many of you it'd be a shooting gallery unless we make it quick." He looked at the civilian. "If I were you I'd get inside, and get everyone r-"

The soldier was about to finish what he said, when an arrow suddenly entered the back of his head and came out his mouth.

The civilian yelped and leaped backwards, watching at the body fell several feet down to the ground level. The nearby soldiers got low and began barking at each other to look out, especially those near the wall. A quick scan with the night vision later, and the Soldiers all began to yell at each other, and fired in unison at a patch of foliage nearby.

Then, gunfire erupted all around them. The Embaassy lights saw them first- but the soldiers did not. Faint outlines of bodies charging could be seen, some injecting substances into their arms as they ran. These were obviously drugs, made to make them run faster, and be resistant to the bullets.

The Machine gunner on the wall wasted no time in opening fire as the human wave of rebels hit the concrete wall. Out of the blue a flash could be seen, followed by a bright orange round accelerating towards the embassy. The round screamed overhead, leaving behind a thick trail of smoke. Promptly following this, the troops yelled the iconic "RPG!", and hit the floor.

Turmenistanian troops piled out to meet the human wave, but they were greatly outnumbered, about 20 men for every Turmenistanian (about 30 Turmenistanians in total guarding). Combined with that, the rebels had captured a jerry-rigged Erasmus MBT, though, unrecognizable, thanks to the massive scrap turret on top of the vehicle. It was a "Penta machine gun", dubbed by the Turmenistanians, an engineering mess of five .50 caliber machine guns, all made for taking on the soft targets, which, in this case, were the helicopters.

Nobody questioned how the rebels knew the helicopters were coming, as destroying that piece of shit was their number one priority. Already the lights and chopping noises could be seen coming in, towards the ocean. The heavy Turmenistanian utility choppers had no weapons, save for one armed with an autocannon- the others only had door gunners with regular Miniguns.

The jerry-rigged AA vehicle made from the Erasmus struggled to get through the gate, but wasted no time engaging the large helicopters coming in to land on the roof.

However, the utility chopper's Autocannon seemed to prevail, as it ripped straight through the degraded Erasmus armor, which would've normally deflected blows like that. The Penta machine gun kept on the helicopter, bullets ricocheting off of its armored underbelly. Virtually immune to these rounds, it landed on the roof of the embassy, sliding its large side doors open to let in the desparate civilians trying to flee the carnage.

"Is that all of them?!" The pilot yelled to the gunner, who gave the thumbs up. In total, more than 50 Turmenistanian civilians were packed, scattered throughout each of the five helicopters. As they lifted off slowly, the troops remained at the Embassy, holding off the human wave of drug-ridden rebels trying to clamber up the wall like ants. A single rifle grenade sent an entire group tumbling down, obliterated from the Anti-personnel grenade.

Despite the gore and death, the penta machine gun continued. It's onslaught continued to rittle the chopper it fired at for the last five minutes, until a single bullet hit a weak spot in the big craft's fuselage.

One of the engines began to flame up as the rear rotor began smoking. The helicopter, tumbling out of control, fell directly into the crowd of cannibalistic rebels, ready to feast on their bones and loot their weapons. Despite losing a chopper, the slow moving utility choppers persisted, desperate to get out of range of the rebels.

Visible from the beach, a bus could be seen, kicking up clouds of sand as it chased after the choppers. Armed to the teeth with several machine gun turrets, an AA Gun, a mortar, and even a MANPAD emplacement, this "Battle bus" was proving as a deadly asset to the rebels, judging by its capability to ram right through the walls of the embassy, allowing for safe passage for the rebels inside (Without having to climb over like zombies). The Battle bus quickly backed up and drove out an opposite hole, onto the beach, where it pursued the helicopters, even as they reached the edge of its range.

The bus stopped by the edge, readying up for a final attack on the choppers. As they neared the exit of its manpad range, it could be seen rummaging and moving around its open top, as the large MANPAD "MRLS" was raised up to firing stance. Manned by none other than the commanding officer of the operation, the quad MANPAD launcher fired in the direction of the choppers, the automatic guidance of the Turmenistanian-made missiles flying directly towards the helicopters.

These MANPAD missiles would split in mid air, into two separate missiles, aiming for the same target. This made them especially hard to dodge, even with flares. A flurry of the missiles dove into four of the helicopters, a guranteed kill, while it spared one, hauling ass away from its now deceased comrades. The rest of the downed helicopters, in short, suffered the same fate of the helicopter unfortunate enough to be killed by the Penta Machine Gun emplacement mounted on the Eraasmus.

This left a sizable amount of civilians dead. A noteworthy amount, would be a better correction. 50 Turmenistanian Civilians had left the Liberty islands on 5 heavy lift helicopters, yet, only 1 chopper and ten Turmenistanians would be arriving at the Loki that night.

The rest, everyone guessed, would fall to the same fate as that one unfortunate helicopter. As would the soldiers guarding the Embassy. All dead, all in the bellies of the vicious PPA.

[Tangaliro]

Somewhere in the northern shore,Liberty Islands,3:00pm

In the previous hours and days,the team has been taking down PPA guerrillas while rescuing trapped Tangaliroans,and the evacuation settlement has sustained until the fall of Paradise.From now on,the remaining Tangaliroans and the SOF will be on their own until they reach a natural extraction point.When the SOF got the message of the fall of Paradise,they already started to retreat north,find that settlement,suggested the remaining NLF forces to retreat somewhere else,and escorted the remaining Tangaliroans north.

Thanks to the efforts on cleaning up PPA guerrillas earlier,the path is relatively safe until jihadists show up.But it wasn't a big problem at all,the SOF just let some of the tourists or immigrants get a hold of scavenged firearms for self-defense,and cleared up the path ahead themselves.

Now,they finally reached for a small beach away from civilization.'Bagel' called in extraction,and waited for the team to come.Shortly,shades of some speedboats showed up on the other end of the sea,along with the Serpent escorted by two Mi-28.Unlike past extractions,this time the team joined the civilians on the extraction vehicles.After all,the main island is too risky for long-term operations now.

Their next operation is to head for the northern island after 12 hours of resting,and aid NLF on securing the island.Meanwhile,a few more cargo ships are moving into the area along with some "fishing boats"......

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East of Rodenia,same time

Peter's convoy made it out of the jungle into the now-ruled-by-RLA city's outskirt.During the traveling the convoy managed to remain quite unharmed due to the fact that most PPA forces are dragged toward Rodenia that no one ever bothered to mess up with them apart from some guerrillas.Still,some members of the convoy was unfortunately killed by fanatic guerrillas,especially those on the right Technical,the whole vehicle got blew up by an RPG warhead.

Now,their top-priority is to find a way to a port with useable ships without attracting too much attention from the chaotic city and the RLA.

For those still hiding in the hut near Rodenia,their fate remains unknown.....

[Ultimate Kyronia]

Operation Sea Tiger
Safulu Coastline
Rogue Golden Fleet (Diplomatic and SpecOps)
03:40 PM

Operation Sea Tiger

- Rogue Fleet arrived at Safulu Coastline, Unknown admiral contacting LAF Remaining soldiers. The Unknown Admiral sat in his chair. He was not surprised at all about a new large-scale conflict happening. Radio Transmission to LAF Remnants.

"Greetings from Golden Fleet, we came here to assist your problems with our Military power in this war. First thing, i already send my transport landing ships with Full with Medicine&Drugs, Weapons, and Ammunitions. Second thing, we are going to send Special Force to N'Zwago and engage to Baytown but if we fail, we will bring Sub Force of our Golden Fleet.

Radio Transmission From
Unknown Admiral"

(Sry for bad post...very busy with the work)

[Anarran]

Rumors of crimes continue to radiate from the Liberty Islands, but very little prove has seen the light of day, one of the Anarran C-130s can be seen flying, it drops it's supplies, but 20,000 feet above it, another C-130 mirror's it's movements, and the hatch opens in the back, and a team of operatives dives out, performing a HALO jump. Their assignment is simple, obtain photographic evidence of the crimes of the rebellion and bring them home,they dropped armed with Bizon PPs, and a cart filled with ammo and other goodies drops out with them, ahead of them, they will arm up with it, and obtain their cameras, and extraction will be via fulton recovery system, a small frigate with a Blackhawk on a deck-based helipad. nears the international border with the Liberty islands.
Photograph for archive purpose only


At the same time, aid flights had become increasingly scarce, and rumours of the Anarran navy moving in have been flowing in and out of the region, a supercarrier, supporting carriers, a Montana class battleship, and 6 frigates and 11 destroyers weren't a nice foe to imagine, but for what is a mystery, could Anarran be planning an intervention? Some say special forces might soon be deployed to ambush rebel patrols on their way to massacre villages, and to train villages in the countryside in mounting proper militias, it seems as if it's a stabilization effort gone a tad bit extreme.

[Tangaliro]

Recently,the declining NLF has started receiving radio signals from unknown sources teaching them how to organize themselves into a capable fighting force and stabilizing the occupied grounds,as well as how they should treat the civilians to gain their support and loyalty.While on shorelines a large amount of cargos containing tons of Tangaliroan export-purpose weaponries from jeeps to tanks in well shape or necessary supplies got washed on shore precisely at NLF controlled grounds but not anywhere else.

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A coastline city east of Rodenia,Liberty Islands,5:00pm

The situation is grim,the scout went into the city and never managed to come back.Not to mention that some TRLA forces are moving toward Peter's convoy's way.

Peter is watching the murderous-looking TRLA platoon through an improvised scope,the platoon consists of only 20 soldiers protected by 2 technicals armed with solely machine-guns on the flank.He orders the recon squad he is leading to lay down to avoid detection.When the enemy squad is heading closer,the squad sniper carefully aimed toward the head of a platoon-leader like guy,while the AT-duty aimed toward the center of a technical with an RPG-7,everyone else are aiming at certain soldier among the platoon.

When the targets are all in range,Peter suddenly yelled:"Open fire!".A rocket-propelled grenade immediately fired out from the RPG-7 and blew up the cockpit of a Technical truck,damaging nearby infantries along with bursted glasses and the fire.It was not over a second that the platoon leader is sniped right in the head by the sniper,accompanied by the sounds of AK-69 firing,mowing down nearby infantries.A few RLA soldiers tried to fight back after regaining sense,but was no luck when another RPG stroke the other technical and stunned them.Most of the platoon is died by now,and the remaining did not stand long outnumbered and not knowing where to hit.

"Damn,now we startled them,Mark,go back and tell the main convoy,get ready to get the fuck out of this shit hole,it's too dangerous to stay."Peter said,as they are transferring their position.

[Oesterra]

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Liberty Islands in Darkness?
Posted by Eric McCann, Senior ANN Editor

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The Liberty Islands have, for a time, been home to countless warlords striving for power in a land where the absence thereof was prevalent. However, the Liberty Islands have had one fundamental problem which has left it with a now-inevitable elephant in the room. The Liberty Islands lack oil. While previously it had relied on foreign exports, the current civil war has put a stop to that. Although most of the factions contesting for power have largely relied on the looting of local gas stations, the supply is presumably thinning out. These suspicions were somewhat confirmed when, overnight, satellites worldwide captured what remained of the island's power grid going dark. With that, rumors and speculation soared in response. With the absence of electricity, emergency services, and basic infrastructure, diseases like Malaria and Cholera are spreading like wildfire. The warlords which had previously had the populace under their grip are quickly finding it harder and harder to control locals, with various villages and towns having been reportedly massacred by the PPA, TRLA and RLA, and various other factions.

The SLU, a de-facto white secessionist apartheid state in the Central Isles, was among, if not the most organized military organization on the islands, having established a de-facto central state shortly after the LDF's formation. Even then, the sudden disappearance of their power grid may put a stop to their evolving expansion against Hubostani and Batusi displaced populations, which they have been systematically slaughtering and segregating. The whole concept of civilization on this island is quite a debatable topic, as the country has quite evidently been in pseudo-anarchy since the death of Jimbo Loggins.

The western isles have been hit the hardest by the collapse of oil and the power grid, having been the most developed island in the nation. With power being quite effectively gone, warlord control over some cities and areas have completely collapsed, resulting in a all-men-for-themselves situation, with the social order in many areas completely collapsing. Already, a TRLA warlord had allegedly been overthrown from his sudden takeover of Rodenia, to which he may or may not have been killed. It is believed that most of Rodenia has been abandoned following the collapse of the power grid, leaving a few to scavenge what remains within the city's limits.

[Tangaliro]

Baytown,NLF-occupied regions,Liberty Islands,minutes before power breakdown

Evacuations in remaining NLF territories are in a rush,because at this rate NLF are unlikely to sustain long,and theres also another important thing that concerns the Tangaliroans badly,fuels and power.If the calculations are right,according to the operation headquarter,remaining fuels of the region are likely to be emptied in 1-2 days.Most of the Tangaliroans in the area are extracted by now thanks to the extraction team's effort,but theres still a few around,not to mention those in non-NLF occupied regions.

Suddenly,all remaining lights in the city,just like in a second,are gone.

Seeing this,everyone out there got shocked a bit.However,the Task Force,experienced in different situations that causes chaos around the world,reacted fast.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCOFuBzC8ME

"Get to the chopper!!!"

The Tangaliroans get awaken by the sentence,and quickly rushed for their extraction vehicles,the whole city's in absolute chao,and are likely to fall into anarchy soon,if they don't leave now,it will be much more risky.

The choppers and speedboats quickly leave for the cargo ships as soon as they are full,however,a few are still being left behind.They are unlikely to be left there to rot,choppers will come back for them,but whether they can survive until then is a question worth asking.

"Donut,Bagel,gather and calm down the local forces at the western entrance!You two,gather those at the east!Baguette,Bread,come with me!"

The SOF quickly split into teams for operations,a few SabreDrakes co. mercs are also seen rushing around gathering civilians to protect them.In fact,not only Tangaliroan ones,but also some relatively sane locals.Soon the remaining NLF forces in the harbor's range is being gathered and calmed down.

Soon another wave of extraction has come,and the mercs loaded the gathered civilians and personnels onto the extraction vehicles first,while the SOFs rushed for a TTC-2.They are going to evacuate whats left of the NLF command structure in town,if they are still there.

Meanwhile,personnels are also withdrawing out of the harbor as soon as possible.The special operation has ended,the remaining stuff's for the formal army.