Fall of Crimson [Closed]

[The Red Star Union]

New Impen

The rain had increased from the soft, light drizzle it once was. Now, tumbling in sheets, rumbling down streets and soaking feet it was. Lightning bowed down and struck blows, while thunder rumbled and cheered. A harsh gale bumbled across the streets, blowing sheets of rain into the cold, miserable night.

Indeed, while there was a storm at New Impen, the whole Union was under storm. Harsh political tides blew every which way, crashing into an unfortunate soul.

And that soul: Supreme Red of the Union, Vladmir Aponos.

Aponos was a leader of a chaotic place. His desk, once great and tall and straight, was literally sagged down with papers and reports from the land. His former greatness and confidence was now at a low. His hair, so gray that it was said that it was the stormcloud that causes the rains. His eyes were bags that seemed as if you could put trash in them.

But this, this one report, was the one that directed his attention. A short, 3 page document chronicling the worst chaos the country had seen in 2 decades.

Yakar.

413 innocents dead. Over 2 million Aërons lost. The city of 34,000 was in periled by fascism. It was global news now. One of the worst terror attacks. Fascists had swept into the oil refinery, gunfire pam pam pamming into the dusk, and then a BOOM!!! Fire rose up, as the steel was superheated by a bomb going off. Then, they continued their path of destruction, killing innocents on the way.

It was an act of terror that would not go without punishment. Venegance was near...

Yakar Military Search Group Beta
*Calling in from Search Group Beta, we have detected infared signatures over to the east. Alpha, Omega, Zeta, Theta, do you copy?*

*Roger*
*Roger*
*Roger*
*Roger*

*Thats an affirmative. Stay sharp. Search Group Beta, Out*

The group was close, and so was dying of thirst. The fascists had fled after their attack on Yakar, and 5 search parties had went out 4 hours later. But they were inequipped to stand the hot, desert winds. Sand brushed up against vehicles. It scratched past the soldiers, flaking about leisurely.

"Johnson! Watch your left. I saw movement." Yelled a commander

"Roger that, williams." He replied.

Suddenly, an earsplitting cry of a 50 cal burst came out from the dead bushes. Roughly 390 yards away. Then, a sniper. Bam. Bam. Bam. 5 dead in under 10 seconds.Then, the howl of a rocket launcher as smoke filled the air. A vehicle exploded, its top blown off into a mass of twisted steel. Blood trickled down the white sands east of Yakar.

"Regroup! Do not surrend-" Commander williams died in a single sniper round.


The fascists came down in waves. They flanked them, used short heavy knives they called Steel Wind and stabbed them. They gunned reds down, 5 at a time. Blood and smoke were the only scents to a man. Ear splitting, agonizing screams were all that could be heard. Soon, their were only 12 left.

"Hands up. Surrender now. There is no use." Screamed a fascist leader.
"We dont comply with terrorists. For the union!" Bellowed a Private.

And with that, the remnant of search group Beta charged. Guns blazing. In close quarters, they used the weight and size of the gun to break the enemies skull. But, alas, 12 is too few to win a battle. The fascists encircled them, smashed them into bits. Nothing was left.

"Gentleman, clean up and depart. We need to get out of here ASAP before others arrive." boomed the leader.

And that was the end of Search Party Beta, and the start of the fall of crimson.

[United World Order]

A Naval Port on the Western Coast of the UWO.
Arm shipments heading for the RSU begin to be sent off for landing in Fascist held territory.

The nation of Red Star Union had been of key interest with the United World Order in recent times. The knowledge of a Fascist militant group engaging in insurgency operations against it's oppressive communist government had been passed on by The Ministry of Oppressed Enlightened Peoples to the Fuhrer which he had granted permission for arms shipments to be sent to the rebels. Instructions had been given to the rebels before hand that they needed excessive control of a port or harbor for the weapons to be transported and given to them. Several ships mostly being cargo ships in nature were packed with automatic and semi-automatic weapons, anti tank weapons, general supplies and equipment and top of the line Anti Air weapons. The delivery would be one ship at a time over the time period of a month as the possibility of the RSU navy and or government may heed the arm shipments.

Already one ship was on it's way towards the RSU and another was scheduled to head there in the next week.

Somewhere in Tarn, Holy Panooly.
Ordernite mercenaries and Zarbian volunteers ready for deployment in the Red Star Union.

It had been decided by Ordernite High Command and the Fuhrer himself that the Fascist rebels in the Red Star Union would need help from more experienced combatants. It was then put into action that a combined force of Ordernite mercenaries and Zarbian volunteers who were paid by the Golden Throne to participate were to travel into the RSU and work jointly with the rebels in freeing their homeland. Several hundred would be deployed into the RSU with the needed equipment and weaponry it take to combat the Army and whatever else would get in there way.

Transportation was to be provided by the Ordernite 5th Fleet which had recently docked in Tarn. Once the 5th Fleet was ready they would leave port and head towards RSU territorial waters and then be deployed from Amphibious landing ships to land in RSU where they could begin operations in coherently with the Fascist rebels.

[The Red Star Union]

OOC: Dathel is the main base of operations, some 75 miles south of Yakar.

Dathel Port

There were no regular cargo ships to be found here. The sand of the nearby desert tumbled, blown to the heavens by the wind. The sun, in all of its might, beat down fiercely on the group of men entering the port. But these werent business men. These were men of the Fascist insurgency, who intended to bring arms shipments from the United World Order. The ships, which had been able to work their way through the oversized, clumsy RSU Navy had now begun to unload a shipment of new weaponry like automatic weapons and state of the art AA defenses, as well as anti tank weaponry.

The men split up into groups as they picked up containers from the dock, which were to be loaded onto a train bound for Yakar. The Yakar train station was positioned outside of town. It had already been taken by the rebels in a rather swift operation.

A few hours later, and the train begun its voyage to Yakar. The screech of metal and a distinct rumbling was heard as the freight made its way toward Yakar.

New Impen

The man wore a mask, as he made his way through the stormy night. Rain beat down from every direction, wind blowing this cold, dreary atmosphere all over the city. This man worked for the insurgency, but he was a diplomat. Quite simply, he knew about a general, who led the 6th army corps (which had 32,000 men), who was also a Fascist. All he needed him to do was ask to hunt down the rebels, then join the rebels. It was very simple, and could happen easily.

Soon enough, he was knocking on the doors of his house. It was large enough, with an open interior and a large coffee table in the center. Near was a fireplace, where he could see several logs burning.

"Ah, old friend! How is your day" the general said as the man took off his mask.
"Good, good! How bout yours!" Was the reply
"Its been fine, buddy. Why are you here, may I ask."
"Well, its simple. I know you have heard of the Fascist movement in Dathel and Yakar. I also know you are a Fascist. I want you to ask our 'Supreme leader' Vladmir Aponos to hunt us. Once you are there, join us and we will steamroll the southeast."

"My men are not well trained, but it can be done. This country is sick. We do need fascism. Thank you for this wonderful opprotunity."

And with that, they enjoyed tea with a bit of honey and sugar.

[United World Order]

Dathel Port, Red Star Union
First Mercenaries arrive in Dathel Port and begin to board a train to Yakar.

The arrival of the first batch of Mercenaries had landed nearly 600 of them in fascist controlled Dathel Port. Equipment and supplies were taken as well as they soon made their way to the local train station. These men were headed to Yakar and would assist the insurgents in training and combat operations. Men in BDU uniforms carrying a variety of automatic assault rifles and other weaponry stood around on the train platform awaiting for the train to come for them. A Zarbian who had volunteered in Tarn stood near the edge of the platform having a smoke as he puffed on a cigarette in his mouth. Another Zarbian looking similar to him joined him and stood beside him as he looked both ways anticipating the arrival of the train.

"How much resistance to the revolution do you think their will be, brother?" The Zarbian with the cigarette asked as he looked at his brother who rubbed under his chin where facial hair was slowly growing, he had last shaved two weeks ago before he traveled by boat to the Red Star Union.

"I don't know, you know how these communists are." he said and then added. "Their militaries are all shit compared to even us mercenaries"

The Zarbian had a point as he had served in countless other conflicts his PMC firm had been contracted for, one was even to support the uprising of a communist tin-pot dictatorship. He participated in several battles in which the conventional military were far less trained and had overall poor equipment compared to the mercenaries he served with. He took another drag of his cigarette letting smoke float into the air as it slowly disappeared.

"Very much so, this revolution shouldn't take us too long then. We are giving these insurgents training ontop of participating in combat operations." he paused as he heard the sound in the distance which was the incoming train, the other mercenaries begun to gather around the edge waiting for the train to make it's stop as the Zarbian added just as the train arrived. " They may be the next soldiers of the new military in this country."

The mercenaries begun shuffling into the passenger train as within a few minutes everyone on the platform was loaded inside. The train then sounded it's horn and begun it's travel to Yakar which was a decent time away. The two brothers sat together on the train, one reading a book of a translated Ordernite novel on fascism and it's positive effects on society and a economy. The other Zarbian rested his head against the glass window looking out at the landscape as he slowly drifted carefully to sleep.