Shiyya, Islamic Republic of Afghanistan, March Twenty-second, 2016, Thirteen hundred hours.
Naqib (Captain) Husain Akram of Suraqi Arab Army Special Forces- "Yusef. Yusef! استيقظ!"
Raqib awwal (Sergeant Major) Yusef Nazir- "Huh? ماذا؟? What's going on, Husain?"
Husain- "Open your eyes, President Ghani will be here soon, the meeting is going to start."
Areef (Corporal) Iyaad Barakat- "Husain, check the mag in that sniper, I can't remember if I loaded it."
Yusef checks the magazine- "نعم فعلا it's loaded. So I'll just have to wait till Minister Offen gives the signal."
Husain- "Shut up Yusef, here comes the convoy!"
As the three special force soldiers finished up their conversation on inside of an old mosque's tower, a small convoy of black vans and two tan BTR's rounded the corner inside the city. It was a hot, dusty day that could have evaporated a glass of water. This was also the day that the President of Afghanistan would die at the hands of a Suraqi and Spektronian joint Task Force. The convoy pulled into the two story building's parking lot and an escort of security guards in black suits let the President out of his car. Meanwhile, Yusef looked through the adjustable high power scope of the Barrett M82 that was set up on a bi-pod and he fixed his sights on the President.
Husain- "You see Ashraf, yes? Now try to look for the Spektronians on the roof."
Yusef moves the rifle to fix his sights on the roof- "I don't see them yet... They'd better show up in time."
Suddenly, as Yusef fixed his sights on a guard on the roof, the guard fell to his knees, with half his brain splattered out on the concrete surface beneath his feet. But there was no gunshot that could be heard. Suddenly, a man in a desert camo military cap, with the same camo on his uniform arose with a silenced Kriss Vector SMG arose from behind the dead guard's body, followed by other men in the same uniforms with the same weapons.
Yusef- "Sir, I see the Spektronians now, they're getting in position to rappel down onto the balcony."
Husain- "Good. Just in time too. Minister Offen is getting nervous, I can tell. See him sitting there?"
Yusef moves the rifle once more and fixes in with the scope- "Yeah I see him. I'm surprised he even agreed to help us. How come he's not wearing a wire?"
Iyaad- "Couldn't risk him being caught. We'll just have to do with signals. The Spektronians will rappel as soon as the shot is fired."
Husain- "Shut up, both of you. Here comes the President out of the elevator now."
For a few minutes, President Ghani talked with Minister Offen, sitting across from each other in a large, open living room that was on the second story of the concrete building. The room had a wall that was just windows that led out to the balcony, where guards made their rounds, walking back and forth, like they did on the ground. Eventually, Minister Offen tugged on his ear a bit which alerted the Suraqis.
Husain- "Yusef! That's the signal! Shoot that ابن العاهرة and be done with it!"
In an instant, an ear bursting shot was fired from the sniper rifle in Yusef's grasp. Inside the room, a glass pane shattered and a few shouts from guards arose as the President's head exploded onto the couch he sat on. Rapidly, as a response to this, the Spektronians dropped down on their rappelling wires, firing shots off at the guards on the balcony, dropping them one by one as more guards rushed into the building, while Yusef continued to provide covering fire with his sniper.
Minister Offen took cover behind a table as the Spektronians exchanged fire with the Afghans from across the large room, dropping them one by one. By this time, reinforcements began to rush through the door and into the room, only to be sprayed down as soon as they set foot inside.
From an alley, RPG fire struck the BTRs that were parked outside, destroying them, while in the distance, police sirens could be heard. All of a sudden, more Suraqi forces charged out from the alley and took up positions around the building, to combat any police or military that would be coming. Then, Minister Offen and the Spektronians exited the building, with their bodies shielding him as police pulled up and began to fire on the task force. The Spektronians shuffled to get the Minister into an armored Humvee from the Suraqis, then the Suraqis all joined up in their own vans as they made their escape from the city, along with Yusef, Husain and Iyaad.
Tall Kamiya, Disputed Territory in Afghanistan, August Third 2016, Ten hundred hours.
"Well, General Karimi, I'm happy we could put our differences aside to discuss peace terms between our great two peoples. My leader will be very pleased to hear of this." Said a tall Aryan woman in a sleek gray woman's suit as she shook hands with a shorter Middle Eastern man with a dark mustache in a military uniform.
"هو, Leiter eines Hauptamtes Guttenberg. I'm sure he will. Though, I'm not so sure my leader would have been proud of me for bargaining with Imperialists... But all that aside, I must make some effort to end this war, yes?" said the General to the Department Leader.
"Yes... I suppose it's the fate of both our nations-" As the Supreme Department Leader was speaking, she was cut off by a West Afghani Soldier who came rushing in. "Ma'am, there's been an attack by East Afghans on a public broadcasting station in Abu Summam! They are spreading talk of revolution against you, Madam Department Leader!"
Selina gave a sharp glance at the enemy General whom she had just shaken hands with, but then looked back at soldier. "I want the station surrounded and re-captured, now, JaGRaan (Captain)!" She then spun her head back to Karimi. "You liar! You put this together just to distract me! You're lucky I'm letting you leave here today with your head still attached to your shoulders, rat!" She said as she stormed out of the small building.
Ten Minutes Earlier, Abu Summam.
Abdul Vaziri, the leader of the Afghani People's Coalition Against Imperialism, or APCAI for short, known to the Spektronians as a Pro-East Afghani terrorist group, but known to the East Afghans as a militia who fought the Spektronians, just like the East Afghani soldiers did, but used methods that seemed to resemble methods used by terrorists more than anything, took position with his comrades on a cliff over looking the lightly guarded broadcasting station. He, in his Shia Muslim turban and makeshift uniform, turned to around twenty of his followers who also wore similar makeshift uniforms and held their AK-47s tight. Some of the men there, were not even men at all, but young boys, even some as young as 15. "Brothers! We will commence the attack on my signal! Once we take the station, I will record a message and have it played over all transmissions in the area! We will be one step closer to liberating our homeland from these Spektronian imperialist scum!"
After a few minutes, the group had made their way down the cliff and around to the front of the station where they took cover behind rocks. Abdul made eye contact with one of his men, whose face was hidden by a three holed balaclava and who had an RPG in his hands. Abdul raised his arm and swung it down as if giving the order to a firing squad. Then, the man climbed on top of his rock with the RPG and yelled something in Pashto before pulling the trigger and watching the missile launch forward in a sudden burst of force that sent it flying into the entrance to the station, killing several guards and employees inside.
The building itself was not very large, nor was it well guarded, which made it an easy target for the APCAI to hit. The APCAI forces then began to open fire on the West Afghani soldiers who tried to combat them. In a matter of minutes, they had made their way inside and shotgun troops were the first ones to take the lead inside, indiscriminately killing anyone in their way in a burst of death. Once the APCAI had made their way into the broadcasting room, they took two prisoners, the men who's jobs it was to broadcast whatever message they were told to by their government. Abdul had his message of destruction of Spektronia recorded. In the mean time, the Spektronian and West Afghani Colonial flags were lowered off of the roofs and brought into the studio where Abdul burned them on the recording. Cameras were then taken outside as the APCAI flag and the true Afghanistan flag were raised onto the poles. After the message had been aired, Abdul himself slit the throats of the two men whom had been taken prisoner.
Luckily, or unluckily, depending on one's allegiance, the APCAI militia men were able to escape in trucks that they drove to the station in, back over the border into East Afghanistan before the West Afghan troops could catch them, all the way back to Tel Khanadad, where it was considered the APCAI capital because they had the most influence there.
Saturday, August Twentieth, 2016.
In these times, both Spektronia and her colony as well as the persisting East look to foreign powers to aid them in each's fight, either to bring civility to a land that so desperately needed it or to keep Fascist Imperialists from ruining the way of life that these people had enjoyed for so long.
OOC Thread
APCAI Flag
True Afghanistan Flag
Spektronian West Afghanistan Flag
A Map of Afghanistan
Green= Spektronian controlled areas
Red= Afghani Controlled Areas
Purple= Disputed Areas
Star= city
Four pointed star= Capital city
Black text= city name
Districts on map are numbered, here are their names.
1= Neu Fansberg District
2= Kangaris
3= Shafar
4= New Suraq
5= An Nasibaid
6= Al-Manujibar
7= Abu Summam
8= Kashast
9= Pirapasa
10= Tall Khamadi
11= Amu
12= Tall Kamiya
13= Al Wabuk
14= Hada
15= An Rasra
16= Al-Fazi
17= Tun
18= Say'ubanah
19= Tabasta
20= Ramsan
21= As-Samrah
22= Al-Jarut
23= Al Hanawat
24= Dilayn
A Picture of Generaloberst Selina Guttenberg, the CO of Spektronian West Afghanistan.
A Picture of President, Cheif of the Military and General, Sher Mohammad Karimi of the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan.
A Picture of Militia Leader Abdul Vaziri.
A Picture of a Typical APCAI Soldier.
A Picture of Typical East Afghan Soldiers.
A picture of Typical West Afghan Soldiers.
