Civil War in Nchiyamengi

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Special Agent "Carter"

Carter walked to the interrogation room and he ordered the Arcadian Soldiers to march them to the convoy which would get them on an Arcadian Prison transport to site 51 for more 'advanced interrogation' methods. Some POWs were going to stay here and some were already enroute to the plane, he was just doing a mop up. A small protest had started outside ,but nothing much, only fringe groups right now believed of the chemical weapons 'myth' and they were already working on a plan saying outside communist forces gave the rebels chemical weapons and used them then to blame the loyalist of thier uses.

OOC: I take it those are forces in your own land?

You can accompany the prisoners taken in Nchiyamengi to the Ministry of National Security, and you can observe, and if you want to take part in the 'advanced interrogation' (Agent Black may have a use for you), but as Nchiyamengians on Nchiyamengian soil in a mission by the Ministry of National Security the prisoners are their property now, which is bad news for them.

OOC: they were on you land, we were going to take them to our version of Gitmo where they have no rights and they are tortured daily until we get what we want, then we lock them up and throw away the key

[Nchiyamengi]

OOC: I take it those are forces in your own land?

You can accompany the prisoners taken in Nchiyamengi to the Ministry of National Security, and you can observe, and if you want to take part in the 'advanced interrogation' (Agent Black may have a use for you), but as Nchiyamengians on Nchiyamengian soil in a mission by the Ministry of National Security the prisoners are their property now, which is bad news for them.

OOC: they were on you land, we were going to take them to our version of Gitmo where they have no rights and they are tortured daily until we get what we want, then we lock them up and throw away the key

OOC: Oh don't worry, we have our own version of Gitmo, the Ministry of National Security, and when we have what we want the prisoners have a tendency of just conveniently 'disappearing'. The Nchiyamengian prisoners taken in the raid will go there, but you should also bring your forces along. Agent Black could use you and a narrative of your extreme anger to get back your kidnapped soldier to help get the prisoners to talk faster, or rather to make them desperate enough to talk to the calm and fatherly Agent White. Agent Black controls fear, Agent White controls hope. Balance the two and they can make anyone talk.

[The Green Union]

OOC: Oh don't worry, we have our own version of Gitmo, the Ministry of National Security, and when we have what we want the prisoners have a tendency of just conveniently 'disappearing'. The Nchiyamengian prisoners taken in the raid will go there, but you should also bring your forces along. Agent Black could use you and a narrative of your extreme anger to get back your kidnapped soldier to help get the prisoners to talk faster, or rather to make them desperate enough to talk to the calm and fatherly Agent White. Agent Black controls fear, Agent White controls hope. Balance the two and they can make anyone talk.

OOC: This, this is why we can't have nice things.

It's also why my nation doesn't support this regime.

[Nchiyamengi]

OOC: Oh don't worry, we have our own version of Gitmo, the Ministry of National Security, and when we have what we want the prisoners have a tendency of just conveniently 'disappearing'. The Nchiyamengian prisoners taken in the raid will go there, but you should also bring your forces along. Agent Black could use you and a narrative of your extreme anger to get back your kidnapped soldier to help get the prisoners to talk faster, or rather to make them desperate enough to talk to the calm and fatherly Agent White. Agent Black controls fear, Agent White controls hope. Balance the two and they can make anyone talk.

OOC: This, this is why we can't have nice things.

It's also why my nation doesn't support this regime.

OOC: Ya it is a good reason not to support it. It is kept very secretive though, the entire Ministry of National Security is shrouded in secrecy because of what goes on in it and to add to the fear in intends to instil. It is also why Ministro de Seguridad Nacional Pablo Museni is often considered more dangerous than Presidente Marcos Kampiya, and why you really don't want to get on his bad side.

[Albatan]

UP Supply Base, Nchiyamengi, 1st Special Forces Squad
Corporal Farad Ibori

The forces where sneaking along the flora of the jungle and came upon the base. The time was 2300 hours, they would attack soon. Ibori took out his knife, it was a stainless steel switchblade that he had bought from Zandill on a vacation. It was very sturdy and would not break as easily as most blades of it's kind. Behind him the rest where armed with pocket knives, and a machete. Ibori whispered the plan,

Ibori: "Here is the plan, the complex is surrounded by a chain link fence nothing special, but very loud. Private Jengo will cut a small half circle in the fence and we'll crawl through, then we crawl through the grass and sidle against the wall, killing and laying down any guard we meet. Got it? The other warriors will be right behind us."

The rest of the squad nodded. They awaited the word from the attack coordinator.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Message to: Prime Minister Charlotte Fried
From: The office or Prime Minister Munche

We would like to invite you to the Arcadian royal palace in Casatolo, Arcadia, it has been far too long since one of these meetings has taken place. Please repsond as soon as possible so planning could be put in effect

CMS. Juliet Williams, 4th Coalition Peace keeping Detachment
Fort Shawn, Coalition Arcadian Command

The Humvees were stopped and she sat on the side of a road and looked on at a field. Its hard to think a nation like this would fall to such a terrible civil strife. But then she remembered what her brother said when he was in the Dacruzian war, any country could fall victim to war, even ours. The sun was usually hot today. She looked back and saw her fellow Aircorp Security forces at the trucks. She got up and grabbed her rifle and walked torwards the trucks.

[The Arstotzkan Union]

Kazier, Arstotzka
Supreme Leader's Palace

As they were brought into the room, Supreme Leader Konstantin Markov sat at the head of the meeting room table. He stood up, walking over to the Nchiyamengi delegation; shaking their hands, welcoming them. The Supreme Leader motioned for them to sit, and sat himself back at the head of the table. General Petroski sat to his left. Konstantin looked over the delegation, a wide smile on his face. It was full of warmth and welcomeness; as if meeting old friends. However, it also held... ambition, and an alternative agenda behind his face.

"Welcome, Mr. Tapyaro and other members of the Nchiyamengi Delegation. I am Supreme Leader Konstantin Markov. Welcome to Arstotzka. I am told you need support to destroy the disgusting Kampiya Regime, and overthrow it so that you can establish a new, socialist republic, yes? Well, my friends, I will be happy to help. I have many battle tanks, artillery machines, small arms and weapons ... even air support, if you need it. I can even send troops to help, if you like. Just name it and I shall provide it, as Arstotzka is a mighty nation! All I ask in return is for free trade to exist between our nations, once all is said and done. Perhaps even a military alliance.", Markov said, still smiling. He waited for Tapyaro's response.

OOC: Lets not go around offering you straight out providing air support or military forces. That is not realistic in terms of a civil war in a medium sized African island nation.

IC: Miguel Tapyaro handed over the gift of the Cuban Cigars in the varnished oak box to the Supreme leader as a token of the friendship between the two parties and greater him warmly, before he and his delegation took their seats.

Tapyaro listened to the proposal and then spoke. "Thank you so much for you generous offer Supreme Leader Markov. Tanks, small arms and the like would be invaluable. If you smuggle them into the nation we will put them to good use putting an end to the atrocious Kampiya regime. The power of the regime unravels daily, and soon we shall bring it down permanently. Of course we would be delighted to engage in a prosperous trade agreement that would bring prosperity to both our great nations and strengthen our alliance. Once we take power we will of course have you right by the top of our list of nations to establish this new trade with".

Tapyaro hesitated a moment and then went on to say "in terms of a military alliance that may prove a little more difficult. We would have to see how the other parties in a post-regime multiparty Nchiyamengi felt. After decades of war some may be less than happy to do so, and may rather want to focus on creating stability and peace in the nation first. I am not ruling out such a military alliance, and the offer is a true and great honour, I would just rather not make a promise now that I do not know I can deliver on. Perhaps we should table that for now and return to that once the regime has been overthrown and the situation stabilised? is this acceptable?"

"Anything further supreme leader?" asked Tapyaro

Kazier, Arstotzka
Supreme Leader's Palace

Supreme Leader Markov listened to Tapyaro speak, and nodded slightly. However, one thing disturbed him... a multi-party socialist regime? No, no... that wouldn't do at all. The Supreme Leader wanted to make Nchiyamengi an African associate state. He could be the Supreme Leader to re-establish the Kazier Alliance of Socialist Republics. It had been so long since Arstotzka had been within KASR - namely, because not many socialist republics wanted to associate with Arstotzka. He needed Nchiyamengi because then maybe, just maybe, KASR could allow Arstotzka to become a major player again. But the Supreme Leader voiced... none... of this. He had an idea of how to solve this problem.

"I believe that is all. But please, enjoy your stay in Arstotzka for one more night. In the morning, I'll begin smuggling of supplies into Nchiyamengi.", he said, offering that same friendly smile he had in the beginning to Tapyaro. Soon, Nchiyamengi would be a Socialist Republic. Indeed... it would be one of the Supreme Leader's design. All he had to do was be patient, wait and move when the opportunity presented itself. Supreme Leader Markov would not let petty capitalism or anything else taint his pure nation, and his pure alliance.

((OOC: Arstotzkans have ambitions. Just to add some background plot. Also, KASR is a region I'm thinking about working on that is non-WA but allows WA-participant socialist republics into it; Arstotzka permanently holds the seat of executive power/the Director of the Alliance. Just a bit of bonus info for future reference.))

[The Green Union]

Message to: Prime Minister Charlotte Fried
From: The office or Prime Minister Munche

We would like to invite you to the Arcadian royal palace in Casatolo, Arcadia, it has been far too long since one of these meetings has taken place. Please repsond as soon as possible so planning could be put in effect

Message to: Prime Minister Muncher
From: The office of The Right Honourable Charlotte Fried

We would be honoured to attend your meeting. It is quite true that no such discussion between our greatest minds has taken place since the Himmelsdorf Conference, but even that was focused solely on resolving the conflict in Dacruz.

If at all possible we would like to initiate this meeting immediately after the vote for supreme commander of the Coalition has concluded, so that the Coalition as an entity may be present and the soon to be supreme commander make his plans for the future known.

[Autonomous Eastern Ukraine]

OOC: This, this is why we can't have nice things.

It's also why my nation doesn't support this regime.

OOC: Ya it is a good reason not to support it. It is kept very secretive though, the entire Ministry of National Security is shrouded in secrecy because of what goes on in it and to add to the fear in intends to instil. It is also why Ministro de Seguridad Nacional Pablo Museni is often considered more dangerous than Presidente Marcos Kampiya, and why you really don't want to get on his bad side.

OOC: Even if President Petrev was aware of this, he'd be willing to sweep it under the rug in the name of stability, and pragmatism.

[Nchiyamengi]

UP Supply Base, Nchiyamengi, 1st Special Forces Squad
Corporal Farad Ibori

The forces where sneaking along the flora of the jungle and came upon the base. The time was 2300 hours, they would attack soon. Ibori took out his knife, it was a stainless steel switchblade that he had bought from Zandill on a vacation. It was very sturdy and would not break as easily as most blades of it's kind. Behind him the rest where armed with pocket knives, and a machete. Ibori whispered the plan,

Ibori: "Here is the plan, the complex is surrounded by a chain link fence nothing special, but very loud. Private Jengo will cut a small half circle in the fence and we'll crawl through, then we crawl through the grass and sidle against the wall, killing and laying down any guard we meet. Got it? The other warriors will be right behind us."

The rest of the squad nodded. They awaited the word from the attack coordinator.

OOC: I'll work on this now.

IC: The leader of the attack, Mwiba, dressed in her black leather jacket and a black balaclava that covered her face but had eye and mouth holes cut out, quietly said to he second in command "hold here, and if the shooting starts give us covering fire, try not hit us". "Understood" said the second in command in a quite voice, a tall young Busetsu man in his mid 20s, "be careful" he added, and the two kissed briefly, apparently lovers.

Mwiba was armed with a knife, pliers to cut the fence and a handgun, the gun a last resort if things got loud. She and 5 other fighters would accompany the fighters, and would help speed up the quiet killing of the guards, given that they reported in about once every 30 minutes in a round, and people would start suspecting something if they did not report in. Voices could be mimicked, but the lack of guards seen walking in the camera surveilled areas would spark suspicion very quickly, this would have to be quick. Their main hope was that complacent guards in the main surveillance building in the heavily guarded barracks some way away would be slow to respond. The attack was being set at the same time as a major soccer game between the Nchiyamengian national team, the Torch Bearers, and the Ghanian national team, the Black Stars. Hopefully this would distract the guards.

The Xama! fighter in the groups midst, a young man from the traditional group who had been a poacher before came with the attack group. Armed with a knife and his bow and quiver of arrows he would serve as the quieter ranged attacker if he was needed, but otherwise would stick to knifing guards.

OOC: I've got to go do some stuff now, I'll carry this on later.

[Albatan]

UP Supply Base, Nchiyamengi, 1st Special Forces Squad
Corporal Farad Ibori

The forces where sneaking along the flora of the jungle and came upon the base. The time was 2300 hours, they would attack soon. Ibori took out his knife, it was a stainless steel switchblade that he had bought from Zandill on a vacation. It was very sturdy and would not break as easily as most blades of it's kind. Behind him the rest where armed with pocket knives, and a machete. Ibori whispered the plan,

Ibori: "Here is the plan, the complex is surrounded by a chain link fence nothing special, but very loud. Private Jengo will cut a small half circle in the fence and we'll crawl through, then we crawl through the grass and sidle against the wall, killing and laying down any guard we meet. Got it? The other warriors will be right behind us."

The rest of the squad nodded. They awaited the word from the attack coordinator.

OOC: I'll work on this now.

IC: The leader of the attack, Mwiba, dressed in her black leather jacket and a black balaclava that covered her face but had eye and mouth holes cut out, quietly said to he second in command "hold here, and if the shooting starts give us covering fire, try not hit us". "Understood" said the second in command in a quite voice, a tall young Busetsu man in his mid 20s, "be careful" he added, and the two kissed briefly, apparently lovers.

Mwiba was armed with a knife, pliers to cut the fence and a handgun, the gun a last resort if things got loud. She and 5 other fighters would accompany the fighters, and would help speed up the quiet killing of the guards, given that they reported in about once every 30 minutes in a round, and people would start suspecting something if they did not report in. Voices could be mimicked, but the lack of guards seen walking in the camera surveilled areas would spark suspicion very quickly, this would have to be quick. Their main hope was that complacent guards in the main surveillance building in the heavily guarded barracks some way away would be slow to respond. The attack was being set at the same time as a major soccer game between the Nchiyamengian national team, the Torch Bearers, and the Ghanian national team, the Black Stars. Hopefully this would distract the guards.

The Xama! fighter in the groups midst, a young man from the traditional group who had been a poacher before came with the attack group. Armed with a knife and his bow and quiver of arrows he would serve as the quieter ranged attacker if he was needed, but otherwise would stick to knifing guards.

OOC: I've got to go do some stuff now, I'll carry this on later.

OOC: I'll post my bit and then I can wait, now I at least you are busy.

IC:
1st Special Forces Squad, UP Supply Base, Nchiyamengi
Corporal Farad Ibori

The word was given, the squad began their advance around a lesser guarded side of the building. Followed closely behind by the fighters, they made it to the gate. Mwiba passed the pliers up to Ibori and he silently cut the gate in a almost perfect semi-circle, and the two squad members behind him silently removed the cut out portion of the fence. They then sneaked through the hole and crawled though the grass to the wall of the building.

The squad members stood up against the wall and they began to sidle across it in two groups. The Special Forces going one way, and the PSP fighters going the other. They got to a corner and Ibori peaked around. A guard was walking towards them, when the guard turned the corner, Ibori grabbed him one hand on the mouth, and one hand holding the knife, which was now in the guards throat, cutting his windpipe making him unable to call for help. They then lay him on the ground and continue to sidle along the walls, killing any guards they meet in a similar way. At least, until they are noticed.

[Nchiyamengi]

OOC: Lets not go around offering you straight out providing air support or military forces. That is not realistic in terms of a civil war in a medium sized African island nation.

IC: Miguel Tapyaro handed over the gift of the Cuban Cigars in the varnished oak box to the Supreme leader as a token of the friendship between the two parties and greater him warmly, before he and his delegation took their seats.

Tapyaro listened to the proposal and then spoke. "Thank you so much for you generous offer Supreme Leader Markov. Tanks, small arms and the like would be invaluable. If you smuggle them into the nation we will put them to good use putting an end to the atrocious Kampiya regime. The power of the regime unravels daily, and soon we shall bring it down permanently. Of course we would be delighted to engage in a prosperous trade agreement that would bring prosperity to both our great nations and strengthen our alliance. Once we take power we will of course have you right by the top of our list of nations to establish this new trade with".

Tapyaro hesitated a moment and then went on to say "in terms of a military alliance that may prove a little more difficult. We would have to see how the other parties in a post-regime multiparty Nchiyamengi felt. After decades of war some may be less than happy to do so, and may rather want to focus on creating stability and peace in the nation first. I am not ruling out such a military alliance, and the offer is a true and great honour, I would just rather not make a promise now that I do not know I can deliver on. Perhaps we should table that for now and return to that once the regime has been overthrown and the situation stabilised? is this acceptable?"

"Anything further supreme leader?" asked Tapyaro

Kazier, Arstotzka
Supreme Leader's Palace

Supreme Leader Markov listened to Tapyaro speak, and nodded slightly. However, one thing disturbed him... a multi-party socialist regime? No, no... that wouldn't do at all. The Supreme Leader wanted to make Nchiyamengi an African associate state. He could be the Supreme Leader to re-establish the Kazier Alliance of Socialist Republics. It had been so long since Arstotzka had been within KASR - namely, because not many socialist republics wanted to associate with Arstotzka. He needed Nchiyamengi because then maybe, just maybe, KASR could allow Arstotzka to become a major player again. But the Supreme Leader voiced... none... of this. He had an idea of how to solve this problem.

"I believe that is all. But please, enjoy your stay in Arstotzka for one more night. In the morning, I'll begin smuggling of supplies into Nchiyamengi.", he said, offering that same friendly smile he had in the beginning to Tapyaro. Soon, Nchiyamengi would be a Socialist Republic. Indeed... it would be one of the Supreme Leader's design. All he had to do was be patient, wait and move when the opportunity presented itself. Supreme Leader Markov would not let petty capitalism or anything else taint his pure nation, and his pure alliance.

((OOC: Arstotzkans have ambitions. Just to add some background plot. Also, KASR is a region I'm thinking about working on that is non-WA but allows WA-participant socialist republics into it; Arstotzka permanently holds the seat of executive power/the Director of the Alliance. Just a bit of bonus info for future reference.))

OOC: I'll see how that goes, I might end up going that route, but it will mean the Kampiya regime being overthrown first and then either enough people supporting the move in a democratic Nchiyamengi or the FPRL taking complete control of the nation militarily. It is all up in the air at the moment, but maybe.

IC: Tapyaro thanked Supreme Leader Markov and stated that the people of Nchiyamengi would be forever in his and Arstotzka's debt. There was another conference he and his team must get to soon.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Classified
Location Unknown

The Prisoner was tired and hurt, he looked around in the dark room and saw nothing until the metal door opened. It was an Arcadian pig with the loyalist scum. He Arcadian kicked the prisoner in the face and yelled "Where is the POW!" and kicked once more. That is when the loyalist pulled his right side up and the loyalist brought a cart or torture tools. This was gonna hurt. The Arcadian grabbed a wrench and hit the prisoner in the knee. That is when the prisoner yelled "Fine I will speak! He is in Quadrant 8b, section 4!" That is when the Arcadian spoke "You better be right about this." and walked out of the room.

Special Agent Joshua -----------, Green Group, CTU
Over Quadrant 8b, section 4

The Ch-47 flew over the jungle and Josh looked down and saw some movment. Soon the chinook started to hover and they rappelled down. He loaded his Xm8 and walked forward with his team. They approached on target and they saw no enemy contact. When they arrived they breached the base with some loyalist forces and they started dropping terrorist soldiers. They soon started to attack the Prison block freeing lyalist soldiers as they swept for the POW. Then they came across him in a camera room getting ready to be filmed, he just sat there bleeding and they untied him. Now they had to get him out of here.

[Sevevill]

Royal Marines Move to station Bravo.
OOCO operations are preparing incase anything happens and Sevevill Troops have to be evaced.



OOC Factbook with all the OOCO stuff in it = https://www.nationstates.net/nation=sevevill/detail=factbook/id=725195

[Nchiyamengi]

Classified
Location Unknown

The Prisoner was tired and hurt, he looked around in the dark room and saw nothing until the metal door opened. It was an Arcadian pig with the loyalist scum. He Arcadian kicked the prisoner in the face and yelled "Where is the POW!" and kicked once more. That is when the loyalist pulled his right side up and the loyalist brought a cart or torture tools. This was gonna hurt. The Arcadian grabbed a wrench and hit the prisoner in the knee.

That is when the prisoner yelled "Fine I will speak! He is in Quadrant 8b, section 4!" That is when the Arcadian spoke "You better be right about this." and walked out of the room.

Special Agent Joshua -----------, Green Group, CTU
Over Quadrant 8b, section 4

The Ch-47 flew over the jungle and Josh looked down and saw some movment. Soon the chinook started to hover and they rappelled down. He loaded his Xm8 and walked forward with his team. They approached on target and they saw no enemy contact. When they arrived they breached the base with some loyalist forces and they started dropping terrorist soldiers. They soon started to attack the Prison block freeing lyalist soldiers as they swept for the POW. Then they came across him in a camera room getting ready to be filmed, he just sat there bleeding and they untied him. Now they had to get him out of here.

OOC: No. Is that really the best we can do for this, you hit a prisoner in the leg, he gives you the exact fucking location and you sweep in and get him out without a hitch? Calm it down to the non-struck section and I'll work on it from there. What is the point of having a soldier captured if you then just rush into saving him? Calm it down and let us make this methodical and interesting.

Also someone talking after being hit in the knee with a wrench? Is that even torture? It sounds more like what a violent child with some anger issues might do to their sibling. I'll begin the actual torture soon, but the initial outburst works well.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Classified
Location Unknown

The Prisoner was tired and hurt, he looked around in the dark room and saw nothing until the metal door opened. It was an Arcadian pig with the loyalist scum. He Arcadian kicked the prisoner in the face and yelled "Where is the POW!" and kicked once more. That is when the loyalist pulled his right side up and the loyalist brought a cart or torture tools. This was gonna hurt. The Arcadian grabbed a wrench and hit the prisoner in the knee.

That is when the prisoner yelled "Fine I will speak! He is in Quadrant 8b, section 4!" That is when the Arcadian spoke "You better be right about this." and walked out of the room.

Special Agent Joshua -----------, Green Group, CTU
Over Quadrant 8b, section 4

The Ch-47 flew over the jungle and Josh looked down and saw some movment. Soon the chinook started to hover and they rappelled down. He loaded his Xm8 and walked forward with his team. They approached on target and they saw no enemy contact. When they arrived they breached the base with some loyalist forces and they started dropping terrorist soldiers. They soon started to attack the Prison block freeing lyalist soldiers as they swept for the POW. Then they came across him in a camera room getting ready to be filmed, he just sat there bleeding and they untied him. Now they had to get him out of here.

OOC: No. Is that really the best we can do for this, you hit a prisoner in the leg, he gives you the exact fucking location and you sweep in and get him out without a hitch? Calm it down to the non-struck section and I'll work on it from there. What is the point of having a soldier captured if you then just rush into saving him? Calm it down and let us make this methodical and interesting.

Also someone talking after being hit in the knee with a wrench? Is that even torture? It sounds more like what a violent child with some anger issues might do to their sibling. I'll begin the actual torture soon, but the initial outburst works well.

OOC: If i wrote the full torture stuff it wouldve probably got the mods involved , like i would rip out many teeth, smash a wrench on his groin, Water boarding and lots of it, coupled with jumper cables. Then you would have us cutting him up and making him think he is bleeding out, along with a gunshot to the foot, while we keep in in his own shit, as we threaten and possibly slash and eye and many more things. So then i could get very descriptive and yeah. I can add that stuff if you want me too. Also dont even get me on the hallucinogens we would put him on.

[Sevevill]

OOC: No. Is that really the best we can do for this, you hit a prisoner in the leg, he gives you the exact fucking location and you sweep in and get him out without a hitch? Calm it down to the non-struck section and I'll work on it from there. What is the point of having a soldier captured if you then just rush into saving him? Calm it down and let us make this methodical and interesting.

Also someone talking after being hit in the knee with a wrench? Is that even torture? It sounds more like what a violent child with some anger issues might do to their sibling. I'll begin the actual torture soon, but the initial outburst works well.

OOC: If i wrote the full torture stuff it wouldve probably got the mods involved , like i would rip out many teeth, smash a wrench on his groin, Water boarding and lots of it, coupled with jumper cables. Then you would have us cutting him up and making him think he is bleeding out, along with a gunshot to the foot, while we keep in in his own shit, as we threaten and possibly slash and eye and many more things. So then i could get very descriptive and yeah. I can add that stuff if you want me too. Also dont even get me on the hallucinogens we would put him on.

OOC: The GRA already had mod problems.

[Nchiyamengi]

OOC: No. Is that really the best we can do for this, you hit a prisoner in the leg, he gives you the exact fucking location and you sweep in and get him out without a hitch? Calm it down to the non-struck section and I'll work on it from there. What is the point of having a soldier captured if you then just rush into saving him? Calm it down and let us make this methodical and interesting.

Also someone talking after being hit in the knee with a wrench? Is that even torture? It sounds more like what a violent child with some anger issues might do to their sibling. I'll begin the actual torture soon, but the initial outburst works well.

OOC: If i wrote the full torture stuff it wouldve probably got the mods involved , like i would rip out many teeth, smash a wrench on his groin, Water boarding and lots of it, coupled with jumper cables. Then you would have us cutting him up and making him think he is bleeding out, along with a gunshot to the foot, while we keep in in his own shit, as we threaten and possibly slash and eye and many more things. So then i could get very descriptive and yeah. I can add that stuff if you want me too. Also dont even get me on the hallucinogens we would put him on.

OOC: I'll take on this one then. I can probably do it in a way that balances the two.

IC: After the Arcadian had hit the prisoner in the knee with the wrench a man entered the room and said "wait for us why don't you, wouldn't take away all our fun". The man was a stout Busetsu man with a savage scar across his entire face, that had taken part of his nose, where he had partly caught the full on blow of a machete swung at him decades ago. Agent Black was unusual amongst the Ministry of National Security agents for being a Busetsu rather than a Njengi. The story of how he had ended up on the side of the dominantly Njengi Kampiya regime was of course classified, but everyone had their own theories.

Agent Black and two of his associates walked forward slowly. The associates kicked up the man and tied him to a steel chair, tying his hands behind and to it and each of his legs to a chair leg.

Agent black drew up a seat and sat on it facing the prisoner, leaning on the back of the chair which had been faced backwards. "Welcome to the basement" he said very calmly, "I have some questions for you".

"Let us start with the basics" he said to the Busetsu man, "what is your name?"

The man said nothing and looked down. Agent black nodded to one of his associates and the man punched the prisoner hard in the face while wearing a steel knuckleduster. The prisoner spat out some blood and teeth and looked down.

"It is not that hard" said Agent Black quietly, "all I want is your name, so what is you name?"

Still the prisoner said nothing. This time the other associate kicked him hard in the balls, causing the man to whimper in pain.

"Let me be clear" said Agent Black coldly, "I will be getting your name. What is going to happen next is we are going to get a bucket of boiling water in here. Your one leg may be broken, but the other one will still feel pain when we put it in there. If it stays in long enough all the skin tends to just ... peel off. Is that really worth you not just telling me your name?"

"My name is Utukufu" said the man swiftly and quietly. "Again" said Agent Black, "I can't quite hear you". "My name is Utukufu" said the man, raising his head this time and glaring defiantly at Agent Black. "Good" said Agent Black, making a note of it in a little notebook.

"So tell me Utukufu, where are you from?" "Your mom's house" came the reply. One of the associates pulled the chair backwards and Utukufu fell hard on the floor and gave out a cry of pain. Agent black got up and stood over him. "Come now Utukufu, we were making such good progress. Now unless you want to taste my piss you will tell me, where are you from?". "I was from the slums of Mjiwadhahabu before they were destroyed, I ran away and joined the insurgents rather than stay in an IDP camp".

"Good" said Agent Black, making a note, "and how old are you?" "17" came the response. "Almost old enough to be called up for national service" said Agent Black, noting it in his book, "but your damaged leg might limit that".

"Now" he said coldly and calmly, "tell me about the attack and about where the POW is". "I will not betray my comrades" spat Utukufu. "Very well" said Agent Black, "Bring the hot water". A bucket of boiling water was brought in and Utukufu's chair was stood up so that his leg, the one not hit by the wrench, was submerged in it. The young man screamed. "Such sweet music" said Agent Black, "I never tire of it. Now tell me Utukufu, where is the POW?" "FUCK YOU!" swore back Utukufu, and got punch to the midriff.

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" asked Agent Black calmly. "Well if you won't comply for your own sake, perhaps you will for someone else, bring in the boy". A young boy of about 8 was brought in, a child soldier captured during the raid. His mouth was bleeding and his one eye was swollen. He had clearly just been beaten. He was still kicking and fighting as too large fully grown men held him. "This one told us his name was Zawadi after we threatened one of the other boys, he seems to be one of the stronger ones, and it seems he has a closer affinity to you, almost as if he were a little brother to you" said Agent Black, walking over slowly.

"Now Utukufu, tell us where the POW is?" "Don't tell them anything Kufz!" shouted out the boy, and was thrown to the ground and kicked violently. Agent Black turned to Utukufu, but the man just shouted out "you heard him" over the pain of his leg still boiling.

"Oh goody" said Agent Black, "bring the electricity cables".

For a good ten minutes the room was filled with sparks and screams, yet Utukufu still would not break. Suddenly the door opened again, and a tall old Njengi man in a doctors uniform stop there, his hair was snow white and an eyepatch covered one eye. "What is the meaning of this?!?" he bellowed, "these prisoners are under my care". "Nonsense White" said Agent Black walking over to him and poking him in the chest, "top brass gave me full disclosure". "You've forgotten to file that paperwork Black" said Agent White, "until then they are mine".

Agent Black spat in his face, Agent White calmly wiped it off with a handkerchief. "They are mine" he said again, calmly. "Fine" bellowed Agent Black, "they are yours for an hour, but I'm filing this and taking them back after that, and then I'm using the acid, they don't need to see to tell me where the POW is, but you would know all about acid and seeing now wouldn't you White?". He laughed cruelly and stormed out of the room with his associates.

"Get that man's leg out of that water and get him into a wheelchair, and get that boy to the emergency room ordered Agent White, and orderlies dressed in doctors uniforms moved in and did so. Outside Agent Black said to the Arcadian "come, now we get to go watch the real show". Utukufu was wheeled through to Agent White's office, a small room with bookshelves, an oak desk, pictures on the wall and a carpet, a small window let in lift from up the wall, but the grass outside showed that the room was almost completely below ground.

A large mirror on one wall was in fact a two way mirror, and Agent Black, the Arcadian and another watched through it as Agent White wheeled the Utukufu in. "They tell me your name is Utukufu" said Agent White, "I have a son by that name, tell me Utukufu would you like some water". Utukufu nodded and was handed a plastic bottle of water that he began to drink thirstily. "Let me have a look at that leg" he said gently, the leg was red and raw, boiled and swollen. Agent White looked at it with pity. "There is little I can do for this" he said sadly, "especially once Agent Black gets you back, I'm afraid there is even less I can do for your young friend. The only hope for him is that Agent Black gets too over-enthusiastic again and kills him quick enough so that he does not suffer too much". Agent White sat down heavily. "I hate this job" he told Utukufu, "but I'm the only thing in the way of that lunatic".

"There is one other hope though" he said, leaning forward "tell me where the POW is and I will be able to get top brass to delay this long enough to confirm this".

Utukufu said nothing. "Please Utukufu, I need something or Black will just go in violently again, and what you tell me proves false he will be even more violent. If you comply I can get you and Zawadi and all the rest of your friends to a hospital, and out of the clutches of Agent Black, I can make sure you are cleared and can ensure a house for you and your family. Cooperation will be rewarded, I promise you".

"I will not sell out my comrades" said Utikufu. "Utukufu" said Agent White, "one of your comrades is very near dead, another is very near broken. Agent Black will keep on puching and eventually he will break one, if not you, he may just kill several in the process. If he is the one to get the information he will be in charge of the mission to get back the POW, and if that is the case it will be even worse for those there. If you tell me I will be in charge of that mission. I will do everything I can to ensure they are not hurt, I'll even try let some of them get away, all I want is the POW. Please Utukufu, this is going to happen either way anyway, just this way less innocent people get hurt".

"I don't know where he is" said Utukufu, breaking down and crying "they never told me".

"Anything then" said Agent White, "any place names they mentioned, anything that might delay Black from hurting your friends again".

Utukufu thought a moment and then said, "one of the leaders, a veteran from the last war, he mention a valley in Mlimayamaisha province, in the shadow of the Mlimayamaisha volcano itself. It had a great waterfall with a cave behind it. He told us about how he and other rebels had hidden there during the war for independence, back when he was just a boy. They could be there".

"Do you know the name of the waterfall?" asked Agent White. "I think they called it Macho Akilia, I don't know but I think so" said Utukufu.

"Please" said Utukufu, fully breaking down for the first time, "make them stop torturing Zawadi, he is like a little brother to me, I promised him I would protect him".

"It is going to be ok Utukufu" said the old Agent White, hugging the man, "you did well, it is all going to be ok. We will put you all in the hospital ward for now. If we find the POWs I will fight to get you all released".

Behind the two way mirror Agent Black turned to the Arcadian. "We have our target" he said, "let us go get your POW back".

OOC: Now go for it. It will be difficult to land in the valley, but you can always drop them off by ropes a way away (so as to not alert them to your presence until it is too late) and have them trek there, take out or capture the fighters (including the child soldiers) and get your POW back to the helicopter. There are no buildings there, just a cave with sleeping mats and about 40 insurgent fighters, including around 15 child soldiers. Some Nchiyamengian special forces and Agent Brown (the jungle warfare expert) will go with you. In your discription of getting back the POW you can kill a max of say 7 special forces and as many of the 40 or so insurgents as you want.

They will have some sentries on the lookout, so it won't be a complete cake walk, but if you attack at night most will be asleep and so you will have the element of surprise. At least Nchiyamengian 1 special forces soldier will die in this attack.

[Nchiyamengi]

Saturday the 19th of November 2016:

Rebel media has shown images of loyalist forces and armoured vehicles moving into an abandoned important square in the rebel held city of Puertoplátano, only to be blown up with a massive amount of explosives placed strategically around the square and hidden under junk. Initial estimates hold that the booby trapped square has killed around 200 soldiers and destroyed at least 7 armoured vehicles.

The battle of Puertoplátano continues, with loyalist forces slowly retaking the city, and with the marines who established a beach head having been able to now seize the entire beach, taking massive fire and heavy losses in the process. The military remains tight lipped on casualities, but it is estimated that anywhere between 400 and 600 Marines (by more independent sources) have been killed over the course of the fighting so far, with propaganda prone rebel media putting the number as high as 2 000.

More independent sources estimate the number of loyalist dead at somewhere between 1 500 and 2 200 by now, with an unknown number injured or captured. Propaganda prone rebel media claim that around 10 000 loyalist forces have been wiped out or captured so far.

[Nchiyamengi]

OOC: I'll work on this now.

IC: The leader of the attack, Mwiba, dressed in her black leather jacket and a black balaclava that covered her face but had eye and mouth holes cut out, quietly said to he second in command "hold here, and if the shooting starts give us covering fire, try not hit us". "Understood" said the second in command in a quite voice, a tall young Busetsu man in his mid 20s, "be careful" he added, and the two kissed briefly, apparently lovers.

Mwiba was armed with a knife, pliers to cut the fence and a handgun, the gun a last resort if things got loud. She and 5 other fighters would accompany the fighters, and would help speed up the quiet killing of the guards, given that they reported in about once every 30 minutes in a round, and people would start suspecting something if they did not report in. Voices could be mimicked, but the lack of guards seen walking in the camera surveilled areas would spark suspicion very quickly, this would have to be quick. Their main hope was that complacent guards in the main surveillance building in the heavily guarded barracks some way away would be slow to respond. The attack was being set at the same time as a major soccer game between the Nchiyamengian national team, the Torch Bearers, and the Ghanian national team, the Black Stars. Hopefully this would distract the guards.

The Xama! fighter in the groups midst, a young man from the traditional group who had been a poacher before came with the attack group. Armed with a knife and his bow and quiver of arrows he would serve as the quieter ranged attacker if he was needed, but otherwise would stick to knifing guards.

OOC: I've got to go do some stuff now, I'll carry this on later.

OOC: I'll post my bit and then I can wait, now I at least you are busy.

IC:
1st Special Forces Squad, UP Supply Base, Nchiyamengi
Corporal Farad Ibori

The word was given, the squad began their advance around a lesser guarded side of the building. Followed closely behind by the fighters, they made it to the gate. Mwiba passed the pliers up to Ibori and he silently cut the gate in a almost perfect semi-circle, and the two squad members behind him silently removed the cut out portion of the fence. They then sneaked through the hole and crawled though the grass to the wall of the building.

The squad members stood up against the wall and they began to sidle across it in two groups. The Special Forces going one way, and the PSP fighters going the other. They got to a corner and Ibori peaked around. A guard was walking towards them, when the guard turned the corner, Ibori grabbed him one hand on the mouth, and one hand holding the knife, which was now in the guards throat, cutting his windpipe making him unable to call for help. They then lay him on the ground and continue to sidle along the walls, killing any guards they meet in a similar way. At least, until they are noticed.

One guard almost threw a spanner in the works for the plan, noticing the PSP fighters as he turing a corner and they were still a way away. As the soldier began to raise his gun and opened his mouth to shout, Xipa, the Xama! poacher, whose bow had been strung with an arrow and had been ready for this potentially happened dropped the guard with an arrow to the throat.

Soon all the guards, about 12 or so, lay dead and hidden, having met up the forces quietly arrived at the door. One of the Rainbow Warriors, an engineer major who had dropped out of the Universidad de Puertazul and joined the fighters when the armed group had been formed, disabled the alarms. They cut open the doors and entered the warehouse, which was packed with weapons, ammunition and explosives. Swiftly the forces set about placing new explosives by the explosives here, able to blow the entire place sky high. After that they would seize some weapons and ammunition, flee and blow it up.

About a ten minutes drive away, in the military base, the watchman supposed to be watching the cameras watching the facility turned back to look at them again. It was half time and the Nchiyamengian Torch Bearers were down 1 goal against the Ghanian Black stars 2-1. The watchman noticed that there seemed to be a marked absence of guards. Frowning he radioed in, asking them to respond and step forward into the cameras, and asking for their special passwords. No response. Panicking he called the military base and ordered them ti check it out. Rallied from their beds a group of about 50 soldiers went rolling off the try see what was going on. With getting them ready and the drive there, it would take about 15 minutes for them to get there.

The Rainbow Warriors on the lookout would be able to see them and delay them with covering fire, but that would only last so long. The forces in the storehouses would need to move faster than even now.

Mwiba got the message on her cellphone, which she had turned off during the move in but had turned on when they were in the base, the lookouts had spotted the convoy coming. She and the others seized up some last supplies and began to move. Each sone ready to fight, and kill themselves rather than be captured, if they had to.

As they fled back to the hole in the fence the convoy arrived, but immediately came under fire from the other Rainbow Warriors up in the cover of the trees. Under the fire and with a new target most missed the stream of people fleeing from the building, but one sniper spotted them and dropped one of the rainbow warriors with a well placed bullet to the man's chest, killing him instantly. Fire from the trees distracted his fire mostly again.

The moment they were just out of range of the force of the blast Mwiba shouted "cover your ears!" and set off the electronic detonator the engineering student had made. The explosives went off. The warehouse burst into orange flames as the explosives set off a chain reaction with the explosives already inside. The blast was deafening and the light of it temporarily blinding, enough to shock the forces into a moment of complacency long enough for most of the Rainbow Warriors to get to the treeline, but before they could get there another one took three bullets to the leg. Falling he shouted "leave me", drew his handgun and blew out his own brains rather than slow down the group or get caught.

The rest continued to flee, back to the cars a fairly way away that would try get them as far away as they could before they would scatter and regroup at another safe house, hoping no more would die in the process.

[Nchiyamengi]

OOC: I'll try post tomorrow but I am also going to be very busy finishing up some work, so be patient in terms of responses.

[Union of Kyrat]

The Kyratian Volunteers had activity around Kusinimwapwani province, they are thinking to lure Butestu insurgents in to a trap, the Kyratians found an Isolated Njengi farm and requested it's owners to let them set up an ambush to Butestu insurgents, they have set up traps, they are in position, and the Njengi farmers were continuing their normal agenda, they waited for the Butestu Insurgents to try and raid the farm for food.

[The Realist Polities]

FROM: USRP State Council
TO: Nchiyamengi gov
Encr.: open

The USRP government hereby expresses its solidarity with the Nchiyamengi authorities and offers its financial and military resources in their fight against foreign sponsored subversion. The Realist Armada has already been deployed off Nchiyamengi waters and is ready to intervene against external actors should those persist in their violation of Nchiyamengi sovereignty.

The Realist intervention is dedicated exclusively to safeguarding Nchiyamengi's sovereign rights.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

Agent Joshua -------, Green Group, CTU

They had just dropping into the jungles with loyalist forces and he packing his chute back in. He loaded is XM8 and moved to the RP(Rally Point). Once they all got there they entered the cave guns all was quiet. They had slit the throats of some of the sentries , and have moved it. They walked pass sleeping soldiers and they never woke. They killed those who were still awake and soon made it to the prison block. They checked it and it was empty and that is when the one of the GRA CTU special agents pulled out a tracker for near by FF chips and nothing. He wasnt here.

[Nchiyamengi]

Agent Joshua -------, Green Group, CTU

They had just dropping into the jungles with loyalist forces and he packing his chute back in. He loaded is XM8 and moved to the RP(Rally Point). Once they all got there they entered the cave guns all was quiet. They had slit the throats of some of the sentries , and have moved it. They walked pass sleeping soldiers and they never woke. They killed those who were still awake and soon made it to the prison block. They checked it and it was empty and that is when the one of the GRA CTU special agents pulled out a tracker for near by FF chips and nothing. He wasnt here.

OOC: Ok if you would like this to go on for longer then that is fine, they will then have moved him further up and some of these fighters may know where he is.

As noted before though, there is no cell block, it is a cave not a base, at most a prisoner would have been chained to a pole.

We are going to have at least one Nchiyamengian special forces soldier die though, I'll initiate that now.

IC: One of the child soldiers stirred, seemingly just from a bad nightmare. He was sitting far enough away from the fighters no one would be able to get to him on time. He screamed and reached for his gun, dropped by a bullet through the head from a special forces soldier. Groggily the other fighters awoke, slow to reach their own weapons.

"Freeze or die!" roared the special forces commander. Some of the fighters complied, others kept on reaching and began to be shot dead. One child soldier was too quick however, and got off several rounds through the torso of one special forces fighter, before being dropped as well.

The special forces would need to interrogate these fighters as well, they were part of the force that had taken the POW, but an even smaller group must have splintered off and gone deeper into the jungle or further up the mountain.

They may even be close enough to have been alerted by the battle going on here.