Civil War in Nchiyamengi

[Nchiyamengi]

Sgt. Alexandra Mctavish, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba:

When Alex had imagined her first trip to Africa, she had not entertained all that many notions that it would be a vacation. She hadn’t pictured herself climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro or going on a safari in Kenya, and when she had thought about visiting the continent she had always assumed it would be for peacekeeping in Rwanda or military exercises in South Africa.

Still, she had never expected it to quite so unpleasant as including the need to bushwhack through remote jungle while hauling her wounded Captain like a sack of potatoes.

At length the group stopped to catch their breath and try to recover their wits. Alex looked at the other four soldiers with them, Nchiyamengian special forces that had also managed to fight their way out of the fray and flee into the trees. Thinking about it made Alex sad, since she was sure more than just them had escaped the initial battle. More than likely the more wounded had bled out and died alone in the brush.

“Put me down here, Alex.” Captain Balladur said, “I need to rest as much as you do.”

Alex complied, and was relieved to find that Marc was not as badly hurt as she had feared. He had been shot, of course, but then they all had been. The luck was that though he was pale and looked in pain, his injuries were mostly from blood loss caused by a handful of flesh wounds. With a little luck he would be okay . . . if they made it out of the jungle alive.

Marc laid his back against a rock and tried weakly to unbuckle his canteen. Alex helped him, and he took a long drink of water. “So,” he said “What now?”

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba:

The three of them lay in the dirt for what seemed like an eternity until the GI fighters left. Then they lay there some more. Thanks to Pixistick he was no longer likely to bleed out in a ditch, but the situation was still grave. They couldn’t make contact with the headquarters and didn’t dare move into the open yet for any reason.

It was getting close to decision time, though. Soon they would have to take the risk that there were still GI fighters watching for survivors, or else run the even greater risk of being stuck out here overnight if nobody was looking for them.

"Well, maybe we should give it a go. I could crawl to that truck, maybe make contact with someone. If there's any more enemies they might just approach me like an easy kill, and you can take them out . . ." It seemed proper that he should offer to go, but Jacques hoped they didn't hold him too it. He would prefer someone who was not full of more holes than a slice of Swiss cheese to do the hard work.

But fortunately Jacques was spared from the suspense of an answer when, with a roar that rent the sky apart, a loyalist plane swooped overhead.

Lt. Nabila al-Rashid, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba:

Nabila came to with a jolt, her face stinging like it was being fried. For a brief, not fully awake moment she thought she was being burned alive, and made as if to scream. She tried to, as well, and would have if not for the gag in her mouth.

Then the moment ended, and Nabila remembered where she was. She looked to see a GI fighter examining her dog tags. He spoke regarding them before pulling the rag out of her mouth and asking his question.

"tell me, Nabila al-Rashid, why are you here in Nchiyamengi?"

Nabila looked up, considering the man’s question. She knew she would need to choose what she was going to say carefully if she intended to live. She did not know how many Green Union prisoners were here, but if she was not the only one, and even if she was the only one, becoming too much of a nuisance could prove fatal.

“That’s total BS, Nab.” she told herself, “When’s the last time you weighed your words?”

Lt. al-Rashid coughed once, trying to get the taste of gas out of her mouth. “Well, actually I’m here to find you folks. Looks like I’m doing a pretty good job, eh?” Nabila moved around in her spot, trying to get a feel of her bonds, “What about you, soldier? What’s your name? Why are you here?”

She then looked over at the Atlas soldier tied at her side, pretending to notice him for the first time and acting unconcerned about it.

"Oh. Hey, Mark! You're here, too?"

OOC: Part of me is guilty, and part grateful that I don’t know the proper method of limiting the effects of tear gas. If you’re of the type of people that will protest a cause knowing you’ll have to deal with the stuff and worse, I have all the more respect for you.

Oh, and I almost forgot that I have one important question to ask you: What is Nchiyamengi's political relationship with South Africa? Thanks.

Lt Dunkin "Pixistick" Fowler. In The bush
He looked at the man like he was drunk and high.
"You legit have three holes in you... We have more stamina left in us. Sandman will go. Whats the signal so he dosent get his dick shot off by our guys? I was asleep during the brief." He looked back at sandman who looked like he had been cock blocked by a dog. Before starting to say something and just deciding it would be better to stay quiet.

1st Lt Mark Dainal. Tied to the tree.
He kept looking at the man who seemed to have never seen a shiny dog tag before.
"Are you a fucking idiot? I've seen seagulls less interested in a burger on the ground. There is probably a Royal Guard team coming here right now!"

Nchiyamengian forces moved in and secured the ambush site about an hour after the attack. They came wary of another potential attack, but with emergency medics looking for any injured soldiers in need of aid. They began to carefully search the bush around the area, searching for any of their survivors.

In the clearing:

The man looked down at mark and smiled broadly. "My dear friend Mark" he said calmly, "there is no one coming to save you. You are in the jungles now, and the jungles keep what they take. You belong to the GI now, your blood, your mind, your information".

He looked at a picture half hanging out of Mark's uniform. A picture of his girlfriend that she had sent Mark a few weeks after he had deployed.

Gently pulling it gently from the uniform the commander looked at it with interest. "A pretty young woman" he said gently, turning it over in his hand "a friend of yours? Or something more? Do you think she will miss you? What is her name?'

[Nchiyamengi]

- snip -

OOC: If you do choose to go ahead with this then consider it as a given that Xipa takes out the commader with a well placed arrow, and that the less accurate Kisu severely injures the boy with a burst of bullets from his AK47, enough to take the boy out of the fight and leave him incapacitated and dying. The boy is standing far enough away that even the less than perfectly accurate Kisu can take him down without injuring the civilians.

Road to the Drop Off Zone, Cirrus Warriors
Corporal Ibori

They had decided to do it. Ibori and the squad sneak up to effective firing range and Ibori raises his hand, and swings it forward. Everyone fires, the commander is killed, the boy is fatally wounded, the other terrorists are killed, save one who was hit in the shoulder. The squad began advancing and Ibori pulled out his pistol and fired at the terrorist shot in the shoulder, hoping he would hit him before he could run away or hurt any of the family members.

The terrorist had proven too slow and too shocked to respond, and the bullet killed him clearly. Xipa moved forward and slit the throat of the dying boy, who lay moaning and bleeding out on the dirt road, his red blood sinking into the soil.

Looking up at the family the group he had just saved he said "go back the way you came, never speak of this ever again. This never happened. If it seems like you will fall into terrorist or National Security hands do yourself a favour and kill yourself rather than suffer at their tortures. All of you. They will not hesitate to rip your children in half before your eyes. Better death than that. Now go!"

The family seems frozen in shock, terrified and confused. Xipa and Kisu start loading up with the ammunition, food and water of the dead men. Looking at them again, Xipa says "go!" forcefully, and the family begins to move off, murmuring shocked and terrified thanks as they begin to move back to their car, to the Cirrus Warriors, Xipa and Kisu. The husband was bleeding slightly from a blow to the head, and the clothes of him and his wife were somewhat torn and dirtied.

[The Green Union]

The Green Union's government has today expressed it's condolences to the people of Cuba and the family of Fidel Castro following the death of the revolutionary leader. Though noting that not every nation agreed with his ideas, the government has recognizes his devotion to the people of Cuba and stated that any who consider him a tyrant take a closer look at the Cuban public's opinion of their leader.

On the local level there are mass vigils being held for Fidel Castro in almost every locality. There has been a report, however, of one celebration in a Himmelsdorf suburb. The celebration was reportedly marred by protestors who hurled stones and forced a police intervention and riot police guard. The celebration dispersed peacefully about an hour later.

[Nchiyamengi]

Sunday the 27th of November 2016:

There has been a major GI terrorist attack on a Cathedral in the capital of Puertazul. This time terrorists posed as refugees from inland, either concealing handguns or carrying AK47s openly pretending to be Christians defending against a potential attack.

Midway through the service the terrorists sprung, killing the Bishop and many of the loyalist militia and off duty soldiers and police present. The militia, soldiers and police returned fire. Many civilians were caught in the crossfire. Explosives were smuggled in by wrapping them in bandages around legs disguised as wounds.

The battle ended when the explosives were detonated after soldiers, police and militia reinforcements swept in to overwelm the terrorists.

Numbers are still coming in, but at least 64 loyalist troops, 55 terrorists and 89 civilians have been confirmed dead.

This marks the weekly attacks by the GI terrorists on a church every Sunday.

[The Green Union]

Ministry of Foreign Affairs - Open Telegram
To: The Green Union Royal Family

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(Image)

Greetings Honored Royal Family,

Our delegation of three would like to request transport to your conference. You may make use of a private runway in the Skyline International Airport. We hope our presence as an ally will be appreciated and help foster a plan for peace in Nchiyamengi.

Sincerly,
-- Maria Nicholson, Minister of Foreign Affairs

The Calen Royal Family, with only minor internal grumbling, has agreed to provide transportation for the Albatanian delegation for the whole two hour trip between Skyline International Airport and the Calen Royal Family's private airstrip in Northern Duckland.

The Royal Family has declared that the conference will commence on November 30.

[The Green Union]

IC: The clearing:

The man looked down at Nabila and smiled at her response. He drew out a cigarette and lit it, slowly breathing out the smoke.

"Well" he said calmly "you certainly have found us now. Incidentally, welcome to Nchiyamengi, I'm sure you've heard that greeting before by now, so many times it starts to become sickening. But allow me to assure you, I am truly happy to see you here."

Expelling a puff of smoke he said. "my name is unimportant, my service to Allah all that matters, but you may call me the Courier if you wish."

Taking another long pull on the cigarette he said "so tell me Nabila, may I call you Nabila? Tell me Nabila, once it was that you found us, what was the plan from there? Should I expect a hug and a kiss anytime soon? Or where you just here to deliver us some moral support? Please do tell me, I'm just dying to know".

Nchiyamengian forces moved in and secured the ambush site about an hour after the attack. They came wary of another potential attack, but with emergency medics looking for any injured soldiers in need of aid. They began to carefully search the bush around the area, searching for any of their survivors.

Lt. Nabila al-Rashid, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba, the Clearing:

Does being welcomed to a country ever become sickening? Well, maybe it does when the man saying it to you may very well have just killed all your friends and would do the same to you if you weren't worth money and leverage to him.

Yes, that's when it gets sickening.

Nabila looked up at Courier . . . would she call him courier? Well, at the moment it would probably be wise to think of him in the name he gave himself. Nabila looked up at him, trying her best to maintain a carefree seeming expression. To play along would be best, especially seeing as how she had initiated the game. But by this point Nabila was now starting to think that sleeping through the hostage classes back at the academy had been a bad idea, though maybe the real bad idea had been the officer in charge passing her anyway.

"Well, Courier," Nabila chose to question, "what would you do if you and some of your friends found me alone in the big scary jungle?"

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba, the Road:

Jacques and the others struggled out of the bushes once the government reinforcements arrived, glad at the arrival of help and medical aid. But struggling out of the ditches revealed an entirely new horror. Dozens of special forces and GI dead filled the street, some still cooking from the heat of the dying fires. And, right in the middle of it all, the char broiled remains of nine corpses in Green Union Special forces camouflage were being laid out in a row for inspection. With a sickening stomach, Jacques realized that this was nine out of the fourteen 'hunter' soldiers that had been sent to locate GI forces accounted for.

For a nation whose military had not lost a soldier to combat since its inception, this meant that here before Jacques was the result of not only the first combat deaths in the new LAF, but the biggest massacre of Green Union troops in over a decade.

[Sevevill]

Pixistick. On the road
He followd the Cpl out of the brush. 5 Atlas Soldiers Lay dead in the truck he had started in. The others includeing the 1st Lt had vanished... He looked at the Cpl who was almost crying... Almost. The Sevevill soldiers looked down at there fallen allies from the LAF who just before they had left been laughing in the mess with them. Death was a scary thing. He hoped he wouldn't go west in this war.

1st Lt Mark Dainal. Location Unknown
He sat there and stared at the man. For what he said could possibly be right. Maybe he was nothing to what he stood for. Maybe he had spent his life fighting for the wrong. He had only been here for 27 years. He dident think it would get better. The man had taken his picture. He looked at the man looking at it. Observing it. He hated it.
"Shes my girlfirend. Can you give me my picture back?"

Pvt. Heny Maddison. The Royal Gold1st Royal 1st Royal Gaurd Task Force. Looking for the captured prisoners
He had his combat gear on. He wanted to fuck these GI up. His younger brother had been captured in the convoy. His leg started to twitch as he gripped his M4a1 with increasing intensity. The V22 Osprey waved in the wind. There was a plane from the SVN Joseph Henry with infrared scanning looking across the jungle for a concentration of people by the convoy.

[Nchiyamengi]

IC: The clearing:

The man looked down at Nabila and smiled at her response. He drew out a cigarette and lit it, slowly breathing out the smoke.

"Well" he said calmly "you certainly have found us now. Incidentally, welcome to Nchiyamengi, I'm sure you've heard that greeting before by now, so many times it starts to become sickening. But allow me to assure you, I am truly happy to see you here."

Expelling a puff of smoke he said. "my name is unimportant, my service to Allah all that matters, but you may call me the Courier if you wish."

Taking another long pull on the cigarette he said "so tell me Nabila, may I call you Nabila? Tell me Nabila, once it was that you found us, what was the plan from there? Should I expect a hug and a kiss anytime soon? Or where you just here to deliver us some moral support? Please do tell me, I'm just dying to know".

Nchiyamengian forces moved in and secured the ambush site about an hour after the attack. They came wary of another potential attack, but with emergency medics looking for any injured soldiers in need of aid. They began to carefully search the bush around the area, searching for any of their survivors.

Lt. Nabila al-Rashid, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba, the Clearing:

Does being welcomed to a country ever become sickening? Well, maybe it does when the man saying it to you may very well have just killed all your friends and would do the same to you if you weren't worth money and leverage to him.

Yes, that's when it gets sickening.

Nabila looked up at Courier . . . would she call him courier? Well, at the moment it would probably be wise to think of him in the name he gave himself. Nabila looked up at him, trying her best to maintain a carefree seeming expression. To play along would be best, especially seeing as how she had initiated the game. But by this point Nabila was now starting to think that sleeping through the hostage classes back at the academy had been a bad idea, though maybe the real bad idea had been the officer in charge passing her anyway.

"Well, Courier," Nabila chose to question, "what would you do if you and some of your friends found me alone in the big scary jungle?"

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba, the Road:

Jacques and the others struggled out of the bushes once the government reinforcements arrived, glad at the arrival of help and medical aid. But struggling out of the ditches revealed an entirely new horror. Dozens of special forces and GI dead filled the street, some still cooking from the heat of the dying fires. And, right in the middle of it all, the char broiled remains of nine corpses in Green Union Special forces camouflage were being laid out in a row for inspection. With a sickening stomach, Jacques realized that this was nine out of the fourteen 'hunter' soldiers that had been sent to locate GI forces accounted for.

For a nation whose military had not lost a soldier to combat since its inception, this meant that here before Jacques was the result of not only the first combat deaths in the new LAF, but the biggest massacre of Green Union troops in over a decade.

The clearing:

The Courier exhaled another puff of smoke, he looked a little annoyed. "My dear Nabila, you still seem a little confused about how thing works. You see I am the one who asks the questions", he reached forward and put out the burning end of the cigarette against her skin, leaving a small cigareete burn mark on her skin, "not you".

The Courier smiled then, his eyes sparking, "but perhaps a little game will help you realise that. I am very fond of little games".

Turning to the fighters he shouted "bring two of the drivers up. And you boy" he shouted at the a nine year old child soldier, one from earlier who had wounded a special forces soldier "come here!". The Drivers were untied and dragged forward, still handcuffed and gagged. The nine year old came forward as well.

The Courier checked the dog tags of the two drivers. "Roberto Nzikamada" he said reading that of a smaller Njengi man of about 30, "and Nguvu Matisha" he said , reading the dog tags of a younger and taller Njengi man of about 25. "Lovely" said the Courier, and then drew a long serrated knife. "Now my dear Nabila, you are going to get to choose which of these lovely young men die. I am a gentleman after all, so I will let you choose. Of course if you refuse to choose, I will just have to kill them both. So Nabila, who gets to live and who gets to die?"

The road

Medics quickly set about treating the injured. A clean up squad sets about searching the bodies, checking dog tags to identify them, clearing them up and putting their remains or bits in bodybags to be transported back to Puertazul.

[Nchiyamengi]

Pixistick. On the road
He followd the Cpl out of the brush. 5 Atlas Soldiers Lay dead in the truck he had started in. The others includeing the 1st Lt had vanished... He looked at the Cpl who was almost crying... Almost. The Sevevill soldiers looked down at there fallen allies from the LAF who just before they had left been laughing in the mess with them. Death was a scary thing. He hoped he wouldn't go west in this war.

1st Lt Mark Dainal. Location Unknown
He sat there and stared at the man. For what he said could possibly be right. Maybe he was nothing to what he stood for. Maybe he had spent his life fighting for the wrong. He had only been here for 27 years. He dident think it would get better. The man had taken his picture. He looked at the man looking at it. Observing it. He hated it.
"Shes my girlfirend. Can you give me my picture back?"

Pvt. Heny Maddison. The Royal Gold1st Royal 1st Royal Gaurd Task Force. Looking for the captured prisoners
He had his combat gear on. He wanted to fuck these GI up. His younger brother had been captured in the convoy. His leg started to twitch as he gripped his M4a1 with increasing intensity. The V22 Osprey waved in the wind. There was a plane from the SVN Joseph Henry with infrared scanning looking across the jungle for a concentration of people by the convoy.

The clearing:

"Pretty" said the leader, tracing her ouline on the photo gently. "What is her name?" He did not show any signs of handing back the photo.

The road:

A jeep pulled up along the road. A tall Njengi man in military uniform stepped out and approached the Royal Guard Task Force, "Agent Brown, Ministry of National Security" he said, extending a hand. "I understand you boys are looking for a lost soldier. This jungle is a difficult place to find them again. The foliage is difficult and the GI move faster and more unpredictably than most groups, they know this terrain better than most. Luckily we have some GI fighters in storage over at the Ministry of National Security, prisoners taken in previous raids. Based on the photos of those killed here we will hopefully be able to narrow down who it was that took your soldier, work out whereabouts they may be. We will keep you up to date with anything we find out. My forces and I will be sure to help you get them back".

[Union of Kyrat]

A Message for the Special Forces of the Nchiyamengian Army.
From: The Awaken Ones
Encryption: High
We have recently noticed of your Civil War, we will send 10 of our Special Hunter Units to meet with you and go on with you on operations, expect them coming soon.
Signed Respectfully, The Loyalist Cult of the Kyratian Awaken Ones

[Nchiyamengi]

A Message for the Special Forces of the Nchiyamengian Army.
From: The Awaken Ones
Encryption: High
We have recently noticed of your Civil War, we will send 10 of our Special Hunter Units to meet with you and go on with you on operations, expect them coming soon.
Signed Respectfully, The Loyalist Cult of the Kyratian Awaken Ones

Encryption Level: Maximum Security: PERMANENTLY CLASSIFIED

To The Awaken Ones

We thank you for your offer of aid. Your 10 units shall be allocated to our agents with the Ministry of National Security and our Special Forces, who they will meet up with in the capital city of Puertazul. It is currently our aim to have them seek out bands of Busetsu insurgents and GI terrorist war bands to crack down on these violent groups and try return law and order to the land.

We look forward to working with you both now and in the future.

Signed

Pablo Museni
Ministro de Seguridad Nacional

[Sevevill]

Pixistick. On the road
He followd the Cpl out of the brush. 5 Atlas Soldiers Lay dead in the truck he had started in. The others includeing the 1st Lt had vanished... He looked at the Cpl who was almost crying... Almost. The Sevevill soldiers looked down at there fallen allies from the LAF who just before they had left been laughing in the mess with them. Death was a scary thing. He hoped he wouldn't go west in this war.

1st Lt Mark Dainal. Location Unknown
He sat there and stared at the man. For what he said could possibly be right. Maybe he was nothing to what he stood for. Maybe he had spent his life fighting for the wrong. He had only been here for 27 years. He dident think it would get better. The man had taken his picture. He looked at the man looking at it. Observing it. He hated it.
"Shes my girlfirend. Can you give me my picture back?"

Pvt. Heny Maddison. The Royal Gold1st Royal 1st Royal Gaurd Task Force. Looking for the captured prisoners
He had his combat gear on. He wanted to fuck these GI up. His younger brother had been captured in the convoy. His leg started to twitch as he gripped his M4a1 with increasing intensity. The V22 Osprey waved in the wind. There was a plane from the SVN Joseph Henry with infrared scanning looking across the jungle for a concentration of people by the convoy.

The clearing:

"Pretty" said the leader, tracing her ouline on the photo gently. "What is her name?" He did not show any signs of handing back the photo.

The road:

A jeep pulled up along the road. A tall Njengi man in military uniform stepped out and approached the Royal Guard Task Force, "Agent Brown, Ministry of National Security" he said, extending a hand. "I understand you boys are looking for a lost soldier. This jungle is a difficult place to find them again. The foliage is difficult and the GI move faster and more unpredictably than most groups, they know this terrain better than most. Luckily we have some GI fighters in storage over at the Ministry of National Security, prisoners taken in previous raids. Based on the photos of those killed here we will hopefully be able to narrow down who it was that took your soldier, work out whereabouts they may be. We will keep you up to date with anything we find out. My forces and I will be sure to help you get them back".

1st Lt Mark Dainal. Unknown
He looked up at the man. He opend his mouth to speak but the sound of a Turboprop Engine came overhead. He couldent see it though the trees but it sounded like a SG-5. A Carrier scout plane Sevevill uses. He looked at the other Atlas soldier tied behind the other tree. He was also looking though the trees. The GI had heard it to. The other soldiers looked worried but the man looked unmoved bay the plane.
"Her names Zoie." He said bluntly.

[Nchiyamengi]

The clearing:

"Pretty" said the leader, tracing her ouline on the photo gently. "What is her name?" He did not show any signs of handing back the photo.

The road:

A jeep pulled up along the road. A tall Njengi man in military uniform stepped out and approached the Royal Guard Task Force, "Agent Brown, Ministry of National Security" he said, extending a hand. "I understand you boys are looking for a lost soldier. This jungle is a difficult place to find them again. The foliage is difficult and the GI move faster and more unpredictably than most groups, they know this terrain better than most. Luckily we have some GI fighters in storage over at the Ministry of National Security, prisoners taken in previous raids. Based on the photos of those killed here we will hopefully be able to narrow down who it was that took your soldier, work out whereabouts they may be. We will keep you up to date with anything we find out. My forces and I will be sure to help you get them back".

1st Lt Mark Dainal. Unknown
He looked up at the man. He opend his mouth to speak but the sound of a Turboprop Engine came overhead. He couldent see it though the trees but it sounded like a SG-5. A Carrier scout plane Sevevill uses. He looked at the other Atlas soldier tied behind the other tree. He was also looking though the trees. The GI had heard it to. The other soldiers looked worried but the man looked unmoved bay the plane.
"Her names Zoie." He said bluntly.

OOC: It is too soon for a plane to be flying overhead. Given the radius that would need to be covered added with the Sevellians not having an airforce in the nation (after the bombing incident) that is not happening. A Sevillian plane flown by the Nchiyamengian airforce is fine, but it will take longer for them to fly over, especially as they don't know which direction the GI fighters went.

IC: "A very sweet name" said the commander gently. "Zoie: he said gently as he traced to outline of the woman. He brought the photo forward and smelled it with eyes closed, in seeming enjoyment. He put the photo in a pocket and looked down at Mark. "I''ll hold onto this for now and return it to you a little later my friend. I'll keep sweet Zoie safe though mt friend, don't worry".

Looking down at him the commander then asked "so tell me Mark, how many Sevillian troops are here in Nchiyamengi? Where abouts are they? What kind of equipment do they have? Could you locate them on a map?"

[Nchiyamengi]

8:52pm - Monday the 28th of November 2016:

Tonight is the night before a micromoon, a night when the moon is at an apogee and further away than usual, and a night when it will be a new moon. Tonight the moon is a slight silver sliver in the dark sky. At the rebel held city of Puertoplátano the loyalist forces have launched a renewed offensive after a slight lull in fighting on Sunday, with both sides delaying fighting to treat their injured and take time to pray to God in small services. Loyalist forces continue their push into the city, making a major push on a shopping centre where they have gotten reports that the leader of the PSP, Catalina Dumisende, is holed up and is refusing advice to evacuate until wounded and civilians are evacuated first. Loyalist forces push hard and rapidly push in and set about cutting off a potential retreat, but face tough fighting and take heavy losses, forcing them to commit reserves and reserve tanks.

Reports are coming in from the rear guard of the loyalist army in the mean time, on the outside of the city of Puertoplátano, of a heavy attack being placed on them by rebel forces, including by tanks. Loyalist planes are still being refueled in Puertazul, and the attack is well outside of the range of the navy, but the commander of the loyalist army attacking Puertoplátano, General Daniel Mzarima, has sent some of his reserves, Njengi conscripts from Nyeupepwani province, to fight off tha attack. He has sent them with some RPGs to fight off any rebel controlled tanks if these reports prove to be true.

[Nchiyamengi]

9:22pm - Monday the 28th of November 2016:

A Brigade of Busetsu conscripts from Puertazul who made up part of the rearguard at the attack on Puertoplátano, all about 5 300 of them, have routed and fleeing the battlefield after coming under a massive rebel attack on the rear of the lines, now with confirmation that rebel tanks are amongst the rebel forces attacking. The rest of the rearguard are trying to close in on the attack from the flanks, but are having difficulty doing so due to the radius of the area they were guarding and difficult terrain. The Brigada of Njengi conscript reinforcements from Nyeupepwani province have also reportedly come under very heavy fire from the attack, and the relatively inexperienced troops are taking heavy losses.

Meanwhile within Puertoplátano itself, loyalists have surrounded the shopping centre and are establishing a perimeter, planning on moving in soon to capture Catalina Dumisende, who does not appear to have been able to have escaped. The hope is that by capturing her they will be able to strike a critical blow to the coalition of rebel forces, sending the rebels reeling.

[Albatan]

- snip -

Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Albatopolis
The Honorable Maria Nicholson, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Maria looked over the plans for the conference in the Green Union. She realized how ludicrous it was to have them send a plane. She really didn't care and figured the Royal Family cared even less then she did. She looked over her papers and set them aside in a bundle that she placed in a suitcase. She then finished her fourth cup of coffee that morning. The suitcase was taken to the officer of Vince Durand, the Attaché who was to be sent on the trip.

- snip -

Road to the Drop Zone, The Cirrus Warriors
Corporal Ibori

He continued walking through the forest, thinking back to the incident with the family. Suicide. The word hammered through his skull like a ricocheting bullet. Never had he been to a place where it was almost common place to fear situations worse then death. Nothing had compared to the tripping man, but, a family, children, CHILDREN! He lived in Albatan, a good country where his greatest fear was fear itself, not torture, not death, not large groups of armed psychopaths hunting down and killing and torturing t the point where suicide was the better option. Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.

They got to a think part with lots of entangling roots. One of the squad members tripped over one of the root. Flash, Trip, Bang, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide. Ibori winced, he stopped short to catch his breath. The squad member stood up laughing, Ibori flashed him a look of scorn, the quad member stood quietly staring back. After a few seconds they continued walking.

[Nchiyamengi]

11:18pm - Monday the 28th of November 2016:

The Brigada of Njengi conscripts from Nyeupepwani province has long since been broken and routed. Most are fleeing southwards away from both the forces and the city of Puertoplátano itself. The entire División that made up the rear guard, mostly Busetsu conscripts from Puertazul, have either fled or switched sides, joining the rebels. All 21 250 or so have either been driven from the field or switched sides. The rebels have subsiquently attacked the loyalist encampments, and word is that the commanding officer, General Daniel Mzarima, has fled south with another Brigada of Njengi conscripts from Nyeupepwani province and his personal staff to regroup south of the city of Puertoplátano, leaving one Brigada of Njengi conscripts from Nyeupepwani province to hold the encampment and serve as a rearguard. Reports are they have now also broken.

The rebels are now pushing in on the city of Puertoplátano, catching the loyalists between the rebels in the city and those coming in.

The loyalist airforce has arrived, and is causing damage to the rebels, but in the confusion, darkness and smoke they have limited visibility, particularly with routing loyalist forces fleeing the city ending up looking like rebel troop movements, causing pilots to hold fire until they can confirm who is who. Rebels entering the city are also more difficult to hit, as they are now inter-meshed with loyalist positions, and fighting is close quarters and fierce.

Meanwhile loyalist forces have seized the shopping center and killed those soldiers inside, mostly old men, only to find that the information has been faulty and that Catalina Dumisende is not inside, nor are any civilians or injured who have already been evacuated, possibly a while ago during the lull in fighting yesterday.

The battle of Puertoplátano has now escalated massively.

[Nchiyamengi]

00:07am - Tuesday the 29th of November 2016:

Rebel media is showing images of massive parts of the rebel held city of Puertoplátano on fire. The loyalist airforce and navy is trying to hold back and delay rebel forces, and provide cover for their own forces, but in the confusion a number of loyalist forces have ended up surrounded by rebel fighters on all sides. A number of Busetsu conscripts have reportedly changed sides and are now fighting alongside the rebels, while a number of other Busetsu conscripts and Njengi conscripts have simply routed and are fleeing south, towards the cpast where the navy is helping evacuate troops, or in the direction of the loyalist held town of Mpolebonde.

More experienced soldiers, particularly Njengi special forces and Njengi militia, are still holding the line however, and the battle looks set to go on at least until daybreak.

[Nchiyamengi]

3:16am - Tuesday the 29th of November 2016:

Large numbers of Busetsu conscripts have switched sides, tired of weeks of fighting and given the opportunity to fight alongside Busetsu rebels once it became clear their Njengi officers and Njengi special forces were outmatched. Meanwhile nearly all the Njengi conscripts from Nyeupepwani province have broken and are fleeing, although many are making for the loyalist held town of Mpolebonde.

It seems General Daniel Mzarima has ordered a full retreat, as he himself is fleeing in the direction of Mpolebonde, along with his staff and a number of more experienced Njengi units able to escape the city. The loyalists are mostly beating a retreat from Puertoplátano. At the coast and harbour loyalist marines are fleeing back to the navy out at sea on smaller boats. along with other loyalist forces.

The loyalist airforce has also withdrawn, 7 planes shot down in the chaos by rebels and the rest running low on fuel.

The rebels continue to push on some encircled pockets of Njengi special forces and militia caught in the city in the ensuing chaos. The troops also appear to be pressing their advantage however and are chasing the fleeing loyalist forces towards Mpolebonde. It appears a battle may begin here possibly before the sun comes up.

The balance of power appears to be shifting.

[Albatan]

Drop Off Zone, Cirrus Warriors
Corporal Ibori

Ibori and the group slid down the rock side to a jut off on the edge of the ocean. A small fishing boat was off in the distance. Ibori took out his switch blade and angled it at the sun, making a small flashing signal to notify the boat of their arrival. Twenty minutes later the boat road over. It was manned by three fishermen who where all special forces members.

They took out three crates and waited. The Cirrus warriors opened the crates, they contained several high grade weapons, and other equipment. Six assault rifles, two sniper rifles, and one pistol. Also, the crates contained some belt pouches, a water purifier, a broad machete for cutting through jungle, and some odd and ends. Ibori too an assault rifle and a pistol, the rest grabbed their gear and then they opened the last crate. It contained eight bags of food and water supplies. This was for the special forces, it should last them a month or two if the rationed.

They began thier journey back, Ibori asked Xipa,

Ibori: "So, tell me about Nchiyamengi, other then the terrors and hate and conflict. Was there ever a time of peace? Also, what's your story, have you always lived in Nchiyamengi? If you don't care to tell, I understand. But I am very curious."

[Sevevill]

1st Lt Mark Danial
He looked at the man as he pocketed his picture. He could do nothing about it though. The jet engine disappears as soon as it had come. He would have to accept his fate. He would most likely die by the hands of these fools. He knew about the SVAF still stationed in Petrazul. He knew about the Royal Gaurd just outside the border. But he wouldn't tell these pigs.
"I know this yes. But you don't show the dog where the food is" he knew it sounded weird but he tried to sound like the guys in the movies. Except this was very real.

Pvt. Heny Maddison. The Royal Gold 1st Royal 1st Royal Gaurd
He looked the man over. He looked believable but he had hear stories of GI in stolen uniforms. He was going to keep his eyes on him.
"Ok so then where will we start looking for these prisoners. The SVAF in the region is happy to assist."

[Nchiyamengi]

Drop Off Zone, Cirrus Warriors
Corporal Ibori

Ibori and the group slid down the rock side to a jut off on the edge of the ocean. A small fishing boat was off in the distance. Ibori took out his switch blade and angled it at the sun, making a small flashing signal to notify the boat of their arrival. Twenty minutes later the boat road over. It was manned by three fishermen who where all special forces members.

They took out three crates and waited. The Cirrus warriors opened the crates, they contained several high grade weapons, and other equipment. Six assault rifles, two sniper rifles, and one pistol. Also, the crates contained some belt pouches, a water purifier, a broad machete for cutting through jungle, and some odd and ends. Ibori too an assault rifle and a pistol, the rest grabbed their gear and then they opened the last crate. It contained eight bags of food and water supplies. This was for the special forces, it should last them a month or two if the rationed.

They began thier journey back, Ibori asked Xipa,

Ibori: "So, tell me about Nchiyamengi, other then the terrors and hate and conflict. Was there ever a time of peace? Also, what's your story, have you always lived in Nchiyamengi? If you don't care to tell, I understand. But I am very curious."

Xipa said "I am of the Xama! people, the first people of Nchiyamengi, who were hunter gatherers. Most of us live in the slums of Puertazul today. I was raised in a small village in the jungles however. The regime banned hunting without a license, and then reserved licenses for a wealthy elite and rich foreign tourists. We became criminals in our own land hunting for meat rather than for a sense of leasure"

He carried on "Nchiyamengi hasn't known peace since the 50s, and even before that there was hostility against colonial rule. The Njengi and Busetsu fought the Lyserians for independence, and fought one another for who would get control once it was won. The Muslims fought to have their own rights and interests upheld. The Lyserians left in 1972, war wary and tired of fighting to keep their colonies. The Busetsu Communists took over at first and established a one party state. Kampiya, the Muslims and the liberals fought them. The Lyserians and Americans later sent money to Kampiya and his Njengi capitalists against the Busetsu and their Soviet and Cuban backers. Kampiya and the Njengi won power in December 1986, just a few months before I was born. They established a capitalist dictatorship, and later let the liberal capitalists and white Lyserians stand in rigged elections every 5 years after the first in 1990. We true leftists, the communist Busetsus and the Islamists have fought them since 1986, and soon we shall win. Then, hopefully, we can have democracy and peace".

[Nchiyamengi]

1st Lt Mark Danial
He looked at the man as he pocketed his picture. He could do nothing about it though. The jet engine disappears as soon as it had come. He would have to accept his fate. He would most likely die by the hands of these fools. He knew about the SVAF still stationed in Petrazul. He knew about the Royal Gaurd just outside the border. But he wouldn't tell these pigs.
"I know this yes. But you don't show the dog where the food is" he knew it sounded weird but he tried to sound like the guys in the movies. Except this was very real.

Pvt. Heny Maddison. The Royal Gold 1st Royal 1st Royal Gaurd
He looked the man over. He looked believable but he had hear stories of GI in stolen uniforms. He was going to keep his eyes on him.
"Ok so then where will we start looking for these prisoners. The SVAF in the region is happy to assist."

The clearing:

The commander smiled. "I had hoped you would say something like that". Turning around slightly he said "bring me the other driver". One of the drivers captured in the raid was brought forward.

"Isaac Banyakela" read the commander of the dog tags of the Busetsu driver who looked to be in his mid 20s. "What a pretty name". The man looked up at him fearfully. The commander drew a long sharp knife and set about chopping off the little finger of the man's left hand. Behind his gag Isaac's screams were muffled, but audible. Once he was done the commander dropped the little finger into the dirt and wiped the blood off on Mark's uniform.

"Now Mark, we are going to play a little game" he said. "I am going to ask you where you fellow soldiers are in Nchiyamengi, and what kind of equipment they have, and you will tell me. Every time you refuse, or tell me something I know to be a lie, I remove another part of young Isaac here. The game ends when you give me everything I want, or when we run out of Isaac, at which case we start with someone else". The commander gave a cruel smile. "Sound like fun?"

"So" he said "let's try again. How many other Sevillian soldiers are there in Nchiyamengi and where are they located?"

Meanwhile on the road:

Agent Brown said to Pvt. Maddison "the prisoners are in a safe house being interrogated by our top men on the job, Agent White and Agent Black. They are prisoners we got a while back. Agent White has established a good relationship with them, and they will tell him anything they know to avoid them and their friends being brutalised by Agent Black. I've sent through images of the bodies and we should hear from them soon".

OOC: I'll post more on this soon.

[Nchiyamengi]

9:34pm - Tuesday 29 November 2016:

Rebel forces have marched on the loyalist town of Mpolebonde after securing their city in the early hours of this morning. They are now using the cover of darkness, emphasised a new moon micromoon, to lay seige to the town. Protestors within the town are attempting to aid them.

Loyalist forces are standing their ground and are trying to hold the town, hoping to hold out long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

[Sevevill]

1st Lt Mark Danial
He looked at the man as he pocketed his picture. He could do nothing about it though. The jet engine disappears as soon as it had come. He would have to accept his fate. He would most likely die by the hands of these fools. He knew about the SVAF still stationed in Petrazul. He knew about the Royal Gaurd just outside the border. But he wouldn't tell these pigs.
"I know this yes. But you don't show the dog where the food is" he knew it sounded weird but he tried to sound like the guys in the movies. Except this was very real.

Pvt. Heny Maddison. The Royal Gold 1st Royal 1st Royal Gaurd
He looked the man over. He looked believable but he had hear stories of GI in stolen uniforms. He was going to keep his eyes on him.
"Ok so then where will we start looking for these prisoners. The SVAF in the region is happy to assist."

The clearing:

The commander smiled. "I had hoped you would say something like that". Turning around slightly he said "bring me the other driver". One of the drivers captured in the raid was brought forward.

"Isaac Banyakela" read the commander of the dog tags of the Busetsu driver who looked to be in his mid 20s. "What a pretty name". The man looked up at him fearfully. The commander drew a long sharp knife and set about chopping off the little finger of the man's left hand. Behind his gag Isaac's screams were muffled, but audible. Once he was done the commander dropped the little finger into the dirt and wiped the blood off on Mark's uniform.

"Now Mark, we are going to play a little game" he said. "I am going to ask you where you fellow soldiers are in Nchiyamengi, and what kind of equipment they have, and you will tell me. Every time you refuse, or tell me something I know to be a lie, I remove another part of young Isaac here. The game ends when you give me everything I want, or when we run out of Isaac, at which case we start with someone else". The commander gave a cruel smile. "Sound like fun?"

"So" he said "let's try again. How many other Sevillian soldiers are there in Nchiyamengi and where are they located?"

Meanwhile on the road:

Agent Brown said to Pvt. Maddison "the prisoners are in a safe house being interrogated by our top men on the job, Agent White and Agent Black. They are prisoners we got a while back. Agent White has established a good relationship with them, and they will tell him anything they know to avoid them and their friends being brutalised by Agent Black. I've sent through images of the bodies and we should hear from them soon".

OOC: I'll post more on this soon.

1st Lt Mark Danial
He thought for a second.
"There are some planes and some pilots. And there are some soldiers." He had found his pocket knife but was haveing trouble removeing it. It was wedged into the pocket that was too small for it. He was trying to get it out but his tied wrists made it hard.