Civil War in Nchiyamengi

[Nchiyamengi]

It has now been confirmed that a number of high ranking members of the royal family if the King of the Njengi, along with former Minister of Finance Lucas Taiunyoya and former Minister of Foreign Relations Pedro Gatola (who both resigned after the firebombing of Kubwamti), have fled Nchiyamengi in a private plane and have arrived seeking asylum in the nation of Zaxumadi.

Taiunyoya and Gatola have requested seats at the negitiation table at the negotiation in the Green Union. They state they may be the best hope at establishing peace in Nchiyamengi.

[Nchiyamengi]

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.

"You call that an answer? You might as well say that they exist" said the commander annoyedly. He sunk his knife into Isaac's wrist and began sawing. Isaac screamed behind his gag.

A group of fighters came forward to watch, some laughing and others lighting up cigarettes.

"So, let's try again" said the commander "where are these planes, pilots and soldiers? And how many are there? Disappoint me again and I intensify it".

[Albatan]

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".

Cirrus Warriors, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba
Corporal Ibori

Ibori took the story in, it all seemed so terrible, yet, it didn't surprise him at all. He stared pensively at the group for a moment before replying,

Ibori: Well, that's quite the story. I sure hope that we are victorious, but the Kampiya regime is being backed by some serious nations. In fact, Albatan, the country from which I hail, is allies with Sevevill and Arcadia. So, in essence, by sending our group here is like going against our allies. It's strange, sometimes I forget why they are our allies in the first place. Luckily, the Special Forces are a separate entity from the government so we are not associated with the Ministry of Defense, which is nice because then our military secrets can slip through the free information act. Heh, what a game we play as nations.

[Sevevill]

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.

"You call that an answer? You might as well say that they exist" said the commander annoyedly. He sunk his knife into Isaac's wrist and began sawing. Isaac screamed behind his gag.

A group of fighters came forward to watch, some laughing and others lighting up cigarettes.

"So, let's try again" said the commander "where are these planes, pilots and soldiers? And how many are there? Disappoint me again and I intensify it".

1st Lt Mark Danial
"Humm let me think. Some here and some there..."
He was haveing fun with this. Exept for all the screeming that was annoying him a little bit.
"I would point you in a direction but im a bit senseless right now. I dont think I know where I am. He had just started to slip the knife out of the pocket

[Nchiyamengi]

"You call that an answer? You might as well say that they exist" said the commander annoyedly. He sunk his knife into Isaac's wrist and began sawing. Isaac screamed behind his gag.

A group of fighters came forward to watch, some laughing and others lighting up cigarettes.

"So, let's try again" said the commander "where are these planes, pilots and soldiers? And how many are there? Disappoint me again and I intensify it".

1st Lt Mark Danial
"Humm let me think. Some here and some there..."
He was haveing fun with this. Exept for all the screeming that was annoying him a little bit.
"I would point you in a direction but im a bit senseless right now. I dont think I know where I am. He had just started to slip the knife out of the pocket

"I grow tired of this" said the commander, stepping back. "Blind him" he ordered, and a young fighter stepped forward with a bottle of stolen military grade mace and sprayed it into Mark's eyes and face, the foul spray burning at his skin and eyes.

The commander dragged Isaac, now with one less hand, away from Mark and more toward Nabila. He stopped closer to her to turn and laugh at the soldier, his enjoyment beginning to return.

[Nchiyamengi]

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".

Cirrus Warriors, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba
Corporal Ibori

Ibori took the story in, it all seemed so terrible, yet, it didn't surprise him at all. He stared pensively at the group for a moment before replying,

Ibori: Well, that's quite the story. I sure hope that we are victorious, but the Kampiya regime is being backed by some serious nations. In fact, Albatan, the country from which I hail, is allies with Sevevill and Arcadia. So, in essence, by sending our group here is like going against our allies. It's strange, sometimes I forget why they are our allies in the first place. Luckily, the Special Forces are a separate entity from the government so we are not associated with the Ministry of Defense, which is nice because then our military secrets can slip through the free information act. Heh, what a game we play as nations.

"War makes for strange allies" agreed Xipa. "We fight alongside the Communists many of our leaders once hid from, alongside Islamists we once hated, and alongside liberal capitalists who still dismiss our aims as pipedreams. All we can do is unite and fight this common foe, and then win hearts and minds come election time, once we win our freedom and have democracy".

[Sevevill]

1st Lt Mark Danial
"Humm let me think. Some here and some there..."
He was haveing fun with this. Exept for all the screeming that was annoying him a little bit.
"I would point you in a direction but im a bit senseless right now. I dont think I know where I am. He had just started to slip the knife out of the pocket

"I grow tired of this" said the commander, stepping back. "Blind him" he ordered, and a young fighter stepped forward with a bottle of stolen military grade mace and sprayed it into Mark's eyes and face, the foul spray burning at his skin and eyes.

The commander dragged Isaac, now with one less hand, away from Mark and more toward Nabila. He stopped closer to her to turn and laugh at the soldier, his enjoyment beginning to return.

His eyes burned. It felt like tear gas. But he dident know.
"Fine Fine. Its around 230 soldiers and Pilots. They are just outside of petrazul with the rest of the Milatary. Pilots and mechanics wear the same fateges on the ground so not to upset the populus

[Beowstyn]

Beowstyn has long attempted to avoid conflicts, corruption and regime changes that their African brethren had also fallen too. Beowstyn's stability comes from simply good governance and the right people getting into power, however only a few African nation have shared the same fortune that Beowstyn has. Nchiyamengi was one of them for a time, but the Bewoe parliament has long criticized Marcos Kampiya and his administration in the country. Senator Habas L. Sekronde denounced Nchiyamengi's president in a public speech, calling Kampiya a "fundamentalist who values his power more than his country." Prime Minister Abel K. Mastafari had avoided the issue of Nchiyamengi for several months, especially after the controversial election of Marcos Kampiya. PM Mastafari said in a Press meeting that Beowstyn "isn't in any position to tell other nations how they should be."
The breakout of the civil war has remained largely unnoticed by the majority of the world until now with the increasing tensions boiling over and conflicts growing every day.
PM Abel Mastafari publically denounces Marcos Kampiya, as well as any racial nationalists, communist guerillas and Islamists in the country. Parliament allowed Mastafari to send support and possible funding to the parties of

Liberal Democratic Party/Partido Liberal Democrático
To a lesser extent: Partido Socialista Progresista/Progressive Socialist Party

Further parliamentary action is still being questioned at this time.

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

FOB Restropo, Nchiyamengi

LCPL. Tyrone Sharp, 4th Coalition Peacekeeping Detachment

He walked out of the stall and grabbed the toilet paper and soon a crack of a sniper hit over his head. he soon hit the ground and looked around. he soon got up after a few minutes and no sniper fire. The base already had security moving and he went to get his combats on. Once he got back to the barracks he saw a TV program and it said "Arcadian officials are being urged to get more involved in this small nation." if this was true it would be a long Arcadian involvement. hopefully it would never happen.

[The Green Union]

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.

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

Nabila remembered the chain of events that had sent her to Nchiyamengi. Her family and friends had been much more interested in the mission than she had been. ‘You’ll go to Nchiyamengi! You’ll kill the GI! You’ll purify the nature of Islam!’

Not that Nabila had ever really been feeling it that way. She did not agree with what the GI stood for, but she did not hate them for it. She definitely didn’t hate them because they called themselves Muslims. They could call themselves anything they wanted for all Nabila cared. It didn’t mean that their concept of Islam was related in any way to hers.

Oh, it’s so easy to regurgitate the words of an inspirational poster when you’re not actually having a jeering terrorist stick his cigarette in your flesh, and knowing all along that so many people would think of her and him as the same. Nabila lived in The Green Union, and had never been exposed to the same level of Islamophobia as befell some in other nations. She had not until today felt the personal pain of being associated with groups like the GI

Through gritted teeth Nabila wondered which Quran the GI was reading, because hers expressly stated “No one may punish with fire except the Lord of Fire.” A piece of Nabila burned away through the hole in her skin, the piece of her that had any confidence in humanity to know anything besides gross generalizations.

The thought hardened her heart. She glared up at Courier with the two prisoners. “A very cliché game, Courier. Unfortunately for you my country has a very specific policy for people like you. It’s called we don’t negotiate with terrorists. All of us belong to you now and any blood you spill is on your hands, not mine.”

Capt. Marcus Brayfield, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba:

Tree. Bush. Tree. Bush. Oh, a banana tree! More bushes . . . The joys of bushwhacking.

Capt. Brayfield, still supported almost entirely by Sgt. Mctavish, called up to the Nchiyamengi special forces that were ahead of them. “Any idea where we are?”

He wasn’t expecting much, so he was pleasantly surprised when one man answered “there should be a road just ahead. From there we can commandeer a vehicle.”

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba, the Road

The bushes around the road had been combed, turning up a good many bodies but no Green Union ones. As it stood four soldiers were unaccounted for: Lt. al-Rashid, Lt. Fox, Sgt. Mctavish, and Cpt. Brayfield.

Now Jacques found himself sitting solemnly at the side of a Nchiyamengi jeep. He had been brought a blanket and some water, which in a small part of his mind the Corporal recognized this as treating for shock. Perhaps he was in shock. It was only now that he was coming down from his adrenalin high and processing exactly what had happened.

He was alone. There was a chance that the three missing soldiers were alive, but more likely their bodies had simply not been found yet. Or worse, they may have been taken by the GI. In the span of minutes all his comrades in Nchiyamengi had been wiped out.

[Sevevill]

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.

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

Nabila remembered the chain of events that had sent her to Nchiyamengi. Her family and friends had been much more interested in the mission than she had been. ‘You’ll go to Nchiyamengi! You’ll kill the GI! You’ll purify the nature of Islam!’

Not that Nabila had ever really been feeling it that way. She did not agree with what the GI stood for, but she did not hate them for it. She definitely didn’t hate them because they called themselves Muslims. They could call themselves anything they wanted for all Nabila cared. It didn’t mean that their concept of Islam was related in any way to hers.

Oh, it’s so easy to regurgitate the words of an inspirational poster when you’re not actually having a jeering terrorist stick his cigarette in your flesh, and knowing all along that so many people would think of her and him as the same. Nabila lived in The Green Union, and had never been exposed to the same level of Islamophobia as befell some in other nations. She had not until today felt the personal pain of being associated with groups like the GI

Through gritted teeth Nabila wondered which Quran the GI was reading, because hers expressly stated “No one may punish with fire except the Lord of Fire.” A piece of Nabila burned away through the hole in her skin, the piece of her that had any confidence in humanity to know anything besides gross generalizations.

The thought hardened her heart. She glared up at Courier with the two prisoners. “A very cliché game, Courier. Unfortunately for you my country has a very specific policy for people like you. It’s called we don’t negotiate with terrorists. All of us belong to you now and any blood you spill is on your hands, not mine.”

Capt. Marcus Brayfield, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba:

Tree. Bush. Tree. Bush. Oh, a banana tree! More bushes . . . The joys of bushwhacking.

Capt. Brayfield, still supported almost entirely by Sgt. Mctavish, called up to the Nchiyamengi special forces that were ahead of them. “Any idea where we are?”

He wasn’t expecting much, so he was pleasantly surprised when one man answered “there should be a road just ahead. From there we can commandeer a vehicle.”

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba, the Road

The bushes around the road had been combed, turning up a good many bodies but no Green Union ones. As it stood four soldiers were unaccounted for: Lt. al-Rashid, Lt. Fox, Sgt. Mctavish, and Cpt. Brayfield.

Now Jacques found himself sitting solemnly at the side of a Nchiyamengi jeep. He had been brought a blanket and some water, which in a small part of his mind the Corporal recognized this as treating for shock. Perhaps he was in shock. It was only now that he was coming down from his adrenalin high and processing exactly what had happened.

He was alone. There was a chance that the three missing soldiers were alive, but more likely their bodies had simply not been found yet. Or worse, they may have been taken by the GI. In the span of minutes all his comrades in Nchiyamengi had been wiped out.

Pixistick. On the road
He looked around. He had seen it all before. He noticed the GU Cpl sitting on his own. He walked over to him. He sat down leaning against the jeep tire.
"Something wrong. The pain should go away soon." He was referring to the wounds he had patched earlier.

Pvt Henry Maddison. The Royal Gold. 1st Royal Gaurd. 1st Royal Taskforce
He walked among the wreckage of the convoy. He stumbled on the body of a GI. He looked back at the Nchiyamengi Special forces man who was behind him.
"Can we just get moveing. We probably out number every soldier they have with the prisoners!" He was growing impatient with all this waiting around.

[Nchiyamengi]

"I grow tired of this" said the commander, stepping back. "Blind him" he ordered, and a young fighter stepped forward with a bottle of stolen military grade mace and sprayed it into Mark's eyes and face, the foul spray burning at his skin and eyes.

The commander dragged Isaac, now with one less hand, away from Mark and more toward Nabila. He stopped closer to her to turn and laugh at the soldier, his enjoyment beginning to return.

His eyes burned. It felt like tear gas. But he dident know.
"Fine Fine. Its around 230 soldiers and Pilots. They are just outside of petrazul with the rest of the Milatary. Pilots and mechanics wear the same fateges on the ground so not to upset the populus

The commander turned around, "well well well, we're finally making process. Looks like we have a winner. What kind of metal are packing? Let's get equipment specifics here".

[Sevevill]

His eyes burned. It felt like tear gas. But he dident know.
"Fine Fine. Its around 230 soldiers and Pilots. They are just outside of petrazul with the rest of the Milatary. Pilots and mechanics wear the same fateges on the ground so not to upset the populus

The commander turned around, "well well well, we're finally making process. Looks like we have a winner. What kind of metal are packing? Let's get equipment specifics here".

1st Lt Mark Danials
He was going to kept his moth shut.
"You will have to find that out yourself." With that he kept his mouth shut.

[Nchiyamengi]

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.

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

Nabila remembered the chain of events that had sent her to Nchiyamengi. Her family and friends had been much more interested in the mission than she had been. ‘You’ll go to Nchiyamengi! You’ll kill the GI! You’ll purify the nature of Islam!’

Not that Nabila had ever really been feeling it that way. She did not agree with what the GI stood for, but she did not hate them for it. She definitely didn’t hate them because they called themselves Muslims. They could call themselves anything they wanted for all Nabila cared. It didn’t mean that their concept of Islam was related in any way to hers.

Oh, it’s so easy to regurgitate the words of an inspirational poster when you’re not actually having a jeering terrorist stick his cigarette in your flesh, and knowing all along that so many people would think of her and him as the same. Nabila lived in The Green Union, and had never been exposed to the same level of Islamophobia as befell some in other nations. She had not until today felt the personal pain of being associated with groups like the GI

Through gritted teeth Nabila wondered which Quran the GI was reading, because hers expressly stated “No one may punish with fire except the Lord of Fire.” A piece of Nabila burned away through the hole in her skin, the piece of her that had any confidence in humanity to know anything besides gross generalizations.

The thought hardened her heart. She glared up at Courier with the two prisoners. “A very cliché game, Courier. Unfortunately for you my country has a very specific policy for people like you. It’s called we don’t negotiate with terrorists. All of us belong to you now and any blood you spill is on your hands, not mine.”

Capt. Marcus Brayfield, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba:

Tree. Bush. Tree. Bush. Oh, a banana tree! More bushes . . . The joys of bushwhacking.

Capt. Brayfield, still supported almost entirely by Sgt. Mctavish, called up to the Nchiyamengi special forces that were ahead of them. “Any idea where we are?”

He wasn’t expecting much, so he was pleasantly surprised when one man answered “there should be a road just ahead. From there we can commandeer a vehicle.”

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba, the Road

The bushes around the road had been combed, turning up a good many bodies but no Green Union ones. As it stood four soldiers were unaccounted for: Lt. al-Rashid, Lt. Fox, Sgt. Mctavish, and Cpt. Brayfield.

Now Jacques found himself sitting solemnly at the side of a Nchiyamengi jeep. He had been brought a blanket and some water, which in a small part of his mind the Corporal recognized this as treating for shock. Perhaps he was in shock. It was only now that he was coming down from his adrenalin high and processing exactly what had happened.

He was alone. There was a chance that the three missing soldiers were alive, but more likely their bodies had simply not been found yet. Or worse, they may have been taken by the GI. In the span of minutes all his comrades in Nchiyamengi had been wiped out.

The clearing:

The Courier smiled broadly "I was hoping you might say that". He motioned for the eight year child soldier to come forward. "Come boy, you have hit the double bonus". He handed the boy the knife. "Time to prove yourself" he said. One of the fighters moved forward with a video camera, the red light of the recorder blinking. The Courier moved and held Mabila's head in place, and held her eyelids open. "You will watch this" he whispered in her ear.

For a good ten minutes the boy sawed with the knife. It took a while to get through the skin, muscles and bones in the neck part of the spine. By the end the knife was all red and wet. The boy looked different afterward, changed beyond the blood on his arms.

"Very good" said the Courier, patting the boy on the shoulder. "Today you have become a man, now you may choose a name".

"I am Orphan Maker" said the boy. "Welcome Orphan Maker, welcome to the world" intoned the fighters. The Courier put the bloodstained dog tags of the two freshly beheaded men around the neck of Orphan Maker.

"So my dear Nabila, lets try this again? Once you found us, what was the plan then?"

[Nchiyamengi]

The commander turned around, "well well well, we're finally making process. Looks like we have a winner. What kind of metal are packing? Let's get equipment specifics here".

1st Lt Mark Danials
He was going to kept his moth shut.
"You will have5 to find that out yourself." With that he kept his mouth shut.

"Very well" said the Commander "bring the wire cutters, remove his fingers until he talks". A fighter moved in and cut off Mark's left little finger.

"What weapons are the Sevillian soldiers armws with?" asked the commander again.

[Nchiyamengi]

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

Nabila remembered the chain of events that had sent her to Nchiyamengi. Her family and friends had been much more interested in the mission than she had been. ‘You’ll go to Nchiyamengi! You’ll kill the GI! You’ll purify the nature of Islam!’

Not that Nabila had ever really been feeling it that way. She did not agree with what the GI stood for, but she did not hate them for it. She definitely didn’t hate them because they called themselves Muslims. They could call themselves anything they wanted for all Nabila cared. It didn’t mean that their concept of Islam was related in any way to hers.

Oh, it’s so easy to regurgitate the words of an inspirational poster when you’re not actually having a jeering terrorist stick his cigarette in your flesh, and knowing all along that so many people would think of her and him as the same. Nabila lived in The Green Union, and had never been exposed to the same level of Islamophobia as befell some in other nations. She had not until today felt the personal pain of being associated with groups like the GI

Through gritted teeth Nabila wondered which Quran the GI was reading, because hers expressly stated “No one may punish with fire except the Lord of Fire.” A piece of Nabila burned away through the hole in her skin, the piece of her that had any confidence in humanity to know anything besides gross generalizations.

The thought hardened her heart. She glared up at Courier with the two prisoners. “A very cliché game, Courier. Unfortunately for you my country has a very specific policy for people like you. It’s called we don’t negotiate with terrorists. All of us belong to you now and any blood you spill is on your hands, not mine.”

Capt. Marcus Brayfield, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba:

Tree. Bush. Tree. Bush. Oh, a banana tree! More bushes . . . The joys of bushwhacking.

Capt. Brayfield, still supported almost entirely by Sgt. Mctavish, called up to the Nchiyamengi special forces that were ahead of them. “Any idea where we are?”

He wasn’t expecting much, so he was pleasantly surprised when one man answered “there should be a road just ahead. From there we can commandeer a vehicle.”

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba, the Road

The bushes around the road had been combed, turning up a good many bodies but no Green Union ones. As it stood four soldiers were unaccounted for: Lt. al-Rashid, Lt. Fox, Sgt. Mctavish, and Cpt. Brayfield.

Now Jacques found himself sitting solemnly at the side of a Nchiyamengi jeep. He had been brought a blanket and some water, which in a small part of his mind the Corporal recognized this as treating for shock. Perhaps he was in shock. It was only now that he was coming down from his adrenalin high and processing exactly what had happened.

He was alone. There was a chance that the three missing soldiers were alive, but more likely their bodies had simply not been found yet. Or worse, they may have been taken by the GI. In the span of minutes all his comrades in Nchiyamengi had been wiped out.

Pixistick. On the road
He looked around. He had seen it all before. He noticed the GU Cpl sitting on his own. He walked over to him. He sat down leaning against the jeep tire.
"Something wrong. The pain should go away soon." He was referring to the wounds he had patched earlier.

Pvt Henry Maddison. The Royal Gold. 1st Royal Gaurd. 1st Royal Taskforce
He walked among the wreckage of the convoy. He stumbled on the body of a GI. He looked back at the Nchiyamengi Special forces man who was behind him.
"Can we just get moveing. We probably out number every soldier they have with the prisoners!" He was growing impatient with all this waiting around.

Agent Brown was still on his phone. "One moment please". After another few minutes he said "we might have something. One of the prisoners has identified a body. He is a fighter for a commader known as the Courier, Esan Kanpariyima, the second in command of a leader known as the Angel of Death. We don't know the exact location of the base, but we know it is somewhere in the mountains to the south east of here. The radius is still about 90 degrees, so it may take us weeks to find them in this jungle, more if they get to the mountains, but at least we have more of an idea now".

OOC: The area is still too large and terrain too rough to find them anytime soon.

[The Green Union]

The clearing:

The Courier smiled broadly "I was hoping you might say that". He motioned for the eight year child soldier to come forward. "Come boy, you have hit the double bonus". He handed the boy the knife. "Time to prove yourself" he said. One of the fighters moved forward with a video camera, the red light of the recorder blinking. The Courier moved and held Mabila's head in place, and held her eyelids open. "You will watch this" he whispered in her ear.

For a good ten minutes the boy sawed with the knife. It took a while to get through the skin, muscles and bones in the neck part of the spine. By the end the knife was all red and wet. The boy looked different afterward, changed beyond the blood on his arms.

"Very good" said the Courier, patting the boy on the shoulder. "Today you have become a man, now you may choose a name".

"I am Orphan Maker" said the boy. "Welcome Orphan Maker, welcome to the world" intoned the fighters. The Courier put the bloodstained dog tags of the two freshly beheaded men around the neck of Orphan Maker.

"So my dear Nabila, lets try this again? Once you found us, what was the plan then?"

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

Try as she might, Nabila saw far too much of the terrible execution. She did not try to close her eyes or turn away, but instead did her best to zone out. She thought of her home, her family, she started to silently recite every prayer she knew before she realized that she’d started repeating the Ṣalāt al-Janāzah funeral prayer over and over again.

But when the deed was done the Courier’s words to her jolted Nabila back to reality, a reality she would have been happy to leave forever. At his words Nabila felt sick to her stomach. She felt her own mouth hanging open.

“What? Are you saying that you killed those two men because I didn’t answer your question? I thought you were kidding about that!”

Nabila had legitimately thought the question was rhetorical. What did the so-called Courier think the plan had been?

“I never refused to tell you anything!”

OOC: What’s the status with the conference with my Royal Family? I take it we’re not writing every delegate’s arrival. Should I jump right in?

I’m also aware that I have not yet approved the high ranking Njengi Royal Family and former government politicians to attend the conference. So consider this my last minute, poorly done acceptance.

[Albatan]

Cirrus Warriors, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba
Corporal Ibori

He continued his conversation with Xipa, they had made it a good way into the jungle and where about half-way back to the base, he started,

Ibori: "Hm, I see, peace will be hard to come by, after all, unless the MSI, the FPRL, the PLD, and the PSP agree to run a clean fair election, this conflict could be never ending. What assurance do we have that there can be agreement? Does the PSP have a plan if the other parties do not co-operate? The PLD is trustworthy, they are very similar politically, we as Albatanians just didn't want to directly confront the UP, seems cowardly I know, but that's just the nature of Albatan, after all, in the face of massive global superpowers that have armies capable of destroying nations with no trouble, or waging terrible wars, Albatan must maintain secrecy, especially when working directly against allies.

Oh sorry, I've gone off topic. The other factions will be trouble, their Islamic and far-left beliefs could be cause for violence in order to come to power. Hopefully, this makeshift alliance can remove the GI from the equation, and then peace could possibly be achieved, but the chances are slim."

[Nchiyamengi]

11:05pm - Wednesday the 30th of November:

Rebels have seized the town of Mpolebonde and arw now pushing on the city of Mjiwadhahabu. Rebels and Loyalist forces have clashed in the jungles of Mlimayamaisha.

[Nchiyamengi]

The clearing:

The Courier smiled broadly "I was hoping you might say that". He motioned for the eight year child soldier to come forward. "Come boy, you have hit the double bonus". He handed the boy the knife. "Time to prove yourself" he said. One of the fighters moved forward with a video camera, the red light of the recorder blinking. The Courier moved and held Mabila's head in place, and held her eyelids open. "You will watch this" he whispered in her ear.

For a good ten minutes the boy sawed with the knife. It took a while to get through the skin, muscles and bones in the neck part of the spine. By the end the knife was all red and wet. The boy looked different afterward, changed beyond the blood on his arms.

"Very good" said the Courier, patting the boy on the shoulder. "Today you have become a man, now you may choose a name".

"I am Orphan Maker" said the boy. "Welcome Orphan Maker, welcome to the world" intoned the fighters. The Courier put the bloodstained dog tags of the two freshly beheaded men around the neck of Orphan Maker.

"So my dear Nabila, lets try this again? Once you found us, what was the plan then?"

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

Try as she might, Nabila saw far too much of the terrible execution. She did not try to close her eyes or turn away, but instead did her best to zone out. She thought of her home, her family, she started to silently recite every prayer she knew before she realized that she’d started repeating the Ṣalāt al-Janāzah funeral prayer over and over again.

But when the deed was done the Courier’s words to her jolted Nabila back to reality, a reality she would have been happy to leave forever. At his words Nabila felt sick to her stomach. She felt her own mouth hanging open.

“What? Are you saying that you killed those two men because I didn’t answer your question? I thought you were kidding about that!”

Nabila had legitimately thought the question was rhetorical. What did the so-called Courier think the plan had been?

“I never refused to tell you anything!”

OOC: What’s the status with the conference with my Royal Family? I take it we’re not writing every delegate’s arrival. Should I jump right in?

I’m also aware that I have not yet approved the high ranking Njengi Royal Family and former government politicians to attend the conference. So consider this my last minute, poorly done acceptance.

"I killed them because you ask too many questions" said the Courier, slowly wiping the blood of the killed prisoners off on her uniform.

"And really this question has been asked to many times. So let us try this one last time. What were your plans when you found us? And let's also ask this now that you want to talk about it as well. How many Green Union forces are in Nchiyamengi and where are they located?"

OOC: Ya let us just jump in. All typing is by cellphone now so messages will be shorter and without the colour coding.

[Nchiyamengi]

Cirrus Warriors, Jungles of Mwinukomwamba
Corporal Ibori

He continued his conversation with Xipa, they had made it a good way into the jungle and where about half-way back to the base, he started,

Ibori: "Hm, I see, peace will be hard to come by, after all, unless the MSI, the FPRL, the PLD, and the PSP agree to run a clean fair election, this conflict could be never ending. What assurance do we have that there can be agreement? Does the PSP have a plan if the other parties do not co-operate? The PLD is trustworthy, they are very similar politically, we as Albatanians just didn't want to directly confront the UP, seems cowardly I know, but that's just the nature of Albatan, after all, in the face of massive global superpowers that have armies capable of destroying nations with no trouble, or waging terrible wars, Albatan must maintain secrecy, especially when working directly against allies.

Oh sorry, I've gone off topic. The other factions will be trouble, their Islamic and far-left beliefs could be cause for violence in order to come to power. Hopefully, this makeshift alliance can remove the GI from the equation, and then peace could possibly be achieved, but the chances are slim."

"People are tired of this war" said Xipa, "hopefully all sides will unite against our common enemy of the GI. Our only other hope can be that the leaders of the Islamic Socialists and the Communists favour democracy, peace and rest to endless war and struggle. We will fight that battle when the time comes if we must. Hopefully we will not need to however".

[Albatan]

"People are tired of this war" said Xipa, "hopefully all sides will unite against our common enemy of the GI. Our only other hope can be that the leaders of the Islamic Socialists and the Communists favour democracy, peace and rest to endless war and struggle. We will fight that battle when the time comes if we must. Hopefully we will not need to however".

Cirrus Warriors, Jungle in Mwinukomwamba
Corporal Ibori

Ibori: "Good good, may the need for peace transcend the pride of our factions. Well, this deep and critical chatter is slowing us down, through the jungles of Min...combawamba? Who named these places?"

[The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia]

FOB Restropo, Nchiyamengi

LCPL. Tyrone Sharp, 4th Coalition Peacekeeping Detachment

The humvees drove down the road and the humvees were at a great distance from each other. CAS was on standby and they had thier eyes peeled. It was dusk and he moved the machine gun ever so slightly. A small Medical team was pinned down by rebel fire in a nearby town so it was going to be a long night. The Captain is trying to get C-130 support but HIGHCOM was saying no because of civilian risk. Gunshots rang out in the distance and they drove closer. They soon dorve up to the town and they started to take fire. Sharp fired his MG at rebel positions and the humvees stopped. Soldiers got out and headed inside of the clinic. He fired at rebel forces as they pushed forwards and he made sure they didnt get too close. Soon Arcadian soldiers emerged from the clinic with a few doctors wit them and they pushed the doctors in the humvee. Soon once all soldiers were on board the Humvees drove off.

[Nchiyamengi]

"People are tired of this war" said Xipa, "hopefully all sides will unite against our common enemy of the GI. Our only other hope can be that the leaders of the Islamic Socialists and the Communists favour democracy, peace and rest to endless war and struggle. We will fight that battle when the time comes if we must. Hopefully we will not need to however".

Cirrus Warriors, Jungle in Mwinukomwamba
Corporal Ibori

Ibori: "Good good, may the need for peace transcend the pride of our factions. Well, this deep and critical chatter is slowing us down, through the jungles of Min...combawamba? Who named these places?"

Xipa laughed a little at the pronunciation. "No no no" he said "Mwinuko mwamba, it is Swahili for steep rock, it describes the cliffs on the coast. The old Busetsu clans named it, as well as most of the provinces in the north. The Njengi king and nobles from centuries past named those in the south. The Lyserians named the capital when the came and invaded here to colonise. They built by the old fishing villages there. The name of our nation is Swahili as well, Nchi ya mengi, land of plenty. But tell me more of your own land now. What is it like? Why does it wish to aid us?"

[Union of Kyrat]

The 10 Hunter units were in the plane, the contractor of the Hunter units has called the Special Forces of the Nchiyamengian army, "Hello, this is a contractor from the Awaken Ones, the Hunters are on a plane to Nchiyamengi with their equipment, don't worry, it's Kyrati government plane, nobody knows of this, also, where is the LZ point?" That was the message he left while the Hunters where on their way.