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Postby Novygrad (Ancient) » Fri Jul 27, 2018 11:29 am

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Task Force Saber. An international response to a national problem that had gone international. It sounded strange, but that was the accurate summary of what had happened. The city of Palandosk slipped further and further out of the control of the Novian government, and as it did, the Palandosk Cartel found themselves with more and more power and grew more and more ambitious. Their main product, Veralium, was beginning to make its way out of the borders of the Novian islands for the first time in ages. Cities across the islands and beyond were becoming breeding grounds for both addiction to the drug, and membership in the cartel that spread it.

And Novygrad had said enough was enough. But it wasn’t that simple. Operation Eclipse started off as largely a failure. The Black Strip proved to be a harder place to breach than anyone imagined, with the run down slums serving as a fortress for the Cartel that used every trick in the book to protect them. Traps, fortified buildings, hostage situations, they all happened. Novian police were overwhelmed by it, and special forces were called in. But because it had become an international program, it wasn’t just special forces and militarized police from Novygrad. No, this was a problem that needed to be exported to the other countries that found themselves affected, if they wanted to get rid of it completely.

The commander of Task Force Saber, First Lieutenant Fedya Sokolovsky of Novygrad’s Navy Special Forces, was the first one inside the conference room that was filling up in the outskirts of Palandosk, at a local police headquarters that would be hosting the planning side of their operation. After all, this was a law enforcement matter at its core, even if the situation had grown far more dangerous and complex than an ordinary one involving the law and local criminals. “Alright, everyone,” Fedya said when the team from different nations began filing in. “You can see the maps on the table there and get an idea of what we’re working with.”

“The Black Strip is the worst neighborhood in the worst city of Novygrad. While Novygrad is typically a first world country with above average living standards and an above average economy to match, Palandosk was left behind by some of the advancements that made that possible for the rest of the country. Some industries dried up and others moved to more prominent areas, leaving this city reeling. The Black Strip sums up all of the problems here. Unemployment turns people to drugs and crime, and drugs and crime keep people unemployed in a vicious cycle. The Palandosk Cartel are just the ones who have done something with that cycle and came out on top because of using it to their advantage,” Fedya explained.

“The Cartel used to be our problem, but now they’re a problem for all of us after they’ve stepped up their Veralium exports. And of course, Veralium sells for a high value on the international market as Nobvygrad is the only country that produces it. It has quite the hallucinogenic properties, and if it becomes a trendy drug on the streets, the Cartel will benefit the most and will be able to recruit more people and supply more drugs to different areas. Long story short, they become a way bigger menace than they already are. We’re putting an end to the Cartel before they can do that, and if we want to hit them so they’ll stay down, we need to raid the Black Strip area, behead their leadership, and dismantle the heart of their operation,” Fedya finished.

“So, from looking at these maps, who has a suggestion for how we should approach this operation? Keep in mind, the Black Strip is like a fortress. Snipers, traps, explosives, and armed soldiers are all things that you need to worry about. It’s almost impressive, really, because at this point, the Cartel is less of a criminal organization and more of a small country. It is until we do something about it, anyway.”
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Postby The United Remnants of America » Fri Jul 27, 2018 3:30 pm

Image Chief Warrant Officer Everett Kaminski
Palandosk, Novygrad
7/27/2018 - 6:07


A large section of the small conference room had more or less been filled up and cut off by the light grey uniforms of the Remnant Internal Security Agency. When Novygrad had reached out to its neighbors, one of the first to answer the summons was the URA, and the perfect agency to handle it was none other than the URA's ISA, with a few other minders, of course.

The drug problem from Novygrad hadn't been too widespread within the URA. It was a recent addition to the "rich man's drugs," an irony in and of itself, since drug use was elsewhere seen as a problem of the lower classes. In the URA, however, Veralium was a popular drug to be shared at rich parties of corporate fat cats and high-ranking government officials. Surely, some of the Remnant personnel present thought that their president had most likely used the drug, but no one would dare ever say that. Since Veralium was so popular with the well-to-do, it was mainly restricted to Terminus, the floating resort city that was separated both geographically and demographically from the megacities that dotted the URA's landscape.

When the Remnant component had been thrown together for Task Force Saber, a unit commander had to be summoned to organize it, and when the orders finally came down the pipes to the ISA, Chief Warrant Officer Everett Kaminski had been picked. Kaminski was an unassuming man; clean-shaven and with cropped blond hair, Kaminski had been one of the founding members of the ISA's Special Detective Corps, a sub-unit created to filter out the ISA's best investigative minds. Kaminski had been involved in other international law enforcement initiatives, making him the perfect choice. The Remnant government had just two caveats to Kaminski: That he be aware his work would be reviewed by not only the URA, but Pragmata, Alenterra, Zhangua, Nongea, Canaam, and Namavar law enforcement training programs for years, regardless of whether he succeeded or failed. The government's second caveat was that he allow observers from other services to accompany him.

Kaminski didn't know Abbas Merzhad. The Marshal's service packet looked like it was dipped in ink, it had been redacted so heavily for Kaminski's lack of security clearance. He knew what the Marshals were. They were the URA's secret agent men, assassins, and traitors. Kaminski was sure the quiet man dressed in all black with no markings or insignia of any kind had done some things that were not legal, and Kaminski wasn't about to ask. He just hoped the Marshal stayed out of his way and kept an observer.

Sergeant Matthew Musingo stood on the opposite end of the amassed Remnant officials. Musingo was a Sentinel, and a sniper at that. Kaminski had a lot of respect for the Remnant special forces, and Musingo's dress uniform was adorned with his various campaign medals as well as several commendations. Kaminski was sure Musingo had other orders for being here than simply observing, but he wasn't going to press the Sentinel for a reason.

The last attache that had been sent was Specialist Raines. Raines was from the ISA's Counter-Terrorism Team, a crisis unit. Raines was probably here to scout rather than really observe or record. Her duty uniform was identical to that of the Special Police team gathered, save for a few different unit markings. She hadn't introduced herself to Kaminski, but her look of disappointment at seeing him was definitely surprising. Maybe it was because Kaminski wore a tan trench coat and regular suit and tie rather than his ISA uniform? Was it his roguish good looks? Was she just a bitch? Kaminski couldn't tell.

The ISA Special Police Team was split into four main components. Two of which were the actual door-busters. Fire Team A and Fire Team B both had six brave men and women, some of the URA's finest. The Special Police team was under the command of Warrant Officer First Class Elenes, who would be in charge of the tactical decision making once the team hit the field. Elenes' second, Warrant Officer Second Class Mikner, would be in charge of Fire Team B to free up Elenes for just directly commanding Fire Team A.

On top of the Fire Teams, a three-man support team had been sent as well. The Support Team was in charge of supply, logistics, maintenance, and even technical control of surveillance equipment, drones, and any other issue that may come up during the operation. The support team of any operation were truly the unsung heroes of the world.

The final eight Remnants in the room were the crews of the three helicopters that the team would be using. The two Outrider helicopters were called Leadfoot-1 and Leadfoot-2, and would be the transports for the Fire Teams. Lightfoot-1, the callsign of the Searider helicopter would be a support helicopter which would be up to offer any sort of backup role in case a third helicopter was needed, including medevac or even quick insertion of other personnel.

Kaminski gave a quick glance over the personnel under his temporary command for this operation, known in the URA as Operation Optimal Wind. Remembering the name made Kaminski grin because while the name wasn't amazingly catchy, the random word generator could have spit out a much worse name, like Operation Zesty Potato, a similar drug bust that had taken place in Olympia last year that Kaminski had been read in on.

First Lieutenant Fedya Sokolovsky, Novygrad's leader on this temporary international task force finished his briefing with a question, and the Remnants had plenty of them.

Master Sergeant Pan raised his hand, "What's stopping you from just leveling the place? If it's really gotten this bad, and these people are really that much of an issue, just bomb them."

PFC Farelly, one of the younger Special Police members, smiled and nodded, "Yeah, you only get drug problems by letting them grow. If you'd just nipped this when it started, we wouldn't be here."

Specialist Seaver, from the support team, ignored Farelly. "The map says they're pretty well armed and equipped. But what do they have in technical know-how outside of drug making? Are we talking jammers, CCTV, and NVGs or just burner phones and two-way radios?"

First Lieutenant Jefferson, one of the pilots, raised his hand and spoke without being called on. "On that note, do they have AA? It's a game changer knowing if they have SAMs or if we just have to dodge small arms fire."

Fire Team B's leader, Mickner spoke next, "Our goal here is to end the drug trade. If we hit their refining and shipping, that will severely limit their ability. Do you know where their production is? We don't need to worry about them still existing if they can't make the drugs."

Kaminski looked over the various questions being fired at Sokolovsky, but offered no input. It was good everyone was engaged. Hopefully they could hammer something out. Kaminsky was only here so someone's head could roll back home if this went south.

Kaminsky decided he liked his head on his shoulders where it could keep doing detective work.
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Postby Vanquaria » Tue Jul 31, 2018 2:58 am

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7/27/18

Drugs. The demonic vice of humankind had also afflicted the Empire, perhaps more severely than most countries. An economy burdened by the cost of providing not just national security but global security to the Dominion and to allies who would otherwise struggle to fulfil their imperialistic ambitions had caused a sizeable portion of the population to turn to artificial means to alleviate their stress.

Such was the cost of the Autarch's idealism Stannis thought grimly. May the will of Scott be absolute

He glanced at Commander Larka of the Specialist Response Group of the city of Moscow. Moscow was a hell-hole, everyone within the special operations community was familiar with it. It was the pot where rebellion was fostered to extreme extents. Many of Vanquaria's most wanted extremists had originated from the city of sin. And it had been the Commander's job to manage the men and women responsible for policing the city. After half a decade in the job, the Commander had requested to be transferred from his post. Coincidentally, the Institute needed an ex-SWAT commander to serve as adviser of the Vanquarian element of Task Force Saber. Bias Larka fulfilled the criteria perfectly. So here he was, the grey-haired police veteran listening attentively with a frown on his face to the Novian's briefing of the situation in Novygrad.

The Institute had brought his team here for more than just drug busting. In fact it was more than just his team. Special Aviation Force pilots and Pararescue Ops men were to support his team for the operation in Novygrad. Otherwise, it would have just been a VSS SWAT officers here in place of the Tier-1 operators...maybe the Director wouldn't even have bothered with Novygrad in the first place if there had not been the possibility of a lead.

See, Veralium was a money-maker. The people who needed the money that drugs like Veralium provided were often not respectable members of civilised society. Rather, they were potentially individuals seeking to cause harm to civilised society. The trial of drug money they had been pursuing in the Empire from Moscow to the capital of Swiftea itself had branched out. Of course, the agency had deployed other teams to the other sites of interest but Novygrad was the biggest hope of reliable, actionable intelligence that the Institute hoped to obtain regarding the identity of their prime target.

So, here they were declaring war against the Palandosk Cartel for the sake of actionable intelligence. Such was the lengths Vanquaria was willing to go to for the identity of a man or maybe even a woman whose actions directly threatened the most powerful young man in Ausozera; the Autarch.

Back to the current meeting, the Remnants were making good inquiries. Stannis nodded, he would liked their questions to be answered adequately by the Novians. The Cartel they were facing had amassed such power it was ridiculous. He compared them to a major rebel cell in Vanquaria rather than a mafia group. Criminals were a whole other ballgame to play. Unfortunately for the Cartel, they had never faced a Vanquarian in combat before.
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Postby Novygrad (Ancient) » Fri Aug 03, 2018 6:33 pm

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“The fact of the matter is that the Palandosk Cartel is mainly set up in urban areas where there are many civilians. I don’t think people would take kindly to someone leveling their house to get rid of the drug cartel that works downstairs. A precision strike is the only way to get rid of them without causing problems in this area, and that’s been the problem. Both sides know it, and the cartel has taken on guerilla tactics that take full advantage of this situation,” said First Lieutenant Sokolovsky. “Not to mention, just bombing them would only give them supporters. People who join them because of having everything taken from them by a heavy handed military operation.”

“This cartel is generally low tech. People pass messages on foot because we can’t trace it, and sometimes they make use of traditional radio communications and coded messages that change often. Their explosives are generally improvised, things like molotov cocktails and homemade IEDs. As you head into the areas closer to their makeshift headquarters, however, things get tougher. You’ll run into military style weapons like mortars, armored vehicles that were stolen in raids on the NAF, soldiers with heavy machine guns, and even MANPADs that are believed to have been acquired from the black market or taken from raids on the NAF,” Sokolovsky continued, before gesturing to Sergeant Major Yakalev.

“So yes, they do have AA capabilities in limited numbers in certain areas, as we found out ourselves the hard way during the initial attempt at this operation, back before we knew what they can do. It’s important to not make the same mistakes again,” Yakalev stated. “On the note of their refining and shipping, we believe that the facilities in the Black Strip area are their refineries, while the actual locations that they grow their product are harder to pin down and are likely located in the more forested Nemoya island, which is far easier to hide a drug trade in than Madino. Not only that, but the production is spread out over a number of locales. Hit one lab, and you haven’t dented the overall production by too much. Not for a product this valuable, which gives them the funds to just keep opening more labs.”

Sokolovsky sighed, facepalming slightly and looking back down at the maps. “Point is, if it was as easy as bombing some central production center and ending all their sales, we would have done it already. This is less of a cartel and closer to a rebel movement. All of the attempts to take them out before, using simple tactics like that… Have ended poorly. We don’t need small scale raids and the like, against production centers and refineries. We need to cut the main head off of the snake to prevent it from growing more.”
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Postby New Roma Republic » Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:07 pm

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The 10-man team, plus their helicopter crews entered the room as the Novygardian was answering a question. They filed in the back as the commander, an O-1, pushed his way to the map. “My apologies for being late. Our flight over was slightly delayed.”

He got a quick update on the situation. He stared hard at the map. “Limited AA, you say? What are the chances you can provide SEAD?”

“That doesn’t of the deal with the MANPADS” pointed out of the pilots.

Augustalis stared back at the map. “He’s right. We could have another Juanito Bay on our hands. But we may have to risk that.” He looked Sokolovsky “SEAD?”
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Postby Novygrad (Ancient) » Thu Aug 16, 2018 11:08 pm

“You forget the terrain that we’re fighting on. One of the reasons why the insurgency from the drug cartel is so dangerous is that the cartel is very good at hiding their assets until it’s actually time to use them. You think you’re headed towards the safety of a clear street, and then when you pull into range, you get hit with something that you weren’t expecting. Their assets also move between buildings at times, making it hard to pin down specific targets to go after when it comes to disabling their anti air equipment,” stated Second Lieutenant Vasilyev. “In any case, an entry via air may not be the best idea anyway, with the narrow streets ensuring that no large transport helicopters will be a fit.”

First Lieutenant Sokolovsky also spoke up once again. “We do, however, have access to some of the assets from the Novian Navy ships that are near the bay. There’s some potential to use the planes stationed there to support our main goal, but not without risk and again, there’s no guarantee that SEAD runs would have any substantial results given the style of opponent that we’re facing. In the end, it’s something that we would have to talk to the Navy about.”
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Postby Novygrad (Ancient) » Mon Sep 10, 2018 3:12 am

Deployment

When the time to actually deploy came around, the teams were sent out in two unmarked vans with eight people each. The Remnant and Roma in one van, and the Novians and the Vanquarians in another one. There was another van with the Novian HQ unit in it, but that one was trailing further behind and was colored differently in addition to being a bit larger. It wasn’t apparent that it was part of the group of officers that were headed into the heart of danger, entering the Black Strip down the avenue that acted as a seam between the different zones of Cartel control that had been marked out on the maps in the planning stage. It was now or never.

They were in enemy territory, they would become targets as soon as they exited the vans, and they wouldn’t know how accurate their recon on the enemy was until they made contact in the field and saw if the Palandosk Cartel actually had what they believed they had. They were getting mean enough looks already from the locals, and they hadn’t even revealed themselves yet as officers. Once the doors to the van opened, and what was practically an army stepped out, there would be some problems. It was why it was important to move quickly. Get in, do the job, get out before something else kicked off unexpectedly.

“We’re crossing from the South Strip area to the East Strip right now,” said Fedya Sokolovsky, over the radio to the other vans. “If you believed that the south side was unwelcoming, be aware that the east side is closer to the heart of the cartel and is an actual central area for their operations. The resistance will be much fiercer than any looks you’ve gotten from the civilians since entering this area. Now, check your weapons and equipment one more time, because when you pull over, you should be prepared to move immediately and head towards the main refinery building while watching for both Cartel gunmen and the technicals that were mentioned in the briefing. They don’t know we’re coming, so we have the element of surprise… But that will only do so much against a defended location.”
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Postby The United Remnants of America » Thu Sep 20, 2018 12:42 am

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7/27/2018 - 8:15


Someone had to be the first boots on the ground. Elenes and Pan from Team A, and Mickner and Baker from Team B had drawn straws on who would lead the entry team. Baker, the second-in-command for Team B, had drawn the shortest stick. Mickner had told Baker that he was to take three others and get in one of the vans with the Romans they were going to be paired with. Mickner said he and whoever he'd left out would be up in the sky with everyone else. At least that was encouraging.

Baker took Corporal Cervantes first. He was a good breacher. Velasquez was next, since Baker decided the heavier firepower might come in useful. And finally, Baker picked PFC Montoya. The issue with Montoya was that Baker was trying to avoid the squad's FNG, Farelly. Montoya had Farelly beat in seniority by all of two months, however, so the kid wasn't much better, meanwhile, out of the three sergeants on the ISA Special Police squad, Baker was the most senior of them by several years, which was why he was Mickner's backup and the fourth element leader for the squad when they operated as a whole.

Now that they were in the middle van of the small police caravan. Directly in front of them was a van full of the Novian and Vanquarian teams, meanwhile a half a block in trail of them were the Novian unit commanders in a third van. Baker also knew that somewhere overhead and probably just out of sight were a trio of helos his people had brought to bring backup and extra support in case anything went sideways. Remnants were stupid, they prepared time and again for shit like this.

Baker looked around. The vans were driven by Novians, but in the back of the van were two benches running down either side of the van. Baker looked across the interior to the Roman sitting across from him, noting that he was the one in charge of the Roman detachment here. An update from the Novian liaison came in over his earbud.

"Hey, you're the ellie leader for the Romans. Augustalis, right? Pretty cherry of you to come yourself, but kinda dumb. You know we're probably gettin' gun waltzed, yeah?"

Montoya, sitting next to his detachment leader, chuckled, "He must need a fresh coat, Sar."

"Shut it, fuzzy."

"Heh, not anymore, Sar. You can't pull that shit on me, Farelly's squad fuzzy now."

Baker raised an eyebrow, "And I've got eight years on you, kid. You can both be fuzzy."

Cervantes and Velasquez chuckled and shared a few quips in Roskian, with Montoya cutting in, speaking a mix-mash in response. Baker looked back to Augustalis, "Fuckin' kids."




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Palandosk, Novygrad
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In the air and several blocks back, Leadfoot-1, Leadfoot-2, and Lightfoot-1 flew in a loose delta pattern, carrying the majority of the remaining Remnant personnel. The only ones left out of the helos were the three-man support unit led by Corporal Haig, who had somehow conned the Novians in the HQ van into allowing his team to come aboard and assist them while monitoring all the Remnant equipment as well.

Lightfoot-1 led the delta pattern, carrying the rest of Fire Team B and all of Fire Team A acting as a sort of RRF if the boys on the ground got into too much trouble. They even had a Mule on board if they needed it. Leadfoot-1 carried Kaminski, as well as all the attaches that had been forced upon Kaminski's command by those fucking office warriors. That left Leadfoot-2 carrying the rest of the Roman team. If a CASEVAC was needed, one of the helos would have to land and drop off its troops, which would most likely be necessary in a situation where multiple officers had been downed.

Kaminski looked at the attaches and the helicopter's sensory operator who was sitting in the back compartment with them. The sensory operator was named Myles, and he seemed like a good enough kid. In comparison, Specialist Raines had a stick so far up her ass, Kaminski was stunned she could sit at all. Meanwhile, Merzhad, that Marshal, didn't talk, which was just as well. Out of all of them, Musingo seemed the most personable. The Sentinel sniper wasn't afraid to ask questions and offer insight when he thought it was necessary.

Kaminski glanced past the bulkhead up into the cockpit, watching the sky through the windscreen. Somewhere ahead of them and on ground level were some vans loaded with cops who were about to deal with some drug dealers to put an end to a destabilizing cartel for this little country. Something told him the drug dealers weren't going to happily accept this decision. The feeling made Kaminski's stomach tight. Thoughts and worries raced through his mind as he grimaced, trying to quell the foreboding feeling, but only one thought came out strongest.

I need a fucking cigarette.
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Postby Vanquaria » Sun Sep 23, 2018 6:36 pm

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7/27/18

The Vanquarian assault team recognized the fact that this would be a very difficult operation to pull off successfully. There would be no mitigation of the damage that no doubt would occur during the assault. There was a lack of local medical or law enforcement support and the enemy was essentially a small, hardened army. Yet the team had had experience in this type of mission environment in Moscow. This specific BOG team had been specifically assembled for international counter-terrorism ops like this one and each operator was armed to the teeth with powerful accessories to assist them such as IED jammer nades, cornershots and breach charges. Stealth was not an option. That was why their weapons were outfitted to deliver maximum damage.

Flat-tipped bullets for armor-penetration against all targets, the men knew what was expected of them and what they were to expect of the others. Each a steeled veteran from Vanquarian operations around the globe, legal and illegal, they trigger fingers were disciplined but their minds less likely to recognize a screaming kid as harmless. Vanquarian Combat Doctrine strongly emphasizes the belief that if you are not the Autarch, you are a potential target.

Traveling in a van and not some modernized assault vehicle did not perturb the operators. Back in the Fatherland, the Vanquarian Mafia had evolved to adapt to their country's pervasive, inhumane approach to national security. Powerful and brutal, one of the strongest families had established a working relationship with the rebel fighters within the Empire to acquire the latest anti-armor weapons against Vanquarian SWAT vehicles. Thus, the need to remain inconspicuous and a fucking budget meant Vanquarian tactical teams only looked for the most efficient tools and not ones for jerk-off value.

Apparently, some old videos of their use of mere vans and trucks as assault vehicles had earned them respect within democratic-degenerate, cuckold nations like Esgonia.
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