Al Saranidi School of Insurgency(IC/post-MT or MT)

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

/tag for impending air raid

[Kowani]

Mohamed, realizing that he was in over his head, began to pray to Allah, walking out of the ruined classroom, shaking all the while. Upon reaching the door, he looked back once, before walking through it, keeping his head down as he did so.

[Rusthenia]

Mohamed, realizing that he was in over his head, began to pray to Allah, walking out of the ruined classroom, shaking all the while. Upon reaching the door, he looked back once, before walking through it, keeping his head down as he did so.

Vladislav Ivanov while running out of the school would see him and begin to aim his handgun "Muslim pig! get on the ground!"

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Johann chuckled. "Kamerade! Don't waste your breath on him, just shoot him!"

[Rusthenia]

Johann chuckled. "Kamerade! Don't waste your breath on him, just shoot him!"

Mohamed would have a bullet in his skull as Vladislav Ivanov throw his handgun into his former classroom and got his AK-47 out of his bag "Whats the best way out?" he asked Johann, then he muttered into his headset "Get the Naval squadren coming Ivan! we have operation underway!"

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Johann chuckled. "Kamerade! Don't waste your breath on him, just shoot him!"

Mohamed would have a bullet in his skull as Vladislav Ivanov throw his handgun into his former classroom and got his AK-47 out of his bag "Whats the best way out?" he asked Johann, then he muttered into his headset "Get the Naval squadren coming Ivan! we have operation underway!"

"We're fucking pinned down, boy! 120 tanks outside, Lethens are dealing with them!"

[Rusthenia]

Mohamed would have a bullet in his skull as Vladislav Ivanov throw his handgun into his former classroom and got his AK-47 out of his bag "Whats the best way out?" he asked Johann, then he muttered into his headset "Get the Naval squadren coming Ivan! we have operation underway!"

"We're fucking pinned down, boy! 120 tanks outside, Lethens are dealing with them!"

"I meant are there any fucking ways out without getting tank'd! Rusthenia is only sending an naval squadron!" Vladislav would yell at Joahnn "Because the Lethens might fucking bomb us by accident"

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

"We're fucking pinned down, boy! 120 tanks outside, Lethens are dealing with them!"

"I meant are there any fucking ways out without getting tank'd! Rusthenia is only sending an naval squadron!" Vladislav would yell at Joahnn "Because the Lethens might fucking bomb us by accident"

"Nope! We're stuck here, fun right?"

[Rusthenia]

"I meant are there any fucking ways out without getting tank'd! Rusthenia is only sending an naval squadron!" Vladislav would yell at Joahnn "Because the Lethens might fucking bomb us by accident"

"Nope! We're stuck here, fun right?"

"yeah 'fun'!"

[Danceria]

Bleeding, but alive, Sulieman crawled his way across the floor. Trying to find out who was alive, and a safe exit, he recited the Shahada, du'a, and sura, slightly impeded by the sensation of blood flowing into and out of where it wasn't supposed to be.

"Lā... ʾilāha illā... llāh muḥammadun... rasūlu... llāh" he professed firstly, before slumping to the ground, coughing small spotlets of blood. Once recovering his breath, he lurched forward. He recited every dhkir he knew by heart, perhaps as a prayer of dying to himself and his comrades, or perhaps as a rallying cry to those still alive.

"Allaahummak-fineehim... bimaa... shi'ta./O Allah, suffice me against them however You wish.
Qul.. huwal... laahu ahad; Allah... hus-samad; Lam yalid... wa lam... yoolad; Wa lam... yakul-lahu... kufuwan ahad!/Say: He is Allah, the One and Only;
Allah, the Eternal, Absolute; He begetteth not, nor is He begotten; And there is none like unto Him."
Iza... jaa-a nas... rullahi walfath, Wa ra-aitan... naasa yadkhuloona... fee deenil laahi... afwajah, Fa sab bih... bihamdi rabbika... was taghfir, innahu... kaana tawwaaba./When comes the Help of Allah, and Victory, and thou dost see the people enter Allah's Religion in crowds, celebrate the praises of thy Lord, and pray for His Forgiveness: For He is Oft-Returning (in Grace and Mercy).

There were cold dead bodies, faces either placid by death, or contorted into shock and pain. With every set of eyes he closed, panic wrought within him, and agonized crawling began with one destination in mind. Escape.

"Rabbanaa... ighfir... lanaa zunoobana... wa... israafanaa... fee amrinaa... wa sabbit... aqdaamanaa... wansurna... alal... qawmil... kaafireen!/Our Lord! forgive us our sins and our transgressions, establish our feet firmly and help us against the disbelieving folk!
Rabbana... iftah... baynana... wabayna... qawmina, bialhaqqi waanta... khayru... alfatiheen/Our Lord! decide between us and our people with truth; and Thou art the best of deciders
Famaiy... ya'ma...l mithqala zarratin... khai raiy-yarah! Wa maiy-y'amal... mithqala zarratin... sharraiy-yarah!/Then shall anyone who has done an atom's weight of good, see it!And anyone who has done an atom's weight of evil, shall see it!

Perhaps by miracle, perhaps by determination, perhaps by carelessness, perhaps by the will of the All-Merciful, Who Changeth, yet Is Changed Not, those first responders would find a half-living young boy. Bloody, barely breathing, but still alive. Hoarsely whispering prayers and praise to the bitter end...

[Frievolk]

"This just got too complicated" January-I thought in his mind. Thankfully, the direct line that had... awaken him... was still near. "Authorization Code AB-003 Tyrol" he mumbled, as he still waited near the now larger group that had apparently come to raid the school. "We need Reinforcements."

"Acknowledged, January-I" the blank voice responded. "Reikswächter is nearby and ready for support. ETA is 25 minutes." For the first time since the shootout had originally started, January paled. He sped up, rushing towards the group now made of a Polish-Prussian, and a Rusthenian. "The Reiksmarine is getting in on the game too." he warned, "We have twenty minutes to get away from here before it is turned into a literal hellzone. Add that to the already active Lethen involvement and..." he shut up, and continued "We need to find the highest ground possible."

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Somewhere in Exodia [GHOST LOCATION]

“Just in. Reports of Lethen and Prussian-Polish aerial units engaging in combat over the Middle East.”
A uniformed soldier said, passing a file folder to a pale, bespectacled young man and turning on a TV in front of him, showing snippets of a private electronic newscast-style briefing.

“Thanks, Clark.” The young man replied in a slight Russian accent, as he stared at it for a moment in slight disbelief.

He then picked up the phone.
“Hey, Sergei? I think it’s a good time to test out our Rapid Deployment and Extraction group to full force. It’ll be a great dress rehearsal for Rustler’s show.”

Saranidian airspace

2 RF-187 turboprop gunships with additional 2 turbofans, alongside 18 Rainmaker II VTOLs, 5 YF-17 Crusader interceptors and 7 R-8 Determinator multiroles headed towards the Saranidian border.

A voice echoed over the radio.
“Alright, everyone, heads up. You’ll be doing sweeps of the place. Any armor on the ground must be taken out at all costs; the Rainmakers and 187s will provide precision cover while others establish air superiority. Just get in, drop off the Fulton, have them pick it up, and get out. If another nation gets them, we can’t do anything, but consider it a victory. We don’t have time for this. Clear?”

“Roger that. Crystal, sir!” the pilots and crews responded in unison.

“That’s great. Godspeed and happy hunting. Over. The voice boomed one more, before crackling out.

As soon as they came within view, |nation name| tanks and vehicles became peppered with blazing fire, both standard 25mm HE rounds from the fighters and specialized 30mm AP rounds from the gunships and VTOLs. As soon as they were identified, Exodian jets plunged into the formations of Saranidian Air Cavalry, triggers flying.

[Saranidia]

Bleeding, but alive, Sulieman crawled his way across the floor. Trying to find out who was alive, and a safe exit, he recited the Shahada, du'a, and sura, slightly impeded by the sensation of blood flowing into and out of where it wasn't supposed to be.

"Lā... ʾilāha illā... llāh muḥammadun... rasūlu... llāh" he professed firstly, before slumping to the ground, coughing small spotlets of blood. Once recovering his breath, he lurched forward. He recited every dhkir he knew by heart, perhaps as a prayer of dying to himself and his comrades, or perhaps as a rallying cry to those still alive.

"Allaahummak-fineehim... bimaa... shi'ta./O Allah, suffice me against them however You wish.
Qul.. huwal... laahu ahad; Allah... hus-samad; Lam yalid... wa lam... yoolad; Wa lam... yakul-lahu... kufuwan ahad!/Say: He is Allah, the One and Only;
Allah, the Eternal, Absolute; He begetteth not, nor is He begotten; And there is none like unto Him."
Iza... jaa-a nas... rullahi walfath, Wa ra-aitan... naasa yadkhuloona... fee deenil laahi... afwajah, Fa sab bih... bihamdi rabbika... was taghfir, innahu... kaana tawwaaba./When comes the Help of Allah, and Victory, and thou dost see the people enter Allah's Religion in crowds, celebrate the praises of thy Lord, and pray for His Forgiveness: For He is Oft-Returning (in Grace and Mercy).

There were cold dead bodies, faces either placid by death, or contorted into shock and pain. With every set of eyes he closed, panic wrought within him, and agonized crawling began with one destination in mind. Escape.

"Rabbanaa... ighfir... lanaa zunoobana... wa... israafanaa... fee amrinaa... wa sabbit... aqdaamanaa... wansurna... alal... qawmil... kaafireen!/Our Lord! forgive us our sins and our transgressions, establish our feet firmly and help us against the disbelieving folk!
Rabbana... iftah... baynana... wabayna... qawmina, bialhaqqi waanta... khayru... alfatiheen/Our Lord! decide between us and our people with truth; and Thou art the best of deciders
Famaiy... ya'ma...l mithqala zarratin... khai raiy-yarah! Wa maiy-y'amal... mithqala zarratin... sharraiy-yarah!/Then shall anyone who has done an atom's weight of good, see it!And anyone who has done an atom's weight of evil, shall see it!

Perhaps by miracle, perhaps by determination, perhaps by carelessness, perhaps by the will of the All-Merciful, Who Changeth, yet Is Changed Not, those first responders would find a half-living young boy. Bloody, barely breathing, but still alive. Hoarsely whispering prayers and praise to the bitter end...

Paramedics and the special air Fedayeen
find him "ok brother
let's
get you to safety."
He is picked up as are the Al Saranidi students and carried to an Air Ambulance.

[Saranidia]

Somewhere in Exodia [GHOST LOCATION]

“Just in. Reports of Lethen and Prussian-Polish aerial units engaging in combat over the Middle East.”
A uniformed soldier said, passing a file folder to a pale, bespectacled young man and turning on a TV in front of him, showing snippets of a private electronic newscast-style briefing.

“Thanks, Clark.” The young man replied in a slight Russian accent, as he stared at it for a moment in slight disbelief.

He then picked up the phone.
“Hey, Sergei? I think it’s a good time to test out our Rapid Deployment and Extraction group to full force. It’ll be a great dress rehearsal for Rustler’s show.”

Saranidian airspace

2 RF-187 turboprop gunships with additional 2 turbofans, alongside 18 Rainmaker II VTOLs, 5 YF-17 Crusader interceptors and 7 R-8 Determinator multiroles headed towards the Saranidian border.

A voice echoed over the radio.
“Alright, everyone, heads up. You’ll be doing sweeps of the place. Any armor on the ground must be taken out at all costs; the Rainmakers and 187s will provide precision cover while others establish air superiority. Just get in, drop off the Fulton, have them pick it up, and get out. If another nation gets them, we can’t do anything, but consider it a victory. We don’t have time for this. Clear?”

“Roger that. Crystal, sir!” the pilots and crews responded in unison.

“That’s great. Godspeed and happy hunting. Over. The voice boomed one more, before crackling out.

As soon as they came within view, |nation name| tanks and vehicles became peppered with blazing fire, both standard 25mm HE rounds from the fighters and specialized 30mm AP rounds from the gunships and VTOLs. As soon as they were identified, Exodian jets plunged into the formations of Saranidian Air Cavalry, triggers flying.

The Saranidian Air Cavalry fight to the bitter end and a signal is given to the government to tell them they are at war.

[Saranidia]

The Air Ambulance flies to Kallipolis General Hospital.

It then lands.

[Saranidia]

The Sisterly Leader of Saranidia sitting in one of her residences says "I offer peace talks to the leader
of
Exodia Governor Shang."

[Saranidia]

15 members of the Special Air Fedayeen break down the door and ,whilst waiting outside, point their guns at the Frievolkian spy "You are under arrest for terrorism, murder, intimidation
abuse of Islam in the course of violent crime,
hirabah and a breach of the peace. We are not police officers this is an arrest as members of the public and soldiers".

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Johann tossed a frag into the group and pushed Janurary out of the way.

At that moment the chopper arrived and he dragged January and the Rusthenian over to it.
The minute they were on the chopper rose quickly.

As soon as they took off, a flight of Prussian-Polish Thunderbolts blanketed the area with cluster munitions, clearing the way for the Lethens.

The chopper left the scene rapidly and soon reached a Prussian-Polish carrier.
As they stepped off, Johann turned to January.
"That's enough, Mr. January. You can go to sleep now."

[Frievolk]

About the same time January-I and Johann had boarded the Transport, the ETA for Reikswächter's arrival had finally been reached. The Carrier Strike Group of the third Hinterflotte had finally reached striking range. The Larger Supercarrier, as well as its smaller Destroyer counterparts opened fire towards the ground of the Al Saranidi school of insurgency with reckless abandon (obviously, no precision was required, the missiles being guided and all)

The Chopper took off as the school, caught between Lethen, Prussian-Polish, Exodian, and Frievolker assaults, became almost a definite hellzone.

Johann, The other agent uttered Jaunary's recall code. When he would regain concsiousness, he would probably thank whatever god he believed in that January had been immobile, as upon hearing his recall code, January did exactly as ordered, and went to sleep. The spy fell into soundless slumber as his head once again dropped to his chest, the only sign of him being alive his chest's movement. By the time he would wake up, one of Mr. Welayatmadaar's thirty harmless programmed personalities would surface, playing him as a harmless fellow, if somewhat clueless about how he had arrived inside a military chopper and why the school he'd been inside of was burning into oblivion.

[Saranidia]

12 of the SAF members died
the wounded ones wave white flags.

[Saranidia]

Kallipolis Police tape off the scene of the bombing and give first aid to the wounded SAF members.

[Saranidia]

At the hospital the students' wounds are disinfected and then the bandages are put back on.
They are also given a lot of water to drink.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Abruptly, 10-inch shells rain down on the hospital, fired by the Prussian-Polish Kaiserliche Marine offshore.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Skies over Saranidia

“Son of a bitch!”

4 jets are shot down in the process- an R-8 is torn apart by Saranidian fire, its pilot perishing. 2 YF-17 interceptors and another R-8 multirole suffer from engine failures after sustaining gunfire and are forced to ditch, being too close to the ground for a parachute landing.

3 surviving pilots and 2 surviving copilots, their uniforms blank and without national markings, and armed with machine pistols, PDWs, and high-caliber revolvers, attempt to head towards the fleeing men.

“Skies are clear, gentlemen. Let’s get everyone on their feet.”
The gunships drop several Fulton recovery devices with ballistic-fiber balloons to their men, as well as several figures they see approaching the hill.

Federal Chateau, New Collective City

As the bright lights of the midmorning shone through the curtains, Shang adjusts his suit and turns on a monitor to a video chat with his Intelligence Ministry.
“I’m going to disavow the entire operation, as per usual. Say that I don’t even know what’s happening. Those planes might be ours but they bear no markings anyway.
I’ll need you boys to back me up in case they press further. Carry on.”

Sighing, he picks up the phone, and seeing the Sisterly Leader’s name requesting a call, he picks up.
“Yes, Madame Khan?
No, I don’t seem to understand- why are you calling me?”

[Saranidia]

Skies over Saranidia

“Son of a bitch!”

4 jets are shot down in the process- an R-8 is torn apart by Saranidian fire, its pilot perishing. 2 YF-17 interceptors and another R-8 multirole suffer from engine failures after sustaining gunfire and are forced to ditch, being too close to the ground for a parachute landing.

3 surviving pilots and 2 surviving copilots, their uniforms blank and without national markings, and armed with machine pistols, PDWs, and high-caliber revolvers, attempt to head towards the fleeing men.

“Skies are clear, gentlemen. Let’s get everyone on their feet.”
The gunships drop several Fulton recovery devices with ballistic-fiber balloons to their men, as well as several figures they see approaching the hill.

Federal Chateau, New Collective City

As the bright lights of the midmorning shone through the curtains, Shang adjusts his suit and turns on a monitor to a video chat with his Intelligence Ministry.
“I’m going to disavow the entire operation, as per usual. Say that I don’t even know what’s happening. Those planes might be ours but they bear no markings anyway.
I’ll need you boys to back me up in case they press further. Carry on.”

Sighing, he picks up the phone, and seeing the Sisterly Leader’s name requesting a call, he picks up.
“Yes, Madame Khan?
No, I don’t seem to understand- why are you calling me?”

OOC: No markings? do they look Exodian?

"Allegedly Exodian planes bombed us. I am glad you are talking to us. I am glad you don't know which suggests they are not Exodian. thank you"-Sisterly Leader Miriam Khan