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Advent Fire: The Al-Saranidi Uprising (IC, SIGNUPS, MT/PMT)

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]

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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Fri Jan 17, 2020 10:45 am

Valkiir wrote:
The Hindustani State wrote:
Mediterranean Sea

Commander Vikram Singh nearly burst out laughing at the Saranidian response. They sent a fleet of aircrafts to stop a fleet of troop carriers... escorted by corvettes.

“Fire the AA cannons” the commander ordered, as the corvettes aimed and started firing at the planes


Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with cold pitiless eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment.


“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War


Satellites picked up the increase in military band radars and the distinctive thermal flashes of weapons fire, singles flashed around the globe, and into computers, and across the monitors of the officer assigned various roles. in minutes responses dictated by contingency plans and pre-arranged codes flashed back fro their terminals, to command and control networks and receivers linked to the submarines loitering in the Atlantic. These ships were not city killing world-ending nuclear-armed doomsday warriors. they were meant for far more precise work, lethal silent assassins primed to strike at a moment's notice against enemies that might not even know they were in the crosshairs.

in this case, the strike would be a bolt from the blue, six submarines firing 24 missiles each in rapid sequence, then a second sequence thirty seconds later. the missiles were ejected from their tubes, and once reaching the surface solid-fueled rockets accelerated the missiles to twice the speed of sound climbing vertically to fifty thousand feet. solid-fueled air-breathing ramjets then ignited the sleek rapier thin missile continued to accelerate as they flew in a high arc before plunging almost vertically toward their targets. targeted by radar, thermal, multi-spectrum visual imagers, and passive radar detecting systems each missile pinged its neighbor as the missile picked out the most opportune target in the Hindustani State fleet of transports and corvettes below.

the first wave targeted the corvettes, using their fire control radars to home in on. at five thousand meters the warheads or the hypersonic Shaitain Missiles split apart into a swarm of five-kilogram, 1350 meters per second, 4,556,250 joule submunitions made of tungsten and steel. The missiles that hit their target would hit their target with a dozen or more projectiles aimed at the ship's powerplant, engines, and radars. each one hitting with the power of an anti-tank gun. In the confusion of a naval battle it was unlikely the enemy would pause to consider that the incoming missiles were from anyone but the force they ere engaging, the silent assassins would unload 144 missiles at the corvettes to neutralize the air defense, then the second wave would strike the intended target.

The transports were target with a different munition this one was a single warhead filed with microscopically powdered iron oxide, aluminum, magnesium, and zinc. If, or WHEN they hit the missiles would rip through the upper works of the ship, penetrate the hull rupture filling open spaces with a cloud of superheated metal that burst into flame instantly creating a shockwave that could blow out bulkheads, buckle the hull outward consume every molecule of oxygen available and turn human tissue into charred carbon almost instantly. That was before the ship's cargo of war materials, fuel, and other combustibles were added into the nightmarish mixes.

A ships stuck By Shaitan would not likely survive the encounter, and anyone aboard it was not long for the world, with entire units of troops herded into metal boxes and set in the middle of the ocean where there was no hiding, and no place to run, the opportunity to strike a lethal, and decisive blow was a temptation few military planners could pass up. And with a chance to increase the odds of a Victory for Saranidia being the goal, the chance was not thrown away by The war planners far far away, watching their satellite feeds in anonymity


The submarines would abruptly stop and freeze.

Across every screen was a single message.

ACTION TEMPORARILY VOIDED BY CO-OP UNTIL OP COMES IN.



OOC: Are you really telling me that you have subs firing from the Atlantic at some guy in the Eastern Mediterranean who just left the Suez and expect people to not notice?

I'm not saying it's impossible, but...
On hold until OP approves.

EDIT: Actually, voided. Combat should not begin until OP says so.
Last edited by Polish Prussian Commonwealth on Fri Jan 17, 2020 10:48 am, edited 1 time in total.
"Furthermore, I submit that Carthage NSG must be destroyed." t. Marcus Porcius Cato

IC name is "Blauveldt-Ryszana".

A traumatized, but recovering, MT-Early PMT/FanT constitutional monarchy consisting of a personal and constitutional union of two Realms. Features: near-universal gun ownership, governmental dysfunction, terrified Christinaslander Air National Guard personnel counting down the days until they rotate back home, and an eternal standoff with the last of it's former oppressors.


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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Fri Jan 17, 2020 10:47 am

Saranidia wrote:
The Hindustani State wrote:
Mediterranean Sea

Commander Vikram Singh nearly burst out laughing at the Saranidian response. They sent a fleet of aircrafts to stop a fleet of troop carriers... escorted by corvettes.

“Fire the AA cannons” the commander ordered, as the corvettes aimed and started firing at the planes


The planes carried out relentlessly.

They flew to the troop carriers, close enough to land on them(dead or alive) if they fell and began bombing anywhere there were signs of activity.

The Al-Saranidi Navy sent 58 corvettes of their own.
The Syria government was told they would not fire on them unless fired upon.

Voided. You can't instantly deploy ships. In addition, planes that close will be shot down, patriotism or not. In addition, combat has not begun.
Last edited by Polish Prussian Commonwealth on Fri Jan 17, 2020 10:49 am, edited 1 time in total.
"Furthermore, I submit that Carthage NSG must be destroyed." t. Marcus Porcius Cato

IC name is "Blauveldt-Ryszana".

A traumatized, but recovering, MT-Early PMT/FanT constitutional monarchy consisting of a personal and constitutional union of two Realms. Features: near-universal gun ownership, governmental dysfunction, terrified Christinaslander Air National Guard personnel counting down the days until they rotate back home, and an eternal standoff with the last of it's former oppressors.


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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:02 am

EDIT:

Fuck me, lol.

I misinterpreted a conversation with the OP.


Valkiir, your missile launch is now unvoided, although I'm still not comfortable with the fact that you're literally deleting a fleet.
Saranidia, your action is void, Hindustan, your actions are unvoided.
"Furthermore, I submit that Carthage NSG must be destroyed." t. Marcus Porcius Cato

IC name is "Blauveldt-Ryszana".

A traumatized, but recovering, MT-Early PMT/FanT constitutional monarchy consisting of a personal and constitutional union of two Realms. Features: near-universal gun ownership, governmental dysfunction, terrified Christinaslander Air National Guard personnel counting down the days until they rotate back home, and an eternal standoff with the last of it's former oppressors.


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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:18 am

At long last, offical declarations of war were generated against Saranidia.

2 public letters would arrive at the inbox of the Sisterly Leader.
OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM THE PRUSSIAN-POLISH MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
Then Amoz’s son Isaiah sent this message to Hezekiah: “This is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says, to whom you prayed concerning Sennacherib king of Assyria. This is the message that the LORD has spoken in opposition to him:
“‘The Virgin Daughter of Zion
despises and mocks you;
the Daughter of Jerusalem—
she tosses her head behind you as you flee.
Whom have you insulted and reviled?
Against whom have you raised your voice
and lifted your eyes in pride?
Against the Holy One of Israel!
By your messengerss you have insulted the LORD,
and you have said,
“With my many chariots
I have climbed the heights of mountains,
the utmost heights of Lebanon.
I cut down its tallest cedars,
the choicest of its pines;
I reached its remotest heights,
the most verdant of its forests.
I myself dug wells
and drank foreign waters;
with the soles of my feet
I dried up all the streams of Egypt.”
“‘Didn’t you hear
how in the distant past I decided to do it,
how I planned from days of old?
Now I’ve made it happen—
that fortified cities become devastated, besieged heaps.
Their inhabitants are devoid of power,
and are terrified and put to shame.
They’ve become like plants in the field,
like green shoots,
like grass on rooftops,
scorched by the east wind.
I know when you rise up
and when you sit down,
your comings and goings—
and how you’ve become enraged at me.
Your insolence has reached my ears,
so I’ll put my hook in your nose
and my bit in your mouth,
and I’ll make you turn back on the road
by which you came.


AN OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM THE PRUSSIAN-POLISH REICHSWEHR
The Reichswehr to the Sisterly Sultana!

O Sultana, Saranidian devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of empress are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou daughter of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.

Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian prostitute, brewer of Jerusalem, whore of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, granddaughter of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine mother!

So the Prussian-Poles declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
-Generalfeldmarschall Aleksander Kowalczyk, on behalf of His Majesty the King of Prussia and Poland, last remnant and faithful subject of the Holy Roman Empire of the Germanic Nation, and with him all of Prussia-Poland




As of now, no country has attempted to talk Prussia-Poland down.
Last edited by Polish Prussian Commonwealth on Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:19 am, edited 1 time in total.
"Furthermore, I submit that Carthage NSG must be destroyed." t. Marcus Porcius Cato

IC name is "Blauveldt-Ryszana".

A traumatized, but recovering, MT-Early PMT/FanT constitutional monarchy consisting of a personal and constitutional union of two Realms. Features: near-universal gun ownership, governmental dysfunction, terrified Christinaslander Air National Guard personnel counting down the days until they rotate back home, and an eternal standoff with the last of it's former oppressors.


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Postby Saranidia » Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:34 am

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:
Saranidia wrote:
The planes carried out relentlessly.

They flew to the troop carriers, close enough to land on them(dead or alive) if they fell and began bombing anywhere there were signs of activity.

The Al-Saranidi Navy sent 58 corvettes of their own.
The Syria government was told they would not fire on them unless fired upon.

Voided. You can't instantly deploy ships. In addition, planes that close will be shot down, patriotism or not. In addition, combat has not begun.

OOC: I didn’t say that the ships are there yet
Mostly represents my views but what I think a Middle Eastern nation should do which will be sometimes different to what I think a western nation should do(because the people have different needs in different places)

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Postby Saranidia » Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:45 am

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:At long last, offical declarations of war were generated against Saranidia.

2 public letters would arrive at the inbox of the Sisterly Leader.
OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM THE PRUSSIAN-POLISH MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
Then Amoz’s son Isaiah sent this message to Hezekiah: “This is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says, to whom you prayed concerning Sennacherib king of Assyria. This is the message that the LORD has spoken in opposition to him:
“‘The Virgin Daughter of Zion
despises and mocks you;
the Daughter of Jerusalem—
she tosses her head behind you as you flee.
Whom have you insulted and reviled?
Against whom have you raised your voice
and lifted your eyes in pride?
Against the Holy One of Israel!
By your messengerss you have insulted the LORD,
and you have said,
“With my many chariots
I have climbed the heights of mountains,
the utmost heights of Lebanon.
I cut down its tallest cedars,
the choicest of its pines;
I reached its remotest heights,
the most verdant of its forests.
I myself dug wells
and drank foreign waters;
with the soles of my feet
I dried up all the streams of Egypt.”
“‘Didn’t you hear
how in the distant past I decided to do it,
how I planned from days of old?
Now I’ve made it happen—
that fortified cities become devastated, besieged heaps.
Their inhabitants are devoid of power,
and are terrified and put to shame.
They’ve become like plants in the field,
like green shoots,
like grass on rooftops,
scorched by the east wind.
I know when you rise up
and when you sit down,
your comings and goings—
and how you’ve become enraged at me.
Your insolence has reached my ears,
so I’ll put my hook in your nose
and my bit in your mouth,
and I’ll make you turn back on the road
by which you came.


AN OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM THE PRUSSIAN-POLISH REICHSWEHR
The Reichswehr to the Sisterly Sultana!

O Sultana, Saranidian devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of empress are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou daughter of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.

Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian prostitute, brewer of Jerusalem, whore of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, granddaughter of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine mother!

So the Prussian-Poles declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
-Generalfeldmarschall Aleksander Kowalczyk, on behalf of His Majesty the King of Prussia and Poland, last remnant and faithful subject of the Holy Roman Empire of the Germanic Nation, and with him all of Prussia-Poland




As of now, no country has attempted to talk Prussia-Poland down.


The letter is published.
The PPC are presented as misogynistic potential rapists and the men of Saranidia as having a duty to join the forces to protect their wives, daughters and sisters.
Those are extreme fighting words in Arabia and many Al-Saranidi military veterans on YouTube responded with provocation of a similar type in diss tracks and in many Bedouin families effigies are burnt symbolise the barracks of Unit 777 that was attacked by rogue agents.
60% of Pashtun men and 95% of Bedouin men of military eligibility age but older or younger than mandatory service age have applied to join the forces.
Most are accepted.
Now it was personal.
Mobs roamed the streets beating up men suspected of being rebels.
In small towns ,especially Bedouin areas , and in Pashtun areas of New Sirte the police sometimes only come to their aid if they first curse the rebels.

There is an an arrest warrant signed for the man whose name was on the letter.
If caught he would be sentenced to 80 lashes, 2-6 years in prison, a £500,000 and registering as a sex offender.
Last edited by Saranidia on Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:56 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Fri Jan 17, 2020 11:45 am

Saranidia wrote:
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Voided. You can't instantly deploy ships. In addition, planes that close will be shot down, patriotism or not. In addition, combat has not begun.

OOC: I didn’t say that the ships are there yet

Still voided until Exodia undoes it.
"Furthermore, I submit that Carthage NSG must be destroyed." t. Marcus Porcius Cato

IC name is "Blauveldt-Ryszana".

A traumatized, but recovering, MT-Early PMT/FanT constitutional monarchy consisting of a personal and constitutional union of two Realms. Features: near-universal gun ownership, governmental dysfunction, terrified Christinaslander Air National Guard personnel counting down the days until they rotate back home, and an eternal standoff with the last of it's former oppressors.


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Postby Saranidia » Fri Jan 17, 2020 1:24 pm

Jerusalem, Palestine, Disputed Isratine

Muhammad Al-Ahmari walked to a nightclub next to a bus stop to rest awaiting the remainder of the journey.
He texted his boss “got stopped by IDF or something,
Persuaded them to let me pass- no violence or coercion just explaining things.
Taking a break because I had to walk a lot of the way, if you want me to carry on I will but I am not as smart when I’m tired. No one is, Sheikh.”


He then walked in and called a girl who had light-brown skin and black hair “cute” and asking her to dance with him.
He didn’t know if she was Arab or Jewish but didn’t care anyway.

He was still dressed in his Bedouin clothes and was looking admiringly both at girls that look Arab and girls that look like European Jews.
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Vote Lisa Nandy

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Postby Valkiir » Fri Jan 17, 2020 2:11 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:As of now, no country has attempted to talk Prussia-Poland down.


A small group of women stepped off an airliner into the customs area of The airport, Looking up at the greetings to warsaw in various languages they adjusted the tailored bright white dresses, jacket and wide-brimmed hats that wore and walked to the nearest customs desk. Presenting Diplomatic Credential from the Republic Of Valkiir. Looking up the person behind the desk would be presented with the sight of Three women standing over six feet tall, extremely fit, and athletic, with white hair and pink eyes.

"Please we are on official business for the republic" they explained speaking almost in sync.

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Postby Saranidia » Fri Jan 17, 2020 2:17 pm

Central New Sirte, New Sirte, Saranidia
A number of people, mostly Al-Saranidi working class, Al-Saranidi Bedouins and Pashtuns hold a “festival” burning NRS flags.
The event had been sanctioned by New Sirte and had Federal guards.

Some people(contrary to government orders) burn effigies of Unit 777 barracks and fired shots in the air.

The police came and they was brief stand-off and shouting match before “Wahid the Tailor” intervened.

“Woah, woah you wanna arrest these good people because they love their country?! Haven’t we all got a war to think about?” He asked, rhetorically.

“Ok next time, Wahid.” They said and walked off.
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Mostly represents my views but what I think a Middle Eastern nation should do which will be sometimes different to what I think a western nation should do(because the people have different needs in different places)

Vote Lisa Nandy

Copy this into your sig if you know sex and gender are different and did not fail biology.

RIP grandpa kitchen

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Postby Diarcesia » Fri Jan 17, 2020 3:39 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:
AN OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM THE PRUSSIAN-POLISH REICHSWEHR
The Reichswehr to the Sisterly Sultana!

O Sultana, Saranidian devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of empress are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou daughter of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.

Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian prostitute, brewer of Jerusalem, whore of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, granddaughter of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine mother!

So the Prussian-Poles declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
-Generalfeldmarschall Aleksander Kowalczyk, on behalf of His Majesty the King of Prussia and Poland, last remnant and faithful subject of the Holy Roman Empire of the Germanic Nation, and with him all of Prussia-Poland




As of now, no country has attempted to talk Prussia-Poland down.

Domus Arigotus
Arcesius, Diarcesia

"Your Primacy! I bring this communication we receive in the Saranidian situation," a staff member of the Archonate gave the sealed letter to one of its recipients. For the Archons' eyes only: it had not been in Diarcesian news yet.

"This is supposedly of little concern to us. But thank you, I'm aware we have some sensitive business over there."

The staff person nodded, and left, leaving Phlegomy alone in his office...

The Monarch Diarcesian had to resist smiling and laughing after reading the contents of the letter, sent on behalf of Crassus King of Prussia and Poland as an official declaration of war to Saranidia, for he found it humorous.

Very flowery words, I must say, which are more or less an insult to everyone but me. Very amusing. What else has he got? Imagine someone telling him to feast with molten gold in his lips, like his namesake, he thought.[1]

[1] Inspired from this post.
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Postby Saranidia » Fri Jan 17, 2020 3:45 pm

Saranidia wrote:Jerusalem, Palestine, Disputed Isratine

Muhammad Al-Ahmari walked to a nightclub next to a bus stop to rest awaiting the remainder of the journey.
He texted his boss “got stopped by IDF or something,
Persuaded them to let me pass- no violence or coercion just explaining things.
Taking a break because I had to walk a lot of the way, if you want me to carry on I will but I am not as smart when I’m tired. No one is, Sheikh.”


He then walked in and called a girl who had light-brown skin and black hair “cute” and asking her to dance with him.
He didn’t know if she was Arab or Jewish but didn’t care anyway.

He was still dressed in his Bedouin clothes and was looking admiringly both at girls that look Arab and girls that look like European Jews.

A bus stop, East Jerusalem, Former Palestine, Contested Isratine
He waited for the bus.
“Just need to get the bus, sheikh, I will curse those people you’re talking about then see if anyone responds.”
Last edited by Saranidia on Sat Jan 18, 2020 3:00 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Postby The Hindustani State » Sat Jan 18, 2020 12:19 pm

Isratine, South of Haifa

A small fishing boat, looking no different than what the average village fisherman uses, appeared over the horizon, and made its way towards the coast of Northern Isratine. While the men could’ve come by land or air, they wanted to get in without a trace (they figured an abandoned fishing boat on the coast wouldn’t look out of place). They were dressed in regular attire that any random person in Isratine could be seen wearing. Onboard, what seemed to be a fishing crew of 10, were actually Hindustani spies, working for RAW, a colloquial term for Hindustan’s secretive intelligence department, whose actual name was unknown to the public.

The men had brought with them food, water, and encrypted communications devices that could communicate with both the Syrian military base, each other, and Varanasi, but nothing else. They also had regular cell phones for use outside of their mission. 3 of the men had suitcases, filled with cash in the currency used in Isratine. They would all use aliases. The actual name of the mission leader and main line of communication was Vikrant Gholap, alias "Muhammad." They were all armed with an HWB Auto 9mm pistol, a Hindustani weapon which was not uncommon in the region, stemming back to Hindustan’s extensive involvement in the Syrian Civil War in the 2010s. They were all Hindustani men, yet the Subcontinental South Asian phenotype was unique in that it remarkably resembled Arabs, although they were genetically vastly different. They would not look out of place in the region.

The boat landed on the desert coast near a fishing village, far away enough that it wouldn’t be noticed by the locals. The men made their way to the village, where they would find someone to pay to give them a ride to Haifa itself, 20 minutes away by road. They had good knowledge of Arabic, although a slight accent could be heard occasionally. When asked for their purpose, they would respond with "Going to the city to sell the surplus catch" which they claimed was in the food boxes they had brought with them.

Once in Haifa, they would split up, two to a group with 5 groups, maintaining contact with each other, and checking in to different inns. They knew there was a liberal faction in the revolution, but like all insurgent groups, they were incredibly hard to find. The men would have small talks with locals about the revolution, hoping to find any lead possible to the liberal faction.
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Postby Diarcesia » Sat Jan 18, 2020 5:26 pm

Valkiir wrote:
Diarcesia wrote:
DNS Crotalias
Valkiiri cargo ship. This is a Diarcesian naval ship. We received your emergency call. What specific repairs do you need? We can send a helicopter to your position in 30-45 minutes to assist.

CV Montauk Conveyor
"We have leaks below our water line, a busted fuel line, and injuries including a broken leg, and a broken arm. We lost half our engines when we had to shut down the fuel lines on our port side." A very angry captain replied after a moment" We need permission to enter, and a tow to the port of Gibraltar for repairs and medical assistance. and if ya don't mind would you blow that damn Tin Can out of the water. Its a menace to navigation."


DNS Crotalias

Blowing the tin can is a negative. We'll send a helicopter with a team of technicians and some medics over there. Can your vessel land a chopper on its deck?

After a moment of silence, the captain said "Alright, everybody, let's go." and his team all ran toward the helicopter. Ordinarily, they would be doing this in training exercises, but now there was a minor emergency and a small part of their minds welcomed a change of situation. Even though the wind was blowing hard, all of the craft on the deck were secured and none budged a millimeter. Weather conditions, despite this, still allow for a helicopter flight. The captain called out to his team for final checks. Before he left the bridge, he needed to make sure that all of their devices were in working order. Before he left the ship, he wanted to make sure that the tools for stopgap fixes to the Montauk Conveyor and first aid kits were in hand...

CV Montauk Conveyor

After a few minutes of inspecting the Montauk Conveyor's damages, one of the technicians, with the help of a tiny mend-robot, made a small but very telling discovery.

"Holy shit, that thing is done banged up!" he exclaimed, pointing at the fuel line. "You're lucky as hell that it didn't go further than this," he told one of the cargo ship's workers beside him.

In the bridge, the Diarcesian team's captain discussed the situation with his civilian counterpart, doing his best to be cordial in his exchange, "...and keeping this in the shipping lanes is an important consideration, with the war and the mines that are lain about. What was the port's response? I think if someone's gonna tow you, it'll be them."


Saranidia wrote:“Ok, let’s go to the Jerusalem.”
Captain Pathan is not the merchant.


Rural Palestine, Contested Isratine

“So,” Ibrahim said to the Pathan brothers. “You two come with me. We have some transportation. I guess you can pick up yours here later?”

In the Arcana Force's van, parked in the outskirts of the town, Sheleem gave a gist of the latest status update on their side. "We have a farm in the hinterlands (and guarded so as to not give bandits and rebels any ideas), we're considering selling them."

They would soon be heading to Jerusalem and discuss more particulars in one of the hotel conferences.


The General's House, Near Acre, Contested Isratine

The General came down for his messenger, who just arrived with choice food and newspapers. He greeted them with a short, but pointed question. "What brings you to the gates of Hell?"

"Nothing particularly special, just a few months late," the messenger answered.

"Welcome back," the General replied. "Make sure you're not followed. The sky is still pretty dark outside, and stars can still be dimly seen through the haze. He stood where he is for a few more minutes of silence that seemed to last forever, as if the General were expecting something else out of the messenger.

Finally, the messenger read out the newspaper that was with him. "This is the declaration of war of the Polish Prussian Commonwealth, a letter from Generalfeldmarschall Aleksander Kowalczyk is sent to the Sultana of Saranidia."

"I think I'm going to like the next few months very much," the General smiled as they walked back to one of the buildings. "I feel my days of hiding are nearing an end."

The messenger turned to him with a perplexed gaze.

"This place isn't much, but what do you think of calling this land 'New Hetrica'?"


Haifa, Contested Isratine

The operatives of Arcana Force XVII had stayed in their rented room for several days, since shortly before the beginning of the war declarations. They would rehearse their timings in the planned raid of the General's house and list the possible complications that can arise, even before the raid. Now that the tempest started to brew, a lot of the calculus in this mission would change. Many of the hiding rebels and warlords would crawl out of the woodwork any time.

Will crawl out of the woodwork.

"A brilliant idea," their leader would say when one of them thought it out loud during the evening discussion. Ploearch Rangabe gave them the leeway to change plans depending on local and geopolitical developments, given the nature of the place.

"We will are still poised to proceed with Plan A, but starting tomorrow, let's subtly send rumors about a new group of insurgents that wishes for a liberal democratic Isratine. Why that kind of group in particular? It's one of the gaps in the kaleidoscope of armed groups that has its presence wanting here."
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Postby Valkiir » Sat Jan 18, 2020 6:09 pm

Diarcesia wrote:
DNS Crotalias
Blowing the tin can is a negative. We'll send a helicopter with a team of technicians and some medics over there. Can your vessel land a chopper on its deck?

After a moment of silence, the captain said "Alright, everybody, let's go." and his team all ran toward the helicopter. Ordinarily, they would be doing this in training exercises, but now there was a minor emergency and a small part of their minds welcomed a change of situation. Even though the wind was blowing hard, all of the craft on the deck were secured and none budged a millimeter. Weather conditions, despite this, still allow for a helicopter flight.. The captain called out to his team for final checks. Before he left the bridge, he needed to make sure that all of their devices were in working order. Before he left the ship, he wanted to make sure that the tools for stopgap fixes to the Montauk Conveyor and first aid kits were in hand...

CV Montauk Conveyor
After a few minutes of inspecting the Montauk Conveyor's damages, one of the technicians, with the help of a small mend-robot, made a small but very telling discovery.

"Holy shit, that thing is done banged up!" he exclaimed, pointing at the fuel line. "You're lucky as hell that it didn't go further than this," he told one of the cargo ship's workers beside him.

In the bridge, the Diarcesian team's captain discussed the situation with his civilian counterpart, doing his best to be cordial in his exchange, "...and keeping this in the shipping lanes is an important consideration, with the war and the mines that are lain about. What was the port's response? I think if someone's gonna tow you, it'll be them."

The crew in the hold near the broken fuel line nodded as the looked it over. The strange thing about the situation was that the smell of diesel or fuel oil was not in the air, just an odd oily smell, and the scent of rubbing alcohol." we burn Bio-Diesel...It shouldn't be a problem till ya preheat it, then compress it. Those turbines back there will run on aftershave and rotgut if ya want em to." the chief engineer grinned a bit.

The Captain of the Montauk Conveyor Extended a worn and grimy hand"Thanks, friend, yer a good man." Like most of his crew, the accent was thick, guttural and slow. and the crew all seemed to have just a moment of hesitation in answering as if they were having to translate the words mentally before speaking. The fact he had been up this elbows in the repair obvious from his uniforms state. "The Monty is a good ship, she won't go blowing up till she gets us back to port."

"I think we can make port on our own now, all we'll need is permission to berth from the locals." He visibly paused at the mention of mines. "I heard about the war, and all over the radio, but I had not heard anything about mines...I think somebody better put that on the evening news before some poor fool decides to shave a few hours off his route and blows himself to high heaven."

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Postby Sudbrazil » Sat Jan 18, 2020 7:09 pm

Mobilisation
Galilean Christian Party building, Nazareth



One by one they came in. Their families had been those of statesmen, merchants, great warriors and princes before the Muslims, before the Zionists. At the dawn of time itself, they had been there. Though many had been slain, many had been cast out, and worse still, many had abandoned the Faith, there they remained, and there would remain the faithful Arab, subjugated or not. But now, the West had lost its primary airfield in the Middle East. Now was the time to strike, to make this land truly theirs. And among the whispers of sovereignty, among the bankers and politicians and Arab academics, the laymen and priests there present, a voice rose up, that of Colonel Constantin Haddad.

“There soon comes a time when we will shed the hypocrite’s cloak to strike at the oppressor.” started the Lebanese veteran, “And we must be ready for that time. Already our lobbyists have contacted authorities in the Russian Federation…”

He was the true head of the party, despite being unheard of, and understood that the pen could only go so far. Though they had gone great lengths through peace and discussion, their patience now ran short. Understanding that only the automatic rifle would get their message across, they had readied themselves, running on time afforded by the troubles down south. Already flyers and messages had been sent, whispering to trustworthy men over the seas and in the Arab refugee camps around the city. A few dozen had presented themselves, and a few more had been sent to the compound in the countryside. It was expected that they would be able to at least fill a company with local volunteers by the end of the week, but how to transport and arm them discreetly was still an important question. It was true that the Sarinidiands hadn't had the time to extend their security network up north, and the local Jewish police was quite sympathetic, but the Intelligence Service already reported watchful eyes prying in the lands down south, where the other rebels hid. They had to hurry.



“Watchman, this is dromedary. Approaching the northern gate now, over.”

Abdullah’s Scrapyard was a good distance north from the curious eyes of Nazareth and in fact, any point of interest. A backwater, by definition, if there even was such thing in such a small country. There was nothing particularly out of the ordinary in the place itself, but its solid brick walls and heaps of scrap metal were excellent for concealment. And conceal things Abdullah did. A few dozen rifles of Soviet and American make, one or three anti-aircraft guns brought from yonder, a few rusty artillery pieces of whose origin only the Lord was sure… Earlier this week, he had even concealed a dozen men with military backgrounds in his house. They payed well for the stock that still worked, and praised the same and only God, so like any good Arab he made quick friends with them. Some of those men, now in khaki suits, opened the gate as Abdullah watched from the chair in his office, polishing the AKM he was to shoot if anything went wrong. A large truck sallied into his yard with a dusty tarp covering its cargo.

“Fifty washing machines for Yussuf Abdullah! Straight from the boneyards!” yelled the driver as he jumped off the cab. Already the men pulled and pried at the cover like a pack of curious animals. After hard struggle with the ropes, it came off, revealing the familiar dome and hull of a tank. The driver apologized for he knew it wasn't the most comfortable, but the Soviet’s were the only ones small enough for his truck. Besides, he wasn't sure about the maths, but the Western ones still weighed much more than fifty washing machines. Abdullah had never seen such a machine up close, and it seemed to him that it was in a poor state despite what the Galileans said.

That night, Abdullah’s Scrapyard shedded it's normaliity, and there was much rejoicing.

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Postby Saranidia » Sun Jan 19, 2020 6:39 am

Central New Sirte, New Sirte, Saranidia
A journalist first interviewed a random participant(an Al-Saranidi man, half Bedouin, who worked as munitions factory worker)
“Why did you show up today?” She said

“I felt it was necessary.
That rich general man was just acting like we were bastards and idiots.
He acted like my brother ate shit!
Yeah, Cos my brother’s in the Army; he’s an infantryman, Private 1st Class;
So was my dad,
He was a Sergeant, went all round the Middle East; So was his dad.
He called my daughter, my mum and sisters whores!
I won’t stand for it.
If he was here he would have to face me like a man!
Oh and now they want war!
Well let’s show em.”

“Ok.
Do you want war?”
She asked
“No because my brother and also the people like him on the other side would die.
A PPC kid don’t necessarily like Crassus; their just fighting for their country;
Like my brother does for mine.


But we’re not going to be pushed around and be their faggots!”

“Ok. What’s your opinion on the effigies?”

“Well I don’t like what happened but I don’t really care.
They were traitors.”

The same journalist then interviewed
Two of the organisers of the event:
Sheikh Khalid Al-Awaqir; Lieutenant-Colonel, BSC and
Muhammad Wahid AKA “Wahid the Tailor”.

“So Sheikh Al-Awaqir, what is your motive for organising this?”

“Protesting against the insults to the honour both of our brave armed forces and women descended from our clan as well as showing our contempt for this treasonous movement!”

“So this theme of insult is quite common.
Would you say the Generalfeldmarshall aggravated the situation?”

“Definitely;
In my tribe there are people beating up men they think were involved.”

“What is your opinion on people who say this is a hate rally?”
She asked
“It’s not.” He answered

She then interviewed Mr.Wahid.
“Why did you take part in this?”
She asked

“Because I love my country; oppose imperialism and don’t take kindly to insults to my people,
Also why Would he insult a lady?
Probably compensating for problems in his marriage!
It’s also the cause that these people are picking a fight.
I hope they desist.”

She then asked “what about the argument with New Sirte Police over the effigies etcetera?”

“Oh.
Something about those traitors.
Ordinary people are angry.
MSJ is supposed to protect the workers;
I don’t think the Army would have ordered that.
What happened was some plainclothes soldiers got angry.
I might run for Mayor of New Sirte to promote genuine social justice whilst overcoming the raising tide of snowflakes!”
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Postby The Hindustani State » Sun Jan 19, 2020 12:40 pm

Haifa, Isratine

Over time, the Hindustani men had begun picking up vague information on a new faction within the Al-Saranidi insurgency, one which wished for a liberal, democratic, and secular nation. All intelligence that was potentially important was encrypted and sent to the Hindustani base in Syria.

Ashish Kumar, alias "Ali," was speaking to a local man in Haifa regarding there liberal revolutionaries, "So… what do you know about them? They seem pretty interesting."
The Hindustani State। हिन्दूस्तानी राष्ट्र
Theocratic South Asia ruled on Hindu principles, and having expelled all invader religions
NOT A NAZI! THE SWASTIK IS AN ANCIENT HINDU SYMBOL

2021: A New Decade - Republic of India

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Postby Saranidia » Wed Jan 22, 2020 9:45 am

The People’s Islamic Federal Police request an Interpol Red Notice for Marie Ernst Glück
of the Polish Prussian Commonwealth for 2nd murder of a police officer in the course of his duties, manslaughter of a number of soldiers and police officers and aiding and abetting desertion.

OOC: OP, National Revolutionaries of Saranidia does Interpol accept?
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Postby Al-Khalifiya » Wed Jan 22, 2020 10:19 am

It had been several days since Prime Minister Osman Diyadan announced joint war game training between Al-Khalifiya and Saranidia. The unit first rallied up was the 8th Gold Combat Brigade. This was a heavy unit supported by T-90 tanks and motorized infantry.

The first units to fly out were members of the support element. These were mechanics, cooks and various staff trained to help set up and maintain the unit’s equipment. Even in a training scenario, the Khalifiyan units needed to be supported.

Of course, many high ranking Khalifiyan officers knew trouble was brewing in Saranidia. The two countries had been working together for some time. There were even future Khalifiyan officers training in Saranidian military academies.

“The international community has given Saranidia a bad rap”, said PM Diyadan in a speech announcing the war games. “Our nation is not a fully Muslim nation, though we are Kurdish Arabs. Through our coordination, we will show how open and tolerant the host nation can be.”

Secretly, Khalifiyan troops were preparing for war. They had been briefed and told to keep the truth to themselves. Contact with their family back home was now limited. Hostilities has not yet started in earnest, yet many knew conditions were brewing in that direction.

Flights were planned to carry thousands of soldiers over the next few days. Their heavy equipment was behind, which much of it needing to arrive by ship. Several anti-aircraft vehicles were also being transported by air. Infantry BTR transports were also being shipped by flight.

Not all Khalifiyan forces would fight conventionally. Some of the “support staff” first arriving would wear civilian clothes and blend in with the populace. If any vehicles traveled across Saranida with hostility, they would be subject to improvised explosive devices. Foot patrols would meet Khalifiyan snipers.

Khalifiyans were zealots who were not scared to die. Before the westerners fought the war that toppled the original Khalifiyan regime, the lands citizens were brainwashed to fight. After they saw the war they be became used to its effects.

The government had slowly been introducing Saranidia to its citizens as a good land filled with their brothers and sisters. While many soldiers were nervous, they stood ready to defend people they trusted.

Right or wrong.

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Postby Free Azadistan » Fri Jan 24, 2020 12:59 pm

Khalid Ali telephoned his Mexican and Afghani associates.
“Right.
Gentlemen, not that’s your fault but
I don’t like the Mexican government and I don’t like the Afghan government!
I think the later can be overthrown if we pool our forces and found allies.
The former must be infiltrated:
I think you should get into leftist parties then put them on our payroll,
Rally the anti-imperialist left to our cause, burn USA flags in both countries and curse your rivals as gringo-backed traitors.
Azadistan after Munkcestrian colonialism.
Does not represent my views.

I am the same player as Saranidia

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Postby National Revolutionaries of Saranidia » Mon Jan 27, 2020 8:09 pm

Haifa, Contested Isratine

The smell of food- Western, Jewish, Arabic- combining with the senses of the nearby Mediterranean, and the bright chatter of language and colors as diverse as the cuisine gave off a welcoming sort of feel. Dockworkers and sailors chattered while daily citizens made their late-morning commute around them.

"They are an interesting bunch." Joshua Kohani replied, talking while under the umbrella of a coffee shop over a plate of turkey schnitzel, conversing with the Hindustani operatives- not that he knew who they really were, but he had a feeling they were definitely foreigners, speaking Arabic in an accent he wasn't familiar with and a much darker skin tone than the rest.
He was in a talkative mood today. He was friendly with everyone he met, but this group smelled like a good payoff.

"They've got recruiters and reps all throughout the area, up until the border- but majority of their combat forces and command will be situated to the south. Me, I'm trying to help some family here run a business but I'm glad to support their cause and war effort. Ali, is it?" He finished the last bite of his meal and took a sip of iced coffee. "You're looking for liberals, right?" Joshua smiled and chuckled to himself. "If you need a place to stay, I might turn you over to some people who can take care of that, run a local inn and all. But I might be able to take off some time and take you to where the people you're looking for might be.
However- there might be a catch or two."
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A semi-secular Middle Eastern revolutionary movement around Saranidia and the Holy Land, composed of wildly varying factions ranging from neoconservatives to libertarian socialists to quasi-fascist Ba’athists- and all have about had enough.

________

Not actually Saranidia.
RP puppet of Democratic Exodian Territories.

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Postby Saranidia » Tue Jan 28, 2020 8:51 am

The Bedouin went on the bus to West Jerusalem.
He planned to insult the National Revolutionaries of Saranidia and then observe people’s responses.
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Postby Saranidia » Fri Jan 31, 2020 11:21 am

Army recruiting officers greet the people who had left the USA, United Kingdom, Sweden, Canada and Polish-Prussian Commonwealth to join the Al-Saranidi Army
“What are your skills?” The recruiting officers ask.
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Postby Saranidia » Fri Jan 31, 2020 11:22 am

Recruiting e-mails are also sent to Afghanistan and Mexico.
They aim to recruit devout Muslim Afghan nationalists(in Afghanistan) and left-wing, liberation theology supporting churchgoers(in Mexico)
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