Peacekeeping in the Congo (IC)

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South Acren
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Moralistic Democracy

Postby South Acren » Thu May 28, 2020 9:51 pm

City of Bandundu
The Sturmtruppen Officer watched the busy intersection with almost disdain. A few time he had to break up fights or curse out some driver but it was generally quiet. Until, that is, he spotted a young man walking down the sidewalk. The kid just had a strange vibe to him. Almost paranoid. The Officer watched him cross a street, then turn into an alleyway. The Officer grabbed his radio as he crossed the road, following the kid. "Ich brauche ein Backup auf Alpha Boulvard" He then looked down the alley and saw two men, plus the kid, talking. One handed the kid a bag, while the other held an AK. The Officer reached for his radio again but a bullet smashed into his center armor plate. The Officer collasped, stunned and dazed, but not too wounded. He crawled to the side of the building and grunted into his radio. "Scheiße ... ich ... Offizier schlug, schickte ... Verstärkung"
15 minutes later
3 AV-93 Trexus APCs had blocked the road, and 30 Sturmtruppen surrounded the house. When they arrived, the shooter and the two others had run inside, then began shooting at the troops. A small group, 5 men strong, snuck down the alley, reaching the backdoor. The lead soldier gave a silent count then kicked open the door, running inside. The other troops followed in, carefully checking the small rooms they passed. They reached the front room, where they found the three men. They shot the gunman, then the other older man when he ran for the AK. The younger kid cowered in a corner, hiding behind a stack of packages containing white powder. The lead soldier grabbed him, then lead him outside. As they escorted him to the APCs, a flame trooper moved close and burned the house and its contents. This came at a protest from the younger kid. "Hey thats the expensive shit!" The escorting troops stopped and faced him. "Shut up, drugs are illegal and your lucky we didnt gut you here." One soldier smashed a fist into his face and knocked him out as the house burned to ashes behind them
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Postby San Claver » Fri May 29, 2020 2:50 am

Santuario del Campamento, just outside Muanda, Congo

The reason a drug lab had been built in Kitombe was because it was a small town. Right next to Muanda, it mostly housed folk who were too poor to actually live in the city. This had made it easy to get a lot of thugs into the town-- "Hey, we'll give you an apartment in Muanda if you leave your house today without asking any questions". The locals never got an apartment, of course, just a bullet to the head, but it had worked. These same facts made it really difficult to raid the lab without tipping them off, however. Vehicles coming into Kitombe? They're tipped off. Lots of new faces? Buyers they don't know? Suppliers they don't know? They're tipped off.

So Captain Martinez had to come up with a different solution-- one that didn't end in a massive gunfight across town. Honestly, he was surprised they had found it at all. One of the plain-clothes soldiers had overheard someone say something, and next thing you know, they found a meth lab. He saw it as a stroke of luck-- taking a hard stance against drugs early on would, hopefully, dissuade the Santeos Cartel from trying to set up shop here.

"I think our only solution is a night raid. We go in, take out the perimeter guards with suppressed weapons, and then breach both sides of the lab at once. No tear gas, no flashbangs or nine-bangers, or the lab will blow-- we go in conventionally and shoot or capture everyone inside." Martinez said, marking on a map where the fireteams would be moving.

"They'll hear us. Suppressors are effective, but they don't silence gunshots," one of his lieutenants objected.

"Hm... you're right," Martinez said, thinking. All of the sudden, it came to him. "I know how we can get around that, actually, if the Colonel can pull some strings."

Kitombe, Congo

Two fireteams lay in wait, hiding just outside the village with their suppressed AK-74's at the ready. They waited in silence, watching the African thugs carefully, waiting for the moment to strike. They heard it coming, but it wasn't quite there... yet.

Overhead, four San Claveran Typhoon fighters pulled much closer to land than they ordinarily would, especially at night. It was possibly the first time San Claver had used attack fighters in a mission where they didn't attack, but it got the job done and gave the new pilots some practice. They soared over Muanda and Kitombe, turned around, and began to fly home. A refueling plane would meet them over the Atlantic to ensure safe passage.

On the ground both fireteams fired, dropping the perimeter guards under the cover of the fighters overhead. They rushed forward, careful to not make any noise they didn't have to, and placed breaching charges on the front and back doors of the building the lab was in. The charges went off within a second of each other, and both fireteams rushed the building. Any plans that had been made for how to storm the building were thrown out the window-- the entire scene was, instantly, one of chaos. Bullets flying, French curses and Spanish orders cried over top each other, smoke and gas filling the air. The raid, from taking out the perimeter guards to securing the lab, took around three minutes. In the end about 20 Africans lay dead alongside two San Claverans, with six Africans captured. The meth lab was secured without blowing up, and Martinez considered that a win, despite the losses.

The loss of the lab, combined with a recent seizure in Bandundu, created a meth shortage in eastern Congo. Dealers had to figure out another source, and word began to spread that it had been found in Muanda. This new source had better quality meth than what they were previously getting and came in packages with a skeletal angel logo and the word "Santeos".

Moanda Airport, Muanda, Congo

The Congoese didn't want San Claver to use Kitona Base to resupply, or for anything really. Sergeant Lopez didn't know why, and if she was being honest, she didn't care either. Moanda Airport was more convenient for offloading supplies and transporting them to Camp Sanctuary anyway. The supplies were being offloaded from a cargo plane and placed straight onto a semi-truck for transport. All in all it was a pretty simple job, sans Lopez's special interest in some of the cargo.

"Not that one-- it goes in the other truck," Lopez said, pointing to the unmarked box truck a few meters away.

"Doesn't this go with the other--" the private carrying the marked crate stammered.

"No, the top of the crate has red corners. It goes in the truck."


"Do I look stupid enough to question orders?" Lopez replied, her voice rising. The private shrunk a bit and put the crate in the truck, then resumed his duties. There were six marked crates in this plane, all of them labelled food, all of them carrying drugs-- mostly meth, but a good amount of cocaine and other drugs too. When the driver of the box truck confirmed that all of the crates were there, he gave Lopez a casino chip and drove off. As Lopez watched her men finish loading the semi she fingered the chip. Explaining to her superiors how she had come across a few thousand pesos in the middle of Africa would have been a problem, so the Cartel hadn't paid her in pesos. They'd given her a chip worth 5,000 pesos at one of the Cartel-owned casinos in San Claver, and if all went well, she'd have a few more by the time this deployment was over.

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Postby Mersdon » Mon Jun 01, 2020 8:55 am

Near Kamina Air Force Base
15 NM West of the Congo River

Three hundred feet above the rusted rat's nest of houses, markets, and structurally unsound web of shantytowns that made up the most part of Bas-Katanga's capital, three HAL Light Combat Helicopters wound their way towards the newly-reconstructed railway station in town. The signals detachment of the Indo-Congolese force had advised the base commandant that some shifty activity was underway near the station, which had been, for the most part, a no-go zone for much of the 8th Military Police Battalion, Orissa State, that garrisoned the town. It would be an understatement to say that most of the town lacked, as one attached Western observer put it, "some semblance of law and order". However, stating that the town was wanting of any form of fair, evenhanded justice or patrolmen would be even more apt. 500 men, armed with their state-issued wooden clubs, their sidearms, and the uniforms on their backs (albeit with a new waterproof uniform ensemble, plus a 'ghee bowl', as the conscripts not-so-affectionately called their repurposed airsoft helmets) could not hope to begin pushing out the entrenched militias, drug rings, and petty crime that oozed within the city limits, as it did with all other Sub-Saharan towns, it seemed; so the Governor had finally had enough and had sent in the bad boys.

300 men of the elite paramilitary Special Action Branch and Tactical Operations Network had been flown in from Lusaka the day previous, along with a large contingent of the Assam Rifles' 1st Brigade. These two units had been accused of either enabling or committing multiple war crimes within the Congo, including extrajudicial killings, rape, extortion, and mass murder (although for the latter, the squad leaders accused merely stated that they were purging 'anti-peace elements in the civilian population' and were acting in the best interests of the Congolese people). Nevertheless, much arm-twisting and bargaining by the Indian UN delegation and by its diplomatic establishment had managed to keep international scrutiny off their backs, for now.

The Indian army, over the course of its involvement in this particular peacekeeping mission, had found that tactics not dissimilar to those used almost 90 years prior by the United States in the Vietnam War were quite useful in asserting its control over the incredibly hostile (environmentally and socially) Congolese jungle. Aerial cavalry tactics were especially effective in keeping crime and warlordism down in-country, with India's main military focus in its regions of responsibility now being the establishment, construction, and provision of decent airfields (ranging from steel-and-concrete revetments and bunkers and asphalt runways to rough helipads hacked out from elephant grass in the middle of nowhere) for its mobile forces. The ageing MiL gunships employed by the IAF, a common sight over Kashmir and the restive Bangladeshi borderlands, were not very effective in any environment outside of the cities (due to their noise and small range), which meant that Pumas, Eurocopters, indigenous Indian designs, and even the occassional sixth-or seventh-hand Huey could often be seen drifting across the landscape, or flitting from landing pad to landing pad in Katanga.

So, now, a stick of 6 riflemen, armed with double-burst AK-94s and clad in camouflage that would make Ho Chi Minh proud, were roaring above the inhumanly humid and hot canopy of the African jungle, heading for some sort of meth lab or kiddie abduction base run by some pothead, like they almost always did. Against regulations (but in keeping with local practice), all of the soldiers were not wearing their helmets, nor their heavy armor plate. Some were clad in Bermuda shorts, while others had hockey helmets on their heads, but they could still feel the sticky heat creeping into their pores 3,000 feet above the ground.
"What you waaaant, fook'ead?" inquired the squad jokester, a fresh-faced private by the name of Khan. "The humidity take out all of the coolant from your overworked head, subadar-major?"
"No, just felt like today'll be a bit of a long one. This could be the third meth lab/child soldier boxing ring/slaving pen complex that we'll deploy into in as many days. I'm thinking about asking for a rotation to Lubumbashi or to Boma, Lord Vishnu knows how you're better off dead than deserting anywhere less than a thousand kilometers from this godforsaken country," said the chalk leader, motioning with his hands and head for added emphasis.
"Think we'll find any Pakis embedded with them today?"
"Like always."
"And will you deal with them with your usual flair? Are you going to take back your personal Jammu and Kashmir?"
"Perhaps. I've still got a vial of pig's blood from when I 'donated' to the Kisangani blood drive. Ha! Maybe we can see whether they are true followers of the Prophet, PBUH." Subadar-Major Rahim Yar Chakladar chuckled.
"Bismillah, brozzer, I shall beat you with my shoe!" snorted another of the riflemen, exaggerating heavily. "We shall only allow them to go free once they eat a pulled pork sandwich in front of our eyes!"
"By Rama! Jai Hind!"
"Jai Hind!"

"Drop them until you can no longer see their piccaninny, meth-imbued, watermelon smiles!" screamed Lieutenant Balyeet Iskandar, the company's inveterate racist, neck veins bulging.
Swarming the cattle paddocks that marked the edge of the complex (of course, setting the bovines free and leading them out of harm's way before advancing), five fireteams- over 30 men in total, in jungle smocks and armed with flamethrowers, assault rifles, and sharpened spades- fastroped from their waiting rides down to the marshy ground. Three men had the nerve, as well as the working equipment, to fire back; two men toppled to the ground from 30 feet in the air, the harsh, warm scent of coppery blood penetrating the air, but the fighters were promptly 'put down', to put it kindly, moments later. Leaping and bounding over the corpses of their enemies, as well as the corrugated shacks that housed the women and servants of the camp, the 3rd Rifle Company, 1st Brigade, Assam Rifles, cleared the blockhouses that evidently housed the high command (based off of the sheer volume of fire pouring out of the central complex) with jellied gasoline, fire, and with a hefty dosage of close air support courtesy of the nascent Katangan air force's MiGs. Two hours later, when the camp had been sufficiently razed to the ground, the casualties counted, the men executed, the women and children abducted, and the burials conducted, 85 Congolese lay dead, as did 3 Indians. As with every other mission conducted by these unsung janitors of the new Indian order in Katanga, this skirmish went unrecorded, save for a cursory few platitudes and references at the funerals of the dead; but those that were killed never got the chance to tell their stories, as did millions more, at the hands of the Indian military. Later that day, following some R&R back at Kamina Barracks, the company would go on to hit three more labs and suspected rebel hideouts in the jungle, destroying each and every one with extreme prejudice. As per usual, they took no casualties, and also par for the course, the Congolese never had a chance. Those who would have the misfortune to stumble upon the charred ruins of Kemba, Hulheba, and Mokonwe hamlets would only see, smell, and feel death until the corpses, the huts, and the cassava plantations would be swallowed back into the ever-encroaching jungle, like thousands of other locations.


The Indian contingent at the mouth of the Congo River eyes the San Claverian presence in the area with guarded friendliness. Although the Congo could really, really, not use any more nations deciding to 'liberate' more mining interests in the basin than it already has, their intentions seem entirely well-meaning. With the Boma port almost complete, the Indian navy offers its use to the Caribbean state's naval vessels in its humanitarian operations.

In coordination with Polish-Prussian elements from the 17th Podhale Rifles (and with their knowledge, having been informed by the Indian attache present at headquarters to the move a few days prior), 500 Indian troops from the 4th Poona Lancers and the Special Action Branch (alongside three Coast Guard cutters and a rotating cast of Katangan and Indian aircraft) enforced a land, sea, and aerial blockade on the British contingent on the DRC's coastline, on the basis that UN control of the area had been well-established before the British landing, and that furthermore, their presence was not required nor neccessary. Food supplies can still be flown in by Indian/Prusso-Polish transports, but until the British either withdraw or otherwise strike a deal with the provisional authorities in Boma and Matadi, they will not be permitted to resupply. Humanitarian operations continue, as does reconstruction, in the area without major disruption; 100 million new rupees (or 55 million zloty) are made available to Prusso-Polish aid groups and NGOs in their zone of control to aid them in developing their own humanitarian programs there.

The Indian government is only partially satisfied with the Orion Republic's response to its ultimatum. However, it is very much encouraged by their administration's willingness to compromise in good faith. As a result, Indian forces begin shifting their focus elsewhere in the country, rather than just being on standby to be dropped into Kinshasa at the drop of a hat.
The Republic of India applauds the efforts by the Orion Islands to be more open with regards to the make-up and machinery of state that is forming within their area of control; however, we are cognizant of the fact that reform and the advance of truly free, liberal democracy must be continued within the national territory of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. It is evident to us in New Delhi as well as our dear friends in Lubumbashi, however, despite the veneer of constitutionality and democracy that the Orion Republic wishes to confer upon their 'Federal Republic', their Congolese state is not truly independent nor politically free. Firstly, a unified peace plan for the Congo basin has not been agreed upon by the protecting powers present in the country, as well as by any body that is truly representative of the peoples of the DRC; and neither has any framework, beyond what guidance and what resolutions the UN passes to guide us in our respective deployments here. Secondly, the giving away of this presumptive successor to the DRC's security establishment and control of said establishment to the Orion Republic's Marines appears to be a renunciation of that government's right to exist, aimed at giving the Republic a say in Central African affairs and at controlling one of the most powerful and resource-rich waterways in the world, and is incredibly disadvantageous for those who reside upstream. As well as the hundreds of millions of native Congolese who will not be able to partake in the Kinshasa government's 'democratic process', there will be millions more who have already been marginalized by the formation of this presumptive national authority, due to their geographic circumstances and their lack of connections to the Orionite authorities in downriver. Thirdly, the Government of India would like to query what oversight or impartial observation was put in place during the drawing-up of the OEC's legislative districts for this new government, and whether their formation of new seats extends to the other UN-patrolled and outside-controlled areas of the nation, and if so, whether the new government is going to make a move to seize said regions by force if neccessary.

India wishes to continue working towards a solution that is not only amicable, but is acceptable to all parties and the interests of the Congolese nation and people. It firmly believes that a peaceful end to the current situation in the Congo cannot be worked towards by unilateral actions and declarations that weaken the social and political fabric that binds all Congolese into one nation. It certainly must be imperative that the Orion Islands, as well as other UN member states, begin taking their mandate to keep the peace and foment democracy more seriously. The Government of India does not wish to spill blood in the name of said peace, especially against a nation with which it had previously had no quarrel; thus, believing in the good faith and compassion of the Orion Islands' government, it kindly requests that the Orion Islands at least temporarily suspend their current administration in Kinshasa to allow for the forging of a new, truly representative framework agreeable and representative of all Congolese. We thank you for your time and effort.
Witness my hand, and my seal, and in the name of the Government and People of India,
Signed, Prime Minister Lakshmi Swar.


The mercenaries in Lubumbashi appeared iffy to the Indian governor there. They seemed pretty decent human beings, but being a former mercenary himself, Lieutenant General Shah knew the risks of having men loyal solely to the man with the fattest checkbook in town mixing and chatting up his poorer men. He did decide to take them up on their offer to liaise and inform each other of their movements in the city, but he decided not to budge on the issue of Indian control over the city and its critical rail and air connections. He could not afford to lose those, and although they would be free to ship in and out of the town at will (provided that they didn't requisition rolling stock and/or aircraft from the government), the Army firmly indicated that the situation in the region was much too fluid to allow for them to even think about handing over more districts to the mercenaries' control. Coincidentally, 8,000 fresh arrivals from the Indian subcontinent were marched on parade through the now-renamed Avenue d' Liberation, in a show of strength. The tanks and half-tracks, unfortunately, have torn up much of the road and have added over half a million dollars to New Delhi's outstanding development tab.

Healthcare, education, and farming programs continue as intended in Katanga. Nord-Kivu's townships have been tamed enough to allow for the slow introduction of aid programs into the province; once Sud-Kivu is tamed by the roving air-cavalry regiments, a lot more rupees can expect to be poured through the region.
In other news, the first sitting of the provisional legislature of Katanga is held, with Belgian jurist and Chief Justice of Katanga Paul-Jean de Molenbeek presiding; the meeting bears some fruit, with the election of a new Speaker of the Legislature, the apportionment of some funds for infrastructure development, and the passing of a series of bills focused on road and rail development in Katanga, alongside the beginning of hearings on the apportionment of resource holdings in the legislature's purview. A motion to form a new Katangan government, with a Prime Minister and an independent Cabinet, was presented to the Indian C-in-C Congo, but was rejected due to its ambiguity towards whether said government would be of a national or regional kind, due to the ongoing back-and-forth between New Delhi and the Orion Republic. Another sitting is scheduled soon, although the exact date has not yet been set.

The Technate's offer is gladly accepted by the Indian government. Rolling stock begins running between Maputo, Beira, and Lubumbashi; and the first few chartered jetliners, full of troops on leave and on deployment, begin stopping over in Technate-operated airfields. New Delhi, however, wishes to gain a clearer picture on what Governor Chifuniro desires in terms of territorial holdings or resource concessions, if he sees them as part of his deal with the government. The 16th Division will be welcomed, contingent on liaison and careful coordination of their forces' movements with the Indian formations there (in order to avoid the recent friendly-fire incident over the east of the country); repairs and the refurbishment of the Katangan railway system continues, spurred on by government and UN cash, which coincidentally results in hundreds of thousands of Indian laborers (mostly from the more impoverished states of Bihar, Assam, and Gujarat) filing forms at their local government offices wishing to gain assistance in emigrating to the Congo.

Bothered by the deployment of so many of their sons and brothers abroad, seemingly to protect the interests of India's powerful tech lobby, and with the arrival of the first sets of flag-draped caskets back in the country, some opposition gathers against New Delhi's involvement in the Congo. This does not appear to bother anybody other than the grieving families and a few overly concerned taxpayers, although this may change in the future.
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