Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:23 pm“Really?”
He put his arm around the man’s shoulder “I hope to make sure that changes. Any way, I don’t think we introduced ourselves. We are men and women soldiers from Insaanistan.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:23 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:25 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:25 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:27 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:27 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:30 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:31 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:33 pm“Okay. What about...” his eyes drifted to a poster on the wall. Why was he drawn to it? Then he realized it was written in Ajami. Hausa Ajami.
Maybe if they knew of Mogadishu, the knew of him.
“Ever heard of Mustafa Abu Jamal?”
Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:33 pm"No."
OOC: I'm sorry I had to. I can't stop laughing
Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:38 pmRomextly wrote:-Insaanistan- wrote:“Okay. What about...” his eyes drifted to a poster on the wall. Why was he drawn to it? Then he realized it was written in Ajami. Hausa Ajami.
Maybe if they knew of Mogadishu, the knew of him.
“Ever heard of Mustafa Abu Jamal?”
"No."
OOC: I'm sorry I had to. I can't stop laughing
(*Insert “bruh” sound effect.)
“Okay then. Well, we would like to establish ties with you guys. Who is your leader?”
Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:38 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:39 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:40 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:41 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:42 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:44 pmPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 6:44 pmPosted: Wed Dec 09, 2020 12:38 pm “The wolves will eat well this winter.” ¬ Attributed to a Finnish officer in the Winter War
Allanean Military Headquarters, Port Chainbreak
Once the command of the air is obtained by one of the contending armies, the war becomes a conflict between a seeing host and one that is blind. ¬ H. G. Wells
Allanean Military Headquarters, Port Chainbreak
They assembled around the table – Hamington, in a dark-red cape, Brigadier-General Adrien Gould in mossy-green camouflage cloak wrapped around his shoulders, and some representatives of the abolitionist nobles' militias. Present also were men of Hamington's personal force of ex-slaves – the Unbroken, who were being trained every day under the oversight of Allanean instructors.
"Those slavers are very brave," – Hamington said, pointing his hand at the table. The table surface was a screen, displaying a map of Candabaumie. Places where the slaver rebels had attacked were marked in red. "They have attacked here, murdered hundreds of men, blown up the silver mines. Engineers are now looking at what can be recovered. They've also attacked here, here, and here. They are very brave. But the odds are not on their side."
"How so, Your Excellency?" – one of the Unbroken asked.
"They have no access to the shores – which are patrolled by our ships. The skies are patrolled by our airplanes and drones, and satellites scan their location. And it is a very cold winter."
"So what if it is cold?" – someone asked – "Surely they know how to light a fire."
"That is their choice." – Hamington smiled. "It is a harsh winter in Candabaumie. They can choose to spend their nights cold, at gods know how many degrees below freezing – or they can light a fire, and tell every drone and plane and man with an infra-red light where they are. If it is a small group of rebels the drone will just drop a small missile on them. And if it is a large one – then we will hit it in strength."
He turned to the Unbroken. "I want you to continue training. When the time comes to send you into battle I want you to be as well-trained and fierce as any other Freemen. "
To the nobles' militiamen he said. "I will instruct my men to issue you with snowmobiles and you can start patrolling the forest roads. The sooner we can find these gangs, the better."
"Those slavers are very brave," – Hamington said, pointing his hand at the table. The table surface was a screen, displaying a map of Candabaumie. Places where the slaver rebels had attacked were marked in red. "They have attacked here, murdered hundreds of men, blown up the silver mines. Engineers are now looking at what can be recovered. They've also attacked here, here, and here. They are very brave. But the odds are not on their side."
"How so, Your Excellency?" – one of the Unbroken asked.
"They have no access to the shores – which are patrolled by our ships. The skies are patrolled by our airplanes and drones, and satellites scan their location. And it is a very cold winter."
"So what if it is cold?" – someone asked – "Surely they know how to light a fire."
"That is their choice." – Hamington smiled. "It is a harsh winter in Candabaumie. They can choose to spend their nights cold, at gods know how many degrees below freezing – or they can light a fire, and tell every drone and plane and man with an infra-red light where they are. If it is a small group of rebels the drone will just drop a small missile on them. And if it is a large one – then we will hit it in strength."
He turned to the Unbroken. "I want you to continue training. When the time comes to send you into battle I want you to be as well-trained and fierce as any other Freemen. "
To the nobles' militiamen he said. "I will instruct my men to issue you with snowmobiles and you can start patrolling the forest roads. The sooner we can find these gangs, the better."
* * *
Once the command of the air is obtained by one of the contending armies, the war becomes a conflict between a seeing host and one that is blind. ¬ H. G. Wells
The Allaneans had many legends about winter. In their mythology, the red-clad bearded fellow that hands out presents was known as Grandfather Frost – but in Allanean myth, Grandfather Frost had not only a kindly aspect but a fierce one. He was known also as General Frost – the fierce warrior-god, the guardian of the country. It was said that he was capable not only of distributing gifts, but of emerging among Allanea's enemies, blinding them with blizzards, dragging them down in snowdrift, freezing their hearts and their engines, until at last the snow was their shroud.
Legends were legends. Indisputable, however, was the fact that the long-range drone launched from North Caustelas, were circling now in the crisp, cold night air. Below them were the expanses of dark-green treetops, the forests where enemy operatives were hiding. Below, a battle was being fought – a battle no less ferocious for it being quiet, a battle between men's desire to remain hidden from observing eyes, and their bodies' desire to survive the bitter cold.
How many people vanished in the darkness from hypothermia and frostbite could not be measured or counted. Sometimes, however, men chose to risk it, and light a fire or start an engine. Sometimes then – after a brief discussion back at the camp where the drone operators sat, a sea away – a single missile would sweep down, half-flying, half-falling, towards the source of the heat, and then another, to make certain the kill was made.
But the true purpose of the drones' overflights was not to blow up a handful of rebels in a pickup truck here, or around a bonfire there. They were looking for larger camps and larger groups of enemies.
Legends were legends. Indisputable, however, was the fact that the long-range drone launched from North Caustelas, were circling now in the crisp, cold night air. Below them were the expanses of dark-green treetops, the forests where enemy operatives were hiding. Below, a battle was being fought – a battle no less ferocious for it being quiet, a battle between men's desire to remain hidden from observing eyes, and their bodies' desire to survive the bitter cold.
How many people vanished in the darkness from hypothermia and frostbite could not be measured or counted. Sometimes, however, men chose to risk it, and light a fire or start an engine. Sometimes then – after a brief discussion back at the camp where the drone operators sat, a sea away – a single missile would sweep down, half-flying, half-falling, towards the source of the heat, and then another, to make certain the kill was made.
But the true purpose of the drones' overflights was not to blow up a handful of rebels in a pickup truck here, or around a bonfire there. They were looking for larger camps and larger groups of enemies.
Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2020 5:26 pmMore Antarctic colonists gear up for the construction and colonization of central hoding
Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2020 6:44 pmAfter walking around town for a bit, one soldier, Khalil, sees a very pretty native woman wearing a hijab. “Whoa!” he said.
“Keep moving,” Ali warned.
Khalil walked up the the Ali who ran the camp. “Hey. Who is she?”
“Keep moving,” Ali warned.
Khalil walked up the the Ali who ran the camp. “Hey. Who is she?”
Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2020 6:44 pm-Insaanistan- wrote:After walking around town for a bit, one soldier, Khalil, sees a very pretty native woman wearing a hijab. “Whoa!” he said.
“Keep moving,” Ali warned.
Khalil walked up the the Ali who ran the camp. “Hey. Who is she?”
"My wife."
Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2020 6:45 pmAli laughed as Khalil blushed.
“Oh! I uh... I didn’t mean to... I didn’t know that she...”
Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2020 6:46 pmPosted: Wed Dec 09, 2020 6:48 pmPosted: Wed Dec 09, 2020 7:01 pm“Salaamu Alaykum, ma’am,” Ali said.
“S-salaam,” Khalil was able to get out.
“S-salaam,” Khalil was able to get out.