We Must Move On: Insaanistan Post-Civil War [IC/Read OP]

[Sonakion]

OCC: How does the taliban know about Sonakions atheist stance? Since Sonakion is relatively unknown and totalitarian I'd have thought it would be difficult to find much about it.

OOC: If it’s too godmoddy I can retcon it, but I thought that since 1: IRL, the Maghreb region (where Soniakon exists) has been a hotspot for “al-Qaeda in Islamic the Maghreb” (AQIM) (al-Qaeda being a Taliban ally), I thought the Taliban would be aware of the govt position from al-Qaeda members hiding in Soniakon & surrounding areas and 2: Aderfi said he DOUBTED the Taliban knew of the atheist stance, not that it was impossible for them to have found out.

OCC:No need to retcon. I just wanted a good explanation and I wasn't disappointed.

[Sonakion]

Aderfi sat down sitting straightly no signs of his earlier misgivings showing. He looked right into where Mullahs would be. My name is Aderfi and I'm a member of the Sonakion inteligence forces leaning forward. Leaning back he says Sonakion is a break away state from Insaanistan existing in the maghreb region. We broke away during the Civil War and have managed to stay independant since then

. Recently however Insaanistan has begun to express interest in us again and in are current position we wouldn't be able to hold of a full frontal assault from them and there allies. The only reason we haven't yet been attacked is because of the efforts of the Insaani Taliban and there allies which have turned the enemy's gaze away from us. We are eternally thankful for that. However we have noticed that recently you have been suffering counter attacks. We can help you. We are well experienced with the drone warfare you are experiencing and we could help you survive and thrive.

But it is not my place to dicuss this. He hands Mullah a sheet of paper. A telephone number belonging to us he explains. Contact your higher ups about this and then ring us using this number and we'll arrange a meeting from are leaders to yours.

“Is that so?” the Mullah said. He flipped the pages of the Qur’ân towards near the beginning of the book. “Sometimes even I need an insurance I’m reciting correctly,” he said with a smile to Aderfi.
Then he recited,
“La yatakhithi al-mûminoona al-kafireena awliyaaâ min dooni mûmineena— wa man yafāl thalika falaysa mina Allahi fi shayîn ilaa an tataqu minhum tuqatan—wa yuhathirukumu Allahu nafsahu wa ila Allahi maseer.
Qul ‘In tukhfu ma fi sudurikum awtabduhu yālamhu Allahu wa yālamu ma fi as-samawati wa ma fi al-ardh. Wallahu āla kulu shayîn qadeer.”
Let not the believers take the unbelievers as allies over other believers— and whoever does so will have no help from Allah—save to protect against persecution. And Allah warns you of what He is capable of, and to Him is the final return.
Say, ‘Whether you conceal what you truly believe in your hearts, or you reveal it to the world, God knows everything. For He knows what is in the heavens and the earth. And God is capable of everything’.
“You have wasted your time here,” said the Mullah. “Those who deny Allah shall not come in between the dispute between those who believe in Him and His prophets and the Last Day when we are all called to Him. We shall not help you nor receive your help or partnership even if the government martyrs us all. Away from here, enemy of God!”

You say you are forbidden to ally with unbelievers over other believers said Aderfi slowly and carefully but what so called believers could help you in your current predicament? Your movement is failing within Insaanistan Aderfi pleaded and surely the lose of Insaanistan to the western imperials would be far worse than you allying with a religion neutral state which happily allows the existence of Islam. Aderfi took a deep breath and waited for The Mullahs responce.

[Erloane]

Many cargo airplanes landed in Muslimbol this day. But instead of medical supplies, these planes carried soldiers and thier equipment. A little over 2 brigades of troops were exiting and falling into a formation, the expedition commander Kimball inspected his troops, he was satisfied, then he ordered the troops to keep thier rail vehicles in the planes for now and to wait and acclimatize to the Insaani enviroment. Kimball then informed the high command of arriving in Insaanistan. This message made it´s way to James Mercurius, who was glad that the soldiers arrived safely.

"Yusuf, our soldiers have arrived, they are waiting for orders in Muslimbol airport. I think that it would help to give and recieve orders if an Erloanean officer met with an Insaani one and kept contact. - James Mercurius" - typed James

[Insaanistan]

Many cargo airplanes landed in Muslimbol this day. But instead of medical supplies, these planes carried soldiers and thier equipment. A little over 2 brigades of troops were exiting and falling into a formation, the expedition commander Kimball inspected his troops, he was satisfied, then he ordered the troops to keep thier rail vehicles in the planes for now and to wait and acclimatize to the Insaani enviroment. Kimball then informed the high command of arriving in Insaanistan. This message made it´s way to James Mercurius, who was glad that the soldiers arrived safely.

"Yusuf, our soldiers have arrived, they are waiting for orders in Muslimbol airport. I think that it would help to give and recieve orders if an Erloanean officer met with an Insaani one and kept contact. - James Mercurius" - typed James

“Certainly, Mercurius,” Yusuf wrote back. “I’ll send one of our generals to speak shortly. He’ll give them their orders and how to go about the op.” Closing his phone, he breathed a heavy sigh. He fixed his tie, and looked outside. Reporters had begun to arrive, ready for the scheduled press conference.

[Insaanistan]

“Is that so?” the Mullah said. He flipped the pages of the Qur’ân towards near the beginning of the book. “Sometimes even I need an insurance I’m reciting correctly,” he said with a smile to Aderfi.
Then he recited,
“La yatakhithi al-mûminoona al-kafireena awliyaaâ min dooni mûmineena— wa man yafāl thalika falaysa mina Allahi fi shayîn ilaa an tataqu minhum tuqatan—wa yuhathirukumu Allahu nafsahu wa ila Allahi maseer.
Qul ‘In tukhfu ma fi sudurikum awtabduhu yālamhu Allahu wa yālamu ma fi as-samawati wa ma fi al-ardh. Wallahu āla kulu shayîn qadeer.”
Let not the believers take the unbelievers as allies over other believers— and whoever does so will have no help from Allah—save to protect against persecution. And Allah warns you of what He is capable of, and to Him is the final return.
Say, ‘Whether you conceal what you truly believe in your hearts, or you reveal it to the world, God knows everything. For He knows what is in the heavens and the earth. And God is capable of everything’.
“You have wasted your time here,” said the Mullah. “Those who deny Allah shall not come in between the dispute between those who believe in Him and His prophets and the Last Day when we are all called to Him. We shall not help you nor receive your help or partnership even if the government martyrs us all. Away from here, enemy of God!”

You say you are forbidden to ally with unbelievers over other believers said Aderfi slowly and carefully but what so called believers could help you in your current predicament? Your movement is failing within Insaanistan Aderfi pleaded and surely the lose of Insaanistan to the western imperials would be far worse than you allying with a religion neutral state which happily allows the existence of Islam. Aderfi took a deep breath and waited for The Mullahs responce.

“Allah protect me from the Whisperer and his companions among jinn and mankind,” the Mullah said, apparently trying to ward away Satan.
“Go from here, now,” he said. “And leave us be. As-saam ālaykum.”
He had not said “as-salaam ālaykum” (peace be upon you), but rather “as-saam ālaykum” (Death be upon you). He gestured towards the door, again resuming his reading of his scriptures.

[New Antarcticania]

Zapad-3(IL-76)
<<Tal Laganiyah approach, this is JsADF transport carrying Priority cargo, request clearance for approach."

Tal-Laganiyah Tower Approach(132.56mzh)
<<Zapad-3, Tal-Laganiyah approach - cleared for Landing at Runway 12 Right, Standby for further orders after touchdown.>>

Tal Laganiyah Air force base
12 miles south of the Capital, Sharfari S.R
2021/12/19
3:00pm local time

The Transport kicked up an wave of dust in its wake, a procession of journalists, foreign and Local, line the taxiway to take their shots - not at the Airlifter itself - but at what was within it.
As the Pilot finally pulls the break leaver and the plane slowly turns into a halt, the ramp drops.

Photographers, journalists, Aviation enthusiasts. Volley after volley of camera flashes aimed at it, the security staff having to use riot shields to keep them all at bay.
It was beautiful, painted in Black Radar-absorbing paint, a backround contrasting the symbol of red star in a circle with a blue backdrop on it's rear stabilizer. The SU-75 has entered into the service of the JsADF for good.

From the Control tower, Savva Nikitin puffs his Cigar and releases an Intoxicating Cloud of smoke into the room, he looks down at his new toy, and then at his officers.
"Gentlemen.... I think we just leveled the playing field."

[Sonakion]

You say you are forbidden to ally with unbelievers over other believers said Aderfi slowly and carefully but what so called believers could help you in your current predicament? Your movement is failing within Insaanistan Aderfi pleaded and surely the lose of Insaanistan to the western imperials would be far worse than you allying with a religion neutral state which happily allows the existence of Islam. Aderfi took a deep breath and waited for The Mullahs responce.

“Allah protect me from the Whisperer and his companions among jinn and mankind,” the Mullah said, apparently trying to ward away Satan.
“Go from here, now,” he said. “And leave us be. As-saam ālaykum.”
He had not said “as-salaam ālaykum” (peace be upon you), but rather “as-saam ālaykum” (Death be upon you). He gestured towards the door, again resuming his reading of his scriptures.

Aderf's face remained blank as he got up and left the room. As he left the room he put on a pleasant look that he kept until he was lost to the crowd. Walking down the street at a brisk pace he arrived a supermarket. He went in but quickly one of the staff approached him. ''Sorry sir she said the store is now closed''. Aderfi cursed then apologised to the staff member and left. Outside got out his phone quickly typing a phone number in. Once the call started Aderfi wasted no time saying ''Sorry the supermarket closed before i could get the grocerys for you''. ''You might just have to live with scraps from your last meal im afraid''. ''He then said no there arnt any other shops open''. This however was code for the meeting failed referring to the meeting with the Insaani Taliban. ''Anyways im going to find some hotel or somewhere to stay ill see if i can get back''. This was code for I need a lift out but the taliban didnt seem overly hostile. He then hung up.

[Erloane]

Many cargo airplanes landed in Muslimbol this day. But instead of medical supplies, these planes carried soldiers and thier equipment. A little over 2 brigades of troops were exiting and falling into a formation, the expedition commander Kimball inspected his troops, he was satisfied, then he ordered the troops to keep thier rail vehicles in the planes for now and to wait and acclimatize to the Insaani enviroment. Kimball then informed the high command of arriving in Insaanistan. This message made it´s way to James Mercurius, who was glad that the soldiers arrived safely.

"Yusuf, our soldiers have arrived, they are waiting for orders in Muslimbol airport. I think that it would help to give and recieve orders if an Erloanean officer met with an Insaani one and kept contact. - James Mercurius" - typed James

“Certainly, Mercurius,” Yusuf wrote back. “I’ll send one of our generals to speak shortly. He’ll give them their orders and how to go about the op.” Closing his phone, he breathed a heavy sigh. He fixed his tie, and looked outside. Reporters had begun to arrive, ready for the scheduled press conference.

Commander Kimball waited for a while, he pondered if a superior officer will show up. He met with his command staff and they waited. After roughly one and a half hours later, 4 more transport planes land. Kimball went to inspect, these planes were filled with heavy trucks and equipment to transport rail vehicles from the planes on the trucks and from the trucks on the rails. Kimball noticed that the traffic around the airport was thicker than usual, however no military vehicles, just ordinary looking cars. Trucks were unloaded and prepared shortly. Kimball took a look of his soldiers, while not suffering some of them had difficulties adjust to the heat, but Kimball was optimistic that this would a be a temporary inconvenience. Commander then ordered ground crews to begin unloading the vehicles. The armored trains were kept in the planes for now, but the smaller rail infantry fighting vehicles were loaded. These vehicles were highly advanced, featuring advanced composite armor, NERA panels, a hard and soft-kill active protection systems with a large 50mm autocannon and a 15x120mm gatling gun for the commander. All this while being to carry an entire squad of 10 fully equiped men. Soldiers loved these vehicles and trusted them. While the soldiers looked at thier vehicles with pride, Kimball was slightly worried about enviroment these vehicles will be forced to operate in.

[Insaanistan]

“Certainly, Mercurius,” Yusuf wrote back. “I’ll send one of our generals to speak shortly. He’ll give them their orders and how to go about the op.” Closing his phone, he breathed a heavy sigh. He fixed his tie, and looked outside. Reporters had begun to arrive, ready for the scheduled press conference.

Commander Kimball waited for a while, he pondered if a superior officer will show up. He met with his command staff and they waited. After roughly one and a half hours later, 4 more transport planes land. Kimball went to inspect, these planes were filled with heavy trucks and equipment to transport rail vehicles from the planes on the trucks and from the trucks on the rails. Kimball noticed that the traffic around the airport was thicker than usual, however no military vehicles, just ordinary looking cars. Trucks were unloaded and prepared shortly. Kimball took a look of his soldiers, while not suffering some of them had difficulties adjust to the heat, but Kimball was optimistic that this would a be a temporary inconvenience. Commander then ordered ground crews to begin unloading the vehicles. The armored trains were kept in the planes for now, but the smaller rail infantry fighting vehicles were loaded. These vehicles were highly advanced, featuring advanced composite armor, NERA panels, a hard and soft-kill active protection systems with a large 50mm autocannon and a 15x120mm gatling gun for the commander. All this while being to carry an entire squad of 10 fully equiped men. Soldiers loved these vehicles and trusted them. While the soldiers looked at thier vehicles with pride, Kimball was slightly worried about enviroment these vehicles will be forced to operate in.

Insaani traffic was an absolute nightmare: yelling, cursing, people not obeying stoplights, the whole works. It was to a point sometimes officers had a bit of a difficulty responding to accidents.
But to Insaanis, it was normal. In fact, to them, the traffic today was subdued compared to what it normally was. Regardless, the streets of Muslimbol were still packed with cars and people. At stops, impoverished children sold goods to the drivers and their passengers in order to make some money.

The commander sent to guide the Erloanians through it was Yunus al-Masri, along with a small contingency of Insaani troops.
“Well men,” he called upon greeting them at the airport. “I’m Commander al-Masri. I’ll be the one navigating the jungle that is our streets with you.”

[Erloane]

Commander Kimball waited for a while, he pondered if a superior officer will show up. He met with his command staff and they waited. After roughly one and a half hours later, 4 more transport planes land. Kimball went to inspect, these planes were filled with heavy trucks and equipment to transport rail vehicles from the planes on the trucks and from the trucks on the rails. Kimball noticed that the traffic around the airport was thicker than usual, however no military vehicles, just ordinary looking cars. Trucks were unloaded and prepared shortly. Kimball took a look of his soldiers, while not suffering some of them had difficulties adjust to the heat, but Kimball was optimistic that this would a be a temporary inconvenience. Commander then ordered ground crews to begin unloading the vehicles. The armored trains were kept in the planes for now, but the smaller rail infantry fighting vehicles were loaded. These vehicles were highly advanced, featuring advanced composite armor, NERA panels, a hard and soft-kill active protection systems with a large 50mm autocannon and a 15x120mm gatling gun for the commander. All this while being to carry an entire squad of 10 fully equiped men. Soldiers loved these vehicles and trusted them. While the soldiers looked at thier vehicles with pride, Kimball was slightly worried about enviroment these vehicles will be forced to operate in.

Insaani traffic was an absolute nightmare: yelling, cursing, people not obeying stoplights, the whole works. It was to a point sometimes officers had a bit of a difficulty responding to accidents.
But to Insaanis, it was normal. In fact, to them, the traffic today was subdued compared to what it normally was. Regardless, the streets of Muslimbol were still packed with cars and people. At stops, impoverished children sold goods to the drivers and their passengers in order to make some money.

The commander sent to guide the Erloanians through it was Yunus al-Masri, along with a small contingency of Insaani troops.
“Well men,” he called upon greeting them at the airport. “I’m Commander al-Masri. I’ll be the one navigating the jungle that is our streets with you.”

Kimball snapped to attention and saluted, along with other officers near him. "Sir. Expedition force Pantheon is ready for orders, sir." Kimball said and patiently waited for an answer.

[Insaanistan]

Insaani traffic was an absolute nightmare: yelling, cursing, people not obeying stoplights, the whole works. It was to a point sometimes officers had a bit of a difficulty responding to accidents.
But to Insaanis, it was normal. In fact, to them, the traffic today was subdued compared to what it normally was. Regardless, the streets of Muslimbol were still packed with cars and people. At stops, impoverished children sold goods to the drivers and their passengers in order to make some money.

The commander sent to guide the Erloanians through it was Yunus al-Masri, along with a small contingency of Insaani troops.
“Well men,” he called upon greeting them at the airport. “I’m Commander al-Masri. I’ll be the one navigating the jungle that is our streets with you.”

Kimball snapped to attention and saluted, along with other officers near him. "Sir. Expedition force Pantheon is ready for orders, sir." Kimball said and patiently waited for an answer.

Yunus saluted them back. He was an Amazigh man who looked in his late 40s, though he was still in shape due to the fact he remained in the military. Unlike many he had a moustache but no beard, and had brown, curly hair.
“Right then,” Yunus said. “We’re going to be making our way outside Muslimbol to Langenian HQ. The base there is run by both their and our armed forces. Any questions before we head out?”

[Erloane]

Kimball snapped to attention and saluted, along with other officers near him. "Sir. Expedition force Pantheon is ready for orders, sir." Kimball said and patiently waited for an answer.

Yunus saluted them back. He was an Amazigh man who looked in his late 40s, though he was still in shape due to the fact he remained in the military. Unlike many he had a moustache but no beard, and had brown, curly hair.
“Right then,” Yunus said. “We’re going to be making our way outside Muslimbol to Langenian HQ. The base there is run by both their and our armed forces. Any questions before we head out?”

"Just one sir, how far is the base from the nearest railway hub ?." asked Kimball. His troops are already preparing for thier journey from the airport.

[New Antarcticania]

somewhere on the eastern Republican-Sultanate border
2022/1/1
12:00pm
The isanis recieved their New years gift from the Antarticans when the clock striked midnight, on the dot. Those millitary forces on the other side of the wall may have noticed that their communications... there's something wrong! The pleaseant sounds that are ringing in the new year have been replaced with.... noise? Interference, or perhaps more?
Ten minutes pass, nothing changes, Fourtenn, twenty-five, And finally, the interference on the GPS and the radios clear off.
To the Isaanis and their allies, this most likely bodes ill.
To the Antarticans, though, this is excellent news.
Why? Because that means that their newly acquired Murmansk-BN EW complex is working as intended.
Not much is known about the Murmansk, other than the fact that it is very powerful, The effectice range of this set--attached to several KAMAZ trucks, vary greatly, depending on the source.
Some say, 8000km, 5000, 4000, the most conservative estimate somewhere around 3000km.
Yet still, the murmansk, even at it's lowest, can Severaly hamper Sultante and isaani communications from a very wide range, Aircraft, ground vehicles, ships, none are spared from the Imposing circle of towers that is the Murmansk.
If the intelligence is true (and belive me when i say that i might not be), then the entire doctrine that the isannis use to contain the communists, and their attack plan, is at jeporady.
If the Antarticans are fielding the most potent Electronic warfare equipment they could find, who knows what they could pull out next

.....
Somewhere in the western pacific
5 hours later
"Surface checklist, 3 minutes."
"Afirm, Beginning with checklist now.""Crew copies."
"Fire control copies."
"navops copies."
"Sonar/detection copies"
"Nuclear Engineering copies."

ADF Admiral Dragnovich|Command
<<Right then, all crew copies, iniate surfacing procedure>>
<<Ballast tanks.>>
<<ballast tanks clear, no damage, no malfunctions.>>
<<missile launch bays reporting no major malfunction, ready for launch>>
<<Sonar station reporting picture is clear, no Millitary vessels, no Merchants.>>
<<Affirm to all, we are go for surfacing, brace yourselves, people, we're going up.>>
<<500 meters>>
<<400....300...250...90...50...BRACE!>>
The first officer held onto the metal bars beside him as he held on for dear life. The Submarine pierced the waves like a knife through skin, and then slammed into it, white foam flying everywhere.
....
The conning tower stood there like an iron becon in the desolate desert of Dark and yellow and white, the 2nd officer stood on the deck, and watched.
Watched the waves sweeping at his sub, watching the birds fly above, and watching one of them fall as gracefully as an seabird can on the sealed hatch of one of Admiral Dragnovich's 19 ballistic missile Launchers, leaning just a few degrees bowwards.
His view of the scenery is disrupted by the feeling of an plastic grip in his hands.
The grip of an flare gun.
"Make her Admiralty proud, for a new vessel has entered her service" with the voice of the captian in the background, the 2nd officer pulls back the hammer, points the gun at the sky, head looking the other way. Other hand on the left ear, Captain happy, gun's armed....
PHOSHEWWWWWWWW!
With the unoffical Christening of the Antartican navy's new Ballistic missile sub, the two reenter the conning tower, close the hatch, and prepares to go down, once again.
The Second officer catches one last glimpse of the rising sun before he descends into the darkness.

OFFICAL ANTARTICAN NAVAL COMMUNICATION TRANSMISSION
TO: ADF ADMIRAL DRAONVICH (BASUB-13)
ENCRYPTION: EXTREMELY HIGH

WELL DONE ON SHAKEDOWN CRUISE IN SOUTH PACIFIC, AS OF THIS RECEIVING THIS, YOU ARE TO BE REDIRECTED TO THE MEDITERRANEAN FRONT, REPORT TO PORT STAGNAOVGA AT THE FOWARD TERRITORY OF HODING FOR FURTHER ORDERS<<TRANSMISSION STOP>>

[Insaanistan]

Yunus saluted them back. He was an Amazigh man who looked in his late 40s, though he was still in shape due to the fact he remained in the military. Unlike many he had a moustache but no beard, and had brown, curly hair.
“Right then,” Yunus said. “We’re going to be making our way outside Muslimbol to Langenian HQ. The base there is run by both their and our armed forces. Any questions before we head out?”

"Just one sir, how far is the base from the nearest railway hub ?." asked Kimball. His troops are already preparing for thier journey from the airport.

“Not far,” he said. “The railway is on the outskirts of Muslimbol, and the base is just outside the city.”
He checked his watch to see what time it was. “If we go now, we might be able to get there before the next prayer time.”

[Erloane]

"Just one sir, how far is the base from the nearest railway hub ?." asked Kimball. His troops are already preparing for thier journey from the airport.

“Not far,” he said. “The railway is on the outskirts of Muslimbol, and the base is just outside the city.”
He checked his watch to see what time it was. “If we go now, we might be able to get there before the next prayer time.”

"Yes, sir." All soldiers mounted up and prepared to follow Yunus to thier new base.

[Insaanistan]

Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf stood outside at a podium, as journalists gathered to record, ask questions, and take pictures.
“In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

Emerging from the recent civil war, my administration came to power, and was tasked with protecting the country from all threats, foreign and domestic, at any cost. We are faced with a crisis: both foreign and domestic enemies seek to destroy our nation for their own gains, or to expand their influence over it. This we can and will not stand for.

Of the domestic threats, the most prevalent are the mafia (who remain in parts of the Maghreb and the parts of Italy we retain to this day), and terrorists who claim to be following the religion of Islam, but in reality go against its principles in their methods. This we cannot allow in our country, and our armed forces are working with our allies in order to quell this threat.

Foreign threats also hope to destroy us or exert influence over us. The New Antarcticanians have fired upon areas in our Northwest, claiming they are attacking terrorists. They also have tried to provoke us by stationing warships dangerously close to our water. They are attempting to escalate a conflict with us and paint us as the aggressors. And that is why I am sending the Insaani Naval forces increase their presence along our maritime borders.”

He didn’t mention that he also intending to increase the presence of Insaani & Langenian aircraft in the area.

“We also have noted the build up of Communist troops along the border with the Sultanate of Sharifistan. We call upon the Antarctican government to end their build up, which threatens our close ally. I am also authorizing Insaani troops to shoot down any Antarctican rockets, missiles, or other weapon used projectiles that will land in Insaani territory. They can and will not strike on Insaani soil with impunity.”
Closing, he asked, “Are there any questions?”

[Mosarat]

Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf stood outside at a podium, as journalists gathered to record, ask questions, and take pictures.
“In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

Emerging from the recent civil war, my administration came to power, and was tasked with protecting the country from all threats, foreign and domestic, at any cost. We are faced with a crisis: both foreign and domestic enemies seek to destroy our nation for their own gains, or to expand their influence over it. This we can and will not stand for.

Of the domestic threats, the most prevalent are the mafia (who remain in parts of the Maghreb and the parts of Italy we retain to this day), and terrorists who claim to be following the religion of Islam, but in reality go against its principles in their methods. This we cannot allow in our country, and our armed forces are working with our allies in order to quell this threat.

Foreign threats also hope to destroy us or exert influence over us. The New Antarcticanians have fired upon areas in our Northwest, claiming they are attacking terrorists. They also have tried to provoke us by stationing warships dangerously close to our water. They are attempting to escalate a conflict with us and paint us as the aggressors. And that is why I am sending the Insaani Naval forces increase their presence along our maritime borders.”

He didn’t mention that he also intending to increase the presence of Insaani & Langenian aircraft in the area.

“We also have noted the build up of Communist troops along the border with the Sultanate of Sharifistan. We call upon the Antarctican government to end their build up, which threatens our close ally. I am also authorizing Insaani troops to shoot down any Antarctican rockets, missiles, or other weapon used projectiles that will land in Insaani territory. They can and will not strike on Insaani soil with impunity.”
Closing, he asked, “Are there any questions?”

“Yes.” Said a Mosaratian reporter. “Is there any news on the condition of Nura Khan?” He asked.

[Insaanistan]

Abdul-Ghaffar Yusuf stood outside at a podium, as journalists gathered to record, ask questions, and take pictures.
“In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

Emerging from the recent civil war, my administration came to power, and was tasked with protecting the country from all threats, foreign and domestic, at any cost. We are faced with a crisis: both foreign and domestic enemies seek to destroy our nation for their own gains, or to expand their influence over it. This we can and will not stand for.

Of the domestic threats, the most prevalent are the mafia (who remain in parts of the Maghreb and the parts of Italy we retain to this day), and terrorists who claim to be following the religion of Islam, but in reality go against its principles in their methods. This we cannot allow in our country, and our armed forces are working with our allies in order to quell this threat.

Foreign threats also hope to destroy us or exert influence over us. The New Antarcticanians have fired upon areas in our Northwest, claiming they are attacking terrorists. They also have tried to provoke us by stationing warships dangerously close to our water. They are attempting to escalate a conflict with us and paint us as the aggressors. And that is why I am sending the Insaani Naval forces increase their presence along our maritime borders.”

He didn’t mention that he also intending to increase the presence of Insaani & Langenian aircraft in the area.

“We also have noted the build up of Communist troops along the border with the Sultanate of Sharifistan. We call upon the Antarctican government to end their build up, which threatens our close ally. I am also authorizing Insaani troops to shoot down any Antarctican rockets, missiles, or other weapon used projectiles that will land in Insaani territory. They can and will not strike on Insaani soil with impunity.”
Closing, he asked, “Are there any questions?”

“Yes.” Said a Mosaratian reporter. “Is there any news on the condition of Nura Khan?” He asked.

Yusuf frowned and fidgeted uncomfortably. He hadn’t really counted on questions like this.
“Umm..” he began, “we don’t currently have any information on her condition or present exact location. However, we hope to establish this sometime in the near future, as she is a citizen of this country.”

[Mosarat]

“Yes.” Said a Mosaratian reporter. “Is there any news on the condition of Nura Khan?” He asked.

Yusuf frowned and fidgeted uncomfortably. He hadn’t really counted on questions like this.
“Umm..” he began, “we don’t currently have any information on her condition or present exact location. However, we hope to establish this sometime in the near future, as she is a citizen of this country.”

“Very well then.” She said. She wrote down what was said and sat down.

[Insaanistan]

“Not far,” he said. “The railway is on the outskirts of Muslimbol, and the base is just outside the city.”
He checked his watch to see what time it was. “If we go now, we might be able to get there before the next prayer time.”

"Yes, sir." All soldiers mounted up and prepared to follow Yunus to thier new base.

They drove through Muslimbol’s streets, and those from Erloane experienced firsthand what hell driving in Insaanistan was. Frequently, the Insaani troops would get cut off or cussed at, with many of them responding in kind with similar insults (though as most of these troops were Arabs, the instills usually were simply phrases like “Your mother!”, “Your sister!”, “All who raised you!” or “You’re entire bloodline!”)

Red lights? Most of the people who stopped at them were tourists, the native Insaanis largely just kept driving. The speed limit on the road was 95 kilometers an hour, but that didn’t stop anyone, including the Insaani soldiers, from going 140.

And it wasn’t as if there were just cars: motorcycles, people, and the occasional cow, cat or camel were also all over the roads.

[Erloane]

"Yes, sir." All soldiers mounted up and prepared to follow Yunus to thier new base.

They drove through Muslimbol’s streets, and those from Erloane experienced firsthand what hell driving in Insaanistan was. Frequently, the Insaani troops would get cut off or cussed at, with many of them responding in kind with similar insults (though as most of these troops were Arabs, the instills usually were simply phrases like “Your mother!”, “Your sister!”, “All who raised you!” or “You’re entire bloodline!”)

Red lights? Most of the people who stopped at them were tourists, the native Insaanis largely just kept driving. The speed limit on the road was 95 kilometers an hour, but that didn’t stop anyone, including the Insaani soldiers, from going 140.

And it wasn’t as if there were just cars: motorcycles, people, and the occasional cow, cat or camel were also all over the roads.

To Erloaneans the traffic was such a FUBAR. It was a miracle that no incidents happened on the way. When outside of Muslimbol the traffic very slightly improved. Not by much, but it was still a little bit better than traffic inside the city. Thankfully the troops arrived at the base without any incidents. The arrival caused relief among the troops, many of them visibly sighing.

[Insaanistan]

They drove through Muslimbol’s streets, and those from Erloane experienced firsthand what hell driving in Insaanistan was. Frequently, the Insaani troops would get cut off or cussed at, with many of them responding in kind with similar insults (though as most of these troops were Arabs, the instills usually were simply phrases like “Your mother!”, “Your sister!”, “All who raised you!” or “You’re entire bloodline!”)

Red lights? Most of the people who stopped at them were tourists, the native Insaanis largely just kept driving. The speed limit on the road was 95 kilometers an hour, but that didn’t stop anyone, including the Insaani soldiers, from going 140.

And it wasn’t as if there were just cars: motorcycles, people, and the occasional cow, cat or camel were also all over the roads.

To Erloaneans the traffic was such a FUBAR. It was a miracle that no incidents happened on the way. When outside of Muslimbol the traffic very slightly improved. Not by much, but it was still a little bit better than traffic inside the city. Thankfully the troops arrived at the base without any incidents. The arrival caused relief among the troops, many of them visibly sighing.

The Insaanis, quite a few of them smoking, laughed at the utter relief the Eloaneans displayed when they arrived. Speaking mostly Arabic, Siwa Tamazight, English or Nubian, they disembarked from their vehicles, grabbing their bags & weapons, most walking off to where they already knew they needed to be. Langenian troops were also present, most speaking Spanish. The Insaanis themselves mostly looked significantly different than their Langenian counterparts. While many of the Langenians were Mestizos, Native Americans or Afrolatinos, many still were blanquitos who had not left for (or fled to) their ancestral homeland in Iberia. The Insaanis consisted largely of native Egyptians: most of them Arabs, Afro-Arabs and Nubians, but quite a few were Copts, Imazighen from Siwa, and Fallata. Their mostly skin ranged from from gold to dark brown, with a few pale as the white people among the Langenians & Erloaneans, and a few black as coal.
Apart from that, they were armed the same, and many Insaanis & Langenians had swapped their uniforms with one another. They spoke to one another cordially. Anyone who had not paid attention to the African giant’s recent history would never have guessed that there was often times animosity towards the Langenians among many Insaanis, or at the very, discontent that they had stayed for so long.

But the two nations had a partnership dating back to when President Nic Furia had helped save President Mustafa Abu Jamal’s life, and that didn’t seem like it was gonna change any time soon.

There were no militiamen from the Jundallah, the “Soldiers of God”, a militia group that had risen up and taken control of the streets of Northern African cities in the wake of the deposing of Asim’s regime, and had stabilized the region with the help of the Langenians. While they had been instrumental in consolidating control over the country, they were not the Insaani military, and the way things were looking the political world, they wouldn’t be part of the Insaani government, either, as the majority coalition seemed adamant the group not be admitted as a political party.
Commander Yunus al-Masri and a couple other troops stayed behind as the Erloanean soldiers got out of their vehicles & situated themselves.

[New Antarcticania]

(Placeholder, assume that Antarticans say "fuck you" to Isannis VIA media adress and More forces have already been ordered to be deployed to the front lines)

[Sonakion]

(Im definitely planning to use the Jundallah to try and fuel rebellion within Insaanistan if that would be OK.
Sorry forgot brackets,I'll also prob not be using them after some advice given to me that suggests not to)

[Republic Of Ludwigsburg]

"Schallamisch Alleischkommt" Schonbrunn says getting into his plane.
"What an amazing place, Inschannischtan will be" He says with his thick Bavarian Accent.

"Sir, the flight starts in 30 minutes. Do you need anything" Says an attendee.
"Give me a book, perhaps about Inschannischtan"

The attendee gives him a travel book. It is a printed wikitravel page.
"It schaysch here that there is many terrorist groups and I should be aware about them"
"Sir, we are choosing a safe route, into the capital."
"Amazsching, let me get ready" he says as he takes his blindfold and his 7th bottle of wine in this day.

"The plane is starting, please put your seatbelts"
He takes his bottle of wine and keeps it in a cupholder. The time is 8:00 AM CET and the flight starts.

"Let me read this book" Schonbrunn says.
"I schould be careful."

"Body Guards, you will be with me when we go to the airport".
The guards agree.

He tells his diplomatic advisor about him going to talk about the issues of terrorism in Insaanistan. The flight continues, and the time is 3 PM.

"Alright so Vlad, I have to hang up the call. Bye."

He discussed how he was going to send military equipment to Insaanistan to fight the terrorists.


Few hours later,

"Finally! We are here!"

He and his body guards enter the airport.