Angels in Hell (Closed)

by **Yurishuna** » Sat Oct 30, 2010 9:43 am

World Assembly Committee Report
Subject: Aldastan
Distribution: Security Council
The balance of power in Aldastan is on a knife’s edge. The uneasy truce between the communist Uji Party and the Party of Nod, the political wing of the Church of the Brotherhood of Nod, has become more unstable in recent months.

Since the conclusion of the last civil war in 2015, the two parties have managed to maintain a peaceful relationship, with the Uji Party controlling the executive and Nod the legislature. However, a recent drought has brought a surge of extremism on both sides. Both sides invested heavily in armaments during the peace, and should fighting resume the deployment of heavy weapons should be expected, and there is a risk of the use of WMDs by either or both sides.

This committee recommends the immediate deployment of World Assembly Force (WAFOR) peacekeepers to the region in the event of fighting between the two factions, to safeguard the civilian population and stabilize the country until the next elections.

Astana
The capital city of Aldastan was flooded with people. Uji Party supporters, some bused in by the party from other cities, had gathered in the central plaza to show their support for the Party, and by extension their distaste of the Nodists.

Their chants could be heard across the city, the speeches by various prominent Party members amplified by loudspeakers so that they could be heard for blocks. Finally, the crowd began to chant, a two-syllable chant that repeated itself over and over.

“Yuri! Yuri! Yuri!”

Finally, the man himself ascended the stage, Yuri Gologov, leader of the Uji Party and Premier of Aldastan. Taking the offered microphone, he began to speak with passion, whipping the crowd into a frenzy of adulation.

Then, a shot rang out, silencing the crowd for a moment. In a moment that would play out in slow motion for thousands of loyal supporters, red bloomed on the front of Yuri’s suit, a bright stain that spread rapidly. The premier swayed, and then collapsed.

And as the leader of the state fell, half a dozen diehard Nodists sacrificed themselves for the cause, their bodies turning into living bombs as the C4 strapped their them exploded, shredding nearby people and spraying shrapnel into the crowd.

The rally disintegrated into an orgy of panic as people ran everywhere to flee their attackers. The Army and police units on standby quickly responded, but by that time there was nothing to respond to. Only a plaza covered in the dead and dying.

Word spread fast. All over the country, fighting broke out as local Uji Party diehards and supporters struck their Nodist opposites. The Army was helpless, divided between those who had deserted to one side or the other and those who had stayed loyal to a government no longer effectively in existence.

The Nod-controlled Parliament had been attacked by Uji Revolutionary Guards, resulting in a firefight which ended with most of the MPs, and the Prime Minister Anton Slavik, dead. With both sides missing chunks of their command structures, the fighting had turned into a thousand little skirmishes in individual towns and cities.

An emergency meeting of the World Assembly Security Council voted nearly unanimously to send WAFOR peacekeepers to stabilize the situation until a new government could be elected. Unfortunately, they were rather hampered by the lack of an existing government to support until then.

The Times of Woe had begun for Aldastan…

by **Sensal** » Sat Oct 30, 2010 6:45 pm

Sensal

Sensal had only recently finished its Civil War and the situation was one that many could not comprehend. Neighborhoods disappeared, cities destroyed, and the entire nation itself brought to its knees. Everything was in ruin and as was the government that barely functioned due to the war. Only under the strong leadership of President Lee had the nation stood and another Civil War avoided saving another millions of lives. The process of rebuilding was long and painful, but it was something that was necessary and something that most every nation went through at one point. And the process of rebuilding was not something that everyone wished it could be. Of course time was devoted to rebuilding society, the economy, and the cities destroyed. But one of the more important tasks was the hunting down of dissenters that had started the war and posed a threat to rebuilding efforts. And so the military was kept on high alert for rebellions and was ready for war at any point of time. Of course the Sensalian National Guards(Secret Police) scoured the nation and took out the more dangerous and better hidden dissenters while the police took out the common supporters. And while all was going on, the common people who had supported the current government turned a blind eye to the sudden disappearances and went to rebuild Sensal from the evil doers who had started the war.

And so that a nation like Sensal, who was already in the painstaking process of rebuilding, would send in peacekeeping forces into Yurishuna raised many questionable thoughts. Lacking both the funds and support from the public to sending troops overseas, those not in tune with the government would see it as a madman's decision and a simply recipe for disaster. And that is what it seemed, it would be sheer madness to do such a thing and the only reasonable motive was to gain prestige among the international community. But most would guess that there must be some darker, more secret reason that the people much less the international community must know about. But many wouldn't know, and most of Sensal didn't know. And one would only find out when time would allow...

Biyelchek

Two Days after Sensalian Peacekeeping Force Arrival

The SPF (Sensalian Peacekeeping Force) had arrived in Biyelchek two days prior only to see the situation as near hopeless. The two factions were armed to the teeth and were willing to kill themselves first before letting the enemy win. How each side had received the arms, one had no idea, but the fact that they were armed would mean the SPF's job would be many times harder and many thousands of times more dangerous. Of course most in the force had been trained in anti-insurgency fighting after several attempted uprisings in Sensal and specialized in urban situations. This would hopefully be of great help considering that many of the world's civil wars happened in the major cities fighting for the massive industrial and political power that rested in the cities.

In the city the SPFA had set up command near the port where the SPFN rested and had forcibly commandeered the docks and nearby warehouses for their use. The transport fleet was long gone by now and any attempt to pull out would take weeks of planning and massive movements that would leave the force nearly unprotected. Pulling out at this point was useless and the Peacekeeping forces knew this and planned to fight to the death keeping the peace and furthering Sensal's interests in the area.

Infantrymen patrolled the nearby streets arresting the occasional drunkard by generally seeing nothing that would affect them too much. Most of the vehicles were in the warehouses along with the massive depots of ammunition that would most definitely be used in the times coming. Offices and other buildings were taken and converted into barracks for the troops and all other ships forcibly expelled from the docks to make room for the fleet. All protests had simply met a warning shot and a quick show of force by the navy and army.

Waiting for the enemy to make the first move, Secret Policeman nonetheless spread out across the country to the three other major cities gathering information. Spies moved toward the capital Astana preparing to penetrate the two opposing factions leadership and begin the stream of steady information for the Peacekeeping force. Both began to tap telephone lines and the internet for possible leads to the leaders and to see the current situation in the cities.

by **Yurishuna** » Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:24 pm

Across Aldastan, the soldiers of WAFOR deployed. The reactions were varied. In the cities, they were seen as saviors, guardian angels to bring peace after the initial ferocity of the fighting. There was active cooperation, the government had begun to reform with more moderate members of both the Party of Nod and the Uji Party, even some unaligned members of Parliament, something unheard of after the 2011 fighting.

However, in the small villages and farms that dotted the countryside, it was a different story. These places had not been touched by the fighting; to them, there was no real reason for these foreigners to be here, trying to tell Aldastanis what to do. Here there was resentment and coldness, little to no cooperation and even some open hostility. For now there was peace, but if the anger of the countryside could be harnessed by either side then bloodshed was nearly inevitable.

Biyelchek
Father Ahmed Khan was the leader of the Biyelchek Chapter of the Church of the Brotherhood of Nod. His cooperation, along with that of the local Uji strongman Viktor Kasmarov, was vital to the goodwill and support of the people of the city, and by extension to effectiveness of the Sensalian Peacekeeping Force.

Indeed, Khan wanted peace. But he wanted peace under terms dictated by High Father Kane, the leader of the Church. He did not want foreigners, with their exploitative intents, to be in Aldastan. So he had summoned the commander of the regional chapter of the Black Guard, Nod's paramilitary force, to his home. Together, they began to plan for their first strike on the foreign occupiers.

The SPF was dependent on local help for logistical support-Aldastani truck drivers went into and out of the docks daily bringing supplies and such. It was a simple matter to find some of the more devout drivers, an easy task in this city, and enlist their aid in a daring plan. One that would deal a heavy blow the SPF, if successful.

by **The Floridian Coast** » Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:59 pm

The Floridian Coast's helicopter fleet circled over Astana, landing on its outskirts, far too concerned that entering the city too soon would result in tension and possibly violence.

Despite their official role as WA peacekeepers, Colonel Bryce, leader of the military intervention, had specific intentions of making sure the Uji loyalists would regain full power. The premier, Yuri Gologov, was a valuable ally, and a close friend of the Floridian Coast's leader. Revenge, however, was not intended. Their plans were far more strategic and professional, and they knew a Uji victory in the civil war would be vital to The Floridian Coast's interests.

Over a farm a mile outside of Astana, a small skirmish was occurring, with about 8 - 10 men on each side, laying down fire on each other. "Lower it." Bryce ordered the pilot while checking his rifle. "Sir, the risk is too high." the pilot protested. "I said lower it. Now. They have nothing to hit us with, only their guns."

Their helicopter over the Nod fighters, the men on the ground took notice. One man fired at the side of the helicopter with no result. Bryce gave orders to his Alpha Sniper Team in the adjacent chopper. "Fire only on the Nod soldiers when given your orders."

Bryce spoke into the helicopter's booming loudspeaker "Attention fighters, we are World Assembly Peacekeepers of The Floridian Coast. Lay down your arms. We will not arrest you, we are only asking for a ceasefire."

Another Nod fighter on the ground screamed something inaudible and fired once more at the helicopter. The colonel gave his orders. In 5 seconds, 7 Nod fighters dropped. As the fleet commenced landing, another was picked off. The soldiers exited their helicopter, flanking Colonel Bryce.

The Uji loyalists slowly rose up from their barricades. Bryce shouted across the field to them "Please lay down your arms, we mean you no harm."

The two groups of soldiers approached each other cautiously. The Uji loyalists only began to lower their guns as they approached a close distance. Bryce spoke to them. "My name is Colonel Bryce and I am the leader of the military operations of the Floridian Coast. We are here in the interest of stability, and we believe the Uji Party can restore it. We can aid you. Subtly, and silently, of course."

One of the lower ranking soldiers spoke directly to him. "Greetings comrade. I have traveled to your country, I am glad you came." Their sergeant however, was not so embracing. "Shut up, Private." and then to Bryce and his men "I don't trust you, imperialist. This is our fight."

Bryce spared no time for formalities. "The Church of Nod is well armed and well equipped. If you want to be in front of their firing squads by the end of this year, feel free to walk away and ignore my offer. Otherwise, I would like to you to arrange a clandestine meeting with your officers, if you could."

Another private from the Uji's addressed their sergeant "We need a camp for tonight anyway, there are too many of the enemy in this area and they won't approach WA people too soon." Their sergeant spat in disgust and ignored his private, speaking to Bryce again "My men may have been filled with fantasies of Western welfare states, but I know how enslavement of countries begin. Take your helicopters and get out of here, I have no interest in helping you."

"Understood." Bryce said with a smile, and in a fleeting second he drew his pistol and put a point blank bullet in the man's head. His own men drew their guns out before the Uji's could. But Bryce motioned them to lower their guns and said to the Uji's "You've had a long day, would you like food, water and a safe place." The soldiers were silent and shocked but almost seemed to see the necessity in Bryce's action. One of them nodded their head and others followed with softly spoken affirmations.

"Who is the highest ranking among you?" Bryce asked. A tall man raised his hand, and then Bryce reached out to shake it after holstering his gun. "You want to win this war, don't you?" "Yes sir." came from many of the Uji men. Bryce smiled once again. "First order, take his body and display it in a brutal fashion resembling the Nod Fighters. Second order, find me an officer at the first possible time."

"The rest of you, help us set up a camp, if you will."

by **Sensal** » Sat Oct 30, 2010 8:08 pm

Biyelchek

The SPF, after a few days had established themselves fairly well in the city and had even worked with the locals fairly well. The logistics were greatly dependent on Aldastan truck drivers and everything was done to ensure their support through the SPF's stay. Pay nearly four times the starting amount was given to the drivers as well as many other benefits such as healthcare and even ensured protection from the fighting that would most likely soon ensue. Troops were ordered to act respectful toward the drivers and they were even given a massive dinner on the second day of the SPF's stay in the city in appreciation for their services.

But not everyone that showed their good face or acted with kindness could be trusted. The SPF understood the danger of a Civil War and die hard fanatics that would kill themselves to kill the enemy. They understood the kind of mentality that these kind of people that were true radicals that would kill at a moments notice with no hesitation whatsoever. These were the kind of people that they were truly afraid of, people that only thought of the objective to be achieved and pleasing the upper powers.

Knowing that many people in this hostile nation wanted to kill them, the SPF assumed that everyone in the country wanted to kill them, to see them in pain, to see everything they stood for destroyed. Thus, every local was treated with suspicion as if they were to pull out a gun and shoot them. Not soldier was safe in this kind of environment and measures were taken to ensure nothing was to happen. Every person, crate, truck, or package was checked throughly and checked again for anything that would harm anyone in the base. But no defense system was perfect and there were of course gaps that could be exploited by any individual that was smart enough to find one.

The SPF once established and ready for operations in the city, began to expand beyond the docks. Armored vehicles took to the streets and troops began to fan through the city looking for any bits of resistance. All donned full combat gear and had made sure that they would be ready for anything. The ships in the harbor held their missiles at the ready to launch at a moments notice to help the troops on the ground. Surveyors moved about mapping out the city to the tiniest detail and command HQ moved to the center of the city in a rather large hotel.

Orders had been given to make Aldastan basically a colony of Sensal and to use its resources to feed Sensal's rebuilding effforts. Already Sensalian corporations were coming into the city buying up large parts of the city and investing huge amounts of money into the economy. Sensalian infantry guards had been positioned at the city hall for the "protection of the city government" but the message that was thinly veiled could easily be seen. Already the colonization process had begun and it was all the WA's fault...

by **The Floridian Coast** » Mon Nov 01, 2010 7:33 am

Most of the work over the next days was not as bloody as feared. The Floridian Coast mainly established within the capital city Astana had avoided much interaction with their Sensal counterparts. Little interaction spared the uneasiness of mutual distrust. With the Floridian Coast's own intention of crushing the religious uprising and secularizing and socializing a new ally, they could not help but retain their own skepticism at the business done within this country on the edge.

A full 2/3 of the helicopter fleet was put towards food distribution over weekend, though they stayed well armed. In addition to airdrops of food, water, and medicine to the population, solar radios also came in the packages. They broadcast the most subtle of propaganda to the population. News skewed towards Nod's brutality. Mass executions, firing on civilians, brutal displays of their dead enemies. Of course, as WA peacekeepers, the first and foremost duty was to protect the civilian population. A refugee camp was set up a few miles out of Astana for those fleeing the fighting in rural areas. Not too many of the civilians, distrustful of the intervention, came. But those that arrived were screened carefully, and any seeming to have Nod loyalties were monitored closely.

The other 1/3 of the helicopter fleet commenced airstrikes in and outside of Astana. The primary targets were entrenched positions of combatants that seemed to most threaten civilians. Despite a few high ranking kills that could have been scored firing on Nod churches, the fleet held back, knowing that it was too early to fan the flames.

Lieutenant Hern, in plainclothes, led a squad of 20 or so Uji partisans. At their temporary camp deep out in the steppes, he exhibited weaponry to them. "This, is a panzershredder. It does what the name implies. Two or three shots will down almost any enemy armor. Be warned, it combines explosives with EMP. Don't fire it in the direction of anything that is your own, the collateral damage adds up. One shot, and you can pre-emptively detonate a suicide bomber before he gets too close to you."

Suicide bombings were quickly becoming the nation's biggest problem. At Yuri's funeral, security was tight, but not airtight. A truck barreling down the road at lightning speed crashed through the traffic checkpoint. Though no one inside the building and no leaders were harmed, the death of 8 security guards, and this act of defiance and spite by the Nod fighters, would not go unanswered, and would be paid back more than an eye for an eye.

by **Yurishuna** » Mon Nov 01, 2010 3:10 pm

Astana
Vikor Krukof was an ambitious man. One had to be, to get as high in the Party as he had. Uji could talk all they wanted about equality, but the squeaky wheel got the grease. And thus it was shortly after Yuri's death that Viktor had established his position as the new head of the Uji Party. The deaths of several prominent rivals were chalked up to Nodist attacks.

Sitting in the Presidential Mansion, looking at maps and reports of the situation, he knew he had a powerful tool in these foreigners. With them he could finally rid Aldastan of the Nodists, secure the Party as the only political institution. It was simply a matter of moving them in the right directions.

Even now, Revolutionary Guards were unofficially training with these Floridians, learning how to use the new weapons on war they were bringing. Aldastan had rapidly been secured for the Uji Party, but Nod fanatics struck almost daily. That bomb truck at the funeral could have been a disaster.

Sitting behind his desk, he penned a note to the local Revolutionary Guard commander. He was to increase recruitment for the People's Army, the communist militia, from the recruiting camps. Other orders were to begin expanding into the slummier districts of Aldastan, where Nod had a greater influence.

Another note went to the leader of the WA soldiers, Colonel Bryce. It asked that he join Viktor for a meeting, to discuss better cooperation with the Party is re-establishing order in Aldastan. In other words, to determine how best Viktor could use them to crush the Brotherhood.

Biyelchek
“The foreign dogs have come to make Aldastan a colony! They come bearing oppression and exploitation under the guise of peace and aid! We must throw them out, drive them away like the buzzards and scavengers they are!”

The radio stations had been fought over heavily in the opening round of fighting-both sides realized the need to control the flow of information. But they had just as soon recovered from the damage and began broadcasting once again.

The message had changed from support of one side to opposition to the foreigners. The initial optimism, at least in Biyelchek, had died quickly when it became clear that there was more to the SPF than peacekeeping. Fighting between Nod and Uji had lessened dramatically as both sides focused on driving the Sensalis(?) out.

Five days after WAFOR and the SPF had arrived, the local Nod chapter launched their attack.

It began in the docks. Under the cover of a conventional attack on the perimeter by a dozen or so Nod militia, five trucks had slipped through the Sensali screen, loaded with explosives.

With cries of “For the cause!” and “For Kane and Nod!” the drivers sent themselves into the afterlife, five massive explosions ripping through the docks. Machinery and cargo was destroyed, fires caused even more damage. The docks were not entirely out of commission, but they were severely damaged.

At around the same time, a man was walking up the steps of city hall, clutching a briefcase out of which papers poked. As the sounds and sights of the explosions distracted the guards, the man disappeared in a ball of fire as the small but potent explosives in his briefcase and around his waist detonated. The guards who were not killed were powerless to stop the men who rushed into city hall moments later, faces obscured by bandanas and clutching assault rifles and grenades.

Though all were killed by Sensali soldiers, in their rampage they had killed dozens of city bureaucrats and guards. Their prime target-the mayor-escaped death, as he was meeting with the head of the SPF at the time of the attack.

The Nodist stations were full of cries of triumph, of the powerful blow struck against the colonialist oppressors. Even some Uji Party stations commended the attack, though they did not give the credit to Nod.

OOC-Some minor godmodding for the sake of story, if anything was unreasonable then let me know and I’ll change it.

by **The Floridian Coast** » Wed Nov 03, 2010 4:52 pm

OOC: You have my permission to have the Nodists engage and attack my forces, as long as you don't kill Bryce, since he is my recurring staple character.

3 miles outside Astana

Viktor's convoy was guarded to the fullest extent The Floridian Coast could allow. It was hotly debated amongst ranking officers whether or not to provide him such grand security, fearing it may alert suspicious onlookers. Some favored a simple transport in an unmarked car, blending in being the only defense. But he was vital to victory and his life could not be risked. Bryce rationalized anyone taking notice would assume it was his personal bodyguard. As long as he kept his head down, it would work.

2 helicopters flew overhead. Viktor arrived at the command post in a heavy tank, which stopped right outside Bryce's personal residence. Two armed guards motioned for permission for him to enter. Viktor's own team of Uji bodyguards entered with him. Mutual trust and mutual respect grew easier as the days went on.

Bryce rose up from the table, the sound of his boot heels coming together let off a loud crack. He extended his hand to Viktor. In a tight handshake, Bryce spoke first. "Welcome, sir, we are pleased you made it here safely." Viktor stoically replied "I am glad to meet you as well." They sat down across the table from each other. Bryce lit up his cigarette, a luxury brand grown in the tropics. He offered one to Viktor as well, who politely declined "No, thank you, perhaps later."

After taking a long drag, Bryce said "Well, you are our honored guest, please speak first."

Viktor stared deep into Bryce's eyes, almost inquisitively, and spoke "The Uji understands the nature of your presence here. We are quite grateful, though honestly, we must know your intentions. I say this very honestly. Our soldiers have fought much better with the food aid and armor and weapons you've provided, but ultimately all men have intentions. What are yours?'

"To free an ally from the grips of tyranny. Yuri was a dear friend of our leaders."

"Though you are not a communist state."

"We are a socialist state. Ultimately the conditions of our government are just consequences of our location, the mindset of our people, the circumstances we rose from. Much like yours."

"So you are here for ideologies?'

"We are here, Viktor, because this world is torn between civilization and brutality. In such a world, human rights have become a token phrase. The World Assembly is a figurehead these days, is it not? It speaks but it doesn't deliver. The largest gathering of nations in the world has yet to end the brutality of slavery. They can't keep rogue nuclear powers in check. They are made of paper.

Religious extremism is the worst plague the world is facing. Here, your people must deal with the Nodists. In other nations, the Islamic Jihads murder so many. Even modern day Christian crusades are underway in some places."

Bryce lit up a new smoke, Viktor paused and organized his thoughts into a well spoken reply. "So, you are here because of religious extremism? You want to end it."

"Some 'jihads' are worse than others, Viktor. The Nodists here are waging the worst kind, the most brutal kind, of anywhere in the world. If you honestly want to know though, why our nation benefits from aiding this struggle, it is because the WA needs an example set for it. A successful campaign here, our soldiers return home. We give the WA a spine, and gain influence there. You have your country, in peace and prosperity. That is, in the broadest, most forward thinking sense, what we want."

"Thank you for your honesty, friend." Viktor replied, easing up his demeanor. He then added "Because I trust you, I must request your honesty once more. Can we win this war?"

"Against the Nodists, most certainly. I must admit though, Sensal's introduction of globalization to your country worries me."

"And I as well."

"Sensal... we will deal with using politics. The Nodists, we will deal with using firearms."

As they nodded in agreement, a Floridian Coast infantryman entered an saluted, and addressed Bryce "Sir." Bryce was impatient "Are we under attack?" The private nervously replied "No, no sir, not at all. I just, I was requested by the officers to bring you and our honored guest drinks.", as he retrieved a bottle and 2 glasses from his case. "Thank you, as you were." Bryce said not looking up at the private. The infantryman set them up and left the room hastily.

"Formalities. The world overflows with them." Viktor said lightly. "Most certainly." Bryce affirmed.

As they drank, they went on with strategic matters. "Astana is as closed as possible. No direct attacks from infantry. But internal suicide attacks and cars ramming the checkpoints are a daily problem." Bryce said, half reading from his briefing. Viktor responded "Astana is secure and that is a relief to me. Biyelchek is the problem, full fledged Nodists strikes there that go beyond suicide bombings."

"Your people have requested The Floridian Coast send an armed response. That stands?" Bryce asked. "Of course" Viktor said back. "I hope you do not sustain too many casualties."

Bryce finished his drink and thought to himself briefly, finally saying "My men know how to fight. I just hope interactions with Sensal go smoothly."

by **Sensal** » Wed Nov 03, 2010 5:33 pm

Biyelchek

The massive explosions at both the docks and the city hall had severly damaged and hurt the SPF's control over the city as well as their troops moral. No one had expected that an attack would be launched so soon or with such ferocity only five days after they had landed. And they most definitely hadn't expected that suicide bombers would actually kill themselves to gain the objective. But it didn't matter now, the damage had been done and measures to minimize the destruction had already begun. When the city's fire department had rushed to the site to take out the fires, they were under close survailance from troops who were both on the site and hidden on the many rooftops. Each Astanan(?) was treated with even more suspicion and was now beginning to border out right hostility after the attack.

Sensalian troops rushed about attempting to take out fires and cleaning up the devestation. Engineers went about the docks surveying the damage done and seeing what needed to be done to make the operational again. Warehouses now recieved double the guard and the armour of the SPF recieved the same measures as well. HQ was absolutely hectic and nothing could really describe what was going on with words. Phones were constantly ringing, men running in and out, and worst of all shouts could be heard of Mj. General Park screaming as to how the trucks could have gotten past. Security everywhere was doubled and in some cases cases tripled in accordance with its importance.

Several messages were sent to Sensal requesting reinforcements and more supplies. New crews from Sensal had arrived a few days before and were know broadcasting live to Sensal the horrors that their soldiers faced and what humanity faced from these terrible Nodists. Due to the broadcasts, the public began to see the intervention in a new light. That Sensalian troops were not in a pointless and endless war but rather heroic liberators helping the poor people of Astana. Public approval was on the rise and freed up politicians to begin sending more and more materials to the theatere.

Engineers had begun work on the reconstruction on the severly damaged docks and suspected that they wouldn't be online again for several weeks or even months. Until then supplies were being forced to funnel through the airport and unloadings on the beaches. Luckily the ships had recieved little or no damage from the attacks due to their superior armour but now had no place to dock or base themselves. Forced out to the sea, they nonetheless stayed in the city's harbor within missile range ready to provide any support neccesary.

Two Days After Attack

Once the mess was cleaned up and the troops had regrouped, the SPF was ready for the Nodists to pay. K2's now roamed the street blatantly showing off their force and constant patrols of infantrymen gave off a message easily read. People were soon carried off in the middle of the night for no apparent reason and roads closed off for no other reason other then "Under Construction" With much of the city government gone and a "Honor Guard" given to the city's mayor, the SPF was now effectivly in control of the Biyelchek's Government. Enacting martial law in the city, anyone found after 5 PM or before 10 AM would be arrested for suspicion of resistance and plotting against the SPF. Houses were systematically raided for Nodist supporters and sympathizers and anyone who resisted were met with brute force.

Biyelchek Buisness One Week After Arrival(I'm operating under the assumption that Sensalian Buisness had already arrived before as the first wave of imperialism)

Local stores began closing down with Sensalian giant corperations taking over and many TV stations began broadcasting Sensalian programs instead of native ones. The stores were filled with Sensalian products and commercialism. Products were flown in from Sensal with the SPF's supplies and once the docks were repaired massive shipments of goods were prepared. Restraunts featuring Sensalian cuisine became more and more popular as foreign companies moved in or restraunts changed to accomadate the large number of Senalian troops. The Sensalian Won began to appear on the streets as many of the foreign stores and restraunts offered discounts for Won users. Sensalian troops became rich men as the exchange rates were fixed as so the Ruble was worth much less then reality.

Damage Done

KIA: 6 Infantry Men
MIA: 0

Severe damage done to docks. Estimated time for repair is 2 months...

by **The Floridian Coast** » Wed Nov 03, 2010 6:48 pm

Arstral Mountains, 6800 ft. elevation, eastern side

Sergeant Jotun readied his Alpha Team. Deep in these mountains was a massive Nodist base. The extent of this stronghold was vastly underestimated until the Alpha Team entered stalking distance and recorded his observation digitally.

Infantry count: 600 or more, about 1/3 formal soldiers and 2/3 insurgents. Training camp specializing a suicide bombing. Closed aircraft hangar. Armed vehicles.

The reply was thus: Valid assassination targets?

Azra Zhao, high ranking Nodist, inner circle of leadership. PosID.

Take shot and reach extraction point immediately.

Cruise missile assault on main camp?

Affirmative. ETA 1 hr 20 min. Commence.

Jotun would take this shot on his own. His men were further back, except for his spotters who scanned the overall scene with a broader view than a scope. His target was inside one of the aircraft hangars. He patiently waited for him to exit. Precisely counting the minutes. Six. When the door opened though, it was not a group of men, but a plane that slowly anchored out of it. A large sized cargo jet. And then from the adjacent hangar, another identical one.

The Sergeant lowered his gun and took his eyes off the scope. Were the party leaders leaving? For Biyelchek, or somewhere else? Why? His spotter's next word however, made him resume his line of vision down the sight with a reflexive motion "Sergeant, Zhao has exited the hangar on foot, he is not onboard the plane." And from his sight, Jotun found a perfect shot of Zhao. His adrenaline rushed. A blur of red, a silenced "woosh" sound, a hard kickback. Success.

The rest of the men ran to take cover, and screamed out in a panic. Some of their cover was not even sufficient, but only was target was relevant and the Alpha Team's guns were already holstered. The next action surprised Jotun, who stood still surrounded by his men. The planes did not rush back in the safety of the hangars after the assassination before their eyes. They thrust themselves forward and took off too rapidly for their own safety. But they made it off the ground and ascended, and then split directions and faded out of sight.

Jotun used the vocal interface to call back The Floridian Coast's home base this time. "Zhao eliminated, but 2 c-" and the line was cut dead. An RPG hit squarely in the center of them, and had the Alpha Team survived the blast, they would not have survived the ton of mountain that buried them.

Viktor already departed after the meeting, The Floridian Coast command post was in disarray, attempting to understand what just happened.

Meanwhile, 2 fully fueled cargo planes, with single pilots, and a full payload of explosive material, were headed on a suicide missions in Biyelchek and Astana. Their ETA was 3 hours, and could "land" at the start of working hours this Thursday morning.

by **Yurishuna** » Thu Nov 04, 2010 10:10 am

OOC-The Floridian Coasts, I'll let you RP the suicide planes, since I'm not sure what you intended for them to do

Outside Astana
Near the Floridian base camp, a group of Nodist Black Hand, the Nod equivalent of the Revolutionary Guards, gathered around a Katyusha rocket launcher.

“The imperialists meet down there,” the leader said. “We will strike quickly and wipe their leaders out.”

There were murmured agreements and prayers to Nod. The Black Hand crept off, assault rifles held close to chests.

A few minutes after the private entered with the drinks, the Katyusha shrieked, vomiting a salvo of unguided rockets at the Floridian base below.

As they struck, explosions engulfing the base, the Black Hand let out cheers and charged, letting off bursts of suppressive fire as they moved, standard fireteam “fire and maneuver” tactics, towards the base.

Biyelchek
The tentative peace that was now emerging around the country was in short supply in Biyelchek. In a move that none could have seen until after the arrival of WAFOR, the Nodists and Uji Party followers had called a truce against the Sensalis. Now the destructive energies both sides had cultivated against one another were turned, with no distractions, on the foreigners.

Roving patrols were met by snipers, ambushes, and IEDs. Midnight raids were met by armed resistance and suicide bombers who allowed themselves to be captured only to turn their transport into a smoldering wreck minutes later. The government was now made up of only the most dedicated of collaborators; assassinations had thinned out the rest, either by killing them or sending them running from the puppet government like rats from a sinking ship.

Businesses that catered to, or were run by, Sensalis were hit over and over, things ranging from minor vandalism to bombs. Boycotts of local businesses turned the new investments into useless spending. Their only market would be SPF troops, as Nodists and communists ensured their supporters got fed by other sources.

Nodist and Uji militia from other parts of the country began to filter into Biyelchek, now recognized by everyone as the epicenter of the fight against foreign occupation. Most of the other cities had stayed free, and the country was now almost evenly divided between the Nodists in the north, centered on Shykement, and the communist Uji Party in the south, around Dushanbe. Astana was mostly peaceful, save for a handful of Nod cells, and Biyelchek was exploding with violence.

by **The Floridian Coast** » Thu Nov 04, 2010 5:29 pm

OOC: I was intending them both to hit Uji governmental buildings, if that is alright. I thought it was time to escalate Nodist engagement.

Also, would you like me to RP Viktor having already escaped or him still generally in the base and having to protect him?

by **Yurishuna** » Fri Nov 05, 2010 8:04 am

Sounds good. Viktor can still be in the base, it'll keep him alive when the planes hit.

by **The Floridian Coast** » Fri Nov 05, 2010 10:36 am

Floridian Coast Base, 6:34AM

Two men rushed into Bryce's room, 5 seconds apart from the other. The first said "Sir, the Alpha team has come under attack and is MIA, they have tried to alert us about some kind of..." and he was cut off from the second man, who exclaimed "We're under attack, Viktor is outside."

Bryce rose up and said "Protect him!" as if it were not obvious to do so. The men raised their guns and took Bryce out the backdoor, and rushed him inside the heaviest tank available.

Outside, two Uji bodyguards were taking cover from suppressing fire with Viktor behind a truck. Two Floridian Coast corporals joined them, and raised their guns over the top of the truck, blindly returning fire.

A sergeant screamed from his adjacent cover behind a tank "Draw their fire, we need Viktor to get to the helicopter." The corporals took a deep breath and ran out from under the truck in opposite directions, up the hill. The one running to the left was shot dead, and the one running to the right dropped to prone position. This diversion of a few seconds was all they needed. Had the Nodists known Viktor was taking cover there, he might not have been so lucky. His bodyguards ran with him in a desperate sprint, and they jumped into the chopper a few feet off the ground. The pilot called in the command center. "Are we encircled?" "Negative. Fly a few miles South with Viktor and land, we will call you when we've cleared the base." The chopper took off, as the Uji bodyguards made sure Viktor was not wounded. He was fine, only winded from the long run. Bryce's tank slowly trailed the helicopter and left the line of fire.

On the hill, Corporal Emerson turned slightly, and saw his dead comrade soaked red from the Nodist fire. A rage awakened in him. 6 grenades on his person, he threw them up the hill in sets of two, letting them cook in his hand for a moment. Silence.

Now he ran up, behind the Nodists improvised barricades were six wounded men, a few of them seconds from death. He drew out his knife and slashed at them. A Nodist with legs torn from the grenades, he pulled up by his collar and slashed the throat of. The final man was an officer, who pulled out his sidearm and landed a shot squarely in Emerson's heart. In his last seconds of life, Emerson stumbled and fell, though while plunging the blade deep inside the Nodist's mouth.

The Nodists further back charged in, but the Floridian Coasts lighter tanks quickly pushed them back. The skirmish lasted all but ten minutes. 11 Floridian casualties, all enlisted men. All the Nodists were eliminated.

Bryce and Viktor met up again where the chopper landed out on the barren steppes. "I've received word the enemy has been eliminated." Bryce said "Our convoy is coming, they will discuss with you options for a safe place to stay while we recalculate the conflict's level." Viktor was defiant of the Nodists. "I need to get back to the Uji headquarters in Astana. The inside is safe from the bomb trucks, I have to meet with party leaders and escalate engagement." Bryce sighed, and looked in the eyes of Viktor's guards for agreement as he said "Just stay for a few hours here. The sun is rising and you can make your way back, after we hunt for Nod cells in the area." Viktor nodded in agreement, and looked into the Astana skyline, at his country deep in peril.

Biyelchek, 7:59 AM

At the Uji Military Central Compound in Biyelchek, jointly guarded (and monitored closely) by the Sensals, deep underground in the command bunker, the Uji leadership felt a violent shake. Above the service, the first plane had crashed, and the main building of the base was all but annihilated. The plane in a suicidal dive hit the 6th, 5th, and 4th floors. All floors above fell forward.

Things were about to get much more complicated for the Sensal peacekeepers, as first word of the attack reached them. Today their many storefronts and businesses would stay quiet, as they faced the dark and imminent reality of a full scale war erupting in the country they were within.

Astana, 8:13 AM

The Presidential Palace of Astana, deep in the downtown, was flooded with Uji party leaders on the West side, the East side largely uninhabitable from various suicide attacks. The suicide plane hit, crashing from the empty side, but piercing many walls. Billows of smoke followed a wave of fire, it could not be determined how many casualties there were, how many vital Uji figures may have lost their lives.

The Floridian Coast Base, 9:30 AM

The smoke rising out of Astana's hazy skyline was an ominous site. Viktor kept his poise superficially, but inside his anger was growing. Major Arth approached Viktor, taking off his hat in respect of the burning skyline. Not making much eye contact, he said to the Uji Leader "Sir, our broadcasting station is clear and pushing through all channels. When you are ready to address your country, just tell our controller at the main computer."

by **Sensal** » Sat Nov 06, 2010 10:10 pm

Biyelchek

4 Hours After Attack

The damage to the SPF was massive and nothing for what they themselves had prepared themselves for. Soldiers lay on the ground dead, vehicles lay in the streets burning alongside the bodies, but the men's resolve was never stronger. Seeing the destruction these creatures had caused only strengthened their sense of duty and responsibility to rid the world of the menace. Before everything had been for the reconstruction of Sensal, but now it came to protecting the people of the world from these beasts that had absolutely no morals nor rules whatsoever. They would do anything to kill and nothing would stand in their way between them and their objective. These people to them were not humans no more, rather they were now beasts, possessed by Satan himself for the pure destruction of everything man had thought as good. The SPF was no longer a simple peacekeeping force, it was now a crusade against the evildoers that occupied this world.

"You FUCKING IDIOT!" face blood red and veins bulging out of his neck and eyes as red as his face, Mj. General Park once known for his composure in the heat of battle now didn't let anything hold back in abusing his subordinates. Striking the Major that had commanded the defense, Park hit him so hard the Major fell to the floor tears falling and face bleeding. Picking himself up only to be struck down once again except even harder, the Major stayed down on the floor this time unconscious. Walking to his office fuming, the hectic and crowded office made a path for him as if being forced by an unseen force. Entering his office and slamming the door shut, nearly the entire office stared at the door wondering what their future was to be.

Dimming the lights and throwing his head back, Park took a deep breath and held his hand to his forehead. Closing his eyes and enjoying the silence for a moment, Park sat in his armchair and opened his eyes remembering his duty. Face returning back to normal and veins receding into his skin, a person could easily see that Park had gained several years from the stress and his condition. Shoulders visibly sagging and dark bags under his eyes, Park picked up the telephone dialing the President's private line slowly as if it was his own death march. Bringing the phone to his ear and waiting for the President to pick up, Park moisturized his lips waiting to deliver the news himself.

"Sir, I have some news...."

Official Communique of the Republic of Sensal

TO: International Community
FROM: The Republic of Sensal

Dear International Community...

Today, shockwaves have been felt around the world and beyond as we mourn the loss of so many heroic men. At approximately 7:59 AM Nodist extremists conducted a suicide attack using commercial planes that has caused massive destruction and death among the SPF. Hundreds of our heroic men were lost as well as tens of thousands of lives of innocent civilians who did not deserve to die. We consider these things as acts of war against our nation and in a larger sense the International Community at large. We originally sent troops to keep the nation stable and protect their people. But after these attacks on both civilians and military personal, we have been forced to make a decision we wish we could have never made. We hereby due to these attacks, declare war on the Nodist Extremists that plague this world with their violence and destruction. We will fight this war until our mission is accomplished. We will fight this war until the people are safe again. We will fight this war until the world is once again safe for the common man. This war will not just affect our own nation nor Aldastan, this war will affect the world. And this war is not something short term as well, this war will affect future generations to come. We shall fight for the people, for the world, and for our children.

RSN Death Astute Class Nuclear Submarine

"Launch Tubes One, Two, Three, and Four are online and ready for launch. Launch doors are 100% opened and missiles have been checked for launch readiness with a 100% readiness. Requesting permission to fire"

"Permission given. Fire"

"Firing"

Four Tomahawk Block IV cruise missiles left the submerged submarine streaking toward several suspected Nodist bases around the city. Another four were launched and another making the grand total sent twelve missiles that would hopefully wreak havoc among the Nodists and provide the SPF to regroup.

by **Yurishuna** » Sun Nov 07, 2010 7:55 am

OOC-This is going to be short and kind of crappy, fair warning

IC-The attacks decimated the Uji Party structure. Although Viktor had survived, almost everyone between him and the local commanders was dead. Nod would have a key advantage now as the communists struggled to put themselves back together, until then it would be scattered, uncoordinated resistance to a unified Nodist enemy.

Outside Astana
Viktor gave a short speech over the radio, exhorting his followers to continue the fight and condemning the Church for their cowardly tactics. With that done, he quickly requested transport back to Dushanbe, where Uji had its stronghold. For now Astana would have to be the responsibility of the Floridians and whatever remnants of the local Party they could enlist. Viktor was needed elsewhere, to rally support and spearhead the rebuilding the Party.

Biyelchek
The bulk of the Uji foot soldiers, now sans their command structure, were quickly swept up into Nod militias. The cruise missile strikes obliterated several Nod camps, but also wiped out a pair of Uji bases, further crippling their presence in the city.

The attack emboldened the religious extremists. Attacks of all kinds increased as they saw a chance to score more victories. More Nodists were filtering in from up north, including some Black Hand paramilitaries who boasted military-grade arms, armor, and training.

by **The Floridian Coast** » Sun Nov 07, 2010 12:18 pm

OOC: Do you still plan on having three threads? I did send telegrams to the two other nations who were invited to Angels in Hell but I received no reply.

by **The Floridian Coast** » Sun Nov 07, 2010 4:42 pm

Astana, 2PM

Astana was locked. Words could not express this marvel of modern warfare adequately, but essentially, it was as protected as humanly possible. The airport was closed down, any planes entering Astana's airspace would be automatically deemed a threat and shot to pieces in the air. More importantly though, the borders were closed now.

After the aerial attacks, the lives of 480 Floridian Coast soldiers were claimed instantaneously, along with a growing tally of 5000 + civilians, and much of the Uji Party. Nod cells were organizing, moving past relying on suicide attacks and now full scale assaults.

Fully half of the Floridian Coast's tanks formed a circle around the city, with three times as many electric transport vehicles, and mounted guns. Some of the leaders in command argued with Colonel Bryce over this tactic. "Such a waste!" they argued. Many of the majors insisted it would be better to have the full force put into assault. They believed the Nodists had nowhere near the manpower to take Astana, and therefore would not even try. But Bryce knew better. He saw how gradual suicide attacks could chip away at the city piece by piece, until there was nothing left.

So as of this point, only Floridian Coast peacekeepers and Uji party members could enter or leave the city. Daily deliveries of food, medicine, and building materials reassured the civilian population, but there was still animosity, even amongst those who stood by the Ujis. To do their best to help the civilians not feel like prisoners, they were allowed to travel with relative freedom within the city.

3 days after the attack, Operation Fortress was complete. Setting up a wall of men and iron outside, and purging Nodist cells from the inside. All in all, The Floridian Coast was able to kill 3000+ Nodist insurgents, and took an additional 1000 prisoners of war. This came at the cost of 57 casualties to the Floridian peacekeepers, but reinforcements were arriving from the sea.

Bryce himself, in a rare public appearance, spoke on television and radio. While not incredibly proficient in the Adalstani language, he had studied it and decided to speak in it, after much rehearsal and practice. He wanted the civilians to feel his empathy, as well as he could.

"The battle for Astana has been a tiresome 72 hours, but it is complete. As of now, Astana is safe. As all of you within the city know, it is locked down for your safety, and supplies are being imported every day. We also want to assure you that food supplies are reaching all your fellow citizens outside this city. Further, we are pleased to announce a new communication infrastructure is being established. In just a few days' time, you will all be able to reach your relatives and friends by telephone or internet, anywhere in Adalstan."

The Floridian Coast had preserved the capital, and in their eyes, took the first step towards preserving the country. Their field base, however, and colonel Bryce himself, were being demobilized. They were headed to Biyelchek, the major city most vulnerable to Nodist invasion. Viktor too was leaving. He declined Floridian protection, but he was given a plane. An Airforce One of sorts, one of the best available. Aboard it were the surviving Uji leaders, and their best special forces. They would leave to rally Uji support around the country. Support much needed now, as it would take loyal civilians to win this war.

On the road to Biyelchek, 8:10PM

While out on the open steppes, Bryce received a call, it was from Andrei Marev, the leader of the Department of Social Welfare from the High Coalition, perhaps the de facto leader of the Floridian Coast despite the official oligarchy. It was word that the Marshall of the Department of Defense, the highest ranking military leader, had passed away in his sleep at the age of 88 the previous night. And skipping the usual path of being a general commanding from home, Bryce was promoted to Marshall of The Floridian Coast. He would have a seat in New Clearwater as one of the five highest ranking statesmen of his nation. But he was told to continue commanding the forces in Adalstan. And this promotion, fully unorthodox, was accepted with great responsibility and great concern.

by **Sensal** » Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:09 pm

Biyelchek

The SPF was in absolute chaos and confusion after the attacks. Communication lines were completely jammed with calls and nearly all land lines were destroyed in heavy fighting or destroyed in the suicide attack. HQ had absolutely no communication with the ground nor with the fleet that lay in the harbor not able to help the raging battle in the city. The fleet lay a sitting duck in the middle of the harbor not knowing the situation on the ground nor the situation in general. All that they could possibly do now was to wait for communication lines to reopen and shoot at any enemy that showed up close enough to fire at.

The cruise missiles that had been shot hopefully would give the SPF time to regroup and reorganize for the defense. With many Nodist bases obliterated to shreds, the Nods nonetheless kept pressing against a shattered defense line that was breaking in many places. Having almost no time whatsoever to regroup and reorganize for an organized defense, the streets of Biyelchek were pure anarchy. Every man for himself and the survival of the fittest were now the rules and civilian usually ended up dead for that reason.

Sensalian troops though began to group together near HQ creating a sort of improvised defensive line that was weakly held. But many in the city were forced to stay on the streets as the travel to HQ would be much to long and dangerous. But nonetheless many made it to the line and the line was held as HQ quickly packed and destroyed everything that couldn't be taken with them. Moving everything able to be taken into trucks, HQ personal rushed back and forth between the building and the improvised convoy carrying materials.

Eventually the process was finished and 30 trucks filled with HQ personal and equipment took off with the small force that acted as an escort force. Nearly all the heavy equipment was with the convoy and the sheer size and numbers would hopefully be enough to scare off any potential attackers. Moving toward the docks were the fleet was, the convoy hoped to make to the docks and once there be able to regroup.

by **The Floridian Coast** » Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:52 pm

The PCS Solar, The Floridian Coast's behemoth carrier, saw land, and with it, allied Sensal ships. They were ordered to come to a halt, and then a fleet of 4 jets took off from it, followed by 20 helicopters rising. The jets sped off into the distance to hit further back Nodist forces, while the helicopters sped towards urban warfare to engage.

They pounded the Nodist side of the front line with missiles, laying down heavy suppressive fire as well.

Simultaneously, the Floridian Coast's armored column pierced the Eastern side of the city, and pierced through a block of enemies to reach the Sensal HQ.

Captain Wilson ran quickly, with his ears ringing from the sounds of warfare. Reaching a Sensal officer, Wilson shouted over the cacophony of the battle to the Sensal "We've come here to reinforce you. A much more significant Nodist force approaches and we may have to contemplate evacuation. You are garrisoned here so it is your leadership's call."

by **Yurishuna** » Tue Nov 09, 2010 4:37 pm

OOC-Post soon, sorry for the wait but Rl came a callin'

by **The Floridian Coast** » Tue Nov 09, 2010 7:51 pm

OOC - No worries, I've had a heavy dose of RL to deal with myself.

After my day tomorrow though, I have a 4 day weekend so I'm prepared to go all out in NS nerdiness.

by **Yurishuna** » Fri Nov 12, 2010 1:14 pm

Biyelchek
This was the final battle. Nod’s reach had been drastically curtailed by the coming of the foreigners, only their traditional stronghold of Shykement remained fully in their control. Astana was lost to them, as was most everything below the river-north of the river was mostly theirs, save for Biyelchek and the immediate surrounding area.

Here was where Nod focused, with the goal of delivering a bloody battle. Even if it could not defeat the foreigners, something even Kane himself considered unlikely, they could inflict heavy enough casualties to force a withdrawal, or at least a temporary halt to the pressure.

Nod fighters were continuously drifting in, in small groups often disguised as government troops or humanitarian workers. The battle lines were ambiguous-attacks could come from anywhere, against combat or noncombat personnel. The Black Hand had 3,000 soldiers in Biyelchek, with untold thousands of Nod militia and fanatics. While these militia were a mixture of conscripts and devout farmers and city-dwellers, armed with whatever weapons they owned and without amor, the Black Hand sported TAR-21s, military-grade body armor, and even some light armor in the form of some M113 APCs and a few BMPs.

The fighting was bloody, house-to-house combat for every block. Most of the civilians had taken the hint and fled the city, leaving only combatants and those who lacked means to leave. Most of the second group ended up as collateral damage.

The skies weren’t safe either, as there were an abundance of SAMs, both shoulder-launched MANPADS and bigger fixed missile systems. Helicopters were also met with barrages of random ground fire as militia took any chance they got to strike at the infidels.

by **The Floridian Coast** » Fri Nov 12, 2010 9:01 pm

Floridian Coast Biyelchek Command Center

From the Biyelchek command center, Marshall Bryce spoke on webcam, perhaps to the last time, to Viktor. The Uji leader told him "Your intelligence people shared with us the location of Anton Slavik in Shykement, this is true?" "Yes, the Nodists have relocated their capital there.", Bryce confirmed, thinking this unimportant as he was only a half mile outside of the danger zone of the Battle of Biyelchek. Viktor continued "Then why not strike him? It would damage Nodist leadership." Bryce replied "They have strong anti-aircraft fortification there, and rudimentary missile defense. There would be no guarantee." Viktor countered "There is always a guarantee if you bomb it enough." For the first time, Bryce began to feel very tense with Viktor. "We do not have the resources, we are focusing the fight on Biyelchek as we speak. My men are dying by the minute and we need everyone here."

Viktor paused and sighed, he then said "You said Yuri was a dear friend of your leader, true?" "Yes." "Well, my friend, I believe an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is in order. They took his life in cold blood." Marshall Bryce understood, but he said the most rational thing he could come up with "Viktor. They will never stop. Not like last time, they will never stop until they destroy your government, until they annihilate the Uji party, unless they have their own peace. Think of your supporters everywhere, all the loyal citizens. Think of the Christians and Muslims here and what they are facing because of a Nodist holy war." Viktor replied "What do you suggest?"

Bryce now spoke bluntly "Let them keep Shykement, and the mountains North of the river. Let them have their country, and you can have yours." Viktor spoke back in anger "I don't want these murderers to have one inch of soil of my beloved country!" Bryce replied "I want you to have a country left. I want my country to have an ally. And after seeing everything I've seen here, I want peace." They both calmed themselves now. Viktor now said "And I want peace most of all too. But we must hold on to Biyelchek, and the river, I cannot accept anything less." Bryce felt relief at things coming to a close, and said "My men wouldn't be fighting if we didn't intend to preserve Biyelchek. We want peace, so we prepare for war." The conversation ended, the agreement reached. Viktor and Bryce both dreamed of their own countries, but the knew the final sigh of relief would not come until Biyelchek was won.

Inner Biyelchek, ground zero of the suicide plane strike

Private Linda Martin was only 18, she chose the Floridian Coast Armed Forces as a way out of a stagnant home life that left her bored and discontent. She expected to watch the borders at home and learn to fly, she never expected to be thrown into the middle of a bloody war. But even the battlefield to her was a better scene than the boredom of everyday life, at least consciously. Unconsciously though, every instinct in her head told her she was in the worst possible place. But she carried on her duty.

Seven male comrades surrounded her, along with 6 Sensals and 35 Uji partisans nearby. Biyelchek was an ash heap, at least from where she was standing. Ground zero of the suicide attacks looked as desolate and empty as possible. In the skyline, she saw burning buildings. Aircraft and anti-aircraft platforms exchanged non-stop rain of fire, and from the distance she could not even tell which side each was on.

A Nodist temple a block away was their target. It housed their communications, many of their officers, and a significant anti-air defense. With this stronghold of the enemy taken, Floridian helicopters could force a wedge through and lay down heavy bombing on the rest of the city, hopefully, in the leaderships' eyes, heavy enough to rout all but the most extreme Nodists fighting. Tanks could not piece it because of barriers of debris and chasms of rended streets. So, modern warfare in the end differed very little from a scene like the Battle of Berlin. They were to pay in blood for every inch they took.

Sergeant Kenton had the Floridians regroup. The Sensals split off from them, they were to rejoin the bulk of their force and take the streets where their culture and businesses once thrived, destroy the enemy, and raise their flag. The Uji partisans were to help the Floridian Urban Marines take the temple from the Nodist grasp, but the group suddenly faced fire from the opposite direction.

Hundreds of Nodist soldiers were pouring in. Kenton radioed the Floridian Command "Find a way for those GODDAMN TANKS. We need them or we're all dead!" His reply came seconds later, seconds that felt like hours "We have breached through the East, ETA 10 minutes." Kenton spat back angrily "How about some artillery support in the mean time?" "Coordinates?" The sergeant read them off, meticulously distinguishing their own coordinates from the enemy. The Nodists began their charge. The Uji's laid down suppressing fire on them, killing only a few but pinning the bulk of them, to buy time.

Kenton bit his lip, and counted the seconds. And then the Earth shook violently. Buildings fell, it would be an awe-inspiring sight if not so terrifying, the artillery tore apart foundations and collapsed the block south of them. In that instant, many Nodist fighters were buried. The artillery was careful however not to hit friendlies, so the Nodists that had nearly encircled them remained unharmed. The Uji partisan leader yelled to Kenton over the barrage of gunfire "Take your soldiers and take that temple, we'll fight off the enemy here." Kenton confirmed, and then turned to Private Martin and said "Call our reinforcements, we cannot storm the temple with only 8 of us!" "Yes sergeant!" she replied, and radioed in the Delta squad which at last contact was a half mile away. "Delta Squad, what is your status, over" she said, trying to conceal her nervousness. A voice untainted by background noise of nearby gunfire replied "We have secured this block, sustaining 114 casualties and killing a few hundred of the enemy." "Can you send 30 men to our position at Ground Zero?" The Delta Squad's speaker starkly replied "At the cost of this block, the enemy is already regrouping." Linda knew there was no other option "Then abandon it, the temple is our most important objective and the fastest way to take this city."

She was met with contempt. "And who is this an order from, you are not an officer." She yelled back "This is Linda Martin, speaking on behalf of Technical Sergeant Kenton." The Delta Squad's speaker only countered "I want to hear it from an officer, otherwise we are entrenching in this block and holding it permanently." Linda now felt worse than ever, she wondered why Kenton even would have thought it a good idea for her to call them in. She replied coldly "You'll hear from an officer when you're charged with desertion!" and ended the transmission.

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The Uji fighters were bracing for the next wave of Nodists. They had held strong but already lost 3 of their own, and their numbers were too thin to lose too many. As they reloaded, and began to prepare to open fire again, one of the Uji partisans yelled "Kill them, kill them all, for Yuri!" His comrades echoed him "For Yuri!" "For Viktor!" "For the Uji Party!" and finally, loudest of all "For our glorious Adalstan!!!!!" Adrenaline surged through their vains, down to their fingers on the trigger as the assaulting Nodists began being swept up in a hail of fire.

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Deadlocked and trapped, minutes past for the Floridian squad. Linda clinched her fist in anxiety, and Kenton nearly held his breath, until finally in the distance, they saw friendlies approaching. The Delta Squad was arriving. A young private, not at all the person Linda spoke to over the radio, ran across wary of enemy sniper fire, and approached her. "We made the choice to rig up our stronghold building with explosives and reinforce you. Sorry for the delays." A corporal followed, and asked "Whose command are we under?" "Mine." Sergeant Kenton spoke out loudly. He waited for all of his men to regroup before giving the orders. "One of our heavy tanks has made it through the enemy lines, its other three were lost to the battle. When it fires upon the doors of the temple and blasts them open, charge in and take cover behind the columns."

The blast came immediately, and the soldiers rushed in. They cleared the ground floor after 10 minutes, losing 11 of their own in the process. Private Martin had emptied out more than a few clips, hitting a few targets. Kenton directed for the soldiers to go up the stairs now, and he lead the charge out, and in that second, sniper fire echoed. Kenton was hit in the leg, but fell as if the shot was fatal. Without hesitation, half a dozen Floridian soldiers sprayed fire up above. The sniper took cover, but the hail of bullets pierced it, and he stumbled wounded before falling off the edge. To Linda's relief, Kenton was alive, but that relief faded when she saw how deeply the bullet pierced his leg, he was definitely unable to walk. She dragged her sergeant to cover as quickly as she could. He finally spoke to her, in labored breathing "We almost have it. Take the top floor, direct them for me, as I told you how to. And call me a medic once you've taken it."

When the Floridian soldiers had finally cleared the temple, there were four of them left alive. Linda wondered to herself why she'd be so lucky to be one of them. And after medical help reached Kenton, she raised the flag of the Floridian Coast as a symbol to their airforce that they can now strike deep. They had a chance yet to hold onto Biyelchek, or whatever was left of it now.

Astana

The order, confirmed by Marshall Bryce, was given to return full control of Astana to the Uji Party. 3/4 of the soldiers there prepared to return home, while a certain amount would head to Biyelchek to aid in the fighting. A de facto split of Biyelchek had occurred, with the Floridian Coast predominantly controlling the East sector of combat operations and Sensal generally in the West. The battle was not yet won, but the Floridian Coast tightened their grip while waiting for Sensal to make their own forceful push.

After receiving word of a path cleared for his airforce, Bryce retrieved medals for his soldiers who survived the assault. He knew that this time he would return to his homeland a hero, and he saw in his future a chance to guide his nation in a world changing direction. Perhaps the situation could not quite be described as peace, not by a longshot actually. But Bryce gained a new perspective where peace seemed much more valuable to him now. The smoke of Biyelchek rose up in black billows, the setting sunned shimmered through the ominous darkness.

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OOC: My final post. Good RP, will check out Sensal and Yurishuna's conclusions too.

by **Yurishuna** » Sat Nov 13, 2010 3:43 pm

OOC-I don't have the time to do a big ending post right now, so in summary Biyelchek is basically a WA-controlled DMZ, Nod has the north, Uji has the south, everyone hates the Sensalis and the Uji love the Floridians. I may do a follow-up RP when I have time.

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