South Orelsian Independence War(Vietnam Tech/Athiris Only)

[South Orelsia]

Horror as Car Bombs strike Greater Orelsian Embassies!

Today the world of Athiris was gripped in fear and pandemonium as explosions rung out in every known Greater Orelsian embassy by car bombs. While it is yet to be known who exactly planted the bombs or who orchestrated this vile attack on civlians, we are certain that the thugs WILL be brought to justice and punished for their crimes. The official death toll rakes in at 217 deaths, 326 civilians in critical condition and 425 non-fatal injuries. This is a dark day indeed...

OOC: So, as you may have guessed that this is for Athirisians only but feel free to read through if you haven't got much to do. So this is the OP, as you might've guessed, and all Athirisian nation may or may not give a reaction to the events before I announce the perpetrators.

[Terrocka]

Terrocka officially condemns the violence and calls for peace.

[Astuana]

Astuana stands with Terrocka in condemning these acts of violence. Astuanan President sends out his condolences go to those families of whom have lost a loved one. Astuanan Intelligence agents in Orelsia begin an undercover operation to find out who is responsible.

[South Orelsia]

Kimbareta Tsiba wasn't as imposing as the rest of his entourage, standing at only 5'9 spotting him surprisingly difficult in a crowd. Beads of sweat ran down his head, his focus remaining solely on the effect the Operation Eagle's Wakening was a success but at a dreadful cost in civilian lives which would serve to damage not only his reputation but also that of his organisation. This organisation was the South Orelsian Liberation Organisation, SOLA for short. Its sole objective was to liberate South Orelsia from the tyrannical clutches of Greater Orelsia and form a fair and equal society where a person can make a difference in the world. However, its lack of prominence was one reason behind its less that substantial armaments with bolt-action rifles of the last two decades being more popular than that of the automatic AK and worn out Bren machine guns making up the most of the LMG department and a drab colour uniform being more commonplace than camouflage and berets or boonie hats being used instead of helmets. Yes, SOLA was in a dire position.

Tsiba however was known for his tactical brilliance and he knew how to win a war, be it a slow bloody one or a quick one. The lush jungles and hills would be the key to SOLA's success in this war, the Greater Orelsian People's Army being unable to send any sort of powerful armoured vehicle would prove to be a valuable asset for SOLA to utilise, at least to gain a stronghold in the jungles however the lower, bushlands of the Northern Districts would prove to be a more difficult target but this was daydreaming at best, SOLA needed international help if were to win this war and the recent deaths caused by the car bombings may hasten any help that they could recieve. Tsiba sighed, he knew an announcement was needed and he would be the man to do it but not in the form of letters. Long ago Tsiba had learned the power the radio had over people and he would utilise it and he had taken the liberty of installing a room designed specifically for broadcasting in the Tunnel HQ of SOLA. He stepped into the room, a cool blast of air greeting him as he entered the room before he signaled for technician to turn on the broadcast.

All over the world, Tsiba's smooth voice could be heard. "For those who's ears listen, I am Kimbareta Tsiba, the leader of the South Orelsian Liberation Organisation that were responsible for the attack on Black Tuesday. While I am are regretful for the deaths I will not apologise for them. Their deaths serve to highlight the desperation of the South Orelsian people under a totalitarian dictatorship under the guise of a democratic Socialist Federation. SOLA claims responsibility for the Black Tuesday attacks and we will continue to do so until the Republic of South Orelsia is free" he finished, his voice talking in fluent English to attract a wide audience. He took several breathes, praying that he had made the right decision.

[Cittadea]

Excerpt from The Sentinel for the 12th March 1963.
It has been confirmed that the responsible party of the Black Tuesday Bombings is the terrorist group known as SOLA (South Orelsian Liberation Army). The attacks, which has claimed 217 lives, were deemed necessary by the leader of the rebels, Kimbareta Tsiba, in a recording released this morning.
Of the 217 victims, 12 were Cittadeans and all but 1 were embassy workers. Their families have been informed.

[Nordiskforbund]

Sandheden: Sunday 17/3/1963

Terrorist Attack at Orelsian Embassy:
Earlier today a car bomb was detonated outside of the Orelsian embassy in Copenhagen. This attack claimed a total of nine lives, an injured twenty more citizens. The organisation behind these attacks call themselves the South Orelsian Liberation Army, SOLA. They are a counterrevolutionary militia operating from the southern part of the Socialist Federation of Greater Orelsia who are intent on dividing Orelsia and imposing a Dictatorship of the Bourgeoisie upon the citizens who would live in their territory. An official statement from the Communist Party has officially been released condemning SOLA from an ideological standpoint, stating that their views are regressive and if they truly want progress, then they must accept the fact that Leftism of any sort is the future of humanity.

Worldwide, there have been a total of 217 confirmed deaths from these attacks, and many hundreds more have been injured, putting the total number of those directly affected by these bombings at almost one thousand and the number of those who were indirectly affected much higher. The Communist Party has declared SOLA to be a terrorist organisation. Any affiliation with SOLA within the Nordic fatherland is considered counterrevolution, in addition to any other crimes that are caused by the affiliation. The leader of SOLA, a man named Kimbareta Tsiba, has been declared a terrorist by the Communist Party, and has been added to the Global Wanted List, a list of people who have committed serious crimes against humanity and are living without punishment, but should be brought to justice. Chairman Holmström himself has condemned the actions of SOLA and of Tsiba as those of "misguided traitors to the human race."

Authorities are currently attempting to find whoever was responsible for setting off the car bomb in front of the Orelsian Embassy in Copenhagen. Whoever the terrorist or terrorists were who set up the attack are liable to be sentenced to death or a life in prison on account of counterrevolution, treason if they are Norsemen, nine counts of murder, among other charges.

[Cornshia]

King Olan Von Drachen II sends in aid to the country but not much. All Fernic citizens in Greater Orelsia are called home, expense to travel back home will be paid for by the goverment.

[South Orelsia]

Battle of Mxumbo

Dzingai Steyn was in all truths a boy. Barely out of college and a face that still held many of the hopes and dreams of that of a small boy, the job his was doing wasn't what you'd expect. The village of Mxumbo lay at the meeting of the River Croydon and the River Kaplyn, making it one of the most valuable places to control in Southern Orelsia as it would enable any force occupying it to control the rivers south of it and either allow or prevent aid reaching any position along the river, hence why SOLA was intent on capturing it. The current force occupying it numbered around 642 Socialist soldiers while only 342 SOLA revolutionaries were dispatched to capture it. Dzingai took a moment to take in the area. It was surprisingly low lying and surrounded in thick bush-lands, something that would be utilised by SOLA members once they reached the small village, with a single main road snaking its way through the dense bush. The commander, a tall, thin man who put many men to shame over beard sizes crawled back to where SOLA had taken up camp.

"I count two PKs and three FM 24s along the fron gate, the regs look like they're armed with FN FALs and I think I spotted a jeep with another LMG on top" he reported, before looking at the assigned mortarmen "We'll be needing you to take out the LMGs first, a few screamers to startle them then bring the boomers" he ordered, sending them scurrying off to the Mortar Pits. Dzingai held his M2 close, foreseeing that they were dreadfully under equipped to have a quick victory as did many of the men present. "Rest of you, I need you to spread out around the village then wait for the mortars to start hittin' them. If we fire from all sides we should put 'em scared" this information was greeted by a silent nodding. Although many wished to share their thoughts, they knew that openly saying them would only serve to scare the men.

32 minutes later

The slow, arduous crawl downhill was an experience that had shaken Dzingai to the core. He could hear the Commies talking and generally acting like normal people, but he fully understood that they wouldn't hesitate to kill him if need be although he couldn't tell if he would be able to do the same. The small period of rest he had gotten seemed to never end, the gentle quiet being more terrifying as he knew that at any moment a shriek and explosion would ring out and signify the beginning of the battle. He waited. He waited for what seemed like an eternity until finally the dreaded noise rang out like a falcon diving, a fwump, BOOM was greeted by the panicked cries of those it was aimed at followed by the metallic clings of the M2 rifles firing out. All of them except for Dzingai's. He was frozen, unable to shoot, unable to do the very thing he had signed up for. Yet he couldn't. Not in the knowledge that he would be taking away a life that was so vastly different from his own.

The sound of shifting branches gave him a moment to forget about the fighting as he pointed his rifle to where it was coming from, sweat running down his head and dripping off the top of his eyes. His breathing was heavy, but he never let his eye drift from the metal sights until he saw what was behind the brush. It revealed itself as Bok Hart, a white South Orelsian who had become one of Dzingai's closest friends.

"Dzingai?" He asked, raising his boonie hat a bit "You alright?" he added, seeing how violently Dzingai's hands were shaking. He came close, keeping his head low as the sound of PK fire ripped through the sound of M2's, and looked in Dzingai's eyes. "We're gonna make it through this mate, this one battle and we can both get reposted to a mortar platoon, sound good?" he asked, a genuine care in his voice. Dzingai nodded, his breath still heavy but slowly stabilising, he picked himself up and crouch walked to a better position with Bok following close behind.

5 minutes later

"Dzingai! Get the fuck down!" Bok called, himself dropping down as the branches above him were shredded to pieces by gunfire, with splinters of dried bark darting in every direction. Dzingai complied, dropping down to the hard, dusty ground as the branches above him were to obliterated. Frightened, he crawled forwards at such a pace previously unimaginable for him as he tried to escape the purveyor of death that was following him so closely. He looked back, watching as Bok raised up and fired off two shots before lowering himself down again, effectively killing whoever had been manning the machine gun, before catching up with Dzingai "Good shot eh?" he asked with a smile before moving onwards, getting onto his knees to move quicker which Dzingai followed suite.

Hours later

Hours had passed and an opening had finally been received and all available soldiers were ordered to head towards it. Dzingai was one of them. He was still to fire off a shot but he was running out of ammo, giving many magazines to Bok whenever he needed them as not only did it help Bok continue to fight, but it made it seem as though he had been involved in the fighting and not cowering whenever there was any sort of conflict breaking out. He pressed his back against the dried mud walls, with Bok and several others following his example. They looked at him expectantly, causing him to realise he was the only one with grenades. Fuck he thought, he tentatively took one out and stared at it as though he was expecting it to say something.

"Fucktard, throw it already!" One of the men called, startling him slightly and causing him to drop it "Nice fucking going mate" the same man same, marching over to him, picking up the grenade, pulling the pin and throwing it "MOVE!" he then ordered, pointing across the road to another building. Dzingai wasted no time in sprinting across and sliding across the dirt to the building before glancing behind him and watching another man attempt the sprint only to be stopped short by spurts of blood erupting from his body before him crumpled to the ground, almost in slow motion. where a small cloud of dust was picked up by the force of the body hitting the ground. The worst part was that Dzingai never knew his name. Shaken, he continued onwards through the village and hiding whenever he saw an enemy although he would promptly be cut down by gunfire.

At 4:00pm it the Battle of Mxumbo was over. Lasting a total of seven hours, it had been the first official battle of the South Orelsian Independence War and it had ended in a SOLA victory. Dzingai was unable to grasp that he was still alive. The prisoners were lined in the Main Square and photos were taken of them before they were marched off somewhere Dzingai didn't know.

SOLA:
98 dead
121 wounded
3 missing

SFGO:
124 dead
212 wounded
9 missing

SFGO soldiers retreating


Some of the participants of SOLA, Bok and Dzingai stand in the centre


SOLA fighters after the Battle

[Cittadea]

Excerpt from a page of The Sentinel the day after the attack.
It has been confirmed that SOLA terrorists have launched another attack against the Greater Orelsian government in their bid for independence from the Socialist Federation.
This time, the rebels have launched an attack on the small rural town of Mxumbo, a town of essential strategic value for the Orelsian region.
The Cittadean government has, also, for the first time mentioned the separatists in a press conference regarding recent hostilities in Feriania in a dispute with Gremis. The Chancellor, when asked about the attacks, said she "condemn[s] the attacks ... and, absolutely, 100%, supports foreign intervention in Orelsia, if the government should require it."

[Nationalist alliance of God]

The Supreme Leader reads the intelligence report

"Order Operative Damak Lusroff to investigate the group responsible, he is to enter Orelsia and determine whether this is a threat to our nation or if this can be used to our benefit" He orders, Operative Lusroff moves across the border into Noveria and then takes a boat to Orelsia.

( IDK where on the timeline this compared to the main RP so I need some backgound.)

[Astuana]

Capital City of Astua, Executive Mansion

President McHale walked into his office were several high ranking military and intelligence officers where seated. They rose as he entered the room, "As you where gentlemen. What is the situation now?" he asked. One of the intelligence officers, who was dressed in a neat black business suit stood up and walked over to a projector slide screen and turned it on. "Mr. President, approximately 4 days ago, a disgruntled group of Orelsian citizens became terrorists by bombing Orelsian embassies throughout the world. Their leader, this man here. His name is Kimbareta Tsiba." The intelligence agent said pointing to a the slide that showed the mans picture. "He has organized the SOLA, which is short for South Orelsian Liberation Army. his goal is to liberate Orelsia from the communist party thats in control." The President looked at the projector screen before looking at the generals sitting around him. "Gentlemen i think we may be able to use this unique situation to our advantage, is it feasible to arm these rebels and assist them in their fight?"

"Well sir it is possible but why would you want to go against the Orelsians? We were allies during the Great War and without their help we would have been crushed." Replied one of the generals.

"Thats is true, but none of us expected for the communists to take over after the war and create such a hostile environment on our southern border. If we can use this to our advantage, we can knock out a major communist player in the world." said one of the Intelligence officers, he looked at the President before saying "Sir, it can be done. We can ship the weapons through a neutral country and we could still deny the situation fully if they find the weapon shipments."

"Alright, let's do it. We'll help the rebels, but we need to be ready in the case that we get caught red handed. General whats the military situation right now on the border?" The president asked looking at a fairly aged man sitting to his left.

"Sir right now, the town of Mxumbo was captured by the SOLA. It is the key to access this part of Orelsia here." He said pointing to an area on the map that was laid out on the table. "Red forces are preparing to push back here and here, but the SOLA has the advantage of knowing the terrain and having little numbers to blend in perfectly."

"Ok whats our military situation General?" the president asked leaning closer to the map.

"Well sir if our intervention is needed, well just in case i have mobilized the 67th, 81st, and 3rd Infantry division of Blackwell's 45th Corps. They are ready to move across the border if needed within the time span of 8 hours. The 1st Air Corps is also ready to move when necessary. Everything awaits the approval of the Legislation House and we can move in." Finished the general, rolling up the map that was open.

"Alright gentlemen, thank you. I'll see you again for our 8 o'Clock briefing tonight."

With that everybody in the room stood up and left as the president went to his desk and began to think about what he had just ordered.

[South Orelsia]

"FREE SOUTH! FREE SOUTH! FREE SOUTH!" the crowd chanted outside the People's Greater Orelsian Assembly in Bodu while waving the unofficial South Orelsian flag, the black, maroon and green flying proudly from rafters of the streets. A thin line of soldiers kept the peace, their weapons brandished and pushing people back if they deemed them too close. Despite the show of force, the people still remained and chanted with no sign of stopping even with the light slowly fading and night setting in with fears growing among those within the building that the protesters would charge the gates and force the Communists out.

Suddenly, shots rang out and screams erupted, dispersing the crowd as people scrambled to escape but left some behind, unwilling to surrender. Matthew Akintola was one of them, a white South Orelsian, he was currently an active member of SOLA and was responsible for the bombings within Nordiskforbund, he had the sense to flee quickly and return to South Orelsia to evade capture. He stood with a group of fifty of SOLA members, each waving the S. Orelsian flag and throwing the Greater Orelsia flag on the ground before stomping on it. More gunshots rang out, killing one of the men next to Matthew which caused him to jump and the crowd spread out, taking cover behind different crates or walls. They looked at each other before nodding, they took off their bags and unzipped them. Within them lay rifles they had managed to smuggle into the city, they took them out and took aim, the dim light giving them the added bonus of being difficult to see. Matthew looked carefully down his sight, it gently settling upon the chest of one of the guardsmen, he pulled the trigger and felt the rifle bounce back as the bullet spewed forth. He held his breath as he watched blood spurt from the wound and the guard falling to the floor, alerting the others to start firing and the guards taking cover. The tense gun battle continued on for the best of three hours, leaving twenty dead and the SOLA cells under arrest and sentenced to death.

[Nationalist alliance of God]

Operative Lusroff arrives in South Orelsia and begins his investigation, he quickly learns of SOLA and their aims, he contacts NAoG high command and tells of his finds. The Supreme Leader dispatches an elite team of F.R.E.N.Z.Y. black operatives and a cell of Intelligence operatives to aid Lusroff, the F.R.E.N.Z.Y. operatives are commanded by Commander Dotamor Vuhuzna. All of them are put under Lusroff's command as operational commander.

They had established a small safe-house, Lusroff and Vuhuzna briefed the team of forty men and women their current plan.

"We have managed to get our hands on local equipment, we couldn't bring Athracite weapons and risk getting traced. Also no more speaking Athracite, speak either English, Ferianian, or Orelsian, that also means no warpaint. All of you as intelligence operatives have had your citizen bar-codes removed so that isn't an issue. Now to the plan, we must establish ourselves as private contractors or a rouge terrorist cell, which ever ends up suiting our goals better. Dotamor explains.

"The Supreme Leader has expressed his desire for SOLA to succeed in their mission, anything that weakens the Communist regime is also beneficial, so there will be a lot of sabotage work to be done here." Lusroff pauses "However the primary objective is to prevent this civil war from destabilizing the whole region, as you know the Astuanans have placed troops on the border and the Nordic Communists have ideologically sided with the current regime, it is also a given that other intelligence operatives are operating in this area, we are to protect our identities at all costs; you all know what that means." Lusroff finishes as he holds up a cyanide capsule in his hand.

Taking his cue, Dotamor speaks "if you are captured and we are unable to rescue you without alerting Orelsian authorities to our identities, you are all going to be issued a number of capsules, that way you can have several spares if some are confiscated. Now lets get to work, for Athra!"

"For Athra!" was the responce of everyone in the room.

[Cittadea]

Ásta scowled at the newspaper.
The Sentinel could hardly be called news though; it stunk of sycophancy, eager to satiate the corrupt and inflexible whims of the NU. It would take no genius to understand the true aims of SOLA: liberation from the degenerate regime of the Orelsian "government".
The norsewoman lifted herself from desk, smashing her fist atop it as she rose. She was still condemned to be considered a national of the NU, in spite of how her life had been built around Cittadea since the 24 years that had passed when she had fled her homeland.
She paced to the window that overlooked the city, recalling the agonies inflicted upon her parents for their ideologies, how her sister had betrayed them and how she had to leave them all, and everything she cared about, behind or be subjected to the same monstrous fate.
Ásta Bjartursdóttir knew better than to stand idly by as freedom was threatened. She could make a difference, she had to make a difference. SOLA could not lose. She could not let them.

[Astuana]

Agent Wolf walked down the street of the Orelsian Capital City, dressed in plainclothes hoping to meet his contact. He was sure he was being followed, but he was even more sure that who ever was following him knew of his mission. He had been sent by the Intelligence Agency of Astuana the IAA or better yet known among the government Section 71. His mission was to make contact with a SOLA Cell and see if a deal could be cut with SOLA. Astuana was offering to arm the rebels, Wolf turned a corner onto a busy market street. He turned around abruptly and a young female walked into him, he grabbed her shoulders and dragged her into the alley.

"It's dangerous meeting in locations like this, Orelsian authorities could find you and kill you" she said

"Come on, how's it going to look when Orelsia kills an Astuanan officer on vacation." He responded with a sly smile

She handed him a piece of paper and ran out the alley. Wolf opened the piece of paper: on it said 6pm Iron Chef Restaurant, dress properly. Ask for Liam Wolf smiled, he'd be meeting with the leader of the cell at the restaurant and hopefully not get killed and come out with a deal that would impress his superiors.

[Nationalist alliance of God]

Unfortunately for agent Wolf, he had been indeed spotted and followed, fortunately for him, he had been spotted by an Athracite Intelligence operative, Renzo Vineza who was under the alias of Tor Johnson. He and the rest of the Athracite operatives were posing as freelance Ferianian, Cittadean, Nordic, and Orelsian private contractors. He overheard that he was an Astuanan officer and quickly contacted the safe house. He was ordered to tail the agent, he does so.

[Astuana]

Wolf heads back to his apartment, well one could barely call it an apartment. It was located in a two story house on a small barely noticeable street. It had the basic's, a bathroom, a small kitchen and enough room for a bed. He walked up the stairs to his apartment and stood on the balcony overlooking the street. He looked down towards the market on the end of the block and noticed something out of place, there was a man buying fruits. But something seemed out of place for Wolf, it seemed the man was asking about the fruit but not really paying attention to what the grocer was saying. The man looked down the street towards Wolf and then looked up at him and looked back at the grocer, it all happened in the timespan of a couple seconds but Wolf knew immediately this was the person following him, the one he had felt before when he was walking down the main avenue. Wolf walked into his apartment and started dressing himself for the meeting that was going to happen. He put on a simple white dress shirt with a blue blazer and blue jeans, he walked out of the house and made towards the market. The man was still there, he seemed surreal like he didn't belong. Wolf walked up to beside him and picked up a green looking squishy fruit, he held it in his hand looked over the man picking the fruits, "You know those can go bad if you hold them for to long, they are that delicate." he said. Wolf paid for the fruit he grabbed and walked away disappearing into the rush hour crowd of the city.

[Nationalist alliance of God]

The agent inwardly sighed and thought "so that's how its going to be". He set off after Wolf

( )

In another part of the city, the F.R.E.N.Z.Y. squad was on a mission, the police station was surprisingly not-well guarded, and they easily managed to place explosives under their parked cruisers and rig fire bombs to the surrounding buildings. The idea was to damage police presence in the area and possibly allow the SOLA rebels and their operation itself greater operational freedom.