This was a great embarrassment to the Pizzeria, for the quality and sheer power of their private military was supposed to be world-famous, its infamy a deterrent in itself, yet it was humiliated in such a fashion enough to demand that an emergency meeting between directors of the Pizzeria's various departments and branches be held immediately. The enemy this time were not chetniks from Papa Draza's who were themselves SIAF operators in all but name, but insolent bandits from an African LEDC. The CEO of the Pizzeria demanded that a forceful response be made immediately, or else the face of the Pizzeria, alongside the name of Centralium (for the two were synonymous to the people of many countries that had felt their presence) might risk becoming a laughing stock. Iohannes Sidonius, or John/Giovanni Sidon as he was known in vulgar Centralinese, promised swift retribution, that the Papa Idi's bandits be disciplined and know their place in confronting the Actually Civilized World.
At the emergency meeting held three hours after the raids had concluded with disastrous consequences for both the Centralines and the local people of Omotoi, Giovanni Sidon assured the Chief Executive that he has the situation under control. The Neapolitan Pizzeria's branch in Omotoi was not the most well-armed of the Pizzeria's many outposts, but as a branch situated in a country where rule of corporations has become the political state, it was certainly given great attention and care, assigned weapons that had made the Neapolitan Pizzeria famous for the ludicrous nature of its security units' equipment. Apaches. BRDMs. Improvised armoured trucks with heavy machine guns and some times rocket weapons mounted. Their soldiers used desert camouflage uniforms, equipped with rifles the Centraline Army's legions formerly fought with. It was a force that certainly beat the militaries of many sovereign states.
At the headquarters of the Neapolitan Pizzeria Branch in Omotoi in the country's capital city, Mr. Sidon, himself a refined strategist since his days of service in the Imperial Armed Forces, discussed with his deputies, officers and subordinates of the local branch, both Centralines and local Omotois. The Pizzeria was open to employees of all races and backgrounds (of course so long they aren't a chetnik or a communist), which was truly expected from a herald of the Actually Civilized World, contrary to Papa Idi's racist policies of refusing to employ otherwise perfectly capable and talented men and women simply because they were white. Even the sleek, clean, smooth look of the Pizzeria's offices and restaurants demonstrated superiority of the ACW to these communist savages. Mr. Sidon and the commanders of the Pizzeria's paramilitary had formulated a basic plan for a payback to the Papa Idi's rats.
There was however some issues that needed to be resolved beforehand. What was planned was essentially a major military operation aimed at the complete incapacitation of Papa Idi's for a sizeable length of time and mass destruction of their organic and effective strength. Despite the recognized gradual loss of control over the country by the government of Omotoi and the rise of corporate warlordism, the Centralines would not want the sovereigns of a nation to be maddened if the nature of their act was not clarified and explained. For this Giovanni personally arranged a meeting with the leader of Omotoi. The director walked into the office with his accompanying men, and began discussion with the leader quickly. He first presented to him the photographs of the aftermath of the devastating raids which had not only destroyed legitimate business assets of the Pizzeria in the country but also properties of the people, as the Papa Idi's forces had attacked and looted local government and financial buildings too in outrage over the planned construction of a new Pizzeria.
The leader was quick to understand what Giovanni wished to communicate to him with these photographs. Giovanni explained how Kagona, a prospering city about to rival the capital city in terms of economic opportunity, was hit brutally by the reckless and callous militants. He told the leader stories of how citizens of Kagona suffered following the attack. More and more photographs were shown to him. Then, finally, Giovanni presented a basic, rough overview of planned military action upon Papa Idi's in response. But as it was a corporate affair, he did not wish for the state armed forces and police of Omotoi to be involved in this, for such he requested that the Omotoi state security forces not be involved in the operation and let the troops of the Pizzeria take care of the entire project, demanding only that the state turn a blind eye to whatever killings that may take place.
Facing an invasion from Centralium and her many legions if he answered otherwise, the leader answered affirmatively. "You have made a wise choice, mister," Giovanni replied. "I can in fact see how you have lasted to this day. And I certainly hope you will continue making the right decisions." He grinned, then fixated his tie before departing, stepping on the marble floor of the building. Now that whatever needed to be clarified was resolved, the physical operation would begin.
Myitwari employees of the Neapolitan Pizzeria paramilitary swearing to completely destroy the Papa Idi's threat.
Technicals of the Pizzeria's forces.
The Neapolitan Pizzeria owned two Type 88 Procella attack helicopters, equivalent to AH-64 Apaches in design, in their paramilitary in Otomoi. It was the most powerful asset they had in their local inventory, dwarfing their other, smaller, armed helicopters, most of which were merely equipped with improvised machine gun emplacements, they had at their disposal. Both were to be put to good use to destroy the rats of Papa Idi's who had made such a great mistake as flouting at an aquila. The helicopters were loaded with rockets and machine gun ammunition, and after verification that they were overall in good working condition, they would be put into combat. Pilots of the Pizzeria were trained by ex-CIAF Air Force pilots and most of them had good experience in rotorcraft use already.
Rotorblades of one of the Procellas begun revolving, generating noise as the machine picked up the energy necessary for liftoff. The two rotors of the helicopter spun rapidly, blowing great wind as it finally took off, departing from the runway and lifting itself up into the blue skies of Otomoi. Picking up velocity rapidly, the helicopter gradually faded, navigating towards the direction of a Papa Idi's stronghold located by Centraline intelligence. The second helicopter took off quickly too in the same fashion, directing itself towards another direction. There were two smaller helicopters which had also took off, loaded with well-trained and geared troops ready to vertically assault the enemy and bring warfare to three dimensions. As soon as the 'air force' was sighted in the sky, infantrymen of the Pizzeria paramilitary boarded their vehicles and set off to battle quickly too.
Assembled on fields were soldiers of the Neapolitan Pizzeria paramilitary. They had varying equipment, some wore SSh-68 helmets and olive-colored or khaki-colored field fatigues, while others had bucket hats and Woodland camouflage uniforms. Some wielded Centraline rifles, others holding Kalashnikovs, but they gripped tightly onto their weapons with the equal level of determination. Regardless of their specific attire and weaponry, they were soldiers of the Pizzeria, ready to deliver crushing blows to the enemy, determined and geared for victory. The soldiers roared various slogans which proclaimed to the world their undying will in this great and critical battle against a company that makes disgustingly baked pizzas yet have the audacity to ransack stores of those inherently superior to them. "AD VICTORIAM! AUT VINCERE AUT MORI! LONG LIVE SIMO LICINIUS AND THEODORUS HORTENSIUS! LONG LIVE COMPAGISM! LONG LIVE THE ACTUALLY CIVILIZED WORLD! DEATH TO COMMUNISTS, SUBVERSIVES AND ACCORDS SCUM! DEATH TO PAPA DRAZA'S! DEATH TO PAPA IDI'S! GLORY TO THE NEAPOLITAN PIZZERIA! FOR CENTRALIUM, FOR THE ACTUALLY CIVILIZED WORLD!" Each slogan was being spoken as steel, striking terror into the hearts of any adversary to hear of this.
It was at this point some had recognized how ridiculous the whole setting had just become and they could not resist laughing or cringing at or by themselves. But they had soon realized the more important matter, which was defeating the enemy and eradicating their pathetic existence entirely.
An officer in a field cap and a camouflage uniform stepped onto a rock, and raised high his semi-automatic pistol, addressing the soldiers. "Comrades, today is the day when we reunify the Nation of Korea, and defeat the U.S. Imperialist Menace that has plagued and divided our land for so long! Today we march to Victory under the Banner of Juche, Elprene Futurism, National Renovationism and Ultranationalism! Today we are led to Victory by the Immortal and Ever-Victorious Will of our Supreme Commander, John Idi Bastiano Hanks Jong-il!" He enthusiastically raised his pistol repeatedly, while the soldiers did the same, raising their rifles and machine-guns, or waving flags if they held any.
But then he realized something was wrong with his address. "Oops, wrong script." he said, embarrassed and humiliated, searching his pockets for the correct script to roar from. "Oh yes, this one," he took out a slip of paper from his pocket. "Today we destroy Papa Idi's who have plagued this country with pizzas that taste like faeces of a Bulgarian while trying to eliminate their competitors! Today we completely dissolve their tyranny over this land's right to Good Pizzas! For the Actually Civilized World!" The soldiers of the paramilitary cheered. Soon the assembly dispersed and the soldiers raced for the improvised armoured vehicles which would carry them to battle, competing for even spots on the stairs. The unlucky ones of course had to proceed by foot, but they accepted their fate and moved on.
On their pickup trucks, the soldiers looked forward to the impending battle, raising high their rifles, light machine-guns, grenade launchers, rolling pins and various other weapons, while also clenching their fists, elbows bent downwards, as if they were at a military parade to be inspected by the Autocrat and the Consul themselves. But instead they would be inspected by hard battle with the enemy, inspected by hailstorms of bullets and bombs. Some of the pickup trucks mounted a DShK machine gun instead while others had a mortar. There were even recoilless guns and rocket launchers mounted on the trucks, as well as anti-aircraft guns. Type 63 rocket artillery were seen towed behind some of the armoured trucks, with reloads carried on the vehicles themselves. BRDM-2 vehicles were also present, equipped with anti-fortification rockets. These all contrasted the Pizzeria's high firepower and good level of equipment with the Papa Idi's bands of ragtag militants who could do nothing but ransack defenceless shops and raid helpless civilians.
Overall, the offensive against the bandits of Papa Idi's would be focused on two theatres, one attacking Papa Idi forces in the western direction of the country while the other theatre would focus on their destruction in the country's south. With assistance of Centraline intelligence a complete map of Papa Idi's stores and restaurants was at the access of Giovanni Sidon, and these locations will be targeted by air support while ground forces will aim to seek out and destroy any enemy air defence units as a priority, followed by the use of artillery to effectively devastate enemy formation and morale. Motorized artillery units would rush to occupy high ground outside of cities, then bombard the Papa Idi's restaurants with rocket artillery and mortars. As the disorganized enemy are chased outside their cover, they will come into contact with Neapolitan troops in street combat. The latter's superior equipment, determined will and level of training has determined victory for them for sure. With air support by the helicopter cavalry on their Procella gunships, the Papa Idi threat will certainly crumble very shortly, which could be foretold by how their pizza lost against the Centralines' in a recent competition between the two on local television a week ago.