Al-Saranidi School of Insurgent Leaders(IC Thread)

[Saranidia]

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A school run by the Al-Saranidi Department of Defence,
educating kids aged 17-21.
Students will only be accepted in the monarch approves of their cause.


Located in the former mansion of
Maharaja Shafi.
It's watchtower has been kept as a watchtower, it's library as a library
and it's purdah quarters split into a girl's dormitory and a boy's dormitory.
the corridors have also been converted into classrooms.

[The Federation of Spokane]

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A school run by the Al-Saranidi Department of Defence,
educating kids aged 17-21.
Students will only be accepted in the monarch approves of their cause.


Located in the former mansion of
Maharaja Shafi.
It's watchtower has been kept as a watchtower, it's library as a library
and it's purdah quarters split into a girl's dormitory and a boy's dormitory.
the corridors have also been converted into classrooms.

Adam arrived, the Spokane flag flying behind him.

[Saranidia]

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A school run by the Al-Saranidi Department of Defence,
educating kids aged 17-21.
Students will only be accepted in the monarch approves of their cause.


Located in the former mansion of
Maharaja Shafi.
It's watchtower has been kept as a watchtower, it's library as a library
and it's purdah quarters split into a girl's dormitory and a boy's dormitory.
the corridors have also been converted into classrooms.

Adam arrived, the Spokane flag flying behind him.

The Head of Security at the door of the watchtower-
Sergeant Major Aisha Khan greeted him "Hello, Adam of The House of Vermont"

[Saranidia]

the Sergeant Major offers to show him inside and asks him "Which insurgency will you be leading? Or will you just lead whichever one your government requests?"

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Two pale-skinned figures trudged through the city, their faces wrapped in scarves to protect against dust, and hands shading their eyes from the sun. One had a rifle slung over his back, the other a pistol holstered by his hip. Both, though, carried wz.34 sabres, marking them as Prussian-Polish natives.
As they neared the school, both took off their scarves. One had slightly Asiatic features, marking him as a Lipka tartar, while the other, while with typical european features, although it was difficult to tell whether he was Prussian or Polish, and even then, where exactly in those two states he came from.

The Lipka turned to the European. "Say, Abu, it's been quite a journey, eh?"
The European nodded. "I wholeheartedly agree, Mohammad. It's time to meet our new brothers in the faith."
They entered the school. Unknown to the Lipka, Abu wasn't the only European around.

A shadow streaked across the city. Darting from one place of cover to the next, a vaguely feminine figure wearing a cloak with a hood rushed through the city. Taking a left, the figure darted into an abandoned housing complex near the school and climbed up.

She opened the door to a long-abandoned apartment and unpacked her gear. A rifle was swiftly assembled-an Mk 11 mod 0, an American DMR famed for it's ability to engage enemies both at range and up close.

As she worked, setting up her base, a bit of sun caught her faded grey uniform, illuminating the patch.

III. Ostprussenisches Jaegerregiment
Byrens, Anne

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Maharaja Shafi's former mansion, Saranidia

A Rolls-Royce Ghost painted in subtle colors pulled up to the school, the darkly-uniformed driver opening the door with a gloved hand.
Saanvi Anand stepped out of the passenger door, solemnly and quietly, her colorful sari waving in the Middle Eastern wind. The driver handed her her two suitcases, to which she smiled and thanked him, before he sped off.

She greeted the Head of Security with a friendly, youthful smile, knowing the pistols and knife in her undergarments would be overlooked.

[Saranidia]

Two pale-skinned figures trudged through the city, their faces wrapped in scarves to protect against dust, and hands shading their eyes from the sun. One had a rifle slung over his back, the other a pistol holstered by his hip. Both, though, carried wz.34 sabres, marking them as Prussian-Polish natives.
As they neared the school, both took off their scarves. One had slightly Asiatic features, marking him as a Lipka tartar, while the other, while with typical european features, although it was difficult to tell whether he was Prussian or Polish, and even then, where exactly in those two states he came from.

The Lipka turned to the European. "Say, Abu, it's been quite a journey, eh?"
The European nodded. "I wholeheartedly agree, Mohammad. It's time to meet our new brothers in the faith."
They entered the school. Unknown to the Lipka, Abu wasn't the only European around.

A shadow streaked across the city. Darting from one place of cover to the next, a vaguely feminine figure wearing a cloak with a hood rushed through the city. Taking a left, the figure darted into an abandoned housing complex near the school and climbed up.

She opened the door to a long-abandoned apartment and unpacked her gear. A rifle was swiftly assembled-an Mk 11 mod 0, an American DMR famed for it's ability to engage enemies both at range and up close.

As she worked, setting up her base, a bit of sun caught her faded grey uniform, illuminating the patch.

III. Ostprussenisches Jaegerregiment
Byrens, Anne

the Sergeant-Major welcomes them to "As-Salaam Alaykum, brothers fighting for freedom in
the evil empire of the PPC."

[Saranidia]

Maharaja Shafi's former mansion, Saranidia

A Rolls-Royce Ghost painted in subtle colors pulled up to the school, the darkly-uniformed driver opening the door with a gloved hand.
Saanvi Anand stepped out of the passenger door, solemnly and quietly, her colorful sari waving in the Middle Eastern wind. The driver handed her her two suitcases, to which she smiled and thanked him, before he sped off.

She greeted the Head of Security with a friendly, youthful smile, knowing the pistols and knife in her undergarments would be overlooked.

"As-Salaam Alaykum Maharani Sahib" said the Sergeant Major.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

snip

Abu looked insulted and opened his mouth to speak, but a hand on the shoulder from Mohammad silenced him.
He stepped forward. "Ishallah, brother. While we are indeed fighting for freedom, it is freedom for all-from the rabid militarists that have forced the Royal Family's hand, to the ignorance that keeps the average citizen from knowing the true faith. We have no quarrel with the Kaiser, as he is but a flawed man bound by his circumstances-our beef is with the militant Christians that are the true rulers of Prussia-Poland."

[Danceria]

Ghosting behind the two pale-skinned figures, his lemon-yellow hair shimmering in the Saranidi sun. Keeping his Škorpion vz. 82 machine pistol close to his side, for all intents and purposes, he looked no different than an ordinary Dancerian tourist. Of course, no Dancerian tourist would linger near a school dedicated to insurgency, especially a Muslim oriented one. But alas, Indir Dimitriadis was left with very few options. Being both Christian and Dancerian, he fully bore a blue band on his right shoulder that told him he was ḏimmī al-injiil, a protected Christian. While less humiliating than a turban, he stealthily wolfed down the last strip of with his left hand, with surprising ease. While not ambidextrous, what little he read up on Muslim customs doubted that he would commit any faux pas. And if he did, then they could stick that complaint up where the sun don't shine.

Gulping down the pork, and his reluctance, he entered into the opulent palace that would be his home...he saw that two other people were waiting in the foyer, and decided to introduce himself. "Ya sas." he greeted in his native Greek. "I'm not late for anything, am I?"

[Saranidia]

Ghosting behind the two pale-skinned figures, his lemon-yellow hair shimmering in the Saranidi sun. Keeping his Škorpion vz. 82 machine pistol close to his side, for all intents and purposes, he looked no different than an ordinary Dancerian tourist. Of course, no Dancerian tourist would linger near a school dedicated to insurgency, especially a Muslim oriented one. But alas, Indir Dimitriadis was left with very few options. Being both Christian and Dancerian, he fully bore a blue band on his right shoulder that told him he was ḏimmī al-injiil, a protected Christian. While less humiliating than a turban, he stealthily wolfed down the last strip of with his left hand, with surprising ease. While not ambidextrous, what little he read up on Muslim customs doubted that he would commit any faux pas. And if he did, then they could stick that complaint up where the sun don't shine.

Gulping down the pork, and his reluctance, he entered into the opulent palace that would be his home...he saw that two other people were waiting in the foyer, and decided to introduce himself. "Ya sas." he greeted in his native Greek. "I'm not late for anything, am I?"

"no you are not late, Kalo Mera(good morning in Greek)" said the Sergeant Major before saying "it is our tradition
that the first day
involves simply getting to know the school and free study/free practice...
Still the teacher will expect you to have gained some knowledge from this free study".

[Saranidia]

snip

Abu looked insulted and opened his mouth to speak, but a hand on the shoulder from Mohammad silenced him.
He stepped forward. "Ishallah, brother. While we are indeed fighting for freedom, it is freedom for all-from the rabid militarists that have forced the Royal Family's hand, to the ignorance that keeps the average citizen from knowing the true faith. We have no quarrel with the Kaiser, as he is but a flawed man bound by his circumstances-our beef is with the militant Christians that are the true rulers of Prussia-Poland."

"A noble sentiment, I imagine that is true as I have heard of Erika who seemed a nobly intentioned royal. Know meet the others and then do free study and practice in preparation for tommorow" said the Sergeant Major

[Saranidia]

snip

Abu looked insulted and opened his mouth to speak, but a hand on the shoulder from Mohammad silenced him.
He stepped forward. "Ishallah, brother. While we are indeed fighting for freedom, it is freedom for all-from the rabid militarists that have forced the Royal Family's hand, to the ignorance that keeps the average citizen from knowing the true faith. We have no quarrel with the Kaiser, as he is but a flawed man bound by his circumstances-our beef is with the militant Christians that are the true rulers of Prussia-Poland."

"A noble sentiment, I imagine that is true as I have heard of Erika who seemed a nobly intentioned royal. Know meet the others and then do free study and practice in preparation for tommorow" said the Sergeant Major

[Saranidia]

The Sergeant Major waited for Suleiman to arrive.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Abu whirled around, switching to one of his native languages. His hand lingered near the sabre for a second, before dropping upon seeing the blue armband.
Come to think of it, his smile seemed a little too relieved.

He responded in Middle High German-an old form of German, known to a handful in Prussia-Poland, but nigh-unheard in the rest of the world, besides perhaps Danceria.
"A Christian, eh? I envy you lot. Still miss pork. The name's Stanislaus Vyterski-or Abu-al Fariq, if you prefer. You?"

Abu looked insulted and opened his mouth to speak, but a hand on the shoulder from Mohammad silenced him.
He stepped forward. "Ishallah, brother. While we are indeed fighting for freedom, it is freedom for all-from the rabid militarists that have forced the Royal Family's hand, to the ignorance that keeps the average citizen from knowing the true faith. We have no quarrel with the Kaiser, as he is but a flawed man bound by his circumstances-our beef is with the militant Christians that are the true rulers of Prussia-Poland."

"A noble sentiment, I imagine that is true as I have heard of Erika who seemed a nobly intentioned royal. Know meet the others and then do free study and practice in preparation for tommorow" said the Sergeant Major

Mohammad raised an eyebrow. "...who? Never heard of a royal, or even a noble, named Erika. The closest person matching your description would be Princess Annemarie von Hohenzollern-Jagiellon, who is known both at home and abroad for her charity...very well, though."
He went off, leaving Abu with the Greek.
((OOC: Erika isn't well known outside of the Commonwealth, and even within the Commonwealth she's a mere postscript.))

[Danceria]

"no you are not late, Kalo Mera(good morning in Greek)" said the Sergeant Major before saying "it is our tradition
that the first day
involves simply getting to know the school and free study/free practice...
Still the teacher will expect you to have gained some knowledge from this free study".

Abu whirled around, switching to one of his native languages. His hand lingered near the sabre for a second, before dropping upon seeing the blue armband.
Come to think of it, his smile seemed a little too relieved.

He responded in Middle High German-an old form of German, known to a handful in Prussia-Poland, but nigh-unheard in the rest of the world, besides perhaps Danceria.
"A Christian, eh? I envy you lot. Still miss pork. The name's Stanislaus Vyterski-or Abu-al Fariq, if you prefer. You?"

Indir blinked once, twice, then three times, as he gradually translated his sentence into Polish. "I only recognize it from my old lit class." he explained. "Indir Dimitriadis is my name, but you may call me Florian. But I've found as long as you eat pork with your left hand, don't get caught, and don't swap spit with anyone here, you're good." he chuckled. "Good, I was wondering where the dorms were...or where to get a decent map of this place."

The Sergeant Major waited for Suleiman to arrive.

Suleiman would however be still flying in from Ayyubidia, half asleep, but give a few hours and the man and most famous student of the school would return.

[Saranidia]

Abu whirled around, switching to one of his native languages. His hand lingered near the sabre for a second, before dropping upon seeing the blue armband.
Come to think of it, his smile seemed a little too relieved.

He responded in Middle High German-an old form of German, known to a handful in Prussia-Poland, but nigh-unheard in the rest of the world, besides perhaps Danceria.
"A Christian, eh? I envy you lot. Still miss pork. The name's Stanislaus Vyterski-or Abu-al Fariq, if you prefer. You?"

"A noble sentiment, I imagine that is true as I have heard of Erika who seemed a nobly intentioned royal. Know meet the others and then do free study and practice in preparation for tommorow" said the Sergeant Major

Mohammad raised an eyebrow. "...who? Never heard of a royal, or even a noble, named Erika. The closest person matching your description would be Princess Annemarie von Hohenzollern-Jagiellon, who is known both at home and abroad for her charity...very well, though."
He went off, leaving Abu with the Greek.
((OOC: Erika isn't well known outside of the Commonwealth, and even within the Commonwealth she's a mere postscript.))

OOC: in Saranidia specifically people hear about her via the Isratine conflict and Khan guardianship

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Abu whirled around, switching to one of his native languages. His hand lingered near the sabre for a second, before dropping upon seeing the blue armband.
Come to think of it, his smile seemed a little too relieved.

He responded in Middle High German-an old form of German, known to a handful in Prussia-Poland, but nigh-unheard in the rest of the world, besides perhaps Danceria.
"A Christian, eh? I envy you lot. Still miss pork. The name's Stanislaus Vyterski-or Abu-al Fariq, if you prefer. You?"



Mohammad raised an eyebrow. "...who? Never heard of a royal, or even a noble, named Erika. The closest person matching your description would be Princess Annemarie von Hohenzollern-Jagiellon, who is known both at home and abroad for her charity...very well, though."
He went off, leaving Abu with the Greek.
((OOC: Erika isn't well known outside of the Commonwealth, and even within the Commonwealth she's a mere postscript.))

OOC: in Saranidia specifically people hear about her via the Isratine conflict and Khan guardianship

excuse me what the fuck the khans never took her in

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

"no you are not late, Kalo Mera(good morning in Greek)" said the Sergeant Major before saying "it is our tradition
that the first day
involves simply getting to know the school and free study/free practice...
Still the teacher will expect you to have gained some knowledge from this free study".

Abu whirled around, switching to one of his native languages. His hand lingered near the sabre for a second, before dropping upon seeing the blue armband.
Come to think of it, his smile seemed a little too relieved.

He responded in Middle High German-an old form of German, known to a handful in Prussia-Poland, but nigh-unheard in the rest of the world, besides perhaps Danceria.
"A Christian, eh? I envy you lot. Still miss pork. The name's Stanislaus Vyterski-or Abu-al Fariq, if you prefer. You?"

Indir blinked once, twice, then three times, as he gradually translated his sentence into Polish. "I only recognize it from my old lit class." he explained. "Indir Dimitriadis is my name, but you may call me Florian. But I've found as long as you eat pork with your left hand, don't get caught, and don't swap spit with anyone here, you're good." he chuckled. "Good, I was wondering where the dorms were...or where to get a decent map of this place."

Abu shrugged. "I don't know...ask the Sergeant."

[The Federation of Spokane]

the Sergeant Major offers to show him inside and asks him "Which insurgency will you be leading? Or will you just lead whichever one your government requests?"

Adam spoke “Yes please, show me inside. I will be completing the mission set for me by my father to take down Spokane.”

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Maharaja Shafi's former mansion, Saranidia

A Rolls-Royce Ghost painted in subtle colors pulled up to the school, the darkly-uniformed driver opening the door with a gloved hand.
Saanvi Anand stepped out of the passenger door, solemnly and quietly, her colorful sari waving in the Middle Eastern wind. The driver handed her her two suitcases, to which she smiled and thanked him, before he sped off.

She greeted the Head of Security with a friendly, youthful smile, knowing the pistols and knife in her undergarments would be overlooked.

"As-Salaam Alaykum Maharani Sahib" said the Sergeant Major.

She bowed slightly. "Thank you, and peace be with you." She responded, both in Arabic and in English, the latter with a slight British accent and the former with a slight stutter.
"Forgive me- I would prefer English, Urdu, or Hindi, the latter my native tongues. I am learning more Arabic, and wish to learn more while I am here." Saanvi spoke, her face bright as she stepped inside.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Maharaja Shafi's former mansion, Saranidia

A wave of dust cleared as a taxi rolled over to the mansion, stopping.
Handing the driver his due payment and adjusting his gray-rimmed pair of aviator sunglasses, Fathallah Al-Balushi walked out of the car, retrieving his luggage from the trunk and greeting mansion security warmly and casually.

A tan-colored tunic with a leather belt was worn over a simple, blue cotton polo shirt and Rhodesian-style outdoor shorts. A pair of small holsters could be seen under the tunic on his waistband. A gray, featureless field cap was perched on the boy's head.

"How are you all doing?" He greeted a few of the other students, removing his sunglasses.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Maharaja Shafi's former mansion, Saranidia

A wave of dust cleared as a taxi rolled over to the mansion, stopping.
Handing the driver his due payment and adjusting his gray-rimmed pair of aviator sunglasses, Fathallah Al-Balushi walked out of the car, retrieving his luggage from the trunk and greeting mansion security warmly and casually.

A tan-colored tunic with a leather belt was worn over a simple, blue cotton polo shirt and Rhodesian-style outdoor shorts. A pair of small holsters could be seen under the tunic on his waistband. A gray, featureless field cap was perched on the boy's head.

"How are you all doing?" He greeted a few of the other students, removing his sunglasses.

Abu nodded at the boy. "Just fine. The name's Abu-al Fasiq. Prussia-Poland. You?"

"As-Salaam Alaykum Maharani Sahib" said the Sergeant Major.

She bowed slightly. "Thank you, and peace be with you." She responded, both in Arabic and in English, the latter with a slight British accent and the former with a slight stutter.
"Forgive me- I would prefer English, Urdu, or Hindi, the latter my native tongues. I am learning more Arabic, and wish to learn more while I am here." Saanvi spoke, her face bright as she stepped inside.

Mohammad gave a small wave and a smile. "Ishallah, Sister. Are you British? Your accent seems to mark you as an Englander...or an Exodian. I myself am Prussian-Polish-Lipka Tartar to be exact, but my father spent time studying in England, and I learned it from him. Alongside many other useful things..."

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Abu nodded at the boy. "Just fine. The name's Abu-al Fasiq. Prussia-Poland. You?"

"Fathallah Al-Balushi. Yemeni-born, but I've been living in Saranidia for some time and I'd say I quite like it." He smiled thinly, eyes drifting slowly over to the pretty Indian at the other side of the room, but kept his focus on Abu. "Interesting- I always thought the Prussian-Poles aren't the most friendly to those of our faith."

Mohammad gave a small wave and a smile. "Ishallah, Sister. Are you British? Your accent seems to mark you as an Englander...or an Exodian. I myself am Prussian-Polish-Lipka Tartar to be exact, but my father spent time studying in England, and I learned it from him. Alongside many other useful things..."

Saanvi gave a small wave of her own, turning to Mohammad with a friendly smile a bit on the shy side. "Greetings. No, I am Indian-Pakistani, but my own late father knew English well, working for diplomats who bridged Britain and India. The Exodians, however..." She wrinkled her nose a bit at this. "Not the best people, I'm afraid. They haven't been too kind to nations like Saranidia.
On a brighter topic, could you mind enlightening me on the nature of the Lipka Tartars?"

[Danceria]

Abu nodded at the boy. "Just fine. The name's Abu-al Fasiq. Prussia-Poland. You?"

"Fathallah Al-Balushi. Yemeni-born, but I've been living in Saranidia for some time and I'd say I quite like it." He smiled thinly, eyes drifting slowly over to the pretty Indian at the other side of the room, but kept his focus on Abu. "Interesting- I always thought the Prussian-Poles aren't the most friendly to those of our faith."

Mohammad gave a small wave and a smile. "Ishallah, Sister. Are you British? Your accent seems to mark you as an Englander...or an Exodian. I myself am Prussian-Polish-Lipka Tartar to be exact, but my father spent time studying in England, and I learned it from him. Alongside many other useful things..."

Saanvi gave a small wave of her own, turning to Mohammad with a friendly smile a bit on the shy side. "Greetings. No, I am Indian-Pakistani, but my own late father knew English well, working for diplomats who bridged Britain and India. The Exodians, however..." She wrinkled her nose a bit at this. "Not the best people, I'm afraid. They haven't been too kind to nations like Saranidia.
On a brighter topic, could you mind enlightening me on the nature of the Lipka Tartars?"

"Thank the Tartars for that." the Greek interjected. "Indir Dimitriadis, nice to meet you." His eyes briefly followed Fathallah's to the nice looking...Urdu lass? She looked nice but probably had a bitchy family. Besides, he wasn't here to pick up chicks after all. "Though I can attest, didn't think Prusso-Poland had any Muslims there. Proved me wrong of course." Indir knew he was odd, especially being a blatant Christian in a school full of Moslems, but that was par for the course. He knew of course that "Abu" wasn't who he said he was, and he'd be a hypocrite to rat him out, so he just played things by ear.