The Second Insaani Civil War (IC/ITALY WAR NATIONS ONLY)

[Langenia]

Theme

It's been a while now since the first calls for the independence of Italy and Iberia went out, soon after the end of the First Insaani Civil War. Months later, that dream has become a reality. With the help of a coalition of nations from Europe, South America, and other places, referendums are being held, deciding the independence of Portugal, Spain, Catalonia, and Italy. But the war that led to the independence of those European nations had negative effects for Insaanistan, their former colonizer.

The country was fractured, split into two different factions: the Democratic People's Republic of Insaanistan, unrecognized and designated a terror group by Langenia, and the True Republic of Insaanistan, internationally recognized. The TRI, however, has just gone through a leadership change. By now, the different factions in the country are at each other's throats. The TRI is backed by the same coalition that backed Iberian and Italian independence. However, the leadership change after Prince Fazluddin's disappearance might endanger TRI-Coalition relations, leading to possible infighting between the new TRI leader, Abdul al-Aziz, and another, coaliton-backed suitor.

Meanwhile, the DPRI still controls most of Insaanistan. A coordinated military campaign will be required to wrest control of the land from the rule of Asim Tamzali, the DPRI president, an Islamist dictator with a radical interpretation of Sharia law. Contributing to the mix are elements of al-Qaeda and ISIS, looking to make Insaanistan the latest haven for their terrorist activities after their almost-expulsion from Iraq, Syria, and Afghanistan. Only time will tell what happens in the war.

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Rules:
1. No godmodding, metagaming, etc. Follow forum rules as well.
2. No one-liners. Make your posts at least a paragraph long.
3. Keep all OOC chatter in this thread. Absolutely no OOC chatter in IC, except from the OP, who is me. I will wield this power if I see people breaking the aforementioned rules.
4. Have fun!

[New Antarcticania]

port illikansk civillian area, New Antartica
Apr 16th, 0900 Hours

A small fleet of cargo ships is flung into the Cold waters of the Antartic ocean. with the usual enthusiasts and Vloggers taking photos of the hulks leaving port. Crews line up at their ship's port side. with the Quartermaster breaking the finest bottle of vodka they could find with the railings.
However, this isnt a normal voyage, as the fleet is also accompanied by a carrier, the hope and glory, and they're not headed towards south America, they're headed towards the colonies, established months before war erupting in the Mediterranean, the Antartican cities there have been well fortified with trenches, batteries and concrete structures during the colonial days in case of native or foreign incursion, with one specific port town being the Antartican territory's center for trade and transportation. A perfect logistical hub. The crew knows their job, Deliver their cargo to the Antartican port- munitions, supplies, and let the hope and glory do the rest.

The time as come for the Antarticans, previously drowned in embarrassment and shame- to redeem themselves, and engage in a struggle that will restore Antaetica's reputation, It is time to take the inatitive.

[Insaanistan]

Northwest Africa rebuilds. Sahelian Africa fights itself. Southern Spain warily eyes their new neighbor to the North. The officials in Mogadishu, Cairo, Muslimbol, Gibraltar and Granada argue rather than get anything done.
The once mighty Democratic Republic of Insaanistan was looking death in the face. It looked as if the nation would meet the end in some horrible, bloody mix of the Russian, Turkish and Iranian Revolutions.

The rest of Africa and the Middle East looked on with concern. Insaanistan had been their ally, but they had not helped it in the war: one or two Western powers against Insaanistan they could fathom helping them against. Not an entire coalition. Besides, they needed to regroup from helping Insaanistan fight Communists in Sharifistan, and had only now removed all their troops from Anatolia.

The state of Insaanistan was troubling. From its start, the nation has been an experiment. Proof Africa could have a functioning democracy. Proof that African nations could use a strong military to keep order without brutal suppression. Proof a Muslim nation could be allied with the west, and still be against Saudi Arabia; still be against Israel. Proof a nation could tolerate its minorities and be proud of its diversity.
But Insaanistan’s current state was surely proof that could only last so long. Now they were left to deal with Insaanistan’s problems: refugees and illegal immigrants were flooding to the borders of the rest of the region. Eritrea and Ethiopia were particularly upset: both had been counting on Insaanistan getting its act together and helping either of them in the current conflict. But they could practically hear the arguing in the government buildings in Mogadishu from their own capitals. Now, not only were Insaanis from Somalia, Sudan and Djibouti leaving for Eritrea and Ethiopia, the Tigray refugees who had left for Insaanistan were now back in Ethiopia.

Now their presidencies were also threatened: many of them were allied with Western powers, and were now faced with severing said ties (or rather, openly severing them but privately continuing them) or facing deposition, or imprisonment, or worse.

Insaanistan was proof that certain regions of the world could not be trusted.

The nation was on its knees, but it was foolishly to blind and prideful to put down its weapons. Indeed, one weapon was aimed lazily at the Coalition while the other was pointed at the nation itself with the finger on the trigger. The DPRI and TRI were more interested in watching each other than Europe.

In Gibraltar and Granada, the officials debated whether or not to accept General Abdul-Aziz’s rule, and whether or not to just give up Gibraltar. They also debated the best strategy to take down Asim and his regime. The majority wanted to work with the Coalition (particularly Langenia), as well as Gongsi. However, a significant minority utterly refused to work with anyone who had fought them in the war. The Parliaments were in deadlock. Meanwhile, no one in the TRI seemed to notice as Asim piled troops at the border. Nor did they seem to notice Saudi Crown Prince Muhammad bin Salman had met Asim in Muslimbol.

A fight was coming. So was the Day of Reckoning.

[The Jamesian Republic]

The Jamesian Republic along with its fellow nations had only known Insaanistan and its government for a short time. It has also known Earth for a short time. The path Insaanistan was going down troubled the Gaian international community. Jamesia and Mosarat particularly. They have been the few nations to have consistently be in communication and contact. However Mosarat decided to be neutral in this situation. Jamesia however has a plan. They plan to leak the truth of what Asim was doing to the Insaani people to the point of revolution. Getting into the mind of Asim was not going to work but good old fashioned stirring the pot will.

[Republica di Italya]

Benito Brancaccio, Luis Bianci, and Antonio Russo all stepped on to the stage. It was the first time they had ever been in the same room together. Taking off their masks, they stood in front of their podiums spaced two meters apart.
They looked at each other with fake smiles, silently ready to rip their opponent apart. This was a competition they were determined to win. But this wasn’t any competition. This would determine their new nation’s future:

They were running for Italy’s presidency.
They looked out at the social distanced crowd and the three people in front of them ready to question them on their positions. The breathed out. This was a chance to make a good first impression.

[Gongsi]

Sankêuyong, Federal Republic of Gongsi

The few weeks of relative peace in the government at Sankêuyong had come to an end. Factions began forming, disintegrating, and reforming as news of Fazluddin's apparent kidnapping and the rise of the anti-Western General Abdul-Aziz in the True Republic of Insaanistan. Rule of law was beginning to break down in Insaanistan as it became increasingly apparent that neither Asim nor Abdul-Aziz could stop the collapse of society in their nation. It was clear that intervention was needed, but how and to what end was a matter of fierce debate.

The Social Democrats, the absolute majority in the National Assembly, had been fractured and divided. Some demanded intervention to restore the proper republic and depose both self-proclaimed dictators, while others argued for the support of Abdul-Aziz's "True Republic". Still yet, a small handful of hardline moderates in the party stood their ground against taking any action, preferring to withdraw from the conflict and send little more than token support to civilians.

All the while, the Islamic Socialist Movement began rallying behind Asim's cause. In their minds, Asim's dedication to Islamic principles and socialist philosophies was the only way to bring peace and prosperity back to Insaanistan. Plus, if Asim were to take charge, it would bolster the GSI's position in Gongsi and give them a powerful international ally. Their new leader, Idris Abdul-Rahman, was completely unlike the idealistically foolish Khatijah. He knew that it was more important to get Asim on their side than it was to look like vigilante heroes.

And, of course, the Christian Minority Party was almost unanimously for the dissolution and partitioning of Insaanistan. The GSD saw Insaanistan as a failed experiment, and artificially bolstering such efforts at restoring its government were grounded only in the desire to increase the power of Islam in Africa and, to a lesser extent, the world. It was high time the state was broken back down into its constituent nations, nations that would no longer have such a firm grasp on Gongsian economics and politics.

With the National Assembly still trying to find its head in the dark, President De Dangnan issued the order to begin prepping soldiers and equipment for a possible operation in North Africa. If war was coming, Gongsi would be ready.

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Hyblaean Mountains, Sicily

"I must admit, I am almost going to miss this cave."

"Sure, miss the cave, but are you going to miss me?" Faisal asked in jest.

"Of course I will miss you!" Khatijah responded, embracing her childhood friend tightly. Faisal was taken aback by the sudden display of affection, and as soon as Khatijah realized what she had done she backed off and nervously cleared her throat.

"A-anyway, please do make sure nothing bad happens while I am gone," she stammered, her face a deep red.

"Only if you promise you will be safe."

"Aren't I always?"

Khatijah and 100 of her best volunteers began boarding the small fleet of civilian ships they had used to get to Sicily. As much as the conference had made her insurgents obsolete, and despite it directly leading to her ejection from the GSI, she still knew that it was Insaanistan's best hope at peace. If the disappearance of Fazluddin was to be the lynchpin in the failure of the conference, then it was her duty to find him and return him to Taranto.

[Langenia]

Southern Mediterranean Sea

Many kilometers north of the Egyptian coast, in the blue waters of this part of the Mediterranean region, was the 8th Flotilla of the Northern Fleet of the Langenian National Navy. The flotilla had sortied from its base in the Mediterranean island nation of Lengen, south of the boot of Italy, after obtaining new supplies and resting its sailors. It consisted of a carrier battle group, centered around an aircraft carrier, an expeditionary battle group, centered around an amphibious assault ship, a surface battle group, centered around a guided missile cruiser, a support group, centered around a command ship, and a submarine group, centered around a submarine tender.

Far away to the west, north of the Algerian coast, was the 7th Flotilla. It had the same composition as the 8th Flotilla, and like its counterpart, was there, in that region, on a mission. The 7th Flotilla would conduct regular air and missile strikes on targets in Algeria and Libya. The 8th Flotilla would do the same on Egypt. A target of key importance in Egypt was the Suez Canal, which would go through regular strikes to disrupt Insaani shipping through the canal. However, the Langenians would be careful not to target non-Insaani shipping.

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LAF warplanes in flight to Insaanistan.

Muslimbol, Insaanistan

The Langenians had no clue that the Saudi crown prince was visiting Muslimbol and was meeting with Asim in the Presidential Palace. But the strikes would serve to demonstrate the superiority of Langenian military might to that of the DPRI and Saudi Arabia combined. The airspace of Muslimbol rumbled, like there was thunder. It might have seemed like it was thunder, as the Langenian warplanes had not yet shown themselves.

The first wave of warplanes consisted of F-16s, C-29s, C-41s, C-42s, Su-30MKLs, and C-30As flying from southeastern Spain and from the carrier of the 7th Flotilla in the Mediterranean burst out of the clouds, armed with AGM-88 HARM and Kh-58 anti-radiation missiles and air-to-air missiles for self-defense. Behind them, dawdling over the ocean, were M-9 and M-52 AWACS aircraft providing guidance to the Langenian warplanes, and P-500 and KC-767 tankers. Almost all of the Insaani air defense network had been destroyed recently, but tiny parts still remained, notably the Muslimbol network. Asim was a paranoid man, and knew the psychological value of the city.

This had led to him ordering a good part of what few Insaani SAM batteries remained to deploy to the city. But these systems were either Langenian-made or Russian-made, and the Langenian Air Force knew their weaknesses and how to deal with them accordingly. Enemy radars were promptly searched for and destroyed with either an AGM-88 HARM or Kh-58 missile. But the LAF was aware that this was only part of the whole picture.

Next, hunting parties formed by the Langenian fighters would move out at the command of an AWACS to intercept the few Langenian-made Insaani Air Force fighters that had inevitably scrambled in an attempt to catch the battle-hardened Langenian pilots with their guard down. But no, the mostly inexperienced Insaani pilots would not succeed. The Langenians were ready and waiting, with M.81, M.121, AIM-9 Sidewinder, AIM-120 AMRAAM, or R-73 missiles ready to fire at enemy bandits. These were fired alright. At any and all Insaani C-21/C-29 or C-19 aircraft that dared to take off. And if that wasn't enough, they would find themselves under fire from the CA-47, GSh-30-1, and M61 Vulcan cannons that the Langenian fighters were equipped with.

Job done, air defenses taken out, including the SAMs and fighters, the LAF planes would leave. But this was only the beginning of hell for the DPRI, ISIS, and al-Qaeda. They would leave behind leaflets though, with the following message:

You call our President a dog. That's a lie, fools. Stop insulting a whole species. Rather, your Asim is an imbecile.
You call us Westerners. Wrong. Get your facts straight. We're westerners geographically, but culturally we're just as un-Western as you.
We're still here. Don't forget.

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Barcelona, Catalonia

The rumble of engines, and an LAF heavy strategic bomber took off on a combat mission over the Mediterranean, following its fellow aircraft. This airbase, near Barcelona, the capital of Catalonia, had the most Langenian strategic bombers in one place since the United Kingdom in the Second World War. In fact, it had been dedicated entirely to the planes, hosting BA-70, BA-85, and BA-15 aircraft.

The planes had been loaded with MC-90 and MC-101 air-launched cruise missiles (ALCMs). The BA-70s headed to the Mediterranean airspace north of Algeria, the BA-85s headed to the Mediterranean airspace north of Libya, and the BA-15 stealth bombers headed to the airspace north of Egypt. Over their assigned area, they would unleash their deadly cargo to targets in the regions south of their positions, namely, army bases, formations of enemy soldiers, and training camps providing recruits for the DPRI, Daesh, and al-Qaeda.

Below them, the warships of the 7th and 8th Flotillas launched Tomahawk, Kalibr, and Fenix missiles at the same targets in Algeria, Libya, and Egypt, at targets near Muslimbol, Algiers, Tripoli, Sirte, Tobruk, Port Said, Alexandria, and Cairo. And the Sinai peninsula too, a haven crawling with terrorists vying for control. The deserts that made up the majority of Egypt, Libya, and Algeria would also undergo covert reconnaissance from Langenian military satellites, and DPRI and terrorist hideouts in these areas were each subject to a cruise or ballistic missile.

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Border between Morocco and Algeria

The border between these two regions also marked the line of control between the True Republic of Insaanistan (TRI) and Democratic People's Republic of Insaanistan (DPRI). This meant that armed clashes between both forces in this area were frequent. As such, it became necessary for the Langenians to back up their regional allies. Yak-141L attack aircraft and AH-1Z Viper attack helicopters, operating from the amphibious warfare ships of the 7th Flotilla's expeditionary battle group, would begin to fly regular close air support (CAS) missions for TRI troops on the ground in combat with DPRI forces. Drone bases were covertly built in Morocco as well, and utilized for the same purpose: CAS missions. Furthermore, they also came in handy for reconnaissance over the vast expanse of the Insaani Algerian and Libyan deserts.

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Insaanistan

Finally, it started, under the Langenian designation Operation Thunder Eagle. Langenian warplanes from Spain and Catalonia, as well as aircraft carriers in the Mediterranean, would begin to conduct regular airstrikes that kept DPRI, ISIS, and al-Qaeda forces pinned and preventing them from expanding. The carrier Rey Felipe would unleash strikes on the north of Egypt using its C-21N and C-30A fighter planes. The other Langenian carrier, north of Algeria, would do the same on the north of Algeria and Libya. Occasionally, those Langenian planes with enough range would fly sorties into the remote deserts, targeting the training camps and hideouts that were so frequently found there.

[The Jamesian Republic]

In an Insaani newspaper office in a long forgotten back room there is an old teletype machine. It began after many years to type rapidly in a desperate attempt to lure someone to the room. It wrote

Code: Select all

President Asim allies with a long held arch enemy of Insaanistan, Saudi Arabia. Your president is willing to ally himself with a country that will chop up and grind one of their own people in cold blood without any hesitations. Why? Asim is one of those of people. Don’t be afraid citizens of Insaanistan arise!

[Insaanistan]

Asim now knew who was missing. Shaheeda Ma and Muhammad Khan. Both 17, nearly 18 years old. Both, especially Shaheeda, were too dangerous to leave alone. He quietly ordered for a manhunt of the two Royals. He preferred to bring them back alive and keep them that way, but with Shaheeda’s track record, they might be forced to kill her. After all, she was a spy.

However, Asim turned his attention to the Crown Prince in Front of him. They discussed a deal critical to the nation’s future. The nation needed to be secure, and it needed allies. What better ones than the exporters of Wahhabism, which Asim himself more or less adhered to. He and MBS shook hands, finally striking a deal. Suddenly, a sound filled the air, and the palace began to rumble. The two men looked at each other confused.
What in Allah’s name was going on?

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The bus was cruising on the highway. They had just left Cairo and were now on their way to Port Said. Once there, they’d sneak onto a boat bound for Asia Minor, and live lives free of Asim.
“What jobs are we gonna have in Sharifistan?” Muhammad inquired.
“What?” responded a confused Shaheeda.
“I mean, how will we get jobs in Sharifistan? We can’t live off of Soraya’s 5000 forever.”
“Well, I’m sure they’re will be loads of jobs,” she told him. “The wars just over not long ago.”
“You think they like Insaanis there?”
“Of course they do,” Shaheeda said. “There’s loads of Insaanistan there since most of the soldiers just decided to stay.”
“I hope you’re right,” he said. Suddenly, a deafening roar filled the air, and bomb went off next to the bus. Many of the passengers shrieked in surprised.
Then there was another one. And another. And another. Shaheeda soon realized that this wasn’t a terrorist attack.
This was a bombing.

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The Presidential Palace rumbled and quaked and the Langenian planes passed over. Asim took bin Salman to a safe room. He had already instructed his guards to take the Royals to a different safe room.

As the Palace rumbled, he looked to the Saudi Crown Prince and said in Modern Standard Arabic “You see? This is why this is so important.”
“Indeed,” came the reply. “Allah will help us in this struggle.”
The palace continued to shake as bombs began to hit it, destroying part of it once more. However, Asim smiled, having just secured a powerful ally.

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The bus screeched as it drove through the small town, trying to avoid the bombs. However, one bomb hit too close to the bus, knocking it on its side as it crashed into a building.
“Everyone cover your eyes!” Shaheeda yelled. She pulled a stick from her bag and began breaking the windows.
“Crawl out!” she ordered, as the passengers began to do so. She did so herself, having to pull Muhammad out of the bus.
“This is great!” she told him, as he dusted himself off.
Shrapnel barely missed their heads.
“Great?!” he cried. “This is a complete nightmare!”
“Look out!” Shaheeda told him. She pushed him into a nearby building and closed the door. They found the basement and walked into it. The basement had a window from which they looked out of.
“What were you saying about this being great?” asked Muhammad.
“Don’t you see those markings? Can’t you hear what the planes sound like when they zip past?”
“I’m too busy trying not to die,” he told her.
Shaheeda rolled her eyes. “Isn’t obvious? They’re Langenian planes.”
Muhammad was silent for moment. “What?”
“I said they’re Lange-“
“We’re getting bombed, and you’re happy because they’re from Langenia?!”
“Don’t you realize they’re against Asim? Uncle Nic is trying to help-“
“Yeah, some uncle,” he said, cutting her off.
Shaheeda stared at him. “What has gotten into you?”
“Tell me, does an uncle betray you when you’re most in need? Does he only help you when it suits him? Does he come into your land and blow it to smithereens?”
“It’s more complicated than-“
“The only reason Furia was ever an ally was he hated Communism so he agreed to help Uncle Mustafa. He stuffed himself at our parties then helped bring us to our knees, and you want me to be happy?!”
“It’s a complex issue. You know he didn’t want to do th-“
“Oh,” Muhammad interrupted. “So he’s spineless? Yeah, some uncle!”
“Muhammad, I’m warning you! Don’t talk about things you don’t know about or say stuff you don’t mean!” Shaheeda cautioned.
“Mustafa died and did he honor his memory or did he step on it?” continued Muhammad.
They continued to talk over each other, their voices rising. Only the bombardment kept anyone from hearing them.
“Muhammad, you better shut up!”
“How can you trust them?! How can you defend them?! You have to be positively stupid to do that! You’re an insult to your family! You’re an insult to your people, you-“
He never finished his sentence, because Shaheeda slapped him across the face. The two stood staring at each other, Muhammad ashamed of what he had said, and Shaheeda of what she had done, but both too proud to apologize.
Instead, they sat at opposite sides of the attic, waiting for the bombardment to end.

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The leaflets for many... didn’t exactly go over well.
Instead, some Insaanis began burning them in the streets, chanting “Mawt li Langenia!” Death to Langenia.
Even some who didn’t support Asim or terrorism joined in as their country had just been bombed. The majority of anti-Asim Insaanis, however, silently celebrated. Perhaps Asim could be taken down after all.

[Romextly]

El Kasasin
A man was out in the market that day buying some apples for a new meal he was to cook that day. Runihura (His "Name) was giving some cash to the vendor, when he heard the sound of jets getting closer. Remembering his training back at his former base, he scrambled and ran towards cover. A saw a mother carrying a small baby stumble while he was running, so he reached out his hand and hauled her out. The bombs came in rapidly and when he managed to get the mother and daughter in safe cover, he glimpsed at a bomb with his binoculars he held that had failed to explode. It was hard to tell, but they looked Langenian. He cursed the Langenians out loud for the credit of the mother, but silently thanked God that the Langs were close enough to launch air raids. He walked out attentively, and not seeing any more bombers helped take some people from the rubble.

Suddenly, he stood up straight. His comms unit! IT was in the attic of his house. He looked wildly around for his house, though he knew it was hopeless. He turned to the mother and invented a lie on the spot.
"Rehema! I forgot! There is a girl I am refugeeing there. I have to go back. Please, keep looking up to the sky and make sure no more Langenian planes fly by."
With that he ran off. He turned corners until he was at his house, outlying a bit far from the settlement. Then he saw something that made his guard go up. He saw his door opened, ever so slightly. He looked around and saw his crate outside. He quietly opened the crate and pulled out a Pato SMG. He slowly opened the door, though it creaked a bit and heard shouting upstairs in the attic. Where his equipment was, he remembered. He slowly went up the stairs and slightly opened the attic trapdoor. He could see two teens, a female around 17 and a male around 18. And suddenly the girl slapped the boy. He decided to enter the attic. He trained his gun on them as he shouted.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"

[Insaanistan]

El Kasasin
A man was out in the market that day buying some apples for a new meal he was to cook that day. Runihura (His "Name) was giving some cash to the vendor, when he heard the sound of jets getting closer. Remembering his training back at his former base, he scrambled and ran towards cover. A saw a mother carrying a small baby stumble while he was running, so he reached out his hand and hauled her out. The bombs came in rapidly and when he managed to get the mother and daughter in safe cover, he glimpsed at a bomb with his binoculars he held that had failed to explode. It was hard to tell, but they looked Langenian. He cursed the Langenians out loud for the credit of the mother, but silently thanked God that the Langs were close enough to launch air raids. He walked out attentively, and not seeing any more bombers helped take some people from the rubble.

Suddenly, he stood up straight. His comms unit! IT was in the attic of his house. He looked wildly around for his house, though he knew it was hopeless. He turned to the mother and invented a lie on the spot.
"Rehema! I forgot! There is a girl I am refugeeing there. I have to go back. Please, keep looking up to the sky and make sure no more Langenian planes fly by."
With that he ran off. He turned corners until he was at his house, outlying a bit far from the settlement. Then he saw something that made his guard go up. He saw his door opened, ever so slightly. He looked around and saw his crate outside. He quietly opened the crate and pulled out a Pato SMG. He slowly opened the door, though it creaked a bit and heard shouting upstairs in the attic. Where his equipment was, he remembered. He slowly went up the stairs and slightly opened the attic trapdoor. He could see two teens, a female around 17 and a male around 18. And suddenly the girl slapped the boy. He decided to enter the attic. He trained his gun on them as he shouted.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"

Muhammad and Shaheeda whipped around as Shaheeda pulled out a pistol. As she was behind Muhammad, “Runihura” wouldn’t have been able to see the gun until she already aimed it at him. She pointed it at the man at the door.
“Listen,” she said. “We don’t want any trouble. Please. We were just trying to wait out the bombardment.”
She slowly placed the gun on the ground.
“What are you doing?!” Muhammad asked. “He’s gonna shoot us!”

[Romextly]

El Kasasin
A man was out in the market that day buying some apples for a new meal he was to cook that day. Runihura (His "Name) was giving some cash to the vendor, when he heard the sound of jets getting closer. Remembering his training back at his former base, he scrambled and ran towards cover. A saw a mother carrying a small baby stumble while he was running, so he reached out his hand and hauled her out. The bombs came in rapidly and when he managed to get the mother and daughter in safe cover, he glimpsed at a bomb with his binoculars he held that had failed to explode. It was hard to tell, but they looked Langenian. He cursed the Langenians out loud for the credit of the mother, but silently thanked God that the Langs were close enough to launch air raids. He walked out attentively, and not seeing any more bombers helped take some people from the rubble.

Suddenly, he stood up straight. His comms unit! IT was in the attic of his house. He looked wildly around for his house, though he knew it was hopeless. He turned to the mother and invented a lie on the spot.
"Rehema! I forgot! There is a girl I am refugeeing there. I have to go back. Please, keep looking up to the sky and make sure no more Langenian planes fly by."
With that he ran off. He turned corners until he was at his house, outlying a bit far from the settlement. Then he saw something that made his guard go up. He saw his door opened, ever so slightly. He looked around and saw his crate outside. He quietly opened the crate and pulled out a Pato SMG. He slowly opened the door, though it creaked a bit and heard shouting upstairs in the attic. Where his equipment was, he remembered. He slowly went up the stairs and slightly opened the attic trapdoor. He could see two teens, a female around 17 and a male around 18. And suddenly the girl slapped the boy. He decided to enter the attic. He trained his gun on them as he shouted.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"

Muhammad and Shaheeda whipped around as Shaheeda pulled out a pistol. As she was behind Muhammad, “Runihura” wouldn’t have been able to see the gun until she already aimed it at him. She pointed it at the man at the door.
“Listen,” she said. “We don’t want any trouble. Please. We were just trying to wait out the bombardment.”
She slowly placed the gun on the ground.
“What are you doing?!” Muhammad asked. “He’s gonna shoot us!”

He dragged the pistol towards him, while keeping his SMG pointed at them. He felt as though he recognized them. Again he asked.
"Who are you."

[Insaanistan]

In an Insaani newspaper office in a long forgotten back room there is an old teletype machine. It began after many years to type rapidly in a desperate attempt to lure someone to the room. It wrote

Code: Select all

President Asim allies with a long held arch enemy of Insaanistan, Saudi Arabia. Your president is willing to ally himself with a country that will chop up and grind one of their own people in cold blood without any hesitations. Why? Asim is one of those of people. Don’t be afraid citizens of Insaanistan arise!

One worker heard this and entered the room, carrying a stack of papers. He looked what had been typed.
“Hey, Abdullah,” he called. “We got evidence for this story yet?” he said, holding up the paper.
“Mmm... nope!” Abdullah said.
“Hmmm... file it. We may need it later.”

[Insaanistan]

Muhammad and Shaheeda whipped around as Shaheeda pulled out a pistol. As she was behind Muhammad, “Runihura” wouldn’t have been able to see the gun until she already aimed it at him. She pointed it at the man at the door.
“Listen,” she said. “We don’t want any trouble. Please. We were just trying to wait out the bombardment.”
She slowly placed the gun on the ground.
“What are you doing?!” Muhammad asked. “He’s gonna shoot us!”

He dragged the pistol towards him, while keeping his SMG pointed at them. He felt as though he recognized them. Again he asked.
"Who are you."

“Don’t tel-“
“Princess Shaheeda Ma and Prince Muhammad Khan.”
“Aaaand you told him.”

[Romextly]

He dragged the pistol towards him, while keeping his SMG pointed at them. He felt as though he recognized them. Again he asked.
"Who are you."

“Don’t tel-“
“Princess Shaheeda Ma and Prince Muhammad Khan.”
“Aaaand you told him.”

"Royal Family? I thought you were locked up in your palace?" he kept looking at a box to the right of them

[Insaanistan]

“Don’t tel-“
“Princess Shaheeda Ma and Prince Muhammad Khan.”
“Aaaand you told him.”

"Royal Family? I thought you were locked up in your palace?" he kept looking at a box to the right of them

“We kinda sorta escaped...” Shaheeda admitted.
“You have to stop telling people everything!” Muhammad lamented.
“You learn over the years who you can and can’t trust,” Shaheeda muttered in Urdu. Turning back to the man pointing his gun at them, she told him, “We’re trying to get to Sharifistan. Can you help us?”

[Langenia]

OOC: Yes, I am aware I am violating my own rule, but I fear there is no other way to get it across. No one-liners, Insaanistan and Romextly.

[Insaanistan]

OOC: Yes, I am aware I am violating my own rule, but I fear there is no other way to get it across. No one-liners, Insaanistan and Romextly.

(Got it. I’ll edit my post.)

[Romextly]

"Royal Family? I thought you were locked up in your palace?" he kept looking at a box to the right of them

“We kinda sorta escaped...” Shaheeda admitted.
“You have to stop telling people everything!” Muhammad lamented.
“You learn over the years who you can and can’t trust,” Shaheeda muttered in Urdu. Turning back to the man pointing his gun at them, she told him, “We’re trying to get to Sharifistan. Can you help us?”

The gears in his mind turned. The reports he had heard from the comms, was that royals were desperately needed to help secure more opposition against Asim's regime. But he was a low level spy and not the best to be escorting kids. But if they failed, which they almost certainly would, the government would have his skin.
"I don't think it's a good idea to go to Sharifistan. The ports are blockaded by Asim's navy blocked into the ports and there are rumors of the Arab league being favorable towards Asim. Going through Israel will be impossible due to your opposition. There is one way we can take you to a more secure area, though I will admit many don't travel there. We could take you to Somalia and take you to a portal. I have a contact in Mogadishu that can take us there. Then in Romextly, you can go to the destination of choice. However that is up to you."

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Prussia-Poland and the SWA watch the civil war and munch on popcorn.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Benito Brancaccio, Luis Bianci, and Antonio Russo all stepped on to the stage. It was the first time they had ever been in the same room together. Taking off their masks, they stood in front of their podiums spaced two meters apart.
They looked at each other with fake smiles, silently ready to rip their opponent apart. This was a competition they were determined to win. But this wasn’t any competition. This would determine their new nation’s future:

They were running for Italy’s presidency.
They looked out at the social distanced crowd and the three people in front of them ready to question them on their positions. The breathed out. This was a chance to make a good first impression.

Prussia-Poland notes that no elections have been planned for Italy yet.

[Insaanistan]

“We kinda sorta escaped...” Shaheeda admitted.
“You have to stop telling people everything!” Muhammad lamented.
“You learn over the years who you can and can’t trust,” Shaheeda muttered in Urdu. Turning back to the man pointing his gun at them, she told him, “We’re trying to get to Sharifistan. Can you help us?”

The gears in his mind turned. The reports he had heard from the comms, was that royals were desperately needed to help secure more opposition against Asim's regime. But he was a low level spy and not the best to be escorting kids. But if they failed, which they almost certainly would, the government would have his skin.
"I don't think it's a good idea to go to Sharifistan. The ports are blockaded by Asim's navy blocked into the ports and there are rumors of the Arab league being favorable towards Asim. Going through Israel will be impossible due to your opposition. There is one way we can take you to a more secure area, though I will admit many don't travel there. We could take you to Somalia and take you to a portal. I have a contact in Mogadishu that can take us there. Then in Romextly, you can go to the destination of choice. However that is up to you."

“Somalia?!” cried Muhammad. “Do you know how long it took us to get this far?! And you not only want us to double back, you want us to go farther than the distance we came?!” He out his hands on his hips and began walking around the room.
Shaheeda turned to “Runihura”. “Excuse us for a second,” she said.
She went up to Fazluddin. “Mate, you gotta calm down.”
“I know, I know,” he said. “How the bloody hell are we gonna play this?”
“I dunno, bruv,” she admitted. “We either head to Sharifistan, which is dangerous, or head all the way to Somalia to get to a portal in Mogadishu, which is crawling with DPRI men, to get to a portal to go to Romextly.”
They thought for a moment.
“Do we know anyone in either country?”
Shaheeda thought for a moment. “Fazluddin’ wife! She still lives in Sharifistan.”
“And in Romextly?”
“I don’t think we have anyone there.”
“Bloody hell,” he cursed. “It’s just as well. It would be harder to adjust to life there.”
Shaheeda turned to “Runihura”. “Alright, listen here, mate,” she told him. She pressed a few buttons on her watch and a map of Africa and the Middle East was projected from it. “If we continue in the Port Said, we can easily hitch a ride on a boat to Sharifistan. Especially if the boat is Sharifistani or the crew itself is Sharifistani or Turkish. If it’s an Insaani crew and we get caught, they might turn us in.”
She touched the watch and it zoomed in on Eastern Africa.
“If we double back down to get to Somalia, we’ll have to go through all the cities we went through. It’ll be slow due to all the commotion from the terror attack and Langenian bombing. We’ll have to go through a lot of major cities where the authorities are more likely to spot us. Finally, if we get to Romextly, we’ll be significantly safer and better off than in Sharifistan, but it will be harder for us to adjust to living there.”

[The Jamesian Republic]

Part of The Jamesian Republic’s plan was to rescue the Insaani royal family so that way they could regroup and figure out a way to get them back in power. They had sent two men to help the royals. Eddie Winters a decorated intelligence official in the D.I.M. and another agent Aaron Grimes. They knew Fazluddin and Nura were missing and Shaheeda and Muhammed escaped. They also knew that Soraya and the others were being held in the palace. The two arrived in Egypt. They had fake Canadian passports which helped them get past border patrols. They knew the teenagers were here. They hoped they could find them so they could safely get them and their family to Jamesia.

[New Antarcticania]

Based in the regional capital of New Volga, The 124th Auxillary attack wing certinaly wasn't expecting to be ordered to assert aerial superiority over the Gibraltar strait "in case those Spanish f*cks decides to launch a blockade", Col. Gervasii Grigorev, the commander of the squadron, looked at the hangars of the Regional airport reserves for the squadron. Su-27s, painted with a drab mixture of olive green and brown.
"Is that all we have?"
"Let me check..... yep, that' all we have"
A sigh
"Pack some air-to-air missles on them, I dont care what type- and get then ready to fly within the hour."
The colonel walks off, whilst mumbling something about poor logistics and acquisitions.

3 hours later, 7:00pm
The squadron of eleven SUs flew in a arrow formation, just about reaching the strait, their job is simple: patrol the area, shoot down any pro-asim/terrorist, and head back home.
"God damn Muzzies, dragging our ends all the way to the Caribbean..."
"Shut your trap, Gorvich, at least you have shoes."
Laughter on the radio
"All right, ALL RIGHT! We're approaching the strait, prepare for any contacts while I broadcast something"
the squadron leader played with the dials of his radio, and began transmitting on all channels that he could reach in the strait
"Alright, let's get this over with. Attention all coalition ships, aircrafts and ground forces present in the strait of Gibraltar, this Is the 124th Auxiliary squadron flying patrol over the area, are you reading me? Over."

[Insaanistan]

Based in the regional capital of New Volga, The 124th Auxillary attack wing certinaly wasn't expecting to be ordered to assert aerial superiority over the Gibraltar strait "in case those Spanish f*cks decides to launch a blockade", Col. Gervasii Grigorev, the commander of the squadron, looked at the hangars of the Regional airport reserves for the squadron. Su-27s, painted with a drab mixture of olive green and brown.
"Is that all we have?"
"Let me check..... yep, that' all we have"
A sigh
"Pack some air-to-air missles on them, I dont care what type- and get then ready to fly within the hour."
The colonel walks off, whilst mumbling something about poor logistics and acquisitions.

3 hours later, 7:00pm
The squadron of eleven SUs flew in a arrow formation, just about reaching the strait, their job is simple: patrol the area, shoot down any pro-asim/terrorist, and head back home.
"God damn Muzzies, dragging our ends all the way to the Caribbean..."
"Shut your trap, Gorvich, at least you have shoes."
Laughter on the radio
"All right, ALL RIGHT! We're approaching the strait, prepare for any contacts while I broadcast something"
the squadron leader played with the dials of his radio, and began transmitting on all channels that he could reach in the strait
"Alright, let's get this over with. Attention all coalition ships, aircrafts and ground forces present in the strait of Gibraltar, this Is the 124th Auxiliary squadron flying patrol over the area, are you reading me? Over."

Spanish ships had been just outside Gibraltar’s waters, and Spanish planes its airspace, as no one had yet officially given what would happen to Gibraltar. However, both agreed that there was absolutely no way they were letting the Antarcticans anywhere near them.
“This is the Insaani Military speaking,” came the first reply. “Turn back immediately or you will be shot one you enter our territory!”
“This is the Spanish Military,” came the second. “You are about to enter Gibraltar’s territory. We warn you not to do so or face the consequences!”