Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
Rome, Italy
The soft scent of pasta filled the dining hall. Hidden within a backalley in Rome, the secret restaurant was typically used by the senate when they wished to discuss less reputable plans. Marble columns lined the hall, with detailed engravings sprawling across the roof. Opera singers provided the live entertainment as the senators dined on meals throughout the night.
As the signers opened the second act, young and ambitious senator Publius Beradi pulled out a piece of paper he had prepared. It was the official paper used to suggest a reform, new budget or military movement to the senate. It was required that at least 26 of the 50 senators sign in order for the act to be passed. He glanced over the sheet, making sure all the writing was in order.
Those who sign this sheet agree to authorize and fund a covert war against our aggressive neighbour Poland. After Poland has been weakened by terrorist attacks, they will be provoked into an open war for the purpose of securing the New Italian Republic within this harsh and cold world. No-one other than the senate is to know of this, henceforth codenamed 'Operation Scorched Border.'
He smiled, signing the sheet before passing it along. Senators looked with mixes of confusion, delight and sheer disbelief. The sheet received 46 signatures.
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"Guns make you stupid, better to fight your wars with duct tape; duct tape makes you smart" -Michael Westen.
Military GPS Network
The FSA has recently launched a dozen satellites, revealed to be the first ones in a military GPS network, which will in turn allow aircraft to use a GPS instead of a compass, which will allow the aircraft to utilize the magnetic generators used in nearly every home and business in Antarctica. The current network does not cover the entire Earth, but it does cover areas that Antarctica aircraft may need to go, such as Poland (In case they decide to take over more nations) and Africa ( Aid, diplomatic trips, etc.). The satellites currently launched were launched using two ASAO Phoinex III Heavy boosters, each of which had a payload of six satellites, which used their onboard maneuvering systems to thrust into the required orbit.
Current Army Stats
-150,000 total ground troops (Surplus weapons)
-2,000 aircraft total (Outdated)
-20 Dirigibles
-25,000 decent, combat-capable ships, many of which are usually used as cargo ships.
-5 Reusable spacecraft (Unarmed)
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Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
Military Stats
500,000 Active Conscripts((The fresh batches from the Draft haven't arrived yet)
100 Spec-Ops squads(5 Men to each squad)
8,000 Aircraft
5 Aircraft Carriers
500 Warships Uranium and other Resources
For no reason Canada has started stockpiling resources.Canada Resource Co has also begun buying a bunch of Uranium.
(( I noticed that now that we're doing the RP in more detail, things happen much faster, like It's hard to believe that it's already a year after these nations started! Let's just say as of now, a page is 6 months.))
==War==
Indonesian armies start waging complete war with Singapore. They take Sugi and Tjombol Island, which had a large air force base on them due to their close proximity to Indonesia. They recover Singaporean codes and use them to start an advance on Batam island by nightfall on September 29th... Singapore's defenses weaken and it will soon be conquered...
(I also think that we should put the date of this above our post)
September 1st, 2027
A cold dry wind blew north out of Russia, rippling the waters of the Caspian behind the coffee shop. Disturbing the tattered banners and posters that hung from the towering apartments and offices of the central Asian city. A sort of stillness enveloped the urban landscape. A deathly quiet as its residents had either abandoned, or stayed low.
And the echoing thump that flew over head was primarily why.
A storm of black helicopters circled through the air on a patrol of the empty landscape below. They bore no markings and they arrived seemingly off of the sea itself. Hovering low over the rooftops and peering down into the alleys. They passed by the coffee shop. Ignoring the men seated into the cafe with a brilliant pretend ignorance.
“Asalam Alaikum,” a man said walking through the cafe's open back door. Really, there was no door, it had been blown off for some reason or other after the previous action.
The entrance of the man, a skinny figure of Arabic lineage, his face dominated by a burly Janissary's mustache and a nose that was a large as a hound's was greeted by looks of apathy from the collective of soldiers within. Their uniforms and weapons suggesting that they were perhaps of different loyalties. But didn't afford their neighbors with any emotional distress of illogic that would otherwise be played out.
“Wasalam Alaikum, sadiq,” a French voice spoke from near the window. Seated at a scratched and mired wood table was a large white man. A red beret seated on his soft blonde head of hair. He turned to the entering man and looked him down with eyes somewhere between the blue of Loire and the green of southern France.
Alban Cônté, or “Paix” as we often ironically known. A steel gloved hand held a soldier's canteen filled with a steaming liquid.
The sour face the Frenchman had otherwise wore softened to a smile as the Arab approached him, “Farid, how fairs you?”
“It fairs well.” Farid mumbled, drawing up a dilapidated chair and sitting down.
“Al-Raiah Sah'kanah will be pulling back to Zhanaozen.” he reported, “This will restore some confidence in the progress of the conflict in Astana.”
“As planned.” Alban said, taking a draw on the drink in his hand.
“Exactly.” the Arab nodded, “It'll move next on into Uzbekistan from there as Al-Raiah Sah'kanah leads the mujaheddin across the border and we can renegotiate our efforts with Proyekt in the north and settle the tensions there and let us come back across and re-engage government forces here.”
“As according to plan.” Alban smiled as he watched the next wave of resistance move in. Large gunships sweeping down, hovering over the roads and allowing men to grapple down into the road. It was all an act really. Each man practicing a carefully choreographed movement.
“And speaking of the the government,” Alban added, “their forces will be moving in behind us shortly so you best get you and your boys ready for engagement protocol. They'll be an explosion at the port shortly, giving you the means to move out and open up. Then get out as soon as we redeploy. Copy?”
“Na'am.” the Arab said, getting up.
“At some point soon we will be in Astana.” commented Alban, “Do not delay.”
(( I was SURE they mentioned somewhere that it was 2025-2030, so I just followed as would be expected of the time, but I may be wrong ))
==War==
On the night of the assault, a group of Singaporean marines find the Indonesian task force. The advance into Batam is stopped, and meanwhile, Singaporean armies take Tebingtinggi Island and Rangsang Island. Indonesia begins writing a peace treaty in case the Singaporeans prove too difficult an enemy.
==Typhoon Warnings==
Typhoon Wutip
Category 2 typhoon
Status: Severely decreasing, made recent landfall.
Tropical depression Sepat
Tropical depression
Status: Increasing slowly, traveling quickly. may turn into tropical depression.
Makassar Outskirts, Indonesia
The squad of soldiers looked down upon the military base. They'd slipped onto the island by boat with orders to cause pain to the Indonesian garrison not currently fighting in Singapore. Lying down on the grass, they surveyed the land below the hilltop. The base was somewhat small, and appeared to be manned by a skeleton crew of 20 soldiers. "Looks like the Indonesian Republic are getting to be spread thin, ey boys?" The squad leader said, turning to his soldiers. The other four nodded, with young lieutenant Jacopo Marinari speaking up. "Indeed commander, looks like this mission will be a breeze."
"Remember boys, we cause enough havoc for them to withdraw from Singapore entirely, then we're out of here" The squad leader then grabbed the silenced sub-machine gun slung over his shoulder and motioned for his troops to follow.
Two guards were sitting by the entrance of the base, sharing a bottle of alcohol with each other. Silently creeping up, the squad leader grabbed the first guard, placing his hand over his mouth and stabbing him in the chest several times. The other soldier, heavily drunk, clumsily reaches around on the floor for his weapon, only to be shot twice in the neck, killing him instantly. The third and fourth members of the squad quickly moved to the guard posts that were controlling the vehicle barrier and shot both of them.
With the entrance pacified, the squad began moving further into the base. Quietly opening the door to the barracks, they crept in to find 10 of the troops sleeping. The squad leader crept to a sleeping soldier, grabbed the pillow from under him and began smothering him with it, before pulling a knife from his belt and stabbing the guard several times. The rest of the guards were disposed of in the same way.
The squad leader quietly muttered. "Only six left."
The remaining six guards were found playing poker on a mess hall table. A quick spray across the room ended the game.
Jacopo swung open the door of the armoury, finding plenty of weapons inside. He unzipped the duffel bag he bought with him and began loading it with weapons and ammunition. Meanwhile, the other squad members were rigging the base with explosives, which were mainly placed on fuel deposits.
The squad once again looked down on the base, their masks still on. On their way out, they tripped the alarm, sending a distress signal to other forces in the area. Several vehicles arrived at the base, soldiers getting out and examining the bodies. The troops began moving inside to check for the other men manning the base.
"Do it."
Once the leader gave the command, the detonator was activated, starting a chain of explosions across the base. Their vehicles were destroyed and most of the men were killed. The squad fell back into the hill surrounding the area, not taking their masks off until they were well clear of the destruction.
(( Who knew a corrupt politician would siphon funds from a guerilla war campaign to finance an entirely different guerilla war campaign. ))
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"Guns make you stupid, better to fight your wars with duct tape; duct tape makes you smart" -Michael Westen.
((I hope somebody eventually takes Poland, it would be nice to have an enemy that is actually a human being.))
GPS Network Complete!
The FSA has completed their GPS network and has fitted their aircraft with GPS navigation devices and internal generators. The range of Antarctican electric aircraft has increased massively, and the navigation capability of all FSA units has become much more precise.
Trade & Shipping
FSA dirigibles have begun flying products from Antarctica to the North Canadian Empire, this has increase the speed at which goods are transferred, and thus the revenue.
Military Update
-150,000 total ground troops (Surplus weapons)
-2,000 aircraft total (Outdated)
-40 Dirigibles
-25,000 decent, combat-capable ships, many of which are usually used as cargo ships.
-6 Reusable spacecraft (Unarmed)
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Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
((When Canada Starts incorporating more of the US then just Alaska,that is a huge possibility)) Trade Deal
The North Canadian is offering to sell 100 New Aircraft in exchange for 5 Million Canadian Dollars. Military Stats
800,000 Active Conscripts((The fresh batches from the Draft haven't arrived yet)
200 Spec-Ops squads(5 Men to each squad)
9,000 Aircraft
10 Aircraft Carriers
500 Warships
(It is rather interesting the Canadian economy/budget isn't facing down a steady stagnation or decline at this slowly bloating peace-time army.
And how do dirigibles make trade faster? They move at like, five miles an hour in a steady wind not blowing them off course. I could swim faster than that.)
Aktau, Khazakistan
The rumble of the APC filled the air as tires rolled passed. The flag of the Russian federation painted on the side of its cabin. Along its side, Russian soldiers walked along beside it, pressing themselves tight against the side of the armor as they scanned the street. The entire street hung silent as the supposed hostiles sat in hiding, biding their time as the vehicle continued to roll passed their hiding places.
Hiding in the rubble that came to line the street the Islamic mujahad lay silent in their piled brick and mortar hiding holes. Behind the remaining doors of dilapidated side-rooms. Peering out with wary eyes at the passing Russians as they waited for their orders by Al-Raiah Sah'kanah officers.
The tensity continued to hang in the air. A chord too tight to cut as the guerrillas sat waiting for the Russian army to pass. The roar of their diesel was powerful, deafening in the warrior's ears. And the temptation to open fire was strong. But they were under orders, and the guns of a different force if they disobeyed their orders. But it was all the same enough to make a man sweat.
With a uproarious explosion and a burning boom on the distance the tensity was broken. A ramlike sensation tore through the city as somewhere in the distance there was a great explosion. The walls shook with the force of an Earthquake and shock tore through the air as the hostiles outside shouted to themselves. Their attention was drawn to the distance as the milling Russians took defensive stations, looking for an enemy that could not be found.
"Chto eto bylo? Soobshchit'!" screamed an officer as he bound down the line of troops. His gate was aggressive, exaggerated as he stepped over the bricks. Swinging is gun about as he scanned the area. Glancing to the sky, as even in the bombed out windows a great black stain rolled over head.
Shouts echoed up and down the street as the men gave a report on the situation. The furor grew to a greater noise as from somewhere down the road more orders were given. Reluctance and angry hesitation warbled on the tongues of the Russians as they responded to the demands. But were forced aside as a column of mercenaries advanced passed them. The engine of the APC roared to a low thunder as it pulled to the side, letting the vehicles of ASN drove onto the side-walks of the road. Humvees and lightly armored vehicles navigating over the fanning wreckage of bombing runs previous as they took the streets from the Russians.
An electric energy seemed to run through the air as the supplementary units took over the Russian's duties and flowed passed, seeking the source of the explosion, handing the Russian military the full responsibility of the streets. Despondent Chechyns and Khazaks stood by, assault rifles slung over their shoulders as the man power of ASN slipped by.
And taking up the rear of the column, a soft clinking, clanking and hydraulic rhythm pounded down the street. The alien form of a robot marched passed. Somewhere between a dog and a mule, it carried on its reinforced carbon chassis the weight of the ASN unit it chased after. Machine guns strapped to its side, as well as mortars fitted to its flanks. An armored bulge that rose from its body designating the existence of an armored reloading mechanism for the weapons.
The Russians regarded the American design with a sort of apt horror and curiosity. But the inhumanity of its construction did not regard the Russians in the same way. It failed to recognize their existence. It was doing what it was designed to do, and nothing less. Following its designated tags.
As they unmanned vehicle lumbered past the Russian column reformed, stepping back onto the open street. Russian curses very bluntly showed their cards of disapproval for it. Groaning and spitting they returned to their formation.
Their continuing patrol though would come to an unfriendly start. A great high-pitched scream pierced the air as a silver-white spear slammed with the force of a missile into the armored personnel carrier. As it had appeared, it disappeared into a torrent of chaos and disorder as metal spun from where the car had been. Sheets of metal unfurling and scattering across the street on the breast of fire and shrapnel. The fragments cutting through the Russians with a fiery force that sent them screaming. Chunks of automobile, or shards from the exploding RPG tore through them. Splitting and carving their faces.
Very quickly, the Russian unit was sent to the ground. More distant men turned in shock at the burning wreckage of their cover, to only be cut down by a river of gun fire that sliced through and across the street. Providing no relief from the patient barrels of the combatants in wait.
And shortly before it had begun, it had ended. The small Russian column reduced to bodies strewn on the ground. Stepping out of their cover, the Mujahad took to the streets and received their next signal. Charging down the way the Russian enforcement had come, scooping up what they could carry from the ground as the jogged off.
Propaganda Galore!
The N.I.R has set up the 'New Italian Republic Publishing Company.' The company has acquired two Italian video game studios, a record label, a small Portuguese book publishing agency, a Spanish movie studio and several small newspapers, using the generous budget they have received. Work has begun on a video game about a theoretical war with Poland, while columns about the awe inspiring reality of N.I.R military life have become common. A documentary has already been released about life in the slums of Indonesia.
Trade
The N.I.R have offered to negotiate a trade agreement with Canada, which would bring oil and grain to the country. Meanwhile, the New Italian Republic Publishing Company have released a book about the confessions of underfed Canadian military personnel. (( HINT HINT. ))
(( Also, you just killed a bunch of troops from Spartan's not yet established nation. Shame on you. ))
Propaganda
The New Italian Republic Publishing Company has enjoyed breakout success within the N.I.R. Profits have far exceeded the initial spending funded by the senate. The increased profits have allowed for the acquisition of several more newspapers. (( Wooo. Propaganda. ))
Indonesia
Another military base in Indonesia has been attacked and burnt to the ground during the night.
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"Guns make you stupid, better to fight your wars with duct tape; duct tape makes you smart" -Michael Westen.
Makassar Outskirts, Indonesia
The squad of soldiers looked down upon the military base. They'd slipped onto the island by boat with orders to cause pain to the Indonesian garrison not currently fighting in Singapore. Lying down on the grass, they surveyed the land below the hilltop. The base was somewhat small, and appeared to be manned by a skeleton crew of 20 soldiers. "Looks like the Indonesian Republic are getting to be spread thin, ey boys?" The squad leader said, turning to his soldiers. The other four nodded, with young lieutenant Jacopo Marinari speaking up. "Indeed commander, looks like this mission will be a breeze."
"Remember boys, we cause enough havoc for them to withdraw from Singapore entirely, then we're out of here" The squad leader then grabbed the silenced sub-machine gun slung over his shoulder and motioned for his troops to follow.
Two guards were sitting by the entrance of the base, sharing a bottle of alcohol with each other. Silently creeping up, the squad leader grabbed the first guard, placing his hand over his mouth and stabbing him in the chest several times. The other soldier, heavily drunk, clumsily reaches around on the floor for his weapon, only to be shot twice in the neck, killing him instantly. The third and fourth members of the squad quickly moved to the guard posts that were controlling the vehicle barrier and shot both of them.
With the entrance pacified, the squad began moving further into the base. Quietly opening the door to the barracks, they crept in to find 10 of the troops sleeping. The squad leader crept to a sleeping soldier, grabbed the pillow from under him and began smothering him with it, before pulling a knife from his belt and stabbing the guard several times. The rest of the guards were disposed of in the same way.
The squad leader quietly muttered. "Only six left."
The remaining six guards were found playing poker on a mess hall table. A quick spray across the room ended the game.
Jacopo swung open the door of the armoury, finding plenty of weapons inside. He unzipped the duffel bag he bought with him and began loading it with weapons and ammunition. Meanwhile, the other squad members were rigging the base with explosives, which were mainly placed on fuel deposits.
The squad once again looked down on the base, their masks still on. On their way out, they tripped the alarm, sending a distress signal to other forces in the area. Several vehicles arrived at the base, soldiers getting out and examining the bodies. The troops began moving inside to check for the other men manning the base.
"Do it."
Once the leader gave the command, the detonator was activated, starting a chain of explosions across the base. Their vehicles were destroyed and most of the men were killed. The squad fell back into the hill surrounding the area, not taking their masks off until they were well clear of the destruction.
(( Who knew a corrupt politician would siphon funds from a guerilla war campaign to finance an entirely different guerilla war campaign. ))
Dafuq
G.O.D.M.O.D.D.I.N.G.
==War==
Indonesian soldiers find a group of other soldiers attempting to sabotage the war with Singapore, and will be kept for questioning. The army ups their security. They take Bintan island after a long time of fighting, and tear up the peace treaty. Singapore WILL BE theirs! Batam Island's defenses are being destroyed as you type, someguy.
(( It's not godmodding to have an elite squad of soldiers killing 20 rookies who are all either drunk or asleep. Also all you know is they're blowing your stuff up, nothing else.))
Unknown Holding Facility, Indonesia
The interrogator paced before the men. "You are all foolish. You killed twenty rookies and burned down and unmanned base, so you thought you could take down a heavily guarded facility? We caught you easily." The interrogator picked up the squad leader's pistol. "So tell me, what are five commandos doing here? Who sent you?"
The squad leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the interrogator. He was trained to speak fluent Indonesian, along with emulating the accent. "You're stupider than I thought. What made you think there were only five of us? We didn't burn that base to the ground." The commander spit on the interrogator. The interrogator bent down to face him. "You will not disrespect me any further."
With that, the squad leader stomped his boot onto the ground, causing a small blade to emerge from the heel. He bought the blade into the interrogators crotch, causing a scream of pain. "Also that gun has a GPS in it, idiot." The interrogator stumbled back, blood pouring out onto the floor. Ripping the blade out, he twisted his ankle and stabbed it into the interrogator's ribs. Troops rushed in, pointing their guns and screaming for them to stand down. One of the soldiers got stabbed by Jacopo's boot knife, causing the soldiers to pull down on the trigger, spinning around from the pain. All he ended up hitting was the other soldier, who slumped to the ground dead.
Meanwhile, outside
The jeep drove steadily along the road, on patrol around the holding facility. In the forest around the facility, ambush squads were ready. The jeep slowed to a halt as a branch covered the road, blocking their path. The soldiers got out of the jeep and walked to the branch. They began yelling to each other before one of them noticed something hidden in the leaves. Before he could finish shouting, the explosives detonated. The soldiers were torn to shreds by the shrapnel of both the explosives and the jeep. Soldiers in the compound began shouting and ran out to check the source of the explosives. As they arrived at the flaming wreckage, the forest came alive with gunshots as the soldiers were gunned down mercilessly. A full assault of the compound was about to begin.
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"Guns make you stupid, better to fight your wars with duct tape; duct tape makes you smart" -Michael Westen.
(It is power-playing to take control of said soldiers to hose them down, and imposing to say they were otherwise too drunk or distracted to hear gunshots.)
((FIRST PAGECLAIM! WOO!))
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
The soft scent of pasta filled the dining hall. Hidden within a backalley in Rome, the secret restaurant was typically used by the senate when they wished to discuss less reputable plans. Marble columns lined the hall, with detailed engravings sprawling across the roof. Opera singers provided the live entertainment as the senators dined on meals throughout the night.
As the signers opened the second act, young and ambitious senator Publius Beradi pulled out a piece of paper he had prepared. It was the official paper used to suggest a reform, new budget or military movement to the senate. It was required that at least 26 of the 50 senators sign in order for the act to be passed. He glanced over the sheet, making sure all the writing was in order.
Those who sign this sheet agree to authorize and fund a covert war against our aggressive neighbour Poland. After Poland has been weakened by terrorist attacks, they will be provoked into an open war for the purpose of securing the New Italian Republic within this harsh and cold world. No-one other than the senate is to know of this, henceforth codenamed 'Operation Scorched Border.'
He smiled, signing the sheet before passing it along. Senators looked with mixes of confusion, delight and sheer disbelief. The sheet received 46 signatures.
The FSA has recently launched a dozen satellites, revealed to be the first ones in a military GPS network, which will in turn allow aircraft to use a GPS instead of a compass, which will allow the aircraft to utilize the magnetic generators used in nearly every home and business in Antarctica. The current network does not cover the entire Earth, but it does cover areas that Antarctica aircraft may need to go, such as Poland (In case they decide to take over more nations) and Africa ( Aid, diplomatic trips, etc.). The satellites currently launched were launched using two ASAO Phoinex III Heavy boosters, each of which had a payload of six satellites, which used their onboard maneuvering systems to thrust into the required orbit.
Current Army Stats
-150,000 total ground troops (Surplus weapons)
-2,000 aircraft total (Outdated)
-20 Dirigibles
-25,000 decent, combat-capable ships, many of which are usually used as cargo ships.
-5 Reusable spacecraft (Unarmed)
Your friendly neighborhood, mentally unstable, delusional Trekkie!
"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
500,000 Active Conscripts((The fresh batches from the Draft haven't arrived yet)
100 Spec-Ops squads(5 Men to each squad)
8,000 Aircraft
5 Aircraft Carriers
500 Warships
Uranium and other Resources
For no reason Canada has started stockpiling resources.Canada Resource Co has also begun buying a bunch of Uranium.
==War==
Indonesian armies start waging complete war with Singapore. They take Sugi and Tjombol Island, which had a large air force base on them due to their close proximity to Indonesia. They recover Singaporean codes and use them to start an advance on Batam island by nightfall on September 29th... Singapore's defenses weaken and it will soon be conquered...
(I also think that we should put the date of this above our post)
September 1st, 2027
Dragons click you!
A cold dry wind blew north out of Russia, rippling the waters of the Caspian behind the coffee shop. Disturbing the tattered banners and posters that hung from the towering apartments and offices of the central Asian city. A sort of stillness enveloped the urban landscape. A deathly quiet as its residents had either abandoned, or stayed low.
And the echoing thump that flew over head was primarily why.
A storm of black helicopters circled through the air on a patrol of the empty landscape below. They bore no markings and they arrived seemingly off of the sea itself. Hovering low over the rooftops and peering down into the alleys. They passed by the coffee shop. Ignoring the men seated into the cafe with a brilliant pretend ignorance.
“Asalam Alaikum,” a man said walking through the cafe's open back door. Really, there was no door, it had been blown off for some reason or other after the previous action.
The entrance of the man, a skinny figure of Arabic lineage, his face dominated by a burly Janissary's mustache and a nose that was a large as a hound's was greeted by looks of apathy from the collective of soldiers within. Their uniforms and weapons suggesting that they were perhaps of different loyalties. But didn't afford their neighbors with any emotional distress of illogic that would otherwise be played out.
“Wasalam Alaikum, sadiq,” a French voice spoke from near the window. Seated at a scratched and mired wood table was a large white man. A red beret seated on his soft blonde head of hair. He turned to the entering man and looked him down with eyes somewhere between the blue of Loire and the green of southern France.
Alban Cônté, or “Paix” as we often ironically known. A steel gloved hand held a soldier's canteen filled with a steaming liquid.
The sour face the Frenchman had otherwise wore softened to a smile as the Arab approached him, “Farid, how fairs you?”
“It fairs well.” Farid mumbled, drawing up a dilapidated chair and sitting down.
“Al-Raiah Sah'kanah will be pulling back to Zhanaozen.” he reported, “This will restore some confidence in the progress of the conflict in Astana.”
“As planned.” Alban said, taking a draw on the drink in his hand.
“Exactly.” the Arab nodded, “It'll move next on into Uzbekistan from there as Al-Raiah Sah'kanah leads the mujaheddin across the border and we can renegotiate our efforts with Proyekt in the north and settle the tensions there and let us come back across and re-engage government forces here.”
“As according to plan.” Alban smiled as he watched the next wave of resistance move in. Large gunships sweeping down, hovering over the roads and allowing men to grapple down into the road. It was all an act really. Each man practicing a carefully choreographed movement.
“And speaking of the the government,” Alban added, “their forces will be moving in behind us shortly so you best get you and your boys ready for engagement protocol. They'll be an explosion at the port shortly, giving you the means to move out and open up. Then get out as soon as we redeploy. Copy?”
“Na'am.” the Arab said, getting up.
“At some point soon we will be in Astana.” commented Alban, “Do not delay.”
“We would not.” Farid bowed.
My DeviantArt, so sexy
==War==
On the night of the assault, a group of Singaporean marines find the Indonesian task force. The advance into Batam is stopped, and meanwhile, Singaporean armies take Tebingtinggi Island and Rangsang Island. Indonesia begins writing a peace treaty in case the Singaporeans prove too difficult an enemy.
==Typhoon Warnings==
Typhoon Wutip
Category 2 typhoon
Status: Severely decreasing, made recent landfall.
Tropical depression Sepat
Tropical depression
Status: Increasing slowly, traveling quickly. may turn into tropical depression.
September 28-september 30th, 2020
Dragons click you!
The squad of soldiers looked down upon the military base. They'd slipped onto the island by boat with orders to cause pain to the Indonesian garrison not currently fighting in Singapore. Lying down on the grass, they surveyed the land below the hilltop. The base was somewhat small, and appeared to be manned by a skeleton crew of 20 soldiers. "Looks like the Indonesian Republic are getting to be spread thin, ey boys?" The squad leader said, turning to his soldiers. The other four nodded, with young lieutenant Jacopo Marinari speaking up. "Indeed commander, looks like this mission will be a breeze."
"Remember boys, we cause enough havoc for them to withdraw from Singapore entirely, then we're out of here" The squad leader then grabbed the silenced sub-machine gun slung over his shoulder and motioned for his troops to follow.
Two guards were sitting by the entrance of the base, sharing a bottle of alcohol with each other. Silently creeping up, the squad leader grabbed the first guard, placing his hand over his mouth and stabbing him in the chest several times. The other soldier, heavily drunk, clumsily reaches around on the floor for his weapon, only to be shot twice in the neck, killing him instantly. The third and fourth members of the squad quickly moved to the guard posts that were controlling the vehicle barrier and shot both of them.
With the entrance pacified, the squad began moving further into the base. Quietly opening the door to the barracks, they crept in to find 10 of the troops sleeping. The squad leader crept to a sleeping soldier, grabbed the pillow from under him and began smothering him with it, before pulling a knife from his belt and stabbing the guard several times. The rest of the guards were disposed of in the same way.
The squad leader quietly muttered. "Only six left."
The remaining six guards were found playing poker on a mess hall table. A quick spray across the room ended the game.
Jacopo swung open the door of the armoury, finding plenty of weapons inside. He unzipped the duffel bag he bought with him and began loading it with weapons and ammunition. Meanwhile, the other squad members were rigging the base with explosives, which were mainly placed on fuel deposits.
The squad once again looked down on the base, their masks still on. On their way out, they tripped the alarm, sending a distress signal to other forces in the area. Several vehicles arrived at the base, soldiers getting out and examining the bodies. The troops began moving inside to check for the other men manning the base.
"Do it."
Once the leader gave the command, the detonator was activated, starting a chain of explosions across the base. Their vehicles were destroyed and most of the men were killed. The squad fell back into the hill surrounding the area, not taking their masks off until they were well clear of the destruction.
(( Who knew a corrupt politician would siphon funds from a guerilla war campaign to finance an entirely different guerilla war campaign. ))
GPS Network Complete!
The FSA has completed their GPS network and has fitted their aircraft with GPS navigation devices and internal generators. The range of Antarctican electric aircraft has increased massively, and the navigation capability of all FSA units has become much more precise.
Trade & Shipping
FSA dirigibles have begun flying products from Antarctica to the North Canadian Empire, this has increase the speed at which goods are transferred, and thus the revenue.
Military Update
-150,000 total ground troops (Surplus weapons)
-2,000 aircraft total (Outdated)
-40 Dirigibles
-25,000 decent, combat-capable ships, many of which are usually used as cargo ships.
-6 Reusable spacecraft (Unarmed)
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"The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will someday venture to the stars." -Carl Sagan
All my posts are required reading for NSA agents.
Trade Deal
The North Canadian is offering to sell 100 New Aircraft in exchange for 5 Million Canadian Dollars.
Military Stats
800,000 Active Conscripts((The fresh batches from the Draft haven't arrived yet)
200 Spec-Ops squads(5 Men to each squad)
9,000 Aircraft
10 Aircraft Carriers
500 Warships
And how do dirigibles make trade faster? They move at like, five miles an hour in a steady wind not blowing them off course. I could swim faster than that.)
Aktau, Khazakistan
The rumble of the APC filled the air as tires rolled passed. The flag of the Russian federation painted on the side of its cabin. Along its side, Russian soldiers walked along beside it, pressing themselves tight against the side of the armor as they scanned the street. The entire street hung silent as the supposed hostiles sat in hiding, biding their time as the vehicle continued to roll passed their hiding places.
Hiding in the rubble that came to line the street the Islamic mujahad lay silent in their piled brick and mortar hiding holes. Behind the remaining doors of dilapidated side-rooms. Peering out with wary eyes at the passing Russians as they waited for their orders by Al-Raiah Sah'kanah officers.
The tensity continued to hang in the air. A chord too tight to cut as the guerrillas sat waiting for the Russian army to pass. The roar of their diesel was powerful, deafening in the warrior's ears. And the temptation to open fire was strong. But they were under orders, and the guns of a different force if they disobeyed their orders. But it was all the same enough to make a man sweat.
With a uproarious explosion and a burning boom on the distance the tensity was broken. A ramlike sensation tore through the city as somewhere in the distance there was a great explosion. The walls shook with the force of an Earthquake and shock tore through the air as the hostiles outside shouted to themselves. Their attention was drawn to the distance as the milling Russians took defensive stations, looking for an enemy that could not be found.
"Chto eto bylo? Soobshchit'!" screamed an officer as he bound down the line of troops. His gate was aggressive, exaggerated as he stepped over the bricks. Swinging is gun about as he scanned the area. Glancing to the sky, as even in the bombed out windows a great black stain rolled over head.
Shouts echoed up and down the street as the men gave a report on the situation. The furor grew to a greater noise as from somewhere down the road more orders were given. Reluctance and angry hesitation warbled on the tongues of the Russians as they responded to the demands. But were forced aside as a column of mercenaries advanced passed them. The engine of the APC roared to a low thunder as it pulled to the side, letting the vehicles of ASN drove onto the side-walks of the road. Humvees and lightly armored vehicles navigating over the fanning wreckage of bombing runs previous as they took the streets from the Russians.
An electric energy seemed to run through the air as the supplementary units took over the Russian's duties and flowed passed, seeking the source of the explosion, handing the Russian military the full responsibility of the streets. Despondent Chechyns and Khazaks stood by, assault rifles slung over their shoulders as the man power of ASN slipped by.
And taking up the rear of the column, a soft clinking, clanking and hydraulic rhythm pounded down the street. The alien form of a robot marched passed. Somewhere between a dog and a mule, it carried on its reinforced carbon chassis the weight of the ASN unit it chased after. Machine guns strapped to its side, as well as mortars fitted to its flanks. An armored bulge that rose from its body designating the existence of an armored reloading mechanism for the weapons.
The Russians regarded the American design with a sort of apt horror and curiosity. But the inhumanity of its construction did not regard the Russians in the same way. It failed to recognize their existence. It was doing what it was designed to do, and nothing less. Following its designated tags.
As they unmanned vehicle lumbered past the Russian column reformed, stepping back onto the open street. Russian curses very bluntly showed their cards of disapproval for it. Groaning and spitting they returned to their formation.
Their continuing patrol though would come to an unfriendly start. A great high-pitched scream pierced the air as a silver-white spear slammed with the force of a missile into the armored personnel carrier. As it had appeared, it disappeared into a torrent of chaos and disorder as metal spun from where the car had been. Sheets of metal unfurling and scattering across the street on the breast of fire and shrapnel. The fragments cutting through the Russians with a fiery force that sent them screaming. Chunks of automobile, or shards from the exploding RPG tore through them. Splitting and carving their faces.
Very quickly, the Russian unit was sent to the ground. More distant men turned in shock at the burning wreckage of their cover, to only be cut down by a river of gun fire that sliced through and across the street. Providing no relief from the patient barrels of the combatants in wait.
And shortly before it had begun, it had ended. The small Russian column reduced to bodies strewn on the ground. Stepping out of their cover, the Mujahad took to the streets and received their next signal. Charging down the way the Russian enforcement had come, scooping up what they could carry from the ground as the jogged off.
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The N.I.R has set up the 'New Italian Republic Publishing Company.' The company has acquired two Italian video game studios, a record label, a small Portuguese book publishing agency, a Spanish movie studio and several small newspapers, using the generous budget they have received. Work has begun on a video game about a theoretical war with Poland, while columns about the awe inspiring reality of N.I.R military life have become common. A documentary has already been released about life in the slums of Indonesia.
Trade
The N.I.R have offered to negotiate a trade agreement with Canada, which would bring oil and grain to the country. Meanwhile, the New Italian Republic Publishing Company have released a book about the confessions of underfed Canadian military personnel. (( HINT HINT. ))
(( Also, you just killed a bunch of troops from Spartan's not yet established nation. Shame on you. ))
The New Italian Republic Publishing Company has enjoyed breakout success within the N.I.R. Profits have far exceeded the initial spending funded by the senate. The increased profits have allowed for the acquisition of several more newspapers. (( Wooo. Propaganda. ))
Indonesia
Another military base in Indonesia has been attacked and burnt to the ground during the night.
Dafuq
G.O.D.M.O.D.D.I.N.G.
==War==
Indonesian soldiers find a group of other soldiers attempting to sabotage the war with Singapore, and will be kept for questioning. The army ups their security. They take Bintan island after a long time of fighting, and tear up the peace treaty. Singapore WILL BE theirs! Batam Island's defenses are being destroyed as you type, someguy.
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Unknown Holding Facility, Indonesia
The interrogator paced before the men. "You are all foolish. You killed twenty rookies and burned down and unmanned base, so you thought you could take down a heavily guarded facility? We caught you easily." The interrogator picked up the squad leader's pistol. "So tell me, what are five commandos doing here? Who sent you?"
The squad leader narrowed his eyes and looked at the interrogator. He was trained to speak fluent Indonesian, along with emulating the accent. "You're stupider than I thought. What made you think there were only five of us? We didn't burn that base to the ground." The commander spit on the interrogator. The interrogator bent down to face him. "You will not disrespect me any further."
With that, the squad leader stomped his boot onto the ground, causing a small blade to emerge from the heel. He bought the blade into the interrogators crotch, causing a scream of pain. "Also that gun has a GPS in it, idiot." The interrogator stumbled back, blood pouring out onto the floor. Ripping the blade out, he twisted his ankle and stabbed it into the interrogator's ribs. Troops rushed in, pointing their guns and screaming for them to stand down. One of the soldiers got stabbed by Jacopo's boot knife, causing the soldiers to pull down on the trigger, spinning around from the pain. All he ended up hitting was the other soldier, who slumped to the ground dead.
Meanwhile, outside
The jeep drove steadily along the road, on patrol around the holding facility. In the forest around the facility, ambush squads were ready. The jeep slowed to a halt as a branch covered the road, blocking their path. The soldiers got out of the jeep and walked to the branch. They began yelling to each other before one of them noticed something hidden in the leaves. Before he could finish shouting, the explosives detonated. The soldiers were torn to shreds by the shrapnel of both the explosives and the jeep. Soldiers in the compound began shouting and ran out to check the source of the explosives. As they arrived at the flaming wreckage, the forest came alive with gunshots as the soldiers were gunned down mercilessly. A full assault of the compound was about to begin.
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