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| Entering the Stage; Kubanizan Colonization of IR38 | |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 4 2013, 02:22 PM Post #1 |
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Dnaino Port, Kubaniza "The final preparations are being finished and roll call is being conducted," Commodore Ernost reported to his monarch, Hetman Dmytro. "Excellent, Commodore," Dmytro replied, "you may leave when ready. You know your mission and your objectives. You have full authority of the expedition once you have departed. Good luck." Approximately an hour later, eight ships left Dnaino harbor for the Irenical. Two military transport ships carrying 1,400 soldiers of the newly-made 1st Colonial Expeditionary Battalion, three destroyers, and two large cargo ships carrying equipment, construction materials, and several hundred military engineers. The mission of this small group of ships was simple: to set a Kubanizan claim in the Irenical. Off the coast of IR38 "Sir, coast in sight," a bridge operator said as distant land came into view. Commodore Ernost smiled. After several long weeks of sailing across the oceans and life at sea, they had finally reached their destination. Picking up the intercom, Ernost put the microphone up to his lips. "Attention all crew, land sighted. Prepare for landing operations," he said, and after a few moments added, "It's been a long, hard trip gentlemen, but we're here." A short while later, a helicopter flew over the waters between the ships and the land before descending to the ground, kicking up dust and blowing the vegetation so they tilted away from the helicopter. Jumping down, Sergeant Yilsen spoke into his radio, "Squad Alpha landed, first boots on the ground." "Copy, Alpha. Proceed to secure the area. Over," came the reply, and Yilsen directed his squad to spread out slightly as they began walking forwards, behind them more helicopters with additional squads landed. The squads moved out 100 yards from the shore and took defensive positions as other helicopters landed with more troops, then they'd move out another hundred yards as even more troops came in. This continued, and eventually they had secured a massive landing zone. Next, large helicopters with equipment tied and hanging underneath them hovered in the air as their cargo was untied and dropped. By the end of the day a base camp had been set up, with tents and temporary shelters being erected for the night. The next day, the real work began. |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 5 2013, 06:15 AM Post #2 |
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Camp Dmytro, IR38 Construction began almost immediately the next day. Their goal was to build a military base at the mouth of the largest river in the region. The base was the serve as a starting point for the future Kubanizan settlements and provide a safe landing point. The foundations of the base headquarters, barracks, and storehouses were already well on their way by the day's end. In the meantime, temporary outer defenses were set up, consisting of shallow trenches, sandbags, and machine guns. Small docks were also planned, allowing for smaller transport ships to land and drop off supplies and men from the larger vessels. On the third day, Commodore Ernost ordered that a patrol should be sent out to scout the surrounding area. He wanted to know the terrain of the land, types of plants, and generally whether or not it was good building lands. He also wanted to know if there were any native settlements nearby. Outside Camp Dmytro "Watch your step, soldier," Sergeant Yilsen said as he pushed one of his men just before they stepped into a deep hole. "Y'all are going to get yourselves killed faster than any enemy soldier could, I swear!" The sun was just above the horizon, as they had left early in the morning. They also had a cartographer accompanying their squad, who would be doing rough sketches of the surrounding land to bring back to the Commodore for study. As they continued on their way, Yilsen made several internal notes. The land seemed to be generally flat, open planes with the occasional light forest. He wasn't a farmer, but there was plenty of green grass, so the land looked good for farming at least. It seemed to him that-- Yilsen stopped, holding out his hand to signal the rest of the squad to halt. The sergeant crouched down, and the rest of the squad followed suit. He could hear something, a sort of rumbling noise, and scanned his surroundings. Far in the distance he could see a... a horse? A single horse galloping parallel to him and then behind a gathering of forests and out of sight. He only saw it for a few moments, but it appeared that there was a man on the beast's back. They waited there for five more minutes, seeing if there was any more movement, then continued on their patrol. |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 5 2013, 09:33 AM Post #3 |
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Camp Dmytro The cartographer and Commodore Ernost were standing over the cartographer's rough sketch of the surrounding territory, showing the river, the camp, plains, forests, and hills that were nearby. The two spent about ten minutes talking about this or that, then they decided that the cartographer should be sent out, under escort, to do a more accurate mapping of the area. Then, Sergeant Yilsen stepped forward. "Sir, if I may add something," he said. "Yes, go ahead," came the reply. "Sir, during our patrol we caught a slight glance of something I believe to have been a native. I cannot confirm, however. I heard a horse galloping, and then looked and saw a horse off in the distance with what looked liked a man riding it. It was likely some sort of scout, inspecting us. This could mean that there are natives nearby, or that we are near some kind of hunting area, as we haven't been here long enough to be noticed by far-off native settlements. I request permission to lead another patrol to try to find them." After several moments of thought, Commodore Ernost slowly nodded, saying, "Alright, do that. I'll assign a squad to your command." The next day Yilsen was leading his squad, made mostly of light infantry, through one of the land's light forests. It had been a few hours since they left Camp Dmytro and they had spotted nothing as of yet. Then, he thought he heard voices. He signaled for his men to get low and crouch in the tall grass and bushes. He crept forward to the edge of a clearing, and saw a dead deer sitting near the middle of the clearing. And crouching next to the deer was a boy, in his mid-teens by the looks of it. On the ground near the boy lay a bow and quiver, and in the deer Yilsen could see an arrow poking from its neck. Looking back, he signaled his men to stay low and quiet and to move forward. Eventually they had made a circle around the clearing. Then he nodded and, standing up, walked into the clearing with the boy. The native boy looked up, startled, and reached for his bow. His motion was stopped by a single shot from Yilsen's gun into the dirt nearby. Frozen in fear for a single moment, he turned to run, but was halted when he saw the rest of Yilsen's squad emerging from the trees around him. The sergeant smiled. "Hello there, boy." |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 6 2013, 06:54 AM Post #4 |
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"Sir, we've captured one." Commodore Ernost looked up in surprise. "One what?" he asked. "A native," came the reply from Sergeant Yilsen. "We found him out in the woods, seems to be a boy in his teens, was hunting as well, he killed a deer." Yilsen threw down the bow they had found, "Seems that they are primitive as far as technology is concerned." "Where is this native boy now?" the Commodore asked. "He's being held in an empty shed at the moment, under guard." Ernost smiled, "Then let's go meet our new little friend." ... "Open it," Yilsen said to the guard. As the door was opening, the boy sprinted out from the shed and tackled the Commodore to the ground. "Get off him, savage!" The guard yelled, as him and the sergeant pulled the native off Ernost. "Sir, are you alright?" Getting to his feet and wiping the dust off of his uniform, Ernost chuckled. "He's quite a lively one, isn't he? Ah, he will be a good specimen then. We'll have the scientific team study him, perhaps we can learn a bit about them." Later in the day "We call them 'Makori'," a man said. "'Makori'? The native?" questioned Ernost. "Yes, sir, the native." "Then, let's name this place "Makorland" in their honor, shall we?" Ernost chuckled. "How much progress are we making?" he asked, turning to the head engineer who was standing off to the side. Stepping forward, the head engineer said, "We've made significant progress, sir. The barracks, headquarters, and storehouses should be finished within the next few weeks. The perimeter defenses, utility buildings, and other smaller projects should be finished significantly sooner." "Sir," a colonel stepped into the command tent, "We have news from one of our patrols." "Yes, what is it?" asked Ernost impatiently. "One of our patrols had an encounter with a large group of natives, seemed to be warriors according to the sergeant leading the squad. The sergeant reported that they were all on horseback and had facial and body paint. They all appeared to be carrying spears, knives, and bows. "Our squad was significantly outnumbered by the... Makori warriors, so they backed off when confronted. Nothing was said, although even if there was we couldn't understand it." After a few seconds of thought, the Commodore said, "Right, well we'll post a few extra sentries tonight just in case they try anything. In the meantime..." he said, turning back towards the engineer. (edited in map) Map
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 7 2013, 05:15 AM Post #5 |
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Over the next few weeks, several of the larger buildings at Camp Dmytro were having the finishing touches added to them, while the much smaller facilities were all finished. Camp Dmytro was now an almost completely functioning military facility. Commodore Ernost had sent a favorable report back to the Hetman concerning the progress of the mission, stating that they had had no major issues since arriving, and the only real problems were minor. This report would be used by the government as a sort of advertisement to companies and possible settlers to invest in and move to the new colony. The seven ships that had transported/escorted the men and materials to the new colony had left several weeks ago to head back to Kubaniza to pick up new supplies and men. They would return with more ships this time, filled with materials and men for a new military base, one more upstream. In the meantime, the Kubanizans continued to hold their current positions, finished up construction, and kept and eye out for further Makori sightings. After the run-in with the large warrior band, they were suspicious about how hostile the Makoris would be to the Kubanizans. "Commodore, look out there." Ernost looked up, "What?" "There, in the woods," said the aide. Squinting, Commodore Ernost looked into the trees until he spotted what his aide was talking about. There was a Makori horseman standing at the edge of the treeline, observing the base. "Send out a few men, see if they can communicate with him," Ernost ordered. "Yes, sir." ... Colonel Mann, the man who was sent out, went without any weapons except for a pistol at his hip and two enlisted men behind him. The horseman didn't run off, but quietly sat atop his horse, watching them approach. "Stay here," he ordered the two soldiers, then continued walking. Upon reaching a distance of about ten yards, Mann stopped. Now that he was actually here, Mann didn't really know what to say. They obviously didn't speak the Kuban language, so that made "communicating" much more difficult. "Hello," he said after a few more moments of silence. The Makori man, large and muscular, said nothing. The colonel tried again, this time waving his right hand slowly. "Hello." When the Makori still said nothing, Mann thought about what he was going to say next. But before he could do anything, the native jumped off his horse, holding his spear in his hand. In between the two men was a patch of dirt, and the Makori walked up to the dirt and knelt down. Using the tip of his spear, he drew two crude figures in the dirt. One of the figures was considerably taller than the other, and the Makori tapped the smaller figure with his spear. Then the native drew what looked like a bow, then an arrow next to the bow, then what seemed to be a deer next to the arrow. At that moment, Mann understood. They had come looking for the boy and thought that these strangers had taken him. |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 8 2013, 06:14 AM Post #6 |
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"He wants the boy, the one we captured," Colonel Mann reported back to Ernost. The Makori was still out there, at the edge of the woods, waiting. "The boy? Well, let the boy go then," Ernost said smugly. "Let him go?" "Did you not hear me well? Yes, let him go, and send a few gifts with him. Perhaps a bit of our best food and a few mechanical trinkets." Slightly confused, Mann saluted, saying, "Yes sir." So the colonel returned to the Makori, the native boy with him, and a basket full of food and some harmless little trinkets to entertain the native. After showing the man how the trinkets worked and handing over the boy and gifts, he returned to the camp, shaking his head in disbelief. ... They had no more incidents with the local Makori after the boy had been returned, and many weeks later the ships finally returned. They had materials, supplies, troops, and more engineers and other civilians. Construction on the second base would begin immediately, and around 1,500 troops would be stationed there initially. They used smaller craft to transport the materials and men upstream, and they decided upon building it at a large bend in the river, a fair distance away from Camp Dmytro. They would call it Camp Makor, and extend patrol routes to a much larger area at both camps. In between the two camps was the planned site for the first civilian settlement in Makorland. |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 9 2013, 12:48 PM Post #7 |
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"Dmytro this is Makor Command, how copy?" "Copy loud and clear, Makor Command. Running full comms check..." "Commodore, Camp Makor's communications array has finally been completed," said Colonel Mann. "Indeed, that was quite a scare the last few weeks. We thought we'd have to bring in new equipment." The communications equipment at Camp Makor had experienced continued malfunction, and for weeks all of the mechanics were baffled. The equipment looked completely fine, after all, and nothing was initially found wrong with it. Finally, some lowly assistant found that some obscure plug in a hard-to-reach part of the machine was unplugged. Aside from that slight embarrassment, Camp Makor was fully functional in no time. A wide stretch of area was now being actively patrolled by Kubanizan troops, and the first civilian settlement was to begin construction soon. In the meantime, research of and communication with the native Makori was attempted, although the Makori proved difficult to find. It seemed as if their entire corner of Makorland was deserted, but Commodore Ernost knew it wasn't. He still held the belief that there was a native village somewhere nearby, and so he made its finding one of the top priorities of the most extensive patrols. Wilderness, Makorland "Alright, snack time," called out the patrol's commander. With many sighs of relief, the men dropped their bags on the ground, sat down, and pulled out their small patrol rations. They sat there happily munching away, staring at their surroundings, when one of them pointed at the sky just above the crest of a small hill. "Hey, what's that? Smoke?" Indeed it was, there was a small black pillar of smoke rising into the air, its origin appearing to be from behind the hill. "Alright, pack up guys, let's go check it out," the commander said. They all grabbed their gear and marched out behind their commander, heading towards the smoke. As they grew nearer to the crest of the hill, the commander ordered them to stay low. Eventually, they peeked their heads over to see... "By Hadar..." "Is that...?" "Corporal, mark these coordinates and make a call back to Camp Dmytro HQ. Tell them we've found a village." |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 10 2013, 10:26 AM Post #8 |
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Camp Dmytro "They what?" "One of our patrols reports that they've spotted a Makori village, Commodore." "Where?" The man lead Commodore Ernost over to a map pinned up against the wall. "Here," he said, pointing to a spot on the map. "That's close to the settlement site," Ernost said. "Indeed, sir." "Well, looks like they'll have to be dealt with," Ernost concluded, then thought for a few seconds. "Alright, here's what we're going to do..." Makori Village Lieutenant Colonel Verski peeked his head over the ridge line, the same one that the patrol first witnessed the village from. Yep, there it was. He wasn't sure how this village had managed to avoid detection, but it didn't look too large either. Looking back at his men, he waved his hand forward, signalling them to move up. Speaking into his radio, Verski asked, "Companies, sound off your status." "Company Alpha in position." "Company Beta in position." "Company Choma in position." "All companies, begin assault. And remember: we need at least some of them alive." Suddenly, bullets began flying into the village from all sides as the Kubanizans revealed their hiding places and shot into the Makori village. Near Lt. Colonel Verski, a machine gun team propped up their gun against the ridge and began opening fire. Anyone who tried to run was shot down and no women or children were spared if they ran. Eventually, Verski ordered all to cease fire. "Move in," came the order and the Kubanizans slowly walked into the village. Anyone who was found alive was tied up and thrown into the back of a large truck. They would be used as labor for the new civilian settlement, as well as for research. The village was looted of all usable supplies and then burned. A Makori village so close to their operations could not be tolerated. Plus, extra laborers was never harmful. |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 12 2013, 10:14 AM Post #9 |
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It was a warm day and the sun was getting low in the sky. The whole day Makori captives had been put to work building foundations, erecting walls, and more for the future civilian settlement of Dmytristo. All the while, Kubanizan guards watched over them with their weapons at hand, ready to gun down any who attempted to run. There was one such attempt, by some young, stubborn boy. Among the Makori villagers he was known as the fastest runner among them, won all the races, he did. Perhaps be thought he'd be able to outrun anything anyone tried to shoot at him. Maybe it was true with a bow, that he'd be able to run so fast no one would be able to get a solid aim on him. But with machine guns, it was a different story. After the boy collapsed, his back full of bullets, there were no more escape attempts. It wasn't long, of course, until other Makori tribes and villages learned of the attack. Maybe someone hid and escaped from the attack, or maybe someone tried to go to the village to find instead burning piles of wood and bodies. Several days after the assault on the village, the Kubanizans saw their second act of violence with the locals. It had been early in the morning at Camp Makor, and the night sentries were just about to switch shifts By the time the perimeter machine guns were manned, it was almost too late. Full auto machine gun fire was heard throughout the base and many horses went down, but a few got through. They jabbed their spears into whoever they ran into and fired arrows at the men as they rode through the base. By the time the Makori attack was repelled, they had lost five men with five more wounded. From then on, Commodore Ernost ordered that all men sleep with their rifles and at least one extra magazine at their bedsides in case of a surprise attack. Edited by Jamzor the Jaxxor, Jun 12 2013, 12:07 PM.
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 13 2013, 10:08 AM Post #10 |
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Camp Makor Whhhooooooooooooo! Sirens... sirens! The private leaped out of bed and grabbed the rifle leaning against the wall next to him. Popping in a clip and throwing his helmet on, he rushed outside the barracks with the other men, still in his undershirt and boxers. Machine gun fire could be heard coming from the outskirts of the camp, but by the time he got there it had stopped. "What the hell?" he yelled. "Makori raid. Didn't last long, though," someone answered. "Well lay̆no! I got outta bed for this?" The Makori raids on the Camps themselves had come almost to a halt, almost entirely for one reason: they couldn't even get close. The Kubanizan machine guns were too much for their primitive weapons. Arrows and spears were no match for Kubanizan bullets. In a conventional fight, they stood no chance. They had seen big metal boats come in and drop off big metal transport machines. These machines moved fast, carried many Kubanizans in them, and could shoot bullets and explosions. However, there were still some patrols that didn't come with vehicles, and these were the ones they targeted. They waited until the Kubanizan patrols came close to certain advantageous terrain, such as tall grass, brush, or trees where they could hide and ambush the Kubanizans when they got close. They did this often, but most times they were pushed back, but not without inflicting an injury or two. Once they managed to kill an entire patrol. It was a small one, but they took their guns and ammunition and brought it back to their elders. They had almost no idea how to use them properly and there were only a few, but they could learn. Meanwhile, for the Kubanizans things were going swell despite the Makori ambushes. They had recently found yet another Makori village hidden among the plains, and had dealt with this one the same way the other one was dealt with. It had been surrounded by Kubanizan troops and had been shot up. Any who attempted to flee were caught in the crossfire. After a minute or two of shooting, they moved in and rounded up all of the survivors and loaded them on big trucks which would carry them to the construction site. They needed the workers, otherwise they would have simply slaughtered them all. Map Update
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 14 2013, 12:24 PM Post #11 |
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As the Makori laborers were being loaded onto the trucks to be driven off to a holding area until they were needed for the next construction project, Commodore Ernost couldn't help but feel a sense of achievement as he looked over the completed settlement. There were enough homes in the soon-to-be Dmytristo to house thousands of settlers and their families. Dmytristo was the beginning of a new era in Makorland. Turning it from savagery to civilization. Hopefully the locals would eventually learn to adapt to the Kubanizan way of life. If not, there was always a need for new workers. The next several shipments of supplies that arrived from Kubaniza would be carrying dozens - no - hundreds of new families to occupy Dmytristo. They had already shipped over the utility workers and local officials needed to properly run a town ahead of time. They needn't worry about not having enough volunteers, for back home the government had been running a recruitment campaign. They had gathered together a score of hopeful families ready to brave the "frontier." They had mostly recruited out-of-luck folks and those wishing for a new start. Low-level criminals and their families were also allowed to resettle in Makorland. Within a couple of months Dmytristo had been almost fully occupied with new families. Many set up farms outside of the town, ready to feed the inhabitants and send the rest back to Kubaniza come next harvesting season. Makori raiders had all but been completely pushed out of the area around Dmytristo by frequent and well-equipped Kubanizan patrols, and plans for a third military base, one more inland, were already in place. |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 19 2013, 02:07 PM Post #12 |
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The settlement at Dmytristo was becoming a great success. The government's effective recruitment campaign had brought to Dmytristo people of all kinds of crafts and trades. The success of the settlement also acted as encouragement for further private investment in the operation. Once the settlement had reached a population of one thousand people, a third military base was built far more inland, away from the river, than the other two. The three bases would act as a sort of triangle of protection for Dmytristo. With the construction of this base, accompanied with the arrival of a thousand more Kubanizan troops, new problems arose. It seemed that the more south they went, the more Makori natives they ran into. Some among Commodore Ernost's military council thought it would be a good place to begin attempts to open communication with the Makori. They had begun to develop a rough understanding of the Makori language from captured natives, and it was finally decided to attempt to begin communication. The first few attempts failed as the Makori either ran away or hid from the Kubanizan translators. Eventually, however, they managed to find and surround a group of women who were cleaning things in a stream. They had to surround them to ensure they would not run away. The Kubanizan translator then began to attempt to calm them down by speaking in what he thought was fairly understandable Makori, but it took them a while to get the gist of what he was saying. After a bit, they let them go with a message to bring back to their village: the Kubanizans are friends, or what they thought was something along those lines. |
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| Lines | Jun 20 2013, 11:23 AM Post #13 |
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Halvadag, Länlania Eight days after the first village was burned "What is this?" "We believe it's a village, Soren." Soren grimaced, narrowing his eyes to stare at the black among markings in the center of the image. He slide it aside, to view the one beneath. It was the same area, but with the charred remains of the village replaced by brown and golds--the roofs of the buildings before they were burned. He slid the black one back, before Justin passed him a tablet. It was zoomed into the Kubanizan military facilities, and the growing town. "Who are they?" he questioned, setting both aside and reaching for his tea. The Bonde Family Seal--the symbol of the Länlanian Commonwealth--was floating silently from edge to edge on the television screen across the room. It was a silent afternoon, the palace was as quite every. Bastian and Dominick were with their tutors, unable to disturb the palace grounds. "The Kubanizans," Justin answered. He sighed, turning around to face Soren from behind the sofa. "They landed in 'Makorland', as their papers call it, a few months ago. They probably burned these as they were too close to their settlements..." "Or the other way around," Soren returned. "I don't believe the Kubanizans are liable to agree with you." Soren smiled, shaking his head. "Indeed.... What's the region like?" Even as he asked, he grabbed the tablet, zooming the satellite view out. "Flatlands; plains, with hints of forest in the east, from the mountains across the river." His king nodded, studying the map. "The Deltorians are to the south, correct?" "Yes." "Seems the Iron nations are on the move. Lydaria is across the mountain range... Southerland to the south, the Aguiannaese are crossing the mountains.... It seems northern Southerland is being partitioned." "Between unfriendly forces." "Aye, between 'unfriendlies'. Northern Southerland isn't of immediate strategic value, is it? I believe that General had said pursuits there are trivial. Resources are scare, it's holds little influence over the Landaran. Quite frankly, I'm surprised the Deltorians and Kubanizans choose to land there." "Indeed," Justin sighed. He reached over the sofa, attempting to snag a cookie from the coffee table. Soren passed him the basket, before setting it down and grabbing his own. "Unfortunately, these violent acts are liable to catch them unsavory attention from other states... some quite more trigger happy." "The Trilaterals?" "Potentially. I'm more worried about our allies in Pacium, however. You're aware of their history with barbarity and fascism, aren't you? They'll be abhorred by this violence towards an ethic race, and are liable to demand action on our part." Soren's blood drained, leaving his face a ghostly white. Action... "Fuck." |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 21 2013, 07:13 AM Post #14 |
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Bukanya, Kubaniza "What's this?" Dmytro asked. "It's a foreign newspaper," said Lord Tykhin Fedorovych, "It talks about so-called atrocities committed by our forces in Makorland. "Has there been any other protest?" "A few foreign government officials have mentioned it. We can expect it to gain more momentum unless we do something." The Hetman thought a moment. "Alright, withdraw Commodore Ernost and replace him with an Army commander. Put him on trial for the so-called atrocities and prepare a place of exile for him, perhaps on one of the islands." "Yes, my hetman." Commodore Ernost was called back from his command in Makorland and replaced with General Ivan as the commanding officer of Kubanizan forces in Makorland. His trial was held in the highest court in Kubaniza and it was swift. He was charged with genocide and exiled for life in prison to a small facility on Gustov island. On the outside the high-security facility looked like one of the most menacing prisons one had ever seen, but on the inside it was quite a comfortable place to spend the rest of one's days. Meanwhile, General Ivan was instructed to continue and expand the translation program Commodore Ernost had begun and to establish friendly relations with the native Makori. The captives were released and given a personal apology from General Ivan, food, clothing, and transportation to several other Makori villages. All of the blame was put on Commodore Ernost. An official letter was released by the Kubanizan government which declared that all decisions were made locally by the Commodore and were not approved by the Kubanizan government. |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 25 2013, 12:49 PM Post #15 |
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The "good relations" program with the native Makori was moving along smoothly. Kubanizan linguists in Makorland had already published a "guide" to understanding the Makori language, and several people were recruited to learn the language and become translators for future encounters. Trade between the two cultures was ripe, although many Makori were still suspicious about the foreigners. In some cases, groups of settlers and Makoris came to such good feelings, that some civilian settlers began trying to teach the natives how to use Kubanizan technology, even guns. It was hoped that the Makori would eventually adapt to the Kubanizan lifestyle, but even so the Kubanizans were ready for increased hostility as more and more soldiers were moved to Makorland. Many months after the Kubanizans first landed, over five thousand soldiers were spread between five military bases, responsible for protecting over twenty thousand civilian settlers, most of which were located in the settlement of Dmytristo, but several smaller Kubanizan villages were founded outside the city. The colony's agricultural section was booming thanks to the region's very fertile soil, but exploratory missions into the Fiko Gulf showed signs of oil deposits in the Gulf. Meanwhile, planners began planning a new city, one on the coast. This one was intended to become the capital of the colony with all of the appropriate buildings and facilities (like a capital building, large communications building, etc.) pre-planned and built. After extensive research of possible locations, they finally chose their spot. It was far enough away from any native settlements to not issue and had a relatively flat topography, making construction easier. |
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