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| Entering the Stage; Kubanizan Colonization of IR38 | |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jun 28 2013, 11:46 AM Post #16 |
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"Boy! You got those fields seeded yet?" the farmer yelled over to his son, who was driving a tractor. "Yessir!" "Good work, boy. Now-" the farmer was cut short at the sight of some horsemen appearing on the horizon past his farm. "Get inside, son... Go, hurry along!" The farmer rushed the rest of his family inside of their small country cabin, while he himself peeked through one of the windows - hunting rifle in hand. He could see a group of Makori horsemen riding into his farm, most were armed with hunting rifles much like his own and some had torches in their hands. He suddenly realized their intention, and he wasn't about to let them do it. Taking aim through the window with his rifle, he let loose a bullet into one of the horsemen, knocking him out of the saddle. The rest began galloping around the cabin firing inaccurate shots from their horses while the farmer struggled to hit them as they galloped past. The Makori horsemen started throwing their torches onto the cabin, then rode out. The farmer could smell the smoke, but waited for the raiders to leave, then hurried his family out. A couple of hours later, a few Kubanizan army jeeps then pulled up and after asking a few questions, one of the officers said, "We'll get some engineers and firemen out here to help you out with the cabin. I have to report back to my commander." Camp Dmytro, Makorland "We have been receiving more and more reports of Makori attacks along the frontier," General Ivan said to his military council. "We've already begun to divert troops to the most troubled areas." "If we do that then they'll just move their areas of attack." "We should go after their villages. Wipe out their homes." "We don't want another Ernost situation." After listening to his officers argue, Ivan finally spoke up. "Alright, here's what we'll do. We'll send out scouts and helicopters to locate their villages. Then we'll surround and capture the village populations one by one, and then relocate them to reservation areas. I've already began the process of building large fenced off areas, and the first one should be finished within the next few days. There are a few basic buildings inside of these reservations where they can stay until they've built themselves a new village inside of the fenced off area. The trouble making villages will be relocated here, the ones that are cooperating can stay free." The general looked to one of his assistants. "You, I want you to write up a press release of our actions so that no one is surprised. Put much emphasis on the fact that we are targeting villages that send out raiders and that we are using completely humane treatment. Food and tools will be provided along with some construction material." |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jul 3 2013, 04:16 AM Post #17 |
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There's nothing a drone strike won't fix.
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"There ya go, move on in," the soldier said. His unit had been assigned to be part of a larger escort of groups of Makoris as they were transported to the new reservations. The large fenced off areas would be watched by guard posts every now and then with a military base nearby to send assistance if any was needed. This last group was the last batch of natives for this reservation, which was the second one being filled. Raids still went on, however, though less often and more far between than before. Farmers were less stressed over the safety of their families and farms and rural areas generally seemed to be improving. Immigration to new villages farther away from the main settlements near the coast steadily increased and it seemed that the potential for new inland cities to be formed increased everyday. The farms were prospering and coastal settlements were bustling. All kinds of crops were already being harvested and exported back to Kubaniza and from there, across the world. Kubanizan agricultural exports increased significantly. This surge in economic activity prompted the government to give the green light to start on an air base in central Makorland and many different companies were being talked with about building a commercial airport as well. Things seemed to be going well, but there was still the issue of the natives. Although most had stopped sending out raiders (with the exception of the frontier villages), adapting the the Kubanizan way of life was a rocky and uneven road. Some villages had built Kubanizan-style building, while some individuals had even gone so far as to move to the Kubanizan cities. Most villages, however, kept many of their traditional ways. Including their buildings and techniques. Firearms and some tools were widely used by the natives, though, even those who kept mostly traditional. |
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jul 4 2013, 06:38 AM Post #18 |
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General Ivan held his breath as the chieftain looked over the document while a native translator read through its contents in the Makori language. Once he had finished reading it, the chieftain took a moment to think before taking a pen and putting his mark at the bottom of the treaty. Finally, Ivan thought. The general had spent the last couple of weeks negotiating with certain tribes about relocation to large "Makori territories", the largest of these located in the northeast of Makorland and southern Makorland. Most of the larger Makori tribes had been talked into moving into the allotted Makori territories. The tribes that had not agreed were small and far between, while the most hostile ones had been forcibly relocated to guarded reservations within the larger Makori territories. Ivan knew that the Kubanizans' shows of strength in the past and their superior numbers and firepower hadn't hurt negotiations. In fact, they were probably the largest reason that any agreed to move voluntarily at all. Meanwhile on the Kubanizan side of things, the airbase was moving along just fine. The airstrip itself had been mostly completed and all that was left was to finish up a few buildings such as hangars and control tower. Farther inland, the town of Makotristo was becoming a center for agricultural production as many of the farms in the area went to Makotristo to sell and ship their products. A highway system had been almost completed in Makorland, running from Makotristo and Amresky to Dmytristo and from Dmytristo to Vestov (the provincial capital), as well as a smaller highway from Khubisto to Vestov. These roads allowed for trade and transportation to be carried out much more easily between the major cities, and for products to reach the coast where they could be shipped abroad. Map
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| Jamzor the Jaxxor | Jul 5 2013, 05:24 AM Post #19 |
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"Get me the Hetman," General Ivan said to his assistant. After a moment of ringing, Ivan was handed the phone. "My hetman?" "Yes, general?" "I am calling you to inform you of the progress made in Makorland. We have built two airfields, several towns and cities, and the natives have been for the most part pacified. The farms are prospering and agricultural exports from our nation are increasing greatly. I believe we are ready." "Ready for what, exactly?" "Ready to be officially recognized as a province of the Hetmanate. Our population, even without the natives, is significant enough to be considered a full-blown province and our infrastructure is adequate for such a level." "Yes, I have been following your progress carefully and the decision has been thought over a great deal. I do believe you are right General. I will immediately send through the order to begin the process of making Makorland into an official province of our great nation." After a pause, the Hetman said, "Good job, General." |
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