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The Sutekh Conflict Erupts
Topic Started: May 15 2007, 01:30 AM (2,194 Views)
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My faithful brethren, I am deeply angered by the horrible news I have received. During the night or the vile Sutekh infidels brutally assassinated many of our highly ranking generals including the noble General Zaim Nuh. This has only shown us once more that the pagans that we fight are no more than beasts, a pestilence that should be purged from the earth. However, their treacherous tactics have left our armies leaderless and disorganized. I must order a full retreat of our armies in Sutekh lands to regroup in the Umma and provide a proper burial for the remains on our pious generals on holy ground. I am deeply saddened, brothers, by the loss of such men. But the mighty war elephant of the Qosh-Mahdi rise and fight once more. I will say it again to the ears of the faithful. The mighty war elephant of the Qosh-Mahdi shall fight once more!
Allahu Akbar!

-Al Qosh-Mahdi- Mohammad Numair
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Hispanic troops recieved their orders, quickly settling down into a single location, and the advance stopped. They were to wait for further orders, and only shoot at the enemy in self defense.

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Meanwhile, in the tiny Azores Republic, the Hispanic delegate, Jaime Estevan, arrived at the capital, and proceeded to a small office building, only two stories high. He was led in by an armed escort, who remained in the lobby as he proceeded to the second floor, a large conferance room.

Later that morning, a small jet from the Sutekh state touched down on a runway, and the delegate was escorted to the small, unimportant-looking building. All armed men were left in the lobby and the roof, to protect the two delegates within.
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The Sutekhites and allied Confederates continued with their flank assault of the Hispanic invaders, several platoons now within range of close fire combat. Both sides could see the whites of their eyes now as they exchanged shots. Mortar fire and missiles continued their support from the rear lines.

It was some time, about two hours, that they noticed that the enemy advance had come to a complete halt. Unbeknowest to them that this was because of a neutral summit taking place in the Azores. Instead they believed it because of their flanking attack and morale was improved. More platoons crossed the sands to join the front lines that had closed in on the Hispanic flank.

Further to the southwest, a greater moment of morale was realized as Typhon Warriors and other covert assassins completed their decapitating strikes against the Qosh-Mahdi officers and disorganized their legions. The Qosh-Mahdi had gone into a full retreat from Sutekhite lands and towns, heading back towards the border. The time for the kill was now.

The 10,000 man force, infantry, tanks, and artillery all, marched after the retreating Qosh-Mahdi. They would whip the whimpering beasts from the rear, giving further lesson that Sutekh-Te-Ankh was not to be trifled with. The Qosh-Mahdi insolence would be punished.

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The Sutekhite delegate glanced around the conference room with a dry expression. His brown skin and red, curly hair made for an interesting appearance, but many Sutekhites had the same red hair... a gift, they said, from their god Sutekh who was also known to have red hair.

His dark eyes finally settled on the Hispanic delegate, seemingly sizing him up. "I am called Surak Girazed," he stated. "My Pharaoh sends me here on his behalf, and I speak for him as he speaks for Sutekh-Te-Ankh. You state that you offer a cease of hostilities. I wish to listen to more that you have to offer."
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As the war was taking a different turn in the North, the south remained unchanged. Ramatan was nothing short of a war zone as buildings looked more like ancient ruins than livable structures. There were little to no natives left int he city as those who dared to stay and live it out, quickly left as the battle only intensified with each passing hour.

The Zeelaran troops had a great resistance to backing down from their invasion attempts into the city. However the Sutekhite and Confederates troops refuses the enemy every street they dared to take. Sergeant Thompson and his squad of men were scouting a remote section of the city that had early on seen action, but now laid mostly vacant as fighting took a turn in the other direction.

They had gotten mixed reports of enemy movement back in the area and were ordered out to investigate. They were greatly disappointed when nothing came up after about an hour of searching.

"Hey Serg," said Corporal William Higgins (aka Wild Willy) "I really don't think we're gonna find no stinkin negros out here. I say we double back to the relay line and take on new orders."

"Sorry Willy but orders are orders, and we haven't seen all the area just yet." said Thompson, "beside I figured you'd like the breathing time."

"Ah hell Serg, you know me. I'd rather be on the front lines killin as many negros as I got bullets."

The men began to chuckle an bit at the tone Willy was setting between them. They hiked on another couple of blocks, still no sign of the enemy. Eventually they came to a small cafe that sat on a corner block and decided to dunk in for a quick rest. As they came inside it was no secret that the place had already been ram sacked, most likely by enemy forces. However, a quickly sweep of the perimeter reveal that whoever was there, wasn't anymore. So after posting a man as lookout, the rest including the Serg and Wild Willy took to the back store room where they helped themselves to whatever food they could find and because to talk casually between themselves.

"I tell you what," said Private Hayes (aka Rookie) "I can't wait til this war is over and I can return back home. I've got a sweetheart waiting for me back home in Georgia, and well lets just say when I get back we'll be busy."

"shoot" said Willy "Hell I'm just looking forward to taking a little leave time. I'll prolly go check out their capital, see what's happenin in their red-light district if they got one"

"You mean you'd actually sleep with a negro" said Private Hayes in complete astonishment.

"Hell I didn't say I was going to vote the gal President Rookie" said Willy "I just said I'd have a little fun with her, not like she's any better than a white whore. Besides the way I figure, that's about all they're really good for, aside from workin um in the fields to make me some money."

The men began to laugh.

"Besides you ever tried one?" asked Willy to which Rookie shook his head no. "A shame really, I know it's illegal back home and all but I tried it once and it's actually not that bad. I figure ever many should try it at least once, and hell we're marines, we can do whatever we want outside the country as long as we fight our hardest once we're called to duty."


"Well hell Willy, if it ain't that bad, maybe I'll come with you and try it out" said Rookie.

The two of them laughed and the other men joined in.

"Just remember to clean off good Rookie" said Willy "don't want any of that filth staining you, ya known"

The men continued to laugh and joke about what they were looking forward to when the war ended for about 30 mins. Eventually Serg gave the order to move out and they went back on patrol. They would spend the next two hours in the sector before finally returning to the relay point for new orders, after finding nothing of the enemy in the area.
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The northern battle was a stalemate. The enemy could not advance, and now, even if they wanted to, neither could the Hispanics. The window of oppurtunity had been lost, and for better or worse, the Hispanic delegation would be forced to negotiate a cease-fire, to further save human lives.

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Meanwhile, back in the Azores Republic, the two delegates had finished their meal and now began to speak of business.

"Mr. Girazed, it is of utmost importance that the war ends. As it stands, neither side is making many advances, and as you combat the southern and eastern fronts, we feel it would be in your best interest to call a truce with the Hispanic force, and simply discontinue hostilities. No conditions, just a ceasefire, and an end to the conflict for both sides. We respect the strong warriors of the Sutekh people, and operating in unity would be beneficial to us both. We got involved soley to aid our allies in Zeelar, and their government has been unresponsive lately. We no longer desire to be embroiled in the African war."
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"Indeed we have noticed the conviction of the Zeelaran people," Surak replied to the Hispanic delegate. "They attack us unjustly as we merely obey our government and religious laws, and then they fail to support their own troops and allies. Already as we speak, combined Sutekhite and Seceded South forces are pushing the Zeelarans from our southern borders while their supply lines curiously grow more infrequent and their allies, namely you, are effectively forced to fight by themselves.

"So yes, it is in best interest for both Sutekh-Te-Ankh and Hispania to agree upon a cease fire." He clasps his hands in front of him. "No conditions, then. Simply an end to the wanton destruction wreaked by both ends of the conflict. This Sutekh-Te-Ankh will agree to."
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"Then we are in agreement, and all hostilities will cease. The Hispanic force will turn away from Sutekh lands. May this peace last an eternity."
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"Very well," Surak answered with a smile. "Sutekh-Te-Ankh will hold Hispania to its word." He gave a short, respectful bow of his head showing the sincerity of his nation. Hours later, the agreement of cease fire would reach the Sutekhite soldiers fighting the Hispanics in the north. It was complied to.
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The Qosh-Mahdi called the plan War Elephant a simple maneuver that he had planned with his generals and the leaders of his militia for months before the invasion. It was classic encirclement maneuver adapted from the military genius of the greatest North African general of all time: Hannibal the Great. When asked if it was right for the savior of the universe to adopt his battle strategy from an ancient pagan tactician, the Qosh-Mahdi laughed and said that if Hannibal had been born after the time of Mohammad, he would have crushed Charles Martel and his Christian rabble at Tours and taken the rest of Europe for Allah. The plan was simple. Draw the enemy in and encircle him- isolate him and force him into a slow war of attrition, which the Qosh-Mahdi’s vast hordes would eventually ware down. Once the enemy was disorganized, waves of mujahadiin would pour through the gaps fragmenting the force until it was annihilated.

The Qosh-Mahdi did not expect his high command to be massacred. However, he soon saw how he could use the situation to his advantage. He ordered the retreat, but in his address repeated the code name for the plan. The remaining high command would understand the message and commence the plan. The leader of the Qosh-Mahdist forces in Sutekh lands was now lead by Abdul Ghafiqi, the son of one of the prominent phosphate sheiks of the Western Sahara. He had survived the assassination attempt when the Typhon warrior slipped down the marble steps leading to his mansion suite and broke his neck. He one of the few college graduates in the army. However, his degree was in business and he knew nothing about military tactics. The Qosh-Mahdi had not paid much attention to the quiet young man, but he seemed to have an intelligent mind and a good sense of leadership. Within a few days, Al Samh ibn Malik, commander of his Kharkatar battle tank taskforce, would arrive and take command of the army. However, Abdul Ghafiqi would have to pull off the complicated initial maneuvers himself.

Even while he was conducting his retreat, Abdul Ghafiqi was meeting with his commanders and formulating his plan in great detail. While his army moved back past the bulwarks of the positions they had erected to take the oil fields he stayed up late into the night preparing for the attack the only way he knew how. He wrote a massive outline on his laptop just as if he were studying for an exam, complete with graphs and maps . He prepared for every possible scenario, laying out a plan if he was killed, if they were flanked, if a massive air strike demolished their vanguard. He prepared for every nuance for upcoming offensive issued the orders to his commanders via couriers and waited out the half hour before the sun rose. The sun rose red, and he vomited in the sand.

The Sutekhs had hounded the Qosh-Mahdist rear throughout the first day of the retreat and through the night. However, during the darkness, their vanguard had become disorganized. As the sun peaked behind the dunes the Sutekhs found the Muslim regulars formed up for battle before them. Hundreds of fighters and choppers wracked the Sutekh front lines. The Muslims advanced embracing the Sutekhs in with a wide crescent shaped formation. Tens of thousands of militia assaulted the Stuekhs from all sides. The Sutekhs were disorganized, unprepared and vastly outnumbered. Abdul Ghafiqi sat back in his seat, shut down his laptop, took off his glasses and murmured a prayer.
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It had been an insidious trap. The Sutekhites found themselves surrounded by the Qosh-Mahdist forces in a perfect crescent formation. Nevertheless, these beasts from the west had shown themselves to be incompetent in the ways of warfare, and the Sutekhites began forming a defensive wedge. The disorganization from the surprise assault had only been momentary and the ranks had regrouped quickly.

Colonel Hizrakht sweated profusely as he sat in the center of wedged lines in his personal jeep. He was unsure if his forces could directly engage this outnumbering army, but he reminded himself of how much more skilled his warriors were in combat. Back toward the east, they had uncovered mines these invaders had planted incorrectly. He remembered the poorly trained maneuvers the Qosh-Mahdists had used against their scout parties.

The people of Al-Umma were very wasteful, he had determined. His men still stood a margin of a chance to defeat these people. Besides, if the going got tough, he could always call in an emergency air strike.

Gunfire was exchanged on both his sides as his soldiers grounded themselves into their positions against their enemy. Tanks and artillery blasted the crescent shaped formation that surrounded them. While outnumbered, the Sutekhites had better aim than these feeble creatures that fought them. Nevertheless, many lives would be lost in this battle.
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The northern desert was strangly silent. Neither side spoke, neither side fired. The Hispanic soldiers turned around, heading back towards the Sea, walking away from the pagan warriors, who had more than proven their worth in battle. It was a loss, technically, but victory had been inivetable, should the war have continued, and Hispania adopted a total war policy. So, in the eyes of the Hispanic people, it was a stalemate. A tie in which 40,000 Hispanic troops lost their lives to accomplish nothing but paint the sand a different color.

The Socialists were discredited widely, the approval ratings had plummetted to 39%. Their dominance had been brought to and end, no longer would people accept them as the dominant party without question. Two members had even resigned, turning their one seat majority into a minority. A coalition had been necessary to keep an election from occurring.

Manolo Morales had flown to the Exarchate-Sutekh border, and greeted the war-weary troops as they returned home. Here he was popular, he had demonstrated Hispanic might, and brought them home before their death. If anyone backed him, it was the troops. He did not want to return home.

The last soldier crossed the border, as the sun set in the north african desert. No one said it would be easy, and yet no one said it would be so hard. They had been surprised in the desert, and this was a lesson not soon forgotten.

In the meantime however, the Hispanic force had produced able commanders, whose experienced command would be needed in the near future.
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In the meantime however, the Hispanic force had produced able commanders, whose experienced command would be needed in the near future.

OOC: Hmm, intriguing...I will be watching this closely! Look forward to seeing how this plays out.
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“ALLAHU AKBAAAAAR!” screamed Abdul as he unleashed an RPG at a Sutekh light tank. Veins protruded form his neck and sweat forged trails through the filth of battle covering his face. The missile pierced the mortor-battered armor and the vehicle erupted in flame. His men roared with triumph many braking cover to advance. Sutekh soldiers hidden somewhere within the impenetrable fog of war ripped their bodies to shreds with waves of hot metal.

The Qosh-Mahdi was overjoyed. Abdul Ghafiqi had executed the crescent maneuver almost perfectly. The regular troops had regained their ground and inflicted heavy casualties. All that remained was to pray and wait for the outcome.

Outside the semi-stable crescent formation of the trained Qosh-Mahdist infantry the battlefield was chaos. The militia groups were savage and well supplied with mortors and RPGs. However, their attacks were completely uncoordinated and often resulted in heavy losses, but they were expendable. Their main purpose was to prevent the Sutekhs from being reinforced with food and ammunition. A few more days of isolation and the Sutekhs would begin to run low on supplies. By then Al Samh ibn Malik would arrive fragment the Sutekh force with his armored taskforces. Victory seemed at hand.
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The Sutekhites, outnumbered and surrounded, fought valiantly against the Qosh-Mahdist forces. Casualties were running high as men watched friends and brothers die at their side, but they would not be demoralized. Tanks continued to blast wide areas of the enemy forces, raining death upon the accursed Muslims. Nevertheless, many men in the Sutekhite army wondered if they would win.

Colonel Hizrakht swore a thousand times over allowing himself to walk into this trap. An information officer ran to his side and Hizrakht demanded a report from the field of battle. "Damn you, tell me how we fare!"

"Well Colonel... we're losing men by the tens... Sutekhite blood fills the sands," the officer replied, looking quite dismayed. "Morale is beginning to drop, but for now men are prepared to fight to the death."

"Damnit... tell me some good news," interjected the Colonel.

"Good news sir?" the officer stammered. "Oh right... despite their numbers, the Qosh-Mahdist forces are shooting more dirt and sand than flesh. Their attacks are heavily uncoordinated and sloppy. They're suffering far more casualties than we are."

"That's all I needed to hear then," Colonel Hizrakht said with a smile. "Send in a call for an air strike. I will not sit here and let anymore of my men die needlessly...."

"Yes sir...."

And thus the Sutekhite army continued to fight while hundreds of miles away, jets were being fueled and ready. While all seemed hopeless in the beginning, the tables would soon turn on Al-Umma.
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Abdul Ghafiqi, the newly appointed general of Qosh-Mahdist forces in Sutekh-Te-Ankh, leaned back in his office chair- the two front wheels hovering above the ground precariously. There was nothing left for him to do. His men had their orders: they were to slowly constrict the enemy- tighten the noose around their necks until they became routed and disorganized. He had only a vague idea of what was actually happening on the battlefield. The regular troops kept him posted on their movements and positions and tried to estimate their casualties, but he had absolutely no idea what the militia was up to. He didn’t even know how many had actually joined the battle since many had ignored orders and rode off to pillage and plunder rich Sutekh estates. He sighed in frustration. It was a fatal mistake to trust the fate of an invasion in a ragtag horde of shepherds. In a couple days General Al Samh ibn Malik would arrive with his tank corps and 5,000 additional regular troops and take command. Abdul could not wait until that day arrived.

The radio on Abdul Ghafiqi’s desk crackled. He leaned forward, plastic wheels hitting the marble with a sharp clack and picked up the picked up the receiver.

“Please repeat. Did not Copy Over.”

“…static… Asalam Wualikum General Ghafiqi! It is I, Musa of the Golea Mujahadiin! Are you able to hear my voice, General?”

Musa ibn Mohammad was an illiterate militia leader that commanded some two thousand farmers from the Golea area. Abdul had met him once at the planning sessions in the Qosh-Mahdi’s palace. Musa had helped himself to the Qosh-Mahdi’s cigars- stuffing them into his robe pockets until they bulged. Abdul shook his head.

“Yes, I can hear you.”

“Allah be praised! We have made the vile pagan’s pay dearly for the atrocities they have wrought on the faithful. We have destroyed two of their tanks and have killed many. It will not be long before we drive them into the dust and eradicate their evil race from the face of the earth! Surely the Day of Judgment is at hand!

“Yes! Yes! General Musa. Is all that you have to tell me?”

“Oh no General! I wanted to tell you that there are Sutekh planes coming towards you.”

“Sutekh planes! When did you sight them! Where were they positioned!”

“We saw them about twenty minutes ago. There were so many. I would have thought they were a large flock of birds if they did not travel so fast across the sky! But I talked with my emirs and we all agreed that the must be Sutekh planes and that we should inform you. I think they intend to fight your soldiers at the oil refineries.”

“But where…”

A massive explosion shook the marble mansion rattling tiles from the roof and showering Abdul with dust. It was followed by thousands of others wrakcing the lines of Qosh-Mahdist troops. Over and over the massive concusions rolled over the desert. The screams of men drowned out in their massive wakes. Still the blasts rained down like the irregular pulse of a giant’s heart. Abdul’s mansion took a direct hit, splintering the walls of Abdul’s chamber and showering him with rubble as he crouched under his desk with the radio frantically trying to connect to the Qosh-Mahdist airfield they had built in Umma territory. Finally he reached them.

“Bohdia Airfield Control Tower”

Abdul screamed into the receiver. “This is General Abdul Ghafiqi! Scramble all the jets you have! We are being bombarded!”

“Please repeat. Did not copy.”

“Scramble all the jets at airfield! Are you deaf! We’re being bombed!”

By the time General Ghafiqi’s order had been successfully relayed to the air force commanders and all the pilots had been found and briefed and all the fighter jets had been fully armed and fueled, the Sutekhs were well on their way home. The first aircraft engagement of the Qosh-Mahdist air force had ended without the loss of a single plane on both sides. However, the air strike had devastated the Qosh-Mahdist front lines. Thousands were dead and they were completely disordered. General Ghafiqi ordered the regular troops to pull back to regroup and then walked outside the pile of rubble that used to be his command post and sat down heavily in the dust. Then, the midst of the yells of commanders, the echo of gunfire and the screams of dying men, he rolled back into the sand and fell asleep.
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The aerial bombardment against the Qosh-Mahdist armies continued. They indescriminately laid waste to the enemy lines, realizing that most of the citizens had already either fled or been slaughtered by the pigs from Al-Umma. When the enemy jets flew in, the fighters took to the defensive positions, keeping them away from the Sutekhite bombers.

The ground forces took advantage of the much needed air support, concentrating their fire on the enemy positions. Artillery saw the deaths of many Qosh-Mahdist filth, the Sutekhite lines at first having been squeezed into a small area now finally spreading out in advance. Despite the odds, morale was finally being renewed.

Colonel Hizrakht sat in his jeep, just several miles behind the northern Sutekhite front lines. Above he could hear the thunder of passing jets, already gone from sight by the time you heard them. Silently he listened to brief chatter on the radio.

"...Qosh-Mahdist dogs falling back in the crevasse... eighth unit moving in pursuit..." reported one officer from the field.

Hizrakht simply smiled further in pride. The Sutekhite people would show the outside world that they could not be easily conquered.

Eventually over the radio, a strangely familiar voice filled the radio. "Colonel Hizrakht?"

The Colonel quickly grabbed the receiver. "Yes... this is him!"

"Good to hear your voice... this is General Sutikhar. The northern battle has been won. We're here to aid you. We've brought the Confederates with us as well. Remember to keep some of these heathens alive... the Seceded South is to receive prisoners of war as slaves."

So it came, the soldiers that had fought Hispania in the north were now coming to retake the oil fields. The extra man power of a thousand fold would be sorely needed after the losses that Colonel Hizrakht's men had suffered.
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General Al Samh ibn Malik, of the Qosh-Mahdi’s Kharkadar Tank Corps rode into Qosh-Mahdist lines atop a massive Abram’s tank, wild black hair trailing behind him in the desert wind. He was dressed in the black robes of the Mukhtar sect with ornate Arabic script red and green, the colors of the Qosh-Mahdi, embroidered across his cloak. Over his back in a black sheath he carried a massive curved scimitar- the blade intricately inlaid in silver with the words: Friend of the Faithful- Slayer of the Wicked. It was an ancient sword, centuries old, passed down to the oldest son of the family for generations. According to legend, the sword first owner was none other than the original Al Samh who was a Moorish general defeated at the Battle of Tours by Charles Martel in the 6th century. And since that time the title of Al Samh, and its devotion to a life of warfare and eventual martyrdom, had been passed down through the family along with the sword. General Al Samh’s true name was Ata- but when he had accepted the sword he had forsaken his peaceful name and took of the name of the warrior Al Samh who fought valiantly to vanquish the infidels. And when he was martyred for the cause Allah, as had every Al Samh since the first, his son Ali would become Al Samh ibn Ata.

The Abrams tank halted at the bombed remains of command post. Out of the rubble came hundreds of ragtag bleary-eyed soldiers yelling with joy at the top of their lungs and firing their AK-47s into the air. They rushed the tank with uplifted hands, desperately trying to touch the Samh’s robe. Hundreds more began to rush to the scene as the columns of tanks began to arrive each carrying dozens of soldiers upon their turrets. Hundreds of desperate hand dragged the new troops bodily from their perches and kissed them upon each cheek in joy. Al Samh surveyed the carnage with a bright hawk eye. He had never seen such devastation. Thousands of dead and wounded lay piled up in makeshift hospitals in hastily dug trenches. Blood lay scattered liberally on the sand and rubble as if there had been a light shower of red rain. Amid the rubble sitting in a tattered office chair, cradling a beaten and sandblasted radio receiver was General Ghafiqi. Al Samh dismounted from the tank into the tumultuous mass of groping hands and tear stained faces and made his way slowly to Ghafiqi.

“General, I have brought you reinforcements. 5,000 regular troops and over a hundred battle tanks.”

Ghafiqi did not rise or answer. He just sat, cradling the radio and staring into space.

“The mighty Qosh-Mahdi commends you for your heroic deeds and has requested for you to return to Al Auin for your reward. However, if you desire to maintain command of a force under my command I would be greatly honored to have you serve with me.”

Ghafiqi turned slowly to face Al Samh.

“I’ve had enough.” He said. He handed Al Samh the radio, rose out of the dust and walked away.
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The Qosh-Mahdist belligerence was becoming laughable now. With constant air strikes and reinforcements numbering in the hundreds of thousands, it was a sign that Sutekh-Te-Ankh was growing impatient with these petty Muslims. What had started with Al-Umma's forces having Sutekh-Te-Ankh's surrounded had now reversed itself.

With Sutekh-Te-Ankh pounding from inside the crescent and outside as well, the situation was growing hopeless for their enemy. Bombs from the sky, bombs from ground, tactical raids, all from a much more organized force. It might as well had been a slaughter. The combat was steadfastly becoming one sided.

Colonel Hizrakht couldn't help but sing a happy little tune to himself. The enemy that plagued their oil fields was losing face and his force had been completely bolstered by Sutikhar's men. It was going well today.
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To say the Qosh-Mahdi’s brilliant plan had failed would be a drastic understatement. Thousands were dead. Lines were shattered. Equipment and stores were blown to smithereens. The air base at Bohdia had been bombed so many times that it now looked like a charcoal black crater in the middle of the desert. It was a complete and utter disaster. Now with the arrival of Sutekh and Confederate forces numbering in the hundreds of thousands, the situation had escalated to present even more dire possibility of an invasion into Qosh-Mahdist lands.

We were such fools Al Sahm thought as he surveyed the shell-shocked remnants of the Qosh-Mahdi’s invasion army. We should have withdrawn from this absurd war with our Allies. To remain like this was suicide. But to withdraw in the face of pagan troops was something Al Sahm knew the Qosh-Mahdi could never do. He was Allah incarnate. How could he be defeated?

Al Samh’s task now was to salvage what he could of the Qosh-Mahdi’s invasion force and flee back to the Eastern Provinces of the Umma and prepare for possible invasion. What he needed now was temporary relief from the hounding Sutekh forces so could organize the remnants of Ghafiqi’s tattered infantry and retreat across the border to the Umma. He organized his battle-tanks into a dozen small taskforces which punched through the Sutekh advanced guard and circled behind and assaulted their enemeis’ rear forcing them to briefly reorganize themselves to face this new threat. Meanwhile, with all do haste, Al Sahm organized what troops he could and fled towards the Sutekh border. The battle-tank groups deftly retraced their steps and broke assaulted the point in the line they had initially attacked. For once, luck was on the side of the Qosh-Mahdists. The well trained battle-tanks broke through the recovering Sutekhs with minimal casualties and bolted for the border.
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My humble citizens, Sutekh-Te-Ankh has been done heavily wrong. As you know, nations from across the world attempted an assault against our lands. We fought them valiantly with only the Confederates of the Seceded South to aid us. Eventually we broke their morale and their backs, sending them back to whence they came. They gave up and offered us peace instead, recognizing the furious power of Sutekh's chosen people.

All except one. A belligerent nation of heathens to the west known as Al-Umma remained, attempting to gain control of our oil fields. They defiled our lands with their filth and desecrated our holy relics. They disfigured images of Sutekh himself, all in the name of GREED. Ergo, I have come to decide that this Qosh-Mahdi and his people are too much of an enemy to be ignored after this great conflict. We will see his land laid to waste and his palaces torn down. The injustice Al-Umma brought upon us will not go unavenged.

Sutekh-Te-Ankh hopes that its Confederate friends will continue to support us in this great war. Too many of their own men have faced the injustice on the sands of Sahara and died. Our vengeance will be their vengeance.

- Pharaoh Sutekhahotep XXXII
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General Morgan and his second in command LG Woods were now stationed in the Sutekh capital and had been for several days. The same went for most of the soldiers under their command. With the invasion at an end, the soldier took what pleasures they could from the capital, most however were ready to either fight further or leave and return home.

The General and his Lieutenant had received word from back home that Bermuda was under attack, supposedly because of their involvement in Africa. However, as the government continued to deny their involvement, the General nor any of his men could feel responsible for what was going on there.

Still, they had hoped to score more from the war than what they had, especially given the actions taken by their enemy. On record the Confederates had only taken about 200 enemy soldier's prisoner, with the Sutekhites promising the hand over only 50 more from their own encounters. The sad thing was most if not all the invading armies were destroyed, their soldier's laid dead out in the endless deserts of Africa.


When in contact with his superiors back home, the General had asked what his next move should be. The Pharaoh's call to arms against Al Umma for their involvement in the war, was almost completely directed to the Confederates. To refuse such a request would not be wise in the current situation. The fact was the Confederacy wanted, needed more slaves to balance out their own supply. If the Sutekhites were going to invade Al Umma, it could be the Confederates only chance in taping a good source of Africans.

With that in mind the Confederate superiors back home gave the General fully authority to do what he believed would be in the best interest of the Confederacy. Naturally the General saw only once choice in this situation and that was to help the Sutekhites in their invasion plans and take all the "human resources" they could in the process.

Thus, after a quick military jeep ride through the city streets of the capital, the General and his Lieutenant found themselves at the military headquarters of the Sutekhite army.

"I am General Morgan of the Confederate forces" said the General as he gave the soldiers at the door a salute. "I am here to discuss further joint military strikes..."
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"Go right on in," stated a soldier flatly.

After stepping into the building, further inquiries in the front office would lead General Morgan to General Jakha Tarukh, commander of the Sutekhite Army. Great totems and idols honoring various pagan gods, most notably Sutekh himself, adorned the General's private office. Jakha himself was a large, dark bronze-skinned man with bright, red, curly hair. Underneath his uniform, the bulges of his muscles could be clearly made out.

"Welcome, General Morgan," boomed the man in greeting. "I gather that you are here to discuss the Pharaoh's announcement to invade Al Umma in retaliation for what they did to our lands."
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"Precisely General Tarukh" said Morgan in a deep southern accent as he and Woods took the seats offered by General Tarukh. Morgan by comparison was a average sized but physically fit and slightly tanned individual. His jet black hair had several streaks of gray as well as did his goatee all of which told of John Morgan's real age. Morgan's lieutenant General Davis Woods was a similarly built man but was fairly younger than his commanding officer and had alburn colored hair and a cleanly shave face.

"As our agreement with your nation reads" said Morgan as he held his officer's hat in his lap "technically our involvement ends here and now. We only offered to help in the defense of your nation and now that your borders are once again secure we have every right to be on our way. However, as it stands the spoils of our involvement are meager at best.

The Confederacy will need more human resources than the few hundreds this war alone has presented us. Therefore I have be given full authority to command the South Carolina army, which still has over 3 hundred thousand soldiers still waiting on stand-by at our beachhead, in your endeavor to invade Al-Umma."

A small instant of silence fell over the room as the General looked over to woods who then present General Tarukh with a map of Africa, with several areas of the Al-Umma border highlighted.

"I have taken it upon myself to devise a plan for our involvement in this war and would like to run the idea by you. As you know, since the straits of Gibraltar were closed to us during the invasion attempt we had to create our own beachhead just North of Zingal in the uninhabited area of Africa. What my plan calls for is marching my army back to my fleet, The Memphis Fleet, where we will load up and spearhead our way North to Al-Umma's shores and attack without mercy until we can establish a beachhead. All the while we will have your armies attack from the east, along your border with them. This will force them to break their army and try to fight a war on two fronts.

Now along with the bombardment our naval force can enact as well as aerial bombardment I see no reason why our two armies can't squeeze the enemy into defeat...."
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General Tarukh leaned over to take a look at the map the men had offered. A quick scan could tell him enough about the cunning vice strategy being discussed. It would be like burning a candle from both ends... it could not fail.

"Clever tactics, General," replied the large officer, a deep smile cutting across his lips. "So it shall be. We will crush the nation of Al Umma from both ends. As agreed, all prisoners of war will be provided as payment to your country for this joint action. There are more than enough people in that hellhole to the west to satisfy the Confederacy's needs."

He stood up to shake General Morgan's hand. "May we triumph once again over our enemy."
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Pleased that his idea was a hit with the General, Morgan gladly accepted the man's hand and the two shook, both with a firm grip. "Victory is certainly assured to us" said Morgan as he and brooks saluted the General.

"We shall begin our march back to the sea at once." Said the General as he made his way out of the General's office. Within an hour the five hundred-thousand plus men began their march back to the beach head. Tanks and all made a long file through the desert. It took a days travel through the hot African weather but the men finally made it to the beach head where General Morgan briefed his men on the situation and then sent them all to rest.

The next day all their supplies and equipment was then reloaded onto their ships and the massive Confederate fleet shipped off for the North, for the enemy.

OOC: I will not continue this in the other thread, just ending things in this one.
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