| This forum is used with the NationStates web-game designed and run by Max Barry. While not officially affiliated, this serves as the regional forum for the regions: Middle East, African Continent, American Continent, Asian Continent, and European Continent. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and can "read only". In order to get the most out of these forums, please become a member and read this guide - http://z3.invisionfree.com/nationstates/index.php?showtopic=3060 If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Itaqullah; HAHAHA SANDBOX THREAD | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Oct 8 2008, 08:06 PM (450 Views) | |
| A.Q. | Oct 8 2008, 08:06 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Beautiful Snowflake
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
OOC: Spinoff of THE GOLDEN HORN So, yeah. Character RP's are a weakness of mine, but I wanna fix this, so here I am practicing. If you want to help me feel less stupid and throw another idea or character in the mix, be my guest. I'm gonna wait for Draxis's consent, approval, and a little bit more background before I screw up his plans any more, I feel like a dick for, well, taking his country for granted. Edited by A.Q., Oct 8 2008, 08:22 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| The CNNP | Oct 9 2008, 05:23 AM Post #2 |
|
Enforcer
|
OOC: I will pitch in when I can, what do you have in mind? |
![]() |
|
| A.Q. | Oct 9 2008, 05:27 AM Post #3 |
![]()
Beautiful Snowflake
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
OOC: I wanted to follow one of the leaders of the Mujahideen in his guerrilla war against the Dominion. |
![]() |
|
| Ulgania | Oct 9 2008, 11:56 AM Post #4 |
|
A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
|
OOC: I can definitely get involved too. Gimme a shout |
![]() |
|
| Draxis | Oct 27 2008, 03:50 AM Post #5 |
![]()
Captain
|
OOC: So, um... when is this going to start? I was kind of looking forward to it. |
![]() |
|
| A.Q. | Oct 27 2008, 05:30 PM Post #6 |
![]()
Beautiful Snowflake
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
OOC: Oops, I was waiting for your green light, so I guess I'll take that as it. IC: Dawn over Sennar breaks quickly and reasurringly -night time creating an artificial fear hovering through the stagnant air. It was this particular dawn that the Dominion decided to come take the village of Qardo. As the armored column ground through the hills, leaving a heavy scar in the worn-dirt paths, the men conversed naturally. These were hardened veterans of the Asian battlefields, and Sennar had started to fall quite easily under the irresistible might of Gassel. The tanks entered a wooded ravine shaded from the watchful eye of the sun, when they reached a large, felled pine blocking the road. Wary of booby traps, one man jumped from a truck to inspect the blockage. He saw a rough carving in the face of the log, and pulled out his flashlight to read: "Look out behind you." At that moment, dozens of guerrillas awaiting the shine of the soldiers light opened fire from the woods. Tracers buzzed like angry hornets, and the scream of RPGs shattered the calm of the approaching morning. The ill-fated scout took a sniper's round through his neck and lay bleeding in the dust. The Dominion tanks wheeled about instantly to return fire at the ambush, turrets wheeling, and squads of men leaped from trucks. A furious melee erupted. None of the Dominion troops, however, took the time to secure the opposite flank, the other face of the ravine, where more mujahideen crept up behind quietly. In an instant, They charged from cover, wielding bayonets and knives, utterly panicking the enemy. Suicide bombers disabled the tanks, and it was soon all over, Gassel's men surrendering before the organized resistance. Prisoners were bound and blindfolded, and were policed up the ravine, eventually finding themselves entering the stale draft of a cave. What seemed like hours more walking, and blindfolds were finally, roughly removed. A fierce looking Persian man stood before them, garbed in battle garb, grinning victoriously. The underground cell, for it was an obviously a cell, with tll packed-earth walls and a walkway above them where sentinels stood, was dimly lit, but the man's words rang out so that every new prisoner could hear. "Gentlemen, I am Reza Yazdani, I will be your host for an uncertain amount of time, so I hope you will all make yourselves comfortable. You will find we try to maintain all of the courtesies we can here, but for now, I will leave you to my associates." Yazdani strode confidently from the holding cell, and behind him swung a steel door. They were his 'guests' now. Posted Image |
![]() |
|
| A.Q. | Nov 24 2008, 01:44 AM Post #7 |
![]()
Beautiful Snowflake
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
General Yazdani retired to the spartan cot he allowed himself under the tent, exhausted for the trials of the war. The weeks had begun to run into months, and there was still no end in sight. The Dominion was a great beast, but no matter how many spears were jabbed into the cur's flank, it just wouldn't quit its chase. As he pulled the boots off his blistered feet, he took in his surroundings, inhaling... exhaling the dusty air... He was away from the mountain sanctuary now, in an old ghost town called Kar-Hadsht with 150 good men. The infidels had a major supply route nearby, and his men could bleed them well from here, and stay safe. The laughter of the troops and a crackling fire echoed through the empty buildings, no more civilians here to get hurt. "Sir?" Jakaya's muffled voice nonetheless carried through the flimsy canvas of the tent. "Yes, Jakaya, what is it?" Reza was surprised at the quality of his own voice, more of a rasp, like a death rattle. He shook himself from his thoughts, cleared his throat and tried again. "Jakaya, brother, what do you need? Come in, come in." As Jakaya poked his head under the entry flap, his three gold teeth glinted in the lamplight. "You have mail, sir." "Mail? How did you come by mail? Last I checked, we were in a war zone." "You've been out here too long, Brother Reza," Jakaya grinned. "There is a mystical force that some call the internet out here." "Don't play games, Jakaya, we haven't gotten a satellite signal in weeks." "Not satellite, sir, cable. One of the houses had a phone line still working, so Abdul took the opportunity to jack in." The lanky man leaned into the tent and placed a small pile of letters next to the General. "Night, sir." Reza was once again alone, but he now had some tiny link to the outside world. The letters flew to his face and the smile flew to his face. Pictures of his daughters playing football, the family villa in Riyadh, the flowing words of his wife shone so clearly through the paper that he could swear he was hearing her tender laugh. The General set the letters down in his pack. He vaguely noticed the tears poking at the corners of his eyes. "What if I never come back?" he whispered silently to himself, as the heavy curtain of sleep fell upon his aspect. OOC: If anyone else wants to jump in, be my guest. I've let this sit for waaaaaaaaaaaay too long. Even you Dominion types, there's gotta be some Dominion techie monitoring the phone lines in Sennar. Edited by A.Q., Nov 24 2008, 01:47 AM.
|
![]() |
|
| Ulgania | Nov 24 2008, 04:23 PM Post #8 |
|
A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
|
Colonel Hassan Al-Turabi, a member of the new Sahndaq Security Forces commissioned under the Ulganian takeover had embarked on the beginning of a very clandestine journey. With him, seven other soldiers with different areas of specialty from Ulgania, Zeelar, and Sahndaq were making their way through the Sennari countryside. Moving to the territory was easy enough, as Morrocon’s borders were relatively unstable. The government was having trouble putting a cap on the level of stability, and it looked like the people were split in terms of the Dominion’s growing influence. The Church was ardently anti-Dominion, and were able to give Al-Turabi and his men safe transport to Sennar. Politicizing the church seemed dehumanizing to many Federation leaders, but they had interests in keeping Morrocon out of Dominion hands. Reaching Sennar, the squad had to move on foot for most of their trek. Their mission was quite straightforward: to destabilize Dominion lines of control, supply, and to reduce as much as possible their movement capabilities in the region. A tall order, but a black-ops squad like this was much more effective than any army. No signs of identification, no means of contacting higher authorities, no ties to their home countries or the Federation in general. Ethnically, their heritage was from the Sennari region, making them able to mix in with the local peoples. And mixing in was a big part of their movements. Refugees were still moving en masse, and often in extremely large groups. This made it easier for the squad to penetrate the upheaved country much easier than otherwise. Under the guise of being a group with what was left of their belongings, concealing what equipment and weaponry they did have was a more simple matter. Finally, they separated themselves from other signs of human life, and made their way into a mountainous area. The cragged foothills made tracing their steps much more difficult. After a night and a day of moving steadily they finally reached their first objective. A Dominion outpost stood on the other side of a small hill. “Just beyond that outpost, a couple kilometers north is a munitions depot. Getting by the outpost and all the way to the depot will be very difficult to do. Sneaking by means being caught, and trying to fight through means being overwhelmed,” Al-Turabi said, watching the outpost through a pair of binoculars. “Look, off to the west a ways. See that jeep off on its own?” one man, Afonso Dhlakama pointed out to the colonel. “Yes, do you have something in mind to do with it?” Al-Turabi asked. “If we move off to the east, I can remote detonate an explosive to cause a diversion. Then, once we’re in the clear we can make a run for those woods to the east. We should have at least 30 seconds to move through the area,” Dhlakama said. Turabi nodded. “There are two guards who would probably see you get anywhere close to that jeep. I’d say we should wait until nightfall to move any farther, but we don’t know if the jeep is staying. Wait, look just inside the gate.” They carefully watched two more men come out. They stood for a few moments just talking with the other two at the gate already. After a couple of moments the four of them started arguing, taking attention away from their duty. “We just got lucky. ‘Kama, if you can get down there and back up here in 30 seconds I might just give you a week’s worth of chocolate rations,” Turabi said. “Those are easily the most disgusting things ever,” he replied. “But they can’t be worse than the fruit-supplements.” With that, he got an explosive and some adhesive from his pack, and bolted down the hill, just out of site of the guards. Stealthily getting across the narrow road the jeep was on, Dhalkama planted the explosive just under the gas tank and tested the detonator. Setting it for two minutes, he climbed out from under the jeep, and made his way back across the road. Just after getting across, the two others who had joined the guards earlier left them, and headed towards the jeep. When Dhalkama made it back to the others, Turabi had a slightly grim look. “Ya’know, those two are ranked pretty high,” he said, passing the binoculars over to the explosives expert. “And it really looks like they’re headed towards the jeep.” “Shit,” Dhalkama said. “Regardless, we have about a minute until that jeep goes up in flame. If a colonel and a brigadier general are moving around this unprotected anyway then we probably have other things to worry about.” (OOC: I’m just using two potentially random high ranking officers. They can be lower-ranked officers if need be) “Agreed, but we should get moving,” Turabi said. The squad got moving again, and when the jeep went up the two guards bolted in different directions for cover. Within seconds the outpost was crawling with Dominion personnel, but the squad was already well on its way out. A single Dominion foot soldier did notice some movement east of the outpost, but before he could make it known he was ordered to move to his defensive position, as the base was preparing for a potential attack from the north. OOC: I’m just kind of wingin’ it in Sennar a little. I’m willing to modify anything deemed godmodding. |
![]() |
|
| A.Q. | Nov 26 2008, 09:26 PM Post #9 |
![]()
Beautiful Snowflake
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Within hours of the Dominion Officers' assassinations, Gassel's men flooded into the territory, unwittingly surrounding Kar-Hadsht. When the WMD discovered their advantage, they laid siege to the small town, forcing Yazdani and his men into a desperate defense. Reza was running as fast as he ever had. Behind him bullets spat into the dirt road, and black-clad monsters sprinted, firing wildly. The world had turned into a cacophony of noise and motion. Reza covered 3 blocks in seconds, but the infidels were still on his heels. Suddenly a heavy machine gun coughed out a burst from a nearby window, and 3 dark bodies dropped in their tracks. "General Yazdani?" Jakaya's voice shattered fresh silence "Where are the others, sir?" "Dead or captured," Reza panted, "We need a way out of this town." "They have troops completely surrounding us, sir." "Then we'll have to hold out until we can make radio contact with a relief force." General Yazdani clapped a fresh magazine from a crate in one of the buildings into his Kalashnikov, and took the opportunity to wipe his brow with his keffiyeh. "Sir?" Reza's lieutenant looked worried. "I'm fine, Jakaya." |
![]() |
|
| Ulgania | Nov 27 2008, 02:36 PM Post #10 |
|
A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
|
“Lots of helicopters flying around,” Dhlakama pointed out as he and the other men I the squad continued their trek. “They’re mostly headed towards that ridge. Same place we’re going,” Turabi said. Another man, Rulenka Martin from Zeelar had been looking over a map of the area. “Up ahead there’s a small town called Kar-Hadsht. When I was viewing satellite imagery of our root before we left I noted this town was all but dead.” “It doesn’t look like it now. I think we should be going around it,” said Dhlakama. “That’s a good idea, but I’d like to get an eye on what’s happening. This might be a perfect opportunity to make a strike,” Turabi pointed out. “Sir, that’s not our primary obj…” Dhlakama started to say. “Look, this is supposed to be Dominion territory. If there’s something causing a lot of fighting up ahead then there’s something else at play. We may only be 8 soldiers but our job is to inflict heavy damage. There’s probably a small insurgent group up ahead. I think it’s perfect.” With that, the squad headed out again. Staying low and out of site, they still ducked down every time they heard an explosion or something fly overhead. Reaching the top of the hill, they saw that the town was very much alive. Block-by-block fighting was erupting, but a large contingent of Dominion soldiers was creeping closer to the center of town, surrounding the remaining insurgents. The helicopters overhead were acting as surveillance and were smoking out many of the insurgents with pinpoint missiles. “Well this is a bloody mess,” Nurabi said. “Looks like five helicopters, four tanks, and our entire garrison’s worth of soldiers on the ground. That’s at least seven hundred Dominion soldiers in here.” Another soldier, Haj Mambique spoke up. “A few of us could easily take out the choppers. Some explosives and a choke point could neutralize the tanks. The soldiers would be a different story,” he said, considering their options. “Then maybe a distraction or two is an order,” Dhlakama said. “Instead of killing them, we could probably blind them,” he said taking out some flashbang grenades from a pack. “We could launch these, move into position, and make it appear as though a larger force was coming over this ridge. They already know there was a strike at that one outpost, so if there was escalating violence here they might try to reinforce the town, giving us a better chance to neutralize more soldiers here quickly, and get to the fortress.” “I agree, but that’s contingent with taking out the tanks and choppers at once. We can probably buy just enough time for you and someone else to get the explosives in place around town, but getting to a safe location after will be difficult. Good luck though,” he said. “Thank you sir,” Dhlakama said as he set the flashbangs to launch into the air. One after another, they popped in the air causing a massively bright light to blot out the rest of the sky. Dhlakama was already down the hill with another soldier, quickly moving through town in the moment of confusion. The grenades faded out quickly, but the two members of the squad were already out of site in the town. The Dominion’s back was turned to them at present as tried to route out the remaining force, but in a matter of minutes four quick blasts sent a shudder through the town. Almost simultaneously the choppers began to get blasted by RPGs and pinpoint sniper fire. Four of them were down before they could respond. The final one managed to fire off a rocket in the general direction of the hill, but the rocket screeched overhead, safely away from the squad. As the final helicopter went down, the soldiers on the ground began to scatter. Officers yelled into phones waiting for orders while defensive positions were taken up by the infantry soldiers. When no solid intelligence came in, they were told to move out of the town and to the surrounding areas to investigate and squash the threat. Dhlakama and the other soldier met up on the opposite end of town, and called in to Narubi. “Sir, it appears they’re headed in your direction. I advise sweeping around to avoid confrontation. In the mean time it looks like a couple of prisoners were taken. I advise we liberate them, one looks like he’s definitely high ranking.” Advise taken. Wait for the rest of us before making a move on the prisoners. Narubi out |
![]() |
|
| A.Q. | Dec 7 2008, 06:57 PM Post #11 |
![]()
Beautiful Snowflake
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
OOC: I'm gonna officially put this on hold for a little while, my attention has been stolen by IRL and other stories, sorry. |
![]() |
|
| Ulgania | Dec 7 2008, 08:24 PM Post #12 |
|
A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
|
OOC: It's fine. I've already advanced my plots, all the other stuff I write ITT would be to respond to you and stuff. |
![]() |
|
| « Previous Topic · War and Negotiation · Next Topic » |










11:31 AM Jul 13