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| (Post Dominion) A call from Kazakhstan; President Alikhan Baimenov speaks out | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 9 2009, 03:52 PM (2,034 Views) | |
| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 9 2009, 03:52 PM Post #1 |
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*An analogue broadcast made on 482.0MHz from Astana - the largest Nagian city to escape the Dominion War relatively intact. The first contact made by Nag Ehgoeg with the outside world since the end of the war ((OOC: reconcile that with your timelines as you will)).* A static picture of a man is the only "video" component to the static laced broadcast. My name is Alikhan Baimenov. I have recently been elected to the position of President of Kazakhstan. I have begun the work of uniting the temporary power-structures that have arisen in the land formerly known as Nag Ehgoeg and formed an Interim Government. For my countrymen, I give this message - have hope. You have not been forgotten. We will come for you. We will save you. We will be united once more. To the international community, I pledge solemnly that Kazakhstan laments the evil actions of Nag Ehgoeg and its Military Dominion. While I understand the logistical difficulty in providing aid to my nation, I humbly beg that any willing to help us do so. My government is relentlessly harangued by the remnant forces of the Nagian Dominion and the destruction of my land is widespread and terrible. I still have hope that- *Audio cuts out abruptly, static accompanies the static picture of the President for a few minutes then the transmission ends. In short order, the transmission reaches the internet.* **** OOC: At the conclusion of the Dominion War Nag Ehgoeg should be in ruins and thoroughly dangerous - plague, radiation, bandits, hidden dominion military bases. Humanitarian aid to Nag Ehgoeg before this transmission basically either doesn't come back or reports nothing but corpses and destruction with no living souls left to help. That said, if any anti-dominion military force thinks it would be in-character of them to occupy the desolate wasteland of Nag Ehgoeg (to try and route out the Dominion holdouts or to just expand their boarders, lemme know). The purpose of this thread is to reintroduce Nag Ehgoeg to the global stage in the post-Dominion age. Something that I was hoping to hold off on until the Dominion war was finished, but, you know. Post any reactions your government might have here. Edited by Nag Ehgoeg, Dec 9 2009, 03:55 PM.
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| Kasnyia | Dec 9 2009, 10:05 PM Post #2 |
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- Alexanderhaven shall send aid on behalf of the Romans. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 10 2009, 01:01 AM Post #3 |
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"Although the Welsh government was not around to bear witness to the atrocities of the Dominion, we are willing to send any form of aid whatsoever. We would like to request a conference with the leader of the Nagian government as well." Official message from the Welsh Government. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 10 2009, 01:02 PM Post #4 |
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Initially, pledges of aid fell on deaf ears. While it was true that an individual claiming to represent the nation of Kazakhstan attended the ICON Formation Summit in Dublin, nothing else (other than the initial broadcast) had been heard of from Nag Ehgoeg. Certainly the usual channels of government communication did not seem to be functioning. Telemessages and transmissions on Nagian frequencies did not seem to be getting any reply. As days turned into weeks it seemed likely that no reply would be forthcoming to any general messages sent into the ether. Eventually, however, another broadcast was made. Again, nothing more than a static picture of the man claiming to be the President of Kazakhstan and low quality audio. Again being transmitted on the same radio frequency from Astana: "I, President [ineligible static] Baimenov, thank the international community for their pledges of aid. We would very much like to meet with the Welsh government however our infra- [ineligible static] destroyed. We are a land locked nation with no airports and our roadways lie in ruins. I do not see how [ineligible static] and even moving supplies into Kazakhstan will be difficult. "I continue to have faith that-" Again the audio transmission came to an abrupt end. A long period of static followed until eventually the broadcast finished. **** OOC: It is my hope that someone is interested enough to make a detailed reply. Even if you're not interested in what's happening in Nag Ehgoeg and don't want to take part in this unfolding story then why not post an IC piece about how your government isn't interested? Make up a humanitarian trying to convince the rest of your government to get involved. Give a long winded speech from your Chief of Intelligence or Foreign Minister about how this is no affair of your government. Or, you know, get involved. Send in spy planes. Do recon. Parachute in some some aid packets. Be bold, be creative. Everyone officially has my permission to react to this however you want. Nuke Astana. Annex Nagian lands. PM me if you need ideas. Come and play with me. Post one liner reply and see what happens if you really want to, but this is your chance to do whatever you want. Just bear in mind that Nag Ehgoeg is not very hospitable to life at the moment. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Dec 10 2009, 01:06 PM Post #5 |
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OOC: I actually would be interested in doing something detailed, but it requires me to get some of my own post-dominion stuff into gear first. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 10 2009, 10:53 PM Post #6 |
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OOC: I gots me somethin good. Although will hold off my plans in Burma, I will be able to link some even greater ideas together. So give me a day or two so I can work on this. I have to tie up some loose ends. As for you RD, I'll have something up in our meeting soon, sometime tonight. |
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| NRE | Dec 10 2009, 11:52 PM Post #7 |
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The Grey House, Atlanta... Posted Image "Sir he's claiming to be an elected President" said Secretary of National Intelligence Taylor Bolton to President Montgomery as the two men along with several other key members of the President's cabinet sat together in their respected seats within the President's situation room. They had spent a lot of time in this room during the Dominion Wars, many of the time jokingly calling it home. Since those days the President did not call meeting into the room frequently and when he did they were of the utmost importance. His term was almost up, and having served well beyond the normal two terms it was unlikely he'd win another election. Daniel didn't really much though, the Dominion Wars had taken whatever youthful spirit he had coming into his presidency. He was an old man now if only in spirit and was eager to seek his retirement. "Yes but what do we really know of the Nagians" said the President. "Their democracy and ours could be two entirely different ball games gentlemen and what do we really know of the situation there?" "They got the ever-living shit beat out of them to put it frankly sir" said William Holliday the Secretary of Defense. "Kinda like the guy you catch in your bed when you come home a little early from work. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if this didn't turn out to be some last Dominion dooms-day trap. Leaving a records, have some fools investigate it, find a video recording of that Chancellor son-of-a-bitch laughing at you square in the face and then boom, the Middle East has a new lake the size of this nation." "The fact of the matter remains sir" said Bolton "we don't know what's going on there. Satellite intel is fuzzy, we didn't leave any occupying forces and neither did the rest of the American Alliance or the European Coalition..a mistake I think both me and Holliday will agree on. That being said, I disagree with Secretary Holliday in his implication that we should ignore this. Empires are rising everyday, Europe, Africa and questionably the Middle East are practically locked down by the Russian Empire and the other Empires of the European Coalition. The Rise of the Roman Empire is only sealing the deal that there isn't much of the world left for Democracy. We have to take this chance." "While I'm inclined to agree with William" said Secretary of State Alexander Ballard, "I'm going to have to side with Taylor on this issue Mr. President. Secretary Holliday did point out that we did let Asia go without even leaving a mere soldier in the region. Frankly the Dominion states were let go questionably Scot Free. Sure they've got their problems: insurrections, civil wars, massive debt and devastation; but the fact remains that we left them to their own devices which means they could within a generation or so just return to their old selves. I think we owe it to the world to check this "democratic government" out. If it is what it says it is, we help them out. If it turns out to be just the same old politics, then maybe we should eliminate it and put real democracy in its place. Sure its dirty business, but we owe it to the world as a victorious power to stomp out the last vestiges of the Dominion, even if its not actually a Dominion government but that of a resurgent old Nagian one" Montgomery sat there as he had many days during the wars deep in thought as he weighted his options and tried desperate the factor in all the ways that things could go wrong if he took one option or the other. Finally, having sat then leaning back in his chair deep in thought he sat straight and looked at the men around him. "Organize an aid drop, four or five planes and get as close to the origin of that communication as is humanly possible. Back the crates full of the essentials including a few communications systems, at least betters ones than they're using now. I wanna know what kinda situation is going on over they before I commit even the first soldier. That being said, put a few divisions on alert, get them ready to deploy at a drop of the hat. If we don't get a bite on the radios, I may authorize a team to go in, if only to see if the aid was taken." The cabinet gave a nod and President Montgomery rose from his seat. The Secretaries followed and the entire group left the room. The Secretaries left the confines of the Grey House to proceeded with the President's plan. Aid packages were wrapped and stored in crates and loaded into large Cargo aircraft. All the crates at the seal of the Confederate States on them, inside were fliers written in several languages that basically read that the Confederacy was there to help but would only come if invited in. Five Communication systems were packaged up with the hopes that at least one would reach the interim government. Ten planes left from an air force base in South Carolina and began to long trip to the former territory of Nag Ehgoeg. The Confederacy eagerly waited so see if they could indeed hook themselves a fish. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 12 2009, 01:25 AM Post #8 |
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At a undisclosed location in Cardiff: "Do you think he is a good choice?" Owain Glyndŵr toyed nervously with the question. With an utmost precision, never missing a beat, Gregory Sais replied. "Yes, quite an excellent choice if you ask me. He has an amazing track record, ranging from the Dominion wars to covert operations in New Orleans, all based within The Confederate States. The latter is personal, completely out of contact and contract with the Confederate government. Aside from previous military occupation, they have no knowledge of him or his covert operations whatsoever." "Then how do we have this extensive intel on him?" Gregory Sais turned his back to Glyndŵr and produced a file from his briefcase. "He recently showed up on the radar when he rescued another Welsh immigrant. She and her family were headed to Wales, since the rebellion and its atrocities had ended. Like our man, she was one of the many children who were sent over to the Americas to protect them from our previous monarchy. He obviously must of felt some personal connection, and thus helped the family. And for some reason, when the lady and her family returned, the lady decided to write a request that he was to be brought back to Wales. After hearing the story, we sent some men over to see if it was all true. But the thing is, this guy was just too good. For some reason, the damned boy was able lock in on our men tracking him and nearly killed one of them up at a shore store near the west bank. Luckily, he decided to ask questions first. Our men explained, but, for some reason he wasn't buying it. He made them sing the Welsh national anthem and all sorts of other things to prove they were truly Welsh. Finally, he released them, and we managed to get him on a plane over here." "Is he on his way here?" Glyndŵr asked earnestly "Yes, he should have arrived in Harlech about an hour ago. We were able to find some info on him from the records that the Old Monarchy kept. Here's his profile:" Gregory Sais opened the file and produced a piece of paper from which he read. "A twenty-five year old male - and get this - real name Gruffydd Young, son of Madog Young, though the boy now goes by Doc Holiday. The poor lad wanted to be a doctor originally.” "Madog Young!?" "Yeah, remember him?" Glyndŵr was taken back. "Now how could I forget a man like that? You know as well as I do he was essential in the Battle of Cardiff; he gave his life to the cause, without him we would have lost the entire war in that battle. Damn good man, damn good. Madog must have sent him over with his wife right before the war started; I never knew he had a son, let alone a wife." The two men sat there for several moments, recalling the atrocities they had fought through in the rebellion. Finally, Sais broke the calm: "So, do you think he's good for the job?" "Definitely, I wouldn't see why not. He would fit finely into the Burma Operation...." At this time, a man in a dark suit burst through the door of the office. He turned toward Sais and Glyndŵr and saluted them both, and then proceeded. "Sir, we have just received the latest transmission from Nag Ehgoeg. Owain Glyndŵr stood up saluted him back and replied. "Is it as static as the last one? "Yes sir, if not more, plus it’s much shorter." "Very well, play it." The suited man took the laptop which he was carrying and heaved it onto the table. After the screen loaded, a video appeared with an aged Kazakhstani speaking. "I, President [ineligible static] Baimenov, thank the international community for their pledges of aid. We would very much like to meet with the Welsh government however our infra- [ineligible static] destroyed. We are a land locked nation with no airports and our roadways lie in ruins. I do not see how [ineligible static] and even moving supplies into Kazakhstan will be difficult. "I continue to have faith that-" Glyndŵr looked up from the screen. "Is that all?" "I'm afraid it is, we aren't exactly sure what the situation is, but they seem to have a severe problem with communications. Plus our government hasn't been up to par with the Asia/Middle east region." Glyndŵr quickly jumped to his feet, dismissed the suited man, and went on. "That's it!" "What's it?" Glyndŵr paced back and forth across the room, his thoughts racing. "Follow me on this. Besides the French, we have no relative connections with any government on Asia. Now, it seems to me that Nag Ehgoeg needs help, and fast. We could benefit greatly if we helped establish a stable government there. We need to earn their respect and trust first." Sais stood up in objection. "What about Burma, we already have everything ready to go." "Burma can wait, trust of the other nations will be the key to our success. We don't want to be looked at like as if we are nothing but greedy bastards. Plus, on my agenda, humanitarian aid comes before military operations, or at least in this case." Sais thought deeply about the turn of events. "And what will we do with Doc Holliday?" "He'll go along to Nag Ehgoeg." "Very well then Mr. President, it’s your choice." Taken back, Owain Glyndŵr replied. "You shouldn't think like that, it’s your decision as much as mine." "Very well then, but if we are to go ahead with this, we need to think this through right now." Glyndŵr continued his pacing. "First off, I suggest we send a couple armored convoys carrying, supplies, ammunition, relief aid, communication equipment, etc, into the country. Add a few platoons of troops and have a plan." By now Glyndŵr had stopped his pacing, but now Sais in turned walked walk up to the window and peered out into space, thinking deeply. "Sir, I would like to request to become leader of the convoy." "What?" Sais turned towards Glyndŵr. "Yes, if I am there they will not be able to refuse our help, and we may be taken more serious with such a high ranking person in the Welsh Government and Military." Glyndŵr stared back in confusion. "I sense there might be ulterior motives than just that." Sais let out a hoarse laugh. "You know me too well my friend. It’s true; I envy the soldier more than I enjoy this job. My responsibility feels too great at times. I send these men off to war and death, while I sit back in my secure office and wait for the intel. They die for our country, and I am left alone deciding the actions. Man should not have this level of power. I have been given this power to decide the fates of men. But I do not want it. I can only imagine atrocities that would befall a nation if that power is given to a man who lusts for my job. But in all, I want to be along side my countryman, fighting for a cause. I don't want to die here in this office; I want to die fighting for what I believe in. Glyndŵr placed a reassuring hand on Sais's shoulder. "Don't we all? But the job has to be given to someone, and you are the best for it. It’s why I selected you, because you were the only one who didn't want it, but yet you were the most qualified for it. But alas, I'll allow you to join the convoy, for your reasons are just......." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Do we have visual?" "Yes sir, visual is up and running." Owain Glyndŵr stood staring at the video of a small armored convoy traveling across the remains of a once beautiful city. The surrounding room was filled with expensive computers, complex machinery, and a assortment soldiers all with varying ranks. Glyndŵr turned to one of his men. "Give me a status report." "Convoy dropped off at 0500 hours in West Kazakhstan. They are now headed towards the location of the last transmission. All vehicles are flying the white flag." "Good." Several hours passed. The convoy was moving along at a steady pace, with little interruptions. Suddenly, a voice came from one of the computers. "Command, this is Predator 1A5, we have some unidentified activity upcoming on the main road. Proceeding to examine situation. Over." Moments in utter silence passed. Soon enough, the Drone replied back. "Approaching target now. Looks like.....civilians, its hard to tell thou.... INCOMING MISSILE, I REPEAT, INCOMING STINGER MISSILE. TAKING EVASIVE ACTIONS.....(seconds felt like hours as everyone waited for a response).....Predator down, I repeat, Predator down. All visual contact lost. Panic set in at the command post. All hell broke loose as people only began to comprehend what had just taken place. Glyndŵr turned to one of the men sitting at the computers. "Do we have any other drones following!?" "Yes sir, it’s on its way." A thick southern accent voice erupted from one of the other radio communications "What the hell is going on! The convoy has sustained serious casualties. General Sais is dead, I repeat, General Sais is KIA. We have roughly nineteen dead. We are receiving heavy fire from both sides of the roads, mainly machine gun fire with RPGs as well. Not sure how much longer we can last. All vehicles are impaired and are no longer capable of transporting. We need....ARGH FUCK, I'M HIT, I REPEAT I'M HIT. WE NEED EVAC AND REINFORCEMENTS STAT. WHAT THE FUC.............. The static communication went dead. "Sir, we have visual." The Predator's visual showed the wreckage of the atrocity. All the humvees were up in smoke, pillars of smoke shot a hundred feet high. Several were in blazes. Among them, bodies were scattered around. Limbs were missing from bodies; blood soaked into the ground. Among the dead where a few soldiers firing back at an unseen enemy, but one by one, they were cut down, until none remained. Suddenly the visual went dead. A Predator had attracted another stinger missile. Owain Glyndŵr shot up, not missing a single beat, barking out orders. "I want all the Ddraig Milwr that are on stand-by off the Burmese shore to be redirected to the location of the wreckage. Start the mobilization of our forces in Northern Germany. I want a full strike force on the location Asap. Try every means possible to reach this so-called president. I want some fucking explanations here! The room scrambled, calls being made to every location within Wales. Across the world, Welsh troops mobilized as battle began for the first time. The boiling qualities of anger and raged ran through Glyndŵr's system, only to be cooled by the sadness he had sustained. Gregory Sais was dead, and Y Bragad Chan Y Ddraig Goch marched to war for its first time. Blood had been spilled under the white flag; revenge was inevitable. Silently, Owain Glyndŵr called out to the land of his fathers, and to the great spirits of men that called it their home: "Deffro’r Ddraig......" OOC: Too long? Or too radical? Tell me what you think; this is my first post like this. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 14 2009, 05:25 PM Post #9 |
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Where previous intel saw Nag Ehgoeg devoid of life, the passing cargo craft saw evidence of human habitation. -Transmission made on the Confederacy Communication equipment- "This is President Alikhan Baimenov. We have received the three communication devices that you have provided us with. Your aid is much appreciated. My cabinet believed that our attempts at communication attempts would only draw the wrath of the Dominion. Your aid is being distributed as fairly as we can. I am pleased that enough of my transmission reached the far flung Confederacy to convince you to send aid by air. "I continue to urge you not to send ground troops. Nagian Dominion Insurrectionists are displaying ever increasing activity. While I have no doubt in the military superiority of the Confederacy, you would be committing troops into an endless quagmire of guerilla warfare. However, as my government gains legitimacy we find ourselves under increasing military pressure. We do not have the facilities to manufacture arms. Weapons, tactical advisers, consultants and urban warfare specialists would be invaluable to my people. As would anti-radiation medications and other medical supplies such as antibiotics. "I have little to repay you with and I thank you for the kindness that your people have shown." ****
Captain Kaldin sucked in a lungful of smoke from his cigar and expelled it slowly into the prisoner's face. The combination of smoke and the harsh but somehow dim florescent lights was burning his eyes. The prisoner was not in an enviable position. Kaldin certainly wouldn't like to wake up in a room with no windows with couple of bullet wounds in him. The Captain had nothing but contempt for this foreigner - who was regaining conciousness. He was a military man. A man who fought for his country. A man who had stayed loyal in the face of revolution. In the face of downfall. In the face of disaster. The Supreme Chancellor may have been killed, but his successor was clear. The chain of command stood. As far as Captain Kaldin was concerned, the Dominion Stood. "Wake up Welshy. Never knew the flag of Wales was white." Kaldin sneered, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice. Who were these outsiders to send their armies into his homeland? This was not their nation. These foreigners had no place here. Did they really think that coming at the invitation of an insurrectionist rebel excused their blatant warmongering? That they marched under the white flag enraged him all the more. "Your vanguard is defeated. You fought well. You will give me tactical data. How large is the rest of your invasion force? Is your government acting independently or as part of a coalition? What are you after?" Edited by Nag Ehgoeg, Dec 14 2009, 05:26 PM.
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| NRE | Dec 15 2009, 03:22 PM Post #10 |
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The Grey House, Atlanta... Posted Image "Not sending any sort of ground troops just seems like bad policy Danny" said Theodore Price, the Vice President. He and President Montgomery were sitting together on the rather plush couches of the President's office discussing the situation in former Nag Ehgoeg. The Confederate government was pleased to have finally gotten word back from the aid packages that had been sent but know better understanding the situation of the region they were now facing new decisions and problems. "I know what you mean Theo" said President Montgomery, "If I simply send the aid they request and the weapons their people need to defend themselves I risk dropping them off into enemy hands. After all this government could be the remnant of the Dominion in sheep's clothing. I won't help jump start another world war no matter how bad I want democracy's influence to spread. They don't want me to send in an army, fine I won't send an army I simply send the personnel needed to make sure the aid is evenly distributed and that the weapons get into the right hands. Given the intensity of the situation, the best personnel for such a task just happens to be my military." "How many troops do we commit to this though?" asked the Vice President. "After all the boys coming home are just getting comfortable back at home. Seems like an awful shame to be pulling them away from their families again so soon. Who will we get to lead the operation?" "It isn't fair I understand that" said the President, "However the men who died against the Dominion fought for something Theodore. If there are still Dominion extremist looking to continue the promotion of their fascist ideas then we must seek them out and destroy them if we are to keep this new world safe. Besides, I can only commit a peace keeping force of no more than a hundred thousands or two. Its the only force I have the power to mobilize without the consent of the Senate. I'm taking the advisement of Secretary Holliday and authorized less, no more than a regiment or two. They should be enough to protect the aid and help with distribution along with properly assessing the situation." Just then a knock at the door came and the President looked at his watch and then smiled. "As for the whom I shall be asking to command this operation, I believe he has just arrived." The President turned towards the door. "Please, enter." The door of the President office was open and a secretary informed the President that his guest had arrived and introduced General George S. Campbell as he entered the room. Both the President and the Vice President rose and the three men shook hands before the President ask both men to have a seat. After offering the General a refreshment Montgomery returned to his previous seat on the couch beside the Vice President, opposite from the couch where the General was now seated. A coffee table stood between the two couches and the men. "General Campbell it was so good of you to come on such short notice, I hope the wife, children, and grandchildren are well." said Montgomery. "It was no trouble at all Mr. President" said Campbell, " and thank you sir, the family is just fine as I hope yours and Vice President Price's are." "Yes, yes both our families are just fine" said Montgomery. "General Campbell, George if I may, I know you're a man for little small talk so I won't bore you with politic smooth talking. Your service to the Confederacy as representative to the Supreme Command of the American alliance is beyond words. Your service record is flawless and it is my opinion that you can have any job in the military that you could ask for and well, if you retired and decided to go into politics you could take that chair right over there." Smiling, General Campbell replied "Well thank you Mr. President but quiet frankly I just don't think I'm cut out for politics. I belong on the field commanding the troops. Its in my blood and I just don't think the political battlefield of the Senate has as much of the same thrills as the one overseas." The Three men laughed at the statement for a good few minutes before the President composed his self and continued. "Well I believe I speak for the rest of the American people when I say thank you for your continued service to our military forces. I cannot say with certainty we'd be the same strong force that we are today without you helping to lead the way. However, though I'd like to say we live n a world free from the harsh violence of the Dominion Wars, I don't believe we've achieved that yet. That is why I called you here George, your country is in need of your services again." This brought an even brighter grin to the General's face, almost exposing his tar-stained teeth, a side affect of his years of enjoying fine Southern cigars. "Give me my orders and I'll execute them to the best of my abilities Mr. President" George said finally. "Good to hear that George" Montgomery replied. "I'm sending you along with an expeditionary peace keeping force to the Middle East. The Nagians are reorganizing themselves and are asking for international assistance.We've been among the first to respond to their request and naturally we're remaining cautious. We need you to lead the men in, assess the situation and then advise. If this new government seems legitimate then we'll provide them with real hardware. If they turn out to be a resurgent Dominion organization then we'll send in the Calvary to crush them. You and this country's finest fought too hard to see a Dominion state rise again." "I'll leave as soon as the men are ready Mr. President...." ------------------------------------------------------------- Within a few days time the men and aid were amassed and loaded on to several V-22 Osprey. They were then placed aboard aircraft carriers apart of a naval group bound to the Middle East. There was no real "friendly" waters for the Confederate to sail for but an envoy was sent to the Islamic Republic of Georgia. They had been a neutral country during the Dominion Wars, forbidden from entering the war on either side because of the peace agreement from the Georgian War. However, with Zapht and the other Middle East signatories out of power, the Georgian states were ignoring the Peace Accord. There were even rumors that the Accord was going to be completely thrown out which could mean a new war between the two states for claim of the whole of Georgia. They were a Democratic Republic and though they primarily remained a neutral country, the accepted the Confederacy's request for an audience with their government. Negotiations were tough as the Southern Georgians feared any involvement on their part would bring reprisal upon them from remaining Dominion insurgents in the Middle East. However, the Confederacy was able to convince their government that a democratic Kazakhstan was far more within their interests than a totalitarian state or worse, a resurgent Dominion state. Thus the carrier group was allow within the Islamic Republic's waters and a airfield along their eastern border was opened to the Confederacy to use. Using it to gas up the V-22's the mission to send aid to the Nagians went underway. Posted Image Soon the convoy of V-22's were over the Nagian landscape. General Campbell sat with his closest advisers, men he'd had with him during the Dominion Wars. They sat comfortably in their transport, reminiscing about battle against Dominion forces as well as retelling jokes of ole Gassel, most of which involved various sexual acts, animals, and an occasion joust at his mother. The jokes apparently had not gotten old as the men shared a hearty laugh amongst themselves. Sudden the laughter was shattered as explosions were both felt and heard just outside the plane. Racing to the cockpit, General Campbell burst in and exclaimed "What the hell was that?!?!" The Transports had flown into a minefield in the sky. Not entire sure who was firing at them, forces on the ground were using anti-air guns against their convoy and explosions were going off all around them. A transport just in front of the General's plane was hit and the explosion was magnified by the ammunition it was carrying. The quick thinking and evasive maneuver of the pilot saved the General's plane from crashing mid-air into the explosion of the other transport. "Get us the hell out of this mess and order the rest of the men to follow" said the General. The pilots followed their orders as best they could, but it was a difficult task. By the time they were finally clear of their attackers, six of the eleven planes had gone down. General Campbell lost 96 of the 192 soldiers he'd brought with him on this initial trip. The remainder of the transports, two of which were only still barely flyable made their landing in a seemingly abandoned parking lot somewhere on the western side of Astana. They radioed to the President ahead of their arrival, alerting him of their present and arrival time, after having been attacked. General Campbell was eager to meet the man and further assess the situation. He damn sured hoped he wouldn't find a connection between his attackers and this new government because he'd only recently had his boots shined and kick ass always felt scuff marks. Edited by NRE, Dec 15 2009, 03:23 PM.
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 15 2009, 04:14 PM Post #11 |
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"Hey Fancy Boots! You the yankees?" Once Baimenov had been informed of the Americans' landing he'd sent the largest, most capable force he had available to him to make sure that the Confederates made it into the city safely. Unfortunately, the Kazakhstani government was low on manpower. With men guarding the food supplies, carrying out essential work and patrolling against the threat: the President could only afford to send one man. Young Chike, as he was known, was a competent scrapper. He was good at recon and knew where to find valuable loot. In IQ and lethality, young Chike was lacking... but still. President Baimenov doubted that the Dominion forces would risk the destruction of their vital surface-to-air defences by pushing an attack on the Confederates. Which meant that Chike would be sufficient "escort" for the Americans. Chike noticed that his greeting was met with incredulous, bewildered and insulted looks rather than a hail of bullets and that was good enough confirmation that these were the soldiers he was sent to fetch. Brazely he swung his rifle over his shoulder and trotted up to the most important looking Confederate (with the shiniest boots) and held out his hand: "'On behalf of President Baimenov, welcome to Kazakhstan! My orders are to take you to meet with the President.'" Chike recited, then ad-libbing, "Don't feel so bad about getting shot to shit. You're doing pretty ok really." |
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| NRE | Dec 17 2009, 06:27 PM Post #12 |
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General Campbell looked almost dumb founded when he saw the welcome party, especially after he spoke as boldly as he had. However, instead of going off on the young boy for addressing a military officer has he had he simply laughed. Laughed both at the fact that he himself had been a smart ass as a youth and along for the fact that back home he'd whipped plenty of negros for just such talk. Being the son of a wealthy plantation owner, he'd actually partaken in his own fair share of beatings, whippings, and other violent actions against slaves that simply didn't understand their place. Aids around the General let out silent sighs of relief when the General started laughing after all they knew him perhaps the best of all. "Yeah we did alright I guess" said the General, his deep southern accent apparent. "I'll get my jeep unloaded and we'll make our way to this president of yours. If you'll excuse me for a moment." The General left the boy in the company of one of his aids and left with another aid, re-entering his transport and making his way to the cockpit. "Radio the fleet" said the General in his usual commanding voice. The comms officer did as he was told and soon the General was in a conversation with the Admiral in charge of the fleet. "I want to rest of those birds in the air in regular intervals" said Campbell. "Tell them not to take the same path twice and certainly don't take ours. I want the rest of my men on the ground before sun down. We've got aid to distribute and a base camp to secure." The Admiral understood and would make it happen. The General turned to his aid and put him in charge while he was away. At that he left the cockpit of the aircraft and soon emerged back outside. It was by this time that the motor of the General's personal jeep, the same jeep he'd had with him through the Dominion wars, roared to life and was brought to him. General Campbell, an aid, and the boy loaded into the jeep and roared off along with a second jeep of four soldiers including the driver. The General left it up to the boy to instruct his driver on how to get to President Baimenov location. Edited by NRE, Dec 17 2009, 10:19 PM.
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 18 2009, 02:26 PM Post #13 |
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The Confederate force could not help but be struck by the level of devastation in Nag Ehgoeg as they passed. While the outskirts of the nation were war-torn, this deep into Nag Ehgoeg the destruction was something else. Yet still, while the roadways were virtually non-existent the rugged Confederate convoy was able to make their way into the city with little difficulty. And without incident. The Dominion made no move on the convoy. A fact that did not surprise the locals, but kept the Confederates on edge. As they entered Astana, evidence of the Provisional Kazak Government started to emerge: tired looking men moving tools or carrying what looked like antique military equipment; improvised washing lines hung in the shattered ruins of buildings; makeshift farms in craters of the shattered land. All of it looking very recent, all of it very subtle and very small. Chike pointed out an intact building and showed General Campbell and his party into President Baimenov’s office. If there was any reasonable doubt that this could have been an ambush – any doubt that remained after seeing the pathetic rundown survivors eeking out their existence – then it was gone when they laid eyes on Alikhan Baimenov. More than a simple photograph on a static laden broadcast, Alikhan was a real man. A man who looked just like his picture – his suit a little more ragged, his face a little more lined and run down. If this was an elaborate ruse then it was certainly much more elaborate than could possibly be effective. “General Camp-bell, yes?” Baimenov rose to shake the General’s hand, “I am deeply honoured by your nation’s actions and sacrifice. The Confederacy provided staunch opposition to the Dominion and now you have come to our aid against the remnants of this pervasive foe. Truly you are a great people. “As once, were my people. Long ago. Hundreds, thousands of years ago, my ancestors were simple nomads. Scattered tribes. Then from the East and from the South came defilers. Those who sought to kill God with their science. Those who would found ‘Nag Ehgoeg’. The godless heathens who would eventually destroy our democracy and give us The Great Tyrant Archimedes. The ones that would become ‘The Dominion’. “You have my word that these people are not my people. And my people will no longer be their slaves. My government is not the Dominion born anew. Under Allah, all men are equal. Those who dedicate their lives to protecting others – the good military men such as you – are men to be respected. But they are the Servants of the People, they are not the Masters. “I was elected to this office. I did not become the leader of this city by force of arms. I received 80% of the popular vote – my closest competitor managed just over 16%. Once my term is over, there will be elections again. We are a free people under Allah. No more are we godless heathens ruled by a mad dictator. “But we have enemies. While Nag Ehgoeg was toppled by the Dominion War. While its armies were crushed and its cities burned, the Great Threat survived. In two great fallout shelters did the Dominion take refuge to continue to fester and blight these lands. And across the nation (as I’m sure you know, Nag Ehgoeg is one of the largest nations in the world) there are bomb shelters, hidden military bases, safehouses and basements where both innocent civilians and scum still loyal to the Dominion survived the war. “Bandits and strong men have tried to impose their will on this shattered land. And the lingering Dominion seeks to rise again. But the people are uniting under God and under that flag…” At this the President paused to point proudly at the flag of Kazakhstan hung proudly behind his desk. As he paused, tears welled in his eyes and for a moment it seemed like he was not going to continue. “Your people – The Southerners – you are God fearing men. Men of democracy. Of honour. My government is a ray of hope to the people suffering in this land. And your government is a ray of hope to me.” **** OOC: Damn it. Lost my post. Had to re-type. This one isn’t as good (old one was shorter and punchier). Might edit it later. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 18 2009, 06:58 PM Post #14 |
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OOC: Holy crap NRE, you have way too much time on your hands. :P IC: Doc Holliday eyes fluttered open in the smoky haze. He found himself in a dimly lit room with an amazingly filthy man watching him. It took Holliday several moments to realize that it wasn't the dirt that made this man brown. Any movement at all came with excruciating pain. It appeared he had been shot several times. Suddenly the events of the past few days came flooding back to him. Know the brown man was asking him questions. “How large is the rest of your invasion force? Is your government acting independently or as part of a coalition? What are you after?" Holliday looked once more at his captor and a smile spread across his face. “I do believe its common courtesy to give your name first, my dear friend.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Send out a transmission to their president. Now.” “Yes sir.” Owain Glyndŵr picked up the microphone that was before him. “This is Owain Glyndŵr, President of Wales. At 0800 hours yesterday a convoy sending relief aid to your last known location was attacked by an unknown adversary. We are demanding answers for the uncalled violence, as we arrived bearing a white flag. Within the next 24 hours, The Welsh military will begin its invasion of Kazakhstan. Every target deemed hostile will be exterminated. We wish to end this peacefully, but seeing how events have occurred, I find that highly impossible.” |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 18 2009, 08:06 PM Post #15 |
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"This is... uh... Foriegn Minister Altynbek Sarsenbayev of Kazakhstan, speaking on behalf of the President. We appreciate the aid that your nation tried to send to our people. Unfortunately we believe that your convoy was attacked by the remnant forces of the Nagian Dominion. I can give you my assurances that this rogue military force has nothing to do with the newly formed Government of Kazakhstan. These hold-outs are our sworn enemies. I can assure you that no Kazakh citizens would ever attack a force of peace - but the Dominion would see your force as hostile. "The Welsh military has our government's full support in any war you wish to persecute against the Dominion in retribution for this act." ****
"I'm Captain Kaldin. Of the Military Dominion. Why have your people come here?" Edited by Nag Ehgoeg, Dec 18 2009, 08:06 PM.
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| Deleted User | Dec 18 2009, 08:22 PM Post #16 |
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Owain Glyndŵr resumed speaking. "Very well, is there any way we can establish some sort of connection. Also we would like to arrange a meeting with your president." ------------------------------------------------------- Doc Holliday let out a hoarse laugh. He continued in his deep, southern accent. "Now in a proper conversation, it would be polite for the speaker to ask for the name of his guest." |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 18 2009, 08:34 PM Post #17 |
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"You are a brave man. I respect that. I name you: Invader of my Country, Supporter of Insurrectionists. You can play cute, and I can start force you to answer me. Or you can save yourself some trouble by co-operating." ****
"We are currently communicating using adapted transmitters provided by the Seceded South. Our President is presently engaged in diplomatic talks with a representative of the South. We have been advised that the Dominion is operating a large amount of anti-air fire around our city. The attack on your envoy confirms that they are operating a significant land based force. Arranging a personal meeting will be difficult without a significant military commitment." |
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| Deleted User | Dec 18 2009, 08:54 PM Post #18 |
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"The Confederacy? Well then, we will try our best communicate with the Confederacy. We were unaware of their involvement. Any other information we might need to know about would be welcome. Maps, intel, you name it, we need it for our operation. ------------------------------------------------------------------
"Well, I am terribly sorry. I just meant for some courtesy between us two fine gentlemen. Go on." |
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| NRE | Dec 18 2009, 09:46 PM Post #19 |
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General Campbell had given President Baimenov the once over several times during their conversation, as discretely as the good General knew how. If this was a deception, then it was a damn good one as far as he could tell. The people he'd passed and the destruction he'd seen was real, too damn real for his liking. Though men of color, he looked pasted that and saw potential in the Kazakh people. If they were in fact as dedicated to democracy as the President made them out to be, they'd be showed every indication of becoming a valuable ally to the Confederate States of America and any policy regarding the Middle East that they could seek to begin. Still, the General remained a guarded man as he'd seen much of the Dominion during the wars and as fantastical as it may seem, even this real situation could turn out to be a Dominion plot. "Your confidence in democracy and your pledge justice is why the Confederate States of America are here Mr. President" said Campbell. "My government wishes to do everything within its power to ensure your government's success and the success of free and fair democracy in Kazakhstan. For too long totalitarianism and outright dictatorships have held a firm and iron-clad grip on the Middle East. Its time the people be given a voice and as God as my witness and Allah as yours, I believe together we can secure just that for your people." Motioning his aid to come forward, the General grabbed from the aid a rolled up map. Unfolding the map across a cleared table, it was clear to the President that it was the latest satellite photograph of his nation as well as the other regions which collectively once made the nation of Nag Ehgoeg. The General took from one of his breast pockets two pins, a black and a red one. First he circled in black the city of Astana as well as the area where what was left of his air convoy had landed, just on the city outskirts. In red, he drew small triangles in the area where his convoy had been hit by anti-air gun placements. "Mr. President" Campbell started, finally breaking the silence of the room. "I understand that you advised my government not to send troops and we are more than willing to respect your government's requests. However, and with all due respect to your nation, your government, and your military; if that boy is any indication to the strength of your military that I must strongly advise my government to press upon your own the necessity of military strength in this situation. I fought the Dominion armies both in North America as well as theaters in the Pacific. I know understand their tactics and have estimation on the quality of their equipment. Even if this a ghost army, they will be organized and will be using high quality equipment, far better than I've seen anyone have since touching down here." The General took the two pens and slid both over to the President, resting them just in front of him on the table. "If my government is to do any good here, we're going to need man powers. I can assure you it will be temporary as the Confederacy is not in the policy of annexing nor colonizing other nations. The best way we can get your government a well organized and well oiled army of its own is to put your men inside units of the Confederacy, working side-by-side with our trained soldiers as we work to clear your country of what threats it faces. Even but we can accomplish this, I'm going to need every enemy location you currently have available to your governments knowledge as well your forces current locations. Securing this city, I believe you'll agree Mr. President, should be our number one priority so that your government and state has the proper foundation with which to grow." OOC: What makes you say that Atticus, the long-winded post or the pic. I can tell you the post took longer than the pic did :lol: I probably do have too much time on my hands now that I'm out for holiday :P |
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| Ulgania | Dec 18 2009, 11:07 PM Post #20 |
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OOC: I'll play along. It's right up my ally, if you don't mind low-key infiltration and high-drama characters. IC: "Chancellor D'Annunzio, here are the latest intel reports on Kazakhstan," Thaddeus Barbaro said to Emmanuelle as they entered ST9's Central-Asian control room. Barbaro, being the head of ST9 was personally accompanying the chancellor to give him the run down. "At this point, we know of both Welch and Confederate activities, but there has been little to speak of. Satellites show of little actual human life, but we were able to detect activity when we monitored the Welch incursion. "Sir, they entered bearing white flags. They were decimated." Emmanuelle looked up from a binder holding several different printed reports, to the large monitors displaying satellite feeds and cycling through images that it had caught earlier on. Emmanuelle was taken aback by the brief highlights of activity. "They're smart. They made their moves when it was as overcast as possible." "Very true sir. They're masking their movements well," Thaddeus said, nodding in agreement. "On top of that sir, these tactics are very Dominion in nature. Perhaps not as efficient, but..." "But a sign that the government that we have agreed to acknowledge (OOC: Assume Ulgania acknowledged Alikhan Baimenov in his transmission earlier) isn't the only contender," Emmanuelle said as he closed the binder. "We're not through with the Dominion. The DCA may be a leftover bastion, but we can do what's needed, when it's needed here in Africa. Kazakhstan is an entirely different theater." "Do you have a plan sir?" Thaddeus asked. "Indeed, I'm beginning to. I am having some of my late uncle's former Dominion experts called in. But I do have a task for you. I am very aware that hundreds of Ulganian 'volunteers' spent a great deal of time working for the Dominion, either as subversive agents here, or as soldiers in the Dominion itself, and I know many of them came home. If there are any that were in Nag Ehgoeg, have them brought to me as soon as possible," the supreme chancellor said with a level of authority that made Thaddeus imagine that it was really Roland Valentine standing in front of him instead of the younger Emmanuelle. "Of course sir. I will see to that right away." *** Two days later Upon returning to his office, Emmanuelle's secretary paged him. "Yes, what is it?" he asked. "Dr. Abdullah and Trizdam Pullserva are here to see you, sir," his secretary said over a digital line. "Please, send them in." The door to the chancellor's ornate office opened from the outside. Swinging inward, Pullsera walked in brandishing a cane and a limp from his extended detention in Porcu, and Tawfik Abdullah rolling into the office in an electric wheelchair. Emmanuelle rose to greet them. "Gentlemen," he said, "Welcome back to the chancellery." Abdullah had a brazen smile on his face. "Word reached me you have something up your sleeve for Kazakhstan. I wouldn't want to miss this." "Indeed," Pullserva said. "I've been able to follow the situation on my own for a while now. Seems like something Tres would want us in on." Emmanuelle smiled. "You two do have a reputation for these things. I doubt either of you would be willing to do some sort of excessively deep infiltration on your own this time, but you do have some experience in this." "And I'm sure you want to use us to help you use some former Dominion agents," Abdullah said. This made the chancellor laugh. "You two already know everything, don't you?" "We may not be on the chancellery payroll anymore, but I do have plenty of friends who are," Pullserva said. Abdullah chuckled as well. "Oh, I'm in the same boat. Tell me Emmanuelle, did you enjoy that grappling lesson with the albino?" "Now now gentlemen, I wouldn't want to arrest you two for treason before you could help me commit espionage would you?" Emmanuelle said, smiling in thanks that he could count on these people. They both nodded. "I can guarantee you, we will do all that we can," Pullserva said. "What's the status of your prisoners?" "Thaddeus paged me a few hours ago. Didn't you hear? They're in transit." *** "Rise and shine Medlow, rise and shine," a guard said through a tiny window with a sliding metal hole. It was Pieter Medlow's only source of light, food, and human contact. Over the last four years, it was all he had. Most days he did not even more. Two years earlier, he stopped speaking. In the last six months, he had considered not even moving anymore. He knew there was a camera somewhere in the room, so the two hours of exercise he committed himself to daily would make them call the bluff. Pieter had long ago assumed they would simply never open the door again. Then, there was a sound of metal rubbing on metal. It was a familiar sound to Pieter, one he had not heard since they threw him in the cell. The door opened, flooding him with light. Has it really been this long since my eyes felt light? I didn't think it would sting so. Perhaps it's a ploy to disorient me. "Pieter Medlow, your crimes are excessively sickening. However, we are going to give you a chance for you to atone for your sins," a voice that may have well been disembodied to Pieter said calmly. "You sure? I've grown rather accustomed to this cell, and the consistent meals." "You could say there's going to be a food crisis soon." "Then I really don't have a choice, now do I? It's to be expected I suppose, but is it really so necessary?" "No, it is not. You do have the freedom of choice. You could stay in that cell, or you could be shipped back with no hubbub to Nag Eghoeg. You would, in reward, collect intelligence, find Dominion hideouts, and help us build a dossier on what the hell is going on." "So want a double-agent now." "It's not like you have a choice. You're a sickening person. We want a sickening person. End of story." "Didn't I have a choice earlier?" "You have the choice of cooperating or being slammed in the chin with my rifle." "I like your attitude. I'm in." "You were 'in' the day we threw you in that cell." OOC: I feel like I've managed to develop an Ulganian sense of humor with my characters lately. Anyway, I'll do the usual concoction of a backstory and excuse for Pieter's entree to the country. I'll drop him in with some aid or something. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 18 2009, 11:17 PM Post #21 |
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OOC: Ulgania, should I bring this up in our meeting? |
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| Ulgania | Dec 18 2009, 11:27 PM Post #22 |
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OOC: A meeting like that lasts for a few hours, tops. So no. However we could have an 'emergency meeting' between involved nations once I RP an actual overt action. That said, don't expect information of Pieter to be released until later. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 19 2009, 11:45 AM Post #23 |
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The President took the black pen. "I have patrols heading as far South as Zhezkaghan, New Oxford and New Ghaffari. They're scouting out other survivors and bringing back supplies. We've also managed to reclaim hidden military bases here and here. My people are mostly armed with old Soviet weapons. Almost half of them are committed to the defence of this city. We have also made contact with the people of Pavlodar. They are an organised group of survivors, and though they have some reservations about formally recognising me as their rightful leader, they are an ally against the Dominion." The President then took the red pen. "The mainstay of the Dominion is much further south - in the ruins of Syntha Prime and Iron Glass. They exist far underground in complex bunker systems. I don't have the technical specifications - both cities are highly radioactive - but I know that any direct assault would be foolish. In anycase, the radioactivity makes these strongholds a prison. I do not believe that the Dominion forces can leave their bunkers. What they can do, however, is co-ordinate the forces left on the surface: like the forces which attacked you. We have me staunch resistance from the West. It would be reasonable to assume that the Dominion have a large presence in the cities of Priekule and Orsk. These forces, while certainly better equipped than we are, are also suffering from the destruction of intra-structure. The hi-tech nature of the Dominion army has rendered much of their equipment useless without the facilities to maintain it. I do not think that the Dominion has anything in the way of an airforce. "A 'ghost army' is exactly what they are. Their forces use highly coordinated river tactics to hit a target then melt away. They know the terrain even better than we do. They undoubtedly have hidden bases scattered across the nation. Perhaps more disturbingly, we have encountered survivors close to Dominion strongholds. These small settlements seemed to be thriving when we first made contact, but then when we came back to check on them they were gone - leaving no trace of the people living there. "But the Dominion is not the only enemy in this area. To the north is Kokshetau. It is a lawless place. Their bandits have harassed patrols we have sent into the area and sent raids to steal supplies from us. I have more than a quarter of my troops stationed at strategic points to intercept their raids and defend us from this menace." OOC: Throwing together a battlemap. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 19 2009, 11:51 AM Post #24 |
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"We are transmitting a battlemap of the area. The Dominion forces are operating as a gorilla army - striking one target with overwhelming force then disappearing. Much of their equipment has fallen into disrepair: we do not believe that they have an airforce. Additionally beware of bandit forces operating in the area." ****
Kaldin spat. "Why. Have. Your. People. Come. Here?" |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Dec 19 2009, 12:13 PM Post #25 |
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Posted Image Key Circles = Known held positions (larger are more important) Dotted Arrows = Troop/Scout movements Lines = Known troop placements Red = Dominion Forces Blue = Kazakh and allies Black = Unknown |
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