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| The Tanganorium Civil War; A spark of insurgency | |
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| Porcu | Apr 8 2011, 11:29 PM Post #76 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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EU Council Conference Room, Stockholm, Porcu Proper Posted Image Despite having sat in the chambers for over three hours without pause, the delegations from the memberstates that constituted the EU memberstates had said relatively little. Nothing of substance had come of the meeting thus far and while this may have angered some, it was hardly surprising considering the circumstances. Very much considered a candidate of peace and diplomacy during the presidential race, Gularis had yet to meet that expectation for the most pacifist of her supporters, but also had yet to take a clear and formal position with regard to the war in Tanganorium, which currently was going very badly for Porcu and the EU. Away from Stockholm for the time being, the task of hosting EU conferences and meetings was entrusted to her Prime Minister. "Ladies and gentlemen," Porcuian Prime Minister Lucius Ollo van der Vaars said, "while we have been wasting time sitting here, brave men and women have been sacrificing themselves for the sake of this Union and for the sake of those innocent civilians caught up in a terrible conflict." "Reports from EU and SDF commands state that our forces have essentially been routed or destroyed." the Prime Minister of Narvik said upon being given a sheet of paper by an assistant seated directly behind him. "Not only that, but the Confederates have also lost a substantial amount of men and equipment." added the Prime Minister of Araucanía. "We are deeply indebted to our friends and allies, but perhaps it is time we considered negotiating for a peaceful resolution to this war." "I agree! In addition, I think President Gularis would support this move, seeing how her political priorities are domestic in nature." said the Prime Minister of Montarorium Publius Seca Barnainus. "I know that President Gularis would, in fact, not support that course of action." Prime Minister van der Vaars rebutted. "While she detests the use of force and believes that more sophisticated, diplomatic solutions are preferable, she has not lost sight of the fact that war is an unfortunate event that occurs from time to time. The important thing is to make sure that war is not dragged on further than necessary and is a means only to a more prosperous and peaceful future." "Where is Gularis now?" another Prime Minister asked. "She is working diligently with a number of different nations to gather broad international support for the EU and its operations in Tanganorium. President Gularis realizes that the long-term effects of a protracted engagement in Tanganorium would cripple the image of the EU abroad and is working to secure a good image and to save face if things should continue to go downhill." Amid the discussions sat the Prime Minister of the Vulso Islands Sextus Albus Augurinus. His meeting in Rome had been intensely discreet and had gone unnoticed by anyone, but this latest talk of possibly ending the war in the near future didn't sit well with him. He had made an investment after all - a rather large investment, to be precise. He would have to proceed carefully, however, since he had initially been one of the strongest voices of the anti-war position when President Viriminus had began to push for action by the EU. "I do not think we need to be so pessimistic..." the well-tanned Prime Minister said as he adjusted the microphone directly in front of him. "Though I was very much against taking action at the beginning, it churns my stomach to think that there was still a chance, a hope, to salvage something from this conflict and we did not take the opportunity to do so. I would like to remind my colleagues that the EU has only put together a fraction of the total forces it is capable of doing so. Yes, the Porcuian Self-Defense Forces have taken quite a beating and suffered, but I think it is premature to give in at this moment." Surprised at what he just heard, for Augurinus' position was well publicized and known throughout the political community, Prime Minister van der Vaars asked him what he thought should be done. "This Council has only approved a small Task Force for combat operations. I suggest we utilize this time to approve of the creation of a reinforcement bloc of troops." Augurinus replied, knowing full well which soldiers he would send in to the hell that was Avaricum. ... The Seas Due East Of Avaricum, Tanganorium "My God..." The Porcuian Rear Admiral aboard the second of the MSDF aircraft carriers stared with utter shock at the chaos that surrounded him. With such noise around him - radio transmissions being forwarded and sent back and forth, commands shouted, damage reports given - it was a wonder the admiral could think at all. A few moments prior, a great cloud of smoke and fire extended into what had been a miraculously beautiful and clear sky as at least a dozen Zanzibar aircraft came screaming down upon the first of the MSDF carriers. Mimicking the technique used by their brothers in arms against the Confederate carriers, the Zanzibar pilots, upon realizing they were of little more use in the air, dove headlong into the carrier and quickly and utterly reduced it to mere pieces of expensive metal. Turning to his men, the Porcuian admiral ordered for every last gun and defense to be readied for the assault that was certain to come. The fighting continued to be intense in the skies above, but as time went on it was clear that the Porcuians enjoyed their better training, despite their being outnumbered. Critically, however, was time, and for the moment that was certainly not working in the Porcuians' favor. All the training in the world could not possibly be enough to overcome both the disadvantage of numbers and of time, but the Porcuians fought on anyway and continued to inflict heavy casualties. ... There were four transport aircraft that made up the initial EU Task Force, with two holding only ground soldiers and medical personnel and the other holding only light and medium vehicles and equipment. Despite a few bumps and bruises, the men aboard the first of the transports managed to exit safely and began to proceed directly for the airport, arriving at its edges a couple of minutes later. The second transporter did not fair so well. Landing amid particularly rough terrain, the transporter bounced awkwardly against the ground and tipped forward, eventually falling on its side and snapping the wing of the plane. The explosion that subsequently followed ensured that no one without the guidance of God would survive. The third and forth transports managed much like the first and were fortunate to fine a relatively safe landing spot. These last two were those carrying the vehicles and equipment, such as a couple of APCs and FIAT AS42. Unknown to those pilots and crews, the transports had quickly been surrounded by TIM fighters that had made their way from the neighboring suburbs. An initial barrage of RPGs missed their targets and exploded harmlessly some distance away, but just the noise was enough to frighten the EU soldiers. While only a handful of ground soldiers and one capable crew of an APC stayed to hold off and/or slow down these TIM fighters, the rest of the APCs and AS42s followed the path of those ground troops who had initially headed for the airport. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 11 2011, 12:54 AM Post #77 |
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The Confederate aircraft carriers were either sinking or dead in the water, with one having enough of its functions to begin its retreat before it met the fate of the others. However, this had sent the enemy planes into a frenzy, diving into various cruisers and frigates of the Zanzibar Navy. Quite a few were shot down before they hit, but at least half hit their marks and so the Zanzibar Navy incurred heavy losses for its victory against the heart of the Confederate fleet. Once all the enemy fighters were gone, one way or another, they focused what remained of the air force against Porcu's remaining carrier, effectively defenseless now, and proceeded to sink it before heading back to Zanzibar for refueling and ordinance. The fleet still held its blockade, but it still had to deal with the Confederate push, and here they would need support fire to stop them. However, wit hthe Light of Zanzibar now out of the field of battle, it would have to rely on land-based launchers. Targetting one missile per ship so as to do some damage to the whole fleet, Manta anti-ship missiles were ordered to be launched. -------------------- TIM guerrillas, still recovering from the earlier battle, staved off their own tired feelings as they brought their all against the three transports. Cassio had followed them, carrying the canister launcher with him, though with his shoulder still bandaged, he merely relayed his orders this time. It wouldn't be too much more useful though...canister launchers only carried five shells each on their own. Two had been used on the airfield, a third had been launched at one of the transports carrying tanks, but had failed to detonate. With only two shots left, Cassio and his men would have to nurse them well. However, unlike the airport, which had been a fortified position that the TIM had even now not yet fully taken (they had the airfield, the civillian airport, had destroyed the tower and had a third of the airbase, but the remaining two thirds continued to fight hard with the constant danger of reversing their losses), this field was an utterly impromptu battleground, near TIM-held areas. The enemy had the training, but TIM had the homefield advantage and numbers here. And to prove this point, Cassio ordered the canister-launcher to fire on one of the transports carrying equipment...and this time it wasn't a dud. --------------------- "The enemy is closing in, amir," Ali announced, "They still have three surface ships pursuing us but-" Suddenly the sonar set off the attack alarm. Ali ran to the sensors to see the readings before he announced, "Enemy subs have fired from abaft, far closer than before! We have no time to dodge-!" "Release depth-charges and countermeasures!" Captain Sultan exclaimed, "They may be smart to close in, but they should be reminded that there is a reason submarines keep their distance!" "Yes amir!" And then, as though in great symphony, there were explosions of depth-charges, countermeasures, torpedoes...and even a submarine or two that had gotten too close. They all went off in a strangely poetic order that could have been easily put to song. However, when the jets of water had finally settled, the ship had suffered some damage. Mild flooding occured in several compartments, though they were still controllable, and the aft torpedo launcher was out of commission. "We cannot take much more of this, amir," worried Ali as he looked over the reports, "What do we do?" "We go to torpedoes," Sultan replied, "Not to worry though...only a few more miles..." Ali gave a quizzical look. "We've entered the French waters of Madagascar," he replied to the unanswered question. Ali, who hadn't looked that the mapping interface on his console since fighting had broken out hours ago, suddenly gave a quick glance, "It will take another mile or two for their radar to see us, but we're almost home free." "But...why amir?" Ali asked, "We're leaving the fight?" "No," Sultan replied, "This is to be our shield and a mere pitstop. The destination is far further." "I understand, amir." They waited for the next move. |
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| NRE | Apr 16 2011, 08:49 AM Post #78 |
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The fleet was pushing hard against the enemy blockade and was making good progress in driving a deep hole into the wall that they had created. The Confederate aircraft that had given their lives for the battle had done much in damaging the enemy ships enough for the fleet to finish them off. It was good progress into enemy missiles and other bombardments were coming from the shores of Zanzibar itself, along with the continued attack of enemy aircraft. Admiral Williams began surveying his fleet, or more precisely what remained of it. The Bermuda fleet had taken a great beating at the hands of the Zanzibar blockade, especially due to that enemy missile cruiser that Admiral now realize was not the Vallahalla Mk. I missile cruiser he'd seen in battle during the Dominion Wars. In what can only be describe as a brief moment of pure slow motion in his mind, the Admiral looked over the raging waters of the battlefield as more strikes came against his fleet, more sailors lost their lives. It was a slow symphony of pure bloodshed and in the Admiral's mind, he could not come up with a definitive reason of why his men should be risked in such a useless way. "Radio the fleet" said the Admiral in a striking tone. "All ships are to begin a organized create, we'll regroup in international waters." "Admiral?" asked the radio officer puzzled. "I underestimated the Negros resolve as well as their weaponry and mastery thereof" said the Admiral, this time in a tone of regret. "This is a mistake I promise not to make twice but for now this battle is lost. We must leave the field and regroup. Have all parties disengage the search for the missile cruiser as well and have them return to the fleet." "Aye Admiral." It took some time for the fleet to disengage completely and word was sent to the Porcu, in encrypted message, of what the Confederates were doing. Surely even they knew that the battle was lost and would most likely follow in the same manner. The enemy got more shots in before the last of the Confederate ships were out of range. The Admiral was almost complete sure that only aircraft would dare to follow the retreating Confederates as anything more would risk stretching the blockade thin. __________________________________ The attack from the Light of Zanzibar had indeed cost the Confederate pursuers three submarines. However, instead of yet another attack against the enemy cruiser, the Zanzibar crew witnessed at one by one the submarines began disappearing on radar, moving well out of range of the ship. So to did those ships that remained on the surface. This new lion of the sea had won her first major engagement on the open seas. The Confederates conceded defeat to her for now, but this was just one battle and as far as the Confederates were concerned, the war was far from over. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 16 2011, 04:07 PM Post #79 |
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"They're retreating, amir?" Ali said, incredulous as he looked at the radar and the sonar. "It appears so," replied Captain Sultan, "Nevertheless, do not let our guard down. We are to continue south through the French waters of Madagascar." "But amir, if they're retreating, won't we have to regroup?" Ali asked, perplexed. "The enemy is likely regrouping," Sultan explained, "and as bravely as we have fought, it is very likely we won't be so lucky. Certainly, the enemy fleet will make us a priority in its next offense." "Then, amir, we die for Zanzibar!" Ali exclaimed, pumping his fist. Sultan smiled, "Indeed we will," Sultan consoled, "But with a worthy sacrifice. Besides, we have different orders from the rest of the fleet, but I'll relay it to you in due time." "Yes, amir!" "Make sure we refuel and resupply at one of the French ports as well. It will be a long trip." -------------- With the enemy disengaging and the Zanzibar fleet nearly broken and their air power destroyed, they too began to regroup, but only after they made sure no Confederate or Porcuian ship made it through. Edited by Kasnyia, Apr 16 2011, 04:08 PM.
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| Porcu | Apr 23 2011, 09:30 PM Post #80 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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As many lives as possible were saved and bodies salvaged from the salty waters of the Western Indian Ocean when the only operational aircraft carrier of the Maritime Self-Defense Forces began to push away from the field of battle. The carrier had taken a number of hits, some serious, but fortunately it was still very much capable of defending itself and fielding a number of aircraft. However, with only one carrier for use, many Porcuian aircraft struggled to stay in the sky and wait for space to clear on the deck or try to make it back to shore as a last-ditch effort. Many would not make it. ... A loud and devastating explosion tore apart the last of the transport aircraft, which had just managed to land more or less in one piece, and scraps of metal flew past those EU soldiers who were in the vicinity. The force of the explosion forced many to the ground, yet instilled in them a very real and tangible sense of what exactly they were getting themselves into. With precious equipment lost without even a chance for its use against the enemy, EU commanders pushed their foot soldiers onward towards the small airport and airfield. Those EU soldiers which had been lucky enough to survive the landing, disembark, and make it to the edge of the field found a scene of near chaos in front of them. Technicals ablaze, dead and wounded insurgents laying next to local gendarmes and police, and a crater and mass of rubble the only signs of where the control had once stood. Those local police and gendarme forces, which clung onto roughly two-thirds of the airbase with all their might, were absolutely ecstatic at the arrival of the EU Taskforce. A cry of relief mixed with a high-pitched battlecry made Velin freeze in his tracks for a moment until he realized it was his own men that were the source of the noise. Turning, Velin spotting the group of EU soldiers emerging from a patch of tall grass and readied himself. As the EU forces advanced and cut down insurgent after insurgent, Velin popped out from his place of cover and took down two insurgents of his own, before searching for cover again. Immensely thankful of the relief, Velin only hoped the battle would end quickly so that he could rest and catch his breath. ... Aboard the Capua, Medical Research Laboratory Despite the intense attack the remaining Porcuian aircraft carrier experienced courtesy of the Zanzibar airforce, operations within the ship itself went on relatively unstopped. Except for a few close calls, scientists working in the carrier's medical research laboratory were able to preserve all their hard work and effort - their goal naturally being to discover some antidote or vaccine against this newest strain of the ungodly Typhoon plague. Just as Confederate forces were pulling back from the arena (known only to the highest commanders and Supreme Command), a miraculous discovery had been made. "Holy shit...HOLY SHIT!!!" "What?!?" "You've done it?" "Look! Look! Just look at this!" "...Wait...Oh...This is...I can't fucking believe it!" "Alert the Lieutenant, we've got to get this out!" "You've done it, you magnificent bastard! You've done it!" OOC: I didn't want to forget about our special agents, NRE, so hopefully we can get them well enough again to go back and do their work in Tanganorium. Hope you don't mind this Kas. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 23 2011, 10:38 PM Post #81 |
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OOC - Do bear in mind that the blockade is still holding....I said they'd return home, but only as soon as they eliminated the threat. So I don't mind you surviving (as long as the ship eventually succumbs), but I don't see how they'll make it to Tanganorium just yet. |
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| NRE | Apr 25 2011, 12:44 PM Post #82 |
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OOC: Porcu, what's your Western African territory called? IC: It took the battered Confederate fleet began their voyage around the Cape of Good Hope and northward towards the western African port of the EU. Docking in friendly waters, the Confederate fleet would be able to get much needed repairs although in engineers would be asked to make the repairs in record time. The Admiral had contacted the Confederate Navy while he was en route to the Port. Engineers and supplies were flown in although it would take another day for them to arrive. Porcuian officials of course offered their Confederate allies what supplies they had at the port until Confederate supplies arrived. Also en route and a mere two days away was the Bermuda fleets back up, ships of the Gulf Fleet that had been dispatched to assist. This include two much needed aircraft carriers as well as supply and support ships. The Confederates could and would do nothing until they arrived. Admiral Williams however, believed that a better strategy was necessary if they were going to break the blockade and decided that once he made it to the port, he would take it upon himself to meet with his counterparts and whomever else was running this show directly. Edited by NRE, May 4 2011, 12:27 PM.
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| Kasnyia | Apr 25 2011, 05:30 PM Post #83 |
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OOC- A day. Really. Wouldn't it be easier just to head to Ulgania? Ah well... IC- Unknown to the Confederate fleet, the ZRN Light of Zanzibar had also been making the trip around the Cape, but for a different mission. Having a little over a day's headstart on them, they hoped to use this time delay to their advantage.... |
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| NRE | Apr 25 2011, 09:09 PM Post #84 |
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OOC: Well time is after all relative :lol: An I suppose we could have but the C.S.A. has no formal relations with them and would feel better being in an EU territory. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 29 2011, 11:22 PM Post #85 |
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OOC- Assuming you aren't at the port yet, NRE. Gonna do what I was gearing the Light of Zanzibar for before you arrive. IC- They had passed Madagascar before they noticed the Confederate remnants were heading in their general direction. At first it had been thought that their subs were still tracking them, which made Captain Sultan and his crew cautious. But after several manouvers to lose them as they reached the anarchic coast of South Africa, Sultan realized that the enemy was not aware that the Light of Zanzibar was ahead of them. Maintaining their distance away from their sensors, Captain Sultan ordered the ship (whose class was known for their nigh-unstoppable speed) to full speed as they rounded the African cape. Once they were near friendly waters of the DCA, they stayed very close to the coastline, where it would be difficult to detect them even if the enemy knew where to look. As they entered the Gulf of Benin a few days later, they went out further to sea, away from the busy sealanes, until they were in the Byzantine Province of the Canary Islands. They used the cover of night and kept to the unpopulated and underpopulated regions of the archipelago, knowing full well that Constantinople was against the DCA and thus Zanzibar by association. They looked for a particularly isolated island far west of the chain. They stopped by, unloaded sailors and some equipment on the island itself and quietly took it over during the night, as the inhabitants slept. Meanwhile, the missile cruiser, itself anchored some thousand feet away from the picturesque beach in the shallow bay, began loading its 48 missile tubes. Unlike before, where it loaded hundreds of anti-ship missiles, this time, for the first time in its active career, it loaded ICBMs, courtesy of the DCA along with the ship. Each ICBM was MIRV capable and took up an entire silo for itself. However, the warheads were not nuclear (the DCA reportedly only had a small Dominion-era stockpile which was not only publically denied, but jealously guarded as they did not yet have the capability of building any of their own), but WERE thermobaric and they numbered ten warheads per missile and each had the power of an atom bomb. And in a few hours, as the peaceful Byzantine citizens of the Canaries slept, unknowing their predicament, forty-eight missiles would be prepped on a hair trigger and deadman switch, awaiting the Confederate fleet whom they had realized was going their for regrouping and repairs at their target... |
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| Porcu | May 1 2011, 05:58 PM Post #86 |
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The air that morning was particularly chilly and despite feeling better than any other day in his immediate memory, Von Falkenhayn couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. Looking over across the pale orange morning sky at the Confederate special agent he had come to find as a reliable partner, Von Falkenhayn considered their next moves. Having commandeered a small jet aircraft from the last of the Porcuian aircraft carriers before she too had succumbed to the naval forces of Zanzibar that constituted the blockade, the two agents were currently descending back down into the city they had nearly been unable to leave with their lives. There was no shortage of heroics from the sailors and officers aboard that last carrier and while Von Falkenhayn carried with him a small vile of the antidote, a successful effort was made to forward the research of the medical staff to Stockholm. Gazing to the ground below, smoke columns could still be seen climbing up from a spot no longer readily recognizable... |
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| NRE | May 4 2011, 12:33 PM Post #87 |
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OOC: Porcu I'll let you setup the scene with the agents more before I take my part in that as I feel a bit forgetful about that particular part. Also, I've edited my last post to reflect Kas's post, so that we're better on the same page. Kas given I don't known entirely who and what the missiles are aimed at, I'll keep this brief, let you setup and commence the attack, and then I'll response accordingly. IC: The Confederate fleet and what remained of their Porcuian allies, sputtered along running mostly on reserve power and at half the speed that their ships usually ran when at 100%. They were now hours from the port where the fleet would receive its much needed repairs and it was a blessing to most as the ships were not in the best of shape. Some supplies had already been received at the port via Confederate air power but others had been delayed, much to the Admiral's dismay as this would likely mean more of a down time than he was particularly comfortable with. To make matters worse, reinforcements had been delay by another day as ships from the Gulf fleet had ran into a storm out in the mid-Atlantic. The turn around back to Zanzibar was going to take more time and not nearly be as quick as the Admiral had hoped and this frustrated the Admiral. He'd likely take it out on his Porcuian counterpart once they made land and he was able to sit down in a meeting with them. Having see the blockade first hand, he was already devising a better plan against the enemy but would of course need the agreement of his counterpart and his own superiors back in Atlanta. |
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| Kasnyia | May 10 2011, 01:05 PM Post #88 |
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As soon as the ZRN Light of Zanzibar's radar confirmed that Confederate fleet had arrived at the main port of the territory, the information was forwarded to Captain Mir Firdous Sultan. "Amir, the enemy has entered the target zone," First Officer Mahmoud Ali announced, unable to keep the giddiness from his voice, "Your orders?" "Fire." ------- At once, the 48 silo doors on the top deck opened together. The liquid-fueled ICBMs were raised on the silos' internal erectors. A few moments later, the missles fired off, two at a time, within seconds of each other, starting from the silos closest to the bow all the way down to the bridge. Though the range from the Canaries to the target could potentially be handled by IRBMs, only an ICBM could be MIRV-capable with the MOAB sized warheads. And so 480 warheads went into the sky, each targetting a particular portion of the territory. ------- Missiles and their MOAB warheads rained all over the North West Africa territory, destroying infrastructure such as ports and airports, leveling whole cities, glassing the desert sands and setting ablaze the savannas and forests. In one fell swoop, all that Porcu and the EU had built in the area was destroyed. Many were dead, and though the territory still remained in the hands of Porcu and the EU, it would take many decades before it became as it once was. It was overkill by anyone's measure. ------- In the Canaries, the island residents became aware of the ship as it fired, alerting the Byzantine authorities. Already however, the ship was pulling the anchor and heading due west...though where was unknown. |
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| NRE | May 16 2011, 10:24 AM Post #89 |
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"We are still not getting any responses from our radio transmissions captain" said the first officer of the CSS Houston to his captain, Ryan Hill. Commander of the Gulf fleet that had been dispatch to assistance Admiral Williams with operations in Africa, they were still several hours out from the ports where they were to meet up with the Admiral and what remained of his fleet. For several minutes now the Captain had his radioman try and make contact with the Admiral so that he could make his hourly report to on their progress but so far only static could be heard on the other end. This was unlike an admiral of Williams decoration, to not answer for an hourly report. Captain Hill was worried and put his ships on high alert before leaving the bridge and going straight for his communication's room. "Get me a video feed to fleet command" the Captain ordered as he stood by the monitor. His communication's officers on duty went straight to work and within seconds he was face to face with Admiral Charles Winstead, Chief of Staff for the Confederate Navy. "Admiral" said the Captain as he saluted, "I was not expecting the privelege...." "Captain save the pleasantries" said the Admiral cutting Hill off. "While they're much appreciated, we have little time. We assume you're calling in because you can't reach Admiral Williams. Well as of 02:00 hours ago satellites making a sweep of the area picked up major explosions through the ports and inland territories of Admiral Williams location. We've since be unable to contact his ship or anyone in the region. Our experts have gone over the footage and believe the strike's destructive power was just short of nuclear holocaust. " "Your fleet is the closest to the area, your new orders is search and rescue as well as providing whatever relief you can to whomever may have survive this incredible attack. We have several cargo planes in route to your present location, hold out until their arrival. They're carrying gear and supplies as well as men on put on the ground." "Yes sir Admiral" said the Captain. "We'll hold on our present location until those supplies arrive." "An Captain, we don't know where that ship is" said the Admiral with a grim look on his face, "If you haven't already, put the feet on high alert and be prepared for anything." "Of course Admiral, we'll be ready...." Edited by NRE, May 16 2011, 10:25 AM.
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| Porcu | May 21 2011, 12:05 PM Post #90 |
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It was truly eerie for both special agents once they arrived back on solid ground. Von Falkenhayn and Thorton lost no time in moving to available shelter and cover after landing and unhooking from their parachutes, and both keep their firearms at ready. Generously provided with compact submachine guns before they left the Porcuian carrier, the two agents thought it best not to waste time in waiting. However, just as they began their dart away from the airfield, the two agents were spotted by EU soldiers, who had not yet been seen by Von Falkenhayn or Thorton. Mistaken for TIM insurgents, the EU soldiers began to fire upon the agents, but were quickly stopped by Captain Velin. The assault upon the airfield by TIM had been called off just an hour or so before and Velin was correct in thinking it odd that a few stragglers would stay behind. Through Porcuian military procedure, both special agents were positively identified by Velin from a distance before being approached openly. "So, what the hell happened here?" Von Falkenhayn asked Velin after brief introductions. "I could ask the same about you boys out at sea. Here, however, things only recently calmed down." "TIM assault?" Thorton asked, taking a glance at the still burning technicals and modified trucks off in the distance. "That's right. We lost the control tower and use of the strip during the battle, but managed to keep the airport and surrounding airfield. This small force of EU soldiers is all that's left of a larger force that arrived initially. We haven't yet gotten around to counting and gathering the dead. What news do you boys have?" "Well, the Zanzibar blockade is still in place, so there's a no-go for reinforcements or supplies by sea. Most of the MSDF fleet here was wiped out and the Confederates took a hell of a beating." Von Falkenhayn replied. "Shit..." Velin said under his breath. "Good news is that scientists aboard the carrier seemed to have discovered an antidote to whatever the hell is spreading around Avaricum. Porcu's racing to manufacture supplies to send here, but I dunno how long that'll take." Thorton added. After a brief pause Velin asked, "So...what's next for the boys of the Abwehr and the OSS?" "Head back to Avaricum, for starters." Von Falkenhayn said. "Still waiting for orders though." "Mind helping out here a bit before leaving?" "Not at all." |
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| Porcu | Jul 2 2011, 04:04 PM Post #91 |
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OOC: Just to make sure this doesn't fade away. This is meant to take awhile though IC, so until everyone is able to RP again fully, we'll slowly add to this without a problem. IC: The smoke cleared. The sun shone. The waves crashed upon the pristine beaches outside of Avaricum. All was seemingly as it should be. Seemingly. From the climax of the death and destruction wrought from the vicious clash of arms at sea came a tranquil and almost eery atmosphere. The past several of weeks had seen a dramatic shift in the conflict, as the western media termed it, or the civil war, as TIM called it. True, the calm that had descended across Avaricum was occasionally disrupted by the explosion of a car bomb and the shrill cries of mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters who had lost loved ones, but there was very much a different feel - a different style - to events. Despite rather difficult logistics, EU military forces, still officially titled as peacekeepers, were slowly streaming into the little stretch of land that remained free from TIM control - the bit of land that hugged the coast and struggled to maintain its existence as "Tanganorium". The "beefed up" military situation did little, however, in immediately improving the humanitarian crisis within the capital. Streets were still very much littered with rotting corpses, none of them African, and hundreds were estimated to be dying of hunger and thirst. The biological agent that had swept through the city and the surrounding countryside had only just been contained, and only after basic and vital functions of the city's maintenance had been devastated. Fortunately, after the discovery of a likely solution this newer plague aboard a Porcuian aircraft carrier, Porcuian pharmaceutical companies and government scientists worked nonstop in perfecting and manufacturing such a solution. With as much attention to its safe travel into the city as that given to stopping TIM battle groups at the borders, the medication was beginning to make its way to those who needed it the most. All in all, the situation in Avaricum was, under the most improbable conditions, getting better. Unfortunately, the same could not be said elsewhere. The city of Dodoma had held out for as long as it possibly could, and against all odds had survived a number of powerful and coordinated attacks by well-armed TIM fighters, but in the end it simply could not stand alone. Long surrounded and essentially trapped from any outside assistance, the second largest city in the country fell into TIM hands in a rather anti-climatic fashion. One day, without a single shot fired in defense - for there were no shots left to fire - TIM fighters strode into the city square and tore down the flag of Tanganorium and crudely erected their own flag. Videos later surfacing from various channels on the internet showed this, in addition to several repulsive acts of the victors, including the rape of women and adolescent girls, the beheading of men and the subsequent parading of their bodies, and the burning of books and money. Further north, on the waters edge of Lake Victoria, the city of Mwanza fought for its survival. For some time, Mwanza had been a secondary target for TIM and consequently had some ability to recover from numerous attacks, but after Dodoma's capitulation and Avaricum's reinforcement this was no longer the case. Denied much in terms of weaponry, the city was desperate for any assistance it could get and any relief from the increase in attacks it had to fight off. It still managed to carry on though, but the situation was tense. |
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| Kasnyia | Jul 17 2011, 07:02 PM Post #92 |
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OOC- We ain't dead yet. With the forum coming back to life sorta, I'll get this kickin' again. IC- By now there were only two strongholds left under the control of the Porcuian colonial forces. One was Avaricum, but it held only due to its size and the lack of significant numbers of heavy weaponry on the part of TIM. The other was the Lake Victoria Cantonment that held on to Tanganyika's freshwater coastline in the hinterland. As the latter was cut off from reinforcements, supplies, and was smaller (though better defended), and as clandestine supplies from the DCA were closer here, the local TIM militia decided to make an all out assault on Lake Victoria. It's capture was both strategic (controlling a very important source of water for the whole region) and symbolic in that the enemy would have forever lost the hinterlands with the loss of the cantonment. Preparations were now in the process of being made. |
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| Kasnyia | Oct 9 2011, 07:11 PM Post #93 |
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The attack started at midnight. Within minutes a two pronged attack, one on the water and the other from the hinterland proper, was fully in bloom and placing heavy strain on the Cantonment's defenses. Unlike in Avaricum, the TIM also had air power from captured Porcuian military airfields bombarding the main fortress along the coast. OOC- Decided to get this finished up. Hate leaving a war incomplete. |
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| Kasnyia | Oct 12 2011, 05:11 PM Post #94 |
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OOC- Yoo hoo? :( |
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| Porcu | Oct 17 2011, 10:52 AM Post #95 |
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The pristine waters of the Lake contrast well with the soiled landscape and corrupted fibers of our hearts. I was told early that life was not fair, but this is difficult to accept...God, let me die. Let me take a few last breaths of contaminated air peacefully. I will even take shrapnel or a bullet, should I not be blessed with a quiet termination...The Lake is so beautiful on a clear day and her glistening water is the only source of joy for a fleeting soul such as mine...Soon it will be over. I just hope they take care of the Lake. - Decimus Mowanga Avaemia [diary discovered with remains, positively identified 47 years after capitulation of Mwanza] Oh, the forces defending the last stretches of Tanganorese territory hugging the shores of Lake Victoria were anticipating the offensive of the TIM all right. It was inevitable. That day would come. However, it was also just as inevitable that her defenders would fall and be scattered like pieces of glass upon a concrete floor. Assistance from EU and Porcuian aerial forces in Avaricum was not possible, for the risks involved in traversing hundreds of kilometers over well occupied territory were enormous. Likewise, reinforcements of supplies and soldiers had long faded as a possibility, and so the local gendarmes managed with what they could. Hopes for a meager, but continued and "free" existence stayed in the minds of those groups of men and women huddled around makeshift fires. Shattered like glass upon a concrete floor. Hope and physical, tangible defenses alike crumbled and collapsed in those early morning hours. One would like to imagine scenes of immeasurable courage - women putting themselves between the barrel of a rifle and their children; of men flinging themselves into packs of TIM insurgents crashing against barricaded defenses like water upon the rocks - but that would be dishonest and dilute the morality of those who did choose the path of heroism, suffering, and stupidity. Unlike the fall of Dodoma, Mwanza was a struggle. Like the fall of Dodoma, the psychological damage was deep and far-reaching, especially to those in Avaricum. In the end, exact figures of the dead were never reported and official estimates are three to four times higher than those commonly reported. Lake Victoria? Her waters still glisten under a radiant sun. |
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| Kasnyia | Oct 17 2011, 11:21 AM Post #96 |
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In their victory, the TIM did not celebrate long. Avaricum remained to be taken and soon the freedom fighters began to organize a push toward the capital.... OOC- Perhaps we should continue negotiations? |
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| Porcu | Nov 6 2011, 12:37 AM Post #97 |
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The news of the slaughter at Mwanza and the raping of the Victoria Lake province was not taken well by the EU Council. His country reduced to a sliver of territory desperately hugging the coast and his people ever more at the mercy of the Islamist TIM, Prime Minister in exile Servius Servianus Luminus cried briefly. No one left their own seat to console the man, but the sorrow and fear was dense and palpable. The Abwehr had initially begun a death count, but stopped counting at around 6,000 and projected the true total to be closer to 70- or 80,000. Soon after the entire territory had fallen, TIM insurgents had gone about setting entire villages on fire and digging crude mass graves. On the other hand, the situation in Avaricum had improved dramatically. Though electricity was limited and a fragile commodity, hospitals were able to remain open and serviced whomever they could. A couple of hospitals had been the targets of mortar fire, but the staff pressed on and dedicated themselves to clearing whatever rubble they could before returning to the patients. Local police and gendarmes patrolled the streets alongside EU forces, officially labeled as peacekeepers, and some semblance of order returned to the capital city of Tanganorium. Despite being heavily outnumbered, the defenders could count on the small number of heavy equipment to even out the odds of any particular engagement, of which there seemed to be a major one every other day. Citizens and soldiers alike tuned in religiously to the international broadcast of the PBC's radio news program in the hope that, at least, humanitarian assistance would come as part of a preliminary agreement. As Aristotle said, "Hope is the dream of the waking man." ... The Western shores of the island of Unguja, The Republic of Zanzibar Two figures, cloaked in darkness, moved swiftly from their positions on the soft sands towards a nestle of bushes and shrubs a few meters away. Faces painted, their bodies disguised by dark attire, submachine guns at the ready - the figures coordinated their moves in near perfect unison and silently floated towards a seaside village, a mere stone's throw from the town of Makoba. A number of houses provided faint lighting, enough to make out unknown figures relatively near by, but this did not deter the two shadowy figures from slipping right into the middle of the village. Momentarily stopping against the side of a beach hut, the two figures motioned to each other before passing onto the next hut. Just ahead from their current location, a modern, two-story structure could be seen, and the two figures wasted no time in approaching it. The faint noise of a radio could be heard from an open window on the first floor, in addition to the occasional laughing, cheering, and swearing of the usual card game. Just a little louder than a slight gust of wind, though just as fast, the two figures breached the structure and moved to a spacious kitchen and dining room. Seven Zanzibari soldiers were eliminated in the blink of an eye and any remaining soldiers in the building were discovered and dispatched easily enough. Fifteen minutes later, the bodies had been disposed and care was taken to make sure that suspicion had not been aroused. "Well, that wasn't too bad." Von Falkenhayn said with a smirk. "Not at all." Thorton replied. "When do you want to move on?" "I'd say we have no more than a few hours, seeing as dawn is...four hours away." Von Falkenhayn said while looking at his watch. "I doubt there's anything useful here, but feel free to take a look. I'll update Command." Thorton gave a simple nod and left Von Falkenhayn alone while communication was established and orders updated. In the end, by the time both operatives were ready to leave, the message was simple: Intelligence regarding Zanzibari defenses imperative. Stop. Intelligence on leadership, connections to DCA important. Stop. Necessity for discreetness critical. Stop. Failure unacceptable. Stop. |
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| NRE | Mar 20 2012, 03:39 PM Post #98 |
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A few days after the Aksum Peace Summit... With the signing of the Aksum Peace Accord, the Federation wasted little time in implementing the basic tenants of the treaty. Arriving in Zanzibar was Secretary Alexander Kosrof, lead foreign affairs secretary for the Federation. Arriving by aircraft he was greeted by Zanzibar officials who were pleased to meet a fellow African power, much as they were pleased with the support they'd already received from the Democratic Confederacy of Africa. Kosrof's role in Zanzibar was simple, he was their governments direct link with Aksum, the Federation's liaison to Zanzibar. They had been told of his arrival by the DCA leadership so they had already made accommodation for the Secretary, so he'd be able to work with ease while he remained on the island. A day after his arrival, the first ships of the Federation's navy began showing up in Zanzibar ports. The fleet was mostly comprised of cruisers and destroyers, along with the Federation's first aircraft carrier FSS Aksum which would serve as the primary command center for the sea-lane operation. Before the day was complete, routes and schedules were made and Federation ships were now patrolling the sea-lane as per the treaty. They were ready to escort and oversee the first aid ships whom were undoubtedly already on course to the area. OOC: I assume you both just wanted to continue the story here.... Edited by NRE, Mar 20 2012, 04:14 PM.
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| Kasnyia | Mar 20 2012, 05:50 PM Post #99 |
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With their guns now at rest, DCA forces, a combination of the Confederated African Regular Army and SCORPION, entered the territory and immediately established a buffer zone between the remaining Porcuian forces centered around the war-weary capital, and the rest of Tanganyika. In the hinterlands, a horde of DCA bureaucrats began to enter whatever governing structures remained and started to provide civil services to the shell-shocked population. As for the TIM, some disappeared into the jungle, intent on carrying on their conflict as renegades, some signed up to join the CARA, but most turned in their weapons and went back to the fields and factories. In Zanzibar, though the DCA continued to maintain its embassy, it quietly began to pack up its intelligence gathering and military training operations. |
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| Porcu | Mar 31 2012, 08:28 PM Post #100 |
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The silence that prevailed in those first weeks following the negotiations in Askum was greeted more by paranoia than by jubilation. Many who had seen the carnage of the countryside told their neighbors of the customary pause in war. This was not the end, they said, and what hoped remained for them when a predator prepares for the final strike against its prey? Others, fortunately, paid no heed to these words. All citizens, whether carpenters or physicists, organized themselves and partnered with EU and Porcuian military forces to begin the long cleanup. In the weeks and months that followed, forgotten and undiscovered bodies were unearthed and found anew. The pain for many families would simply have to continue. Quietly, the leadership of Tanganorium regrouped, even the exiled Prime Minister and his family returned from Stockholm, and made what provisions they could for the reconstruction effort. In a decision heavily influenced by their new political boundaries, the Tanganorese renamed their local, city institutions as national ones, thereby ending the Republic of Tanganorium and giving birth to the City-state of Avaricum. With direct approval from Stockholm, and words of encouragement from the rest of the newly named HPCO, the Prime Minister expanded his powers and would remain in power until an HPCO Commission deemed reconstruction progress satisfactory enough to hold regular elections again. The consolidation of the local government can be extended by metaphor to the citizenry she represented. Volunteers from around the world doing their best to provide help noticed that the long conflict had hardened those that survived. There were regular occurrences of beatings, sometimes stabbings and shootings, of individuals who were mistaken to have been involved with the TIM. Of course, there were those who had given assistance and shelter, but many of them had fled as soon as the fogy peace had settled. However, god help those that were discovered. It was understandable, but nevertheless ironic that in a state of laws and equal protection there were none that seemed to protect those particular individuals. |
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