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| Yoloys | Apr 15 2014, 09:54 AM Post #51 | ||
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The port city of Atyen remained eerily silent. News of the destruction caused in Mojyke, reached Atyen like a heat-seeking missile. Fear had spread across the vicinity like wildfire. Whilst the plainclothes operatives chatted silently among themselves, a veiled woman entered the smoky hookah bar. In this part of the island, it was not unusual to see religious individuals inside of places like these. The hookah culture of Atyen was well known across the Middle East. As the woman walked pass the plainclothes operatives, she conspicuously dropped a sealed envelope onto the grimy table top. Within a few seconds, the mysterious woman disappeared. |
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| Whal | Apr 16 2014, 07:31 PM Post #52 | ||
"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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With Mojyke firmly under Whaladyan control the invasion force began to turn its attention north towards Nicosia. The capital and largest city in Yoloys, Nicosia was the ceremonial and official head of the Yoloyese government and where Whaladyan control would be most effective. It would be about 80 miles from Mojyke to Nicosia and Whaladyan forces would have to travel through strange and mostly hostile terrain. Some Ranger detachments were tasked with securing a series of villages en route to ensure the flanks were properly protected. Isfa was nothing more than a smattering of a few brick houses located adjacent to a small creek and a fairly large forest. Intelligence reports from the day earlier had classified the village as "openly hostile" to Whaladyan forces and the belief was that militia routinely used the location as a gathering to attack the convoys headed towards the capital. Having been recently tasked with securing the village, 2nd Platoon prepared for the worst as their APCs slowly strolled into the central courtyard. They had been dead wrong. Nothing about the village matched the intelligence reports; even the geography was way off. Upon entering, the Whaladyans were greeted warmly by children who waved and cheered as they pulled up. Rather quickly, many of the rangers let their guard down and began interacting with the locals. "What the hell is this..", Faraj whispered to himself as he parked their jeep. "Man, Command fucked this up." "They're Alevis", Tarik said whilst waving, "Probably the only Yoloyese who are actually happy to see us. They won't hurt us, honestly they'll probably feed us." The Alevis of Yoloys had long been treated as second class citizens by their Daina and Sunni Muslim countrymen. Religious persecution ran deep on the small island nation, and as far back as 1975 a serious sectarian conflict had threatened to tear the country apart. Now, however, the Alevi population lived mostly in their own communities and many saw the Whaladyans as friends and as an opportunity for social change. Indeed, Alevis and Shi'a Muslims shared many religious beliefs and the Whaladyan army - being about 60% Shi'a - found credence with their plight. The Emirate was still run by Sunnis after all. "This can't be right", Tarik muttered as he fumbled with his radio. His platoon still did not have translators or even maps to discern their location. Tarik radioed their position back to Whaladyan forward command as his men began to play with the local children or lounge about in their vehicles. Many of the locals had referred to their village as Isk - meaning the Whaladyans had been directed to the wrong village. Since leaving Mojyke, the 2nd hadn't had much rest and if they were being honest, Isk didn't seem to be dangerous in the slightest. After a few more minutes of fraternization, Tarik ordered his men to leave the village and set up along a ridge line with a perfect view of the center. Tarik attempted to radio Whaladyan command from his new vantage point to change their orders... Suddenly, the unthinkable happened. Approximately a half hour after the 2nd left Isk, a second Whaladyan unit appeared in full battle array. Almost immediately and without warning, the unknown force opened up on the village with everything from small arms to the cannons on their BMPs. Villagers who fled their homes to run for cover or to reason with the Whaladyans were cut down indiscriminately. Tarik's platoon panicked from their positions. "What the fuck are they doing! Those idiots, that village is completely friendly!", A corporal yelled over his radio. "Fucking hell Tarik, tell them to stop firing! Those villagers aren't militia!!", Faraj yelled, sheer disgust on his face. Tarik attempted in vain to reach the squad below. "We have no radio communication with that platoon!", he said irately. "Hold on..let me try Command maybe-", he stopped speaking as he watched a fire ball erupt over the village below. Everyone in Tarik's platoon watched in amazement as two MiG-21s flew up and away after unleashing their payloads. Relatively soon after, the unknown platoon drove off and disappeared back onto the road. Tarik felt sick to his stomach. "Those motherfuckers! Do they know they just killed a whole village of innocent people!?", the same corporal from before screamed over the radio. Tarik waited a moment before addressing the platoon. "Listen up, I know that was fucked up, but we gotta get back on the road and run this by command. There's nothing more we can do here." The squad leaders grumbled over their radios, but mostly kept quiet and to themselves. As they were pulling away, Faraj turned to Tarik. "Ya know, if there was ever a time for the Yoloyese to hate us...it would be now." |
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| Yoloys | Apr 17 2014, 06:46 AM Post #53 | ||
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"If you scream, I will kill you,' the Whaladyan soldier laughed mockingly, as he pinned Hussain down onto the ground. Hussain felt tears prickling his cheeks. Bloody hands began to unbutton the thirteen year old's plain white shirt. Hussain's stomach was now unclothed and bare. Fear became sheer terror. A smile appeared on the soldier's face. "I love skinny kids," smirked the soldier. As he said that, the soldier was pulling down Hussain's trousers. The lower half of his body was now fully exposed to the soldier's big scary eyes. "Don't please," was all Hussain managed to cry before the soldier committed the deadly sin. A few minutes. That was all it took. In those few minutes, the young boy had lost his innocence. The soldier left the now naked Hussain to rot among the leaves of the forest floor. When he was absolutely sure that the monster had gone, he began to put his clothes back on. In the distance, he could smell the village of İsk burning. The village he had once called home, was now obliterated. Everyone whom loved and cared for, were most likely dead. Hussain should have died, but somehow, he had managed to escape. The monster must have seen him entering the woods. When he was fully dressed, he ran. Hussain didn't care. He just wanted to escape from this horrid nightmare. The young boy had managed to find a desolate road. He began to run eastwards - towards Mojyke. However, the boy stopped dead in his tracks. A platoon of soldiers were right in front of him. The young boy slumped to the ground. Hope was quickly fading away from Hussain's bloodstained and bruised body. "Help," whispered Hussain. The platoon in question, belonged to Tariq and Faraj's regiment. Edited by Yoloys, Apr 17 2014, 12:36 PM.
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| Whal | Apr 17 2014, 06:55 PM Post #54 | ||
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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"Stop! Hands in the air!", A Whaladyan soldier commanded, rifle raised at the child's head. The entire convoy ground to a halt as the boy came into focus. Hussain began to tremble. He slowly raised his hands, more to shield his teary eyes from the bright lights of the convoy than from understanding the command. The soldier's face remained stoic. "Insha'Allah, its just a child", Tarik said dismounting his vehicle and stepping slowly towards the boy. The rangers lowered their weapons and starred at the peculiar spectacle unfolding in front of them. Tarik recognized the boy just as Hussain recognized the soldier approaching him. Lowering his weapon to the ground, Tarik descended slowly down to one knee. "It's ok, buddy", he said reassuringly, "I'm not going to hurt you." The boy's knees went weak and he practically fell onto Tarik's chest. He began to cry softly into the Whaladyan's tunic. Tarik couldn't help but be humbled by the situation and he instinctively wrapped an arm around the boy. Noticing bruising and blood on his posterior, Tarik had discerned that the boy had been raped. They had all seen too much.. The soldiers remained quiet, but a few couldn't help themselves from gripping. They desperately wanted to find the platoon who had massacred the village and conducted the other unspeakable acts. Tarik scooped the boy up and brought him to their vehicle - they couldn't leave him behind. The convoy continued down the road and back to their command post. There they would get the answers they demanded. ---- "What the fuck, lieutenant?", Tarik cursed at his superior. "Are you telling me that nothing is being done about this?!" The officer shrugged nonchalantly and blew out the smoke from his cigar. "Sergeant, there's bigger fish to fry right now. We're only a day or two from Nicosia. If we get bogged down in some shitty little village investigating the runoff from a geographical mishap, then we'll be behind schedule. I need every man I've got right now", he finally replied coldly. Tarik protested a while longer, but his opposition got him no closer to any answers. He left the officer without so much as a salute. Elitist, career grabbing pigs, Tarik hated them all. As he walked back to his vehicle, he made eye contact with the boy and then with Faraj. Tarik's facial expression was all Faraj needed to understand the situation. He smiled, pointed to the Whaladyan flag waving on the pole, and made a masturbatory gesture. Soon the push to Nicosia would begin.. Edited by Whal, Apr 17 2014, 06:55 PM.
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| BenC | Apr 18 2014, 08:18 AM Post #55 | ||
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The first company was ordered forward to secure a safe pathway to the capital Nicosia so they could create a line of communciation between the Libyan and Whaladyan forces. As the first units lefted there were just a few hours out when they were ambished by the militia from the surrounding hills and trees. The commander order everyone to take cover and open fire up on the enemy as he radioed the aircarft carriers to sent air support to find out where the enemy was sitting. The jets were sent but it would take a few minutes to reach them and the unit was order to hold off the militiamen until they arrived for support. The men were tolded this and they keep firing at the approaching enemy who slowly surrounded them. The fight lasted for a few minutes until the militiamen was within range of the the scopes of the rifles and could be forced to retreat given the need time allow the jets to strike them. The fire fight lasted for ten mintues until the militia were forced back up the hill with their membership reduced by at least twelve soliders and as they reach the summits the jets launched their airstrike forcing the milita to.be routed from the road. After this the wounded and dead were counted up and the armor truckes called up to remove them back to the port and the army commanders decided to bomb the whole route before they ordering another convoy to be sent but this time with the Armor carriers and the light tanks were landed that morning. The march would take a few days and would go though the most hostile territory of the militia which could cost the lifes of many solsiers and innocent civilians. | ||
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| Yoloys | Apr 18 2014, 11:44 AM Post #56 | ||
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A small collective of the Libyan Army slowly hastened towards the small city of Tzrax (Tirnia in Arabic) - a stronghold for "Kasoanieha", an influential Daina militia. The city in question had a population of roughly 1008 and enveloped the historic villages of Milia, Lasa and Psathi. ICON had recently classified the city as being "out-of-bounds" due to inter-communal between the city's Daina majority and Muslim minority. The outskirts of Tzrax consisted of a few dilapidated houses and large fields. The pungent smell of surprise was everywhere. The militias could attack at any moment. It was quiet. Too quiet. The unearthing silence was soon broken, by the sound of bullets penetrating armed convoys. Molotov Cocktails exploded in the distance. The Libyan Army were completely surrounded. Edited by Yoloys, Apr 18 2014, 11:50 AM.
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| Whal | Apr 21 2014, 06:15 PM Post #57 | ||
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The boy had remained with the Rangers for a couple of days since they had found him bleeding and bruised on the side of the road. Whaladyan Central Command had thrown a tremendous fit about his presence among a combat detail, but Tarik had managed to bribe his immediate superiors off with cigarette cartons and alcohol he had looted from Mojyke. To the high brass aboard the Libyan fleet off the coast, the boy's presence was swiftly "lost" within the system or quite simply forgotten. Hussain looked out the window of Tarik's jeep as it bobbed and weaved around the obstacles on the lonely dirt road. He had remained silent for most of his time with the Whaladyans, choosing to observe the strange customs of the men he still hadn't fully understood yet. Some, like the monster who violated him, were pure evil, yet some like Tarik and Faraj were kinder and never would lift a finger to hurt him. Hussain made a point to note that his kinder "friends" would indeed kill Yoloyese though. He knew, he had seen it first hand on the road. While he also knew he would eventually be dropped off somewhere before the Whaladyans assaulted Nicosia, he found it strange that the though brought him some displeasure. The ranger squad had been like an absent family somehow, in some bizarre way. The jeep slowed as Faraj brought it up a long hill and towards another Whaladyan forward outpost. "Look at these country peasants", Faraj mocked, as the Whaladyan units at the camp came into view. "Aren't you from a village in the middle of fucking nowhere?", Tarik responded with a slight smile. "Yea, but at least I have some fucking class!", Faraj laughed as he parked the jeep. The Whaladyan soldiers around them looked disheveled, undisciplined, and more importantly, fairly wild and aggressive. Hussein peered his head out of the jeep to get a feel for his surroundings when he froze. Sitting by the fire, gnawing on a chicken leg, was the same vile snake of a human being who had raped him. The soldier had a bloodstained tunic, unbuttoned and clearly very old. Hussain shuddered when he thought about the blood. Suddenly, the soldier took a moment to gaze up at the visitors. That's when he saw the boy. That's when he smiled a wide devilish smile. "Hey! Kid! Come here a minute!", the soldier called, raising from his seated perch. Hussain trembled and shook. He backed away into the jeep and curled into a ball. Faraj took notice instantly and studied the soldier as he approached. A rusty AK-47 bayonet hung from a sheath on his belt. His hand gripped it tightly as he approached the vehicle. "Where you going in such a hurry, friend?", Faraj questioned in a patronizing tone. He placed himself in between the soldier and Hussain. "Wherever the fuck i want, skinny bitch!", the soldier growled, pushing Faraj out of the way and attempting to climb into the jeep. Faraj fell hard on the ground, banging his forehead on the pavement. Apart from the scuffle, the rest of the disheveled squad began taking notice of the situation. They began cheering and jeering at one another. They knew what was coming, they knew what to expect. What they didn't expect was Tarik. Hussain felt the soldier's hand on the collar of his shirt. He closed his eyes, until a sudden jerk made him snap around. The soldier had gone, but he could hear a commotion. He peered over the door to see Tarik on top of the man raining punch after punch on the man's head. Suddenly, Hussain heard a loud crack followed by a squish. Tarik got up slowly, panting heavily, and with blood stained hands. Then Hussain saw the blood dripping from a rusty bayonet in Tarik's hand. Suddenly, all the man's squad mates went for a go at Tarik, but were stopped by the unmistakable "click" of a charging handle. Faraj stood at a distance, a PKM LMG pointed at the mass of assailants. "Move and all of you get shredded to fucking nothing! You understand?!", he screamed, moving the gun back and forth. Slowly, they all backed away and Tarik walked slowly himself back to the jeep. Once he was inside, Faraj fired a burst in the air which scattered the crowd long enough for him to enter the jeep and speed off. Tarik casually whipped the blood from his hand with a rag. Hussain stared at them from the back seat. "Oh my God! Tarik, what the fuck just happened?", Faraj questioned intently. He still was staring out the rear view. Tarik looked out the window, then at Hussain, then at Faraj. "I have a little brother back home in Dayr-az-Zawr. Fuck if I ever let something like that happen to him...", Tarik said thoughtfully. The car stayed quiet as they drove down the road back to the main HQ. Edited by Whal, Apr 21 2014, 06:20 PM.
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| Yoloys | Apr 21 2014, 07:28 PM Post #58 | ||
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Tsar Azil gazed outside of his bedroom window, towards the cityscape below. Ejy became peaceful under the cloak of darkness. However, loneliness took its toll on the once naïve sovereign. Death does strange things to people. Especially ones with broken hearts. The death of Tsarista Zamei, had completely shattered Azil's state of mind. Why did his darling wife had to suffer? Why couldn't he have died instead of his soulmate? Very few head-of-states acknowledge the Tsar's despair. Those who did, sent half-hearted messages filled with condolence and sympathy. Azil did not want sympathy - he wanted his wife back. With most of Eastern Yoloys in chaos, the Tsar was forced to remain a virtual prisoner inside of the suffocating Imperial Palace. The children. Azil was desperately trying to save both Huzan and Hedeh from the trauma of war. How could he possibly save them? Could he send them to one of his sisters? No, it will be to risky - plus, all three of his sisters had renounced their membership to the Imperial Family years ago to marry. What about the Sultan of Libya? Yes that seemed highly likely. Edited by Yoloys, Apr 22 2014, 08:57 AM.
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| BenC | Apr 23 2014, 07:20 AM Post #59 | ||
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The convoy drove right into an ambushed and within a matter seconds were surrounded by the militias who open fire on the m with their assault rifles and molotov cocktails. The commander in the first APC ordered the heavy armored APCs to train their heavy machine guns on the militia as he radioed the command post for directions. "This is Fox Pack 3 to Green Post!! Do you copy Green Post?" "This is Green Post go ahead Fox Pack 3" "We are being ambushed by the militias at the moment and taking heavy hits by gun fire and molotov cocktails. We need support by the heavys now!!" After this the command step out and took up a fire position to with his men as they fought the enemy. The fight raged for about two hours before the heavy armor came rolling down the road to the battle field to help support the convoy and by that time the commander was wound along with five of the soldiers died. The wound were tooking back to base as the tank fired on the militia killing most ot the enemy after the took out two of the humvees with the cost of ten soldiers' lives. The convoy continue down the road with a tank leading the way. The Sultan was seating in his office reviewing the daily reports and signing the different orders that came across his desk before the sound of the adhan came out from the near by mosque. He stop walked over to his washroom to perform wudu before taking out his prayer mat to perform his salat towards Mecca. After do this and giving thanks to Allah along with collecting his thoughts his second son came in with a message from the Tsar Azil. He looked at it before turning to his son "Ali Fatah we could be having some guest staying with us for awhile tell your aunt to start make so preparations if the childern of the Tsar come to love her until the peace is restore in their country" Ali Fatah knodded and turmed to leave his father's to walk to his aunt's down in the Interior Ministrh building. |
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| Yoloys | Apr 25 2014, 10:07 AM Post #60 | ||
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The brothers arrived at the Interior Ministry Building at around 7.42 A.M. (local time). The pair carried a single suitcase, which contained; clothes, toiletries and personal belongings. Huzan felt slightly jet-lagged. Huzan on the other hand, felt anxious and afraid. Neither brother had ever been to the United Arab Republic. To them, Libya was like a completely different planet altogether. A translator/ministral staff greeted the young royals and helped to carry their bags into the intimidating-looking building. Hedeh was the first to speak, "Brother, is the Sultan going to kill us like he did to Mum?" Huzan like punching his younger brother in the face. "Of course not, how stupid are you? The Sultan didn't kill our mother - it was either the rebels or the Whaladyan Army! Now grow up and remember to be respectful!" Despite his strong build and fiery temper, Huzan started to tremble slightly as they neared the building. Waiting inside of the lobby, was the brothers' appointed guardian - the aunt of Ali Fatah. Edited by Yoloys, Apr 25 2014, 03:33 PM.
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| BenC | Apr 25 2014, 03:26 PM Post #61 | ||
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Princess Ifaivas was waiting in the lobby of the Interior Ministry for the two royal princes who had come to Republic until their country was stablized for peace to be returned. She had been given the task of being their guardians during their stay be her older brother Sharyan. The two brothers walked in and Ifaivas walked forward and greeted them warmly to easize their anxious so they could feel welcome in her country which the translator gave the princes. After this the prince were took by Ifaivas into the connecting hallway which connected the Executive Palace to the three major ministry of Foreign, Defense, and Interior. As they walked Ifaivas though the translator that the Sultan wanted to formal welcome them to the Republic and how to act when in the presences of him like only shaking his hand instead of bowing to him. The walk took about ten minutes to reach the main building and up the elevator to the four level of it and into the Sultan's office. As they walked in they saw Sharyan, Mahmoud, and Hamza all sitting around a table drinking tea as they talked about the succession. The three men got up and greeted them "Asalaam alaikum, and welcome to the Republic we are honored to have stay here as we create a peace in your country" the Sultan told his guest showing his calm mood at the moment | ||
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| Whal | Apr 25 2014, 03:37 PM Post #62 | ||
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On the road to Nicosia.. The stench of burning was everywhere - burning wood, burning ceramic, burning plastic, and the worst stench of them all, burning flesh. It filled the nostrils of the Rangers even as they covered their noses with balaclavas and handkerchiefs. All around their convoy, the incessant blaze of the fires and tall billowing towers of smoke continued uninterrupted. Most of the villagers had fled leaving behind only the charred remains of death livestock and burning livelihoods. The scorched-earth policy had begun. "This is truly hell," Faraj whispered as he brought the jeep to a halt, "Why are we slowing down?" "We're stopping here for supplies," Tarik replied without emotion. "Uh supplies? Do you see whats going on, Tarik?" Faraj laughed, pointing to the fires. Tarik didn't reply. Since the incident with the ragtag squad, Tarik hadn't talked much. Hussian was gone, possibly taken to an orphanage, and the GFID had paid Tarik a frightening night visit which had a profound effect on his command. The new Tarik was strictly business. The convoy pulled along the dirt road a few more feet until it came to a house untouched by the fires. Outside, an old man and an attractive young woman watched helplessly as their village burned down around them. Their house was all that remained of the centuries old community. They had no desire to burn it down nor let their lives be ruined by killing their livestock. Livestock which now brought them the unwanted attention of the Whaladyans. Unfortunately, the Libyans had difficulties in transporting supplies and 2nd Platoon hadn't eaten in 4 days. "Alright, round it all up!" Tarik ordered from his command vehicle. Suddenly, the small house was surrounded by hungry, impatient rangers. The old man attempted to dissuade them, but for his efforts he only received a rifle butt to the face. The rangers rushed past him and into the home in search of food and supplies. Another small contingent burst into the barn to confiscate the livestock. The young woman, who had stopped to assist her father, now looked up at Tarik with hatred. "You can't do this! You'll leave us to starve!" She screamed in broken Whaladyan Arabic. Tarik returned her gaze with his own. "You're a pretty girl. I'm sure you'll figure something out," he replied without remorse. At that the attractive young girl fell silent. Behind her, the rangers began exiting her home with a great deal of her belongings and food. They chuckled to themselves as they walked past and threw the supplies into the vehicles. Tarik waved his hand in a circular motion and the convoy's engines started up. Faraj looked at him with a remorseful gaze before he started the engine. He never thought he'd see Tarik act in such a manner. Slowly, the convoy lurched forwards to the next village. Nicosia was only a day away. |
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| Yoloys | Apr 25 2014, 04:24 PM Post #63 | ||
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"Salaam, Mr Sharyan - thank you for letting my brother and I stay in your humble household," said Huzan in Standard Arabic with sheer confidence. Hedeh however, looked as if he was about to cry. The brothers shook the hands of each male. "Thank you very much, it's no problem - you have very good Arabic! Who taught you?" enquired the calm Sultan. "My grandfather, may the spirits of Daina protect in the after-life," "Now, it looks like your younger brother is slightly scared by my presence, is he unwell?" "Don't worry about him, he's never been to Libya before," Hedeh felt the gaze of the Sultan on him. The young boy needed to say something, to help ease his nerves. "I.....um......like......um......your.....belly....Mr.....Sultan?" said Hedeh. Hedeh's cheeks began to turn bright red with realization of what he said. Huzan was brimming with annoyance. The Sultan smiled softly to himself. "OH MY, PLEASE MR SULTAN DON'T KILL ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" sobbed a hysterical Hedeh loudly. |
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| BenC | Apr 25 2014, 04:50 PM Post #64 | ||
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Sharyan knew that the younf prince was scared and probabley embassed about his response but the Sultan kept smiling "Don't worry son i would not dream of killing you are safe here in my country" he responsed to the yoing prince plead. Hedah relaxed a little bit before Sharyan motioned for them to sit down at one of the sits in his office as one of the servents came in with a tray with three more cups along with a fresh pot of tea. Sharyan pour the tea into the six cups before offering them to his sister and guest which they took as Hamza turned to the brothers "So tell me about yourself and your hobbies and interest?" | ||
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| Yoloys | Apr 26 2014, 10:37 AM Post #65 | ||
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"Shit! Stop the car, I said stop the fucking car!" shouted a hesitant Faraj. Ahead of the heavily armed convoy, five screaming children. Behind the five screaming children - a small town being heavily assaulted by the Alevi militia "Children of the Crane". The Rangers had been assigned to help assist another group of Rangers in combatting against the Yoloyese Army in Sha Village. However, the driver of the Rangers' vehicle must have took a wrong turn, as they ended up in the middle of an intense bombardment. Tariq was the first to step out of the vehicle. His gaze was heavily concentrated towards the screaming children. "They're Muslims," thought Tariq instinctively. "Help us! Help us!" screamed a boy in Standard Arabic, who looked to be about roughly twelve years of age and was bleeding from his nose. Holding the boy's hand, was a young girl - her skin covered in bright red blisters. Behind the young boy and the young girl, was a toddler. The toddler appeared to be disorientated. On the left hand side of the toddler, was two girls. The two girls seemed to be uninjured. Tariq pointed his gun towards the group and pulled the trigger. The boy who was screaming in Arabic, slumped to the ground. Tariq had shot in the leg. Faraj became furious with anger. What the hell had his friend done? Without thinking, Faraj ran towards the body of the boy who had been shot |
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| Whal | Apr 27 2014, 11:42 AM Post #66 | ||
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Tarik lowered his AK - its barrel smoke still fluttering in the wind. The boy writhed on the ground in pain. The other children who had ran towards the Whaladyans for help now scrambled for cover. Faraj rushed over to the boy and immediately began administering a tourniquet to his bleeding leg. Tarik approached his friend and the boy slowly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Faraj screamed. "These are children, Tarik! CHILDREN!" Tarik looked puzzled for a moment, as if he hadn't realized what he had done. Suddenly, the realization that he had shot an unarmed child began to sink in and his hands began to shake. He looked at the boy's face. He looked like Hussain. He looked like Tarik's younger brother. A single lone tear fell down his cheek. A blast from a mortar round struck the ground approximately 50 feet away from the pair and the boy; Tarik immediately snapped back to the reality of the situation. He was in the one in command and there was a village in need of assistance. Even though it wasn't their objective, something had to be done here and it had to be done now. Tarik ordered some of the Rangers to take of firing positions and some to assist in evacuating the children. "Command, this is Recon 264!" He screamed into his vehicle's radio. "We've encountered a massacre at grid 23356! Requesting permission to engage Alevi militia assaulting civilians. Over!" The voice on the radio replied, "That is not your mission, 264! Return to grid location 23360 and continue on mission! Over!" "Negative, command!" Tarik yelled back. "We possess superior firepower and the element of surprise! We will NOT be pursuing current mission until we stop this massacre! I repeat, we will NOT be proceeding to grid 23360! Over!" "264, Do not engage militia forces! I repeat do no-," Tarik cut the radio off. Tarik exited his vehicle and surveyed the situation. The militia was assaulting the north and hadn't noticed the Rangers arrival yet, therefore the Whaladyans could engage them at a distance with their superior firepower. He quickly slapped a fresh clip into his AK-74 and began ordering his men into fire teams. Quickly, the rangers rushed into the village - waving civilians out of the way and opening up on the unsuspecting militiamen. The militia, who were merely expecting a massacre, were now themselves facing incredible losses. Equipped with heavy weapons, sniper teams, and light vehicles, the Whaladyans quickly pushed the militia out of the village. Tarik and Faraj rushed to an outlying building on the edge of the village. They could hear movement on the inside, and they prepared to breach the door. With a swift kick, Tarik knocked the door off its hinges and into the room. The militia on the inside turned to shoot them, but Tarik and Faraj were quicker and dropped them instantly. As they moved upstairs to clear the last room, the unthinkable happened. As Tarik busted the last door down, he was struck in the shoulder by a bullet which knocked him down. Faraj quickly put down the last militiaman. "Tarik! Are you ok?!" Faraj yelled, as he knelt down to help his friend. "Yea, it went straight through!" Tarik replied with a grunt. "I'll be fine, I just need to get a bandage." Faraj appeared relieved. The two men sat in silence for short while, until Faraj couldn't help the urge any longer. He HAD to know what happened to Tarik and why he shot the child. "What's the deal with you, Tarik? You haven't been the same since the day we ran into that squad of assholes." Tarik looked away, but then sighed a deep sigh. He would have to tell Faraj eventually. "The GFID figured out pretty quick what we had done at that outpost. They woke me in the middle of that night, blindfolded me, brought me to a room and beat me for what felt like hours. Only after they were tired did they give me a break to console myself. Only, they weren't finished just yet. They told me that if i ever stepped out of line again they'd pay my family a visit. They threatened to kill my family, Faraj. After that, I just couldn't disobey orders. That's why I shot the kid.....I became a machine." "Fucking bastards..," Faraj muttered. "I had no idea, Tarik." "I know, buddy. And the worst part is that after this I have no idea what will happen. This was a major fuck up." Faraj put a hand on Tarik's shoulder. He didn't know what would happen, but he would stand by his friend til the end. Edited by Whal, Apr 27 2014, 11:45 AM.
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| Yoloys | Apr 27 2014, 12:20 PM Post #67 | ||
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"Well, I like to stargaze and read books," smiled a nervous Hedeh. The Sultan was glad that the younger boy had calmed down considerably. "I like football and learning about languages," interrupted Huzan. "Oh really? Who's your favourite player" enquired Hamza. "My favourite at the moment is Nermin Iko, he's a really good defender," "I also like to watch horror films," inputted Hedeh. The young boy's Arabic was mediocre at best. Luckily, the Sultan and his family had so far been able to understand him clearly enough "I hate horror films myself," chuckled Ali Fateh's aunt. "What do you like to do, um, Mr Sultan?" asked Hedeh curiously. Huzan gave his younger brother another fiery gaze. Why was he cursed with such a annoyance of a younger brother. Did Hedeh not listen to his warning of being polite at all times? "Hedeh! Stop being so nosy!" barked Huzan angrily in Yoloyese. "I'm not! I'm trying to make conversation - you big fat meanie!" retaliated Hedeh boldy. "You watch, when Dad finds out you spoilt brat!" roared Huzan. The Sultan and his family watched in curiosity as the boys bickered. "Boys! Boys!" laughed Mahmoud. "What!" shouted both Hedeh and Huzan in unison. The Sultan was ready to speak. Edited by Yoloys, Apr 27 2014, 01:24 PM.
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| BenC | Apr 27 2014, 04:56 PM Post #68 | ||
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Sharyan began to talk "Well I like to watch our the football games in my country and a huge support of the Arab Sultan FC which is one of the three teams that is based here in the capital. I like telling stories to my grand childern about the history of the country and about my life as a soldier in the army along with funny stories about their parents, uncles and aunts. My hobbies are writing stories about the country, painting, and once in awhile getting to spend time just walking around my country to meet my countrymen to understand their opinions and problems. This keeps me in touch with the people and understand whats go on in yhe day to day lifes of the people which helps me create policies that helps them improve their lifes." |
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| Yoloys | Apr 27 2014, 07:57 PM Post #69 | ||
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Mojyke was hell-on-earth. The once quaint coastal city, was now rife with corruption. Hoards of foreign soldiers descended upon the sleazy side-street hookah bars and nightclubs that littered Mojyke. Empty alcohol bottles were strewn across everywhere. Daina temples were vandalised by half-crazed drunks. From her bedroom balcony, Lanya watched helplessly as her 'home' slowly turned into a city of sin. Along with countless others, Rosa remained voiceless in a bloody conflict. In the kitchen, her mother and elderly grandmother try to prepare the family's evening meal - stale bread and watery potato soup. Food was becoming scarcer and scarcer, due to the conflict in Eastern Yoloys. Soon, the population of Mojyke will be forced into starvation. A nightmare which may soon become reality. On the streets below, posters and flags which represented Yoloyese Nationalism, had been replaced by large bullet holes. School was now a place of sanctuary rather than education. Lessons were based on Whaladyan propaganda rather the Yoloyese National Curriculum. Children became pawns in the enemy's twisted game of war. Displaced families took up residence in alleyways and dilapidated buildings. The conflict had forced hundreds of nearby villagers to take refugee in enemy occupied Mojyke. The previously non-existent Alevi minority were now a sizeable majority. The Daina population was decreasing day by day. Many Daina worshippers had fled to Nicosia or Larnaca. Lanya took one more glance at the cityscape, before returning inside. Life had changed in a space of a few months. |
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| Whal | Apr 28 2014, 08:29 PM Post #70 | ||
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Nicosia.. The Yoloyese capital shinned brightly in the darkness like a beacon of hope in a dark abyss. For days, refugees from places like Mojyke had fled to the city in hopes of salvation and respite from conflict. Their period of reprieve would be brief, for only hours after they arrived Whaladyan forces had reached the city's outlying hills. In the cover of darkness, the Whaladyan forces had surrounded Nicosia and cut it off. The invasion would begin in the morning, and in preparation over 15,000 Rangers began setting up road blocks to control traffic in and out of the city. No one was leaving Nicosia until the city was cleared of all resistance. The city had a large population - more than any other place on Yoloys. For this, the Whaladyans anticipated a stiff resistance from local militia forces, however a more pressing issue would come from the Yoloyese Army forces stationed inside Nicosia. Some had engaged Whaladyan forces days earlier, while others surrendered to vastly smaller Ranger units for unknown reasons. There was an internal, secret dichotomy in the Yoloyese Army between supporters and opponents of the invasion. No one knew what the Army would do when the Whaladyans reached Nicosia.. Sitting atop the roof of his command jeep, Tarik surveyed the long road leading into the city. "We have our orders!" Tarik explained to the men. "If anyone comes down that road looking to leave we are to fire a warning burst over their heads! If they persist, then you know what to do!" The men nodded in agreement as they trained their heavy machine guns on the dark dirt road. Soon enough, a civilian commercial SUV came steaming down the road. Tarik waited for it to come into range. Then he nodded and a single controlled burst was fired above the approaching vehicle. The driver cut the wheel instantly and sped back up the road back towards the city. Again, the night was silent. "You think the army will resist tomorrow?" Faraj questioned from the driver seat. "I don't know," Tarik answered disinterestedly, "Expect a fight one way or another, regardless." "Another truck!" a soldier yelled preparing his 50.cal DshK. Sure enough, another civilian vehicle was rushing towards the roadblock unabated. Tarik raised his arm and gave the order. A warning burst was fired. The bullets zipped past the truck, but still the driver kept his course. The rangers waited patiently, but they were getting restless. "Ok Light it up!!" Tarik commanded once the vehicle was close. The rangers opened up with everything they had. After a short 15 seconds the truck was riddled with bullets and it tipped over into a ditch. All the passengers were dead. The last man was shot as he attempted to exit the driver's side door. None of the dead appeared to have had weapons. "Why didn't they stop for the warning shots?" Faraj asked scratching his head. "Who knows?" Tarik replied coldly as he got back into the jeep. It would be a long while til morning. Edited by Whal, Apr 28 2014, 08:29 PM.
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| Yoloys | Apr 30 2014, 06:03 PM Post #71 | ||
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OOC: The Battle of Nicosia begins!!!
Edited by Yoloys, Apr 30 2014, 06:04 PM.
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| Yoloys | Apr 30 2014, 06:03 PM Post #72 | ||
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The morning which greeted Nicosia was foggy and unpredictable. Street lights begin to slowly switch off - one-by-one. Radio stations play songs of nationalism and pride. On the outlying hills, which surrounded the capital, hordes of Whaladyan soldiers prepare for absolute carnage. Tarik and Faraj's group, had been given the task of conquering Zstri Meliak, a middle-class neighbouring located close to the city centre. The Zstri Meliak neighbourhood of Nicosia was home to several Daina militia leaders and politicians. |
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| meh | Apr 30 2014, 07:45 PM Post #73 | ||
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Once the foreign nationals were safe within Salik territory, the Navy began its mission. The Red Sea fleet, moving from its position as an escort for the strike force, was brought up south of the island nation. Meanwhile, the Mediterranean fleet was shifted from the MADIZ to just east of the country. At the break of dawn, both fleets proceeded simultaneously to the two separate Libyans fleets. Approaching from the rear, both fleets fanned out, surrounding the smaller Libyan fleets. Orders were given to prevent any ships, aircraft, or other vehicles belonging to Libyans or Whaladyan from entering or leaving the established blockade zone. Only under a direct violation of this blockade were the Salik vessels authorized to attack. Against the Libyan International Fleet, the Salik forces calculated a clear advantage. The Salik forces could rely on a constant resupply for the nearby coast, and could dock and repair within a few hours. Air bases along the coast provided a steady stream of support aircraft, capable of intercepting enemy planes or providing cover for the fleet within moments. Several sorties were deployed to maintain a persistent patrol along the blockade lines.
---------------------- The men watched the veiled woman saunter off, savoring the sweet mint shisha as they drew puffs from the nargileh. One man reached for the letter, casually devouring the contents. It was another 20 minutes before the coals had died down, and smoke had long since gone soft. The men left the bar, headed to the destination prescribed in the letter. |
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| Whal | Apr 30 2014, 09:40 PM Post #74 | ||
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Dayr-az-Zawr, Al Whaladya The Whaladyan Defense Ministry was abuzz with activity following the Salik blockade. News from Whaladyan Forward Command aboard the Libyan fleets had been transmitted to the haphazardly constructed temporary Foreign Ministry within the Defense Ministry building. They all reported ominously that all coalition ground troops had been cut off from resupply indefinitely, and that all vehicles were barred from entering or leaving the fleet. The Salik fleets had brazenly ignored Libyan-Whaladyan calls to disembark from coalition operational waters, and had even defiantly shot down a returning Whaladyan helicopter as it returned from a resupply mission before the blockade had been enacted. The moments directly following the incident were extremely tense, as Whaladyan and Libyan military leaders aboard the fleet contemplated a retaliation effort; however, a quick rescue attempt made by a Salik helicopter dissuaded any unnecessary hostilities from unfolding. Meanwhile, back in the Defense Ministry, Whaladyan top military brass and civilian leaders were debating on how to handle the situation. There were three distinct followings among the decision makers. The first, popular among many of the military's high brass, was to break out of the blockade via calling the Salik fleet commander's bluff and resume the resupply of coalition forces. However, this idea was risky for it ran the potential of exacerbating the situation further with a nation that Whaladyan interests seemed always fundamentally apart from. The second train of thought came from the Defense Minister and senior members of WNP and took this idea farther and closer to armed conflict. Their plan called for a troop build up on the Salik-Whaladyan border to show the Salik government that Whaladyan efforts in the region would not be so easily intimidated. This idea was unpopular as the Whaladyan military was wide spread at the present time, and wouldn't be able to offer up a stable offensive campaign against a fresh military for at least a couple months. The last position was to agree to a ceasefire until an agreement could be worked out between all parties, however this was held by only a small minority of civilian leaders and was quickly abandoned. The Whaladyan decision was a hodgepodge of the first two. Whaladyan military commanders quickly presented the idea of defying the blockade to their Libyan partners. Only through the Libyan green-light would the operation continue. In terms of Whaladyan ground forces, no such ceasefire was even discussed. All the Salik government had in terms of a response from the Whaladyan government was a brief speech by the Defense Minister.
Nicosia Inside Nicosia, much like other places on the island, the Salik blockade was met not with a ceasefire, but with continued conflict. Coalition forces were told very explicitly to continue their operations with extreme efficiency. With current supplies set at maximum following a recent resupply mission, coalition forces could continue operating at full strength for about 2 weeks, and could extend their efforts to about a month if they relaxed the intake of supplies. A longer solution also became apparent when thoughts of commandeering supplies from the local population was considered. All across Yoloys, business was continuing as usual minus a few whispers of joy from some Yoloyese who waited eagerly for an end to the invasion. Inside Zstri Meliak, 2nd Platoon had just began their coordinated attack with members of the 201st Armored Brigade. Following a brief artillery bombardment, the Rangers moved into the middle-class neighborhood and began assaulting the zone's defenders. At first, the rangers in Tarik's platoon faced only poorly trained Daina militiamen, but eventually they ran into small contingents of the Yoloyese army. Some groups of regular army soldiers fought tenaciously, while others surrendered at the behest of their commanders. Vicious firefights were traded back and forth until the Yoloyese were forced to pull back towards their main defensive line - a ring of the city's largest apartment buildings. There Whaladyan forces began the tiresome task of hammering away at the structures with radioed artillery strikes and tanks. After hours of strict fighting, 2nd Platoon had just begun to infiltrate the apartments. A longer period of close-quarters fighting awaited them. Edited by Whal, Apr 30 2014, 09:42 PM.
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| meh | May 1 2014, 08:36 AM Post #75 | ||
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