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| BenC | May 1 2014, 02:45 PM Post #76 | ||
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The Libyan peacekeeping command were meeting on the flagship of the fleet and were talking about the possible options that they could do to keep from being total cut off from their forces and supplies when a communication officer came in with a message from their bosses in the capital to hold tight until the situation could be fixed. After this they watched as their leader came over the National State Television at noon with the following responds about the Salikian blockade "My fellow countrymen this morning the Salik Navy surrounded our fleet and the fleet which is housing the Whaladyan leadership and their leader the President Qutb released a deadline that called upon us to ceasefire and come to his capital city to negotiate an agreement that will end this conflict and if we refuse he will order his forces to attack. This is a violation of the Muslim Brotherhood Charter which states in Article II since the Republic of Salik is a signing member of this charter and if they shall attack our fleet then all the other signing nations will be force to side with us as Article IV states . So I call upon the President to recall his threat of military attack on the the two fleets to prevent farther conflict from destabilizing the region, and if they wish to negotiate any agreement it must involve allowing a peacekeeping force to be sent to keep the peace. Along with disarming and disbanding of any militia which has been fighting against foreign citizens and be brought to justice by an unbiased court. If the Republic of Salik agrees to this then the Republic will agree to a ceasefire but the militia must also agree to the ceasefire. If the ceasefire is broken by the militias and any lose of lives either civilians or military by the militias then the WLC will be force to intervene to protect the lives of them. I call upon the Whaladyans to also agree to this as while as this is the same goal that we have decide to do after we secure the whole country" The commanders all knew that the Sultan was trying to prevent any farther conflict which could risk the fatigue peace of their region and allow them to know peace and they waited for their allies to respond |
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| Whal | May 1 2014, 04:22 PM Post #77 | ||
"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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The Whaladyan Central Command read the Libyan proposal carefully and with a polite show of disdain. While the Whaladyans were not opposed to agreeing to a ceasefire, they were apprehensive about the militias willingness to adhere to such measures just as they were dubious that the Yoloyese military would be able to maintain the peace. With WLC forces pushing farther and farther into Western Yoloys each passing day, and the assault on Nicosia fully underway, senior Whaladyan leaders believed a ceasefire would only afford the opposition the time it needed to regain a stable defensive stance. With Whaladyan forces closing in on the principle governmental buildings inside Nicosia, any orders to stand down would be met with disbelief and hostility from soldiers who had fought and died for an end which would ensure stability. Many within the Whaladyan military ardently stuck to the notion that only through coalition presence and complete elimination of militia forces would Yoloys ever recover. That being said, however, the Whaladyans were not blind to the tense situation nor would they willingly jeopardize their own internal security. A far reaching conflict with Salik would most certainly devastate the Whaladyan-Salik countryside and infrastructure. Even with continued Porcuian monetary aid, the Emirate simply couldn't repair the damages of another prolonged military engagement, especially with a comparable power such as Salik. From the Ministry of Defense, two polar opposite orders were issued. The first was to continue the assault of Nicosia and to capture it within the 3 day grace period offered by the Salik government. In addition, this military order also carried a directive to mobilize Whaladyan internal forces along the border with the Republic of Salik. The hope was to secure Nicosia before peace talks, thus giving the WLC a strong bargaining piece, whilst also showing the Salik government that Whaladyan forces were within a threatening position to their internal security. The second order was to agree to the ceasefire, but only under the pretenses that various Yoloyese militias would hand over their weapons to the Yoloyese military. Knowing this would never happen, the Whaladyans secured themselves a blameless excuse to continue combat operations. In a sense, the Emirate was coming to the table with an olive branch in one hand, but a sword in the other.
Nicosia The next day of the assault brought with it more combat, not peace. As was expected (and planned by the Whaladyan Central Command), the Yoloyese militias inside Nicosia at least, had not relinquished their weapons and continued to fight against Whaladyan troops. In turn, the Yoloyese army continued its own resistance against coalition troops all across the tiny island. 2nd Platoon, still relegated only to armored support, began the first push into the bulk of the Yoloyese defenses. The imposing of ring of apartment buildings housing the majority of Yoloyese resistance had been pounded to virtually nothing following the previous day's bombardments. Among the ruins, civilians attempted desperately to live with the continued conflict. Often, they were swallowed up by the intense fighting which characterized the day's fervent assault on the rubble. Rangers, militia, civilians, and Yoloyese soldiers fought and died practically on top of one another. After only a few hours, the Yoloyese began falling back to their last major defense - the upper class neighborhoods. With their gated communities, high fences, and large grounds, the mansions provided the defenders a momentary advantage over Whaladyan forces. By dusk, the Whaladyan assault had once stalled in the face of determined resistance. The next day would bring with it more death and destruction as Whaladyan forces fought like madmen to secure Nicosia before a ceasefire was organized. |
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| Yoloys | May 1 2014, 04:55 PM Post #78 | ||
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"Hold my hand," whispered Luna. Pierre nodded. In the streets below, the battle rages on. Whaladya against Yoloys. Shi'a against Daina. Oppressor against resistance. Weeks earlier, crowds of eager civilians gathered at Akopa Shrine (the final resting place of Tsarista Eoliana) to protest against the illegal occupation of Eastern Yoloys. Now, the same people who had protested became the causalities in the twisted-game of war. Luna and Pierre had been left stranded in Zstri Meliak. The once wealthy middle-class neighbourhood had been completely devastated by the countless rounds of ammunition and bombardment. Many of the apartment buildings now lay desolate and abandoned. The siblings had taken refugee inside one of the many abandoned apartments. Cold and bullet-ridden, Luna and Pierre were forced to survive. Today however, a pocket of opportunity had arisen. With the coalition increasingly gaining territory, a village close to the Nicosia city boundary, had been declared a "safe-heaven" by Dai Jovesk. It was now or never. Both holding hands, the brother and sister stepped outside the shelled-out apartment-building which they had called home and ran. No matter what happens, they both promised never to let go. Edited by Yoloys, May 4 2014, 08:36 AM.
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| Whal | May 3 2014, 09:20 PM Post #79 | ||
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Fall of Nicosia.. Everywhere, all over the city, Nicosia was smoldering. The constant fighting which had erupted across the city for the past several days had wrecked much of the city's infrastructure and killed a noticeable percentage of its population. Yoloyese citizens from most of Nicosia's districts watched with mixed feelings as Whaladyan forces walked around in relative safety having secured a good 3/4's of the city. Even as a Whaladyan flag was raised and now presently flew above the Yoloyese capital building, resistance from the city's last defenders held out inside a small wealthy neighborhood on the eastern side. With the deadline for the Salik ceasefire vastly approaching and the international community discussing an intervention of their own, Whaladyan forces still battling the remnants of the Diana Militias and the Yoloyese Army pressed on with the assault despite taking their heaviest losses yet. If Nicosia was to fall (and it would), then the Yoloyese would take as many Whaladyans with them as they could. Meanwhile, Tarik, Faraj and 2nd Platoon waited patiently from the safety of their lines and looked forwards at the enemy's last stand - Koloktroni. The wealthy, mansion laden neighborhood was the last portion of Nicosia still held by Yoloyese forces, and they meant to keep it. Within the next couple minutes, however, the Whaladyans would put their defenses to the test. Withholding from combat for hours, the Rangers preparing the assault had stockpiled thousands of grenades, mortar rounds, RPGs, and an large array of small arms. Not counting the 12 fresh T-80 tanks and accurate in-country artillery support, the Whaladyans still possessed enough manpower and firepower to eradicate the defenders. All that was needed was the go ahead from Central Command and the wave of Tarik's hand. Tarik's radio buzzed. With a raise of his hand, multiple distant howitzers and mobile rocket batteries opened up on Koloktroni. The shock waves and sounds from their impact rattled Nicosia and the surrounding countryside. Any defenders who had survived the bombardment now clung to their surviving defenses. The Whaladyan assault was continued now by the inclusion of the tanks and IFVs. As they steamed into the neighborhood, they were peppered by small arms fire and the occasional anti-tank weapon, but they continued on killing the defenders where they stood and taking only minor mechanical damage. The blitzkreig continued until the Whaladyan armor encountered something they did not expect - Yoloyese armor! "Oh My God! Enemy Armor at 11 o'çlock!!" Tarik screamed as a Yoloyese tank appeared from around a building. The Whaladyan rangers scrambled for cover, as their T-80 tanks began preparing to engage the oncoming Yoloyese armor. The Yoloyese tanks were smaller, but popped out of cover only long enough to fire their shots and retreat. This gave the Whaladyan T-80s little time to aim their shots accurately and hit their adversaries in the critical locations, thus forcing them to engage at less than 500 feet! Often the Whaladyan crews would accelerate their tanks at full speed towards the Yoloyese tanks and ram them - taking serious damages themselves in the process. However, for every Whaladyan tank that was crippled or destroyed, the Yoloyese lost 2 or more of their own. The entire tank battle ended with 5 destroyed Whaladyan vehicles and over 15 Yoloyese in kind - no Yoloyese tanks survived the engagement. With their armor utterly destroyed, the remaining Yoloyese army regulars promptly flew a white flag and began surrendering to Whaladyan forces. Any militiamen who hadn't fled the scene or discarded their weapons perished during the assault. Koloktroni was again quiet, secured. Nicosia had fallen to the Whaladyans. |
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| meh | May 4 2014, 12:00 PM Post #80 | ||
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| Whal | May 4 2014, 02:54 PM Post #81 | ||
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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| Yoloys | May 4 2014, 04:47 PM Post #82 | ||
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Huzan watched the television with sheer disgust. Across the Middle East, the fall of Nicosia had made front-page news. Despite previous comments of goodwill, Huzan felt anger towards the Sultan and the leader of Al-Whaladya. How could those cold-hearted bastards standby and do nothing? The teenage Duke kicked the side of the mahogany coffee table. What will become of the Imperial Family now? Will the coalition abolish the monarchy? What will become of his dear father? Will Tsar Azil be executed? What will become of Hedeh and himself? Will they become orphans? Hedeh.... How will he break the news to his younger brother? Huzan needed to talk to the Sultan. Immediately. Forcefully, Huzan bursted into the Sultan's private office. Anger had completely taken over his entire body. |
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| BenC | May 4 2014, 06:15 PM Post #83 | ||
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Huzan bursted into Sharyan's office the Sultan was clean up the mess the of the refugees that were coming to the Libyan part of the country where the Libyans have been trying to sort though their needs. The Libyans after advancing to secure their part of the country and were offering food, water, and care as their religion. The refugees have been reporting about what was going near capital. Sharyan, Ali Fateh, and Ashlifa were trying to come up with a solution. Huzan shouted at Sharyan "Sultan what is going on I thought you would be helping my country not destorying my country!!" the Sharyan lookes up and responded "Huzan I'm doing all what is in my power to help and is coming up with a solution to the crisis. This including with a solution so that your country will be stable and peacefull ao this won't happen again." Huzan calmed alittle and talked instead of yelling this time "What will become of my country will my family be removed from power, my father killed, and my brother and I orphans?" Sharyan stood up and repsonded "Your family will be safe I'll be sending a message to the Salikians to have a protection unit be sent to keep your family safe. The monarchy will be keep and a compromise created to help your country. Your father will be safe and wont't be killed as he is a kind ruler of the country. He just needs some help understanding how to run a country so it will be keep safe. You and your brother will be staying here until we can solve everything and if you wish you two can come with me along with my sons to the summit in Salik to see your father." Huzan knodded now knowung that the Libyans were on his side and wanted to preserve the government as much as they could and fix what was wrong to stablize it. Sharyan continued "Inadditon we will be asking the international community to investigate the murder of your mother and serve justice to the criminials who committed war crimes against your people" Huzan knodded as he turned to go find his brother. After this Sharyan turned and tolded his son to release a statement about the end of the operations.released by the Foreign Ministry of the United Sultanate of the United Libyan Arab Republic |
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| meh | May 6 2014, 12:45 PM Post #84 | ||
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| Whal | May 6 2014, 03:51 PM Post #85 | ||
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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All across the Whaladyan occupied zones, life was returning to an semblance of normalcy. Shops inside Nicosia were reopening, transportation services were renewed, schools reopened, and Whaladyan forces organized supply and relief centers for civilians despite limitations set by the Salik blockade. Even in places such as Mojyke, civilians were beginning to walk outside and interact with one another albeit paying close attention to the Whaladyan soldiers who now cluttered their streets in droves. The countryside remained a place of relative insecurity, as small militia forces bypassed during the initial invasion continued to operate with impunity - stealing supplies from civilians and exerting repercussions on those who worked with occupying forces. Only when Whaladyan or Libyan patrols entered their areas did they seep back into their hiding places. While combat was not completely halted, and small engagements in the countryside were reoccurring, the majority of Yoloyese felt somewhat secure if not a little hungry from the general lack of commodities. Whaladyan forces remained abrasive at times, often for security reasons, but the Central Command on Yoloys had done well to eliminate those who were causing problems. Within the last few days, the GFID conducted its usual mission of executing dissenters and "troublemakers", however this time these individuals were largely rapists, deserters, murders, and racketeers. The people of Yoloys (and Whaladyan international opinion) would be better off without them. The truth of the situation was that ICON would eventually come to Yoloys and the WLC needed an image change and a boost in public relations. The Whaladyans were doing their part to clean up their act, as well as paving the way for the return of power to Tsar Azil and the Imperial family. All across the occupied zones, posters honoring the Tsar, his family, and his relationship to the Whaladyans were plastered everywhere to recapture public opinion. Only time would tell the results. The fact of the matter remained that Yoloys would need to be stable at all costs. The Emirate couldn't allow a similar situation to brew back home. Edited by Whal, May 6 2014, 03:52 PM.
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| Margrave | May 6 2014, 09:58 PM Post #86 | ||
Is very much a holla-back girl.
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A short message was broadcast across the island of Cyprus and the surrounding seas.
Confederate fighters screeched overhead and helicopters carrying men landed on the West of the Island. The force was small, but made up of the men of the Oncu Kolordu, the brutal and pragmatic special forces of the Confederacy. All in all, 2400 men landed in Paphos Forest, and moved slowly and quietly towards the center of the island... OOC: Let's make the situation even more complicated! :evil: EDIT: To clarify, I'm not actually planning on annexing Cyprus, I just want to hop in on this and make it more interesting. Edited by Margrave, May 6 2014, 10:03 PM.
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| Whal | May 7 2014, 11:18 AM Post #87 | ||
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OOC: And indeed you have :D IC: The Confederate invasion shocked Whaladyan officials and military commanders alike. Their brazen and unprompted decree that the island of Cyprus belonged to them was met with great opposition from Dayr-az-Zawr, however the timing could not have come at more opportune time. With the WLC facing severe criticism abroad and their presence on Yoloys in question, with the Confederate invasion came the fact that the WLC stood as the only forces on the island capable of resisting the Turks. All 20,000 Whaladyan troops stationed on Yoloys were put on high alert and ordered to resist all Confederate advances on the spot. Likewise, half the troops mobilized off the Salik border were redirected to the Whaladyan-Confederate border to prepare for any attacks on the mainland. The Emirate now faced enemies on both sides. Additionally, a formal statement was issued by the foreign ministry in an effort to dissuade Confederate forces, as well as rally international support around the WLC.
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| Yoloys | May 7 2014, 03:46 PM Post #88 | ||
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Faraj was the first to notice. As soon as the words escaped his lips, he realised. "The people, they refuse to look at us," said the Whaladyan soldier to no-one in particular but himself. Tarik was curious with Faraj's observation. "What do you mean? What people?" was the reply Tarik gave. "I mean the Yoloyese - as soon as they see us, they refuse to look at us. Look! They're even doing it now!" Tarik's attention had turned towards the crowd which walked past them. The women used fans or a piece of their headscarf to cover their gaze. The men used their bare hands or looked towards the shop fronts. When the realisation kicked in, Tarik felt isolated. Was he the monster? Was he the killer? "Are we the evil ones?" asked Faraj rhetorically. Edited by Yoloys, May 7 2014, 03:50 PM.
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| Whal | May 23 2014, 11:28 AM Post #89 | ||
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OOC: Still alive, everybody? IC: Despite the Whaladyan's best efforts to return life inside Yoloys to a semblance of life before the invasion, the Salik blockade was still stifling the island of some very much needed supplies. After a fortnight, the Whaladyan's own military supplies had begun to run dry and this meant heavy rationing for the civilian population. Very quickly, the stores which had recently opened after the supposed ceasefire was declared had started to close once more as people simply couldn't afford their wares - even when they sold necessities such as food or gasoline. The cities of Nicosia and Moyjke in particular, were becoming cesspools of crime and corruption once again and prostitutes, racketeers, and gangsters emerged from the woodwork to take their chunk of the rotting corpse that was Yoloys under the WLC occupation. The WLC officials had attempted to do what they could with what they had. The GFID had cleared out trouble makers within the Whaladyan force, the Rangers had attempted to distribute supplies and enforce the ceasefire, and minor reconstruction efforts had even began in places of immense destruction. All of these had been confounded by the blockade, the Confederate invasion, and the militias' refusal to adhere to the ceasefire. While combat was still relegated to the fringes of WLC control, Confederate soldiers had landed on the island and could engage coalition forces at any time. Worse still, Whaladyan High Command had recently detected a large force of international naval vessels headed for the island under the jurisdiction of ICON. Currently, the WLC hadn't released a statement regarding its response to the taskforce, but many awaited another violent response alike the one which greeted Turkish forces. Indeed, civilians noticed with increasing worry the sand bag emplacements and machine gun nests being installed all across the occupied zones. To make matters even more interesting, WLC broadcasts across the island had declared that control would be reinvested in Tsar Azil and his family within the next few days. More and more Yoloyese Army units began surrendering their weapons to WLC forces and returning home. The Whaladyans made no promises that their jobs were secured. Slowly and slowly, starvation, unemployment, and resentment began boiling in Yoloys. |
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| Yoloys | May 23 2014, 02:58 PM Post #90 | ||
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| Porcu | May 25 2014, 02:09 AM Post #91 | ||
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Posted Image The ICON proposal was still under debate by the time that the Kasnyian and Porcuian naval group reached the edges of Yoloyese territorial waters. Composed of the Kasnyian superbattleship, the IKS Zorlin, and a Porcuian carrier battle group, headed by the Ariminae class aircraft carrier the Fabius Valens, the naval group stood as the first visual, concrete response taken by nations outside the region in the name of international security, peace, and justice. True, the Porcuian and Kasnyian naval group did not have any official orders or objectives as of yet, but steps were taken to establish a zone of control, done so as to ease the carrying out of the eventual ICON resolution. The IKS Zorlin was an impressive and terrifying sight, while the Porcuian vessels further added psychological weight to the naval group. Permission to enter Yoloyese territorial waters was granted by the proper, yet weak and crumbling, authority and the international naval vessels proceeded directly east, eventually redirecting south in order to follow the coast. Critically, Porcuian aircraft were put into the air and began the process of gathering intelligence about the position of Confederate, Whaladyan, and local Yoloyese forces. |
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| Margrave | May 25 2014, 04:22 PM Post #92 | ||
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The Onco Kolordu made catalogued the types and nationality of the aircraft flying over island of Cyprus. The had reached the center of the Island, setting up a headquarters in a town called Tseri, and were relaying information to the mainland. At sea, the Confederate fleet muscles it's way through Salik's blockade. The confederate ship were lightly harassed, but no sailors of either faction were killed. The Confederate Marines landed at Lapta and Kyrenia. Reports of the liberation of the three cities were astonishing. The aristocracy and business owners in the cities were being put on planes and flown back to the Confederacy to stand trial. If they resisted they were summarily executed for treason. |
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| Yoloys | Jun 19 2014, 03:16 PM Post #93 | ||
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Tariq had been patrolling a side-street in one of Nicosia's more affluent neighbourhood, when a young woman accidentally bumped into him. The young woman in question, appeared to be in her late-teens/early-twenties and had been carrying a large pile of books. With a great force, the books dropped onto the messy pavement loudly. "Ouch, oozsheka I didn't mean to bump into you," meekly squeaked the young woman in Standard Arabic, who was hastily picking up the books. "No, it's fine," smirked Tariq. The young woman's eyes glazed over with relief. "Ūzbahda lehm Saleha, lehm ūzbahda dema?" she replied. "Excuse, what did you say?" "Oh sorry, can you not speak Yoloyese? I said my name is Saleha and what is your name?" Tariq blushed in embarrassment. "Well, my name is Tariq and my Yoloyese is quite bad - as you can probably tell!" "Aha, my Arabic is horrendous, so we're even," "Trust me, your Arabic is spot-on," "Thank you so much, by the way - would you like to get something to eat? My family owns a cafe nearby - I was heading there before I bumped into you - so would you like to come?" |
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| Whal | Jun 20 2014, 11:13 AM Post #94 | ||
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Tarik froze as the young woman gazed at him, awaiting an answer. Back home, such a request would be peculiar, even frowned upon. Whaladyan women were traditionally betrothed to their husbands through their respective families. "Dating" in the traditional western sense was rare. "Umm," Tarik mumbled, "I'm not sure I'm allowed to..." "Oh, I see, well I don't want to detract you from your duties," Saleha replied, visibly disappointed. Before Tarik could reply, she turned and began to walk away in earnest. "Hey, wait!" Tarik called after her. "Where is it located exactly?" Saleha smiled. "It's two streets over. Belyaka street. It's the only building still standing...you can't miss it." "Oh, I'll be free to visit a little later," Tarik said half ashamed. "Hopefully, you'll still be there." "Oh, I'll be there," Saleha replied, her eyes large and inviting. "It's a date." Tarik smiled back and blushed as she walked away. He shouldered his Ak-74 and continued to walk the other way. Not being able to help it, Tarik paused and looked over his shoulder to steal a glance. Her long hair dark flowed in the breeze as she turned the corner. Tarik sighed and continued patrolling the lonely street - he still had several hours of on-duty time left. Later that night, he walked about the neighborhood until he located the right place. She was right, Tarik thought, the building was hard to miss. He strolled up to the front door and pushed it open. Instantly, he was greeted with a mixture of fear and hostility from the majority of the patrons. Feeling the sting of their gazes, he calmly walked towards the counter to place some distance between him and them. The man at the bar seemed even more unhappy to see him, nevertheless take his order. "How can I help you?" He sputtered in broken Standard Arabic. "Uhhhh, I'm looking for-," He began to reply before Saleha appeared from behind the back curtain. "Oh, you're here," She replied with a smile. "Let's sit, Tarik." She grabbed two coffees from behind the counter and they walked to the nearest table. Tarik struggled an awkward smile as he followed - the man's eyes watched intensely as they sat. Aside from the man, the other patrons kept to themselves - only sneaking glances ever couple of seconds. Tarik stared at Saleha until he noticed it had been several seconds since they had spoken. "So, I noticed you were carrying quite a lot of books earlier," he said, "Do you attend a university in the city?" ------- Dayr-az-Zawr, Al Whaladya The conference room was eerily quiet for the amount of men who currently occupied it. From senior ranking military men to administrative personnel, the mood was tense and no one said a word. Everyone knew the situation in Yoloys was worsening and Whaladyan forces on the island weren't likely to be able to operate for much longer. Everyone realized that the occupation's days were numbered, however nobody wanted to be the one to tell the Defense Minister. Omar al-Whaladya barged through the door in a mixture of anger and confusion. In an instant, everyone in the room rose. "I want too know who was responsible for monitoring GFID communications coming from inside the Confederacy right now!" he screamed. Sheepishly, a man dressed in a tan suit stepped forwards - his hands shaking. He didn't even attempt to speak, eventhough the error wasn't entirely his fault. "You!" Omar pointed to the man, "You're going down for this! Take him away!" Suddenly, four armed GFID agents dressed in black suits entered the room and grabbed the man. The man put up his hands to show submission, but the agents punched him in the face regardless. He fell with a thud as several other agents began savagely kicking him. The beating continued until the man began spitting up blood and sobbing heavily. Satisfied that their work was done, the agents picked up the man by his arms and dragged him, still sobbing, towards the door. He left a streak of fresh blood on the floor as he was dragged out. "Now, I want to know how the CMESS managed to land over 10,000 troops on Yoloys without us, the Salikian navy, or fucking ICON, doing anything to stop them!?" Omar raged on. "The CMESS went dormant after the Trebizond attacks," a man in an OD uniform replied sheepishly, "It was believed that they wouldn't be able to conduct any military maneuvers for quite sometime. Statistically speaking, the odds were-" "Oh fuck your statistics!" The Defense Minister yelled in anger. "I want to hear contingency plans, not excuses! What's the situation look like? What are our numbers? What are theirs?" "We currently have about 20,000 personnel fit for active duty on Yoloys, but they're still contending with remaining militia forces," one man replied. "We believe that the CMESS has successfully landed approximately 12,000 more infantry and are poised to threaten peacekeeping operations. Provided the Libyans assist, we can't realistically hold out for a few more weeks," replied another. Suddenly the room echoed with voices all spurting criticisms in an attempt to show the Defense Minister that someone else was doing a worse job than they were. "The Libyans won't assist! They've made their peace with Salik. We're a coalition in name only!" "Forget the damn Libyans, what about ICON!? We confirmed the IKS Zorkin and her Porcuian escort fleet are only a few miles off shore! What happens when they decide to land!? We can't fight ICON, Salik, and the CMESS simultaneously!" "You're assuming we can fight at all! Our food and medical supplies are all but gone! We have no chance at resupply! Reconstruction and peacekeeping have basically halted and the we've lost the majority of the Yoloyese support base we desperately needed." "We need to leave as soon as possible! Let it be ICON's problem now!" "No! We represent the Emir! His image and the Emirate's reputation would be tarnished!" "We accomplished the mission, right? Sectarian conflict here has subsided. Can't we call it quits?" Suddenly the maelstrom of voices was stopped by a slam of the defense minister's fists on the table. Omar was tired, overworked, and visible losing his mind. With the Taliban, Aleppo explosion, and now Yoloys, his country's resources were stretched too thin. Yoloys seemed more and more like a fleeting problem for the Emirate and it would have to be removed like a frostbitten appendage. "Here's what we're going to do," He stated flatly. "Send a message to our ambassador at ICON. If we can't win on our own then we're gonna do it through ICON."
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| Yoloys | Jun 20 2014, 01:27 PM Post #95 | ||
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Saleha giggled slightly, her eyes sparkling with delight. Tarik on the other hand, felt nervous. Had the soldier offended the daughter of a coffee owner? After a few more seconds of giggles, Saleha began to speak, "How did you guess? I'm currently studying Psychology and Sociology at the University of Nicosia," "Wow, you must be really intelligent," smirked Tarik in a friendly manner. The solider sipped his steaming coffee, the caffeinated aroma intensified the mood. "Trust me, once you get to know me properly, I act stupid. But you're wrong about the books," "Well then," Tarik said, "shall I guess or are you going to tell me?" Saleha's entire face lit up with joy, "I'll tell you, basically I was donating some old books I found to a local children's home - until you bumped into me!" Tarik put on his most "soldier-sounding" voice, "I did not, you simply couldn't see me" "As if, I have perfect 20-20 version in both eyes" The couple cried with intense hysterics. "My father is going to kill me if he finds out," laughed Tarik. "How come? Is it frowned upon in Whaladya to go on a date with the opposite sex?" "Yes!" "How come? My sister Ayesha and her husband Yahya we're basically high-school sweethearts before they eventually got married, I don't see what's wrong with dating" "When you come to Whaladya, trust me, life there is completely different to life here," "I would still love to visit Whaladya one day, it seems so beautiful," "If you don't mind me asking, how old was your sister when she got married?" asked Tarik curiously. "She was twenty-one when she got engaged and twenty-two when she tied the not. Now at twenty-eight her and Yaha have two kids - an adorable little girl and a handsome little boy, I must introduce you to them after we finish our coffee!" Tarik somehow felt different around Saleha. He couldn't quite put his finger to it. "What's your family like? Do you have any siblings or nieces or nephews?" replied Saleha casually. Edited by Yoloys, Jun 20 2014, 02:55 PM.
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| Whal | Jun 20 2014, 08:08 PM Post #96 | ||
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"I have a huge family," Tarik replied eagerly, "Five sisters with me in the middle." Saleha grinned widely, "Oh my, that is large! Are any of them married?" "Yes, all of them actually. Even my youngest sister, Malaeka, just recently got married at 14!" Tarik stated, his nervousness slowly dissipating. "Married at 14!?" Saleha exclaimed, her voice carrying. "Such a thing rarely happens here in Yoloys." "I told you! Where I come from its practically the norm. Al Whaladya is a deeply conservative country, but the women, my sisters included, all take to the task with grace," Tarik responded before taking another sip of his coffee. The couple were beginning to talk more openly and loudly. Glances which were made quickly and lasted only seconds suddenly lingered and were made more obviously. Patrons began mumbling to themselves in angry tones, obviously disgruntled over one of their own fraternizing with the "enemy." Tarik was growing restless as they whispered around him. Saleha noticed and reassuringly placed her hand on his. With her eyes she transmitted the message that nothing would happen to him - she wouldn't allow it. "Your sisters sound like strong women," Saleha continued with her disarming smile. "I would love to meet them some day and visit in Al Whaladya." "Are you sure? My father might try to take you for his second wife!" Tarik mocked. The pair erupted in audible laughter, which was the last straw for three young Yoloyese men sitting nearby. Enraged, the trio approached the couple with clenched fists. Tarik tensed and placed his hand close to his sidearm. "You shouldn't be here, kumbang," one of the men said in Arabic to Tarik - using the Yoloyese word for cockroach. "And you shouldn't be with him," another said to Saleha. "Why are you entertaining this invader? He's the reason we're starving." |
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| Yoloys | Jun 21 2014, 05:28 AM Post #97 | ||
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Saleha's face remained emotionless, despite the hurtful being thrown at her, the young girl began to speak - in a mixture of Yoloyese and Arabic, "Tarik is not the reason why we're starving! He's just an ordinary soldier, if you should blame anyone, it should be his government - not him!" "You don't know anything Saleha, so keep your mouth shut," said the oldest out of the men. "Yes I do Talha, unlike you and your failure of a zindagi!" shrieked the now clearly-enraged Saleha. Tarik felt a burden upon his new friend - or, if he allows himself girlfriend. Why did he come to this cafe on Bekayla Street anyway? However, the soldier's deep thoughts were interrupted by the presence of Ayesha, Saleha's older sister. The more robust looking sister, whose headscarf clung loosely to her scalp, barged straight out of the curtained curtained, carrying what appeared to be a plastic slipper. "Oi! Mr Big Balls and Co, who the hell do you think you are?" roared Ayesha. The entire cafe went deadly silent. Nobody dared to utter a single word. The three men looked petrified. "Come on Mr Big Balls, tell me? Are you some politician?" "Well, I um" stuttered the oldest of the men. "If you are not a politician, then please piss off out of my father's establishment and do not come back until I see fit, so kudaf!" The three men quickly vanished outside. The rest of the patrons remained silent. Unable to speak. "Now, Mr Soldier - I think I haven't introduced myself to you properly. My name is Ayesha Saloo, wife of Yahya Saloo and mother of Nargis and Rashid - who are both still infants. I see you are courting with my sister Saleha! Well come upstairs to the flat - Mummy and Papa would like to see you, Mr Soldier," as soon as she finished speaking, Ayesha returned back to the curtained backroom. The cafe slowly returned back to it's once nosy self. "Sorry about my sister Tarik, she's how you would say crazy" "I think your sister should join the army. She makes my entire regiment look like a group of old grannies!" Tarik and Saleha laughed merrily. "Well let's go meet my Papa and Mummy - you'll also get to meet Yahya and Nargis and Rashid," The young girl held onto the soldier's right hand, and led him to the curtained backroom and up the stairs, to the flat. |
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| Whal | Jun 21 2014, 02:14 PM Post #98 | ||
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Tarik allowed Saleha to lead him up the stairs. As he followed closely behind her, his mind began to wander once more about his reason for coming. Back home, his mother and father had attempted on multiple occasions to arrange him with a girl of another family. Tarik protested each time until his father threatened to disown him if he refused once more; however, once the war came along Tarik's duty to his country gave him a momentary respite. The thought that his family would disapprove of his interest in Saleha had crossed his mind several times since they met. She was after-all, a foreigner and not a strict Muslim - at least, not by his parent's standards. Tarik never let his parent's attitude dictate his life before, so he continued to put the problem off for the time being. As he walked through the door, Saleha's father stood and approached him. "So, your interested in my daughter are you, soldier?" the man questioned bluntly. Tarik put on a determined look and replied, "I believe I am, sir." Tarik shot a look at Saleha and she winked. "Well....." the father stated slowly, "You best shake my hand!" "And mine, Mr. soldier," Yahya interjected, approaching the pair. Tarik stretched out his hand and met Saleha's father's. His firm grip elicited a nod from the large man. Yahya smiled as they shook hands. "Come Tarik," Saleha said, grabbing his arm, "Let's meet everyone and chat!" |
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| Yoloys | Jun 21 2014, 03:13 PM Post #99 | ||
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"Mummy! Mummy! The soldier I was talking is here! Oh by the way if you don't mind Tarik, may you please take off your shoes - it's a kind of a Yoloyese custom" The flat appeared vibrant with bright colours - red, orange, blue, yellow - all mixed up to create a sort of tropical feel. Tarik kneeled down onto the hallway carpet to take off his shoes. Yahya and Saleha's father, who were already barefooted, stood towards the side of what appeared to be the living room. Yahya was the first to speak, "My father-in-law will keep you company, I on the other hand need to still pray my remaining two salaats for Maghrib, you don't mind that do you?" "No, not at all" gulped Tarik. As soon as he entered the threshold of the living room, he was bombarded by two small children. A young girl with bunches in her hair and a young boy with a bob-cut (both wearing pyjamas) grabbed onto each of the soldier's legs. Saleha's father chuckled to himself. "Look Nargis, I've finally got to touch the leg of a soldier! He smells like flowers," said the young boy. The young girl nodded in agreement. "I wonder if he wears girly perfume to try and impress Saleha Mammy!" The children's fun and laughter was soon ruined - in the form of their formidable mother. Ayesha screamed, "Nargis! Rashid! Leave Uncle alone immediately or I'll slap you both to next week!" Nargis and her brother Rashid let go of both of Tarik's legs and ran to the other side of the living-room. "Sorry about that, my children tend to get a little giddy when visitors arrive. My mother and sister will be with you and my father in a few moments - Mummy's still recovering from her illness," "Is your mother ill?" enquired Tarik worriedly. "Subhanllah, my mother is not ill anymore, she used to have breast cancer - Allah Willing, the doctors were able to find it quickly and managed to take out the tumour." "Allah have mercy upon us all," said Saleha's father. "Ameen" answered Tarik, he was staring to fall more and more in love with Saleha and her family. Was it due to their extremely friendly nature? Ayesha excused herself to sort out another issue downstairs - the coffee machine was not working. "Excuse me," asked Saleha's father, "what's your name? I had completely forgotten to ask you." "Granddad! Nargis called me a fat pig!" whined Rashid. "I didn't, he's lying!" blamed Nargis. "Nargis and Rashid Ali! Behave at once before I call your mother! Sorry about the interruption, carry on Mr Soldier" "My name is Tarik, what about your name Sir?" "My name is Yunus Aswat" "Your family is very welcoming Uncle," "Thank you, how has Yoloys been to you? Do you enjoy being in country? Do you find the language barrier difficult? Does our language sound slightly Arab? Are you able to understand our language? What about the culture in Yoloys? Is it completely alien to Whaladyan culture?" Edited by Yoloys, Jun 21 2014, 07:36 PM.
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| Whal | Jun 21 2014, 10:54 PM Post #100 | ||
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Tarik was floored by the variety of questions thrown his way by Saleha's father. Yoloy's had been a difficult journey for the young Sergeant - he had witnessed a massacre, killed a fellow Whaladyan soldier, been interrogated by the GFID, and even survived a gunshot wound to the abdomen. All these thoughts were swirling around Tarik's head as he wrestled with how exactly to respond. "Yoloys has been...an interesting experience for me," he began slowly, still debating whether or not to tell the truth. "Ah interesting you say?" Yunus replied, his eyes lighting up. "How so?" "Well, as you can imagine, I've seen my fair share of tragedy here in your beautiful country. It is true that warfare has deeply and terribly scarred your country and its people, but Yoloys still continues to surprise me with its beauty and the resilience of its people," Tarik replied, trying not too sound patronizing. Yunus nodded in agreement, "Yes, it has been a hard year for the people of this tiny island, yet we've managed to hold on despite those hardships. BUT, what about the differences of Yoloyese language and culture to that of your country?" "Oh yea," Tarik continued, "As Saleha will tell you, my Yoloyese is quite terrible! I really appreciate that you all speak Standard Arabic, even though that too doesn't come as easily to me as the Whaladyan variant I speak. And yes, when your speaking Arabic you do sound like Arabs to me! To be honest, Whaladyans and Yoloyese are not too different in terms of customs and religion. We both seem to hold family and devotion to Allah in high esteem. I think our real differences are only in politics!" "I think you'll find we're more alike there than you think, Tarik," Yunus said matter-of-factly. Tarik quickly interjected, "Perhaps you're right, but could I ask you a question Sir?" "Yes, of course!" "Saleha, your family....you've all been so welcoming. My experiences have led me to believe the majority of people here hate Whaladyans and the occupation. I have to ask..why have you all been so excepting of me? Especially after all the wrongs my fellow soldiers have done." Edited by Whal, Jun 21 2014, 10:54 PM.
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