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| Yoloys | Jun 22 2014, 04:16 PM Post #101 | ||
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Yunus remained silent for a few seconds, before answering Tarik's question. Nargis and Rashid continued playing noisily, unaware of the conversation taken place. When the elderly man finally began to speak, the entire world seemed to go silent. "To be honest with you Tarik, I have no idea. That's all I can say. I have no idea," said Yunus factually. "No idea at all?" "Yes, no idea at all," Tarik would have pushed Yunus further for more detailed answers, if Saleha and her mother hadn't entered the room at the exact same moment - along with Yahya as well. Saleha smiled brightly as soon as she saw Tarik sitting comfortably and chatting with her father. "Sorry I took ages, Mummy had a bad reaction from her tablet, she's fine though. Oh how rude I'm I? Mummy, this is the man I was talking about - Tarik this is my Mummy," The frail-looking woman, who wore her headscarf in a similar manner to Ayesha, greeted Tarik in a motherly manner. "Salaam dear, my name is Badrunnisa, but you can me call Auntie or Badrunnisa Mammy if you want - excuse my Arabic, I was taught Urdu and Gujarati as a child,"cooed Saleha's mother. "Salaam Auntie. Your Arabic is spot-on," "Why you're been so polite! Nargis and Rashid Ali, please fetch our visitor a glass of water and a plate of food - there's some samosa's and puri on the kitchen side," The two young children dashed towards the kitchen in a fit of giggles. Yahya sat next to Tarik, still smiling. Tarik was starting to feel at ease and began to tell Badrunnisa and Saleha and Yahya and Yunus tales of his military adventures and of family back home in Al-Whaladya. The two children came back - Nargis carrying the glass of water and Rashid carrying the plate of delectable fried food - and placed both objects onto the large oblong coffee table. "Uncle Tarik, can Rashid and I teach you some Yoloyese?" enquired Nargis innocently. "Please Tarik Uncle! We'll teach you how to sing the chorus of "It's a Small World", come on please!" begged Rashid. Tarik nodded his head in agreement. Saleha winked at Tarik whilst Badrunnisa clapped in support of the idea. Yahya remained smiling whilst Yunus kept silent, but smiling as well. "Okay listen up, the first verse of the line goes like this - Rashid if you don't mind," "Qu' renxca dunya ilyo! Qu' renxca dunya ilyo! Qu' renxca dunya ilyo! Qu' renaxca, renxca dunya" sang Rashid - rather loudly and off-key. "Are you prepared Uncle Tarik?" questioned Nargis. Edited by Yoloys, Jun 23 2014, 05:40 PM.
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| Whal | Jun 23 2014, 06:24 PM Post #102 | ||
"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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"I think so," Tarik replied slowly, whilst nodding his head. "Qu' renka dunca ilyoo! Qu' dunca renxca ilyoo! Qu' dunca renxca ilyoo! Qu' renaxca, renxca dunca," he sang incorrectly, but pleasingly. Both Nargis and Rashid looked at one another and grinned widely. Before long, the two children were rolling on the floor laughing loudly. Tarik looked puzzled - he genuinely believed he had gotten the Yoloyese words correctly. Quickly, Ayesha came over with the same plastic slipper she had brandished against the young men from downstairs. Before her children could even react, she had set upon them - delivering light slaps to their legs and behind. She then began chastising them for being rude to their guest. Tarik smiled at the youngsters to let them know he wasn't angry. "You'll get it eventually, Tarik!" Yunus replied with hearty laughter. "But please, continue telling us about your home in Al Whaladya." "We were discussing my family, correct?" Tarik inquired lightly, "Well, as I've said, I have a huge family with a total of 6 siblings - all of them sisters!" "Al-ḥamdu lillāh," Badrunnisa exclaimed, "Your lucky mother!" "Yea, I'm not so sure my parent's feel that way anymore," Tarik replied, lowering his head and eating. "We've been a real hassle for them." Badrunnisa sighed with a smile, "Oh Tarik, you know nothing. Children are a blessing from Allah. Nothing worth anything in this world comes easily!" "I'd say that you're right Auntie, but putting up with all five of my sisters and their wedding expenses, the heavy state taxes, and then my decision to join the army, my parents sort of lost themselves along the way. We have never been a picture perfect example of the happy family...I couldn't wait to get away....so i joined the army," Tarik responded, his face looking rather worn. Saleha took notice of Tarik's discomfort and gave a very reassuring smile when their gazes met. Quickly Tarik's face returned to a semblance of joy and familiarity. He suddenly began to realize that he was telling Saleha and her family more than practically anyone he had met since leaving Al Whaladya - even Faraj. Tarik was just about to forget the war until his radio buzzed. "Hey Tarik," Faraj's voice appeared, "The GFID has been snooping around base lately trying to catch guys who come in after curfew. If I were you, i'd be careful when coming back tonight!" "Roger that," Tarik replied robotically, but then with a deep sigh. As he glanced out the window, he noticed that the majority of the sun's light had faded. "Useless hacks," Tarik stated in reference to the GFID. "I hate too say it, but I think I need to get back to base." |
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| Margrave | Jun 23 2014, 07:22 PM Post #103 | ||
Is very much a holla-back girl.
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No sooner than Tarik has stood up had a brick sailed through the window. In yellow spray paint a crude sickle had been scrawled on one side, and on the other the face of Muhammad Al-Judidi had been stenciled. A cry of "Death to the oppressors!" rang through the house before the perpetrator scurried away like a cockroach scuttling to the shadows. Whether the threat was addressed to the young Al Whaladyan or the owners of the cafe was unknown. Meanwhile, the Confederate forces that had landed at Lapta split, and moved south and southeast. Once they had reached the A9, the set up a blockade, blocking the aorta of the heart of Cyprus, Nicosia. The Onco Kolordu repeated the process to the A1, the highway south of Nicosia. The soldiers who had occupied Kyrenia advanced down the southbound highway to the city, stopping just northwest of Yakin Dogu University. They held back from attacking directly, but the main roads out of the city were now blocked off. Edited by Margrave, Jun 24 2014, 02:14 PM.
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| Yoloys | Jun 24 2014, 02:11 AM Post #104 | ||
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OOC: Don't start an attack yet Margrave! I still need to sort out a few things! "Do you really have to leave so soon? I was enjoying your stories so dearly," said Barunnisa, clearly sad at Tarik's sudden departure. Saleha was trying her utmost not to cry. Despite the cold tears pricking the tips of her eyelids, Saleha behaved in an adult-like manner. Sensible and emotionless. The children on the other hand, were less than adult-like. "DON'T LEAVE! I'M SORRY!" wailed Rashid. "It was all my fault, promise!" screeched Nargis. "WE.....WE.....WON'T DO......IT.....IT....AGAIN!" sniffled Rashid. Ayesha was clearly to starting to fume at her children's stupidity. "Nargis and Rashid Ali, how many times do I have to tell you? If you do not behave and cause a scene one more time, I'll ask your father," pointing a plastic slipper towards Yahya, "to tell your molisab and apa to berate you and humiliate in front of your entire madrassah class - do you both understand?" The two wailing children stopped crying and agreed with their mother. "Good, now Yahya, please can you tuck Rashid in bed - Nargis, can you please put the plate of food away in the kitchen, thank you," said Ayesha calmly. Tarik stood up and said his goodbyes to everyone, before going to Saleha and planting a kiss on her cheek. The girl blushed and hugged the soldier tightly. "Yunus, look! Our future son-in-law has blessed our daughter with a rare kiss!" laughed Badrunnisa. Yahya patted Tarik on the back for bravery - "If I had done that to Ayesha in front of her parents, she'll probably end up killing me". After a few more minutes of talk and a last final goodbye, Tarik left to return back to the Headquarters. That was until the brick hurtled in threw the window. Edited by Yoloys, Jun 24 2014, 04:19 PM.
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| Margrave | Jun 24 2014, 02:10 PM Post #105 | ||
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OOC: Sorry! I didn't mean to step on any part of your story. I'll edit the above post. | ||
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| Whal | Jun 24 2014, 04:04 PM Post #106 | ||
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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OOC: I like what Margrave has written, so I'm going to tailor this next post to that as well as what you've written, Yoloys. Just imagine that the brick comes after what Yoloys wrote. IC: Tarik was stunned and dumbfounded as the brick slammed through the window. "Get down everyone!" he commanded, grabbing Saleha and shielding her from any imagined danger. Quickly, Saleha's parents, Ayesha, and Yahya grabbed the children and led them away from the windows. There was no telling if anything else more sinister would follow the brick, but Tarik wasn't willing to take any chances. He instinctively drew his pistol, kissed Saleha one last time, and darted towards the door after the perpetrators. "Wait Tarik, it could be dangerous!" Saleha shrieked, grabbing his arm. Tarik stopped, but only to place a reassuring hand on Saleha's face. "No one's going to hurt you, I promise," He stated tenderly, then ran down the stairs. "That's not what I'm worried about!" she replied, but in vain. Tarik was already down the stairs and into the street. By the time he had become aware of his surroundings, another brick was hurled in his direction. It missed his head by a few inches, but the danger was enough to spring Tarik back into action. As he scanned the street, he made out three young men dressed in black wearing shemaghs to hide their faces. "Hey you!" Tarik cried out, giving chase, "Halt, you're under arrest!" The three men ran away instantly and rounded a corner into an alleyway. Tarik rushed after them with the haste of a mad man - it was his fault that Saleha's family was placed in harms way. Once he rounded the corner after them, Tarik stumbled as one of the men brandished a pistol. The man fired two shots - one going wide and striking a brick wall above Tarik, whilst the other one hit its mark. Tarik clutched his arm in agony and then dove for cover behind a dumpster. He fired blindly at the assailants over the top of the dumpster, but it was too late. "Long live the Yoloyese proletariat!" They taunted, their voices carrying over a distance. "Death to Whaladyans!" Bleeding, but not broken, Tarik mumbled back, "Yea, fuck you too." Once he was sure the cost was clear, he hoisted himself up and called for the nearest patrol to search the area. The radio buzzed with static. Tarik assumed local interference was to blame, but neglected to pursue the matter further. He didn't have the time or the energy to chase three hooligans through the streets of Nicosia, and he still needed to check on Saleha and her family. Little did Tarik know that the entire Whaladyan municipal garrison had bigger problems on their hands - the Confederate Turks had reached the capital and were placing it under siege. Annoyed and bloodied, Tarik jogged back to the café and slowly made his way up the stairs. He was greeted instantly by a tearing Saleha. |
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| Yoloys | Jun 24 2014, 04:53 PM Post #107 | ||
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OOC: That's fine by me Margrave and Whal! (-: IC: "You stupid idiot, you could have got killed!" wailed Saleha. Tears streaming down her face. Meanwhile, Ayesha and Yahya tried comforting their two frightened children - Yahya calming Rashid by lulling him to sleep, whilst Ayesha told stories of famous Muslim women to Nargis. Saleha's parents had both retired to bed, clearly shocked by the events. "Do you know what those Daina's could have done to you Tarik?" questioned Saleha angrily. "I can-" Tarik was interrupted by a now clearly annoyed and emotional Saleha. "Shall I tell what they would have done to you? Those Daina worshippers, would have probably lynched you and leave your corpse to hang in front of the whole of Nicosia, you have no idea what they're capable of! Daina's have done far worse to the Alevi's," "They won't attack us, you have no need to worry, but my sister-in-law is right," said Yahya whilst holding a now sleeping Rashid in his arms. "you need to be careful around Daina's - they might worship dead relatives and spirits, but they are shit crazy - they're worse than the Turks - so please be wary - or else you'll end up being buried," Edited by Yoloys, Jun 24 2014, 04:56 PM.
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| Yoloys | Jun 28 2014, 09:24 AM Post #108 | ||
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Nicosia's city centre bustled with activity. Shoppers swivel past one another, teenagers congregate on wooden benches, families enjoying the peace and serenity of a now peaceful city. Ayesha was walking down the congested twists and turns of Alieko Road - the Mediterranean hub for fashion. The shopping bags she had been carrying, was starting to annoy her slightly. "Stupid pieces of Arabic crap!" fumed Ayesha rather loudly. Why did Yahya even managed to force into doing this? Ayesha hated shopping - more than she hated annoying people and the Turks - everybody knew that for a fact, apart from Yahya of course. Her constantly smiling husband of eight years still thinks that she liked shopping! What a reckless stupid idiot of a man. Yet, Ayesha still married him. Eyeing an table and seat outside the popular clothing shop Yoko, Ayesha decided to rest for a while. With relish, she sat onto the chair and began to regain some of her breath. The shopping bags that she had been carrying, lay on the right-hand side of her. "Shit!" swore Ayesha. A can of coffee had rolled out of the bag. Within seconds of bending down to retrieve the can, a large-scale explosion ripped through the entire city centre - including Alieko Road. At first, she couldn't feel anything, apart from the heat emitting from behind. However, the full-scale pandemonium that followed after would always remain with Ayesha. Luckily, the mother of two was one of the few casualties who was virtually uninjured - apart from the third-degree burn on her left cheek - and left to watch, in horror, as the city centre began to burn. Across the road from where Ayesha stood motionless, the body of a man lay completely still. The man's entire face was ravaged by the brutality of the fire. A single bloodied eyeball, dangled from the man's deformed eye socket. The blue iris started at Ayesha mockingly. All around her, Ayesha could hear the painstaking cries of help from the injured. "Help!" "I'm burning, I'm burning!" "Tosji? Tosji? Where's Tosji?" "Mummy!" "Somebody please help!" "Save me!" The distant siren of ambulances began to come closer and closer. By that time, Ayesha had collapsed onto the burning pavement, shock had taken over her body. Edited by Yoloys, Jun 28 2014, 03:37 PM.
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| Yoloys | Jun 28 2014, 02:22 PM Post #109 | ||
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Edited by Yoloys, Jun 28 2014, 03:35 PM.
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| Whal | Jun 28 2014, 03:29 PM Post #110 | ||
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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| meh | Jun 29 2014, 03:44 AM Post #111 | ||
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No one in the Salik government has anticipated the arrival of the CMESS military. Under orders to only fire upon WLC vessels or aircraft that attempted to break through the blockade, the admirals and the generals above were uncertain about the Confederates that were overflowing the lines. A de facto ally of the Salik Republic, the Confederate forces moved through the naval barrier unmolested, while the top commanders struggled to find the meaning of this arrival. It was only after their passage that the declaration of annexation was received. The declaration sent shock waves through all levels of the Salik government. President Qutb stood pondering over the options the generals and advisors had laid out on the table. With the situation deteriorating rapidly, it seemed like the best option was inaction. The situation on the border with Semitistan had not improved, and with the ever-increasing movements from AIM, the government could not allow itself to be drawn in any deep over this dammed island. Playing this game with the lives of men was an endeavor that Qutb knew all too well; the lack of action and foresight would only leave more dead. Two messages were sent later that night.
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| Yoloys | Jun 29 2014, 06:15 AM Post #112 | ||
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When Tarik entered the A&E of Nicosia University Hospital, an atmosphere of chaos rushed towards him and gripped the soldier by the neck. Injured patients, distraught relatives, overwhelmed doctors and nurses surrounded Tarik in a claustrophobic manner. Never before had he been in a situation like this, in which a hospital is beginning to metaphorically collapse onto itself. Ayesha. The mother of two had gone missing for nearly five hours now. The last anyone had seen of her, had been when she was near the end of Bekalya Street - on the way to do shopping. If Allah was willing, Ayehsa would be unharmed. Now with the entire city under martial-law, Tarik's only hope was to try and find Ayesha among the dead and injured. Noticing a nurse with a large ominous-looking clipboard, the soldier decided to question the whereabouts of the missing mother. "Excuse me," stated Tarik politely in Arabic, "could you help me find someone? Her name is Ayesha, Ayesha Saloo," The nurse gave one blank look at and said in English, "Sorry, ugh no Arabic - only Yoloyese or Greek," God dammit, thought Tarik. "Could I please look at name list please?" he said using hand-gestures and pointing towards the clipboard. "You want to look at the clipboard," she said slowly in English. "Yes, ūzbahda list" Tarik said, remembering the Yoloyese word for 'name'. The nurse gave the clipboard to Tarik, suspiciously, and watched him carefully with eagle eyes. Despite having some difficulty reading Latin and Greek characters - (how the hell does somebody pronounce 'ğ' or why is a person's name first written in Yoloyese than again in Greek?) - he was able to find Ayesha in no time. Ayesha Saloo - Ward Four, Burns Recovery Unit, Third Floor. With vast determination, the soldier heads to the third floor in order to find the sister of his lover. Edited by Yoloys, Jul 1 2014, 05:44 PM.
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| Whal | Jul 1 2014, 03:59 PM Post #113 | ||
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Tarik rushed through the hallways of the intensive care unit desperately searching for the burn ward. As he ran, he maneuvered through several hospital beds being pushed around by a frantic and clearly overworked medical staff. On the stretchers sat a multitude of injured individuals - all civilians. On their faces, Tarik saw pain, anguish, and anger. There was a sufficient supply of anger. Their anger was mostly directed at the Whaladyan occupiers and that meant Tarik himself. As he passed their beds, they spat at him or cursed him in their native Yoloyese. Tarik shared their anger, but for once it was not directed at his own. Someone, Confederate agents or separatists loyal to the Turks had orchestrated this attack and the Yoloyese people had taken the bait. Rather than seeing the attack for what it was, they had played to the months of anger and hostility which plagued them and directed the blame to the hated Whaladyan occupying authorities. Tarik wished he could stop and explain it to ever injured person he came across (if they'd even listen), but there was no time. He HAD to find Ayesha, alive or dead, to calm Saleha and her family. He prayed that she was alive. Eventually he found the burn ward where the chart said she was being treated. Brushing past the hospital's pathetic security, he located her room and entered. There Ayesha sat. The back of her head was wrapped in gaze, presumably where she had been burned by the explosion. As Tarik peered in, Ayesha noticed and spoke to him softly. "You might as well come in." "I didn't want to wake you," he replied, stepping through the doorway. Ayesha laughed, then groaned in pain. "I can't really manage sleep very well. The burns hurt terribly and there's barely enough medication to go around." "That's awful," Tarik mumbled in anger. "When we find who did this, I can assure you they wi-." Ayesha stopped him with her hand, "It doesn't matter, Tarik. I'm just glad to be alive." "As am I," The soldier said tenderly. Tarik sat on the bed by her side. "Everyone will be so relived to hear you're alright." Ayesha smiled and patted the Whaladyan's hand. "We're so blessed to have you around." Tarik nodded and smiled faintly. In all his years he never imagined striking up relationships with foreigners in the way he had in Yoloys. "What happened Ayesha?" Tarik finally asked, "Did you see anything suspicious?" |
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| Yoloys | Jul 3 2014, 05:37 PM Post #114 | ||
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"I can only remember the cries of people screaming and dying," grimaced Ayesha. Tarik could only imagine what it must have felt like. However, Ayesha soon sensed the soldier's vague uncomfortableness and quickly began to speak of a different topic. "Have Nargis and Rashid Ali been good children?" "From what Yahya's been telling me, they've been worried sick about you Ayesha," "Allah Akbar! My poor children and my poor husband! My Allah have mercy upon us all!" "Ameen" replied Tarik. "Have you spoken to Saleha yet?" But before Tarik was even able to think of an answer, two Yoloyese men - wearing Rehoba (Daina Ultra-nationalists) uniform - marched into the room. "Excuse me sister, but is this son of a whore bothering you?" spat the more aggressive of the pair. |
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| Whal | Jul 3 2014, 08:16 PM Post #115 | ||
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Ayesha was visibly angered by the man's comment. Her face turned beet red and she almost burst out in a tirade. Luckily for her, it was Tarik who spoke first. "You shouldn't speak ill of my mother, friend.." he threatened, "It won't go well for you." The nationalist grinned. His associate chuckled to himself, seemingly at the ilk of the Whaladyan. "I merely speak the truth. All you foreign dogs are born of whores!" He jeered at Tarik, his voice getting more confident and boisterous. The other man laughed in agreement and placed himself slightly closer to the bed. Closer to Ayesha. Tarik took notice as the other man straightened his posture, puffed his chest, and walked towards Tarik. "That's far enough," Tarik ordered, placing a firm hand on the man's chest. The room fell silent. Everyone watched the larger of the two men for a reaction to the gesture. He starred back at Tarik with immense hatred and his hands traveled closer to his abdomen. "Call my mother a whore one more time and your silly uniform won't be worth shit because you'll be wrenching it from your asshole," Tarik threatened, this time with a serious tone that freighted even Ayesha. The man chortled, looked at his friend, and then back at Tarik. His friend pulled a baton from his waist. "Whore." That was the last word the man ever uttered. By the time he had finished, Tarik had delivered a heavy gut-wrenching blow to the man's groin which sent him plummeting towards the floor. Before his upper body had even made contact with the white linoleum, Tarik grabbed the man's head and pulverized it against the tiles. Blood spattered across the clean white surface and onto Tarik's uniform. The man gurgled hopelessly then passed. The other man had watched helplessly in fear. He only discovered his courage when Tarik rose up from over his dead comrade. Lifting his baton over his head, the man charged Tarik with blind fury and intent to massacre. Unfortunately for him, Tarik dodged to the man's left and through him off balance. In one fowl swoop, Tarik grabbed the man's baton clenched hand, disarmed him, and twisted his arm out of its socket. The man yelped in pain as he fell to the floor and onto his dead comrade. Tarik stood over him, baton in hand. A doctor and several orderlies rushed into the room to investigate. "What's the meaning of this?" the doctor demanded. "Nothing," Tarik responded calmly, "This man's just needs a doctor." |
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| Margrave | Jul 3 2014, 09:57 PM Post #116 | ||
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Meanwhile, the round ups of the upper class continued, but another group that was barely present on Cyprus, the Dominigasques, were also being taken back to the Anatolian mainland. |
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| Yoloys | Jul 4 2014, 10:07 AM Post #117 | ||
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As the doctors and nurses began to wheel the injured man and his dead companion, a sense of pride had finally swept over Tarik. Since meeting Saleha and the Aswat family, the soldier was slowly beginning to build up courage. Or in his mind, a sense of 'belonging'. Despite being both a Shi'a and a Whaladyan in enemy territory, Tarik was starting to feel more and more part of Yoloys. How could one innocent romance change his mindset? One innocent mistake. Ayesha, the robust mother of two, was more like a "no-nonsense aunt" then the typical "friend" figure. Yahya was like the "brother" Tarik never had - always smiling and constantly happy. Saleha was his soul-mate. Perfect, petite and funny. Modern yet religious in certain aspects. The perfect bride. However, before Tarik was able to assign more roles, Ayesha interrupted his thoughts. "Oi, Tarik!" smiled Ayesha broadly, "I think you need to tell my family where I am, before anything else happens." |
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| Yoloys | Jul 24 2014, 11:22 PM Post #118 | ||
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Hedeh longed home. Hedeh longed for his father. Hedeh longed for the smell of sunshine mixed with sea foam. Most of all however, Hedeh longed for everything to go back to normal. Unlike other children of royalty and nobility, the two brothers had been brought up in completely 'normal' circumstances. For instance, the Tsarista or Tsar would have prepare family meals instead of the palace catering staff. The two brothers went to state schools, not public or private schools - Huzan was currently at Sixth Form studying for his exams whilst Hedeh was in the final grip of primary school life - and socialised with children of all background. Hedeh could go out with his friends to the cinema or to the park and not need body guards watching him constantly. It was a bit of a culture shock, when Hedeh saw how pampered the Sultan's grandchildren lived compared to the Yoloysese Imperial Family. At least everyone found him good-lucking. A lot of the females in the palace, thought that duke's raven black hair and cheeky-shy smile was beyond cuteness. When compared to Huzan, who was tall and well-built, Hedeh thought that he looked like a short ugly midget The language barrier had also proven tough. Despite his Arabic being described as "understandable" by many, the young royal felt as if he was living on an alien planet. Half of what the Sultan and his family said, became hard to understand. Hedeh feared that everyone was laughing behind his back at how stupid he was for not properly understanding Arabic. Why did he have to be curse with such a stupid brain? Somehow, Hedeh felt more alone and afraid than he first thought. Maybe he should have a word with nice Mr Sultan. Maybe he can guide him. |
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| Gaedic Republic | Jul 25 2014, 05:53 PM Post #119 | ||
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Another Antonov cargo plane lands in Yoloys, this time carrying Humanitarian Aid. Water and Blood, food and supplies. Gaedic troops unload as Yoloy troops keep close watch. "Here ya go" says a soldier. The plane quickly departs for Ulna in GCU, to refuel and replenish cargo. This has been part of a humanitarian effort to help Yoloys during it's bloody conflict. GCU has been establishing relations with Yoloys, helping with military and human aid. |
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| Gaedic Republic | Jul 25 2014, 06:01 PM Post #120 | ||
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The shrapnel lay waste, spewed over acres of land. In the center of chaos, an Antonov, belonging to Gaedic officials. Separatists currently control the area, and it is unknown if anyone survived... They look through the debris, looting in the process. A peacekeeping plane, unarmed, and ill-equipped for a shoot down. Gaedic officials are worried about the situation in Yoloys, and will continue operations. |
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| BenC | Jul 27 2014, 08:29 PM Post #121 | ||
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Over the last few days Sharyan had been busy with the rising conflict and war between GCU and U.A.E. over the two fighting because GCU accused them of beening terrorist and supporting terrorism in the region which was false. As the two country fought Sharyan prepared his country in the safe from possible invasion by using a well planned strategy involving tanks. As he did the youngest of his friend's sons Hedah had come to him for guidance since he beleived since he could get the basics for his country's langauge he was stupid which was far from the truth and Sharyan knew with the right guidance he could become an intellegent leader. Sharyan was sitting in his office going over reports when Hedah came in with a slight worry expression on his face amd seat down in one of the chairs across his desk. Sharyan looked up and smiled at the young duke before finish reading the report before speaking in basic arabic which the prince understand with alittle difficultly "Hello Hedah what brings you here to my office at this hour? Usually you are reading books that were sent her by your father to keep up on track with your studies." Hedah answer in the best arabic he could "M-m-mr.s Sultan I t-think I don't belong here and I think everyone thinks I'm some idoit who can learn a communicate in basic langauge." Sharyan knodded before speaking "Hedah while you aren't able to understand advance Arabic or not like your older brother doesn't mean you are an idiot or weak. You remind me of Hamza when he was younger before he became a great leader and goteveryone to see him as his own person who was different than his brothers or myself. Hamza was this short, soft spoke, and sometimes shy young boy who believed that he was unworthy of hold the title Prince or belonging to the royal family. He thought he had to be more like Ali Fatah with his stern voice or Mahmoud with his tall and powerful body. Hamza was a feared that if he didnt act like his older brothers he would be thrown out of the family and made fun of for the rest of his life. So he started to act more stern and serious around others amd became very abstein from daily life and finally after a few days his mother and I became very worried for his health. I talked to him after friday prayers and ask what was wrong and why he was acting this way but sadly he ran away from me tears coming down his face. I decided right there that Hamza and I were going on to go visot my brother Jabulah who at the moment was visitng our uncle in the mountains. So I left my Father in charge of the country for a few days and my son and I lefted for the north on a trip. During the trip up I slowly got my son to open up alittle and founded out that he was trying to be more like his older brothers and me to prevent people from think that he was a disgrace to the family along with me. He much like you thought that was stupid and scared that people laught at him behind his back and I told him that you aren't your brothers nor are you me, you are your own person and you must walk the path you choice before you not the one people want you to walk. After telling him this he asked me how he could do this and I will say to you the samething what do you want to be in life and how il, succeed in getting this goal. For the whole trip Hamza thought what he want to be and by the time he came back he tolded me that he wanted to be a soldier so he could defend his country and show the people he was differnet than his brothers. By doing this he became a new person no longer caring or worrying about what people said to him or how they try to prevent him from succeeding he whould say to them. I'm the one of choses the path to get to my goal not you or anyone who says anything different thean that, and after a few years of student and asking for help from those who really cared about him he became a great leader. He rose though the ranks eventually holding the highest rank in the Military of Supreme General in Command by the age of 18 years old. So Hedah what do you want to be in life and which path will you choose to walk and remeber what every path you chose your family will always help. They help by providng motivation in two ways direct by encouraging you and indirect by you making them proud by workong hard and asking for help when ever you need. One day you will be a great person Hedah and you will learn never to doubt who you are on the inside or the outside it makes you unique and different in the world. Know if you wish I can have Hamza's sister Hanifa and his wife Seraphina who is also learning arabic teach you how to understand arabic better and additionally if you need help or want to talk my door is always open" with this Sharyan offered the you prince tea and some snacks | ||
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| BenC | Jul 27 2014, 08:34 PM Post #122 | ||
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Released by the Libyan Yoloyese Task force command Edited by BenC, Jul 27 2014, 08:35 PM.
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| Porcu | Jul 28 2014, 04:20 AM Post #123 | ||
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OOC: Hey Ben, just a suggestion but could you break up your blocks of text a bit when you post? It makes it a lot easier to read and follow what you're writing when it's not one massive wall of text. IC: With the successful passage of the resolution regarding international action in Yoloys the time had finally come for ICON to flex its muscle and for the international community to show that it was capable of working together on a pressing issue with political, economic, and humanitarian concerns. The small contingent of Porcuian and Kasnyian forces that had sat off the coast of the Cypriot isle were in a position to begin operations on behalf of ICON and the newly created force of ICONOY - the International Commonwealth of Nations Operation in Yoloys. The resolution spelled out the size of the peacekeeping force to be 40,000 and the Republic was already able to contribute a small number of Marines to the operation. Indeed, with cover provided by Porcuian aircraft and the imposing guns of the Kasnyian IKS Zorlin, Porcuian marines made landfall just outside Episkopi in the dying daylight hours a mere day after news of the successful passage of the ICON resolution. Open radio communications were delivered to stations inside Episkopi so as not to cause any confusion or alarm by the local populace. Within 48 hours the scene in and around Episkopi was radically different - Porcuian marines, engineers, and naval officers worked to quickly establish a small base of operations in concert with their Kasnyian counterparts. While neither the Porcuians nor Kasnyians were able to immediately provide humanitarian support to the local populace, the establishment of an area of control would allow aid to arrive soon from H.E.A.R.T. Indeed, in preparation for eventual peacekeeping operations in Yoloys, H.E.A.R.T. organizers had shipped foodstuffs, medical aid, temporary housing materials, etc. to the Republic of Salik for temporary holding. Aid would only be able to arrive through a trickle, but it was hoped that a major seaport would be captured to allow rapid and mass distribution of humanitarian assistance to a suffering population. Flying over the temporary military command center on behalf of the yet assembled ICONOY were three flags: the flag of the Empire of Kasnyia, the flag of the Republic of Porcu, and the hurriedly designed and unofficial flag of the International Commonwealth of Nations. While some Yoloyese were excited at the prospect of a calmer future, some were highly skeptical - why believe that even more men, guns, tanks, and planes would solve this desperate situation? |
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| Gaedic Republic | Jul 28 2014, 04:43 AM Post #124 | ||
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A Gaedic Antonov plane comes careening onto a Military base in Yoloys. In it are another batch of Health kits and firearms, HK416 Rifles and compact MP7's. "All right, this is all, we better get going." The Antonov left the airbase, heading back to Ulna, GCU. |
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| Yoloys | Jul 28 2014, 10:40 AM Post #125 | ||
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Across the small island nation of Yoloys, a joyful, celebratory atmosphere has taken over the gloom and misery left behind by the scars of conflict. Today is Eid Al-Fitr, which marks the end of Ramadan and many - Muslim, Daina and Alevi alike - have been out enjoying the rays of bright summer sunshine. In the streets, residents organised street parades and parties. Traditional music filled the air. BBQ's lit and brimming with food. Children played games and ran riot. Ejy, the imperial and judicial capital of Yoloys, had not been affected greatly by the shelling that almost bulldozed Nicosia and Mojyke to the ground. However, there were few celebrations in Ejy. Due to the sudden "mental brake down" of Tsar Azil, the city residents felt uneasy. Especially since the death of Tsarista Zamei. The sudden death of the middle aged woman has shocked the international community. If only someone could own up. Then maybe Azil would finally be fit to lead his country again |
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