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| The Whaladyan Civil War | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 18 2014, 08:29 PM (1,257 Views) | |
| NRE | Apr 16 2015, 04:19 PM Post #26 |
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Omar al-Whaladya's caution was calculated, after all in times like these a man like Omar had enemies everywhere. Civil Wars generally brought out the paranoia in everyone, especially people of power. The biggest problem with this particular situation for Omar was that he was looking at a war that could be fought on three fronts. The Republican elements on one hand and nephew on the other. The only two reassurances he had was that one, his nephew was still in hiding and had not acted yet. The other was that if his nephew did act and the war did open into a three way fight it would be so for all three leaders. For now however, Omar's forces were winning and he had little incentive to take offers from outside. Still, the war was young and if he was to win he had to exploit every option, especially if it ended the war sooner rather than later. That is why he agree to the communucation and just as the first communication promised, a second message was sent that gave instruction on the video conference. When the preparations were made on both ends a secure channel was opened and the conference was begun. Posted Image "Good afternoon" the man over the screen stated. His accent was mostly neutral which only enhanced his already shrouded figure. "Allow me first to state that I sincerely apologize for the need to secrecy. However, I think we can both agree that we are not yet at the trusting phase of this relationship. Luckily I believe we can become very good partners.Especially given that there is much in the way of both weapons, materials, and money that I can afford to you. In good faith of course to ensure that a good standing trust is built between us...." |
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| Whal | May 23 2015, 10:02 AM Post #27 |
"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Omar remained stoic as the shadowy man began the negotiations. The room in which the former defense minister sat was entirely barren save a plain metal table and lone aluminum chair. Omar entered the tiny room alone and slowly pulled the chair out from under the table and sat comfortably until the man finished his introduction. Omar's demeanor was not one of amusement or of excitement, but of sheer unadulterated skepticism. Nonetheless, he waited politely, albeit with a visibly scowl, as the man apologized for secrecy yet expected trust. From this bizarre request alone, the Whaladyan surmised the man could only carry the ilk of a European or westerner. When it was time for him to respond, Omar's words were damning and unforgiving. "Trust? This is what you ask of me?" He questioned rather skeptically. "You who stands before me clouded in darkness and mystery? I shall tell you honesty now and I shall not ask again. I do not need your help, yet I remain curious to its origin. So tell me, who are you and why do you offer help?" The dark figure remained motionless and as silent as the grave. Omar's tone became more aggravated. "You understand, I assume, the nature of my situation in Al Whaladya do you not? I do not work with terrorists or non-state actors. I represent the Emirate of Al Whaladya, and as such I only deal with those of reputable sources. If you represent a sovereign nation then I shall hear which one, then you shall have my trust. You contacted ME and therefore must require something from ME. I must know with whom I am dealing..or we are done here." Posted Image Edited by Whal, May 23 2015, 10:07 AM.
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| Porcu | May 28 2015, 10:12 PM Post #28 |
"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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Deputy Ambassador Valeria Cammenius returned the wide smile that the Al Whaladyan agent so courteously gave her. She stepped back from the gate and waited for Agent al-Bhurkazi to step through as it was opened by the two Porcuian soldiers guarding the entrance. In a moment of confusion the Deputy Ambassador could not decide whether to request Al-Bhurkazi relinquish his weapon or whether she should allow it. Not wishing to psychologically emasculate the black clad and powerful looking agent, Valeria Cammenius gently instructed the guards not to request that the Al Whaladyan hand over his weapon. The two quickly made their way inside the Embassy, Al-Bhukazi just inches behind the Deputy Ambassador, and found the Ambassador waiting. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Ambassador Postumius Albinus asked, bowing politely before exchanging a strong handshake with Agent al-Bhurkazi. The Ambassador could feign surprise, interest, confusion, or almost any other emotional state - the ambassadorship had provided countless hours of practice - and so presently he was convincingly curious as to the visit by members of the GFID. "Domine," Valeria Cammenius began much to the disapproval of the Whaladyan agent, "This is Ganesh al-Bhurkazi, from the Ministry of Defense. The GFID is conducting a routine operation in the area for enemy infiltrators who may be disguised as civilians." "Oh, my..." the Ambassador replied slowly. After a moment he turned back to Al-Bhurkazi. "Well, Mr. al-Bhurkazi, I can assure you that no 'enemy infiltrators' have infiltrated the embassy of the Republic. The members of our staff here in Dayr-az-Zawr are veterans of the Foreign Ministry." Al-Bhurkazi smiled devilishly. "With all due respect, Mr. Ambassador, my orders are to conduct a thorough search. I request access to the compound and the possibility of interviewing your staff." "A thorough search? I thought this was just a routine operation." Postumius Albinus replied largely jokingly. The Al Whaladyan agent, however, did not interpret the reply as a joke. "Our operations are routinely thorough, Mr. Ambassador." It was at this moment that the Deputy Ambassador stepped away and proceeded to the central administrative office, though she was stopped by the Ambassador. "Just make an announcement to have all non essential personnel report here to the foyer. Mr. al-Bhurkazi may then run around to his heart's content." the Ambassador said in Porcuian Greek. Within a few minutes a rather large crowd had gathered in the anteroom of the embassy complex. Everyone from janitorial staff to secretaries, from security personnel to members of the Ambassador's personal staff had come. Hidden among them was the young Crown Prince. Muhammad's primary camouflage at this point would be the mass of people around him. Postumius Albinus hoped that this, in conjunction with his actual disguise, would suffice. A few short instructions later and the large group of staff were properly lined up in numerous rows, stretching all the way across the large foyer. Deputy Ambassador Valeria Cammenius returned at this point and provided a comprehensive list of all the staff members of the Embassy. There were no matches between the list provided by Al-Bhurkazi and that of the staff. "We may tour the Embassy, if you wish." Ambassador Postumius Albinus said. "There are still a small number of staff manning our critical stations, just so you are aware." |
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| NRE | Jun 1 2015, 05:22 PM Post #29 |
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"Omar al-Whaladya, your lordship, you are correct" the figured stated, motionless. "You are indeed the leader of your nation and should be afford all the customs of courtesy that are associated with such things. I would sincerely be saddened if such a conversation as this was cut short prematurely due to minor misunderstanding. After all, there is much business to discuss and we cannot allow this misunderstanding or say, the bombing of a ministry, get in the way of communication." No doubt Omar caught the reference right away and understood the caution they took. The Silhouette's head turned and gave a nod before the lights of the room were brightened and the man's overall figure came into view. The Russian smiled as he hoped such a concession pleased Omar. "My name is Nikolay Obruchev, I am a special envoy for my government. I believe we can both agree that there has been some misunderstanding between our two people. However, my government his highly hopeful that your administration is far more understanding and tolerant." Omar remained silent, stoic. Obruchev continued. "There is much we can offer your rightful government in this unfortunate civil unrest business. Of course, I imagine if you so wish it, we can forget this conversation entirely. I understand that your people show little apathy for western intervention. Of course, just because you do not take help does not mean your enemies will not." Edited by NRE, Jun 1 2015, 05:23 PM.
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| Whal | Jun 8 2015, 09:06 AM Post #30 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Imperial Residence, Dayr-az-Zawr.. Omar was floored once the figure revealed his true identity and allegiance. He had suspected some type of international terror group or perhaps even ICON, but a Russian? That was almost too ridiculous to be true. The Russians were hated above all others by practically every side of the civil war for their perceived treachery during the Kurdish troubles. That they would now come to assist Omar's regime, especially Omar's regime, was something of serious concern. Honestly, Omar was even more skeptical than before. "You're a Russian?" Omar asked blatantly and visibly shocked. "I also imagine that your government has made you aware of the diplomatic embargo Al Whaladya currently has in place with Russia. Furthermore, I can't say that I'm entirely comfortable dealing with a country who so obviously infiltrated my own without an apology or some other concession." Omar was rightly annoyed as much as any Whaladyan could be over the two country's past dealings, yet he was still curious to see what the Russians were after. "What is it exactly that your Emperor desires from me?" Omar inquired. "As I know you do not have my interests at heart, speak honestly and I may consider your offer." Porcuian Embassy, Dayr-az-Zawr... "Ah, not just yet, Mr. Ambassador," Al-Bhurkazi said calmly. "As you can imagine, my government requires that I conduct a thorough search of everyone you have amassed here. You never know who could be lurking in the back in disguise." He turned back with a wry smile. The agent scanned the room tenaciously. With his mostly fabricated list in hand, Al-Bhurkazi went face to face among the crowd carefully checking each face with his records. Much to the chagrin of the Porcuians watching, he checked each man, woman, and child meticulously. So far he hadn't found anyone on his list, but he was positive that he would find someone which would give him the excuse to storm the embassy. "Mr. al-Bhurkazi, sir, I assure you everyone here has been I.D'd and is properly documented," the Ambassador called out, trying to be sincere. "Please, there is much more to the embassy than the lobby." The agent was unmoved by the ambassador's attempt to remove him and it only fueled his drive to catch an infiltrator. He continued to scan each person he came across and was vastly reaching the back of the crowd. Towards the fringes of the pack, Muhammad figited slightly in discomfort and began to sweat ever so lightly. "Mr. Ambassador, a simple question if i may?" al-Bhurkazi responded, keeping his eyes fixated on his subjects. "If an animal carrying a disease entered your compound here would you allow it to remain? No, you would not. You would begin searching as thoroughly as you could until you discovered the creature and eradicated it. You do not take a quick glance and resign yourself to that, but rather you must be diligent in your efforts. You must -" al-Bhurkazi froze mid sentence as his eyes met those of his next subject. The man would have escaped the scrutiny of a lesser agent, but not the seasoned al-Bhurkazi. While studying the man before him, the answer was not so readily apparent, however at second glance it couldn't be any clearer. This man had been very expertly disguised, but any true Whaladyan could distinguish their royals from the crowd especially so up close. "Hello My Prince," al-Bhurkazi said confidently to Muhammad. "You look quite different." The shaking Muhammad looked around frantically finally resting his terrified eyes on the Ambassador. Before anyone could act to save him however, the agent pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the Crown Prince's forehead. The crowd gasped in terror, yet al-Bhurkazi was indifferent to their concerns and he forcefully grabbed the prince and began shuffling him to the door. "Not harboring enemies of the state? HA. What do you call this then?!" al-Bhurkazi asked as he paraded his catch to the ambassador. "Crown Prince Muhammad al-Whaladya, I formally place you under arrest for treason and the murder of Foreign Minister Mehmet Benghazi. You shall be brought forward before a formal military tribunal where your fate shall be decided according to the tenants of our laws. May Allah judge you as He sees fit." Al-Bhurkazi shoved Muhammad towards the door as many looked on helplessly. The Crown Prince struggled and protested, but he couldn't fight as long the pistol remained fixed at his lower back. Against his will Muhammad was pushed towards the door, but he couldn't go through it. In front of him, with the support of a few guards within striking distance, stood the Porcuian Ambassador. The room was silent as they awaited what would happen next. |
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| Porcu | Sep 26 2015, 07:54 PM Post #31 |
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OOC: Sincerest apologies, Whal. IC: Porcuian Embassy, Dayr-az-Zawr "I'm afraid I cannot allow you to take the Crown Prince from the premises." Ambassador Postumius Albinus said, his tone and demeanor radically different than a few moments before. "You are mistaken. I can and I will, Ambassador." Al-Bhurkazi snapped back. Those that had been gathered in the foyer began to sense the rapid deterioration of the situation. Many were on edge themselves and wished more than anything that the situation would, somehow, move towards an agreeable conclusion. "The Crown Prince is a refugee and has taken refuge within the Embassy." The Ambassador lied without so much as a thought beyond the initial statement. "Prince Muhammad is to be afforded all the protections due to him, legal or otherwise." Al-Bhurkazi tightened his grip on the Crown Prince's collar and pushed his pistol hard against the young man's lower back. He had entered the Embassy alone. Now, he took note of the Porcuian soldiers who had begun to surround him. |
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| NRE | Sep 26 2015, 10:47 PM Post #32 |
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"Your lordship my government is well aware of the policies of your previous government. The incident for which such a policy was bore from was unfortunate but Russia does feel that the actions which unfolded were unjustly reported to be actions we took ourselves, to which we can only say that this is untrue. Surely a man as educated as yourself can come to the same conclusion when presented with the evidence. After all, why would Russia come to your government with the information we did to only bomb your foreign ministry in the end. Russia gained nothing but your scorn which is, as our government feels, a highly unfortunate outcome. If Russia infiltrated your country then it is more than willing to apologize for its actions though it sincerely doubts its been the only nation to do so. Saint Petersburg is well aware that the Porcu have an embassy in your capital do they not?" The Russian gave little time to allow Omar to think about what he was insinuating before continuing. " "That being said, I am not contacting you under the capacity of a representative of the Russian government. No more, that is, than you can say that there aren't spies among your staff at this time." Omar scoffed at the notion but the Russian simply raised a hand and gave the expression of wanting to explain. "I am contacting you as a concerned observer of the plight of your people. Instability in Al-Whaladya will undoubtedly have an unfortunate side effect on the economic and political stability of the region around you. Furthermore, allowing the country to be ruled by a mob only gives way to power vacuums and the rise of despots. No, Al-Whaladya needs a strong leader, a family to watch over its best interest and I feel you are the most qualified of anyone to do this. My only hope is that once my help proves pivotal to your success, your government may be more open to exchanges with foreign countries. I am sure if given the chance, leaders such as the Russian Emperor would be more than interested in trade and advancing diplomatic ties with your country." The Russian couldn't be sure that the Porcu weren't listening into the conversation, their spies seemed to be everywhere these days. Plausible deniability in this conversation was key but at the same time the Russian had to make sure his case was made plan. Russia needed an ally in the Middle East, more so an Arab one than its Christian allies in Alexanderhaven. It need this to help with its own future plans though they had nothing to do with the heart of the Middle East where Al-Whaladya laid. Omar al-Whaladya might not have been their first choice but he was, in their opinion, the strongest leader out of the choices given. He was, unfortunately, also not a fool and unless they could make a compelling case they realized he wouldn't be willing to buy. |
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| Whal | Oct 5 2015, 07:16 AM Post #33 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Porcuian Embassy, Dayr-az-Zawr.. The black suit clad agent felt a cool sweat growing on the nape of his back. He was only too aware that he had entered the embassy alone and that his men were still outside and unable to support him should he choose to leave by force. He could shoot the Crown Prince right then and there and saved the regime a great deal of trouble, but the Porcuians would tell the world and Omar al-Whaladya's government would be tarnished beyond repair. No, a rash action now would be foolish, but there was another way. The regime was now fully aware of the Prince's whereabouts and they could now isolate and contain the area. Moreover, the Porcuians had proven to be untrustworthy and meddlers in Whaladyan affairs. The regime could make the plans of these Scandinavian interlopers very hazardous should they choose to remain on Whaladyan soil. "Well, Mr. Ambassador, it would appear that we've reached an impasse," al-Bhurkazi admitted, loosening his grip on the Prince. "I may not be able to leave here with the Prince, but rest assured that we are far from done here." He casually warned before releasing the Prince and holstering his pistol. He watched the frightened faces of the embassy staff and took notice of the bases light security detail. Muhammad almost collapsed as the agent released him and he walked over briskly to Ambassador Albinus where he was now presumably safe. The GFID agent walked calmly towards the door where the ambassador had created a corridor for him to exit. "One more thing gentlemen," al-Bhurkazi stated before leaving for good. "The immediate area is quite dangerous now and I would advise not leaving the compound under any circumstances. Stray bullets find their mark almost as easily as guided missiles." He sneered as he exited back towards his men. As soon as the agent returned to his men a call was made to isolate the embassy. No one would be allowed to come in or leave and the airspace was now certainly monitored. Imperial Residence, Dayr-az-Zawr.. The Russian was certainly peaking Omar's interests and as much as he despised and distrusted them he was not in the business of allowing aid to just walk out the door. Yet, as useful as Russian aid might be, the Whaladyan leader was still not blind to the fact that the Emperor would demand something in kind. As it seemed that the Russians were playing on Whaladyan favor in the region in the years to come, Omar wasn't entirely convinced that such a deal would be as fiendish as he initially thought. The uprisings were still being contained in the major cities, but the country side and the Kurdish territories were in open war with all sides of the conflict. Omar had the manpower and the will to crush them, but he would need larger supplies of armaments and fuel to keep the machines of oppression up and running. He surmised that the Russians might be useful in this regard. "Mr. Obruchev, it would appear that your offer is not as unseemly as I at first thought," Omar began with a serious tone. "I know not what you expect from Al Whaladya in the future, but if you desire my endorsement for future Russian ventures in the Middle East then i imagine we can come to an agreement of sorts. What I need to maintain the stability you desire is a steady influx of munitions and fuel to keep my military in full swing. As you know, wars are also expensive and with the rebels destroying infrastructure and damaging my manufacturing, my economy is in shambles and I need loans to keep the purchase of weapons in a steady flow. Am I making myself at all clear to you?" "Additionally, I may also be able to offer you some intell on your good friends in Porcu," he said smiling. "They still remain nominal partners of the Emirate and perhaps this could be used to mutual profit. I am beginning to question their commitment to my government." |
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| Gaedic Republic | Oct 10 2015, 07:16 PM Post #34 |
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GC Department of Foreign Services.. During the turbulent times that were occurring in Sudan and the Red Sea, Hayao Kinzoweiy was busy working with officials on the terms of planning and deciding. But on that day on the 10th of 10, Kinzoweiy was going to be tasked with an assignment that would probably devastate his personal life. On that day, his supervisor Khan slipped a bright colored yellow envelope, with a navy blue interior. Within it, laid a tan colored piece of paper. "The Caliphate has assigned you to 'Operation Kingsknight'. If you wish to continue, then you are ordered to attend a meeting at room 4B at 7505 Lewey Way, Plac-Millaes. The building number is 701. If you wish to continue with your current duties, then send back this envelope immediately within 48 hours." Kinzoweiy looked left, then quickly towards his right, before nodding his head back to to the paper on his desk. "Well, let's see what entails.." 7505 Lewey Way, Plac-Millaes.. Kinzoweiy dropped off his blue bicycle earlier at the subway station, and chose to walk towards the meeting he so wished to attend. After 23 minutes of strenuous speed walking, he finally arrived at the intended building. A two-story, business center among the countless other run down apartment buildings that lay ahead of him. Climbing the cobblestone steps, he walked aimlessly into the building, confused and disoriented as to where he was. Curiously zooming into the empty, yet quite clean, meeting rooms,he stumbled into a dimly lit room surrounded by four men in dark suits that nearly hid their character. "The chink came, it took him a while, eh?" Kinzoweiy, utterly bewildered by the unprofessional character by the men, took a seat along side them. "Ar-are you the, the-" One man interrupted "The chink can't speak Gaesch!" The men proceeded to quietly snicker, until what appeared to be the alpha of the group silenced them, "Enough. Mr. Kinzoweiy, I ask of you to excuse these degenerates for their insolence, please make yourself home. Now, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Agent Khalid, superintendent for the Gaedic-Security Agency. I am supposed to assign you your assignment, so I might as well tell you before handing the stack of paperwork that'll most likely inflame your arthiritis. The Whaladyan Civil War has been going on, and while it shouldn't be any of our business, there has been intelligence to suggest that Jamaat-Islamiya may be using Whal as a secret base of operations. Now, as you are a man of noble stature, it has come to my attention that you will help this nation defeat GJI? Now of course, IF you were to seriously mess up, or betray us then you are aware that we have access to that beautiful wife of yours. Ming, isn't it? So you're going to help? Good! That's the enthusiasm I am looking for! Now, your first assignment is to arrange a meeting with a representative from Whal. Considering that's your bureaucratic business, and none of mine, all I can tell you is good luck, and most importantly, make this happen. Further details will unravel the more we get things done." GC Department of Foreign Services.. Typing his message on Microsoft Word, Kinzoweiy carefully ensured that no errors existed before logging on to the GC Database. The message relayed proceeds as follows, "The Gaedic Caliphate is aware of tensions rising in your own nation. A civil war, questioning allegiance between yourselves and various governments are all benefactors that have led to our entrance into this mingling of issues that face your nation today. The Caliphate has received heavily examined and verified intelligence regarding the unintentional harboring of Gaesch Jamaat-Islamiya terrorists within Whal itself. Now, the Caliphate only wishes that they be eradicated with as little knowledge as possible. Our greatest fears, however, are that they may be creating connections between themselves and other organizations that wish to topple your governing body. We would like to discuss this matter through a representative of Whal itself, and if the nation of Whal were to oblige, then it shall be made that a confidential meeting in Plac-Millaes shall occur." Edited by Gaedic Republic, Oct 10 2015, 07:21 PM.
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| Whal | Oct 20 2015, 04:12 PM Post #35 |
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The Emirate of Al Whaladya and the GCU were two countries with very similar views and governments, and therefore the Whaladyans were much more willing to work on matters of national security. While the Whaladyan GFID was skeptical of the presence of Gaedic terrorists within Al Whaladya proper, they were not inclined to simply shrug off the idea either. In fact, the head of the GFID, Marshall Usama al-Whaladya was adamant that an investigative team be sent into the country to conduct an inquiry about the same time as a delegation was sent to the Gaedic capital. Heading the mission was the highest ranking officer for GFID intelligence under the Marshal, Brigadier General Ahmed al-Masyaf. Luckily for the general, the reports regarding Jamaat-Islamiya came in right before he landed in Plac-Millaes - the JI were indeed active inside the south of the Al Whaladya and currently battling with republican rebels for control of the countryside. Waiting inside the lobby of a side room in the airport, the Whaladyan waited for a delegation from his hosts. |
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| Gaedic Republic | Oct 20 2015, 08:50 PM Post #36 |
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"Please, honorable gentlemen, right this way!" The security service arrived, UZI Machine Pistols in hand, as they carefully and delicately extracted the officials to the outer area of the airport. Laying in front of them, two Mercedes S Pullman-Guards, with extended wheelbases and large room similar to that of a limousine. As the officials entered, two matte black Toyota Highlanders closely followed, with routine security checks and clearing of traffic. "Ambassadors, allow me to introduce myself. I am Hayao Kinzoweiy, Chief Lieutenant of the Gaedic Caliphate Foreign Services. It appears that I am authorized to supervise and maintain your visit and potential future diplomatic exchanges. As for myself, I am half-Japanese, half Sinai, with the full spirit of the Caliphate flowing through my veins! Well, to digress from this topic, it appears that there is a concern for our nation and yours regarding terror activity occurring within your own very nation. Bilag Ribak, the leader of the Gaesch Jamaat-Islamiya, has sent frequent messages from an area pinpointed within north Whal. These messages are propaganda pieces, urging the destruction of our nation and yours. It is pertinent we-" The blockade came to a slow halt as the vehicles remained in front of the Grand Palace. "Please gentlemen, allow us to further our progression within the walls of GCU's most magnificent architectural structure." |
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| NRE | Oct 21 2015, 01:22 PM Post #37 |
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"Your lordship, your message could not be more clear" Obruchev stated. "I can assure you that all my hope is that your government will use the generocity of this one, patriotic Russian civil, as a guideline for all of Russia. I am fortunate you see, your lordship, that I am blessed with the financial security necessary to donate to such worth causes. Causes, such as humanitarian aid for your people. This war is indeed a costly one and will undoubtedly become even more costly as it continues forward. To ensure your people do not suffer more than is necessary, an end must be achieve so that peace and prosperity can be attained and maintained well afterwards." "Your lordship, your security forces will undoubtedly soon come to inform you that a rather large cargo plane is heading towards your northern border. Its flight pattern will suggest it came from the Caucasus which it did. Consider it the first of many presents to come from my personal donations to your efforts. I am very hopeful that you'll fine the contents to your liking. There will also be a personal aide of mine on board, if it is agreeable I would like them to stay and become a direct line for you, to me. I mean no disrespect, but I am not completely confident that this line is secure and I would hate for prying ears to complicate this arrangement of ours." "If these things are agreeable, then I will relieve you of my presence your lordship and will make further arrangements for the supplies your people so desperately need." |
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| Porcu | Nov 17 2015, 10:13 PM Post #38 |
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Posted Image Dayr az-Zwar was uncomfortably beautiful that evening. That was the thought at Ambassador Marcus Postumius Albinus kept returning to as he gazed out of his office window. Moving his eyes away from the distance and focusing back in on the embassy complex he could make out several pedestrians going about their business. In addition, there was the usual light traffic that this particular street he was gazing at bore at this time of day. While he could not himself see anything as obvious, he knew there were at least one pair of eyes watching over carefully. What bothered him was the fact that only now did the beauty of the capital and its landscape come into focus. There was a light knock at the door. The ambassador turned away from the window and slowly walked back to his desk as he voiced for whomever it was to enter. Reservedly and cautiously, Crown Prince Muhammad slowly opened the door to the ambassador's office. "Wait..." Ambassador Postumius Albinus said suddenly as he stood and walked over to where the Prince stood. "Better to talk in the hall, I think." The ambassador didn't want to take the chance of exposing the Prince to an "errant" bullet. "Well," the Ambassador continued after a moment. "Are you ready?" "I'm not sure this is the best course of action." the Prince replied with great hesitation. Ambassador Postumius Albinus chuckled lightly, but then took a moment to look silently back at the worried Prince. Although he was unsure if he was successful, he tried his best to reassure the young Muhammad that the chosen course of action was, in actuality, their only true option. Several moments later they were joined by the Deputy Ambassador Alypia Valeria Cammenius, who waited politely for the Ambassador to finish before stepping closer. "All the preparations have been made, Domine. The staff is waiting." "All sensitive information is accounted for?" Ambassador Postumius Albinus asked. "Ariminae has confirmed receipt. A safe house has been found for part of the staff." The Ambassador nodded in acknowledgement and thanked the Deputy Ambassador before turning his attention back to Muhammad. "There's no sense in putting this off any longer. We leave in a few hours. If you wish, my bed is yours to rest in." Prince Muhammad nodded and watched as the Ambassador walked down the hallway. Quietly, but with an air of purpose, the embassy began to shut down as its staff prepared themselves for the night ahead. ... Darkness had fallen a few hours prior and from the quiet shadows that draped the capital a sudden flurry of activity rattled the calm atmosphere. Several large explosions rocked the city, all some distance away from the major government houses of the defacto Al Whaladyan government. Additionally, there were smaller altercations instigated by an unknown force involving local police and military units. The state of confusion only grew as the minutes passed. Back at the Porcuian embassy Ambassador Postumius Albinus, Prince Muhammad, and the rest of the embassy staff quickly set themselves in motion at the onset of the first explosions. Grabbing everything they had need to pack, the Ambassador and the Prince moved swiftly to the central building of the embassy complex. The embassy staff had previously been split into small groups and were now gathered for a final salute. Ambassador Postumius Albinus thanked everyone for their service and told them all to stay alert and to proceed as they had planned. Several groups moved toward the gates of the complex, including those used in emergency situations, and waited for the sign to proceed. Conversely, other groups packed themselves into the cars at the disposal of the embassy, while another had won the lottery to use the heavier, armored SUV. Finally, Ambassador Postumius Albinus, Prince Muhammad, and the three best members of the embassy's security detail took the last of the embassy's motorcars. "Those gentlemen of the SSR have done a wonderful job." the Ambassador said as the motorcar's engines were revved. "Let's not have their efforts go to waste, ne?" Moments later the entirety of the embassy had evacuated and thrown themselves into the immediate darkness that engulfed the city. Fanning out in all directions, the different groups moved quickly and seemingly erratically in order to throw off their watchers and followers. The motorcar holding the Ambassador and the Prince first moved directly toward the city centre, where much of the chaos and occasional exchange of fire was taking place, before turning suddenly and heading in a southerly direction. Whereas other groups had their location goals either within the city or just beyond its limits, the Ambassador hoped they would be provided enough time to cross the border that lay to the south. The motorcar had with it a small GPS device that was being constantly monitored by Porcuian special forces, the SSR, who had, in a matter of a few hours, been able to set up a rendezvous beyond the Al Whaladyan border, between the two great rivers of Mesopotamia. A lighter Ursus class variant attack helicopter awaited to transport the Ambassador and the Prince to the coast, if they were able to make the trip. Air cover was not a guarantee at the moment, but the 7th Fleet had been moved east of Malta, as a defensive maneuver for the 6th Fleet which had begun to withdraw from the entrance of the Adriatic, and it would take a bit of time for the Fleet to shift further east so that the open territories south of Al Whaladya were comfortably within range of the Claudius Pulcher interceptor aircraft aboard the fleet's aircraft carriers. |
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| Whal | Nov 29 2015, 10:29 AM Post #39 |
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OOC: Sorry for the lack of participation on my part guys, admittedly everything other than Austria has taken a backseat for me personally at the moment. Ill try to keep this going as best I can for the time being until i have more time and will to devote to fleshing it out more. IC: Plac-Millaes, GCU The Gaedic representative, a Mr. Hayao Kinzoweiy, was not what Brigadier General al-Masyaf was expecting at all. While his Japanese half was a bit of an oddity, the General was sure that his compatriot would nonetheless be highly motivated in defending his country and therefore providing the Emirate with all the information regarding Jamaat Islamiya the Emir would require. "This is such beautiful architecture," Ahmed al-Masyaf replied honestly, as he followed the Gaedis into the building. "Admittedly, I've always desired to travel to Egypt." The group walked into the lobby of the building and the Whaladyan was led into a conference room. Once everyone had been seated he felt content to express his true feelings. "Mr. Kinzoweiy, I wish to first thank you for the warm welcome myself and my security detail have received. My government is all to willing to open up a greater relationship with the Caliphate under an agreement to eradicate terrorism. That being said however, the GFID has been ever vigilant since the beginning of the civil war in Al Whaladya and has outlined a wide host of armed groups, yet it remains skeptical that Jamaat Islamiya is as inclined as you say to enter the Emirate. Before we can progress further, I would like to hear what evidence your security apparatus has collected in order to prove their designs in my country." _________ Dayr-az-Zawr, Al Whaladya "This is agreeable to me as well, Mr. Obruchev," Omar al-Whaladya replied more delighted than he was originally. "While there is still much in the ways of reconciliation still needed between our two countries before we can come back to full understanding, I do believe this arrangement shall be a healthy first step. I myself am grateful for Russia's assistance as are my people, as I am sure you are as well for Whaladyan assistance in other means. We will be in contact further regarding future intelligence of the Republic as well as the situation here. It was a pleasure, Mr. Obruchev." Omar smiled and disconnected the feed. As he stood up from his chair and aide approached him to inform him that Whaladyan radar had just detected the Russian cargo plane as it had entered Whaladyan airspace. Omar smiled, "Excellent, I want extra security at the airfield to ensure that plane and its contents arrive safely." "Of course, Emir," the man replied obediently, "But, I have additional news which requires your immediate attention. Rebel forces loyal to the former Prime Minister have recently begun a series of attacks approximately a mile away from the city's airport. They run the risk of disrupting the plane's landing should they get chance to reach the airfield." "Well, put a stop to them at once!" Omar ordered red-faced. "I won't have news of Russian involvement plastered on the nightly news!" The man nodded again, but swallowed hard. "There's one more thing, Emir. News that the Porcuian Embassy has been emptied in a giant exodus has just reached us from our sources stationed around the compound. We believe the Porcuians are attempting to extradite the Crown Prince under the cover of this maneuver." Omar's eyes grew wide and he grabbed the man. "Now, you listen to me. You WILL find the car housing my nephew even if you have to close each and every border crossing in the country. You find him and bring him to me! Do you hear me? Because if you do not, I will hold everyone stationed at that compound personally responsible. Now, GO!" The man ran out in a fury, screaming into his radio as he went. The entire city was put on high alert from the police to the soldiers stationed at every border crossing. If Muhammad was to escape the city he would need to do so with the help of some very powerful friends. |
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| Gaedic Republic | Nov 29 2015, 06:09 PM Post #40 |
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Plac-Millaes, GCU "I would like to show you, Brigadier, this video supposedly uploaded onto the deep web." As the seedy video played, it displayed a wide canvas, an open desert with little views other than the outskirts of the surrounding plains. The camera slowly peered out to show itself on a large mountainous region surrounded by large, magnificent sandstone hills. A young man, with a large grey beard, sat quietly in a criss-cross fashion. He gazed upon the atmosphere, before the video cut to him inside a dimly lit compound, lighted only by a small handheld candle. His AKM was cuddling his side, and his military fatigues were covered by traditional Arab attire. "Assalamuialakum waramathulahi wa'barakathuhu brothers and sisters. It is I, Ali el-Ansari, the leader of the mujaheddin here in the Muslim nations. I have come forth a fatwa, in which I declare the legality of all states false, and it is especially true of the Emirate in which I currently reside within. I wish to eradicate this foreign evil of cowardly kuffar, and establish a land in which we as Muslims will have a greater voice and less fear. We will never again be humiliated by the western forces, and it is I who will free Sudan from the arms of the hypocrites who side with the crusaders. I will wage a jihad against the Emir and his cowards, as I have done so in GCU, for there will be a price to pay for our suffering." The video later ended with a montage of the Gaedic Caliphate during its invasion of Sudan, and the Emir with a red cross hair aimed on his head. "Brigadier, this is a major, major security threat. You must understand, we have been stacking a military offensive against their operations in Sudan. They are a relentless and dangerous group which poses a severe threat to the Emir. Your nation is already embattled with the fatigue of war, and we as the responsible nation tasked with eliminating this threat, only ask for the green light to initiate drone strikes against these individuals. We have tested this system before in Sudan, and found minimal civilian damage, except minor damage to civilian property. We will pay for reparations in case anything dire occurs." |
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| Whal | Jan 20 2016, 10:36 AM Post #41 |
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Plac-Millaes, GCU "When was this video released?" Brigadier General al-Masyaf inquired concerned. "This indeed is very disconcerting news and rest assured that the GFID shall be alerted to this threat. Furthermore coming to your request, I must decline on behalf of my sovereign. The Emirate is willing to work with the Caliphate on combating these terrorists, yet its national security and sovereignty must be considered. The Whaladyan Military while stretched, is still highly capable of combating a budding terrorist force - doubly so if the GCU were to send a small force to assist us. What would you say to a program of joint exercises against this threat, but one undertaken by Whaladyan forces assisted by a cadre of your advisers?" ----- Dayr-az-Zawr, Al Whaladya The Porcuian SUV housing both the ambassador and the crown prince had expertly avoided initial recognition by Whaladyan security forces in its fleeing of the embassy grounds. Making its way closer to the city itself, their plan was to exit the grasp of Omar al-Whaladya and his GFID for good by making a break eastwards towards the Emirate's border with the now unoccupied former Iraq. The journey would be a long one; at approximately 500 miles, the risk of detection and arrest for Muhammad and diplomatic repercussions for the Porcuians was immeasurably great. No matter the cost however, the group was committed to getting the crown prince to safety. At present, that meant leaving the city. The plan began to take form by exiting the city through the back roads in the parts of Dayr-az-Zawr which were hotly contested, and therefore much more difficult for security forces to easily get men on the ground to stop the vehicle. The flip side of this however, was running a gauntlet of fire from any angle should the area's rebel forces decide that the vehicle represented a threat. Crown Prince Muhammad was less than enthusiastic about entering this part of town, yet relinquished his opposition when realizing all factions in his country would likely have killed him outright. At least with the Khovar rebels there was a chance he would be imprisoned and tried at a later date. The SUV transitioned from the sector where the embassy was located into the contested slums of the cities eastern most outskirts. Fotr Muhammad the experience was surreal for he had never traveled to such a place of poverty and squalor, but to the Porcuians it was just business as usual as diplomats in a third world country. Suddenly, the vehicle's occupants began to notice a sharp and sudden decline in foot traffic outside or other vehicles on the street. Soon they discovered why as they rounded a tight street corner and came face to face with the charred wreckage of a Whaladyan Army BMP-90. The group scanned the area and became witness to a past struggle. Broken storefront windows, smoldering piles of debris, discarded weapons and shell castings, and the macabre sight of four rebel fighters leaning dead against a wall where they were executed. "We should go," Muhammad breathed silently, afraid even the slightest sound would alert any remnants of the attack towards their presence. Ambassador Albinus shook his head in disbelief and frustration, but ordered the driver to continue with caution. The SUV lurched forwards silently and quickly accelerated to a brisk pace as it cleared the wreckage and proceeded further down the ghost town. For a moment, Muhammad turned to the ambassador to speak something, but was instantly quieted by the distant sounds of gunfire. Gunfire that was rapidly getting louder. Small doses of panic and adrenaline began to creep into the minds of the passengers as the realization began to sink in that the vehicle was approaching a live firefight. "Keep your head down and leave it there until I say so," Postumius Albinus ordered, placing a hand on the crown prince's shoulder. Muhammad complied and tucked his head into his thighs. He felt a quick jerk forwards on the nape of his neck as the vehicle sped forward in a mad dash to escape the carnage. Bullets were heard shrieking past; their distinctive cracking noise alerting those in the cabin that they missed by a few feet. Suddenly the cracks were replaced with the distinctive "pinging" sounds of bullets making impact with the external armor of the vehicle. From his crouched position, Muhammad was unaware of whether their vehicle was their intended target or just an obstacle in the way. He hoped for the latter. "Sextus, keep up the pace," Muhammad heard the ambassador yell. "Clear that barrica-" The ambassador's voice was cut off by the shrill sound of glass breaking and a groan. A stray bullet had finally found an already damaged portion of bulletproof glass and had shattered it slightly enough to injure the ambassador's left arm. He slumped forwards slightly clutching his arm and regained his composure enough to smile at Muhammad. "You better be worth it, your Majesty," Albinus stated with a smirk. Muhammad smiled back sheepishly, "You will be rewarded. I assure you." Almost as suddenly as it began, the crack of bullets and bang of explosions subsided as the vehicle exited the kill zone. With that terse exchange, those in the cabin had their fill of excitement for the day. The vehicle continued down the road, turned down an alleyway, and proceeded to travel off the main road and onto a dirt path leading up into some of the hills surrounding the city. With tremendous luck, the driver had chosen a path devoid of sentries and the Porcuians had successfully gotten their charge out of the city. Yet, it was only a singe step in their plan to get Muhammad to safety and they weren't out of the woods yet. Slowly the vehicle came to a halt. "Why are we slowing down, Sextus?" Postumius Albinus inquired, still clutching his arm. The driver was quick to relay the bad news. "We have two flat tires, Mr. Ambassador. Worse still, I'm losing engine fluid at a dangerous rate. I won't be able to get us further than a few more miles." Muhammad's heart sank. He turned to the Ambassador. "What do we do now?" |
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| Gaedic Republic | Jan 20 2016, 05:43 PM Post #42 |
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Plac-Millaes, GCU "Well, Brigadier, the exact date upon which the video was released is currently... debated. Some say it was within July of last year, others say in December. It is quite hard to directly pinpoint when this video was created, especially when taking into consideration the fact that this video was originally released on an online forum service which keeps privacy at it's most top priority. As I said prior, the timeline ranges from summer to winter of last year." Kinzoweiy eyed the small cup of Arabica coffee that had laid upon the table since dawn, and quickly copped a small sip. "And on the topic of your declination. The Caliphate humbly respects and agrees to it, on the clause that it upholds your nations sovereignty. Nonetheless, the Caliphate feels that taking proper measures to ensure that GJI does not encroach on your nation as a whole is a priority not only to ensure your nations' safety but the stabilization of the region as a whole. The Caliphate offers a lighter proposition: Expertly trained military advisers and counter-terror operations task forces arrive in small numbers, say 200-300, and train your counter-terrorism unit to be prepared for the threat that GJI and even other terror groups pose to your country." Edited by Gaedic Republic, Jan 20 2016, 05:44 PM.
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| Whal | Feb 11 2016, 09:57 PM Post #43 |
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Posted Image Anywhere, everywhere one went in the Emirate, they would be greeted by the sight and sounds of war and suffering. For almost a half a year now, the once powerful and stable Middle Eastern nation was crumbling. Where once there were bustling city streets full of shopkeepers and chocked with commuters, there was now only dead bodies and debris. The Civil War was claiming lives at an astounding rate of 10,000 people a week, yet the world watched on indifferently or impotently. The Emirate was an open wound. The country split in four different warzones. In the southwest, the country's large industrial cities which had stood for centuries were now battlegrounds pockmarked with bullet-holes and stained with the blood-spatters of soldiers, rebels, and civilians alike. It was here that the bulk of the early fighting had taken place and it was here that it was the most ruthless; however, with newly secured arms, the government had succeeded in maintaining control over Dayr-az-Zawr, As Suwar, As Shadada, and Al Hasakah along the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. Despite this, small skirmishes continued in the surrounding suburbs as the WDF rebels fought a determined fighting retreat back to their lines up north. In the far northwest, the Whaladyan Democratic Front hung on desperately to survive; pushing the last vestiges of Omar's military out of some of the cities, but running out of much needed arms and ammunition needed to fight the encroaching advances from the southwest. Only a few strongholds remained to oppose the rebel's authority behind their own lines, but these would pose as troublesome thorns in their sides as long as they remained active. The northwest was also home to the most pragmatic fighting thus far. As both sides lacked sufficient resources in this sector, small skirmishes gaining little ground were most common with rebels attacking static government targets and then retreating back to their bases. The government, lacking manpower, stuck to defending its outposts rather than capturing new territory. This defensive strategy allowed the WDF to consolidate defenses in the south where larger government forces were amassing. The center of the country, the newly consolidated provinces, was largely a "no man's land" where fighting between the rebels and Omar's military was quick and sporadic. Too large of an area for the government to control effectively and not hastily garrisoned following the army's march into Kurdistan, the middle provinces were hotbeds of unrest. While small groups of government troops were stationed in key locations, skirmishes here were fought largely by rapid-response commandos and by the air force against key targets. Many of the local towns were neither pro-government nor pro WDF, and were organized under local strong-men who favored which ever force was close enough to do damage at the time. No matter this theater's relative inactivity, the border regions with Whaladyan Kurdistan were already seeing incursions by Kurdish Taliban or Peshmerga (KID) forces. Whaladyan Kurdistan itself was a renewed hotbed of activity. With the seizure of Rawanduz and several other surrounding cities, Omar's military had removed the largest concentration of WDF rebels in the region. Now, deserted by their Kurdish volunteers and surrounded by them at the same time, the WDF forces in the northern Kurdistan area were completely isolated and likely soon to fall to both of the Kurdish factions. It wouldn't be long before the Kurdish forces removed one Whaladyan enemy and could then turn on the other before fighting each other in greater numbers. The Peshmerga, a nationalist Kurdish faction, contested the Kurdish north with the WDF and the Whaladyan military, while its Islamist opponent controlled much of the south. With supplies constantly needing to be airlifted in, the government's forces in Kurdistan were finding themselves trapped and encircled much like they had done to the WDF weeks earlier. following a surge of new recruits, the Peshmerga began its assault in the north, while the Kurdish Taliban assaulted from the south. Despite both armies not coordinating their attacks, their two pronged advance split the military's area of control in half and shattered their hold over the region. After several days of bitter fighting around besieged cities like Rawanduz, Arbil, and Kirkuk, the Whaladyan commander al-Quarashi decided that resupply was impossible and made breaking out and retreating to the more defensible city of Mosul his priority. If only he knew that this march would devastate his army, and lose Omar al-Whaladya 90% of Whaladyan Kurdistan. ----- Plac-Millaes, GCU Brigadier General al-Masyaf shook his head in disagreement. His mind began to turn back to days of more favorable memories; days when his beloved country was the one to offer to train special forces and quell rebellions. He remembered serving with pride in Transcaucasia, training the nationalists to rig car-bombs and to assassinate rival political leaders. Those were the days the GFID was feared. The days others sought its expertise, not the other way around. Perhaps those days weren't lost forever. The GFID could still regain its feared reputation and skill, it would just take some time. In the interim, it could work with the GCU's security forces for a little while, as long as they were working together and not being advised. "I believe you may have misunderstood me, sir," Al-Masyaf replied sincerely. "The GFID is more than capable of handling this threat in the field on its own. After all, it has a very successful record in the many missions and operations conducted against insurgents over the past three years. Surely, you can understand my hesitation to agree to an advising mission, as our security forces are quite adept. "No, what I was proposing was a collaborative partnership of sorts. You may send us a contingent of special forces to work alongside us when necessary, but these forces will be deployed and supervised by the GFID if or when they are called upon in the field. Your men would be integral in learning about GJI. Their tactics, their leaders, their past successes and failures, but your men will not be taking much of an active role. This will be almost entirely a Whaladyan effort. I hope that I am making myself clear?" Edited by Whal, Feb 11 2016, 10:01 PM.
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| Porcu | Feb 15 2016, 10:19 PM Post #44 |
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OOC: My apologies for the delay, Whal.
"Alright, Sextus. Let's stop and see what you, Julius, and Decimus can do to patch this thing up." Ambassador Postumius Albinus ordered after a moment. The Ambassador continued to hold tight his wound. Fortunately, the bullet had cleared his arm and some bandages should suffice to stanch the bleeding. The diplomatic SUV came to a stop and those inside wasted no time. The three members of the Embassy's security detail quickly went about assessing the damage done. What rudimentary repairs could be done were completed, primarily to the engine fluid compartment, though the tires were still an issue. One could be replaced without a problem, yet there was no way to mend the second. One of the security personnel found the Ambassador leaning against the back of the SUV. Muhammad was applying the final bandage to the Ambassador's arm and cleaning what blood there was with the wipes provided in the first aid kit. "How's your arm, domine?" "It's not serious, but it fucking hurts." Postumius Albinus said, grunting. "I've never been shot before...Don't wish it on anyone." The remark drew a laugh from both the Crown Prince and the guard. The Ambassador then asked how things were situated. "One tire has been replaced while we're stuck with the other flat, unfortunately. As regards the engine fuel leak, Decimus was able to tap the hole, but we're quite low." "Will it hold?" "Yes, but not for long. Possibly a couple of hours." Luckily, the fuel tank had been spared, so there was, at the very least, enough fuel to carry the group a good part of the way to the rendezvous point. Nevertheless, it became readily apparent to the Ambassador that he would have to sacrifice communication silence in order to update the military and those in charge of their exit. The group climbed back inside and the SUV continued on its way at a much slower pace. Remaining on sparse side roads would be their only hope of avoiding detection, since the possibility of dashing to the border was no longer an option. In a tense moment, Postumius Albinus dialed his military contacts for this operation knowing full well that even if the Whaladyans could not intercept the call they could detect it - and where it was coming from. A sudden halt in the ringing signaled to the Ambassador that he had connected. "Commander, I know this call will likely be traced, so I'll make this short. We will not be able to make it to the original rendezvous point. We request an alternative." A gruff voice on the other end swore before asking for their estimated range. The answer did not please the naval commander. "Our options are extremely limited then..." There was a brief period of silence before a singular command came through. "Make for Qa'im." The Ambassador echoed the command before hanging up. He proceeded to remove the card from the phone before rolling down the window and tossing out the phone. A brief discussion followed, initiated by Muhammad, on the likelihood of success. "Can we even make it to Qa'im?" the Crown Prince asked. Sextus, the driver and senior guard of the three security personnel, replied, "Our chances are good for now. That's assuming we keep this speed, the engine fuel doesn't begin to leak again, and we don't run into any problems." Postumius Albinus did his best to calm a visibly nervous Muhammad, yet it was difficult to see just how smoothly the escape operation could go, especially considering that the group had yet to cross the border and out of Whaladyan territory. However, Porcuians were a resourceful bunch and with some luck all would see the the sun rise in several hours. Edited by Porcu, Feb 15 2016, 10:20 PM.
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| Whal | Mar 3 2016, 05:06 PM Post #45 |
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Excerpt from a future Whaladyan history textbook, Chapter 9: the Civil War The civil war in the then Emirate of Whaladya was the most devastating modern conflict to erupt in the region since the Syrian Civil War in the earlier part of the decade. In the first two months of the fighting between the government of Omar al-Whaladya and the Whaladyan Democratic Front (WDF), more than 200,000 people had perished either from acts of warfare or environmental hazards brought about from the destruction of the country's infrastructure. While on average over 1000 individuals were killed from conventional weapons a day, hundreds more would begin to suffer from preventable maladies such as disease and starvation. From the destruction of the Emirate's health infrastructure and death of professional care givers, thousands of Whaladyans perished from otherwise preventable diseases such as typhus and pneumonia, while many more would succumb to starvation from the destruction of grain stores and the inability of forces on all sides to deliver food safely to areas afflicted by heavy fighting. Individuals who had been lucky enough to escape direct warfare, disease, and starvation were often presented with new struggles. The civil war was also notorious for its destruction of infrastructure. From cities in Syria to Northern Iraq, entire skylines were pulverized leaving residents virtually nowhere to take shelter from the elements or to take cover from the combat that occurred almost daily. Hundreds of thousands of refugees found themselves displaced from their homes, especially in the Kurdish territories, and were forced to wander the country in search of assistance. Many attempted to flee into neighboring countries, but found themselves either turned away at the borders or robbed in the lawless expanses of Lower Syria, Lower Iraq, and the former CMESS. While aide from the international community was started fairly early on by some regional powers, many of their governments soon recalled their aid agencies and security forces once the fighting became too protracted. This allowed the war to enter its most horrific and devastating stage - the years of 2016 and 2017, where the powers of Imperial Russia and Republican Porcu began to step up their influence over the belligerents and the origins of our glorious Republic began. Outside Dayr-az-Zawr, Present Day.. Muhammad took some time away from the Porcuians as they attempted to repair the vehicle and prepare it for the next leg of their journey. Finding the furthest, yet safest location from his companions, the young Crown Prince sat down and slouched against the SUV's back tire. When he was sure that he was relatively alone, he buried his face in his hands and allowed himself a short and cathartic cry. It had only been a short time since his father had died, and he had already lost all of his friends and possibly all of his supporters. He was virtually alone. His remaining family was either powerless to help or directly trying to murder him, while his people wished for nothing more than for him to disappear so they could have a hand in their own destiny. Muhammad was aware that his family was loved when times were good, but now that the monarchy was seen to be weak, everyone forgot that it was his father who had created the state over which they all fought. Muhammad wanted to vomit as he thought about how terrorists, at least as he saw them, were attempting to retake the country that his family had built. Suddenly, the tears began to subside and a very pungent anger began to take their place. Muhammad wouldn't allow his family's legacy to end as just another Arab ruling clan in exile. No, he would return some day. The Porcuians had promised to help him and he would hold them to it. In return, he would try his best to uphold their interests. "I am the Emir," Muhammad whispered to himself. "No! I am the King!" He affirmed remembering his family's old claim to the Kingdom of Syria and Iraq. The next few minutes passed in relative silence, until a terrifyingly familiar sound came streaking from the desert and into the side of the SUV. Bullets! Muhammad thought recounting the exhilarating feeling of being under fire. The Porcuians must have also come to a similar realization because before he could turn to alert them, two of three embassy security team rushed behind cover and drew their weapons, while the third grabbed the ambassador and pulled him to safety. Muhammad panicked almost instantly as the bullets connected with the SUV only a couple inches above his head, and he scurried to the ground and crawled under the SUV. In the distance, he saw the dust trial kicked up from several civilian vehicles as they made a mad dash for the stranded car. On the other side of the car, Ambassador Postumius Albinus crouched down and spoke to Muhammad under the car. He could make out the vehicles and reported that they were three white technicals with approximately 15 armed men. The flags they carried and the insignia on their doors, the ambassador was informed from one of his bodyguards, marked them as Al Makhtar fighters - a Shia Islamic group currently allied with the WDF. Ambassador Albinus told Muhammad as quickly and clearly to remain where he was and to do so silently. Muhammad didn't need to hear it twice. The three vehicles continued to take pot shots at the vehicle throughout their approach, until they came close enough to witness the Porcuians frantically waving them off and then to recognize their error. The firing soon stopped and the technicals circled the stranded SUV a few more times before they slowly came to a complete stop. Out of the lead vehicle, a thin, but muscular fighter exited and slung his rifle over his shoulder. "What are you doing here?" he inquired harshly in Whaladyan Arabic, still skeptical of the situation. When no one answered him immediately, he swung his rifle across the three armed security personnel and demanded they lower their weapons. The fire and wild look in his eyes convinced the trio that he was likely unstable and could easily shoot them on the spot. "Who are you? You damn, Europeans." The man continued, shouting and waving his weapon around. "Why are you in rebel territory??" |
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| Porcu | May 17 2016, 08:59 PM Post #46 |
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"Lower your weapons..." Ambassador Postumius Albinus commanded in Latin from behind the three members of his security detail. The ambassador walked out from behind the vehicle, arms raised slightly, as his security guards looked on. Their fingers never strayed far from the triggers of their guns. The tough-sounding and increasingly agitated rebel fighter repeated his question. "My name is Marcus Postumius Albinus." the ambassador began in his accented Arabic. "I am the Ambassador of the Republic of Porcu. We are fleeing the violence of Dayr-az-Zawr and had to stop in order to replace a flat tire. We mean no offense by our trespass." The rebel fighter gazed at the Porcuian ambassador with a fiery intensity, though no words followed. "Where does the great Porcu stand in our fight? For years we have known your presence in Dayr-az-Zawr as a firm supporter of the central government." "The Republic has not and will not take sides in this civil conflict. We only wish to see peace settle again. Please, if you have but a single tire to spare or allow us to continue our travels, you will see us leave your territory. We only wish to return home to our families." |
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| Whal | Aug 7 2016, 01:35 PM Post #47 |
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The rebel leader shot a gaze at the Porcuian ambassador. His furrowed brow and raised weapon perpetuated an already uneasy atmosphere and transmitted the message that Al Makhtar was at best distrusting of the Republic and perhaps hostile at worst. "We will need to verify that you are who you say," the rebel leader spat tersely. "You will allow us to perform an inspection." The Porcuian security detail looked at one another visibly worried and some gripped their weapons even tighter. Ambassador Albinus remained resolute however and straightened his posture before speaking. "I'm afraid that is against protocol. As diplomatic personnel from a sovereign nation, you have no authority to search our vehicles. As per Whaladyan la-" "I don't care about the laws of a dead man or his infidel brother," The rebel interjected angrily. "You Europeans are so arrogant to still believe you have any authority in my country. You are a disgrace! Where are your protectors now?" The man taunted as he raised his rifle and placed it mere inches from the ambassador's face. The Porcuian agents raised their pistols and muttered to each other in Latin, but a low wave of the ambassador's hand stayed them from reacting in a rash manner. The rebel fighter took delight in this and smiled widely through his scraggly beard. "Ah, you think I am afraid to kill you?" he scoffed. "That if i do so there will be some amazing consequence? Look around you, Mr. Ambassador, no one would ever find you in this dessert. You are at my mercy." The man toyed with the Ambassador pressing the gun-barrel of his AK against his cheek to which many of the Al Makhtar fighters greeted happily with laughter and chanting. "Now, tell me again that I cannot search your vehicles.." |
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