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Forum Meta => Role Play => Archived Role Play Boards => Archive => General Roleplay => Topic started by: Aquatoria on June 21, 2007, 02:42:13 AM
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The ships slowly left the port city of Nome. Sergeant Tom Richards looked out at the city as the ships sailed west. He was glad that the Civil War was over and that his country still remained one. He straightened his khaki uniform. He also adjusted his brimmed hat. The hat had a wide brim, but one side was buttoned to the top of the hat. Also a large ostrich feather was attached to the same side. Tom felt proud of his new position in the Imperial Legion. But now the Legion was heading out to the desert country west of his own. He noticed many ships. Most carried the Imperial Legion, their equipment and their camels. The others carried the settlers and all the supplies that they might need.
Around the transports was the High Seas Fleet. The loss of the aircraft carrier Valley Forge had struck the Fleet in the heart. But now the carrier was replaced with three newer, smaller Asturias-class carriers. He noticed the carriers' flight deck ramped up like a ski jump. He also noticed a Kirov-class battlecruiser and many destroyers and frigates. Tom went into his quaters and went to sleep. It was going to be a long seven days.
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This heat is terrible. What I would do to be back home in Canada. Tom wiped the sand and sweat from his forhead. The desert sun beat down on him and his squadron. Tom pulled off his goggles to look through his binoculars. Throughout his view he could see the wide ocean and the main base that the Imperial Legion set up along the coast. Then he looked west to the far-reaching desert. Tom turned his camel towards the desert. A young corporal trotted up to him.
"Sergeant, where are we going?"
Tom turned to his subordinate. "We are going into the desert to scout out those small foothills. Then we are to report back to General Salem. He will want to know if there are other people here and if there is anything here valuable enough to make this region part of our colonial empire. Does that answer your question, Corporal Willers?"
Willers saluted and fell back into line. Tom shook his head. Not like back at Anchorage. These pups probably never saw combat in the Civil War. It makes no difference now. The camels rocked on the desert floor like ships at sea. But they were able to stay on top of the sand. Tom smiled and patted his camel's head. Bout time the High Command comes up with something right. Camels are making this colonization alot easier then if we used vechlies or horses. His squardron continued on through the desert. Tom looked back and he could barley see the ocean. But the foothills in front of him were getting bigger.
After about an hour, the squadron was going up the rocky foothills. Tom pointed to a group of small trees. "Lets tie the camels to that. Then six of you come with me and the rest of you set up a defensive perimeter and defend the camels." A private said out loud. "You expecting a fight, Sergent?" He looked at the private. "I hope not." Tom and his group grabbed their SVT-40s, sheathed their sabers at their sides and headed off up the foothills.
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Tom moved around a rock. He looked down from the top of the foothills to a camp. He got down low and ushered his men to do the same. He pulled out his binoculars and looked out at the camp. He saw many light tents and people. these people were all covered up with robes. Corporal Willers crawled over to him and whispered. "How many do you see, Sergeant?" Tom kept looking through his binoculars. "I see women, children, and men. About thirty to forty people. Its hard to make things out from this distance." He passed the binoculars to Willers.
Corporal Willers looked through them. "You want to get a closer look, Sergeant. Perhaps we should go down there."
Tom shook his head. "We don't know if they're hostile or not. Going down there will increase that risk. No, lets get back to the camels and tell General Salem. He will know what to do." The group made their way quietly back to the camels and the other waiting men. Tom and his group werealmost to the rest of the squadron when all hell broke loose. Gunshots from the foothills made the soldiers drop. Tom hid behind a big rock and peeked over to see who shot them. A large group of the robed people were running down the hill shooting at the Legionnaires. Tom started to bark orders. "Everyone stay down! Pick your targets and open fire!" The soldiers fired back and some of the robed figures dropped never to get back up again. But they kept coming. Tom saw a robed man take aim at him, but Tom was faster. He fired three clips into the man's body. The fight lasted about ten minutes. The robed men fled back to their camp. Tom got up and checked if anyone was dead. he was glad that none were. "Saddle up! Back to base!"
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Tom stood in the General's waiting room. General Salem isn't going to be pleased about this. But that is why the Imperial Legion is here. The general's secretary looked at the Sergeant. "You can go in now." Tom tahnked the woman and walked into the General's office. General Salme was looking at a map of the surrounding region. He saluted. "Sir, we have some bad news."
Without even looking up from the map, the General replied. "If it's about the hostiles, I already know." Tom looked bewildered. "How, sir?"
General Salem finally looked up. "You're not the only patrol to run into these natives. They have attacked seven patrols already. We need to do more now. I asked the High Command for more troops, but they can't spare any. They are fighting a war in America, so a colony on the other side of the ocean comes second. We are on our own. Sergeant Richards, I'm promoting you to Second Lieutenant and ordering you to engage that native camp that you found. Do you understand?" Tom nodded slowly.
"Sir, what about the colonists? Don't we have enough supplies to create a colonial army here to support us?"
The General sat back down. "I don't have that authority. But because in the few months we have been here, nine towns have sprung up on the coast. So the Emperor sees fit to declare this new colony Nerubia and send over someone to rule in the Emperor's name. That is why former Chancellor David Morena has been declared Viceroy of Nerubia. He will be arriving here in two weeks. Lieutenant, we need the coastal natives subdued now. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then go do it."
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The desert heat was harsh. Too harsh. thought Tom. He was leading his new cavalry group along the river that the colonists now call the Red River. They were riding to a the capital of this new colony, Yellowknife. The colonists had been complaining that the overall troops protecting this area weren't enough. Already, thirteen colonists were killed in the raids by these nomads. The palm trees and the grass grew along the shores of this great river. Tom looked and he could barely see the other side of the river.
Sergeant Richards was riding next to him. "What I wouldn't do for some river monitors right now. They could keep the nomads back all by themselves. Sir?"
Tom nodded. "We are supposed to be getting a fleet of river monitors coming up in about a week. The American war, however is stopping alot of the ammunition coming in."
Richards growled. "If we didn't get ourselves in that war, we might have been stopping those nomads right now."
Tom smiled. "Well, the moment we got that dominion Quebec, we entered the world of international politics. If we keep going like this, the ocean between us and Canada will also ours. The Canadian Navy patrols the ocean right now. But you're right, there are things that we need. River monitors, coastal defense ships and maybe a small air force. I wouldn't mind a few squadrons of Hind helicopters. But till then, the Camel Corps of the Imperial Legion will do the job here."
The platoon cheered and their camels growled. Tom smiled and kicked his camel into a gallop. The whole platoon followed their commander. Tom looked further up the river and saw a plume of smoke climbing higher into the sky. He drew his Raheed carbine and charged towards the town. The sight that the platoon saw was unbearable. The entire town was burning. The nomads were still doing their dirty work. They were taking the men away and shooting them, dragging the women and children away. He signalled to his men. They drew their carbines and kept their sabers closer. He nodded to the bugluler. The charge was sounded and the entire platoon charged down toward the nomads. The nomads heard the bugle and ran to get their weapons. Their bolt-action rifles weren't as effictive as the semi-automatic rifles of the Imperial Legion.
Tom fired off his entire clip and took out seven nomads. He drew his saber and continued on into the nomads. The platoon also drew their sabers and the sun glittered on them like stars. The nomads were able to kill a few troopers and camels, but they still came. Tom jumped from his mount onto a nomad. He stabbed with his saber and then took out his pistol. With sword and pistol, he cut down three more nomads. The rest of the platoon fought hard and strong. The nomads tried to retreat, and a few did. But in all the Imperial Legion fought hard and cut down many of the nomads. Tom took his sword out of a nomad. Some had surrendered and the Imperial Legion were watching them. The survivors of Yellowknife were bandaged up and camped along the river, waiting for a boat to get them and take them to the nearest city. Tom looked at the carnage. We need to take this colonial war seriously. The Imperial Legion needs more then camels. We need copters, monitors, colonial troops and soldiers. We need more.
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Captain Simon Fraser stood on the deck of his new river monitor Orca. The Red River was large enough for many more monitors, but the Orca was one of a fleet of fifteen. The ship slowly made it's way up the river towards nomad territory. Along the starboard and the port sides were fourteen mounted machine guns. Seven on each side. The two guns were loaded and ready to go. Simon turned to his second. "Commander Williams, get those machine guns armed and ready. We're heading into enemy territory, so we need to be ready."
"Yes, sir." The monitor cut its way through the water and soon, Simon saw what he was hunting. A nomad army camp. The camp was foolishly built along the shore of the river. But of course they would still think the river was alright. This will be their first encounter with a monitor. The Orca came up towards the camp and Simon could see the nomads scrurry to get their weapons. He nodded to his gun commander. The two main guns turned towards the nomad camp and soon bealched out flame. Two explosions ripped the camp up. Then seven sailors manned the machine guns and cut down any of the nomads who fought back. The guns and the machine guns levelled the camp and left no one alive. Simon smiled. "Congratulations gents. This war has just turned to our favor."
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Tom was riding his camel through the desert on his way to the largest nomad camp in the region. The nomads or Nerubians as they call themselves were converging on that spot. For the past three weeks, nomad attacks were fewer in number. He looked around him. He was traveling with his men and then other camel platoons, the First and Second Colonial Companies. He looked at the colonials. They were brown-skinned Metis from Western Canada, white Quebecois from the Kingdom of Quebec and the black Nerubians, who favored Canadian rule. All were dressed in their khaki uniforms and pith helmets, armed with the new SKS rifles. Tom was glad that the new Viceroy had declared the creation of a colonial army. They marched on foor, while the Imperial Legion rode their camels. Sergeant Willars rode up. "Sir, do we know who is leading this army?"
"Ah. A Colonel Sir Frederick Grant, I believe. He's an idiot."
"What do you mean, Lieutenant?"
"In the Battle of Saskatoon, Colonel Grant led his men in a suicidal mission against the orders of both the High Command and the Kaiser. He was supposed to hold the center with the tanks and other infantrymen. But when he saw the enemy retreat, he ordered his men to charge. We knew it was a trap, but we did it anyway. I was under his command until I got moved to Anchorage. He ordered a full bayonet charge and we followed his orders. We abandoned the center and went after the RLF. But then they cut us off from help. We fought our way out, but it was only the Colonel, myself and three others. By abandoning the center and getting his entire command killed, he had doomed Saskatoon. The enemy drove right for the center and crushed it. Then we lost the city and that's why he is out here instead of America."
"We have a lunatic leading us. We're all dead."
Before Tom could agree, a familiar voice got his attention. "Tom, Tom Richards. I haven't seen you since Saskatoon." Tom turned and saw the Colonel ride up to him. Tom saluted. "Colonel Grant."
"It's good to see you again boy. You're a lieutenant now. Well, you have come a long way from Saskatoon."
Tom looked deep into the Colonel's eyes. "And you are still a regect of the High Command. I heard they would'nt promote you to brigadier general after you so bravely held the rearguard against the RLF during the retreat."
Colonel Grant stared down the young lieutenant. "You best know your place, boy. If I had it my way, I would have been on the High Command by now, and you would be a drunk former soldier."
"Funny how things turn out. You are sent to deal with desert nomads instead of fighting the Americans and the Viceroy thinks I have the beginning of a wonderful military career."
Colonel Grant rode ahead of the army as they made their way unto a massive sand dune. Tom looked down and saw the largest nomad army he had ever seen. The army looked like it outnumbered the Canadians nearly three-to-one. Colonel Grant saw the size of the army and Tom could see the colonel sweat in fear. The colonel turned his camel around and rode as fast as he could back to the coast. The Canadians saw this and were about to follow the colonel. Only Tom's platoon and the Canadian Nerubians stayed. Tom turned his camel and cried back to the retreating army. "Don't follow that coward! Follow me and we will be victorious!" A few of the colonials and the Imperial Legion returned, but the majority retreated. Willars turned to Tom. "Well, Colonel Richards, what's the plan?"
Tom drew his saber. "I want two lines of infantry here. I want the cavalry to dismount and form up in the line. We can hold them here. Corporal Stevens, radio in that Colonel Grant has deserted us. Tell them that Lieutenant Tom Richards is in command. Tell them I want anything they can send quickly. And do it now."
Everthing happened in a few minutes. His orders were carried out. He dismounted from his camel and pulled out his SKS rifle. The nomads saw that they could destroy this small army. They charged with bayonets and swords. Thise with guns fired them. Tom yelled. "Fire!" The Canadian army opened up on the nomads. Many nomads were falling. But they were still outnumbered. Tom looked at his men. "Slowly retreat, but keep the ranks and keep firing." The army got up and slowly walked backwards firing at the nomads. But they were being overtaken by the nomads. Tom knew this was the end. But in that moment something came formthe sky that he never thought would come. A Specter gunship flew over the nomads. It fired it's 105mm howitzers and gatling guns. The nomads were falling back. Willars looked up and said . "What's that?"
Tom smiled. "That boys, is our guardian angel." The Canadians surged forward. The nomads were being mauled by the continous fire from the infantry and the fire power from the gunship. Soon the nomads either ran for their lives into the desert, or surrendered to the Canadian forces. Tom lookede up into the sky. They had won.
It had been two days since the victory over the nomads. There were a few reports of nomads raiding small farms on the river, but overall, the First Colonial War was over. Tom was in the waiting room of the Viceroy Palace in the capital of Nerubia, Omdurman. The secretary looked at him. Tom thought she was very beautiful with her Metis skin and long black hair. She returned the look at Tom. "You're Tom Richards, right?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm Sophia Constantine. I was wondering if you would like to get coffee after your meeting?" General Salem poked his head through the door and ushered Tom in. But before the door closed, he looked back. "I'd like to take you out for coffee." Sophia blushed.
Tom saw the Viceroy seated behind his desk. David Morena looked up. "Lieutenant Tom Richards. Good to see you. Take a seat. I have something to say to you." Tom sat down as Viceroy Morena continued. "I was very pleased at you military record. You will make a fine general one day. But today, I have a few things to give you. One is the Cross of the Canadian Empire, the highest military honor you can recieve, the Medal of Valour, the Medal of Bravery, and the rank of Colonel. What do you say that?"
Tom was speechless. "Thank you, Your Excellency." He stood up as the Vicroy pinned the Cross of the Canandian Empire, the Medal of Valor and the Medal of Brovery on his chest. He then handed him his commision and his shoulder straps with the crown and two stars on them, the symbol of the rank of colonel. The Viceroy and the General saluted him and Tom returned the salute. "Congratulations, Colonel Tom Richards."
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"Those bloody Canadians...damn expansionist if I ever seen one.."
Agent Halfcoat walks into the safe house, picking up a cup of Enr as he pass the kitchen.
"Well, Lia just gave us the go's for stopping it. Have that shipment of guns ready."
"Shh, I knew we were gonna have to send it sooner or later...so I had it sent ahead. It's on a ship right now to the coast, the Nerubians are meeting us up there."
"You send it ahead? Without a clean swipe from Lia, you're gonna get us busted!"
"Calm down, I got it cover. There will be no leaks. It's a small ship, the Ners said the landing area is free from the Canadians. It'll take longer to carry those weapon crates...but hey, we're not doing the carrying."
"I assume you had the serials wipe..."
"Clean, no serials, just like I ordered."
"If this works out, it won't be long till the locals beat them back. Have a platoon of A-80s ready, I want them clean as well..."
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On a remote inlet a two mast schooner drops anchor. The sailors board their launch and row to land. They are greeted by a band of rugged and dirty Nerubians, follow by a caravan of mules. A few words are exchanged, and the crates are bought on to shore. Containing 300 assault rifles and 500 pounds of ammunition, the crates were loaded on to the mule. The transition took an hour, when the last of the crates were row to shore, the sailors waved the Nerubians goodbye, and boarded their ship. They sail for three days until they arrived at the checkpoint. The sailors grounded the ship onto the sands of the beach. Before they left, they detonated the incendiary explosives on board, the flames turning the vessel into a unrecognizable mass of black ashes and molten metal.
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OOC: This RP is a planned RP and was over a while ago. I know your new and you didn't know, but this RP is over.
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occ: But this is a colonization thread. If your gonna take this land, shouldn't you expect some resistance to your expansion? What if there are other nations opposed to your expansion? It won't seem really RL if they aren't allow to exercise some influence.
Beside, I'm just adding a little more spice to this thread so Oz will agree to put it on his map, you should be thanking me ;D.
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haha. Alright, you play the Nerubian rebels and I will play the Canadians. But this a planned RP, so in the end, this will be a Canadian colony. But yeah, you can spice it up.
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OOC: Can i be the Mercenary Company?
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Sure, what. But who's mercenaries would you like to be?
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how about candas, then the rebels hire us out.
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how thats dirty? Alright.
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OOC:ummm, who said i was trying to be dirty. but anyway, let us begin the RP.
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alright.
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The Mercenary Commander looked at Tom, his main employer since the begins of the war.
"Good job...sir."
The Mercenary Commander knew he had over 2,500 men at his disposal and a few Huey helos. They made good money here, and he didn't want to lose it.
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Tom looked at the Mercenary Commander. "Thank you, commander." The secreatary ran up to the two men. "Colonel Richards, you are ordered to take your men and head to Abed-Nego. The Canadian Army will take over command of this region. You have been ordered to leave immediatly." Richards felt sad he wasn't going to be able to take her to coffee, next time. "Commander, I need to leave. The General will most likely take command of the Canadian and colonial armies here while I am away." Richards saluted the mercanary and went to catch his helicopter.
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"Yes, sir"
The Mercenary commander, or called Gunny by his men, was a though vet of the Veramark Civil War, and most of his men were also. This was there 1st Mecerny Contract, and it was basically to provide support to the Candian when needed. He turned over to The secreatary.
"Excuse me miss, did the man in charge leave any orders for me?"
Hope my scars and crazy eye doesn't scare her...
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occ: like I said, you can't have a planned colonization thread...but I'll play along.
Another thing...seeing how you're taking their land...you shouldn't call them rebels.
"Ubraka don sio! Prema reyon!"
Abrak Jio look down over the cliff where his band of clansmen were hiding. There it was, the Canadian watering hole, a montrous web of pipes and metal. There were several guards posted all over the water depot, SVT-40s slung on their backs.
"There are many of them John don,...can we really take them?" Abraka spoke to the man beside him. The man was unlike the others, he was wearing desert camoflage rather than the traditional garbs of the Nerubians. His skin was white as well, like the Canads. But there was something about his facial feature that separate him from the conqueror's race.
"Don't worry, just remember what we talk about." John reply.
Abrak nodded. "I do."
Abrak thought highly of John, more than most "big men" in his tribe. John had came to his village several months ago, on a camel loaded with gifts to his people. From then on, he lived amongst them, teaching them the warcraft of his tribe and providing spectacular weapons to the tribe warriors. John taught them to not make mass attacks on the superior armed Canads, but make small lightning attacks on the supplies of the enemy instead. He gave his clansmen the same weapons carry by the Canads, fearsome fast rifles and lethal bomb balls. John spoke of being sent by "Lia", to help his tribe defeat the Canads and take back their rightful land.
"Remember Abrak don, we must make small but many knife pricks onto the Canadians, weaken them slowly...like the stings of many bees onto a bear. And run like the wind in a storm when needed."
"Your wise words enlighten us, John don. We will follow you to death." The other clansmen nodded in agreement.
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that."
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John sighted the water depot with his binoculars. "1320 meters," he waved three of the clansmen. The trio set the level and angle of a 70mm mortar. They load the first round, a smoke shell. The mortar round flies high up into the sky, before dropping down at the edge of the water depot. Smoke bellow out, casting a great white cloud over the Canadian position.
"Fell short, angle up two degrees." After the adjustment, the mortar crew launched 13 HE rounds into the water depot, shredding unlucky Canad soldiers and bursting the water tanks. When the smoke cleared, the water depot was in tatters.
"Good job, the Canadians will have to walk a bit further for their water now. Pack up, the blade fliers will be here soon."
The group scurry down the slopes of the terrain in a hurry, staying inside forage cover until they reached the desert sand below. They manage to escape before the Canadian gunships could find them...
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Over the week, various Nerubian tribes made numerous small surprise attacks on Canadian supply and water depots. Ambushing supply convoys with RPGs was also frequent. The Nerubians attacked in small groups, playing a shoot-and-run game with the Canadians, taking advantage of their familiarity with local terrain and underground tunnels. The effects of the raids were modest, but it was a great triumph for the Nerubians who refuse to give up the fight.
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ooc: you can have a planned thread. Alot of people have planned threads, why do you think no one was on my colonization thread or any others, because colonization threads can be planned.
"Yes, commander. You are ordered to go inland and take out a Nerubian camp. Apparently, this camp has some of the native leaders in there. You will leave immediatly.
The gunship were flying a routine patrol flight. The giant Spectre transport was armed with 105mm howitzers adnd large gatling guns. The plane was flying high over Canadian-held Nerubia when they got the call. <If anyone is hearing this, we are a Canadian convoy bringing in supplies. We are under attack by Nerubian natives, send immidiate help.>
The pilot of the gunship picked up his radio. <Canadian convoy, this is the gunship Gaurdian Angel. Relay your coordinates.>
<Guardian Angel, we are four klicks north of Cacos.>
<Roger, on our way>
The pilot turned his plane towards Cacos. he flew over the small town and soon found the convoy. Many Canadian soldiers were holding off a Nerubian raid. The gunship took aim and let loose on the Nerubians. The fighters took cover, but if the gatling guns didn't get them, then the howitzers did. The surivivors ran but were cut down by Canadian soldiers. The pilot thought to himself. Another day in paradise.
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OOC: Yeah, they can be planned.
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"Buracka num ari!"
Hira Kuma slammed his gun on to the dirt walls. "Those Canad bastards! Why are they here?!? What did we do to deserve this?" Hira broke into tears, his fellow clansmen watching silently.
"I'm sorry Hira don...there was nothing we can do..." His friend kneel beside him, hugged Hira tight. Tears ran down from Hira's eyes, the drops forming a puddle on the dirt floor. His cries echo out into the tunnel.
"My Joji! Why take my Joji!...He's gone...those bastards took him from me!" He bash his fist onto the floor as he wail in loss. His only son was taken out by the flying demons during a raid on a convoy, his body blown to pieces by a howitzer round...leaving not even a body to bury.
"Hira! Calm yourself! We will get them back! John don will help us! Joji died a valiant warrior...please my old friend, we all lost sons and family to the Canads...now is not a time to let your mind sink into the sand."
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As a few clansmen went to reconciled the old man, the rest assemble in the room for a meeting.
"These gunships are becoming a problem...we can't make any sort of stand with enemy air cover over us..." John took a sip of his liquor. "No place to hide in the desert..."
"Flying dragons...they fly high and they breath fire upon us from the skies...what can we do John don?"
"...There is one thing, I procured a shipment of..."dragon rockets"...they should deal with these gunships with ease..."
"Dragon rockets?"
From there, John explained the principle of shoulder-launch air defense to the clansmen and how to use one effectively.
"..You don't want to aim it at the sun, cause that will blind the eye of the rocket."
"John don...when will these rockets arrive?"
"Tomorrow...Lia likes to send stuff early to us."
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On queue, clansmen from the Haja tribe picked up several crates of strange metal tubes from the Lia sailors. It took several days for it to reach the hidden base where John and his band was living. Soon, the sharpest eye men from each of the tribes were recruit and train in the use and tactic of the new weapons.
"Hit them as they come in low, it's also better to shoot their backs than front. These dragons might look fast, but their dead slow from where I'm from. Two of these ought to take them out."
Soon, many ambush band began to carry two AA tubes with them on convoy raids. The Spectre pilots were caught unprepared by the appearance of MANPADS in the hands of the Nerubians. Many gunships were force to retreat during a support mission, their engines hit by heat-seeking missiles as they strafed Nerubian raiders. Two were even shot down and destroy.
"How you like someone shooting back at you, you fucking bastard!" a warrior cries out as he fires a missile onto a passing Spectre gunship.
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Viceroy Morena and General Salem sat down and looked over the map of their expansion into the Nerubian territory. The general was not pleased. The Nerubians were armed with a new weapon that could destroy the infamous Canadian Spectre gunships. He thought hard. He needed a new strategy then just the Spectre gunships. All the attacks, he had noticed were far away from the inner part of the Canadian held territory. He noticed that the river moniters were able to defend the inner parts. So what could be used to stop the attacks or even slow them out. "I have it. The ballistic missile submarines that we have have enough cruise missiles to fill the gap of the Spectre gunships. We use satillite imagery and AWACS to locate the natives, and then the fleets and the submarines can fire off cruise missiles to destroy them. The battleships can fire bullets over 38 km. Also we use one of those new Artorion supercarriers as well as some of the Nimitz carriers. The CF-35 fighters are steath jets and so are the B-1 bombers we have. We can drop bombs on the natives without them knowing they are even under attack. If we can't beat them on the ground, then we will use our air force and navy. The army are going to be organized in smaller, quick reaction units. We have to make the enemy react to us. We need to respect the Nerubians so we will make a Nerubian Parliament headed by a Nerubian Prime Minister. We give the Nerubians the same rights as the colonials. Their religous places should be respected. We show that we are fighting them and the people will switch their loyalty to us. That is how you win a gurellia war.
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The Mercenaries slowly entered the camp, guns drawn. They forced all the people inside the camp into one building and they raised a Canadian flag. They took the men and women, and put them apart. The commander said through a bullhorn that this village was now under Canadian control, and they were not soldiers from Canada, but Mercenaries. The 2nd mercenary in Command, Jake Castle, talked to gunny about this.
"I'm not sure about this gunny..."
"Why not?"
"Well....they do look a Little...shifty."
"Like...the attack kind of shifty?"
"Yeah..."
"We have orders to take this village and to hold it until the Canadians Arrive."
"Yeah.."
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"Hira don! The Canads! They took a camp in Sa Dun!"
"We must go save them then! Rja, you stay here with your brothers. We'll go! John don!"
"May the Desert Spirit be with you!"
The band of rescuers went double time, riding hard into the desert. They stop two miles from the village and walked the rest of the way. Peering over a sand dune, they saw a perimeter of Canads around the camp. They could hear the cries of woman and children.
"Bastards! My wife and daughter are in there! We must attack them now!"
"No Bado don, they will see us. Frontal attacks on defenders never work. There must be another way..."
"John don, there is a old grain tunnel several hundred paces from here! It should lead us into the camp."
"Yuja and Mujin, you and your men stay here to cover us, use your scopes. Don't shoot till we are inside!"
The band sneaked across the desert, cover by the darkness. They reached a patch of red sand, where a buried rope protruded from the sand. Pulling the rope revealed a trapdoor into a dark tunnel. They flip their muzzle flashlights on, and crawl inside.
A few minutes later, they resurface into a unlit supply tent. They quietly crawl out, rifles in hand and eyes and ears scanning the outside.
"Wait. Put these onto your muzzle like this." John whispered as he handed out silencers to his companions. "Kill them like the silent scorpion."
They peer out from the tent door, and saw their first targets. They carefully took aim and fired into the intruder's bodies. They fell limp as the shots hit their neck. The band quickly sweep through the camp, until the alarm sounded.
"They know we are here! Quick! Find the women and children! We'll hold them off."
A firefight broke out inside the camp. The sound of gunfire alerted Yuja and Mujin, and they began sniping the perimeter Canads.
"John don. There's two inside the camp!"
"Cover and fire! Remember what I taught you! Go!"
The Nerubians fought with tribal ferocity complemented with the tactical cunning of modern soldiers. John don was not shy in training these desert nomads into the military grade of veterans. They were evenly match in skill to any Canad soldier. All they need now, is hope of victory.
"Well done boy! You're better most of my classmates in the Academy!" John searched the dead Canad bodies. He found several pistols. He handed it to his young companion. "Take these. Com'on, we need to help the others."
The mercenaries began to retreat from the camp. They were chase for a few hundred paces before the Nerubians gave out. They quickly ran back to camp to regroup with the others.
"Quick Hira don, we must get everyone moving now! They will be back with more men!"
"There is a place we can go, three days from here. We will be safe there."
Soon, the entire camp began moving for the mountains. There a place of refuge in the rocky and dangerous terrain offers safety from the marauding conquerors.
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Omdurman was alive with cheering. The first ever Nerubian Parliament and the first ever Nerubian Prime Minister had been elected. Viceroy Morena and General Salem stood outside the new Parliament Hall. The Nerubians held up signs with the faces of the new Prime Minister and the Viceroy. They cheered their names. The Prime Minister, an former elder of one of the coastal tribes, stood up over the crowd. "Today is a good day. Today, our Canadian brothers have created a true Nerubian state. We can have peace. The new government is going to open mosques in every city and town. Many of you see the Canadians as maruading crusaders, sent here to take us over. I have been to the Empire of Canada. They have many things that we can have. Free healthcare and education, freedom of speech and religion. We can have all these things. When the Canadians got here, we were bands of nomadic tribes, and now we are a part of the Canadian Empire. We have been rewarded home rule. We govern ourselves. These Nerubians that continue to fight, LISTEN! What are you fighting for? You are fighting for a Nerubia that is nothing more than broken tribes. You fight for a Nerubia where our chidren are taught to fight animals just to survive and shamans who know nothing about modern dieases. The Canadians, they are fighting for a Nerubia that the world has never seen. They fight for a Nerubia, where our children can learn about the outside world, they can become doctors so that modern dieases can be healed, or they can become teachers so they can teach the next generation. The Canadians are not asking us to get rid of our heritage, they are just asking us to unite. They are fighting for a united Nerubia!" The crowds roared. The Viceroy had done his job, he had won the loyalty of the people.
Grand Admiral Calawitz stood tall and silent in his submarine Vanguard. The Vanguard was the flagship of the new Subcorps and was the first ballistic missile sub in the Canadian military. The other Vanguard-class subs patroled the waters of Nerubia along with the older Oberons and Swiftsures. The sub was submerged and was waiting for orders.
"Sir, AWAC has located five large insurgent camps." called an ensign.
Calawitz nodded. "Get the coordinates and fire cruise missiles on their locations. Their scared of the "sky dragons", well, now I'm going to make them fear the sea dragons."
The cruise missiles flew from the ocean and headed for their destinations. The camps didn't know what happened. One minute they are arming themselves for another raid and the next, they see nothing but a flash as the cruise missiles decimate the camps.
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The Large Explosion was heard from the Mercenaries Position, a Area that they had been holding for weeks. They watched as a large flame and smoke came from the distance, and the men watched for a bit, then went back watching the people.
"Sir, one of these people is sick, what should we do?"
Gunny thought for a while, and gave his answer
"Patch her up"
They Merc's patched here up, and earning the respect from most of the local people. A few days went by, and soon, most of the Nerubian fighters have heard of them.
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occ: A bit unreal...I guess you forgotten your history on the Native Americans. Will you really be friends with the people that come and claim your home as theirs? and then kill you and your family when you resist? Then they force their culture on you and expect you to be good little sheep?
"They come and take our land, destroy our traditions and kill our families. Now they expect us to forgive them and just let them walk over us?"
The remaining Nerubians had left for refuge in the mountains. The cowards that stay behind surrendered to the Canads and offer their fealty to the foreigners. Bribes and fear were at the root of these betrayals.
Inside the camp, the cries and mourning of orphans and widows echo through the mountain. The Canads were ruthless in their attempt to take their land, killing all that stood in their way.
A young man sulks at the corner of a cliff. His friend attempts to comfort him. But no words could sooth his pain, for yesterday he lost both his pregnant wife and only son to a Canad rocket attack on their home. He like many, has lost irreplaceable love ones to the Canads.
John don sits with the remaining tribe chiefs, their faces mask with misery and hopelessness.
"These Canadians don't know how to hold back...your families won't be safe here anymore."
"My aunts, uncles, cousins...all dead...John don, what can we do? If we fight anymore, our families will be targeted."
"There's not much choice...those traitors have given up your secrets to the Canadians...there's no place to run. You will need to leave Neru."
"But where can we go? We have no other place. This has been our home for centuries! We can not give it up without a fight! Not after how many of my kin they killed! I'll die before I let these barbarians get away with it..."
"Fight we must...but first we must protect your families from the wrath of the Canadians. I have arrange passage with Lia, your wives and children will found refuge in the land of my tribe. We must leave quick, there's no telling when the Canads will find out about our position."
"John don...there's always a question that strike us all...why are you helping us? You are not Nerubian, nor do you have a wife or child here to protect."
John was silent for a moment before replying. "I do what Lia commands me to do. And Lia has told me to protect your people. That is all. But I believe in morality, something my tribe holds sacred."
The others ponder over John's answer. Deep down, they knew John was sympathetic with their cause, fighting shoulder to shoulder with them ever since he arrive in Neru. Whatever his reasons, he could be trusted.
"Agree, we will leave it to you to protect our love ones. We put faith in you John don."
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One weeks later...
"LE, I'm picking a cluster of thermal bodies at the west end of shore, coming down the mountain...wait...I'm picking up the beckon signal."
"That's Agent Saph, he's here with the refugees. Put down the launches."
Twenty motor launches are drop from the six large transport ships. From there, they ferry weary and exhausted Nerubians to the waiting ships.
"Agent Saph, good work. Glad to see that the Canadians didn't get a bullet into you."
"Long time no see 020. I hope you guys bought enough room...I have 7 000 women and children that need to be carry to safety. Hope the Canucks didn't pick you up?"
"Even if they did, nothing they can do. We're in international waters. If I see them, I'll flip them one."
"Enough jokes. We need to get food and water to the passengers, it was a long trip."
"I'll get the galley on it."
The ships lifted anchor as the last of the launches were pulled in. They proceeded northwards, towards their checkpoint. The journey was hard for the passengers inexperience with the rolling sea. The ship reeked of vomit and filth. It was a relief when they finally landed on a foreign tropical shore of trees and hills. The passengers were led onto the wharf, where they went through quarantine by John's people. The people spoke a strange tongue, and a majority them had light skin similar to John's.
The Nerubians were then transport on moving wagons along a pair of steel beams, a contraction that John called "a train". They were taken to a vast meadow dotted with plentiful trees. The land look fertile and wholesome, with an abundance of wildlife.
"How you like it Mujin? I know it's not the same as home. But it was all we can come up with here. A least there's plenty of grazing for your livestock."
"So much green...John don...thank you. We owe you and your people our gratitude."
"You're lucky that my country had some empty land here in the south. You won't be bother here, Lia made sure of this. It all belongs to your people, until you get back your old homes. Your livestock will come in tomorrow."
Supplies were move in to help the refugees settle in. Here, the small group of Nerubians could live safely under the protection of the local government. Their way of life will continue, as well their fight.
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Collateral asset secure. Free Engagment
Authorization accepted. STFUC project initiated
Submerge below the sea, a small fleet of submarines glides silently through the waters of north Neru.
"It's 3:20. Time to launch. Unlock tubes 1 to 12. Falcon Fire engagment initiated."
Thirty-six medium range ballistic missiles pop out from the top of the subs, exiting the water and arcing high into the sky. Their GPS guidance were coordinated on the major pre-sighted Canadian airfields in Nerubia. Three missiles for each airfield, the two ton warheads explode on impact. Runways were cratered, fuel tanks exploded, and hangars were blasted down. Several planes were also damaged in the bombardment.
With the Canadian air capabilities reduce, the remaining Nerubian fighters have a chance to fight on a more equal level. This fight was long from over...
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General Salem looked on into the Nerubian night sky. The lose of many of the Canadian airfields had resulted in the lessening of the air force. Now to make it interesting. I will order Canadian air force to share the civilian air fields. Now if the insurgents wanted to attack the Canadian airfields, they would have to attack the civilians too, further lowering the insurgent recruitment. Ok, next would have to be the army. So far the smaller groups are much better now. Tanks and motorized infantry can now chase down the raiders. The new Hind helicopters are difenitly helping. The navy itself can create a blockade. Fast attack ships can find those suppliers. God, we need to win this. The loyal Nerubians are beginning to see the insurgents as enemies. But they need to continue to see them as that.
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It has been five months since the retreat of the Nerubians into the mountains. Now, Hira Kuma, chosen Representative of the Nerubian Liberation Front sits across from General Salem of the Canadian Colonial Army. The war had been bloody for both sides, now it was time to end it on peace.
A Nerubian translator conveys Hira's words in English to Salem.
"As agree on this peace proposal, the lands as stated in this document will be given to the Free Tribes of Nerubia, to be self-govern and self-maintain under the laws and people of the Nerubian clans. In return, the lands in question shall receive the statue as a official territory of the Canadian Empire, as par the democratic principles of the Empire. The Canadian government shall also pay monetary retribution to the Nerubian families for their unprovoked aggression against Nerubia, which had cause the many lives of innocents.
This being said, the Canadian Empire will respect the ways and interests of the Nerubian people and treat them as citizens with full rights. The Nerubian people will also learn to cooperate in economic and cultural partnership with the Canadian government."
"Do you accept, General?" added the translator.
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General Salem sighed. The blood of good men, both Canadian and Nerubian stained the sands. "I will accept this peace. But the Colonial Army will maintain a presence in these lands of question and the Nerubian Liberation Front will be absorbed into a new Nerubian Army."
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occ: wow, looks like Oz will have to give you the colony on his map
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ooc: glad you liked it.
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Hira backs away in disgust, spitting out Nerubian in a furious pace. The translator coped:
"You defile our land and you murder our kin, now you expect us to fight for you? Each man to his own, we fight only to defend our clan and family! We will allow your soldiers to move around the borders of our land, but they will not be allow into our homes and villages. This is the most I can offer to the bastards that killed my son..."
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That remark struck the general in the heart. He too knew what it was like to lose a son. His Edward was killed in the Battle of Anchorage, so he knew what this was about. "Alright, the Canadian Army will have a presence and stay in their barracks, forts and the cities that the colonials built. They will be here, just in case of invasion from another nation. The Nerubians will control this territory, however. They will elect a Shah among their leaders and that person will rule, but a Governor-General from Canada will stay just to represent the Canadian government. But this will be a self-governing dominion of the Empire. Also there will be no more movements of Canadians to this region. This will be a Nerubian region."
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"A king? We have no use for a elected king. The chiefs from each of our clans will make decisions base on mutual consensus. We like to share the power equally. This way, peace will be maintain among us Nerubians. We will do our best to accommodate your...Governor."
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General Salem held out his hand in agreement to the peace, but Hira didn't take it. If this is a victory, I feel that it is empty. It might be years until the Nerubians finally trust us. Might take forever. This is the Empire's darkest hour. In Canada, we spoke of peace and harmony, but here we brought death and war on a simple, happy people. I feel that this isn't right. "All right then, as the Commander of the Eastern Command Froce, I hereby agree to this agreement. But there is no reason for you to accomadate our Governor. We have caused you enough pain and hardship. You will not serve us, we will work together to finally bring peace."
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"Let that be so, may the Desert Spirit guide us towards a peaceful Nerubia where our children can live well."
With that, Hira passed the ceremonial metal piece to the General, a tradition of his people.
"This was one of shrapnel pieces that hit my son. I will give this to you as a sign of our mutual suffering..."
With that, Hira left the room. In his mind, he hope his son's spirit will forgive him for letting the Canads get away with his death. "My little Joji...rest in peace my son."
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General Salem waited until the Nerubians left. He stood there holding the piece of shrapnel that Hira had given him. The weapon that killed his son. The general couldn't hold it in. He broke into tears. Hira may think that he is letting the Canadians get away with his son's death, but in fact, this war of occupation will rip into the Canadians for a long time. For the first and hopefull the last time, they were seen as the aggressor and the threat. "May God forgive us for our sins."
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The Mercenaries, there job complete, did what other Mercs did, they left. Most of them went back and re Joined the Barakarin Army. Others, joined the Canadians army. In all, most of them left. But, only a few stayed. They knew that the war was over, so the money was gone. After leaving the nation, Gunny looked back one final time, and looked at a picture of the village.
Beautiful Place....