Expatriate Uprising

[Osamafune]

ooc- reading this and this first may be a good idea /ooc


"Damn it stinks back here..." commented James McPherson over his satellite phone. "Are you sure they're even in there?"

A deep, manly voice answered back. "We have video of them going in there. Just be patient."

"Meh, if you say so, Mike." James hung up and continues his watch on the Executive Palace from his back-alley hiding place. After several minutes, he noticed something... Through his binoculars he could see a group of what appeared to be a group of Presidential Guardsmen next to a window on the first floor. A few windows over, he could see one of the targets approaching them. He joined up with them and began to head toward the front entrance.

James immediately grabbed his phone and got a hold of Mike. "What is it now, James?"

"Target B has been spotted. He appears to be heading towards the front entrance and none of the other targets are with him." answered James in a hurry. After hours of waiting in the dank, dirty alley, the operation was about to get underway.

"Only one?" Mike was dissapointed. He wanted to get multiple targets in the attack, but it was almost sunrise, they couldn't afford to wait. "Well we have no choice but to take out Target B."

"It's a go then?"

"Affirmative, it's a go. Tell us when he leaves the building." The goal of the operation was to take out key members of the executive branch. To do this, they had five mortars aimed out the windows of an abandoned warehouse of few blocks away from the Executive Palace. They were essentially firing blind, hence the need for several mortars and for James to tell the mortar squads when the target has left the building.

Mike turned to the squads, who he could tell were jittery because of their movements. "This is it men, fire on my command." They just gave him a nod.

James had his eyes glued to Target B. Nothing could take his eyes off of him. Occasionally the target stopped to greet some of the staff in the Palace, but he was making a good pace to the door. Soon, he was there. "Almost, almost..." James said to Mike.

Finally, he stepped out the front door. "He's out!" James exclaimed.

"FIRE!" Mike commanded his men. With five loud thuds, the mortar rounds were in the air and heading towards Target B.

James only hung around to see the rounds strike the lawn before he was up and heading towards the warehouse at a dead sprint. His satellite phone slipped out of his pocket and fell in a puddle in the dark alley.


Immediately after the rounds struck, Presidential Guardsmen Jeeps began heading towards the warehouse carrying soldiers armed with FAMAS assault rifles.

Mike was getting nervous when he didn't get the expected reply from James. "Shouldn't we escape from here before security forces arrive?" asked one of the squad members.

"No, we have to wait for a reply from James on wether or not we've hit the target!" He tried to contact James over the phone but could get no answer. "Ugh, they're practically on top of us... Forget James, let's go men. We have to get out of here.!"

He waited to late to give the order. When the men reached the exit of the warehouse, security forces were already there waiting on them.

[Osamafune]

It was about 8:30am the following morning. President Rhodes entered the Cabinet Room to kick off the emergency session he called for earlier. He had just came from  the Media Center, where he announced the assassination of Vice President Marshall.

Rhodes lay a pile of papers on the table in front of his seat and sat down. "Well as you know, James Marshall was assassinated this morning at around 4:30. He and several Guardsmen that were escorting him died when a mortar barrage struck the front lawn." Rhodes turned to his Secretary of War, Malcolm Harding. "What have they told you about the men that were arrested?"

Harding had a rather dissapointed look on his face. "Well, they're Gydanian, and they refuse to talk. That's it."

"Do you think they are GSO militants?" asked Rhodes.

"I somehow doubt that. When arrested, they almost always admit to being members of the GSO. And as you know, they very rarely carry out attacks outside of New Gydan."

"And the only other armed group with animosity towards us Is Expatriates, am I right?" Rhodes grinned deviously as he waited for Harding's answer.

"Uh yes, but GSO militants have become more bold in their attacks recently, so I wouldn't put it past them..." Harding knew where Rhodes was about to go with this, and he knew he would have little chance of changing his mind.

"That may be true, but Expatriates has been a thorn in our side for too long. They keep getting stronger and more influential, especially after the Decapolis affair. We must eliminate them now." Rhodes had built himself up into a malicious fervor. "For ours and Collosea's sake, we must destroy them!"

"Do you know what kind of backlash this would create among the people against us?" interjected Secretary of Culture, Hitesh Patel. "This could be a very dangerous move."

Rhodes cast his malicious gaze on Patel. "We either wait for them to overthrow us in the future, or we take them down now. If we wait any longer, I doubt we'll stand much of a chance."

Rhodes managed to calm himself down. "Alright. Harding, bring the senior generals to the situation room where we'll plan the attack. After that, I want all of you to work together to create a report on the possible results damages that could result. Damage to infrastructure, popular opinion, everything."

With that, Rhodes stood up and left the Cabinet Room in a split second, leaving nearly the entire cabinet with a feeling of disbelief.

[Osamafune]

While Harding was strategizing with his generals, President Rhodes was addressing the nation.

"Citizens of Collosea, as you remember, Vice President James Marshall was assassinated yesterday morning. The perpetrators were arrested, and is in federal custody. Many fear that this is the work of the GSO, but that's not true. Based off of reliable intellegence and the confessions of the captured militants, I can say without a doubt, that they were members of the Expatriate armed wing. I will not allow any terrorist group to exist on our territory, therefore I have authorized the use of military force to evict them from our country."

Rhodes stepped down from the podium, and refused to answer any questions. He simply left the Media Center to go to the Situation Room where he would find what was left of his cabinet and the Secretaries of the Army, Navy, and Airforce.

"Alright gentlemen, what have you come up with?" Rhodes asked the Secretaries.

"We believe that if we occupy the capitol of New Gydan, Korinthos, and ensure we topple their leadership, that the group will no longer be a serious threat." answered Harding.

"And to do that, we'll move the 6,000 strong force already in New Gydan straight into Korinthos. While preparing to move, Airforce jets will perform 24 hour reconaissance over the city. If we're 100% sure we can get them without risking the lives of civilians, we'll launch a few precision bombings." said the Secretary of the Army, Peter Calhoun.

"Also, you'll need to press the New Gydan Paramilitary into Federal service to prevent Expatriates from using them. I advise to keep them out of the fighting, using them to fight their brethren would not be a good thing politically." advised Secretary of Education, Shirley Paige.

"Right, I'll go ahead and do that. Everything sounds fine, go ahead and begin carrying out the operations." Rhodes turned and headed to the door of the Situation Room. "I'll call another meeting once the operations have officially begun in Korinthos. Until then, take care." Rhodes left for his office where he would begin drafting the executive order that would put the New Gydan Paramilitary under Federal control.

[Xyrael]

A Xyraeli Diplomatic airliner was en route to Collosea with four Gripen escorts from the Filipino State, flying at a slightly higher altitude than normal. The pilot had already contacted the Collosean government about it's ETA. Inside the plane a man was breathing pure oxygen directly from a tank. He wore high tech equipment, a parachute, and several gadgets and gismo's including Infared goggles, a GPS tracker, and a wireless communication relay. Several men checked to make sure he was secure, and his heart was racing.

Polotoc had never jumped from this high before, and he was expected to release his parachute just before he hit the ground. He never liked HALO jumps, and this one was risky. The dignitary was just a cover for the true operation, and he couldn't get caught, much less die. Polotoc turned to a man and raised his thumbing, signalling he was ready. He was taken to the cargo hold, the ramp opening before him. A pitch black night sky was above him, and below him the clouds seemed to glow an eery blue. Damned night time too, I'd forgotten. Polotoc sighed, trying to relax himself as his fingers played with strand of beads nervously. He put them inside a pocket while his sergeant places his hand on him.

"Corporal, do this right. If you don't, well, you know you won't be looking pretty after."

"Yes, sir!" he responded as the hand pushed him out. The wind rushed past his face, his cheeks flapping in the wind as he picked up speed. He struggled to breathe steadily through his oxygen bottle while his face was beaten with a chill wind, every part of his body was beginning to freeze despite the polypropylene clothing he was wearing. The ground just isn't coming fast enough... he thought morbidly to himself as he imagined hitting the ground

The AAD set off the parachute, and he felt himself forced upwards as the parachute caught wind for just a few moments before his feet slammed into to dark ground below him. He remembered his training, tumbling instead of allowing the force of his fall to shatter his legs, but he was winded anyways. He coughed several times, and decided he'd rest for a few moments.

A new rush every day.

It took him a while to unhook his parachute and pack up, but he wasn't in a hurry. He doubted the Colloseans were actively looking for a tactical insertion from a diplomatic plane. Either way, he found himself only staying at the landing site for a quarter of an hour before moving to find a better location for the night. His GPS told him he was in the center of north eastern Collosea, right on target.

[Uziel]

"We have a visual on the Xyraeli diplomatic plane sir, it'll be landing any time now." said a voice over the radio.

"Well George, you ready to head on down?" Asked Daniel Sigel of George Munrow. Sigel is the commander of the Titanis Envoy Detache (TED) in the Presidential Guard, which provides protection and transportation for foreign dignitaries entering the capitol, Titanis. George Munrow is Collosea's Secretary of Foreign Affairs.

"Yes, let's go."

The two men and their entourage of Guardsmen began to make their way down towards the run way to greet the Xyraeli diplomats as they set foot into Collosea.

[Osamafune]

Underneath the Korinthos City Hall in a makeshift bunker, the Expatriate leadership convened once their supreme leader arrived.

Philonexus aka Kenneth Anderson, leader of the Expatriate Political Wing, greeted their Supreme Leader and Militant Wing leader when they arrived. "Welcome, Osafune! Welcome Lycena! The moment we've been waiting for has finally arrived!"

Philonexus was obviously excited, but Militant Wing leader Lycena would dash that excitement. "Yes, but too early. They'll be coming straight for us here in Korinthos, but most of our forces are scattered across the provence. They'll be here before we can gather the necessary forces."

"I see... Hey wait a minute!" Philonexus saw a silhouette behind Osafune and Lycena. "Who's that behind you?"

[Xyrael]

The Xyraeli planes set down with little fanfare, the fighters taxi'ing to a halt in a guarded area while the diplomatic plane taxi'd to a stop near the terminal. It took several minutes before the door was opened, a single guardsmen proceeded down the ramp with ceremony, and the diplomat proeeded down the stairs towards Sigel and Munrow. Delen wasn't the most imposing Xyraelite ever, at 5'6" and a hundred and twenty one pounds he was rather small, but his tongue and mind were always sharp. He wasn't given this position for extensive knowledge of anything, all he had to do was talk and see what was happening.

Delen walked to the two men and bowed slightly to greet them. "My name is Delen Khamat, representative of the State of Xyrael."


Polotoc had spent quite a bit of time memorizing their faces, but somehow he found they all looked quite similar to one another. It'd taken him quite a bit of fast talking to find and be allowed to talk to the man known as Osafune. He had to assure many people that he was here to help. He struggled to brew up a smile as he peered into the mans eyes. He hadn't slept much the night before, but he was still quite alert. "Hello, Osafune. I've heard of your exploites," he chuckled softly, "perhaps you need some assistance?"

[Uziel]

Dan Sigel could barely hold back his laughter at the sight of the Xyraelite that was supposed to help forge a path for more friendly relations between the two countries.

"Welcome to Collosea, Mr. Khamat. I am George Munrow, Secretary of Foreign Affairs for Collosea. This is Daniel Sigel who is in charge of the Presidential Guardsmen who were assigned for our protection and transportation." Munrow reached out to shake Khamat's hand. "I trust that you had a pleasant flight?"

[Osamafune]

Polotoc startled the Expat trio, they were supposed to be having a private meeting. "Woah, woah, woah! who the hell are you?" Demanded Lycena. "You don't look like one of our men! You don't even look like you're Collosean."

An ESOF militant escorting Polotoc nervously answered, "He says he's an Xyraelite sir, and that he's here on official business to provide us aid."

"I don't care who he is, you can't just let him walk in here while we were about to have a private meeting. Ugh, too late now I guess." The dismayed Osafune turned to Polotoc. "So stranger, you're an Xyraelite huh? Care to explain why exactly you're here?"