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| Extreme Counter-Terrorism Measures Continue in Tataloona | |
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| Tataloona | Jan 9 2015, 07:30 AM Post #1 |
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3:00 (am) Local Tataloona Time, Nakaviri National Reserve Two Bell UH-1 Iroquois along with a Bell UH-1 Tatty, a special variant of the country that acts more as a support helicopter than a personnel carrier, helicopters made their way through the open savannah. The sounds of their rotors scared away the different wildlife below. The great migration to the northern plains had not begun yet. The animals were not the concern of this men however. They were after another prey. The pilot of the Bell UH-1 Tatty grabbed the on-board radio. "RC this is Amber one. We are at way-point crimson. I repeat, we are making way to objective. Over." "Amber one this is RC. Copy that. Continue on your trajectory and engage all hostiles. I repeat, continue on your trajectory and engage all hostiles." "Copy that RC, Amber one out." The pilot then changed the dials and talked into his radio again. "Amber one to Amber two and Amber three. We are to remain on course and engage all hostiles. I repeat, we are to remain on target and engage all hostiles. Over" "This is Amber two to Amber one. Copy that. Over." "This is Amber three to Amber one. Copy that. Over." With that, the three helicopters took a turn left and headed east. With only a few minutes to go before they reached their objective, the pilot of one of the Bell UH-1 Iroquois "Huey" helicopter looked over his shoulder. He saw one of them men sitting behind him look at him. He raised his hand openly, letting his fingers spread out. He was signaling him that there was only five minutes left till they made their objective. The man nodded. The pilot looked back right at his instruments. The man, the captain of the two squads in the chopper, looked at the soldiers around him. Eyes wide open and ready for a fight. They were well drilled. "Five minutes till we reach the hot spot. Are you boys ready?" He asked them. He was answered with all of them nodding. "Good. We engage every hostile. I repeat, every hostile. We can't take the risk of one of them getting a jump on us. As soon as you see anybody not in a military uniform, you shoot. Do I make myself clear?" A round of "sir, yes sir" came about. The pilots saw their objective. It was a small town on the edge of the reserve. The buildings were made of nothing more than wood. All of the inhabitants of the village were from the Danno ethnicity. The pilots switched to night vision. There was already a lot of activity. "Amber one to Amber two and Amber three. Be advised, we are detecting heavy activity on the objective." "Copy that." "Copy that." The Bell UH-1 Tatty fired up it's M134 Minigun. The barrels began to spin and in a matter of a second, it was bursting rounds on the enemy. The pilots spotted two men trying to set up an machine gun on a nest. Using a M129 grenade launcher, they blew them up. The two Hueys then began unloading the men. Armed with m16 assault rifles, they began to open fire. Armed or unarmed, so long as they weren't apart of the task force, was shot. Men, women and children. As the soldiers made their way from house to house, the Tatty kept a visual over them. It shot at whatever was unfortunate enough to spot. The massacre only took a few minutes, twenty three to be exact. By that time, all the inhabitants of the village was dead. The screams of the villagers have long died out along with the villagers themselves. The men got on the Hueys and the helicopters promptly left after all the bodies where hidden in a single structure. A "clean up" crew came just a few minutes later. The bodies were burned and the charred remains were buried. The houses were burned and every precaution was made to make sure that all traces that the village existed were to be erased. Even the records of the citizens living there were going to be confiscated by the military and disposed off. Peshe's extreme measures of dealing with the rebel group showed no signs of stopping. Edited by Tataloona, Jan 9 2015, 07:32 AM.
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"Unity and Prosperity through Discipline and Commitment." -Omar Peshe Ten years of stability and progress under the regime. President Peshe leads the way. Tataloona, growing strong | |
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| Tataloona | Jan 16 2015, 05:19 AM Post #2 |
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22:28 (10:28 pm) Local Tataloona Time, Holding Cell A, Rosko Detention Center, 56 Kilometers from Darmannis, Tataloona. The door was opened for National Army's Special Forces Unit operative Nolan Rounana. He was wearing inmate attire but he was never convicted of any crimes. There was a different reason he was here. He brushed his recently cut hair and looked around the room. There was a man sitting at the other end of a table that was placed in the middle of the room. The man waved his hand towards the seat on his opposite, motioning for him to have a seat. The man was wearing a sharp black suit and tie, not the kind of attire you would expect from a place like the Detention center. He was holding a folder in his hand. He dropped it on the table once Rounana sat down. "Private Rounana, good evening. How are you today? I trust your voyage here was satisfactory. Do you need anything to drink? We have everything here to accommodate to your needs." "I'm alright, thank you sir." He answered and nodded with respect. He was a soldier after all and the Tataloonian Armed Forces valued humility amongst all moral values. "Have your superiors informed you of the nature of the mission you are to undertake here?" "To some extent sir." He answered. "You see private, we extract information from convicted 'terrorist' in this facility through 'unconventional means'. Such is why our clandestine location is necessary. Said methods may be found distasteful by outside powers. We have done a satisfactory job of providing the nation with vital information that has helped us eliminate treats that could have harmed our populous. However, we currently have a situation that requires us to undertake more unorthodox methods." Rounana nodded again. Rounana had heard rumors of what happens in detention centers like this. Several people had already condemned the operations occurring inside this facilities. He began to wonder what exactly his role here was. "Private, your task is simple." The man in the suit continued. He passed Rounana the folder he was holding as he began to continue. "That folder contains the files of Mr. Jean Rosco. Mr. Rosco is believed to be a provider of equipment for a local cell in Darmannis as well as being an information officer in charge of communications with the cell in Darmannis to some form of central command elsewhere. Mr. Rosco has been resilient with our attempts. You are tasked with extracting the information from Mr. Rosco by gaining his trust. Mr. Rosco has been in solitary confinement for the past three weeks. Human communication would be a much needed relief for Mr. Rosco and we believe that you will be able to use this to your advantage. Is this clear Private?" "Yes sir." Rounana answered. "Will you be needed any special aid during this operation?" The man asked. He had his fingers from both his hands intertwined and placed just below his chin. For come reason, Rounana found this humorous. The tenting fingers seemed to fit this person well. We would smirk if he wasn't in the military. "No sir." "Excellent. There is one other matter although. The Mr. Rosco and the rest of the inmates here would be expecting you to receive bruises and scars from our admission process. They would be quite suspicious of you if you came into the room without a scratch." "Understood sir." "Would you need any sort of pain killers perhaps? Alcohol?" "No sir. It only dulls the senses. Our target will notice this when I arrive to his room." "Brave man you are, brave man." The man stood up and nodded at Rounana. He then shook his hand as he approached. Then he left the room and two men with batons entered. 'They better pay me extra for this.' Rounana thought. |
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"Unity and Prosperity through Discipline and Commitment." -Omar Peshe Ten years of stability and progress under the regime. President Peshe leads the way. Tataloona, growing strong | |
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| Tataloona | Jan 17 2015, 04:36 AM Post #3 |
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8:00 (am) Local Tataloona Time, January 17, 2015 Presidential Central Office, Presidential Estate, Darmannis, Tataloona "Mr. Peshe, Mr. Laus and General Sallis is here to see." The phone on loudspeaker on Omar Peshe's desk informed him. Peshe seemed to have been buried in his paperwork again. Everything needing his attention, his recommendations, his thoughts, his proper opinions, his view on the matter and most importantly, his signature. He remembered the days when he was in the front lines, the days of excitement and terror. When he had to make decisions that decided the lives of men. He both thanked that those days were long past behind him and craved the action of battle. Peshe was never a politicians, he was a soldier through and through. "Let them in Miss Wallana, thank you." Peshe answered over the phone. "At once sir." A few seconds passed by and the door directly in front of him opened. He's attention went from his paperwork to the people entering. A woman in a sharp suit opened the door for two men. One of them was wearing a suit while the other was wearing a military uniform and was highly decorated with medals. "It seems that you're stacked under the weight of bureaucracy my Omar." The man in the uniform said. "I price of freedom Jamar. Come, have a seat." Peshe answered with a wide grin on his face. "Can I offer you anything to drink or eat perhaps?" "A glass of whiskey." The man in the suit answered with a sly smile on his face. Peshe gave him a mocking look of disapproval. "This early in the morning?" "Trust me Omar, you will need it." the man in the uniform answered. Peshe saw the somber expression on the man's face and his smile faded away. Peshe should have knew. When the head of the army and the Secretary of Defense visited him together, there was always a serious matter to be addressed. The bearers of ill news. Peshe dropped his pen and focused all his attention towards the men who took a seat in front of him. The man in the suit dropped a folder in front of Peshe. It was sealed with a red paper band that Peshe ripped off. He then began to scan the papers inside them. "We got information of an imminent attack. A splinter cell of the N.L.K have been planning on attacking the..." "National University." Peshe dropped the folder. He stared blankly at the wall for a few minutes. "Omar? Omar? Are you alright Omar?" The man in the suit asked. "This is just the opportunity we need. We've been losing support with younger population." "If we halt this attack, we gain their popular opinion to continue our operations." The man in the suit added. "But if we were to allow the attack happen, we would gain the youth's sympathy." Peshe said as he scratched his chin. "Omar, you're not suggesting that we allow this massacre?" The man in the uniform asked, his face with genuine concern. "Tell the constabulary to be on high alert, but do not tell them of the true nature of the treat. When the attack happens, make sure you have the special forces respond quickly. We want to minimize casualties." The man in the uniform mashed his fist on Peshe's table. "This is what we swore to protect against from! This is why we're doing what we're out there in the field! To prevent this! You can't allow innocent people to die!" "The youth has to learn why we take harsh measures Jamal. For too long they've live in safety, for too long they've been spoiled and fed with a silver spoon. No longer, we have to teach them a lesson. They'll keep living in their fantasy world unless we awaken them to the truth." "God have mercy on us." The man in the suit said. "We really are going to continue with this, aren't we?" |
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"Unity and Prosperity through Discipline and Commitment." -Omar Peshe Ten years of stability and progress under the regime. President Peshe leads the way. Tataloona, growing strong | |
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| Tataloona | Jan 26 2015, 03:02 PM Post #4 |
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10:23 (am) Local Tataloona Time, January 20, 2015 College of Architecture Symposium Hall, National University of Tataloona, Darmannis, Tataloona The students of the College of Architecture, from the different programs under it, were beginning to enter the hall. The students were excited for this day. A very special guess was arriving. In about an hour, Dr. Ryan D. Tanner, a renowned Gileadian architect, was about to visit the students of the university. Only once in a lifetime would this students get the honor of such an event. As one would expect, security was tight. The special guest coupled with the threat of an impending attack has raised security all through out the city. Most were not concerned though. It had been years since the N.L.K made good on any of their threats. Although most of the students actively opposed Peshe, they were thankful for the stability he brought. Two men entered the hall carrying large duffel bags. They took their near the door at the highest row of seats. They placed their bags on their laps. One of them looked at the other. "Where is Ba-ba?" One asked. He rubbed his hands together as the air conditioning made the room particularly cold. He should have worn a jacket. The red sweater he was wearing was not enough. "On his way. He had to assemble it himself this morning. The damn thing broke." The other said. Even though he was only wearing a thin, black shirt, the temperature did not seem to phase him. "What do you mean it broke!?" The other asked with disbelief in his tone. "It fell into pieces. Ba-ba was able to fix it. Do not worry." The other said with a cheeky smile on his face. The door opened behind them with a slight creek. Two women enter along with another man. He was engaged in conversation with them when the two men seated at the back called his attention. "Ba-ba! Over here you prick! Stop trying to get laid and come get a seat before it's all gone." The man shifted his attention from the women towards the two seated men. "Excuse me ladies, Charlie and Chata seem to be jealous of me again." They all gave off a round of laughter and waved at each other. Ba-ba took a seat next to the man wearing the red sweater known as Chata. They faces became somber. Ba-ba opened his duffel bag to reveal a bag with mortar shells in them attached to a detonating rig. "It is all set. It was a miracle I was able to put it back together." Ba-ba said, carefully keeping the bag concealed. "Masyal and Simoun are outside. They are prepared when all are here." "Excellent. All glory goes to God." Chata said. "We just wait then." They passed the time chatting with one another. One wouldn't have a single that this men were armed terrorist. The smiles on their faces and their casual manner gave hint of what their true intentions were. They waited for half an hour until the hall was packed with people. Cheery faces such as themselves, oblivious to the danger coming. Then a man entered the room wearing a black leather jacket and blue jeans. He walked over to Charlie. "It is time." He whispered in his ear. Charlie nodded and looked at the other two. Ba-ba stood up with his bag and placed it in the middle row. He counted down the minutes as he walked back to his seat and pulled a Glock 17C from his back. The two other men pulled their Kalashnikov rifles out of the bag. Their companions outside locked the doors. 3... 2... 1... The room was suddenly rocked by a massive explosion. There was no time to scream or shout for most as the sheer force of the blast of the shrapnel coming from it and the objects around them killed them instantly. The rest were dazed. Some were missing their limbs. Others were slowly bleeding to death. It took a few moments for the pandemonium to break out. Charlie, Chata and Ba-ba then pointed their guns at survivors. The screaming began. Cries of mercy and terror. Then the sound of rounds being fired. It only took no more than one and a half minutes for the men to clear the room. The door opened and the two men outside entered. They waved at them to get out. They walked the halls, shooting any that they saw. Curious students, University guards and first aid responders were shot down. None were spared. They kept chanting their tribal praise songs that were taught to them. Tribal songs they kept even as they were accepted for a scholarship into the capital and they moved here, away from their families. This were the people the N.L.K looked for. Daanos who felt marginalized by the dominant Saars and needed a way to lash back. As they turned one final corner towards the male dormitories, they were faced with five men in black uniforms wearing bullet proof vest with black ski mask on. They were carrying m16 assault rifles. There was no call to stand down, no warning for them to surrender, only a hail of gunfire. They didn't yell for help or cry out or even curse the police officers. They only kept chanting as they fell one by one. |
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"Unity and Prosperity through Discipline and Commitment." -Omar Peshe Ten years of stability and progress under the regime. President Peshe leads the way. Tataloona, growing strong | |
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