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| The Allied States of Zambiwa | Mar 4 2015, 02:45 AM Post #1 |
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"As Haram Bo-Kay pressures the Christian Community in the state of Akashi, more and more citizens fear capture, and are fleeing the country." The radio is loud, but it is drowned by the sound of the cars moving through the savannah like a heard of wild animals. That is what they had been reduced too, Mikhail thought as his family's Sudan pushed through the wet mud underneath the tires. It was rainy, and gloomy, just the kind of day you would expect for a large group of refugees to be traveling from their country. The threat of Haram Bo-Kay, although not yet severely physical, was mentally harsh enough to cause many of Akashi dwellers to pack up their things, and head north to the nearest civilized area. Many stopping on the roads and creating miniature villages, or spotting the opportunity to create some cash, setting up small shops and other vending operations. Mikhail was a native of Akashi, but was from a Zalivyan family. His parents had moved to Zambiwa for a job opportunity in the mining trade. He was going to follow his father's footsteps and take on the small mine that they owned in the town of Urkt. Those dreams would not come true, it seemed for the time being, because his home and his livelihood was under attack. He was angry for this, he was angry at himself for not doing anything to help the situation, he was mad at the Akashi government, because it seemed like they were putting more resources into fleeing than fighting. Their caravan was guarded by armored vehicles, with Akashi markings on them, but what seemed to be Federal Soldiers. He had never left Zambiwa before, and he was hoping to travel the world, but not like this. He wanted his life to be what he made it, not the product of fear caused by someone who wanted him dead for no other reason than his faith. He was now traveling to a foreign land, he had heard of it, but had never been. Their culture was a mystery to him, and most of the people that were fleeing. There wasn't much known about this foreign country, and he hoped that they would welcome him, and his lost family. TO BE CONTINUED Edited by The Allied States of Zambiwa, Mar 4 2015, 02:46 AM.
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| The Allied States of Zambiwa | Mar 4 2015, 05:46 PM Post #2 |
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"Mama, Why are we traveling to another country? Why not just settle in camps outside the border with the other Zambiwans? I don't want to go to another country." Mikhail's younger sister asks critically. She was young, but very observant for her age. She couldn't understand quite why they were picking up and abandoning their coastal home in Akashi, but she was looking for answers, in any way she could. Mikhail's distraught mother begins to answer, but is cut short by the father, "Sweety, we've talked about this. The Wilderness is not a safe place. We do not know where Haram Bo-Kay is going to be, so the only way we can ensure our safety from them is to go to another state." Mikhai's sister ponders the answer to her question before replying. "Why can't we go to Tataloona? You know Felucia lives there, we could stay with her family!" Mikhail took the job of answering this time. "Tataloona is dealing with similar problems, if we go there, our safety is not sure. The only hope we have is to travel to the nearest country north. And if your next question is why we couldn't go to another state in Zambiwa, it's because the government has closed all the highways for safety measures. Our only hope now is 'Achaian Peloponnese." His sister absorbs the information and looks out of the window, going over the information in her mind. Their dirty brown Sudan has taken years of damage from various family trips and scratches from Mikhail's endeavors to learn to drive. But it was put to the real test on this trek through the uncharted territory towards an unfamiliar country. Flanked by Akashi militants, they had joined a group of commercial vehicles that was on their way to Achaian Peloponnese. There were about 200 civilians and 80 militants in the escort, making up the largest grouping of Zambiwan refugees that had fled. The Akashi Governor had announced to the public that is what not safe to settle in the Wilderness, and that if they did, they would only be guarded by militants if they were in a grouping of 80 persons or more. Other than that, it would be impossible to track and protect all the refugees. The Akashi government also urged fleeing citizens to head to either Tataloona or Achaian Peloponnese, until more permanent solutions were figured out. Back at the Federal Government headquarters, they had set aside a special unit of federal employees to reach out to foreign countries and try to find a safe haven for the fleeing refugees. Back at a Government Facility in Astogoleri, the Refugee and Civilian Safety Coordination Department or RCSCD, specially made for such occasions as this, works to organize the Akashi crisis... "Ok, right now all fleeing citizens are traveling by land vehicle towards either Tataloona, Ahaian Peloponnese, or settling somewhere in the Wilderness. I want to consider the possibility of water travel to Venucci lands near Ahwaz. Abdullah, I want you to see what the federal government has for water vehicles that can be used to escort civilians. Nyama, Have you heard back from the Kukonda Air Base on flights out towards Valkany or any other Victorium nations?" "Yes I have been contacting the men there, they say they have three commercial airplanes ready to carry refugees to a foreign country, I will be sending telegrams to Victorium nations on any accommodations they might be able to make. I have also contacted the Akashi Governor to let him know that the commercial flights can carry a total of 132 persons. This will need to be a first come first serve, and the Haram Bo-Kay militants cannot get word of it, so we will need to carry the message out by a closed line in the Akashi Capital." "Ok, When was the last time we made communications with the escort heading towards Achaian Peloponnese?" "22 hours ago sir." "Ok put me online with them." "Ready" "Hello Escort 22, what is your status?" A muffled voice comes through the frequency. "This is Tiger 4, after the last count, we have 198 citizens with us and 89 military men. We have not been confronted by any foreign militaries or peoples, and we are about 30 miles outside of Achaian Peloponnese lines. In about an hour however we will converge with a small group of Zambiwans who have settled a small area about 8 miles from here, Some of our military units will stay with them, leaving us with 58 men, 15 Heavy Land Vehicles, 198 Civilians traveling in 54 different personal vehicles of different makes and models. Have you contacted the Achaian Government to let them know we are headed their way?" "We are working on it, head north as planned, contact us when you are 20 miles out, and every 5 miles after that. Over?" "Over." The little red dot that represented the escort moved little by little on the monitor in the RCSCD control room. TO BE CONTINUED |
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| The Allied States of Zambiwa | Mar 6 2015, 09:10 PM Post #3 |
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Some hours later, the leading vehicle for the refugee convoy sends out a transmission to the RCSCD headquarters back in Zambiwa. "Base, this is Falcon 4, we have just reached the 5 mile point, requesting an update on the current conditions in our destination." Seconds later, the headquarters control room responds... "Falcon 4, we have just finished communications with the Achaian Peloponnese Central Government. They have told us some harrowing news. They will not be able to secure your safety once you reach the Achaian Borders. Apparently there is a hostile local government patrolling the area with a militia that we do not have any concrete information on. We advise either using the rest of your gas, supplies, or resources to settle at least 10 miles from their border and wait for an extraction." "How long will the extraction take?" "After running the numbers, we've concluded that the wait time would take anywhere from five to ten days. Right now the Federal Government has stretched it's resources throughout the states as well as most going to Akashi, and the Akashi military is also spread pretty thin. I will be in constant communications with the other nine states regarding possible extraction techniques, but for now your wait time would be, as I said, five to ten days." "I don't think we have enough morale or supplies to last us more than two days. I'm going to continue the convoy on to the Border, we have enough Military here to hold off an attack if there is one. Hopefully." "I'm extremely sorry for this, just know that Headquarters will keep an eye on you at all times. If you get into any trouble at all send us a transmission and we will do what we can." "Alright, we will contact you at first sight of Achaian territory. Over." "God Speed. Over." The Convoy pushed forward towards Achaian Peloponnese. Their fate was unknown to them, and their mere existence was unknown to the rest of the world. They were going in blind and the only ones that knew the possible danger were the military that was escorting the refugees. Mikhail played a game on his phone, while his sister sat quietly looking out of the window, admiring the colorful markings on the side of an Akashi Military Van. "We are getting close" Mikhail's father says with a grin, "I have a good feeling about this..." TO BE CONTINUED Edited by The Allied States of Zambiwa, Mar 6 2015, 09:12 PM.
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| Mastropa | Mar 7 2015, 04:49 AM Post #4 |
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[OOC: I don't know if you want this here, or in a completely different thread, or possibly in my own Border Patrol thread. Please let me know if I've put this in the wrong place. Also, when it comes to interactions between governments, it's usually best to RP those out in full, even if it's just a telephone call or an exchange of letters. I would have liked for one of my characters to explain to your government exactly how AP's government works, or rather, how its different governments work (not always together, as is the case here). I'm sorry now that I didn't give you more detail when we were discussing this in PMs, since I was expecting a diplomatic exchange between us before it came to this.] “They’re serious.” Eftychia had been lucky. Like every Lakonian child, she had been put to work in the scouting regiments at an early age, first on foot and then, when allowed to scout independently, on mountain bikes and scooters. But while her fellow young scouts had competed for their superiors’ recommendations, Eftychia chose instead to focus her efforts on her older brother, who had been assigned to Lakonia’s small air force, quite removed from her own assignments on the ground. Her brother had proven to be a skilled pilot, and through his patronage Eftychia was selected for air duties as well, almost ensuring that she would be kept well out of harm’s way for as long as Lakonia only bordered wilderness whose only population was an occasional unfortunate wanderer. So it was something altogether new to see a column of vehicles approaching Achaian territory, not even trying to sneak. From the cockpit of her attack aircraft, Eftychia stared at the unusual sight for a long moment; then the radio sparked to life on an open channel, reminding the pilot that her plane wasn’t exactly stealthy either. Eftychia broke away from her musings and switched the radio to the Lakonian secure channel. “This is Lead One,” she reported back to base. “I have the approaching Zambiwans ahead of me. Instructions? Over.” Soon enough, the base commander responded: “Lead One, we read you. Leads Two through Five are converging on your location, and the ground forces are following. Are the targets armed? Over.” Eftychia looked again. As she had noted before, there were several conspicuous military vehicles surrounding a larger number of civilians, but now that she was paying more attention to detail, Eftychia realized that the military equipment added up to a pitifully small number. “There is a military escort, Commander,” she answered. “Small vanguard ahead, various vehicles surrounding the refugee column… It’s a light escort. There can’t be more than a hundred people in uniform down there.” Eftychia took a chance and flew over the column, looking to see if it would provoke an armed response; it did not. “I see military transports and not much else, Commander. They’re armed, but they’re obviously not prepared for a serious fight. Over.” “Have they tried to contact you, Lead?” Eftychia switched radio frequencies again; sure enough, the Zambiwans were now asking about her fly-by, in between their constant requests for her to respond to their hails. Turning back to the Lakonian frequency, she said, “They are requesting assistance. Over.” “Very good.” The commander’s voice paused for a moment. “Commander Antipatros’s armored brigade will arrive at your position in seven minutes. Leads Two through Five should be arriving at any moment; as soon as they do, you are to make an attack run on the rearmost portion of the column. Herd them toward Commander Antipatros’s armor; he will take care of the rest. Additional aircraft are taking off to assist the clean-up. Out.” “Thank you, sir,” Eftychia said, briefly turning her attention from the column below to search the skies around her for additional attack craft. She noticed her fellow Lakonians almost immediately, streaking toward her as quickly as their sturdily-armored planes would allow. There were only five of them altogether; in any other situation, they would have been highly outclassed. But the ‘enemy’ below was made up of refugees and a company’s worth of fighting men, having apparently decided to flee their homeland without any clue as to the nature of their destination. It was complete folly, but the Lakonians would surely reap the benefits of this mistake. It would still be a minute before Leads Two through Five could arrange themselves into an attack formation, and in the meantime Eftychia knew that the military escort below would be getting even more nervous for every second that she refused to answer their hails. Even if they were not prepared to face enemies in the air, Eftychia decided that it still wouldn’t do for her targets to ready themselves as much as possible for any kind of fight. Surprise was a glorious thing for any military exercise, after all. Making her decision, the pilot switched her radio back to the open channel over which the Zambiwans continued to try to get her attention. “International convoy,” she began, hoping that the grand title would appeal to the egos of the soldiers below and get them to relax, “please continue on your current course. My orders are to bring you to Commander Antipatros as quickly as possible for your induction into Lakonia. Please be welcome…” The other Leads lined up behind Eftychia’s plane as she circled around to the rear of the refugee column and armed her first rocket. “We are finally prepared for your arrival,” she said, and pressed the button. Edited by Mastropa, Mar 7 2015, 04:53 AM.
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| The Allied States of Zambiwa | Mar 8 2015, 02:22 PM Post #5 |
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(OOC: Sorry for a late response, my Saturday schedule was slammed. And yes this is a good place to put it. I have contacted Zaliviya and Gilead OOC, and they are also interested in getting involved.) The RCSCD Headquarters back in Zambiwa, carefully listened in on the communications between the Escort and the Lakonians. Silence fell over the room as the foreign voice of a pilot welcomed the convoy into their home state. "Thank God", the Coordinator said to himself. "Well, I think this is going smoothly. Connect with Tiger 4." "Yessir.... Wait Sir, there seems to be a problem." "What?" "That aircraft just launched a projectile towards the convoy, it seems to be armed and dangerous." "Are we on with Tiger 4??" "Yes." "Tiger 4 What is your status?" The sound of screams can be heard through the transmission. The sound of the once hopeful citizens, being attacked by the people they had put their hopes in. Four Armored Vehicles, traveling next to each other in the back of the Escort were severely damage by the missile, the soldiers inside had been reduced to ash. Civilian cars were scrambling, heading every which way in order to escape. They still had no idea what had happened, but their instincts drove most of them forward, towards the front of the escort, towards Tiger 4. "We've been fired at! They lied, we are currently under attack by Lakonian forces. They fired at us from the back, we have no where to go but forward. We are being tailed by most of the civilian cars at a high speed towards the Lakonian Border. It does not look good for us. We are lightly armed with innocent civilians being fired at." The Coordinator back at the headquarters cover the microphone he was using to communicate with Tiger 4. "Shit. This does not look good at all. They will be slaughtered and we can't do a Goddamned thing about it!" A woman in front of an array of dials and screens takes off her headset and turns to the Coordinator. "Sir, They are going to die, but perhaps not in vain. We obviously cannot counter attack with our situation stateside. But if I may suggest, if we can get this 'cruel act against humanity' on Achaian Peloponnese's part out in international view, We can get possible international sanctions against them. Our counter attack should be one of diplomacy with other countries, maybe this could be our chance to be recognized internationally." A worker speaks up. "What so we are going to ask them to videotape themselves being killed so we can have a good news story? We can't let them die!" "They were dead the moment they left Akashi. This was never a good idea, and now we actually have one. It pains me to say this, but I think that we must contact other countries with this story. We cannot do anything else. Are there any Dual-Citizenships in the escort?" "U-hm yessir there is a family with Dual Citizenship that left with the escort. They are citizens of.... Zaliviya." "Send out a telegram to Gilead, and Zaliviya. Tell them of the situation." The Coordinator uncovers the mic. "Tiger 4, we are still with you, what is your status?" "There are more coming!" Edited by The Allied States of Zambiwa, Mar 8 2015, 03:24 PM.
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| Mastropa | Mar 8 2015, 08:58 PM Post #6 |
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Commander Antipatros, sitting atop a Lakonian tank, lowered his binoculars with a satisfied nod. Bringing a radio to his lips, he said, “They’ve come far enough. Artillery, target the vanguard; tanks will move in as soon as those vehicles are disabled.” He waited for a moment before giving the order: “Fire.” The thunder of guns filled the air, followed by the roar of explosions ahead of their position as the lead escorts were brought under withering fire. Antipatros clambered to the ground and lifted his radio again. “Tanks forward,” he ordered. “APCs, you will spread out and collect the survivors.” As the tanks began to charge off, the commander changed his radio frequency and hailed the air field. “This is Antipatros. Are the Leads reporting any problems? Over.” “Nothing untoward, Commander,” came the reply. “The civilians are scattering too widely to be hemmed in by five attack planes alone, however, especially as we have ordered the Leads to target the military vehicles first. Three more attack jets are on their way, but we have no plans to spare any more than that. Over.” “That will be fine, thank you,” answered Antipatros. “Tell the Leads to direct my APC crews to the fleeing survivors. We will induct as many as we can. Over.” “Absolutely, Commander,” the air field commander replied. “Out.” Commander Antipatros looked back out over the chaos of the ‘battlefield,’ and sighed as he saw the wreckage below. “We’re going to have to clean all of that up somehow…” he muttered to himself. He had no illusions that Vasilissa Exarcheia would be able to cover up the actions her men had taken today; in fact, he doubted that she would even want to. This was the Lakonian tribe’s standard response to foreign trouble, after all, and Antipatros had long suspected that the vasilissa was proud of the carnage her people could unleash whenever she gave the word. The commander sometimes thought this approach to be wasteful, at least in terms of fuel and ammunition, though only rarely did it result in wasted Lakonian lives. He understood the underlying idea, however, and completely agreed: The Lakonian border would be kept clear. The Lakonian tribe would defend itself against anyone approaching its territory without leave. And the Lakonian people would rightly profit from the labor of those whose actions caused them to lash out in their own defense. As he raised his binoculars to watch the distant APCs spread out to corral as many of the fleeing refugees as possible, Commander Antipatros nodded to himself, reaffirming this statement of the Lakonia tribe’s strength, and the power of its militia when brought to bear on any potential rival. It didn’t matter what the rest of the world said or wanted: This was Lakonia, and Lakonia looked after its own alone. |
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| Saros | Mar 10 2015, 03:59 PM Post #7 |
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Edited by Saros, Mar 26 2015, 10:36 PM.
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| Mastropa | Mar 10 2015, 08:32 PM Post #8 |
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| The Allied States of Zambiwa | Mar 13 2015, 09:55 PM Post #9 |
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| The Allied States of Zambiwa | Mar 16 2015, 11:16 PM Post #10 |
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The Coordinator of the RCSCD awoke from his deep sleep with his head resting on his desk. The last week had been the most stressful days of his life. He had been at his office for four days straight, trying non stop to organize solutions to the refugee crisis in Suran. Walking aimlessly towards the kitchen down the hall, he smelt the brisk bitterness of morning coffee. It was his secretary making it the way he loved, black. Just like his men. The strength of the Novopolian roast after a long slumber was just what he needed to power through the morning blues. Handing him the hot cup, his secretary let him know the status of the crisis solution, "Still no response from the Zaliviyan Government." She says softly. "I'm sure that they are getting all the facts they can before they create a foreign policy regarding this." Rubbing his forehead with his left hand the Coordinator replies, "Send the Zaliviyan family's information, the ones that died in the attack. Find the best picture you can of the kids, try and get the emotions working. Has the board agreed on the Izalith solution?" "Yes a letter has been drafted and is ready to be sent to Izalith. It's, a little personal, and only really addresses the Princess, but I think it will work." "Ok, at this point, we need all the allies we can get. The Princess is making drastic steps in the Empire's foreign policy, I'm sure she'll have interest. J-Just send the letter to my computer and I'll send it off to Izalith." Heading back to his office with the coffee in his right hand and his aching forehead in his left, he pondered if the Izalith's princess would take kindly to the Zambiwan's predicament. He couldn't rightly focus on one thing for too long, as his head hadn't properly settled from the long night. After reviewing the document, he sent it off to the Empire. ![]() (OOC: Again I'm sorry for the small font, Trying to work it out. And Let me Know if you see the Airplane reference haha.) |
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| Cielo | Mar 18 2015, 07:54 AM Post #11 |
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| Saros | Mar 26 2015, 10:55 PM Post #12 |
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| The Allied States of Zambiwa | Mar 27 2015, 01:46 AM Post #13 |
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The RCSCD headquarters was buzzing with activity, as always. The Zaliviyan response came through instantly after being sent by the Zaliviyan government, one of the marvels of globalization. As the monitor displayed the Zaliviyan response, a worker typed away furiously to contact the Coordinator. The second in command, General Abdulahi, sat in his office as the commotion unfolded in the main room. A worker popped his head into the doorway of his office, clearly out of breath, and relayed the news to him. "The complete message will be sent to your Government Account, we have scheduled a meeting to discuss our policy regarding this new information." "Good, thank you." About twenty minutes later, all of the top RCSCD members gathered in a conference room to discuss how they would play this situation. The Coordinator, who was appointed by the President to make final decisions, was absent, so this impromptu comity could only suggest policies, not enforce them. By now, the President was also aware of this interaction with Zaliviya, and was beginning a skype call with the RCSCD group in the conference room. He was to give quick instructions to the group as to what they should do next, in the Coordinator's absence. As the President became visible on the screen, General Abdulahi stood up and saluted. "At ease, General.... Now, In spite of these new developments, the Coordinator will come up with a policy regarding our new aid strategy. For now, and until he is in the position to make such a policy, my only request is that the media not get ahold of this information. Until it is decided what course of action should be taken, no one is to know of this information." The Skype call ends with that, and the RCSCD workers return to their posts. |
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| Mastropa | Mar 27 2015, 06:45 AM Post #14 |
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