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The Rebellion of Ianoa
Topic Started: Jul 5 2015, 12:23 AM (145 Views)
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July 2, 2015 --- Around 0300 hours... 3 miles North of Larashk-Ianoa border --- Border-Guard HQ --- Days after Larashk-Kenso Diplomacy
Lt. Colonel Stevlel Leornald stood by a large map taped onto the wall. He was in the conference room, with 8 Platoon commanders, 3 Artillery Commanders, and 2 Air Force commanders. The room had next to no decorations or accessories, besides the long wooden table in the middle of the room with 15 chairs, and the large map on the wall. Two more terrorist attacks had occured since the news had broken that 4 had already occured. The intensity of these attacks had increased significantly, from relativley weak bombings, to full on attacks with squads of men. The casualties had increased as well, and this was becoming more of an issue. This was the main topic of the meeting. The Lt. Colonel turned around to the commanders, and began to speak.

"Okay, you are all now here. Our most recent reports say that the Ianoa nationalists will attack again soon, with more power. We expect around 2,000 men to be taking part in the attack, with next to no assistance from the Ianoa government. We have amassed over 20,000 men, with artillery and air support, so I have complete confidence that you will be able to stop the attack. Your orders are very simple, set up semi-weak defenses on the front line, and use a feigned route to draw in the attackers. Once they break through the line, and fall back to our strongly defended second line, our bombers and artillery will begin to attack the nationalists, and force them to retreat. This will be what will break these terrorists. Any questions? None? Good, now get moving!"

The officers move out of the room, and start heading to their own platoons and brigades. The Lt. Colonel didn't have a single idea what was occuring right across the border. He looked over at the battle plans and nodded. He quietly thought to himself 'I'll probably get a promotion for this.' Leornald exited the room, and told his secretary very simply 'Going to bed'. He entered his bunk, and fell fast asleep.

Meanwhile on the other side of the border...

General Wusi Landi stood on the hill overseeing the near forest, where Ianeese men ran back and forth, grabbing weaponry and ammunition for the upcoming battle. He smiled, tipping his large green hat. In the center of his hat stood a golden star, and his unfirom was green, with red lines outlining the shoulders, and sides. Golden buttons closed the jacket. Landi turned, and headed into the dirt fortification that he was using as an HQ. He entered, and three men stood beside him. A large map was set out over a wooden table, and a dim light was sitting right above it. He nodded to the fellow officers, and looked specifically at another one, in a different uniform, but with very similar facial features.

"The attack will begin soon, and Larashk will be forced to scede their southern provinces to us. Brother, how many men has Ianoa sent to help our cause?"
"30,000 men, 200 trucks, and a few helicopters. Hopefully it will turn the tide."
"Good. So, with our 40,000 men, we will be able to easily overpower the Larashkians in a single forward attack. Our men can hide behind the tanks, and other armored vehichles. The planes can clear a way for our men. Are our men in postion?"
One of the officers began to speak. "All of our men are ready for the assault. They await your signal."
The General nodded, and moved outside, raising a flare gun up into the air, and pulling the trigger. He yelled "Freedom for Ianoa!"

Back to the Larashk side...

Private Mohammed Eleen stood on the front line, with a squad of ten men. Their commanding officer had recently told them to fall back when they were given the order. The Private did not enjoy the idea of retreating. He just felt as if with his back turned, a nationalist could just shoot him in the back. Not a good feeling. He walked along the trench, and stood by Sargeant Nicholas Tempsed, a strong built man with many years of service. He had binoculars up to his eyes, and was surveying the large field ahead of them. "No movement yet, if that is what you were going to ask." Tempsed spoke quickly, and turned to Eleen. The Private nodded, and moved back to his postion on the firing line. As he set his rifle on the sandbag infront of him, a glowing light illuminated the sky. Everyone was looking up at it, confused for the most part. Eleen turned to Tempsed, and yelled "Must be come civie firing off fireworks!" Tempsed turned, and a crack from across the field was heard. Eleen watched as Nicholas loose his entire head from a high-powered rifle shot. The Private quickly turned is head back, stunned by what he had just seen, and began to return fire.

Trucks and men began to charge forward at the frontline, running across the field for glory. The Larashkian defenders kept their hold, firing into the dark night at the hidden enemy. Eleen occasionaly looked left and right to see who was left, and each time, another man was dead, another man gone. The approaching Ianese seemed unstoppable, and had unlimited numbers. All Eleen could do was keep firing, and hope for the best. Then, he heard the long awaited order: Fall back. Within a matter of seconds he turned around, jumped out of the trench, and began to sprint back to the second defense. Bullets wizzed around him, hitting dirt piles and stone. Eleen could see that other soldiers were running infront of him, some falling, and others just disappearing. Then, out of no where, lights turned on. Huge lights had been set up on the second defensive line to blind the enemy in the dark, but also blinded any retreating Larashkian soldiers. The Private fell to his right knee, and tried to block the light. Going from dark to brighter than day has a strain on the eyes. The lights then turned off, and he could see again. It was now too dark it seemed, but then, a different light showed. A spark of some sorts. He was drawn to it, and he moved on his knees to it. Then he realized it was not a sorta light, it was the firing of the machinegun nests. A bullet then ripped into his chest, sending blood everywhere. Eleen fell back onto the ground, now just another casualty of the battle.

The Lt. Colonel got out of bed at the sound of fire, and into the war room. His secretary had given him more recent reports, putting the enemy's number around 40,000, and with support. He had no idea how they receieved this manpower, but he knew it had to be stopped. The Ianese had sent at least 20,000 in their intitial attack, and had forced a retreat from the front lines. The secondary defense had recently engaged the new enemy, but a couple Larashkian soldiers retreating had gotten caught in the crossfire. Nothing could be done now to save them. The Lt. Colonel reached for the phone nearby, and began to call down to artillery, who had until then been silent.
"Why haven't you started firing?" The Colonel spoke in an angered tone.
"We were waiting for you-"
"Well start fucking firing!"
The Lt. Colonel hung up the phone, and the sound of artillery in the distance could be heard. He raised his left hand, and examined his watch. 0600 hours. "The enemy will stop the attack soon." He thought. "Day light is coming."

Ianese Headquarters...0600 hours...
General Landi was displeased with their progress. They had broken the frontline, only to be slaughtered in the thousands at the second. Casualty reports put the losses near 10,000 already, with Larashk at nearly 3,000. This was not the plan. They were supposed to break by dawn. The General moved back to the wooden table, where the officers and his brother stood.
"Our assault is failing."
"No it is not, sir, we just need more t-"
"NO WE FUCKING DON'T!" He slammed his fist onto the table."We need to send everything we got at their lines. Every helicopter, every truck, every man damn it. This is what decides everything."
The officers nodded. "They are already on the frontline, and the helicopters are en route now. The enemy doesn't stand a chance."
"I hope you are right."
The Frontline...0700 hours...
Lieutenant Arnold Wissenki looked over the trench at the approaching enemy. The battle had been raging for hours at that point, without any gain of land. Wissenki was incharge of a platoon of around 100 men, and only 23 were in fighting ability. The rest were dead or dieing. Arnold scanned the frontline for any new movements. Recently, the enemy had slowed the assault, meaning that they were sending something bigger soon. It didn't take long.
Across the field, Wissenki watched as dozens of Ianese soldiers begin to walk towards the trenches. They held old rifles with bayonets taped onto the ends. Old pickup trucks with huge machine guns on stands came right behind them, and overtop all of it, news helicopters with riflemen out of the sides. This was going to be the final, and largest assault. Commanders looked at each other, a face of determination, knowing that they can win, knowing that they will not be defeated, and they will not break. Wissenki walked over to the radioman, and put the radio piece to his head.
"Lieutenant, this is Colonel Leornald. You, and your platoon are now ordered to assault the enemy's front line. You must take back our first defenses!"
He was baffeled. "Sir, we have no stre-"
"I don't care, do it. Even if its suicidal."
Wissenki nodded, and dropped the radio. He walked back to the trench, and motioned to his men. They understood the gesture, and prepared to run over the trench and chage. The Lieutenant began to notice that other units were doing this aswell, preparing for a huge assault. With this, Wissenki stood up over the trench and yelled, "CHARGE!"
Thousands of Larashkian soldiers charged forward at the approaching Ianese. At first, the Ianese stopped, confused at what was going on. Then, when the bullets began to wizz by them, the understood. Every advancing Ianese unit stopped, raised their rifles, and began to fire. The trucks opened up with their machine guns, throwing lead at this suprise assault. Men began to fall quickly on the Larashkian side, with casualties mounting up into the thousands.
The Lieutenant continued his sprint forward, firing his M-13 rifle from his hip towards the Ianese. He didn't know if he was hitting anything, or was even close. Then, a force slammed into him, throwing him on his ass. He reached for where he was hit, and couldn't move. Why wouldn't his arm move? Why couldn't he feel his legs? He began to scream in pain and fear, and a lucky Ianese round finished him off with a blow to the head.
The Lt. Colonel stood in the war room, examining the battle map. He has just made a terrible mistake. He thought he had contacted the platoons that stood on the flanks to begin an assault, where the enemy was rather weak. Instead, had sent his center, and now they were being massacred. Nothing could save them now. Wait! Yes, there was! He rushed for the telephone, and began to call the air force.
"This is the Colonel. I need you to send every bomber you have and start cluster bombing the everything south down for 3 miles! Not a single inch should be missed, now go!"
He hung up the phone, and smiled to himself. Maybe the battle could still be won. He walked over to the battle map. "Time to send them back to the trenches."
0900 Hours ... Ianese HQ
"Report?" General Wusi asked to his officers.
"The enemy has made a foolish charge towards our center, and had high losses, compared to our relativley low losses of 100 men. Its only a matter of time now."
"Hmm. Alright. Victory only comes to those that are patient."
Meanwhile on the frontline...
Men were runing back and forth, trying to find a spot to hide, maybe defend from. The assault had decimated their numbers, and the reserves were almost all used up. Artillery did next to nothing against the advancing Ianese, and only killed a few if it hit. When the assault had begun, nearly 10,000 men stood in these trenches. Now, only 2,000 of the original 10,000 are in fighting shape. Only 7,000 men were left that were capable of fighting, meaning 11,000 Larashkian Casualties.
Then, the sound of planes overhead gave hope to the men in no-mans land. They looked over head, cheering on the bombers as they knew they would save them. But, it was a lie. The cluster bombs began to drop, and fan out over no-mans land, and Ianese held territory. And at 1 meter from the ground, they began to explode. Sadly, 1,000 Larashkian soldiers were in the middle of no-mans land then, and not a single one would be able to get our alive. But, the Ianese took more losses right then and there, with their losses reaching a staggering 30,000. The Battle had been decided right then and there.

1800 Hours... Ianese HQ
"All hope is lo-"
A gunshot is heard.
"We need to retre-"
Another gunshot is heard.
"Brother, please give me a chance! Ple-?"
A third shot is heard.
General Wusi looks at his now dead officers, with only dishonor filling him. They had lost the battle, at the cost of thousands of men. But, the war was not lost. Not every Ianese man, women and child were dead yet, and could still fight. He had just killed his fellow officers, but now he was supreme commander of the rebellion. He exited the bunker, and hitched a ride with the retreating Ianese units.


OOC:
I am sorry if this is confusing, or if you are confused, but this is why this is here to clear things up. Larashk is being forced into a guerrilla war in one of their southern provinces, filled with Ianese citizens. Just a little war, but with this little insurgency, the Larashk military has been shown to be weak, and in much need for trained officers, and men. Any questions, please send me a private message.
"All is fair in love and war." - Miguel de Cervantes

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July 4, 2015

The Grandmaster was in his chair, holding his head in his hands. He was trying to get this through his head. His brother stood infront of his desk.

"Okay, okay. So, you are telling me, 10,000 casualties on our side, and 30,000 for the enemy. That doesn't sound good at all. We had Twenty Thousand down there, and we lost half of the army. Damn it."

He stood up, and walked to the window, looking outside.

"Brother, the Ianese nationalists suprised us. Our military was ready, but their numbers were increased by the Provincial Governor of the province of Ianoa. With this in mind, all of Ianoa has rebelled. What are your orders?"

The Grandmaster took a deep breath, taking this all in. He has two choices. Either A, try and stop a war, or B, crush this rebellion. Both seemed tempting, but choice B sounded like a better option. He rolled it through his mind. Option A would keep peace throughout the region, and would please Kenso and Zalivya. Descisions, descions.

"Move military units near the provincial border, and build defenses. No attacks, or offensive operations will occur until I say so. Do not allow anyone go from Larashk to Ianoa, and vise versa. If any major troop movements are reported on the otherside of the border, contact me immedietly."

His Brother nodded, and exited the room. The Grandmaster walked up to his telephone, and put the receiver to his ear. "Please connect me up to the Provincial Government in Ianoa."

A few minutes passed, with no answer, then a man answered the phone.

"This is General Wusi, Emperor of Ianoa. I have noticed that you are the Grandmaster of Larashk. Why are you calling me?"

The Grandmaster held himself back, wanting nothing more than to destroy this rebel scum. But, he remained calm, and responded.

"Several Ianese nationalists have been reported attacking our border, and were easily defeated. You, and your rebellious nation, must surrender and return back into the Empire. We will not harm your state at all, and are currently willing to create new legislation helping the Ianese, and increase funding for infrastructure in your region. Just surrender now."

The Grandmaster had set out what he wanted, but he knew this rebel would want more. Its always more with a rebel.

"So, you want peace, eh? You claim peace, but all you claim is more pain, more war, more humiliation. If you want peace, then prepare your nation for rivers of blood. Goodbye."

The General slammed the phone down, and smiled. He believed he was being patriotic, but in all reality he was being foolish.

The Grandmaster set the phone down, angered. He had asked for peace, and was putting a lot on the table for Ianoa. "Foolish Rebels."
"All is fair in love and war." - Miguel de Cervantes

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The Grandmaster stood in the Military Room, where his Generals surrounded a table with a large map on it. His Brother held a stick, and began to point on the table.

"Since the rebels have attacked, they have tried small assaults throughout our defenses, with none getting very far. Casualties are mounting on their side, but not enough to turn the tide. So, with victory in mind, I am suggesting an offensive."

He looked up to his Brother, the Grandmaster, and waited to see if he would deny anything else. Instead, he nodded, and the Field Marshal pushed on.

"The offensive would last up to two weeks if successful, and would damage most of the Ianese infrastructure, manpower, and supplies. The goal is to force the rebels into the major cities along the coast, and lay siege. If this offensive works, the war will be over in two months time."

"What does the offensive consist of?" Asked the Grandmaster.

"For two days straight, artillery will be hitting any instalation from mile marker 1 through 30. The air force will be bombing larger installations in the south, and will hamper the rebels ability to send reinforcements. After the two days past, our troops, 200,000 in all, will push south methodically. If any citizen is found, they will be sent to the refugee camps towards our rear. We expect the enemy to be able to counter-attack with what they have left around mile marker 100 to 120. This will be around day seven after our troops begin to push south. There, our artillery and air support will finish off their troops, and then the sieges on the cities can begin."

The Grandmaster nodded. "How long until you can start?"

"Operation Arnold will begin tomorrow morning, sir."

"Good, dismissed."
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The Field Marshal looked out with his binoculars. The land ahead of him had been destroyed a ripped apart by the artillery, which had been firing now for three days. So far, the operation had been a success, with three miles already being taken without a single casualty. This was all fine and dandy, but it always made the Field Marshal feel better when there was a battle being fought, and the enemy was losing. Just something to break the stress and go into combat mode. He pulled the binoculars down, and looked over to a fellow officer.

"Alright. I can see that our men have been outfitted with the new weaponry. Better than what we had, pfft." His fellow officer nodded.

The Field Marshal moved into the temporary headquarters to see what was going on. Inside, there in the center was a laid out map. Officers and radio-men were scrambling around, preparing for the battle to begin. The Field Marshal moved to the officer in charge.

"Any incidents yet?"

"Three so far, but only a few Ianese were involved. Probably the few that escaped the bombardment. No casualties yet, and we don't expect any until they counterattack. And even then, it will be difficult to strike."

"Alright, sounds good."

The Field Marshall exited the room, and moved to his bunk. He then, went to sleep.
"All is fair in love and war." - Miguel de Cervantes

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The push south into Ianoa had so far been silent. No rebels, no civilians, and no signs of any humans. Except the Larashkian Army, of course. In 13 days, all of Ianoa had been invaded, except the 7 cities on the coast. They were currently under siege, but not many rebels had been sighted. This invasion of Ianoa looked to be the end of the war. With this in huge belief, the Grandmaster had gone south onto the front line, and had set up a press conference.

Television Cameras pointed at the Grandmaster as he walked up the stairs to the stand. He waved calmly, and a applause was heard. He reached the stand, and shuffled some papers. The crowd went silence with anticipation.

"My fellow Larashkians. The war that began nearly a month ago, and has claimed the lives of over 20,000. The war that has split us North and South, is coming to an end. The Ianese rebels have all been destroyed, and in a few days, the last cities will return back into control. "

The crowd applaused, and then were silenced as the Grandmaster began to speak again.

"With the rebels destroyed, Ianoa will be rebuilt, and will no longer be a third world country inside of a first world country. Huge Industial and Economic programs will begin once the rebels have been finished off, and will expand industrial output, and create a strong human resources sector. Overrall, when these programs finish 10 years from now, over Two Million Jobs will be created."

Another Applause.

"Any rebel or rebel contributor will be arrested, and will be charged with an offence of treason. They will be the laborers of these programs, alongside paid workers. The high command of the rebels, on the other hand, will be executed, as they are a threat to society. "

People stood up, and began to applaud. They were so happy that the war was coming to an end, and that the rebels would be dealt with peacefully.

The Grandmaster waved, and stepped off the stage.
"All is fair in love and war." - Miguel de Cervantes

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