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[OOC: Developed from the OOC Interest Thread. No (other) OOC comments in this thread, please.]
The conditions inside the Armoured Personnel Carrier were cramped, but the conditions outside were even more cramped. The landing craft the APCs were riding in were designed specifically for carrying a pair of T-7 Gilgamesh Main Battle Tanks with hyped-up members of Starblaydia's Armoured Cavalry Divisions. They were not designed for an interesting game of 'stuff the APCs wherever they'll go' which depended as much on the skill and spatial awareness of the driver as anything else.
"Why do I feel like we're ready for the set of 'Saving Private Ryan'?" Officer Katarina Di Lorenzi was almost engulfed by her helmet, it looked far too big for her.
"Better than the set of 'Shaving Ryan's Privates'." Officer Nate West's comment provoked a muted chuckle as the APC rolled with the light waves rocking the landing craft, which had all the dimensions and agility of a large, lead brick.
"Depends on your point of view," Kat replied with a wink.
"Eww."
Soon the order came. "Light em up". Had the landing been at night, rather than at approximately 06:00 hours on a Tuesday morning, it would have been the cue for each member of the Police Force to switch on the two lights on their riot gear's shoulder straps. One red, one blue. As it was, the order was only the cue for the APCs to turn their own red and blue rotating lights on.
As the Craft hit the docks, the beaches and ports of Aquiliana's coastal towns and cities. the doors opened, ramps were slid down and black and white APCs emereged with 'POLICE' in large yellow letters down the side and flashing red and blue lights on the top.
The Starblaydi Police Action in Aquiliana had begun. |
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Joe Cugini had heard about the Starblaydi APCs over a radio he had at one of the few remaining Air Bases that hadn't been badly damaged by rioters or looters. He had been drinking all night as he struggled to look at the clock on the wall. 6:02 in the morning and he looked like he was drenched from sleep. Looking out the window he saw his red and blue plane sitting perfectly on the runway, one of the few vehicles not to be damaged or stolen by looters. The radio was breaking up in the background.
"Star...dia ...olice for... oastal cities and tow... aving us..."
And it just went blank.
Joe poured some brandy into a large mug despite the time and his physical state. Watching a little band of people with flashlights and what looked like minimal firearms. Grabbing an old rifle he had found when he reached the base, he walked outside beside his plane to see what the group would do next. The band of people stopped when they realized Joe was armed and heading for his plane. Not knowing what would happen next, Joe mounted his plane, put a cigar in his mouth and lit up- this was going to be awkward with police coming and looters waiting. |
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The room was poorly lighted, with a set of stairs on one end and a rusty metal door directly opposite of them. A couple of figures, dressed in tattered shirts of various colors, jeans, and posessing AK-47's slung over their shoulders, huddled around a burning trash-can, for warmth and for light. The numbered about five in all, three men and two women. "This isn't good, those Starblaydi dogs are just waiting for the right time to strike. Everyone knows that so called "enlightened despot" Starblayde has had his eyes on Aquiliana since long before the collapse of the government." spoke a man wearing a green shirt that was missing it's right sleeve. One of the women, possesing matted blonde hair and black shirt with short sleeves, rolled her eyes at him. "Oh come on Julius, shouldn't we be more concerned about the roving bandits and warlords out there? I think the Starblaydi are the least of our worries right now. How the hell are we going to restore any semblance of order, with the collapse of basically all services inside the borders." Julius glared at the woman, then turned his attention back to the fire in front of him. He didn't have the time to get into another long, drawn out, argument with her right now.
Soon there came the sound of a knocking up the stairwell, snapping Julius's attention from the fire and causing him to unshoulder his weapon and hold it at ready as he walked up the stairs. His steps up the concrete stairs echoed loudly, then stopped. Some mumbling could be heard, then the creaking of a door and a loud clang as it shut again. Moments later, Julius appeared with a man dressed in army fatigues and carrying only a small sidearm in a holster. Ignoring the four others he had just previously been conversing with, Julius gave a short rap on the metal door opposite the stair well, the man who had just entered standing just left of him as he did. "Who is it?" came a voice from inside the door. "We've got a scout from one of our outposts on the coast that's here to see you sir." replied Julius. Some noise could be heard on the other side, then the scratching of metal on metal as the lock to the door was undone and it slowly oppened, revealing the visage of Marcus Bellus.
While a tall man, Marcus was slumped over and wore a beleagured look on his face. The past several weeks had been hell on him and his people. They where trying desperately to restore order to their beloved Aquiliana, yet where seemingly countered at every step by something. Whether it was warlords, gang members, or just plain old nasty looters, it seemed impossible for them to get a proper footing to equip themselves and counter the threats they where facing.
Looking first at Julius, then to the recently arrived soldier, Marcus let out a long sigh. "What is it soldier?" The man stode at attention as he adressed Marcus, a look of intense worry on his face. "It's the Starblaydi Police sir, they've begun deployment all across the Aquilianan coast." the man said. Marcus's demeanor went from one of near exhaustion, to intense worry. Moving his gaze to the other four still standing at the burning trash-can, Marcus said "Pack everything up, we're moving out. If the Starblaydi Police are arriving, bigger and badder things can't be far behind. Get the leaders of the other militia groups on the line and let them know I want to hold a meeting. This poses a serious threat to us all, worse than some tin-pot warlord." With that he disappeared back into his room, the sounds of clothes and various other pieces of equipment being shoved in bags emanating from their. Julius, a smirk on his face, turned to the woman he had been conversing with earlier, with the look of 'I told you so.' written all over his face.
It toke almost an hour to fully pack up their small base, but after that they piled into a beat-up white van and sped down a road in run-down part of a Aquilianan city several miles out from the capital. |
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"It's about time you showed up."
"I was delayed."
The two figures, businessmen at first glance, circled each other, inspecting one another for weapons before the recent arrival spoke and the other took his seat.
"Is everything in order?"
"Of course. The shipments have arrived from my contacts in Russia. Do you have the money?"
"Why else would I come?"
"You Arabs. I like you people. Let's get down to it then. 1,200 AK-47s; 600 RPKs;750 AK-74s; 300 SVDs; 600 RPG-7s; 1,200 TBG-7V rounds; 1,200 PG-7VR rounds; and 200 pounds of C4 with enough detonators and blasting caps to last you for ages. All of it's ready to go."
The man pointed to the large crates in the warehouse and then took a seat at the table he had been waiting at.
Taking the briefcase from his side, the Arab set it on the table in front of him. He flipped up the latches and opened it, pulling out a suppressed MP7. Bullets sprayed forth from the gun, ripping and piercing the flesh of the dealer. His body shook in the chair, blood gushing from the wounds, before the chair finally fell backwards, dead man and all.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
Easily discarding his gun, the Arab let out a whistle and the lights of several tractor-trailers turned on. Other Arabic men jumped out of the back of the trucks and began hauling the crates in the warehouse into them. An elegantly dressed man approached the killer.
"Excellent work. The beginning of an end to Starblaydian Imperialism, and the Imperialism of the SAAS is upon us at last. You did excellent work here Amahd, as-salaam alaykum.
"Wa alaykum as-salaam. And let us hope our efforts will not be in vain. Allahu akbar."
"Allahu akbar."
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Craig Thomas was listening to shortwave radio transmissions from Vilita when a stray cat jumped on the radio, and somehow knocked it off of the table. Craig grumbled, and picked the radio back up, his hand changing the station as he put it back on the table. He listened to an advertisement for Turorian webcam sluts for a second before turning the radio off and looking outside.
He saw a lot of his fellow Aquilianans running the other way, and wondered what was going on. Stopping some random fellow on the street, Craig demanded to know what was going on.
The man looked at Craig fearfully until Craig shook him and repeated his demand. The man finally began speaking, and said: "One of my cousins on the western shores told me that he saw Starblaydi police APCs landing. Don't you see that we've got to resist them!?!?!??!!?"
Craig let the man go, and thought about what that would mean. Anyone with half a brain knew that the Starblaydi Lord-Protector had been casting covetous eyes on this country for quite a long time. Now that Craig knew that there was likely going to be resistance to the Starblaydi takeover, an idea began to come to him. Why not play both sides and provide information to the highest bidder on the other side? That would be good for something, wouldn't it? Besides, he could well get rich off of it.
'Yes, that is what I will do' he thought. |
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South Coast, Ungoverned Territories (Area 15)
Two men stand at the top of a cliff, looking out to sea. Below and to their left a scattering of buildings and a jetty are the only signs of life for miles around.
“I’ve got to hand it to you Victor”, the first man said, turning to his companion. “You’ve managed to find the most desolate place on earth.”
Victor Skacel smiled. “What were you expecting exactly?”
“Warm running water would have been nice.”
“In a few days you’ll be back home with a large amount of money to amuse yourself with so stop complaining.”
“You’re forgetting that the boat won’t start.”
“A minor glitch”, he gestured down to the jetty. “Luca will have it fixed in no time.”
“Oh good. Frankly I can’t wait to run the Starblaydi naval blockade dressed as a fisherman.”
“They say sarcasm is the lowest form of humour.”
“I could just make fish jokes if you’d prefer?”
“I wouldn’t. Look”, he pointed down to the jetty. Luca was waving at them. “Look’s like the boat’s ready. Come on, let’s get everything loaded.”
The boat had been “borrowed” from a Hypocrian fishing company in the same way the crates of AK-47s now being loaded into it had been “borrowed” from Cronos Armaments Corporation. In the centre of the main deck was a large square storage bay. Normally, after a 12 hour voyage in the Secocia Sea, the vessel would return to port with that bay filled with the days catch. But today was not a normal day. The Aquilianans, hired by Victor to add a bit of authenticity to the whole mission, had finished loading the weapons into the bottom of the storage bay and were now installing wooden boards over the top to create a false bottom for it, with the weapons hidden underneath. From out of one of the nearby buildings Luca and the two other Aquilianans who completed the crew brought out a number of containers filled with fish. One after the other they emptied each container into the bay until it was full. Hiding the weapons under the false bottom and a large pile of seafood.
“Convincing?” Victor asked his companion.
“I may never eat sushi again. This is never going to work you know?”
“And why not?”
“We do not sound like Aquilianan fishermen.”
“No, but they do.”
“So you’re putting our well being in the hands of Luca and his thugs?”
“He fixed the engine didn’t he? Look it’s going to be fine. Trust me.”
This post has been edited by Hypocria on Oct 16 2005, 12:10 PM |
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Seeing that his nation was collapsing, Craig thought that it would be a good idea if he had some kind of weapon. Watching what looked like a street gangster walk down the street with an AK-47, he now had a chance to get that weapon he wanted. He followed the gangster down the street, until he came within five feet of the man. A very hard blow to the side of the gangster's head later, and Craig was able to take the gun from the stunned gangster. Charging the AK, Craig shot the gangster so that he wouldn't try to track him down and attack him. Satisfied, Craig left the area, now intent on getting more ammunition for his gun. Fortunately, he knew of a gun store nearby that hopefully hadn't been fully looted yet. |
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