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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Thu Sep 26, 2019 3:56 pm

5:05 pm, Port Rhynach, Reunii, Eljang and Reunii

A man lifted the street level windows and slid in, followed by two others. Ten minutes before, the men had been in their own hotel suites at the Royal, their base of operations, where each man had dressed in nondescript street clothing. Each man carried an unmarked duffel bag; two handled their bags with respect whilst the other, who whore shades, took no care. He walked to where the homeless had collected broken chairs and torn clothing, placed his bag on an old, wooden school desk, and drew open the zipper. Pulling a pair of boots from within, Sunglasses handed them to one of the men; a second pair went to the next man, and Sunglasses kept the third. Working quickly, the men removed their own boots, hid them among a pile of old shoes, and slipped on the new pair. Reaching back into the bag, Sunglasses removed a bottle of spring water before stowing the duffel bag in a dark corner of the room. The bag wasn't empty, but right now they didn't need what was inside.

Soon enough, Sunglasses thought. If all went well, very soon. Holding the water in his gloved hand, Sunglasses returned to the window, raised it, and looked out. The alley was clear. He nodded to his companions. Squeezing through the window, Sunglasses turned and helped the others out with their bags. When they were back in the alley, he opened the plastic bottle and the men drank most of the water; with nearly a quarter of a bottle still remaining, he dropped the container and stepped on it, splashing water everywhere. Then, with the two bags in hand, the men crossed the dirty alley, making sure they walked through the water as they headed toward Nonchon. Some minutes prior to the festival's commencing, Hwang and Kwok—Left-Hand and Right-Hand as they had been known to their friends in the Government Information Services—were making the final test of the camera system. Tall and slender, Left Hand stood at the podium, his pink jacket a stark contrast against the stately edifice behind him. Some yards away, the tall and large Right Hand, stood behind the grandstand, hunched over and squinting at the monitor and wiping the lens of his glasses before the world went black and Right Hand slumped over his monitor.

Sunglasses shoved the big man to the floor of the camera van and stuffed the expandable baton into his pocket. Whilst he began to unscrew the top of the monitor console, one man opened the duffel bags while the other stood inside the door, a baton in hand should Left Hand come to the van. Working quickly, Sunglasses lifted the metal face-plate, leaned it against the wall, and examined the wires. When he found the one he was looking for, he looked at his watch. They had seven minutes. "Hurry," he snarled. The other man nodded as he carefully removed the brick of plastic explosive from each duffel bag. He pressed them to the underside of the console, well out of sight; when he was finished, Sunglasses removed two wires from the duffel bags and handed them over. The man inserted the end of a wire into each brick, then handed the other ends to Sunglasses. Sunglasses looked out the small one-way window at the podium. The politicians had started to move in. The traitors and patriots both were chatting amiably among themselves; no one would notice that anything was amiss. Punching off the three switches that controlled the camera, Sunglasses quickly knotted the end of the plastique wires to the wires of the sound system. When he was finished, Sunglasses replaced the metal plate. His two men each grabbed an empty duffel bag and, as quietly as they had entered, the three men departed.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Thu Oct 24, 2019 10:36 pm

05:51, Kangchon, Province of Eljang, Republic of Eljang and Reunii.

They had moved out at dawn for a carefully planned house assault after being informed by the ‘blue goo’, the Police Security Directorate, that a couple of SLA men were being hidden in the estate and preparing to snipe at a Kazulian Army foot patrol. As Arne Kolden sat between his mates in the cramped rear of the armoured ‘pig’ taking them along the road, secure in his assault waistcoat, checking his sub-machine pistol and adjusting his gas mask, he glanced out the back and was reminded again of just how much he detested being in Eljang and Reunii. This wasn’t a real war with an enemy to respect, but rather, a dirty game of hide and seek, a demeaning police action, a bloody skirmish against faceless killers, mean faced adolescents, hate-filled children and contemptuous housewives. Kolden loathed it. He was filled with this loathing as the pig took him through the mean streets of Eljang in dawn’s grey light – past terraced houses with doors and windows bricked up, pubs barricaded with concrete blocks, even off-licences and other shops protected by coils of barbed wire – but he managed to swallow his bile when the pig neared the estate and Sergeant Larsson, Kolden's best friend, started counting off the distance to the leap: ‘Two hundred metres… one hundred… fifty metres… Go! Go! Go!’ The armoured vehicle screeched to a halt, its rear doors burst open, and the men leapt out one by one, carrying their weapons in the ‘Eljang cradle’, then raced across the debris-strewn lawns in front of the bleak rows of flats, still wreathed in the early-morning mist.

Such actions were so fast, they were over before you knew it. Kolden raced ahead with Larsson, across the grass, into the block and along the litter-strewn walkway as someone shouted a warning – a child’s voice, loud and high-pitched –and a door slammed shut just above. Up a spiral of steps, along a covered balcony, boots clattering on the concrete, making a hell of a racket, then Larsson was at the door in front of Kolden, taking aim with the pump-action shotgun. The noise was ear-splitting, echoing under the walkway’s low roof, as the wood around the Yale lock exploded and the door was kicked open. Larsson dropped to his knees, lowering the shotgun, taking aim with his 9 mm pistol as Kolden rushed into the room, his machine pistol at the ready, bawling for the bastards to surrender even as he hurled in a stun grenade. The grenade exploded, cracking the walls and ceiling, but when its flash had faded away an empty room was revealed. Cursing, Kolden and the others explored the whole flat, tearing down the curtains, kicking over tables and chairs,ensuring that no one was hiding anywhere, then covering each other as they backed out again, swearing in frustration. ‘Let’s try the flats next door!’ ‘Ostby’ Selander bawled, his voice distorted eerily by the gas mask. ‘The fuckers on either side!’ But before they could do so other doors opened and housewives stepped out,still wearing their nightdresses, curlers in their hair, swearing just like the HSK men. The noise was deafening, growing louder every second, as more women emerged to do the same, followed by children. Their shrieked obscenities added dramatically to the bedlam until, as Kolden knew would eventually happen, the first bottle was thrown. ‘Whores!’ Ostby exclaimed when the bottle shattered near his feet. ‘And mind those little cunts with ’em!’

A ragged, gaunt-faced adolescent had followed them up the stairs and now emerged from the stairwell with his pistol aimed right at Larsson. He fired three times, in rapid succession, and Larsson was thrown back, bouncing against the concrete wall, as the kid disappeared again. Larsson dropped both his weapons and quivered epileptically, blood bursting from his gas mask, and was falling as Kolden raced to the stairs, bawling, ‘Pick him up and let’s go!" He chased after the assassin, bottles bursting around him, the drumming bin lids and shrieked obscenities resounding insanely in his head as he plunged into the dangerous darkness of the stairwell without thinking. There was a flash, and the rest of his sentence was drowned out by a massive blast.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Sat Oct 26, 2019 3:26 pm

06:30, Kangchon, Province of Eljang, Republic of Eljang and Reunii.

Kolden had been knocked down some three feet from where he'd been standing, but he'd landed on someone who had cushioned his fall. His benefactor, Ostby was struggling to get up and Kolden rolled off, taking care not to land on Selander beside him. "I‘m sorry," he said, bending close to the woman. "Are you all right?" The woman didn't look up, and only when he asked again did Kolden become aware of the loud ringing in his ears. He touched a ringer to his ears; there was no blood, but he knew it would be a while before he heard anything clearly. He sat there for a moment, collecting his wits. His first thought was that the grandstand had collapsed, but that clearly wasn't the case. Then he remembered the crashing roar followed an instant later by the hit in his chest, a rolling impact that knocked him down and out. His head cleared quickly. A bomb. There must have been a bomb. His head snapped to the right, toward the boulevard. Rising unsteadily, Kolden waited a moment to make sure he wasn't going to pass out, then hurriedly picked his way down stairs to the street with Selander and Ostby. Dust from the explosion hung in the air like a thick fog, and it was impossible to see more than two feet in any direction. As he passed people in the hallways and then in the street, some were sitting in a state of shock, while others were coughing, moaning, and waving their hands in front of their faces to clear the air, many trying to get up or down or out from under debris. "Where's Larsson!?" Kolden screamed, watching officers pull themselves out of the debris. Bloody bodies lay here and there, riddled with shrapnel from the blast. Kolden hurt for them, but he couldn't stop. Not until he could find Larsson. The muffled sound of sirens tore through the ringing in his ears, and Kolden paused as he searched for their flashing red lights: that would be where the boulevard was. Spotting them, he half walked, half stumbled through the powdery mist, sometimes stepping suddenly and awkwardly around victims or large pieces of twisted metal. As he neared the street he could hear muffled shouts, see hazy figures in white medical coats or blue police uniforms moving this way and that.

Kolden stopped cold as he nearly walked into the wheel rim of a truck. The massive metal disk was turning slowly, shards of rubber hanging from it like dark seaweed from a galleon. Looking down, Kolden realised that he was already on the boulevard. He stepped back and looked to the right— No. The other way. She‘d been coming from the direction where Larsson had been. Kolden tensed as someone grabbed his arm. He looked to his right and saw a young woman in white. "Sir, are you all right?" He squinted and pointed to his ear. "I said, are you all right?" He nodded. "Take care of the others," he yelled. "I‘m trying to get to the man they brought out before this." The woman looked at him strangely. "Are you sure you're all right, sir?" He nodded again as he gently removed her fingers from his arm. "Larsson!?" He howled. As she turned to help someone leaning against a mailbox, Kolden stepped back several steps and looked up. The words had hit him like a second blast and he struggled to draw breath into his tight chest. He could see now that half of the building had been brought down with the explosion. "Captain." He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fist as Ostby approached him with gas mask. The glass covering the eyes had been shattered from the explosion. Kolden, hoping that it wasn't Larsson's turned it over to be greeted with the name tag: "C.LARSSON, SGT". He left a sigh and walked off as he swung his assault rifle around his neck. "Fuck me..." Selander sighed, holding his head between his arms.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Mon Nov 11, 2019 1:30 pm

07:02, Kangchon, Province of Eljang, Republic of Eljang and Reunii.

The Kazulian Intelligence Service's Covert Action Bureau consists of less than 300 operators, pilots and other specialist personnel, deployed in 6 man or fewer teams with more often not a solo Covert Action officer conducting covert operations alongside the assistance of a handler from either the KIS or the DISO usually positioned out of harms way. These men and women were extensively trained in sabotage, counter-terrorism, hostage rescue, kidnapping and search and rescue. It had owed its very existence to the Office of Strategic Research (OSR), a special government committee with direct access to both the Prime Minister and the his cabinet. For the most part, the OSR operated independently of military control. Consequently when the OSR had been disbanded, the KIS was created under the General Intelligence Act. Missions that could not be associated with the Kingdom of Kazulia went directly to the paramilitary group of the KIS, the Covert Action Bureau; the direct descendent of the OSR. Chief of CAB, Zakarias Heidenstam, a steel jawed former Marine Special Commando with more than 20 years in the Armed Forces, joined the video conference with Deputy Director Westermarck. The two men starred up at Kolden from his table computer as he sat in the body of an ambulance next to the destroyed apartment complex. "Director Heiskanen is en-route to Bekenial and can't join us but she sends her grace," Westermarck explained. "It's okay sir, glad you could join us." Heidenstam volunteered. Westermarck wished Kolden a warn good morning. "With all due respect, there is nothing good about it."

"We understand how you feel, Larsson was a good man." Kolden grimaced and bit his tongue. "What do we know so far?" "CCTV imagery shows them lacing the house with explosives day prior to your arrival. Preliminary intelligence dropped the ball," Kolden shook his head in disgust. "Do you think they could have known that we were coming?" "It is unlikely but not impossible," said Heidenstam. Heidenstam leaned in, "At this point we'd like to get you and your team out." Kolden inhaled and answered, "I know you're thinking it let this whole thing fail, a lapse in security but it was clean. I checked everything, i mean everything. Now..." an icy pause, "Just let me finish this." He wanted to tell them that he wanted to do it for Larsson and that he needed to do it for himself, but the word's wouldn't come out. "We need you back home." "Home?" Heiskanen broke in, "There is a situation in Dalibor that's developing, the Government's been deposed in a coup launched by the military with the backing of some criminal organisations." He continued, "We have photographed several officers of General Xiang's army with a man e have identified as Gao Hong, a known high-ranking assassin in the Tall Trees Triad, with them were three unidentified men, possibly Southern Liberation Army. The military can be dealt with when the Indralans enter the fray through WC Peacekeeping, but the criminal organisations remains an existential threat." Heiskanen concluded. "Corrupt Dalibor Army officers meeting with a known gang affiliate and a terrorist organisation. What an absolute clusterfuck." Kolden said. "You know these people, you have the expertise we need. We want you to supervise a new joint task force we're putting together." Kolden's brow arched in confusion." Kolden sighed. "You want me to lead a task force after what just happened?" Westermarck leaned toward the camera, "We need to know the extent to which the Dalibor syndicates are in bed with these SLA and Dalibor Army contacts." "You'll still be working on the same case, just from another angle."

Westermarck leaned back into his chair. "Your task will be to determine whether this relationship between the syndicates and the SLA is just to expand the Crystal Meth market or whether it's meant to foster something more sinister. Like the SLA recruiting in Dalibor to develop a new base of operations against our infrastructure in that part of the region and easier access into Indrala." "You said joint task force? What other agencies are in play?" Westermarck grinned, "The whole alphabet; Defence Intelligence, Police Security, the Lourennais and some small time assistance from other agencies." Kolden shuttered as he considered the enormous nature of their request. "Sirs, i appreciate the offer..." "It isn't an offer," Westermarck pointed out. "I see...Look just give me some days to follow up on Larsson's killers and see if i can get anything actionable. That's all i'm asking." "We already have another team enroute," said Westermarck. "That's fine, but let me take one more crack at this." Westermarck winced. "Listen, we all failed here. Not just you." "They killed Larsson, we was a good man, we owe him and his family this much. I cannot walk away from this." Westermarck considered then raised his brows,"Two days."
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Mon Nov 11, 2019 10:32 pm

19:03, The Blue Mansion, Shijia Valley, Dalibor.

More than 100 guests had gathered at the ocean front estate and gated community at the Three Gates Resort. At over some 10,000 square feet, including master suits, children's bunk rooms and a detached villa, the home had easily become the most famous residence in the community. From the massive hand carved front doors to the stone marble work that made the lobby look more like a Lourennais chateau than an private estate. The Blue Mansion as it was known from its blue roofing was tucked neatly within the Shijia Valley, far away from the chaos engulfing the urban centres. The Blue Mansion was a spectacle like no other. Unsurprisingly Jian's girlfriend Maria Delise gasped as he led her pass the great stone columns supporting archways of granite and towards the infinity pool and stone deck beyond. "Everyone has secrets," she said, pausing to lean on one of the columns. "But this...this is just a little overwhelming." She then glanced down at the tiled flooring with intricate designs mirroring that of ancient Indralan paintings that once took the architects months to assemble, piece by piece. Jian would tell her about this later once he had given her the full tour, for now they needed to get to their seats before his father began his presentation. However he could not resist stealing one last moment to marvel over her shoulder length brunette, curly hair. A 28 year old with a raging Libido, one could only imagine what they will do later. He grabbed her by the wrist, "Let's go, my father would kill me if we were late." She nearly tripped and fell as they rushed forward. As they passed more of the marble columns she learned more of not only Jian and the house but of his father, Lee Delan. "I'm a little nervous." she said as they reached the end of the long hall and were about to step outside onto the pool deck. Thomas was standing there, as he always did. A 6 foot statue in a dark suit with an earpiece and dark glasses. Jian turned and said,"Maria, this is Thomas Demusarson. He is the security chief for my father. But he still sucks at tactical shooters." "That's because you're a cheater," said Thomas with a slight grin.

"I know you do hacks on those games." "You just need to learn to shoot." Thomas shook his head then removed his sunglasses revealing that he had but one light-blue eye. The other was stitched closed. She flinched but accepted his hand. "Very nice to meet you," he said in a thick Skjöld accent. "You too." "I didn't want to be rude to such a pretty lady." He said replacing his sunglasses. "But sometimes it is better that i keep this on yes?" "It's okay," she said. "Thank you." They shifted away and began filtering through the rows of people and dinner tables that encompassed them. "Don't let him kid you. He sees more with that one eye than most people see with two." "How did he lose it?" "When he was a teenage, a sad story but maybe i'll you that later. But tonight we drink wine and have fun." Poolside bars with bartenders manning each kept the wine and champagne flowing and a banner had been erected on two of the bars. The banner read, "Welcome to the Lee Delan Society for Peace Fundraiser." This was a one thousand dollar per plate dinner. And it was Jiang's father's biannual way of coaxing his rich friends into parting some of their money for a greater cause. The work that had been accomplished by his father's foundation was remarkable. The government of Dalibor could do much to improve the lives of its own citizens, as Lee Delan already had done and would continue to do now with a greater passion. "Jiang? Jiang!?" came a familiar voice from behind him. A tightly bunched crowd of guests parted to allow through, Yao and Zhong He, Jiang's aunt and uncle. Both in their late forties, well groomed and dressed. Looking as though they were ready for a red carpet appearance than a fundraiser. Yao was his father's only sibling following the death of their brother. "Look at you," said his aunt tugging at the sleeve of his grey suit. "Do you like it? My father and I found a new designer in Tian'an who flew over here to meet us." Jian would never tell Maria that the suit costs him some 10,000 dollars. In fact he was sometimes embarrassed over his family's wealth and dismissed it when he could.

Maria's father was a successful businessman from Eroncourt who owned an insurance company, selling home insurance to the poor and middle class of Southern Dovani. However her family could never compete with the kind of wealth that Jian's father had amassed. Lee Delan wasn't just one of the richest men in Dalibor and Indrala, he was one of the richest men in the eastern hemisphere which made his life as his son as complicated and surreal. "So this is the famous Maria," asked his aunt. "Yes," Jian said beaming with pride. "Maria this is my aunt Yao and my uncle Mr Zhong He, founder and owner of the Orange Lion Casino and Hotel." Maria was a perfect lady and greeted them in a tone of near Lourennais royal formality. He had discovered that she had attended the Edmond De la Croix Academy, one of the most prestige universities in all of Dovani and he quickly learned that there was indeed a brain behind all of that beauty. "Don't judge me, my father insisted that i achieved the greatest education money could buy." After she graduated she spent travelling to Skalm, Bekenial and Haldor, cities she had never visited before. She was obsessed with fashion and the movie industry. Her degree was in business management and she thought she'd like to work in Skalm for a studio or maybe for a famous designer. Sadly, her father would have none of that. He had given her a year to find herself, but the coming months she would go to work for her father's company. Jian, of course had much bigger plans for her. "So you're finally back from Wiel. How long were you there?" He grinned at Maria. "About a month," "Your father told me it was a graduation gift," his aunt said as her eyes widened. "It was," Jian said proudly. He turned to his uncle, "How are things in the city?" Zhong wiped his hand across his forehead then nodded, "Things are intensifying, it's a full blown civil war there, much of my regulars are not coming back." Yao waved her hand,"But we are not talk about that now. Not on a night like this."

Zhong shifted away from his wife and nephew and went up to the podium set up at the head of the function. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you could get seated, we can begin in a moment. For those of you who do not know me, I am Zhong He, founder and owner of the Orange Lion Casino and Hotel. I'd like to introduce my brother-in-law, a man who needs no introduction. So without further ado, i give you Lee Delan." Zhong looked towards one of the bars and from behind it the man appeared, wearing a suit that matched Jian's saved by his tie, which was a powerful green with gold stitching along the edges. He wore his fleshly cut hair, combed closely to his head. For the first time Jian noticed the grey hair sprouting from his temple. For the next fifteen minutes they sat, listened and watched the guided tour of the work the foundation had done to alleviate pressure on the rural areas and advocate for a peaceful and immediate end to the conflict being waged in the urban centres. As he left the podium, Lee was joined was joined by Audrey, a stunning blond who had been standing by at the bar with him. He had met her a while back on a business trip to Hutori and it was clear to all why he was attracted to her. She had green eyes and her father was a Supreme Court Judge who had been nominated by the Prime Minister and she was an attorney herself who didn't look a day over thirty. Jian knew his father could not live with a woman with whom he could not have an intelligent conversation with. She spoke Luthorian, Rodshyan, Indralan and some Mashacara and she was a student of global affairs and most surprisingly she had outlasted most of his father's other female friends as they had been dating for more than a year. Audrey glided over to her chair which was drawn from the table by Lee and she took her seat and grinned at everyone. "Well i see the globe trotters are finally back from Vanuku," said Lee beaming at Maria. "And it is very good to see you again Ms. Delise." "And good to see you too sir. Thank you for the presentation, it was incredible." "We must do all we can to ensure that Dalibor does not suffer another 3 centuries of this corrupt disease." He said drifting into a thought. "Forgive my terrible manners," he added quickly, turning to Audrey. "This is my friend Audrey Thompson. Audrey, this is my son's friend Ms. Maria Delise." They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Tue Nov 12, 2019 1:19 pm

16:34, Kangchon, Province of Eljang, Republic of Eljang and Reunii.

The Kangchon Community Council Chairman had called an important meeting to be held at his social housing scheme townhouse on the outskirts of the city. But Kangjon Jong-Yul had no intentions of attending. Instead whilst the cell leaders from the across the country had begun to assemble inside the cramped townhouse he remained outside on the pavement, leaning against a set of newspaper stands along with two of his trusted associates, Yom Chong-Hun and Chun Min-Su. Kangjon had detected movement at the two ends of the street and on closer inspection, he marked two men, one dark haired and bearded, the other much younger and leaner. They were dressed like regular citizens, sweaters and brand name shoes in all, but one consulted a mobile phone and what Kangjon assumed was a portable GPS unit. Yom and Chun studied the men themselves and while both were still in their twenties, nearly half Kangjon's age, he had spent the last two years grooming and training them and they both offered the same assessment of their visitors. They were advanced scouts for the Police and Intelligence Services or even an advancing Kazulian special forces unit. The cell leader's foolish and poorly trained men had not picked up, these two and so his forces will pay the price for their ineptitude. The scouts did not move as they surveyed the surrounding streets. The civil administration and the Kazulian government had good reason to suspect that the people here had been knowingly sheltering Southern Liberation Army members. The current community chairman had been receiving a lot of pressure from the police and Kangjon thought that it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to their force and betray him and the 40 other men training in secrecy in the forests northwest of the village on this side of the Dankukin-Eljang and Reunii border. When the civil administration was established, Kangchon was informally created as a slum of sorts, far away from the eyes of the entitled urban dwellers of the much larger urban centres. The town had been the closest to the Dankukin-Eljang and Reunii border and had received the most refugees fleeing the instability in Greater Dankuk.

Whilst there could have, and in Kangjon's opinion, should have been a confrontation, the police in all their draconian power, were welcomed by the community which had virtually transformed itself into a little piece of Greater Dankuk in Eljang and Reunii, there was none. In the year to follow, the self appointed and quite corrupt leaders of the community would regret not challenging the powers of the police in the courts, as many near and dear to them were killed by Kazulian special forces and police tactical units because they had suspected there were terrorists in the area. The Kazulians would offer an apology and pathetic reparations even as some innocent civilians were caught in the crossfire. In recent months however, the community leaders had come to their senses and had been challenging the aggression of the police in court. There had been, for a few years, a Community Board and it was this group's mission to oversea Kangjon's transformation into a modern city like Port Rynach. Only a few days prior the community leaders had received word from Port Rynach that officials were not pleased with Community Board's performance nor were they pleased with the sentiment of an informal, crime and corruption riddle slum city near the border, with almost no government oversight and that the police and the kazulians would have to return in greater numbers and aggression to weed out the corruption and bring the city underneath the wing of the government's administration and oversight. Kangjon and his people, had struck an agreement with the community leaders: If the police and Kazulians return the Southern Liberation Army would intensify their terrorist operations not only in the city but in other cities. Kangjon assured them that they will be paid handsomely for their assistance. Kangjon had no shortage of funds so long as the methamphetamines continued to be shipped overseas. Their most recent deal with the Tall Tree Triad would make them one of the major providers of crystalline methamphetamine into Dalibor, if the triad was able to crush its enemies. Whilst Dalibor had never been one of the major importers of Kyo meth, Kangjon would change that and have his product better compete with Dovanian marijuana and cocaine, which provided massive quantities of those drugs to the cartels, triads and gangs who in turn got them into the hands of ordinary people.

"They will come for us this evening," he told his associates. "How do you know?" asked Chun. "Mark my words, the scouts are always a few hours ahead. That's all. Never more. The others would call to warn us." "What should we do? Can we get all the others out in time? Do we run?" Chun asked. Kangjon lifted his head and shift his index finger to the CCTV cameras on the street lights. "They are watching us. As always." He stroked his hair and thought and within a minute a plan conjured. He gestured that they move back and away, using the trees which littered the streets to block them from the eyes of the CCTV cameras above in the much taller street lights. "In times of war, men must be sacrificed." Kangjon's father, a Dankukin Army Soldier who had battled the Kazulians told him that on the last night he had seen him alive. "Men must be sacrificed." Kangjon still carried a photo of his father protected by a yellowing plastic film and when the nights grew most lonely, he'd stare at the picture and talk to the man, asking if his father had been proud of what Kangjon had accomplished. With the help of several Eljang and Reunii-based aid and integration organisations, Kangjon had been able to finish schooling in Eljang and Reunii, and he'd been hand picked by another organisation so he could enroll at the University of Skalm on a full scholarship. He would attend the University's Eljang campus where he'd obtain a degree in information technology and further developed his political interests. It was there at UoS that he had met members of the Southern Liberation Army, these rebellious spirits had helped ignite his naive soul. After graduating, he had travelled with a few friends to New Asvald, a city in western Northern Dovani. With finances from the methamphetamine trade and audacious hiring of former demolitions experts from Northern Dovani's Border Guard, they created a bomb making facility. Kangjon had been in-charge of making and servicing the facility's computer network system. They manufactured the devices within bricks and they smuggled into the Eljang and Reunii via boat with all of the deliveries timed, marked and tracked electronically by the software Kangjon had created.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby PaleRider » Fri Dec 06, 2019 3:50 am

Karvan Mansion, Karvan, Somasi, Aldegar 2135
The meeting of the Politburo of the UAEC of the UAP was dragging on long through the night. As the party consolidated its power across the country the party had to incorporate more and numerous local groups. So many competing factions and interests to manage. They were all pulling in various directions yet the center could only balance them as it too was weak. Chairman of the UAEC Ahmed Shavel was all too aware as he welcomed the heads of the Chamber of Commerce, the Business Alliance and various religious heads to the mansion.

"Gentlemen today I invited you here to resolve our differences, in private of course. Now we understand the YCC and the CHF have concerns about the public health and defense legislation?"

"Yes we do quite frankly. Legalizing homosexuality in the military, funding of abortions. No no this all too much! We have only reestablished the vitality of the republic, and commit these sins?!" spoke the head of the YCC.

"We concur largely with our brethren in the YCC. We are troubled by how fast the government is moving on these important issues; seemingly without proper consultation." spoke the CHF head, if more diplomatically. He was keenly aware of how quick endorsing majoritarianism could move against the minority group he represented, yet he couldn't directly move against the majority either. A delicate game.

"Such backward views of society are what imperil our businesses! Commerce is the key to the stability of our republic and our livelihood. If we establish too many social regulations it will hurt our international image and reputation." thundered the delegate for the Business Alliance.

Exasperated at the squabble the Chairman rose and offered a compromise, "Now let's see if we can resolve this for now. We should naturally keep these disagreements discrete but let us not have them inhibit national policy making. Social issues will be devolved to local communities to decide, and economic decisions will be liberalized. Agree?"
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Thu Jan 09, 2020 3:12 am

11:19, Federal Police Headquarters, #1 Police Administration Place, Skalm, Kazulia.

By the time Kolden exited the highway, drove down the main road and arrived at the Federal Police Headquarters, he was already twenty minutes late for the meeting. His hair hung in his eyes, and his beard still reached down to his clavicle-to years worth of growing he thought to himself. As he opened the door and barged into the room, heads turned to him. He sighed. "Sorry I'm late. I've been in the boonies on piggyback tours. I'd forgotten about the traffic around here." A small group manned the sides along a conference table the length of the national mall in Skalm. The table looked long enough to support a military parade and a few armoured vehicles. Five individuals had clustered chairs near the head and a man with a crew cut, his hair glistening with steel shaving under the fluorescent lights, turnaround from a dry-erase board here he'd been writing his name: Nils Arvesen.

"What do we have here?" asked Arvesen, using his marker to point out an empty chair. "Are you man? Or beast?" Kolden cracked a grin. The hair and beard did suggest that he'd spent the night in a refrigerator box. With a little grooming, though, Kolden would be back to his old self. He drew back his head. "Where's Kringen? They told me that NSOC would be heading up this task force." "Kringen's out, I'm in," snapped Arvesen. "You boys are lucky, i guess." "Who who are you?" Kolden asked, shifting around the table, a portfolio in one hand, coffee in the other. Arvesen eyed him with a crooked grin. "Not much of a reader, are you?" A lean Kyo-man who had to be Park (based on the picture Kolden reviewed in the portfolio) turned to Kolden and began laughing. "Relax, he's done this to all of us. He's good. Just trying to lightening the mood.""That's right, I'm good," said Arvesen. "We need to loosen up around here-because what we're about to do ill be tense. Very tense." "What agency are you from?" Kolden asked. "BORSIG. You know what that is?" Kolden nodded. The Kazulian Border Protection Agency Special Intervention Group was the global special response team for the Department of Home Affairs's Border Protection Agency. BORSIG agents deployed in more than eight countries in the Dovanian region to respond to serious terrorist threats of all types. Their weapons and gear were comparable to those of the HSK, the MSK and other special operations units. BORSIG teams worked along side military units in Eljang and Reunii to help find, confiscate and destroy illicit narcotics being smuggled across the border. They had earned an excellent reputation in the special operations community, and Kolden had on several occasions shared intelligence with BORSIG operators who exhibited the highest level of professionalism.

The unit was founded in 4603, and within three years it was already engaged in counter-narcotics operations in Dovani during Operation Pierce. BORSIG agents were tasked with helping to disrupt the growing, processing and smuggling of cocaine in a long list of countries including Ntoto, Utembo, Xampa and New Alduria. Agents worked alongside the Police Security Directorate (now the Security Intelligence Organisation). "I head up the Dreton Sector," Arvesen went on. "But the deputy commissioner wanted me to work with you apes for this operation. In my humble opinion, I'm uniquely suited for this job because our mission involved both exposing and dismantling the cartels and exposing their relationship with terrorists, which i'll remind you is Mr. Kolden's area of expertise." "Reporting for duty as ordered-sir," Kolden said with a mock scowl. "Now you're playing along." Arvesen said with a genuine grin. "Welcome to Joint Task Force Alpha. And as a matter of fact, I've been asked to make you our field team leader." Kolden chuckled under his breath. "What crazy drunk suggested that?" "Your boss." That drew some laughs from the table. "All right team, in all seriousness, we have got a lot to cover here. I heard you guys love presentations, so i have a few of them. Just give me a minute to load them up." Park groaned and turned to Kolden. "Good to meet you. They didn't put much in your file." "They never do. Just your friendly neighbourhood Other Government Agent is all i am." "And you were a Army Special Commando." "With a little help from my friends." "You've been doing some good work around the world. Not sure i'd last five minutes." Kolden smiled. "Maybe ten." Park was a damned fine Security Intelligence agent with numerous successful operations under his belt. More recently, he had been performing recon operations in Eljang and Reunii here criminal organisations were growing opium and where he had been tracking an assassin who had murdered one of his associates. Seated beside him was Jane Hagen, a thirty-two year old KIS agent like Kolden who would be embedded with the North Dovanian National Police. She was a broad-shouldered no-nonsense Daddwyr woman with black hair pulled tightly into a bun. That the National Police were aiding and abetting the cartels in North Dovani was old news; that a Kazulian KIS agent would be working alongside them would be as dangerous as it might be enlightening. The DIS had been working directly with North Dovani Gendarmerie authorities to establish a relationship that would grant Hagen full access while also protect her identity.

Kolden caught the gaze of the man near the head of the table, Simon Welde, who despite his surname, could easily pass for a North Dovani gang area boy. His father was half Daddwyr, Half Kazulian and his mother was North Dovanian. He'd been born and raised in Kazulia and been recruited out of university to join the Federal Police's Serious and Organised Crime Unit. Months prior he had been sent to North Dovani to penetrate the Akuchi Drug Cartel after the mission in Dalibor had been dropped by the Kazulian Intelligence Service, hence creating this meeting, task force and new mission in North Dovani. As happenstance would have it, he had more easily penetrated and become a trusted member of the Orlula Drug Cartel. Arvesen pointed at the photograph. "All right, our primary problem is this. Chizoba Chydy, the highest ranking member of Wildlings we've identified. The idea is simple, we take out the leader, the cartel falls. Whoever the leader of this Akuchi Cartel is, he's masked himself very well, and his organisation has become the single most aggressive cartel in North Dovani." "Persons of interest?" asked Kolden. "Not many," said Arvesen. "We've investigated the mayor, the local police chief, even the governor. Akuchi Leader [Let's call him Mr. X] is extremely insulated. He doesn't keep a high profile like Chineze Ogbonna, the leader of the Orlulu Drug Cartel according to Welde. Arvesen brought up a colour-coded chart representing the various sects of the Akuchi Drug Cartel's operations. He continued, "the bottom line is this: we need to identify links the cartel might have to the Southern Liberation Army, to gun-smuggling operations in Kazulia and cocaine operations in western dovani. First we need to expose the cartel's links to the local Gendarmerie. Since Welde had already done an excellent job on penetrating and reconnoitring the Orlula Cartel, he took over a few minutes, describe that cartel's operations, its assets and its desire to usurp the Akuchi Cartel. "I can't see these "street gangs" working with terrorists. It's a bit taboo." "Well then, I can go home," said Kolden with a slight grin. "Because the cartels are protecting North Dovani's borders from terrorist threats so we can keep buying their drugs and weapons." Arvesen grin with irony. "So the cartel might not be willing to help, but the SLA could enter by force." Welde sighed in frustration. "All i can say is they better bring some massive firepower because every-time the Orlulas get into it with the Akuchi guys, we always lose." Arvesen broke in," Hagen, you're going in deep. You know the drill. Welde, you just get back home to Ogbonna. Park is with me. That leaves you Kolden." Kolden grinned,"To North Dovani it is."
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Auditorii » Sun Jan 12, 2020 9:52 pm

al-Haliya, An Namer Governorate
Late evening, August 4694

Sergeant Anas al-Attar stood, his hand pressed close to his face as he smoked a cigarette and watched the setting sun and his squad of Solentian Ground Force soldiers as they guarded a local government office that had recently come under threat by Anti-Majatran nationalist. One of his soldiers, Saajid el-Saadeh walked over to him. "They aren't coming Anas." The soldier spoke plainly to his Sergeant, the two had been friends growing up and had enlisted shortly after the rise of the Supreme Ahmadi Council. Sergeant al-Attar had been a soldier in the January 17th Martyrs Battalion prior to becoming a soldier within the Solentian Ground Forces, something that he took a certain amount of pride in. Anas eyed Saajid and shook his head as he removed the cigarette away from his face. "That is Sergeant Attar to you Private Saadeh." Anas smirked as he corrected his soldier. Saajid scoffed and shook his head. "That power is going to your head Sergeant!" Anas could hear in the distance dogs barking, cars driving and distant hum of generators powering on as the sun began to set on al-Haliya. The 117th Motor Rifle Brigade had been assigned guard duties within the capital, it was most likely because prior to their renaming as the "117th Motor Rifle Brigade" the unit was the largest formation of the January 17th Martyrs Battalion and by Solentian Ground Forces standard was the equivalent of a "brigade". "It might be Saajid but we will stand guard here, it is the will of the General and Akim." Anas eyed his private. "Oh please, you know as well as I do Akim has nothing to do with this. The General wants us to here because his new boss said so." Saajid who was the only one who stood in earshot of the Sergeant and himself quipped. Anas eyed his compatriot. "We are here because the General is the new boss. al-Kaba is merely a pawn in the game." Anas peered around as he spoke. Saajid nodded. "And what? We are expected to play their game for how long Anas?" Saajid became visibly frustrated. "Until we are told otherwise Saajid, you'd be wise to keep your head or else you'll lose it." Anas quickly peered around as he heard the sound of a truck.

Anas brought his Solentian-built AK to his shoulder and shouted a command to gather the attention of his squad. Down the street, which had only a handful of working street lights the Sergeant could see a box truck making its way down the street. "Positions! Immediately!" Anas barked as they looked for cover. Private Arafaat al-Obeid began barking commands, he had switched his AK-47 for his RPG-7 and began aiming it at the box truck. Anas motioned and two soldiers left cover and made their way down the street, their hands in the air and waving. The truck wasn't stopping, in fact it appeared to have sped up and Anas called to Arafaat and the distinct launch of a rocket propelled grenade left a puff of smoke and the RPG's munition rocketed towards the box struck. Privates Yusri al-Greiss and Abbaas el-Mian began firing shorty before the RPG was fired and they were the first to feel the force of the explosion. Anas thought it went in slow motion as the RPG connected with the body of the truck the explosion that ripped through the street in al-Haliya was far greater than an RPG hitting a vehicle explosion. The explosion was enhanced by the fact that the truck was packed to the brim with various explosives and materials meant to enhance the explosion. It leveled a portion of the block and left a crater only six blocks away from the al-Haliya City Government Center.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Tue Mar 17, 2020 10:27 am

04:03 am, County of Sulwyn, State of Pritchett, Northern Dovani.

The poppies burned, red blossoms, red flames. Only in hell, Kurt Fevold thinks, do flowers bloom fire. Kurt sits on a ridge above the burning valley. Looking down is like peering into a steaming soup bowl. He can't see clearly through the smoke, but what he can make out is a scene from hell. Nongmins, Kyo-peasant farmers, trot in front of the flames, clutching at the few possessions they could grab before the soldiers put the touch to their village. Pushing their children in front of them, the Nongmins carried sacks of foods, family photographs brought at a great price, some blankets, some clothes; their white shirts and straw hats stained yellow with sweat make them ghost-like in the haze of smoke. Except for the clothes, Kurt thinks, it could be southern Dovani. He's half surprised, glancing at the sleeve of his own shirt to see blue denim instead of army green. It reminds him that this isn't Operation Oriental Press, but Operation Silent Condor. And these aren't the bamboo thick mountains of Shijia but the poppy rich mountain valley of Eastern Northern Dovani. On the crop isn't rice, it's opium. Kurt hears the dull base of whirring helicopters and looks up. Like many who had been apart of Operation Oriental Press, he finds the sound evocative. Helicopters and fixed-wing planes circled over like vultures. The aeroplanes do the actual spraying while the helicopters protect the planes from the sporadic assault rifle rounds being fired by the remaining opium growers who still want to make a fight. Kurt knows too well that an accurate burst from an assault rifle could bring down a helicopter. Hit it in the tail ruder and it will spiral down like a broken toy. Hit the pilot and that's another story. So far they have been lucky and no helicopters had been hit either the opium growers are just bad shots or they're not used to firing on helicopters. Technically, all the aircraft is Northern Dovanian; officially Silent Condor is a Northern Dovanian operation. A joint operation between the 1st Infantry Division and the National Gendarmerie. But the planes were bought and paid for by SOCA and were flown by SOCA pilots, most of them former KIS employees from the Southern Dovani offices. SOCA wanted to use Agent Red but the authorities in ND gawked at that so instead, they are using a new compound coined Compound K which the ND authorities felt comfortable with, mostly Kurt chuckled because the opium growers were using it to kill the weeds around the poppy fields so there was a ready supply.

It was a Northern Dovanian operation, Kurt things, and that the Kazulians were simply here as "advisers". A front of the Kazulian Government's attempts to curb the importation of hard drugs has opened a new front in Northern Dovani. Now some 3,000 Northern Dovanian troops were pushing through this valley near the town of Cadogan. Assisting squadrons of the National Gendarmerie and a dozen SOCA "advisers" like Kurt. Most of the soldiers are on foot, others are on horseback like Meilir Mattocks, driving cattle in front of them. Their orders were simple: poison the poppy fields and burn the remnants, scatter the opium farmers like dry leaves in a heavy wind, destroy the source of heroin, here in the Pritchett Mountains of Northern Dovani. Operation Silent Condor, Kurt thinks. There hasn't been an actual Condor seen in Northern Dovanian skies in over a century. But every operation needs to have a name or it isn't real. Kurt had done some reading on the bird. A big condor, Kurt learned, could take out a small deer but what it really liked was for something else killed the deer first so that the bird could just swoop down and take it. "We prey on the dead." Kurt thought to himself. "And here I am crouched in the bushes again. Shivering in the damp mountain cold again, setting up ambushed again." Except the target now was a "revolutionary" or some cadre making his way back to his village, but Deyfd Cornog the drug lord of Pritchett. Defyd Cornog has been running opium out of these mountains for half a century. Making agreements with the criminal gangs that once dominated Western Dovani and wreaked havoc in Dretonish communities, he used this leverage to make himself "Cadeirydd" or The Chairman; a status he maintains to this day. But the old man's power has been slipping as some young upcomers were beginning to challenge his authority. "The Law of Nature," Kurt supposes. The young lions eventually take on the old. Kurt is a true believer in the government's strikes against hard drugs, growing up in eastern Skalm he has seen the effect hard drugs could have on a community. So this is supposed to be about getting drugs off the streets, Kurt reminds himself; no advancing one's career. But the truth of it is, being the person to bring down Deyfd Cornog would make your career. Which truth be told could use a boost. SOCA or the Serious and Organised Crime Agency was a new organisation within the Federal Police.

When the government's calls for a war on hard drugs was launched they needed soldiers to fight it. Most of the new recruits came from the narcotics divisions of the various state police agencies, but not a few of the early draft into SOCA came from the "Institute". That's what many of the law enforcement officers called people who came from the Kazulian Intelligence Service. There is a lot of resentment and mistrust of the covert types by the law enforcement types. The big difference between his new work and his old work is that in the former you would arrest your targets and in the latter, you'd kill them. During Operation Oriental Press, Kurt had not done too much of the actual wet work. His job was to collect raw data and analyse it. Other guys, mostly special forces on loan to the Institute, went out and acted on Kurt's information. "They usually went out at night," Kurt recalls. Then reappear back in the base in the early hours of the morning, sleep and then go out and do it again. Kurt had only been out with them a few times, only when his sources had produced information on a large group of cadres in the area. Then he'd accompany the night special forces guys to set up a night ambush. He had not liked it much. Most of the time he had been scared, but he did his job. He pulled the trigger when he needed to, he got out alive with all his limbs attached and his mind intact. Now, as Kurt sits for Deyfd Cornog to show, he thought that this might be the killer blow to organised crime in Northern Dovani. His legs ached from sitting still but he refuses to move. The Northern Dovanians spaced in the brush around him are likewise disciplined. Twenty special agents from the National Gendarme armed with submachine guns dressed in camouflage. Gabriel Thornton is wearing a suit. Even up here in the high brush, the Governor's assistant is wearing his trademark black suit; white button-down shirt, skinny black tie. He looks comfortable, serene. The image of male dignity in Northern Dovani. Officially, Gabriel Thornton is a police officer. A member of the Pritchett Police and the bodyguard to the First Minister of Pritchett, Austin Woodward. Unofficially, Thornton is a fixer; the First Minister's point man. And seeing how Silent Condor is a Northern Dovani operation, Thornton is the guy running the show. "And me," Kurt thinks. "Gabriel Thornton is running me."
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