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The Falklands Conundrum |OPEN|; Originally by: Tulov
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Topic Started: Sep 1 2017, 02:26 AM (22 Views)
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It all started in the early summer, expeditions of the Antartican Republic and Arudis were both venturing into the unknown. Coming across each others forces, shots were fired, but nobody knows which side started it... War soon broke out upon the Falklands, a third faction finding it's way in shortly after the breakout of war, as the USST instigating a rebellion in the land, supplying the rebels with arms and food.
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A big note, this is not the World War RP everyone has been working on, just a smaller quick war RP for fun, devised by Antartican Republic, Arudis, and myself.
This will NOT have any affect on the regional map. No one will gain or lose territory at the end of this RP.
Current Factions that are fighting:
Antartican Republic Arudis Falklands Liberation Front (AKA, Tulov-backed-rebels)
Acid Rap ZebraEz
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Sep 1 2017, 02:28 AM
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Oh yes
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Sep 1 2017, 02:29 AM
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"Sir, the expeditionary forces from the Falkands have encountered Leafheart soldiers and they have begun fighting!" the minister of defense hurriedly exclaims as he rushes into President Malhar's lounge. "Send in the battleships, this should end quickly" Several hundred miles away at port Bostonia the four Battle ships, Fiji, Penguin, Zealend and the Graf and their acconomying destroyers set sail for the Falkands.
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In the Tula Commune, a convention of the Communes had been called, Arkady Rossovich, the head elected head of the Communal Union (thus, the head of the USST) sat alongside the other Communal officials. The room was similar to a large parliament, except in the fact that the seats were on all sides, with an empty podium at the center. The podium, along with every desk, had the Tulovian Coat of Arms plastered on it. Tulovian flags hung from all sides of the room. "War has broken out in the Falklands, my comrades." One of the members spoke, "Between Arudis and the Antartican Republic. It would seem both both are interested in the colonization of the Falklands, at least, according to our intelligence." "And what of the people of the Falklands, comrade Sternov?" Rossovich spoke, he wore a large Soviet era great coat and Soviet officer's cap, the Soviet hammer and sickle upon the cap's insignia replaced with the Tulovian hammer and sickle. His hair was blonde and somewhat long, almost reaching his shoulders. "From my understanding, militias are coming forward and creating a Falkands Liberation Front, they seem to be a Communistic organization." Sternov answered, Rossovich clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his desk, deep in thought. (I had more, but I didn't want to make to big of a post, so I'll be breaking stuff up.)
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After shelling of Stanley targets 100 soldiers land on rubber dingy's quickly local police resistance quickly. They begin setting up defensive positions around the city and call in the last 200 reinforcements. The 3 bombers begin napalming Rincon Grande and Green Patch.
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"Perhaps with our guidance, they will become more like us.... Very well. I bring forth a vote, all in favor of arming the Falklands Liberation Front, rise." Rossovich said, standing up, he stood at roughly 6'2" in height. Sternov also stood, along with many other of the Communal heads. Nearly the entire room stood, save for fifteen people.
"All against, rise." Rossovich said as he and the others sat back down, five people standing. "Those who abstain." Rossovich again spoke, the remaining ten standing.
"Very well. Motion carries. Prepare shipment of arms to the Falklands, our comrades are in need of our aid."
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"The Antartican's are en route! Get those trenches dug!" A Falklands' Liberation officer yelled, as the militiamen hurriedly dug everywhere, setting up explosives anywhere they could find a spot to set them up, even if it meant multiple trip wires in the same spot.
"Get those rockets ready!" The officer yelled, signalling multiple troops running past him, rockets and small arms being fired at the Antartican forces.
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As the first Antartican division secures the Stanley surrounding area they begin taking fire from the rebels. "Hey Carol". "Yes cadet?"Officer Carol responds as the rebel weapons bounce off their armor. "They're shooting at us, should we go deal with them?" "Send in the land drones" The first land drone advances forward defusing nearly 50 percent of the mines and killing all rebel's in it's way. As the first division receives reinforcements they begin landings at green patch and Rincon Grande the first division takes it's first mine injury. As General Caleb sits in Battleship Bostonia his secretary tells him the news. "Sir, we received a mine injury, private Jenkins legs were shattered before he was evacuated." He thinks about the news before slowly responding, "They want to use guerrilla tactics eh? Obliterate all of the West Falklands with orbital strike." "Yes Sir" On the west Falklands residents look to the sky to see destruction in the form of 16 by 2 foot rods raining from the sky, servery damaging all settlements on the West Falklands.
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In the Sevastopol Commune, the Tulovian Naval Militia was preparing it's first load of shipment for the Falklands. Several battleships and destroyers at at anchor as the commercial ships were loaded with crates of weapons and ammunition.
"How much longer until we are ready to sail, comrade?" A militia officer questioned a passing sailor, who answered "Roughly six more hours."
The officer sighed and looked to the Battleships sitting in port, Tulovian banners flying from their towers, fluttering wildly in the wind.
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"Comrade! Reports are coming in that the enemy has launched orbital strikes on the western settlements! We expect that there are heavy casualties." A rebel soldier yelled out to one of the Rebel Officers.
"Orbital strikes? Are they insane? Non-combatants are bound to be the primary casualties! Those filthy, murderous dogs... We will make them pay for this." The officer said, signalling for his troops to begin somewhat dispersing, setting more traps as they went, doing their best to avoid direct confrontation with the advanced enemy forces.
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[align=center] ConfidentialThe Emirate of Acid Rap Office of the Chancellor Ministry of Foreign Affairs[/align] [align=right] DOCUMENT # 5510 SERIAL # 4971-075-22 CLASSIFIED: 22 OCT 2016[/align] Confidential -- Declassified only under direct court request Date: *OBSCURED* Location: Area 26, located *OBSCURED* [align=center]Conference between Chancellor Jonathan Bennett, Secretary of State Jessica Morstad, and Chief of Arms Arnold Clapper.[/align] Transcript (11:04 AM) Chancellor Bennett: Hello, Secretary Morstad - Chief Clapper. Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. I have called this junction in order to discuss the ongoing war between the The United Kingdom of the Antartican Republic and the Falkland Island Rebels, backed by the United Socialist States of Tulov. -- Yesterday, satellite imaging confirmed our suspects that the Antartican Republic immorally used orbital strikes to neutralize rebel forces with the knowledge that the primary casualties would be civilians - which explicitly goes against our wishes expressed in the Geneva Act of 1949. I implore you to respect my decision to take action.
(11:08 AM) Secretary Morstad: War? With all due respect, sir, you can't be serious. We need to be strengthening foreign affairs, not enlisting new enemies to the state!
(11:09 AM) Chancellor Bennett: I wish it did not have to come to this, but I'm afraid I have no other choice. We cannot allow for a state to operate with such impunity. There must be consequences for their actions. Chief Clapper, how long would it take your forces to ready?
(11:11 AM) Chief Clapper: I could have them ready in a few hours, max. It depends on how involved you want to be. I have already been briefed about the A.R. and, after watching footage of the engagement on Saturday, it is my professional opinion that we sail at full mast, literally and figuratively.
(11:12 AM) Secretary Morstad: They've already used orbital strikes once, what's to stop them from using them on our forces or worse, our people?
(11:12 AM) Chief Clapper: We have at least a few days before they can even ready the damn thing again.
(11:13 AM) Secretary Morstad: And, when they do?
(11:13 AM) Chief Clapper: They're nothing to worry about. We just got some new technology from Devon Corp. that might make things a little more interesting.
(11:14 AM) Chancellor Bennett: Okay. The decision is final. Chief, ready your arms behind closed doors. The longer it takes them to know we are going to get involved, the better. Meeting adjourned. [align=center]------------------------------------------------------- DOCUMENT END -------------------------------------------------------[/align]
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"Comrade Admiral." A sailor spoke as he entered into a dimly lit room, a Tulovian Admiral stood looking at a a map of the world, his back to the sailor. "Speak, comrade." The Admiral spoke.
"The ships are ready to set sail." The sailor said, the Admiral turning to face him. "Very well. I will inform the Commune and request final permission. Return to your post, comrade." The Admiral said, walking to his desk and picking up the phone, beginning to dial.
"Da, who is calling?" A voice said upon answering the phone at the other end. "It is Admiral Chekov. Our fleet is ready to sail for the Falklands. I am calling to confirm that the orders to sail are still in place."
"Da, comrade Chekov. Our comrades in the Falklands are depending on this arrival. The ships are to sail immediately." The voice spoke, Admiral Chekov nodding.
"Very well, comrade. Admiral Chekov out." Admiral Chekov said hanging up the phone, standing and heading out of the room, down the corridors and out of the building, onto the port.
It was currently night time, the port was brightly illuminated by the lights of the ships and buildings. A cold wind blew through the air and everything was silent, except for the fluttering of the Tulovian banners in the wind.
"Comrades. Our orders are confirmed.The Falklands are your destination. To all of you, I wish the best of luck. For the revolution!" Admiral Chekov yelled out, raising up his right fist to the air.
The silence of the port was immediately broken as the sailors began to chant "Revolution", over and over, the ships beginning to pull away from port and the submarines sitting just outside the port began to sail as well.
"Now let us only hope they arrive in time..." Admiral Chekov said to himself, both his arms behind his back as he watched the ships, the chants of "Revolution" still going strong and loud.
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