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The Alliance of Dictators RMB

WA Delegate: The Volksrepublik of Peoples Republic of the German States (elected )

Founder: The Despotic Dictatorship of Despoticania

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Largest Black Market: 183rd Most Nations: 196th Most World Assembly Endorsements: 268th+35
Most Valuable International Artwork: 295th Most Corrupt Governments: 340th Highest Wealthy Incomes: 416th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 494th Largest Mining Sector: 524th Most Avoided: 543rd Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 546th Largest Manufacturing Sector: 558th Highest Economic Output: 633rd Most Advanced Law Enforcement: 675th Lowest Crime Rates: 744th Highest Average Incomes: 771st Most Devout: 988th Largest Governments: 1,064th Largest Information Technology Sector: 1,185th Most Influential: 1,221st Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry: 1,283rd Largest Retail Industry: 1,356th Most Authoritarian: 1,375th Most Subsidized Industry: 1,405th Most Advanced Public Transport: 1,476th Highest Poor Incomes: 1,655th Largest Agricultural Sector: 1,660th Most Scientifically Advanced: 1,683rd Greatest Rich-Poor Divides: 1,847th Largest Insurance Industry: 1,940th Largest Furniture Restoration Industry: 1,951st Most Extensive Public Healthcare: 1,966th Most Advanced Public Education: 1,993rd Fattest Citizens: 2,047th Smartest Citizens: 2,164th Highest Disposable Incomes: 2,200th Most Armed: 2,295th Most Conservative: 2,400th Highest Unexpected Death Rate: 2,527th
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Welcome to The Alliance of Dictators, the NationStates nexus of totalitarian, autocratic and authoritarian nations. We are an active roleplay community of diverse players, but all of us agree that the right to govern should be reserved for exceptionally gifted and intelligent individuals - like ourselves. Together, we will lead the ignorant masses to a glorious future! Join us, and be part of that future.

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Embassies: The Axis of Evil, Ile de France, Lone Wolves United, Eladen, Evil, Vissella, Union of Nationalists, United Empire of Islam, The Savage Garden, ITALIA, The Illuminati, Imperium of the Wolf, Epicenter Of Prosperity, End 500, POLATION, Hollow Point, and 46 others.International German Coalition, Ozymandium, Cyberius Confederation, Australialia, Imperial Russian Empire, The Bar on the corner of every region, Solid Kingdom, United Imperial Union, Right to Life, Avadam Inn, The World of Remnant, Yuno, Orthanc at Isengard, Asiana, Sikh Empire, International Debating Area, Regionless, The Great Universe, International sovereignty pact, The Imperial Consortium, Misanthropic Bloc, Barbaria, Lardyland, Citadel of Ricks, Non Aligned Movement, Nazbol Gang, The Lands Of Guacamole, Beachfront Nuclear Hellscape, The Larry Pact, Fredonia, Cyterian Treaty Organisation, Chicken overlords, The Wolf Clan, Lezra, League Of Allied Powers, The Holy Reich of Greater Germania, The Moderate Alliance, Epic Games HQ, Turkic Union, The Monarchy alliance, The Independent Newspaper, Altay, Compatibility, First World Order, Pax Britannia, and Seora.

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Regional Power: High

The Alliance of Dictators contains 121 nations, the 196th most in the world.

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The Largest Mining Sector in The Alliance of Dictators

World Census experts measured the volume of stuff removed from the ground to determine which nations have the largest mining industries.

As a region, The Alliance of Dictators is ranked 524th in the world for Largest Mining Sector.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Exalted Supremacy of East BorlandIron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors“Crush Their Spirits and You Will Control Their Minds”
2.The Corporate Dictatorship of JosephlandIron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors“Oderint Dum Metuant”
3.The Despotic Dictatorship of DespoticaniaCorrupt Dictatorship Well-Meaning Dictatorship“God was a dream of good government.”
4.The Greater Republic of NatviaCorporate Police State Halliburton“Everything for the General”
5.The Hallowed States of I am BatmanCorporate Police State Halliburton“Superman is a wuss”
6.The Guided Democratic Union of SandhayaniMoralistic Democracy Narrow-Minded Backwoodsy Bigots“Towards Justice by Right”
7.The Rogue Nation of Dragonic OverlordsPsychotic Dictatorship Fascist Dictatorship“Death is but a simple swing of the sword”
8.The Corporate States of CossmaniaCompulsory Consumerist State Consumerist Wage Drones“Anything for the corporation.”
9.The Equestrianic Imperium of Twilight SparkleIron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors“Friendship is Magic!”
10.The Glorious Dictatorship of The Big BrotherIron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors“Obedience is Happiness”
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Island Zero wrote:OOC: Nice Mongolian flag

OOC: It's just a stand in, I don't quite want to go digging around my hard drive just yet.

Olichi wrote:OOC: Im not a writer so this is super intimidating for me. maybe once i finish school that will be a thing

OOC: I wrote lots in my early days here, though it was always some pretty bad writing, so your apprehension is completely understandable.

The Supreme Leader
Nobody had seen the supreme leader since the revolution. He had been in his palace, having his aides carry his orders to the outside. His people would wonder if he really existed or if it was all a big scheme by the higher-ups to gain power. Today, however, he emerged from the depths. He would stand on a balcony, overlooking hundreds of North Dictorians as a parade, a display of military might would proceed below. It was as much a show of power to his citizens as it was to his rivals. The tanks, armored cars, and even some rocket projectors. Followed by the men and women of the army. Marching in unison, their heads high, wearing the North Dictorian uniform with pride. The people below would cheer as they passed. Some would look up at the supreme leader, in a uniform of his own design, wearing dark sunglasses to hide his eyes. After the parade was done, the leader would go to speak. "People of this great nation. I have been absent from the public for so long. I have been working out issues with other things. Some criticize what I have done while within my palace. However, I have increased both police and military budgets. I've been working hard to defeat both drugs and smoking within North Dictoria. I would think that I've done much to increase your security. I work to bring this nation up. I will continue to work to bring us up as I have been doing. This time, however, have no doubts about whether or not I'm real, as I will be more frequently visible by the public." The crowd below erupted into applause, whether it was genuine, or because they feared the consequences of not clapping was unknown. One, however, would speak out. "You are not one we should applaud. You've hidden in your fancy palace while we have been listening to propaganda and following your strict laws. You emerged when your people began to doubt you and for no other reason. You're no better than the monarchs from before the revolution." The man who spoke out would spit towards the leader. Jong-Su Jong Choi's (The Supreme Leader) face would harden. "I shall discuss this with you later." Police would emerge from behind the man and lead him away to an unknown location. Jong-Su Jong Choi's face would brighten a bit again. "Enjoy the parade and eventually more of my appearances." The supreme leader would leave the area and return to his palace after that.

ight ima head out

Unholy Division – Part 2
The Decision

Everyone had returned ten minutes early or more, the pause didn’t appear to have changed many minds, if anything it had just given time for opinions to solidify. The table indicated allegiances, the priests and priestesses in favor of the schism had positioned themselves closer to Opithar and Rynalandar. Two empty seats denoted the size of each camp, Beckintroh found that he had two allies to his name.

Hezgorvnia’s face betrayed little, especially since most of it was artificial, though what there was seemed to denote that this was the expected result. Of course he already knew the opinions of the Priests that were indisposed in this critical point in time. It was awhile until he spoke. “Then it is fifteen to three?”

No one objected, so Hezgorvnia continued. “Then we will go through with the schism, as per the ancient rites, I will lead the Veradacian Church from this cathedral as High Priest. Those that challenged me for this mantle in the past are free to do so again, as is anyone else at this table.”

There was no one who would take up the now High Priest Hezgorvnia on this offer.

The High Priest stood, he knew the priests he would have to keep an eye on. “Go back to your congregations, they will need you all in the coming weeks. The priests of this cathedral and myself can handle the development of an independent apparatus to govern our church with.” Now he had a title to fit the commands of his voice.

The priests stood in unison, and began filing out, leaving Hezgorvnia alone at the head of the table.

Later,
Meditation Chambers

Opithar sat in silence, having finished his daily meditation regiment, mulling over the possible consequences of the action they had taken, as he had done many times before where this manner was concerned. The only difference was now he knew who lay in opposition to the matter, and he knew of their personalities from previous encounters. The matter at hand was who would report to Starfall before the proper time? The intensity of the opposition certainly came from Beckintroh, a proud man by Hater standards who adhered rather rigidly to what he thought was right and the will of Starfall, both were seldom in conflict. But he was too obvious, and those that were on the fence couldn’t be discounted either.

There was a presence at the door. “Come in.” Opithar said rather blandly, opening his eyes. To no surprise it was Beckintroh. “I presume you have come to voice your disapproval that a mere Priest played a role in the decision.” Opithar was reminded again of Beckintroh’s status as a Warrior Priest.

“Hardly,” Beckintroh growled, clearly, he had time to nurse his anger to a rage. “You speak too liberally to your superiors and endanger our church over such small matters as the pilgrims.”

Opithar pushed himself to his feet, his figure was more imposing that that of the stocky Warrior Priest. Beckintroh was unmoved. “You do not make yourself difficult to read, Beckintroh. It is a challenge you seek to offer, the coils of your thoughts are plain to read.”

“Then let us tarry no longer, this afternoon at sunset you will face me in the Cathedral Arena.” Beckintroh’s mind was made up, there was no room for negotiation.

“To the death, or until one party yields?” Opithar inquired, already knowing the answer.

“Yield, we do not need to thin the priesthood in this time.” Beckintoh fumed, before he turned and left without a word.

The Arena, 30 minutes before Sunset

Opithar stood to the side of the large room, outside the colored light that poured onto the beige floor from the massive stained-glass window. This fight required no weaponry or armor, it would rely on skill in martial arts. Opithar’s chosen form was considered reserved by Hater standards, it showed in the moves he was performing before the fight.

The gallery held a few priests and church faithful, it was always a spectacle when Hater priests stopped talking and decided to settle differences by means of combat. Duels to the death where typically reserved for competitions for the highest offices in the church though.

The hour was approaching, and Beckintroh made his entrance. He was short and squat, his bare arms covered in religious iconography. His face was flat featured and fixed with the sort of determination that made it look to be cast of steel. Opithar knew his style, this was a competition of skill, not strictly strength. The Priest knew his opponent would fight quite aggressively, it could be used against him.

“Brave of you to challenge and arena regular.” Opithar opened, it was meant as a compliment to the Warrior Priest’s resolve.

Beckintroh advanced to the beige combat floor, bathing himself in amber light. “Beating arena trash does not make you a warrior.” He countered.

Opithar advanced onto the floor, taking the traditional step of escalation by assuming his opening stance. “We shall see.” He stated plainly. The thoughts of his opponent were not clear, they were coiling and twisting, a move to throw off his attempts to influence them.

Beckintroh just assumed his stance, an aggressive one. The audience in the gallery awaited the first blows. They did not have to wait long, the first few moments were dedicated largely to reading the opponent, probing attacks and such to gauge the reflexes and defense of the opposition. Though Beckintroh was the first to launch a proper assault, it was Opithar how scored the first blow. The next few seconds were a swift exchange that ended with Beckintroh succeeding in pinning one of Opithar’s arms. The Priest dislocated the arm to get the range of motion to counterattack, forcing the Warrior Priest to the opposite side of the arena.

Opithar popped the joint back into place. It was a trick he had learned from eldian martial artists, it had its uses and meshed well with Hater fighting provided the initial ability was present. It wasn’t long until Beckintroh was back on the offensive, Opithar was letting his opponent miss and blocking some blows. Though when the opening presented itself, he landed the blow.

Beckintroh collapsed to his knees, gasping. Both combatants were sweating profusely despite their training. “Yield, Warrior Priest.” Opithar offered. Beckintroh promptly attempted to remind Opithar what he thought of surrender, and was quickly sent back to the floor. “You fought well, yield. Do not force me to embarrass you.” Opithar warned.

Beckintroh yielded a broken response. “Very…., well… I…. yield.” He took the time to recompose himself, rising to his feet of his own accord. “Perhaps I should spend less time doing administrative work and more time fighting arena trash.” He said with a minor undertone of bitterness.

“If you can put aside our differences, I may be able to teach you a few moves. And besides, my wife is looking to keep me out of the arena.” Opithar remarked, saluting his opponent for a fight well fought.

“I’ll be sure to look for an opening.” Beckintroh responded, returning the salute.

The two combatants left the arena without another word. The eldians among the church faithful were left to consider the somewhat strange nature of politics within the church.

OOC: So I started with a CoTH post, sue me.

Veradax wrote:OOC: So I started with a CoTH post, sue me.

OOC: Sued. We require compensation in the form of the entire Veradacian Bioweaponry arsenal. In small plastic bags.

Veradax wrote:Unholy Division – Part 2
The Decision

Everyone had returned ten minutes early or more, the pause didn’t appear to have changed many minds, if anything it had just given time for opinions to solidify. The table indicated allegiances, the priests and priestesses in favor of the schism had positioned themselves closer to Opithar and Rynalandar. Two empty seats denoted the size of each camp, Beckintroh found that he had two allies to his name.

Hezgorvnia’s face betrayed little, especially since most of it was artificial, though what there was seemed to denote that this was the expected result. Of course he already knew the opinions of the Priests that were indisposed in this critical point in time. It was awhile until he spoke. “Then it is fifteen to three?”

No one objected, so Hezgorvnia continued. “Then we will go through with the schism, as per the ancient rites, I will lead the Veradacian Church from this cathedral as High Priest. Those that challenged me for this mantle in the past are free to do so again, as is anyone else at this table.”

There was no one who would take up the now High Priest Hezgorvnia on this offer.

The High Priest stood, he knew the priests he would have to keep an eye on. “Go back to your congregations, they will need you all in the coming weeks. The priests of this cathedral and myself can handle the development of an independent apparatus to govern our church with.” Now he had a title to fit the commands of his voice.

The priests stood in unison, and began filing out, leaving Hezgorvnia alone at the head of the table.

Later,
Meditation Chambers

Opithar sat in silence, having finished his daily meditation regiment, mulling over the possible consequences of the action they had taken, as he had done many times before where this manner was concerned. The only difference was now he knew who lay in opposition to the matter, and he knew of their personalities from previous encounters. The matter at hand was who would report to Starfall before the proper time? The intensity of the opposition certainly came from Beckintroh, a proud man by Hater standards who adhered rather rigidly to what he thought was right and the will of Starfall, both were seldom in conflict. But he was too obvious, and those that were on the fence couldn’t be discounted either.

There was a presence at the door. “Come in.” Opithar said rather blandly, opening his eyes. To no surprise it was Beckintroh. “I presume you have come to voice your disapproval that a mere Priest played a role in the decision.” Opithar was reminded again of Beckintroh’s status as a Warrior Priest.

“Hardly,” Beckintroh growled, clearly, he had time to nurse his anger to a rage. “You speak too liberally to your superiors and endanger our church over such small matters as the pilgrims.”

Opithar pushed himself to his feet, his figure was more imposing that that of the stocky Warrior Priest. Beckintroh was unmoved. “You do not make yourself difficult to read, Beckintroh. It is a challenge you seek to offer, the coils of your thoughts are plain to read.”

“Then let us tarry no longer, this afternoon at sunset you will face me in the Cathedral Arena.” Beckintroh’s mind was made up, there was no room for negotiation.

“To the death, or until one party yields?” Opithar inquired, already knowing the answer.

“Yield, we do not need to thin the priesthood in this time.” Beckintoh fumed, before he turned and left without a word.

The Arena, 30 minutes before Sunset

Opithar stood to the side of the large room, outside the colored light that poured onto the beige floor from the massive stained-glass window. This fight required no weaponry or armor, it would rely on skill in martial arts. Opithar’s chosen form was considered reserved by Hater standards, it showed in the moves he was performing before the fight.

The gallery held a few priests and church faithful, it was always a spectacle when Hater priests stopped talking and decided to settle differences by means of combat. Duels to the death where typically reserved for competitions for the highest offices in the church though.

The hour was approaching, and Beckintroh made his entrance. He was short and squat, his bare arms covered in religious iconography. His face was flat featured and fixed with the sort of determination that made it look to be cast of steel. Opithar knew his style, this was a competition of skill, not strictly strength. The Priest knew his opponent would fight quite aggressively, it could be used against him.

“Brave of you to challenge and arena regular.” Opithar opened, it was meant as a compliment to the Warrior Priest’s resolve.

Beckintroh advanced to the beige combat floor, bathing himself in amber light. “Beating arena trash does not make you a warrior.” He countered.

Opithar advanced onto the floor, taking the traditional step of escalation by assuming his opening stance. “We shall see.” He stated plainly. The thoughts of his opponent were not clear, they were coiling and twisting, a move to throw off his attempts to influence them.

Beckintroh just assumed his stance, an aggressive one. The audience in the gallery awaited the first blows. They did not have to wait long, the first few moments were dedicated largely to reading the opponent, probing attacks and such to gauge the reflexes and defense of the opposition. Though Beckintroh was the first to launch a proper assault, it was Opithar how scored the first blow. The next few seconds were a swift exchange that ended with Beckintroh succeeding in pinning one of Opithar’s arms. The Priest dislocated the arm to get the range of motion to counterattack, forcing the Warrior Priest to the opposite side of the arena.

Opithar popped the joint back into place. It was a trick he had learned from eldian martial artists, it had its uses and meshed well with Hater fighting provided the initial ability was present. It wasn’t long until Beckintroh was back on the offensive, Opithar was letting his opponent miss and blocking some blows. Though when the opening presented itself, he landed the blow.

Beckintroh collapsed to his knees, gasping. Both combatants were sweating profusely despite their training. “Yield, Warrior Priest.” Opithar offered. Beckintroh promptly attempted to remind Opithar what he thought of surrender, and was quickly sent back to the floor. “You fought well, yield. Do not force me to embarrass you.” Opithar warned.

Beckintroh yielded a broken response. “Very…., well… I…. yield.” He took the time to recompose himself, rising to his feet of his own accord. “Perhaps I should spend less time doing administrative work and more time fighting arena trash.” He said with a minor undertone of bitterness.

“If you can put aside our differences, I may be able to teach you a few moves. And besides, my wife is looking to keep me out of the arena.” Opithar remarked, saluting his opponent for a fight well fought.

“I’ll be sure to look for an opening.” Beckintroh responded, returning the salute.

The two combatants left the arena without another word. The eldians among the church faithful were left to consider the somewhat strange nature of politics within the church.

OOC: So I started with a CoTH post, sue me.

OOC: When word of the schism reaches Starfall - whether through official or unofficial channels - someone is going to be very, very disappointed indeed at such a brazen betrayal...

Rebellion Pt. 1
An explosion would rock the office of North Dictoria's chief of police before an officer bursts in

"What the hell was that?" The chief would ask

"An attack on a military checkpoint sir. The offenders tossed some sort of explosive." The officer would respond

"Surely they can't win against the North Dictorian military." The chief would say confidently as gunfire echoed in the background

"Well sir, the attack going on outside at the bridge checkpoint is being attacked by organized and trained soldiers. The downtown checkpoint is also under attack and even a few other places across the main island.

"I want as many officers as we have not on patrol sent to relieve the downtown checkpoint. Reroute the officers on patrol to help defend against the nearest attack."

"Yes sir." More gunshots could be heard outside, mixed with the noise of sirens and military officers giving orders.

The Chief of Police's phone would ring. The chief picks it up "Hello?"

"The Supreme Leader orders you to his palace for a meeting." A deep voice would answer

"Of course, I'll leave immediately" The Chief would go his car, which was far enough away from the bridge that the attackers didn't notice him. He would drive to the Supreme Leaders' palace and arrive in the meeting room, where the Supreme Leader, top army generals, the city's mayor, and a few others were waiting for him as he sat down.

"As you all know, there's been attacks on military checkpoints across the main island. In total, 7 were attacked at almost the same time. The rebels were organized. It seems that they had a clear chain of command and had a plan. this was no random attack. The chief of police has dispatched officers to assist the military in defending the checkpoints of course. Once the Chief's officers arrived, the outcome of the battle was obvious and the remaining rebels fled to an unknown location. I believe the necessary course of action is clear. The ministry of propaganda should make it seem as though everything is fine and the rebels are defeated, the police must beef up the checkpoints, and the army and police combined should start looking for the rebels." One of the generals would say

"7 checkpoints?!? How did we let this happen? How does a rebellion even have the manpower to pull this off? We need to crush it immediately. I think it's likely that they will have fled to the countryside to escape police patrols. I say that we should assemble a task force of our most capable police and soldiers to hunt down the rebels in the countryside. In the meantime, my police will be ordered to quash any support for the rebellion and increase surveillance to prevent this from happening again." The chief of police would say.

"I believe the chief of police is correct. We must quash this rebellion and any support for it. These rebels will reduce our glorious nation to anarchy and ruin. Don't make the crackdown open to the public, however. We need the people on our side. Have the propaganda ministry make the rebels look horrible when compared to the current government. Make the people believe that the rebels must be destroyed. If the public is against them, they can't increase in size or replace members that are KIA'd or captured. Supreme Leader Jong-Su Jong Choi would say.

Everyone at the table would nod in agreement with the Supreme Leader's proposal.

The meeting was adjourned and the chief of police would be the first to leave. He had work to do if he was to crush this rebellion.

War Room, Classified Location

A heap of brass and a few politicians were huddled around the central display, the atmosphere was deadly serious. It was a matter of such importance that it had forced one of the top officers of the Foreign Intelligence Service out of the shadows.

“Are we certain the security breach was the Security Officer of the transfer team?” Inquired Odon Davou, Secretary of the Navy.

“Commander Konda reported it as such, the evidence at the site pointed to that as well, Sir.” Replied Drevlin Ahres, the general that had been in charge of the transfer of the virus.

The FIS Director – known only as Mr. Pike – was fiddling nervously with the sleeve of his ash grey uniform. “I had my people go back over the Officer’s files, we found nothing to indicate any vulnerability to bribery, and given the level of involvement of this officer, extortion or blackmail doesn’t quite fit. Though we did uncover a disposition towards brooding behavior, he may have been nursing these thoughts in private.”

While no one considered the director to be particularly trustworthy, but the situation and the demeanor of the director told them there was no sleight of hand to be concerned about. None of them had time for games anymore.

Huwe Nusu, Secretary of the Army brought her concerns to light. “It is troublesome that this man passed the checks special projects imposes on its recruits. But a matter for another time. Mr. Davou, has the navy turned up any additional leads?”

“Minor things, I’ll let the Admiral take over.” Davou responded.

Unir Ackushi laid out the state of affairs in short order. “The thieves were a well-armed special forces strike teams equipped with heavily armed automata and explosives. Their transport into their undetermined drop zone was a freighter, Puparisus registry, made to look like a hijacking. The escape vessel of the team is suspected to be a submersible craft, else it would’ve been discovered by our maritime patrol aircraft. The state of the ship as it was found in addition to the suspected escape vehicle seems to indicate that prior preparations were necessary.”

“In other words, it wasn’t a hijacking.” Ahres summarized curtly. “And what of the nations that operate ships with Puparisus registries?”

“Not many do.” The admiral responded. “Grossschwaben is known to operate such ships, and Vespergale does seem to be the only other nation with formal relations with the nation.”

“Could it be Despoticania meddling in our affairs again?” Nusu suggested. “A backwater nation is a good cover for these operations.

“To what end?” Ahres countered. “It would be contrary to their actions to mend relations between our nations, they would have no need to risk their progress by stealing something they don’t need – we know they got nastier weapons in their arsenals – and they would not embarrass themselves with such ungainly scrap heaps of machines. Besides, this strike was not in their style, it’s execution was less than optimal and almost went sideways. No, it was not Despoticania.”

“Vespergale?” Someone motioned, it was quickly silenced, the Vespergalian navy was using Veradacian shipyards for their planned expansion, they wouldn’t risk their contracts. Besides, the machines were not vespergalian design.

“The evidence is most in support of Grosschwaben being the culprit of this strike.” Ackushi pointed out. “The design of the machines betrays inexperience in the matter of mechanized soldiers, the strike aligns with their straight forward and brutal tactics, as does the slaughter of the freighter crew. We also know they pursue a WMD program.”

The only thing that was surprising was the audacity of the Swabians. “Then we have our target.” Pike said, his agency had drawn up a list of suspects the second they heard of the strike, they had come to the same conclusion. “With it in the hands of the Swabians this is more than a national emergency. The fools will likely murder themselves with it.”

“Under normal circumstances that would be something to celebrate, but not now.” Davou stated solemnly. “I’ll notify the Executor, she’ll issue the directive to the VIEF to increase orbital reconnaissance of Grosschwaben. We’ll have a site to send our special forces in to investigate.”

“We’ll be on the lookout for BSL-4 facilities.” Pike pointed out. “Though I would not put it past the Swabians to cheap out and put it in a BSL-3 facility.”

“We’ll level the whole place with thermobaric warheads if we have to.” Ahres was dead serious in that remark. Something indicated he would be willing to task bombers to level the site once confirmed, consequences be damned.

OOC: Grossschwaben

OOC: Map updated.

Rebellion Pt. 2

Gunfire could be heard all over the town as North Dictorian and Rebel forces clashed while a captain was giving his troops orders in a barn
"I want group A to try and flank the rebels. Draw their attention away from the main street so that groups B and C can launch an assault on where the enemy is positioned. Group D will wait for the possibility that the rebels repel the attacks of groups B, C, and A in which case I will lead Group D against the worn-out rebel soldiers. Understood?" The Captain would say.

"Yes Sir" The group of men would reply in unison

The rebels had used cars and debris to build a sort of barricade/fortress that they could defend from. Group A attacked the side of the rebel positions but were quickly repelled by the rebels. Groups B and C made their push and managed to kill a good amount of rebels and make some progress before being forced into a stalemate.

"Captain, enemy forces seem to have occupied several houses and have begun leaving their pile of cars and concrete chunks." A soldier would report to the Captain

"Good, order groups B and C to push forward while group A begins to sweep streets and houses. Let the police lead in storming the houses as they are probably more used to firefights in enclosed spaces than our soldiers." The Captain would respond

"Yes Sir."

"I'll personally lead group D in their own hunting." They Captain would add right before the soldier left

The Captain would lead group B into a house, clearing the kitchen, upstairs, and living room before moving into the basement.

"Captain we are moving into the basement of the house will radio when clear." One of the soldiers radioed the Captain, who was upstairs with 5 soldiers

a few moments would pass before gunfire was heard from the basement "NOT CLEAR NOT CLE-" The radio cut to static

"Move to the basement, you have permission to shoot on site." The Captain would say

They moved down two flights of stairs before reaching the basement door, which was closed. Soldiers took up position on either side of the door before the Captain kicked the door open and moved in. Gunfire lit up the dark basement as the soldiers cut down 6 rebels. Everything was quiet for a moment before 3 more shots were fired. One slammed into the Captain's shoulder and the other two hit him in the leg.

"Ack!" The Captain would yelp before falling to the ground. The remaining soldiers cleared the basement and the rest of the house before carrying the Captain back to the barn.

"We need a medic over here! The Captain was hit while we were clearing a house." A Soldier would say before two medics rushed over and started treating the Captain.

"Give me a report on the current situation." The Captain ordered, his voice a little weak

"A good amount of the houses have been cleared between us and group A. The rebel casualties are around 30-45 while our casualties sit around 9 dead and 15 wounded. The rebels are decently armed and we believe the remaining rebels are hiding in a farmhouse on the edge of the town. Groups A and C are moving to clear it and end this. I pulled up a report and it seems similar situations are happening in 4 different small towns around the country. I put in a request for armored support on our next assault as well as a possible fighter or two. However, multiple requests like this are coming in across the nation plus the increased military security on the Main Island make it unlikely we will receive armored or air support by the next battle." The Captain's second in command would support

"Well, the top generals and the Chief of Police will likely want to see me and the others who lead the first missions for our reports. I can put in a request while I'm there. For now, however, have people tend to the wounded, make sure the dead are treated properly, and bury the rebels instead of dumping them in a ditch." The Captain would reply

"Yes Sir."

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