[003,0K] Kotunga

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In a planet set on over 100 sides by war....things are....unusual. (//wip)

Kotunga

No mercy, no remorse, it's always been this way, and it hasn't ever stopped, gangs and tribes come and go, but in the end all there is on this planet is war. Ever since the planet was found my human criminal organisations as a way to dump unwanted prisoners or keep high up mob bosses secure this planet is well known as a seething dirty pit of crime and chaos, everyone fights for "freedom" while other nations fight for good.

Colonies on this planet have always been attempted, the planets south-eastern coast is littered with rich agricultural grounds while the north has large underground deposits of trapped Helium-3 gas, the middle of the "Civilized Peninsula" has rich oil and natural gas reserves, this can only be topped by the gold and diamond mines in the south western areas.

To the Northwest exists the unknown, the deep thick snow of the mountains cannot be inhabited by the simple stolen technologies of the criminals, and as such, remains undiscovered, with only few knowing what really exists up there, many say fields of green, that only get warmer the further up you go. Some call it lies, some call it miracle, some call it simple science as that would be the northern most point of the planet.

And so the war continues on daily, the few and lucky who arn't affected live in desperate poverty. Out of the ashes of the fighting and internal turmoil a few groups show the most "order" if you could call it that; here are some of the most famous groups that have come and gone:

Known Kotungan Factions:

Hinsātmaka's Tribe (HT) (Scattered, Broken and Destroyed)

With their HQ in the Canoofaqee Heartlands, they were originally farmers, until the civil war affected their land and living. Since then they have taken to the streets in uprising in order to overthrow the government and fight for their freedom. Their history dates back to its founding by Nwarti, chief farmer of their tribe, they were skilled in farming and agriculture, but any such traits are now long gone or mixed into other tribes as a result of the slavery civil war. Their fall was their over emphasis of their capital turf, so many men were transfered and lost in the continent before the battle was over that their lands were defenseless, they are once of the biggest contributors to the badlands gangs.

Mohmar "Deathstrike"s Militia (MDM)

Originating from the Minu Islands, Commanding from Al Akar, owning the Helium 3 and descending from Arabs; these men are speculated to be some of the fiercest fighters on the planet. They are believed to be fearless, however this is merely a facade as the real reason to this "bravery" is the long and over-usages of mind numbing drugs. They gain most of their money through the selling of narcotics to Havoc Terrorists who then sell them across the cosmos. Zambeezeey, is speculated to be a higher effective substrate cross compound mix of LSD, PCP, Cocaine, Heroin and Adrenaline, this induces not only an out of body experience but an excess of energy and fearless attitude and sometimes even libido. Mohmars "Surge" was immensely successful for his clan, building a fearsome army and cultivating mass resources.

Manari Freedom Militia (MFM) (Surrendered)
Residing in the continents capital, El Manar, they were Led by Ibicarno. Renowned for their never-ending quest for freedom, even though they are currently the government they refuse to believe they are truly free until the last rival tribesman or gang member is dead. Literally Ignorant in the face of death, have never admitted defeat, despite losing the most in the war. They continue to lose many men in foolish machete charges towards enemy cities. When their capital was invaded and party destroyed their losses were too high to keep regiments in line, their troops simply broke down and joined the armies of those who they were fighting, adding to the chaos.

The Free Liberal Fighters (FLF)

Operating their campaign from the north most part Western Rica in a village called Speti Village, originally the police force of the planet before the civil war. When the war saw the economy shut off completely and supplies run low, they fought to uphold in their own name. With a strong of sense that they uphold their version of the law, this includes allowing FLF citizens to commit crimes while others can't. Despite being created before the LFF they are the smaller of the two and ones bearing jealousy.

The Liberal Free Fighters (LFF)

Also in Western Rica, however in the south, these men live in a shanty town known as Leto Village. Originally the engineers union of the planet, in charge of basic supplies, when they shut off the power and water to the city it became a symbol to the people that they must fight for their own freedom in the LFF name. Simply due to the fact that they have the only knowledge of mechanics on the planet, they are the envy on many tribes, particularly the previously created FLF, who have a blood feud with them.

The Freedom Fighters of Liberty (FFL)

Yet again, in Western Rica, these men are the result of the malcontent on both sides, armed with a nuclear weapon without arming codes they present themselves as a major threat and should be treated as such.

The Peace Militia (TPM)

Having captured El Fawsan City and its associated port, Zambay, these psychopathic killers have gained a foothold in the war in terms of numbers, weaponry, trade and shipping. Contrary to their name, they are anything but peaceful. Most followers of this gang fail to reach above their 30s. They vow the days that they restore peace their bloody massacre will end.

Since the breakdown of their neighbour tribes they have taken much land, and as a result their numbers and capability have become huge.

Maku'qe Freedom Rebels (MFR) (Pushed Off Land)

With nowhere to really call their home; these people land on the shores and ports shooting left right and centre, some say they came from the north, others say from the sea to the east, but one thing is clear, they are not friendly.

Mohmarian Radical Separatists (MRS)

Owning a huge stake in the badlands, these men are fanatical, although Mohmar does not know them, they know Mohmar, they surfaced during his Surge but they united in a general animosity for Mohmar's perception of freedom and wish to end his cause.

Kommando Bandits (KBB)

Often describes as "Land Pirates" these men are hated even by the Peace Militia, they have absolutely no goal but to shoot people and blow houses up. They wouldn't be a problem apart from the fact that these men are better than most trained government marines.

The Havoc Mercs (THM) (Disbanding and Forming into the AA Government)

Trading from Port Maly, They are the only ones with sustainable interstellar flight craft, 5 tourism ships, usually used to transport men. They trade on behalf of the planet. They trade slaves, gold, diamonds and narcotics for weaponry and even news about the universe, as they are the only ones who seem to care about alien life on the cosmos. They were the first to have plans for a government on Kotunga, when aliens arrived they were swift to attack the mainland and overthrow the government.

The Archer Administration (AA)

Led by Jaro Kamin, designed to create a government by the people, for the people. Havoc endorses this government and protects it in the capital as it attempts to rebuild the state, it takes the rough edge off the racist Havoc soldiers, while the 10% white have most of the upper class jobs the children of the new era are getting the same education, and estimates are that the job market will level in 20 or so years.

Known Solomonian Factions:

Herod's Crusaders (HC)

A once shipwrecked colony, brute force ruled them, it crafted them into hardened warriors. Ruled by Herod, these men are hell bent on rapid dominance of the continent, with a strong army based on melee and strong leadership these men are ruthless in their ambitions and uninterrupted are capable of controlling the whole western part of Solomon.

Foxrose Vanguard

A faction based on a socialist vibe with an acknowledgement of individually. However this is not to say it isn't strictly authoritarian. The people in the faction elect their high command, the high command fields soldiers to train their citizens and protect their lands. The people live freely, within the boundaries of the Foxrose Commandments, in Foxrose, no-one gets in, no-one gets out, exceptions are rare, pure breeding is a huge focus, limited trade is allowed in and out of both the Hondove Cliffs and Ferma.

Taldovian Empire (TE)

Once owning all of Solomon under the self admiring King Solomon, who renamed the continent after himself, the original continental name has long since been lost in history. He was overthrown by his people and then abandoned, he was left to die however his legacy is carried on by his followers. They conquered his once traitorous population with remorseless brutality, they live in the land of the shadow, they have pushed west many times, every time getting closer to their goal of total domination, they leave nothing but chaos, fear and malice in their wake.

The Eastern Raiders (ER)

Once part of the great Taldovian Empire these, now independent sub factions now fend for themselves under Thug Markus, a brutal, stupid man who demands his respect only through fear and bloodshed.

Zentehk Tribe (ZT)

In the deep western jungles, a territorial alliance of nations owned under one tribe and people, they fear the modern expansionist policies and the technology that comes with it, they believe their elder spirits reside in the deep jungles and they will die to protect their sacred land.

Crestmore High National Army (CHNA)

An modern army of a modern nation, these men are well trained but carry the brutality that has been used against them for so many years. They can boast the most victories on the continent however this had made them ignorant in recent years and can allow other factions to win victories over their armies.

Laynevanian Resistance (LR)

The only faction, to still use calvalry, these men are nothing short of totally indoctrinated, psychopathic and suicidal. Using technology used in war over thousands of years ago. No-one has ever been able to break these men and they refuse to talk to any of their own, they have their own language, manly consisting of old slavic and grunts. Fueled on alcohol, steroids and the ethnically questionable Kevlar substrate injections, few of these men live past their 20s, rape, looting, incest and murder is rife within their own civilisation, making weapons for the pain factor out of rusty battle wrecks is pass-time hobby for many young Laynevanian boys. Due to their hardy lifestyle these men have hardened immune systems. Sentenced at 8 years old to kill anyone else that challenges them. Never leaving civil war in 120 years, both sides have learned to co-operate, while fighting, for the mutual disgrace of other nations. Their hatred of each other holds them together.

Known Malverdian Factions:

The Grand Fuego Administration

Owned by General Fuego, this island is under a dictatorship, the island is also a huge, hulking fortress. Built ontop of a seemingly everlasting supply of iron, lucrative trade bonuses for the island and the fact that half of the population - the male side, are in the army makes the island near enough impossible to conquer. The island itself is covered in AA, and there is only one beach, any form of landing on this island is utterly suicidal. Fuego is a man for taste, his Castello is an impenitrible fortress by the coast of Sao Linguano, intergalactic trade has provided the area with private security and shielding devices, point defenses and land based weaponry to ably defend the city.



A provided government map, as more is discovered, more will be added.

The Kono Lowlands



It is a relatively quiet area, it sees a hot climate and was an old holiday spot before the war, it's difficulties are presented in its tropical climate and humid conditions which are matched by its thick, lush palm jungles. Dew over the forest messes with many types of scanners and provides untrue datafeeds, amongst those difficulties are the beasts that now lurk within.



The Bazan Flats

Plain grassland with huge expansions, life seldom grows here apart from the odd fauna and flora, farming can be done here, and the crops that are produced are of good quality, but they are generally out-done by those sold from the conafaquee heartland.



Swarracor Coast

Home to some of the most notorious pirates, in short, shoot first, don't ask. This place is a shit hole, the most common sight to see is men in armored trucks driving around towns, shooting automatic rifles into the air, shooting women, men, children, and stealing children for recruitment to their cause, it was once a great trade port, and the tools to make it so are still there, but the ports, including the biggest one, Waddy, are HQ's for pirate gangs and high seas raiders.



El Saheim

Originally a city of lucrative trade, shore-side deals, and ravenous gambling this city was originally criminal, and the war made it worse, there were over 250 sub gangs in this city until the current Hinsātmaka's Tribe killed them. Is is regular to see sky-buses loaded to the brim and armored up, with men inside operating rocket launchers, AA missiles, dropping petrol bombs and creating mass hysteria.



El Fawsan "The Fortress"

It was one of the last cities to fall, mainly because the people stayed strong, the city is surrounded on all sides by strong concrete walls, there are holes in this wall due to the wars over the years, but any faction who holds this stronghold will not give it up without a fight, there is talk of unfound chemical weapons within bunkers underneath the city.



Almonia

This is the hardest fought area on the planet, by far. Millions if not billions have been killed here. It used to have over 6 cities, but the war reduced them to waste, bloody massacre led to bloody massacre as each of the warlords tried to claim what would ultimately be the currency of this planet during the days of the endless struggle: Diamonds. Any force, foreign or domestic will have to wade through landmines, physical walls, whole areas of warring militia. This area is truly where all 6 sides fight at some point or another.



Canoofaqee Heartland

An area of some of the richest soil in the galaxy, anything can be grown here, and it is home to some of the fastest fruiting planets ever, with the highest food output this land was taken by Hinsatmaka's Tribe in 4 weeks, they reside here and life is peaceful under them, less they get invaded by another tribe, the peoples children are normally stolen to be made into warriors of other tribes. Still, the trade coming out of this area is poor, as their coastal front has high cliffs and it is very hard to build trading spots among the harsh waves that last the high natural coastal walls.



Carno & Tingi Mountains

Deep within the mountains there are more diamonds, however these are protected by unknown tribesmen, these "unknowns" are speculated to be one of most powerful factions, owning deep mountain caves and have whole underground expansions. Diamonds, Gold and Oil are all within these mountains, and the mountains, while blocking other factions, provide a good moving ground for anyone brave, or foolish enough to attempt to conquer them.



The Manar Savannah

An old land, a land of natural wild life, and that most resembling Earth's Africa of old. Lions, elephants, giraffes, they exist here. sunny and orange by day, black and peaceful by night, luckily for the animals, all this area provides is space to build structures on. Water is here, timber is here, but nothing of real value. However many factions, colonists and invaders have used it as a staging ground to siege the Capital of the Planet : El Manar City.



El Manar City

A huge city, going above and beyond anything that could have been possible to build, half built skyscrapers litter the landscape, the city itself has split out of the river basin it was built on. It's even taken over 3 more basins, this makes the city extremely hard to conquer, with every faction owning at least a chunk of the city, and rebels owning others.



The Mwerti Swamp

In Old Kotungan (Before English became the norm) Mwerti meant death. The swamp is uncrossable without loosing life, many haunting symbols spell "You cannot go here." "You must not go here." "Turn back or die." Many strange, unexplained things have happened here. Stories say it used to be a land of rich grasslands, before the desert floods come in, this area is also affected by the tidal shift that floods half the continent every 2 years. Armies have fought here, leaving behind weapons to find, however sadistic, twisted snipers litter the swamp, picking off stragglers, lost children, traders.



Western Rica

Rica, where is Rica? Nobody knows, what they do know is that where they live is Western Rica, and that it's theirs, wait, who's? That is the most frequently asked question, Do the Liberal Free Fighters own it, or do the Free Liberal Fighters? One lives in the North, one lives in the South, they wake up every morning and can see the enemy village, and yet they continue to fight, has Alliance ever struck their mind? No. Why would it? Despite that this area contains old colonial nuclear weaponry, both factions seem oblivious to it and are only hell bent on killing each other out. Which hasn't happened because they seem to be expanding faster than they are killing eachother, only escalating the conflict.



The Faki Desert

A place of whistling, harsh winds, deceit and mystery. Huge beasts roam these deserts, Anacondas, Huge Scorpions and Massive Spiders being the most common, the spiders come to lay their eggs in the desert sands yearly. The desert is shaped like a huge, endless soup bowl. This disheartens explorers due to the fact that after crossing a huge flat of desert, they then look out over a huge bowl of dried trees and chaotic wild life. Many men try to cross these lands, hundreds of scramblers being the most common, with only 2 or 3 making it to the other side. Every 2 years however a huge tidal wave smashes the desert and floods the bowl, washing all the sand out to see and exposing the rockbed below, while this would uninterest some, it makes sea trade to the City of El Manar much easier from places like the Minu Islands and El Akar. However what interests the warlords is all the equipment of lost explorations it washes up. They scavenge and scavenge until they can take no more, but after 1 year they need to stop, as the spider threat returns.



Helious Coast

The bread basket of Kotunga, it has huge underground reserves of Helium-3 Gas. But it is treated as such, the only planetary defense exists here; Orbital Strike Missiles: They operate much like cruise missiles but they can only attack space objects, land mines, barb wire, bunkers, trenchs, they exist here and are attacked regularly, however their position on the desert means their only opposition is Mohmar Deathstrikes Militia and Pirates.



El Akar

Despite it's range from the rest of the conflict, this city is also in complete and utter chaos. Many blame the fact that the City port is accessible from other ports such as Zambay, Waddy, Minu and Maly, which is a infamous terrorist port.



Minu Islands

A relaxing, tropical, off shore wonderful set is islands. Well, that's what they once were, now they're home to fearsome amounts of drug zambeezay production, shipped off from the recently built Minu Port. Lastly, this is where Mohmar "Deathstrike" conducts his operations from, he never leaves his unknown fortress either, making him exceptionally hard to find.



Port Maly

Unknown

The Great North

Up here, what really goes on? Nobody knows, nobody has come back. Self proclaimed prophets say that up north and beyond a land of peace, where there is uncorruption and equal living space for all, the warlords, hearing this, have merely found another route to exploit and expand their empires, however this is running them into the ground do the harsh winter that freezes men to the bone, the wild wolves of the hills and the "Others" who really are they, what do they know and why are they here?

Solomon

Del's Falls

Huge, threatening cliffs with massive waterfalls on them. Cloud barriers are scattered on these huge hills, the speed of the water in the rivers in this area is powerful enough to rip skin from bone, the Hydroelectric potential of this area is immense.



Garworth

A lush, unforgving jungle that rapidly grows. An unexplained phenomenon, many vital pieces of equipment have been lost to this forest, only the mad or the foolish attempt to make bases here.



Yerno

A coast plauged by huge electrical storms, powerful enough to knock out battleships in the atmosphere, the storm clouds above here never clear, and many secluded factions live out here to avoid electrical detection.



Fretay

An area of lush grassland and a humid climate, home to nomadic tribes, this area is peaceful and untouched by the taint of technology.



Herod's Landing

A huge, monolithic mountain castle belong to the warlord of Herod's Crusaders, they conquer the mainland and rule from these carved hills, how these hills were made is unknown, but a ground assault on this area would be foolish if not suicidal.



Ashangri Forests

Huge, seemingly endless forests, with canopies so thick sunlight will not reach the bottom, horded with numerous beasts, unknown to Kotunga, flora and fauna in this region is completely unknown.



Ferma

As the name suggests and relates to in the english language, this land has been famed for its farming, however that time has come and gone, the use of archaic inefficient machinery has made this land nothing but a barren wasteland for raiders, scavengers and looters.



Ferrios

A land scorched by centuries of war, the only thing that keeps the fighting going is it's rich oil reserves, scattered black scorched sands litter the landscape and the now polluted coastline is hazardous for anyone to cross.



Foxrose Foothills

Small villages dot this landscape, a peaceful land, a peaceful land with a dedicated defense force, law under the people is strict, outsiders are strictly forbidden. They are ruled firmly by the Foxrose Vanguard.



Hondove Cliffs

Battered by north sea winds, this area is responsible for generating wind farming operations to power Foxrose Vanguard effort. These people are ruled by Foxrose, but borders arn't as strictly monitored, this is seen as the gateway to the Foxrose Foothills.



Woodwich

Lush grassland dotted with heavy rock formations, rich in underground iron but rich also in a surplus of bandits. This are is the first of the Western Nations to be hit by Easten Advances from the Bulwark Expansionists.



Laynevania

A desolate land inhabited by what would be known on earth as Slavic peoples. Due to their hardy lifestyle these people have hardened immune systems. At the age of 8 in many regions men are thrown into a pit of fire, the strongest will come out alive or everyone will be killed after 30 minutes. Never leaving civil war in 120 years, both sides vying for power have learned to co-operate, while fighting, for the mutual disgrace of other nations. Their hatred of each other holds them together.



Manrut Deposits

Gold, Oil, Helium-3, this place has none of it, it does however have an abundance of a strangely uncommon metal, platinum. These resources are known but untapped as the right drilling materials have never had enough time to set up. This is not to say however that the land has not been deeply scared in search of the minerals.



Crestmore

The dying empire of Crestmore used to own all that west of its borders, now it is nothing compared to its old self, a shadowed relic, but now is the time to strike, it has been grooming armies to takes back its eastern islands and conquer the eastern lands. Its people are primitive, possibly the last bastion of true medieval Christianity, their society is flawed and dotted with the mad, the insane and self proclaimed all knowing. These men bring religious relics into battle, most if not all soldiers are doped, they are sadistic, vicious, self-sustaining killers. Using hardened shields and short range fragmentation grenades as a common weapon, their tactics are unorthodox but almost always ensure maximum damage.



The Bulwark Zionium, Poric, Ja'Har, Stelos and Vangorn's Beard.

Out east there is a sub continent of horrible pain and death, its lands are hostile, its way of life unsustainable for mankind, home to the wicked, the cunning and the cruel, only ingenious methods of terror, destruction and torture let empires carve their own. This huge nation was once fueled by the alliances sandwiched in between it, and mount glory, these remnants of the Taldovian empire now all vie for control of this huge landmass, not that is is particularly filled with anything, apart for geothermal gasses.



Ancient Taldovia

The home of cruelty, the bane of malice, the dark heart on Solomon, this heart of its once crooked empire only lives to serve as a reminder that this civilization needs to be wiped out. Nothing is friendly in this city, gathering most of its power from the heat of the volcanic earth, it boasts a high population of 26 million people and it's armies train rigorously, while these men do not build their forces for anything in particular, almost yearly these men attack the other sub continents, often with great success.



Mount Glory

Home to some of the naturally occurring deadliest things on the planet, monsters, parasites and things crafted completely from evil, the rock the burns in this unholy chasm is sacredly valuable, this and the fact that the volcano has a huge underground deposit of tungsten.

[autist supreme]

The Capital : El Manar

The boy poked his head round the corner, it was blown off explosively, a stray round? It had to be, nobody was that good, not here. He lay there on the floor infront of Akoomba, his neck leaking blood onto where the boys head used to be.

The Alley wasn't an alley at all, it was a condensed wreck of a building that had recently been bombed, Akoomba was a 17 year old soldier in the Liberal Free Fighters, this was a simple raid on the capital, well, it was supposed to be. Nevertheless, he clutched his K-7 Assault Carbine In his hands, clutching the rusted and splintered wooden rifle in his hands, he defiantly ran into the hail of gunfire, firing the assault rifle above his head down the street. He was just about to make it when a bullet struck him in the knee, he fell down, tears streamed to his face as he tried to no avail to stifle his pain, suddenly his tattered combat webbing was clutched by a strong looking black man, he had his Rifle shouldered and was firing down the street, with his other hand he was dragging Akoomba, the other Alleyway across the road was nearly in sight, his dragger wore dark green combats, a ballistic vest, a bulletbelt and no head gear but a skateboard helmet. He wore aviators which made his eyes like mirrors, through the glasses Akoomba could see the chaos up the street, the enemy had a bulldozer, it was ramming toward their position, Akoomba was then dropped, he was focusing on the battle to stay awake, but then, he looked down and realized he was not just shot, but his leg was torn off, as red leaked into the alleyway he knew it was hopeless. He saw the remnants of his force, hurling grenades and gunfire at the men at the top of the street.

"This is Kwacha Seventeen, we are making our offensive, we are nearly at the top of the Carnoti Meat Market."

That was the last thing Akoomba heard before he blacked out in the alleyway crossing. He died that day a boy, 19 years old. His last rights would be a douse in kerosine and his last hymn would be either "fuck you" or "this is all that happens to the enemies of-" but, this was Kotunga, and it was routine.

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Carnoti Meat Market

He raised his pistol to the small boys head and pulled the trigger, the bullet went clean through, the pistol sparked a tad due to the un-lubriacted and poorly made metal on the slide. The man, who was wearing a explosive grenade bullet bandoleer and some sort of advanced body armor, turned round to his men. "Dees is what happen to all de peepol who try to kill Obay"

"But Obay," said another one of his recruits, standing in the corner or the darkly lit room. "That wasn't dey guy, dey guy, was not your nephew."

Obi frowned. "Are you sayeeing I just keeled ma fuckin nephew?!"

"....Yes."

Obi then raised his pistol and fired roughly 6 bullets into the man but by the 3rd he was shooting at the mans paste on the ground. He then screamed "Find me dah fuckah who tried to kill me!"

It was then that out of the crowd of the rest of his followers in the room that a machete came and split Obi's head at the top, killing him instantly. Within the crowd there was a complete change in leadership, with short range automatic rifles being shot in the the air. The excitement of yet another change was interrupted when their hideout wall was bulldozed down, the once cheering men were met by bright lights, dust, and a hail of all killing K-7 bullets.

[autist supreme]

"Quick, QUICK! Hurry!"



Before they could leave the small house, it blew up in a huge explosion, 6 men in 3 black and red jeeps drove past.

"This is Oscar - 17, target has been hit and we- OH SHIT!"

From behind the Havoc Terrorists came a huge hulking sky bus, flying low, its engines burning using fuel that was obviously too powerful for the primitive engine, RPG's, K-7s and light AA guns were being shot at them.

The 3 jeeps speed round the corner, the second one hovering on 2 wheels for a short amount of time before stabilizing and the third simply crashing, detonating all the C6 explosive stocked in the back.

"STEP ON IT BARNES, USE THE BRICK!"

The man known as Barnes, wearing the balaclava, some blue plumbers overalls put a breeze block on the floor of the jeep that was loaded with guns. The vehicle gunned out of the city road onto a half built highway.

The bus seemed to be destroying everything around the jeep, the front jeep suddenly drove over a landmine and exploded violently one man jumped out of the back to the second jeep, he failed, and was run over by his fellow terrorists then shot at from the "battle-bus"

Barnes, the driver who had let the brick take over, was suddenly operating the steering wheel like a madman, using the rear view mirror to dodge incoming RPG fire. It didn't help that they were about to drive through a Almonian shanty, the corrugated iron greeted them as poorly as the hail of bullets that poured from them.

"Ugh, Matt?"

"NOT NOW BARNES!"

"Matt I really think you should."

"For fucks sake WHA-"

Matt got his head shot clean off by a round that looked too big for even the small jeep, the battlebus was then shot in one of its back boosters, it spluttered and coughed, seeping black clouds of gas before crashing into a village, exploding violently.

"Fucking hell!"

Barnes ducked below the armored door and steered avoiding the houses, his windscreen splattered with entrails as he smashed into a small child running for cover, he took out his magnum and fired it behind him. There was a high pitched revving sound as from the top of a shack came 2 scramblers, then 3 more, then another 3, leaving him at a grand total of 8.

He went to get it radio, he was talking into it before it was shot out of his hand, causing him to lose 3 fingers in the process. He screamed in pain, the blood from his fingers coated the wheel in a red pulpy mess that made it all the harder to steer the jeep.

The jeep rammed through a shack at the end of the road, going utterly through it, smashing into the family that were eating inside it. He could see the Bazan flats, he was nearly out of Almonia, he could see only flat land, so he left the brick on the pedal and got out of his seat, with one hand he shot at the scramblers shooting at his car, he was certain his two back wheels were popped, the wind coming toward his was immense, he wrapped his leg into his seat belt to make sure he didn't get knocked out of his car, to fall out here would be a fate worse than death, his magnum fired its 6th bullet and clicked empty, he scanned the bottom of the jeep, 6 scramblers to go. Out of the remaining guns he had, the best was a grenade launcher.

He picked up the mechanical beast and started to fire automatic grenades, explosions of orange yellow and arterial red clouded his vision, before long the scramblers were nothing but a distant view of rising black smoke, he was about to get back to the wheel when the jeep began to slow, the engine cut. Barnes cried in anguish.

"No no NO, don't do this to me!"

It became immediatley he was out of fuel, in the Bazan flats. The nearest port that wasn't in El Fawsan was the other fucking seaboard. He was fucked.

[El Wood]

El Manar Savannah

There were 30 of them, walking down the hill, K-7s held high, the silence of the rising sun was met by horrified screams and mass panic, it was an unarmed refugee camp today, a shanty town yesterday, and a burial tomorrow.

The bullets ripped through the white tents at the bottom of the valley, the blood of innocent women and children sprayed across the sheets. A small child made a run for it, a mother tried, to no avail to bring it back into the safety of the village that was being massacred, it didn't matter, they would die either way. A 4x4 caught up to the child and the mother, it cared 8 or so tall teenage boys, wielding machetes. The mother dived on top of her child but it made no difference, they were both left bleeding out in the fetal position.

The small camp was stained in blood as the sun was rising in the sky, the screams soon died out, these refugees were merely game for the Peace Militia, they had no fight to pick with the refugees, they just called it sending a message. A message to who?

[Chief]

A transmission is sent to all available comm centers of any faction residing on Kotunga. It appears traceable to a faraway ship. Perhaps a nearby fleet?

"Attention, residents. This is The People's Military speaking. We have come to offer our help to the rightful conquerors of this land in return for the various resources this planet contains. We come with well-trained soldiers in great numbers and with advanced tech and equipment, together with all sorts of mechanized tools of war. We would like to receive immediate notion of he who believes himself and his faction to be the true rulers of Kotunga, and what he wishes to give in return for our help.

Thank you."

[autist supreme]

A few radios would return signals, then a few more, then some more after that, until hundreds of thousands of signals all pop up.

++ Oh yes, dat's me, I'm dey leada. ++
++ You got ya man right here im da leader ++
++ FUCK YOU, I KEEL YOU! ++
++ Dis is Obay Sanjaro, I lead dey Liberal Free Fighta's++
++ ALLAHU AKBAR! ++
++ Free Liberal Fighta's are dey best! ++
++ NO PLEASE! *TKTKTKTKTKTK* *KZZZZK*++
++ You wanna buy some Zambeezay? ++
++ HADAKUAH ELMHA ESMA SHEIKUH ++
++ Hey, these guys must be clueless or lost! *Connection Cut* ++

[autist supreme]

They appeared, first on the horizon, then zooming closer, Mohmar's ships, Inflated speed boats. They were a long way from home but they were armed to the teeth, 60 soldiers landed on the beeches and ports of the Swarracor Coastline. Fishermen are the first to notice, they sprint back to the land but most of them are gunned down brutally. They landed on the beach, shooting civilians and watchmen of the beach with their C-45 Assault Rifles. It is a matter of minutes before they are in the port town of Waddy.

The men enter the streets. Shouting and proclaiming their right as owners of the town.

[El Wood]

-SNIP-

[El Wood]

The shots are heard, and Hinsātmaka's Tribe responds. The 100 on call territorial militia drop their cards,drink the rest of their ale, grab their guns and sprint from the barracks to the streets. They run through the Bazaars and alleys screaming to citizens to hide in their homes. The invaders where spotted in the high street of the town. The troops run wildly while firing their K-7 Assault Rifles towards the enemy in a blind fury.

[autist supreme]

The Arab soldiers hear the screams, their force splits 50/50, half of the men stay behind cars, rubble, building windows and even street lamps while the others draw scimitars and charge into the tribal men.

[El Wood]

Scimitar meets bayonet as the too crowds meet. 25 Militia break off from the charge force to flank around the gunners that are taking cover behind the main fight. Blood stains the sand filled streets,as men shoot, stab, and brutally murder one another. Wounded soldiers of the native militia crawl away from the battle but are picked of with the accurate fire of Mohmars troops.

[autist supreme]

Mohmar's men in the center of the melee slowly win over against the tribal warriors, more soldiers from the back line draw scimitar and join the Frey. The sword proves to be all too effective against the bayonet, dispute this they loose roughly 10 men to friendly fire and 20 men to enemy casualties, they inflict 70 casualties, with 5 running away. Mohmar's soldiers walk the street pavements, stabbing, stamping, and looting the bodies.

[Chief]

2 battleships and a cruiser appear in the system. Their weapons are not powered. They appear dull-grey and unmarked.

"We've decided who the true ruler of Kotunga is. We'll use the island of Wolvay as our base of operations in this region, and its people will remain safe from harm. Please do not interfere and await further contact attempts."

And with that, one of the battleships lowers itself down to the planet. It enters it atmosphere, before its hangars open, displaying a magnificent show of drop -and gunships swarming towards the island of Wolvay. The people of Wolvay would be able to seek contact before landing.

[Spud]

Meanwhile on the edge of El Fawsan city in a wooden run down shanty shack, a built man steps away from an old radio placed on top of a table in the centre of the shack. He stands quietly for a few minutes thinking about the orders that he has just recently received before picking up his rifle and opening up the shack door.

As he opens the shack door he is greeted by the hot humid air of El Fawsan city and the smell of blood and bullets. His presence is noted and he is soon approached by a tall stocky black man with physical features the exact opposite of his. “What did da man say”? The stocky fellow asks as he approaches “Are da other tribes ready to attack”? The built man nods at his question and with a slight grin he says “We are man…getz ze boys ready, we are attacking doe’s pig fuckkaz on da other side of the city”.
His reply is met with a shout of happiness and gun fire from the stocky man and soon other fighters join in as they know that the militia is going to war…well another war at least.

[autist supreme]

Wolvay, for a start, was on fire, the town was burning. The Peace Militia would be shooting civilians in the streets, and salting the earth to deny any Wolvayans farming abilities. In the port side town this raid would be blindingly obvious and coming from Port Zambay.

[Chief]

One shiptype stands out from the swarms of gun -and dropships. A larger, grayer, thicker, and more equipped version of the others. As the swarm closes in on the town, loud claxons emit a simple message.

"Militia, cease fire and leave Wolvay immediately or face the consequences. This is your first and final warning."

[autist supreme]

A man ontop of a wheeled truck, takes out a megaphone, and raises a bloodstained machete, he then speaks into the megaphone, pointing the machete at the men, his militia scarper into huts and houses, continuing their bloody pillage, their leader, atop the truck, then shouts:

"IF YOU COM ALIEYAN MAN, AM GONNA FOKIN KILL YOU!"



With this said bullets and red tracers fly toward the sky, some of the rounds look to be rather dangerous as they skim past the aircraft. On the ground men with shoulder fired weapons are seen to be unloading ordinance at the assault crafts.

[Chief]

Without further ado, the well-organized formation of gunships unleashes their torment. Not just bullets and explosives: but napalm and nerve agents. The entire town would be engulfed within these deadly substances, their fate likely sealed. It appears the alien invaders have little mercy for the militia: napalm and nerve gasses are amongst the most painful and unethical weapons known to the galaxy.

However, this does not come without loss. While quite a lot of gunships are hit by bullets and other types of ammunition, their armor and shields seem to have little problem with deflecting the simple technology. However, the explosives seem to have more effect. 2 gunships are fatally hit by the various armaments, one crashing into the sea and exploding shortly afterwards, while the other explodes mid-air, its remnants landing on the shore.

[autist supreme]

A Peace Militia scout at the end of the battle sees the distant fighting, and screams into his radio "Get da masks, get da masks, GET DA MASKS"

"What? Why?"

"And we gon' need biggo guns, much biggo."

The Peace Militia that didn't immediately die, roughly 5% of combatants, would run to boats which would then be seen high tailing it back to another city on the mainland, these wooden boats however would also be shooting at the dropships with much the same armaments just in less amounts.

[autist supreme]

The Arabs cheer, they'd won afterall, the only thing left were dead bodies and piles of guns.

The cheers were interrupted by a sergeant.

"Stop slacking you dogs, the enemy will be here in moments and in greater numbers no doubt, prepare to defend yourselves!"

With this there is a wild scarper and every available man sets about bringing defensive materials from the shores they landed on to the front line. They set up in the town hall - a sandstone building, they block the streets with barb wire, they set up mortar positions, and they transmit details about where they are to their home area, they had finally worked out they were in the Swarracor Coastal Region, which was now under the control of Mohmar Deathstrike.

[Chief]

The gunships, reflecting the flickering destruction they'd caused on the town of Wolvay, would fire major barrages of gunfire and rocket propelled grenades towards the escaping combatants. However, if they get to close to the port, they'd leave them be and return to the island.

At Wolvay, the various amounts of dropships allow their inhabitants to zip down, deploying unto the once-populated area, now filled with dead bodies, either burned or gassed. They commence a systematic cleaning run: disposing of the bodies in the sea, letting every single one of them drift towards the Militia HQ: Port Zambay. Disgusting and amoral as it may be, it would send a perfect message.

The 'disposal' would take quite some time, but there's no doubt the intruders/saviors would set up shop on Wolvay once they were done with it.

[autist supreme]

Only one boat, if you could call a plank of a blown up boat a boat, made it back, 3 men got off it, one of them had seen it all.

He was quickly taken from Port Zambay into the heart of El Fawzan, he was put before none other than Obi Sanjaro himself.

"Who de fuck did thees to you? I wanna know, I wanna fuckin know, tell me or I keel you. I keel, I kill yo wife, I put your baybay in microwave!"

"OBAY, It was dey aleyans!"

"Aleyans?"

"Aleyans."

"Fock, we betta act queek, I want ma fuckin rockett lawnchas pointed to the sky real fast. Call all our boyz back from dey offensive, we got a war to be fightin. What about de island of Wolvay, do we still have it?"

"No....Obi...Aleyans landed on eet."

"AOH FUCK I FUCKIN KILL YOU!"

With this Obi takes out his pistol and blows the mans head clean off.

"Make sure dey don't fackin land, I keel you all if they do! Look at me when a fuckiin speak to you!"

The City of El Fawzan would prepare, uncovering its target-tracking skyfire missile launchers, rare as they may be, and some of them didn't even have explosives in them.

[El Wood]

Mortars flood the sky and ignite the town center in a frenzy of noise,explosions and confusion. The barrage ends after 2 minutes.

[autist supreme]

"Holy shit, HOLY SHIT! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"

Conversing comrades in the street were blown the pieces. The violent shower of explosions killed roughly 10 men.

"Get to cover! Shack up in the hall! machine guns at every window, block every door!"

[El Wood]

The war cries of 200 men are heard through out the entire town. The charge force run up the streets and avenues towards the town center.

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