[CONGO] Operation Peaceful Lion

[Kelly the Mad]

SECURE AND ENCRYPTED, FOR THE EMPEROR AND GOD​

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OBJECTIVE​	Secure the Republic of the Congo through force.​
DATE​	August 2001-​
LOCALE​	Congo Basin​
STATUS​	PREPARATION​

BELLIGERENTS​

IMPERIAL STATE OF THE CONGO ​ IMPERIAL CONGOLESE ARMY IMPERIAL CONGOLESE AIR FORCE IMPERIAL CONGOLESE NAVY SUPPORTING NATIONS --- ---

REPUBLIC OF THE CONGO --- --- ---

Commanders & Leaders ​

Omari Gowon (Emperor of the Congo)

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Strength ​

IMPERIAL STATE OF THE CONGO Imperial Congolese Army Kinshasa Operating Base 1st Division Motorized, 5th Division Mechanized, 8th & 9th Divisions Armored Fort Lestrange 3rd Division Motorized, 4th Division Mechanized Marine, 7th Division Mechanized Imperial Congolese Air Force Beta Field Charlie Field Delta Field Imperial Congolese Navy CNV Talwar, Airburst, Powder, Charge, Tracer Ta-Cv-99-19, Ta-Cv-99-20, Ta-Cv-99-21, Ta-Cv-99-22, Ta-Cv-99-23, Ta-Cv-99-24, Ta-Cv-99-25, Ta-Cv-99-26, Ta-Cv-99-27, Ta-Cv-99-28, Ta-Cv-99-29, Ta-Cv-99-30 Br-Hc-00-01, Br-Hc-00-02, Br-Hc-00-03, Br-Hc-00-04, Br-Hc-00-05, Br-Hc-00-11, Br-Hc-00-12, Br-Hc-00-13, Br-Hc-00-14, Br-Hc-00-15 CNV Kinshasa, Lubumbashi Congolese Non-Combatants --- TOTAL PERSONNEL: 79,628 ARMY: 76,012 AIR FORCE: 466 (No Helicopters) NAVY: 3,150

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Casualties & Losses ​

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[Kelly the Mad]

Salomé Yumba sat waiting on the ground floor of the imposing building known as Funga 001. Men in nice full suits drifted in and out of the elevators, a sense of importance around them, while others wearing dress shirts and slacks flitted around much faster, carrying loads of papers, laptops, briefcases, and drinks. Finally, after a very long period of waiting, two men in suits approached him and led him silently to an elevator. Using a hand-input code, as well as a swipe of an identification card, the elevator closed and moved upward. The floor level was not shown. The men had memorized a different code for each floor.

As the doors opened, they passed a reception desk, the man seated there giving a short nod before opening a mechanically operated look leading deeper into the complex. After a series of hallways and locked doors, they finally came to a dark, warm room with a single round wood table in the center and a few folding chairs surrounding it. There was a large mirror on one of the concrete walls, and another door on the other side of the room. Other than that, the room was bare. The men left him, and after what felt like ages of waiting, the other door would open and two men would walk into the room. One wore a white, pin-striped suit, the other a simple dark blue suit. Both had horrifically scarred faces. The man in the dark suit carried a suitcase. Upon sitting down, he would pull out a large array of documents.

The man in white would speak first. "What we have crafted for you, Mr. Yumba, is a series of documents and fabricated news reports which portray you as a fighting people's man who stands against the corruption of Congo-Brazzaville. We have fabricated stories of your fight against vicious officials who sicked police against you, and who committed acts of brutality which were swept under the rug. We have made you a hero. Now you will play the role of the outcast hero who, forced away by frequent beatings and assassination attempts, is going back to free your country. With our aid of course. We know you were born in Congo-Brazzaville, and so we know that you have good knowledge of the department of Likouala. We will use this to our advantage. We have raised several hundred fake identities, as well, which through the news and social media our agents will use to spread credibility for yourself. We have already begun this process. Now, all that there is left to do is act. We have troops at the ready. You will be our figurehead. Study up on your new background. You will need to answer reputably if you are asked any questions."

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After the meeting, his head spinning, Salomé was rushed out onto the street into a light rain. He had been handed a pistol, which was now stuck firmly on the inside of his jacket. As he moved about, a Special Police unmarked car followed him, filled with heavily armed agents, and Royal Lions gang members shadowed every street corner he passed. As he stumbled back to the simple flat he had rented independently from the government and opened his door, he was shocked to see several briefcases strewn across his table and an almost unrealistically large man sitting, his feet up on the backrest of another chair, smoking a thick cigar. An SMG was hanging from a shoulder strap by his side. He barely acknowledged him, standing dripping in the rain, water spilling out onto the floor. "You can call me Lwanga. Come in. I'm only here as your protector." Slowly, he came around and shut the door. He hadn't expected it going into the deal with the shady man who approached him weeks earlier, but now his life was in the hands of the Empire and its protectors.

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The port of Banana was chaos, no, pure pandemonium. Sailors dashed to their ships, running every which way, knocking each other down. Maintenance crews attempted to rush down and off the ships, while others rushed back on to take final checks on essential components. Armaments were loaded onto the vessels, and eventually, all departed in formation together. Talwar class Frigates were armed as follows: 24x Shtil-1 AA missiles, 8x Igla-1E short-range AA missiles, 8x VLS Klub anti-ship missiles, 1x 100mm naval gun, 2x Kashtan CIWS, 2x twin 533mm torpedo tubes (4x USET-80 torpedoes on Talwar, Airburst, Powder, and Charge, 4x SS-N-16 533mm ASW torpedoes on Tracer), 1x RBU-6000 ASW rocket launcher, 1x Ka-31 (Tracer carries 1x Ka-27PL instead). Tarantul class Corvettes will be armed as follows: 4x SS-N-22 Sunburn Anti-ship missiles, 1x quadruple Sa-N-5 air defense system, 1x 76mm gun, 1x Kashtan CIWS. Bora class Hovercraft will be armed with: 2x Pk-10 decoy rocket launchers, 2x Pk-16 decoy rocket launchers, 8x SS-N-22 Sunburn anti-ship missiles, 1x twin-launcher Osa-Ma AA missile system, 20 missiles in reserve, 1x Ak-176M cannon, 2x Ak-630 CIWS, 16x 9K38 Igla-M Shoulder-fired AA missiles, 2x 14.5mm machine guns, 1x DP-64 grenade launcher. Slava class Cruisers will be armed as follows: 12x Pk-10 decoy rocket launchers, 16x P-1000 Vulcan anti-ship missiles, 64x S-300F SAMs, 40x OSA-M Short-Range SAMs, 1x Twin AK-130 gun, 6x AK-630 CWIS, 2x RBU-6000 ASW rocket launcher, 10x USET-80 533mm all-purpose torpedos.

Bora Class Hovercraft would lead the formation, followed within one kilometer by the Tarentul Class Corvettes, followed five kilometers back by the Talwar Class Frigates, which would be organized with Talwar, Airburst, and Tracer forming up directly in front of the two Slava Class Cruisers, followed up directly by Powder and Charge. These ships would begin their voyage, heading directly to the point (-4.805837, 11.730805). Here, they would spread out into a looser formation, still holding the original shape, and blockade any naval traffic of the port of Point Noire. Any ships attempting to enter will be blocked, and any ship leaving allowed to leave but not re-enter. Congolese ships heading outward would be stopped and seized and an armed ghost crew transferred over. They would then be sailed back to Banana, where coastal patrol crafts will rendezvous and relieve the crew. Captured crewmembers of foreign nationalities will be questioned and allowed to leave, and the government paying for flights back to their home countries. Crewmembers of the vessels from Congo-Brazzaville will be held prisoner.

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The standard Congolese national news broadcast would be interrupted. A standard message and tune would play, an important announcement to be made in 15 minutes. Televisions across the country and those nearby would be switched to the channel. Finally, the screen would turn to two men standing behind a podium. The first to speak was Muhammed Onwudiwe. "My fellow countrymen. It came to my attention recently that a man named Salomé Yumba fled his native country of Congo-Brazzaville for our Empire. With him came dozens of his comrades. All were fleeing corruption, oppression, and assault at the hands of the Republican government of Congo-Brazzaville. They were advocating for years for a clean-up of government, and the government's response was to brutally crack down on their movement. In fact, we have been able to confirm that the Republicans even assassinated four of their numbers." Here, three pictures would run across the screen. One showed a man collapsed at a dinner table, a pool of blood around him, his face censored. Another showed two men, posed on their knees against a wall, their faces censored, pools of blood around them. The final one shows a man sprawled out facedown on the street, a woman over his body crying. All pictures were fabricated by the CBI. "So, after a deep investigation of the Republican government, we have decided it is unfit to continue to make the people of our twin nation struggle. We have here a poll we took within the country regarding the residing president, and found him to be held in great contempt by the nation he rules over with an iron fist. President Denis Sassou Nguesso is an illegitimate fearmonger, brought to power through a civil war. So, we have decided to support Mr. Yumba's bid for President. To Mr. Nguesso, you have one week to resign, otherwise Mr. Yumba's 'New Congo Party' will take power by force." The other man, identified by subtitles as Mr. Yumba, would Salute the Regent as he stepped back. He would then approach the podium. "Mr. Onwudiwe has said everything I could have wished and more. It is true. Republican media has fought to crimp down on my movement for peace and stability, all in an attempt to uphold his position as 'president' which he stole through illegitimate means. People of the Congos, East and West of the great Congo River, unite, and liberate yourselves and your brothers from tyranny!" Raising a fist, the broadcast would remain for a short time before cutting to footage of Congolese ships leaving port, sailors waving on their way out. The footage was archive footage and not up to date. It showed only a small number of coastal patrol ships.


ManBear

 

[ManBear]

Secured and Encrypted​

Operation Androcles/Operation Peaceful Lion​

Objective:	Repel Imperial Congolese Forces
Date:	August 2001
Locale:	Congo Basin
Status:	Preparation

Belligerents ​

Imperial State of the Congo Imperial Congolese Army Imperial Congolese Navy Imperial Congolese Air Force

Republic of the Congo Congolese Army Congolese Navy Congolese Air Force Ninja Militia Cobra Militia

Commanders and Leaders​

Omari Gowon (Emperor of the Congo)

Denis Sassou Nguesso - President of the Republic of the Congo; Commander Cobra Militia

Strength​

IMPERIAL STATE OF THE CONGO Imperial Congolese Army Kinshasa Operating Base 1st Division Motorized, 5th Division Mechanized, 8th & 9th Divisions Armored Fort Lestrange 3rd Division Motorized, 4th Division Mechanized Marine, 7th Division Mechanized Imperial Congolese Air Force Beta Field Charlie Field Delta Field Imperial Congolese Navy CNV Talwar, Airburst, Powder, Charge, Tracer Ta-Cv-99-19, Ta-Cv-99-20, Ta-Cv-99-21, Ta-Cv-99-22, Ta-Cv-99-23, Ta-Cv-99-24, Ta-Cv-99-25, Ta-Cv-99-26, Ta-Cv-99-27, Ta-Cv-99-28, Ta-Cv-99-29, Ta-Cv-99-30 Br-Hc-00-01, Br-Hc-00-02, Br-Hc-00-03, Br-Hc-00-04, Br-Hc-00-05, Br-Hc-00-11, Br-Hc-00-12, Br-Hc-00-13, Br-Hc-00-14, Br-Hc-00-15 CNV Kinshasa, Lubumbashi Congolese Non-Combatants --- TOTAL PERSONNEL: 79,628 ARMY: 76,012 AIR FORCE: 466 (No Helicopters) NAVY: 3,150

Republic of the Congo Congolese Army​ Brazzaville Garrison Pointe-noire Garrison Congolese Air Force​ Combat Air Wing​ Congolese Navy​ Pointe-Noire Garrison​ Cobra Militia​ ​ Total Personnel: 18,000 Army: 9,000 Navy: 800 Air Force: 200 Cobra Militia: 8,000

Casualties and Losses​

Losses	Wounded	Fatalities
6x BM-21 Grads 7x M-1939s 8x D-20s 3x ZSU-23s	168,000 Civilians	49,000 Civilians 1,980 Soldiers

 

[ManBear]

Denis Sassou Nguesso had seen combat his entire life. Being an African man living inside a colonial state within Africa afforded him that pleasure. He prepared for war with the Algerians and the French. He commanded men throughout his entire career from the elite Paratroopers brigade to the entire Army of the People's Republic of the Congo. He then went on to kick Massemba Debat and install Marien Ngouabi as President. Several Coup attempts happened and he squashed them. All of this happened before he became president. He then lived and survived through several other Coup attempts. He was African, he was Congolese, and he was going to fight. And if he had to, he would burn both nations down if he had to.

"Contact the Commanders of the Brazzaville garrison and the Pointe-Noire garrison. Tell them to conduct a full mobilization of my forces. Also send word to the commander of the Cobras. I will need them for the fight to come. See about getting ahold of Pascal Lissouba and Frédéric Bintsangou. See what we can offer them to enter into this fight on our behalf. Tell them it is better to align yourself with the enemy you know rather than the enemy you don't." The young male aide immediately went to work ordering phone calls to be made and for forces to mobilize.

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Troop Movements Ordered through Encrypted and Secured Means​

Brazzavile Garrison - Brazzavile, Republic of the Congo

The air raid siren sounded over the city as the Garrison forces, some four thousand men, were beginning to mobilize. Vehicles were inspected to insure they were operational and filled with fuel. Men would inspect their firearms to insure they were maintained and had enough ammunition for a fight. Each man would carry AKM rifles with six magazines of ammunition, two fragmentation grenades, and a smoke grenade. One man out of eight(8) would be armed with an RPG-7. One man out of eight(8) would be given a rocket pouch with five spare rockets of ammunition for the RPG-7. One man out of eight(8) would be given a RPK instead of an AKM. One man out of eight(8) would be given additional ammunition for the RPK in a pack. Once each man in the four thousand man garrison was accounted for and armed, they would be given their orders. Checkpoints throughout the city and a few miles outside of the city. They would establish barricades throughout at different intervals on the streets and differing streets. During the establishing of the blockades, which would consist of commandeered vehicles, old furniture, and tires, the forces would begin establishing perimeters and ambush sites.

One hundred men and two PT-76 tanks(each loaded with 24 x OF-350 Frag-HE, 4 x AP-T, 4 x API-T and 8 x BK-350M HEAT rounds) would move to -4.27132352, 15.30499043 under the cover of night. Once in position they would set up ten(10) M-41 Mortars and one(1) M-43 mortar(each stored with 100 rounds of HE Mortars), attached to the back of one of the PT-76 tanks while transitioning through the water. Once all positions were set up and a field of fire that encompassed the river, the men would work to disguise their position with brush and even cut down a few trees and place them in holes dug to provide cover for the unit from aircraft.

Four(4) ZSU-23-4 Shilka anti-aircraft guns(each cannon is loaded with 40x HE and 10x API rounds placed every tenth round w/ 2,000 rounds stored on board) would be stationed throughout the city of Brazzaville, utilizing warehouses to disguise their location until they were ready. Fourteen(14) M-1939 anti-aircraft guns(stored with 150 rounds of Fragmenting Tracer and 50 rounds of Armor Piercing) would be placed throughout the city, utilizing buildings and foliage to disguise their location from aircraft. Five(5) BM-21 Grads would be positioned in five different spots along the Congo River. Three(3) would be loaded with 9M22S rockets. The remaining two(2) would be loaded with 9M28F rockets.

Four(4) D-20 Howitzers(would be stored with 120 rounds of HE-frag, 60 rounds of incendiary, and 20 rounds of expendable jammers) would be positioned at -4.20049519, 15.21477408 with their firing tables set from N'Dolo Airport to Maya-Maya International Airport. Debris would be scattered around the howitzers and they themselves would be covered with tarps.

Each of the D-20 Howitzer locations would be guarded by ten men and a Mamba MRAP(armed with a 12.7mm M2 w/ 200 rounds loaded and four more boxes loaded inside the vehilce) to tow the guns away. Each of the M-1939 guns would be guarded by ten men and a BTR-152(armed with a 12.7mm DShK w/500 rounds loaded and two spare boxes loaded inside the vehicle)

Ten(10) Type 62 Light Tanks and one(1) PT-76 would be stationed in Mingali with a force of one thousand(1,000) soldiers along side fifteen(15) BTR-60s(fully armed), 14(14) AT105 Saxons(fully armed) and twenty-five(25) BRDM-2s(fully armed).

Three ammunition dumps would be set up at University Hospital of Brazzaville, Hopital de Talangai, and Porte Autonome de Brazzaville
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Pointe-Noire Garrison - Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo

Once again the air raid siren would sound over the city of Pointe-Noire, just like what was happening in Brazzaville. The four thousand men stationed in the Pointe-Noire garrison would mobilize just like their comrades in Brazzaville. They would inspect each vehicle, making sure they were in working order, and insure each vehicle was loaded with fuel and had adequate spare cans onboard. Each soldier would be equipped exactly the same as their Brazzaville brethren. Again they would be ordered to erect barricades throughout the city on varying streets and distances, again consisting of commandeered vehicles, old furniture, and tires. Forces would then begin establishing perimeters and setting up ambush sites. Except this time beaches would be blocked with cars, furniture, tires, and other objects intending on disrupting any amphibious landing operations.

Three(3) 2S1 Gvozdikas(fully loaded with HE and APHE rounds) would be positioned -4.83878724, 11.88142241 with firing lines directed towards the ocean and the impending amphibious assault. They would be stored inside the warehouse until they were needed to limit their ability to be spotted from the air.

Four(4) D-20 Howitzers(would be stored with 120 rounds of HE-frag, 60 rounds of incendiary, and 20 rounds of expendable jammers) would be stationed at -4.77683189, 11.82452578 with their firing tables set for encroaching ships. They would be stored under cover of erected shelters and tarps.

Five(5) M-46 guns and ten(10) D-30 guns would be emplaced at -4.87195812 11.89616530. The would be fully stored with HE, Incendiary, and smoke rounds.

Five(5) BM-21 Grads would be stationed along the coastline with their firing tables set for encroaching ships. All would be loaded with 9M28F Rockets.

Fourteen(14) M-43 Mortars would be stationed in a firing base at -4.80657515, 11.88066296. They would be stored with 100 rounds of HE mortars each.

Fourteen(14) M-1939 anti-aircraft guns(stored with 150 rounds of Fragmenting Tracer and 50 rounds of Armor Piercing) would be placed throughout the city of Pointe-Noire. Their positions would be obscured by debris and coverings to keep their position from being spotted from the air.

Four(4) KS-19 Anti-aircraft guns would be positioned along the coast line. Their positions covered with debris and coverings to obscure their location from the air. Each of their stations were loaded with two hundred rounds of AP-T rounds.

The remaining one thousand men of the garrison would be stationed in the nearby town of Bouvandji. Twenty-five(25) T-55s, fifteen(15) Type 59s, fourteen(14) ZFB-05s, and six(6) BTR-152s would be stationed with them. All would be fully fueled and loaded on ammunition.

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Cobra Militia - Enyelle, Republic of the Congo

Upon receiving orders from their commander, the Cobra Militia began mobilizing with the gifted 38 Marauder MRAPs, 14 Mamba MRAPs, 9 Panhard M3s, 15 BTR-60s, and 14 AT105 Saxons. The eight thousand men would split into four two thousand man regiments and descend into the Empire of the Congo under the cover of darkness. Utilizing the shallow river, at the height of dry season for the area, the Cobra Militia would cross the Ubangi River at 2.65689381, 18.35250829. From there the four groups would split up once reaching Imperial Lands. Cobra Regiment 1 would go north to Dongo, cutting any telephone wires, electrical wires, and sabotaging any cellphone towers in the area as they moves north. Once at Dongo they would begin doing what they do best. Pillaging, raping, and forcibly drafting people to their militia through threats of violence. Cobra Regiment 2 would proceed to Likwangbala and repeat the same process as Regiment 1. Regiment 3 would repeat the process at Guna. Regiment 4 would repeat the same process at Kake.

Each of these regiments were under orders to kill any man over the age of fifteen and recruit child under the age of fifteen as a fighting force.

Kelly the Mad

 

[Kelly the Mad]

As the Republican forces moved silently under the cover of darkness, the streets of Kinshasa remained dark and silent. Few people were out, mostly armed men, the city being too unsafe at that time for women and children. Some offices were still lit, but in general, the city was dark. At 0300 local time, the city turned bright, and every building in the city shook. 90 2S91 Msta, courtesy of the 8th and 9th Armored Divisions, would fire at major infrastructure for a full five minutes. The total rounds fired would amount to 3,600 High Explosive shells across the city of Brazzaville. The main firing location for the 8th Division would be across from Binza Maternity Hospital (-4.381490509619916, 15.254508619078353), the 9th division at (-4.3398883217407, 15.364948061720574). Targets would include: Maya-Maya international airport, Gare de Brazzaville, Stade Marchand, Nabemba Tower, port facilities, and the Congressional Palace. As well as this, major roadways and public transit would be targeted. Immediately following the bombardment, the units would scatter, moving in Regiments. The 96 BM-21 Grads of the two armored divisions would be stationed between (-4.406922541125348, 15.256706369585258) and (-4.4092202882915705, 15.362552436149777), along roadways, open land, and open lots. The 1st division motorized would be stationed at (-4.34556995069247, 15.376372217683675). The 5th Division Mechanized would be stationed at (-4.491828999078549, 15.218988505156066). The BM-21 grads would be prepared to fire and would load Incendiary rockets. Nearly 6,000 rockets stood ready to fire at a moment's notice across the city.

0330. 12 Su-25T at Charlie Field would taxi onto the runways. They are armed as follows: 1x Merkuriy pod mounted under the fuselage. 4x2 9K121 Vikhr Anti-Tank missiles, and 6x KAB-500KR TV-guided bombs. Two aircraft would substitute the KAB-500KR TV-guided bombs with KAB-500KR- OD TV-guided bombs. They would take off, facing away from Brazzaville, and await the 12 Su-30K aircraft which would take off after them, armed with: 6x R-73M and 1x KAB-1500Kr-OD. Once they rendezvoused, they would climb to 5,000 meters, the Su-30Ks to 6,000 meters, and make an approach on the city of Brazzaville. The first targets spotted easily would be the BM-21 Grads, undisguised along the shore. Utilizing their Merkuriy night operations targeting pods, the Su-25Ts would launch tandem sets of Vikhr missiles. in total 10 missiles would be launched, aiming to destroy the missile trucks, each at about 3km distance. Next, the D-20 howitzers would be identified by the vehicles guarding them, and three KAB-500KR TV-Guided bombs would be dropped onto each location. At least a few of the AAA sites are likely to be discovered, and KAB-500KR TV-Guided bombs dropped onto them. Expect 6 M-1939 guns to be destroyed. Upon finding no other targets, the aircraft would loiter for about an hour above the city, before being forced to leave and refuel. The Su-30ks would continue to loiter above the city, climbing to 10,000 meters.

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Aboard the CNV Kinshasa, Cpt. Sébastien Legrand listened to the reports coming in live from Kinshasa. Artillery was firing. So it was time to act. 6 Ka-31s off of the Talwar-Class Frigates would approach the shore, flying at 6,000 meters, only getting close enough to provide a visual. Both Kinshasa and Lubumbashi would open fire with their AK-130 dual cannons onto the port facilities of Point-Noire. They would also open fire onto every ship docked in port with conventional cannons. This includes Cargo ships, tugs, private vessels, and fishing boats. After each ship had fired 150 rounds, the bombardment would stop, and the ships would await any possible response.

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As Fort Lestrange HQ began receiving civilian reports of these atrocities, they would immediately mobilize the 4th Division Mechanized Marine, the 7th Division Mechanized, and the 11th Division Armored. The 7th Division and 11th Division will move along the Congo river up to (1.617736, 19.213111), where they would cross the low point of the river, with slight assistance from the 11ths 10 MT-55 bridges. After this crossing, they will move up to Buso-Dongo. This trip will take ~7 hours.

The 4th Division will cross the Congo river at the base, then the Ubangi river immediately after (Near Bokwango), and then it will continue along the Ubangi/Congo rivers until it reaches Mossaka, at which point it will make a B-line for the city of Oyo. The division itself numbered nearly double the population of the city. Immediately, the 5-star hotel in the city would be subject to demolition by the units, as well as the houses of the President and other government officials who maintained residences in the city. Soldiers would set up a Forward Operating Base, with scouts out 10 miles in every direction. This operation would take about 5 hours.

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At Beta Field, the northmost bastion of the Congolese Empire, aircraft were being hurried out of their open-air hangars. 2 Ka-137 drones would be launched immediately, heading down to Dongo and the surrounding area to scout out the potential invasion point. 5 Tu-16 bombers would subsequently take off from Beta Field, each carrying 36 FAB-250 cluster munitions. 10 Tu-22M bombers would also take off, each carrying 18 FAB-500 cluster munitions. These would take off only after the drones had reached their destination. Serving as spotters at 5,000 meters, the drones would locate enemy infantry at daybreak, at which point the bombers, en route, would adjust to target each group of invaders. Flying at 8,000 meters, the bombers would make an initial pass on the invasion group at Donga, Dropping 60 FAB-250 and 20 FAB-500 bombs onto the targets provided by the drones below. Next, the drones would identify and track enemy units in Likwangbala, where the bombers would make a second run, dropping 50 FAB-250 bombs and 40 FAB-500 bombs. After another period of searching, a third and final run would be made on Guna and Kake. Here they would drop the remaining 70 FAB-250 bombs and 120 FAB-500 bombs onto the militias below, regardless of possible civilian damage.

ManBear

 

[ManBear]

Brazzaville Garrison - Brazzavile, Republic of the Congo - 0305

Screams could be heard coming from the city as the shelling finally stopped from the Imperial side of the river. High explosive rockets were launched from Kinsasa and landed throughout the entirety of Brazzaville. Luckily for the Republican forces, the BM-21 Grads were missed in the initial strike. As were a majority of the forces that had been stationed within the city itself. They had been stationed away from key targets. Except for one. One ammunition supply depot had been hit with the rocket barrage and obliterated much of the surrounded landscape upon ignition. Unfortunately for the Imperial Congo, this ammunition dump had been strategically placed near the Russian Embassy(John) who would, no doubt, report to their superiors the damage caused by the Imperial rocket teams. Also, unfortunately for the Imperial Congolese, the Republican forces stationed on the island watching the river had orders as well. They were to observe the enemy, and observe they did. They marked down expected firing sites based off the trajectory of the rockets, careful to not utilize their radio. While using their basic binoculars and the sights on the PT-76s wasn't nearly as accurate as anticipated, they were still able to suspect the location of a few of the rockets.

Immediately after the rockets stopped firing from the Kinshasa side, the Republican BM-21s began firing. Three trucks loaded with incendiary rockets and two with fragmenting-high explosive rockets would begin firing on their designated targets. The People's Palace would be targeted with incendiary rockets on the first salvo. One hundred and twenty(120) Incendiary rockets would be directed towards the People's Palace. N'Dolo Airport Runways would be the target of one of the BM-21 Grads utilizing forty(40) High Explosive Fragmenting rockets. The Last BM-21 Grad would target the Palace of the nation on the first salvo. Upon reloaded all five of the BM-21 Grads would be loaded with incendiary rockets. The Ministry of Defense building as well as the Commisariate of Tourism building. With an accuracy of 120m x 250 meters, these locations would be fired upon by the BM-21 Grads until their eventually destruction by Imperial jets. But they had done their job of avoiding as many civilian casualties as possible.

It was long after the Republican BM-21 Grads began retaliating against this unprovoked strike that the Republic of the Congo news agencies began reporting mass civilian casualties from the rockets. Video clips taken by reporters in the aftermath would be aired across the nation, to neighboring African nations(Naio90, Baer, Bobus), as well as sent via emailed links to the New York Times(Odinson), BBC News(Jamie), and Sveriges Television NYHETER(Connor).

As soon as the BM-21 Grads began firing, so did the D-20 howitzers would begin firing twenty rounds each of their expendable jammers throughout the city of Kinshasa, disrupting any communication between 1.5 to 120 mhz. They would then begin firing 155mm incendiary rounds towards the Palace of Justice and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The BM-21 Grads and the D-20s would fire roughly 30 minutes each before being destroyed by the enemy aircraft, capable of causing extensive damage to city infrastructure and governmental buildings.

M-1936 anti-aircraft guns would begin firing at the first sign of enemy aircraft within the vicinity of Brazzaville, though their range left much to be desired. Their main goal was to serve as a distraction for the loitering aircraft. The ZSU-23-4s would remain hidden under preexisting orders until the predetermined signal was given. As did most of the soldiers who were stationed throughout the city, three thousand of them scattered about at various blockades and perimeters would begin preparing themselves to become insurgents, like the ones they fought during the civil wars.

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Pointe-Noire Garrison, Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo - 0320

As the rounds stopped impacting the port facilities and the vessels housed there, the soldiers looked at the immaculate destruction. Three hundred 130mm rounds caused quite a lot of devastation to the buildings surrounding the port as well as the ships harbored within it. Fires burned on the water as oiled floating on the harbor water ignited, casting an eerie glow across the devastated buildings. There would be no return fire, however. Like in Brazzaville they had been given orders to hold fire until enemies could be hit with more accuracy. BM-21 Grads stood their ground. DS-19s would hold their fire. The M-46 guns and the D-30 guns would remain quiet. All of the equipment stationed within Pointe-Noire would not return fire. They were waiting to see the whites of their enemy's eyes.

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Cobra Regiment 1 - Dongo, Empire of the Congo

The two thousand men of the Regiment 1 would be spread throughout Dongo in ten man squads, leaving their vehicles stationed with ten men at 2.718536244947031, 18.401512316666825. Within the village of Dongo they would be quoting the scripture and informing them that the Empire of the Congo thanks them for their service. The Empire needed more bodies for the Army and they would be conscripting them. Whether or not they were believed, they would be recording this on handheld cameras for two hours. They would show them talking to the villagers and explaining that the Emperor had ordered them to do this before shooting each of the civilians. As dawn approached and the sun began breaching the horizon, ten men were picked out of the fastest runners to be sent with the tapes one hundred and twenty miles away to Bangui to get a ticket to Warsaw, Poland citing a request for asylum.

Cobra Regiment 2 - Likwangbala, Empire of the Congo

The two thousand men of Regiment 2 had been given different orders than Regiment 1. After massacring the village of Likwangbala they would move into the jungle, on foot, towards the east. They would move into four hundred man groups and spread to around two kilometers apart. They would stay in contact with one another utilizing radios given to them by the Congolese military. Their goal was to ambush any Imperial forces moving to intercept the other three regiments. Each four hundred man group was ordered to issue the command word Serpent over the radio to envelope any attacking force into a pincer formation, once the retreat happened, the rest of the force would begin hit and run tactics in the heavy undergrowth of the jungle in an attempt to cause fear and casualties to the enemy.

Cobra Regiment 3 - Guna, Empire of the Congo

Cobra Regiment 3 and the two thousand men assigned to it would move south along the Ubangi River, raping and pillaging villages in the name of the Emperor of the Congo until they linked with Regiment 4 where they would merge and become one.

Cobra Regiment 4 - Kake, Empire of the Congo

Once merging with Regiment 3, Regiment 4 would move to the Southeast towards Mbandaka and the military fort there. The four thousand men would abandon their vehicles in the village of Kake before moving southeast to the shallow crossing at 1.467285612446528, 18.91555262825747. From there they would cross the river and proceed south-west towards Mbandaka and Fort Lestrange.

Losses

6x BM-21 Grads
7x M-1939s
8x D-20s
480 Personnel
estimated 30,000 Civilians Dead and 60,000 civilians injured

Kelly the Mad

 

[Kelly the Mad]

Brazzavile, Republic of the Congo - 0306

While those shots fired from Kinshasa were artillery shells instead of rockets, it's still reasonable to say that the artillery could be located in a very rough area. However, as soon as the Republican rockets began to cross the river, the Imperial BM-21s would return the favor. In force. With 144 BM-21 Grads spread out across the three divisions, all armed with incendiary rockets, all would open fire immediately after the Republican forces opened up. Now, the Congo river would reflect orange and red, and the city would light up, long shadows being thrown away from the river, with an intensity greater than noon. And then, within seconds, Kinshasa would go dark. And Brazzaville would light up once again. As incendiary rockets impacted, the city would come ablaze. They would target all non-residential areas within the city, focusing on open areas where troops may be hiding and industrial areas. With 5,760 rockets launched, explosions could cover 18 square miles, nearly half of the city's area. This would not include any of the islands on the Congo. The small detachment of troops deployed to one of those islands could only watch as thousands of rockets blazed overhead, and a wave of heat emanated from massive fires that blazed in their city, as their radio contacts cut out without a word. The Republican BM-21 Grads would likely be destroyed before they could fire their second salvo, however, the Peoples Palace would sustain severe structural damage, however, due to being a masonry construction, the small fire caused in the interior could be quickly extinguished. The quiet N'dolo airport would be knocked out of action and flights halted. The Palace of the Nation would suffer some damage, however, would remain standing. Extensive repairs would be required. While the Palace of Justice and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs would sustain some structural damage, the artillery guns firing on them would be mostly knocked out before they could demolish a building fully. The Su-25Ts flying overhead would be able to easily locate the firing AAA by their shots and would drop their TV-Guided bombs to quickly and efficiently knock them out. If they noticed any of the infantry still around in the wild blazing fires, additional bombs would be dropped on them.

Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo - 0400

With no retaliation, the Captain would scratch his head. He ordered a secondary bombardment. This time more general. The five Talwar class Frigates, armed with their 100mm cannons can fire 60 thirty-five pound rounds per minute, for a total of 300 rounds a minute. With the helicopters still hovering, the ships would fire for three minutes. They would target any visible military targets, as well as major infrastructure and any high-rise buildings. After they concluded firing, Cpt. Sébastien Legrand would wear a deep scowl on his face. This was concerning. He didn't want to burn the city to the ground, but if he couldn't identify the enemy, he would have to. After the bombardment, he ordered one Bora class Hovercraft, with the designation Br-Hc-00-01, to approach the shore with a white flag hoisted. It would approach slowly, moving in towards the port at about 15 knots. It was an attempt to parley. They had observers on the ship deck, as well as the helicopters still above to locate any potential hostile actions. If they were to fire on the ship, the fleet had supersonic missiles prepared to counter-fire. Only if necessary. Legrand silently prayed for peace.

Dongo, Empire of the Congo

As the runners made their way through the jungle, two or three nights in they would be nearly exhausted and would have lost all incentive to carry the tapes for the potential weeks it would take through the hostile jungle to reach the designated destination. Without provided food or water, they would break off and likely find another place to seek asylum, at some village in either Congo, forgetting about the tape in favor of their survival. The remaining Militiamen and their vehicles would be located and targeted in the first bombing run (See post #5).

Likwangbala, Empire of the Congo

As the militias rampaged, the second bombing run would sweep them. (See post #5. Further third bombing run also still occurs.). The 7th and 11th divisions would now, knowing the general location of this regiment, make a rush for their location. The first to make contact would be the 4th armored company, 13th combined armor regiment, 11th armored division. This would consist of: T-72B OBR.1990G x12, BREM 1 ARV x1.

Losses

DONGO-
~9,000 civilians killed

Kinshasa-
~120 civilians dead

ManBear

 

[ManBear]

Brazzaville, Republic of the Congo - 0336

The D-20 howitzers would continue to fire until a spotter had spotted them, nearly eight miles from the shore, or if the Imperial forces employed counter battery radars. That's the same reason the Republican forces were unable to locate the rockets and artillery fire from the Imperial side. This is why they stuck with targeting pre-determined buildings locatable from maps. And the BM-21 Grads would have continued to fire had the entire area they were stationed in not been considered non-residential by the Imperial Forces. Unfortunately for the Russian Embassy(John) it too would be caught in the explosions. Leveling the building and killing or trapping all inside. The D-20s would continue firing one round per minute at the previously designated targets. The expendable jammers would jam any radio-waves within the previously stated frequencies limited communications to runners or other devices that did not rely on radio-waves between 1.5mhz and 120mhz. They would all eventually be spotted by the aircraft, or spotters and Counter-Battery Radar) and be destroyed but not before laying waste to governmental buildings of Imperial Congo. Between the fires burning throughout Brazzaville and the barricades the smoke that filled the air should heavily interfere with TV-Guided Bombs and Laser Guided Bombs, giving false positives and returns to the user.

Utilizing the smoke, the remaining infantry personnel located throughout Brazzaville, while hiding from the fires burning uncontested throughout Brazzaville, would ignite the fires at the barricades sending dark black smoke in the air that would burn for hours. They had learned of the burning tire trick from the Somali's during the US Invasion there. They would not make it easy for the Imperial Forces to target them.

Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo - 0400

As the lone ship approached the harbor of Pointe-Noire. The lead most KS-19 anti-aircraft gun would begin aiming, utilizing a spotter with binoculars, to target the ship. The bridge to be exact, they would not fire on the ship however. The white flag had been raised on the rear of the ship. They would not fire until the attack renewed or the flag was lowered. The infantry scattered throughout Pointe-Noire would also begin lighting their barricades on fire, filling the sky with deep black smoke from burning tires limiting visual view of the Ka-31s floating at six thousand meters, despite possible technical issues popping up from being one thousand meters above their supposed surface ceiling. There would be no firing of Republican guns within Pointe-Noire. Yet.

Yokangassi Regional Airport - 0400

With forces being in contact at Brazzaville and Pointe-Noire, the call was made to launch the two Mirage F-1s based there. The dirt runway was not a runway most would describe for fighter use but the Mirage F-1 was a rugged aircraft designed for it. It was fast, required a small runway, and could climb to the surface ceiling incredible fast. Each was loaded with 2x Matra R550 Matras, 2x Super R530s, 1x Exocet, AIDA II Radar, 2x external fuel tanks and 2x 30mm cannons fully loaded with 150 rounds each. Upon receiving a clean bill of health after being inspected, the Mirage's were given leave to begin launching. Time between notice and launch was twenty minutes. It wouldn't take nearly that long for the two Mirage's to enter combat, flying at their surface ceiling of twenty thousand meters(20,000).

Soon after takeoff the AIDA II Radar would be switched on. As they were twenty kilometers from Pointe-Noire, the AIDA II radar would notify of six airborne targets over their area of operation. At 25km from the targets four(two from each Mirage) Super R530s would be launched as soon as the contacts were locked, travelling at Mach 4.5, and in thirteen seconds the R550s would impact the Ka-31 helicopters. At 10 Kilometers from Pointe-Noire, should the remaining two Ka-31s still be in the area, two R550 Matras(one from each Mirage) would be launched at the Ka-31s loitering. With the Radars of the Ka-31s not being unfurled and inactive, the Mirage pilots had little to worry about until they closed within range of the ships they were going to target. At 5 kilometers from Pointe-Noire, the Mirage's would turn north until Ikalou then turn west until they reached -4.18190524, 11.00687697 where they would turn south and fire their Exocet missiles. They would travel to within sixty kilometers of the suspected location of the ships before firing their two Exocet missiles that would utilize their inertial guidance before activating their active-radar system while they were between 1 and 2 meters above the waterline, as designed. They would target the two largest cross sections and begin flying towards them. Due to radar horizon, the Exocets would fly unchallenged until they were 6,000 meters away giving the enemy just 19 seconds to activate radar, which was not previously stated as being active, lock onto the target, and fire with enough distance to kill the target.

The Mirage F1s would fly directly back to base, utilizing the drop tanks as they flew back to their base to rearm. They would repeat this process of flying and firing Exocet missiles until they were challenged by enemy aircraft or ran out of munitions.

Dongo, Empire of the Congo

The Cobra militia were fanatics having fought behind the President of the Republic for fifteen years. They would not give up so easily, especially with promises of promotions, women, their own units to command. They were indoctrinated to love the praise of their commander. A one hundred and twenty mile journey was not a hard one for such fanaticism. Of course the Jungle is a dangerous place and three would be lost to water, animals, and other dangers. These men were raised in jungles, fought in jungles, and ate in jungles. They knew what plants they could and could not eat. As well as to what water to not drink. What would take 15 hours of straight running, the men did in 36 hours, they did so while staying close to the river, inside tree cover but close enough to be within a minute of eyesight of the Congo River. Taking their time in some parts while rushing in others.

The regiment that remained within Dongo, however, was not so lucky. The carpet bombing had great effect on Dongo. Killing all of the inhabitants and the enemy force. Three thousand nine hundred and ninety Republican Militia were killed here.

Saba-saba, Empire of the Congo

Regiment 2 had chosen their location wisely. The jungle would help prove enemy armor to be ineffective in a guerilla war. Their RPG-7s however would be very good at engaging and running. One man out of eight had been given RPG-7s and each was eager to watch the turrets blow off tanks in explosions. The initial contact would result in Group 1 of 4 ambushing the enemy armor with two RPG-7s loaded with Tandem HEAT rockets per tracked vehicle. They initial rocketeers would move back while another twenty rocketeers, loaded with Thermobaric rockets would take aim at enemy positions and fire rounds off at them. They would move back while the last ten would move forward and fire their fragmentating rockets into groups of enemies.

Within 30 seconds fifty rockets would have been fired and the Imperial forces would be faced with silence as the forces retreated. Serpent would be heard on the radios as the forces pushed forward to envelope the enemy.

Fort Lestrange, Empire of the Congo

Regiment 4 moved with purpose as it approached the military base. Thirty Rocketeers had loaded thermobaric rockets and another twenty had loaded standard HEAT rockets. They would attack from the east, letting the rising sun mask their position and blinding their enemies. Four hundred Cobra militiamen would attack from the direct west after the initial attack to the east. The rocketeers, with their thermobaric rockets would target buildings that looked like they could house personnel and radio equipment, while the HEAT rocketeers would target vehicles, starting with tanks. RPKs would be set up to provide overlapping coverage for infantry advancement. Marksman soldiers, with their SVDs, would begin targeting anyone shouting orders or looked to be an NCO or officer. Regular infantry would begin moving up under the cover of overlapping fire, while one RPG reloaded another began firing. From the west, the four hundred flanking militiamen would wait ten minutes before attacking from the west, allowing the enemy to begin focusing on the east.

Kelly the Mad

Edit

Agreed upon edit by both parties to fix a few errors on my part, mostly miscommunications and google maps being dumb. Edited location of airstrip from Belize to Yokangassi. Adding casualties and important buildings destroyed.

19,000 Civilians Killed
108,000 Civilians Injured
1,500 Soldiers
3x ZSU-23s
3x M1939 AA
1x Russian Embassy John
1x German Embassy
1x Embassy of the USA Odinson
1x Embassy of China Axis12
1x Angolan Embassy
1x Turkish Embassy Colton
1x Gabon Embassy
1x Belgian Embassy
1x Namibia Embassy
1x Guinea Embassy
1x Ammo Dump
1x University Hospital of Brazzaville

 

[Kelly the Mad]

Brazzaville, Republic of the Congo - 0400

As the rockets splashed down into Brazzaville, layering over each other, any building in the industrial/commercial portions of the city or nearby the main highways would be leveled. Then, the incendiary components would ignite. Each warhead had the capability to burn at absurd temperatures for more than five minutes, and all combined to set the city ablaze. Within thirty minutes, the fires would spread from the target area and into the rest of the city, creating a firestorm not seen in any urban environment since the bombing of Hamburg by the allied powers in the second world war. The flames, using the shanty-town-type huts of the city as fuel, would become so intense that they would develop their own wind system, a true firestorm, sending smoke billowing up into the sky, and blotting out everything for miles for aircraft. The smoke would drift over Kinshasa, where civilians would be ordered to remain indoors at all times. The Special Police, numbering about 50,000 throughout the city, would take to the streets with their rifles and aid the fire department in keeping the city safe, stopping fires spread by Republican artillery, as well as Imperial rocket misfires. The 1st and 2nd Infantry Regiments of the 1st division would take up positions along the entire riverfront of the city, laying low behind benches and railing, in shrubs and behind sand piles, some digging tiny firing trenches to lay down in. They would wrap cloths around their mouths, as the other soldiers across the city would, to prevent the smoke from hindering them. They would leave only their eyes exposed, preferably pressed to rifle scopes or laser designators, staring out across the hazy water. Quickly, Brazzaville would become invisible, clouded by dark smoke, the only thing betraying its existence being the faint orange illumination and wall of heat hitting the men. It was a terrifying sight, one not seen on this scale ever before. The men doubted that anyone could survive, and no beast at their heels could force them to swim the mile of turbulent water, just to enter into a hellish inferno, blinded by smoke, to face an enemy unknown. All Congolese aircraft would abort their missions immediately, returning the Charlie Field.

Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo - 0400

As the ship made its final approach, it would pull into the wrecked port facilities, and lines would be tossed so that a detachment of five marines and a selected envoy could cross slowly onto the Republican soil. They were the first Imperial soldiers to touch the enemy's territory since the war had begun, a mere hour prior. They carried with them a white flag, and slowly, carefully, walked out into the open of the smashed port.

As the jets approached the port city, the Slava-Class cruisers - who would be combat ready, having already begun firing, and would for that purpose have their radars active - would detect them as soon as they were off the ground. As well as this, from the FUNGA 001 buildings command center, PAVE PAWS Early Warning Radars would pick up the two obvious fighters, and report them, which would be automatically transmitted to every Air defense system in the country. This would include every capable ship, which would lead to the Talwar Class Frigates and Bora Class Hovercrafts activating their radars.

Immediately, once the aircraft had reached 90km distance from the ships, within firing range, eight (8) 5V55RM missiles would be fired from each Slava-Class cruiser, each salvo targeting one of the jets. The Ka-31 Aircraft, with appropriate heads-up, already on the way back to the ships after encountering the impenetrable wave of smog sent up by the Republicans' tire fires, would make a daring maneuver, dropping thousands of meters, with a target of 10 meters above the water. With both the AA missiles and the incoming jets moving at super-sonic speeds, they would impact in a matter of seconds. Even with proper notice, the outdated jet fighters had no hope of avoiding the swarm of high-tech missiles flying at them. Each jet would be blown out of the sky, the remaining missiles self-terminating after the targets were confirmed killed.

As the Ka-31s returned to the ship, crews shaken but alive, no weapons would be fired. Legrand still was holding out for surrender. The parley would go on.

Saba-saba, Empire of the Congo

As the militia laid into the vanguard with rocket launchers, the modern armor would do what it did best in preventing a hard kill. That was, for all the tanks except the lead tank. With a five-digit identification code of F-13401 painted in bright, clean white on the side of the turret, the crew would have a split second of horror cross their minds as the first few rockets hit the tank. A disabled track. A hit on ventilation. Engine block. The fourth rocket, landing just a few seconds after the first, would get a lucky shot into the turret ring, penetrating into the auto-loaders ammunition well. The turret shot up into the sky, a fountain of fire blasting out of the now vacant hull. The crew would be killed instantly.

As for the rest of the tanks in the formation, they would all suffer some degree of damage, mostly broken tracks or disabled engines, but only about 4 crew members would be killed, with about 8 injured to varying degrees, mostly from spalling. Immediately, the crews would return with their coaxial machine guns, cutting into the forest, cutting down a number of the fighters. At the same time, several tank commanders would call back to the command and radio vehicles of the 7th Artillery Support Regiment, detailing the situation. Within half a minute, the 45 2S19 Msta would be stopped, rounds loaded into the chambers, and data given directly from the gunners of the tanks input into their automated firing systems. 45 Shrapnel shells would go out, a short arc of just over three miles, and crash into the trees a hundred feet away from the tanks, saturating a large area. In an image reminiscent of the dreaded battle for the Ardenne, the shells hit the trees, splintering them into millions of deadly wooden skewers, which in addition to the metal shrapnel created a deafeningly loud mess of lethal projectiles for any poor militia man unfortunate enough to be caught in its path.

Another volley would go out, and another, continuing for a full minute, 365 rounds fired. These would be placed in a wide arc around and past the engagement point, clearing a large area of the jungle of any living creatures. Immediately, the armored regiments would form a protective barrier around the artillery pieces, in four different layers, each with 250 meters of buffer, the tanks spaced out, and all men on high alert. The men of the 7th division would disembark from their APCs, creeping behind them, using them as cover, their crews manning the heavy weaponry. Slowly rolling behind the lightly armored vehicles, keeping a distance, GAZ-66s armed with AAA guns would level their weapons to the ground, watching for any movement on the tree line. A single 5-second burst from one of these guns could tear a hole in the forest, and knock down several trees. 160 of these guns in total would be present. As well as this, 2S12s would be unloaded out of the back of their transport and set up in between the defensive tanks, ready with radios for precise calls from their attacking compatriots to supply immediate light support, while the heavy artillery was reserved for heavier resistance.

Fort Lestrange, Empire of the Congo

As the sun slowly rose and the jungles morning dew settled on every surface of the wooden watch tower, the Congolese lookout would take a drink of his coffee, his other hand on the butt of his rifle, and would strain his eyes against the bright sun to see a number of bodies moving, silhouettes, unable to tell quite which direction they were headed. He picked up his radio. "HQ, I have a number of unknowns in the distance. Recommend checking that out. Maybe a dozen." A curt response and the sound of engines warming up assured him it was safe. He turned around, surveying the compound. Hundreds of men stood around, loitering in the open, protected only by the obscuring solid walls around the fort. They drank coffee, chewed on tobacco, smoked, laughed, and played cards, most with arms at the ready. He glimpsed a GAZ-66 truck, sputtering fumes and spraying some of the mud that had accumulated on top of the pavement across the buildings, peeling out of the base, the back loaded with a dozen men, rifles ready. The old beaters were all they were granted, while the posh mechanized divisions were gifted brand-new, state-of-the-art Chinese war-making machines. But he thought that the Russian tire-spinners had some charm to them. He leaned on his elbows, watching it as it jounced along down the road. As the sun's glare began to make it less distinguishable, a very distinguishable sound could be heard. The hollow sound of something leaving a tube at high speed. The truck erupted in flames, spinning out off the road and flipping onto its side, spilling bodies out into the ditch.

The base mobilized immediately, and men would rush out to the half-walls of the base, using them as cover to take shots at the encroaching enemy. Machine guns would begin rattling, disturbing the morning bird calls, as rockets began to smash into the barracks. Men in sweat pants, barefoot, with either tank tops or nothing at all on, would sprint out of burning buildings with rifles in hand and helmets haphazardly affixed, while others dragged out screaming brothers in arms, while even others yet would grab buckets of water to put out fires that started. Soon enough, the GAZ-66s armed with AAA would be brought to bear, raking the approaching enemies with high-density, high caliber, high-speed fire. Taking cover behind armored cars, some crewed some not, infantry would lay out automatic fire, unafraid of running out of ammunition at their own base. Every soldier used full auto, the sheer density of suppressive fire giving others time to join the fight, jump to crew their weapons, or help dying friends.

As radio calls immediately went out, the 15 MiG-23s based at Beta Field would be called up for their remarkable speed. Each would be armed with four 500kg bombs, a simple loadout, and the fastest to put on. Rushing through safety checks, one of the aircraft would be stopped last minute- it hadn't been properly fueled. On another, a bomb dropped off the pylon and back onto its transit dolly, crushing it and nearly causing an explosion. After about twelve minutes, the first planes would be ready. The 13 jets cleared for the mission would take off as soon as they were armed, climbing to only 8,000 meters before accelerating to their maximum speed of Mach 2.35. Within fourteen minutes, they would arrive over the battlefield. 26 minutes after the battle had begun, MiGs would streak through the skies, dropping bombs onto the centers of the enemy formations, hoping to disrupt them.

By this point, the Imperial mortars would have been brought to bear for a few minutes, the range being too short for the use of MRLS. With the dispensing of munitions onto the enemy, the men would be encouraged. Mortar fire would halt, and, supported by EE-9 Cascavel armored cars, two regiments would charge in either direction, East and West, with about 4,000 infantry in each charge minus those who had already died. Full automatic fire would make quick work of the remaining militiamen, sending them broken into the countryside around the base. However, the base was surrounded by waterways on three sides. While some men would head that way, to capture or kill the militiamen trapped against the rivers, many more would load into GAZ-66 trucks, break rank, and hunt down the enemies fleeing on foot.

As the truck swerved up and down the serpentine dirt road, the lookout shouted warcries in his mother tongue, just as the other men around him were. He couldn't tell what they meant, most were from vastly different tribes, but he could recognize any war call, anywhere. The soldier next to him fired random shots into the air, making a true racket, while another hung off the truck by one arm and leg, his other foot dragging the dirt whenever the truck did an extreme turn. As they came up to a poor soul running down the road, the soldier fired into his back, dropping him to the ground. The truck rolled on, and with a sickening crunch, the militant was left with nothing but dust to clot his wounds.

Casualties

Saba-Saba-
7 dead, 8 wounded (Initial Contact)

Fort Lestrange-
140 dead, 450 wounded (Flexible)

Pings for Manbear

John Odinson Axis12 Colton ManBear

 

[ManBear]

Brazzavile, Republic of the Congo - 0415

There was no gunfire. There were no artillery strikes. It was all quiet. Except for the screams of civilians as their homes and belongings burned. They would cry at the loss of family members. They would cry as they themselves burned in the worst inferno seen in the modern world. The air was filled with the smell of burning trash, wood, plastic, and skin. Those that were not burning were trying to either escape or put out the fires that consumed their loved ones. And that's what the cameras showed to the world. Children rolling on the ground crying. Women covering their children with blankets in an attempt to extinguish them. Men breaking down in the streets crying holding the charred remains of their sons, daughters, and wives. Uniformed soldiers carrying buckets of water and dousing their comrades with them before running into burning buildings, dragging out the blackened remains of the citizens they vowed to protect. The screens that showed the news live from the Congo would show all of that. They would show patients jumping out of the sixth floor windows of the hospitals that inhabited, preferring to jump to their hopefully instant deaths rather than feel the skin boil from their bones. The city was silent. It was screaming. The screams just couldn't be heard over the inferno that threated to raze the city to the ground.

Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo - 0400

The Republican soldiers watched the Imperial Forces disembark from the ship through binoculars. They were waiting. They could not be seen as the aggressors. Not until word had been reached. And it had just started reaching them. One group of soldiers had the luck of being in on of the houses on the outskirts of Pointe-Noire. Where they were watching Brazzaville burn. The calls through the encrypted radios happened at once. With no air cover or way of watching for artillery fire coming from covered positions. And the artillery fire was more akin to anti-tank fire. Two 100mm high explosive fragmentation rounds would be fired at the same time. Their target was the bridge of the ship docked in the port. The ground team wouldn't even hear the whistle of the round before it would impact and explode in the command area. Two more armor piercing rounds would impact the ships hull near the water line immediately afterword. Then the guns would go silent. Barricade fires and smoke would hopefully block the ability of the ground party to witness the location of any of the shots. While this happened a group of soldiers, ten in total would approach the location of the ground crew with AKMs loaded and ready to fire at a moments notice. They were not intent on killing them. Yet. They wanted prisoners.

Saba-Saba, Empire of the Congo

The rocket strike team would not have time to remark at the remarkable lack of damage with rockets designed to beat armored vehicles utilizing tandem warheads. With only one tank down, the rocketeers ran away to the rest of their four hundred man regiment. Within thirty seconds the Rocketeers were running away. Ten seconds after that, shrapnel shells fell around the Imperial tanks. Even at a distance of 3 miles the projectiles were in the air long enough to change their trajectories. One could expect a ten percent casualty of prone infantry at one hundred at twenty five meters. With those tanks within the 125m radius, one could expect a few to be within the blast radius of the exploding shells. Little did the Imperial Forces were aware, the other ambush groups were encircling them utilizing encrypted radio calls and the sounds of explosions to set their ambush sites. Each group would spread and form firing lines that would offer unrelenting small arms and rocket fire. They would hide themselves utilizing foliage and using terrain the tanks or APCs wouldn't be able to traverse easily. They were going to decimate their foes.

A wide arc and walking fire wasn't as effective as concentrated fire. It allowed the soldiers to hunker down in a prone position or into natural trenches built by nature. Ten minutes passed after the end of the barrage of the Imperial Artillery. There had been no gunfire. No rocket attacks. It was silent save for a few screaming wounded.

Fort Lestrange, Empire of the Congo

Unfortunately for the Imperial Congolese. Automatic gunfire was useful for suppressing the enemy and not actually causing damage. Fortunately for the Imperial Congolese, their walls and APCs were useful in stopping rounds. But not the hundreds of Rockets that were not being lobbed into the courtyard of the base where the main defense was. HEAT, Thermobaric, and Shrapnel rockets would impact buildings, vehicles, and the ground throughout the inside of the base. Immediately after the first mortar strike, the militiamen would stop their advance and go prone. Their own firing would stop to conserve ammunition. They would remain prone as the bombs dropped from overhead, onto their positions. This is what they were waiting on.

As the enemy's armored cars began pouring out of the base, they would be instantly peppered with RPGs, hand grenades, automatic gunfire of RPKs, and accurate sniper fire of the SVDs. The Republican advance had halted as soon as the mortars fell and allowed them to establish some sort of security cordon for their ranks. They would lose the battle but they would be fully intent on bringing every Imperial soldier they could with them. There would be no retreat. There would be no mercy. They were going to kill or die. There was no in-between.

Casualties

Brazzaville - 40,000 Civilians; 100 Soldiers
Pointe-Noire - 2 Mirage F-1s; 2 Pilots
Sabo-Sabo - 50 Soldiers
Fort Lestrange - 550 Soldiers

Kelly the Mad

 

[Kelly the Mad]

Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo - 0420

Legrand shook with fury. He had attempted to give the militiamen an escape, a way to put down their arms. A way to avoid unnecessary death. But watching as an imperial ship slowly slipped below the water, a white flag waving through the black smoke, and men jumping overboard, something in him snapped. He picked up the handset telephone on the bridge of CNV Kinshasa. "Funga 001, this is Commodore-Captain Sébastien Legrand. Parley has been attacked. Militia presence in Pointe-Noire confirmed and resistant. Recommending- Demanding total saturation bombing of the settlement."

Back in Kinshasa, the Chief of the Air Force took this message and put it into action. On every news channel, all radio waves, and every public communication source available, a warning would be broadcast. "Rogue Militiamen, allied with the Republican government, have fired at men under parley in Point-Noire. Civilians have 24 hours to evacuate the settlement. This is a mandatory evacuation. Please direct yourselves to Kinkenge. One Congo. United in the struggle against uncivilized militias." This would repeat for the 24 hours, alongside a countdown.

While the clock ran down, the Imperial Air Force was being armed.

What they had planned was to be the total annihilation of the city. Spread out across Alpha, Beta, Charlie, Delta, and Echo field, 50x Tu-22M2 heavy bombers, 5x Tu-16 heavy bombers, 28x Su-25k strike aircraft, 24x Su-25T strike aircraft, and 100x Su-30k multi-role fighters would be armed. The Tu-22M2 bombers would be armed with: 69x FAB-250 General Purpose Bombs (19 tons of ordinance) each; the Tu-16 bombers would be armed with: 36x FAB-260 General Purpose Bombs (10 tons of ordinance) each; the Su-30k fighters armed with: 12x RBK-500 Cluster Bombs (6.6 tons of ordinance) each; the Su25k/t strike aircraft would be armed with: 8x BETAB-500 concrete-penetrating bombs (4.4 tons of ordinance) each. These four aircraft types will make up the bombardment force, carrying a total of 1889 tons of ordinance, in a single flight of 207 aircraft. This would beat out the March 9-10th firebombing of Tokyo, the largest single aerial bombing of all time, by 106 tons. 40 MIRAGE 2000-5 MK2s from Charlie Field would also be armed, each with: 3x MBDA MICA IR Short/medium range air-to-air missiles and 3x MBDA MICA RF Short/medium range air-to-air missiles. These aircraft would run escort to the bombing party, who would all have any guns onboard fully loaded with ammunition. All aircraft would be fully fueled.

All aircraft would take off staggered to account for the distance between airbases, planned so that each group of five bombers/strike aircraft/fighters would arrive 30 seconds after the last, in a continuous bombardment that would take over 20 minutes. The Mirage 2000-5 Mk2s would fly escort around the Republic of the Congo, loitering along the bomber column for the duration of the bombardment. The Su-25ks would fly at 7,000 meters. The Tu-16s would fly at 12,800 meters. The Tu-22M2s would fly at 13,300 meters. The Su-30ks would fly at 15,000 meters. The Mirage 2000-5 Mk2s would fly at 13,000 meters. It would be a night-time strike, and with smog from ground fires set by the militia blocking out the skies, the aircraft would use maps, digital positioning systems, and communication with each other to coordinate a systematic, grig-by-grid bombing of the city. All darkness and smog considered the aircraft would be at no risk of ground fire. All aircraft would also be flying at maximum safe speeds for their altitudes. The bombing would commence as soon as the countdown dropped to zero.

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Commodore-Captain Sébastien Legrand looked on with a grim expression, his eyes filled with fury, as slowly but surely the hazy city of Pointe-Noire lit up with explosions, moving from one side of the city to the other, strips of carpet bombs blazing massive tracts of land in a dazzling show of fire and dust. After twenty minutes, the planes were silent. Then, about three hours later, they returned. To repeat the exact same process. As every square inch of land was devastated, he thought back on the last 24 hours. When the evacuation order was made, people began to rush away. Anyone who managed to get to the few remaining in-tact boats was a target. Using their main guns, the fleet had sunk several ships, presumably full of fleeing civilians. Officially, they were recorded as kamikaze craft, utilized by the militia, using civilians as human shields. Following the capture of the parley party, it was understood that they could not be used as hostages. It would hurt morale too much. It was best for the people to believe they had been killed by the militia, instead of allowing them to be taken captive. Three of the Talwar-Class Frigates, CNV Talwar, Airburst, and Tracer, would each fire all 8 of their Klub anti-ship missiles, for a total of 24 missiles, at the port facilities. These missiles would take out the Congolese Parley party, as well as any of those militiamen present in or around the port facilities. Then, in the shock and debris, the surviving crew of Br-Hc-00-01 would take to their life rafts and begin making their way out to sea. They would have to get themselves all the way to the fleet, the fleet could not risk moving in closer.

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After the second strike, the bomber and fighter crews would retire for the night. They may be needed tomorrow. Each would be awarded a meritious action ribbon, and a patch to commemorate the action: The coat of arms of the city of Pointe-Noire, over a yellow field, pierced by an arrow.

ManBear
Note that other theatres have not been replied to, those replies will come, but I would like to address this bombardment first. Please reply to the bombardment, but not the other theatres. Thank you.

 

[ManBear]

Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo

0500

The sounds of crying children and screaming women filled the streets as everyone struggled to evacuate the port city. Cars filled streets, blocked by barricades and vehicles that crashed during the mass exodus. Those foolish enough to take personal vessels were quickly targeted by Imperial Forces and sunk. Those civilian vessels which bore white flags of parley, full of shouting men, women, and children waving their arms in the hopes someone would see they were no threat. Soldiers from the Pointe-Noire Garrison quickly ushered civilians out of the city but not towards Kinkenge. They were travelling by foot towards Dolisie and the regional airport there. There they would take shelter. The soldiers would not accompany them, lest the civilians be targeted by the Imperial Forces because of them. The soldiers elected to head further north into the jungle in the hopes of establishing themselves a foothold for guerilla warfare. The jungle provides a lot of protection with foliage and the fact the air and ground is close enough to human temperatures to block out thermal heat signatures. It's why the poachers of the area stick to traditional means instead of utilizing thermal sights for their weapons.

The guns within Pointe-Noire would not be sitting there like ducks. They were easily outmatched and outgunned by the Imperial naval forces. They knew it was suicide to stay. Thus under the cover of the remaining darkness, the vehicles would load up and leave as the anti-ship missiles impacted the port facilities, decimating everyone there. Friend or foe. These Imperial Dogs did not care about human rights. They cared about conquest. They could take the city. They could take the country. But the people had seen the destruction of Brazzaville. In twenty-four hours they would see the destruction of Pointe-Noire. The only Republican forces that remained within the city were the M-1939 and a skeleton crew to operate them to give them an illusion. The reserve forces at Bouvandji would link up with the main Pointe-Noire Garrison as they headed north-east into the jungle where they would begin preparing themselves for guerilla warfare. Vehicles would be covered in shrubs and trees and only move at night through the darkness if the jungle, using their limited night sights to operate on the roads that travelled through the jungle. ZSU-23s would operate their radars to warn of incoming aircraft at all times but would not engage and disengage the radars to limit the ability for anti-radiation missiles to lock on. All Republican forces would insure their vehicles were off and under camouflage one hour before the bombardment began.

Pointe-Noire, Republic of the Congo - +1 Day Since Invasion

Explosions would begin to fill the night sky as the fourteen M-1939s began firing flack into the night sky one minute before the bombing run began. They had little hope in hitting any of the flying jets but they would be firing. They entire goal for the suicide mission was to make the Imperials think republican forces still inhabited the city. The city would be filled with smoke and flames. Those who chose to remain would be incinerated immediately. The fires from Brazzaville and Pointe-Noire would most likely be able to be seen from satellites due to the thickness of smoke and area of coverage. Pointe-Noire would simply be removed from the face of the earth by the Imperial bombing.

Casualties

122 Soldiers-KIA
1,000 Civilians-KIA
14 M-1939 Air Defense Guns

 

[Kelly the Mad]

While commands in the vast and complex Congolese army typically trickled down over days and weeks, taking even longer for anything to get done, this most recent command cascaded down through the ranks, reaching every soldier in a matter of hours. Bullhorns at every combat station barked it out, and officers scrambled to prepare their men. The time had come.

Kinshasa operating base was alive. Most active of all, were the 8th and 9th armored divisions. More specifically, their artillery attachments of 90 2S91 Msta. Soon, a massive bombardment would start on the main avenues of Brazzaville, tearing the streets to rubble, and avoiding as many buildings as possible. At the same time, the 4,860 Airborne/Pathfinder specialist soldiers who had been airlifted to just outside of Brazzaville earlier (to recover the downed spy plane) would begin to advance on Brazzaville. Working on foot, they would sweep through the city, searching for resistance, moving from building to building with expertise. They would fan out over several blocks, their ultimate goal being the capital building.

While this occurred, three Hermes 450 drones would be launched from Charlie Field to fly over Brazzaville at their maximum altitude and cruising speed, coordinating precision bombardments and movement of troops. 12 Su-25T at Charlie Field would taxi onto the runways. They are armed as follows: 1x Merkuriy pod mounted under the fuselage. 4x2 9K121 Vikhr Anti-Tank missiles, and 6x KAB-500KR TV-guided bombs. Two aircraft would substitute the KAB-500KR TV-guided bombs with KAB-500KR- OD TV-guided bombs. They would take off and rise up to 5,000 meters, loitering above Brazzaville, prepared to drop hell onto any resistance.

The 8,825 infantry soldiers of the 5th mechanized would load into their 1,000 amphibious capable WZ-551s. They would steel themselves for what would be a harrowing crossing of the Congo river.

ManBear Bossza007

 

[ManBear]

The burning city of Brazzaville, having recently been bombarded by Imperial Forces, stood in silence as the Imperial forces moved through the streets with purpose. They were certainly highly skilled soldiers. They checked each house they could. As they moved through the streets they would encounter burnt and burning barricades in an attempt to blockade vehicle traffic into the city. With nearly two thousand soldiers still within the husk of a city, they were proceeding quite peacefully. Until they weren't. First the Imperial forces would come under sniper fire. Using multiple shooters in an attempt try and maneuver the forces into predetermined kill boxes where RPGs and light machine guns would be waiting for them there. The snipers main goal was to divert forces into these killing fields, they were also given the secondary objective of taking out Imperial leadership, whether that be officers or NCOs. Of course any resistance would be squashed quickly by the use of superior air power by the Imperial Forces. They just hoped the cramped quarters of the city would discourage the enemy from performing bombardments that many in the western hemisphere would consider danger close.

As the enemy forces drew closer to the city center, they would encounter fiercer and fiercer resistance, with forces having formed around the capital building. It was merely a status symbol at this point, with the President having been removed from the area before the initial bombardment occurred. Still, the Imperial forces would encounter burnt husks of bodies as well as those wounded survivors who could do naught but sit outside their burned out homes and places of business. Many of the civilian survivors would move to find asylum within places of worship such as mosques, churches, and temples. Wherever they could sleep without worry of rats feasting upon their still, barely, living flesh. That was the visual the Imperial forces would see. Dead bodies being feasted upon by thousands of rodents and other animals that escaped the initial bombardment. There would be no television crews airing this footage. Just the eyes of the Imperial forces.

Kelly the Mad

Losses

900 Soldiers

 

[Bossza007]

Protect by NIA Counter-Intelligence Service

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NIA Covert Operation National Intelligence Agency Thailand

Classification: Classified | Secret Eyes​ Encrytped Method: Maximum Secure​ Date: March 12, 2002​ Location: Congo Region​ Participant: National Intelligence Agency​

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The atmosphere within the Thai embassy was thick with tension, as the seven NIA operatives stood steadfast in their commitment to protect the interests of their homeland. With the departure of their military comrades on the Auxiliary fleet, they were now the sole guardians of justice, freedom, and truth, ready to work from the shadows on behalf of Thailand. The dimly lit interior of the embassy seemed to pulse with anticipation, each operative meticulously examining their sophisticated arsenal of equipment and tools. In the darkness, their fingers deftly explored the sleek surfaces of Encrypted Satellite Phones, the subtle weight of Covert Earpieces nestled within their ears, the unassuming presence of Portable Signal Jammers, and the reassuring heft of their personal AN/PRC-160(V) High-Frequency Manpack Radios.

As they continued their preparations, another operative turned his attention to the array of Surveillance and Monitoring Tools spread before him. His eyes lingered on the Compact Binoculars with image stabilization and rangefinding, the deceptive simplicity of the Covert Camera concealed within a wristwatch, the discreet Audio Recording Device nestled within the folds of a collar, and the stealthy Night Vision Goggles tucked inside a shirt. Each NIA operative was also equipped with a concealed FN Five-seveN, their most trusted ally in this dangerous game of shadows. The custom-made carbon-fiber holsters that held these lethal weapons were masterpieces of engineering, designed to maximize concealment and ease of access while remaining lightweight and incredibly strong. The pistol fit snugly against each agent's body, the advanced radio-frequency shielding material lining the holster ensuring that their firearms remained undetectable by electronic means.

As the NIA operatives completed their preparations, their thoughts turned to the daunting task that lay ahead. They understood the immense responsibility that now rested on their shoulders, as they were the only ones left to defend the principles that their nation held dear. In the depths of the Thai embassy, they steeled their resolve, the air crackling with determination and purpose. Each operative knew the stakes were high, and the risks even higher. But they were ready to face whatever challenges awaited them, to uphold the values of their beloved Thailand. In the darkness, they were united, bound by their unwavering loyalty to their country and their commitment to safeguarding its interests.

As the world outside continued to churn and change, the seven NIA operatives stood as beacons of steadfast determination, their every action a testament to the strength and resilience of the Thai spirit. And so, with their hearts aflame with courage and their minds sharpened by unwavering resolve, they prepared to embark on their clandestine mission, to defend their nation and its ideals from the shadows, and to ensure that the torch of truth, justice, and freedom would continue to burn brightly, no matter the cost.

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In the shadowy recesses of the Thai embassy's armory, the air was heavy with anticipation as three NIA operatives meticulously prepared their gear for the mission that lay ahead. These elite agents, specially trained and armed for high-stakes situations, were a testament to the unwavering dedication and resolve of the Thai people to protect their nation's interests. The NIA operatives donned camouflage-patterned uniforms, designed to blend seamlessly with their surroundings, as they outfitted themselves with lightweight, low-profile body armor. The plate carriers and ballistic plates offered essential protection without compromising their agility or speed. Their tactical gloves and sturdy, waterproof boots provided excellent grip and support, allowing them to traverse even the most rugged terrain with ease. The finishing touch was a lightweight ballistic helmet, complete with a night vision goggle mount, ensuring they were prepared for any situation, day or night.

The operatives' weapon systems were a reflection of their expertise and versatility. Two of them were equipped with FN SCAR-L compact assault rifles, chambered in a suitable caliber and outfitted with suppressors for stealthy operations and optics for precision target acquisition. The third operative's weapon of choice was the powerful Barrett M107A1, a testament to their proficiency in long-range engagements. Each agent also carried a Glock 19X with a suppressor and a combat knife, ensuring they were well-prepared for any close-quarters encounters. In addition to their formidable arsenal, the NIA operatives were armed with an array of advanced communications and surveillance equipment. Encrypted Radios and AN/PRC-160(V) High-Frequency Manpack Radios allowed for secure communication, while covert earpieces ensured discretion. Their lightweight, AN/PLQ-5 countermeasure system and high-quality binoculars were equipped with image stabilization and rangefinding capabilities, allowing for rapid, accurate assessments of their surroundings. A compact spotting scope and night vision goggles further enhanced their ability to survey the landscape and gather crucial intelligence.

As the NIA agents completed their preparations, their thoughts turned to the challenges they would face and the immense responsibility they bore as the last line of defense for their nation's interests. Each movement, each breath, was charged with the weight of this responsibility, and the knowledge that their actions would shape the course of history. The atmosphere within the armory was electric, the tension palpable as these skilled operatives steeled their resolve and focused on the task at hand. In their hearts, they knew they were more than just soldiers - they were guardians of justice, freedom, and truth, and they would not falter in their duty.

Through vivid descriptions and powerful dialogue, the reader is transported into the heart of the Thai embassy, where these NIA operatives stand as symbols of the unwavering spirit of the Thai people. Their intense emotions, expertly captured in the narrative, serve as a testament to the power of writing and the ability to convey the deepest aspects of the human experience. With each word, the reader's imagination is taken on a journey through the landscape of the story, leaving an indelible imprint on their heart and mind.

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In the heart of the Thai embassy, the ten NIA operatives convened in the ambassador's main room, joined by Pimolkittikool, the Thai ambassador to Congo. The gravity of the situation hung in the air, and the agents could feel the pressure mounting as they faced the challenge that lay ahead. Pimolkittikool's voice was resolute as she informed the operatives of the situation outside: "Four domestic CBI agents and two soldiers are guarding the embassy. We can't just walk out, so we must conceal every window and block any sound from within. Two APCs are within range of the embassy, likely BTR-90s if I remember correctly." The operatives nodded in understanding as embassy staff hurriedly carried out their daily tasks around them, the sense of urgency palpable.

One of the NIA operatives, skilled in electronic countermeasures, swiftly activated their AN/PLQ-5 system, scanning the vicinity for any electronic or communication devices near the embassy and the BTR-90s. As the devices were identified and jammed, the Congolese forces outside would realize their systems were being disrupted but would be unable to pinpoint the source. With the electronic countermeasures in place, Ambassador Pimolkittikool opened the door while the operatives took up concealed positions on the second floor and in strategic locations on the first floor. She called out to the Congolese agents and soldiers, suggesting that they might want to inspect the embassy's armory since the Thai personnel had left the country. The invitation was made to appear as normal and innocuous as possible.

As the six Congolese men entered the embassy, they were met with a facade of normalcy. Staff bustled about, seemingly preoccupied with their tasks, and the atmosphere felt tense yet ordinary. Little did they know, the NIA operatives were silently observing from their concealed positions as the ambassador led the group deeper into the embassy. The Congolese men remained unsuspecting as the exits and windows were discreetly secured and covered, ensuring that no one outside could detect the unfolding operation. As they reached the armory, their vulnerability reached its peak. The NIA operatives, hidden in the shadows, waited for the perfect moment to execute their plan with chilling precision.

As the group of Congolese men was led deeper into the embassy, the NIA operatives maintained their hidden positions and ensured that their plan was executed flawlessly. To conceal their activities from prying eyes outside, the operatives discreetly closed the curtains on all windows, creating an illusion of a typical day at the embassy. At the crucial junction within the building, the NIA operatives had carefully positioned themselves to surround the unsuspecting group. Four of the operatives were hidden along the path the group had just left, while three others waited in the armory room, ready to strike. Another three operatives had just left the room and were stationed at the last path of the junction.

The cunning placement of the operatives in this conjunction allowed them to launch a swift and lethal attack on the Congolese men from multiple directions. As the group reached the armory, the NIA agents sprung into action, catching their targets off-guard and eliminating them with deadly precision.

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The tension within the Thai embassy was palpable as the NIA operatives confirmed the deaths of the Congolese men, their faces etched with grim determination. Three of the armed personnel moved stealthily back towards the entrance, ready to guard the embassy from the inside while covertly keeping watch on the world outside. With practiced efficiency, the operatives began to search the lifeless bodies, their movements swift and professional, betraying years of experience in such dark tasks. As they worked, a somber conversation unfolded between two of the operatives. "Reminds me of the old days in Vietnam," one of them remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "You killed their officials the same way as this time, didn't you?" the other inquired, his tone somber and reflective. The first operative responded, "Not quite, but the setup and environment are the same. These CBI agents seem intriguing. They're a force to be reckoned with."

The dialogue was interrupted by the Thai ambassador, her voice laced with concern. "I hired a Congolese construction firm months ago to build the meeting room on the second floor. You're not going to burn these corpses here, are you?" An operative replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, honorable ambassador, but this is our everyday business." The operatives proceeded to strip the bodies of any valuable items and clothing, handling the grim task with detached professionalism. As the lifeless forms were carried to the second floor, the operatives revealed a makeshift furnace capable of reducing a human body to ashes. The chilling sight was a stark reminder of the high stakes and ruthless measures that the NIA operatives were willing to undertake to protect their nation's interests.

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"As the inky cloak of night descended upon the world, the NIA agents stood at the precipice of destiny, their hearts pounding with the fierce intensity of a thousand suns. In this moment of reckoning, they were resolute, undeterred by the suffocating darkness or the unyielding gaze of fate. For they knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that the courage and conviction that coursed through their veins was a force unmatched by any species in the vast expanse of the universe."

Kelly the Mad

 

[Kelly the Mad]

As they progressed through the empty husks of burnt-out buildings on the outskirts of Brazzaville, the airborne forces would become more and more on edge. It was too quiet. There had been five contacts thus far, what the commanding officer - Colonel Dominique Victor - suspected were merely sentries on picket duty. In total about twelve resistant republicans had been killed in the line of fire, and four captured and subsequently executed. Thus passed the first fifteen minutes of the operation.

The charred corpses of civilians as he passed by disgusted the Colonel- but that was just the price of war. At least, that is what he had been told since he joined the Imperial Army just two years back. The rats seemed unafraid of his men, hanging onto corpses even as they were checked for weapons, the fat little monsters having gorged themselves on human flesh for weeks now. Quite frankly, Dominique wanted to vomit. But he had a duty, and he had to carry on. He supposed a corpse dead from shrapnel was better than the ones burned to a crisp that had been reported in mass just a mile away. He kept his composure, like a professional. What truly scared the Colonel was that his men seemed even less affected by the gruesome sights than he was. They rolled bodies over, tearing away clothes to check for gang or militia-affiliated tattoos, for radios, guns, grenades, ammunition, anything they could use to add these casualties to their official tallies.

But it wasn't that quiet forever. And as soon as the lead started flying, the soldiers became the perfect image of discipline.

As the sniper fire began, the Imperials responded in force: Automatic fire lit up the top floors of all surrounding buildings, attempting to keep the sharpshooters down whenever friendly forces needed to cross a street in the open. Periodically Imperial snipers would be dispatched into more structurally sound buildings in teams of four- two snipers, a radio operator, and a rifleman for security. These teams would mainly work counter-sniping, as well as providing cover to ground-level firefights. Once the first RPGs and machine guns opened onto the Imperials, Hermes drones would earmark the position and the airborne forces would fall back a block before calling in one of the loitering Su-25Ts. A KAB-500KR TV Guided bomb would quickly come down onto the targeted building, penetrating deep into its floors before exploding with the power to level it entirely, and, depending on their condition, neighboring structures as well. This would be followed by a small-scale bombardment by the guns of the armored divisions in Kinshasa. The airborne forces would then push forward once more and take the position, confirming casualties and pushing onward.

As men were wounded by the defending Republicans, they would be sent or carried back through the two main sweep lines, until they reached a third reserve line on the very outer city limits. Here, the more fit of the injured- those with an injured non-dominant arm, concussions, hurt legs, etc. would man weapons systems to ensure their security, even though it was low risk, while medics tended to their comrades who were in more peril.

As resistance concentrated closer to the capital, it was inevitable that the loitering drones would be able to make out some activity ahead of ground contact. Whenever this was confirmed, the two Su-25T aircraft armed with KAB-500KR-OD TV-guided bombs - thermobaric explosives - would perform multiple runs in the immediate vicinity. Penetrating the larger buildings in the city center, the bombs would detonate, turning entire blocks of buildings into vacuums strong enough to collapse human lungs, but not to collapse the buildings themselves, in addition to a massive fireball that would be visible billowing out of every window. This would wipe out a strong section of resistance immediately, and the airborne forces would rush forward to take advantage of these new weak links. They would exploit the gaps in the Republicans' defenses, seizing these complexes and using them to launch attacks on neighboring buildings. Once they reached the outskirts of the capital building, orders would be forwarded to seize it while incurring as little damage as possible.

Sniper and machine gun nests would be established surrounding the building, staring into its exposed corridors, taking shots at any potentially human shape that crossed their sights. Like this hundreds of rounds would be expended, and few Republican bodies on the ground to show for it. As the force fully enveloped the buildings surrounding, three main lines would be established: The first line, immediately surrounding the capital, would be tasked with keeping watch and preparing to act. The second line would consist of the bulk of the force and would be tasked with maintaining security within the city. They would patrol the streets, set up watch points along roads, place marksmen in advantageous positions, and would search through every building. This would include breaking down the doors of houses of worship to visually confirm no armed inhabitants. The final line would be the exterior picket, lightly armed and manned mainly by the injured who were still capable of fighting.

By now, with airspace considered secure, three Mi-26Ms from Charlie Field would fly map of the earth to the river bank of the Congo, where the most severely injured would be loaded and then flown just across the river to the nearest hospital. They would continue these return trips until the last of the severely wounded were evacuated. The bodies of those lost in the invasion would come next, easily distinguishable from the Republicans by the fact that they had most of their flesh on their bones.

[PART 1/2]
ManBear​

 

[ManBear]

The men knew they were fighting a losing fight. As the sun began its slow journey below the horizon, the heavens wore the black of smoke. Wearing the black as if it was in mourning for the devastating loss of life that was occurring below. Most of the men fighting the invaders would not make it home to their families and those that did make it home would leave their best parts lying on the battlefield next to their brothers who perished. But they would keep fighting. Laying their lives down in the hopes that some miracle would occur to stop the hostilities and return these people to their old way of life. But no miracles would come this day. Today would be a day wrought with death and bloodshed.

Bombs seemingly exploded the air around the men as they began their guerilla warfare against their enemies. They were fighting an overwhelming force that was better equipped and better trained than they were. But this was their home and they make the enemy pay for every step they took. As the enemy progressed into the center of the town they would find increasingly more active civilian presence around them. Most would ignore them but some brave few would hurl insults and trash at the invading forces. This was not the Iraqi children of the first gulf war or the Bosnians during the Peacekeeping abroad. These were angry women and children who did not want invaders on their doorsteps. Insults hurled at the soldiers would often involve the Imperial mothers who must have made a deal with a demon to raise such evil sons.

The Republican forces were no match for the Imperial Forces and eventually the fighting would lull into a peaceful serenity that would only be disrupted by the smell of burnt skin, crying families, and the sight of rats feasting upon the dead bodies. That is until they happened upon a group of a couple hundred civilians dressed all in white making their way through the streets singing a song made popular by an American movie released in two thousand.

"As I went down to the river to pray;
Studyin' about that good ole way;
And who shall wear that starry crown;
Good lord show me the way."

As they moved their way through the streets more civilians joined them in their pilgrimage towards the Congo River. As more joined the reverie the silence of the town was seemingly overwhelmed by the men, women, and children seeking salvation from a higher power as their own military was unable to provide it to them. They would repeat the song the entire time as they walked and would simply ignore the Imperial and Republic forces as they walked. They were god's children and had no answers for mortal men.

Kelly the Mad

 

[Kelly the Mad]

Expecting hate and resistance, the soldiers did not react to the verbal abuse. They tried their best to avoid making eye contact at all, and would never respond. Until trash, furniture, and anything that could potentially harm the soldiers were thrown. At this point, soldiers would come through with clubs and beat the assaulting civilians to the ground, until they were unable to stand again. Then, they would move on.

When the people in all white came through, the attitude of the attacking forces would change.

This procession of civilians, singing in a foreign language, all in unison, sent a chill through the spines of the Imperial soldiers. The singing, echoing through the silent streets, picked up and drowned out the sizzling of bodies and building substructures- drowned out the scattering of rats, the whistling of the wind through hollow highrises, the scattered gunshots from the edge of the city where the last armed resistance was being run out.

The soldiers didn't know what these people were doing, but they decided it couldn't go on. In full gear, a line of infantry three deep would be formed up blocking the main throughway the procession was following. They would stand fast, square their shoulders, and prevent the people from moving forward. In the surrounding buildings, sharpshooters and automatic weapon squads would provide overwatch. A second line behind the first in the road would be armed to the teeth and prepared to lay down suppressing fire above the heads of the procession if they got too violent.

ManBear

 

[ManBear]

The soldiers left a trail of broken bodies behind them as they moved every other house to beat civilians who had opted to throw random pieces of trash at the invading army. They left behind a group of civilians who, while they could no longer walk, would remember the vileness that was issued upon them by the barbarians that walked their streets. While many of them were barely educated they all knew what a barbarian was. Except now they knew a face to put to the name. They were Imperial Congolese. They were cousins and brothers. Aunts and Uncles. Extended Family that had been separated by the invisible border erected between the Republic and the Empire.

Further on, as the choir marched through the city singing their song of their fealty to their one true god, they merely stopped at the the blocking of their path by the Imperial Forces. Their singing did not stop. They offered no explanation as they simply stared past the soldiers towards the river, their once white gowns now stained with dirt and soot from the devastated city. The faces of those clothed in the white gowns wore their tears proudly as they rolled down their face and dropped to the dusty ground below them. Their singing did not cease. It grew as more joined in. It wasn't a riot that the Imperial Forces were used to but there were several hundred civilians standing there in formation and singing in unison.

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As I went down in the river to pray;
Studying about that good old way;
And who shall wear the starry crown;
Good Lord, show me the way!

O sisters, let's go down,;
Let's go down, come on down;
O sisters, let's go down;
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray;
Studying about that good old way;
And who shall wear the robe and crown;
Good Lord, show me the way!

O brothers, let's go down;
Let's go down, come on down;
Come on, brothers, let's go down;
Down in the river to pray

As I went down in the river to pray;
Studying about that good old way;
And who shall wear the starry crown;
Good Lord, show me the way!"

Those singing would simply repeat the song over and over again as they waited for their path to be opened to continue on their way. The longer they stood there the more civilians joined in on the white robed ones as they sang. It wouldn't be long before the white robes were overwhelmed by dirty clothes of the regular common man. The lead woman, held her crucifix aloft in her hands as she sang. She sang as if she was praying to the almighty for deliverance. Her tear stricken face showed her possible captors or abusers that she was a fervent believer that her deliverance would come and they could not stop her or her god from providing it.

The voices would swell in size as they waited to pass. Soon the voices would echo through the devastated streets and drown out the gunfire happened elsewhere in the city for those standing around them. They were unarmed for what they could see except for the rosaries and crucifixes held in clasped hands as their singing prayed to the heavens.


Kelly the Mad

 

[Bossza007]

Protect by NIA Counter-Intelligence Service

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NIA Covert Operation National Intelligence Agency Thailand

Classification: Classified | Secret Eyes​ Encrytped Method: Maximum Secure​ Date: March 12, 2002​ Location: Congo Region​ Participant: National Intelligence Agency | Kelly the Mad ManBear​

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As the heavy curtain of night fell over the Thai embassy, the NIA operatives moved with a chilling precision that echoed through the cold corridors. Their silhouettes were fleeting, as though shadows whispering secrets to the oncoming darkness. The Thai ambassador, Pimolkittikool, watched the operatives in silent reverence, her heart swelling with a mingling of fear and pride. "May the spirits guide you," she uttered, her voice barely audible yet carrying the gravity of the situation. One operative turned to her, the faint light glinting off his stern eyes. "And may they protect our homeland, honorable ambassador," he responded, his voice unwavering.

The lead operative, known only as Ghost, swiftly activated their AN/PLQ-5 system again. "Lynx, make sure the BTR-90s are blind and deaf," Ghost commanded, his voice as steady as his resolve. Lynx, a woman of few words but immense skill, nodded, her fingers dancing over the high-tech gadget, sending a wave of electronic disruption toward the APCs stationed ominously outside the embassy. Upstairs, a seasoned operative code-named Falcon knelt by the makeshift furnace, the last remnants of their grim task turning to ash. His gaze hardened, and Falcon addressed his comrades, "In this line of work, we trade our humanity for duty. Let’s make sure it wasn't in vain." His words echoed through the silent room, each operative acknowledging the sobering truth behind them.

As the operatives ascended from the embassy, blending seamlessly into the darkness, the air crackled with the electric charge of their determination. Their every move was synchronized, a harmonious dance of shadows under the moonlit sky. Their communication specialist, the Owl, coordinated their movements with unnerving calm. "Eagle and Hawk, you take the south side. Serpent, you're with me." His words weren't orders; they were the reassurance of a brother standing beside them in the face of danger.

Outside, the Congolese soldiers in the BTR-90s tried in vain to maintain their communication lines, unaware of the looming shadow of the NIA operatives closing in. From the safety of the embassy, Pimolkittikool watched as the NIA operatives disappeared into the night, each one a guardian of Thailand's hopes and dreams. The embassy's somber facade concealed the fervor of a nation's resolve, as those within prepared to face an uncertain dawn. The NIA operatives, symbols of their nation's indomitable spirit, were ready to defend their homeland's interests from the shadows, their resolve echoing through the silent night.

As the world outside continued to churn in turmoil, their unwavering determination remained the only constant. Bound by their unwavering loyalty to their country and their shared commitment to safeguard its interests, they stood united in the darkness, their courage a beacon of hope in the face of adversity. And so, under the solemn gaze of the moon, the seven NIA operatives, armed with their unwavering resolve, embarked on their clandestine mission. Each operative was acutely aware of the stakes, and yet, they pressed on, their hearts aflame with courage and minds steeled by purpose. They knew that the torch of truth, justice, and freedom must continue to burn brightly, no matter the cost.

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In the hushed calm of the night, ten spectral figures moved with a ruthless elegance. Each one was armed with determination and an array of sophisticated equipment that would make even the most seasoned soldier look twice. Ghost's voice crackled through the radio, a beacon in the gloom. "Stay sharp, and remember, silence is our ally." Lynx, armed with a silenced Walther P99 pistol, her eyes amplified by an infrared headset, took point. The icy calm in her voice betrayed none of her simmering emotions. "Eagle, Hawk, on my six."

Eagle and Hawk fell into formation, their SIG Sauer P226 pistols eerily silent under the cover of the night. The air hung heavy with anticipation as they approached the APC. Their hearts pounded in unison, a symphony of fear and resolve that echoed in the silence of the night. Owl, stationed at a vantage point with his .50 caliber Barrett M82, scanned the scene through his advanced scope. His voice was steady, every word calculated and precise. "Three heat signatures in the APC. Ghost, your call." Ghost's voice was calm and resolute as he gave the order. "Falcon, Serpent, prepare to engage. Lynx, jam their communications again." Even as the fear gnawed at his resolve, his voice was unwavering, a testament to the depth of his commitment.

Falcon, the explosives specialist, with a grim focus that reflected in his voice, acknowledged. "C4 ready, Ghost. We'll make it quick." The lump in his throat was the only sign of his anxiety. Within moments, a flash of brilliant light erupted from the APC, and a muffled boom echoed through the deserted street. The night air was suddenly alive with the acrid smell of charred metal and the sound of shattering glass. Serpent, the team's sharpshooter, quickly scanned the area through his thermal scope, his voice a calming presence amid the chaos. "Two down, one exiting the APC."

Ghost's voice cut through the static again. "Hawk, Eagle, take him." The two operatives moved as one, their silenced pistols spitting out death, dropping the disoriented soldier before he could comprehend what had just transpired. Owl's voice crackled through the radio again. "Area clear. Well done, team." As the dust settled, the operatives took a moment to acknowledge their victory. Falcon's voice echoed through the radio, "One step closer to home."

Despite the adrenaline that still coursed through their veins, their minds were filled with the weight of the lives they had taken. Each voice that rang through the radio carried a heavy silence, a profound understanding of the costs of their duty. The city slept on, oblivious to the drama that had unfolded under the watchful gaze of the moon. The mission had been a success, but the toll it had taken was clear in every voice that echoed in the silence of the night. Their hearts pounded with the thrill of victory, yet ached with the reality of their actions. In the pursuit of duty, they had once again walked the line between humanity and necessity, their voices a testament to the deep emotional conflict that colored their triumph.

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"Upon the canvas of infinity, we trace ephemeral lines, In the grand cosmic ballet, our brief dance intertwines. In the silent theatre of existence, we're but fleeting signs, Yet in the briefest moments, life's brilliance shines. Oh, Death, you loom in corners of our minds, quiet and cold, Yet we walk forward, each day, brave and bold. You are the one truth, the story often told, Our final chapter, our hands inevitably to hold. In your shadow, fear often thrives, fear often grows, In the silent corners, where no sunlight goes. Yet, in your presence, acceptance sometimes shows, A gentle surrender, to the only fate one knows. Your touch, a shiver, echoes through bones and skin, A silent whisper, an end and a begin. For in your quiet, we find a melody within, A song of life, sung with a peaceful din. You, who usher us into the arms of the night, Can also guide us to the edge of first light. For in your embrace, we may find respite, An end to the weary day, a release from the fight. Oh, Death, though your name strikes a sorrowful chord, You’re but a passage, an unsheathed sword. A transition, an echo, a silent word, In the grand poem of existence, the final accord. In your promise, there’s a solace we can't deny, A tranquil calm beneath the starlit sky. A surrender, a release, a final goodbye, A chance to rest beneath the lullaby. We live, we love, we dream, we dare, In the face of your inevitability, stark and bare. And in your presence, we find a beauty rare, A testament to life, lived fully, fair. Oh, Death, you are not an end, but a bend in the river, A chance to reflect, to forgive, to deliver. In your quiet song, we are the notes that quiver, Eternal echoes in the cosmic shiver. So, we dance in the face of our mortality, In the grand cosmic ballet, a fleeting reality. For every end carries its own vitality, A new beginning in the canvas of infinity."​

"In the quiet aftermath, where echoes of laughter ring, In rooms now hushed, where once your spirit did sing. In the vacant spaces, your absence does bring, We learn to live, on grief’s tender wing. The morning light breaks, but without your shade, Every laughter feels tinged, every smile does fade. Yet, amid the sorrow, life's melody is played, In every quiet sunrise, your memory is made. Every touch of the breeze, whispers your name, In every soft shadow, we seek your flame. Your absence, a void, life’s unwelcome claim, Yet, in our hearts, you remain, untamed. In the solitude of sorrow, tears become our speech, In every silent corner, your memory we reach. Yet, in the echo of loss, resilience does teach, A song of survival, our hearts dare to preach. The night feels colder, without your guiding star, Yet, every dawn reminds us of who we are. Bearers of your legacy, travelers from afar, Carrying your light, even when you are far. Through every sorrow-laden sigh, every tear-stained night, Through every heart-heavy pause, every lone fight, In the vast emptiness left in your wake, so white, We find the strength to live, to claim our right. The world keeps turning, despite our stillness, In the cacophony of life, we find our silence. Grief becomes a river, a conduit for our fullness, Flowing towards healing, towards life’s brilliance. Our hearts, like Phoenixes, rise from the ashes of your leave, In the spaces between sorrow, we learn to believe. For every sunset promises a dawn, a reprieve, And in our resilience, your life, we weave. So, we tread softly on the path of the bereaved, Where sorrow and strength are tightly interweaved. In the silent spaces where your loss is grieved, In every heartbeat, your life is received. Through every season of sorrow, every turn of the tide, In the echo of your absence, in the spaces left wide, We find the courage to live, with memories as our guide, In every sunrise, your spirit, by our side."​