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    This document is more classified than words in this language are usually used to describe. If you are reading this, and you are not an intelligence officer, you have just violated any number of laws. Please turn yourself in to the authorities as soon as possible.

    Broken Visage: Disorder in the Republican League of Karakas since the Great Collapse


    The economic effects of the Great Collapse were felt region-wide. Every government was severely rocked, but one of those that collapsed outright was that of Karakas. Its previous reputation as one of the more stable multi-ethnic and multi-lingual societies of Apolyton was shattered in just a few short years.

    The Karakas Sovereign's value was devastated by the Collapse. Inflation soared, confidence bottomed out, and the economy went into free-fall. The economic crisis exacerbated recurring themes in Karakan social pressures, including secessionism in Pristina and Hammerheim, the rivalry between the agricultural center and the urbanized coast, native disaffection in Diego Garcia and the Marshall Islands, and the competition between the language groups. Before long, fighting had begun. For several months it took the form of street scuffles and arson, but progressed rapidly to riots and then to open battle, with army units, vigilante militias, and criminal syndicates trading gunfire.

    The most determined of the armed factions proved to be the Hammerheim National Guard and the Civil Defense Militia in Adailton. The former carved out an effectively independent state on most of the Republic of Hammerheim territory, holding off several attacks from Pendelhaven as well as Chimerican brigands crossing the passes. The Civil Defense Militia’s ground and sea divisions repelled attacks from the People’s Army of Kyralia and Gold Coast pirates before its air units launched devastating reprisals against Kalan Rega.

    At length, the violence stopped. Our experts estimate that at least 20,000 were killed in the fighting. At the Summit of Vina del Mar, the capital was formally moved from the devastated Ciudad de Karakas to Adailton, which had survived the chaos with less bomb damage than economic damage. Kyralia walked out of the summit in protest and seceded again from Karakas. The delegates also resolved to re-incorporate Hammerheim, but have insufficient power to actually do so.

    Kyralia and Hammerheim are independent: the latter has access to mineral resources in its mountains and to markets in the chaotic states of Chimerica, while the former looks to be returning to its “Great Freeze”-era economic depression. Both are still carrying hand-me-down weaponry from the Republican League.

    Pristina is effectively independent under a Numenorean-speaking regime. The landlocked province is economically and politically isolated, bordered by the powerful armies of Centralis on the one side and the robber-barons of central Karakas and Atlan on the others. Vermont and the agricultural center are home to countless warlords and petty thugs constantly fighting each other for turf. These two regions have no official economy, relying almost entirely on the black market to survive.

    The name “Karakas” now refers, in a political sense, to the eastern seaboard provinces: Adailton, the Gold Coast (Vina del Mar), the Plains States (Ciudad de Karakas), and Pendelhaven. But they are far from united, and mutual mistrust is still high. The League Defense Command is long gone, with each state controlling its own local military forces. Adailton, the state with the most commerce and finances, is also the state with the best-trained and equipped forces. (See also Security Issues.)

    Security Issues

    Another open war would be catastrophic for Karakas, and could even draw in nearby armies. Open war is not considered likely at this point. The city-states of the east coast are effectively armed enclaves and exert no control over the center, which remains lawless. A proposed “police action” by the eastern armies was derailed by their failure to reach agreement on leadership issues.

    Since the Great Collapse, the Sea of Storms has become a piracy center in Apolyton. The Marshall Islands, now effectively independent, are a largely failed state and a haven for crime and piracy. Adailton and the Gold Coast control most of the former League Navy, and they are also less different linguistically and co-operate more effectively, making those areas somewhat safer for sea traffic.

    On top of this chaos is the DataDyne corporation. It possesses what could be the strongest army in Karakas if it were not classified as a corporate security division. Its employees are well-paid, much more so than the soldiers of Pendelhaven and the Plains States, and are mainly used to guard its facilities and shipping. The corporation is a military contractor for the Adailton militia, manufacturing armaments in its facilities in Apolyton Minor and The Hill south-west of Apoltyon. DataDyne has the potential to be either a major threat or a major help to security.

    Policy Recommendations

    Adailton and the Gold Coast are likely to be the strongest of the provinces in the near future and possibly the foreseeable future. As such, these are the factions that should be looked to for the maintenance of stability. Coastal Karakas could form a bulwark against the anarchy and banditry of inland Apolyton O’ues. Alternatively, economic influence could be exerted to draw Pendelhaven, the Plains States, or Hammerheim into our sphere of influence, granting us a foothold in the region.

    Pristina and the central regions must be watched carefully. With no law and order likely to prevail here for the foreseeable future, vigilance is important against the possibility that these regions become a haven for terrorism or organized crime. Marshall Kaye has commented that
    >- Transfer interrupted!
    Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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    Destroyer GNS Vigilant, currently in international waters, off the northeastern coast of Noosland

    They were heading north at 24 knots. The Vigilant was leading a group of 3 frigates and 2 destroyers. Their mission was to patrol the southern Sea of Storms and provide a security evaluation for the paper pushers back in Guardinia City. Soon, the Guardinian government hoped to send trade convoys this way in an effort to bring Coastal Karakas back together and help them stabilize the region. But first, they needed to arrange security for those convoys. The Vigilant and her small group were being sent in as a scouting party. The strategy planners had decided to thread lightly, sending only a small group in so as not to appear too threatening or provocative. However, the Vigilant and her small group were not to be left hanging if things got really nasty. The carrier Inexorable and her battle group were currently conducting training operations in the open waters about 100 miles southeast of the Vigilant's current position. The carrier battle group would be on stand-by for the duration of the Vigilant's mission. The carrier's Hawkeye surveillance aircraft would also keep an eye on things from a distance.

    There was someone else in on this little party too.
    The Guardinian navy's two "stealth submarines", the Sneaky and the Snoopy had gone in ahead of the Vigilant's group and were currently sniffing around somewhere up north. However, the captain of the Vigilant knew that these subs were very "hush, hush" and often had their own agenda, so he didn't really count on much support from that side.

    As the sun began to set, the captain scanned the bridge and checked his watch.
    They were on schedule, and his people were alert and ready for anything.
    Good.
    They would be entering former Karakas territorial waters in 30 minutes.
    Last edited by Guardian; December 9, 2004, 07:03.
    "Politics is to say you are going to do one thing while you're actually planning to do someting else - and then you do neither."
    -- Saddam Hussein

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    • #3
      Inside former Karakas waters, about 90 miles south of Adailton

      Most of the former Karakan navy was deployed around Adailton to deter trouble. However, near the waters into which the Guardinian ships would soon be steaming was the Firebolt, an Arsenal ship built in Antarctica four years earlier. Its miniscule radar signature made it ideal for hunting pirates in these waters, and it could put forth an impressive volume of fire on anyone who provoked it. It had precious few torpedoes loaded, those being an expensive commodity in the post-Collapse world, but banks of mean-looking chain guns in its sides were kept loaded and oiled around the clock.

      The Firebolt came around slowly in the cold night (OOC: Is it night? It was night when I wrote this ) air. The pirate ship's wake had disappeared minutes before, but on the command center somewhere in the depths of the Adailton-flagged vessel an operator had just located its radar blip again.

      Across the radio waves, a message flew fast as physics could send it to an air base in the Gold Coast. Minutes later, two long-range anti-ship bombers lifted from their tarmac, and followed the Firebolt's towards their prey . . . due south . . .

      * * *

      Northern Kyralia

      The Kyralian general was reading the reports on the profits of recent hijackings in the Marshall Islands when the call came in. His naval watchers had observed a curious anomaly: a submarine wake signature that appeared for just a moment, then vanished.

      He thought hard. That pointed to a stealth submarine, and as far as they knew, the mainlanders had none of those. That pointed to foreigners. Foreigners, especially ones who could afford a stealth submarine, were probably a security risk.

      He thought harder still. A security risk, yes, unless there were some way the Kyralian army could turn it to their advantage.

      First, he ordered his anti-submarine gunboats to be placed on alert. Then he placed a call to the intelligence desk with a rather strange question: on what sort of personnel were available who were fluent in mainland Karakan dialects of Numenorean and Spanish . . .
      Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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      • #4
        Wow, something's going on? Noosland quickly beefs up border defense for starters.
        (\__/) 07/07/1937 - Never forget
        (='.'=) "Claims demand evidence; extraordinary claims demand extraordinary evidence." -- Carl Sagan
        (")_(") "Starting the fire from within."

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        • #5
          damn more action just when the my new nation has passed into obscurity again .....
          GM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71

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          • #6
            What's happening now, Mr President?
            (\__/) 07/07/1937 - Never forget
            (='.'=) "Claims demand evidence; extraordinary claims demand extraordinary evidence." -- Carl Sagan
            (")_(") "Starting the fire from within."

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            • #7
              Sorry gang, I was in Geelong. The saga continues tomorrow.
              Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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              • #8
                We continue

                Adailton

                Someone once wrote, or would have written if books existed about such things, that you should never stage a coup during a war. Oh, sure, Adailton wasn't at war, not in any conventional sense. Unless you counted the ships going around shooting pirates, or the fighter-bombers going supersonic over Kyralia just to annoy the islanders. But most people didn't count that as a war.

                The coup happened at 2:03 P.M. on a Sunday. The incorrectly named Chamber of Commerce walked into the meeting room after lunch and the chairman was informed that the others had taken a poll over a Karakas Fried Chicken takeaway and decided that he was no longer the chairman. Security escorted him off the premises with minimal fuss, and they continued with the day's business. The public never knew; there was a sale at the Gigamall, and such things would only worry them.

                Now that the war (the shooting war, anyway) was over, it would be necessary to get an economic policy together. Though they agreed that Pendelhaven and the Plains States were not to be trusted, they decided their city's self-sufficiency during the war would be a plus for attracting foreign trade.

                With the Guardinians and their human rights watchers taking an interest in the region, they would have to tread carefully. No-one was sure exactly how the Civil Defense Militia, which both wrote parking tickets and flew fighter jets, would be viewed in Guardinia City. The new chairman hoped they would be pragmatic and look favorably on what the Militia had done during the war.

                Enough talking had been done. It was time for the chairman to pick up the phone.

                "Could you connect me to the Noosland hotline, please?" asked Jose Djordjevic, former president of the Republican League.
                Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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                • #9
                  [OOC: My apologies for being so slow in getting back in here… I've been meaning to post here for a good couple of weeks now, but I haven't gotten around to it… -until now…

                  Anyway, I agree on the matter of night time. As the Guardinian ships started coming north, the sun was going down, so night time would be correct, yes. If you like, we could say that - rather than 30 minutes - they had a couple of hours worth of sailing to do before entering former Karakas waters.]



                  Destroyer GNS Vigilant, in former Karakas waters off the Gold Coast

                  They had entered the former territorial waters of Karakas and were steaming north just inside the border.
                  The ships were darkened and not transmitting any signals…

                  -for now...



                  Carrier GNS Inexorable, 200 miles southeast of the Vigilant's position

                  They were heading northeast at 12 knots. The carrier was a flurry of activity, although nothing was as of yet out of the ordinary. In the Combat Information Center, a group of officers had a brief discussion, then one of them turned to his console and worked almost frantically for several seconds. Coded transmissions flew off back home towards Guardinia and, more importantly, up north towards the Vigilant. Several minutes ago, a Hawkeye surveillance aircraft had reported an unidentified naval vessel turning towards the Vigilant's group and transmitting some sort of signal yet to be analyzed. Now, more ominously, a pair of long range maritime bombers were reported taking off from an air base on the Gold Coast and heading south…

                  There was a small vessel about 18 miles north of the Vigilant's current position which could be the target of both the unidentified naval vessel and the bombers, but it seemed like an awful lot of firepower for such a small target. Besides, even if the small vessel was in fact the target, the Vigilant and her group would be much too close for comfort…



                  Destroyer GNS Vigilant

                  "Oh cripes! Ah… sir! We've got more company coming."
                  Captain Singleton looked up from the intelligence briefing he'd been reading and turned to face his bridge crew. He noticed that the situation map showed two new air contacts coming out from the Gold Coast and that the Datalink status indicator now showed a green light next to the word "Receiving". Good. The Inexorable had started feeding him everything they had, so he could see everything they saw, even though his ship did not have any active sensors in action at the moment. This was one of the many wonders of a modern navy. Using this technology, ships and aircraft could link their computer systems together and share data so that what was visible to one was visible to them all. Of course, sharing your own data would require sending coded transmissions, which could be detected and thus reveal the position - or at least the presence - of the transmitter. At the moment, the Vigilant was in passive mode; receiving, but not transmitting anything herself.

                  "Message from Diamond 1, sir."
                  Diamond 1 was the Inexorable - the leader of Task Force Diamond.
                  The Vigilant and her group were Task Force Dolphin.
                  Captain Singleton briefly took his eyes off the situation map and proceeded to study the coded message. As he read, he frowned.

                  "Okay, folks, it looks like we're about to have some company around here and that our guests just might be about to take a few shots at each other. Now, that's not a good time to go sneaking around looking hidden and dangerous, so we need to let these people know we're here and make sure they know who we are." He paused for a moment, then issued the order.
                  "Activate ID beacons!"
                  "Activate ID beacons, aye sir!"
                  Another short pause.
                  "ID beacons active, sir."

                  The ID beacons of the Guardinian vessels were now active and transmitting a signal that would identify the ships as Guardinian to any foreign radar operators. -If their radar systems were modern enough to interpret such signals…

                  Singleton knew that for some of the vessel operating in these waters, that might not be the case.
                  Better not take any chances here.
                  He issued another string of orders.
                  "Light lanterns! Activate radars! Get on an international radio frequency and transmit our identity and purpose to anyone who'll listen!"

                  From a distance, lights seemed to appear out of nowhere out there on the dark sea.
                  Radar systems came online and began transmitting. Radios began broadcasting in the open. Within a couple of minutes, the five Guardinian ships were literally lit up like a bunch of Christmas trees.



                  Submarine GNS Snoopy, off the coast of Northern Kyralia

                  Hidden beneath the gently rolling waves of the dark sea, the sub was traveling north along the coast and listening carefully for anyoone or anything else moving anywhere near this coast. All while doing a pretty good impression of being a plain old harmless water molecule…
                  Last edited by Guardian; December 28, 2004, 04:37.
                  "Politics is to say you are going to do one thing while you're actually planning to do someting else - and then you do neither."
                  -- Saddam Hussein

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                  • #10
                    Gurka 17, People of the Valley
                    I am of the Horde.

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                    • #11
                      Summary

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                      • #12
                        Arsenal ship Firebolt

                        The command staff's concentration was very nearly broken by the flurry of activity. Every panel and computer monitor in the room began flashing lights. In just one second the Firebolt had gone from the solitude of the Sea of Storms to a metaphorical block party, only with more explosives. Captain Sorondo thought he recognized a Guardinian accent on the radio.

                        "There's a veritable Guardinian fleet out there, Captain. I've got five ships at close proximity."

                        Captain Sorondo traced the radar readout with his eyes. "Well then. This could get interesting." He adjusted the visor on his hat. "Radio the Guardinian commander and tell them what our situation is here. And send a cable to Adailton." The Guardinians did not appear to be doing anything hostile, but they were clearly inside - former - Karakan territorial waters.

                        He continued, "Increase speed - I want to run right down the pirate's stern. Chain guns, stand by to fire!" he ordered the last part into the speaking tube.

                        "GNS Vigilant, we are reading your signal. This is the Civil Defense Militia vessel Firebolt. We are in hot pursuit of a pirate vessel, which is currently 17 miles north of your position."

                        Captain Sorondo leaned over the shoulder of his radio operator. The pirate had obviously not seen the Guardinians, or was trying to run through them like a coral reef. Unlike a coral reef, however, they were moving towards the pirate at 24 knots. The captain swallowed hard; they could probably slip away in a crossfire between ships of this size.

                        Then he remembered. "The bombers! Tell them to hold their fire!"

                        "Firebolt, this is Greyhawk 1. Expect visual contact with pirate in seven minutes."

                        "Tell them to hold their fire!"
                        Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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                        • #13
                          [OOC: Once again, I apologize for being kind of slow to get back in here - this time I've been meaning to post since some time last year! Oh, and by the way… Happy New Year! )


                          Destroyer GNS Vigilant

                          Civil Defence Militia, huh?
                          In pursuit of a pirate vessel? Hmmm...
                          Captain Singleton briefly pondered that one, momentarily resisting the urge to ask for proof that it was really a pirate vessel they were chasing. No, he thought. This wasn't the time to go throwing his weight around playing judge in someone else's backyard. Now, he supposed the Guardinian Navy had a reputation for doing just that from time to time, but just now didn't seem to be one of those times. For now, he would observe and report, keep his ships safe - and try to avoid pissing off people too much on the first night of his mission.

                          "Sir, what do we do here?"
                          "We get out of here, that's what we do. This isn't our fight, gentlemen. We return to international waters and keep traveling north outside the border while we file a report and await further orders."
                          "Signal the formation, hard right rudder! Steady on course 0-7-0 degrees, all ahead full!"

                          As the five ships turned for their new course and began picking up speed, the voice with the Guardinian accent spoke again on the radio.

                          "We copy that, Firebolt. Your target appears to be coming our way…" There was a pause, as if the Guardinian was searching for the right words or like he was about to say something but then changed his mind in the last minute. "We are increasing speed and heading back out into international waters - out of your way. We will not interfere with your mission, but we will defend ourselves if needed. Over."
                          "Politics is to say you are going to do one thing while you're actually planning to do someting else - and then you do neither."
                          -- Saddam Hussein

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                          • #14
                            [OOC: You too ]

                            "Greyhawk 1, the five ships approaching at twelve o'clock are Guardinian naval vessels, those are neutrals! They are not to be fired upon. Over."

                            "Copy that, Firebolt," replied Greyhawk 1's pilot. "Over. Remain in light."

                            The last three words indicated that the operation had begun. Greyhawk 1 veered to the right of the pirate vessel while the other bomber went in low right above the ship. Pale flashes of small-arms fire erupted from the deck, but the plane flew on undeterred.

                            Back on the Firebolt, Captain Sorondo had just heard the transmission from GNS Vigilant. He took the opportunity to speak personally. "Thank you for understanding, Vigilant. I hope to meet you again in better circumstances. Over and out."

                            The bombers came around in a long, lazy arc, releasing a string of round metallic objects. The sea mines splashed into the water ahead of the pirate vessel. The fugitive ship made no attempt to slow down, slamming right into one at almost full speed. The speed of the impact knocked the mine somewhat away from the hull, and the explosion failed to rip all the way through. But it did slow it down just enough for the Firebolt to catch up.

                            The pirates on the deck froze in place as massive spotlights from the Arsenal ship's gun turrets transfixed their ship in a shower of light. "Deactivate your engines and prepare to be boarded!" boomed an amplified voice from the pursuing vessel. "Do not attempt to resist!"

                            The pirates looked at each other uncertainly. Their cargo was important enough to warrant fleeing at night through waters patrolled by Arsenal ships, medium bombers, and with Guardinian destroyers wandering around, so what happened next probably should have been expected.

                            Several pirates reached for assault rifles and RPGs concealed under a tarpaulin, and the Firebolt's gunners launched a storm of suppressive fire.
                            Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

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