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[b]Cape Town[/b] A panel of former Tahoan engineers and technicians, all with experience on civilian or military nuclear reactors and warheads took notes as van Matteus divulged all the information she knew about the Transvaler nuclear weapons program. After a brief question and answer session with the former Prime Minister, the meeting was adjourned. The Tahoans excused themselves to the laboratories of Cape Town University. Peter van Haesten had left very specific instructions with the team of nuclear engineers. Get the warheads working. As they were the relatively simplistic gun-type fission warheads that had been out of favor with most modern nations for years due to their simplicity, limited yield and, importantly in this case, relative low security. Gun-type warheads are inherently unsafe. The fact that the Transvalers used advanced security mechanisms on the bombs may be offset by the technical design itself. Theoretically, it would be possible for the Tahoans to take apart and completely rebuild the bombs. Van Matteus was escorted by two Tahoan soldiers off the campus of the university and into the back of a waiting Land Rover. One of the Tahoans, an air force staff sergeant, was van Matteus's military liason. "Ma'am, General van Haesten believes you are an important political asset and wishes to keep you safe. For the time being, he wishes to keep your presence unknown. It seems most have completely forgotten about you and if we hadn't rescued you Bouvet Island would be starving in a few weeks. We will be evacuating you to Windhoek, but before we leave, I need the locations of every nuclear installation in the entire country. So far we haven't found the warheads and the Raketkorp personnel don't seem to know where they are either. ------------------------------------------- Eighteen fighter-bombers took off from the airbase in Swakopmund. They turned north, passing over the plains of northern Namibia and crossing the border towards Zambia. Six of the aircraft gained altitude, flying high above the rest of the formation. Their wings bristled with air-to-air missiles and kept a watchful eye on their radar screens. Any military aircraft approaching the formation would be blasted out of the sky from long range. The other twelve kept low to the ground, roaring over the Zambezi River valley. Their target: the bridges along the Zambezi. The goal was to keep the Krygsmagte troops who had declared for Arctica pent up in Zambia. At the very least, destroying the bridges along the Zambezi would force them to take the long route through Malawi and Mozambique before turning south towards where the fighting would be. The pilots marveled at the mighty Zambezi, carving its way through the African soil for hundreds of miles. Their minds were constantly on their mission. It was hoped the bridges were not guarded by anti-air defenses. There seemed no reason to be, though once the first laser guided bomb was dropped, all bets were off. 15 minutes later, three aircraft were approaching Chirundu Bridge on the border between Rhodesia and Zambia. The 400 meter long, two lane bridge was choked with military traffic. APCs and supply trucks moved over the bridge, heading south. The jets roared down the river from the west. At what seemed the last minute, they pulled their noses up and released their bombs, which arced downward. Five of the eight impacted the bridge, twisting metal and blasting concrete. The other three sent geysers of water hundreds of feet into the air. The strike aircraft pulled into a tight turn to make another pass but were called off when it was apparent the bridge was completely obliterated. The three fighters waggled their wings in a salute to the dead, gunning their throttles forward, passing through the sound barrier as they climbed and headed back to base. Pillars of smoke soared skyward down the Zambezi. ------------------------------------------------------------ Hundreds of miles south, columns of Nationalist troops moving north from East London entered the mountains of southern Lesotho. Helicopters dropped advance teams of light infantry to secure the roads, clearing the way for the bulk of the 9,000 Tahoan troops of Task Force South to push northward towards Maseru. 2 Brigade moved from Maclear towards Quithing and Phamong. 9 Brigade began its attack by shelling Mohales Hoek after moving east from Aliwal North while the elite 81st Infantry landed in the country's central highlands. Two more brigades, including one armored swung northeast to take Botshabelo, south of Bloemfontein and to engage any formations moving from Maseru to reinforce the southern part of the country which was under heavy assault. Task Force North, under direct command of Peter van Haesten meanwhile sent an infantry regiment, equipped with anti-radiation kits from the Raketkorps into Bloemfontein. Six brigades moved eastward from Kimberley to face the ATDF in Welkom while three more brigades swung south from Vryburg into the Sandveld Nature Reserve to attack Welkom from the north and put additional pressure on the ATDF by threatening to cut off its supply lines. These three thousand men would retreat slowly towards Vryburg if heavily pressured while the 12,000 Tahoans in the main body engaged the ATDF in fierce combat, though van Haesten was more interested in probing the Artican lines and not committing his troops to bloody fighting. Neither side had very large reserves and the Articans certainly held the advantage in terms of armor, though anti-tank missiles carried by the Tahoans helped prevent the Articans from using armored spearheads to counterattack. The vast majority of the remaining fighter aircraft were committed to Task Force North, launching lightning bombing raids on the highways northeast of Welkom towards Johannesburg, while others directly launched stand off missiles into Artican formations in Welkom itself. The hastily rearmed Transvalers loyal to van Haesten were reorganized into battalions and sent into Botswana as a reserve and shielding force. [IMG]http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/4497/transvaalwarprogress2.png[/IMG]

All of these would do a lot to revitalize the game, even if you don't agree with them.

[b]Bouvet Island[/b] Lieutenant Reilly looked out to sea. From his position at the edge of the compound, the features of the barren island were faintly visible behind him, but the ocean was a black emptiness. LT [i]Boudicca[/i] stood out like a beacon, her lights shining off the waves. The engines of Queen 52 were faintly audible across the distance, incredible how sound traveled over the open ocean, as it took off from the deck of the destroyer. It had evacuated the wounded to the ship; a Raketkorps scientist had been hit with shrapnel from a grenade, four Ministry of the Interior guards had been seriously injured in the brief fighting and a Tahoan marine had been shot in the leg. The other helicopter's rotor roared behind the barracks. Lt. Reilly turned around to face the short blonde woman standing before him. Annetjie van Matteus was a beautiful woman, even under the circumstances. In Irish, she spoke to the Tahoan officer, "Thank you. I am Annetjie van Matteus. What is your name?" The Tahoan answered, "I am Lieutenant Christopher Reilly, you need to board the helicopter immediately ma'am." Van Matteus did not move quick enough for the Tahoan's liking and so he prodded her with the barrel of his rifle, which raised some eyebrows in amusement from the watching marines. Van Matteus and Reilly walked towards the helicopter, passing the Raketkorp staff shivering in the cold waiting to board and a line of six prisoners, kneeling on the ground with their hands tied behind their back. Four more were laid out beside them, hands crossed against their chests. A marine joked in English, "Hey L-T, gonna leave these !@#$%^&* here, eh?" The Transvaler guards that understood quickly translated for their friends, leading to much uncomfortable shifting and head shaking. The leader began pleading to the marines, which only elicited laughter. Reilly growled, "Get them ready to move. They'll be on the next helicopter." Twenty minutes later, Reilly would report to the bridge of the LT [i]Boudicca[/i]. Saluting the captain, he gave his report. "Van Matteus secured, sir. Four Transvaler dead, five wounded, including one civilian. One of ours wounded, not badly." The captain congratulated Lt. Reilly on the successful mission and ordered the radio operator to report the successful mission to Cape Town. Within two hours, LT [i]Boudicca[/i] passed the eastern promontory of Bouvet Island and was steaming north at full speed. OOC: More update tomorrow with troop movements.

The message would never get through to military governor Viljoens. No working telephone lines existed between Sa da Bandiera and Luanda and all telegraph wires had been cut. Nationalist Front military units continued moving from the interior as Viljoens committed another 700 men to the border, spread among the more than 40 firebases that already existed or were planned. Increased helicopter patrols and the occasional overflight of jet aircraft were noticeable on both sides of the border.

The military governor of Angola (comprising former Angola below the 13th parallel), based in Sa da Bandiera (Lubango), has ordered an increased military presence on the joint Transvaal-Flueve border. Firebases along the border are permitted to use deadly force on those crossing the border, at the discretion of the local commander. Understanding that the border is extremely porous, the governor has declared a safe haven for Christians and KHB insurgents attempting to pass through while warning that Yaza Hajin militants attempting to infiltrate Transvaal will be seen as an act of war and will elicit an immediate military intervention. All civilians on the Transvaal side of the border are advised that passing into Flueve is illegal and reentry to Transvaal will be prohibited.

[quote]3 - Nordreich (Face it, we owe a lot to the publicity they gave us, and their military was legendary)[/quote] Still is PS: NAAC=#1

And ruined RP for those of us that aren't silly little kids playing god.

[b]South Atlantic Ocean[/b] The LT [i]Boudicca[/i] steamed through the rough South Atlantic seas 30 kilometers off the coast of Bouvet Island. The destroyer had arrived on station during the middle of the day, making the 1,500 mile journey from Simon's Town to the most remote island on the face of the earth in a matter of days. Freezing rain had lashed down most of the trip, and more inclement weather that would seriously endanger any mission was forecast for Wednesday. After receiving the go-ahead from Van Haesten in Cape Town, the ship turned to port and steamed towards the island. The plan was simple, one of the two helicopters would land marines that would attempt to free van Matteus by stealth to an evac point if possible, by force if necessary. The second helicopter would stand by with reinforcements and would land to evacuate van Matteus and any other rescued scientists. The destroyer would approach the island to provide fire support. The first helicopter, call-sign Queen 52, took off from the deck of the [i]Boudicca[/i] at midnight, 11 marines aboard. It turned south, crossing over the island from the south east and landed near the center of the island, behind a ridge overlooking the installation. Queen 52 quickly took off, following its track backwards out to sea. Meanwhile, Queen 43 landed its 8 marines and lifted off, its side mounted machine guns would provide fire support, if necessary. The marine commander, a lieutenant, split his men into three fire teams and the marines began making their way down the ridge under cover of darkness. No one was quite sure about how secure the Transvaal security detachment kept the island and the marine lieutenant was convinced that the guards were at least paying enough attention to hear the helicopters and so he issued an order to use deadly force on any Transvaler carrying a weapon. The marines slipped into the camp, dark shadows in the night. Light spilled out of the buildings onto the bare, rocky soil. Silently, the marines began searching the buildings for two groups of people. The first was the Ministry of the Interior guards. One fire team was responsible for keeping watch on them while the other was responsible for evacuating van Matteus. The third would provide covering fire and support the retreat. From their position in an alley, the Tahoans watched a heavily clothed man with a rifle strapped to his back exit a concrete building to their left. The Tahoans raised their guns as he approached their position, grumbling under his breath in Afrikaans about the weather. The sergeant indicated for his soldiers to put their guns down and quietly told the two men taking point, "Grab him....wait for it....now!" The Transvaler guard had passed in front of the alley, never seeing the black figures shrouded by shadow. Strong arms wrapped around his neck and clamped his mouth shut, pulling him backwards. He struggled but another figure slammed the butt of a rifle into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Dragged into the shadows, he was pinned to the ground, mouth still covered. A man leaned down and whispered in his ear in broken Afrikaans. "Noise you dead. You quiet." The guard shook his head and the hand eased up on his mouth. He felt the cold steel of a gun barrel against his cheek. Another man wearing black stepped up and whispered in English, "English, you speak English? Good. Where is she! Where is van Matteus." The guards eyes popped. People were here for van Matteus? Maybe the rumors were true! Quivering, the guard raised a hand and pointed in a direction. "That doesn't help, what building." The guard was dragged to his feet and pointed at the hut on the other side the 'road'. "Behind." [i]Thrum, thrum, thrum[/i] "Helikopter!" screamed a voice in Afrikaans, followed by a burst of gunfire. A shorter, quieter burst silenced the yelling, but a second later, the roar of a machine gun and tracer rounds streamed out of the sky. Lights flashed on across the compound and yelling from buildings accompanied a grenade explosion, screams and gunfire. ------------------------------------------------------------ [b]George, South Africa[/b] General O'Donovan looked down at his orders. They were simple. [i]Move out according to Schedule A3. s-Van Haesten[/i] His soldiers were already in their APCs and IFVs and transport trucks strung out along the N2 highway. A tank company, one of the very few possessed by the Nationalist forces, were in the vanguard. O'Donovan reached through the window of his Humvee and grabbed the radio, transmitting the message he had just recieved from Van Haesten who had flown to Upington in the Northern Cape to take command of Task Force North. Battalion and Company commanders recieved the message and according to schedule began moving out, some units along back roads as a scouting and shielding force. Helicopters roared overhead, leapfrogging light infantry and air mobile units forward at key locations. High overhead, glimmers flashed in the sunlight, fighter aircraft covering the formation moving east. O'Donovan hoped to have the bulk of his units in Port Elizabeth by afternoon and from their, the leading part of his formation in East London by nightfall. Baring any traffic jams, it should be possible. He didn't expect any resistance. That part would come later. 800 kilometers to the north, Peter Van Haesten organized the same sort of movement. His troops were headed along the N8 to Kimberly, where they would stop for the night, as well as down the N14 towards Vryburg. Within 3 days, van Haesten wanted a front along the N6 line from East London, through Bloemfontein stretching north to Gaborone. He knew this plan would likely not survive long, no plans ever did. It all depended on how the Arcticans responded. That is why Van Haesten was acting now. ------------------------------------------------------------ [b]Windhoek[/b] Thousands of exhausted Transvaler soldiers had been flowing into the city throughout the day. They were being directed to camps outside the city where they could be reorganized into their units, given hot food and allowed to re-arm. They were ready and willing to fight though. If they weren't they would have slipped off, deserting their units in the chaos surrounding the collapse. Van Haesten intended to send them into the line as soon as possible, serving as reinforcements where needed and later would serve as the bulk of the force assaulting Gaborone. For now though, they rested.

CSN was sanctioned for a short time. Also, making a prediction. Nordreich sanction by May 6.

[quote name='Rotavele' timestamp='1297661514' post='2632416'] Haters gonna hate. [/quote] Should at least follow borders or some sort of logical boundary rather than being squiggly at the top for the sake of being squiggly. Logic>Squiggles

Ironically the real TGE government is a bigger joke than this joke thread.

Although most of Nationalist Transvaal is under a war footing with very few civilian government functions remaining, a few bureaucrats trying to maintain governmental agencies were alerted to the site by military intelligence officers who proceeded to block access. It was an otherwise unremarkable action as websites deemed harmful were routinely blocked. Islam was, and remains, illegal under Transvaal state law. Most citizens are oblivious to its existence and if they do know it is about as relevant as Scientology or Jediism. No one would notice, or care.

Congratulations on your most glorious victory UINE.

[b]Cape Town[/b] A C-130 transport aircraft made a wide turn south, passing over Robben Island and Table Bay as it prepared to land at the Ysterplaat Airbase in Cape Town. Close up, Tahoan markings were still visible but all those on the ground would only see the broad stripe in orange, white and blue painted on both wings and around the tail. Two fighter aircraft broke off their escort and waggled their wings in salute, turning north and gaining altitude to join the combat air patrol established over the cape. A crowd, thousands strong watched from the field bordering the runway as the aircraft taxied to a halt. Holding their breaths in collective anticipation, they watched the hatch closely. It popped open and a few soldiers stepped out into the bright African sun, rifles on their backs. The crowd was waiting for someone else though. Peter van Haesten put away the report he was reading and closed his briefcase. Putting on his beret, he thanked the aircrew and followed an aide out of the airplane. Beneath the hand held up shielding his eyes from the glare, a huge crowd was spread out before him. The captain had told van Haesten that ground control had warned of a crowd but seeing it firsthand was something else. The crowd didn't seem to recognize him, most people he could see seemed to be looking behind van Haesten, perhaps waiting for a more grandly dressed leader. He continued across the tarmac, saluting the honor guard and shaking hands with the mayor of Cape Town who had come out to greet the general. As he walked with the mayor and the commander of the Cape Town garrison towards the crowd, someone yelled out, "Its him!" The pent up energy of the crowd exploded in a roar of cheers stopping the general in his tracks. Thousands of voices screamed with joy, thousands of banners waved. The mayor of Cape Town nudged van Haesten and over the roar of the crowd said, "Acknowledge them! They came to see you now show that you see them!" Van Haesten waved and the crowd only seemed to grow louder. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peter van Haesten had never thought that one's arm could get sore from waving, but his was. A crowd had lined the street from Ysterplaat to the City Hall, where he was now. A young Transvaler woman, probably some politicians assistant, led General van Haesten and the mayor to a conference room in the large building. A group of military officers saluted when van Haesten entered and after he indicated ease one, an intelligence officer, said, "Sir, the Arctican Sovereign made a speech while you were flying here from Windhoek. Its all over the domestic and international news. He proposed a meeting to "discuss the future of [i]their country[/i]" The mayor of Cape Town grimaced, saying "Their country? They still don't acknowledge you as one of us." Van Haesten ignored the politician, "Sit gentlemen. We have much to do and I fear not much time to do it. We will discuss the Arcticans but first let us discuss Transvaal. General O'Donovan, the military situation?" A well built infantry officer, General O'Donovan had spent his career leading from the front. His rough, tanned, wrinkled skin showed that. He was the senior most officer besides Van Haesten the Tahoans had sent to Transvaal and had served as van Haestens executive officer and chief of staff. He cleared his throat and began in a gravelly voice, "Uh, yes sis. Most of our units are in south-east Namibia ready to strike across the Orange River towards Kimberly and then Bloemfontein or along the border of the Western Cape ready to push towards Port Elizabeth and East London. As our current plans call for, from there the southern front would push into Lesotho and the support an attack on Johannesburg. The rest of our units are currently in reserve roles though I am planning to move more and more towards the line as the political situation improves. Police are returning to their duty along with militias being mobilized from among the populace." Van Haesten nodded, "Good, please have all unit commanders at the battalion level submit their final supply requisitions and send readiness reports twice daily. I'm appointing General O'Donovan to command of Task Force South and will be taking command of Task Force North myself. Moving on, intelligence." "Sir. As far as we can tell, the Arcticans are moving the bulk of the Arctica-Transvaal Defense Force to Swaziland and the Johannesburg area but haven't moved west in a few days. Our intelligence is really quite limited so I have little in the way of force disposition other than what we knew pre-war but I wouldn't expect their forces to match ours in terms of quality. They are well trained but have no real combat experience. Their equipment is of good quality though our systems are more advanced, which will give some tactical benefits. It seems most of the Transvaler Air Force and Navy have gone over to the Arcticans, which could pose a problem if they decide to blockade our coast." "Major I'm going to interrupt you there. I'd like Lieutenant de Wit from the Raketkorps to comment on the disposition of the Krygsmagte. I will translate." Lieutenant de Wit, the Raketkorps officer explained how his service branch had gone over en masse to the Nationalist Front. Although small, he assured the council that his forces were of greater importance than either the Seemag or Air Force, though avoided all questions of exactly how, making most of the officers write off the Transvaler as over-exaggerating. Van Haesten made a mental note to talk to the Transvaler officer after the meeting in private. Other staff officers briefed the council on their respective areas of focus. Finally, Van Haesten stood up and spoke. "Thank you all and I will let you all get back to your duties momentarily. I would just like to close this meeting by saying that we will ignore the Arctican gestures for discussions for the moment. They do not seem to realize that we speak for Transvaal and that we represent Transvaal. They think they can speak to us as equals in this matter but they move foreign soldiers into our country. Always remember that, this is our country. Our country. Dismissed." As the officers filed out of the room, saluting the general as they passed, van Haesten stopped de Wit. The Transvaler stood to the side as the rest of the soldiers left and once they were gone he closed the door and turned towards General van Haesten. In a low, quiet voice he explained his indirect answers earlier. "Thank you, sir. Uh, well, I don't know how to say this but when I said the Raketkorps had...well, power, greater than its size, I meant it. No, I wasn't referring to our ballistic missiles, you brought more advanced ones with you and quite frankly our missiles are downright medieval compared to some of yours. Sorry, sir, I know we are the same now but its hard not to think in terms of 'mine' and 'yours' after all this time. I'll work on it" the officers voice seemed to grow even quieter as he took a deep breath and continued, "Sir, we still possess nuclear devices." Van Haesten's eyes widened slightly before returning to their normal steely gaze, "Nukes? Where, I thought all of the arsenal was expended during the war!" "Yes sir, that was the information put forth. We still maintain three nuclear warheads in the 12-18 kiloton range. They are hidden out of territory currently controlled by the Nationalist Army. We are afraid to move them closer to the Cape. But that isn't the real problem, sir. We don't have the arming codes. We lost those when we shot General Wise. Only former prime minister Hofmeyr knows the codes, now. Well, there is one other person who might, but thats not feasible. We should retrieve the weapons and use them as leverage against the Arcticans, they won't know we can't use the." "Who is this other person and why are they not 'feasible' as you say?" Van Haesten's mind raced. De Wit shook his head, answering, "Sir, former Prime Minister van Matteus may know, and I stress the may, we don't know for certain, but her location is out of the question. She is currently imprisoned on Bouvet Island, and the Arcticans will have us blockaded any time now." "Bouvet Island...hmmm, well, we do have three surface warships, two destroyers and a frigate. One is in Cape Town. If it left now it could retrieve van Matteus before a blockade is in place. Yes...that will work...yes. Good work, lieutenant." Van Haesten opened the door and quickly walked down the call, calling for his chief of staff. Two hours later, LT [i]Boudicca[/i] slipped its moorings in Simon's Town and began steaming south towards the Arctic Circle.

[b]Vioolsdrif[/b] The men of the 524th Light Infantry had been on the road for 18 hours, driving north from Cape Town towards the Namibian border along the N7 highway. The first few hours of their journey had been slow, passing the refugees heading out of the city towards the outlying towns. Along the way, most of the units turned east, heading to the border between the Cape Province and the Orange Free State. The 524th though headed north, always north. The 700 kilometer journey was a rush of different sights and terrains, the snake of armored vehicles and trucks growing shorter all the while. Of the nearly two thousand men who began the drive north, most had turned off to establish garrisons at Calvinia, Loerisfontein and Springbok. The rest of the brigade, nearly four thousand men in total remained in the immediate vicinity of Cape Town. The view of the dry arid cliffs along the Orange River valley gave the men riding on the APCs and IFVs spectacular views. Over the radio of the lead vehicle a helicopter scouting ahead gave word of "friendlies ahead" causing a great cheer to go up down the convoy. Driving over the last rise, the blue ribbon of the Orange River lay below. In the small town of Vioolsdrif, the advance units of the 4. Armored Battalion had been in place for a few hours. As the 150 or so men of C Company, 524th Light Infantry met with the 30 of A Company, 4 Armored Battalion, the link had been completed. A solid chain of territory from Lubango to Cape Town had been established. --------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Windhoek[/b] A staff sergeant knocked twice on General van Haesten's office door, not waiting for a reply before opening the door and walking in. "Sir, Major Donnelly reports that formations moving south from Windhoek and north from Cape Town have linked up. Garrisons have been placed along the route. Furthermore, Colonel Lewis-MacDonald reports that his forces have begun scouting Port Elizabeth by air." "Thank you Brian." The aide handed van Haesten a file of communiques. After reading over them, van Haesten walked to a large map pinned to the wall. Adding pins for unit locations, he stepped back to inspect current progress. [IMG]http://img829.imageshack.us/img829/4497/transvaalwarprogress2.png[/IMG] [i]Orange: Areas with nominal Nationalist military presence or behind Nationalist lines. Under complete National Front control Light Orange: Areas with Nationalist military presence but not under complete control. Blue: Areas with nominal Arctican military presence or behind Arctican lines. Under complete Arctican control. Light Blue: Areas under Arctican control with minimal military presence[/i] Van Haesten nodded. Good, with National Front control stretching down the Atlantic coast lines of communication and supply were secure. The general grabbed a pen and paper and quickly wrote orders commanding most units to hold their positions in their current location unless specifically ordered otherwise. Then, he began moving pins on the map to the Western Cape and South-Eastern Namibia. Those were the priorities and would allow the Nationalist forces to explode eastward towards Johannesburg and Pretoria or to maneuver into different defensive positions. A few days rest would allow National Front forces to consolidate their hold on newly captured regions of southern Namibia and the Northern Cape. More importantly, it wouldn't over-extend his men.

[b]Lubango[/b] Colonel Viljoens, commander of Krygsmagte troops in southern Angola stood in his office in the Krygsmagte base in Lubango. Along with fellow Transvaler Colonel Martiens and the Tahoan colonel Joe McKelvey, he had commanded the occupation of southern Angola under the command of General van Haesten since the Karma War. Over the past few months, Colonel Viljoens had grown to know and like Van Haesten and when news of Tahoe's collapse had reached the soldiers stationed in Africa he shared their devastation and heartbreak. He could not imagine losing his nation. Ironic, now, since fears of Transvaal's collapse had been all consuming ever since the attacks started. Viljoens took great comfort in the whirlwind of energy that Van Haesten had projected and his determination to "save" Transvaal. A lieutenant opened Viljoens office door and saluted. "Sir, the daily report from Swakopmund. General van Haesten has moved his headquarters to Windhoek." Viljoens nodded in approval. The young Tahoan officers Afrikaans was getting better. All of the Tahoan soldiers were learning Afrikaans, by General Van Haesten's orders. Viljoens responded, "Thank you Eamon. My compliments to Sergeant Groenwald." Viljoens opened the packet and tossed aside most of the papers, they could be looked over later. One item did catch his notice. A map. Viljoens chucked, Van Haesten loved his maps. This map seemed to show the Independent Province of Tahoe-Transvaal. No, wait, Windhoek and...Cape Town? What was going on? He checked the legend. [IMG]http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/3415/transvaalwarprogress.png[/IMG] [i]Districts under exclusive military control of the Nationalist Army. Not all districts marked are completely secure.[/i] Viljoens picked up his orders packet and began to read. It seemed Van Haesten had declared martial law and was beginning an occupation of as much of Transvaal as he could manage. His orders told Viljoens to maintain his position and to send two battalions worth of soldiers south to the Namibia-Botswana border and to report the exact manpower Viljoens had under his command. Picking up a pen, he quickly wrote his response. [i]Will send 2,000 soldiers. Half Tahoan, half Krygsmagte under command of Lieutenant Colonel Duffy. May take up to 24 hours to find transport and organize their departure. They will be on the road to Windhoek by Friday - Viljoens Krygmagte: Two colonels, including myself. 4 lieutenant colonels assigned to our force of 4000. We also have 18 majors and captains, 53 lieutenants and ensign officers, 528 non-commissioned officers of various ranks between an assortment of warrant officers, sergeants, and corporals, and finally 3395 men of private ranks. Tahoan: Roughly 5,200 of which 4,000 are combat troops and the rest are support and pilots. I don't have the specific figures on my desk at this time. Militia: 240 militiamen. Well trained but only moderate discipline. [/i] Viljoens handed the message to an aide and stepped back inside his office, sitting at his desk he shook his head. Transvaal was spiraling out of control and he was stuck in the backwater of Angola. Back to duty.

[b]Windhoek, Namibia[/b] The convoy roared down Independence Avenue, the central street of Windhoek, coming straight from the airport. Burned cars and and shattered windows made the city look like a war zone, which as of yesterday it was. Civilians picked their way through the wreckage of the past week's riots while heavily armed foot patrols roamed the streets. There was still some occasional fighting, though for the most part the city had been pacified. Clean up crews were already working with citizens to clear away rubble and some semblance of normalcy was returning. Peter van Haesten stood in the turret of an LAV-96 IFV. Next to him the crew commander leaned against a .50 caliber machine gun. Adjusting his helmet strap, the general looked up in the summer sunlight to see two aircraft streaking high overhead. The Tahoans had 44 fighter aircraft and a few dozen transport planes (some former civilian airliners) at their disposal. Van Haesten was determined to put them to good use. The convoy turned down a side street and came to a halt in front of the Central Police Headquarters. Armed guards stood outside the entrance and a tank was parked blocking the street. Major Tom Haggerty, a short stocky man greeted van Haesten as he stepped out of the vehicle. "Police headquarters and all precinct stations are secured, sir." "Any trouble from the police?" Van Haesten asked as they walked out of the sunlight into the building. Major Haggerty shook his head, "A little sir. Seems that they had orders to resist from the governor. Shame we couldn't catch him....Anyway, most surrendered as soon as armored vehicles showed up but a few patrols reported minor shootouts. Police learned not to shoot at soldiers real quick anyway." "Good. How are they acting? Take me to the commander." Van Haesten tossed his helmet and rifle to an aide and pulled his beret out of his back pocket. The black piece of cloth still had the insignia of the Tahoan Army on the front. That would have to be changed. Tahoe was dead, its army with it. Peter van Haesten and his soldiers were fighting for Transvaal now, he had to remember that. Major Haggerty looked sideways at his commander before responding, "Well sir, a large portion of the police were happy to see us. Most seemed to know who you were. Its the same ways with the population. After we put the riots down, most of the population greeted us with cheers, or at least didn't seem too upset." The two men came to a stop in front of a door. Two MPs stood on one side while two police officers, still with side arms van Haesten noted, stood on the other. All four saluted. That raised an eyebrow. One of the MPs opened the door and General van Haesten strode through. Inside were two more guards and the chief of police for Windhoek. He stood up in surprise when van Haesten entered, glaring at his captors. "Do you honestly think you will get away with thi-" Van Haesten cut him off, "Where is Governor Thomasson? Sit down." The police chief sat down with a grimace, "Governor Thomasson fled more than eight hours ago. He is long gone by now and I do expect you will have either Field Marshal Cruywagen or the Arctican Air Force knocking very soon. You think you can come into my city and shoot civilians and get away with it, foreigners. Go back to your own country and let us handle our own problems!" Van Haesten sighed. "This is my country now. Tahoe is dead, it will never come back. My men and I fight for Transvaal and Transvaal only. It is our home. And while you sat in your nicely protected police headquarters, were you aware that mobs were rioting in the streets. Raping, looting and burning homes and businesses. My men had to put the riots down while your police officers cowered. As for my authority, I was appointed Governor of the former Province of Tahoe-Transvaal by Staatspresident Botha himself. I am now declaring martial law in the province of Namibia. My first act is to remove you from your post. Have a good day." He turned on his heels and marched out of the room, Major Haggerty at his side. "Major, I want you to find the most senior police officer that supports us and appoint him police commandant of the city. Disarm and send all police officers who will not swear loyalty home and have them watched." "Yes sir. May I say sir, that most of the police, like most of the population...well white population that is, seem eager to join us. In fact, Colonel Haakonson already organized many of the neighborhood defense associations formed during the riots into an impromptu militia. They will fight for you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Willem Smit stood at attention. A long row of men on either side stood as straight as they could on either side of him. A tall, muscular black man wearing the khaki uniform of the Ooersese Korps and a tall, thin white man wearing Tahoan style camouflage peered at the men standing at attention. The Tahoan soldier, a sergeant, nodded with approval and said in a low voice, "Well, this is quite the turn out. What did you say the final count was. 731 volunteers?" The black Transvaler replied in his deep voice, "Yes sergeant, and this was only one day of recruiting. Windhoek will provide General van Haesten an army. This bunch can't be relied on to fight hardened soldiers, but at least a militia to keep the peace in areas under our control. Yes, a few weeks of training should do just fine for that." The Tahoan nodded. Yes. An army indeed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Windhoek Television Studios[/b] General Peter Van Haesten sat at a desk facing the cameras. Flanking him on either side were the flags of Transvaal. A technician held up five fingers, counting down. [i]Three....two....one[/i]. The red light turned green. In flawless Afrikaans, Peter van Haesten began. [i]"My fellow Transvalers. Today I stand before you a Transvaler. Though I was not born here, this is now my home. Transvaal is my nation. Though our beloved Staatspresident Botha is dead, Transvaal need not die with him. There are those in the government that would like to see Transvaal dissolved and all its lands and people turned over to the Arctican Union. Though they are not bad men for seeking stability in times as dark as these, they make the fatal mistake of not believing in the people." "I do believe. I believe that Transvaal will stand strong and united once more. We need not sell ourselves to foreign powers for protection but must look within for stability. As of today I am declaring the existence of the National Front of Transvaal. We will fight for our liberty. We will fight for Transvaal. To all military leaders in the field, I call upon you to join the Nationalist Army. To all politicians, I call upon you to join us. To all the people, afraid of how food for your next meal will be delivered, afraid for your children, for your parents, I call upon you to join us. The Nationalist Army of Transvaal is your army, it is your friend, it is your protector, it is the last refuge. Transvaal will never be destroyed until the people give up. I have not given up. My soldiers have not given up. Transvaal has not given up. Transvaal will not give up."[/i]

A spokesman in Swakopmund spoke briefly when asked by reporters about rumors of refugees fleeing into the Republique du Fleuve. [i]"Well, as you know, the border between Transvaal and this new nation has been closed for some time and no civilians have fled across our sector of the border. I suppose it is possible that they left Transvaal via Zambia or Mozambique and from there made their way." "Uh, furthermore, the roads have been pretty clogged up and since cities in South Africa were the only ones hit I doubt refugees could have made their way all the way hundreds of miles north by now. The situation in the northern areas of Transvaal have been pretty stable." "My best guess is that this is just propaganda for the reasons I mentioned above. I want to reiterate that refugee camps have been set up by both the Nationalist Army and the Arctican government."[/i]

The vote was supervised jointly by Norwegian and Slavorussian regulators and there were no discrepancies. Murmansk was never really a part of Norway and the vote tally should be no surprise.

Let NPO rebuild under the watchful eye of the world and then force a fight to the death with GPA. Winner gets to be tech farmed forever. Loser gets to fight Legion as a consolation prize.

"It is my duty to inform you that the border between the République du Fleuve and the Republic of Transvaal is closed pending the conclusion of a violent insurgency. Nuclear weapons have been used on civilian populations and the current political situation is currently very precarious. Do not mistake the heavy military presence on your border as a threat, but merely an attempt to keep the peace and prevent infiltration." Peter van Haesten General in Chief, National Army of Transvaal Governor of the Independent Province of Tahoe-Transvaal

Congrats AZTEC on your magnificent victory over Sparta. Non-Sparta people on the "other side" good job too. You don't suck at fighting (or life).

[b]Cape Town[/b] Colonel Sean Hogan had spent the last twelve hours supervising the evacuation of Cape Town. His orders from Swakopmund were to secure the city and supervise its evacuation. Intelligence reports had indicated the city was under imminent threat of nuclear attack. His APCs rolled through the city streets broadcasting the evacuation orders in Afrikaans and English. Needless to say, the civil authorities had been quite shocked when the Tahoans had arrived. Foreigners, speaking in English had informed the mayor and chief of police that the city was now under martial law and must be evacuated. Police who disagreed with the new fact were quickly disarmed and told to go home and make preparations to leave. Altogether though, Colonel Hogan thought to himself, the Transvalers seemed rather happy to have someone tell them what to do. The helicopter made a low circle over Table Mountain before landing on Signal Hill. A military officer from Transvaal, one Lieutenant Mark Copely ran up to greet the colonel as he exited the helicopter, which began to wind its motor down. Saluting, the lieutenant informed Colonel Hogan, "Sir, the radar installation is up and running as per your orders." "Good work. Batteries A and C are online and will begin transmitting data soon. B Battery had technical difficulties getting to the top of Table Mountain. A helicopter malfunction but I expect it will be up and running within the next three hours." The passively electronic scanning array radar that Lieutenant Copely was overseeing the installation of was only part of the air defense system that had been flown in earlier that morning. General van Haesten was loathe to let the city come under nuclear missile attack and even though the air defense system was not foolproof against ballistic missiles, it at least gave the city a chance. It did however ring the city with a network of air defense which was vital, as General van Haesten intended to use Cape Town as the launching point for what he deemed the "liberation" of the rest of Transvaal. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Windhoek[/b] Willem Smit gripped his G-3 rifle and peered over the top of an impromptu barricade blocking the entrance to his street. A crackle of gunfire, interspersed with explosions, sounded in the distance. The gunfire had begun in the morning, when Tahoan troops had begun security the city. Governor Thomasson had refused to allow the Tahoans into the city and ordered the police to use force to keep them out. Riots that had engulfed the city turned even more violent, and so Willem Smit found himself with a rifle in his hand. The men on his block had decided that the rioting had gotten out of control and looters, which had started to show up with guns and shoot anyone that got in their way, had to be dealt with. A large band of looters had been spotted ransacking stores down the street. His friends had fought the looters off, stories of rape and murder made the men fearful for their wives and children and so they fought even though they were outnumbered and out gunned. It looked as if the looters were going to make another try. A huge crowd waving machetes and firing bursts from their AK-47s surged down the street. Willem called out and weary men clammered to the top of the barricade and took aim. Only a half a block and they would be in range..... [i]BAHOOM! BAHOOM! BAHOOM![/i] Explosions tore through the crowd. Willem had been so engrossed by the approaching crowd he had not even noticed the roar of a diesel engine and that an infantry fighting vehicle had pulled up behind the barricade. Ears ringing from the 20mm cannon fire, Willem turned around and nearly went deaf as a burst of machine gun fire roared over his head. Willem stared in amazement at the armored vehicle. It wasn't Krygsmagte, that was for sure. The harp emblem painted on the side of the turret...what was that...aha! Tahoans! Men were scrambling on top of the IFV shaking hands and patting the crewman manning the machine gun on the back. In broken Afrikaans the soldier shouted, "We are Tahoan! Your support in pacifying the city is required. Transvaal stands!"

I'd wish you luck but lets be real, you don't need it. Happy hunting Paradoxia, give 'em hell.

[quote name='Comrade Mao' timestamp='1297041793' post='2622952'] Ah yes, Nordreich hating on TGE for being "phony" Germans, as if being a fascist sympathizer is an essential part of the essence of being German. Fun times. In any case, good luck the battlefield TGE, and thank you for your contribution. [/quote] On the behalf of all libertarian Nordreichers this offends me. Since you are a leftist, I demand that you immediate undertake a scientific/sociological study to determine the reasons for my offense (remember, the study must go overbudget but not be cancelled). Then, I demand you put in place a restrictive rule on the forums to prevent any like me from being offended ever again (but only if it has at least 4 unintended consequences). PS: They aren't contributing anything to the war except by helping UINE's warchests