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[b][OOC: Maelstrom has not posted anything in regards to his new country in Peru, nor anything roleplay-wise in the last twenty-five days, ergo, here we go!][/b]


[b]International Dispatch by the Government of the Republic of Greater Colombia[/b][/center]

It has come to the attention of the Government of the Republic of Greater Colombia that the recently-formed Mayan Nation has yet to formulate governance in the former territory of Peru, and contact with its independence movement has been lost. It is the opinion of the Republic of Greater Colombia, in the interests of continued harmony and stability in South America, that the Mayan Nation is to now come under the protection of the Republic of Greater Colombia. We will not suffer the sight of further internal conflict which has cost this continent and our fellow brother and sisters of Latin America already too much in the past decade, security and military forces are currently en route or already crossing the border into the Mayan Nation as this message is dispatched.

For the citizens of the former Mayan Nation, it is with a heavy heart that we share condolences with you over what appears to be a failed independence movement, in the interests of ensuring your continued stability and prosperity, a transitional government will be nominated from your own people, overseen by officials of the Colombian Ministries of Foreign Affairs, Home Affairs, and the Interior. Any military forces deployed to the Mayan Nation will be nominally under the command of the Ministry of the Interior, as this is deemed a regional constabulary mission, and will be supporting internal and local police forces in keeping the peace and ensuring a peaceful transition until a new government can be formed by the people. When we can assure that our southern neighbors can live in peace and prosperity, then, and only then, can we go home, after we have assured our brothers and sisters that they are being watched over by their Latin American family to the north.


[i]Ignacio de Ardanza
President of the Republic of Greater Colombia[/i]

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With the collapse of the independence movement in Peru evident after its inaction over nearly a full year, the Republic, despite its own internal burdens, was quick to react with swift action to what was described as a growing state of chaos across its southern border. Rumors had trickled over the border for months now of possible strongmen coming to power in Peru's Southeastern Departments, and an effort was now underway to ensure that further order was not lost, especially in the metropolitan areas. In order to establish areas of constabulary operation on the ground, and ensure the safe arrival of peacekeeping forces, including the Colombian National Police, it would be up to what the Colombian National Army dubbed its "fast reaction forces".

Elements of the 1st and 5th Airborne Divisions would be divided into battalion-sized teams for emergency airborne assaults and airlifts into strategically-important Peruvian Cities, which would establish outposts from which to begin reasserting control over what could be called lawless frontiers. Company-sized airborne assaults on the airports at Taraputo, Iquitos, Talara, Chiclayo, Cajamarca, Trujillo, Cusco, Lima, and Arequipa would then be followed shortly by airlifts of paratroopers coming in on C-17 [i]Globemaster[/i] or C-124 [i]Atlas[/i] airlift aircraft. If local security forces ensured perimeters, the initial wave of paradrops would be airlifted instead of dropped, however. F-1 [i]Halcón[/i] Air Superiority Aircraft (on their first operational deployment), numbering around four dozen total, split into groups of two fighters apiece, providing high altitude cover of the aerial operation that had begun in the wee hours of the early morning, the aircraft would pass over the Colombian-Mayan border around daybreak, and split into tactical formations as they made for their areas of operation.

An amphibious strike group would also depart the Port of Buenaventura early in the morning, with two amphibious assault ships and one amphibious transport dock at the head of the convoy of ships that included a mixed array of escorts; destroyers, frigates, heavy corvettes and even a multimission submarine and a guided missile submarine. Embarked on the three amphibious warfare vessels were the balance of two Marine Regimental Combat Teams from the 1st Marine Division, along with a Battalion Combat Team from the 2nd Marine Division, the 1st Marine Regimental Combat Team was assigned to land at the coastal town of Chimbote, securing the protective bay and the town's airport, while the 5th Marine Regimental Combat Team was to land at Lima with 1st Battalion, 2nd Marine Regimental Combat Team, and establish contact with the airlifted battalion from the 2nd Airborne Regiment at Lima's airport.

Newly-commissioned AC-130U Gunships and FB-102 [i]Javelina[/i] Close Air Support Aircraft would be on call, flying circular formations in Colombian airspace, ready to provide assistance if required, a few of the AC-130Us would be mixed in with the airborne assault forces, their appearance a little less frightening then the sleeker and faster FB-102s, whose pilots tended to be a rowdy bunch. Follow up elements of the substantial operation would include the IV Corps Headquarters Group, which would establish operational control over all military units in the Protectorate, which would be flown into Lima soon after the airborne forces made their appearance. Further reinforcements included a battalion from the 45th Airborne Ranger Brigade, a company sized action element of the officially-disavowed domestic counter-terrorism Task Force 332, and a platoon embedded in the paradrop on Lima from the shadowy Battalion 5043. Plans were also in the works for the transfer of a brigade from one of the National Army's Air Cavalry Divisions, a full infantry division, and a brigade from an Armored Cavalry Division, but their transfer was still in the planning phases.

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[b][OOC: Just for flavor, I'm roleplaying out a small insurgency that occurs during the initial days and weeks after my forces secured Peru, this takes place before the Peruvian Independence Meeting between Patrick and I.][/b]

In most locations, the arrival of the paratroopers was met with mostly indifference or in some cases, elation, with the failed independence movement for the Mayan Nation leaving Peru without a central government, and with police and security forces not receiving pay, some had abandoned their posts. Although many had stayed loyal to their communities and continued their service, depleted domestic security forces in the Southeastern Portions of Peru were hamstrung by an additional problem; a resurgence of the old Shining Path "leftist" movement. Although it appeared to be a communist revolutionary movement on the outside, the new Shining Path was no more than a group of drug lords, who had banded together to use the old movement's name and history to gather followers to their cause.

Local security and police forces were swept aside relatively easily by the well-funded and organized insurgents, who were able to captured heavy infantry weapons and light security vehicles from local security arsenals to add to their own mountain of ammunition and light weaponry. About twenty four hours before the Colombian intervention, the insurgents mounted large scale attacks on security forces in Cusco and Arequipa, as well as the two population centers of Puno and Juliaca in a bid to build on their other successes in the countryside. A number of citizens in both cities took up arms against the insurgents, but many more fled or stayed in their homes, caught in between the demoralized and disheartened security and police forces, and the well-supplied but lightly-armed insurgent forces. It was in this atmosphere of chaos and confusion that the first troopers from the 1st and 2nd Battalion Combat Teams, 1st Airborne Regiment, of the 1st Airborne Division, would make combat paradrops on Cusco and Arequipa, respectively.

Although the paratroopers had been briefed that there was a crisis on the ground at both locations, and they were carrying full combat loads of ammunition and equipment, the crisis on the ground in both cities had been underestimated. At Cusco, the insurgents had been able to fight their way towards the eastern end of the cities' airport, and were engaging local police and security forces in small groups when the 1st Battalion Combat Team's initial airdrop began. The Colombian paratroopers knew something was immediately wrong almost the second they left their C-130s, and small groups could be seen moving about below them on the airport's eastern fringes. The initial wave of three forty-trooper drops would be met with a withering fire from the Shining Path insurgents, who picked off some paratroopers as they drifted to the ground. The Colombians fought back, on their descent and almost immediately when they landed, some not even having time to rid themselves of their parachutes as they hugged the ground and returned fire with assault rifle, machinegun, and machine-pistol fire. The initial assault wave would try to consolidate their positions as they waved off airlift reinforcements, requesting further reinforcements be brought in via direct airborne assault and calling for an AC-130U to begin loitering over the area.

The paratroopers of the 2nd Battalion Combat Team would face a relatively quieter landing at Arequipa, but on the descent, they were stunned to see one of the trio of empty C-130s, making the banking turn to head home, start to deploy flares as multiple missiles rose into the air from the northern side of the city. One of the missiles would find its' target, however, seemingly unfazed by the flares thrown out, the transport would take a direct hit close to its starboard wing root, the wing disintegrating from the aircraft only moments later. The aircraft billowed smoke as its pilots lost complete control, and it began a death spiral towards the ground, flames shooting from stub of the hacked off wing. The frantic calls over the radio network that an aircraft was done were ringing in the ears of many paratroopers who had tactical radio communication systems, as they touched down on the field, with disbelief in their eyes, and a growing uneasiness in their stomach; this was not going to be an easy task.

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Lieutenant Juan Carraros Martinez landed at Cusco's airport in a cursing heap, as he struggled to disgorge himself from the parachute he had drifted to the ground in. His fingers fumbled with the release mechanisms for the harness he wore, the bullet-riddled chute still enveloped him; he had drifted eastward, and had taken fire on his descent. Luckily, the operative from Battalion 5043 had been hit once on his descent; his combat kit pack on his back had been holed by a stray bullet. Although the bullet had not bloodied or torn his life away from an untimely death, the round had left him agitated; the stray round penetrating his Camelback water tank, and covered the special operations soldier in most of his allotted water reserve, and on top of that, his tactical radio with a headset was dead. He finally got the infernal harness unlocked and slipped out of it deftly, rolling out of the parachute with his assault rifle at the ready.

He had landed to the east of the airport's terminal, and he could see a smattering of fallen parachutes back in that general direction, although it appeared that the company had been dropped all over the place. Juan had been attached to Alpha Company/1st Battalion for initial landing operations, on loan from the elusive and officially disavowed Battalion 5043, and would take up command of a squad from his crack battalion which was due to arrive in the next airlift, whose arrival he now doubted. It was clear that there were active rebel forces on the eastern end of the runway, and as he made note of this, his summations were confirmed by a duo of ragtag-clothed men with assault rifles moving in the brush down the southeastern perimeter of the runway about two hundred yards to his front. It appeared to him that Alpha Company was now consolidating a foothold on the airport to the west, at the terminal, but the long slog across the runway was certainly undesirable, with random tracers flying every which way.

In short, the situation around the Cusco airport was chaos, and Juan's aggravation doubled when he recounted how the Colonel had explicitly told them, there would be little to no resistance, the words [i]typical desk jockeys[/i], would flutter through his mind for a bit. He noticed another parachute had come down in the brush nearby, and he could hear low voices, the brush offered infinitely more cover than the open runway did. He would enter the brush in a stooped position, shouldering his assault rifle and withdrawing his automatic pistol from its holster on his chest.

As he neared the low voices, he noted that they sound excited, and then he caught a glimpse of two men, definitely not in regulation battle dress uniforms, leaned over the fallen body of an unlucky paratrooper who had been picked off on his descent from the heavens. Juan immediately moved to get a better line of fire, only to give away his position as he stepped on a dried out fallen branch, and alerting the two insurgents. They both started yelling, and one reached for his dropped assault rifle, but Juan opened up with a spray of bullets from the automatic Glock he was holding. The Glock would spray led into the brush, severing limbs and pieces of leaves, and from the sound of it, two souls from two bodies.

“Damn it,” cursed Juan, as he mechanically switched the clip in his pistol, and move forward to where the two insurgents lay dead. He would crouch down next to the fallen paratrooper, who had been clearly killed before he hit the ground, a line of bullet wounds across his torso. Juan grimly grabbed the man’s service necklace, and pulled one of the dogtags from it, pocketing it without looking at the name. He would retrieve the soldier’s rifle, sidearm, combat knife, and all of his ammunition quickly, and cannibalizing the man’s intact water allotment unit for his own use.

Despite being a combat veteran, having seen some vicious firefights with organized crime syndicates in Colombia, the open glazed eyes of the dead still haunted the Special Forces operator, and he gently closed them. He nodded lightly at his fallen comrade, heaved a sigh, knowing the man probably hadn’t even had a chance, but he quickly steeled himself, and crashed into the brush, heading westward to hopefully hook up with the rest of the company.

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“So, what is the official head count we have right now?” asked Juan, looking at Lieutenant Ramone Perez, who had taken over command of Alpha Company, seeing as their C.O., Captain David Rodriguez had been killed in the jump. Rodriguez’s limp body now sat nearby, a field shelter covering the form on the floor of the domestic arrivals lounge of the Cusco terminal. Perez had set up headquarters in a security office nearby, they could survey the small perimeter the airborne troopers had formed on the tarmac from the lounge, where Juan had opted to talk with Perez privately.

“We have one hundred troopers accounted for alive, three wounded, all serious, ten dead, including the one you reported,” responded Perez, wiping sweat from his brow with his handkerchief.

“And twenty missing?”


Juan had been able to link up with a part of the perimeter after picking his way through the underbrush for about ten minutes, almost getting shot in the process. The paratroopers were not under a large amount of duress, and contact had been made with local security forces, which had assigned a group of security troopers now guarding the front entrance to the terminal with a small group of Colombian Paras to help them out. The situational report that security forces gave them was bleak, however, the Shining Path insurgents could claim sway over the eastern half of the city and its’ suburbs. The security forces were also losing ground steadily around the airport, and according to them, it was plausible to them that the airport would be surrounded by nightfall, which was about ten hours away. For Juan, however, ten hours could mean anything, and he disregarded the local security forces’ pre-judgments of the situation.

“Any word on reinforcements?”

“We waved off the next wave, they’re holding formation about a hundred kilometers west,” noted Perez, referring to the battalion headquarters and the rest of its troopers, who were to arrive by direct airlift. “I was about to ask for a direct combat drop when you showed up, though, we need to get reinforcements in here.”

“I realize that, but an airdrop, if it gets scattered, and considering we lost our element of surprise, it could end bloodier than this one. Radio headquarters and get those airlifts in here, two aircraft at a time,” responded Juan, after considering their options for a moment.

“What? Are you crazy?”

“We have to take the risk, the planes land east to west, we still hold the western edge of the runway, we get the aircraft in here, and we get them out in pairs.”

“They’ll be sitting ducks on the ride out, even if they go full throttle,” responded Perez, with a bit of trepidation in his voice.

“We need to take the risk, we don’t have any other choice, there’s a better chance the paratroopers will safely land by airlift. Even one more company on the ground will give us enough troopers to secure the eastern edge of the runway,” responded Juan, looking at Perez with a determined look.

Perez studied his counterpart’s face for a moment, before walking back towards his headquarters, yelling out, “Get me headquarters on the line.”

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"Good to see you again Sergeant," said Juan, exchanging a handshake with Sergeant Luis Zavala, greeting him as he stepped off the bullet-riddled C-130L [i]Super Hercules[/i] on the tarmac at Cusco.

"I don't think this rust bucket will fly again, but at least it got us on the ground, L.T., looks like intelligence $%&@ed us again?" asked the rough-and-tumble Zavala, a veteran Special Forces operator, with a flash of dark hair mixed with flecks of grey. Two transports, the C-130L Zavala rode in on, as well as a C-17F, both of which looked like they had seen better days; they had both been hit with automatic rifle and machinegun fire and had holes along their fuselages. The C-130L had taken a hit to one of the engines, and oil continued to leak profusely onto the ground.

A number of the soldiers winced and ducked as a withering bombardment by mortars sent shells screaming overhead, a couple landing close, but not close enough to make Juan and his squad take their time catching up at the rear cargo ramp of the transport. "Yes, as you probably know by now, we don't own the eastern end of the airport, and command doesn't want us sending in any more transports until we can clear it," responded Juan, as he shook hands with the rest of his small team; Corporals Eugene Guerrero and Margarita Sanchez, and Lance Corporals Rafael Espinosa and Salvador Luna. "Good to see you all made it down in one piece, we got work to do."

The team of six Battalion 5043 members began walking back towards the terminal as Zavala piped up, "Well, obviously, we need to get this airport open, we can't bring anybody else in without it, what are we looking at for opposition right now?"

"Unknown strength, local security says upwards of at least a thousand insurgents milling about in the eastern part of the city, fighting, looting, doing what-have-you, but they've been making pushes against our perimeter, and those mortars," said Juan, as a shell whined overhead, landing nearby and demolishing a maintenance shed, "are new."

"Just lead us in the right direction, sir," said Zavala, although his relative moment of silence after Juan mentioned 'unknown strength' was telling.

"That's what I plan on doing," retorted Juan, spotting Perez, who was handing out orders to arrived troops, and conferring with a few other officers. He interjected, stepping into the group, interrupting the conversation, "Lieutenant Perez, I need an squad of your troopers if you can spare it."

"Captain Ricardo is in charge now, Lieutenant Martinez," said Perez, uneasily, looking a little taken aback about being interrupted. Perez indicated another airborne officer, next to himself, who was consulting a map with Perez when Juan interrupted.

"Who are you?"

"Lieutenant Juan Martinez, Bravo Company, Battalion 5043, Captain," responded Juan, coolly, watching the Captain size up the junior officer.

"5043? So that's why we had some faces I didn't recognize on the plane, the hell you hot shots doing here?"

"Providing your troops with a direct action strike element, Captain, I need a squad of your troopers, we need to secure the eastern end of the airport," responded Juan, firmly.

"We're going to move a full two platoons in a sweep and clear towards the eastern end of the airfield, Lieutenant, I suggest you join them to help out with that objective," said Ricardo, looking back down at the map to indicate the conversation was done.

"Captain, those insurgents are going to know we landed more troops, they know we want the rest of this airfield, they've already tested the eastern perimeter at least three separate times before you got here. If they have any brains the-."

"Lieutenant, these are civilians with guns, they can't even fire a mortar properly, they haven't hit the broad side of anything here yet," interrupted Ricardo, showing some annoyance. "If I want your tactical advice, I'll ask for it, I got enough problems as it is right now, and might I remind you that this is a military unit, Lieutenant, I would like to see some respect of the chain of command." Ricardo looked back down at the map again, but Juan continued to be persistent.

"Yes [i]sir[/i], my team and I can run interference through the suburbs to our southeast, distracting insurgent forces while your own troops move up," said Juan, firmly.

"Lieutenant, I'm not giving you any more than what you have right now, now you're under my direct command, I want you and your team providing support for that sweep and clear to the east, move it," said Ricardo, his voice continuing to gain more of an edge, this time, he didn't even look at Juan.

"Yes [i]sir[/i]," responded Juan, nodding to Zavala, and moving into the terminal and heading for the eastern end of the building.

"And I thought we usually recruited out of the airborne divisions?" asked Espinosa, with a slightly nervous chuckle.

"Hopefully not out of this one," retorted Zavala, with a scoff. "What's the plan now boss?"

"We support the sweep and clear to the east," said Juan, in a slightly mocking voice, but with a grin on his face.

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[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jPE8NeNphE]The Streets of Cusco[/url]

As the paratroopers made a move to try to secure the eastern edges of the airport, Juan and his squad had disappeared into the same thicket of brush that had afforded him cover to get to the terminal after the initial drop. Breaking out of the foliage on the southern edge of the airport's perimeter, they quickly moved into a mass of small houses and shanties that had sprawled next to the airport's south side. The eastern end of the airfield was dominated by a park, which was full of thick foliage, which would serve the insurgents well for an ambush, and the relatively unguarded southern flank of the paratroopers would be exposed if the southern urban sprawl next to the airport was not clear of insurgent threats. This was one of the reasons why Juan had so heavily protested Ricardo's plan, it was moving the attacking paras into what could be a three-way field of fire, and Juan was determined to make sure that [i]was not[/i] going to happen.

Juan's five member team was well armed with extra ammunition and grenades, as well as a light machinegun, carried by a Luna, and a designated markswoman, Sanchez, as the move to take over the eastern edge of the airport kicked off, Juan's team moved parallel along the quiet streets of the shantytown. As they moved along the edges of the street, utilizing the uneven street to take cover every so often, they would notice that many of the shantytown's occupants had left, or were hunkered down in their makeshift dwellings. Every so often, a civilian would run across the street, or run past them, at one point, one man would point to the east, and simply whisper, "Bad men," before disappearing into his shanty again.

The paratroopers' attack appeared to be going fairly well, from the noise being made over the radio, although there were casualties and troopers down, things appeared to be going altogether smoothly, with most of the runway and the surrounding territory having been secured. The park at the end of the runway was a different matter, and sustained gunfire could be heard from that direction.

"This is Dagger 2-0 Actual, we got flanking actions on our northern side, we're taking cross fire here," crackled Juan's new tactical radio headset.

"They're flanking to the north," said Zavala, confirming what Juan's fear was, the insurgents were going to try to circle around the flanks of the attacking company, whose nearest support was the airport terminal.

"Technicals moving in from the north, we're taking direct fire from recoilless rifles and heavy machineguns, this is Dagger 2-2, we need some support out here," crackled their headsets again, as loud explosions and thumps could be heard over to the north.

"What if we miscalculated, and the flanking action will be from one direction only?" asked Guerrero, looking over at Juan with a questioning face.

"L.T., got movement," called out Sanchez, who had taken up a position she could observe down a bend in the the shantytown's street. Juan immediately signaled for her to rally to him, and she moved back to him quickly. "Looks like a column of technicals, five to ten, coming up the street."

Juan immediately moved into action, looking over at Luna, signalling him to engage the lead technical, then turning to Zavala, signalling for his Sergeant to engage with grenades, while the rest of the squad covered. The squad then moved to take up the best positions that would afford them the best vantage and cover points, with Luna watching Juan for the order to engage. The column of technicals was accompanied by foot mobiles, who were jogging to try to keep up with the trucks mounting machineguns and recoilless rifles. It was clear that the large insurgent convoy was either intended to move on the attacking force, or even move on the terminal itself. It was well armed, and as they closed with the Battalion 5043 operatives, Juan knew they were outnumbered, by a heavy margin.

"Maybe you should have insisted on those extra boots, L.T.," said Espinosa, who stuck next to the special forces officer.

Juan ignored Espinosa's comment, and signaled Luna, who nodded, and immediately opened fire with a clattering cacophony, the light machinegun shattering the windshield of the lead technical and perforating the vehicles' engine block. The technical swerved hard, as the driver was clearly dead, and slammed into a shanty, and was immediately rammed from behind by the technical behind it. The second technical was similarly engaged by Luna, as Zavala began hurling a series of four hand grenades in quick succession, landing amongst the confused insurgents who began engaging their foes in earnest. Juan would open fire with his own assault rifle, along with Guerrero and Espinosa, who also opened fire with their assault rifles and underslung grenade launches, which exploded amongst the confused insurgents.

"This is Phantom 2-5 Actual, engaging tangos south of the airport, counting [i]beau coup[/i] targets," said Juan, into his tactical radio microphone.

"Two-Five Actual, why the hell are you not on line with Dagger 2-0 Actual?" came the crackle of Ricardo's voice over his headset, as Juan signaled his disciplined squad to perform a coordinated withdrawal. He covered the retreat of Luna and Zavala, who moved to the rear to take up a new position, he would move next with Espinosa, and then would be followed by Guerrero, while Sanchez provided accurate covering fire for them.

"Just following orders sir, you said to specifically support the push on the eastern portion of the runway, so can I get that platoon now?" asked Juan, calmly, as he gunned down a duo of two insurgents with two three round bursts from his REC14 assault rifle. Zavala looked at him, and just broke off into a lighthearted laugh, as he reloaded his assault rifle, ducked into an alley next to Juan.

"I still bet you we can whoop them before he gets any troopers here," said Guerrero, opening up the lighthearted inter-unit betting that was typical of Battalion 5043, which treated combat as if it were another day at the office.

"I bet you he doesn't send any at all!" yelled Luna, as he opened up with his machinegun again, covering Sanchez's retreat.

"You're on!" yelled Guerrero.

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