Tsnayutsayari Unrest

[Tsnayuts]

Onkali leaned forward in his seat as he pulled out binoculars and scanned the people below, as his eyes slowly looked over the scene he was deeply hit with a wave of sadness. Below was an improvised hospital to stop the tide of dying men as strife has struck the nation of the Tsnayutsayari people. Below was a scene of agony, and deep despair, it seemed to many people that the struggle against the government was the smiting of the gods.

As the rifleman stood, alerted by the fast speed of a car going towards the hospital, but as he raised his binoculars to his eyes a pillar of fire rose from a crowd, and debris was thrown into the air. Panicked, Onkali looked to the other three dazed men in the watchpost, who were already readying themselves to run down to where the fires still raged. Onkali threw his rifle over his shoulder and ran quickly down.

As he approached closer he saw the chaos that the single vehicle brought to the scene, people lay everywhere in agony moaning as they held tightly onto their injuries. But Onkali did not know what to do, he helped press onto one mans raw leg, but he stopped as he saw a ambulance rolled onto the verge of the crowd. Jubilant, he moved to the ambulance, but in a earshattering moment he was thrown to the ground. He looked up, clearing the daze from his mind to look at his thigh. To his horror, an apple sized piece of flesh was missing from one of his thighs.

Despite his panic, he started to feel as if a lead blanket of lethargy fall over himself. He tried to crawl to another man, but as drowsiness was gnawing on his mind he passed out.

//I'll actually add more to this -- essentially the nation was just torn asunder and the government was powderised. Feel free to add in a reaction or a diplo-response. If you want to become heavily involved tell me on IRC.//

Also, the rifle used -- the IktKYM 587, think of the STG-44

The Izinkirmishnata Koyemanu 587 rifle, manufactured by Koyemanu industries, is an old rifle, but any experienced fighter can use the gun perfectly well. It started production in Tsnayutsayari year 5087 (roman: 1987) as a improvement over the semi-automatic weapon that was in use at the time. It was initially criticised for having less of a range than most rifles at the time, but studies have proven that fireteams that were equipped with long distance rifles have a much higher casualty rate in urban areas when compared to fireteams that were given. As cities grew, the manufacturing order for the IktKYM 587 grew as well.

In the recent Tsnayutsayari struggle continues, the rifle continues to prove it's worth as a tool for destruction.

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Base tech level: 1

Weight: 5.35 kg

Length: 950 mm

Barrel length: 425 mm

Cartridge: 6.5x35mm

Action: Gas-operated, tilting bolt

Rate of fire: 450-550 rounds/min

Muzzle velocity: 725 m/s

Effective range: 315 m

Feed system: 25 round detachable magazine

Sights: rear V-notch and a front hooded post

Edited May 10, 2009 by Tsnayuts

[Tsnayuts]

As his thoughts drifted to and fro, the line between reality and fiction blurred like his vision. around him the was a chaos of human suffering, but instead going to his past. He drifted into a reverie of him playing Krokoru, a popular Tsnayutsayari ball game, in Gashtur when he was a small boy. He remembered twisting his ankle and he had tried to play on. He heard his father's friends say that he had guts. He remembered now. It was not guts to lay down and die. He contemplated on what to do, and it seemed that for self respect he must make effort to move to safety. He tried to move and found that his left arm was fairly effective, so he pushed it to the ground and forced himself into a sitting position. Out of the shade he could see raw holes in his left forearm and a lot of blood. His right shoulder seemed to be in a confounded mess, what he could see of it, and he thought that his arm was nearly off

He started to lament, "Oh gods, I'll be one armed." he paused for a moment of sobbing and stopped , to speak again "By damnation, it doesn't matter being one-armed if I am a bloated corpse." Onkali then tried to stand, but immediately he was gripped with deep resounding pain from his leg. He took a step forward and succumbed to the pain that he could not bear in his leg, he fell forward. As he hit the ground his whole body seized in pain. Noises rippled around him, and were muted as if he had his head underwater, but one single crisp voice could be heard as he felt himself being picked up. It said:

"Look at what these confounded hounds did to this poor sod, get him up."

And as he felt being picked up, he felt as if he graced salvation. And he fell into another deep sleep with a wide smile of satisfaction across his face.

Edited May 10, 2009 by Tsnayuts

[Tsnayuts]

His dreams quickly formed into a rushed blur as a shining bright light created a tunnel in his mind's eye -- and it was as if he was sprinted to the end of if. But quickly it halted and immediately Onkali jumped forward in his stretcher, he could not make out the details of the scene around him, but soon enough he looked around to see he was in a improvised hospital. As him memories caught up with him he turned to see his right arm in horror. As expected, he saw a mass of dressings around his shoulder and forearm, but there was no arm sticking out of it. As he examined his arm with visceral horror, he turned to look at his leg. Bandages we laid out in many various spots along his right leg, with the concentration around his thigh. Onkali combed his hair with his fingers and laid back down, planning to sleep. But he was to restless to sleep, a man laying in a stretcher spoke to him, but Onkali could not hear him right. So he asked the man to speak again, but a bit louder. So he spoke again, much more louder.

"Haven't you heard the News recently? Znushekye* province as let back into the nation in an attempt for stabilisation or whatever. Checkstations have now been stationed all over the place to cut down on the violence that has both put you and I here. I've heard that -- whatever are the powers that be -- sent out a wish to the world to send in a peacekeeping force of somesort. Hopefully someone will come to the call, these hospitals are getting too big."

*Dagestan...

//......Please have a diplo-response?//

Edited May 13, 2009 by Tsnayuts