Rebels With a Cause
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I would like to do them rapidly, hence the short faction segments. There won't be one coming this weekend, but I will be starting the next update on Monday.
Starting work on the update now, but I am rather busy at work, so this one may not arrive until tomorrow. Ye've been warned.
Update 1: May, 2036
National News Reports
National News Reports
EXECUTION RAISES DEMANDS FOR IMMEDIATE GOVERNMENT RESPONSE IN STARY SOBOR. President Pishchalnikov has faced growing pressure from international interests to respond to a situation in the town of Stary Sobor. A terrorist group known as the Most Christian State has begun forcibly conscripting local citizens and kidnapping western journalists. A Polish journalist was captured and executed by this group by being burned alive, and the videos were released to the internet. The Polish government has responded sternly to the Pishchalnikov administration, demanding immediate action against this group before they become an even more serious problem. The president has announced the formation of a large army task force dedicated to an aggressive response against these terrorists, pledging that a major operation is about to be launched in Stary Sobor and surrounding areas to discover the primary camp of this group. He has stated that overwhelming force will be brought to bear including armor and air support to wipe out these religious radicals.
BRUTAL SLAUGHTER MAKES INTERNATIONAL HEADLINES. What has become known as the Massacre of Pustoshka has begun gathering press throughout the former states of the Russian Federation. Al-Jazeera has released an exclusive report detailing the slaughter of over two thousand men, women, and children in the small town of Pustoshka. Those killed were members of Chernarus’ Tatar minority, most of the Islamic faith. The organization known as the Royalist Chernarus Militia has been declared responsible for the massacre, but Al-Jazeera reporters have alleged that local police and military authorities allowed the slaughter to happen without any attempt at intervention. President Pishchalnikov has faced criticism for his lack of action, but has responded with a pledge to beef up checkpoint security, deploying armor to the Pustoshka region and doubling the number of checkpoints and their garrisons. The Turkish president has warned against further discrimination against Chernarus’ Islamic minority, implying that another Turkish military intervention along the Black Sea could be possible if the situation continues to deteriorate.
Faction Reports
Brotherhood of the Ten Scorpions
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Cell 60
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Chernarus Free State
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Chernarus People’s Army
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Chernarusan Social Liberation Front
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Deadman Cabal
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Factory Boys
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Greater Slavia Revival Movement
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Holy Russian Empire of Chernarus
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Jess’s Angels
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Liberal Army
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Most Christian State of Chernarus and the Black Sea
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Royal Chernarus Militia
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Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
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The Eye
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OOC
I will point out that this time, story activity on the thread from here on out will affect your stats. Specifically, the Notoriety and Legitimacy stats. The changes won’t be game-breaking but they will be there for those more active on the thread.
gay_Aleks
from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
Apologies, but I'll have to drop this. Not enough...meat to it, ya know? Words and whatnot.
christos200
Never tell me the odds
Nice update.
Zappericus
Euro scumbag
Remove kebab! Chernorus stronk!
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Damn ugly, that’s what this country is. Rashun looked out over the rugged woods and hills, cast in a dull grey thanks to the choking overcast. Damned ugly. He scratched at the tender pink flesh under his chin and looked over his camp. Men dressed in dirty, plain clothes wrestled with a mound of sandbags intent on spilling over and down the hill. An old woman cleaned a rifle, two children crawling over her feet, one getting a smart bop from the barrel when he tried to poke at the gun. A little ways behind the disorganized clump of patchwork tents was a poorly tilled field slanted alarmingly on the hillside. Rashun nodded at a gaggle of men shuffling by at what he assumed was supposed to be some attempt at PT. His scar itched furiously.
He jumped a bit at a holler from behind him, but tried to play it off with a quick sneeze. The others didn’t seem to notice, all good then. He turned in a manner that he hoped looked confident, eyeing the approaching party. His frown broke into a smile and he walked briskly out towards the group, his arms outstretched. ‘Welcome back to paradise brothers! How was work?’
Yulian, a tall man with a small, gaunt face, grimaced. ‘Brought you a souvenir’ he said, pushing a boy ahead of him. The kid stumbled for moment, nearly dropping the old carbine in his shaky hands. Rashun steadied him, his rough farmer’s hands gripping the boy’s scrawny shoulders, and gave him a look. Couldn’t be old enough to even handle a proper drink. His scar itched mockingly.
‘A real fighter, by the looks of it! What’s your name, man?’ Rushun plastered a wide, worryingly fake feeling smile on his face.
The boy cleared his throat, eyes darting around the camp, obviously having some second thoughts about fighting the good fight. You’re a scrawny little thing boy, but don’t you dare leave. At least don’t take the gun, please. ‘Stepen. Uh, Sir. Stepen Kozel.’
Stretching his lips as wide as he could, Rashun clapped the boy on the shoulders and yelled, ‘Stepen! I’m glad to have a soldier like you at my side! Now, take your gun and find a tent, one of my men will get you set up with a unit. Welcome to the People’s Army, brother!’ The boy gave a nervous smile, and then hurried off after one of Yulian’s scouts. ‘At least he brought a rifle,’ Rushun murmured, scratching under his chin.
‘That was one ours, boss. Thought he’d straighten up a bit with some metal in his hands.’
Damnit. ‘We’ll make use of him, everyone’s got a part, right brother?’
Yulian glared at the bigger man for a beat, then shook his head. ‘The food trick isn’t going to work anymore. A couple sacks of grain aren’t going to buy us soldiers.’
‘Not a trick Yulian, they need the food more than we do.’
‘Of course, they’ve got all that fighting to do while we rut in the mud up on this hill, right?’
Rushun’s face darkened, ‘Careful, brother. You know what they’re going through.’
Yulian barked a humourless laugh. ‘I know what it’s like to starve, yes. I also know what it’s like to grab some steel and take back what’s mine. I know which of the two experiences is better, stronger, and I know those folk down there don’t know that. We’re the ones being strong Rushun, and we need to be fed to be strong.’
He stared at Yulian’s beady eyes for a few breaths, and then sighed. This fight never went anywhere anyways. ‘Anything else?’
Yulian held his glare for second, just to make it extra clear he was, and always would be, pissed, then said, ‘Yeah. Our man at the gas station, the fat bugger, he says that Pishchalnikov’s boys are going to come through town on the way to Zelenogorsk in a week or so. Reinforcing that mess up north.’
Rushun raised his eyebrows. ‘Oh? Did our hefty friend tell us what sort of ass they’re pulling?’
‘Just light escorts, mostly. Trucks or light vehicles. Easy to hit, especially with that PKM and RPG we picked up last month. If we set up the grenade launcher a ways into the village, our MG and carbines could…’
‘No.’ Rushun shook his head, waving one hand dismissively. ‘If we hit the convoy, they’ll know someone in Pavlovo tipped them off. Can’t risk it.’ Immediately after he said it he realised his mistake. Ah damn, here it comes.
‘Can’t risk it? Can’t risk it!’ Yulian bared his teeth and snarled, ‘We can’t eat our own food, it’d risk the poor folk in Pavlovo. We can’t take their fighting boys, it’d put them at risk. Can’t risk it!’ His eyes bulged as he screamed in Rushun’s face. ‘Can’t risk it! We’re in a war, we picked up our guns, left our homes, off to fight the bad old general. Can’t risk it though! Better hide in the woods, don’t want anyone to get hurt! In a war! CAN’T RISK IT!? YOU WORTHLESS, PATHETIC, IGNORANT COWA…’ His fist smashed into Yulian’s jaw much harder than he had intended, sending the lanky man flailing over backwards, head knocking hard on the rocky turf. He hadn’t intended to kick his friend in the rib, nor stomp on his chest, not even wail on his cowering head with bloody fists.
Rushun stood straight, took a deep breath. He rubbed his raw knuckles and looked down at his friend, groaning and flinching, blood pouring between his fingers covering his face. They were looking at him. All of them. He couldn’t turn around though, he couldn’t face them, not like this. Now you’ve gone and done it, you big stupid oaf. He took a breath, then crouched down, grabbed Yulian under the shoulders and tugged him up to his feet. He held his shoulders until Yulian steadied himself, then let go and said, loud enough for the rest to hear clearly, ‘We’ll hit the convoy north of Pavlovo, half way to Zelenogorsk. We’ll hit it hard, we’ll hit it fast. No survivors. We don’t fire a shot in Pavlovo, if some lucky bastard crawls back to the village, we’ll drag him out before shooting him.’ He waited a moment, then spun on his heel and bellowed, ‘Get to it you sons-a-es! You’ve got the guns, you’ve got the bullets, and you’ve got a war to fight!’
As the men and women scrambled away, he could feel Yulian’s eyes on his back. Damn did his scar ever itch…
He jumped a bit at a holler from behind him, but tried to play it off with a quick sneeze. The others didn’t seem to notice, all good then. He turned in a manner that he hoped looked confident, eyeing the approaching party. His frown broke into a smile and he walked briskly out towards the group, his arms outstretched. ‘Welcome back to paradise brothers! How was work?’
Yulian, a tall man with a small, gaunt face, grimaced. ‘Brought you a souvenir’ he said, pushing a boy ahead of him. The kid stumbled for moment, nearly dropping the old carbine in his shaky hands. Rashun steadied him, his rough farmer’s hands gripping the boy’s scrawny shoulders, and gave him a look. Couldn’t be old enough to even handle a proper drink. His scar itched mockingly.
‘A real fighter, by the looks of it! What’s your name, man?’ Rushun plastered a wide, worryingly fake feeling smile on his face.
The boy cleared his throat, eyes darting around the camp, obviously having some second thoughts about fighting the good fight. You’re a scrawny little thing boy, but don’t you dare leave. At least don’t take the gun, please. ‘Stepen. Uh, Sir. Stepen Kozel.’
Stretching his lips as wide as he could, Rashun clapped the boy on the shoulders and yelled, ‘Stepen! I’m glad to have a soldier like you at my side! Now, take your gun and find a tent, one of my men will get you set up with a unit. Welcome to the People’s Army, brother!’ The boy gave a nervous smile, and then hurried off after one of Yulian’s scouts. ‘At least he brought a rifle,’ Rushun murmured, scratching under his chin.
‘That was one ours, boss. Thought he’d straighten up a bit with some metal in his hands.’
Damnit. ‘We’ll make use of him, everyone’s got a part, right brother?’
Yulian glared at the bigger man for a beat, then shook his head. ‘The food trick isn’t going to work anymore. A couple sacks of grain aren’t going to buy us soldiers.’
‘Not a trick Yulian, they need the food more than we do.’
‘Of course, they’ve got all that fighting to do while we rut in the mud up on this hill, right?’
Rushun’s face darkened, ‘Careful, brother. You know what they’re going through.’
Yulian barked a humourless laugh. ‘I know what it’s like to starve, yes. I also know what it’s like to grab some steel and take back what’s mine. I know which of the two experiences is better, stronger, and I know those folk down there don’t know that. We’re the ones being strong Rushun, and we need to be fed to be strong.’
He stared at Yulian’s beady eyes for a few breaths, and then sighed. This fight never went anywhere anyways. ‘Anything else?’
Yulian held his glare for second, just to make it extra clear he was, and always would be, pissed, then said, ‘Yeah. Our man at the gas station, the fat bugger, he says that Pishchalnikov’s boys are going to come through town on the way to Zelenogorsk in a week or so. Reinforcing that mess up north.’
Rushun raised his eyebrows. ‘Oh? Did our hefty friend tell us what sort of ass they’re pulling?’
‘Just light escorts, mostly. Trucks or light vehicles. Easy to hit, especially with that PKM and RPG we picked up last month. If we set up the grenade launcher a ways into the village, our MG and carbines could…’
‘No.’ Rushun shook his head, waving one hand dismissively. ‘If we hit the convoy, they’ll know someone in Pavlovo tipped them off. Can’t risk it.’ Immediately after he said it he realised his mistake. Ah damn, here it comes.
‘Can’t risk it? Can’t risk it!’ Yulian bared his teeth and snarled, ‘We can’t eat our own food, it’d risk the poor folk in Pavlovo. We can’t take their fighting boys, it’d put them at risk. Can’t risk it!’ His eyes bulged as he screamed in Rushun’s face. ‘Can’t risk it! We’re in a war, we picked up our guns, left our homes, off to fight the bad old general. Can’t risk it though! Better hide in the woods, don’t want anyone to get hurt! In a war! CAN’T RISK IT!? YOU WORTHLESS, PATHETIC, IGNORANT COWA…’ His fist smashed into Yulian’s jaw much harder than he had intended, sending the lanky man flailing over backwards, head knocking hard on the rocky turf. He hadn’t intended to kick his friend in the rib, nor stomp on his chest, not even wail on his cowering head with bloody fists.
Rushun stood straight, took a deep breath. He rubbed his raw knuckles and looked down at his friend, groaning and flinching, blood pouring between his fingers covering his face. They were looking at him. All of them. He couldn’t turn around though, he couldn’t face them, not like this. Now you’ve gone and done it, you big stupid oaf. He took a breath, then crouched down, grabbed Yulian under the shoulders and tugged him up to his feet. He held his shoulders until Yulian steadied himself, then let go and said, loud enough for the rest to hear clearly, ‘We’ll hit the convoy north of Pavlovo, half way to Zelenogorsk. We’ll hit it hard, we’ll hit it fast. No survivors. We don’t fire a shot in Pavlovo, if some lucky bastard crawls back to the village, we’ll drag him out before shooting him.’ He waited a moment, then spun on his heel and bellowed, ‘Get to it you sons-a-es! You’ve got the guns, you’ve got the bullets, and you’ve got a war to fight!’
As the men and women scrambled away, he could feel Yulian’s eyes on his back. Damn did his scar ever itch…
When should we have orders in for the next?
Just making sure that it is written that the update will be done Monday. Get those orders in!
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Jesss Angels: Thomas.berubeg
Leader:
Total Personnel: 52
Legitimacy: 0
Notoriety: 0
Funds: 300 (+50)
Drugs: 0
Ammunition: 100
Fuel: 15
Bases:
Opportunity: Our light helicopter pilot reported seeing an army patrol encamped in the wilderness and isolated from any other forces. They appear to be engaged in a number of nasty activities, including forced prostitution from the women of Grishino. Wiping this camp out will likely provide us with both weapons and more support from the local population. On the other hand, as soldiers they are well-armed and could inflict heavy casualties upon us should we fail to take them by surprise.
Response: use the cover of night to set up a number of sniping positions. Our people are locals, so likely have a better understanding of the local area than the Military. Then, at 4 AM, snipe them from the trees, and then use one of the trucks as heavy cover to run closer to the camp to finish off the survivors of the sniper attacks.
Orders Use the Helicopter to scout to the Airport.
Leader:
Total Personnel: 52
Legitimacy: 0
Notoriety: 0
Funds: 300 (+50)
Drugs: 0
Ammunition: 100
Fuel: 15
Bases:
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Opportunity: Our light helicopter pilot reported seeing an army patrol encamped in the wilderness and isolated from any other forces. They appear to be engaged in a number of nasty activities, including forced prostitution from the women of Grishino. Wiping this camp out will likely provide us with both weapons and more support from the local population. On the other hand, as soldiers they are well-armed and could inflict heavy casualties upon us should we fail to take them by surprise.
Response: use the cover of night to set up a number of sniping positions. Our people are locals, so likely have a better understanding of the local area than the Military. Then, at 4 AM, snipe them from the trees, and then use one of the trucks as heavy cover to run closer to the camp to finish off the survivors of the sniper attacks.
Orders Use the Helicopter to scout to the Airport.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
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Shadowbound
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Scorpion Orders
Reach out to Tatar communities, establishing ties in the aftermath of the progrom, offering our services to help protect them, and recruiting young men to join us.
Attempt to scout out crime lord's hide out, try to find a local villager who works there as a servant to learn about the interior. Goal is to find radio, disable prior to attack.
Reach out to Tatar communities, establishing ties in the aftermath of the progrom, offering our services to help protect them, and recruiting young men to join us.
Attempt to scout out crime lord's hide out, try to find a local villager who works there as a servant to learn about the interior. Goal is to find radio, disable prior to attack.
Starting work on the update now.
TheLastJacobite
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