Members of the FRAWED organization arrive in the Levantine desert to find their new lodgings: five neatly repurposed army bases complete with barracks, training areas, and air defenses.
Levantine Army officers are stationed there as well to transfer funds,’weapons, and assist in training. Among the many gifts Saddam has bestowed upon FRAWED are 18,000 Kalashnikovs, 500 explosives, 10 devices designed to release large amounts of mustard gas, dirty bombs, and even a tank.
Once the relationship between the organization and the Levantine Republic grows, Tel Ayn plans to give its new allies even deadlier weapons...
A man in a simple uniform of greys and whites approaches the base on foot, followed by what look like a 13 mile long convoy of vehicles, gun trucks, missile launch platforms, and a cobbled together 14 foot tall mech suit.
He tips his hat towards the man at the checkpoint, relishing in his agape mouth and slack jaw that threatened the scrape the floor.
"Morning private. I take it we are expected? I am Odyseus, and this is but a modest fraction of my forces..."
The guard smiles at Odysseus. He is not a mere private, but a member of the elite Fedayeen Brigades
“Indeed, welcome to Levantin. You won’t be bothered by western pig dogs here”
Heat ripples across the sand dunes surrounding the base. They are deep within the wastes of the Southern Levantine Desert, a land so inhospitable that few would expect there to be any human presence, military or civilian.
“The Colonel will be here in a moment to hand over your funds. You can look around the base in the meantime. There’s enough guns and munitions to overthrow half of Valsora here.”
Indeed my squidly friend. How goes the eternal madness that is your jungles?
"Indeed." Odyseus dog whistles, and the convoy pours into the compound. Every spare inch of space is used to store vehicles and men. As they disembark the numbers swell well above 500,000 heads and counting.
The mech follows closely on the one man in a suit's heels. He watches the others with slight disdain. Checking his watch, then his satellite phone, he begins to walk towards the command center where Odyseus has already somehow located. Ullah knows how he does it...
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Smirking slightly while toying a knife in his fingers, Odyseus sits in the back of a meeting where none know he is present. Hidden in shadow and silent as a church mouse, he binds silent testimony to the argument that threatens to brew....
A helicopter touches down on a landing platform near the base. Colonel Muammar Tlass, one of Levantin’s finest officers and senior commander within the Fedayeen Brigades, has arrived with the equivalent of 3 billion in his briefcase.
The Colonel is not interested in pleasantries and plans on depositing the funds with the nearest FRAWED official before returning to Tel Ayn.
“Yes. This contains the equivalent of 4 billion in the disgusting currency of the West.”
The Colonel hands over the briefcase and salutes him with the customary “Death to San Sierra” before departing. The helicopter takes off once again, leaving the FRAWED fighters and their Levantine counterparts alone in the desert...
He takes the case and puts it in the mech, and looks for Odyseus soon afterword.
Dont start a fight you wont win friend. I have the fundage and the manpower to do as I wish where I wish. I could put 3 tons of TNT within 40 feet of your capital buildings driveway if I chose...
The Future Galatico of BearStackof2015
The Almighty Army of FRAWED
The Holy Land of Levantin
The Constitutional Dictatorship of Peatiktist
The Federation of Kurikia
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