The North PacificBoard

Why must I be the one to face this anguish and pain? Looking around, all I see is the corpse of many of my friends. All for what? The fight to overthrow our oppressive government? Of course, I want my country to be more prosperous. But is this the way to go, I turn slightly. I turn back. I am surrounded by the Central African government forces. Blasting round after round, I cut down ten of the twelve. One of them has a scope on me.

If I look now, this could be the last face I see. Then, I see a girl. She sticks out like a sour thumb. Her light skin and blonde hair blew in the wind. This is the hottest rebellion I have seen. I drop my weapons and make a run. The girl looks at me before tackling me. Her arms wrapping around me. "My brave warrior..." she whispers. My tears flow down from my cheeks.

She wipes a tear off of my face. She stands over seven inches over me, but she doesn't change anything. She takes my hand and takes me to the airport. Coming from the only wealthy city from the North Osean Tribe of Hakuru, she is from the big city outside of the COR African borders. Her private jet is stationed on the runway ready for her.

She throws me onto the seat and gets in and tells her pilot to make the take off quick. The pilot delivers the takeoff and I feel that we are saved from the violence. She then gets up and walks to the plane's bedroom. "Come my sweet," she whispers. I trudge along with her as she picks me up from behind. She places me in the bed with the covers covering my shivering body.

She gets on the other side and brings me close to her. She takes her jacket off and pulls me to her chest. I feel my troubles disappear. My issues go away. "Honey, you are safe," she whispers, "You are in my arms all protected," I smile. When I look out the window, I see the dark of a storm coming. She takes out her remote and pulls down the shades.

"You're mine, Ambe," she says undoing the bow in her hair, "As long as you are mine, your safety is my priority. You will always be mine," she remarks. When the bow in her hair was done, I could feel her long hair against my back. She took my soldiers jacket off and threw it to the ground. Her hands were on my back and she was pressing down.

"Sleep, my warrior," she says as she pushes my head to her lap. When I lay down, she puts her head above and kisses my lips. She then lay down and wrapped her arms around me. "My baby darling," she whispers.

Light turbulence hit the Fokker 70 that we were in. When I felt the plane shake, I shot right up awake. I started shaking for a little bit. I had never been on a plane before and this was a scary experience. I shivered, but I felt the arms of Emma around me tighten. "This is normal. Just relax," she whispered before sitting up.

Feeling her long, flowing hair around my neck, I felt her adjusting my shirt and she put her arms on my shoulders. "You're tense. Hold on a second. We are in no rush," she susurrated. I relaxed. I went to sleep with my head on her chest and my torso on her lap. Feeling her breathe, I felt alright. I was in no rush and I was tired.

The bed was better than the barracks I slept in. The next thing I know, the plane lands, but I refuse to wake up. Emma didn't budge. She waited for me to wake up. This wouldn't happen for another few hours. Then, I remembered about the Olympic Games in Ostlea. I shrieked. "Wait, I have to- to go to Ostlea- Olympics!" Emma put a finger over my lips. "Your team is in here. You're staying with me for a few days," she said as she tended to me.

When we deplaned, she put me on her back. The bags she rolled and she walked a mile to the hotel. She grabbed my hand as she walked inside and I leaped off her shoulders. "You can talk to people. You aren't under the Kimbu Central African Regime. Beloved sweetheart, don't be frightened please," she said. Her eyes concerned in my face. I nodded lightly.

When we checked in, we walked up to our room. A standard room with AC and a TV in the center. A desk had the TV on it and a lamp on both sides. Emma went underneath the covers and I walked around. This went on for thirty minutes before she grabbed my hand. "Honey, please sleep. You had a long day. A near death experience to add to it. Sweetie, I need you here with me!" she exclaimed to me. A stern look across her face was showing.

I got in from the other side and she pulled me to her. Her arms covered my head. Her lips caressed my countenance. "You aren't leaving me. Hon, you are something I need and I am not letting you die in the Civil War!" she squealed to me. I nodded. Outside, the streets buzzed, but I was with my Emma and she was with me. Who could ask for anything more?

Hilton Hotel Darix; 05:00 AM

"Take my hand," she repeated. I was in shock. I looked at her concerned eyes. Her gaze was loving. Still, in the bed, I just muttered back, "I wanna sleep..."

Feeling her long, flowing hair around my neck, I felt her adjusting my shirt and she put her arms on my shoulders. "You're tense. Hold on a second. We are in no rush," she susurrated. I relaxed. I went to sleep with my head on her chest and my torso on her lap. Feeling her breathe, I felt alright. I was in no rush and I was tired.

Today was the day I would meet my teammates at Nevelocity International Airport and I was ready to go. Emma made sure all of my things were packed including my basketball gear. "Baby, right here," she said. She embraced me into her arms another time. Soothing it was. "Sweetie, remember what I taught you. When you shoot, drive off your feet. Leap as well," I nodded. She took my hand and we walked outside to see the sunset rising over the horizon.

"My darling, what a beautiful morning," she said looking towards me. She giggled. "I wish I had more time with you," she said. "Emma, we will. When I return, my time is yours," I said laughing. "My little soldier is growing up," she said with a smile.

Then, I located the airport and I saw multiple of my teammates loading their stuff out of a car. My team is different. The adults are off fighting the war, so we, the kids, are playing the Olympics for them. Locating my friends, I smiled and called for them. The call was heard and they saw me and Emma running towards them.

Nevelocity International Airport

"Off service duty so soon?" my friend, Zakaria Fallah, questioned. I just nodded. Nothing else to say nor do. When we were all rounded up, our coaches led us inside. Emma pulled me aside. "By, sweetie," she said before kissing me goodbye. I then saw her disappear into the sunset. I walked back inside to join the team.

"Alright, your sporting gear should be in one bag along with your standard carry-ons. Your bag has two compartments for a reason," our drillmaster said. "Find a roommate, and he will be your roommate at the Olympic Park," We scrambled to find our roommates and I ended up being paired with Zakaria.

The line for check in via TSA Pre got long, but our COR Olympic Team were there first. We got by, and we had 1 hour to spare before the flight boarded at 6:00 am. As long as everything was, time was different. We then went into the Deerfenese Airways lounge. We had nothing else to do. As we walked in, there was a fleet of stairs, which we walked up, and we were up. Our team found a group of seats and left our bags there as we got food. When we got back, we decided to look out the window.

The windows had a nice, bluescape in it. The stuff out of the window was blue. Right in front of us, under the East Pacific Airways lounge, was a waterfall. It was really quiet in the lounge. The sights were something else. The water full lead on top of a store complex, in which the stores were some really well-known ones like Duty-Free, Flags and Co., Pacific Shirtstore, and SLIM-Makers.

"This a damn nice lounge..." Ali Taghipour said in awe

"You think? We have around 50 minutes in here." Amir Mohammad Lorestani said.

"I love the food, though." Naghi Jahangiri added.

Around 45 minutes later, as a team, we started walking to the gate. The chaotic gate was loud, but sweet, as Nekos were. As a team and with our coaches, we looked and looked to find the gate. We had never seen such a busy gate before. We had sat down, as a team and decided to play a game called "Name that logo."

"What do you think this logo is, Jallal?" our manager asked.

"It's a tough one," our basketball coach said, "You probably won't get it."

Jallal thought. "Is it... The CORLogistics logo?"

"Correct!" the football coach cried.

And suddenly,

*Ding* "Deerfenese Olympic Airways flight 3732 to Ostlea is now boarding." the PA called.

As everyone got in line, as a team we got in line. In fact, this was a wait for 15 minutes, but hey. The flight duration was around 8 hours. 8 hours in upstairs in business class. As the line got shorter, we boarded the plane. We walked in and said something to the flight attendants. They then walked to their seats in business class. The plane would land in Ostlea at 12:40 pm leaving them with 1 hour to board the Olympic Buses.

"Welcome to Deerfenese Airways flight 3732 to Ostlea. The flight duration will be around 8 hours, so get comfortable especially in economy. Anyway, this is an Airbus A380-800. Upstairs and Downstairs are both equipped with 3 flight attendants each. The pilot and co-pilot for today are Erik Springer, and Kolby Jones. The 6 flight attendants for today are Hanna Eminski, Reya Thomas, Amanda Jones, Alyssa Tayfu, Jack Wagner, and Thaii Gondala. In the unlikely event of a water or emergency landing, please locate the nearest exits that the flight attendants are pointing out. Please note that it may be behind you. Now, let's buckle those belts unless you are my ex-wife and her divorce attorney. If you are traveling with small children, we're sorry. If you are traveling with 2, pick the one that you think will have a more bright future. Remember to help yourself before anyone else in this unlikely event. Now, we are coming through the cabin serving pre-flight drinks, and towels. Please, switch your phone into airplane mode, and put away computers. I am Adam Wright, and if there is anything that we can do to help, please let us know... As soon as we reach Osltea. Welcome aboard."

The people near me clapped and Zakaria pulled down the barrier between seats. "When we reach Ostlea, do you want to 1v1 in basketball just to warm up?" he asked. I nodded. I was ready to take him down. Zakaria smiled. "Good luck on trying to beat your Point Guard," he laughed. "Don't you mean PINT guard?" I asked making fun of his size. "Come at me bro!" he laughed.

As the plane taxied out, everyone knew this would be a long flight. Like, LONG of a flight. 8 hours, but our team was fine with it. We had some of the best seats on the plane, and they knew this. We put on movies, and we waited for the plane to take off. When the plane took off, the plane scenery turned white. The light up in the cabin in the top turned light blue, like a sunrise, and then the bottom lighting, which was new for any airplane was white, like snow in Antarctica. I saw Zakaria turned on a cricket game in Antarctica. It was between the Deerfenese Base and the Danish Base. It was a good game, but Zakaria decided to put his seat back in bed formation.

As this flight will carry on, I wonder what awaits me in Ostlea. I am ready to compete for a title. It will be interesting to see the skill level for every other team.

The Combat Ambassador looked back in a particular direction. The Kimbu Regime was already dealing with a Civil War and now this issue? Lungha was passing its ships through? He didn't think so. He got permission to send the military jets over the Cascade. Passing over the Sarko-Roctainian Union, the Central Osean Republic sent numerous fighter jets to attack Lungha ships.

On a routine cargo-passenger ship going from the Maritime Commonwealth of Lungha to Irminonia, the ship was spotted by the Central African fighter jets. The signal from the Central African Military Command Centre was given. Swooping down at an alarming rate, the jets swooped over the ship. In a Kamikaze styled attack, the twelve attack jets went HAM on the ship.

Numerous explosives went click-boom on the deck of the ship dismantling the baggage and freight on the vessel. Numerous pirates from the Extremist Group known as the Zyfaqir State of Kimbu Africa hijacked the boat killing the main captain on board. "You think that a little Cruiser Escort will stop us, huh?" the leader of the operation said in a blood-thirsty tone, "Well think again," he then put a knife in the back of the tied-up captain's head. Every other crew member was tied up.

The co-commander of the operation set up his shotgun. The seven tied-up crew members were then shot dead executioner-styled. The crew-members lie on the floor stagnant, and the boatjackers turned the boat around back to Lungha. The escort was shot down by the Central African jets.

United Lungha Airlines Flight 2234; Fort Colin’s International Airport

The morning of March 8 started off with many flights out of Fort Colin's International Airport (FCX) starting at 3:00 in the morning. Fort Colin's isn't the biggest, but it is the most strategic and fourth most busy airport on the Strangereal. Located in the center and one of the most famous cities in the Maritime Commonwealth of Lungha.

Flight 2234 was scheduled as a routine flight from Fort Colin’s to Anhuacheng, the most strategic city of trade for Lungha. The flight duration would be around 2 hours, and the flight would fly into Anhuacheng International Airport.

Three Central African men boarded the plane. Unknown to anyone, they are associated with the Zyfaqir State of Kimbu Africa (ZSKA). They have the plot to hijack the plane and to start a national emergency in Lungha.

Flight 2234 took off into the air at around 5:00 in the morning. It took a smooth sail to the sky, and at around the end of the flight, the hijackers got up out of their seats and made their way to the cockpit, armed with heavy metal gloves that they somehow got past security. Air traffic control then spoke for the direction.

“Flight 2234, start your approach to Anhuacheng.” one guy said,

No response

“Flight 2234, start your approach to Anhuacheng…”

Still no response

“Flight 2234, can you hear?” the man said,

“What’s going on?” his co-worker asked,

“I think we… We lost all direction with flight 2234.”

On the plane, panic was going through every passenger’s head. Nobody knew what was going on, but everyone knew it wasn’t good, for the plane had made a sharp 90º-Turn. One flight attendant called Ground Control and Air Traffic Control.

“Hello?” the operator said,

“This is Flight 2234. We have made a sharp 90º-Turn, and I believe that we are over Anhuacheng, but we passed the airport.” the flight attendant said,

“Over Anhuacheng? What are the circumstances?” the operator rebuttals with

“Yes, and there are people with scars, and one person severely injured. I think we’re getting hijacked,” she said,

“Stay on the line with me. Just stay on the line.”

The cockpit refused to say anything on the PA throughout the whole flight. It was a time to pray and hope for the best. All 100 passengers on board were scared of what would happen with the plane until the PA spoke,

“Stay calm,” the PA said, "We are near the airport. Don't do anything stupid,"

In the Cockpit, the hijackers shook hands and high-fived. "The revolution has begun! The war! Central Osean Republic over all! COR over all!" they yelled. The hijackers pulled the throttle forward to start the descend to the Osean Trade Building.

The Osean Trade Building; Anhuacheng, Lungha

Alexander Upton, a soldier for the Afro Caribbean Republic on vacation with his girlfriend, Kya Grossmont, was walking out of the amusement park that he was hanging out at with his girlfriend who clutched him close. She laughed.

“That was scary, and we are never doing that again, Xander.” Kya said,

“That was fun! Wanna do it agai-” Xander cut off,

“What’s wrong?” Kya said worried, and touching his face,

“Is that a plane?” he asked,

Before Kya could answer, there was a loud boom. The plane had touched down in the Osean Trade Complex, one of the largest buildings in Anhuacheng. A loud explosion covered all sounds of the city, and it all went dead quiet, and then screams from the people. The building burned for over 90 minutes. All 75 people on the plane were dead, and the people who were on the thirty-sixth floor to the forty-first-floor were either dead or left to die. All of a sudden, the main Osean Trade Building collapsed.

Central African bombers fly over the large island of the Maritime Commonwealth of Lungha with only one intent. To make it rain.

Troops line up in their stations, and they were ready to defend the Central Osean Republic from ZSCOR and Lungha. The general just needed to give them the go ahead sign and it would be go time.

General Hayato looked at his troops’ formation. He couldn’t think it could be worse. In training, he told his men to never stay too close to a defense position until it was time. Now, they could be uncovered.

“Boys, I taught you better than this!” Hayato exclaimed

“Sir, we are in attack positions, what can we do. Do we have the orders?” his advisor inquired,

“You know what? At this point, so what you want!” Hayato exclaimed angerly.

Commander Hayato stormed out of the building and meeting room with anger.

The soldiers lined up waiting for the word of how the attack went. The Air Force knew this was a suicide mission. However, Lungha declared war on an already struggling country for no reason at all.

Everyone on the base knew that Suknee is already gone. The resources on the base are almost gone. However, every other Central African stronghold is fresh and ready to fight against Lunghans or Terrorists.

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Lungha Northern Island

Bombers from the Central Osean Republic made their way overhead. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of the planes.

A heavy firebombing campaign was placed upon a small city on the coast. The jets flew a bit more over and made their way to the major city on the island.

“Sir, do we have a go signal?” Private Zakeli asked his commander on the ground,

“45 degree turn. Surprise them,” the commander sighed,

A heavy amount of the fighter jets heading to Lungha were shot down in foreign air space. However, the ones that survived were ready to do some damage.

However, the bombs that the Central Osean Republic has are very underdeveloped. Therefore, through the campaign, quite a bit was destroyed, but not as much as it would have been if the economy was better.

The jets made a 45-degree turn and they were on their way to the main Lunghan city on the island. A signal of emergency was heard around the island. The Central African Air Unit knew that this could mean that Lungha was out to counter them, but they kept right for the intended target.

The African drums tumbled outside the city of Bangui. The flag for the Central Osean Republic waved in the background. African Lord Kimbu stood on the window sill of his presidential house.

He breathed the fresh bit of air he could have witnessed. Recently, the Lunghan Imperialist threat spread lies about the nation and their recent raid on Lungha.

“Hello everyone. I hope your day has been fine. Anyway, onto a more serious topic. Lungha has gained access from Antiyard to come through to break our nation down. Let me remind you something. He declared war on us before the attack. He declared on the Central Osean Republic. In other words, the firebombing campaign was all in the means of war.”

He took a step back and drank a sip of his tea. “Let me give it to you stupid Lunghan folks. You declare war. Spell it with me you uneducated swine. W-A-R. Do you understand? You declared it on us. When you declare war, expect an attack you soft swine. Lunghans are the underbelly of Osea and they take the victim after they do something stupid and are clapped back for it,” he paused. Anger consumed him. He smirked to the camera.

The city’s crowd cheered in the background. The African Lord picked up a Lunghan flag. “This is what we think of your stupid ass nation,” he smirked as he dropped the flag into a pit of fire. The flag burned on. “If it were up to me, I would have your whole government skinned, burned, and laid in a pit of fire ants. Maybe your leadership would look better being run over by a train.”

He pointed to the camera. “Lungha, if you are watching this, this is for you.” He flipped the bird to the camera before raising it to the crowd. The crowd repeated the gesture to the camera.

He smirked again. That smirk and gaze could kill a mockingbird. Then, he picked up a picture of Haicheng. “You group our nation with terrorists, you are truly ignorant.” He dropped the picture into the pit of fire as well.

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Suknee Stronghold; 5:00 AM

Central African soldiers looked at each other. ZSCOR is swinging into the city and they are playing no games at all. So far, 75% of the military population of Suknee had been wiped out. The Central Africans only had two bullets left, and they were evacuating residents.

“Single file! Single file! Out! Out!” Yelled one of the final soldiers. Then, a ZSCOR militant jumped from behind and stabbed him to death.

The soldier lay in a pool of blood as the residents made one final attempt to escape. The final soldier standing led them out before he ran to the nearest stronghold. The refugees fled the desert and made their way to The mike roctafinserland. Likely to be turned away at the border.

Inside, a soldier’s plea for mercy was caught. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just kill your ass now...” smirked the militant. The soldier of COR was in tears. “Please... I have a wife and kids.” The militant was heard laughing.

“Fine, I will let you live. Think fast!” He swung the back of his gun around and hit the soldier in the head with the back knocking him unconscious. They picked up his body and threw him outside the city walls.

Then, they turned to a camera. “Lungha, if you are seeing this, this will be Haicheng by 2030!” He then picked up his gun and shot the camera before the video cut off.

A typical African drum tune was heard in both the Kimbu parts and the ZSCOR parts. Lungha has now been declared Central African public enemy number one.

It was a quiet night in Roctania. The weakened nation was wounded from a civil war, but everything seemed to be getting back together and more tranquil and quiet once again. A soccer game was going on in the old stadium. The last remaining piece of Sarkis was this stadium. The Llamas were taking a 2-1 lead over the Armadillos. The stadium went wild.

A van pulled up in downtown Okuska. Inside, there were four gunmen that were waiting to unleash hell upon Okuska. They prepped themselves for the signal from their air counterparts. Several small Embraer jets had been stolen from an airport in Okuska and were on their way to a theatre, a bank, and an unknown location.

The van, next to the bank, heard the crash. A small explosion was heard outside and the shooters jumped out of the van. "GO GO GO!" yelled the leader. They rushed to the bank. Inside, the bank holder looked to the terrorists and laughed. "You are getting nothing out of-" the leader shot the holder in the head. The bank holder fell to the ground in pain and agony. In a pool of blood, the terrorists stepped on him as they walked to the safe to take money.

Outside of the stadium, the plane crashed into the C section. A loud explosion was heard followed by fire. The stadium was evacuated. However, in the crash, 145 people died. The C section crumbled as the main seat holder collapsed on itself.

Outside the theatre, a plane crashed into the center of the stage. A boom was heard from there. Seventeen actors were killed in the attack. The theatre was evacuated as it caught fire in the downtown area. The fire spread to another few parts of town burning down. The fire was seen all over town and a lot of it was evacuated.

The police rushed into the bank to see the shooters looting the place. A wild shootout was heard across, but the shooters were killed. All four of them lie in a pool of blood. Lifeless expressions across their faces. Clutching money as bullet holes are piercing through them and blood is spilling out like it is a tipped water bottle. Terrorism levels are rising faster than the national debt of Guyomartand.

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Zyfaqir State bombers fly over the Mike Roctafinserland with only one intent. Several bombers flew to their direct targets while some were shot down. Many of the bombs were shot down and exploded in mid-air. The bombers were annihilated by the strong defense systems of the Mike Roctafinserland. However, it was not perfect. Some loopholes were found in the defenses.

Several militant leaders met up to discuss the issue. "We're dropping like flies out there. What should we do about that?" asked the ZSCO minister of foreign affairs. The leader of the Zyfaqir State of Central Osea looked at his leaders. He smiled. "Ambush them," he smiled. The ministers looked at each other.

"With troops? Is the Mike Roctafinserland in Legion of Doom?" the defense minister asked,

"Doesn't matter. We need to have the element of surprise," the leader said,

"This isn't such a good idea," said the Minister of Foreign Affairs,

"So be it," said the leader,

Zyfaqir State of Central Osea troops line up near the border with the Mike Roctafinserland, and they were ready to back up the attack with an invasion of several cities. Along the border, the troops were lined up. The soldiers were from numerous ZSCO strongholds. The general just needed to give them the go-ahead sign and it would go time.

General Mabwang looked at the formation of his soldiers. He was proud of his soldiers formation to say the least. He smiled to the soldiers. He took his binoculars and spied on the border. He saw some Roctainian border security agents standing at ease not expecting anything. He hopped down from his tower and yelled to his men.

"LISTEN UP! THE NERDS ARE READY TO FIRE! WE MUST STAND TALL!" the main commander said,

"SIR! YES, SIR!" they all said,

"THE CENTRAL OSEAN REPUBLIC IS TOO WEAK! WE WILL TAKE THEM DOWN! STAND IN FORMATION!" he yelled,

The whole border went silent. ZSCO soldiers standing at attention with guns drawn. Commander Mabwang sounded, "FEU!" he yelled. Then, the shots went off. Roctainian border guards were dead in numbers. They were shot and killed by a soldier from the frontline soldiers. Then, a barrage of gunshots went off across the border. War was declared. Between a terrorist group and a nation. The first of its kind.

Bangui, Kimbu Dynasty Central Osean Republic

The African drums tumbled outside the city of Bangui. The flag for the Central Osean Republic waved in the background. African Lord Kimbu stood on the window sill of his presidential house. The Kimbu flag still remained tall and it still waved in the wind.

He felt alive, but he heard the news about The mike roctafinserland declaring war upon the Central Osean Republic. He gritted his teeth. "I refuse to let a little 'leader' declare war on us for the actions of a terror group," he spat.

“Hello everyone. I hope your day has been fine. Anyway, onto a more serious topic. The Mike Roctaweakerland- I mean the Mike Roctafinserland has gained access from their leader to come through to break our nation down. Let me remind you something. We haven't done anything. It was the ZSCO terror group. He declared on the Central Osean Republic for no reason other than an offensive stereotype to our nation.”

He took a step back and drank a sip of his tea. “Let me give it to you stupid Roctanian folks. You declare war. Spell it with me you uneducated swine. W-A-R. Do you understand? You declared it on us. Your stereotyped us with something we had nothing to do with. The Mike Roctafinserland is the other soft underbelly of Osea,” he paused. Anger consumed him. He smirked to the camera.

The city’s crowd cheered in the background. The African Lord picked up a Roctanian flag. “This is what we think of your stupid assed nation,” he smirked as he dropped the flag into a pit of fire. The flag burned on. “If it were up to me, I would have your whole government slaughtered, stabbed, shot, tortured, skinned, burned, and laid in a pit of fire ants. Maybe your leadership would look better being run over by a train.”

He pointed to the camera. “Mike Roctafinserland, if you are watching this, this is for you.” He raised his middle finger to the camera before raising it to the crowd. The crowd repeated the gesture to the camera. This was Lungha all over again.

"I will give you one damn piece of advice. Don't group us with terrorists if you know what is good for you..." the video shut off.

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Suknee, ZSCO

Inside the stronghold of Suknee, there was a Roctanian trying to make his escape after he was rounded up and caught by the ZSCO terrorist group. He looked for a way out before he was hit with a hammer. He fell to the floor with a grunt as he was left unconscious. A few hours later, he woke up with a sharp pain in his head.

He was tied up and was in severe pain. In a cell with no food or water, he would rather be dead. But death is not an option until ZSCO says it is okay for you to die. He sat up before a militant opened the cell door and beat him.

Blood ran down from his face. "This is what swine like you deserve, Roctanian..." the guard said as he continued to beat him. Blood gushed down from the Roctanian's face as he was in severe pain. He groaned as the guard stopped the beating. Then, the guard turned his gun around and hit the Roctanian with the back of it.

He lay there on the floor as the guard smiled. "Agni Kai, sunrise. Be there or you die," he said before he shut the door. An Agni Kai (OOC: I changed the duel up) is when two men fight with only bare fists. When one person is up, that same person will receive a sword. Once the sword is given, the opponent is through.

The Roctanian got up. He made his way out of the cell as his ropes were untied by the guard. The Agni Kai was to start in ten minutes. He made his way out of the cell and into the city arena. Thousands of ZSCO citizens, military or not, were cheering and were rowdy. He put his cape on as he bowed on the platform that would upper him up.

He could hear thousands of cheers as his opponent was brought up. He took a deep breath as he was brought up. Thousands of cheers were turned to boos and heckling. The capes were removed as the duel was starting soon. He took a breath as the horn sounded off.

The guard starting toward the Roctanian. Outright punches were thrown as he (the Roctanian) was pinned against the wall. The guard threw several more punches and kicks. The pain was gushing through him. The Roctanian threw a punch that was deflected and his arm was twisted. The arm was broken and unable to be used.

The Roctanian limped forward. The guard threw a haymaker to the groin and the Roctanian was down. Then, the guard picked him up and pinned him to the wall and punched him everywhere multiple times. Then, he punched him in the stomach. He lie on the ground in pain. The sword was thrown to the guard.

The guard sprinted forward and slashed three slashes; one to the back, one to the neck, and one to the butt. Several cuts were in the Roctanian. The Agni Kai was caught on video by ZSCO. Then, the guard picked up his sword and set it into the Roctanian's chest. Glood gushed out in pairs and then a gun was thrown. Several shots later, the Roctanian was dead and in terrible condition.

The video stopped and they (ZSCO) sent it to The mike roctafinserland and Theocracy of isobania with the following words; "If you dare stand to us, your governments will reach the same fate."

The ZSCO also sent the lifeless and tortured body to The mike roctafinserland as a sign that they knew that they declared war and as a way to say that it was on. ZSCO is ruthless and angry.

Lungha
Theocracy of isobania
The mike roctafinserland

Bangui Battlegrounds; 6:25 AM

They located each other. Staring in the general direction of each other, they glared. Anger filled the head of both participants of the duel. This went on for some time. That is until African Lord Kimbu started to move to the area he will stand. The African Lord examined the terrain. Jordan Semenova thought he could tell what was happening in his brain. "This man has poisoned my national pursuits..." he gritted through his teeth.

The African Lord drew the first point and position. He looked to the unique nature as a fellow on a sortie. He located the trees overhead. He located the grass depth. He located the most points. He took a deep breath. He smirked as he located a Roctanian flag, a Lunghan flag, and an Isobanian flag. He shot the Isobanian flag twice and two bullet holes remained in it.

African Lord Kimbu stood with his pistol. He methodically fiddled with the trigger of it. He took a few aiming rounds. He looked emotionless and he looked ready to get the show on the road. Jordan looked at Kimbu with a tear in his eye. He clenched his fist. His second, Odelin Walker, put a hand on his shoulder. "I think it is time to take your place..."

Semenova took his place on the hill. "Confession time!" said Walker. "Confession time, here's what I got. My fellow soldiers will tell you I'm a terrible shot..." Jordan Semenova said as he stared into African Lord Kimbu's eyes. Kimbu looked at Semenova. "Look, I know that you want to seize control of the country. However, that won't happen ever. You need to stop!" Kimbu yelled to Mr. Semenova.

This was the last time to negotiate. The seconds of both parties scrambled to the opponents. Henderson Moore went over to Jordan Semenova. "Look, I know my friend has made a mistake. He may be the president. However, he is only human. You must find it in your heart to forgive him for the wrong he's done you," he said. Mr. Semenova stared. "This man screwed over my reputation. This man screwed over everything with his words. He screwed over our nation's foreign relations. He cannot be forgiven, and the Revolution will spread..." Henderson walked back. It seemed like it was the same on the other side. Potter and Walker both came back.

"He doesn't apologize, either..." he muttered. Mr. Semenova stared back. He hugged his seconds. "Then, we shall forward the proceedings. The doctor has turned around. We will start to get this show on the road." Lord Kimbu stared back. They each took ten steps before turning back. Pistols pointed at each other. The clock tower struck the bell to signify it being 6:45 in the morning. The girl shot. He expected the African Lord/Dictator to shoot back. Instead, he looked at the African Dictator. He put his pistol to the sky and shot a branch.

He made a quick turnaround and saw several ZSCO militants. Ten of them looked and aimed at him. Through his glasses, a glimpse of sunlight flashed through. His short hair shined in the Central Osean sun. Odelin and Aubree stared at the girl as he faced the militants. Jordan grew a smile across his face.

Immediately, he picked his dual-pistols from his pocket. He set down numerous terrorists. Odelin leaped and threw a number of crowbars knocking guns out of the hands of the terrorists. They were taken into custody. One dead and the other nine imprisoned.

The African drums tumbled outside the city of Bangui. The flag for the Central Osean Republic waved in the background. The Kimbu flag still remained tall and it still waved in the wind. However, a new group walked in. A group of three adolescents and an army of 11,000 soldiers with Russian script on their uniforms walked in.

Jordan took his place on the balcony. "Citizens of the Central Osean Republic, Lord Kimbu was a fool!" Jordan yelled. The crowd gasped. "I don't see how this was any surprise to you," he said again. The crowd cheered. "I declare all of you free. My people, the Russkiy, will be allowed to live among you. The various ethnicity groups will live in harmony."

The crowd of 734,350 all cheered in harmony. "One more thing. I hereby declare the end of two things: the Kimbu Dynasty AND the Zyfaqir State of Central Osea. We will send various troops to fight the threat. 19,000 of my Russian soldiers will be sent. I need some of the Central African forces and we can make a united front. Who's with me?" he heard cheering. He smiled as he high-fived his seconds.

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Theocracy of isobania
Lungha
Lorigia

Isobanian-ZSCO Front

The Combat Ambassador of ZSCO looked back in a particular direction. The New Russ-African Regime was already coming into power and now this issue? Supply ships? Isobania was passing soldiers in to fight the fight? He didn't think so. He got permission to send the military jets over the lands. Passing over the tribal lands, the Zyfaqir State of Central Osea sent numerous fighter jets to attack the Isobanian Base.

When the soldiers and the airplanes got close, the soldiers dropped. The main tent in this Isobanian settlement stood tall. The command centre was where the orders would be given. The Boeing 757 crashed into the centre of camp. Off the bat, hundreds died. The ZSCO soldiers got through to a part where Isobanian soldiers were in numbers. They stopped by each tent and started to shoot. However, the Isobanians still had time to respond and cut down the soldiers.

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Roctania-Central Osean Border

Unfortunately, the Roctanian military mobilized quickly enough to begin a counter-offensive to Zyfaqir State bombings. So while the tide wavered in Imperial favor, the war was still not won. Nothing was won by the Zyfaqir State side nor the Allied Side.

General Lee smirked. Earlier, he told his soldiers to dig trenches along the border except for in one area. That area was the least defended side of the border. There, he sent numerous soldiers to dig a hole underneath. They would make a commotion on the other side in a small town of just 13,904 near the border. Yousef was the town that would suffer.

They counted. The attack on Yousef was commenced for 3:00 PM. One. Two. Three.

Several gunshots were heard on the other side. Yousef was under attack. Screams were heard. There was no resistance on the side. Then, a lady screamed. A scream of agony it was. On the other side, in Yousef, the ground was covered in the blood of the numerous men that came to
aid the village. 500 bodies lie in the streets.

The soldiers made quick work, but not before rounding up 450 people. Hundreds of women and children are stuck in the trucks that were in the village. They got in and disguised as people from Roctania driving exports over the border. When they got back, they signified the attack on the border.

In a force of 20,300 militants charging towards Roctanian soldiers, the yelp would be able to be heard all the way in Antiyard. This would be the start of a battle of the ages.

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Obnirga

Odelin slept soundly. The hut was dark, the curtains blew with the wind. His little sister, Katelyn, kept her arms around him. The 14-year-old Olympic Athlete was in Obnirga to support his friend, Jordan, in rebuilding the Central Osean Republic. Katelyn's arms remained tightly around his torso tightly.

He rose up. He got on his feet. Katelyn woke up with the wind. "Where are you going?" she asked him. He turned back. He regretted waking her up. "I have to go downtown to talk to Jordan," he said softly.

"When will you be back?" she remarked,

"I won't. I have to go back to Olympic Park," he said,

She pulled him back onto the small bed. "Sleep. Please, brother. Just five minutes," she whispered. Odelin nodded. Her head on his neck. "I want you to succeed. I love you so much. Bunches and bunches. I couldn't stand to see you get sent to Abbey. I want to be with you," she whispered into his neck. Odelin took in every word. Then, the five minutes were up.

Katelyn rose with Odelin as he put his clothes on. His bags were already in the Olympic Park. "My darling brother, I love you so much," she said as she embraced him. Odelin embraced her back as she kissed his cheek. "Take the gold, my love," she remarked before he went out the door. He went out into the downtown of Obnirga.

He reached the Presidential House as he entered. "Greetings, President Semenova!" he said. Jordan got out of his breakfast chair. Aubree rose as well. "Ms. Vice President," he said as he took a bow. "It's Jordan and Aubree to you!" Jordan yelled jokingly. He took both of them outside onto the lawn.

"I think it is time for our soldiers to unite with the Lorigian troops marching in. We must if we can have a chance at uniting our country," Jordan said. Odelin nodded. "Shall we?" Vice President Potter asked. Jordan nodded. Immediately, he called to the soldiers. There was a mix of Central Africans and Russians in there.

"Время пришло. Присоединяйтесь к войскам Лоригии. (Vremya prishlo. Prisoyedinyaytes' k voyskam Lorigii)," Jordan said to the troops, (The time has come. Join the troops of Lorigia,)

The soldiers nodded lightly. They marched off into the daytime sky. Jordan and Aubree provided a ride to Odelin to the Airport. They were the ones that saw him out as he left. They watched as his flight on Deerfenese Olympic Airways took off for Ostlea.

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Asya Fields

Numerous Lorigian Soldiers marched forth to the battleground near where the Roctanian-Zyfaqir Fighting was. That was when the Russ-African Central Osean forces stopped in front of the Lorgian troops. The leader of the Russ-African Central Osean stepped forth to the leader of the Lorgian forces.

"Привет, Лоригия. Мы являемся российско-африканскими силами Центрально-океанской республики. Мы здесь, чтобы присоединиться к вам в борьбе с ZSCO. (Privet, Lorigiya. My yavlyayemsya rossiysko-afrikanskimi silami Tsentral'no-okeanskoy respubliki. My zdes', chtoby prisoyedinit'sya k vam v bor'be s ZSCO,)" he said as he extended his hand. (Hello, Lorigians. We are the Russian-African Force of the Central Osean Republic. We are here to join you in the fight against ZSCO.)

Theocracy of isobania
Lorigia
The mike roctafinserland
Lungha (If your situation clears)

Lorigia
The mike roctafinserland
Theocracy of isobania
Lungha

Isobanian Front; 3:00 AM

Heavy gunfire had been stalled for days. Heavy fighting between the Isobanians and the Angula Dynasty Central Oseans had been on for days. The Central Osean Republic soldiers dug holes under strategic buildings to use as a shelter for the upcoming days. Numerous lives had been lost on the battlefield. The city of Dumbekolobwe (aka Obnirga or Bangui) has been reduced to the piles of rocks, dirt, debris, and reminders of the bombing raids as some of the other ZSCO strongholds had become.

Then, in the night, soldiers walked out of the quarters. These were a mixture of Zyfaqir State soldiers and Central Osean soldiers. They all stood in a circle. They were close to an Isobanian part of the stronghold of Dumbekolobwe. There were fifteen soldiers. Twelve were armed and ready to take a number of Isobanian soldiers captive to be killed, and the other three were strapped with time bombs. In a circle, they all prayed to Zadif that they would get the strength. They had represented Zyfaqir and most importantly Zadif incorrectly and tried to disgrace Zyfaqir.

They waited until the giant city clock struck 3:45. And at 3:45, the twelve soldiers moved in. There was very little resistance as the ZSCO soldiers immediately killed the Isobanian Guardsmen. Ten bodies of the watchmen fell to the floor in a pool of blood. Then, they moved to the first tent where they were fought before the tranquilized the twenty Isobanian soldiers in the tent and loaded them onto a truck. Immediately, they experienced gunfire. Three of the soldiers died and the other nine hit the getaway.

The timebombs on the other three's chests started to tick. They moved into the middle of camp disguised as refugees seeking refuge and escort into Lorigia. The Isobanian soldiers looked skeptically at the three. After a short while, they nodded and got on their horses and into their armed vehicles. When everyone was settled in, they heard a beep. Then two more. Then six more. Then, a strong, supersonic, boom was heard from the Isobanian Camp.

Rumbling from the explosion could be heard all the way in Roctania, Metropolitan Israel, Al Qatif, Lorigia, Lungha, and the Sawtooth Badlands. Everyone in the Isobanian Camp died. The nine with the truck tied up the captured Isobanian soldiers and took them to the Suknee stronghold. The explosion was seen out of the rearview mirror. The soldiers smiled. "Good..." the leader murmured.

The Roctanian Front; 4:00 AM

The Roctanians had mobilized 50,000 and reserved were being put in the forces. The numbers had been a strength. The speed of the attacks had been put in place, and the strength of the Roctanians was on full display. Central Osean forces had been pushed back to the strongholds of Quiririmo, Cabateba, Mokodou, Belong, Sibuda, and Ouabari. The Central Oseans dug trenches. Despair was on their faces. Pain and suffering were common in the trenches.

The air fleet would be ready in two days. The Central Oseans would use that to get the leverage over Roctania. They would firebomb strategic cities, strategic buildings, and bases. The Roctanians had only a mere two days to push the Angula Dynasty Imperial Army AND the Zyfaqir State of Central Osea militants back to Dumbekolobwe. This would take some intense fighting. The 48 hours started right on the first shot give by the COR soldiers.

Suknee Stronghold; 8:00 AM

The captured Isobanian soldiers woke up. The tape was all over their mouths. Rope was on their wrists and ankles. A Central Osean guard stared at them when they woke up. "Boss, they're awake!" he yelled.The Isobanian soldiers scrambled in fear. They found a letter on the floor of their cell.

"Dear Friend,

A final stand is near. I am scared. When will death get me. Outgunned. Outmanned. A terror organization has caused this. The Kimbu regime isn’t really liked by us, but it is better than being run by criminals.

We have been in this standoff for Suknee for 45 days. When we started to close in, my friends were cut down in numbers. The intervention of the first Unit. Immediately they were cut down.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, the Maritime Commonwealth of Lungha has declared war on us and will be here any day. The nerves are high. We are fighting a war on several fronts. The attacks that they claimed that we forced upon them were never enforced.

We only have a combined amount of 20 bullets through out. 139,000 troops have been cut down in this whole Civil War. 30,000 in this stronghold.

20 bullets remain, and we are running out of food and water to fight ZSCOR. We are out planned and sleep is limited. We only have a combined amount of five meals left to feed our troops.

We await the arrival of the Tanabon troops and forces.

- Private Odin Mzeka"

One of them stared at his friend. "Where is Private Odin Mzeka now?" he asked. They looked around. They saw a corner. A skeleton covered in Kimbu Central African warclothes lay in the corner. They looked around and saw several other soldiers drenched in dried-up blood fallen around him. As it seems, Private Mzeka did a good job of fighting off ZSCO soldiers. However, it looked like he got shot and perished before he could finish more.

Then, the cage opened. Three soldiers put bags over all nine Isobanians and walked them up the hill. There was a view. The distance showed the Roctanian-Central Osean Border. They sat all nine Isobanians in a row. The best marksman pulled out a pistol. He shot in rows. The nine Isobanians were dead with bullet wounds. The bloody scene was caught on video. The video was sent to the Isobanian government. This was a move that ZSCO pulled often.

Lorigia
The mike roctafinserland
Theocracy of isobania
Lungha

Day 2; 3:00 AM

Sirens rang. People woke. People rushed out of their homes in distress. There was nowhere to go. The Isobanian Armed Forces were dropping gas into the centre of the city. People fell to the floor holding their children. People prayed to God. Women in hijabs held their children tightly to them. The gas made it impossible to see through 5 feet in front.

Out of nowhere, buses arrived. Central Osean Charter Co. buses arrived and the bus drivers made the daring move to step out and drag numerous men, women, and children out of the gas area. One of the helpers picked up a five-year-old boy. "Where am I?" he stuttered out. The driver didn't explain. He just wrapped the boy in a hug as he sat the boy down next to his older sister.

Once the rest of the city that was still alive was picked up and accounted for on the hundreds of buses, they made their way over to the tribal lands outside of the Central Osean borders. Some of the buses drove for over five days to the coasts of the lands to be picked up by the nation of Drasyll, where a new life in faith and peace would be waiting for them.

The gas attacks lasted for around twenty minutes. The aftermath left thousands dead in the streets and even more in critical condition. The sun rose above the horizon. The sunshine and the blue sky covered the morning. The cities in COR were in ruins. Very little people were left. Many of the ZSCO militants started life anew in some of the lands of the former strongholds. The Central Osean Republic Civil War was finally over.

Isaac Kibangi's eyes started to open. He twitched his fingers. He started to finally feel movement in his head and he finally woke up. Then, he saw his mother's arms around him. Her eyes were closed and she had no pulse. He wept lightly at her. Then, he located his father and sister. They were both dead as well. Then, he located fifty other dead bodies around him. He got up to his feet lightly. He could barely feel himself. He started to limp down the street.

Familiar sights like the bagel store, the bookstore, the Nosqae, the water fountain of African Lords Kimbu and Angula. All of these places once filled to the brim with people. The bagel store always had a long line to get bagels. The bookstore was always crowded. People always wanted to buy the latest books of Nerdland 101. Every kid would read it. Every adult would read it. The water fountain was a place where everyone would go to in the mornings to pay their respects to their leaders chosen by Zadif.

The Nosqae was always the number one place to go. After school, they would go recite the Kurain. After big sporting events, they would go to pray. Before fasting, the Nosqae would hold a big prayer ceremony, a major celebration, and would always get the kids together for a friendly football (soccer) game. The Nosqae was always a popular place. The African Lords on many occasions went here to pray with the locals.

All of these places were put into ruins. However, there was one room in the Nosqae that was still in okay condition; the Sunday School. Isaac wept as he went inside the building. He looked at the walls. Pictures drew by little kids were scattered all over the floor. The Holy Kurain book in the room was on the floor and pieces of it singed (burnt) off. The marble floor was covered with debris from walls falling. However, he looked into the room and saw someone. It was his sweetheart, Nazanin Abedi.

He took a seat next to her. Her eyes gleamed with tears as she stared at him. They both rose to their feet and they embraced each other. Nazanin started to bawl. She exclaimed, "I was so worried. Don't leave me again, sweetie! You are all I have left." He looked at her. She looked at him. They then embraced once more. The embrace lasted for minutes. Maybe more. Then, Isaac took her to the center of town. He then grabbed a piece of paper for a letter to whoever picked it up.

13 June 2019

Dumbekolobwe, Central Osean Republic

To whom this may concern,

If you are reading this, this is from the past. Our nation has collapsed at the hands to the hands of Lungha, Roctania, Isobania, and Lorigia. However, the loss of the war wasn't enough. Isobania had to gas our nation. Numerous cities had been hit, but none as bad as Dumbekolobwe. Thousands died. Buildings I walked past to go to school are in ruins. The biggest prize in Osea, the Nosqae is in ruins. I saw my friends dead on the floor. I saw my father, mother, and sister dead right next to me. I don't have much left. However, I have one person left: my girlfriend. I have one ounce of hope that our nation's story does not get lost in time. Whoever gets this, please spread this letter over the world. Let the world be reminded that Isobania is ruthless. Let this be a reminder that when nations jump the gun and associate terrorists with actual people, this is what happens. Our nation has nothing left. However, I need this letter to be spread far and wide as Anea and Fusea.

Best, Isaac

Then, Isaac let the letter blow into the wind to wherever it may go. Tears hit him. Tears turned to cries and cries turned to sobs. Everything he had was gone. The Isobanians took everything. "Why do the Isobanians have to be so cruel. We had nothing to do with the terrorists and our people had to pay for it," he sobbed. Nazanin put her head on his shoulder. "Sweetie, this isn't your fault. Your letter will get around, and people will know. I found us a better life. We need to get into Roctania. Then, from Okusha, we get to Nairobi, African Strand. We can either choose to live there or somewhere else. My love, there is a chance of a new life for us," she soothed. They remained on the bench for awhile longer as the sun began to set on a place they once called home.

It was all over. The gas attacks caused the collapse of a nation that was once prosperous and glorious. Thousands lie in the street and on the sidewalks dead. The gas in the air still lingers lightly.

Isaac sat on the bench nearby the center of the city. He both stared at the golden ticket to give himself a new life in Kanginiarfik. Finally, he would be out of hell. Finally he will have a new life more free. Finally is all that the boy could think of. He thought to himself for minutes. “Does this ticket actually mean freedom?” He looked at the ticket for a minute. A minute turned to ten. Ten minutes turned to an hour. He couldn’t believe that he would actually go free.

He stopped. He walked to his Layadh’s house. He knocked on the door. The door actually opened. Layadh Mbalakwe opened the door lightly. Widows were closed. “Take a seat, Isaac,” he said. He did as he was told. “My man, I know you may be only fifteen, but I need to pass something onto you,” he began. Isaac perked up a tad after hearing these words coming from the Layadh. “My son, you were probably the best person in the room when it came to prayer. You were the one that kept everyone fasting. You are a leader. Now, I have a task for you,” he said.

“One last time. Relax have a Sprite with me. One last time, and when the time is right, we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. You and I. One last time,” he said. Isaac sipped his Sprite lightly. “Alright, sir. What do you need me to do?” The Layadh looked. “I need you to lead a caravan of new generation Central Osean Zyfaqiri to a new land to start a new life in Nuuk. Can I trust you?” He asked. Isaac jumped at the opportunity. “Yes, I will do it,” he said. The smile went across the face of the Zyfaqir Holy Leader. “You begins at dawn,”

The camels were given food and the people set up blankets. The children started to dance and sing. Isaac looked at the map. On their route, they would have to pass through Western Montarc, German Holy Roman Empire, Meyghan, Germania, and the Otoahnacto Tribal Territories, where they would take a ferry across the land to the Wahkoowah tribe where they would walk to the northern African Strand territory. From there, they would take a cruise ship across the water to Kanginiarfik. The camels would be given to the Wahkoowah tribe.

The Next Morning

Isaac got up twenty minutes in front of schedule just to feed the camels. Today would be the longest and the hottest day of the trip that the caravan would have to face. Isaac groaned when he located the map. “We have to pass through the deserts of Western Montarc, German Holy Roman Empire, Meyghan, Germania, and the Otoahnacto Tribal Territories. Five countries in twenty four hours. This means that we have less than five hours to cross each nation,” he groaned.

The boy was pissed. All of this for a newer life outside of hell. The camels ate and drank up before waking up the rest of the caravan. Isaac gathered them all together. “Guys, remember that we are a group and we stay together. Let’s move,” he said as his horse started moving in the general direction they were going. The horse gave a mighty leap. The first town of Montarc that they passed let them through with no resistance. The other western towns weren’t so kind. However, they got out of there quickly. The same was said for the German Holy Roman Empire, Germania, and Meyghan. Then, the mighty Native North Osean Deserts came in.

The winds were high, the sun was blazing, and the desert was unforgiving. Isaac and his horse stopped lightly in their tracks. “Welcome folks, to the mighty Piravar Desert. This is where the first ever Zyfaqir nomads of Osea settled and went on from. You guys are making history. Let me tell all of you one thing. We cross this desert together. All women, children, and men need to stay together!” His horse took a quick heel and started walking. The caravan followed suit.

The sun beat down. Then, they saw something that they never thought they would see in the Piravar, am Oasis. It was just like in the legends and stories and stereotypes. It was filled with palm trees and it had a lake in the middle. Isaac stopped the horse and redirected to the Oasis to refill the water canteens. The camels took a short nap, the children did the same. The women rested their feet, and the men dipped their feet into the water when the canteen and bottles were full.

An hour later, they were back on the chase. The Oasis disappeared into the distance. Isaac noticed that the camels and the caravan were going as fast as him after the rest. He smiled knowing that they would get out of the mighty Piravar soon enough. Out of nowhere, the sun hit the horizon and he could spot a bit of green grass. The patch of green turned into a field. That field turned to a grassland. Isaac smiled to himself as he stopped his horse. The sky was getting darker.

“We made it, all. Now, set up camp. This is where we are staying for the night. The Otoahnacto said we can use this grassland,” he said to the group. The children slept on the camels. The camels slept on the grass. The rest of the people set up the numerous tents. Blisters were on numerous feet. Isaac smiled to the sky. He lie on his horse imagining what tomorrow would bring.

Dumbekolobwe

African Strand soldiers marched into Dumbekolobwe to look for any remains of people, buildings, or really anything that was destroyed in the gas. People emerged from places like under rubble, in buildings, or even from the lake. The African Strand soldiers took every one of them and brought them to the newly-set hospital. Thousands of patients were treated. Injuries from burns to skin conditions were being treated.

The African Strand rose the flag above the capital, and it was done. The Central Osean Republic was being revived under the name of the African Strand. Pain and bloodshed weren't shared. In fact, the African Strand was embraced. Soldiers now played games with locals, and even played soccer with local children. Once again, soldiers swept into the Central Osean Republic. However, these weren't hostile.

Ängelllefteå, Vetvick

The ferry across the sea for the caravan was about to leave. They would pass through the Arctic Ocean slightly into the port of Nuuk. The ferry roared to life. Isaac led the caravan to their quarters. They were each promised two beds in the quarters for the 18 hours of travel. They would have to go around three of the islands of Union of Austria-Hungary, and the Tohruian Kingdom. They would stop nowhere and at no point before they reached Kanginiarfik.

The ferry roared to life as the crowd moved to their quarters. Isaac paced in the room thinking about everything. He turned on the television. He sat on his bed, and he got underneath the covers. This was the first bed he had been on in months. Isaac dozed off and drifted to sleep. He dreamed of the new life and the new neighborhood for Zyfaqir he was promised. The neighborhood would include a restaurant, a few homes, and a Nosqae.

Hours passed and the ship was about to land in the docks of Nuuk. Isaac packed up his things and got on the bow of the ship. He called for the caravan and led them off when the ship stopped in the port. He got off and led them downtown and across to their new neighborhood. A wealthy family was at the market and the girl noticed him. She had such blonde hair that it could be white. The dress on her was blue. She had mittens as well.

Isaac caught her eye as well and waved lightly. The girl blushed as she waved back. Isaac kept walking. He led the caravan to their new town. The flag of Central Osean Republic waved. Then, the flag of Kanginiarfik and the flag of the Kanginiarfikic Nosqae. The people got settled in their homes and Isaac got settled in his. As a fourteen-year-old, he felt it was cool to live alone. He thought about his parents. How they were left under the rubble and piles of bodies in COR. He thought of his sister as he unpacked a picture.

He touched her face on the picture. "I couldn't seem to die," he mumbled. He decided to head into town again. Isaac went to the marketplace to pick up food as he ran into the girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he panicked. The girl waved her hair. "No worries," she said. They locked eyes. The girl blushed again. Then, her parents took her. "We don't mess around with these street rats," they said. The girl looked at him and waved bye. She looked like she was about to cry. Isaac lowered his head as he waved bye.

Then, he ran into the Zyfaqir Holy Leader. He was shocked. "Layadh Mbalakwe?" he exclaimed. The Layadh smiled. "You did it, son. You led a new generation out of hell," he smiled more. Isaac embraced him. He wasn't done. "Isaac, your bravery has shown me that someone so young could be as holy as you. I am now pronouncing you Layadh of the Kanginiarfik Chapter of Zyfaqir. I'm proud of you, son," he said. Isaac smiled broadly and hugged Mbalakwe. The crowd that heard it cheered and clapped and shook Isaac's hand.

Then, the news of a house visit was given

There was a house in the snowy and icy area of Nuuk. The snow stopped falling and the sun was in the sky. The house was huge. It was about 15 acres all around including a 5-acre yard. The Layadh looked up at the large-three-story house and looked at Isaac. The young Future Layadh took a deep breath and put his worship clothes on.

“You okay, young man?” The elder asked him. Isaac was on his toes practically bouncing at this exact point. “Yes, sir,” he said. He only stared at the house as he reflected on his life.

The Isobanians gassed his hometown. Everything in the city was dead. Buildings like the bookstore, the house of worship, the fountain, the city buildings. Everything was destroyed and in a heap of ruin. He was tasked with leading a caravan to a better life in Kanginiarfik.

He beat all of the odds and actually made it. Then, he found out that his home country was taken over by the Creole Union and is being rebuilt and he has become the youngest Layadh in the history of Zyfaqir. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

The wealthy parents welcomed them both inside, but gave snake eyes to Isaac. When the Layadh and the younger Layadh took a seat, the girl from the market looked over. She spotted him and she blushed. Her light skin was making it even more transparent how she was feeling.

The parents started talking to the elder until they looked over at Isaac. “Who are you kid?” They asked. Isaac looked at them dead in the eyes. “I’m a Layadh, sir. I will be the leader at the place in downtown,” he said. They both laughed. “You can be whatever you want to be when you grow up. Now go outside. This is a real religious talk,” they said. Isaac balled up his fists, but kept his cool and left the room. He made his way outside and sat on the steps.

Before he fell asleep, Isaac sang a song to help Laila (the girl) go to sleep. "In the wind, there's a seed. Blossoming, into a flower then. There was. A bird. He would perch, on the shoulder branch. Of a tree blossoming, flowers in. We all know what we love. We all know what we say. I just love you so much we all can say. 'I know that. The wind. Blows. Me to. You,'" he said as he drifted off as well.

The Next Morning

Birds started to sing their songs. The blue sky and the sun beamed over them. The sun blazed its rays on them as if to say good morning. The grass patch was surrounded by snow. Isaac woke up with Laila in his arms. Her blonde hair was on his torso, and he could feel it every movement she made. The girl was still in her dress. He kissed her forehead and let her rest upon him. He looked around at the beautiful tree-filled scenery around him. He looked at the fish in the water. The water was clear and he could see everything in the water.

The girl he loved was in his arms. That’s what made it even better for him. Laila woke up and rubbed her head on Isaac’s shoulders. “Five more minutes, Isaac,” she said in a tiresome tone. Isaac smiled and let her go into a light sleep. He picked her up and took her on a stroll. Immediately, when she woke up, she kissed him on the cheek. They were in the middle of Nuuk at an affordable restaurant for lunch. Laila smiled. “Thank you! You didn’t have to buy me lunch!” she said. Isaac smiled and they took their seats.

The owner came out of the back door and looked at Isaac. “Your meals are free today because of the daring-assed stuff you did to lead that caravan,” he said. Isaac was shocked. “Wait, you know about that?” he shrieked. “The whole town knows about it. Your group has a set of houses not far from here,” he said as he shook Isaac’s hand. “Thank you, sir,” he said. The owner walked away and Laila interrupted Isaac out of his thoughts. “I knew you were amazing, but you did all that?” she asked. Isaac nodded lightly.

A waitress brought out the food to Laila and Isaac. “Arfeq Nikkui?” she was shocked. “How did you know this was my favourite food?” she asked. Isaac smiled. “I saw you eating some when Layadh Mbalukwe came to your home, so I assumed,” he said. “You’re the best!” she smiled. “Let’s eat,” Isaac said.

The crowd clapped and cheered. The cast knew this song was the opener but wasn’t the best. They smiled when they knew that the crowd didn’t know what else was in store. They moved ready for the dialogue portion before the next song. Laila smiled and Isaac was more proud of his home country. Despite it being independent at one point, he felt that he was Creole. He kissed Laila. “Thank you for buying the tickets,” he whispered. She grinned. She then kissed him back. “You’re welcome, my wonderful boyfriend.”

They walked out of the theatre. Hand-in-hand. Laila started to skip, so Isaac began to skip too. They reached the cold outside. The night sky was over both of them. "We aren't done..." she said as she took his hand and ran across markets. She jumped into his arms as they reached a tour bus. They found a row of seats. People started to jump on too. They held each other's hands as they waited for the bus to start up. She lay her head down on his shoulder as she started to drift off to sleep.

Isaac looked at her and wrapped an arm around her. He kissed her forehead as the bus came to life. She looked like an angel. The bus started to move across several towns and into uncharted territory. He looked out the window before stumbling slightly over Laila's body. "Subtle, Izzy... Subtle..." she laughed as she turned with him to look out the window. The bus pulled to a certain spot and the bus shut off allowing people to go off. Isaac got up, but Laila tugged on his hand. "Wait."

He did as he was told and they sat in a long, loving embrace. The dark was just for them. That's when love is brightest. She leaved on him. "Honey, do you think we will be together forever?" she asked. Isaac smiled right at her and played with her hair. "Definitely," he said as they started to get up to look at the clear night sky. "Let's hope we see some lights..." they both said as they walked out and into the snow.

The border between Zemlya svobodnykh and the Creole Union was filled to the brim with protests. Kids jumped on the fence that separated the border. Those kids threw rocks at the Zemlya Svobodnykhian guards that were stationed at the border. The continent of Usonea was filled to the sky with warplanes. The war in Usonea was the most covered event on the Strangereal News Network. Now it seemed that Central Osea was facing the plague of war. The citizens of the former Central Osean Republic, now under the rule of the Creole Union, were outraged. Signs at the border were held. One woman came to the front. "Where is my son!" she cried. A little kid, no older than age twelve, came out. "Where the hell is my brother and his class!" he cried.

Last week and this week, the Creole School of Dumbai had taken a class trip to Gorod Tsvetov, the capital of Zemlya Svobodnykh. They were supposed to fly back into Dumbai Azikawaze Airport two nights ago. But their Air-COR Plane never landed home. They suspected that they were delayed, so parents waited. Then an Air-COR plane came back from Gorod Tsvetov, but the class never came out. The parents panicked, but the airport said that they were booked for that flight. A day later, the small town of Dumbai cleared out and went to the tri-state-border that separated the Creole Union-Occupied Central Osean Republic, Zemlya Svobodnykh, and Lorigia.

The Creole soldiers came from the back of the crowd. They stood in front of the crowd and pushed them back. Then, one of the members of the crowd pushed his way to the front of the line. "I have news!" he yelled. The Creole soldiers stood down. Weapons were down. "The Zemlya Svobodnykhian soldiers killed the class including the teacher! They acted upon orders. Mobilization has begun from the Zemlya Svobodnykhian side of the border!" he shouted. Gunfire was heard. The crowd dispersed and ran back to their buses. The kids picked rocks up and chucked them at Zemlya Svobodnykhian soldiers before retreating when they pointed their guns at them.

The Creole soldiers looked back. The Zemlya Svobodnykhian soldiers stared back. Heavy words were exchanged per side. Then, each force pointed guns at each other. Anger and fire were in the Creole soldier's eyes. They exchanged bullets per side without another word. Several soldiers on each side died. However, one soldier stood out the most. Jordan Alexandre, a former Creole footballer, was among those soldiers dead. The remaining soldiers retreated. The dead Zemlya Svobodnykhian soldiers rested with their bodies lying upon fences. The others retreated inside.

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[CAPESTERRE, CREOLE UNION - 22:00 SOTZ]

The president punched a wall. "GODDAMNIT!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He had heard the news about the killing of the students and teacher of the Creole School of Dumbai. Anger was the only thing that flared in his eyes. "We trust these asshole nations for one second, and THIS is what happens, the killing of twenty-eight STUDENTS?" He paced back and forth. His wife came into the room. "Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked him in the most of worried tones. Mzamo Lindela shook his head. His wife put a hand on his cheek. He shook his head and went into the conference room.

He turned around to look at the podium. The podium had numerous cameras around it. It had the Official Seal of the Creole Union on it. He took a deep breath and he took the podium after switching on the cameras. He was LIVE. The stage was his. "Ladies and gentlemen of the Creole Union, we have heard some terrible news from our territory in Central Osea. It is that I say with heavy heart that twenty-eight Creole Union students have been killed by armed Zemlya Svobodnykhian soldiers. It is something that I wish that I have never had to say in my presidency, but it has to be said. The Creole Union hereby requests that the Zemlya Svobodnykhian government send back the bodies of the Creole tourists effective and immediately. The Creole Union also hereby announces a declaration of war upon Zemlya Svobodnykh for this brutal murder."

Soldiers were sent by plane to the Central Osean territory. Supplies and food surpluses were also sent by then. Several heavy bombers and Falcons accompanied the plane of soldiers. The soldiers got nervous real fast. They cried in their seats as they patiently awaited to land in the Creole-Occupied Central Osean Republic.

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[ABUJA ARMY-NAVY ACADEMY - ABUJA, NIGERIA, CREOLE UNION - 09:00 SOTZ - 10 SEPTEMBER, 2024]

Boys in the school yard were training. Training for the Creole Union military. They wouldn’t be invading, but they would be defending their turf in Central Osea. However, the thought of anything was a scary thought. The boys weren’t grazed. “BOYS!” the commander shouted, “Keep training, but listen. We are to attack when ready. You will be sent to the Creole-Zemlya Svobodnykhian Border when ready. You will only defend our Creole Union turf.”

“Sir, is this like Northern War 2?” a kid asked. The Drill Sergeant sighed. “Junior... I can’t tell you. However, I can guarantee you that you won’t attack. Now keep training.” Flashbacks to the second North War came back to the leaders of the training group. Sounds of war. Triekruan and British forces joined by the West African Republic soldiers on the Nikolas Front. Murderous imperials. It all came back.

“Boys, train for 10 more minutes, then you have the day off...” Commander Milani said as he sighed before retreating back inside.

Soldiers rushed onto the field. The tri-state-border had an open field that had been used in the Central Osean Republic war for independence. Now, it would be used for something greater. The soldiers shot at any Zemlya Svobodkhian soldier that they could see. "Keep it going, boys!" Commander Lee yelled. Pushing forward, the Creole soldiers dug trenches in the ground to make sure that their position could be held. Loud amounts of death could be heard. In front of the trench, there lie several corpses of fallen Creole soldiers.

CREOLE WAR ROOM - 09:55

The president entered the room next to his advisors, two generals, and the first lady. He took a seat at the table at a seat. His advisors looked at him. "What should our first move be?" he asked. The man looked around. "I believe we should land our troops on the most undefended part of the border. We can sneak in through Lorigia and attack from the western territory that belongs to the Elaskolatat Tribe of Osea," General Toussaint said, "And then we can keep moving forth to Zemlya Svobodkhian. We will likely face heavy resistance, but if we can manage to get by them, we could march forth to numerous major cities. We can also pick up Elaskolatat Tribe soldiers along the way.

General Lee looked at the map. "That won't be possible. Elaskolatat Tribe and they are fighting with the Mukki and that is in the north of the Elaskolatat territory, so they are likely going to be occupied with the Mukki. However, the only way for us to enter as fast as we can is to march to the western front to fight there," he said. The President took it all in. He then started to look at the possible options. "We are going to march in through the west to hold off their troops as long as we can," he declared. The generals nodded. The senior war advisor looked at everyone in the room. "Execute Order 66."

The Creole soldiers likewise installed machine guns to counter any attack that came for their trench. They worried as machine-gun fire was heavily increasing by the minute. Several soldiers whom had worked up the guts went out of the trench with AK-47s and they sprinted at the Zemlya Svobodnykhians. They made the daring escape and shot several Zemlya Svobodnykhians before they were cut down by the machine guns.

They dug into the part of the border as a distraction. In the distance, several more units of soldiers made their way around the border defenses and made their way to a nearby town. Several units of soldiers on feet, in tanks, and inside of the MRLS systems. Several falcons had been launched from the Airfield Carnola del Dumbai to accompany the soldiers. The jets wooshed through the air. This was it. The siege was coming. The trenches and everything was a front just to distract border troops on the Zemlya Svobodnykhian side. They smiled as they busted down the gate to the town.

[CREOLE CENTRAL OSEAN WAR ROOM]

The president smiled at the accomplishment his troops made on the advancement. He looked at where he would send troops in through the border. He knew that if the Zemlya Svobodnykhians knew about the siege of the town, they would try to stop the attack meaning that they would leave the border not as protected. The war advisors looked at the map and examined it. “Alright, so they are heavily defending the border from what we have seen,” said Advisor Lee, brother of General Lee, “But, what I can see really well is that they are defending several key border cities. However, I see a major city where we can stop. Look here, the city is called Vernigrad,” he declared.

“The only problem is how are we going to get there?” General Lastouma demanded,

“We can use a strategy that I took weeks to create,” General Lee advised,

The general moved to the board and onto the map. “If we can send some divisions from our Fusean chapter, we can use some of those as a distraction as if they were heading head-onto the city. Then, we can send a skilled Daishi 12 Division to beat them from behind, then sending a Central Osean-born Division 13 to take the city,” he said. Commander Senarundu stood up. “The problem with that is that we would need another division to add re-enforcements to this because we all know that Vernigrad is probably going to be guarded from the inside,” he said. General Lee nodded.

“We can use another skilled Haitian Division 1 to be a wall around the COR-Division 13,” he said,

“We will also need someone to hit them from behind,” General Lastouma appended.
General Lee nodded. “We can add another Fouzyan Division to this,” he added. Everyone else was in agreement. “However, we also need to guard several key border towns of ours,” he added. “The town of Obanga is the most important, but the surrounding towns of Guetangafo, Bouki, Guélenré, Ngaréda, and Bewezi will need to be guarded as well!” he almost shouted. “We will send numerous divisions to be on the homefront. We have gotten aid from East Supple Lund with volunteers and food and supplies needed, and we have gotten a volunteer division from Northern Armenia. However, we need to mix them into the other units as well,” the general continued.

The President stood up. “Let’s worry about taking key Zemlya Svobodnykhian border towns and defending our own towns before we worry about the big and key cities. We need to defend the Lorigian town of Vernigrad, and maybe our allies could give us the resources we need. We will use the East Supple Lundian volunteers in the siege of the border towns, and we will use the Northern Armenian volunteers in the trench warfare at the border. I call this meeting adjourned,” he accentuated.