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05-25-2018, 12:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-25-2018, 12:23 AM by Seperallis.)
The ultimatum came, demanding surrender. This was expected.
The Disciples of Vamana Uldana had not been naive and knew that, in some manner or another, someone was going to attempt to stop them, by either sea or by land. However, their initial coup had been disjointed as their armed members - not counting sympathetic supporters, of whom there were many - were spread across the entirety of New Zealmark. Much of the spare time, the lull in the fighting as it were, was spent in consolidating power: munitions had to be moved to more defensible and useful locations inland, groups had to join up with each other and a headcount taken as a new military-governing order (temporary, of course) was formed in lieu of the civilian government that had fled...and all this while maintaining order and control with the limited forces they had.
Only a nominal group of pursuers could be sent after the fleeing commonwealth legions, and they were not so heavily armed as the groups that had secured the bases and munitions. However, some rebels were old and skilled legion veterans, and so used the aircraft to fly patrols of the air and coordinate airstrikes and ground attacks with the limited resources available on the remaining Legion forces. Maybe it couldn't force their surrender, but it could at the very least cause enough death and chaos to keep them from being a threat.
Elsewhere the Disciples dug defenses and fortifications in the countryside, masked by the thick, tropical foliage of New Zealmark. WHere they could, tunnels and dugouts between positions were made, and every care was taken to leave vacant and often boobytrap the old and usual fortifications that their enemies already knew about. Personnel and equipment traps were placed along the rivers, AA batteries and heavy guns were masked as well as they could from observation using hills and the native flora.
On the coast, though, preparations were much more rushed, as the deadline hour was fast approaching and they didn't have the luxury of being deep in a jungle to buy them time to finish good and proper defenses: there was not enough time to build proper defenses. Instead, sabotage was the name of the day, as ports, roads and other vital infrastructure were buldozed, excavated, or laced with explosive charges and brought down.
In the city of Zeebrugge, cars and heavy equipment were brought to block major roads and interchanges and fires were set to mask the view of observation vehicles from Soyabar. Hundreds of teams crossed the city, encouraging residents to flee what would surely become the front line of a long conflict as tens of thousands of Disciples took up positions on the perimiter of the east side of the city. As the zero hour of the ultimatum approached, the oceanside jewel was rocked by multiple large explosions that sank the city's port complex into the ocean and brought down the bridges that connected the west and east cities across the river.
As the ultimatum expired, a response was finally given: dozens of heavy rocket and missile volleys were fired into the waiting Soyabar fleet from hastily-constructed batteries in courtyards, garages, and parks. There will be no surrender.
The Disciples of Vamana Uldana had not been naive and knew that, in some manner or another, someone was going to attempt to stop them, by either sea or by land. However, their initial coup had been disjointed as their armed members - not counting sympathetic supporters, of whom there were many - were spread across the entirety of New Zealmark. Much of the spare time, the lull in the fighting as it were, was spent in consolidating power: munitions had to be moved to more defensible and useful locations inland, groups had to join up with each other and a headcount taken as a new military-governing order (temporary, of course) was formed in lieu of the civilian government that had fled...and all this while maintaining order and control with the limited forces they had.
Only a nominal group of pursuers could be sent after the fleeing commonwealth legions, and they were not so heavily armed as the groups that had secured the bases and munitions. However, some rebels were old and skilled legion veterans, and so used the aircraft to fly patrols of the air and coordinate airstrikes and ground attacks with the limited resources available on the remaining Legion forces. Maybe it couldn't force their surrender, but it could at the very least cause enough death and chaos to keep them from being a threat.
Elsewhere the Disciples dug defenses and fortifications in the countryside, masked by the thick, tropical foliage of New Zealmark. WHere they could, tunnels and dugouts between positions were made, and every care was taken to leave vacant and often boobytrap the old and usual fortifications that their enemies already knew about. Personnel and equipment traps were placed along the rivers, AA batteries and heavy guns were masked as well as they could from observation using hills and the native flora.
On the coast, though, preparations were much more rushed, as the deadline hour was fast approaching and they didn't have the luxury of being deep in a jungle to buy them time to finish good and proper defenses: there was not enough time to build proper defenses. Instead, sabotage was the name of the day, as ports, roads and other vital infrastructure were buldozed, excavated, or laced with explosive charges and brought down.
In the city of Zeebrugge, cars and heavy equipment were brought to block major roads and interchanges and fires were set to mask the view of observation vehicles from Soyabar. Hundreds of teams crossed the city, encouraging residents to flee what would surely become the front line of a long conflict as tens of thousands of Disciples took up positions on the perimiter of the east side of the city. As the zero hour of the ultimatum approached, the oceanside jewel was rocked by multiple large explosions that sank the city's port complex into the ocean and brought down the bridges that connected the west and east cities across the river.
As the ultimatum expired, a response was finally given: dozens of heavy rocket and missile volleys were fired into the waiting Soyabar fleet from hastily-constructed batteries in courtyards, garages, and parks. There will be no surrender.