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Fan-fiction: The Nation of Sulaymaan
Svea Rike
post 14 May 2015, 14:12
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QUOTE (Serialkillerwhale @ 14 May 2015, 15:03) *
I suppose it's more humane than reading twilight to him.


Not even the GLA would dare venture near that book.


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post 14 May 2015, 16:21
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haha. Rike, you oughta become an author. This is an excellent read.


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post 15 May 2015, 14:54
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QUOTE (Svea Rike @ 14 May 2015, 13:10) *
With practice comes... better results? I've read your recent fics and they are way better than the ones I wrote in my beginning; I predict you'll become a great writer.

Oh and I got the idea of the torture from watching Zero Dark Thirty.

Coming from a guy who writes these things. What can I say? Thank you. I'm honoured. smile.gif


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I must say Svea, I have enjoyed the story the whole way.
Your stories had inspired me to write a few about my fan-faction Echelon, however given the current state of flux of the faction and the fact that it doesn't fit the lore I've shelved the idea. Instead I've looked at our style of writing and I'm currently working on a story series set in my Directorate vs Remant world, focusing on several Remnant characters.

Anyway, looking back at the story, I have a feeling the CIA (maybe with the help of the ECIN) is aiming to assassinate Sulaymann, and then have a combined thrust against GLA targets. Perhaps its an exfil mission. or perhaps its something more sinister.

I can't wait for the next part.


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The Nation of Sulaymaan

Part 7 - Nightlife

Kigali, The Zone
Summer, 2046



Baji and his scientist accomplices have been working steadily for the past months. Say what you want about the GLA, but they sure can get their equipment. Whatever Baji required, they would deliver. The prototype was coming along nicely; the chassis was complete, constructed out of metal pieces salvaged from Russian vehicles, the turret was taking form, the scientists were still working on the hydraulics and suspension so the cannon caliber would have to wait, while Baji was working on electronic components.

Eli had made friends with some of the other children the scientists had, but most of the time the GLA rebels forced them to help with the build. Despite his protests Eli was pushed to the brink; every night his back hurt and his arms ached. Baji tried to comfort him by saying he would grow big, strong muscles, but Eli didn’t believe it. The GLA didn’t care for him. A waste of good space, according to them.

Nonetheless, Baji sat down at his desk and looked over his documents. Rows of calculations and numbers, Sulaymaan wanted this tank to be perfect in every way. All the numbers had to make sense, it wasn’t just supposed to be some piece of scrap held together with duct tape. They’ve made custom armor pieces from melted down metal, with the Russian armor added on top for extra protection – all painted in the GLA camouflage scheme; bright, vibrant beige with patches of green.

What was it with that green, anyway? All GLA vehicles from technicals to tanks had desert camouflage, understandable, but also patches of green here and there. Baji suspected they were some form of identification system, like terrorist chevron stripes, but they had no consistency. Every new vehicle would have green paint painted on random parts for seemingly no reason. But there was one; the green paint was used during the Global War on Terror to indicate armor that hid explosive ordnances. The GLA knew this; the Americans did not, because as soon as a makeshift tank was about to be captured, a rebel armed with a high-powered sniper rifle would shoot the green armor, causing a huge explosion. Granted, this did add to the tanks’ vulnerability but the GLA weren’t famous for saving lives. If the situation called for it, the tank would just ram the enemy and detonate the explosives, like a suicide tank.

Suicide bombing was a tactic favored by the GLA as well. Ever heard of one of those infamous ‘bomb trucks’? Regular transport trucks or dump trucks whose back carriages were packed to the brim with all sorts of explosive or flammable materials. Anything from matchsticks to nitroglycerin was just dumped in it, and a single spark would be enough to set the whole thing aflame. Suicide cars have been used by terrorists for ages, but nothing like bomb trucks. These things had enough explosive force to bring down an armored building in a single strike, and the GLA operated thousands of them. What was it an American tanker feared the most? RPGs? IEDs? Maybe a hidden stinger nest? No; it was trucks loaded with explosives. They appeared out of nowhere, running down the street at top speed and before that Crusader got it turret around the license plate was slamming into the armor, leaving behind a smoking crater.

Baji neatly folded his documents and put them in a drawer. Just like every night, he pressed his ear against his room’s door and listened; the guards outside were paying no attention, as usual. Baji activated his hidden communicator, and spoke:

“This is Agent Ackers. Development of the armored combat vehicle has gone by faster than anticipated. Expect completion within the year. Is zero-alpha-bravo in position?”

“Yes, Agent Ackers, contact zero-alpha-bravo has arrived in Kigali and is awaiting your arrival. Meet him at the café, Silver Rose on 43rd street, at 1145 hours. Zero-alpha-bravo will be wearing a black hat and brown coat. When meeting him, state this: The doves have all flown away, son.”

“Copy that, command. Agent Ackers, out.”

Baji turned off his communicator and checked if Eli was asleep. He was. Now the trick was sneaking out of his room without the guards noticing. Baji had a skylight in his room; it appeared to be unlocked. He stood on his chair and opened the skylight. Outside, he was still in the factory: His room was just a repurposed container, but now he could escape without the guards knowing. They still stood there, leaning over the railing, chatting in some African language. Baji quietly sneaked out on top of the container and climbed down. Now, he had to escape the heavily guarded research facility.

Baji was on a catwalk overlooking the compound. Below, there were many guards – probably over twenty – guarding the covered-up prototype. Wouldn’t want the simple guards to know what’s going on. Baji figured he could escape through one of the windows, but then it would be a long drop down. It was either that or fight through a horde of angry rebels. Baji sneaked away in the darkness and approached the window, only to be caught in the act by a curious guard.

“What are you doing Baji?” he asked.

Baji blurted out: “Just getting some fresh air, I was on my way out.” The guard looked suspiciously at Baji and gripped his Kalashnikov tight. Baji felt the sweat drip down on his forehead, his stomach started twisting and he began shaking. Oh no, now it’s all over, he thought.

“Okay then”, the guard said, then walked off.

Baji was confused, but then shook it out of his head and continued down. He walked down a flight of stairs, and the guards below were completely unfazed. Some looked at Baji for a couple of seconds then continued with their things. Without trouble he walked out of the factory and into the darkened street. Okay… now I’ve got to make it to 43rd street, wherever that is. He wandered down and into downtown Kigali.

Kigali’s nightlife had not been interrupted by the presence of the Global Liberation Army. In fact, it seemed a bit lively. There were lights everywhere, restaurants and cafés were open, and people were singing and laughing. Like if the world’s most dangerous terrorist organization didn’t even exist. But here they were; partying. Kigali was ruled by an estranged oligarchy, rather dim-witted types. A former priest, industrialist and football pro formed a triumvirate that was given power by Sulaymaan in exchange for workers. Every year, several hundred people were selected to work for Sulaymaan, and they did not protest: They knew the risks of disobeying the GLA, and wanted their city intact. Servitude for a year, then it’s over. That’s it! No strings attached! Foreign intelligence agencies have spied on cities in the Zone for years yet are still confounded on why people seem so happy. Maybe it’s because of the duty-free liquor the GLA brings in every month, or the fact that if you own a gun you don’t have to do anything. Or maybe because the crime rate is lower than it has ever been.

Okay, now the GLA does commit crimes against humanity on a regular basis, but amongst the people there is virtually no criminality. Shop owners get supplies from the GLA who raid supply convoys, who then distribute it to the people for free. There is no need to steal! And even then, criminals are executed on the spot. Steal a car? Execution. Jaywalking? Execution. Insulting the wrong guy? Execution. Of course, not everyone has it fine and dandy in the cities. The triumvirate in Kigali exploit their power all the time; they harem of slave girls in their makeshift palace, a personal guard issued with professional gear that does nothing, and ride around in an up-armored Cadillac not even a redneck would drive. But even with the GLA and the triumvirate, the people still went on with their daily lives. If you worked; you got supplies. If you didn’t, they forced you to work until you learnt a lesson. During the night; people got places to be and friends to see.

Making his way downtown Baji slowly noticed he was being tailed. Nonchalantly looking back he saw it was three armed thugs. He tried to chase them away by leaning in and out of the streets and taking different routes, but they kept on his tail. So he picked up his pace. And they started running. Baji legged it, pushing away people to get down the street, and the three thugs shouted something in Arabic. These guys are pros, Baji thought, Arabic is only spoken by the… personal guards. A warlord must have discovered his secret. They were out to get him, skin him, and flay him alive! Shame on you if you betray the GLA, but god forbid you’ve never been loyal from the start. Then, one of them opened fire. A bullet whizzed by, barely missing Baji’s head. Baji jumped to the side into an alleyway, and hopped in a dumpster. The three thugs arrived shortly.

At first they ran down the alley, but then stopped. “Come out, come out, wherever you are”, they creepily said, “We promise we won’t hurt you.”

Yeah right.

“We just want to talk man, nothing too serious.” The thugs slowly creeped up to the dumpster. “We know you’re here… Come out, come out…”

The thugs quickly opened the dumpster and pointed their guns straight at Baji’s face. But then someone shouted something, and the thugs froze. They immediately backed away and kneeled down.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” Ibrahiim demanded, “What possible reason could you have for chasing one of our lead scientists? Explain yourself!” Ibrahiim helped Baji out of the dumpster, his heart beating rapidly. They were going to expose him right in front of General Ibrahiim!

“My warlord, sir… We wanted to know what you were working on, sir. You have not informed us, and we were just curious. Then he started running, and it seemed like-“

“Enough! What we are developing is none of your concern, soldier! And if you really needed to know, the way to do it is by asking, not shooting you incompetent fool!”

Baji felt a thousand pounds lighter. They didn’t know.

“Now get out of here! Go back where you came from!” Ibrahiim turned to Baji, “Are you alright, Akinwe?”

“Yes,” Baji breathed, “Yes I was not hurt.”

“Good. Listen, if you need an escort, you tell us. Despite what it may look like, the streets are not safe. There are secrets and lies everywhere. Don’t trust anyone. This tank is a closely guarded secret, not something the irresponsible grunts should know of. Imagine if the west got word of this. They would bomb our factory without a second thought. Now go on; have some fun.”

“What?”

“Well the nightlife is swinging by. Just grab some booze; free of charge! What other reason could you have for going downtown, huh? Don’t worry; Eli is safe.”

“Alright, yes sir, I will.” With that, Ibrahiim entered a technical emblazoned with the Black Mamba cell logo, and drove off.

Baji arrived at 43rd street, and walked into the Silver Rose café. It was a small café; just a couple of tables, a sleepy barista, fan blowing on a shelf and quiet music playing. In the corner was a man dressed in a black hat and brown coat. Baji sat down in front of him.

“The doves have all flown away, son.”

“Agent Ackers,” he replied with a smirk, “The name’s Boutet. Agent Gabriel Boutet.”

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post 1 Jun 2015, 17:25
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I loved the explanation of the green paint that GLA uses. I myself wondered why they would use such a vibrant color which exposed camaflouge attempts.


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post 1 Jun 2015, 17:33
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QUOTE (Sam Trent Reznor @ 1 Jun 2015, 18:25) *
I loved the explanation of the green paint that GLA uses. I myself wondered why they would use such a vibrant color which exposed camaflouge attempts.


To be honest it's more of a half-assed attempt. I just wanted to explain something more about the GLA. But thanks!


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I figured there was a different reason for green being the GLA color. Having inward exploding panels on tanks defeats the purpose of armor!


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Green is technically islam-related.

I think.


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QUOTE (DerKrieger @ 1 Jun 2015, 23:56) *
I figured there was a different reason for green being the GLA color. Having inward exploding panels on tanks defeats the purpose of armor!


Oh nuts why didn't I think of that?! Oh well.


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QUOTE (DerKrieger @ 2 Jun 2015, 3:26) *
I figured there was a different reason for green being the GLA color. Having inward exploding panels on tanks defeats the purpose of armor!


Rebel Voice: Anything for the cause!


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you and mars should collaborate on the ROTR lore.


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QUOTE (z741 @ 2 Jun 2015, 7:59) *
you and mars should collaborate on the ROTR lore.


I think MARS would not want that tongue.gif


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Quick update: The computer I normally have these fan-fics on, my school laptop, is not available to me right now so I probably won't be able to post the next part until after summer. Or at least August when I get it again. For those wondering. I could write the next part on my own computer but I have all my notes on my school laptop so...

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so stupid question:

Why didnt you copy your stuff to a USB drive? tongue.gif


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QUOTE (z741 @ 23 Jun 2015, 23:26) *
so stupid question:

Why didnt you copy your stuff to a USB drive? tongue.gif


...I never thought of that. Oh well, I might as well try to remember as best I can and recreate it from there.


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QUOTE (Serialkillerwhale @ 24 Jun 2015, 5:59) *
Cloud docs are your friend.


Or those, I prefer USBs. Im old school like that. I remember the days of those floppy drives haha


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Question to MARS; does My vision of The Zone fot in with canon?


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The Nation of Sulaymaan

Part 8 - A Change of Plans

Kigali, The Zone
Autumn, 2046

Some revelations are in order. Gabriel Boutet is a special agent with the Dutch AIVD (General Intelligence and Security Service), now part of the larger European Continental Intelligence. The AIVD took part in the Global War on Terror like so many other intelligence agencies, and when the GLA showed up in Hamburg in 2028, they were quick to form a plan. Gabriel Boutet was one of several agents planted among GLA fighters, and when the time came for them to retreat, he followed them to North Africa, and further south to their new home in the Zone. Every intelligence agency had their own plans, which were gradually merged into a single, multinational plot with a single goal: The assassination of Anwar Sulaymaan.

The person with the most attempts at their life was Fidel Castro, former President of Cuba. When Castro finally passed away in 2018, the CIA had tried to kill him over 600 times, every single one of which failed. When the Global Liberation Army made the headlines, Mohmar ‘Deathstrike’ became the target of multiple assassinations, one of which succeeded (albeit in 2032, five years after the war ended). Even then, no-one is quite sure who killed him. Interestingly, one of the most suspected perpetrator is Abdul bin Yusuuf, one of Mohmar’s allies. Sources claim Yusuuf disagreed with Mohmar on many accounts, and even disobeyed orders, and reportedly wanted to focus the GLA’s strength on the Middle East and unify it under a single religious leader, whereas Mohmar wanted to spend their resources invading and destroying Europe.

Since then, the world’s most wanted has become the three top dogs of the GLA; Sulaymaan, Yusuuf and Ibrahiim. Sulaymaan’s closest henchmen even says he keeps a dossier, mockingly documenting each attempt at his life. Now, in 2046, the European Continental Intelligence Service wants to hurry and get the job done as soon as possible so they can focus their attention on their Russian aggressors. They contacted their co-belligerents in the CIA and Chinese MSS and coordinated their operations to form Operation ‘Headshot’; the definitive assassination plot.

“So you’re the CIA agent I’ve been told to meet?” Boutet asked Baji from under the brim of his hat.

“I believe so,” he replied, “Which must mean you are ECI.”

“Indeed. I’ve been here in this dreadful jungle for over a decade now. Many times I could have taken out Ibrahiim, but damn home command wants me to focus my attention on Sulaymaan.”

“He is the prime target. I’ve been told to wait with my plan as well. What exactly is it you’re going to inform me about?”

“Ah yes,” Gabriel said as he reached into his jacket’s inner pocket. He pulled out an envelope and gave it to Baji. “That’s your new mission parameters. This vehicle you’ve been forced to build – how’s it coming along?”

“That thing? The way Sulaymaan sees it it’s going smoothly; he has no idea I’ve been deliberately sabotaging it. I make small alterations that can’t be noticed by the dim-witted thugs he’s got as guards, and the other scientists are in on it with me. Really, it’s even a miracle we’ve managed to come this far; Sulaymaan basically gives us junk to work with, and he expects it to form a next-generation battle tank! What an idiot.”

“We’d best move soon then,” Gabriel replied. Just then, two heavily-armed soldiers entered the café. The sleepy clerk’s expression shot into action, and he nervously asked the two what they’d like. One of them stepped forward to the counter, leaned in over nice and close to the clerk who was sweating a fountain. Menacingly, he said “An espresso orange, large.”

The other soldier said ditto, and the two sat down at a table on the other end of the café. One of them looked at Gabriel and Baji for a second, then casually kept talking with his companion while the clerk hurried to get their order done.

“You should head back,” Gabriel said, “Your overseers might get suspicious if you’re away for a longer period of time. Read the instructions carefully, and I’ll see you in a couple of days. I’ve got some business to take care of first.”

With that, the two left the café and headed in opposite directions. After walking for a while, a technical parked alongside Baji. The door opened, and inside sat Ibrahiim behind the wheel.

“Akinwe! Need a lift?”

Baji acted confused. “Sir? You don’t have to waste time driving me around.”

“Nonsense! Hop inside, I’ll take you home.”

Baji didn’t dare disobey an order, so he entered the vehicle and it drove off. Ibrahiim sat silent for around a minute before he began speaking.

“Listen, Akinwe,” he said, “this tank that you and the other scientists are working on… I find it a waste of time.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. We should focus our attention on more important matters. I think Sulaymaan has been too obsessed with that thing. It distracts him from other operations, especially those in the south. Did you know, in the past three weeks alone we’ve seen over twenty American recon teams near the jungle border. Our security is getting looser. Why are we even building it? We have combat vehicles, and if the need be we can just hijack more proper tanks from the enemy. Nothing more satisfying than seeing those imperialist bastards be destroyed by their own creations, huh?”
Baji pretended to chuckle.

“Now I know it’s more than just building a tank; it’s symbolic too. Sulaymaan wants to demonstrate his newfound power to the world by showing he has a successful line of production. With it he’ll kick start our new, modern nation, and soon we will become powerful enough to face our enemies in open warfare yet again!”

“Yes, sir, but,” Baji said, “Our nation is already located on a stable industrial base. The former republics; the Congo, Rwanda, Cameroon; don’t they have an industry already? Why don’t we use that?”

“I think Sulaymaan is too paranoid about that; if we restart those facilities the Americans air fleet will bomb them to destruction. I think Sulaymaan wants to move the entire industry underground, and prove it works by building this tank in an old, abandoned warehouse. After that, we’ll move our factories into the tunnels, and build them where the flying demons cannot reach them.”

Within minutes Baji was soon home at the factory. It looked exactly like he left it. Ibrahiim gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Remember; if you ever need anything, and I mean anything, you just contact me, okay? I can’t promise you’ll actually get it, but it’s the thought that counts? Have a good night, Baji.”

Ibrahiim drove off as Baji entered the factory. The same smell of kerosene and oil was still present at large, although now mixed in with the musky odor of unwashed guards. At least Ali had air conditioning. Baji entered his small container home, and went to sleep on a mattress on the floor.

Ibrahiim meanwhile drove into the jungle. He was going to one of his many chemical facilities hidden in the vast tunnel network. The GLA made widespread use of chemical and biological weapons in the Global War on Terror, but it had taken a different course now in the Zone. Dr. Thrax, one of Mohmar’s most important contacts, developed hundreds of different strains of anthrax for the GLA. The different strains meant that any antidote their enemy would develop would be useless against other strains. The most infamous is perhaps “Anthrax Beta”. Anthrax beta was powerful enough to penetrate chemical suits, and was the bane of both American and Chinese forces for many years. The USMC even deployed special containment units for the sole purpose of combating the spread of anthrax. But beta was not the worst. No, what a soldier facing the personal army of Dr. Thrax feared the most was undoubtedly “Anthrax Gamma”. A strain of anthrax so deadly not even Lawrence Livermore could replicate it; gamma could burn through an NBC-protected tank in minutes and kill the crew in no-time. No known antidote could destroy it. And worst of all, entire swathes of land would become so contaminated that one can’t set foot in there until at least 2100 and survive. Saudi Arabia, Oman, Persia and other nations have built massive quarantine walls to prevent stragglers and animals from wandering into the death-zones.

But now, chemical warfare has changed. Ibrahiim was no slouch when it came to toxins. He poisoned many Parisian politicians during the French Civil War, and knew exactly what kind of chemicals would pollute the Rhine River the worst. But now, the GLA’s use of chemical weapons had died down because of their location: Sulaymaan wants to keep the rainforest alive, but chemical weapons kill anything organic. So, Ibrahiim has his own team of scientists working day and night developing a new form of anthrax that kills only humans. No animals, no plants. He also experiments with thermite bombs, weaponized diseases, and even mind control drugs.

After driving for several minutes, it became pitch dark outside, only the technical’s headlights illuminating the dirt path. His gunner kept a close watch on the tree line. Suddenly, a truck burst from the forest and onto the road, forcing Ibrahiim to slam the breaks. The gunner lost his grip of the machine gun, but a burst of gunfire is what killed him. Ibrahiim exited the vehicle and crossly slammed the door behind him.

“What the HELL is the meaning of this?!” he demanded, “Have you no idea who I am? What are you doing?”

Two men armed with Kalashnikov rifles stepped forward. “We are indeed aware of who you are, General. If you’d be willing to come with us, we-“

“Like hell I am – move your damn truck and let me pass!”

Then suddenly, darkness.

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Long time no see. The next part will hopefully be up sometime next week, but I've got a lot of school work I need doing, and I only now quickly finished this part so you could get some continuation of the story. Sorry I couldn't find an image that fit. If you have one, could you please link it, and I can add it? Thanks.


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Fuck yeah! Nation of Sulaymaan is alive. IT'S ALIVE!!! IT'S ALIVE!!! tongue.gif It was about time, Swede. Keep 'em coming. biggrin.gif

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Not trying to necro this, but I am curious as to how this plays out


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As am I: I haven't been able to continue the story for some time - heck, I've been barely able to write for Rise of the Reds! - because of reality catching up to me. Come April, and perhaps March, I will return to writing.


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Awesome, don't forget to back your stuff up tongue.gif


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This is such an amazing read. I have enjoyed reading every update to this series! Thank you so much for taking the time to write this.


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