Post by Surdra on May 21, 2014 23:32:52 GMT -5
“Merdeka” is Ragaanese for “freedom.” For the Ragaanese (North Gutan is a name made up by the Gutanese to legitimize their claim over Ragaan), as with all people, freedom is more than a value in itself, it also implies truth, justice, dignity, the absence of oppression, and a good life for oneself and one’s family. For many people, Ragaanese among them, these values understandably carry a scared force. And this was especially case in the years following the withdrawal of the old colonial empires. What was to be the start of a new age of independence, but was instead just another chapter of oppression. While simultaneously proclaiming anti-colonialism and Merdeka, Gutan invaded Ragaan and occupied it, showering the Ragaanese with promises of prosperity and safety.
What did this Gutanese version of Merdeka bring? Not a lot. Though there was illusions of a democracy – a president, cabinet ministers, and a parliament, the Military by and large ran the country from behind the scenes. Instead of a government of, by, and for the people, it was a government of, by, and for the Military. Almost all the provinces in the country, Ragaan included, were operated as private fiefs by the generals, for their own benefit. Many of the military’s officers and soldiers held murder and looting to be their legal right. The more thuggish and murderous of local militias (various gangs and tribal groups hired to put down opposition to the government, i.e., to the Military) were supported and supplied by various military commanders.
The military has in fact a legal “justification” for its power position in Gutan. It was specifically charged by the Gutanese constitution to protect, guard, and nature the nation. The Generals took this to mean they were licensed to run things the way they wanted.
For Ragaan, the inevitability of the event seemed so clear in retrospect, yet this did not mitigate the surprise. Ragaan had never fully bought in to the nationalism that was preached from the South. Nor did they see why they should subjugate themselves for corrupt Generals when they struggled each day to carve out a merger existence.
So, in the spring of 1988 the anger towards their Gutanese overlords could no longer be contained. The uprising that followed was anything but bloodless. In eight violent hours of darkness, combat veterans of the Ragaan Liberation Army systematically assassinated senior Gutanese military officers during parties celebrating the anniversary of the formation of Gutan. By dawn most of the military formations in Ragaan had been decapitated. Across the airwaves went out a cry of independence that caught Gutan and the rest of the world by surprise. The Kingdom of Surdra was the only nation with any inkling of what was happening.
The Gutanese response was predictably intemperate.
What followed was two long decades of war that tore Ragaan apart. What began as a war of independence quickly turned into genocide as tens of thousands of Ragaanese died fighting for Merdeka. And tens of thousands more were murdered or massacred because they were a threat to it – Gutanese , who have lived on the island for generations , because it was believed they had undeservedly taken wealth from the native born; Christians because they were no Muslims; Muslims because they were not Christians.
By the start of the 21st century the war between Ragaan and Gutan had developed into a stalemate. Gutan, while vastly stronger, could never fully eliminate the RLA nor reestablish the control it once had over the people of Ragaan. And the RLA, while able to inflict large amounts damage to the Gutanese military, never had the strength to completely remove Gutan from Ragaan, nor could fully unite Ragaan. What resulted was de facto Ragaanese independence as Gutan declared North Gutan an autonomous region, thereby unofficially surrendering Ragaan back to the Ragaanese as they pulled their military back into Gutan while still denying any claims of Ragaanese independence.
Gutan was determined to retain control of North Gutan. So rather than try to invade again and unite the various factions, Gutan used the same weapon that their old colonial rulers had used with great success, “divide and rule.” They played the divergent interests and goals of many minority groups off against each other to keep a firm grip on Ragaanese affairs. Gutan also funneled men and arms north into North Gutan and promised the very same groups they had used to enforce their will back in the day with even more wealth and power when Gutan returned.
It most likely would have worked, if not for the fact that the world had changed. When things were at their darkest Ragaan found an unusual ally, one of the very same old colonial powers that they had fought for independence generations ago, the Kingdom of Surdra. Surdra, who had helped fund and supply the RLA back during the uprising in 1988, sent men and materials to help fight the Gutan-backed militias.
But more importantly Ragaan finally had a strong ruler to unite the various factions. The western educated Gajah Adil was elected to the presidency and almost immediately brought an end to the infighting of Ragaan’s various minority groups. He then helped quickly (but carefully) create a special counter-insurgency unit called the JRSF (Joint Ragaanese Special Forces). Slowly, but surely, the JRSF, aided by Surdran Special Forces, beat the militias back and maintained a quiet, if uneasy peace, giving Ragaan and Adil a strong start at rebuilding the island’s devastated infrastructure. And by the start of 2020, the fourth year of Adil’s Presidency, Ragaan had finally turned the corner. Revenue from tourism and new mining contracts to western companies helped fuel new public works projects along with the modernizing of the Ragaan Defense Forces.
This was all for Adil’s primary goal, the formal independence of Ragaan. It had been a long road to this moment, but on a warm Friday morning the Ragaanese National Congress gathered in the capital to formally vote if Ragaan would once again declare its independence from Gutan. The world would never hear their decision.
ODA 1332 Team House
Grand Aquila Hotel
Rumadan, Ragaan
1126 19 February 2021
“Shit!” said Captain John Grant, Commander of ODA 1332, as the early afternoon flash caused him to leap for cover. The glare came outside his hotel room’s large window, from the direction of the center of Rumadan, the capital of Ragaan. Grant, almost without thinking, rolled out of his chair and dove behind his bed pulling the blankets down over himself, admittedly not much protection. He had a good idea what had caused the flash. And it was just about the last thing he imagined he’d run into in Rumadan. He covered his head with his arms just as the sound of the blast came.
The blast wave shattered the room’s window, shredding the drapes, and sending razor sharp shards of glass flying across the room. The wind whipped through the room like a hurricane, throwing bits of the room around. The sound of the blast was deafening, it sounded like a freight train was rolling through the room. Slowly the wind and noise went away.
Grant stood up, went over to his now shattered window, and threw open the ripped and torn drapes. Only a few miles away to the north, in the center of the capital where the Presidential Palace should have been, a dark grey mushroom cloud was roiling up.
“My Gods!” he shouted at the top of his voice, without realizing it.
He had not yet to begun to form serious questions. But on the outer edges of his consciousness a few were starting to take shape: Somebody had just nuked the capital of Ragaan, but it couldn't have been a real nuke, it was too small. Anything bigger and he would have been dead. But mostly, Why?
“My Gods!”
He thought of Karen and the girls. Was this a worldwide thing? he wondered. The Big madness? Or just a local insanity. Something in him told him that they were okay…that he was in the middle of some local insanity. But I got problems!
Then it dawned on him, Shit! The National Congress was in session today! As he tried to see if the Ragaanese Capital building was still standing he had another realization, The Embassy! The Surdran embassy was gone! The whole Bravo detachment was there!
Someone was standing in his now door-lees doorway, “Sir, you okay?”
It was Grant’s warrant, Adriana Navarro, looking just as dazed as Grant felt. Unlike grant, she wasn’t fully dressed, just wearing a pair of slip-on shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers. From her wet hair Grant guessed she had been in the shower when the nuke went off.
“Yeah,” Grant answered. “You Navarro?
“Ticking.”
“Come on Navarro, we need to get going,” Grant said, realizing that they had a lot to do. Somebody had just set off a nuke. And he knew he and the rest of his ODA had just been elected to be the start of whatever the Surdran response was going to be.
What did this Gutanese version of Merdeka bring? Not a lot. Though there was illusions of a democracy – a president, cabinet ministers, and a parliament, the Military by and large ran the country from behind the scenes. Instead of a government of, by, and for the people, it was a government of, by, and for the Military. Almost all the provinces in the country, Ragaan included, were operated as private fiefs by the generals, for their own benefit. Many of the military’s officers and soldiers held murder and looting to be their legal right. The more thuggish and murderous of local militias (various gangs and tribal groups hired to put down opposition to the government, i.e., to the Military) were supported and supplied by various military commanders.
The military has in fact a legal “justification” for its power position in Gutan. It was specifically charged by the Gutanese constitution to protect, guard, and nature the nation. The Generals took this to mean they were licensed to run things the way they wanted.
For Ragaan, the inevitability of the event seemed so clear in retrospect, yet this did not mitigate the surprise. Ragaan had never fully bought in to the nationalism that was preached from the South. Nor did they see why they should subjugate themselves for corrupt Generals when they struggled each day to carve out a merger existence.
So, in the spring of 1988 the anger towards their Gutanese overlords could no longer be contained. The uprising that followed was anything but bloodless. In eight violent hours of darkness, combat veterans of the Ragaan Liberation Army systematically assassinated senior Gutanese military officers during parties celebrating the anniversary of the formation of Gutan. By dawn most of the military formations in Ragaan had been decapitated. Across the airwaves went out a cry of independence that caught Gutan and the rest of the world by surprise. The Kingdom of Surdra was the only nation with any inkling of what was happening.
The Gutanese response was predictably intemperate.
What followed was two long decades of war that tore Ragaan apart. What began as a war of independence quickly turned into genocide as tens of thousands of Ragaanese died fighting for Merdeka. And tens of thousands more were murdered or massacred because they were a threat to it – Gutanese , who have lived on the island for generations , because it was believed they had undeservedly taken wealth from the native born; Christians because they were no Muslims; Muslims because they were not Christians.
By the start of the 21st century the war between Ragaan and Gutan had developed into a stalemate. Gutan, while vastly stronger, could never fully eliminate the RLA nor reestablish the control it once had over the people of Ragaan. And the RLA, while able to inflict large amounts damage to the Gutanese military, never had the strength to completely remove Gutan from Ragaan, nor could fully unite Ragaan. What resulted was de facto Ragaanese independence as Gutan declared North Gutan an autonomous region, thereby unofficially surrendering Ragaan back to the Ragaanese as they pulled their military back into Gutan while still denying any claims of Ragaanese independence.
Gutan was determined to retain control of North Gutan. So rather than try to invade again and unite the various factions, Gutan used the same weapon that their old colonial rulers had used with great success, “divide and rule.” They played the divergent interests and goals of many minority groups off against each other to keep a firm grip on Ragaanese affairs. Gutan also funneled men and arms north into North Gutan and promised the very same groups they had used to enforce their will back in the day with even more wealth and power when Gutan returned.
It most likely would have worked, if not for the fact that the world had changed. When things were at their darkest Ragaan found an unusual ally, one of the very same old colonial powers that they had fought for independence generations ago, the Kingdom of Surdra. Surdra, who had helped fund and supply the RLA back during the uprising in 1988, sent men and materials to help fight the Gutan-backed militias.
But more importantly Ragaan finally had a strong ruler to unite the various factions. The western educated Gajah Adil was elected to the presidency and almost immediately brought an end to the infighting of Ragaan’s various minority groups. He then helped quickly (but carefully) create a special counter-insurgency unit called the JRSF (Joint Ragaanese Special Forces). Slowly, but surely, the JRSF, aided by Surdran Special Forces, beat the militias back and maintained a quiet, if uneasy peace, giving Ragaan and Adil a strong start at rebuilding the island’s devastated infrastructure. And by the start of 2020, the fourth year of Adil’s Presidency, Ragaan had finally turned the corner. Revenue from tourism and new mining contracts to western companies helped fuel new public works projects along with the modernizing of the Ragaan Defense Forces.
This was all for Adil’s primary goal, the formal independence of Ragaan. It had been a long road to this moment, but on a warm Friday morning the Ragaanese National Congress gathered in the capital to formally vote if Ragaan would once again declare its independence from Gutan. The world would never hear their decision.
ODA 1332 Team House
Grand Aquila Hotel
Rumadan, Ragaan
1126 19 February 2021
“Shit!” said Captain John Grant, Commander of ODA 1332, as the early afternoon flash caused him to leap for cover. The glare came outside his hotel room’s large window, from the direction of the center of Rumadan, the capital of Ragaan. Grant, almost without thinking, rolled out of his chair and dove behind his bed pulling the blankets down over himself, admittedly not much protection. He had a good idea what had caused the flash. And it was just about the last thing he imagined he’d run into in Rumadan. He covered his head with his arms just as the sound of the blast came.
The blast wave shattered the room’s window, shredding the drapes, and sending razor sharp shards of glass flying across the room. The wind whipped through the room like a hurricane, throwing bits of the room around. The sound of the blast was deafening, it sounded like a freight train was rolling through the room. Slowly the wind and noise went away.
Grant stood up, went over to his now shattered window, and threw open the ripped and torn drapes. Only a few miles away to the north, in the center of the capital where the Presidential Palace should have been, a dark grey mushroom cloud was roiling up.
“My Gods!” he shouted at the top of his voice, without realizing it.
He had not yet to begun to form serious questions. But on the outer edges of his consciousness a few were starting to take shape: Somebody had just nuked the capital of Ragaan, but it couldn't have been a real nuke, it was too small. Anything bigger and he would have been dead. But mostly, Why?
“My Gods!”
He thought of Karen and the girls. Was this a worldwide thing? he wondered. The Big madness? Or just a local insanity. Something in him told him that they were okay…that he was in the middle of some local insanity. But I got problems!
Then it dawned on him, Shit! The National Congress was in session today! As he tried to see if the Ragaanese Capital building was still standing he had another realization, The Embassy! The Surdran embassy was gone! The whole Bravo detachment was there!
Someone was standing in his now door-lees doorway, “Sir, you okay?”
It was Grant’s warrant, Adriana Navarro, looking just as dazed as Grant felt. Unlike grant, she wasn’t fully dressed, just wearing a pair of slip-on shorts, a t-shirt, and sneakers. From her wet hair Grant guessed she had been in the shower when the nuke went off.
“Yeah,” Grant answered. “You Navarro?
“Ticking.”
“Come on Navarro, we need to get going,” Grant said, realizing that they had a lot to do. Somebody had just set off a nuke. And he knew he and the rest of his ODA had just been elected to be the start of whatever the Surdran response was going to be.