AAR Tale, World War 3, Pax Turca et Israeli(UPDATED)
Posted: Nov 16 2007
The air hummed with power from the extensive equipment as the president of the Republic of Turkey kept typing away his diary in his command bunker, deep underground of the Parliament, while watching the hundreds of satellite camera feedbacks from the last dying fires of the last Greco-Turkish Conflict, with the last screen playing South Park Episode, Ike's Wee Wee.
A TV announcement of the Greek Dictator Nikolaos Hristos showed the total surrender for all Greek military and civilian assets.
It was over. Two nations torn by nationalism a century ago forcibly got welded beck again,by the founding nation of the empire that once included both of them.
4 weeks of warfare, and surgical strikes towards Greek Capital city over the century-contested sets of islands while 12 regiments of deeply entrenched Puma APC Engineer corps in their chain of emplacements kept the bulk of the Greek army from spilling to the Rumeli peninsula and the spiritual capital of Turkey, Istanbul, resulted with a heroic and suicidal unloading of Turkish Commandos and IFV's before Athens who never got broken under 2 days of grueling artillery and dogfight crossfire and bombs.
In the fifth week, Athens fell, and the outlying cities were raided and overrun by newly formed squads of Merkava-4 Tanks with fresh blueprints bought from Turkey's greatest post-collapse ally, Greater Republic of Israel, now encompassing Jordan. Greece's outdated army was disheartened, and already in turmoil before the killing blow arrived, although the rest of the world never cared about the poor shape Greece was in or the causus belli Turkey had, blaming Turks as the "aggressor barbarians" again after centuries.
After the collapse, Turkey nearly dissolved under the weight of shaky currency market and a resurgence of PKK which claims itself allied with Hezbollah, and re-united uner the leadership of a self-declared prophet, and a cult leader named Kava Berf. Reports of captured PKK terrorists under the influence of a new compound of drugs, entranced to fight anyone they were directed against filled the MIT archives. First time in its 88 year history, the Republic lost complete control of Diyarbakir for weeks until by incessant airstrikes and Panther artillery barrages the city was retaken as a half-crushed pile of rubble.
This triggered a massive hate campaign that resulted in Turkish iimmigrants returning from Europe, ironic that the Turkish neighborhoods refilled with Kurds filling from Turkey erupted into far deeper crime rates as the newcomers got used to their new, turbulent lives far too slow for the crumbling Europe. Months later, even the most vociferously anti-Turkish Kurds would beg re-entry to Turkey as they faced the horrors of White Supremacist gangs who could no longer shielded against,and sanctions against immigrants. No matter what happened in the past, survival mattered the most as the world began a rapid slide towards isolationism and madness, and inhabitants of Anatolia was forced to stick together, only the mysterious PKK drug-and warlord Kava Berf was the thorn at the Republic's side now, possessing a solid event of a destroyed Diyarbakir to picture the shortsighted Turkish order as a genocide attempt to the West.
But this time, history had a twist. Turkey's new government, backed by the Telecommunications moghul Kemal Çelik infiltrating several officials to get his campaign running, recollected what got left from the collapse, and managed to fund the construction of countless Oil rigs across the country's reserves. In weeks, the energy crisis after the Collapse of OPEC was temporarily relieved. With it, cash, attention and power rushed to the turkish treasury, along with new brains seeking a tolerant country with almost no income tax and a technocrat president. Of course, Kemal Çelik never existed, but He did instead, assuming the name and identity of a dead man, being the moghul AND the president at the same time.
Such a task demanded total lack of sleep,except 1 hour a week for neural regeneration..
When Israel and Jordan allied with Turkey, and sliced Syria and Iraq apart, Kava disappeared in a day, with most of the PKK personnel with him. But the president knew, he would strike again, with anytime with a drug-crazed maniac with cybernetic parts and a gun. Yet no MIT agent knew where he was getting such expensive treatments on his "fedayeen".
Yet the time wasn't to good ponder about it anymore. More issues were home, plus the president convinced Rapidshare to give him a limitless, super-privileged account and access to database.
"History repeats itself, eh Gideon?" President murmured, turning to the Mossad agent behind him, reclining on an electronic bed with many appendages, and receptors, party connected with the agent's spine. "The world hated us, and demeaned us. Yet they never knew that hate without active devastation only burned slowly and hardened us, and made us more warlike. They clearly never read how conquerors could soften by a warm,hedonist environment."
"The fall of NATO, U.N, IMF. Who could dream of it? All our old debts, their records, all gone in an immigrant riot in Switzerland."
Gideon smiled "How suiting that both our countries' records of debts and corporate ownerships of infrastructure got...lost by a riot and a completely coincidental virus in the databanks. And of course, neither the mob nor the virus wasn't made by me. Definitely wasn't. Hahahaha...." He relaxed, with a satisfied look, observing his data screen, now full of MOSSAD and MIT reports combined, until he caught a report.
Gideon suddenly frowned:"I hope you have more of our little Merkavas under your command. You may lose your limitless black gold pot if Iran or Russia smashes to your eastern front with more than half of your materiel engaged in hunting Greek guerilla and making humanitarian amends, and the aircraft in repairs. Smart-bombing defences over the heads of SAM regiments wasn't a good idea."
"Gideon, your mind is of tricks, datas, and searches of weakness. You belong to the digital realm, you are my mind, I am your external muscle. Remember, when you can't hack a computer, you can always smash it. That's what I did. If I delayed the airstrikes any more, the infantry would be reliving a bastard child of Gallipoli and Omaha Beach. More mothers would be rating fodder of Motherland's Martyrs ceremonies. All I need you is to find something to make Russians calm until they exhaust themselves fighting China. Well Gideon?"
To be continued, I'm tired.
A TV announcement of the Greek Dictator Nikolaos Hristos showed the total surrender for all Greek military and civilian assets.
It was over. Two nations torn by nationalism a century ago forcibly got welded beck again,by the founding nation of the empire that once included both of them.
4 weeks of warfare, and surgical strikes towards Greek Capital city over the century-contested sets of islands while 12 regiments of deeply entrenched Puma APC Engineer corps in their chain of emplacements kept the bulk of the Greek army from spilling to the Rumeli peninsula and the spiritual capital of Turkey, Istanbul, resulted with a heroic and suicidal unloading of Turkish Commandos and IFV's before Athens who never got broken under 2 days of grueling artillery and dogfight crossfire and bombs.
In the fifth week, Athens fell, and the outlying cities were raided and overrun by newly formed squads of Merkava-4 Tanks with fresh blueprints bought from Turkey's greatest post-collapse ally, Greater Republic of Israel, now encompassing Jordan. Greece's outdated army was disheartened, and already in turmoil before the killing blow arrived, although the rest of the world never cared about the poor shape Greece was in or the causus belli Turkey had, blaming Turks as the "aggressor barbarians" again after centuries.
After the collapse, Turkey nearly dissolved under the weight of shaky currency market and a resurgence of PKK which claims itself allied with Hezbollah, and re-united uner the leadership of a self-declared prophet, and a cult leader named Kava Berf. Reports of captured PKK terrorists under the influence of a new compound of drugs, entranced to fight anyone they were directed against filled the MIT archives. First time in its 88 year history, the Republic lost complete control of Diyarbakir for weeks until by incessant airstrikes and Panther artillery barrages the city was retaken as a half-crushed pile of rubble.
This triggered a massive hate campaign that resulted in Turkish iimmigrants returning from Europe, ironic that the Turkish neighborhoods refilled with Kurds filling from Turkey erupted into far deeper crime rates as the newcomers got used to their new, turbulent lives far too slow for the crumbling Europe. Months later, even the most vociferously anti-Turkish Kurds would beg re-entry to Turkey as they faced the horrors of White Supremacist gangs who could no longer shielded against,and sanctions against immigrants. No matter what happened in the past, survival mattered the most as the world began a rapid slide towards isolationism and madness, and inhabitants of Anatolia was forced to stick together, only the mysterious PKK drug-and warlord Kava Berf was the thorn at the Republic's side now, possessing a solid event of a destroyed Diyarbakir to picture the shortsighted Turkish order as a genocide attempt to the West.
But this time, history had a twist. Turkey's new government, backed by the Telecommunications moghul Kemal Çelik infiltrating several officials to get his campaign running, recollected what got left from the collapse, and managed to fund the construction of countless Oil rigs across the country's reserves. In weeks, the energy crisis after the Collapse of OPEC was temporarily relieved. With it, cash, attention and power rushed to the turkish treasury, along with new brains seeking a tolerant country with almost no income tax and a technocrat president. Of course, Kemal Çelik never existed, but He did instead, assuming the name and identity of a dead man, being the moghul AND the president at the same time.
Such a task demanded total lack of sleep,except 1 hour a week for neural regeneration..
When Israel and Jordan allied with Turkey, and sliced Syria and Iraq apart, Kava disappeared in a day, with most of the PKK personnel with him. But the president knew, he would strike again, with anytime with a drug-crazed maniac with cybernetic parts and a gun. Yet no MIT agent knew where he was getting such expensive treatments on his "fedayeen".
Yet the time wasn't to good ponder about it anymore. More issues were home, plus the president convinced Rapidshare to give him a limitless, super-privileged account and access to database.
"History repeats itself, eh Gideon?" President murmured, turning to the Mossad agent behind him, reclining on an electronic bed with many appendages, and receptors, party connected with the agent's spine. "The world hated us, and demeaned us. Yet they never knew that hate without active devastation only burned slowly and hardened us, and made us more warlike. They clearly never read how conquerors could soften by a warm,hedonist environment."
"The fall of NATO, U.N, IMF. Who could dream of it? All our old debts, their records, all gone in an immigrant riot in Switzerland."
Gideon smiled "How suiting that both our countries' records of debts and corporate ownerships of infrastructure got...lost by a riot and a completely coincidental virus in the databanks. And of course, neither the mob nor the virus wasn't made by me. Definitely wasn't. Hahahaha...." He relaxed, with a satisfied look, observing his data screen, now full of MOSSAD and MIT reports combined, until he caught a report.
Gideon suddenly frowned:"I hope you have more of our little Merkavas under your command. You may lose your limitless black gold pot if Iran or Russia smashes to your eastern front with more than half of your materiel engaged in hunting Greek guerilla and making humanitarian amends, and the aircraft in repairs. Smart-bombing defences over the heads of SAM regiments wasn't a good idea."
"Gideon, your mind is of tricks, datas, and searches of weakness. You belong to the digital realm, you are my mind, I am your external muscle. Remember, when you can't hack a computer, you can always smash it. That's what I did. If I delayed the airstrikes any more, the infantry would be reliving a bastard child of Gallipoli and Omaha Beach. More mothers would be rating fodder of Motherland's Martyrs ceremonies. All I need you is to find something to make Russians calm until they exhaust themselves fighting China. Well Gideon?"
To be continued, I'm tired.