SNET STORY: The Last Battle, Struggle for SNET
Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 4:13 pm
The Last Battle
The two armies gathered at the foothills of Buur Baraf. Thousands of men had gathered on both sides of the escarpement to clash to the death. On the eastern side, a sea of men wearing turbans and white khamiis under the leadership of the Rasputin Aiman had established a sprawling encampment. Nearly 10 kilometers away, another army of men dressed in desert fatigues lead by Colonel Xoogsade were pitching tents. After many weeks of skirmishes, the two armies had finally come face to face in an epic battle to control the Snet Republic.
Night fall soon fell on the valley. The two armies began to plot their battle strategies. In the camp of the Aimanists, their spiritual leader and commander, Aiman began to make battle preparations with his commanders, Luugoyo aka Abu Gobwein, and Muslim-man. Luugoyo was a veteran of the SPM forces and fought under Colonel Omar Jess. Muslim-man was a former artillery gunner with the USC forces under Colonel Garam-garam. Aiman was confident of a victory over the Secularists. He believed that it was in the Divine plan that he would vanquish his enemies.
Meanwhile across the valley, Colonel Xoogsade had finished planning for the next day. This was his last chance to prove that the Aimanists could be defeated in battle. Moral in the Secularist forces was low after their commander had abandoned the key city of Gurmaayo to the Aimanists without firing a shot and lost over 40 techniko in the battle of Habaswein in the effort to recapture Gurmaayo. Colonel Xoogsade was smoking his 30th cigarette of the day when his satellite phone rang:
"Hello."
"Colonel Xoogsade, this is President Ashlee speaking. I am calling to wish you the best of luck tomorrow. I expect you to inflict a heavy loss on enemy. Turn the valley into a river of blood of the Aimanists " screamed the voice on the line.
"Yes, sir. I will not disappoint you " said Xoogsade in a weak voice for he feared what lay ahead for him if he lost again.
"I except nothing short of a victory, Colonel. Good night and good luck" barked President Ashlee.
"Consider it done " replied Xoogsade.
Xoogsade hung up. He sat down and prayed for the first time since he fled Xamar in 1991.
Xoogsade soon fell asleep.
"Get up, sir, get up " yelled Lieutenant Cawar.
"Whats wrong ? " said Xoogsade.
"Sir, we are under attack !!!" replied Cawar
Xoogsade jumped out of his cot and rushed out of his tent. In the process, he forgot to put on his pants and stood outside in his white briefs.
"Sir, your pants " said Cawar as he handed Xoogsade his pants.
"Where are the Aimanists ?"
"Sir, they moved in the middle of the night and are only 5 kilometers away. I have dispatched a scouting and infantry team to head them off."
"What, call them back in. How dare you make any decisions without notifying me ? Bloody eelay yahoow !"
"Sir, I felt it was prudent to get an immediate assessment of the battle field."
Xoogsade was infuriated because Cawar had made the right decision. He felt threatened by the younger officer who had proven himself in many battles in the Bay region.
As the two continued to argue, a mortar landed in the camp. Everyone fell to the ground and Xoogsade realized that the Aimanists were close.
"Cawar, Form a secure perimeter 800 ft !"
"Yes, sir ! Cawar ran off to convey the orders to the soldiers.
Xoogsade lit another cigarette as he started to sweat heavily from the fear. He was never the same after the defeat at Habaswein. The Marexan confidence evaporated in the crushing defeat. As he continued to ponder his situation, a loud whistling sound screeched from the sky
"INCOMING !!!!!!'
Xoogsade ducked to ground as another 110mm mortar landed. It was soon followed by another mortar and soon the sound of gunfire filled the air.
The two armies gathered at the foothills of Buur Baraf. Thousands of men had gathered on both sides of the escarpement to clash to the death. On the eastern side, a sea of men wearing turbans and white khamiis under the leadership of the Rasputin Aiman had established a sprawling encampment. Nearly 10 kilometers away, another army of men dressed in desert fatigues lead by Colonel Xoogsade were pitching tents. After many weeks of skirmishes, the two armies had finally come face to face in an epic battle to control the Snet Republic.
Night fall soon fell on the valley. The two armies began to plot their battle strategies. In the camp of the Aimanists, their spiritual leader and commander, Aiman began to make battle preparations with his commanders, Luugoyo aka Abu Gobwein, and Muslim-man. Luugoyo was a veteran of the SPM forces and fought under Colonel Omar Jess. Muslim-man was a former artillery gunner with the USC forces under Colonel Garam-garam. Aiman was confident of a victory over the Secularists. He believed that it was in the Divine plan that he would vanquish his enemies.
Meanwhile across the valley, Colonel Xoogsade had finished planning for the next day. This was his last chance to prove that the Aimanists could be defeated in battle. Moral in the Secularist forces was low after their commander had abandoned the key city of Gurmaayo to the Aimanists without firing a shot and lost over 40 techniko in the battle of Habaswein in the effort to recapture Gurmaayo. Colonel Xoogsade was smoking his 30th cigarette of the day when his satellite phone rang:
"Hello."
"Colonel Xoogsade, this is President Ashlee speaking. I am calling to wish you the best of luck tomorrow. I expect you to inflict a heavy loss on enemy. Turn the valley into a river of blood of the Aimanists " screamed the voice on the line.
"Yes, sir. I will not disappoint you " said Xoogsade in a weak voice for he feared what lay ahead for him if he lost again.
"I except nothing short of a victory, Colonel. Good night and good luck" barked President Ashlee.
"Consider it done " replied Xoogsade.
Xoogsade hung up. He sat down and prayed for the first time since he fled Xamar in 1991.
Xoogsade soon fell asleep.
"Get up, sir, get up " yelled Lieutenant Cawar.
"Whats wrong ? " said Xoogsade.
"Sir, we are under attack !!!" replied Cawar
Xoogsade jumped out of his cot and rushed out of his tent. In the process, he forgot to put on his pants and stood outside in his white briefs.
"Sir, your pants " said Cawar as he handed Xoogsade his pants.
"Where are the Aimanists ?"
"Sir, they moved in the middle of the night and are only 5 kilometers away. I have dispatched a scouting and infantry team to head them off."
"What, call them back in. How dare you make any decisions without notifying me ? Bloody eelay yahoow !"
"Sir, I felt it was prudent to get an immediate assessment of the battle field."
Xoogsade was infuriated because Cawar had made the right decision. He felt threatened by the younger officer who had proven himself in many battles in the Bay region.
As the two continued to argue, a mortar landed in the camp. Everyone fell to the ground and Xoogsade realized that the Aimanists were close.
"Cawar, Form a secure perimeter 800 ft !"
"Yes, sir ! Cawar ran off to convey the orders to the soldiers.
Xoogsade lit another cigarette as he started to sweat heavily from the fear. He was never the same after the defeat at Habaswein. The Marexan confidence evaporated in the crushing defeat. As he continued to ponder his situation, a loud whistling sound screeched from the sky
"INCOMING !!!!!!'
Xoogsade ducked to ground as another 110mm mortar landed. It was soon followed by another mortar and soon the sound of gunfire filled the air.
