Clarenthia
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Jurzani Capitol Building
Alaghan
“The Prime Minister has called together the Parliament for an emergency session,” Interior Minister Rahim Sayyaf stated “the intention is freeing up significant funds.”
“Emergency powers?” Field Marshall Zabihullah Rassoul asked.
“No, well not yet anyway,” Toryalai Durrani, the Secretary of Legislative Affairs, replied “Khattak was not confident that now is the best time.”
“He’s a useless man,” President Khayrat chimed in “We don’t have a lot of time to prepare, the Kadikistani already have every advantage under the sun and Khattak worries about what is politically savvy.”
“He seems convinced that peace is still an option,” Durrani tried to justify.
“I have no doubt in my mind that the Kadikistani will welcome our threat,” Rassoul stated “Truth be told, sir, I do not know how quickly we can mobilize the troops you’ve commanded. We can get them there with little problem, but ensuring that an ample supply line, food, and water accompanies them will be a problem.”
“The Kurmanji could certainly assist,” Khayrat stated.
“If you could convince them,” Field Marshall Rassoul replied.
“Certainly the threat of total war should be sufficient,” Durrani suggested.
“No, but the guarantee of increased political power would,” Sayyaf concluded “The Kurmanji want their own province, I know this isn’t the most opportune moment to speak of it, but I believe if we promise to carve them their own chunk of land out of Herat and Peshawar, they’ll be more than willing to fight for us.”
“I honestly don’t care,” Khayrat dismissed the notion “I want their bodies to fight. Go to Hewlêr, speak with their Parliament and do not return to this city until you’ve successfully gained their support. Promise them what you must.”
“Of course,” Sayyaf answered.
“Secretary Durrani, go to Prime Minister Khattak’s Office and inform him that he actually has balls and get me the authority I need to fight the war,” Khayrat commanded.
“Sir,” Durrani bowed his head.
“Field Marshall Rassoul,” Khayrat continued “You and I shall personally oversee the deployments in the Herat Mountains. Bring your most trusted generals and meet me in my office within the hour. Naturally, you’ll serve as our supreme commander.”
“Right away, sir,” Rassoul agreed.
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Ten Miles outside Rangesor
North Herat Mountains
The jeep kicked up an obnoxious amount of sand as it pulled into base camp in Outpost Mustafa. As soon as the jeep stopped, Pervez Aslam’s head hit against the rough metal interior – shaking him back to consciousness. Assuming he had arrived at his destination, he grabbed his gun, straightened his hat, and stepped out of the jeep. Almost immediately, the oppressive Jurzani sun beat down on him. Even at this altitude, the heat permeated across the land.
“Major Pervez Aslam,” a voiced called out.
Aslam turned in the direction of the voice. He recognized the face almost immediately as Lieutenant General Zakir Khalilzad. He was a tall, burley man. A cigar hung from his lips as he approached the Major.
“Welcome to Hell,” he said.
“It’s a pleasure to be here sir,” Aslam replied.
The Lieutenant General shook his head disapprovingly.
“There’s a fine line between respect and ass kissing,” he stated “This is Outpost Mustafa. The closest Jurzani base of operations to Khandahar.”
“About a day’s march if you’re quick,” Aslam agreed.
“I’m glad you think so,” the Lieutenant General replied.
The two men walked up to a tent and the Lieutenant General moved the flap covering the entrance. When Aslam stepped in, he noticed a group of eight other individuals, sitting around polishing their weapons. When the Lieutenant General entered, they immediately snapped to attention. However, the commanding officer played little attention to it. He walked up to a large map of Khandahar on the wall, which had several pins in it.
“Gentlemen,” the Lt. General began “Each of you have been hand selected by Central Command in Alaghan to engage an important mission in Khandahar. You, along with several other teams in undisclosed locations, will be tasked with entering Khandahar to conduct recon missions and meet up with local resistance leaders. I do not know what will happen in the coming days, but we need to be prepared for anything and we have precious little time to learn it.”
“There are significant resistance fighters across Khandahar,” he continued “And we need them to know they have the full support of the Islamic Republic. After you make contact with their leaders, we need to establish more stable lines of communication and supply. Alaghan is significantly increasing the deployment to this area in preparation of anything the Kadikistani throw at us.”
“We’re going into Khandahar?” one of the soldiers asked.
“Quite,” the Lt. General responded, with an annoyed tone “Obviously, your discretion is advised as if the Kadikistani discovered Jurzani soldiers – or should I say got any solid proof of Jurzani soldiers in Khandahar – we would have significant problems. However, at the present time, I hardly see it as a concern.”
“You’ll be briefed further later tonight. Tomorrow night, using the cover of night, you will enter Khandahar.”
Alaghan
“The Prime Minister has called together the Parliament for an emergency session,” Interior Minister Rahim Sayyaf stated “the intention is freeing up significant funds.”
“Emergency powers?” Field Marshall Zabihullah Rassoul asked.
“No, well not yet anyway,” Toryalai Durrani, the Secretary of Legislative Affairs, replied “Khattak was not confident that now is the best time.”
“He’s a useless man,” President Khayrat chimed in “We don’t have a lot of time to prepare, the Kadikistani already have every advantage under the sun and Khattak worries about what is politically savvy.”
“He seems convinced that peace is still an option,” Durrani tried to justify.
“I have no doubt in my mind that the Kadikistani will welcome our threat,” Rassoul stated “Truth be told, sir, I do not know how quickly we can mobilize the troops you’ve commanded. We can get them there with little problem, but ensuring that an ample supply line, food, and water accompanies them will be a problem.”
“The Kurmanji could certainly assist,” Khayrat stated.
“If you could convince them,” Field Marshall Rassoul replied.
“Certainly the threat of total war should be sufficient,” Durrani suggested.
“No, but the guarantee of increased political power would,” Sayyaf concluded “The Kurmanji want their own province, I know this isn’t the most opportune moment to speak of it, but I believe if we promise to carve them their own chunk of land out of Herat and Peshawar, they’ll be more than willing to fight for us.”
“I honestly don’t care,” Khayrat dismissed the notion “I want their bodies to fight. Go to Hewlêr, speak with their Parliament and do not return to this city until you’ve successfully gained their support. Promise them what you must.”
“Of course,” Sayyaf answered.
“Secretary Durrani, go to Prime Minister Khattak’s Office and inform him that he actually has balls and get me the authority I need to fight the war,” Khayrat commanded.
“Sir,” Durrani bowed his head.
“Field Marshall Rassoul,” Khayrat continued “You and I shall personally oversee the deployments in the Herat Mountains. Bring your most trusted generals and meet me in my office within the hour. Naturally, you’ll serve as our supreme commander.”
“Right away, sir,” Rassoul agreed.
- - - - - - - -
Ten Miles outside Rangesor
North Herat Mountains
The jeep kicked up an obnoxious amount of sand as it pulled into base camp in Outpost Mustafa. As soon as the jeep stopped, Pervez Aslam’s head hit against the rough metal interior – shaking him back to consciousness. Assuming he had arrived at his destination, he grabbed his gun, straightened his hat, and stepped out of the jeep. Almost immediately, the oppressive Jurzani sun beat down on him. Even at this altitude, the heat permeated across the land.
“Major Pervez Aslam,” a voiced called out.
Aslam turned in the direction of the voice. He recognized the face almost immediately as Lieutenant General Zakir Khalilzad. He was a tall, burley man. A cigar hung from his lips as he approached the Major.
“Welcome to Hell,” he said.
“It’s a pleasure to be here sir,” Aslam replied.
The Lieutenant General shook his head disapprovingly.
“There’s a fine line between respect and ass kissing,” he stated “This is Outpost Mustafa. The closest Jurzani base of operations to Khandahar.”
“About a day’s march if you’re quick,” Aslam agreed.
“I’m glad you think so,” the Lieutenant General replied.
The two men walked up to a tent and the Lieutenant General moved the flap covering the entrance. When Aslam stepped in, he noticed a group of eight other individuals, sitting around polishing their weapons. When the Lieutenant General entered, they immediately snapped to attention. However, the commanding officer played little attention to it. He walked up to a large map of Khandahar on the wall, which had several pins in it.
“Gentlemen,” the Lt. General began “Each of you have been hand selected by Central Command in Alaghan to engage an important mission in Khandahar. You, along with several other teams in undisclosed locations, will be tasked with entering Khandahar to conduct recon missions and meet up with local resistance leaders. I do not know what will happen in the coming days, but we need to be prepared for anything and we have precious little time to learn it.”
“There are significant resistance fighters across Khandahar,” he continued “And we need them to know they have the full support of the Islamic Republic. After you make contact with their leaders, we need to establish more stable lines of communication and supply. Alaghan is significantly increasing the deployment to this area in preparation of anything the Kadikistani throw at us.”
“We’re going into Khandahar?” one of the soldiers asked.
“Quite,” the Lt. General responded, with an annoyed tone “Obviously, your discretion is advised as if the Kadikistani discovered Jurzani soldiers – or should I say got any solid proof of Jurzani soldiers in Khandahar – we would have significant problems. However, at the present time, I hardly see it as a concern.”
“You’ll be briefed further later tonight. Tomorrow night, using the cover of night, you will enter Khandahar.”
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