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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Erwinfoxjj Date: May 14, 2013, 4:28 pm
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The plane landed on the runway and Aioki Yaswan looked out the
window to see the white buildings of Mogash against the sea of
grass. He was finally in Surybaya again, the last time he was
here was during the Surybayan Incursion, which admittedly left a
bad taste in his mouth. Many of the buildings he could still see
had damage from the battle just a few years ago. He looked back,
checking on his team of thirty or so operatives, they all looked
out their windows solemnly as well. They were Commando Brigade
100, and they had all fought here in 1946 when the Surybayans
invaded their homeland, but that was the past. Now they had to
focus on discovering what the hell was happening with the
missing people. Intelligence gathering over the last month had
unveiled something quite discomforting, numerous missing persons
across the world from every nation.
"This is it boys and girls," Yaswan stood up wearing casual
clothes and black sun glasses, "Remember why we are here. It is
not revenge, it is to find what is going on and end it. We will
not discuss politics, we will not fight even when provoked. We
are guests and they are footing the bill, if you want to get
back at them," He smirked, "Order room service." His crew
chuckled and retrieved their bags.
The plane came to a halt and the team filed off the plane onto
the runway. It was hot and no clouds lingered over the city, and
even worse no breeze pushed them. A still and stagnant heat,
Yaswan remembered, was always the worse. A small group of five
men approached Yaswan, four of them were armed and uniformed
guards, the fifth man wore a business suit and was younger than
any of the people on Yaswans team.
"Kitch Armandi," he said as he held out his hand. Yaswan let it
linger for a moment before shaking it and waiting. "You are the
investigators I have been told about. Please excuse the guards,
the last time we had Commando 100 here, as I am sure you
remember, it was not under quite the same circumstances." Yaswan
caught what the man was saying but he let it stay at that. "I
see you don't talk much, if you follow us we will drive you to
the hotel where your team can rest and we can talk." Yaswan did
not like this man, not at all.
His team got their bags and trunks and followed the Surybayans
to a row of waiting trucks, all bearing the emblem of Surybaya.
Yaswan looked at his team and smiled, the team grinned back and
they all stopped in their tracks outside the airport. Over head
the sound of helicopters grew closer and closer, Armandi was
puzzled and searched the sky with his guards.
"That way, boy." Yaswan said as he pointed to the east. Nyekundu
Tumbisi and Pundamilia helicopters roared out of the horizon and
streaked over head creating cricling patterns. Huge clouds of
dust roared up from the grasslands as Chura Scout cars roared
forward at full speed. Armandi looked at Yaswan in shock, unsure
what to do, while his guards pointed their rifles at the sky and
ran behind the trucks. "Do not worry, they will only fire if you
fire.You see, boy, we brought our own transport. Oh, and I think
your footing the bill for gas and repairs, and see, those scout
cars really need some major repairs." Yaswan smiled as the boy
with his mouth agape. The team mounted the scout cars and Yaswan
shouted to Armandi, "Lead on, boy." Armandi was furious, but
what could he do. The trucks rumbled to life, reluctantly, and
grumbled forward. The trucks entered the city first and the
helicopters moved over head scanning roof tops and the horizon
alike while Yaswan's team drove into the white jungle. The
buildings were old and cracking, many had bullet holes in them
and even more had the odd missing wall or roof section. Trash
was strewn about the streets where children played and people
gathered to see the column moving. The team noted that the
occasional rock found its way into the car or bounced off the
side, which quickly ceased when the machine guns were levelled
at the agitators.
After a half hour of driving through all too familiar streets
the column arrived outside the Ritzgerald Hotel, a twenty three
story blue glass building in separated from the city by a
thirteen foot high wall. The hotel towered over the city like a
quiet giant,and Yaswan recognized the crudely repaired whole in
the concrete wall where they had blown out a portion during the
raid to capture Emir Gotswana, the man responsible for leading
the attack into Nyekundu. It was of no matter to him now though,
they had a boring job to investigate and ask questions, this
didn't mean that he didn't carry a gun or two with him still.
The steel gates opened and the convoy rolled into the compound.
The trucks waited outside and the team dismounted their cars
examining the immense beauty of the privately owned building in
the day light, it looked very different from at night.
"Thank you, boy, but I think we know our way around here well
enough." Yaswan stated. Armandi's fist clinched for just a split
second, just long enough for Yaswan to noticed. "That would be a
very bad idea, boy." Without a word Armandi turned on heel and
stormed out back into the trucks with his guards. "Well that
could have gone worse I think." The team smiled and unloaded
their bags before entering the lobby of the hotel.
Inside they were met by a waterfall towering twelve feet high
and red velvety floors. Uniformed attendants offered to take the
bags and lead the team to their rooms but the men held tight to
their bags. The attendants led them up to the thirteenth floor,
per Yaswans request, and they established themselves in the
rooms. It was luxury above luxury with satin sheets, gold bed
frames, purple and red curtain, telephones in every room, and
spotless bathrooms with lightly scented towels. The Commandos
let loose for a short time and revelled in the luxury, as the
majority of the time they lived in run down warehouses, derelict
buildings, and condemned factories. Yaswan understood and let
them revel, in fact while he would not admit it, he was quite
pleased with this change of pace and ordered three bottles of
the hotels finest champagne, ensuring that it was on the
Surybayan tab. The rest of the day was spent setting up security
protocols and then pool side leisure with the occasional drink.
It was time to celebrate and no one would begrudge them of this.
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Erwinfoxjj Date: May 14, 2013, 5:43 pm
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The next morning the team woke early to begin their work. First
Yaswan would travel to the prison and talk to captured slave
traders and criminals, then he would head to the National
Investigations building and speak to the Chief. It was going to
be a long day but he had hope of learning something at least.
The rest of his team would be setting up the makeshift offices
and begin pouring over the documents provided by Ain Sallah and
Surybaya. Yaswan left wearing his casual suit again, making sure
his pistol was secured in its holster. When he reached the lobby
Armandi was waiting for him with the same four guards, Yaswan
would have expected nothing less.
"Lets go," Armandi said, "We have a meeting in an hour at
Chagual prison." Yaswan followed him outside where a glossy
black car waited for them. Behind it two trucks obviously loaded
with soldiers flanked the car front and back. Yaswan ducked into
the car and slid across the leather seats. Cool air blew against
him from inside the vehicle, a pleasant break from the outside
heat. The convoy rumbled to life and the trucks begrudgingly
pushed forwards through the city. Fourty minutes of silence they
rode before reaching the walls and fences covered in razor wire
of the prison. Security towers across the prison began radioing
eachother and the gate infront of them opened. When Yaswan
exited the car several prison officers approached him and
reached out to search him, only to be met with arm bars and
boots on their chests as they looked onwards to the sky.
"He is fine," Armandi said, "Would you kindly let them go."
Yaswan released all three of the officers who got up and shook
the dirt off them. Many angry glares caught his eye as he walked
into the prison. "You will be meeting with Iki Vogt, he is a
known member of the Joka gang. You have twenty minutes, no
touching. Do you understand?" Yaswan looked at Armandi and began
walking to the interrogation room. The building was kept in
fairly good order, even if it did smell off to him.
In the room a metal table sat in the center with two chairs, one
already occupied by a skinny black man, tattoos covering his
body. Yaswan took carefull notice of each and every single one.
Dragons were predominant with snakes coming in at a close
second. The only tattoo he cared about though was one that
appeared to be made by scarring the man, it was one he had never
seen before and hidden amongst the dragons circling it.
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"Twenty minutes." reminded Armandi. With that Yaswan entered the
dimly lit room and sat infront of the man, although man is a
loose term used here. He resembled more of a beast, his eyes
were filled with rage, his teeth clenched tight.
"My name is Yaswan." He started, "You are going to tell me
everything I want to know. Do you understand?" he asked firmly.
Iki roared out and lashed at Yaswan with his chained hands,
although he knew he couldn't reach him. Yaswan sat firm and
looked him dead in the eye, leaning closer and closer until
Iki's hand clawed unmeasurably close to his eyes, yet he did not
blink. Finally Yaswan jumped up and slammed his chair under the
handle of the door sealing them both in. Immediately Armandi
knew what was happening and began having his men try and get
into the room. Yaswan reveiled his pistol and bullet into each
of the handcuffs unleashing the beast man. He charged forward at
Yaswan only to meet his boot in the face breaking his nose.
Blood flowed freely from both nostrils as the wounded beast fell
backwards to the floor. Yaswan pounced pinning the man to the
floor and trapping him.
"Now that we have an understanding I am going to ask you some
questions, and you will tell me what I want to know. Do you
understand?" Yaswan asked again. This time Iki answered by
spitting at Yaswan which he narrowly dodged. "I see, maybe I
need to clear things up between you and me." He plaed the barrel
of his pistol against Iki's hand and squeezed the trigger
leaving a bloody hole in his hand and the floor. Iki screamed
out, his rage suddenly broken by the intense pain shooting
through him now. "Must I ask you again?" Yaswan said.
"Go to hell!" Were Iki's first words, a poor choice too as
Yaswan placed the pistol against his other hand. "Stop! Stop!
What do you want, devil!" Iki cried out.
"Good, I was hoping we were done with the formalities. Now, I
want to know who is selling my people." Yaswan said through his
teeth.
"I don't know, I don't know what your talking about!"
"Well, thats just too bad." Yaswan squeezed the trigger again
leaving behind another mangled hand. "Your running out of
strikes, Iki. I know you were captured crossing the border in
Mashariki, I know you were caught with a truck full of people
crossing that border. Now, do you want to use another strike or
are you going to answer me?" Yaswan was starting to show his
anger as his pistol moved south to Iki's genitals.
"JOKA! JOKA!" Iki screamed out and Yaswan raised the pistol. "I
was being paid to drive the truck! I will tell you everything
but you have to promise my safety!"
"Iki, nothing in this life is certain. Promises are made
everyday, and lies are told every minute. Should you provide
something more tangible, something I can use, we will discuss, a
reward, as it were." Yaswan lowered the pistol again.
"OK! OK! I worked for the Suryashi Gang, it's like three hundred
of us. We ran guns to other gangs and took people for some guy.
I would drive the truck out of Mashariki and meet some man from
Ain Sallah I think. He would pay me and take the truck. All I
know is that I heard our boss talking about Joka or something.
They supply the guns in exchange for us driving the trucks and
getting them the product!" Iki was whining at this point.
"Very good, now where can I find your boss, or this man from Ain
Sallah?" Yaswan asked, mildly pleased.
"I can't," Iki shook his head, "He'll kill me!"
"Iki, so will I." Yaswan's pistol pressed hard against Iki's
head and Iki yelled out.
"Hasali, his name is Hasali. He lives here in the Faj district!
Please don't!" Yaswan removed the gun as the guards finally
broke the door down and rushed in with guns levelled at Yaswan.
"Make sure this man gets medical attention and put him in
solitary. Let's go Armandi." Yaswan said as he holstered his
gun. He walked though the nervous guards as Iki's cries filled
the room. Armandi was shocked at the barbarity, but secretly
thought more force like this would get results. Still, Armandi
had to object but the words fell on deaf ears as Yaswan got back
into the car outside. They drove back to the Ritzgerald in
silence, but tensions were much higher this time. Yaswan left
the silent Armandi in the car and went back to his room to meet
with team and discuss what they he had discovered. The next step
was catching Hasali and figuring out what Joka was or meant.
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Erwinfoxjj Date: May 14, 2013, 7:44 pm
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The helicopters flew fast over the city of Mogash, headed
straight for the Faj district. The last week had been relaitvely
boring stuff for Yaswan and his team, so this was quite the
treat finally. For the last week they had been gathering
information on the Faj district for the last several days,
identifying key targets, safe houses, going over road maps, and
preparing for today. Their plan was to launch a snatch and grab
mission, three teams would hit three safe houses and grab
Hasali, they would then exfiltrate from the rooftops while
Attack helicopters would cover the Korongo's. The Faj district
was well known for its criminal activity and typically avoided
by the Surybayan government and police forces, today they would
be invading it.
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The helicopters approached closer to the delapidated district as
smoke rose into the air, black columns acting as a signal to the
rest of the district. Yaswan saw this and they had planned for
it, a fourth team hovered to capture any vehicles leaving the
district. The helicopters pressed on until they hovered over the
safe houses waiting for the go word while the Pundamilia
helicopters swept the roofs of gunmen firing at them. One
helicopter loosed a rocket at a building where a Dual AA gun was
being uncovered from its tarp. The explosion shook the streets
as debris flew up and out in a ball of fire, then the word came
from Yaswan.
"Barra Barra Barra!" Ropes fell from the helicopter to the
buildings roof and the commandos touched down. The teams cleared
the two safehouses with no casualties killing many of the gunmen
before exfiltrating, the third safehouse however held Hasali. In
a fierce fire fight leading to the death of one commando and two
others injured Hasali was detained and his bodyguards all
cleared. When the helicopters left both safe houses were leveled
leaving behind three piles of ruble and smoke. Surybayan forces
then followed up in a clearing action that left numerous dead
and the district on fire. In Nyekundu the operation was
considered a success and Surybayan officials claimed that all
crime in the city had been cleared out. The show of force
pleased the Commandos and questioning would soon begin on
Hasali. It was only a matter of time.
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Half-Blood Date: May 15, 2013, 5:25 pm
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Deal Struck between Talamh Bailé and Nyekundu for 14 Gallant
Class Destroyers, 8 Dremok class Battleships and 2 Eitleán class
Aircraft Carriers, along with the 10 brand new Missile Cruisers
that were previously ordered
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Destroyer Gallant
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Battleship Dremok
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Aircraft Carrier Eitleán
Missile Cruisers (Classified)
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Erwinfoxjj Date: May 15, 2013, 5:57 pm
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March Budget: $52.5 Billion
$3 Billion for 14 DD, 8 BB, 2 CV from Talamh Baile
$8 Billion for CV outfit
Counter Espionage: $3 Billion (+8)
Payment on CV: $2 Billion (16 billion balance)
Government Operations: $6 Billion for government operations and
continuing social programs
Sea and Air Port Improvements, Interstate Development, and rail
improvement: $5 Billion
Other: $10 Billion to open BOS steel factories, automotive
factories, and convert existing factories not in use (6 months
to build factories, 2 months to convert)
Military Research into Personal Body Armour and advanced tank
armour: $2 Billion
Military Aid to East Chetamul: $2 Billion
$11 Billion for Freedonian Comic Books, 1000 feet of flightline,
and 200 galloons of jet wash
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Erwinfoxjj Date: May 15, 2013, 7:26 pm
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It had been hours and still nothing useful had been learned from
Hasali. Yaswan watched from the one way mirror in the dark room,
he was getting tired of this impudent man. Jik had spent the
last three hours talking to Hasali and trying to get intel on
the Joka, but all he had so far was the location of a warehouse
in the south and the rest of the Suryashi gang. While it would
help to an extant it wasn't anything useful, until the pliers
came out. After only an hour of some light, persuasion, in the
hotel Hasali was ready to talk to Yaswan.
"You wanted to speak to me?" Yaswan asked. He looked at the
older man who was worn and tired, ready to either die or go to
sleep, it didn't matter.
"I will tell you," Hasali hesitated, "I can tell you who I work
for." Yaswan was ready to listen intently, "He is called Ali
Shallagh, he is an Ain Sallahan. We traded him the people for
guns and money. He would then take them here to Mogash and a
Shipping minister would clear his freight ships to leave for Ain
Sallah. After that I don't know, but he made us all get this
tattoo when we began working for him." He flipped his arm and
showed Yaswan the same symbol as was on the prisoner Iki.
"Thank you." Yaswan said, "Would you like a cigarette?" He
offered one and Hasali leaned forward and picked it out of the
pack with his trembling lips. Yaswan lit it for him and say down
across from Hasali.
"You know they will kill me for this, right?" Hasali asked as he
took long and hard drags. "At least it will be quicker than..."
He was cut off by bullet passing through his skull. The
commandos grabbed their guns and took cover away from the
numerous windows. Yaswan traced the clean hole in the cracking
window to a roof top where two men were hastily packing a duffel
bag.
Taking careful aim with his scoped rifle he lined the cross
hairs up on one of the men, both appeared to be of Ain Sallah
ethnicity. With a gentle squeeze he sent the bullet flying out
to the roughly 1,000 yard distant target and watched a red cloud
spray out and catch the window, the second man turned just in
time to catch the second bullet. From bellow in the street the
commandos heard the unmistakable spray of machine gun fire and
screams. The commandos moved in their teams into the hallway and
prepared to move down the flight of stairs when the sounds of a
gun battle in the lobby caught their ear. The teams took covered
positions covering the elevators and stair ways waiting for the
attackers, they had to be after them, why else attack a hotel.
As the thought crossed Yaswan's mind explosions rocked the 13th
floor, rockets he thought. Glass, metal, wood, and other bits of
material covered the rooms starting fires.
The first stack of enemies came up and out of the stair way
recklessly only to be met with machinegun fire from Jik. The
next stack they heard stop in the stairway, a poor decision if
you asked Yaswan as he tossed a hand grenade down the stairs.
The explosion deafened the commandos for a brief minute and the
elevator began moving. Pila watched the numbers rise from the
lobby to the first floor, second to the third, and so on until
the number stopped at the thirteenth floor. Pila ready her rifle
and as soon as the door opened she saw the four men in civilian
clothes armed with rifles and submachine guns. With out
hesitation she unleashed the contents of her magazine into them
leaving blood covering the elevator and bullet holes in the back
of it.
In a matter of minutes the gunfire ceased and all was quiet,
save for the numerous alarms and sirens sounding in the city.
Yaswan gathered his commandos, no casualties, and the majority
of their equipment was safe as were the most important
documents.The team worked quickly to put out the fires and
secure the rooms. Below Yaswan checked the damages, dozens dead
or wounded and chaos. Fitch Armandi was amongst the dead with a
message nailed to his chest.
"This is a warning from the foot soldiers of Joka, stop now or
die." Yaswan pocketed the message and made his way back to the
room. The following weeks were filled with saving face, repairs,
and negotiating with the Surybayans to continue the
investigation. Yaswan even attended the funeral of Fitch Armandi
and became the most hated man in Surybaya, they blamed him for
the attack. He knew it was time to move south, and fast. They
had to secure the warehouse and clean out the headless Suryashi
gang. After that, the next step was Ain Sallah.
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Fashiontopia Date: May 16, 2013, 7:05 am
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Request to Nyekundu
After completing your ballistics inspections on each of the
weapons please turn them over to their native nation's Law
Enforcement agencies with the request that they use them
specifically to target international gang members.
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Peaceman Date: May 18, 2013, 12:54 am
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Week #3 Event
Elements of the Nyekundu Army have crossed the border into
Surabaya. In what they claim is an act of vengeance justified by
actions of Surabaya in the past and now. They have massacred 800
civilians and police in a village in Surabaya.
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: Erwinfoxjj Date: May 18, 2013, 7:52 pm
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A public report released today indicates that the village
attacked was a Suryashi stronghold and valiantly destroyed by
Nyekundu army personnel. Privately between Nyekundu and Surabaya
an investigation is on going while elements of the 4/6th
Infantry Battalion are being held in a military prison. $500
million has been diverted to covering up the event and going
into the investigation.
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Re: Nation- Nyekundu
By: antiklaus Date: May 20, 2013, 2:59 pm
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WEEK 4 EVENT:
During one of the recent gunfights in Surabaya one of your
radios was damaged and the repair technician, Fufu Janbe made a
most unsettling discovery. A small high-tech device was planted
along the crystal diode in such a fashion as to monitor all
communications and broadcast them on a different, rarely-used
frequency. Uncertain of what action to take, he examined all
the field radios and discovered similar devices. Concerned
about the source, but uncertain about how widespread the problem
was, or even what the source was, he examined two dozen more at
random from field radios across multiple posts. Similar devices
were found in nine, all of which were newer, but from various
factories across the nation. After getting approval to meet
with the top brass, he brings these results to the station
commander, dropping a dozen of the devices on his desk.
"Technician Fufu. Your discovery is most disturbing in
light of recent events. This means that any of our operations
could be - and may have been compromised!"
"I realize this, sir," Fufu gasped, "Which is why we need to
launch yet another investigation immediately... but discreetly.
We cannot trust our radios - which is why I reported in person."
Commander Intebe scowled, deep creases forming in his plump
face.
"Our eyes already scan the horizon for traitors. We can
scarcely afford more to track down rats in our factories - and
who knows if these eyes would reveal our hidden blade to the
enemy. They are aware of our spear - but ..."
Intebe sighs for a long moment and says, "Take a seat, Fufu..."
and offered the man a cigar.
"But sir..." he replied, humbly.
"But nothing. I have a favor to ask of you. And your answer
better be, 'yes sir' without hesitation!"
"Yes sir" replied Fufu, cautiously taking a seat and reaching
for the expensive Freedonian Fumarol.
He bit the end off and lit it with the Commander's silver
lighter.
"I want you to track this signal. I want to know it's range...
what kind of signals it's sending, if any, and I want the
results by tomorrow. And if you mention what you are doing to
anyone... I'll be smoking a cigar at your execution."
"Yes sir!" he hastily snapped back, coughing slightly from the
heady smoke in his lungs.
"Go... now. And take your cigar."
The next morning, Technician Fufu returned, surprised at not
having to wait for an appointment. He was led in without delay.
"Sit..." the commander said, "and speak."
"Well, there is some good news, and some bad news."
"I am never one to quail at bad news," the commander chuffed,
"Tell me, already!"
"I was able to trace down the frequency of one of the devices,
and I heard the voice of one of our top military commanders
giving orders to soldiers on a mission in Surabaya."
"This is bad, but..." the Commander said.
"That isn't the bad news," Fufu interrupted with urgency, "I
heard another voice on channel, speaking in the tongue of the
Chendu. It said 'With the investigators on a wild goose hunt in
Ain Sallah, that the Joka would be free to unleash the dragon
upon Duga, and set the wolves upon Magharibi with no resistance.
I don't..."
"You will speak of this to no one. Leave. I will contact
you..."
He was interrupted once again, by the urgent Fufu.
"But I didn't give you the good news." he pleaded.
"Make quick with it, then. And if you interrupt me once more, I
will have your tongue as an ink blotter!"
"Well, because of the low power usage, and the fact that it has
to piggyback our communications, these devices would only be
capable of a relatively short communication. No more than 100
kilometers... unless they were piggybacking the signals across
many of them."
The commander's scowl turned even more sour by the second.
"That's not good news, you fool! That's the worst news! That
means this Joka pestilence is within our very walls!"
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