[Forum Game] - Heart of Africa

[XVG]

A Toyota Hilux drove through a sandstorm, followed by a truck. The Darfur was prone to such weather, and it made navigation far harder than what Yusuf would have liked. He had dressed like a Tuareg, only his sunglasses standing out of his black clothes. And on the seat next to him were a beret and an AK-47. Backseat was full of his comrades. And so was the truck following them.

By Allah, this weather is awful. We will never get there in time. Brother, mark our latest position to the map.

Do not worry; we are dealing with the Janjaweed. They are used to waiting.

Brother, time to tell you about the glorious reality. Now we are also working with the Libyans. Directly. The colonel has funded and armed the Janjaweed. The Faylaq al-Islam and Tajammu al-Arabi are his tools in the region. But now, we will be dealing directly with the Mukhabarat al-Jamahiriya. So best remember our respect.
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Salaam Aleikun, Major. We are here. I am sure that our err, list of requests has been delivered to Tripoli.

Yes, indeed. The Mukhabarat al-Jamahiriya has taken it to the highest level. We are currently processing your request. However, we could use a show of your commitment in order for us to convince the necessary help from our leader.

I promise to you that I will give you a show of what we are able to do. Now, I have attached to this letter our maps of our soon to be established routes through Darfur. With the help of the various militias loyal to your government, we should be able to establish a route through the region, from Maatan al-Sarra through Darfur to well, our camps.

Yes, we will look at them, thank you.

And lastly, I will soon meet with various leaders of the Janjaweed proper. We need experienced volunteers ready to help in our struggle. Your influence in the matter would, of course, be fairly crucial to us. At last, there is a proper mission for the Faylaq al-Islam.

 

[Dadarian]

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Hallo, hallo to all my followers an friends. I'm DJ Akan an I'm here to sprea' te gift of music across te world. Tis is Central African Radio.

We here at CAR see te recent strike call of te Great People’s Socialist African Liberation Front an teir sister organisation te Sara National Front as an excellent way to test te limits of te Darko government.

Tey will eiter crumble beneat' te weight of our demands, as we te people are te inheriters of our country, or tey will show teir true colours an seek te strike down te protests. Eiter way, we te people will see tey full exten' of te corruption wit'in te government.

Now, I leave my favourite viewers with my favourite new music, straight from te Cameroon. Waka Waka all te way! Tis is DJ Akan, signing off.

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[Noco19]

Although the Grace of God has flourished in the lands of the Central African Republic, there remains one force intrinsically opposed to the religious sanctity and temporal stability of this blessed Republic - the Islamic community and its anarchist, socialist, and fear-mongering leadership. Only recently have we taken down the immoral tyrant Bokassa, and already the Islamist and Socialist demons seek to foster turmoil among our people and promote violence.

Worse yet, it seems as if large segments of this nation's miscreants have come in droves to support the initial volley of the "Sara National Front". The misguided loons following Yousef Coney and their chosen false prophet - the vile Gaddafi of Libya - leap at this opportunity to further the Islamist agenda, no doubt using this strikes to train their terrorist agents and prepare for their inevitable attack on the good people of this Republic.

Meanwhile, the juvenile demagogue on the radio, "DJ Akan", has chosen this time to reveal what many God-fearing Africans already feared - Central African Radio is a tool used to brainwash the youth of this Republic with teachings of disobedience, debauchery, and Islam. Though innocent on first glance, it is clear that the Devil exists within its radio waves, corrupting our Republic at its core. Should this continue, our future generations will grow to be sinners, rebuilding Sodom and Gomorrah in the heart of Africa!

And these are only the agents that have shown their face! Behind the scenes lies a shadowy network of malcontents who shall rise from the pits of Hell to engulf this Republic in unholy Hellfire. This cannot stand, and I shall make myself available to any who wish to know more about this imminent and dastardly plot of Islam, Socialism, and Satan, and assist in representing the forces of God in defending this nation.

God Bless the Central African Republic!

 

[Rothmann80]

To: Jean-Baptiste Kokate
Sir, I understand your plea for salvation and unity across the Republic, but religion isn't going to solve all of it.

Yours truly,
Francois Henri Mathieu, Founder and CEO of the United African Association (UAA)

 

[Firehound15]

Radio, Television, and Telecommunications in the Central African Republic

-MINI #1-​

Map of Radio Coverage in the Central African Republic - Red Stations are Inactive​

The situation in regards to radio in the Central African Republic is one of circumstance. The nation’s size means that many stations are needed to provide coverage to the entire country, while the economic instability and high prevalence of poverty helps to make large scale radio endeavors difficult and expensive. The largest radio cluster currently broadcasting provides service to many stations near the capital of Bangui, including Radio Centrafrique, or Central African Radio, which enjoys about 150,000 daily listeners and is one of the larger stations in Bangui, appealing to many younger Central Africans.

There are total of 12 radio stations, of which 6 are currently non-operational or inactive. Together these stations provide coverage in 10 out of 16 provinces, but in actuality only provide coverage to about 30% of the nation’s population, with around 60% of the covered population having access to radios. There are 80 radios and 2 televisions per 1000 people, and the only city with television coverage is the capital, Bangui.

Telecommunications is in even greater disarray, with approximately 6 telephones per 1000 people, and the vast majority of the nation lacking significant landlines. The majority of telecommunications is centered in Bangui, as well, with the government still heavily utilizing telegraph communication to relay orders between the military, government, and foreign diplomatic channels.

((The map isn’t exactly accurate, as it is modern, but it should give a good general idea of the location of radio stations in relation to population centers in the CAR.))

 

[Mikkel Glahder]

Dmitry sat at his desk in his relatively big flat, in Moscow and looked at reports from CAR. 'Civil unrest, islamic disobedience in the north. They are planning a general strike, as real comrades would do. They are muslims though, but still socialist' - he thought, a bit confused about those thoughts. 'They are our best choice though. Or, at least better than a military junta or the current government. Why don't the Red Army respond? Why don't they deploy troops to bring down these ideals. They need control and equality. Not a corrupt regime like now. How can the people not see that. It is clear and reasonable though. How come they do not understand the greatness of a collective state? How come?'

- His thoughts were disrupted by his wife stepping into the room.

"Dmitry darling, come to bed. You need sleep."

"Sleep? How can I have a peaceful sleep, when people around the world are being oppressed by dictators, that are mere puppets of the US? Can you tell me that?" - He responded.

"You can't be accounted for the whole world, they will follow the right path sooner or later. Just come to bed. Please" - She responded.

He looked at his watch and saw that it was 3:30 Am. 'Is it so late?' Dmitry went to bed. He was worried however, that the Central African people, would live under a brutal and oppresive dictatorship, if they did not rise up, or there was intervened from Soviet side....

 

[Rothmann80]

THE CURRENT STATUS OF THE UNITED AFRICAN ASSOCIATION

President, Founder and CEO: Francois Henri Mathieu (age 49)
Vice-President and Co-Founder: Jacob de Lieumont (age 46)
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- April 3, 1981 in Bangui, Central African Republic

Today was a great and proud moment for our association, as renowned Brigadier Gen. Benjamin Ubangi has declared his allegiance to our glorious cause.

It seemed just like an action movie to me. One of our country's most noble and honest men has taken the time out of his busy schedule to pledge his allegiance to us? Mind-boggling.

"...and yes, I solemnly swear to always defend the rights of every citizen in this fair country, sir."

Ubangi then shook our hands, and went off to his daily business.

- Francois H. Mathieu.

 

[Shynka]

The small basement, littered with guns, rockets and hand-made bombs, reeked of sweat. Twenty fighters slept in bunks along the hard dirt walls – at the foot of each bed stood an old rifle, permanently loaded. Three soldiers sat on guard at the entrance to the shop above, armed with concealed pistols, but in the case of a raid everyone had to be ready. Six men were playing cards on the floor in the middle, whilst another sat at an improvised desk, made of an empty crate and two buckets, scribbling away on a piece of cardboard. The plywood door opened, and all seven looked up at the boy that entered. No more than thirteen, he carried two RPG’s on his back, and tucked in behind his trousers it was easy to make out the outline of a Colt 1911. The boy placed the weapons in the larger pile by the desk, and then wiped the sweat from his brow.

“Was that the last of them?” The man behind the desk asked without looking up. The boy quickly counted, using his fingers to help, and then replied;

“Yes, should be it. There’s a man waiting for you in the shop, he looks important. Can I have it now?” He said, looking down beside the desk. A piece of stale cake stood on a clay plate, with a single fly marching across it.

“Yes, but don’t stay up any longer. Get some sleep.” The man replied, standing up from the desk. He reached down to a small cove in the wall behind him, pulling out a rusty revolver. He made sure the weapon was loaded before tucking it in behind his shirt.

“Thank you, Comrade Francis, and I don’t think you’ll be needing that gun.” The boy said, reaching for the plate.

“Why not?” Francis asked.

“I’m here.” The boy replied, with a grin on his face. Francis smiled and made way to the staircase. He climbed as fast as his injured leg would allow, emerging on the shop floor. The soldiers posing as clerks and sitting guard pointed him upstairs, and he reluctantly climbed the ladder to the attic.

“Good afternoon.” Said the figure occupying the wooden chair. He was lanky and skinny, and of Arabic complexion. His eyebrows were distractingly vivid, and his nose was so hooked he resembled a bird of prey.

“It’s not wise for you to come here.” Francis said, taking the stool opposite him. The man smiled.

“I fear only Allah.” The Pakistani replied after a moment, and his smile widened when he saw Francis give him a disapproving look.

“Say that to the muzzle of a rifle. What brings you here?”

“Apart from the sights? Wanted to oversee the last shipment. This mission is very important, there can be no mistakes this time.”

“I hear that three hundred times a week.” Francis said, angry. “And we’ll not repeat the last time.”

“Well, let’s pray for that. I’d feel much surer if you had an actual schedule of the building.”

“We won’t need it. We’ll be in and out, we’ll take what we need, and no one will stand in our way. Not with a rocket launcher pointing at them. And besides, why would they oppose us; we still not from them but from the elites. They will applaud us.”

“Your optimism better be well grounded. Who are you sending in your stead?”

“A mercenary from Egypt. He arrived here a month ago and is training our men at a camp outside the city; the Colonel trained him well, we don’t want that to go to waste. We think it’s best if it’s someone who doesn’t know too much about our structure here in case he gets captured. Six men will be with him, loyal men. I still wish I could go myself.”

“You’ll serve Allah in other ways, Francis. Now I have to go. The Colonel expects me to contact him in a few hours, better not risk his wrath.”

“May Allah bless both you both.”

 

[Korona]

The Central African Restorationist Movement and Affiliates
(CARMA)

Chairman: Napoleon Ndunga
Deputy Chairman: Mohammad Nairobi (NPC)

-To be updated-






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[Rothmann80]

To: Napoleon Imana Kafi Ndunga

Sir, I feel we need to discuss on some things. If you choose to do so, please meet me at my association's headquarters just south of the capital, Bangui.

Yours truly,
Francois Henri Mathieu, Founder and CEO of the United African Association (UAA)

 

[Dadarian]

Le Mouvement et Affiliés Restaurationniste Centrafricaine
(MARC)

Chairman: Napoleon Ndunga
Deputy Chairman: Mohammad Nairobi (NPC)

-To be updated-






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((Kek))

 

[sealy300]

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Name: Muhammed Ayoade
Date of Birth: 8 November 1952
Biography: Muhammed was born in the mostly Muslim north of the country, where he grew up in a village. He received an education mostly from the local imams and grew up with fundamentalist Islamic beliefs. During the Central African Empire he grew to a more left learning, seeing that the ideologies of Islam and socialism as two sides of the same coin. He then decided to join the Great People’s Socialist African Liberation Front to fight for the freedom from imperialist oppression that he perceived the nation to be under.

 

[Firehound15]

Remember that your militias are currently A. unformed and B. in dire need of supplies, so orders must be made IC in order to get supplies (weapons, ammunition, etc.) and soldiers. At the moment, only the military has soldiers and weapons, although an order is already being processed for one of the factions.

 

[baboushreturns]

A truck slipped across the border from Chad. A young officer wearing some very dark sunglasses was handed some Francs. The man said thank you brother and was off again. When the Sara's lifted the tarp they found the truck loaded with AK-47's and RPG's. The men thanked Allah and set about with their other preparations.

 

[Bonecracker(NL)]

The Toyota was driving through the desert once again. From tent to tent, from camp to camp, fro an oasis to another. Yousef and his lieutenants were touring the dwellings of the Darfur Arabs, the members of the feared but respected Janjaweed. These proud warriors could be most useful for the campaign of liberation, which would start sooner or later. Finally he arrived at Nyala, and proceeded to move to a secret camp further south, closer to his homeland’s border. There another member of the front was waiting.

Salaam Aleikum, brother. I come from the North. And yes, I met the Libyans, I met the Faylaq al-Islam and I met the Janjaweed. Now, we are still waiting for their reply, but I might have something for you from our own stockpiles.

In a corner of the camp stood a few other Toyotas, with boxes of ammunition and assault rifles on their cargo lavets.

Here we have these toys, look. AK-47s, 7,62mm bullets made in Egypt, here these made in China. And even a few FN FALs we have smuggled in. We will get more and more everyday, and once the Darfur route opens, much more. And look at this beauty, a DShK.

Dressed in old American Chocolate Chip pattern fatigues and with a cloth around his head, showing his face, Hussein’s normally thin and muscled body was obscured. It could still be seen behind the England football jersey he wore under his unbuttoned coat. He gleefully smiled at the stuff Yousef showed him, touching it, and remained focused on the boxes.

You know, this is some pretty good stuff, boss man. It’s better than what I’ve seen on the army. And I’m honoured that you give this to me. I’m sure that I’ll get a lot of boys who will enjoy this.

He then turned from the boxes to Yousef, with a stern look.

I respect you, man. But I don’t know what you think of me. I’ll just tell you that because I’ve had malaria more often than hot dinner, it don’t mean I’m stupid.

He then lightened up, laughed, and slapped Yousef on the shoulder.

What I mean is, I know you’ve got a job for me. Care to give me some details?

Yes. Our friends at the Mukhabarat in Tripoli want to see that we are serious. And by Allah, we are going to make this conflict of ours far more serious. The active phase will begin. Once we make a show of force, the Libyans will note it, the Sudanese will note and most importantly our faithful brothers all across our homeland will note it. The Green Revolution in Central Africa will start soon, and I will entrust you to ignite it.

Yousef grabbed the portfolio on the seat next to him and opened it. Maps, photographs and other details were arranged clearly and information was available in French and Arabic.

Here, this has been drafted together with our various friends. Look through the notes, select your men, train them and then implement it. I am sure you will not fail our cause, brother.

Hussein took the notes and looked through them. It's the shittiest town in the country, and I don't know why you'd want this place of all, but I won’t let you down. When do you want this done? That’ll decide how far my preparations will go.

Yousef paused for a moment to think.

Let’s just say, as soon as possible. Within a few weeks would of course be more than ideal. I let you choose the date. But please, choose the right weekdays. We both know what those are, right? Anyway, better start working now, right? I have to make another tour north soon. I will come back to oversee the preparations later.

Yousef grabbed his sunglasses and his beret and opened the door wide open. Before slamming in the door, he remembered one thing. His hand stretched to the back seat, and he grabbed a cardboard package.

Here, take these for the boys. Something to read while having spare time. Indoctrination is an important part of every struggle. But now, I will go again. May Allah be with you, brother.

Allah be with you, boss. Hussein took the box and carried it inside after waving Yousef off. How many of you can read?, he yelled inside.

 

[oxfordroyale]

It was noon, and the courtyard in Bangui was sweltering under a red hot sun hanging in a cloudless sky. General Ubangi wiped the top of his head with a handkerchief and tugged at his collar to let some air into his uniform. It was one of the hottest days he had ever experienced, and it was only April.

This summer will be deadly, he thought to himself. He grimaced. And not entirely due to the heat.

The tension and discord in the nation was palpable - a force unseen, but felt by all. He felt it when he walked the streets, looked into people's faces, listened to the radio broadcasts. People were scared, and the times were uncertain. Violence and crime was on the rise. Whole towns were becoming engulfed by protesters - for now they were mostly peaceful, but how long would that remain the case? Just the other night a brick was thrown thrown the window of a prominent politician's residence; the police claimed it was the work of Islamic socialists. A storm was brewing, and Ubangi feared it would be one of the worst in living memory.

That is why he'd assembled his men in the courtyard. They needed to be trained. They needed to be ready for what was to come, if they were to survive. There were forces at work who wished to irrevocably change the nature of the Republic forever.

When the time came, his men would be killers. Democracy had to be secured - at any costs.

(Train the government forces. Ensure they will be ready to respond to insurgent and rebel threats.)

 

[Mikkel Glahder]

Dmitry stood there. In the cold night, some kilometres from Moscow proper. He stood there, with his ten men and four trucks. He still felt cold and alone, as he looked out in the emptyness. He had just said goodbye to his wife and son. They didn't want him to leave. He had told them not to worry, or as he said to his son: "Pappa is going away, to spread the glorious world revolution. I'll be back when my duty is done. Don't worry." His son, Mikhail, did not understand this. He didn't want him to leave. Neither did his wife, Natasha. "Are you just going to leave me? For what? A distant African nation? Please. Please don't leave me and Mikhail alone..." She had said. He had said made sure that his father and mother could come and take care of Mikhail. They didn't want him to leave either. Their only surviving son. He had left them all. He stood alone. Or so he felt. But it was too late now. He stood with his squad. Armed to their teeth and looking grim. "Dmitry." His thoughts was disturbed by one of his men. "Should we check trucks or what?" Ulman said. Dmitry stood still, a bit confused. "Colonel? Is something wrong? Is it your family?" "It's nothing, I was just.... daydreaming. That's all." He responded. "Don't press yourself too hard colonel. We don't want you dead before we reach Lybia, do we?." Ulman said laughing. "Now, let us check those trucks."

Dmitry walked over to the first one. Opened up and looked inside. Plenty of weapons and ammunition. AK-47's, RPG's and other military supplies you would need for a war. It was the same in the others. He signaled to the first truck driver, and the convoy drove off. Down south, to, by ship, get to Lybia. It was a long journey, he knew that. "Are we ready?" He asked. "We are." Said all in his squad. "Lets go then." They walked to their own truck and drove to the military airbase. Took a plane and was on their way to Lybia. 'I'm now alone... Only me, my gun, and my men. Is this what I wanted when I left my family behind? Is this what Marx wanted? Is communism the right thing? I have too many questions. To few answers.'

 

[Firehound15]

1981 Central African Coup d’Etat

-MINI #2-​

Soldiers in the President’s office during the 1981 Coup D’Etat.​

Dacko’s unpopular government had two major issues: a severe drought of allies and an overabundance of enemies. This was further exacerbated by his inability to maintain supporters within his own country, and less than a month and a half into his new term, he was faced with a coup attempt led by Ga’far Muhammad Oueddei, the Islamic commander of the nation’s Gendarmerie, or military police.

Oueddei’s plan involved the seizure of the government radio station in Bangui, followed by an attack on the government offices and finally the capture of the Presidential Palace. His forces in total numbered nearly 1800 men, however his forces in Bangui only accounted for little more than half of that estimate and by the official counts only around 950 gendarmes were stationed in the area. The gendarmes were not alone, however, and expected reinforcements from Generals Kolingba and Ubangi. While Kolingba wholeheartedly supported the attempt, Ubangi feared that Oueddei would attempt to establish himself as a dictator, and his readiness in regard to escape made that clear to his closest comrades.

The first step in Oueddei’s plan, the seizure of the government radio station was faced with little challenge, with the undefended and unaware building being stormed and readied for new broadcasts. Contemporaneously, another detachment was sent to capture the government office block down the avenue from the Presidential Palace. The government offices were well-guarded in contrast to the radio station, but the majority of guards were under the command of Oueddei, and those that weren’t were quickly forced to comply.

By this point President Dacko had received word that the Gendarmerie was attempting to take over the government. He rapidly sent a message to the French soldiers stationed in the area, asking for their assistance in escaping, but this request fell on deaf ears and Dacko was forced to have his guards erect barricades in defense of the Presidential Palace. He had hoped to put up a resistance in the Palace when, much to his dismay, his Presidential Guards raised a white flag to the numerically superior Gendarmerie. With no challenge to their entry, the gendarmes stormed the Palace and found Dacko, who they quickly and summarily executed in his office without trial. His corpse was thrown from the window, and space was made for the new leader of the nation, Ga’far Muhammad Oueddei.

Oueddei’s immediate actions were to assume control of both the Presidency and Prime Ministry, declare General Kolingba the Minister of Defence, to appoint General Ubangi as Chief of Staff, and to disband the National Assembly in conjunction with the Constitution. By the end of the day, Oueddei had claimed to have declared a new provisional government, and who better to lead it than himself?


((So, Maxwell is now in charge of the government, and Dacko is dead, so that's fun.))

 

[oxfordroyale]

The French puppet Dacko has been overthrown, and now the road to true democracy for the nation lies open to us. While the former President's death is unfortunate, his ineffectiveness and dependence on imperialistic, exploitative foreign support was a cancer at the heart of this Republic. I look forward to watching the first free and fair elections in the Republic of Central Africa take place after the country has been secured. I congratulate President Oueddei on his victory and look forward to seeing him shepherd the nation until it can stand on its own two feet, proud and strong.

- Brigadier General Benjamin Ubangi, Chief of Staff

 

[aedan777]

Colonel Louis Mouza was confused and worried that neither his superiors in the military, nor President Dacko had made any attempt to communicate with him what was going on during the coup, With the President now dead, and Oueddei in charge, it seems the situation had resolved itself quickly enough, but Mouza was not optimistic enough to think that this was the end of troubles in the CAR. Without any orders or communication still, Mouza decided to adopt a wait-and-see approach until someone in the government remembered he existed.