Sorry for the double post...
The only relevant ones I know of was Angola ('88) and Namibia ('89).
P&S-No Rest for the Wicked
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The only relevant ones I know of was Angola ('88) and Namibia ('89).
The UN aid missions then are really all dead now then. Or going to be dead by Christmas.
Otherwise, I just woke up so I dont have a dedicated response yet, beyond a huge Thankyou! Shurik, that is going to make my next update (working on), alot better.
Trying to figure out where Libya/Tanzania could get the resources to manufacture Munitions. But the stealing additional stockpiles is an interesting idea. Hmmm
Otherwise, I just woke up so I dont have a dedicated response yet, beyond a huge Thankyou! Shurik, that is going to make my next update (working on), alot better.
Trying to figure out where Libya/Tanzania could get the resources to manufacture Munitions. But the stealing additional stockpiles is an interesting idea. Hmmm
Given the lack of foresight in most African govts at the time (and still today), and equivalent inability to really plan for such an expansion of industrial capability... I'd think they won't get their act together for quite a while. Oil shouldn't be too big of a deal, as there are regional producers... assuming the refineries aren't hit and can actually be kept on line... (a challenge in of itself)...
I'm not sure they would. Why bother to make something, when you can just take it from a weaker neighbor? No. This would get really ugly, really quick.
Wars will be about(in this order):
(1) Revenge/Conquest/Power Expansion
(2) Mechanical, Industrial, and Military Supplies
(3) Food (and Water in some areas)
And by the time we get to this level, the entire area will be about as rock-bottom as you can imagine.
South Africa and Kenya really stand to be the victors in this mess. While they will have been seriously gutted by strikes (my guess), they would also be just about the only repositories of people (in the countryside and smaller cities) who know how to actually do anything.
Additionally, South Africa in particular is at the tail end of being forced to essentially supply all their own military needs in a decades long war. So even though the bulk of their industrial capability is gone, they (along with Kenya to a lesser extent) will be the big arms dealers in this corner of the world once they can get the pieces pulled back together. And it'll probably happen just as the mass genocide/continent wide bush/civil-war-gone-to-hell is winding down due to running out of stuff to shoot the other guy with.
Ah ha.
About 5 minutes ago I realized that there was a whole Canon/pre-written up universe for this thing.
If it was all in one place, I would. It's having to scan through pages of comments to dig out the 1~2 relevant updates that makes it difficult.
If it was all in one place, I would. It's having to scan through pages of comments to dig out the 1~2 relevant updates that makes it difficult.
I'm telling you, if this goes on, we're going to need a dedicated "Protect & Survive" forum.
I wonder which celebrities are on the continent?
I know "We Are The World" was recorded in 1985, but leading up to that, I imagine some of the folks from that group were up to in terms of visiting locales and folks in Africa.
I know "We Are The World" was recorded in 1985, but leading up to that, I imagine some of the folks from that group were up to in terms of visiting locales and folks in Africa.
Don't say that too loud or everything might get moved to the Shared Worlds Forum.
No Rest for the Wicked
Act I, Scene 3-In which a mercenary meets a King, a country compiles a list, and anarchy moves north.
H-Hour +7 Days
A week after Armageddon, the picture in Africa was beginning to become more apparent. Civil order had disintegrated in the areas that had once been South Africa, Botswana, Zimbabwe, and the other states, as countries and peoples fought to the bloody end. Though the conflict would continue for several years, within a week after H-Hour, organized government had vanished in most of the states South of Katanga, with the notable exception of Tanzania. At the time, “order” and “government” would exist in the areas that had been wrecked by the death thorough of Apartide, but only in the form of local warlords. In South Africa, and the areas that had been home to the final war, brutality of a sort not seen since the Eastern Front in World War Two continued onward, with many no longer obeying orders from any sort of centralized government authority. Whole villages and towns were massacred with gun, axe, machete, and fire. Isolated fortresses of South African and Rhodesian Whites retreated into the Transvaal Countryside and the LivingstonVictoria Falls / Bulawaye area Zimbabwe to establish a fortress, but they swiftly came under attack by armed rebel militias. In Namibia, the UN peacekeepers largely surrendered, only to find themselves subject to revolutionary justice, as SWAPO, the ANC, and the City State of Walvis Bay entered into a staredown, with Walvis Bay Claiming to have an Atomic Bomb, and nobody sure what to believe. /
In Tanzania and Katanga, order of a sort was preserved, but it was the sort of order of the grave, as militias massacred anyone who would become an enemy of the state. Even so, Julius Nyrere relocated his government to Zanzibar for the first six months of the crisis, though he would make contact with a remnant Kenyan government in Mombasa, and while relations were shaky at first, it would sow the seeds for something much greater.
Madagascar would become a success story, or at least one as could exist in Africa at the time. The Admiral of Madagascar, Didier Ratsiraka, had anyone who approached Madagascar fired on. Roving bands of militia and army units shot, stabbed, and hacked any refugees who came ashore. Even so, fallout plumes and famine would cut Madagascar’s population in half, and the small nation would resemble a hermit Kingdom for many years to come, reducing itself to an early 1900s technological basis, if one that allowed it to soldier on.
Enter Desperate Times Calling for Desperate Measures
The Airforce Colonel walks in and salutes the Prime Minister. Libyan camera equipped Mig-23s had gone down as far as the Sudan, and as far west as the ruins of Dakar and they had managed to set scattered reports of what was happening in the Congo, as the area reverted the stone age with assault rifles. The Colonel puts a folder on the Prime Ministers desk. Prime Minster Jadallah Azzuz at-Talhi had not been prepared for this job. But he is making do. The Colonel says
“This is what you wanted. The list of the targets we’ve been able to confirm that have been struck in Africa. The situation is grim. Algeria is falling from the refugees pouring in from Morocco, and the Tuaregs are attacking them in the South. We can’t confirm anything south of Kinshasa, but these are at best guesses, based on limited communication with Madagascar and Yemen.”
The Prime Minister nodded
“If we can, send a ship there, We have the fuel at least, even if that is all we really have.”
The Colonel said
“Its not my place sir, but that could be a valuable commodity in this world”
The Prime Minister nodded, and stroked his beard
“One that people will pay dearly for…or kill for”
The Colonel left with a salute, and the Libyan Defense Minister was in next. He said
“I’ve conferred with the Industrial Minister, we can keep most of our army functioning if we are willing to cannibalize and gear down. Our biggest hurdle is manufacturing ammunition, not spare parts. I have a proposal to raid sites that we can find for ammunition.”
The Prime Minister said
“And the offensives we’re running”
”I have our troops disposing of the remaining Qaddaffi Die hards, and we are launching sorties against the Chadian Military. They are near the breaking point from the chaos in the Congo and Sudan, and if they fall, we can raid them for supplies and ammunition as well. I also have a more daring plan, Operation MOUNTAIN”
FOR-Prime Minister, Libyan Arab Republic
Subject-Nuclear Targets Struck in Africa
Struck as part of the South African Race War. Prime Minister, this is just our best guesses based on pre-war Cuban and Soviet Ideas, and early assessments of the South African Nuclear Stockpile. Other areas may have been struck by biological or chemical weapons, something which the capitalists in Pretoria possessed at the time.
1. Maputo (South African Gravity Bomb)
2.Lusaka (South African Gravity Bomb)
3.Luanda (South African Gravity Bomb)
4.Tactical Device used Near Bloemfontien (South African Gravity Bomb)
5. Cape Town (Unknown?)
6. Harrare (South African Gravity Bomb)
7.Pretoria (Cuban Launched Tactical Nuke)
8.Johannesburg (Cuban Launched Tactical Nuke)
9.Bloemfontien (Cuban Launched Tactical Nuke)
10..Durban (Cuban Launched Tactical Nuke)
Enter a Soldier
Private Tariq squeezed the trigger, the AKM clattering as another Egyptian Soldier died. The Libyans advanced towards the weapons depot, the hungry Egyptians firing, obeying the last order to defend the weapons depot. But Private Tarique knew that he and the men in his company had an ace in the hole.
The Mi-24 hurled over the landscape, the chain gun cutting a bloody scythe through the Egyptian soldiers. They advanced towards the precious ammunition stockpiles. It was a smash and grab job. Private Tariq knew that Egypt had been largely destroyed. He had fired on the screaming refugees.
He didn’t have a choice
Allah preserve him for the choices….or the lack of them.
Enter a meeting between a man and a King
The Legonaire clutches his R-4 a little closer and mutters in English
“I would rather be in hell then here”
The Mercenary snaps back
“Once we all reach judgment day, we can actually make a good choice and compare notes, which is shittier, Niamey or Hell”
Silent Bob slings his RPK cut down forward and says
“Bangui”
”When were you in Bangui”
“A date”
The other two look at Silent Bob, and they walk forward. Gangs of armed men were apparently not strange in Niamey, and they had gotten through the checkpoints around the city by saying they wanted to offer their services to the King of Niger. Niamey was not a pretty place. Electricity seemed to still be on, the power still running in the city, for now at least. But around the three mercenaries, their was nothing but man at its most brutal. They watched as a gang “Royal” militia grabbed two screaming refugee women and raped them in the street. People fought each other in the street for meager scraps of supplies, while those who could afford protection had “government” troops guarding their residencies and apartment blocks.
The Legionnaire says
“It was a mistake coming here”
”Shut up”
Captain Afrifa had appeared behind them, the big Voltan saying
“Yes…yes it was”
They walk forward, their trucks under nominal guard by the Voltan’s men. The Captain had left 10 of the men with the trucks, and brought five with them. They walked through the maze of the city, escorted by a couple of Royal Guardsmen, who had last week been the Colonels best fighters. Finally, they reached the Presidential Palace, a nice, Later-French Colonial building adorned with flags, severed heads, and three still alive men without legs, slowly bleeding to death as they hung from the fence. The Legionnaire asked in French.
”What happened to those men”
The Royal Guardsmen laughed
“They insulted that by being taller then the King, they were superior. So they King made them shorter”
They passed through the gate, and up a flight of stairs to a balcony. The King of Niger, recently a Niger Army Colonel, was a short man. Infact, he was very short, only 5,1 or 5,2. The King of Niger was lounging on a chair, sipping a drink and peering out over the city. He looked at the 9 men and said
“So…you are looking for work”
”Yes, if you don’t have a job for us, we are at least looking to buy ammunition”
The King stroked his beard, and snapped his fingers. A woman brought coffee. Actual French, dark roast coffee. He said
“If you can pay, then I am interesting. But I do have a job for you. Agadez and the Tuaregs have refused to accept the enlightenment of my regime. You will go to Agadez, and take a company of my best men, and kill the Taureg Chieftans and the Mayor of the City.”
”We want some payment in early”
”10%”
”50%”
”20”
”40”
”30”
The King shrugged
“30%, what form. Gold? Ammunition? Medical Supplies”
”Antibiotics and additional ammunition”
They parted ways, as they walked off, The Mercenary said
“We cant work for him”
For once, Captain Afrifa spoke up
“I have a plan”
”What is it”
”Mombassa”
Act I, Scene 3-In which a mercenary meets a King, a country compiles a list, and anarchy moves north.
H-Hour +7 Days
A week after Armageddon, the picture in Africa was beginning to become more apparent. Civil order had disintegrated in the areas that had once been South Africa, Botswana, Zimbabwe, and the other states, as countries and peoples fought to the bloody end. Though the conflict would continue for several years, within a week after H-Hour, organized government had vanished in most of the states South of Katanga, with the notable exception of Tanzania. At the time, “order” and “government” would exist in the areas that had been wrecked by the death thorough of Apartide, but only in the form of local warlords. In South Africa, and the areas that had been home to the final war, brutality of a sort not seen since the Eastern Front in World War Two continued onward, with many no longer obeying orders from any sort of centralized government authority. Whole villages and towns were massacred with gun, axe, machete, and fire. Isolated fortresses of South African and Rhodesian Whites retreated into the Transvaal Countryside and the LivingstonVictoria Falls / Bulawaye area Zimbabwe to establish a fortress, but they swiftly came under attack by armed rebel militias. In Namibia, the UN peacekeepers largely surrendered, only to find themselves subject to revolutionary justice, as SWAPO, the ANC, and the City State of Walvis Bay entered into a staredown, with Walvis Bay Claiming to have an Atomic Bomb, and nobody sure what to believe. /
In Tanzania and Katanga, order of a sort was preserved, but it was the sort of order of the grave, as militias massacred anyone who would become an enemy of the state. Even so, Julius Nyrere relocated his government to Zanzibar for the first six months of the crisis, though he would make contact with a remnant Kenyan government in Mombasa, and while relations were shaky at first, it would sow the seeds for something much greater.
Madagascar would become a success story, or at least one as could exist in Africa at the time. The Admiral of Madagascar, Didier Ratsiraka, had anyone who approached Madagascar fired on. Roving bands of militia and army units shot, stabbed, and hacked any refugees who came ashore. Even so, fallout plumes and famine would cut Madagascar’s population in half, and the small nation would resemble a hermit Kingdom for many years to come, reducing itself to an early 1900s technological basis, if one that allowed it to soldier on.
Enter Desperate Times Calling for Desperate Measures
The Airforce Colonel walks in and salutes the Prime Minister. Libyan camera equipped Mig-23s had gone down as far as the Sudan, and as far west as the ruins of Dakar and they had managed to set scattered reports of what was happening in the Congo, as the area reverted the stone age with assault rifles. The Colonel puts a folder on the Prime Ministers desk. Prime Minster Jadallah Azzuz at-Talhi had not been prepared for this job. But he is making do. The Colonel says
“This is what you wanted. The list of the targets we’ve been able to confirm that have been struck in Africa. The situation is grim. Algeria is falling from the refugees pouring in from Morocco, and the Tuaregs are attacking them in the South. We can’t confirm anything south of Kinshasa, but these are at best guesses, based on limited communication with Madagascar and Yemen.”
The Prime Minister nodded
“If we can, send a ship there, We have the fuel at least, even if that is all we really have.”
The Colonel said
“Its not my place sir, but that could be a valuable commodity in this world”
The Prime Minister nodded, and stroked his beard
“One that people will pay dearly for…or kill for”
The Colonel left with a salute, and the Libyan Defense Minister was in next. He said
“I’ve conferred with the Industrial Minister, we can keep most of our army functioning if we are willing to cannibalize and gear down. Our biggest hurdle is manufacturing ammunition, not spare parts. I have a proposal to raid sites that we can find for ammunition.”
The Prime Minister said
“And the offensives we’re running”
”I have our troops disposing of the remaining Qaddaffi Die hards, and we are launching sorties against the Chadian Military. They are near the breaking point from the chaos in the Congo and Sudan, and if they fall, we can raid them for supplies and ammunition as well. I also have a more daring plan, Operation MOUNTAIN”
FOR-Prime Minister, Libyan Arab Republic
Subject-Nuclear Targets Struck in Africa
- Cairo (American or Israeli Weapon)
- Yaffran (American Bomb) (Note, the city is largely emptied, and the survivors who can be resettled are being done so. However, medical supplies are low)
- Khoms (American Bomb)
- Alexandria (Israeli Weapon)
- Aswan High Dam (Israeli Weapon)
- Khartoum (Israeli Weapon)
- Monrovia (Soviet SLBM, Nobody Knows why)
- Suez Canal (Multiple Israeli Weapons, Port Said Gone)
- Abuja (Soviet SLBM)
- Lagos (Soviet SLBM)
- Part Harcourt (Soviet SLBM)
- Kinshasa (Soviet SLBM)
- Banjul Airport (Soviet SLBM)
- Ouagadougou (Unknown)
- Dakar (Soviet SLBM)
- Casablanca (Soviet SLBM)
- Kano (Soviet SLBM)
- Abijan (Soviet SLBM)
- Tangier (Soviet SLBM)
- Rabat (Soviet SLBM)
- Dijibouti City (Soviet SLBM)
- Nairobi (Soviet SLBM)
Struck as part of the South African Race War. Prime Minister, this is just our best guesses based on pre-war Cuban and Soviet Ideas, and early assessments of the South African Nuclear Stockpile. Other areas may have been struck by biological or chemical weapons, something which the capitalists in Pretoria possessed at the time.
1. Maputo (South African Gravity Bomb)
2.Lusaka (South African Gravity Bomb)
3.Luanda (South African Gravity Bomb)
4.Tactical Device used Near Bloemfontien (South African Gravity Bomb)
5. Cape Town (Unknown?)
6. Harrare (South African Gravity Bomb)
7.Pretoria (Cuban Launched Tactical Nuke)
8.Johannesburg (Cuban Launched Tactical Nuke)
9.Bloemfontien (Cuban Launched Tactical Nuke)
10..Durban (Cuban Launched Tactical Nuke)
Enter a Soldier
Private Tariq squeezed the trigger, the AKM clattering as another Egyptian Soldier died. The Libyans advanced towards the weapons depot, the hungry Egyptians firing, obeying the last order to defend the weapons depot. But Private Tarique knew that he and the men in his company had an ace in the hole.
The Mi-24 hurled over the landscape, the chain gun cutting a bloody scythe through the Egyptian soldiers. They advanced towards the precious ammunition stockpiles. It was a smash and grab job. Private Tariq knew that Egypt had been largely destroyed. He had fired on the screaming refugees.
He didn’t have a choice
Allah preserve him for the choices….or the lack of them.
Enter a meeting between a man and a King
The Legonaire clutches his R-4 a little closer and mutters in English
“I would rather be in hell then here”
The Mercenary snaps back
“Once we all reach judgment day, we can actually make a good choice and compare notes, which is shittier, Niamey or Hell”
Silent Bob slings his RPK cut down forward and says
“Bangui”
”When were you in Bangui”
“A date”
The other two look at Silent Bob, and they walk forward. Gangs of armed men were apparently not strange in Niamey, and they had gotten through the checkpoints around the city by saying they wanted to offer their services to the King of Niger. Niamey was not a pretty place. Electricity seemed to still be on, the power still running in the city, for now at least. But around the three mercenaries, their was nothing but man at its most brutal. They watched as a gang “Royal” militia grabbed two screaming refugee women and raped them in the street. People fought each other in the street for meager scraps of supplies, while those who could afford protection had “government” troops guarding their residencies and apartment blocks.
The Legionnaire says
“It was a mistake coming here”
”Shut up”
Captain Afrifa had appeared behind them, the big Voltan saying
“Yes…yes it was”
They walk forward, their trucks under nominal guard by the Voltan’s men. The Captain had left 10 of the men with the trucks, and brought five with them. They walked through the maze of the city, escorted by a couple of Royal Guardsmen, who had last week been the Colonels best fighters. Finally, they reached the Presidential Palace, a nice, Later-French Colonial building adorned with flags, severed heads, and three still alive men without legs, slowly bleeding to death as they hung from the fence. The Legionnaire asked in French.
”What happened to those men”
The Royal Guardsmen laughed
“They insulted that by being taller then the King, they were superior. So they King made them shorter”
They passed through the gate, and up a flight of stairs to a balcony. The King of Niger, recently a Niger Army Colonel, was a short man. Infact, he was very short, only 5,1 or 5,2. The King of Niger was lounging on a chair, sipping a drink and peering out over the city. He looked at the 9 men and said
“So…you are looking for work”
”Yes, if you don’t have a job for us, we are at least looking to buy ammunition”
The King stroked his beard, and snapped his fingers. A woman brought coffee. Actual French, dark roast coffee. He said
“If you can pay, then I am interesting. But I do have a job for you. Agadez and the Tuaregs have refused to accept the enlightenment of my regime. You will go to Agadez, and take a company of my best men, and kill the Taureg Chieftans and the Mayor of the City.”
”We want some payment in early”
”10%”
”50%”
”20”
”40”
”30”
The King shrugged
“30%, what form. Gold? Ammunition? Medical Supplies”
”Antibiotics and additional ammunition”
They parted ways, as they walked off, The Mercenary said
“We cant work for him”
For once, Captain Afrifa spoke up
“I have a plan”
”What is it”
”Mombassa”
Also, i understood that the south africans intended to use their nukes on their own population. their game was if it looked like white rule was getting shaky they would test one and threaten to drop more on major population centres.
Well, how did Europe develop OTL? Before 1500 they were about as prosperous as Africa is/will be in this TL.
Then again, it isn't that much of a stretch to manufacture an AK vs a bolt action rifle. A few more parts, but the basic machining required isn't very different.
Then again: quantity of firearms available isn't really going to be an issue. As the general population is reduced, the number of available arms-per-capita is going to increase...