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PRELUDES AND INFORMATION
Lenski Sarinn prelude:
Koeman and Nickolay Ifirate prelude:
Ethalria Will Never Rise Again - Page 2 - The East Pacific - Tapatalk invited, this is a private RP. Happy reading.
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1996 - 1997
Koeman was at the helm of the Kommando operation into Salovia under special orders from Delores Sofura herself. It was during the Salovian Civil War, and Sofura highlighted several men that Koeman and his Kommando’s needed to kill to further Sofura’s alliance with Victor Victrovavich. Sofura preferred the image of a united Salovia at the end of the civil war despite the many thousands of deaths rather than a fractured landscape of weaker states. For Sofura, Salovia was a valuable ally, and one of the stronger emerging sides was Victor.
Koeman and his Kommandos had found Intel on a house where a suspected Victor Victrovavich whistle-blower lived. They had beforehand acquired some additional information; this house had a secret entrance that became a tunnel.
Once they were all inside, and fully night-visioned up, they slowly made their way through the crawlspace. It was cramped but they eventually made it to the other side with Nickolay slowly opening the hatch. He made sure it was clear before the rest of his comrades flooded the basement. If it weren’t for the night-vision goggles, one of them would have knocked into the vast array of fine china that was neatly stacked and most surely would have woken up those upstairs.
They made their way up the stairs and again, Nickolay who was at the front opened the door that led into the entire downstairs. It was a very open space, and fortunately for everyone, their man was laid asleep on a sofa. They need not to search every room in the house. It’d be easy.
One of their men took up a large container in the kitchen and filled it with water. He came over to the group who were around the man and they woke him up in the worse fashion.
Starting off, Nickolay and Koeman both pulled on the sofa and flipped it on its back, with their target rolling onto the floor. Then the Kommando threw the freezing cold water over his face, startling him. He woke up confused and disorientated, then realising the true extent of his misfortune.
He took it kindly. He daren’t move as he had several M14’s pointed at his face, rather he just laid there and stared at Koeman who he assumed was the leader considering the unique badge he had on his shoulder.
“You’re a traitor and a spy.” Koeman called.
The man was fortunate enough to be a fluent speaker of Ethalrian.
“No, I am not.”
“Are you Alireza?”
“Yes.”
Nickolay who was remaining silent spat on Alireza’s shirt.
“So you are the one we are after, what a waste of conversation this is turning out to be,” he paused and made a hand gesture, to which all those with guns tensed as if they were about to fire.
“No no wait, I’m not the guy-” he grunted realising his mistake. “I mean I… Forget it. Kill me then.”
“Tell me the real whistle-blower and I shall let you free.”
With some hesitation, Alireza agreed to share the name but only after he got reassurance.
“I’d like to smoke first, at least if you kill me after I’ll die with the taste of tobacco on my lips.”
Koeman gave him one of his cigars and threw him his lighter. The man took his time, something Nickolay grew furious about.
“Now tell us or I’ll shoot you!” Nickolay enforced.
“Alright, as promised. Karl Langata.”
Koeman let the man live. He walked out as did all of the other men apart from Nickolay. Alireza and Nickolay stared at each other for a brief moment before anything was said.
“What?” Alireza joked comically.
“Fuck off.” Nickolay pulled out a pistol fastened to his hip and shot him in the dead centre between his eyes.
Away from Nickolay, the men who were in the tunnel heard the shot. It meant nothing to them. If anything at least there was nobody to let Karl know they were coming. Koeman wanted that.
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The next raid would change Koeman’s mentality forever.
After kicking down the only door into the the residence of the man Alizera was talking about, who after talking on a classified frequency to an Ethalrian operator back home was highlighted as one of Stevan Skirvilov’s wing-men, Koeman brutally interrogated him to find out the whereabouts of the aforementioned. This man only gave his first name away, which they already knew as Karl, and was not going to give up any information. Despite having the upper hand, the man slipped away and jumped off his balcony to ensure the next man Koeman hunted was more fortunate. Bitterly angered that he was made to look a fool in front of not only his Kommandos but his own brother Nickolay, Koeman ordered the house to be searched and then torched. What they found was of some use; an address but with no hint of who lived there apart from a few monetary figures that looked rather out of the odd. Nickolay had made it into a master bedroom and at the back was a room that was locked. He tried to open it, which turned into him trying to ram it but it did not budge. He called over his brother from the other room and the two lifted and tilted a massive grandfather clock on its side and used it as a battering ram. When it hit the door it plunged through and got stuck. That was when they heard it, frightened screams behind. It sounded like both an older woman and two or three children, they couldn’t make out. Koeman told Nickolay that they were done here and the two as well as their team of Kommandos downstairs left the building. What they were doing downstairs was pouring a canister of petroleum over the floor and ornaments. Outside, Koeman lit and smoked a cigar until all was left was the tuck end, flicking it through an open window to which he could immediately feel the heat from within. He retreated to their vehicle that was tucked away across the yard and the dozen Kommandos watched as the house was engulfed in a blaze in less than five minutes.
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Koeman had reported back to base that he had not found anything besides an address. After being told from the receiving end that the address belonged to a notorious black-market dealer Koeman was disappointed. With no other links or breadcrumb trails to run on, the operator who was also his superior told him to return to Ethalria with his company, and so he did. At least, he was going to until a last minute change of heart. The rest of his company boarded the arranged plane and didn’t notice he was gone until they landed back in Rorikton.
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Puzzled and constantly thinking, Koeman, who was alone, was determined to figure out what was on the other side of the piece of paper he was holding. It was the same paper that had the address with random large numerical figures on, and the address read Stokh House. There was three Stokh Houses’ in Salovia- but only one that had the same second address line; Astrakhova. Fortunately for his sake it was only thirty miles away. Koeman set off by car, one he took from Alizera’s garage.
He reached a house that read the same address. Wearing a balaclava, he snuck through the front door- a door made of refined marble. It made him think, how much money does this man have?
The best time for raids were in the dead of night. He made his way through the property with his modified M14. He opened a room and did not stumble across a man but instead a vault door. Absolutely baffled by his discovery and knowing he wasn’t able to open it himself, he set off to hunt the house for the owner.
Once he found him, a man in his late 70s, he dragged him out of his bed down the marbled spiraling staircase. The man was fortunate to own such a grand property in the middle of nowhere but unfortunate now that nobody could be there to save him from whatever this barbaric home-invader was about to do. The older man realised where he was dragging him to and clawed out but to no avail. Koeman had monstrously large hands and an even more powerful grip and there was nothing the weaker old man could do.
Frightened by death, even as a black market seller of some sort, he agreed to open up the vault. As Koeman was investigating its astounding wealth, which consisted of chests of gold and racks of gold bars, he realised that there was no way the man accumulated it by himself. He demanded to know where he made his money from.
Koeman threatened to hit the old man with his gun if he didn’t tell him, and so as Koeman predicted the man sure did.
“Uhh uh oh from the er uh uranium from er um Sodenz.”
The words were enough for Koeman to shoot him dead in his rage, over a dozen times. Anger flooded his veins as it reminded him of a time once gone, where he lost everything.
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Over the next week, he arranged for his ‘luggage’ which consisted of wedding gazebos and other large outdoor furniture to be shipped to his ‘to be mother-in-laws’ address in Ethalria. He had individually wrapped and then put the gold ingots in massive briefcases and other large bags and had them delivered by truck to his own address. Under the false name Erico Manduper, using outdated paperwork of what appeared to be the old man’s son in the old man’s draw, Koeman made it out of Salovia completely unscathed, with a truckload of gold. He was laughing. But that wouldn’t last long.