|The Fall of the House of Barka
Author: Itzcoatl PM
The House of Barka has stood since the time of the Greeks but now they must destroy one of the largest empires on Earth and it doesnt look like they will succeed. A Novel of Alternative HistoryRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,480 - Reviews: 4 - Updated: 11-05-06 - Published: 09-04-06 - id: 2241801
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1Chapter Four: Bloodbath on the Riverbend
Amadou was nervous and he should be. Kumbi Saleh had
just fallen and an entire army was trapped inside of the city.
He had to rescue that army before it was destroyed and
keep Jenne at all costs. These were bad times for Mali but
other nations did care. India was sending over rice, tanks and
planes and also instructors to fly the Indian jets. Also the
Malinese intelligence service was trying to get Egypt into
this war. If that happened it'd be over for Carthage but until
that time he would have to organize a defense for Jenne.
He was in a room where a table was centrally located. On
the table was an enlarged map of Jenne. He gave the colonels
in his room a task. Stop the Carthaginians from crossing the
Niger. Not one step back.
Diara Hamadou was a civilian. Technically he is a civilian
but Total War needs conscripts and he was one. He's far
from his village near the Atlantic coast but now things are
different. The Empire is at stake and he had to do his duty.
Everyone in his company had to. He looked at his friend
Moses. Moses was not a Malian name but his parents worked
in the Egyptian embassy and right now Egypt isn't the
enemy. He whispered to him.
' How do you think the Carthies are gonna come?" he asked
nervously. Moses stared out into the scrub land surrounding
Jenne. He responded.
" Bombers first. Tanks second. Infantry to mop us up. It's
how they fight nowadays," he said with absolute surety.
" That's probably why Lieutenant gave us so many
grenades and mortars. The key to victory is wiping out those
tanks. Without them we'll surround the infantry and kick
their asses!" Moses said gruffly. Moses was an always on
the bright side of things. He wasn't a worrier like Diara.
They both decided to go back inside the city and wait for
the tanks to come along. Then they'll see what happens when
you cross Mali's path.
Foreign Secretary for the Empire of Mali Bembara was
a worrier. He worried his way thorough the Universities he
attended in China and America and he worried his way to
his current position and now he was worrying his way
through his nation's current crisis. His nation needed
Egypt to defeat the Carthaginians but that might be difficult.
The Egyptians were careful observers, after all they were
surrounded by: Carthage, Mali, Nubia, Israel and they had a
sea border with the Arabians. Not really a good position to
declare war. Attack someone then someone would attack you
in the rear. Not that pleasant. Still Egypt was keen to greet
Mali. After all, Mali had oil which Egypt hasn't any at all.
The current Pharaoh was Ahmose the Fifth and he was
eager to see what the Malians offered.
" Welcome to Egypt, Gift of the Nile. What is that you
must say today friend?" said Ahmose sincerely.
" As you see the Carthaginians have attacked without
warning or any provocation on our part. They've crossed
the Sahara and now are in the Sahel! Kumbi Saleh is in
their greedy paws and now Jenne is threatned! Will you not
assist your friend Mali?" pleaded Bembara.
The Pharaoh paused for a moment then smiled a great wide
" What's in it for us?" he said. His tone of voice had
changed due to his smile.
Bembara sweat glistened on his ebony skin. He pulled out
a document from his briefcase.
" I-I-I give... no we give you 20 years of subsidized oil and
we will be in your favor if the international community
requires if-if-if you have to give back land to Carthage.
R-Remember a strong Carthage makes a weak Egypt,"
He barely managed to stammer out what he had to say.
The document was passed around the viziers who
constantly surrounded the Pharaoh. Each whispered
things into the Pharaoh's ear. The Pharaoh's stonewall
reaction to the whispering made Bembara shake. Then with
one quick hand gesture from the Pharaoh the viziers
" We have ourselves a war Bembara!" exclaimed the
All across the Egypt the rally for war was heared and now
Carthage has a new foe.
Three days later near the Egyptian- Carthaginian border
The Carthaginians didn't see this coming but if they did
they would've been quivering. Assembled just waiting
to roll in was 3 tank divisions, the Army of Prince Ptah and
some conscript forces. To the sea on the right were
Destroyers whose mission was to obliterate the Carthaginian
battleship C.S. Dido. In the sky above were the squadrons
whose former first priority was the Kingdom of Israel but
now it was Carthage. Through the crisp night air they roared
out to Carthage.
In Carthaginian airspace
This was Wing Commander Aten's zone. His space where
he worked. Doctors had hospitals, Taxi drivers had taxi's.
He had the sky and he moved his jet aircraft almost
gracefully through it as if the air was pushing him.
His mission however wasn't graceful. He had to destroy a
series of hangers where the Carthaginians airforce was based.
He knew they had SAM's. Who doesn't these days? And
Egypt lacked the stealth bombers necessary to evade
the missiles but any sacrifice is necessary. If it wasn't in a
week the Carthaginians could be in Memphis! He looked
at his radar instinctively and he say two fast moving objects.
They were Carthaginian alright.
" Carthaginian jets, prepare for combat over," he yelled
over the com.
He wasn't even going to let them get close. From a distance
that wouldn't give them time to escape or explode
dangerously close to him he let go a missile. An instant later
the enemy jet was a fireball but the other jet however rose
in altitude and was trying to get home and by this time was
on the com warning the Squideaters to scramble. Oh no.
Aten rose with him but this was only to deceive him. The
enemy veered left and this was Aten's chance to dive and
come right up after him which he did. Luckily radar didn't
have depth perception . Well at least not yet anyways... He
turned his craft nose up at the enemy at let lose a missile.
The missile nearly missed but it hit the edge of the wing tip
at that was enough to send this bastard to hell. Aten went
back to his com. He was now clearly behind his squandron.
" Continue ahead at full speed. We still have some surprise!"
He yelled over the com. And it was then Aten knew Egypt
still had Africa.
Moses and Diara were hunkered low in a small crater
caused by Carthaginian bombings earlier. Between them
wasn't much weapons. Two Kalashnikovs, a mortar with
six shells and two stick grenades. But they still hoped to take
out a tank or two.
Suddenly missiles coming from out of the city blazed
" Must be those missiles India gave us," said Moses. His
face betraying a grin.
" Yea, they should hurt some units," replied Diara. He
wasn't really sure what the missiles could do.
Artillery opened up a minute later as well as some more
" They're close... I can smell the stench of squid people
now!" yelled Moses.
They heard a boom, then felt a rumble then saw a mech
infantry with some troops in tow as well. Firing the mortar
shell wouldn't be easy considering using a mortar as a TOW
isn't really the best idea but they had to work with what they
They found an angle and fired. The Mortar found a direct
hit. On the infantry though. Good enough. Now it was up
to Diara to throw a stick grenade.
Nervously Diara unscrewed the bottom mechanism. He
aimed the throw at the soldier who was using the machine
gun at Malian in his company who had found that windows
were better. He let the grenade fly. It was chucked inside the
vehicle and the machine gunner hadn't even had time to
Debris went flying all around. The air had the scent of
charcoal to it, that and burning flesh.
Diara and Moses breathed a sigh of relief but they were
both very shaken. Very shaken. Diara turned and saw
the river. More troops were coming. To join a bloodbath.