The Battle of Riyadh

The Battle of Riyadh…sorry, you’re just digging up some old memories there.

You really want to hear about the Battle of Riyadh? That goddamned clusterfuck that was supposed to be the shining moment of the AFN? Sure, for all intents and purposes, we managed to save the ambassador that day, but it was one hell of a clusterfuck for everyone involved: the Peacekeepers, the Ambassador, the Saudi royal family, and those agents of the mukhabarat-ones that our own CIA might’ve trained.

There’s plenty of angles to analyze how it went down, but I’ll just give you the skinny from my point of view. My story starts about a week before the battle, when the first few Peacekeepers fighting under the AFN logo were being trained in France under General Jean St. Louis. We had spent maybe a week trying to resolve our differences with one another. It was about that time when I started thinking that maybe the old UN had a point in not really letting their Peacekeepers do anything, considering the time we spent at each other’s throats.