NationStates Jolt Archive

MERRY CHRISTMAS
Well, here we go! We're giving NS a RP for Christmas! :)

The wire tingled to her gloved touch, "Electrified, no matter." she thought to herself.
She climbed up the wire and slid between the blade-wire, the blades glancing off her stealth-suit,
after climbing down the far side, she activated her poor copy of a chameleon stealth-suit. She
stalked off, leaving a shimmering behind her. Her copy was slightly out of synch with her surroundings.

She proceeded to the rear guards entrance and waited for a hapless guard to open the electric door.
To her luck, a few moments later, a pair of guards opened the door a fraction too long, she
slipped into the installation, it's dull white lights casting a barely noticeable shadow on the wall.

She headed down the hall to a room marked "Digital S15", she reached into her "flight pocket" and
produced an extremely small c9 charge. She smeared it over the top edge of the door, and detonated
it, a faint "hiss" could be heard. The door was opened, however it left a smell similar to
burning wood in the air.

She slid the door open and walked inside. Moving to the computer furthest away from the door, she
failed to notice the warning sign on the wall "Do NOT send any content outside the
facility, punishable by Illithidic trial."

She quickly found the file she was looking for "Habicht des Feuers", she copied the entire folder
and e-mailed it to 86 different addresses.

The lights in the Q.R.U. Call-zone turned to red. "Unauthorised computer usage in Digital S15."
The entire squad rose from their bunks, snatched their AGC-7s from the "hot" rack and had quickly sealed the facility,
they then proceded to S15, the spy was still inside.

She stood up and headed out to the door, she pushed the door open, the last thing she saw was 4 mauve tentacles

"Alonzephyr, probe her then you can have your lunch."

The image was then distributed throughout the internet.

Here is a copy of this image:
http://overseer.0catch.com/thestolenpicture.JPG
(If the img tagged version doesn't work, just link yourself to it)

Official Thundercorp™ Arms Press Release:

We at Thundercorp™ deny the existance of any mech or walkers. We further have no plans to develope one or the desire to develope one. The picture that is now circulating, this "Habicht des Feuers", is simply a fake. If such a thing were in development we would long ago have announced such. Frankly we are appaled at this and we would appreciate it if everyone treated it as the joke it was, and simply helped us rid the internet of such fraud!

Thank you for your time.
- Alonzephyr Xilix, Official Spokesperson.

They huddled around 5 stacked crates chatting idly, there were twelve of them standing there, suddenly all went silent and the looked up. A man in a tattered officer’s uniform stepped out of a nearby office, the leader judging by their reactions, holding a crow-bar.

As he strode forward the group split giving him a clear path to the crates. He swung the crowbar at the end of one crate. The plastic casing broke off, the crate and little foam pieces poured out. "Tip it all out." he growled, his voice deep and crackled. Two men hurried forward and overturned the crate spilling foam pieces about all their feet.

Amongst the foam pieces, lay a Bantam 5 rocket-launcher and five CHE rockets. They repeated the action four times. The first time, producing a stack of six G3A3 rifles, six FN P90 and an array of magazines for the weapons.

Each chose a weapon, leaving the Bantam for the leader. They headed towards a pair of Jeep Cherokees that had the top cut off the rear, making a small tray where a man could stand. They had mounted old M249s on the top of the cars. They marched forward, a solemn silence descending upon the group as the got into the jeeps and sped off.

After a 20 minute drive, they arrived at what appeared to be a military installation. The guards had noticed the jeeps, but not the machineguns mounted on the roofs, even still, every weapon was trained on a part of the vehicles. The leader stepped out, and fired all five rockets quickly in succession. Both pillboxes and the three towers in the front of the compound were destroyed before any of them could fire a shot.

The jeeps sped through the burning wreckage, firing at the troops, killing few, wounding most. A lucky shot from one of the guards nicked the leader and sent him tumbling from the back of the jeep even as he gunned men down with his pistol. A second shot caused one of the jeeps to loose a tire and to spin out. The passenger made it out and shot at the guards; he was brought down under a hail of 11 mm rounds. The second jeep continued to a pair of trucks. The jeep skidded to a stop mere feet from the trucks and the men dismounted and ran to the cabins. They jumped in, though one fell even as he ran ‘round to the passenger side. The two trucks rumbled out as the guards stopped firing, afraid that their shots would hit something vital. A huge shape under the tarpaulin of the first truck, and a pair of crates on the other.

Oh look, the scourge of NS is still kicking around. How nice...

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Natalya de Greif
High Mistress of The Incorporated States of Presgreif
Directoress of The Concert of High Lords
Proud and Loyal Member of G.D.O.D.A.D.

OOC:

What are you implying young'n?

Just as a by-the-by, please refrain from posting OOC in an IC thread without the OOC tag, otherwise, it could be mistaken for a threat.

ooc: We knew each other once. Just an old sympathy, is all. Oh, I don't suppose you'd be interested in kicking some communist ass?

OOC: Not to be rude, but let us continue this conversation via telegram, where there are not so many prying eyes, not to mention it doesn't clog-up our thread ^_^

Works for me.