NationStates Jolt Archive

A small Acrimonian craft lands on the shores of Padastron. The craft contains two ambassadors sent for diplomatic negotiations with Padastron. No peacekeeping forces have yet to arrive so the craft is temporarily unguraded.
Hidden in the hull of the craft are the two sniper teams hired to assasinate the leaders of Padastron and Thaltros and a suicide bomber from Yourovia paid off by the Sultan himself. The Sultan reads the briefing once more.

The plan Is simple. The Diplomats will disembark after which the boat will be escorted to Padastrons Harbor to be impounded for the rest of the Diplomat's journey. The suicide bomber, dressed in the captains clothes, will depart the craft and not draw notice until he is a ways away from the craft at which time he will create a distraction long enough that the sniper teams can disembark unoticed. The King of Thaltros is currently visiting Padastron and so both teams can be deployed at once. The King will depart in three days, so the assasins have only that much time to perform their mission.

The assasins will almost certainly be caught, and due to the severity of their "crime" be taken to Padastrons high security Prison. You, of course, have many contacts in Padastrons goverment; one is the Vice President who will take control of the country if the Assasins perform their task sufficiently, another the head of the prison in the case they do not. The suicide bomber will draw Yourovia into suspect and we have been distributing anti-socialist propoganda in Thaltros making the government unstable. The new king taking over will certainly be ousted, especially if Acrimoni and Padastron both support the rebellion, and we have your puppet Bruneo poised at the head of what will soon be the nations only major political party.

Your excelllency, the plan is excellent. Many complements to you for your continually reevidenced military genius and political intrigue. After this plan, Tabali will be the only obstacle in our way for annexing all of Mysantium.

Your Loyal General,
Yarisha Musharo.

"Excellent" The Sultan says as he wanders out of the room, never even noticing the man behind the door...

OOC: Ill explain everything a little later.

OOC: Ok, heres the deal. We are going to roleplay this assasination attempt, one or the other of the Leaders will live through it, we can decide that as we go. The Assasins have been hired by Acrimoni from the Nation of Fortune.

ooc: so what are the names of the leaders?

OOC: Well, Mine is Riley; Thaltros's is Justinian; and Kyle's (Acrimoini) is Ub (prounounced like Oob). Just incase they get involved, Yourovia's is Xavier and Tabali's is Makkie. I'm not sure what Ensland wants his name to be. BTW, everyone in our region (so far) is using the same computer so Im the only one in the UN, but for the sake of roleplaying we say that everyone exept Kyle is in the UN. I think thats about all.

IC: The President looks over a countour map of his country along with his defense minister. Padastron is mostly mountainous with the only two notable regions of plains being in the center around The Great Lake and to the east around Padastron Harbour. Being in the center of the mountainous region, the Great Lake is actually saltier than the ocean in which Mysantium sits. The many fresh mounatin springs that flow into the lake nourish Padastrons lucious coniferous forests. In the winter, however, the source of the rivers, melting snow, is frozen and the forest withers. In some of the worse winters, Padastron actually has to import fresh water from the surrounding countries or distill it from the Lake. In the warmer months, distilling is uneeded and therfore unprofitable the majority of the year, so Padastron is heavily reliant on Tabali and Thaltros for fresh water.

"That is where he will strike" exclaims the Defence Minister, distracting the President from his wandering thoughts. "Your fool brother Ub has too much pride to allow for actual strategic intelligence. He will not strike the Harbor to the east and bottle neck us in so, instead he will attack us in what he considers to be his lands to the South."
"Mmm.." the President mumbles in resonse, leaving the Minister on edge for an answer. He is only vaguely interested in what the Minister is saying, being more distracted by more pressing issues. "Minister, you have a brother, am I right?
"Well, yes, sir." The Minister is taken aback at such and odd question.
"For what would you trade his life for? A million dollars?"
"No, sir." Says the minister, yet more vexed.
"A billion?"
"No"
"Your own Kingdom?'
"No"
"All of Mysantium?" The President asks, finally looking him in the face.
"Not for two Mysantiums" The Minister states resolutely.

With that, Riley leaves to call the team he has sent to Acrimoni. He cannot morally allow himself to plot his own brothers death.

In the international airport at Padastron, a couple had just stepped out of the plane, and into customs. When asked what they were doing in Padastron, they replied that they were just married and that this was their honeymoon. Their reason sounded innocent enough, and they were let in past customs, and into the country. They had much business to attend to and wouldn't have much time to visit the world renowned mountains of the country. They were assassins from the Nation of Fortune, hired by an unknown party. They were to go to their Hotel in a small town about a mile from the capital and the leader of the country. From their they would meet some decoy assassins, and do an exchange of orders, gear, and what not. For now they would hang loose until they met the decoys later.
They were posing as Mr. Jonass Tilth and Mrs. Natalie Tilth from Flaming Ninja Death, they would be staying in this country for three days, and they would be on a skiing trip for their honeymoon. In reality they had been married a long time ago, and they were special assassins in the Mercenary army from Nation of Fortune. Their names were not Jonass and Natalie, but instead Brian and Sarah.
For now they headed for the Hotel.
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Two young men sat aboard a small boat filled with Diplomats, they in sense were also diplomats of a different kind, at least as far as anyone on that boat was concerened. These young men had a simple task, this was to bring their weapons and orders, along with any information they had to the real assassins. These young men knew that they were to be captured and put to trial for the death of the leader of a small nation, they also knew they were just tools used to get a messy job done, they also knew that they were more than likely going to be set free due to corrupt government officials. None of the people that had hired them had thought that they were nothing more than decoys and smugglers. Nobody knew the real assassins were already with in a few miles of the capital and plotting where and when they would shoot the leader of the country.

As Ub passes through the door, he hears a ringing sound. The President has tried to contact his assasin at just the wrong time. Though his reaction are not what they once war, he being near fifty, his military training takes into effect immediately and the assasin, being distracted by the phone, is taken off guard. Swinging around and pinning the man to the wall by his throat, the sultan automatically recognizes the man's Padastrian nationality. "Well, well. A little gift from my brother. Perhaps he would like something in return? An oriental rug perhaps? Maybe an ottoman? Oh, I know!" the sultan exclaims producing a most heinous grin, "A little bit of silver.."

A blood curtling scream can be heard even outside the palace walls as the man is slowly lowered into a vat of molten silver.

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Meanwhile in Padastron.

"I don't like the looks of this, not one bit." Exclaims Amber. "We are diplomats and reprentatives of Acrimoni, not common criminals."

"Quit yer groomblin, weel be at de palace soon enoof." Says one of their four armed guard, displaying a very thick mountain accent. "Weeth all thite yer sultan has doon, we've no reason trust the likes of you."

They had been met at the harbour by these guards who had escorted them thus far. They had not searched the ship, to Amber's relief, though the fool Roulgh had carried on so. Amber was the senior of the diplomats and the only one informed of the pluralitive nature of their mission. He knew that they were both about to be killed by a suicide bomber along with their guards as soon as they reached the gates of the palace so that blame would be drawn away from Acrimoni and placed on Yourovia, the bomber's homeland.

"Just a lee moe t' go friend" said another guard, obviously from the local plains. "So stip up, layven t' pace now." he exlcaims almost cheerily. It almost seemed a shame to Amber that this young guard with the cheery disposition should be slaughtered for the sultans grand plan, crazy as it was.
Almost...

OOC: Are you going to take this Riley? Do you want me to keep going or what?

OOC: sorry, been a little busy. btw, I saw your thread for exchangin information and I think we could just do that through telegram couldn't we? And I also know the specs to what you have because we made them up together so you dont need to bother with hyperlinking them all.

IC: President Riley Arlyn looks out the window of his pallace. He is in a meeting with the President of Thaltros and, quite frankly, he is bored out of his mind. "Ah" he takes the chance to interrupt the President, "it appears our diplomats from Acrimoni have arrived." He watches them step inside the gate followed by another man in a captains uniform.
"Weren't there only supposed to be two delegates?" the President asks Riley.
"Thats no diplomat!" Riley exclaims in alarm.

They both watch in horror as the suicide bomber completes his mission.

OOC: Nation of Fortune? Are you there?

OOC: yes, I am here, I've just gotten busy.Sorry about that. I'll do a post soon.