NationStates Jolt Archive

Off the shores of the Corporate Islands...

'So we're sure.'

'Sure as sure.'

'Is that a yes?'

'Yes.'

'Good.'

Carl looked over the crystal screen hanging in the middle of the bridge; dotted red lines traced the path of CoVar transports, aerial and subaquatic, to and from North Jigoku. The convoluted, often times intentionally, flight plans had led the group's ship around the world, while tracking the submarines had taken a very devoted group of escorts weeks. But as his mate told him, they were, beyond all doubt, sure.

'How long will it take us to start on their gear?'

'A day, two at the max. For all their paranoid security they're not prepared for us.'

'Who is?' The crewmembers at their stations laughed, cutting the tension. Most of them hadn't be relieved since the oil rig mission, the others were green; the group, it seems, had their assets tied up elsewhere.

'Orders sir?'

'Set some jockeys to start finding their power networks, telecom, the usual. And tell the flight crews to prep for insertion.'

'For when?'

'Whenever we can.'

The following night...

Francis could not believe his luck; his mother had told him not to work too fast or they'll just give you something else to do. The altimeter put them a meter off the ocean's surface with four nervous techs and four surly handlers in the back. For this, he thought, he gave up everything.

'Francis, give me the ETA.'

'Four hours.'

'Did you check the new arrays?'

'Yes, an hour ago.' The impulse to retire grows steadily. 'We're not even near a listening post, you need to relax.'

Zeke doesn't answer. Minutes drip by and the intercom chirps. 'Are we there yet?'

'No!' Zeke and Francis answer in unison. One of the techs, Tyler, doesn't like flying; he wouldn't have come except they need an EE for any hardline work. Francis can't even imagine what the guys back there are going through. On a whim he buzzes the jockeys. 'How's it going?'

'Fine, fine, could you turn up the AC?'

'Any word on their networks?'

'Same as when we left.'

When they'd left the word was they think they can fry it; half a dozen logins had been collected for military networks but no one wanted to try them in case it set off something. Of course, the briefing went, it won't be a concern since the teams would be dropped outside of radar range. But just in case.

Hours pass, numbers fly by Francis' eyes, keeping them on course. Though he'd been counting down, the flashing annoucnement that they've reached the drop point startles him. Zeke buzzes the compartment, 'You boys ready to go for a swim?'

OOC: hehehehe :P

We know nothing about this ICly but lets just say this confirms my suspicions on who is behind group 4.

OOC: Interesting...

-stupid quintuple posts-

Just an ooc note: Group 4 is a SeOCC puppet, as he prefers to hide from what he does...

*tag*

Just an ooc note: Group 4 is a SeOCC puppet, as he prefers to hide from what he does...

ooc: i would like to point out that you actually have no idea what group 4 is since you never bothered to ask anyone, much less me, and i still strenuously deny any ic charges. as for puppets, i can honestly say group 4 is not my puppet.

lol

OOC: Okay then. What is group 4. :?:

Who is group 4 :?:

Just an ooc note: Group 4 is a SeOCC puppet, as he prefers to hide from what he does...

ooc: i would like to point out that you actually have no idea what group 4 is since you never bothered to ask anyone, much less me, and i still strenuously deny any ic charges. as for puppets, i can honestly say group 4 is not my puppet.

To bad i doubt your honesty.

Group 4 is to seocc what Superman is to Lois lane. Always there to come to the rescue when Seocc cannot solve it... :P

Group 4 is to seocc what Superman is to Lois lane. Always there to come to the rescue when Seocc cannot solve it... :P

ROFL

The socialist Deus Ex Machina XD

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((OOC: When we learn of this we'll pledge our support to CoVar))

OOC: Let's clear some things up first. Group 4 is not a nation, okay? I'm not going to tell you what it is, even OOC, because it would influence how you thought about this. You're not supposed to know what's going on. If you want to, start role playing it. Also, this is not an invasion. You might notice that there is only one helicopter with only eight people to insert, and their job is only to tap into phone lines. So again, not an invasion.

As for how your subs were tracked, it would be interesting to hear how you managed to slip by all the people barricading Jigoku, since I haven't heard anything about you contacting them to RP that entry. Either way, Group 4 does not use sonar or radar to detect objects, and this technology will remain unnamed. Why? Because this is Nationstates, and the moment I tell you what it is everyone will suddenly have these items. That's stupid but that's the game. There is a short list of nations who have this info, and may not reveal it on pain of death, and I can have them telegram you if you doubt the sincerity or plausibility of tracking those subs.

Now:

Off the coast of CoVar's island fortress...

Wednesday's hands quivered in the cold, chilled water combining with increasing winds to make him regret taking off his gloves to type. His NOMAD goggles lay at his feet, replaced by the uplink headset he was using to test the bitrate of the hardline connection he'd just laid. The world, he mused, still underestimated what one stray wire could do.

'Hurry up, jockey.' Wednesday's minder, Harold, sounded close and impatient; no one said where he'd come from, and no one could tell after all the surgery the group did on him, but he was unpleasant to say the least. Wednesday suspected Harold was a criminal who joined the group as some kind of backwards work-release program. Either way, he was effective.

'I'm hurrying. If I fuck this up there's no second chance.'

'Just don't fuck it up faster.'

The transmitted lay a hundred meters underwater, shunted into an exposed bit of hardline between two embedded sections of the network cables. No T boxes, or not for their part, but good enough to get them into the system.

As the uplink started its next sequence Wednesday's earpiece whispered, 'Minus 3, Minus 1.'

Wednesday answered without missing a keystroke, 'Minus 1, Minus 3, come back.'

'How's Willy's jack working?'

'Fine, tell him the flight was worth it.'

'How long left to test?'

'Twenty, tops. What is Vicky doing?'

'Same as you, had to crawl through a mine feild to get there.'

'Wonderful,' Wednesday replied, half to Andy on the other line and half to the next sequence unfolding before his eyes.

'We leave in half an hour. Minus 1 out.'

'Minus 3 out.'

'Will you be done in half an hour?' muttered Harold; Wednesday could see his fake toothed grin.

'Duh.'

Back aboard the freighter, several hours later...

'This is what we're up against: guard posts, mine fields, barbed wire, concrete walls, we might as well be assaulting Alcatraz.' Andy's back was to the officers, his still wet hair plastered to his head as he used a laser pointer to illuminate sections of the island map. 'They're most vulnerable here-' a dot crosses the ship yards '-here-' a dot crosses a cluster of tall buildings '-and here,' the dot resting for a second on the civillian dock before flickering off. 'They are not prepared for a covert deep strike so that's what we'll give them.'

'And for the getaway?' Ulie hadn't quite recovered from the flight from Aperin, and by all accounts should not have been allowed to stay.

'Same as always, blend in with the traffic.'

'The risk, though, is too high.' Carl sat at the back of the room, arms crossed, eyes cast on the floor. 'This will not be expected but in all likelihood our escape will. We need a differant plan.'

Ulie turned to the captain, then back to Andy. 'One that doesn't involve a getaway.'

'Well...' Gus, the ship's green, literally in the case of his hair, intel officer spoke, slowly, anxious of making an tyro error. 'We have the hardline access, right.'

Andy nodded, 'Right.'

'And we can get their shipping manifests, right?'

Again, 'Right.'

'Then perhaps we should make a delivery of our own, right?'

Slowly, Carl smiled. 'Could be, kid.'

The Neptune, greatest of all Resian subs (one of a kind, in fact) passes directly next to CoVar's fleet. However, due to its adaptive camaflouge (using cells found in octopi), CoVarian subs miss seeing it entirely.
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The Central Island Security Center was as usually full of bored Security Officers. The room was large and full of computer screens bearing a large resemblence to the NASA control room. A series of massive screens dominated the end of the Security Center. One monitered the security for the small archipelago of islands that were controlled by the CoVar Corporation, while another had a map detailing the entire Corporate Islands region, with places of interest like Corporate Islands controlled by The Resi Corporation and the Principality of Roania having been zoomed in on, still another showed maps of areas of interest to the CoVar Corporation, which currently only included the nations of Jigoku and Neo Earth.

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"Security Check," the Officer on Duty called. There was a groan throughout the room. The routine was annoying and pulled the bored officers from the games of Solitaire on the Computer Screens in front of them.

"All Deep Water Perimeter Sensors, Clear," someone said.

"Island Motion Sensors, Clear," someone else reported.

"All guard posts, Report All Clear," another bored officer stated.

"Perimeter Patrols, also Report Clear," continued another officer.

The routine check continued with no reported anomalies. No one suspected what was about to happen.

'Buh... ba buh buh buh...'

'Shut up.'

'God, you're on edge tonight.'

'Hey.'

'What?'

'Shut up.'

Daniel shrugged, Evi was just that way sometimes. She got antsy when she was on PTRA treatment, really fast on the keyboard but a pain in the ass to sit next to.

'Daniel.'

'Yeah?'

'Sorry.'

'No prob.'

Daniel was staring at the frontdoor, backdoor, two sidedoors and what he would call a window to CoVar's manifest network. Evi, he knew, was busy rerouting all the spying eyes who might wonder why the shift supervisor was logged in from a remote terminal. If he got in Daniel would erase that footprint no problem, but he had to be in before he could. By Evi's tone he figured it must be going well.

He selected the frontdoor with the supervisor's pass and one of the sidedoors with a program called Kuang, which had started as a Chinese ice-breaker and was no something mutated by the group's tinkering and his own drugged use tweaks. The shift supervisor, from a helicopter hovering just over the water just outside of radar range, entered the expected arrival of a Svea Riga freighter to pick up some sensitive materials needed for off the books projects. Kuang changed the date, shift supervisors name and started editting the records, logging this order's entry two weeks ago, assigning it to a corporate joeboy from the narcotics division. He pulled out and tapped Evi on the shoulder to tell her he was done.

'So do you think they'll see this coming?' It was the most Evi had said in hours.

'Nobody ever does.'

The guard post along some wide stretch of beach, was full of bored security officers. They all sat, just waiting for their shift to end. Well, all except, Joe. Joe was the nervous type and today he was really nervous.

"Y-you guys, think something will happen tonight," he said at lightning speed as he glanced out over the beach and out into the ocean.

Someone yawned and look up from behind the hand of card that covered his face. "Does anything ever happen," Bob asked sarcastically.

"Well, well...no," Joe finally responded finally looking away from where he scanned the horizon.

The card again covered Bob's face, after he exchanged two of them.

"No wait, yes," Joe yelled triumphantly. "There was that mutated deer thing that wondered onto the beach and was blown apart when it stepped onto a mine," he continued at light-speed.

The room was suddenly full of laughter. "Yeah, maybe one of them will attack us," someone mocked.

"I think somethin' going to happen," Joe stated defiantly. "I'm goin' patrolling." Joe grabbed his machine gun and exited the guard post and head outside to walk along the edge of the beach.

The laughter inside stopped as Bob set down a flush and gathered his winnings to his chest. "Nothing's going to happen, you idoit," he called after Joe, throwing down the anty for the next round of cards.

OOC: About bloody time! Anyway, continue.

OOC: This sounds really cool. Can I join once it gets going?

OOC: This sounds really cool. Can I join once it gets going?

OOC: I don't see why not. Telegram, me your ideas and I will help you with the little details, like why someone from your nation would be on my Corporate Islands. Anyway, so far RPing has been painfully slow, but the more the merrier.

OOC: Sorry, sorry, piles of work at home kept me away longer than I'd intended.

IC:

Approaching the harbor of CoVar's fortress island...

It had taken three hours to secure the boat's suspicious bits, power down the various arrays that would be illegal on any civilian vessel, and of course stash the helicopters in the fake ballast holds. Then, with much regret, they'd dumped four dozen treated cargo containers into the ocean because no one comes to port to pick up cargo with curiously empty containers they won't get rid of.

'If this doesn't work we're kind of f**ked.'

'Life sucks, then you die.'

'Some quicker than others.' Carl paused, his hands sweaty despite every outward sign of calm. 'And besides, we're not helpless.'

'Yeah, compared to what we know is there, knowing these nutjobs they've got tactical nuke stashed under each dock just in case.'

'You worry too much.'

'No argument there.'

The freighter sailed in, and in the tiny tactical cabins hidden throughout the ship, the crew sat at red alert.

"Unidentified Frieghter Three-Four-Four, this is CoVar Port Authority, come in," the said one of the Employees at the Port Authority. He was trying to raise the frieghter that approached the Islands. "Please, identify yourself and state your business."

Nothing more than routine, thought the tired employee. More unidentifed vessel came in here looking to pick up cargoes of "Books" everyday. The Corporate Types were overjoyed by the success of CoVar's "Book Publishing" industry. No doubt, this frieghter would just be another one. At least, that what he thought.

The nearby overseer, was not as bored. He was tense there were reports that enemies were massing against the nearby Resi Corporate Islands and the higher-ups were worried. So was he, very worried.