NationStates Jolt Archive

The clear night was just what the Black Cell operatives didn't want. Rain, snow, anything that would cloud the skies, would be better. They were dressed accordingly to the Larkinian backdrop, black and blue BDUs, standard uniform of the Larkinian Military Police. The Aerodyne, in Larkinian Military colors, slid through the night sky towards the prison. They were armed with Larkinian weapons, dressed as Larkinians, and acted like Larkinians. They were descending through the relativly clear night towards Tertiron Reef Military Prison, in the Fire Sea. They had registered landing codes, transfer codes, and everythign else they needed. They felt the sudden gforce pulling them out of their seats as the hoverdyne slowed.

They exited the aircraft moments after landing. The lead of the group approached the main entrance, showing no fear or concern of the surounding power armor or gaurds. He extended his hand, with a sheaf of papers to the door gaurd. "Lt. Craig Masterson, here for a prisoner transfer." He handed over the approval for the transfer of one of the small petty criminals to a regular maximum security prison. The door gaurd noded, and let 'Masterson' and his transfer team in.

They moved through the coridoors silently, escorted by the assistant warden, towards prisoner #33456567's cell. However, Masterson had other plans. He stood silently next to the assistant warden till he knew he was in the clear. "I know how much you make. It isn't much, especially working in this place. What if I told you I could pay you three times as much as you get here, and regularly, not just once. Yearly, say, 90,000 NuYen?"

The gaurd continued walking, not saying anythgin for a moment. "What do I have to do to get this?"

"Just give us Grant. No big deal. No one needs to know you did it. We switch prisoners, we take Grant, and you stick this," he looked at the sheet about his prisoner transfer, "airplane thief in solitary. Deal?"

"And If I refuse?"

"We kill you, take Grant by force, and keep the money. Simple enough."

The assistant warden continued walking, and then simply nodded. They carefully escorted the prisoner to the solitary area, where they tossed him into Grant's cell. Before Grant could say a word, a Kelvar vest and a heavy sheet had been tossed over his head. They walked him out of the prison. It wasn't till he was onboard the hoverdyne that his hood and vest were removed. Before he could speak, 'Masterson' walked up to him, and placed a strip of duct tape over his mouth. "President Grant, all I am permitted to tell you is that you are now in freindly hands. We are granted the permission to use all means nessacery to reinstate you into power. You will have a good amount of firepower at your disposal, including nuclear, biological, chemical, and orbital weapons. We will also outfit your troops with equipment to deal with any opposition. Do you understand? Nod or shake your head."

Grant nodded yes, and the strip of tape was removed. However, he was told not to speak. Once the hoverdyne had disapeared over international waters, a little touch added on by the Black Cell engineers, a fake radar image showing the hoverdyne on its prescribed course, the aircraft began descending. It landed on the water, however, it didnt sink, as under it, was an old Soviet Alfa class, taht had been outfitted with a New Genoan catapiller drive, propelling the sub silently at a little more than 55 knots. The subamriners were carefull to wear insignialess uniforms, and not to mention their country of origin. "President Grant," a man wearing a black suit asked, appraoching from behind. "How may I help you?"

Grant popped his neck and grinned.

It's about time someone got me out of that damn place.

"Sir," Grant's Texas drawl started, "I'm mighty glad to be out of that hole. Remind me to burn it to the ground after I'm back in power.

"What can you do for me? Well, first off, call this number," he said, scribbling down a number. "Ask for Marc, tell him 'Override Falcon One', he'll know what that means.

"Next, tell me exactly how much I have to work with here..."

The man in the suit nodded, and smiled. "I'll get on this soon. Now, what do you have to work with? Like my assosciates here have said. Just about anythign you want. Our official operating budget for this mission is," he pulled a sticky note out of his pocket, and looked it over before contining; "5.8 million NuYen, or any equivalent in your choice of currency. You name, we'll get it for you." The man in the suit handed an aide the paper, and instructed him to make the call, which he did.

A home in the executive sector of Golden Agate

Jackson Davis stumbled and answered the ringing phone.

"Yeah, what?" he rasped.

"I need to speak to Marc"

Marc? I haven't heard that in a ... oh.. "That's me."

"Override Falcon One." the voice on the end of the line said before hanging up.

Holy sh*t, he did it... he really did it.

Davis picked up his secured line, then dialed another number.

"Will, Marc. 'Override Falcon One', active. 24 hours and counting down," he said clicking the countdown on his watch before hanging up.

- * - * -

"Anything I want..." Grant smirked.

Takeo, your ass is mine.

"First off, what security soldiers that are left will be getting together in a fortified house in the Eastern Ridge in 24 hours. That equipment can be delivered there," he said.

"Next, a nice, tactical assault on the Presidential Palace would be fitting," he thought, "But with the security there, we wouldn't get in."

Rios is probably in charge of security, the bastard. I'll deal with him in due course.

"Some soft targets maybe. How much VX can you get here quickly?"

The man in the suit smiled and nodded. He directed Grant to a table near by. "Please sit. Would you liek anythign to drink?" he asked, sitting across from Grant. He then removed a laptop from a small case, and placed it on the table. He opened it, and plugged it into a 'wall' outlet. He began typing. Within minutes he had his answer. "VX, in a solid form (OOC: Ala 'The Rock'), that can be easily arranged for over 700 missles with approxamatly 100 ounces of VX each. In a liquid form, like a aerosol can or the like, a near unlimited amount."

He continued his search, giving Grant time to think. "For an assault on the Presidential Palace? I believe I can get you some tasty goods for that, power armor, walkers perhaps. Just give us co-ordinates of the house, and we can start sending goods there."

Eight hours later, at the Tertiron Reef Military Prison, Fire Sea

A guard banged on the door designated 33456567.

"Come on, El Presidente," the guard sneered, "Get your ass up!"

The man ran to the door, "Damnit, can't you see I'm not him!"

The guard looked in, "Oh sh*t!" he yelled as he ran to the nearest com unit. "Sound the alarm, we have a prisoner missing.. we have a prisoner missing! Not only a prisoner, but THE prisoner, Grant's missing!"

Klaxon's blared through the base, the inmates knew too well what that meant, someone had tried to escape.

In the control center, assistant warden William Davaus looked at the monitor. In his best attempt at anger he was yelling, "How did this happen? Who in the hell was here last night that contacted Grant? Damnit, he's probably got a run to the shore. Get the patrol boats fired up, you stop anything in Lyone, or approaching Lyone!"

The man in the suit smiled and nodded. He directed Grant to a table near by. "Please sit. Would you liek anythign to drink?" he asked, sitting across from Grant. He then removed a laptop from a small case, and placed it on the table. He opened it, and plugged it into a 'wall' outlet. He began typing. Within minutes he had his answer. "VX, in a solid form (OOC: Ala 'The Rock'), that can be easily arranged for over 700 missles with approxamatly 100 ounces of VX each. In a liquid form, like a aerosol can or the like, a near unlimited amount."

He continued his search, giving Grant time to think. "For an assault on the Presidential Palace? I believe I can get you some tasty goods for that, power armor, walkers perhaps. Just give us co-ordinates of the house, and we can start sending goods there."

"Yes, scotch on the rocks please," he said.

An assault on the Palace, that would be.. very nice.

He wrote down the coordinates for the house in the Ridge. "I don't know how many people will be there, should be the remainder of the security apparatus, and a few generals still in power.

"There will be power armor at the Palace too, well there should be, depending on if Kateo was smart and left the security protocols in place."

"I don't think I'd mind having the VX rockets (Yep, just like 'The Rock') ready, just in case," he added. "I want to avoid bio weapons, because I still want to have some people to rule over. Maybe a small nuclear weapon though... That's how it started last time."

The movements at the prison had been picked up by the Alfa's passive sonar, but faintly, as they were near 200 miles form teh small prison island. The commander ordered silence on board, and the crew obeyed. THe suit man handed Grant a small note saying they would be in safe waters in 30 minutes, and soon all of this would be much easier.

The movements at the prison had been picked up by the Alfa's passive sonar, but faintly, as they were near 200 miles form teh small prison island. The commander ordered silence on board, and the crew obeyed. THe suit man handed Grant a small note saying they would be in safe waters in 30 minutes, and soon all of this would be much easier.

In the First Speakers office, Celeborne.

A young man in a crisp military uniform enters the office.
"First speaker , we have monitored a large amount of activity outside the the Tertiron Reef Military Prison. It seems they are moving quickly in reaction to something."

The First Speakers brows furrow...
"Is this the same place where Grant was kept ?"

"Yes, sir"

"Call over there and see if they require any assistance. and work on eavesdropping on their communications."

"Yes, sir"

"And no matter what they say have the 1st, 4th, and 9th armadas placed in geosync with Larkinia , and tell the Robert Young (ooc:bonus points if you get the referance)to get the marinies ready, we may have to help with a prison riot. I also want the Ohura on active listening, I want to know what is going on over there, all of this with Imitora has me very worried."

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Unto Larkinia
cc: the Tertiron Reef Military Prison
From The People's Republic of Celeborne

We have noticed that there is an unusual amount of activity in your area, do you require assistance ?

(OOC: No worries, he's sending them away from you

Ten minutes later, at the Presidential Palace, Golden Agate

Takeo Katana was pulled out of the morning business meeting by his personal security.

"Sir we have a problem," Chief of State Michael Davis said handing him an updated Threat Report. "Grant's gone missing."

"How does one just... go missing from the Tertiron Reef prison? You guaranteed me it was safe to move him there. I thought the guards there were the best we had?"

"We don't know sir, our analysis team is working on it now. No shots were fired, no report, at morning check, he was gone and someone else was there. We expect him to make a move against the new government..." Davis started.

"I recommend you move to the underground bunkers." General David Rios, head of presidential security said.

Takeo sighed, "I will not run from that tinpot loser," he said walking into the presidential offices. "However, it would be best to put out a message to our allies, to let them know what has happened."

The 30 minutes passed quickly, as an enlisted man brough Grant his drink. All the man told Grant was that they were in waters of a country freindly to the one he and the men had been hired by. "Ok, so we can keep the VX on hold, no biggy. Now, nukes? What size do you want? I can get you anythgin from a small 15-20 kilo tactical cruise missle, to a full size 600+kiloton explosive weapon. Or maybe a dirty 5kilo suitcase bomb?" The man's hands glid skillfully over the keyboard fo the laptop. "With your input, we can purchase power armor made sepcifically to combat yours. Or, we could always go to say, Resi, and purchase some of their robot units? Its all up to you. All I'm hear to do is supply you, and make sure everything goes to plan. And my services come free as charge to you, meaning whatever bill you run up is paid by my employers."

Unto Larkinia
cc: the Tertiron Reef Military Prison
From The People's Republic of Celeborne

We have noticed that there is an unusual amount of activity in your area, do you require assistance ?

At the same time this is sent to Larkinia..

##### ANH Secured Transmission lines (Edit: Sent to all ANH Nations) #####

Threat Report: Larkinia
Importance: Critical

During morning check, 0800, one Michael Grant III, current military prisoner awaiting trial for crimes against the people, was reported removed from his cell and replaced. Grant is considered very dangerous. Last reports show a possible Aerodyne leaving the prison, heading to an undisclosed location.

Analysts believe Grant is preparing to return to Larkinia and attempt to overthrow the government. Larkinia is moving security level to black in response.

##### END TRANSMISSION #####

Javin Katana hit the send key.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, "That's the last thing we need here."

##### ANH Secured Transmission lines #####

Re: Grant

How can we be of service ? We have some assets in the area and are activly attempting to located and descramble and communications in the area.


###### END #######

In the First Speakers office

" Move the 3rd armada over as well. Get Kali on red alert, and tell them to pack their bags. I want them moving 2 minutes after I give the order. Get the marinies into their armor and ready to drop."

The 30 minutes passed quickly, as an enlisted man brough Grant his drink. All the man told Grant was that they were in waters of a country freindly to the one he and the men had been hired by. "Ok, so we can keep the VX on hold, no biggy. Now, nukes? What size do you want? I can get you anythgin from a small 15-20 kilo tactical cruise missle, to a full size 600+kiloton explosive weapon. Or maybe a dirty 5kilo suitcase bomb?" The man's hands glid skillfully over the keyboard fo the laptop. "With your input, we can purchase power armor made sepcifically to combat yours. Or, we could always go to say, Resi, and purchase some of their robot units? Its all up to you. All I'm hear to do is supply you, and make sure everything goes to plan. And my services come free as charge to you, meaning whatever bill you run up is paid by my employers."

"Thank you son," he said to the enlisted man.

"A few 20-kilo missiles for Lyone should slow them down. Plus more than a few suitcase bombs, we can place them around Golden Agate until they turn the government over," he said.

"Resi you say? That's what I was thinking. If nothing else, it implcates them, and takes the heat off of me a little bit. Some of their robot units could be useful."

"20s it is," he replied, typing away. "And I'll be in communication with Resi. We'll be sure to purchase some good robots." He punched away at the keyboard, then closed the laptop. "It shouldnt be to long bfore the goods arive.

##### ANH Secured Transmission lines #####

Re: Grant

How can we be of service ? We have some assets in the area and are activly attempting to located and descramble and communications in the area.


###### END #######


Javin read the incoming message.

It's good to have friends in high places. I need to thank Ambassador Williams for that...

"I guess we could use some jail guards with a clue," he said.
#####ANH Secured Transmission lines #####

Re: Grant

We appreciate your involvement and effort. The aerodyne in question was last reported heading to the west, but the signal blanked out shortly after 0550.

Our immediate emphasis is on a possible assault force. Whoever got Grant out of there is presumed to have some kind of an assault waiting. Records of his release are not available, but posisble advanced nations with cloaking technology are posisble.

LSAC units are currently deployed away from the system, but Defiace and Guardian are en route back and should return in the next 24-48 hours.

##### END TRANSMISSION #####

"20s it is," he replied, typing away. "And I'll be in communication with Resi. We'll be sure to purchase some good robots." He punched away at the keyboard, then closed the laptop. "It shouldnt be to long bfore the goods arive.

Grant smiled and sipped his drink, "Excellent. As long as those fools in Lyone are concerned with an attack, we can slip in hopefully unnoticed.

"Who else can we implicate in this attack..."

##### ANH Secured Transmission lines ######

We will keep our eyes and ears open up here. We are monitoring a large area. Two of our communication ships are on full alert and are doing active recon.

If you like we can send some marine units down to assist with the defense of the capital. That is up to you.

The Starless Night battle group will be escourting your ships in. They seem to have made friends up there.

Is there any other way we can assit you ?

##### END #####

"How about the good people of Celeborne? My employer can throw around quite a bit of cash, we can, take out comms, make it look like they are attacking?"

Javin read the last message.

"They've got some damn good marines," Rios said from over his shoulder.

Javin turned to look at him, "Yeah, but what kind of an assault will Grant stage? biological? Chemical?"

##### ANH Secured Transmission lines #####

We would appreciate you sending some marines to assist with the defense of the capital.

We will keep our eyes open for the battle group approaching our territory.

We would ask if you could send us your latest information regarding NBC attacks on civilian popluations.

##### END TRANSMISSION #####

##### ANH secured transmition #####

Marine units are enroute, they should arrive shortly.

We will monitor all movement in the area and surrounding areas. Our ships are deploying sensor pods. Very little will move in your direction without our knowledge.

*****encripted attachment***** This is all of our current information on NBCs. Nuclear is not our strong suit, though there is still quite a bit of good information there. However our biological and chemical knowledge is extensive, that would be their worst choice. With our years of medical research we have found ways to nuetralize most chemical weapons and almost all biological ones.

##### END #####

As the message arrives many dropships begin to appear over Larkinia. Over the next few hours several thousand power armor marines were taking up positions around the capital and coordinating with the local military.

Embassy work was great. It meant being involved with your government on the most important level. It also meant that if you had the right connections, you were the ultimate spy. Craig Masterson was one of those. Of course, Craig Masterson was a common covername in the IIU, the efforts of the remaining ICI and INSA memebers from the fiasco that took Imitora a touch over a year ago. He thought about his instructions. This would be the ultimate infiltration he thought. The ICI devison of the IIU had managed, on the election day of the new Larkinian President, to place a bug in his office. However, it would never be picked up by scanners or receivers, as all it did was refract light. A small crytaline statue that had been set on the window sill refracted the amount of light in th room as they vibrated with the voices of peaople speaking in the room. A laser read teh position and movement of the crystals, and translated the gathered information into a 97% correct text file. One of the last transmissions they got before the President had been moved was a communication from Celeborne. For informational purposes, a Northampton class frigate, the Synergy, which had been in a general earth orbit since the attack on Deazeman picked up the Celebornian movements. An obvious landing force. The best way to defract a landing force was to have the troops that it was supposed to suport attack it. 'Craig's' job was to find a way to mess up comunications so that Larkinian troops would open fire on Celebornian troops, thinking they were part of an invasion force.

They wouldn't be able to trace him to his home country. He had perfect records birth, military, employment, anythign you could think of, with the Agrigentonian government. He was even Itallian in descent. He pulled on his suit coat, and under a new fake name, left the embassy complex.

(OOC to Imitora : You don't need the crystals to do that, all you need is a laser pointed at the window to ready the movements of the window it'self. You do have to have a way to disquise it after dark, or you are busted.
Also I assumed that all the secured transmitions were in a printed form, not voice. I could be wrong, i will abide by whatever Lark decides.)

OOC: I pulled it from Cuba by Stephen Coonts, so I decided to keep the crystals, even better that way, kill two birds with one stone. Anyways, if you look at it, there as been plenty of talking going on, and one could always infer. I just cant wait to see you all try to indicit me on this, thats where its gonna get fun... :twisted:

OOC: Out for the night, gonna go to bed/watch Scarface. Lark, if the bribe idea dont work, I got another one we could use, which would serve a dual purpose, we'll talk about it tommorow.

OOC: I pulled it from Cuba by Stephen Coonts, so I decided to keep the crystals, even better that way, kill two birds with one stone. Anyways, if you look at it, there as been plenty of talking going on, and one could always infer. I just cant wait to see you all try to indicit me on this, thats where its gonna get fun... :twisted:

( OOC: No prob. as long as you keep your eavsdropping to the Larkinian side of the conversation and screw up on some details, I have no issue with it. I fhe closes the curtains in his office however, you get no more info.
I will not attempt to go after you on this on unless you screw up somewhere and I find out. Then I will destroy you. This could be fun. I really hope that we don't find out it is you. )

OOC: Out for the night, gonna go to bed/watch Scarface. Lark, if the bribe idea dont work, I got another one we could use, which would serve a dual purpose, we'll talk about it tommorow.

OOC: try not to do to much without me, please. I will be online about 11pm central time.

(Hope you don't mind me joining in, but Larkinia and Celeborne are in my alliance...)

"...A man named Grant sir"

"Send in troops to help Celeborne if they need it, and give them all our info on Rebellion. We've had that problem before..."

"Sir, scientists analyse that there is a 70% chance that the enemy may spy on us."

"Take a spy detection and bug removal team with the Military unit. we may have to scan for them."

+++Transmission to Celeborne+++

Would you like our help, friends? we have top scientists in the field of crime prevention. also, we can use our planetary scanner system to search for this 'Grant' we have herd about.

If you do not need our help then let us know.

+++Transmission ends+++

(Hope you don't mind me joining in, but Larkinia and Celeborne are in my alliance...)

"...A man named Grant sir"

"Send in troops to help Celeborne if they need it, and give them all our info on Rebellion. We've had that problem before..."

"Sir, scientists analyse that there is a 70% chance that the enemy may spy on us."

"Take a spy detection and bug removal team with the Military unit. we may have to scan for them."

+++Transmission to Celeborne+++

Would you like our help, friends? we have top scientists in the field of crime prevention. also, we can use our planetary scanner system to search for this 'Grant' we have herd about.

If you do not need our help then let us know.

+++Transmission ends+++

Thank you old friend. We will forward the offer to Larkinia, since we are playing in his yard, he has the final say. Any communication monitoring equipment you have would be most useful to us, as well as comm teams to assist us in shifting through all of the information that we are getting in right now.
If you have anti-terrorism units they could be of great use checking to see if Grant left any supprises before he left. But again Lark has the final word.

OOC: I am not sure if Imitora will accept your tech level, but I am happy to see you.

OOC: ImpNavy, go for it, but if you use any star wars tech (as the name implies), It'll be ignored. I ignore all Star Wars tech, as it is, for all better purposes, impossible. Also, do a planetary scan for grant? you're gonna get a few zillion people on the scan, as again it is impossible to scan an entire planet for a single person. Cele, it's gonna be all but impossible to get me, as if you look at it, I have yet to IC say 'Imitora' meaning nothign can trace ties back to me. Although you can try and crush me, but I seriously doubt it would happen. Anyways, Lark knows whats going on, and wahts gonna happen. Man I cant wait to bring in LiveWire.

I use homeworld tech now.

Also, I'm a catagory D nation (Far future), and have developed a lot of updated scanning devices-of course i can only do it every now and again-of course it'll take time and probably be a waste of time, but a scanning system still works, doesn't it?

OOC: Don't worry Imitora, I am not going after you without real proof, and I am not going to make it up. Hell, I don't want to have to come after you, I like you and I like your role play. Like I said so long as you don't screw up, I will never know it was you, and I will not play like I know until/or if I do ever find out. As far as the crushing thing goes <yeah I gotta respond to that> I got a huge pop jump on you and a military that is years ahead of you tech wise. I think I could do it if I put my mind to it, but it would be a hell of a fight, and I would take some heavy losses. Just be careful so we never find out.

OOC: You could classify me as a Class D nation cuz of the technology I have, but there are certain limits. I still have the ship that fires a weapon capable of wiping out your enitre fleet in one shot, but I dont use it becuase I realize that even as a Class D nation (as you call it), it is impossible to use based on cost effiency. Basically, I could wipe out all of the celebornian and ImpNavy ships over larkinia with one shot, but even then, it would still cost to much. And what do the scanners scan for?

Oh, and imoritia...?

NOTHING is impossible. just improbable.

Oh, and imoritia...?

NOTHING is impossible. just improbable.

Peace on earth. There are things that are impossible because they defy all given laws of nature.

Aboard the Ohura.
" Sir we have coordinated with the Farseer the Delphi and the Bell. Filter protocals are in place and we have all teams working on recovery. All 4 level probes have been launched. We fear that they may have already made it to a safe base by now."

Admiral Riva turns " Continue to monitor until further notice, if a mouse farts with in 2000 miles of Larkina, I want to know about it. And coordinate with the Imperial Navy, they will be our partners on this."

OOC: You could classify me as a Class D nation cuz of the technology I have, but there are certain limits. I still have the ship that fires a weapon capable of wiping out your enitre fleet in one shot, but I dont use it becuase I realize that even as a Class D nation (as you call it), it is impossible to use based on cost effiency. Basically, I could wipe out all of the celebornian and ImpNavy ships over larkinia with one shot, but even then, it would still cost to much. And what do the scanners scan for?

The scanners can be set for several modes and has extreme close-up.

They scan for Body heat (Useless on this planet!)
Baisic lifesigns (Designed for use on other planets, but well...)
And if it's obtainable, specific DNA Code. (Very useful.)

OOC: How do you scan for DNA code, as you need to have the subject on hand to match DNA samples? (Meaning, you could have all the DNA of me you wanted, but if you dont have me to test it against, then it doesnt mean anything).

OOC: . Basically, I could wipe out all of the celebornian and ImpNavy ships over larkinia with one shot, but even then, it would still cost to much.

OOC: you need to check with your intel personel on that one. You have 4 of my armadas up there...... I ignore any weapon more powerful than a small nuke with a directable beam.

Oh, and imoritia...?

NOTHING is impossible. just improbable.

Peace on earth. There are things that are impossible because they defy all given laws of nature.

Peace on earth is possible, but it's only improbbable.

The only reason we hate each other is because we are stupid enough to elect morons to lead the country.

There WAS peace on Earth-then man came.

OOC: How do you scan for DNA code, as you need to have the subject on hand to match DNA samples? (Meaning, you could have all the DNA of me you wanted, but if you dont have me to test it against, then it doesnt mean anything).

ok-listen:

I need a sample of the DNA-that is fed to the scanning system.

It will then detect that signiture on Earth.

I do not need to match it-it will LOCATE the source of the DAN on Earth-but it does need to SCAN the entire planet-and he can avoid capture with rapid movement.

OOC:

Celeborne: Direct focus plasma weaponry system found on the Macross class carriers. Up to five miles wide, 120,000 miles long.

ImpNavy: We had pece on earth, then liberals came along and fed it up. Of course, I'm not gonna get in a political argument in this thread, as it isnt meant to be about that.

I need a sample of the DNA-that is fed to the scanning system.

It will then detect that signiture on Earth.

I do not need to match it-it will LOCATE the source of the DAN on Earth-but it does need to SCAN the entire planet-and he can avoid capture with rapid movement.

How does it locate where the source of the DNA comes from?

OOC:

Celeborne: Direct focus plasma weaponry system found on the Macross class carriers. Up to five miles wide, 120,000 miles long.

ImpNavy: We had pece on earth, then liberals came along and fed it up. Of course, I'm not gonna get in a political argument in this thread, as it isnt meant to be about that.

OOC: I see. I could accept that, It would not even come close to taking out all of the ships I have up there, but I understand you were just trying to make a point. I have a very simular weapon, but the reload (or power up time) makes it very difficult to use.

How about we all agree that there will be no DNA scan of the planet to find Grant and get back to the roleplay ?

OOC: Yeah. On mine, I quadrupled refire time, and even then it only took 10 minutes between each shot, but I did the math, and figured that it would cost so much just to fire once, that even if I had a 10 billion person population, it would suck my militayr budget dry to fire more than, say, 5 times in one year.

OOC: Forgot to add, NOW I'm off to bed, pick this up in the morning.

OOC: Sounds good to me Imitora.

IC:

###### Message to Imperial Navy #####

Please respond to our earlier request. We could use a little back up.

##### END #####

We'll be there.

Thank you, I knew you would.

Note that i'm in GMT time, so i might not be on as often as you. keep going with the RP, and if i fall too far behind, i'll just drop out.

OOC: so it is 10 am where you are now... Dang you get up early to play :)

OOC: so it is 10 am where you are now... Dang you get up early to play :)

that's 'cos i'm a college student...

EDIT: oh, and it's 11AM here.

Bump while I go through all of this...

OOC: Okey dokey, first off, TIN, I'm glad to have you along for the thread :) That said, the spying won't work for the following reasons.

1. The new presidential palace offices don't have windows, after the little battle to break out, it's now located under the Palace itself. There is a outside view available to the President, but it's only through monitors, a la Resident Evil.

2. Sorry Im, no way anyone outside of a very tight-knit group has access to the offices during the inauguration, especially after what happened in the election.

3. The ANH Messages were typed, not spoken.

ooc: Watcha talk'n bout willis??

OOC: So the ultra low tech bug that we hid behind teh presidential seal that we gave as a gift (ala Russia) wont work? Anyways, no worries, I already got somethign planned...

IC:

Being a step behind the Celebornian drop forces, 'Craig Masterson', now under the alias of Matt Eversman, walked the streets. He ended up in a local coffee shop, and attempted to strike up a convorsation with the man in front of him. "Some nerve eh, the Celebornians landing their troops. I dont care what is said, I think its an insult."

OOC: So the ultra low tech bug that we hid behind teh presidential seal that we gave as a gift (ala Russia) wont work? Anyways, no worries, I already got somethign planned...

OOC: Yeah, I'm gonna make you work a little bit for this revolution, it's not like we're in Iansisle or anything... :P (Just kidding! *ducks Iansislian Watermelon thrown at him)

IC:

Being a step behind the Celebornian drop forces, 'Craig Masterson', now under the alias of Matt Eversman, walked the streets. He ended up in a local coffee shop, and attempted to strike up a convorsation with the man in front of him. "Some nerve eh, the Celebornians landing their troops. I dont care what is said, I think its an insult."

OOC: "yeah, I agree with you," the Lark. Security Agent in cover as a barista started before arresting Masterson... oh wait, only 30% of coffee baristas are secret agents... you know how rabble-rousers love to congregate in coffee shops ;)

IC: "Yeah, well. I can understand that," the barista said. "It's not like we can't take care of ourselves."

Another man at the coffee bar piped up, "Wait a second, without them helping out, Grant would still be in charge and things would have gone from bad to worse."

"There's no evidence of that," the barista said. "We could have gotten him ourselves."

"Yeah, what's with this," another customer asked.

"I'd like to have seen you go after him..." the first customer started.

At this point the barista threw his cup of coffee at the first customer, splashing all over his suit jacket, who stalked over and decked the barista.

(OOC: You angling for something like this? ;) )

OOC: As Barista arrests 'Eversman: "Look, Look, I'm being repressed!" Actually, took it a bit farther than I was going for, but it works just as well

IC:

"Exactly," Eversman said. "If you ask me, the Celebornians are just tyring to show their superiority. Its like they are saying that we cant handle our own problems," he said, moments before ducking out of the wya of the now fighting patrons. "Wait!" he shouted. He managed, with help from other patrons, to pull the men apart. "Cant you see, this is what they want. Make it look like Larkinians are to out of control to handle their own problems. What we need to do is go to the top. We need to get the Celbornians out of here, or else Larkinia may become a Celebornian colony. They've already landed troops, the next thing you know, they will be forcing their way into the government, and then, its only so long before its the Celebornian Colony of Larkina. So whos with me on this?"

Prime Minister's Office ; #2 Jameston Place
Ianapalis, Iansisle, the Commonwealth

A cry of "Mr. Prime Minister! Sir!" broke through Hiresh Dhawan's concentration. He sighed, and looked up as the Lord MacIntyre came bursting into his office. He really would have to look into shaking up the Ministry of Foreign Affairs; it seemed to find a new way to annoy him every day. The short little Shieldian slammed a paper down on Dhawan's desk. "Sir, you need to read this *puff puff*. It's from Larkinia...*puff* very important!"

With a look of disgust, Dhawan picked up the note and scanned over it. The first thing he noticed was that it was dated several days ago. That's when he set it back down, and glared up at MacIntyre. "This didn't seem to be all that urgent when we first received it. If it's been kicking around the MoFA for so long, why should I drop everything I'm doing to read it?"

MacIntyre didn't have a ready answer to that one. He felt a little helpless without Edwards here to back him up, and spent a good amount of time glancing about the Spartanly decorated office, perhaps looking for something or someone to pull him out of the fire. "Ah, Mr. Prime Minister, there was a bit of a clerical error...it was filed under low priority inter-ANH communications by mistake..."

That didn't convince Dhawan, but he sighed heavily and read through Katana's message quickly. It was important, indeed, even if Iansisle was blindly unaware of the massive military movements high above them. Instead, he dismissed the Lord MacIntyre - who he was becoming convinced had it in for him - and set to drafting a reply:



To: President Katana
From: Prime Minister Dhawan
Regarding: Grant

Dear Mr. President,

Due to an apparent clerical error within the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I was unable to receive this telegram until just now. Naturally, the defense of democratic government within a fellow New Highlands state is of the upmost importance to my government.

I, and the Commonwealth, support your administration as the one mandated by the great people of Larkinia. We offer any assistance you request, and let you know that you need only ask.

Iansisle is with you,

Hiresh Dhawan

OOC: As Barista arrests 'Eversman: "Look, Look, I'm being repressed!" Actually, took it a bit farther than I was going for, but it works just as well

IC:

"Exactly," Eversman said. "If you ask me, the Celebornians are just tyring to show their superiority. Its like they are saying that we cant handle our own problems," he said, moments before ducking out of the wya of the now fighting patrons. "Wait!" he shouted. He managed, with help from other patrons, to pull the men apart. "Cant you see, this is what they want. Make it look like Larkinians are to out of control to handle their own problems. What we need to do is go to the top. We need to get the Celbornians out of here, or else Larkinia may become a Celebornian colony. They've already landed troops, the next thing you know, they will be forcing their way into the government, and then, its only so long before its the Celebornian Colony of Larkina. So whos with me on this?"

OOC: As Barista arrests 'Eversman: "Look, Look, I'm being repressed!" Actually, took it a bit farther than I was going for, but it works just as well

OOC: "Come see the violence inherent in the system! Help Help I'm bein' repressed!" ;)

IC:

"Exactly," Eversman said. "If you ask me, the Celebornians are just tyring to show their superiority. Its like they are saying that we cant handle our own problems," he said, moments before ducking out of the wya of the now fighting patrons. "Wait!" he shouted. He managed, with help from other patrons, to pull the men apart. "Cant you see, this is what they want. Make it look like Larkinians are to out of control to handle their own problems. What we need to do is go to the top. We need to get the Celbornians out of here, or else Larkinia may become a Celebornian colony. They've already landed troops, the next thing you know, they will be forcing their way into the government, and then, its only so long before its the Celebornian Colony of Larkina. So whos with me on this?"

"Yeah," another guy said, "We need to tell our leaders what for!"

A security patrol walks into the coffee bar at this point, attracted by the fighting customer and barista.

"What seems to be the problem here?"

Matt stepped out of the situation, sitting back in a chair. He watched, waiting to see how the Larkinians handled the situation. He would step in, only if nessacery.

To: President Katana
From: Prime Minister Dhawan
Regarding: Grant

Dear Mr. President,

Due to an apparent clerical error within the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I was unable to receive this telegram until just now. Naturally, the defense of democratic government within a fellow New Highlands state is of the upmost importance to my government.

I, and the Commonwealth, support your administration as the one mandated by the great people of Larkinia. We offer any assistance you request, and let you know that you need only ask.

Iansisle is with you,

Hiresh Dhawan

Javin read the letter from P.M. Dhawan with a smile on his face.

"One of the few leaders you haven't pissed off then, Javin?" Rios asked with a grin. "Lord knows there are so many that you have..."

Javin scowled at him before typing a response.

##### ANH Secured Transmission #####
P.M. Dhawan

Thank you for your support. We understand clerical errors, there was no doubt in our minds that Iansisle would stand with us when we needed it.

We will let you know if this cannot be resolved in a peaceful manner.

Javin Katana

##### END #####

OOC: Would it be plausible that I'd, well, my government, would get the message? A communication intercept, or a fax line that dint quite get disconnected? Forgot to take me of the phone tree, perhaps?

(Well, I assume that most Iansislean long distance communication is done over a system of seabed telegraph wires, which is why extranational calls are so expensive. It's fine with me if there's a way of intercepting it...I'm not to sure of the actual technology behind any of this)


##### ANH Secured Transmission #####
P.M. Dhawan

Thank you for your support. We understand clerical errors, there was no doubt in our minds that Iansisle would stand with us when we needed it.

We will let you know if this cannot be resolved in a peaceful manner.

Javin Katana

##### END #####

Dhawan recieved the return message in an extremly timely manner, which caused him to shoot an irritated glare in the direction of the Foreign Affairs Ministry's office. He considered writing a return message back, but decided that President Katana would let him know if he needed any help.

It seemed an awful thing to do, but Dhawan settled back in his chair to wait.

(Eep...what on Earth did Javin do to get him so solidly in the doghouse?!?)

OOC: Undersea cables would be far to easy to intercept, just a few snips, for friendly informational purposes of course :lol: , and we could have everythgin going from and out of Iansisle on paper. With Larks permision, I'll figure out something good to intercept messages.

Dhawan recieved the return message in an extremly timely manner, which caused him to shoot an irritated glare in the direction of the Foreign Affairs Ministry's office. He considered writing a return message back, but decided that President Katana would let him know if he needed any help.

It seemed an awful thing to do, but Dhawan settled back in his chair to wait.

(Eep...what on Earth did Javin do to get him so solidly in the doghouse?!?)

(LOL, no love for the Foreign Affairs office huh? ;) And Javin, like I said, after the incident in Iansisle, then Roania, the guy in question died although it was supposed to happen. He's become Parliament's whipping boy, a la Jason Whitimere... ;)

(Im, you can try... :twisted: ;) )

OOC: Well I dont want a military ship or anythgin picking it up, because it might implicate my government in this. See, as lark knows, only part of the government is doing this, right now there are major power plays going down, so thats why I'm saying it would have to be low key, like an accidental 'Send To All' message or somethign, like the name wasn't removed from the list. Also, whats going on at the coffee shop, I got a great line I wanna use, and I need to know if the security patroll is Larkinian or Celebornian, and how the people in the shop are handling it.

IC:

**Meanwhile In Imitora**

The Law Offices Of Cohen and Ayer opened its doors for buisness. John Cohen, the younger, yet more 'prestigous', and by prestigous, it is meant succesful, sat behind a desk, reading one of the world events papers that now circled the globe, and kicked his legs up on a small stoll beside his chair. His partner, Paul Ayer, sat in a similarly large, well decorated office across the hall. He looked over his case reports for the day, nothing major. He placed the stack of papers down, and walked over to John's office.

"So, when does recruiting start?" he asked, refering to the bringing in of new associates and lawyers.

"Eh, soon enough, once we actually have a job," he joked. "Anythign big?"

"Nope, just a few cheap prosecutions, a few GTAs, one lewd conduct. You?"

"Defense of that guy who conned a few hundred people with that psychic trick. He did it, but if you ask me, if someone is that stupid to believe that crap, they deserve to loose thier money." He chuckled, then went back to reading the paper.

OOC: Well I dont want a military ship or anythgin picking it up, because it might implicate my government in this. See, as lark knows, only part of the government is doing this, right now there are major power plays going down, so thats why I'm saying it would have to be low key, like an accidental 'Send To All' message or somethign, like the name wasn't removed from the list. Also, whats going on at the coffee shop, I got a great line I wanna use, and I need to know if the security patroll is Larkinian or Celebornian, and how the people in the shop are handling it.

OOC: I know nothing... and that reminds me, I need to get Jeff's epitath ready... ;) More after deadline passes..

OOC: Yeah. But anyways, I'll be back on to this in an hour or so, I'm messing around with phot programs on my computer trying to size up some images of people for use as my new pres.

OOC: The patrol is Larkinian, and I don't want to get too far ahead until Cele gets on.

IC: The men in the coffee shop look at the security patrol nervously.

"We're tired of seeing foreign troops in our country at every turn," one man said.

"We're having a... discussion about it," the first customer said.

"What's your concern," One of the officers asked.

The barista started, "Well, our friend here," he said pointing to Eversman, "brought up a good point. We want these Celeborne troops out of here."

"Not all of us think as closed-mindedly as you," another customer shot back at the barista.

The security patrol look at each other, then one approaches Eversman. "Well sir, you look like the leader of an opposition. If you'd like to speak to the regional Parliamentary representative, we can deliver you to his office to voice your concerns."

"Well, if you still follow outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society, and believe free speech is the means which bring down a repressive government, and wish to opress the masses, then maybe I am a rebel leader. Or maybe I'm just discussing politics with some people, and the discussion got a little heated. Or perhaps you fear me? Is that it? Do you fear the common man for holding seperate ideas from the government? Do you see me as a threat to the 'peace' in your country? Sir, I am far from the leader of a rebellion, just a simple man who wanted a Grande Cafe Mocha Vanella Latte with three shots of espresso, a touch of sugar and extra foam, and decided to discuss politics. Is that such a crime in this crazy mixed up world we live in?"

OOC: Back in a bit, McDonalds run.

The security team tried to keep from chuckling at the statement.

One of them turned to the barista and said, "One Grande Cafe Mocha Vanilla Latte with three shots of espresso, a touch of sugar and extra foam to go please, on our tab."

"Sir, of course we don't have a problem with you making your statements, if we did, then we'd take you to prison instead of offering to take you to the regional Parliament leaders' office," another of the security guards said. "Better to keep this from becoming a larger incident, to let you make your complaints directly to the leadership in the area."

"And speak to a group of individuals who will write off my exposition of the Celbornians as a bunch of pompous impearialistic supiourist bastards as the rant of a lowly citizen? I think not. Anyways, its the masses that need to know whats happening to their country." The man snuffed off hte gaurds, and turned his back to them.

"No, no, no. Not at all sir," the security officer said sitting down handing Eversman his drink and sipping one of his own.

"There's apparently something that is the root cause of your concerns, so I think we should help you talk it out and find out what the problem is," he said. "So you're not a big fan of the Celeborne troops here. Not everyone is. You see, sir, it's OK for you to be upset at that..."

(OOC: Gotta love having some of the friendliest people in the world at last tally :P)

"Is that so?" Eversman asked, not loosing is semi-condescending tone, yet keeping a rather cordial aire up.

"Of course sir," the guard said letting the tone roll away, "Everyone has a right to speak their feelings. So let's start from the beginning, you don't like having the Celeborne soldiers here, you think that will lead to some form of imperialism correct? Well you are entitled to your opinion, and to share that opinion with those around you. Why do you think they would try to turn Larkinia into a colony, they've had chances before but have refrained from doing so."

OOC: Do the Larkinian people know about Grant's escape?

OOC: There are reports leaking out, unconfirmed right now. The media's starting to jump on it.

OOC: Ok, so what is the government's explanation for the sudden build up of (i.e. presence) of Celebornian troops?

OOC: Currently, "joint security exercises". As more info comes out about Grant, they'll have to change their story.

OOC: Gotcha

IC:

"Well, first off, whats the deal? Why do we need Celebornian troops in the first place? And dont give me that 'Joint Exercise' BS. There's somehtign going on that the government isn't telling us. But even then, regardless, why do we need to work with the Celebornians at all? Are we to weak and insignificant to deal with our problems? Or do we need someone else to fight our battles for us? This is just the begining of the end for Larkinian independance."

OOC: Sorry for the slight OOC Hijack, but I need to test my image hoster. Heres a picture of my new president-Elizabeth Waitkus

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-10/434717/Pres1.jpg

"It never hurts, when you're in an alliance, to learn from your allies. We are running these security exercises for the protection of the populace. Protecting your right to speak out against the government like this, that's all. There is no 'Illuminati' plotting the destruction of our way of life," the guard said in between sips of his drink. "We are not some group of Imitoran's getting ready to wipe you off the map for speaking out." :P

OOC: No worries on the hijack.

"So your telling me that our militayr is inadaquite to defend our nation? Now that really makes me feel safe. Hell, I'd trust an Illuminati before I'd trust the crap that the government is puttign out now. So your telling me that these reports on Grant being set free from his prison have nothing to do with the Celebornian troops?" he asked, sipping his drink.

OOC: Would it be plausible that I'd, well, my government, would get the message? A communication intercept, or a fax line that dint quite get disconnected? Forgot to take me of the phone tree, perhaps?

OOC: It would be dang near impossable. Lets just say that I have some RL experience with this type of equipment. You would not only have to be able to find the exact line used ( it is bundled in with standard comm lines) you would nead a primary verification code to allow the message to be recieved and a secondary to allow decryption. There is also the possablilty of a tertiary code required to decode what was decoded by the secondary......WHEW...

OOC: God it must suck working for the CIA. Thats why I was saying have it be some stupid mistake, like forgetting to take my name off the 'ANH Message' list. So anyways, you probably know some ultra top secrets, so can you do me a favor and go black mail some people so I can download music? Maybe find out that overated fat bastard Lars Ulrich is a spy or somethign, and his punishment is to donate all of Craptallica's money to pro-free music things... :lol:

"Of course our military is ready. Are you saying we should be so arrogant as to assume we can not learn new tactics or acquire new weapons?

"As to the reports about Grant, I'm sure, if they are true and not the result of an overactive mind with too much computer time, then they will come out. If these reports are true, then I think the populace would be glad to have the added support, seeing as how that bastard almost drove us into a civil war before." he said sipping his drink.

OOC: God it must suck working for the CIA. Thats why I was saying have it be some stupid mistake, like forgetting to take my name off the 'ANH Message' list. So anyways, you probably know some ultra top secrets, so can you do me a favor and go black mail some people so I can download music? Maybe find out that overated fat bastard Lars Ulrich is a spy or somethign, and his punishment is to donate all of Craptallica's money to pro-free music things... :lol:

OOC: Let me go make a few changes to Lar's file......LOL. I am serious it would be easier to tap the white house red phone than to get on a secured diplomatic line. And there nit generally a send to all option. There would be a way to get this info , but I am not going to tell you :). I am so glad we finnally have a good cloak and dagger game going. I almost know what I am doing here.

Speaking of our intrepid villian...

Grant sipped another scotch as he worked out his plans.

"If we fired the cruise missiles at Lyone, we could cripple much of their naval power quickly. Getting the missiles to reach Space City would be another idea, since the LSAC is centered there, but the last I remember, their defenses were vastly improved. The suitcases would be another idea, slip those in through their security into the corp. sectors, cripple their businesses. We have to make it look internal though, except for the help of Resi's robots."

"So your saying that Grant, with his, I dunno, maybe 50 or so supporters, if he did escape is more than our military can handle? And if not, and it is a joint exercise, your saying that we are to stupid to figure out new and better tactics on our own? Or do we need other nations to baby us along?" he countered, in a calm tone.

OOC: Well you two have one great one going, :) I'm stuck back on Ch. 2 of my "how to be a super-duper spy in 12 easy lessons" book. ;)

OOC: God it must suck working for the CIA. Thats why I was saying have it be some stupid mistake, like forgetting to take my name off the 'ANH Message' list. So anyways, you probably know some ultra top secrets, so can you do me a favor and go black mail some people so I can download music? Maybe find out that overated fat bastard Lars Ulrich is a spy or somethign, and his punishment is to donate all of Craptallica's money to pro-free music things... :lol:

OOC: Let me go make a few changes to Lar's file......LOL. I am serious it would be easier to tap the white house red phone than to get on a secured diplomatic line. And there nit generally a send to all option. There would be a way to get this info , but I am not going to tell you :). I am so glad we finnally have a good cloak and dagger game going. I almost know what I am doing here.

OOC: Well you two have one great one going, :) I'm stuck back on Ch. 2 of my "how to be a super-duper spy in 12 easy lessons" book. ;)



OOC: we got nothing without you ! :)

OOC: Let me go make a few changes to Lar's file......LOL. I am serious it would be easier to tap the white house red phone than to get on a secured diplomatic line. And there nit generally a send to all option. There would be a way to get this info , but I am not going to tell you :). I am so glad we finnally have a good cloak and dagger game going. I almost know what I am doing here.

OOC: Thanks. And I could always just have someone on the inside, but thats to easy, turn someone close to Javvin (thats the name right?) I could, just like I said, pull it up from Iansisle (tap the line like the US did the Soviets). And dont worry Lark, I'm not very knowledgable on some of this technostuff, but man, when it comes time for the LiveWire Tactical assaults, door kicking, tank movements in the country side, and the like, man, I got you all whuped there. I really wish I didnt spend the formative years of my life reading battlefield tactics and CQB specialties books...lol.

IC:

"Excellent plan," the man in the suit replied. "I'll get on the Robots now, and soon all will be set."

"So your saying that Grant, with his, I dunno, maybe 50 or so supporters, if he did escape is more than our military can handle? And if not, and it is a joint exercise, your saying that we are to stupid to figure out new and better tactics on our own? Or do we need other nations to baby us along?" he countered, in a calm tone.

OOC: Heh heh, I'm workin' on it. It's interesting playing a despot trying to get back into power.

IC: "No I am not saying that. Of course it is better to bounce ideas off of other people. You're arguing somantics now, saying that only stupidity comes if we don't close our minds to other ideas. (OOC: The Buddha says...;) ) Only through an open mind do we know how much there is to learn, and create from.

"I don't know how many supporters Grant would have. Keep in mind we are discussing hypotheticals right now."

"Learing is one thing, but rellying on other natiosn to teach us is another. I bet if we looked, we would have minds twice as smart as those in Celeborne, both on a military and civil level. I bet using local minds we could far surpass Celeborne technologically. But no, we have to be babied along by them, let them assist us while they should be asking us for our help. While Celeborne goes on, becoming stronger and more powerful, we sit, hoping they will find it in their hearts to help us."

The Celeborne troops had landed. It was nice to be back in Larkinia, and this time there was no shooting...Yet. The troops split off into 20 man counter assualt teams and began working out shift schedules and communication coordination with Larkinia.

The newly promoted Lt. Rameriz hit his comm..
"Lt. Rameriz requesting a comm link to Rios of the Larkinian government. Send following message: Good to work with you again sir, we are at your command.: end message."
Rameriz was one of the survivers of the last Larkinian mission so he knew what Grant was capable of.

At a house in the Eastern Ridge Mountains

A group approached the large mansion hidden in the forest. One reached out and opened the door.

"Come on in," one voice said as the door opened.

The men walked into the house, like an old fraternity reunion, hands were quickly shaked and hugs were exchanged like they were old friends.

"So, the old man got away huh?"

"Yeah. How is your team looking?"

"Not too bad, I can get the 1st and 4th Divisions to turn on the government."

"Good, I've got a detachment of Rangers waiting for the word."

OOC: So what kind of goodies are waiting for them there ;)

OOC: Anyone got an old, largish puppet I could borrow momentarilly?

OOC: Nope, sorry man..

OOC: Anyone got an old, largish puppet I could borrow momentarilly?

T-gramm me the details.

OOC: TGram sent.

"Lt. Rameriz requesting a comm link to Rios of the Larkinian government. Send following message: Good to work with you again sir, we are at your command.: end message."

Rios read the message and smiled.

"Damn it's good to have those boys back in town," he smiled at Javin.

"Yeah, must be nice to be adored by all," Javin said to him.

"Yep it is, not that you'd know anything about that," Rios said lighting his cigar and punching out the following message.

Lt. Rameriz, it's good to see you're back here. I'm looking forward to serving with you again. We'll get together later and talk over a few bottles of scotch.

"Learing is one thing, but rellying on other natiosn to teach us is another. I bet if we looked, we would have minds twice as smart as those in Celeborne, both on a military and civil level. I bet using local minds we could far surpass Celeborne technologically. But no, we have to be babied along by them, let them assist us while they should be asking us for our help. While Celeborne goes on, becoming stronger and more powerful, we sit, hoping they will find it in their hearts to help us."

"We've never said we are subordinate to Celeborne, we serve together, we work out of a spirit of unity, not of superior or inferior. And while we keep advancing our technology I'm sure someday we could surpass them."

"How are we not subordinate? We are getting help from Celeborne to help us get better, and even then, do you think they'll teach us everything they know? I doubt it. Do you think they'll give us all the knowldege of their technology? Not bloddy likely. All they are doing is humoring us, making us think we are learning from them and becoming strong. So while we sit here, happy as clams, thinking that we are gaining all this great knowledge and technology, when all we really get is the left overs, or things that never really made it. We hope for all this help from Celeborne. Now, tell me, how is that not showing inferiority vers superiority?"

"Yes we are getting help from Celeborne, and it's safe to bet that they are not teaching us everything they know. But it's not like they are the only place we get our ideas and knowledge from. And of course they are not going to give us access to all of their technology. It wouldn't be safe for them to. That also doesn't keep us from developing our own technologies and ideas. Nothing that they do has kept us from advancing on our own.

"If they wanted to exert their influence from a base of superiority, then they would subtly keep us from making the developments we have already made. They have not. "

At a house in the Eastern Ridge Mountains

A group approached the large mansion hidden in the forest. One reached out and opened the door.

"Come on in," one voice said as the door opened.

The men walked into the house, like an old fraternity reunion, hands were quickly shaked and hugs were exchanged like they were old friends.

"So, the old man got away huh?"

"Yeah. How is your team looking?"

"Not too bad, I can get the 1st and 4th Divisions to turn on the government."

"Good, I've got a detachment of Rangers waiting for the word."

OOC: So what kind of goodies are waiting for them there ;)

"How do you know they haven't been hindering advancements? Because we have been told they havent?" Eversman (OOC: First person to guess where I got the name gets a cookie) sipped his coffe drink. "Of course, you work for them. You'd probably believe them if they said the sky was green. You should fear the most the Celebornians. With their troops here, your job is being threatend. Not that its much of a job anyways. What do you make?"

OOC: So what kind of goodies are waiting for them there ;)

As soon as I bang out details, approx. 500 robot soldiers from Resi (of differnt types), a few walker units from another nation, th VX rockets, 10 suitcase nukes and a few nuke tipped cruise missles, say, 10.

Tim walked into the Pyramid Hotel, carrying his briefcase and his suitcase.

"Can I get those for you sir?" a concierge asked.

"No thank you," he declined as he walked to the front desk. "Yes, I have reservations. Name's Tim Black," he contined as he handed the man across the way a forged Resi Corp. passport for identification.

"Yes sir Mr. Black. You requested a first floor room. We have suite 184 waiting for you." the woman at the desk said, handing him a keycard.

"Thank you," he said, giving her and the concierge each a 100 NY tip.

He walked to his room, just down the hall from the desk. Opening the door, he saw a plush living room, with a couch, desk (complete with stylish new computer), dining table and a door leading to a blue tinted bedroom with a large queen-sized bed, dresser, and small jacuzzi.

"This is perfect," Tim said.

He opened the silver ballistic nylon suitcase in the bedroom. In the case, instead of clothing, was a large mechanical device.

He input a code and a dim buzz was heard for a few moments from the device as it whirred on. Tim closed the suitcase, walked out, closing the door to the bedroom, and set the suitcase under the desk, against the inner side of the desk next to the computer, out of view and using the CPU to mask it's signature.

He checked the briefcase, the remote was still there.

He dropped his grey pinstripe suit jacket on the bed and removed the disguise makeup, getting rid of the facial hair. He picked up the briefcase again and walked out of the room.

"How do you know they haven't been hindering advancements? Because we have been told they havent?" Eversman (OOC: First person to guess where I got the name gets a cookie) sipped his coffe drink. "Of course, you work for them. You'd probably believe them if they said the sky was green. You should fear the most the Celebornians. With their troops here, your job is being threatend. Not that its much of a job anyways. What do you make?"

"The sky's green?? Really?" he said looking out the window for a moment before turning back. "I don't worry about my job at all. I make the standard pay for most security operatives at my level in Larkinia, 55 thousand NY."

"55,000 NuYen? Is that all they pay you for being a government slave? Soon it will be nothign, when all those in teh Larkinian military loose thier jobs to the impearealistic Celebornians," Eversman scoffed.

"Yes, they aren't bad wages for government slave wages though. I don't think the military will be cutting jobs anytime soon. As any Larkinian knows, military service is mandatory for four years, and it will take an act of 9/10ths of Parliament and an agreement of the President to remove that. While there are some in the Parliament who would like to remove it, they're in a 1/10th minority. If Celeborne decided to take over our military, then there would be a lot of guys sitting around the barracks pulling a paycheck."

The request had been sent...soon the allies of the Imperial Navy would pay.....
All corospndaces were handled via face to face conversations, no trail. Names were never asked are used, when the chance came to strike back at the Imperial Alliance it didn't matter who held the sword, so long as the blood flowed.

"Assuming that when we are taken by Celeborne, they just dont fire every single one of you. Your forgetting, when you become a colony, you dont have your own rights anymore, you loose them to the parent nation."

"We're still assuming that Celeborne would try to take over. They had their chance in the chaos that ensued after the election. They could have taken out Grant, and made sure Katana had an... 'accident' and had a military leader take over as a governor, but they didn't."

"Yes, they could have tired then, but with the eyes of the world on Larkinia, they would most likely have been jumped. Now, with things back to normal, all quiet, its the perfect time to attack. They could do it quietly. Start off by infiltrating the government, soon, every decision comes from the Celebornian government. Or they could do it in one quick strike, wipe out everythgin in one move, and just take over. God knows they could, and we woulnd't have the technology to stop them."

Near the Presidential Palace

General Rios' driver walked out to Rios' car, slipping inside and pulling the key out to start the car.

Rios followed the man, but was stopped by an aide handing him the latest threat report. "Sir, this is the latest on the Grant Investigation."

"I'll read it in the car."

The driver put the key in the ignition, turned it. The engine chugged to life as Rios approached, then suddenly...

BOOM!!

The car ignited in a fireball, shooting up in the air 20 meters. Chunks of the car flew in all directions, Rios felt the shrapnel drive into his chest and legs as he flew back into the wall of the Palace....

The explosion killed five men, injured 23 others and left a crater near the palace.

The man smiled grimly. The sound of the explosion had rocked the coffe shop. "See, its already started. Celebornian sleepers are gonna hit government targets, and make it look like someone else. SO, what are you gonna do about, sir?"

((((( OOC: Daaaaaammmmnnnn))))

Several marines in the area saw their lives end as bits of shrapnel flew thru metal alloy armor.

"Sir we have a situation."

"Do damage control, but go no further without Larkinian authorization. We will send pick up fo rour injured and dead."


OOC: And now to lighten things up:

On marine looked up just in time to see the grill of the car heading towards him at a high rate of speed. His last words were "not again."

The security squad jumped up at the sound of the explosion.

"Sir, as much as I'd love to continue our discussion, I believe I need to be going," he said. "Steve, Chris, stay here and make sure no more violence happens, the rest of you are with me," he continued as the squad ran out to the waiting security Aerodyne.

Eversman chuckled. "Make sure no more violence happens? I believe its a bit to late for that."

OOC: So, is that a nuke in the hotel, or are you just happy to see me?

((((( OOC: Daaaaaammmmnnnn))))

Several marines in the area saw their lives end as bits of shrapnel flew thru metal alloy armor.

"Sir we have a situation."

"Do damage control, but go no further without Larkinian authorization. We will send pick up fo rour injured and dead."


OOC: And now to lighten things up:

On marine looked up just in time to see the grill of the car heading towards him at a high rate of speed. His last words were "not again."

OOC: Ummmmm.. whoops? ;) ('Not again'.. :lol: )

IC: As the security squad arrived, several ambulances were already in the area rushing to pick up the wounded.

"Sir, we've got a problem."

"No kidding. What was the first clue? The smoke and bodies everywhere?"

One EMT rolled Rios over, he coughed up blood. "Captain," he said flagging over one of the security officers. "Coordinate with the Celeborne Marines. Find out how... he could get so close to the... palace..." he said as the lack of blood forced him into unconsciousness.

"Yes sir," he said. The captain stood up and started to set up a perimeter, "Don't touch anything til CIT gets here." He walked over to one of the Celeborne marines, "Who's in charge for your team?"

Eversman chuckled. "Make sure no more violence happens? I believe its a bit to late for that."

OOC: So, is that a nuke in the hotel, or are you just happy to see me?

OOC: :P Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe :twisted:

Lt. Rameriz fliped up the visor on his mech suit helmet " That would be me sir. We are at your command Captain, how can we assist."
Seeing Rios laying on the ground Rameriz dropped to his mechanical knees next to him.
"You can't die, you still owe me a scotch."

Captain Murdoch saluted Lt. Rameriz, "Captain Steve Murdoch. We need to quarantine the scene until the Criminal Investigation Team arrives.

"Next, I'd sure like to know who in the hell was able to get close enough to set up a bomb like that in the General's car. What kind of explosives experts do you have in the area?"

OOC: Where's Briggs? Well, I'm off to bed, actually gotta get up for class tomorow. And I wanna watch TriGun. Peace out yos.

Rameriz Speaks into a small mic on his helmet.
"Close off the area, Larkinian security only are allowed to come in or someone escourted by Larkinian security.
Tanner, get to my position on the bounce."

Jump boots activate in the distance, a few moments later another suit of power armor lands next to Rameriz.
"Tanner reporting sir."

OOC: And on this note, I've gotta get back to the Casa de Larkinia and move some more stuff. G'night!

Night all. See you tommorow.

(*snaps fingers. Late again! ;) Oh well, night all. Loved reading it, even if I am a little late to participate...and given the fact I'm about 200 years behind you all technologically and don't have an intelligence agency of any kind, ya probably didn't want me to anyway :)

And 55,000 NY yearly? Man, I'm only giving Weathers 2,000 Gnl annually (plus tips :P), which is still more than the average salary of 1,500 Gnl!)

Average pay of an enlisted Corpral in the Imitora Colonial Marine Corps is approx. 60,000 Allied Credits anually, with 1 allied credit being equivelent to 6 USD.

(*snaps fingers. Late again! ;) Oh well, night all. Loved reading it, even if I am a little late to participate...and given the fact I'm about 200 years behind you all technologically and don't have an intelligence agency of any kind, ya probably didn't want me to anyway :)

And 55,000 NY yearly? Man, I'm only giving Weathers 2,000 Gnl annually (plus tips :P), which is still more than the average salary of 1,500 Gnl!)

(Hell dude, what's taking you so long? Get your ass in here somehow. Get your world-famous detective... OK so he's not famous enough that I remember his name ;) in here then!)

(Hell dude, what's taking you so long? Get your ass in here somehow. Get your world-famous detective... OK so he's not famous enough that I remember his name ;) in here then!)

(H. Samuel Dagger? Hmm...I hadn't thought about him! Someone's gonna need to hire him, though. ;)

Which reminds me, it's been a while since I've watched the Maltese Falcon. I should do that again...but the DVD player's on the computer...and I need the computer for NS...*head explodes*)

A fourth-floor walkup office
Harbor City, Tharia, the Commonwealth

The dart found its way into the soft, meaty flesh of the bullseye once again...that was twice out of three throws. H. Samuel Dagger, private eye, gave himself a mental pat on the back. Out in the main office, he heard his telephone ring. Ms. Jean Burkett, his secretary and the only woman that wasn't seduced by one of Sam's half-grins, picked it up.

After a moment, she called in. "Sam?"

"Yeah, doll?" he replied, letting loose with one last dart and frowning as it buried itself in the '17' area.

"The phone for you. Something about a job."

"They say who they were?" He took his feet off the desk, swinging around in his chair to face where Jean was standing at the door to his office.

"No, Sam. Sounded foreign, though. They even prepaid the IanCorp charge."

Cocking his fedora back, Sam picked up his office phone and grunted into it. "'lo? H. S. Dagger here."

(H. Samuel Dagger? Hmm...I hadn't thought about him! Someone's gonna need to hire him, though. ;)

Which reminds me, it's been a while since I've watched the Maltese Falcon. I should do that again...but the DVD player's on the computer...and I need the computer for NS...*head explodes*)

(Picky, picky.. just do both, granted things'll run slow. And James better behave at that B-day party, or Christin will kill 'em. ;) )

A fourth-floor walkup office
Harbor City, Tharia, the Commonwealth

The dart found its way into the soft, meaty flesh of the bullseye once again...that was twice out of three throws. H. Samuel Dagger, private eye, gave himself a mental pat on the back. Out in the main office, he heard his telephone ring. Ms. Jean Burkett, his secretary and the only woman that wasn't seduced by one of Sam's half-grins, picked it up.

After a moment, she called in. "Sam?"

"Yeah, doll?" he replied, letting loose with one last dart and frowning as it buried itself in the '17' area.

"The phone for you. Something about a job."

"They say who they were?" He took his feet off the desk, swinging around in his chair to face where Jean was standing at the door to his office.

"No, Sam. Sounded foreign, though. They even prepaid the IanCorp charge."

Cocking his fedora back, Sam picked up his office phone and grunted into it. "'lo? H. S. Dagger here."

"Mr. Dagger," the deep voice on the other end of the line said. "I need... (OOC: To talk to you, about 'The Matrix'... OK, just kidding :P) to hire a private investigator, and I've been told you're one of the best. You'll need to do some travel for this job, all paid for of course. How well versed are you on a nation called Larkinia?"

OOC: Not sure how much RPing I'll be doing tonight, just got Halo for PC, and once it decides to start working, well, sorry boys but that kinda takes presidence. :lol:

OOC: Not sure how much RPing I'll be doing tonight, just got Halo for PC, and once it decides to start working, well, sorry boys but that kinda takes presidence. :lol:

(*mock gasp, puts hand on forehead in shock* ;) No worries dude, I know enough of the plan to keep things going. Speaking of that, did Resi come through with the bots?)

OOC: Dunno yet, I'm gonna go ahead and assume he has, unless you dont want me to. I'll probably be here though, appearantly, The exact disc of Halo that I bought only works on one of those 1 billion super ultra hurtz k502908567230985730498525 computers that only Bill Gates owns.

OOC: Gotcha, sounds good to me.

Rameriz Speaks into a small mic on his helmet.
"Close off the area, Larkinian security only are allowed to come in or someone escourted by Larkinian security.
Tanner, get to my position on the bounce."

Jump boots activate in the distance, a few moments later another suit of power armor lands next to Rameriz.
"Tanner reporting sir."

"Come with me," Murdoch said as the group approached the crater.

A group of officers approached the blast site and were waved in by Celeborne soldiers. The team approached the crater quickly and opened their equipment bags.

One walked over to a small piece of the car and picked it up using a set of large forceps. He carried it to a quickly forming mobile lab and placed it on a metal plate. Another officer sprinkled a powder on the debris, which started to smoulder.

(Picky, picky.. just do both, granted things'll run slow. And James better behave at that B-day party, or Christin will kill 'em. ;) )

(Heh, I know I am ;) When you have an ancient computer like mine (450 mhz! That was good when we bought it, anyway :)), you have to make certain choices. Oh, and sorry about vanishing there - an old friend asked me out to dinner.

Yeah, James better keep those hands to himself. I'm planning for him to...butcha never know ;))

"Mr. Dagger," the deep voice on the other end of the line said. "I need... (OOC: To talk to you, about 'The Matrix'... OK, just kidding :P) to hire a private investigator, and I've been told you're one of the best. You'll need to do some travel for this job, all paid for of course. How well versed are you on a nation called Larkinia?"

"Well, whoever they are, they're right," replied Dagger, picking up a dart in his other hand and testing the point. "Fairly well. They're an ANH member, right? Some electoral troubles of late?" He paused. "Maybe we should discuss the flash before getting any further."

(Old friends... that's something associated with RL right? ;) .. 450 MHZ?? Good lord, that's cutting edge 2000 technology isn't it?? :P)

"Yes they are an ANH member, and yeah they had election trouble lately. One of the people involved with overturning the election has gone missing, and there are recent reports of violence against the government. I'd like you to go to Larkinia and check into these reports, maybe find out who is behind the violence. Nothing that would put you in danger, mind you.

"Don't worry about the 'flash'," the voice said. "I'd suggest you check your bank account at the end of this conversation."

(I know! How flippin' annoying is that? I need to whip everyone into shape: "This is NS time. I don't like to interact with you during that time" ;) And, yeah, the computer is kinda old...well...really old. It does word process, though...and get on the internet. What else do you really need? :))


"Naturally," said Dagger dryly to the danger comment. "Seeing as how you've already taken the liberty of transferring funds, I take it you've also taken the liberty of arranging transport?" He didn't like being predictable, but money was money. "If so, I'll do it."

(Not at all, it's nice having a real life... or so I've been told... *sits at work spinning pen in his hand...*)

"Of course it has been arraigned for you, Mr. Dagger," the voice said. (OOC: You'll be traveling in the Markeria cruiser, and will need to unload hay for us ;) ) "There is a first class ticket waiting for you for the evening flight to Golden Agate, under the name Sam Spade..."

"Sam Spade?" That's a stupid pseudonyme he thought, but motioned at Jean. "I take it you'll be waiting for me in Golden Agate?" he pressed. "Say, friend, that reminds me: I haven't got your name yet." He used the break to signal Jean to start packing his bags.

ooc: I have been following this thread for like 3 pages or so..and I still have no clue as to wtf is going on!

"No, there will be a car waiting for you at the airfield," the man said. "He will drive you to the Diamond Star Hotel. You have a room reserved already, I'll meet you there.

"My name... Doe, Johannes Doe. I think the deposit will explain all you need to know about me."

"Yeah, sure, pal. Doe. Well, I suppose we'll be meeting later, then. See you at the Diamond Star." Dagger put the phone down with a loud click, before calling to Jean. "Is my bag almost ready?"

"Yeah, Sam, almost," was the return call. She sounded slightly irritated. "I can't find your bloody toothbrush, though."

"That's ok, doll," he called back, "I can pick one up in Larkinia." He continued to sit, before picking up the phone and calling his local U.B.C. branch. "Hello, I have a question about my account...the name's Dagger..."

"Yes Mr. Dagger," A woman said on the other end of the line, "I have your account right here.... holy s%&*$#! Sir, it looks as if someone deposited... 150,000 generals in your account about an hour and a half ago. That's after our 30% transaction fee of course."

Dagger was staggered by the amount - and the fee - but bit down on his tongue and hid it well. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, wondering about a female banker. That was something of a novelty in the Commonwealth. "I was expecting that. Good day." Dagger hung up again, a large grin breaking across his normally stoic features.

Jean appeared with his bag. "Here you are."

"Great," nodded Sam, grabbing it and making for the door. Jean followed him. "I should be able to make the flight with plenty of time to spare."

"We, Sam," corrected Jean, hefting her own bag. He paused with one hand on the doorknob.

"I, Jean. This job is dangerous. I'm going alone." He frowned at her. "I'd never forgive myself if I let something happen to you."

"Harbor City is a dangerous place," she countered. "Besides, I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you."

Sam sighed. As ususal, there was no arguing with her.

(Excellent, more targe... er... 'chefs for the kitchen')

The Concorde trip was fairly uneventful, "Sum of All Fears" was the in-flight movie and Dagger and Jean were served with champaigne, shrimp cocktail and steak.

The jet touched down at Golden Agate International, and as the two walked out, a man in a tuxedo was holding a sign with the name "Spade".

(ooc: That movie got me a little bit angry, because it was so different from the book!)

As aeroflight was a novel concept in the Commonwealth, so it was to Dagger. He wasn't really frightened - terrified would have been a better word. However soon he was landing in Larkinia, and the danger seemed over.

In the Golden Agate aeroflyer dock, he quickly spotted the man with the 'Spade' sign, and walked over. "Yeah, I'm Sam Spade. You who I'm supposed to meet?"

(ooc: That movie got me a little bit angry, because it was so different from the book!)

OOC: It got me angry cuz Ben Aflek played Jack fin Ryan.

IC:

Imitora Embassy, Larkinia

The embassy hadn't tottal cleared out, and was running on a skeleton crew to tie up any loose ends. However, the bomb blast had scared the few personel remaining, and a call went out for a bit of assistance. Within two hours, a pelican dropship had been launched, and in route to Larkinia, towards the Imitoran Embassy. The admirality has sent out a curt, cordial message alerting the Larkinians to the approaching ship, and then went back about its usuall buisness.

OOC:bForgotu tomaddp :twisted:

In the underground city of Tol Nammash

"Master. The shipment has been recieved."
The master clicked his long fingure names on his golden throne in the dark caverns of Tol Nammash.
"Excelent.......Contact the buyer."
"Yes master."

OOC: Ummm, one thing. The diplomats would have probably been expelled after the meeting ;)

Two unmarked C-130s and three C-5s descended from the night sky, and landed on an empty strip of land designated so in the message. One of the pilots descended from his aircraft and looked around. "So they gonna be here soon?"

OOC: Ummm, one thing. The diplomats would have probably been expelled after the meeting ;)

Clean up crew, making sure everythgin in the embassy is good to go, destroying info, etc. Take a few weeks. Skeleton crew, low level diplomats doing this to see if they are ok for promotion.

OOC: Cool, I was thinking that.

IC: The dropship was given clearance to land and the defense grids went back to their usual operations.

Edit: I'm out tonight, will have access at home after tomorrow night. *yea!!* If anything gets rolling, Celeborne you've got control of the Larkinian good guys and Imitora has control of the Larkinian bad boys.

The dropship landed in the street in front of the embassy. The rear door descended open, and 12 men, all graduates of the HERCULES program, stepped off, the dark green MJLONIR BaseMod. I armor reflecting the sun. They took up defensive positions around the embassy. Three more men stepped off, not wearing any military outfit whatsoever. All three were dressed relativly similar, varying TShrits, green or kahki cargo pants, kahki photographer style vests, and varying style of Oakley sunglasses. Each also had a M5AB slung across their chests, and a M6D strapped to their thigh. Footware differed from Veitnam Jungle Boots to 'Flip-Flops'. "Well," the obvious leader spoke, "lets go find our shooting point." The men began walking, rather nonchaulauntly towards teh blast sight.

A horizantal door opens in the wasteland of Dragosia, air escapes from the man made tunnel like the earth has exhaled a long held breath.
Four large cargo trucks drive up the ramp . "Tol Nammash welcomes you. The items you requested are onboard these trucks." The speaker is a small dark man dressed in an skin tight brown uniform.
"we have procured the items you requested. We hope that this will assist you with yourcause. In the interest of continuing our good relations we would also like to offer you the sevrices of one of our Nauk Shiar. They are religious zelots who have already recieved last rites, so they have no concerns about thier own saftey. However, they are much better trained than the normal suicide bomber and seek to do as much damage as possible before being caught. When caught they have a speical suprise for thier captors. Would you like him to join you ?"
Another small dark man dressed in kahkis a t-shirt and tennis shoes walks up the ramp carrying a gym bag. He has a big grin on his face and looks fairly harmless.

Rameriz Speaks into a small mic on his helmet.
"Close off the area, Larkinian security only are allowed to come in or someone escourted by Larkinian security.
Tanner, get to my position on the bounce."

Jump boots activate in the distance, a few moments later another suit of power armor lands next to Rameriz.
"Tanner reporting sir."

"Come with me," Murdoch said as the group approached the crater.

A group of officers approached the blast site and were waved in by Celeborne soldiers. The team approached the crater quickly and opened their equipment bags.

One walked over to a small piece of the car and picked it up using a set of large forceps. He carried it to a quickly forming mobile lab and placed it on a metal plate. Another officer sprinkled a powder on the debris, which started to smoulder.

OOC: waiting to see what they come up with.

OOC: Any response to my guys showin up?

OOC: Are your people walking up to the controled area ?

OOC: Yeah, well the three SF types are, the HERCULES troops are at the embassy.

Upon seeing the three armed men aproaching the blockade celeborne power armor marines form up. The man up front with sgt stripes on his armored sleeves speaks through an amplification system.
"Stop now and identify your selves."
There are many weapons pointed at the three men. They do not look like standard weapons, with the exeption on a pair of shotguns.

The men continue walking, unimpressed. They stopped about a foot from the Celebornian Marines, and the leader of the three speaks. "You wanna know who I am? Tony f*ckin Montana, thats who I am. Now get outa my way kid, we got buisness to do." One of the other men behind chuckled, and then followed 'Tony', who had sidestepped the seargent, and began walking towards the mobile command set up near the blast crater.

OOC: One more post before I go to bed.

OOC: Not so fast on the walk-by...

When the man finishes his little speach and begins walking forward, the four men in power armor behind the sgt open fire.
2 automatic shotguns loaded with beanbags
1 net gun
1 sonic wave disrupter (very much like the toy up Nivens arm, but bigger)

The Sgt releases a highpowered sleep gas into the face of the speaker.

OOC: Less than lethal? Mother Goose you Pussy. So hows the Lars file comming along? And theres some guy that came to tal to us tongiht about the Kenedy assasination, you might want to keep an eye out for him, I think he's on to somehtign. Although he tried to convince us that Walter Cronkite and hat other guy (cant think of his name) are in on the cover up. :lol:

IC:

The beanbags hurt, but 'Tony' could deal with it. He had been hit with worse, like actual bullets, and the marbells from high powered 'paint' guns in training. Same with the sonic disrupter. Imitora, for a while, had been a lead in 'less than lethal' weaponry to deal with riots, until the police learned it was more effective to use live ammo. Protestors for some reason seemed to stop protesting when their leaders face disappeared in a spray of blood, brain, and bone matter.

However, back when less than lethal technologies were the bad ass way to go, one concern was that the LTL weapons would be used against the users. Intensive training was undertaken to stregthen Riot Officers and Military personel to deal with things such as 'sonic disrupters', bean bag weapons, mace, sleeping gas, tear gas, and the like. The soldiers never got used to it, and never liked it, but learend to deal with it. 'Tony' shrugged off the sleeping gas. It was an intresting expirence, getting use to dealing with gasses, and it was a fun expierence the first few time around. While the police had stopped the training a while back, the military kept it up, especially in the Special Operations Programs. One of the men was hit by the net gun, and struggled a bit, but 'Tony' waved him off, telling him not to worry about it.

Rony raised his M5AB, and tapped the small exposed barrel against the seargents stripes on his armor. "See that, maybe once you get some officer's bars in there, we'll talk. Untill then, hows about no. If we wanted you all dead, then you would all be dead all ready. It wouldn't take much. Now son, if you'll excuse me, I got buisness to attend to." He walked past the seargent towards the mobile command center.

EDIT: Good changed to Goose.

OOC: Damn Imitora, someday my stuff will work on you.....By the way that sleeping gas was created by one of the top chemical manufactures in the world...Us...But any way. And yes less than leathal is always the first option when operating in a foreign country. I can tell you have no real experience with LTL equipment, that bean bag from that distance would have knocked down the Hulk, and a net from that range should have put to of them down with a bad case of the tangles and your troops could not have trained against sonic disrupters, Western asia and I are the only ones that have them...Oh well.

And Walter Cronkite was the second shooter.....

The sgt did not even respond he had his orders and he knew full well that the little pea-shooter would not do more than dent his armor. He had followed protical and attempted level one LTL, now he had to take it up a notch.
The sgt extended a small baton from his arm as the man was talking to him and activated the shockwave. Simutaniously hitting him with a right hook from his other hand.Power muscles lending speed and strength to the punch.
The other four men make a human and metal barrier to block the way of the other 2 and 10 more suits start bounding in.
Larkinian security has been notified.

what the hell is goin on?
i dont even get wot i ave to do??
is neone from liverpool?
lol pls help :D
:roll: <--lmao!!

I think this may be a good time to give some information on the Celeborne Armada Marines that are wandering around.

There are somewhere in the neighborhood of 10,000 of these guys total. They are the Elite of the Elite. Less than 1% of the total military meet the phsyical, mental and experience qualifications to become a member of the C.A.M. All of these troops have served in international conflicts, and have a minimum of 5 years of special training. Most of these guys don't even see thier power armor suits for the first time until they have served at least one full term (6 years) and have reupped. This puts the average age of the C.A.M. at 29, these are not wet behind the ears newbies, and that is the reason that we use them in tense situations on foreign soil. The equipment that they use are various forms of power armor .
There are 10 dropships that move these troopers around the starsystem and deploy them to various hotspots. The Robert Young is the home ship of the 1,000 troops on Larkinian soil at the moment.
These troops have been deployed in many NS conflicts (real experience) and are not push overs.
I based these troops loosely on the book (not the crap fest movie) Starship Troopers. If you havent read it, go buy it now.

'Tony' went down hard, but he rolled to his left, and forced himself to sit. He rolled back, then popped up. He stretched out, his jaw was sore, but a brief check showed it was set, and he turned his back to the Celebornians. Just as the seargent did, he had his orders, and he would be damned if he let some enlisty stop him. He kept walking.

However, 'Eversman' the man from the coffee shop was there as well. He had discarded his suit for a pair of cargo shorts and a light tshirt. He piked up a bottle, and chugged it at the Celebornians. "Go home you impealistic f*cks! What gives you the right to tell people in a country other than yours what they can and cannot do? Huh? Last time I checked, we weren't in Celeborne, or are we? Huh?" A few more 'disenters' more of the Black Cell public operatives showed up, dressed simalerly, and also began taunting and throwing rocks. Some comments were made about the Celebornians' mothers, as well as wives, girlfriends, sisters, and the like. In total, there were near 40 or 50 of the men and women, and all were letting rocks, bottles, and the like go.

EDIT, snipped out the long part about the ICMC, for all relavent info, please look here->Click Me You Dirty Bastard! Click Me Hard! :D (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1832578&highlight=#1832578)

OOC: Damn, nice to see the shooting has already started ;)

Cuz I'm a bee you em pee

The unmarked transport crafts slid through the inky black night sky. Between the five aircraft were 500 of the newest version of the Resi Combat robots, and five of the FARQ walkers. In the cockpit of each FARQ was a little yellow sticky note for the person choosen to pilot. "If all else fails, self destruct, gigantic plasma explosion," it read. They flew towards a spot designated by the Larkinia rebels to land and drop off the equipment. There was also a small Casa cargo plane, carying on bored 10 ADDITIONAL nuclear warheads to the ones the rebels under grant had already recieved plus a note order for the VX gas.

The squad working in the mobile lab turned in annoyance at the sounds of combat beginning in the near distance. Two of the soldiers winked at each other knowingly.

"Looks to be an advanced and extremely high-potency explosive, makes C4 look like play-doh..."

Underground Bunker
White Peaks Military Base, somewhere in Larkinia

Dr. David Tarn looked through the plexiglass at the underground range spreading out before him.

"Let me get this right," Major General Will Marcus said, "You've finished the research and have how many units ready?"

"Enough," the snowy-haired scientist smiled through oval glasses.

"Why didn't you mention anything about this before," the officer asked.

"Presidential Order 42A-296," Tarn said. "This was President's Eyes Only. And now it's not."

The corporal in the armor gently landed in the underground cave. His eyes were not visible under the grinning skull-shaped black helmet, the small engines on his back glowed menacingly. Two heavy-armor robots were sitting at the opposite end of the cave. He turned a larger rifle to the two robots, a white burst exploded from the rifle slamming into one of the robots, twisting it into a pile of melted armor and circuits, while he turned and unloaded a burst of slugs into the other robot.

"Thanks to our original research with Celeborne, Resi Corp and information when we worked with Imitora on the SDF projects," Tarn started, "We've made very quick progress with these. We've enhanced the 'Silent Night' engines, tripled the density of the armor, anything short of a small rocket and they'll keep ticking, not well, but they'll keep going. The engines will double as jump jets if needed, and can power the external skeleton, if needed.

"And we've upgraded the firepower. Two forearm blast cannons in the left forearm for short-range combat, three mini-rockets in the right. Mobility to allow for use of regular assault rifles. And then this," he pointed to a larger over-under rifle on the table. "With condensed coils, and an energy current running directly from the engines, the top barrel is plasma energy, underneath is a regular .50 cal. slugthrower, in case that doesn't work. The bullets alternate between explosive and armor-piercing rounds."

"But these are only 'bots, people are totally different," a colonel piped up.

"Yeah," Tarn grinned, "they're softer inside..."

"And it's all in one unit," Marcus said skeptically.

"Yes sir, we took advantage of micronization research from Inoki Manufacturing," Tarn continued. "They can't run forever, but the energy cells can run quite a while. We've been cranking them out as fast as we can for quite a while. Inoki didn't mind using their secondary plant for their regular work and giving us access to their primary plants after the price we paid for these. And even better, the armor advancements will work with all our troops."

"How many do we have, and how soon can we access them?"

Will you accept our contribution ?

'Tony' went down hard, but he rolled to his left, and forced himself to sit. He rolled back, then popped up. He stretched out, his jaw was sore, but a brief check showed it was set, and he turned his back to the Celebornians. Just as the seargent did, he had his orders, and he would be damned if he let some enlisty stop him. He kept walking.

However, 'Eversman' the man from the coffee shop was there as well. He had discarded his suit for a pair of cargo shorts and a light tshirt. He piked up a bottle, and chugged it at the Celebornians. "Go home you impealistic f*cks! What gives you the right to tell people in a country other than yours what they can and cannot do? Huh? Last time I checked, we weren't in Celeborne, or are we? Huh?" A few more 'disenters' more of the Black Cell public operatives showed up, dressed simalerly, and also began taunting and throwing rocks. Some comments were made about the Celebornians' mothers, as well as wives, girlfriends, sisters, and the like. In total, there were near 40 or 50 of the men and women, and all were letting rocks, bottles, and the like go.

EDIT, snipped out the long part about the ICMC, for all relavent info, please look here->Click Me You Dirty Bastard! Click Me Hard! :D (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1832578&highlight=#1832578)

The 10 marines that had just jumped in quickly surronded Toney. He had no way out and more heavy ordinance pointed at him than russia during the cold war. Any wrong move at this point would mean he was dead.
Other troops "bounced" in to cover any holes in the line and to assist with the capture of the other two.

"Lt. Ramriz to Larkinian command we have an issue down here and we need permision to fire or allow to pass. Could you send someone up here now ?"

Eversman and his rowdies were ignored as insults and bottles did very little to the armored marinies.

Will you accept our contribution ?

OOC: Should be interesting, of course they will accept their contribution.

OOC: Why do they always leve the rioters alone? Lark, how are your citizens responding to all this? I mean the rioters?

The shots did attract the attention as more than an annoyance from the 12 Marines at the Embassy compound. A young Private Robert Gibbson, armed with an M90 shotgun, heard the noise first, and reported it to his squad leader. "Gunny, this is Gibbson, we got gunshots sir," he responded

"Aye, I hear ya Gibbson, I'm picking them up now. Gibbson, Mathews, Tierney, come with me, lets go check this out." The three Marines responded instantly, and moved tactically around teh outside of the embassy towards the front, where an M12 Warthog waited for them, its V12 emitting a soft rumble. "Gibbson, get on the gun, Tierney, in the back with him," the Gunny ordered. He was pleased to see his Marines responded so quickly. He was in line for the SPARTAN II program, and if this mission went well, he would make it, and have command of his own platoon, with 50 men just like Gibbson and his squadmates. He gunned the engine, and the Warthog took off out of the compound down the street where the three from the Pheonix group had gone.

Gibbson grabbed the handle, and slammed it back, locking the belt of the M41 LAAG in place. He had joined after his father was ruthlessly murdered by the Deazemani bastards. He, as were quite a few Marines, was glad to see that country go to hell.
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'Tony' looked at the men, and shrugged it off. He had been a veteran of every war Imitora had benn in, and had seen worse than a bunch of power suiters pointing weapons at him. He looked at his watch, then shrugged. "Hurry up bitch, I got work to do."

A small dark man in a flowal print shirt kahki shorts and a pair of sandles approaches the Larkinian customs officer and hands him an Iron Lords passport.
"No, I have nothing to declare."
"Pleasure, I am on vacation."

His bags have no contriban.

He checks into his hotel, a small traveler lodge and asks the deskman " Do you have a package for me ?"
The clerk checks around for a moment and hands him a briefcase sized package.
Inside is a credit card drawn on a prepaid account in Larkina, several thousand dollars in domestic funds, a cell phone and a small pistol.
After freshining up he looks in the phone book and memorizes the addresses of all of the weapon dealers and sporting goods stores in Larkinia. He then goes out and hails a cab. He gives the cabbie the first address.

The 10 marines that had just jumped in quickly surronded Toney. He had no way out and more heavy ordinance pointed at him than russia during the cold war. Any wrong move at this point would mean he was dead.
Other troops "bounced" in to cover any holes in the line and to assist with the capture of the other two.

"Lt. Ramriz to Larkinian command we have an issue down here and we need permision to fire or allow to pass. Could you send someone up here now ?"

Eversman and his rowdies were ignored as insults and bottles did very little to the armored marinies.

OOC: Whoops, my bad. :oops: Sorry, still at work and got caught up in reworking World Series stuff (took me 3.5 hours to type that other post).

IC: "Copy, we've got troops inbound. No one passes without a clearance."

Murdoch turned to a group of heavily armored men. "Go check on what's going on. No one gets in here, without clearance. Period."

The armored men picked up their gear and humped it over to the site, "Lt. Rameriz, Sgt. Staves en route."

A couple of minutes later, they arrived at the scene of the disturbance.

"I have two questions, first, what seems to be the problem here," Staves asked the approaching group, "And second, who in the hell are you?"

OOC: Why do they always leve the rioters alone? Lark, how are your citizens responding to all this? I mean the rioters?

The shots did attract the attention as more than an annoyance from the 12 Marines at the Embassy compound. A young Private Robert Gibbson, armed with an M90 shotgun, heard the noise first, and reported it to his squad leader. "Gunny, this is Gibbson, we got gunshots sir," he responded

"Aye, I hear ya Gibbson, I'm picking them up now. Gibbson, Mathews, Tierney, come with me, lets go check this out." The three Marines responded instantly, and moved tactically around teh outside of the embassy towards the front, where an M12 Warthog waited for them, its V12 emitting a soft rumble. "Gibbson, get on the gun, Tierney, in the back with him," the Gunny ordered. He was pleased to see his Marines responded so quickly. He was in line for the SPARTAN II program, and if this mission went well, he would make it, and have command of his own platoon, with 50 men just like Gibbson and his squadmates. He gunned the engine, and the Warthog took off out of the compound down the street where the three from the Pheonix group had gone.

Gibbson grabbed the handle, and slammed it back, locking the belt of the M41 LAAG in place. He had joined after his father was ruthlessly murdered by the Deazemani bastards. He, as were quite a few Marines, was glad to see that country go to hell.
_____

'Tony' looked at the men, and shrugged it off. He had been a veteran of every war Imitora had benn in, and had seen worse than a bunch of power suiters pointing weapons at him. He looked at his watch, then shrugged. "Hurry up bitch, I got work to do."

OOC: We are a very passive nation, until the shooting starts. This has not warranted a full force response, and as we are not the lead group, we don't want any mistakes. The Celebornian people are used to this type of thing. We have been in worse situations than this and our people don't expect our military to ever fire the first shot, unless there are very special circumstances.

The marinies surrounding Toney are not the least bit impressed by his show of bravado. As long as he is just standing there bitchin, he gets to live. They are waiting on termination or release orders from Larkinia

OOC: Why do they always leve the rioters alone? Lark, how are your citizens responding to all this? I mean the rioters?."

OOC: They are watching, there aren't that many there as the Palace isn't in a heavily residential or corporate area.

'Tony' looked down at his Luminox and then up to Ramierez. "Took ya long enough." He looked at Staves, disapointed that he wasn't yet getting an officer to deal with, and tehn thought that he probably wouldnt get any better than this. He dropped the M5AB, and let it hang from his chest. He reached into one of the upper vest pockets, an pulled out a small 3.5 floppy. "Whups, wrong pocket," he said, reaching into another pocket and pulled out a card, and reached past the Celebornians to Stave.

It was a buisness card. "John Cohen Atourney at Law, Pesonel Prosecution, 817-556-3433". There was a picture of the justice scales and at the top of the card it read "Cohen and Penn Law Offices". "Well, that answers your first question. Now, what am I doing here? I'm here to make sure this dont turn into a cluster f*ck like Deazeman did." He velcroed teh pocket shut, and pulled his rifle back into his hand. There are Imitorans here, on the ground, and I'm here to insure their safty. More than what one could say about these guys," he finished, indicating the Celebornians. The sound of the Ford V12 could be heard near by, and the sound grew louder as the Warthog approached.

OOC: Why do they always leve the rioters alone? Lark, how are your citizens responding to all this? I mean the rioters?."

OOC: They are watching, there aren't that many there as the Palace isn't in a heavily residential or corporate area.

OOC: Gotcha. Well, we can keep this fun...

IC:

Eversman nodded slightly as the Celebornians shrugged off the attacks, and disappeard. One returned to his car, and pulled something out of a glovebox. He then slid into the driver's seat, and began to drive off.

After 20 or so minutes, he pulled past the blast sight, and fieghned car troubles. He exited the car, popped the hood, and began to work on the engine.

OOC: One question, how is the warthog approaching when there are enough Larkinian troops and firepower between it and the destination to turn it into a fine red mist ;)

IC: "Well sir, then I suggest you and your troops return to your embassy and finish packing out your gear," Staves said. "You're not authorized to be anywhere but the Imitorian embassy."

The Celebornian marines dont even blink at the passive aggressive little snipe by the lawyer. Over subdermal mic : "A lawyer who lies about how he is and wants to brown nose the officers, who would have thought" His voice is most sacrastic.<this can only be heard by the marinies>(Alpha Team)

The teams On the side where the truck engine is heard begin to form up. Shoulder mounted stingers line up behind the regular troops.(Beta Team)

The group nearest the broken down vehicle stand post and do not react.(Chi Team)

OOC: Ok, to clear up all this confusion, lets do some math here. Where are all your troops? I need to know where Larkinian troops are, general armorment, etc. So far, by your explanations, security is very light visablly, kinda like an airport. Guys every here and there with Rifles, but thats about it. I also see it as a ton of troops AT the Palace, but thats about it.

IC:

Cohen pulled out a sheet of paper. "See, now, here, it dont say that. All it says is I have permision to land my troops at our embassy. When we landed, you never issued any orders we were confined to the embassy. Now, if you want, you can go into that fancy building, and get your president out here, and have him tell me and my men to leave. Otherwise, piss off, and let me do my personel prosecution."

OOC: Cohen is an officer, so he expects to deal with officers.

IC:

The Warthog rounded the corner, and the Gunny and Matthews hopped out, holding their M5ABs in a defensive posture. Gibbson slowly moved the M41 across the general sight level equivalent to the Celebornian soldier's chests. Tierney moved to one of the front seats, leveling his weapon, a M5AA rifle, at one of the Stinger set ups.
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The man looked up to the Celebornians before speaking. "So wanna ya'll wanna help or are you to stupid to do some simple automotive work. I know what to do, but I'm gonna need another person."

OOC: There are a lot of troops at the Palace, but One Mil-Sec Company, complete with assault humvees and air support in the Diplomatic Sector is clustered around the embassy, given tensions between Imitora and Larkinia, your guys have been cleared to get your guys out, but that's it. These are troops in full tactical assault armor, including AK-47, with 50 cal. MG and rocket launchers in support.

IC: "Well then, slappy, I suggest you go back to your embassy and file a diplomatic complaint. You are to get your support staff off of Larkinian soil, and that's it," Staves said.

"Kiddo, until your name is President whatever, your the last person I'll be taking orders from. Now, I'm off to find out exactly whats going on here, as par orders, and thats that." Cohen began to push past the Celebornians again, towards the crater in the ground.

<Alpha Team> Still standing ready to drop "Tony" if he moves without permission.


<Beta Team> Loud speaker activated : Stand down and await permission to pass.

<Chi Team> No response.

Total troop deplyment by Celeborne : 1000 armored Marinies. 300 in armor, 400 on admin and support duty, 300 at rest.
The 300 in armor are split in to the three teams.
each team has :
All armed with CM50 .50 cal armored assult rifle
3 frag grenades.
3 flash/bang grenades
3 sleep gas grenades
1 in 5 armed with automatic shotgun
1in 5 armed with type CM67-IV Gyrojet heavy machine gun
1 in 10 armed with stinger-X pulse missle launcher
1 in 20 armed with netgun
1 in 100 armed with tango-101 gyrostabilized sniper rifle

Weapons in armor :
Shockwave stun baton.
Sleep gas despenser
Little dragon flame gun
7.62 Auto pistol
Back mounted dual M203 grenade launchers with 8 round clips each (one loaded with flash bang one loaded with high damage frag)

Armor has light/sound dampeners and enhancers
Internal air and water / air filtration
Heavy armor (Most rounds bounce right off)
Radition shielding
Light refraction armor (lasers and laser guided systems have a real problem with this)
Jump jets
ECM
ECCM
Heavy incoded comm link
Command and stealth units have enhanced speed and "cloaking " tech
Heavy muscle augmentation to carry it all around.

"Kiddo, until your name is President whatever, your the last person I'll be taking orders from. Now, I'm off to find out exactly whats going on here, as par orders, and thats that." Cohen began to push past the Celebornians again, towards the crater in the ground.

Unless he has enhanced muscles he is just standing there pushing. He is trying to push aside 10 guys in tank suits.

The Gunny nodded over to Mathews, and spoke somethign that only he, Matthews, Tierney, and Gibbson heard. Gibbson visably leaned forward an inch, and the Gunny and Mathwes both dropped to a knee, bringing the rifles up slightly.

OOC: Unless you have interlocking suits, there are gaps :lol:

BIC:

Cohen just stood sideways, an dipped inbetween two of the suits.

The Gunny nodded over to Mathews, and spoke somethign that only he, Matthews, Tierney, and Gibbson heard. Gibbson visably leaned forward an inch, and the Gunny and Mathwes both dropped to a knee, bringing the rifles up slightly.

OOC: Unless you have interlocking suits, there are gaps :lol:

BIC:

Cohen just stood sideways, an dipped inbetween two of the suits.

OOC: Now that will work !!

<Alpha Team> As "Tony" Slips past Lt. Rameriz hits his mic both external and internal/Larkinian security channel " Armed Imitorian past perimiter STOP HIM" the team turns and raises weapons.

<Beta Team> Internal/Larkinian security channel "Imitorian armed vehicle has displayed hostil intent, weapons have been drawn, no shots fired, Larkinian back up requested."

<Chi Team> One of the chaps activates his head cam incase something funny happens.

The Gunny nodded over to Mathews, and spoke somethign that only he, Matthews, Tierney, and Gibbson heard. Gibbson visably leaned forward an inch, and the Gunny and Mathwes both dropped to a knee, bringing the rifles up slightly.

OOC: Unless you have interlocking suits, there are gaps :lol:

BIC:

Cohen just stood sideways, an dipped inbetween two of the suits.

OOC: Again, they have to get past the troops at the embassy, otherwise they're staring down the barrels of a lot of firepower.

IC: Additional security units closed the distance to the rioters, one unit broke off to assist Chi Team with 'Eversman'.

*Sir, we have a situation here*

*Understood, 'Angel' flights en route for backup*

"Bub," Staves said, stepping in the way, "You are here at our leisure. You will head back to your embassy now, or I'll carry you back myself."

<Chi Team> No response.


"Right, liek I thought." He went back to working on the car.

Cohen ignored teh weapons, and kept walking toward teh blast.

The Marines at the 'Hog stayed in a defensive pose, the onboard vehicle cammer that had been activated by Gibbson picking it all up.

However, the one thign that would most likely have gotten thier attention was the sound of an explosion. And not just a standard explosion. It was actually two blasts so close together, one would only hear a single 'boom' The first explosion was that from a cheaply made grenade that the man at the car had affixed to the engine. Its purpose wasnt to take anyone out, but to ignite the light plasma explosive, really a medium sized plasma battery designed to to self destruct once damaged.

***Tango One to Chief : I have the shot, call it.***
***Tango Two to Chief : I have the shot, call it.***
***Tango Three to Chief : I have the shot, call it.***

<Chi Team> No response.


"Right, liek I thought." He went back to working on the car.

Cohen ignored teh weapons, and kept walking toward teh blast.

The Marines at the 'Hog stayed in a defensive pose, the onboard vehicle cammer that had been activated by Gibbson picking it all up.

However, the one thign that would most likely have gotten thier attention was the sound of an explosion. And not just a standard explosion. It was actually two blasts so close together, one would only hear a single 'boom' The first explosion was that from a cheaply made grenade that the man at the car had affixed to the engine. Its purpose wasnt to take anyone out, but to ignite the light plasma explosive, really a medium sized plasma battery designed to to self destruct once damaged.

OOC: At least the little trouble maker is dead.

<alpha team> Awaits Larkinian response.
<Beta Team> Weapons armed. "DON"T MOVE"
<Chi Team> three Marines died in the blast. 20 more are there on the bounce. "Set up a perimeter. NO ONE GETS IN."

"Rameriz to Larkinian command please give us engadgement peramiters."

OOC: Time out.. a couple things need to be clarified.

1. How did the backup team get there, unless they wanted to fight their way in. Right now there are about 25 rockets launchers aimed at Gibbson's head then...

2. Cohen hasn't dealt with Staves, and he's looking at a stun baton to the kidneys right now unless he responds to the man standing in front of him.

3. Where did Eversman get the car?

Gibbson was the first to jump. Out of reflex, he spun, swinging teh tri-barreld gun towards the sound of the explosion. Tierney swung his rifle in the same direction. He shouted somethign only the Marines would hear, and although only the Gunny's battlefield recorder was running, all the Marines confirmed it was somethig along the lines of 'what the f*ck'. Gunny ordered the men to drop back, and Tierney swung back into his seat as Gibbson covered the Gunny and Mathews. "Thats our sign to let the Celebornians deal with it." The Warthog shot backwards for fifteen feet before the Gunny swung the wheel, and rotated the jeep like vehicle, heading back towards the embassy.
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Cohen dropped, as did his three men, and pivoted towards teh direction the explosion came from. "Whiskey one whiskey one fossil is clear, I dont like that shit, sounds like pre plasmatic. You out?" The Gunny, who was Whiskey one, barked back his reply, telling Cohen his Marines were on the Pelican, and that due to the embassy staff, they were gonna need to leave the 'Hog behind.

OOC: Time out.. a couple things need to be clarified.

1. How did the backup team get there, unless they wanted to fight their way in. Right now there are about 25 rockets launchers aimed at Gibbson's head then...

2. Cohen hasn't dealt with Staves, and he's looking at a stun baton to the kidneys right now unless he responds to the man standing in front of him.

3. Where did Eversman get the car?

All my posts are on hold until this is taken care of.

OOC: Time out.. a couple things need to be clarified.

1. How did the backup team get there, unless they wanted to fight their way in. Right now there are about 25 rockets launchers aimed at Gibbson's head then...

2. Cohen hasn't dealt with Staves, and he's looking at a stun baton to the kidneys right now unless he responds to the man standing in front of him.

3. Where did Eversman get the car?

1. The backup team isnt at the same part of the Embassy, and I thought they were dealing with a couple of Celebornians, just driving down the street. I didnt know they were that close to the embassy, I was just using that to show how loud the engine fromt eh V12 MilTech PowerForce was.

2. I thought thats who Cohen was talking to, Staves?

3. Not Eversman, another Black Cell operative, could have gotten it rental, bought it at a dealership, or by owner. Eversman went back to an apartment he been staying at, under the cover as an Agrigentonian Embassy worker.

1. The backup team isnt at the same part of the Embassy, and I thought they were dealing with a couple of Celebornians, just driving down the street. I didnt know they were that close to the embassy, I was just using that to show how loud the engine fromt eh V12 MilTech PowerForce was.

2. I thought thats who Cohen was talking to, Staves?

3. Not Eversman, another Black Cell operative, could have gotten it rental, bought it at a dealership, or by owner. Eversman went back to an apartment he been staying at, under the cover as an Agrigentonian Embassy worker.

1. My bad I jumped the gun. Looks like the situation has been handled

2. Yeah but he still has a sh*t load of weapons aimed at him.

3. If Eversman walked away from the car that should have been in the post.

1. I didnt see any Lark troop response to the 'Hog, only the Cele one, so I thought thats what it was.
2. He's had guns pointed at him before, and he knows you arent gonna shot unless you really need to.
3. Eversman did walk away after the riot, one of the other rioters went to the car.

1. I didnt see any Lark troop response to the 'Hog, only the Cele one, so I thought thats what it was.
2. He's had guns pointed at him before, and he knows you arent gonna shot unless you really need to.
3. Eversman did walk away after the riot, one of the other rioters went to the car.

1. Like I said, my bad...Sorry, I thought they were aproaching the embassy.

2. Cool, but you should allow Lark to respond to his actions before moving him again.

3. Wrong.
Eversman nodded slightly as the Celebornians shrugged off the attacks, and disappeard. One returned to his car, and pulled something out of a glovebox. He then slid into the driver's seat, and began to drive off.
This reads like it was Eversman that did it. If not cool but it needs to be clearified.

I thought the use of 'one' as opposed to 'he' would make that fairly clear. :P

It would prove your point , but it was still not clear. No worries from me. Lark ?

I dont think he's on, going home from work. Man, they got this thing on the history channel about bullets, its tizzle. Like they have this one bullet that can pierce steal like it isnt there, but once it hits flesh, it turns into an ultra fragmenting bullet, and rips up the inside of the target. Man I gotta get me some of those.

I dont think he's on, going home from work. Man, they got this thing on the history channel about bullets, its tizzle. Like they have this one bullet that can pierce steal like it isnt there, but once it hits flesh, it turns into an ultra fragmenting bullet, and rips up the inside of the target. Man I gotta get me some of those.

OFFICAL COMMUNICATION:
Those bullets do not exist/ government snipers do not alternate them in the clip.
Kennedy was not killed by Walter Cronkite
Mickey Mouse is not an operative for the CIA
George Bush (I & II) are not muppets

We agreed that Walter Kronkite was teh gun man with the M60 on the rooftop of the post office, and LBJ was in the attack helicopter that fired teh helfire that killed everyone not in on it. The Gun man on the grassy nole wasn't really a gun man, but a kinfe fighter who was like hella fast and managed to run up on the car and use a kife to create the magic bullet effect. Castro flew the U2 spy plane hat picked it all up on tape. And to explain the sudden and intense damage to Kenedys cranium? He had a HE device put in there by the Anti-Castro Space aliens. They hit the button and it blew up. Lars Ulrich was the CIA agent who hired Oswald to take the fall, and oswald wasnt really killed. He got plastic surgery, changed his name to Jack Ruby, then killed his body double. (OOC: And you woulnd't get this next part unless you were in my Junior English class in HS)...And the real gun man was daisy cuz kenedy was nailin mertle, and tom joad and the african mercenaries were hired by the FBI to take out the CIA after the assasination.

We agreed that Walter Kronkite was teh gun man with the M60 on the rooftop of the post office, and LBJ was in the attack helicopter that fired teh helfire that killed everyone not in on it. The Gun man on the grassy nole wasn't really a gun man, but a kinfe fighter who was like hella fast and managed to run up on the car and use a kife to create the magic bullet effect. Castro flew the U2 spy plane hat picked it all up on tape. And to explain the sudden and intense damage to Kenedys cranium? He had a HE device put in there by the Anti-Castro Space aliens. They hit the button and it blew up. Lars Ulrich was the CIA agent who hired Oswald to take the fall, and oswald wasnt really killed. He got plastic surgery, changed his name to Jack Ruby, then killed his body double. (OOC: And you woulnd't get this next part unless you were in my Junior English class in HS)...And the real gun man was daisy cuz kenedy was nailin mertle, and tom joad and the african mercenaries were hired by the FBI to take out the CIA after the assasination.


</Begin Tracking of client\> {Location found/Team sent}

Umm...just ignore that last post....and stay right where you are.......
(I hate it when Comm Sat overides my command invisability)

Bring it on, your team is gonna have to get past my intense booby trap of being lazy and not picking up cut in half and blown up mountain dew cans (hey, you come out to Fulton and try to find something to do)

Mountain Dew cans !!!! {Abort mission/OvErIdE/ Mission aborted}

It would prove your point , but it was still not clear. No worries from me. Lark ?

Nah, no worries from me either, I had missed it and that's why I was asking for the clarification. Plus I had thought that Eversman had blown up too and was wondering WTF.

I had also taken the other response about the guys at the embassy. As far as the reply for the hog, I was working on one when we had another rush about the world series at work. The idea was that there was no way security would allow another nation to move troops around outside their embassy, especially given what happened.

And I was asking about the question with Cohen cause I made sure to place Staves in between him and any forward movement.

And now a very Wayne's World-esque "Game on..." ;)

Bring it on, your team is gonna have to get past my intense booby trap of being lazy and not picking up cut in half and blown up mountain dew cans (hey, you come out to Fulton and try to find something to do)
ROFLMAO :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Remirez clicked on his comm :
"Larkinia security, what are the rules for this scenario ? I have a shooting solution for the trespasser."

You might want to send that team back, I finally figured out the secret of having my Soup At Hand at perfect temperature. Now, for Game on, my Marines are on the way back to the embassy, and feel free to kill of Cohen, as it will provide a bit of insight to whats going on in Imitora right now. Sorry bout the 'Hog bit, I thought you went ahead and gave Cele ther permison to take it, so...

(Kill off Cohen? *looks at previous D-man thread* Hmmm....)

*Murdoch here, if you have to shoot, shoot to disable. If forced, shoot to kill*

(They can take it if you want them too, and for Cohen...)

IC: As Cohen walks past Staves, he pulls out a stun baton and activating it, hits Cohen in the head, ribs and kidneys in one flurry of swings. Edit: Electricity coursing through Cohen, knocking him out.

"What part of 'go back to the embassy' do you not understand?" ;)

OOC: No no no. I like you guys. I kinda need him dead. Its fairly important.

Cohen rolled over onto his back. "Rodney King," he sputtered out, forcing himself to contiue the roll.

*****Tango one : Orders recieved, one wheelchair special coming up****
*****Tango Two : I have the wing*****
*****Tango Three : Gravedigger ready*****

At the embassy, the last of the personel had loaded up onto the waiting Pelican, and so add the rest of the Marines. The Gunny ordered Gibbson, Tierney, and Mathews onto the dropship as he preped the Warthog. He placed a plasma grenade underneath the vehicle, and then flipped a small switch on a circut breaker outside the Imitora embassy. Technically, it was still considered Imitora on the embassy grounds, so when a serries of small explosions rocked the building, bringing it down, it would be like an attaack on Imitora, by imitora. seconds later, the warthog also disapeared in a burst of plasma.

The security squads looked on, datalinks activated as the marines returned, with interest as they observed the marines' actions.

"How very odd," one said as the group left the Warthog and saw the subsequent explosion.

-Double Post-

-triple post-

OOC: Damn forums.

The Celeborne troops stood tight after the explosion.

<Alpha team> Still waiting to see what the lawyer will do next.

<Beta team> Returning to position

<Chi team> Setting up perimiter around explosion site.

<Alpha team> Still waiting to see what the lawyer will do next.

(Looks at Stun Baton data... I'm guessing... moan and writhe a lot.. ;) )

OOC: How tough is the Cele armor? A plasma explosion for a good size battery oughta liquify a few square blocks.

IC:

Cohen forced himself to stand. In a rather limpic (OOC: Ew, new word) fassion, he still head towards the blast sight.

<Alpha team> Still waiting to see what the lawyer will do next.

(Looks at Stun Baton data... I'm guessing... moan and writhe a lot.. ;) )

He shucked off one of my stun baton attacks, a bean bag round from a shotgun, and sleep gas.....And last I saw he was rolling away.

OOC: How tough is the Cele armor? A plasma explosion for a good size battery oughta liquify a few square blocks.

IC:

Cohen forced himself to stand. In a rather limpic (OOC: Ew, new word) fassion, he still head towards the blast sight.


OOC: Very, the only forces killed in the first blast were the ones near the car, all three of them. The second blast I am assuming only took out the embassy.

I think there needs to be a clearification. My troops are only in the area of the Palace. I was assuming that you were headed towards it and that your car was near it since my troops are not leaving the grounds.

*****Tango one taking the shot*****

T-1 Pressed the button on his rifle that substited for a trigger. the small missle (Gyrojet round) Launched out of the barrel before the secondary formed charge exploded and sent the bullet towards "Tony's" Knee cap at super-sonic speeds.

OOC: well the first blast was just a cheap grenade, the second blast was teh actuall plasma explosion. Are you saying your armor is resistant to plasma explosives? And dont fuccin wound him...KILL THE BASTARD!

*Hmmmmm... beavis and butthead moment 'Hit him with the taser! THE TASER!!!'*

IC: Staves looked at the man moving toward the blast site, two guards walk to stand between Cohen and the blast site.

*Sir, we have one person still moving in*

*Stand by, Angel units on site*

A rumbling was heard about the group, looking up, they saw a group of slightly larger than man-sized power armor units closing in to land.

OOC: Cele, they're SAMAS suits, but I can't find a decent pic for y'all

OOC: well the first blast was just a cheap grenade, the second blast was teh actuall plasma explosion. Are you saying your armor is resistant to plasma explosives? And dont fuccin wound him...KILL THE BASTARD!

No, I am saying that we were not near the embassy. My troops never left the area of the Palace. And the blast killed all three marinies that were there. Unless the blast took out the entire palace grounds, there are only a limited number near the border, that why reinforcements had to bounce in to assist with your evil lawyer.

And yes he is just getting wounded.

OOC: Am I the only one in this world who thinks power suits are stupid?

OOC: Am I the only one in this world who thinks power suits are stupid?

Yep. Looks like you like them to me :)

The suit is impervious to 5.56mm fire at all ranges, and 7.62mm fire at anything over 70 yards. Suit contains standard re-breathers for NBC environments, climate control, and a multi view facemask that allows the wearer to utilize night vision, FLIR style viewing, and heat registered viewing. The suit also utilizes micro fiber electron muscling system that allows a single user to flip over anything under 15 tons, and two or three for everything over. Suits also provide vital stats of the wearer to his home ship.

The MJOLNIR Base Mod II, which is utilized by all those who complete the SPARTAN II program, (which is a continuation of the earlier basic training, and consumes another three years of a Marine's term), is a permanently worn version of the armor. It contains a gel crystalline layer that increases (or decreases, depending on how you define response time) response time by up to a full second. It is also capable of supporting star ship grade AI. A slightly stronger armor is used, and those wearing the MJOLNIR BaseMod II armor (which is required for all Platoon leaders) is resistant to the 7.62m round out to 50 yards. New micro fiber muscles allow the wearer to manipulate things up to 100 plus tons (metric). The only noticeable difference between the BaseMod I and BaseMod II visibly is the presence of rank bars on the BaseMod I, and the BaseMod II is a slightly darker green.

The SPARTAN III program is currently in debate in the senate, and if passed will allow for the creation of 'super soldiers', where people genetically modified from birth to act as the next step of warrior. Of course, the SPARTAN III program graduates will be randomly selected (every 400 births from all private hospitals, every 100 from the public hospitals), and will wear the new MJOLNIR BaseMod III armor, which will be resistant to 7.62mm rounds at out from 20 yards. It will also feature the use of GhostSkin, a heavily modified version of SmartSkin. It also features a new Gel Crystalline layer which can support more powerful AI systems, and a direct ship to suit communication system.

All MJOLNIR suits are designed with a refractive coating to disperse energy weapons. All are also equipped with a form of communication equipment, getting better as the BaseMod level progresses. All suits also have a GPS tracking system mounted to allow each Marine to see where other Marines are and have reduced blue on blue to a near non-existent level. All suits have a Comfort Climate Control (CCC) system, internal drinking water reservoir, and other amenities to keep Marines battle ready. Standard load outs consist of the main weapon, side arm, four magazines for each, three of each available grenade, medikit, two days worth of MREs, and an emergency radio.

No, they arent power suits, its an actual armor systems, kinda like what the US militayr is expierimenting with IRL. In Halo, they just upgunned the technology. Powersuits =built in jump jets, rocket launchers, impervious to plus .50, etc.

No, they arent power suits, its an actual armor systems, kinda like what the US militayr is expierimenting with IRL. In Halo, they just upgunned the technology. Powersuits =built in jump jets, rocket launchers, impervious to plus .50, etc.

Dang, all I have from that list is Jump Jets...I gotta build meaner power armor.

Anything that allows you to carry a .50 AR (Unless its one of those M4 Conversion kits which is a .50AE as opposed to a .50BMG) and fire it remotly acuratly is power armor. And the picture has a picture of a damn rocket launcher on the shoulder. That is power armor. And kill the lawyer damnit.

Anything that allows you to carry a .50 AR (Unless its one of those M4 Conversion kits which is a .50AE as opposed to a .50BMG) and fire it remotly acuratly is power armor. And the picture has a picture of a damn rocket launcher on the shoulder. That is power armor. And kill the lawyer damnit.

It is only accurate if it is not on full auto, on full auto it is used for supresive fire and against vehicles. It also has three different types of barrel rise reducers. Forget the picture, but it does have built in grenade launchers.

As to the Lawyer : NO. Did he take the hit ?

OOC: No he magically rolled out of the way, caught the bullet in his teeth, spit it out, and dry humped a rock. Yeah he took the hit, I always expect unsuppressed sniper fire to hit. Speaking of Rocks, Im tottaly diggin on Red vs Blue.

OOC: Dry humped a rock LOL !!!!! Red vs. Blue.....Is that the HALO thing ?


*****Tango one : Target Down*****

Celeborne powerarmorhahahahahaha moving in. Medic is enroute.

OOC: Dry humped a rock LOL !!!!! Red vs. Blue.....Is that the HALO thing ?


*****Tango one : Target Down*****

Celeborne powerarmorhahahahahaha moving in. Medic is enroute.

OOC: Yeah it is. Its so funny..."You killed tucker you team killing f*ck tard!" I higly recomend dl all of it.

IC:

The round ripped off everything bellow the knee cap, dropping Cohen. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, before passing out.

(dry humped a rock... damn that dude needs a babe. If I remember Celeborne had a yellow pages sized black book... reminds me I still need to get some lessons from you ;) )

Angel 1 landed and approached Cohen. He reached out to slowly turn him over...

...When the grenade went off. The HEDP grenade explosion, rigged to go off when pressure was released on the pin, ripped opwn a good chunk of Cohen's stomach. It also turned his heart and left lung into confeti.

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Elizabeth looked over the return reports, which noted three Marines had died durring the action in Larkinia. She looked down the list, making a mental note to write the appologetic letters, when one name stood out. She picked up her desk phone, and dialed a number she dialed all to often. It rang before a voice on the other end answerd.

"Cohen speaking, how can I help ya?"

"Hi hun, its me," Elizabeth replied. "Your still in Farina, doing the whole diplomatic relations thing, right?"

"Yeah, I am. Does my little hunny bunny miss me?" The convorsation continued on in a simialr fassion, and after wards, she hung up the phone, and called in one of her aides.

"I'm gonna need to talk to the NSD, find out why my current love intrest is listed MIA in combat in Larkinia. And why I ordered only a squad for embassy protection, and all 12 of the squad returned, but three people are dead."