NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Ain't nothin but a G thing. Bad news, I just got called down I am going out...camping, yes camping....for a few days, no Idea whenI will be back on line so after tonight Lark has control of the troops on his soil.


The Medic approached and began looking at the leg wound " At least it is clean...clean blown off." He applies <insert boring first aid stuff here> and then steps back to examin his work." well, I doubt he will die."

EDIT: nevermind.....

The medic approaching Cohen was shredded by the blast..
Lt. Remeriz " <every explicitive you can think of here> What is going on here ? Why did an Imitoran just kill my freakin medic ???"
several of the nearby power suits had extensive damage.

Hehehe...now you get to try and pin it on me...this is great, I love it I love it I love it!

*************Diplomatic Message From Celeborne******************

A man from your country identifying himself as one John Cohen Atourney at Law, Pesonel Prosecution, of Cohen and Penn law firm, detonaited a personal explosive killing a field agent of Celeborne. This occured in Larkina after the man in question pushed his way through security forces into an area that he did not have clearance for. He claimed to be operating under the orders of the Imitorian government.

<insert Helmet cam video of incident>

We would be very interested in hearing your explination.

******************END**************************************

Angel 1 sat up after being thrown back from the blast. He looked down at his shredded power armor, pieces of which were just hanging off of the frame.

"Jesus, did anyone get the name of the tank that just rolled over me?" he asked while sitting up slowly.

***Command to all troops, Nothing I repeat nothing else comes in here without clearance from Larkinia. Net them, blow out there knees, whatever it takes. Bomb teams are on Red, I want the Tango units doubled. Close this b*tch down NOW!***

Staves stood up and looked around. "Sir," he asked Lt. Remeriz, "What in the $&*@ is going on here? He just exploded, how did that happen?"

OOC: The only thing I can think of is he swallowed it and pulled the pin with his intestines. I think the ultra alert soldiers that were watching him would have noticed if he went for a grenade....
Hey this is my first ANH related thread without Niven...

" I have no idea, he didn't have anything in his hands...must have been some sort of remote....Hell if I know."

To Whom It May Concern:

Regarding the recent events in Larkinia, all I can say is your guess is as good as mine. I authorized a 12 man squad of Imitora Colonial Marines in order to secure the final stages of embassy clear out and destruction. According to a current debreif of the situation, 3 men not part of the team sent in were also in attendance, and are obviously the men you see on the video. I cannot identify them as any memeber of our armed forces, and therefore I cannot tell you anythign about them. I can personally assure you that the man in question is not John Cohen. I cannot go into why I know this, as it is a private matter, but I assure you he isnt. Now, maybe you would like to explain why you threatend my troops, assuming a defensive posture after being placed in a compromising situation? If we find out more about these men, we'll get around to telling you.
Best,

http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-10/434717/Pres1.jpg
President Elizabeth Waitkus
Republic of Imitora
Nation of the Allied Powers Region
Chomh sean leis an cheo agus níos sine faoi dhó


Elizabeth looked over the message, and decided it was good enough, and sent it off. She picked up her phone, and hit the '3' button. "Hello? Yes, Mike, get in here. Now."

In response to Imitora.

The troops assumed a defensive position because unidentified or noncleared armed troops approached a controlled area. Thank you for the other information, we were sure that you were not involved but we had to persue all leads. Thank you for your candor and your cooperation.

OOC: I know, it's always easier when our resident superheroes are around ;) And I was thinking he was rigged to go off, maybe one of the marines that left set off the remote.

IC: "Yes sir," Staves said as an engine in the distance from the crater grew louder.

The car stopped quickly and Murdoch and part of the CIT team sprang out. "Holy sh*t! What happpened?"

"One of the men was rigged to go off it looks like sir!"

Meanwhile...

'Tim Black' walked through the city, stopping off at a luggage store.

"Name's Tim," he said to the owner. "I'm here for a special package."

"Yes sir," the owner said knowingly. "It's been waiting for you," he added as he handed another suitcase to the man to replace the one he left behind.

"Thanks, you know where to bill me," he said as he walked out.

At the Mansion in the Eastern Ridge

The group of men looked at the Resi Corp. robots and other weapons.

"Nuclear missiles... VX rockets. We've got some goodies here. I can't wait to use them, they'll have to surrender."

I am out, I will be back in 3-5 days. Lark you have my marines. Sorry I have to go.

Peace out man, take care of yourself!

bump.

OOC: What's El Presidente's response to Celeborne's reply?

I wasnt thinking about one, maybe a ok, type response. Waitkus will get the full debrief with the Marines in a situation like this.

K, I was thinking that there was some more questions she'd have

Nope, shes cool with the answer. You wann apick this back up or me?

You can go for it

OOC: I love Kappa's (insert dreamy eye thing here)

IC:

The ping echoed off the hull of the Alfa. "What the..." the sub commander said. He ordered all quiet and to battle stations, the interior of the sub becoming bathed in a deep red light.
___

The sonar crew of the Duchess Elizabeth submarine, a Virginia class hunter killer saw the little red dot disapear off the screen. "Sir, unidentified submarine, none aggressive stance, 1.1 kilometers off the coast sir." The Alfa was in Imitoran waters.
____

"Jesus Christ Mike, your telling me you ordered a special operations unit into Larkinia without my permision?" Elizabath rarely shouted like this. She sat behind her desk, looking at the printout of each man who had been sent in, and placed her head in her hands. "Damit. Dont you unserstand? I'm trying to get us back into this ANH thing, and rebuild relationships with three of our strongest allies, and your off sending in troops trying to pick a fight. Son of a bitch. Get out. Now," she ordered, forcing him out of the room.

Mike complied, and exited. Insignificant bitch. You want to see power? I'll show you power, he didnt say as he left the room. An aide approached, and handed him a piece of paper.
____

The pilots nodded. "There's enough power here to rip up the entire nation twice. Dont hesitate to call if you need anything else," he said, handing one of Grant's men a piece of paper listing a New Empirian phone number.

Grant looked around the sub as the interior went red. "Looks like we have some company," he said sipping his drink. "Damn, I wish I could light up a cigar right now..."

-----

One of the men smiled at him as he put the phone number in his pocket.

"Thanks, we'll be sure to give you a call if we need help."

-----

Black walked into a small condo he'd rented under a Resi Corp. passport named "Jon Akerson."

This is too easy, he thought as he dropped off the suitcase and followed through the same procedures as before...

The Alfa sat quietly, hoping that whatever was pinging them wasn't a newer model sub. Almost fi by magic, a small wooden box was held out to Grant, and opened, revealing a dozen cigars.
____

The sonar operator on board teh Elizabeth watched as the contac disapeared and reapeared with every ping. "Sir, we have a firing solution, what should I do?"

"Send a warning, tell them they have five minutes to turn artound and exit territorial waters or we will open fire."

"Aye aye sir."
____

Meanwhile on a small planet in teh groombridge system, slowly being colonized by Imitora, two men in MJOLNIR ModBase I armor stood atop a small natural balcony in a dry lake bed in a box canyon. The looked through sniper scopes to a small military outpost, reconin the movements of the enemy. "Damn reds," one of them said quietly.

Grant picked up a cigar, clipped it and smiled, "You boys mind if I light up? I know it's tight in here and all..."

-----

At the blast sight

"Sir," Staves turned to Murdoch as he walked up, "I've never seen anything like this." he said as they looked around the area. "It looks like this guy's armor was rigged to go off..."

-----

In the plains between the Sandias and Eastern Ridge

Three men pulled their truck off of the side of the highway, heading into the forest.

"Gentle," one guy said as they traversed the rocky area "Don't forget what we've got in the back..."

In the covered bed of the truck, a group of VX rockets were lying, carefully wrapped and stored, waiting to be deployed.

"By all means, feel free." Teh captian of the sub took one as well, clipped it, and lit it, extending the lit lighter (woah) to Grant. He read a piece of paper handed to him, the message from the Imitoran sub, and ordered an about face, and evac of the area. "Looks like we need to find a new hiding spot," he said.

OOC1:The above is forshadowing of what will happen to the submarine
OOC2: Is the armor you are talking about from my guy?
____

OOC2: He's just trying to come up with a theory, since the guy didn't have anything visible in his hands, he thinks either the armor was rigged to go off, or he had a bomb in his stomach, and the first option is a little easier to swallow, no pun intended.

IC: "Thank ya sir," Grant said taking a draw on the cigar. "A new place to hide huh? Well if I remember my security briefings correctly, Iansisle's sonar capabilities are damn near nil."

OOC: Oh, ok, but he wasnt wearing armor. If he was, all that shit ya'll through at him wouldnt have phased him at all. He was in like delta attira, kahki cargos, sneakers, thsshirt and vest, stuff like that.


IC:

:Yeah, but that might take us a bit of time to get to. On full burn, maybe five or six hours of open sea travel. Not worth it," the captain said. "I think I got an idea," he said, turning to the radio operator.

The Alfa Class submarine slowly moved through the New Genoese waters, teh black shape sliding effortlessly through the water. The crew didnt feel the submarine stop. They did however, feel it slowly surface, and then pause as it reached a point where the base of the conning tower was a nudge under five feet from the surface. The Captain looked at Grant, and the men from Black Cell who had rescued him. "Sie, this is where you get off, we have a nice place waitign for you, should keep you safe till you get power back in Larkinia," he said, extending his had to shake Grant's.

ooc: Can I get a update on this thread, like what the hell is going on.

OOC: Well, its kinda late to get in on it, But because of things goin on in my govt., Grant was broken out of prison. He is now in my posesion, and is getting ready to hit back at Larkinia. A group of my Marines went in to get some of my people out, and some of them were Black Cell operatives, intent on causing trouble (i.e. knocking someone off) showed up at a blast site. I aloso have another group of operatives, acting as citizens of Larkinia or other nations (including agrigento), starting trouble. One of htem is about to get a really nice explosive, and go after one of the major cities. If I talk to Lark tonight on AIM, I'll bang out the details. In Imitora, Waitkus (my new Presidnet) is catching on to whats going on. In Iansisle (another thread), John Ngyuen's (earlier character of mine) brother Jimmy, a Blac Cell operative, is about to attempt to assasinate Elizabeth, and make it look like one of of the Commonwealth countries did it. He's also gonna try to kill James, and make it look like Christin did it, in order to get Iansisle to attack Imitora. You can try to write yourself in, but Im not sure how you would.

ooc: Okay cool, I'm not really sure if I wanted to get in on it or not, I was just curious.

Did ya see the edit?

Did ya see the edit?

ooc: yea just saw it. I will see if I will get involved, not sure tho.

OOC: Ok I am back for a day or two...Sorry to be in and out so much.


The marines continued to patrol the area and had set up a second and third secured area, where the two bombs had been set off.
Sniper teams had been doubled and the marines were way out on the pointy edge.

The four communication ships continue the search high above Larkina and the surronding areas.

(Hey! Great to see you're back!)

The Celebornian ships might be able to pick up the bombs being set up in different locations, depending on if they can pick up nukes that size. (I defer to you on that)

(Unfortunatly unless they are transmiting a signal I got nothing.)

(Well they are set to go off by remote, you might be able to pick up on that signal.)

The truck drove deeper off-road, slowing to stop in the plains outside of Golden Agate. The men jumped out of the truck and gently unloaded the missiles and launchers out of the bed of the pickup.

"We're good to go," one guy said turning to another.

"Yes we are," the man standing behind them both said as he pulled out a pistol and quickly fired two shots into the backs of their heads. He pulled out a cellular phone and quickly dialed a number...

At the Blast Site near the Palace

Murdoch's cell phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Yeah, Murdoch here."

"I've got them," the man said. "It's a lot worse than we thought. They've got a sh*t load of some kind of robots, and a lot of VX rockets sir."

"Copy, thanks Jim," Murdoch said hanging up the phone.

"Lieutenant," he said turning to Rameriz, "We've got a worse problem brewing," he began as he started to explain what he knew about the rockets and combat bots.

(Yeah I could get that )


Lt. Rameriz recieves a communication from the Ohura
"We have been monitoring communications in your area and have picked up a cellular call. *Plays call between Murdoch and ?*"

"Thank you Ohura"

Turning to Murdoch "Yeah I just heard your call. I think we can help"

Hey lark, still want me going through with the plasma bombing? And when do I get to take out the general dude (not Grant)

Hey lark, still want me going through with the plasma bombing? And when do I get to take out the general dude (not Grant)

(LOL: Soon grasshopper, soon you can blow him away. And we'll go ahead with that plan when I get home tonight, so I can give you some more location info)

Lol, ok, I just wanna know if I need to break out the BHD soundtrack, and I'll be...indisposed of... on saturday night/

(Yeah I could get that )


Lt. Rameriz recieves a communication from the Ohura
"We have been monitoring communications in your area and have picked up a cellular call. *Plays call between Murdoch and ?*"

"Thank you Ohura"

Turning to Murdoch "Yeah I just heard your call. I think we can help"

"I'd appreciate it Lieutenant," Murdoch said, directing the aerodyne Ambulance to take the last of the wounded to the emergency rooms. "I don't know how much they've got though."

Lol, ok, I just wanna know if I need to break out the BHD soundtrack, and I'll be...indisposed of... on saturday night/

(Gotcha, I'm hoping we'll be past that by then... Indisposed huh? Is that what they're calling it in college now? :P )

Well, nothing on the first date, just movies and cuddling (god a feel so...gay, :lol: )

"Lt. Rameriz to Robert Young, please download schematics for Resi-Corp Robots and get anti-missle boats on line. "
(Yeah we bought a lot of Resibots a while back and then took them apart.)

Rameriz hands a small disk over . "This has the Resi specs, I am sure you can find some explotable weaknesses there."

Murdoch put the data disk in his pocket. "Thanks, I've also got a few idea on how to deal with robots. The bigger problem is the VX rockets he mentioned. I was thinking about getting some planes in the area around the larger cities to keep an eye open, but after a launch, it might be too late to react."

"We have some space based anti-missle platforms, but if they are launched domesticly I am afraid that we would not have enough time to react. This is a real problem. I will consult with my advisors."

"Tim Black" carried the suitcase in the trunk of a rental car as he drove through the city. He looked up at the smoke rising from the Presidential Palace, it was going to be harder to place something up there now that the troops were in the area.

He turned the car to the right after the light turned green, and headed straight into a Celebornian/Larkinian security checkpoint.

"There is not a lot that can be done against VX...atropine can be used as an antidote, but if it is released the best thing to do is to just get folks to higher ground, as it is heavier than air, and wait for it to disperse. Chemical suits and gas masks are effective, but you would need to equip your entire populace with them. We are having massive amounts of atropine prepared."

"There is not a lot that can be done against VX...atropine can be used as an antidote, but if it is released the best thing to do is to just get folks to higher ground, as it is heavier than air, and wait for it to disperse. Chemical suits and gas masks are effective, but you would need to equip your entire populace with them. We are having massive amounts of atropine prepared."

"Right," Murdoch said. "We might be able to start dispersing gas masks to the larger population centers."

Murdoch dialed his cell phone quickly, "June, it's me... yeah. Look, we need as many gas masks as possible sent to Golden Agate, Lyone, the Eastern Ridge... yeah... OK. Yes it's a priority order."

He clicked off the phone. "We're getting some masks together now, but I don't think it'll be enough."

"I will see how many we can get over here as well. It may take a while to get them together and transported over."

(Let me know when the car gets there)

Black stopped the car as the armored soldiers approached the car.

"Sir," one asked as he rolled the windows down. "I need to see some identification."

"Sure," Black replied, pulling out the forged Resi Corp. identity and handing it over.

Edit: I'll catch y'all in a little bit, heading back to the apartment.

"Destination ?"

((Is he nearing the palace ?))

(He was heading parallel to the main palace roads)

"The Corporate Sector, I have a meeting this evening," he said with a smile. "Then after that, a little skiing in the Ridge, I've heard so much about it."

It'll almost be a shame to see it melt....

(Are there many cars on this road ?)

"And where are you staying while you are here, sir ?"

(Not with the security lockdown)

"I'm.. staying at the Pyramid Hotel, I'll only be here long enough to complete some negotiations then I'm off again," he said, looking at the group of guards surrounding the car.

(OK that is what I needed )

"Step out of the car please." The marines are a little nervous with the current trend of things blowing up, and begin to step back and raise weapons.

(Always glad to help ;))

"Ummm, why?" Black asked slowly opening the door as the marines raise their rifles. He quickly gauged his chances of escape in the car.

" You are near a secured area, we need to search your vehicle and person. This should only take a moment. Please step out of the car." the marine is very polite.

"Ok, as long as it doesn't take too long."

Oh f@$#! Well it's hidden at least.

He stepped out of the car.

The marine in charge pats black down and asks him to empty his pockets on the hood of the car.
The other marines do a first glance search and then proceed to look under everything, and I do mean everything. They do not destroy the interior (no cutting up the seats if that is where it is hidden) and they wand the car for metal where there should not be metal, and check under the hood.

The wand goes off at the suitcase and briefcase. Looking under everything doesn't yield much.

One of the marines opens the suitcase and another opens the briefcase.....
(que high tension music)

(How much does he search either?)

(turns up music...)

(They are very nervous right now, after the car bomb, so they go through them with a fine tooth comb until every piece of metal is accounted for. Unless you think that is to much)

(no worries, well, they find a universal remote in the briefcase. In the suiter they... um... find something that looks a lot like a dirty bomb.)

"We have a bomb ." The marines start to back up, and one of the power armor troopers grabs black with one hand and calls for Larkinian security and a bomb squad.

Looking through his belongings they find his room key and dispatch another team to that location.

"Crap!" Black said as he tried to run but got caught.

He looked panicked as he tried to escape from the grasp but failed. He reached down for his watch but his arm was held by one of the guards.

In the hotel room, they find some clothing, and by sweeping through the room, they find another suitcase hidden next to the computer to mask the signal from it.

"This is Beta team, we have located a second device. We need a bomb squad here as well."

Rameriz arrives at the location where they are holding (literaly) Black.

"How many of these devices have you placed and where are they ?"

The bomb teams begin deactivating the devices.

"Ya know, I don't know what you're talking about. Some guy asked me to hold onto that bag for him," Black said. "thanks for finding my TV Remote though, I thought I'd lost that."

"And the one in your hotel room. Same guy ask you to hold that one ?"

"Yeah, he had a lot of clothing.": Black tried to twist his arm to reach his watch.

( I am guessing that this action of reaching for the watch is not obvious)

Rameriz loses his composure for a moment and slaps black. " You will cooperate, baby killer, or I will find the smallest life pod our space craft has and set you adrift for the next 20 or thirty years."

(It is a bit noticable)

"Or what, you'll kill me, then you will all die," Black said, his voice lowering.

On subvocal mic " Get a demoltion specialist to my position."

One of the demo team walks over to the LT.
"Look at his watch and tell me what you think."
Turning to Black " I have no intention of killing you, that would be to nice for a sick baby killer like yourself. " He says with an evil grin.

(The watch appears to be a detonator)

Black smirks, "But there's nothing you can do to me without the threat of death. You push this and I'll force you to kill me."

The demo specialist removes the watch...


"And how would you make me kill you, coward ?"

"Depends on what you start," Black said. "Whatever you try, I won't stop coming at you until you have to kill me or I die."

"Depends on what you start," Black said. "Whatever you try, I won't stop coming at you until you have to kill me or I die."



"Last chance, how many devices are there and where are they ?"

Black smirks and shakes his head, "I dunno what you're talking about." His stint with the Larkinian Security Force, including transporting a certain ambassador to Effit, prepared him to die for his country, or what he thought it should be.

"Lt. Rameriz to Larkinian security, we have a bomber for you to pick up. "

Rameriz closes of his mic.
"Your ride will be here in just a moment." He then pulls out a pistol and shoots black once in each knee cap and each elbow.
"He was trying to escape"

OOC: Shades of the Black Knight "Come here, I'll bite your kneecaps off!"

IC: Black screamed as the bullets tore through his joints. He lay on the ground, curled in pain. He didn't think it would... hurt this bad.

Remember the mission, gotta keep that in mind.. oh god it hurts...

Larkinian Security showed up shortly after that.

"Of course... escaping. Don't you hate when that happens?"

One of the guards looked down at Black, "Frank," he smirked. "Wish you bet you'd have stayed on that ship after all."

Aboard the Ohura SGT. Rigby intercepts a strange transmition. He calls his LT. over and plays the transmition :
How about a deposed warlord trying to get back in power? I'll order ten neural stimulators for those who helped throw me out of power. Please deliver to the following coordinates.

*coordinates encripted and sent with payment*

Snoochie Boochies, ;)
General Michael Grant III

"Work on decrypting that last bit, and monitor any transmitions from that device. If anything else comes from there I want it's location"

(( LOL.....I gotcha now :) ))

(A quick update)

In the Eastern Ridge, a group of combat robots slowly moves away from the mansion in the woods, heading toward one of the resorts near the peaks.

...

A group of soldiers stops in the white deserts to the southwest of Golden Agate, and begin to offload some of their VX Rockets among the dunes.

...

And near the Lyone coast, a larger 'fishing ship' slowly ambles in the water as the crew loads a couple of the smaller cruise missles.

Aboard the Ohura SGT. Rigby intercepts a strange transmition. He calls his LT. over and plays the transmition :
How about a deposed warlord trying to get back in power? I'll order ten neural stimulators for those who helped throw me out of power. Please deliver to the following coordinates.

*coordinates encripted and sent with payment*

Snoochie Boochies, ;)
General Michael Grant III

"Work on decrypting that last bit, and monitor any transmitions from that device. If anything else comes from there I want it's location"

(( LOL.....I gotcha now :) ))

(LOL, I somehow knew that would happen. But he didn't send it from the sub, he's crazy but not stupid :P. You'll find the location near the mansion probably;) )

The man didn't liek teh cell. He also didnt like the bruises that coverd his body. ANd he knew they would stop only if he talked. Being a sub commander was never easy. He heard the sound of a door opening, and cringed, it was about to start agian. The large man walked in and looked down at the sub commander, the only survivor of the attack.

"So, willing to talk?"

OOC: Lark, you wanna RP teh sub commander?

OOC: You go ahead and start RPing him, I've gotta head back to the apartment in a few minutes and I'll be offline til I get there.

IC: The fishing boat crept into range of Lyone, it's 20KT missiles ready to fire.

"We're in range sir," one man said.

"Excellent," the 'captain' said. "Fire the missiles, then set course 286, meld us back into regular merchant naval traffic."

The three missiles launched from the ship and effortlessly began their trip to deliver a radioactive payload to Lyone. As the missiles flew, the ship turned and set its course to follow a large cargo hauler.

"Listen, all you gotta do is give us some names. Thats all. HTat, and a location, and your free to go. Is it so hard?" the man asked, cracking his knuckles.

"Listen, all you gotta do is give us some names. Thats all. HTat, and a location, and your free to go. Is it so hard?" the man asked, cracking his knuckles.

"Names? Sure, how about Mikey, and Petey, Rose and little Stevie.." he started.

*****

Lyone Naval Base

"Sir, we're getting a message from one of our suborbital satellites," a lieutenant said.

Admiral David Rankin walked over to the station and looked over the lieutenant's shoulder.

"We've got... three fast movers inbound.. oh sh*t!" Rankin said. "Get the Ticonderoga and Shogun fired up. We can't evacuate the city, but we can try to shoot those missiles down!"

Aboard the orbital missle frigate Wallace :
"Three missles headed in hot and fast for Larkinia"
'Shoot them down"

The frigate launches 15 pulse missles to knock the incomming missles down.

The man smiled, and instead of proceding to whup him again, he had two men walk in, both wearing very expensive looking suits. The two men look down at teh prisoner, and than at each other. "You want him?" one asked.

"Sure," the other said, pulling out a chrome platted .45 Colt. The other pulled out an M6D pistol.

The pulse missiles move quickly to intercept the three cruise missiles. The first two pulse missiles miss by inches, the remaining ones are able to lock onto the cruise missiles, and slam into them one by one.

Aboard the 'fishing ship' back in the commercial lanes, the men watched as the missiles were knocked down.

"Damn," the 'captain' said. "We should have gotten in closer, cut down the intercept time."

"There's always next time," another man said.

"Not really, the next phase should begin soon," the 'captain' said. "we just need to get out of here quickly."

*****

OOC: What's the mindset of the sub captain?

OOC: Scared, not really trained for the situation, ya know. I'd say more but I'm on the phone discussing...stuff.

OOC: Gotcha

IC: "What kind of names do you want?" he asked. "How do I know you won't kill me anyway?"

Dropships have begun unloading crates of gas masks.

"I don't think this will be enough, do you think we can tap some other resources for assistance? "

"If Larkinia wants to move some of there citizens I am sure that we can find assistance."

"We might have to move some of them actually," Murdoch said. "I don't think we have enough gear or enough time to get it. I'll talk to the official government to see if they are interested."

The first man in the room, who had been the administer of beatings so far, looked down at him. "Real names. Good names. Names that will get us to grant." He looked the man over. God love the mafia.

Bump

Aboard the 'fishing ship', the captain read the latest report to come in from his agents in Golden Agate.

"Looks like Frank got captured," he said to Grant, who was on the other end of a secured line. "He was our main plant in GA with the dirty bombs, there's one I don't believe they caught."

"We have plenty of time to move in another agent," Grant said. "Plus I've got some... 'special' toys waiting at the mansion when we get there. I need someone to go to Iansisle to wrap up a couple of loose ends for me."

"Yes sir," the captain said, "We'll get a team on that immediately. And we'll meet you at the mansion."

Approaching the Eastern Ridge

Jennifer and Sean zoomed down the slopes, taking turns jumping their boards over trees and down the embankments.

Jennifer stopped and looked across the edge of the ridge, "What are those!?" she asked.

Closing in quickly were a group of combat robots, cutting down anything in their path.

"We've got to get back to the resort before they do!" Sean said as he and Jennifer boarded off of the embankment toward the resort below.

Outside Dun Adien Castle, Iansisle

The group of men watched as Dr. Niven's dropship left the castle to head to a meeting in Imitora.

One man walked back into the ship sitting at the docks and pulled out the cell phone.

"Niven has left the area," he started. "Targets are open."

"Prepare for mop up operations," the voice on the other end of the phone said before dropping off.

OOC: And now the dramatic music gets louder :)

OOC: Are we assuming that the assault on Noropia happened before or after the dropship left?

OOC: Up to you, we can say it's happening at the same time.

IC: The group walked up to the gates of Dun Adien carrying large packages. "We've got a delivery for his royal 'ighness," one said in a flawless Iansislian accent.

The gates were opened and the group walked into the castle. One smaller group splintered off and walked towards the infirmary.

Eastern Ridge

The two snowboarders ripped to the bottom of the mountain and quickly picked up the boards and ran into the resort.

"There's some kind of... something heading this way!" Jennifer said to the desk manager.

"Like what?" the manager asked. "You mean a blizzard?"

"No, some kind of robots!"

"That's crazy tal..."

The first of a group of rockets struck near the resort, shaking the snow from the pines and causing the ground to quake.

Dun Adien...

The smaller group walked towards the infirmary quickly, as they approached the door Weathers walked up to stop them.

"Sorry gents," he said. "No 'uns allowed to enter without the King's authority."

"But we have to deliver these packages to Ambassador Williams."

"Sorry, no can do." Weathers replied raising his rifle.

One of the men pulled out a pistol and the last thing Weathers heard was a quick "Pffft" as the silenced gun fired... (no Iansisle he's not dead ;) ) ... a knockout dart into his chest.

Outside the Presidential Palace

Murdoch's phone rang again, "Yes? You're kidding!? Oh sh*t! Deploy Fourth, Seventh and Ninth Angel Squads to the area."

He turned off the phone and looked at Lt. Rameriz, "Looks like they're moving faster than we thought. There's a report of an attack at one of the resorts on the Eastern Ridge."

Rameriz key his comm link " Emergency drop to the following coordinates : (insert a bunch of numbers and such here)"

Aboard the Robert Young 200 marines load into the launch tubes.

The doors to the infirmary burst open as the group of men walked in with the packages.

"What is this??" the doctor demanded as they approached the unconscious Williams.

"Just a special delivery doctor," one said.

"You can't be in here!"

*Pfft* *Pfft*

The doctor fell across one bed unconscious after the darts hit him.

"What now?"

"We do what we were sent here to do."

Jeff was asleep as more knockout darts fired from the men's pistols, sending him into a deeper sleep... (hey it's the only way to be sure ;) )

The men opened their packages, pulling out the doctor's suits from them and slipping them on. They moved Jeff into another stretcher and started to carry him out of the infirmary under a sheet.

The dropship moved slowly, under any possible radar that could pick it up. The pilot moved it towards teh target house, and the back opened, five of the ten men absailing out onto the roof of the house, another five exiting, droping in front of the front door of the house. "Go," came a voice over the radio.

The main group walked through the castle, leaving 'packages' wherever they had the chance.

A car drove up to Dun Adien, "We're here to pick up our delivery men," one said, "We had some packages for King James."

The car drove to a side of Dun Adien, and waited as the guards were changed. The men with the stretcher walked out and slipped the stretcher into the curtained back of the car, which then drove back out of Dun Adien and headed towards the docks. Over the course of the next couple of hours, the other men left the castle one or two at a time.

As the car stopped at the docks, another couple of men walked over to it and unloaded their 'cargo' into a small cell before shoving off.

(Too bad Katherine is in the nursery with the twins) ;)

The Robert Young began firing out marines in re-entry pods like a giant rifle. As the pods entered the atmospher they began droping protective layers, the sky became clouded with reflective chaff. Then came the poping noise as the marines began blowing themselves out of the pods and 200 combat ready power armor marines hit the snow and begin hunting.

Eastern Ridge

The Marines dropped down in the midst of a group of combat robots closing in on the skiing resort. A group of security units were mixed into the trees firing on the robots, with mixed success.

Desert South of Golden Agate

The security group at the mansion picked up something on the heat sensor monitors.

"We've got movement on the roof, all teams check in."

"Alpha team, patrolling 6"

"Gamma, Patrolling 9"

"Bravo team, at 3, heading to four."

"Celeborne marine force to Larkinian security, we are here to assist." With that the marines begin picking targets and firing. When one of them pulls up a diagram of the robots on his view screen.
"We got lucky boys, these are Resi cardboard bots. We have complete diagrams of them"

OOC: Celeborne bought a bunch of these a while back and reverse engineered them so we have complete stats on them.

OOC: Cool, works for me.

Edit: snipped for Imitora's response

The boat traveled out into international waters, quickly meeting up with a waiting plane, equipped with pontoons to allow it to land on the water.

Williams was carried off of the boat, onto the plane, which quickly took off, heading toward a small island.

Meanwhile...

Katherine walked back from the nursery where she had been playing with the children. Outside the infirmary she saw Weathers lying against the wall. She rushed over to him and pulled out the small dart from his chest.

She threw open the door and saw the doctor unconscious and Jeff missing from his bed. (OOC: "Jesus, not again," she thinks... ;) ) She screamed and ran up to their room to find the secured line for Larkinian Security.

Eastern Ridge

The marines and security forces closed in on the advancing robots, which started to fall with regularity after the marines saw the schematics for the robots.

As the robots started to fall, an explosion rocked the security forces from the right. The soldiers turned and saw rocket fire closing in on their position from the trees.

"You take care of the bots, we'll go stop those rockets," one of the officers said, he and his team moving deeper into the forest.

"Done, good luck. Call us of you need an assist, we are returning to the fish shoot."

OOC: Damn, I need more coffee, I'm starting to lose track of which attack is which. ;)

IC: A young man opened the door to his new condo in the executive sector. God he loved his new job, the company really knew how to treat its top guys. Granted, they had to steal him, literally kidnap him one night, from his old company, but he didn't care at this point, they made him an offer he loved and he jumped at the chance.

He walked through the condo, looking in all of the rooms, checking out where he'd put his new stereo, bed, plasma TV.

The closet door was closed, he reached out and opened it. How odd, someone left a suitcase in there.

"This looks pretty ni...."

The last thing he saw was a blinding flash.

At the Presidential Palace

Murdoch was on the phone when they heard the explosion. He switched to the incoming call.

"What the hell was that?!?! Oh crap, an explosion in the corporate zone!? Get a team out there fast!"

Murdoch switched back to the first call, "Mrs. Williams, we're working as fast as we can to get a team out to Iansisle. I can get Spike and Jet there from the Embassy shortly. We've got a team preping to drop in from low orbit. But we're as lost as you are right now, we don't know what happened."

"Done, good luck. Call us of you need an assist, we are returning to the fish shoot."

"We will," the man said.

The team spread out and slid into the forest near the rocket fire zone. They spied a group of men picking up new rockets and starting to shoulder them.

The soldiers fired into the group, cutting the men down, and shattering two rockets in the crossfire. A green mist rose from the rockets.

"Gas!" One man shouted before starting to gag and choke.

The rest of the team in the Eastern Ridge began to move back to the treeline.

"Fall back!" the lieutenant said. "We've got chemical weapons loose! fall back to rally point Zeta!"

-----

"Mrs. Williams, I understand... Yes ma'am I know, I'm working on it. No we don't have a way to trace him."

-----

"Sir," one man said as they approached the explosion zone. "We've got gas! A chem bomb!"

Medics rushed to the scene with atropene and gas masks for the victims who were gagging and choking for air.

-----

The plane touched down later at a small cove at the Island. A medical team rushed out and took the stretcher and carried it into a cave entrance.

You know, it would have been nice to let me know all that was gonna happen before I went and re read an entire chapter from Rainbow 6...There aint no way in hell Im re writting the assault...

OOC: No worries dude, I liked your answer better anyway ;)

The team rushed Jeff into the cave entrance. At the back of the cave was a steel door. One of the men punched in a code and the door slowly opened. Jeff was carried into the bunker as the door closed.

He was picked up and strapped onto a table. Another couple of men picked up a mesh 'blanket' attached to a computer via cables and placed it over Jeff, wrapping it around him.

General Grant walked into the room. He wasn't sure how, but his plans went from great to horrible in the span of a few hours, and he intended to take it out on someone.

"So how does this work?"

"Simple sir, we've got him covered with the Neural Stimulator, when we turn this on, we can adjust the amount of discomfort he will feel."

"Like this?" Grant took the control and set it on one of its highest settings and activated it.

Jeff's back arched as he woke up suddenly with pain coursing into every nerve ending. His eyes got big, he tried to clench his teeth to keep from screaming.

Grant's eyes twinkled as he watched the man writhe and yell under the stimulator, he turned it up another three settings for a moment before shutting it off.

"How's that working for ya Jeff," he sneered. "Looks like my plans to get my country back were stopped, for now. But at least I have a consolation prize. I get to watch you, and soon your family, die..."

He turned back on the stimulator again, Jeff bucked against the bindings on the table while another man grabbed another stimulator. Grant shut the first one off long enough for the man to cover Jeff's face with the second.

"They said not to do this, but I wonder what would happen if we did..."

Both stimulators were activated, Jeff's world went from excruciatingly hot pain to nothing...

At Dun Adien

Katherine hung up on the security agent. She knew exactly who to call. She punched up a few numbers to Dr. Niven's private line.

"Dad?"

Meanwhile, one of the men still in the castle hid behind the door to the closet, waiting for her to turn her back.

At the resort :

Having finished off the robots the marines begin a sweep towards the location of the Larkinian security forces. When they come across the bodies of the dead soliders and the green gas. A quick chemical spectragram shows it to be VX gas. "With prevaling wind currents this should disperse as this is an (I assume) unpopulated area. we will need to Do a quick check for hermits and such and evacuate for a 5 mile radius from point of release and 30 miles down wind."
He then calls for a hazmat containment team.

At the Mansion

Celeborne troops hold thier ground and awaits orders from Larkinian security.

Roth looked over the plans. He had managed to get a team, very slowly, into Larkinia. There ahd been a blast down town, and now it was gonna be even harder to pull off the mission. However, five polaroids were in his teams possesion. Each photograph detailed one of the last survivng memebers of Black Cell in country. He and his seven man team, all armed with FN FiveseveNs, silenced with laser dot sights were takes with taking out the last five in country operators.

At the resort :

Having finished off the robots the marines begin a sweep towards the location of the Larkinian security forces. When they come across the bodies of the dead soliders and the green gas. A quick chemical spectragram shows it to be VX gas. "With prevaling wind currents this should disperse as this is an (I assume) unpopulated area. we will need to Do a quick check for hermits and such and evacuate for a 5 mile radius from point of release and 30 miles down wind."
He then calls for a hazmat containment team.

At the Mansion

Celeborne troops hold thier ground and awaits orders from Larkinian security.

OOC: Exactly, this is fairly unpopulated territory, you can safely assume there's no one here.

"This is Dr. Devon Niven, I can't answer your call right now. If you're a gorgeous woman, please leave your numbers, and your phone number too and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
*beep*

"Dad, this is Katherine. Something's happened to Jeff, he's not in the infirmary. Weathers and the doctor have been knocked out with darts and..."

*pfft* *Pfft*

*sound of a woman collapsing and the phone hitting the ground*

*faint voices* "Come on, let's get her and those two damn brats and get outta country...."

*click*

Niven had recieved the message and was enroute from Imitora. It was a damn shame that he had to miss the rest of the meeting, but the Imitorians had things well in hand and he was just taking up space. He went to his comm suite in the back of the craft.

"Celeborne 3 to Ohura over."
"Niven, what can we do for you ?"
"My son, daughter-in-law, and my grandchildren. I think that this is related to the Larkinia situation. I will be sending coordinates and words to watch for, can you add me to the scan list?"
"Yes, sir. "

"Celeborne 3 to Kali Force"
"Yes Colonel."
"I need a strike team ready to join me at Dun Aiden."
"Yes Colonel"

Niven begins suiting up. This is going to be a bloody night......

The black shape moved over the inky black water. The normal 'whup whup' sound of the helicopter was drowned out by some force. It landed at a deserted spot in the back woods of Iansisle, and 12 men, dressed in black, boarded. One man looked over to another. "So Javin, what do you think so far?"

As Nivens craft landed 5 men in stealth suits came out of the shadows and entered the areodyne. Niven stepped out in a black uniform with several weapons attached to his body. He ran with a speed uncharacteristic of a man his age towards the castle.

The Night Hawk, as it had been renamed by its two pilots, banked low over Iansisle. It was tottaly silent. Not even the sound of the blades cutting through the air could be heard. Giovanni looked out through one of the open sides, down at the small nation sliding away beneath him as the chopper moved towards Dun Aiden. He had never been there, but many a report made a refrence back to it. "Ok boys, you know the deal. Sneak a peak and all." The Night Hawk was on the opposite side of DUn Aiden as Niven's group, low and two black figures exited the helicopter which slowly backed away, lowring itself in an opening behind some trees.

OOC: At this point, the crew finally triangulated the location of Grant's message to the DarkSith, a small island in the pacific, not too far from Iansisle...

"Ohura to Celeborne 3 , we have a location for you."
"Transmit it to my pilot and tell him to get ready "
Niven enterd the castle for a quick look around for Katherine and the twins...

OOC: Are they already gone ?

OOC: Yeah, they're gone.

IC: A guard tells Dr. Niven, "A group of Larkinian Security officers said they were taking her back to some resort to relax, because she was unconscious. She'd passed out from her husband missing they said."

Niven was already running back to the ship before the guard finished telling him what happened.
Once on board he contacted the Larkinian president ( I am sure he has his cell number :) ) and tells him what is going on and the coordinates of Grant. In addition " I cannot promise you that Grant will still be alive after I find Jeff."
Niven's aerodyne went into stealth mode and disapeared as it streaked towards Grant's location.

Niven was already running back to the ship before the guard finished telling him what happened.
Once on board he contacted the Larkinian president ( I am sure he has his cell number :) ) and tells him what is going on and the coordinates of Grant. In addition " I cannot promise you that Grant will still be alive after I find Jeff."
Niven's aerodyne went into stealth mode and disapeared as it streaked towards Grant's location.

Takeo nodded, even though Niven couldn't see it. "I won't be sad if he's not. I can have two men there quickly to meet you and back you up if you need them."

The two men, dressed in black, moved quickly through Dun Adien. They were looking for a young female, two children, and a possible middle aged male. They expertly dodged the Dun Aiden gaurds, and found nothing. "Gold Six, Gold Two Rec, no joy on the package, I repeat no joy. We're out."

It was on the way out that Gold Two Rec saw somethng. He picked up the sample off the ground, and returned to the helicopter. He told somethign to the pilot, and the chopper turned. They were gonna need to find a way to get some serious arial refuling...

Niven was already running back to the ship before the guard finished telling him what happened.
Once on board he contacted the Larkinian president ( I am sure he has his cell number :) ) and tells him what is going on and the coordinates of Grant. In addition " I cannot promise you that Grant will still be alive after I find Jeff."
Niven's aerodyne went into stealth mode and disapeared as it streaked towards Grant's location.

Takeo nodded, even though Niven couldn't see it. "I won't be sad if he's not. I can have two men there quickly to meet you and back you up if you need them."

"I am sorry, but we are already enroute. Thank you for the offer."

Grant walked back from his coffee while one of the guards shut down the stimulator covering Jeff's head. Jeff snapped back away, trying to move and get away from the active stimulator. He was frozen to the table, screaming, it felt like someone drained all the blood from his body and replaced it with molten lead.

The near stealth helicopter slid into Larkinia, moving low and fast towards Eastern Ridge. The ground scanning satallites that had been over Larkina to broadcast teh earlier raid picked up a small deserted mansion in the mountains. The team had no assault plans, so would have to make it up as they went along.

OOC: I wont get the assault done tonight, but I need a super detailed discription of what the mansion is like. I mean, I need troop numbers, level of training, weapons, are there any tanks/armor location of the chem/nukes loaction of Kathrine/twins general lay out, etc.

Niven's areodyne approached the location in full stealth mode. His pilot keys the from scanners and cameras to the rear display screen and Niven sees.........<Description please>

As the aerodyne speeds to the island, Dr. Niven sees what appears to be an extinct volcano sitting in the middle of the island, surrounded by a lush tropical forest leading to the beaches. Dotting the volcano are small caves.

As the aerodyne turns to traverse the edge of the island, there is a cove where a plane is sitting in the water, refueling. Men are carrying equipment from the plane to a nearby cave, away from the volcano, and bringing out more equipment from the cave entrance.

OOC: is the volcano shaped like a skull ??? LOL.

"Set it down near the plane." The five men in the back start readying equipment and Niven puts on his helmet.

When the areodyne lands the 6 men jump out quickly and disappear. They begin to move towards the aircraft.

OOC: Not at all.... much ;) You've got free reign for this round, there's not much the refuelers can do... though Niven can pick up what's going on inside pretty well.

Silenced gun fire takes out most of the people on the dock and near the plane...all but one. Niven drops him with a tranq dart and then drags him back into the shadows.
When he wakes up " I need to know a few things , and you need to tell me is you want to live. I need to know how many guards are inside and I need to know if there is a woman and two children in there. Start talking."
Niven places the barrel of his pistol against the mans head.
The strike team sets up a perimiter and the sniper takes out anyone who comes outside.

The guard wakes up slowly.

"The bitch and the brats? Not our job. Apparently there's a... special plan for them after this one's finished."

Another two guards walk out and are dropped quickly by the sniper.

"There are enough guards in there to deal with the ambassador." he said. "I'll give you the code for the entryway door, in exchange for my life."

"Deal, what is the code ? One more question where are the woman and the children ?"

"I don't know where they are, swear ta god! That wasn't part of our mission," he said. "The code's 48561# on they keypad. That'll open the door, there are guards on the other side. You'll be in a corridor, at the end of the hall is another steel door. On the other side of that is the main chamber. He should be there."

Niven stands up "Thank you for being so helpful." He then turns and puts a bullet through each of the mans feet and a traq heavy enough to knock out an elephant in his arm. The last thing he hears before night-night land is Niven " That was for calling my daughter-in-law a bitch and my grandchildren brats, you piece of sh*t."

He summons the strike team over and tells them what they have to deal with. Two of them pull out automatic shotguns and the other three pop out SMGs. They switch on their stealth gear and head for the door.

After punching in the code Niven drops as many guards as possible with his silenced gun. Any left overs are taken out by the rest of the team as the head for the back door.

OOC: Ooooooh, I like that. ;) I knew he'd pay for that comment...

IC: Dr. Niven and team make it to the back door and it slides open effortlessly. The strike team storms in to find Grant just put a gun to Jeff's head as he writhed and screamed under the neural assault.

"Dr. Niven I presume?" Grant asked. "Drop the gun."

Niven drops his gun. " I suppose this is the part where you tell me all about your evil plan, and laugh evilly ? Well, get on with it."

Grant chuckled evilly, "No. This is where you guarantee I can leave this island and find safe haven, in exchange for Jeff... or what's left of his psyche after this."

OOC: It is very important that I know when the gun is no longer pointed at Jeff.

"Alright , you give me my son, and you walk out of here. Deal ?"

OOC: No sweat I will, but Grant won't be taking it off of him for a while.

IC: Grant thinks a minute, "Not good enough. For all I know, there are snipers out there waiting for me to walk out. You guarantee me that I can leave this island, then I'll hand over Jeff after I get out of your range."

"No deal, if Jeff is not with me when you leave, well I guess I bury my son. But I will use you to fertilize my garden. Get to walking, I will tell my snipers not to shoot you." Niven activates his comm : " All forces stnad down, I repeat this is a direct order commad code sigma nine five, all forces stand down per Celeborne 3." Looking at Grant " You have a clear road, all my boys have put there guns down, and my weapon is on the floor. It is time for you to walk away from this and live to plot another day."

Grant looks at Dr. Niven. "I'll do you one better doc. I'll leave Jeff here with you. And I'll leave. If my boys holding his darling wife and kids don't hear from me, then... well you can guess the brutal, horrible way they will die."

Grant kept the gun on Jeff as he walked back to the door to another hallway. He raised his free hand and made an "OK" sign with it and tapped his forehead in salute. "Be seeing you." he said as the door slammed shut.

OOC: Damnit...Not what I had hoped for. I will adapt.

Niven hits the stealth button on his suit and sprints to the door. <Can he open it ?>

OOC: Sorry dude, I'm trying to think of how a bad guy would think.

IC: Niven ran to the door just after it slammed shut. He could open it, it would take some serious effort (and thanks to his cybernetics he could do it).

Grant watched as the door closed. He quickly scrambled the lock and took off down the hallway, heading toward the interior of the extinct volcano.

OOC: No worries , I just forgot to add the smiley at the end of my last ooc post. I like it, smart bad guys are fun.

Niven Orders his men to get Jeff to the ship and wait for him. Also if any craft take off from this area to follow them in stealth even if Niven is not back.

Niven rips the door apart and starts chasing Grant, his stealth suit and the natural shadows making him invisable.

OOC: Ahhhhh, excellent, a chase.

IC: Niven sprints down the hallway, Grant had vanished by the time he tore the door apart. As he reaches a three way split in the hall, a motor can be heard down a sloping branch to the right.

Niven's men get Jeff, the first man tries to pick up the neural stimulator but it's white hot to the touch. after a moment, they find the control to this one and shut it down.

Niven increases his hearing to see if there are any other noises down the other two passageways , if not his takes off down the one with the engin noise.

There are footsteps to the left, multiple footsteps. As he hears them, the engine sounds grow fainter.

Taking a chance and knowing that his men were ready to follow any fleeing craft, Niven chooses the path with the footsteps.

OOC: Yep I bet I just screwed up.

OOC: ummmm... well he'll pick up on it in a sec.

IC: Niven runs down the hallway, as he comes around one corner there are a group of armed men running away from him. They can't see him, they are just running away from the firefight. Grant's not among them.

Damnit Niven turns and heads back down the tunnel hoping to see the fleeing ship at least. I wonder who they were having a fire fight with

OOC: Damnit, I knew I was running low on coffee again... :oops: I guess just assume Grant told them to start running for it.

IC: Niven rushes down the other hallway into an underground grotto, just in time to see a minisub vanish into the murky depths of the water.

OOC: And now niven goes psycho...

"He is moving out underwater. Follow my beacon until you can get a lock on him." Niven pulls out a small device and dives in after the sub.

OOC: And now I pull the last thing out of my James Bond villian bag of tricks. Scouts honor, this was planned, but I'm screwed now...

IC: Niven dives after the sub, after a few moments he's able to reach it. He grabs a hold of the sub as it moves through the predetermined course. As he puts the beacon on the sub he's able to look inside through the small windows, to find that the sub was empty. It was being lead through remote control.

OOC: Dang but you are sneaky. :)

Niven releases the sub and surfaces...." Abort last command, the sub was empty."..and now the hunt begins. Niven begins stalking the tunnels looking for any sign of Grant. His aeodyne is circleing the island watching for any escaping craft.

OOC: Yeah, but I'm not sneaky enough. I always knew that misdirection was key, but you can only slip and juke so many times before getting tackled. Although Niven never looked in the cargo area of the sub (since it's enclosed...) :!:

IC: Niven walks down the tunnels, looking for Grant at every turn. He followed some tracks into one tunnel, but it led to a cave in. He walked back along the other hallway, but the men were long gone out of the volcano. From near the volcano, a helicopter started to take off...

OOC: I did think of the secret compartment in the sub, but I decided that Niven is a little to mad to be thinking clearly right now, and I thought you might want grant to get out.

Niven heads towards the helicopter suspecting that the cavein was a more likely escape route.

OOC: yeah, I think I would like him to get out to plot another day. ;)

IC: Niven rushes to the helipad in time to see a small helicopter take off with the group of men that was running away from Niven the first time.

One of the men in the aerodyne contacts Niven, "Sir, we have a problem with your son, he's convulsing and seizing up."

OOC: I am out, I will pick up tomorrow night.

Niven curses himself for lettting his anger get the best of him ." Bring the ship to my location. He runs over to the pad the helicopter was on."

OOC: I'm out too, gotta get some sleep before class tomorrow. Imitora, I'll TG that stuff to you tomorrow afternoon.

IC: The aerodyne zooms in on Niven's location and nimbly lands on the helipad.

Grant looks at Dr. Niven. "I'll do you one better doc. I'll leave Jeff here with you. And I'll leave. If my boys holding his darling wife and kids don't hear from me, then... well you can guess the brutal, horrible way they will die."

OOC: Dont worry Cele, once I get the TGram, everythgin in this department will be, how do you say...copasethetic

Speaking of that... Check your TG

OOC: Good timing, and will do. Might be a bit though, we're goin out for chineese, but no worries, Im pullin an all nighter (I have to be on the bus at 545, so eh) so its gonna be a good night for me.

Lark, chek TGrams

Done and replied to

Ok :wink:

I thought that nation seemed kinda familar.. ;)

Hmmm...ok, here we go....long post time. Hopefully will be done aroun 1000, lol.

Don't forget to do it in Word first off so you won't lose it ;)

The black Helicopter slowly moved through the mountains, diving below peaks an banking around foot hills. Suddenly, it came in view of the pilot through his helmet mounted NVGs. The mansion loomed in the distance, built into the side of a mountain. The pilot moved the Night Hawk around to the other side fo the mountain, his plan was to bring the 15 man team down on top of it.

He brought the bird into a hover low over the forest, and the 4 man sniper/observer team, plus the obligatory technician fast ropped down to the earth beneath the trees. The five man group moved silently into good observation positions over the mansion. Each sniper was armed with a silenced Remmington 700 bolt action rifle, chambered for a Lapua .308 round. The spotters carried an M21, a match acurised version of the venerable M14. Each sniper leveled his rifle on the compound in the distance, searching for targets.

"Ok, Eye One, Target, northeast corner of roof. Check?"

The other sniper responded over the Tactical Radio. "Ok, target cleared. No more on roof?"

"Negative. Compound?"

"One compound, taking a walk. Looks like an AK. Roof?"

"Same, AK. Ok, looks like, yeah, he's lighting up a smoke. Clear shot, you?"

"Clear shot."

The lead sniper depressed a small button on a radio on his hip. "Gold Six, Eye One, we have targets. Weapons call?"

Giovanni, still on the Night Hawk, had been listening to the entire conversation between the two snipers. He decided to go with the roof entry, rapell down the house, go in the front doors. "Weapons free."

Over the radio, the almost inaudible 'Pfft' sounded the death of the two gaurds. Through the scope of Eye One's spotter, the gaurd's face could be seen literaly evaporating formt the round. The head disapeared in a cloud of red mist and brain matter. "Target down," the man with the M21 said.

"Confirmed," replied the sniper.

THere was another 'pfft' less than a second later, and teh ground level gaurd dropped, suffering the same fate as teh roof gaurd. "Target down," said the spotter.

"Confirmed."

"Gold six, Eye one, all targets down, outside secure."

"Eye one, Gold six, gotcha," Giovanni replied. He turned to the men inside the helicopter flying a lazy circular pattern around the mountain. "Ok, heres the plan. Team one, thats me, Javin, Craig, Mike, and Ryan will search for the girl and the kids."

"Bitch detail?" asked Mike.

"As always," Giovanni replied, smiling. "Now, team two, you guys need to find the left over weapons. looks like we have six nukes, low yeild tactical style, and four VX rockets. Also, fifty of those Resi Bots. Now, with the nukes, you just gotta punch in the deact code, 1234. With the VX gas, just make sure it doesn't get shot. Pack it up nice and safe, and we take it out. The Resi Bots, well, thats why we got C4. Now, we aren't quite sure what to look for resistance wise, but I think we can handle it. Remeber be smart."

The men seemed to nod in unison, and they could feel the helicopter dip off its pattern, and turn towads the mansion.
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The technician worked fast on his lap top, first running a node program. The program ran a command into a small satallite dish next to him, and it broadcasted a dead signal. The dish sent a signal not only to the cell nodes, but also to the comms satallites hovering over Larkinia. All cell phone and satallite communication was now dead for a full thirty miles. He then flodded all traceable open communication channels, filling them with dead air. If anyone tried to talk, the message would float off into space, not beaing heard by anyone. He made sure to leave the in use frequency by the assault team.

The next part was the hardest. He needed to find a way to loop video feeds. "Gold Six, this is Radio Shack, contact once you hit the roof."

"Radio Shack, Gold Six, confirmed."
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The mufflers on the helicopter made it near inaudible. THe pilot swooped low over the mansion, and came to a hover. Ropes were kicked from the belly off the helicopter, and the ten man unit slid down the ropes, onto the roof of the building. Their rubber soled boots absorbed the noise of them comming down on the roof, and they moved quickly to one edge of the building. "Radio Shack, Gold Six, we've hit bottom. Awaiting orders."

"Copy Gold Six. I need you to plug into the feed system for the cammeras. Can you see any?"

"Yeah, I got one."

"Ok, I need you to tap into the feed system. Your gonna need to cut the wire running from the cammera into the building. But before you do that, make sure you have the tap ready. It looks like a fiber optic read box. Once you have that ready, cut the wire, strip the cover, and then rewire it through the box. You only need to do this on one cammera."

"Right." There was a long pause as Giovanni went through his equipment kit, and found the needed tools. He moved quickly, and there was only a moments worth of static on the screens of all the security moniters. The now continuess loop would show nothing going on at all in the compound. Now the fun started.
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The men locked ropes in place, and threw them over the edge of the roof. They absailed down the side fo the mansion, carefull to avoid windows. They hit the ground, and moved silently toward the main door.

Using a fiber optic cammera, Giovanni did a scan of the main hallway. Mostly empty, from looks. Using a pick, he opened the main door, and the ten man team moved into the main foyer, eyes moving, looking for any shooters. Giovanni moved towards the door leading to the west. He held up his hand, and made a 'slashing' motion, followed by pumping his arm up and down. He then pointed to the door and turned back to the one he was standing in front of. He pushed it open gently...
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His five man unit moved down the hallway. The three gaurds in the main part of the hall looked on, suprised. The didnt look on long, as 10mm Jacketed Hollow Points slammed into their faces. The only sound heard was the slight 'pfft/ping' sound from the MP5/10s. They rounded the corner, and two more gaurds were dropped. Each man fired a three round burst into the gaurds, blood splattering onto the floor.

They rounded another corner after a second door, the hallway empty. This time they came upon a three doors. Using a fiber optic cammera, Giovanni looked into the first door on the left, finding nothing. In the next room, there were four men looking over video moniters, showing nothign happening. Giovanni stepped back, and pulled a flashbang from his vest. Placing his hand on teh doorknob, he twisted quickly, and tossed in the grenade. Slamming the door shut, he waited till he heard the 'kawhump' of the explosion. He stood back, throwing the door open, and the other four men moved into the room, dropping the stuned, suprised gaurds with more 10mm JHP rounds.

However, behind the third door, two gaurds had heard the explosion, and threw open the door, moving out into the hallway. Giovanni, who had been watching the third door, flipped the selector to full, raised the subgun to his shoulder, and opened fire, spraying both gaurds with 10mm JHP rounds.

"Reload!" he shouted, and dropped back to the end of the line has he slammed a new magazine home, flipping the selector back to the image of three bullets. The line of operators moved down the hallway, and came into a larger hall. The three gaurds were dropped by the operators, who moved in using another flash bang.

They came to a locked door, and began to go to work. Craig pulled out a set from his equipment pack, and attached the primacord to the door, along the seem. He placed a small C4 charge, no more than two ounces, and connected a wire from each length of cord to the small clay block. He then took out a vial contained in plastic, similar to a glow stick, and cracked it, placing it into the block. Seconds later, the door exploded inwards, the wood desenigrating. The five men moved into the room, empty of gaurds. "CLEAR!" Giovanni shouted

"CLEAR!" four replies came back. Katherine and the twins sat in the room, obviously scared. Suddenly a graon could be heard, and the ceiling started to descend visably.

"F*ck!" Giovanni swore, and he quickly grabbed Katherine, throwing his MP5/10 over his shoulder, tossing her over his left shoulder, and drawing his side arm, a FN 5.7mm pistol. Another man grabbed the twins. The team began to back track to the entrance.
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The other team moved equally as effecient. They slid down the first coridor, relativly unopposed. However, the entered a large dinnign room, and two doors opened. Ten security troopers exited from two of the doors, and opened fire. The five man team broke, and dove for cover, expertly returning fire, their M4 carbines sending 5.56mm Frangible rounds into the face of the gaurds. They managed to get going again unharmed.

They came across another door, and using a fiber optic cammera, they could easily see 25 men, heavily armed. While a shoot out would have been very cinimatic, the five men had to be smart about it. Each man pulled two of the M69 fragmentation grenades from their assault vests, and, inginuosly used a strip of duct tape to tape them together, one foot of tape between each grenade. They pulled the pins, and tossed the explosive strip into the room, slamming teh door shut just as the rounds started comming back at them. The explosion rocked teh room, and the team re-enterd, opening fire into the few still moving bodies.

The nukes were the first to be handled. Each was quickly disarmed, and the boxes locked together. The VX Rockets were then checked on, everyting was good. The rockets were undamaged, and the cases they were held in locked together as well. The two sets were placed on a pallet, and three men began to pull them out into the main foyer where the firs team had resecured it, killing a few remaining gaurds. Two men stayed behind, rigging several pounds of C4 to the Resi Bots.
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The Night Hawk circled around, picking up the sniper teams and the technician, then onto the mansion, where the two teams, along with Katherine and the twins waited. The man handed the two children over two Katherine.

"I believe these are yours," he said, smiling. Well, if he hadn't have been wearing a baclava, she would have seen him smiling.

A column of smoke rose from one window, where the C4 had demolished the Resi Bots. The nukes and VX rockets waited on the pallet outside the mansion, and a message was sent to the head of the Larkinian military, stating that they should, ASAP, check out a certain set of co-ordinates. The teams, plus Katherine and the twins, boarded the Night Hawk, and it slipped off into the slowly disapearing night.
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OOC: That was fun. THe team sent to pick up the nukes/VX will notice one starge thing->an Empty can of Mountain Dew Live Wire taped to one of the casses, and a note saying "Merry Christmas." Also, a single spotter with an M21 stayed behind in case anyone OTHER than a Larkinian force attempts to pick up the package.

Wow! That was one nice post! Bravo

Thanks much. Now is you'll excuse me, I believe I'll go soak my hands in ice. lol.

LOL, go to the athletic facility and get them to run some ultrasound treatment on them ;)

Haham I've been typing that thing since 930, lol.

OOC: Nice post Imitora !!

Niven ran to the back of the ship where Jeff was convulsing. He quickly took off his helmet and gloves and began cutting Jeff out of his clothing.
"Damn, looks like the poor lad has been damn near electorcuted." Niven began pulling out vials and needs and started sedating Jeff and appling muscle relaxers to keep him from breaking his own bones.

The muscle relaxents quickly entered Jeff's bloodstream and flooded his muscles, quickly forcing them to release their hold.

Jeff looked up at Dr. Niven, mouth trying to form the words...

"K... K... Ka..."

He fell back unconscious, his head hit the table before he could finish his thought.

"Pilot , take us to my house in Celeborne." I am going to need access to my real equipment this time...And some of my darker contacts.

The aerodyne changed course and began heading for a mansion in the Silver mountain range of Celeborne.

OOC: Should Katherine Call Niven?

OOC: Yeah, she will once she gets a phone handy ;)

OOC: Ya know, that would work as a seque into the visit to Celeborne... :)

Giovanni looked over at Katherine. "Here, call home, tell them your ok," he said, handing her a cell phone.

Giovanni looked over at Katherine. "Here, call home, tell them your ok," he said, handing her a cell phone.

OOC: Nice timing, I just sat down at the office to send that call. :)

IC: Katherine smiled at him, "Thank you," she said quietly. She picked up the phone and quickly dialed Dr. Niven's number.

"Dad? Hi... Yes, we're all right. We're all on a helicopter heading home. Have you found Jeff?"

OOC: Lark, you have figured out my evil scheme...

The areodyne circles into the Niven estate
http://www.montserratreporter.org/pics/Tropical%20Mansions%20Suite%20Hotel%20aerial.JPG

After the craft lands several people come rushing out with the original intent of helping with the luggage, and end up helping move Jeff the the surgery area.

Niven changes into his scrubs and readies the nanotech surgery to repair Jeff's neural pathways......

<several hours later>


Niven steps out of surgery and falls into his easy chair, he is asleep in moments.

When he wakes, a butler brings him his cell phone which is beeping to tell him he has a message.

"Thank god, Katherine is alright."
He calls her back, " Yes dear, Jeff is here, why don't you and the twins come over here and wait for Jeff to wake up."

OOC: heh heh, well all those years of GMing taught me a segue when I see one. ;)

OOC2: Sweet place!

Post edited see above.

A picture of Jeff...after the surgery...

http://www.dicentertainment.com/Logos/Gadget.jpg

A picture of Jeff...after the surgery...

http://www.dicentertainment.com/Logos/Gadget.jpg

:lol: :lol: ROFL

OOC: Now you know you've made it when you have a butler to bring you your cell phone... ;)

IC: "That's wonderful!" Katherine said. "I think we will visit you there. It's bound to be a lot safer."

OOC Edit: I've gotta head back to the apartment, so if you want to start that thread, I'll jump on it when I get there in about... 25 min.

Man, that Night Hawk frame is just racking up flight hours, lol

New thread http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=87123&start=0

The special operations team descended on the mansion, apparently arriving after all of the shooting was over. One team moved along the west wing of the house, ending in a room with a raised floor, connected to the ceiling by several telescoping beams.

Another team slipped along the east corridors, where they ran into the packed up weapons, and the empty can.

"Merry Christmas?" One of the men asked. "Looks like Santa came early this year."

#-#-#-#-#

Two weeks later...

A package arrived at the Celebornian Embassy in Larkinia.

"Special delivery for a Dr. Niven," the delivery man said.

He dropped off the envelope with the guards and left the Diplomatic sector.

"We'd better check this out," one of the guards said.

A quick scan showed the pacakge was nothing harmful. Nothing more than a group of photos. Photos that showed pictures of Jeff, Katherine and the twins, in Larkinia and at home in Iansisle. And on the back of each picture was handwritten the following message...

Anytime, anywhere