NationStates Jolt Archive

Sestadt, Pandrea Islands, USNE
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A fun place for the whole family. If your family is into gambling. It was a casino ship, swaying in the rough waters. Alex Tretsky sat in the cabin, looking at the swarm of people clamboring into the Lucky Roller.
"They're f*cking suicidal. I can't believe they'd come out on this kind of weather. But hey, we gotta go out tonight."
He walked down to the restrooms, his dress casual, and soggy rain hat still perched on his head.
"F*cking morons..." he muttered. He was the owner of the ship, as well as a very popular local chain, the "Sack o Lobster". He found that if he actually took random chunks of seafood, not neccesarily lobster, or even shellfish, he could smother it with sauces, or boil them in oil and fat, people would not even know what they were eating, and buy it anyway. "Claw Fries" as they were known, were not actually crab, or lobster, or any other type of clawed sea creature. He had asked the supplier the other day, (Who was asked for the cheapest way to make "Claw Fries"), what the ingriedients were, and got a shrug in return. So, he made obscene amounts of money for what could possibly be greased marmot fat. Like he gave a sh*t. The health inspectors also would give him perfect records in exchange for very thick envelopes left in mailboxes. The Lucky Roller was another purpose to get money. He'd sail the 20 miles into International Waters, where there were no actual gambling laws, and let customers at the completely rigged gambling machines. He figured anyone dumb enough to eat "Claw Fries" was dumb enough not to figure out the money eating scam he was running. And he was greedy enough to send the ship out in this storm.
OOC-Ok, this is an RP based on the book "Tricky Business", by Dave Barry. It's a funny book. Read it sometime. Anyway, these are characters you can use, or try and make one that fits-
Drug Thug-These'll be the guys that pull up the boat to the Lucky Roller, drop off the "Product" armed to the teeth incase anything goes wrong.
Ship's Band- A bunch of 30 something losers who tried to make a good band and failed. Not armed, interact with the other people on the ship.
Tourists and Gamblers- There's a bunch of them. Feel free to really create your own character for this. Maybe armed with a knife, nothing serious.
Waiters/Waitresses-Self explanatory. Not armed.
Undercover Cop-Disguise yourself as one of the above. May be armed with handgun/pistol.
Lucky Roller's Crew-Some normal seadogs, and some well armed thugs of Alex's.
Random People-They won't do much in the story, but feel free to make them.

OOC-Bump...
C'mon...

BUMP c'mon... Do I have a defective RP or something?

OOC- I'll give it a shot. Captain Lan Nolen is a member of a Grimdalian spec ops team, he's on detached duty to track down where a recent surge of drugs that have attempted to enter the country are origionating from.

IC- Lon Nolen removed his raincoat as he got cover. A stunning contrast to the dark and dreary day outside, the inside of the ship was well lit with lights of all sorts and the sounds of slot machines warming up filled the air. The band had already begun playing, they were doing one of the more recent popular pieces and managing to not mangle it too badly. He'd yet to see any sign of what he'd come on board to look for, but he hadn't expected to find anything just yet given that the ship hadn't even left the dock yet. With one last look around he headed for his cabin to wait until things got into full swing.

The lights flashed incessantly, as the avid gamblers waited for the ship to set off on it's voyage. A homeless man that Alex employed to dress up as "Larry the Lobster" stood outside the entrance groping around with his chubby lobster claws in a semi-waving like fashion. Of course, nobody noticed the switchblade he hid inside the costume, as he was quite lucky when it came to roulette, and was known to be set upon by certain angry customers, that seemed to be drinking heavily since the invention of alcoholic beverages.

After his quick detour, Alex flopped down in the well furnished cabin, when his cell phone beeped. He muted the news, and picked it up.
"'Ello, Alex Tretsky."
"Alex, how ya doin'? It's Leon."
The minute the russian-accented voice came out the earpiece, Alex mentally cursed. Leon ran the operations that occured around midnight, involving the transfer of everything from High-Grade Weed to Soma into the New Empirian mainland.
"Yeah, I'm uhh, fine. What's up?"
"Look, it's about the shipment. We're very concerned there might be someone on this ship leaking to the cops, and some of this money, it ain't coming back to us."
All money was traded in hard cash, as the electronic records of the USNE bank service were too easily tracked.
"Yeah... Uhh... We'll the Feds see everything these days. Look, I assure you we transfer all the money to your boys."
"We'll, just to make sure, I sent a few of my boys on the boat, just for security."
"OK, bye..."
"Waidda second Alex I-"
Click. Alex couldn't take this jerk anymore. Tonight he was gonna do it.

Nolen unobtrusivly swept the cabin for bugs and finding none gave a quick sigh of relief. He set his suit case out on his bunk and removed the false bottom. He slipped on the lightweight bulletproof vest, pulling out his MacLeod he slipped it into his unobtrusive shoulder holster. Checking to make sure that the rest of his equipment was functional he replaced the false bottom and relocked the briefcase, knowing that his equipment was safe in the booby trapped case, he slipped on his formal clothes and headed for the slots. The bill was being footed by the INtelligence Department, and for once he felt like running up a nice big bill.

OOC-From now on all characters you wish to enter on the ship have already boarded.
IC-
The ship passed into international waters, and the gambling began. Little did these people realize their chances at winning at the majority of the games were as high as they were for throwing their chips directly into the ocean. The Lobster costumed man immediately set out for Roulette, and won $700 in the first 3 minutes.

Alex Unsel, (OOC2-Not Alex Tretsky, don't get confused) on leave from the USNE Aerospace Force, sat at the bar, trying to drink away the pain from the requested song from the ship's band- "MacArthur Park". After the next round of lyrics poured out, he raised his head and muttered "Who the the f*ck cares about the f*cking cake? Huh? Gimme another bottle of Gullman."
The bartender nodded, and placed out another cold bottle.
The band continued to sing,
"I don't think I can TAKE it!
Because it took so long to BAKE it!
And I'll never have that recipie againnnnn....
Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

OOC: Ok, I'll give it a try too.

Cruising silently at 50 percent reactor capacity, Victor Imperialis, the elder of the only 2 of Imperial Unions submarines, was 1000 metres from Lucky Roller:

Sonarman Leftstan Newart listened through his headphones and grinned to himself. He could hear the people on board the gambling ship having fun, and wised he could be there, but they had several more days of system testing to do. Besides, he thought, its not as if we'd be let on board. He sighed and returned to his work. It was 3 days to the 5th anniversasy of the Victor Imperialis' initiation into the Imperial navy, and, unknown to the entire crew, Captain Andreas Poltvitch had arranged for the crew to BE on board The lucky roller, while the Victor Imperialis was piloted back to Imperial Unions by a crew helicoptered in by order of Emperor Exus himself, who intensly dilsliked gambling himself and did not encourage it, but wanted his armed forces to be happy.

The "Lobster" jumped in glee as he racked in another $200. However, the burly, and drunk, man next to him was not quite as happy.
"Y-Your a f*cking shellfish."
The lobster suited man, not hearing so well through the padded suit, believed the man was congratulating him, and raised his fuzzy claw for a high-five. This was not what happened, of course. The man shakily rose, and said
"You stole my money you goddamn shellfish!"
A knife appeared in the man's hand, and the lobster suited man responded by pushing his hand out the space under the large claw, which was concealed by the other smaller clawpiece, and his switchblade sssshhhkked out, reflecting the neon light. The men circled, in a very odd display, so odd Unsel thought he was hallucinating.
The drunk took a cut along the lobster's "neck", and found his knife stuck in the thick suit. The "lobster" charged, and put the man into a headlock, his knife close to the drunk's throat. The bartender had jumped over the bar, and just as the lobster began to press, came down on the lobster with a louisville slugger. The lobster went limp, the drunk escaped, and the costumed man was dragged away by the security.

The crew were ecstatic and crowded up the walkway onto the ship. Captain Poltvitch waited until they had gone up the gangplank. He smiled when he considered what lay in store for him. As a submarine commander, he did not get out into the sun very much, and this was a opportunity not to be missed.
Poltovitch was 28, unusually young for a submarine commander, but he was not a regular captain. Half of all the tactics used in the Imperial Navy were devised by him, and he had also designed many of the Imperial modifications to the Typhoon class subs. He sighed in relaxation and made for the bar.

The crew were ecstatic and crowded up the walkway onto the ship. Captain Poltvitch waited until they had gone up the gangplank. He smiled when he considered what lay in store for him. As a submarine commander, he did not get out into the sun very much, and this was a opportunity not to be missed.
Poltovitch was 28, unusually young for a submarine commander, but he was not a regular captain. Half of all the tactics used in the Imperial Navy were devised by him, and he had also designed many of the Imperial modifications to the Typhoon class subs. He sighed in relaxation and made for the bar.

Unsel looked up and saw the man heading toward the bar. He looked military, but Unsel wasn't sure. He sat up, and considered killing the band, who were now launching into "In the year 2525". He sighed and straightened the NEAF cap he wore, and sat there.
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The large cabin cruiser, flanked by 2 cigarette boats, began the course to the Lucky Roller, and like Leon had said, his right hand men were there. The huge thug, Ivan Skast, sat in the Cabin Crusier, his M4 slung under his shoulder.
"How much longer?"
"Not too long. It'll be hard hooking up in this weather, we shoulda stayed at port."
A cold plastic Glock 31 pressed against the captain's cheek.
"You'll do it."
The boats continued.

Nolen stepped aside and watched with interest as security dragged the costumed man out and then practically had to jump out of the way as a number of sailors in the uniform of the Imperial Union ran past. Things are certainly starting to get busy here. he thought to himself as he ambeled over to the nearest poker table and proceeded to lose heavily. Ten minutes later a load collective groan came from the table as he raked in the pot, having easily fooled the other players into thinking he was an inexperianced mark before cleaning them out with a royal flush. As he walked past the band he aske the bandleader, "Do you take requests?" When the bandleader shook his head, Nolen threw him a pair of $200 chips, which disappeared as if they'd never existed.
"What's the request?" The bandleader asked.
Nolen smiled back, "Secret Agent Man."
The band started playing the old classic as Nolen headed for the bar, determined to put some of the newly won chips to good use.

Agent James Bond goes to a poker table and starts to play a game. He bets 100 Brydog dollars and wins with a flush.

::Band:: "Given you a number, and taken way your name..."

Nolen settled onto a barstool next to a man wearing the uniform of a Captain in the Imperial Unions navy and handed the bartender a pair of $500 chips, "Drinks are on the house until they run out." Nolen said.
"Drinks on the house, yes sir." The bartender replied.

Jack Standford, a DEA agent got a tip about the "product". He cocked a TMP and went to the caisno. He went to the bar, I like a beer please.

OOC: I’ll jump in as a random tourist….

IC: *Cherry, Cherry….Can Opener?!?!?*

"What the hell??!?" yelled a frustrated tourist named Keith. He had come all the way from Torontonias looknig for a good time. Sure Torontonias had plenty of Casinos. but this one combined his three favorite things...Gambling, Seafood and Boats. After loosing about $1500 to the slot machine, he walks away degected, and wanting something to eat, so he headed up to the onboard seafood resturant.

Hmm...Those Claw fries look good, I think I'll order some of those

"I'll have some claw fries and a beer please" said Keith

"I'm sorry sir, but were not licenced to serve beer here" said the attendant

"Alright...I'll have some claw fries then" said Keith

"Again..I'm sorry sir, the claw fries have been sold out, come back in about half an hour" said the attendant

"Then what do you have!?!" cried Keith

"Well, we have this glob of fried something we found in the deep frier..."

Disgusted, Keith walked away, and headed in the direction of the Bar, where he ordered a drink, while he drank, he noticed something out of the ordinary, it looked like people were randomly stumbling and muttering, but not in a drunk-like fashion.

Oh well...It's proboly just some guy's that smuggled some coke on board, as he set back on his drink...I wish that band qould quit playing, their songs are driving me crazy!

Keith also noticed that the tab had been picked up, Thats odd... He thought, someone must've bought drinks on the house...He quickly figured out who it was...The man down the side of the bar was getting increasingly popular....He looked strange, he had the clothes of a civilian, but he had the strange look of someone...Something...

Then it hit him, he looked like someone in some sort of militia. Must be some sort of soldier on leave or something

He gave the idea little thought and went back to ordering another drink

Nolen reflected on just how easy it was to make friends when you threw a lot of money around. Nothing seemed out of the usual so far, but the night had only just begun.

OOC-Keep in mind almost everything is rigged to lower your odds dramatically...
IC-
Unsel, thanking god, or whoever gave a decent request to the band, took a drink of on the house beer.
"Heh, you won. Half the games are rigged. Last guy who won anything I saw got dragged away. The lobster."
The bartender nodded, and looked around.
"Yeah, maybe so. But hey, I just serve the liquor."
Unsel looked at the door the lobster guy was pulled out of.
"I wonder what happened to him anyway?"

At the head of a long poker table sat Eh! Steve!, LRR's most wanted criminal. He was an expert gambler, and almost never lost. Of course, nobody knew that he was really using an invisible deck of aces, which he could decloak at any time. He. He. He.

"I'll raise you 30,000."

OOC-Woah woah woah. People, the casino provides the cards. This whole place is rigged to make you lose money, chances are most of the time you'd end up losing.

Nolen turned to the man in the Captain's uniform who was sitting next to him. "So what brings a Captain in the Imperial Unions navy to a gambling ship, I didn't think you guys got paid well enough to be able to gamble."

In earth orbit, a small corvette waited to descend into the atmosphere. Its target- a large ship thought to be carrying Eh! Steve! The orvette would insert a team of six onto the ship, who would then locate the stevermiser and bring him to trial.

OOC- New Empire will we be ignoring LRR?

OOC-Ok, let's keep this modern tech. Helicopter-OK. Spaceship-Not OK.

OOC-NE Check Teegs

IC-
The bartender kept serving the drinks, evidently the man on the end with the captain had some cash.
"Theres one on everyship," He though to himself.
"Wheres Diana?", He asked the bar back,"She was supposed to tak her shift 10 minutes ago"
The Barback shrugged and went along putting ice in glasses and mixing Margaritas.

Just then Diana, came walking out of the kitchen in a hurry, tyin on her apron. "Hey, Jean(his full name was Jeanluke) I know I know Im late, did anyone notice?"
Jeanluke reassured her, "No, no just me and Toni here(the barback) its cool"
"Thanks Jean," she was relieved "We need to talk, later, when you get your break come tell me. God! This thing is ets anoying after awhile." She put one hand on her lower back in the middle as she picked u her tray.
"Alright Diana, I know what you mean but get used to it rookie" Said Jeanluke. As soon as he say she was out of sight he too rubbed his lower back showing some irritation there too. He then went back to surving drinks. He made sure to try and listen into the rich man's and the Captain's conversation.

Finding the Captain unresponsive, Nolen decided it was time to try out the newest toy the brain boys had come up with. Walking over to the most expensive slots he bet the maximum on an entire row, and then walked down the row pulling the levers as he went. One after another they began to cash out the maximum possible. I'll be dammed, this new mini electromagnet device actually works. And if that doesn't attract some attention I don't know what will. Nolen grabed a cart so that he could haul his winnings away, and headed back to the bar.

Jean turned to Nolen who was grabbing a stood at the bar,
(OOC: Sorry for the char mod i hope u dont mind)
"Night of the big payouts eh? Seems like everyone and his brother are hittin the big cash... but anywho, what can I get ya?"

Jean turned to Nolen who was grabbing a stood at the bar,
(OOC: Sorry for the char mod i hope u dont mind)
"Night of the big payouts eh? Seems like everyone and his brother are hittin the big cash... but anywho, what can I get ya?"

"I'll have a Grimdalian Scotch, single malt, no ice. I do seem to be having more than my fair share of luck tonight, however it seems like I'm the only one besides the house winning everything." Nolen slid a $2000 chip across the counter. "Keep the drinks coming for everyone, in fact, have one yourself." Hell, this operation might just turn a profit at this rate, now wouldn't that be a switch.

"Alright commin up," He starts fixing the scotch dry, "And thanks but no thanks, we're not supposed to drink on the job, and Im on all night. Al got sick before we set sail. Im the only tender for this cruise."

"Alright commin up," He starts fixing the scotch dry, "And thanks but no thanks, we're not supposed to drink on the job, and Im on all night. Al got sick before we set sail. Im the only tender for this cruise."

"That's a shame, maybe you can find someone here who's done a stint as a bartender and needs to work off a debt to the casino. Well at least take this for your trouble." Nolen hands the bartender $300 in chips. It's the least I can do given that just about everyone on this ship is in for a very trying time once I catch these drug runners. Shame too, he seems like a pretty decent guy. "I'd help you myself, but I'm afraid it's been more than a few years since I did any tending myself."

"Hah, smart thinker you are sir, but Mr. Tretsky wouldnt permit somone he didnt approve personally to work on this ship. He loves it you know. Thanks for the tip sir. Would you like anything to munch on?"

"Hah, smart thinker you are sir, but Mr. Tretsky wouldnt permit somone he didnt approve personally to work on this ship. He loves it you know. Thanks for the tip sir. Would you like anything to munch on?"

"A ham and cheese sandwich sounds pretty good. Mr. Tretsky seems to be awfully protective about this ship, alomst obsessive one would say."

"Commin right up sir. Would you like it grilled? Very tasty, gonna have one myself when things calm down. The boss is protective iadmit, but if it was your line of work, and you main life pretty much, Id say most of us would be the same. He does alright for himself, I havent been on for more than 2 cruises. But I like the man, its a shame... Well its gonna be a nice evening. Im Jeanluke, most call me Jean. May I ask your name sir?"

"Commin right up sir. Would you like it grilled? Very tasty, gonna have one myself when things calm down. The boss is protective iadmit, but if it was your line of work, and you main life pretty much, Id say most of us would be the same. He does alright for himself, I havent been on for more than 2 cruises. But I like the man, its a shame... Well its gonna be a nice evening. Im Jeanluke, most call me Jean. May I ask your name sir?"

"Grilled would be fine, and the name's Lon."

"Yes sir Mr. Lon" He turned his head to the bar back who was staring at one of the female guests.
"Toni! Get sam to grill a Ham&Cheese" He turned back to Lon,
"It'll be a minue, mind if I ask where you heard of the Lucky Roller?"

"Yes sir Mr. Lon" He turned his head to the bar back who was staring at one of the female guests.
"Toni! Get sam to grill a Ham&Cheese" He turned back to Lon,
"It'll be a minue, mind if I ask where you heard of the Lucky Roller?"

"Gambling is something of a hobby with me, I also enjoy sea crusies. When I heard of a cruise ship where almost no one could win, I just had to try my luck."

"Looks like it is kicking in doesnt it?" Jeanluke leaned in and whispered,
"If I were you I'd tone down the use of that little gadget of yours, you may think the guards dont see you, but they catch on quick.
He leaned back, "Ha, food ready sir, here ya go, its hot watch out. Anything else to drink? Never really heard of Scotch and a Hot Ham 'n Cheese together, milk maybe?"

"Looks like it is kicking in doesnt it?" Jeanluke leaned in and whispered,
"If I were you I'd tone down the use of that little gadget of yours, you may think the guards dont see you, but they catch on quick.
He leaned back, "Ha, food ready sir, here ya go, its hot watch out. Anything else to drink? Never really heard of Scotch and a Hot Ham 'n Cheese together, milk maybe?"

Nolen leaned forward and whispered, "I only use it when the games are rigged." Then louder. "Some milk will be fine thanks." On an impulse Nolen decided to trust the bartender. He whispered to him again. "I suggest you keep your head down should anything happen, and I'd strongly recommend finding another employer sometime in the near future. It's not really healthy to work for Mr.Tretsky for a long time, as our friend in the lobster suit found out, if you catch my drift."

"Indeed I do not object to a litle 'help' once in a while, esecialy when i get paid the same, if not more either way. Haha, thanks for the warning about the boss, I kept my ear out I know more or less what he does. He lets be do my job. Like I said Im new, plan on staying that way. Thanks for the tip, Ill keep it in mind. Heres your milk, Ill join ya in an hour or so if you're still up. Maybe we could go grab some coffee in the Lounge when I get off, whadda ya say?"

"Indeed I do not object to a litle 'help' once in a while, esecialy when i get paid the same, if not more either way. Haha, thanks for the warning about the boss, I kept my ear out I know more or less what he does. He lets be do my job. Like I said Im new, plan on staying that way. Thanks for the tip, Ill keep it in mind. Heres your milk, Ill join ya in an hour or so if you're still up. Maybe we could go grab some coffee in the Lounge when I get off, whadda ya say?"

"I'd like that, I'm about done gambling for the night anyway, and if there's one thing I've learn, it's to quit while your ahead. By the way, this is an excellent sandwich."

"Hey Toni!, you can take over. Tell Diana that im off in the louge with my Coffee and Mr. Lon here if she needs me."
He turned back to Lon, "Follow me bud, To the aft of the ship, its the coffee lounge, best Mocha anywhere on this rig."
He came aorund the bar and motioned for Lon to follow. Oddly he didnt expose his back to his new friend.

"Hey Toni!, you can take over. Tell Diana that im off in the louge with my Coffee and Mr. Lon here if she needs me."
He turned back to Lon, "Follow me bud, To the aft of the ship, its the coffee lounge, best Mocha anywhere on this rig."
He came aorund the bar and motioned for Lon to follow. Oddly he didnt expose his back to his new friend.

Feeling the comfort presence of his MacLeod, even through his vest, Nolen wasn't particualry worried about getting into something. Though it was odd that the bartender had earlier said he would have to watch the bar all night but now somehow could leave it in someone else's hands. This could be either a good or bad thing. Either way, Nolen was ready.

Diana put 3 Martini's down at a table and recived a tip. She look over towards the bar to see Jean-Luke(forgot thats how its spelled, I feel stupid) and a costomer preparing to leave. It interested her. She became more alert and edgy as she moved her way slowly to the bar, picking up empty glasses and dishes from tables on her way.

Nolen noticed the waitress trying to covertly follow them, but decided she was more nosy at the moment than a threat. He considered saying something to Luke about her but decided it would be best to remian quiet for the moment.

OOC: wow i feel REALLY stupid, i thot u were another character for some reason with that last post. im gonna edit that post.

OOC: wow i feel REALLY stupid, i thot u were another character for some reason with that last post. im gonna edit that post.
OOC- No problem, it happens to the best of us, I should know.

Jean-Luke lead his friend down the halls to the aft of the ship. Whe nthey got to the small lounge, there was no one else there. Jean-Luke got behind the coffee bar and started up the Espresso Machine.
"Lemme just warm her up, what do you want? Im taking a Mocha Late, what can I get ya? Its free dont worry."

Jean-Luke lead his friend down the halls to the aft of the ship. Whe nthey got to the small lounge, there was no one else there. Jean-Luke got behind the coffee bar and started up the Espresso Machine.
"Lemme just warm her up, what do you want? Im taking a Mocha Late, what can I get ya? Its free dont worry."

"Black, and strong enough to pour itself. You know, your an awfully good bartender, I know a good friend who's looking for someone with your talents. What do you say I introduce you to him after this cruise? The pay's good, and the work isn't too hard. And you can't beat the fringe benifits."

Poltvitch attempted to focus on the chips in front of him. Missile officer Variden had lost a months wages and given up, the petty officers were half drunk somewhere, and he had won the best part of 2000 Imperial Dollars. He watched with interest as a waitress cleared the tables in front of some customers, he didn't know who. he pocketed the chips, pulled his cap on and strolled over to the bar, grinning noncholantly.

OOC: soz about being offline earlier, machine crashed on me, and internet died. have only ust fixed it.

Acton is at the beer nursing a bottle Aleris Beer, thinking about his wasted life as a bounty hunter. He fingers the sword strapped to his back. He knew that he needed money, but he didn't have any way to earn any...

http://www.thang.homechoice.co.uk/2d/swordsman.jpg

OOC-This is a casino ship. They aren't going to let you walk around with a sword. You'd have to sneak it in. Prepare to face the consequences...
IC-
The 2 security guards, each armed with a taser, baton, and Sig Sauer P226 pistol walked up to Acton. (OOC2-Cool, the name of my hometown)
"Excuse me sir, no weapons are allowed on the ship, unless given permission by Mr. Tretsky, we're going to have to confiscate that."
The guards already had their steel batons out, and were ready for any crazy stunts.
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The homeless man was lying on a bench in the crew-only section of the ship, minus the lobster costume. Tretsky swore as he put the thing on. It was going to look stupid, but it was the only way. He grabbed a gym bag (The official Sack o' Lobster one), shoved a TEC-9 Machine Pistol in it, and began walking out the door.
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"Aww... Man."
Unsel was disappointed. Mitch said he come with the female pilots and crew, but he failed to find anyone else from his squadron.
"I cycle back to Cortina AFB tomorrow, and not a friggin' half interesting person in sight."
Being a fighter pilot, and a spacecraft pilot, Unsel had done and seen plenty of interesting things. Sure, anybody in the service has gotten laid with foreigners, but Unsel had done it with the leader of a nation. It had been, now that he thought about it, a very long time since he had seen or heard of her. But no matter. He had already finished the drink-a-whole-f*cking-lot phase, skipped the attempt-to-kill-the-band phase, and was now moving straight on to the see-if-there-are-any-nice-looking-women phase. So he roamed around the ship, hoping something half interesting would happen.

Poltvitch sighed, as he was obviously out of luck on the waitress front. He decide to try and locate the person who had spoken to him earlier, he had been too busy gambling to reply. He remembered seeing him heading out of the room he was in, and he felt a need to at least apologise. Adjusting his uniform, he walked hurriedly up the corridor in the direction he thought the guy had gone.

Standford goes outside and watches for the drugs.

A huge man in a security uniform walks up to Standford. He wears a baggy jacket, under it is an MP5K, and all the normal guard weapons.
"No customahs allowed on da deck. Didn't ya see da restricted areah sign, huh? Get back in there."
On the top of the ship, under a tarp, was a man with suppressed FN P90 and NVGs. He lined up the gun on Stanford's head, should he try anything funny.

Poltvitch turned into the bar, hoping to find the guy who had talked to him earlier. He saw him leaning against the counter, and walked up.
"I'm sorry to intrude, but I believe you spoke to me earlier? I'm sorry, I was busy with poker at the time, and I didn't want to break my concentration. I'm Captain Andreas Poltvitch, Imperial Navy, of the Victor Imperialis. And you are..?

Stanford goes inside the ship.

"That guy screamed fed. Is he gone?"
"Yeah. Tell them to hook up."
The 2 cigarette boats flew over the water, and flanked the ship, with guns trained on the lower rear of the ship. The huge cabin cruiser hooked up to the back of the ship.
"Do you have the money?"
"Give us the drugs first."
The man responding to Ivan was none other than the person he hated most- Lou Spernezzi. Lou, carrying a FN FNC, then began the usual friendly, professional dialouge with Ivan.
"Move it, a**hole."
"Go f*ck yourself. Give us the money first."
"Screw you, product first."
"Fine, sh*tball. Manny, bring it up!"
They began hauling large bags of High-Grade Marijuana and cocaine onto the back of the Lucky Roller.

OOC: 1.) NE slow down a sec please? 2.)Imperial Unions, are you talking to Lon, the guy with the bar tender in the coffee bar?

In earth orbit, a small corvette waited to descend into the atmosphere. Its target- a large ship thought to be carrying Eh! Steve! The orvette would insert a team of six onto the ship, who would then locate the stevermiser and bring him to trial.

OCC: Ok, ok. Make that a small tugboat in close poroximity to the casino ship.

IC: In the ship itself, Eh! Steve! was, for the first time in his life, loosing a game of poker. He suddenly, with a burst of rage, explodes, banging his fists on the table and throwing cards around. He tips the table right over and starts rampaging around.

2 more security guards rush into the room, and pull out P226s, and load rubber bullets. They line the laser sights up with the target, and aim for the center of mass.
Unsel, seeing this, quickly decided now would be a good time to head to the men's room.
OOC-Ok. But the name, isn't that from www.homestarrunner.com? It's kinda odd. Can I just call him Steve.
LF-Ok, I'll have them sit tight for a bit.
IC-
"HOLD ON! It's too rough to move the product! Let's wait until it calms down!"
"For once you have a good idea, Lou!"
"WHAT?"
"NEVER MIND?"
"HUH?!"
Ivan put his palm to his forehead and muttered a curse.

2 more security guards rush into the room, and pull out P226s, and load rubber bullets. They line the laser sights up with the target, and aim for the center of mass.
Unsel, seeing this, quickly decided now would be a good time to head to the men's room.
OOC-Ok. But the name, isn't that from www.homestarrunner.com? It's kinda odd. Can I just call him Steve.
LF-Ok, I'll have them sit tight for a bit.
IC-
"HOLD ON! It's too rough to move the product! Let's wait until it calms down!"
"For once you have a good idea, Lou!"
"WHAT?"
"NEVER MIND?"
"HUH?!"
Ivan put his palm to his forehead and muttered a curse.

OCC: You know too much!

IC: (Eh!) Steve continues to rampage around the room, unaware of the security guards. (Or have they fired?)

The security guards point their laser dots at the chest of Steve, and fire 3 rounds each.

A slight vibration goes off from one of the devices in Nolen's shirt as he waits for his new friend's response. Silently he activates a small radio transmitter, and then sits back to wait for the 3rd fleet which had been waiting for the signal to arrive.

The M/V-22, painted in Coast guard colors, raced over the sea. The VTOL was part of a joint operation to make a hit on the Lucky Roller that night, and was loaded with extra weapons, and 36 Customs Service Agents. It had just departed from Cortina AFB, and was making it's way south toward the Lucky Roller.

"You can have the sword," Acton replies, "but you will have to return it when I get off... Or I will hold you personally responsible..."

Acton throws the sword point down towards the guards feet. In disgust, Acton walks away from the bar.

OOC: Acton is your hometown? That really weird... I just came up with a combination of letters for the name...

Racing through the dark night, their bows slicing through the waves in creamy waves, the fleet suddenly changes course as a signal comes in.
"Captain, we have the Lucky Roller on radar, and the agent's signal is still coming in load and clear."
Captain Taylor glanced over at his Exec. "OK Mike, tell the spec ops team to get ready, it looks like the deal is going down."

Back on board the Lucky Roller: Lon got out of his chair and headed for the door, as he ran out he shouted over his shoulder. "Luke, you'd best stay here, this ship is libal to become a shooting gallery in a few minutes."
As he raced through the hallways to the upper decks, he drew his pistol, flipping off the safety.

The security guards nod, and pick up the sword.
"We'll get it back. But as you can see from the lobster-drunk fight here, we can't be too careful."
OOC-Yep. Real town. One of the best football towns in the state, actually.
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"Ok, let's do it! Bring up the product!"
The men began hoisting huge bags onto the back of the ship, the howling wind and crashing waves preventing them from hearing the already quiet engines of the M/V-22 as the men inside activated a cell phone and satellite phone jammer that enveloped the area. The M/V-22 began monitoring all radio transmissions in the area, as the 2nd element of the bust began moving toward the ship.
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20 miles away, the NECGS Guardian rode through the waves. It was a very well armed ship, for a coast guard one anyway. A 80mm ETC automatic cannon, capable at firing 60 rounds a minute, as well as stinger missiles, Kornet-S Missile tubes, 7.62 and 6.5mm HVETC machineguns, and a well armed crew made up the deadly arsenal of the ship. In front of it were 2 A/V-46 Wasp II Canard Rotor/Wing aircraft, currently in helicopter config. At the push of a button, the Rotorwing would straighten out, allowing the aircraft to become more like a plane. Each was also well armed, with 70mm Rocket pods and 7.62mm miniguns on the wings, with a 20mm rotary cannon in the nose. If the drug dealers were foolish enough to open fire, boy were they in for a surprise.

"Captain, someone's attempting to jam the agent's transmittion, we're also picking up another ship on radar, radar profile indicates it's the NECGS Guardian."
"What's our ETA at the Lucky Roller, and what's the status of the Special Ops team?"
"At this speed we'll reach the Lucky Roller in ten minutes sir, and the rest of the fleet should arrive ten minutes after that. The Special Ops team are ready and prepared to board as soon as we're alongside."
"Increase to flank speed, and sound General Quarters."
"Aye Captain."

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, "ALL HANDS, GENERAL QUARTERS, BATTLE STATION, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!"

Eight twin 5in. turrets rotated silently, as 20mm Phalanx gatling cannon spun up to speed, torpedeo tubes slid from underneath recessed fairings, and the aft twin Bloodhound missile launcher hummed as it's electronics warmed up. Within 50 seconds the Franklin class light cruiser White Wolf was ready for battle. Behind her rest of the third fleet closes up for action.

Nolen looked down the deck at the transaction that was taking place. Sighting in on one of the gunmen, he waited for the fleet to arrive.

The M/V-22 slid over the Lucky Roller, as snipers leaning out the door took out the men on the roof. CS gas was dropped on the loading dock as 36 well armed Customs Service agents dropped to the roof, firing J-65 6.5mm HVETC assault rifles in short bursts, as the 2 A/V-46 Wasps punched into fix wing mode toward the ship.

Jean-Luke ran down the hall, he shouted into a comm in his shirt cuff
"Diana! We got it, send the transponder signal now!"
Diana was in the kitchen when she got the transmission, she reached to the middle of her lower back and drew the Glock that was in a holster there.

Jean Luke raced down the hall after Lon, his glock also drawn, saftey off. He turned peaked around the corner to see Lon hiding as he watched the drugs being transferred below. He took aim at his firend and saind quielty but sternly.

"Lon, put the weapon down, DO NOT turn around, I will fire, and I assume you're wearing kevlar, thats why its your head in my sights, Im an expert marksman grade. I am Gunnery Sgt Jean-Luke LaForge, of the Republican Libert Dragoons Special Narcotics enforcement division. The waitress who followed us is Lance Corporal Diana Crusher. We cannot allow you to stop this deal. We have been tracking this for way too long."
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Captain Reed, skipper of the Los Angeles Class Submarine, the LFNV ull stood excited, by the looks of the jamming isngla, it was underway. He had complete faith in his too men on-board, they were the elite of the elite. Thats what the RLD's are all about, and he knew that. He gave the order to the com officer
"All vessels[there were 5 other subs to complete the LFNC Wolfpack], the agents are making thier move, we have multiple sonar contacts. SOme read New Empire in signature. DO NOT fire unless fired upon. Make sure those drugs do not get intercepted unles by us, I will retreve the agents. Make sure no one gets in my way"
The comm officer relayed the messege
"Watson, I want an open link to the lead ship from those NE forces"
:::"NE Vessels, this is Captain Reed of the LFNV Pitbull We are here and have personel aboard the ship in question. We are closest to the suspects so we will go ahead and aprehend, we do not want any friendly fire incidents. We will settle cutody after this is settled."

"OK sailor, kill the fog projecter." The Captain said.

The White Wolf suddenly broke out of it's self produced fog bank, only a few tens of meters from the Lucky Roller. Massive searchlights snapped on, enveloping the ship in blinding light, the forward turret fired a warning round ahead of the ship as it's whistle went off with a howl like a wolf's. The external PA system came to life as the same message was transmitted over the radio.
"ATTENTION LUCKY ROLLER, HEAVE TO AND PREPARE FOR BOARDING AT ONCE, ANY ATTEMPT AT RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH DEADLY FORCE, YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS TO COMPLY."

Nolen breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank god the calvary's here." He looked over at the men pouring onboard from the Coast Guard ship from the opposite side from the White Wolf. "Though it might be just a little overkill given the circumstances."

Jean-Luke ran down the hall, he shouted into a comm in his shirt cuff
"Diana! We got it, send the transponder signal now!"
Diana was in the kitchen when she got the transmission, she reached to the middle of her lower back and drew the Glock that was in a holster there.

Jean Luke raced down the hall after Lon, his glock also drawn, saftey off. He turned peaked around the corner to see Lon hiding as he watched the drugs being transferred below. He took aim at his firend and saind quielty but sternly.

"Lon, put the weapon down, DO NOT turn around, I will fire, and I assume you're wearing kevlar, thats why its your head in my sights, Im an expert marksman grade. I am Gunnery Sgt Jean-Luke LaForge, of the Republican Libert Dragoons Special Narcotics enforcement division. The waitress who followed us is Lance Corporal Diana Crusher. We cannot allow you to stop this deal. We have been tracking this for way too long."
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Captain Reed, skipper of the Los Angeles Class Submarine, the LFNV ull stood excited, by the looks of the jamming isngla, it was underway. He had complete faith in his too men on-board, they were the elite of the elite. Thats what the RLD's are all about, and he knew that. He gave the order to the com officer
"All vessels[there were 5 other subs to complete the LFNC Wolfpack], the agents are making thier move, we have multiple sonar contacts. SOme read New Empire in signature. DO NOT fire unless fired upon. Make sure those drugs do not get intercepted unles by us, I will retreve the agents. Make sure no one gets in my way"
The comm officer relayed the messege
"Watson, I want an open link to the lead ship from those NE forces"
:::"NE Vessels, this is Captain Reed of the LFNV Pitbull We are here and have personel aboard the ship in question. We are closest to the suspects so we will go ahead and aprehend, we do not want any friendly fire incidents. We will settle cutody after this is settled."

Nolen turned to Luke, "I'm afraid this bust is going down, regardless of what you want. My full name is Lon Nolen, Captain in the Grimdalian Special Forces." He gestured out towards the general direction of the White Wolf. "That's the 3rd fleet out there, and I assure you, the captain will not hesitate to carry out his threat. In addition the rest of my team is on that ship. I suggest you put the gun down, because when they get here they won't look too kindly on anyone pointing a gun at my head." Nolen shrugged. "Sorry, but those are the breaks."

OOC: Does the casino ship have a docking bay?

Acton finally decided he had enough... The claustraphobic conditions of the vessel was mentally hurting him. Acton decides that he wants to return home...

OOC-It's taken up by the cabin cruiser... And remember Grimdale, that Coast Guard ship as 12 Kornet S light anti-ship missiles.
IC-
The 36 men streamed onto the Lucky Roller, and took the bridge first. A man raised his P226, only to have his head dissapear in a red cloud as 6.5mm Reverse Ogive rounds impacted. A Customs service agent picked up the radio and spoke,
"White Wolf, you're a little late. This is Captain Hans Belheimer of the New Empire Customs Service. We are in the process of seizing the ship, any action taken will be considered a threat and will be met with equally deadly force."
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In the M/V-22, the overseeing Major picked up the radio.
"Cortina, all elements reporting armed resistance. We have a foreign warship on our hands, requesting use of Silence."
"Silence Approved, ETA 5 minutes."
The 12 F-109s, each armed with 2 of the SeaSlam Supercavitating torpedoes, were the same squadron that had earlier sunk a light cruiser and heavily damaged an aircraft carrier, were shooting off the runway, the SCRAMjet boosters latched over their fuselages allowing them to kiss the edge of the atmosphere, and move along at Mach 4. Each was armed with their 30mm EM gatling gun, 4 Salhamya HMLRMs, and 6 Keiskau HMMRMs.
The M/V-22 crew then turned to the channel the LF forces were contacting them on,
"Roger that LF forces, we have a platoon of men onboard, don't worry. We have incoming air support, so sight tight and let's hope we don't need them."
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Alex Tretsky, seeing the oncoming CS Agents, grabbed the TEC-9 and began firing at the doorway, the muzzle flash lighting up his costume's smiling lobster face. Unsel, on the other hand, had managed to pick up the bartender's baseball bat, and was crouching behind an overturned linoleum table, brass from the TEC-9 tinkling off of it.

OOC-It's taken up by the cabin cruiser... And remember Grimdale, that Coast Guard ship as 12 Kornet S light anti-ship missiles.
IC-
The 36 men streamed onto the Lucky Roller, and took the bridge first. A man raised his P226, only to have his head dissapear in a red cloud as 6.5mm Reverse Ogive rounds impacted. A Customs service agent picked up the radio and spoke,
"White Wolf, you're a little late. This is Captain Hans Belheimer of the New Empire Customs Service. We are in the process of seizing the ship, any action taken will be considered a threat and will be met with equally deadly force."
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In the M/V-22, the overseeing Major picked up the radio.
"Cortina, all elements reporting armed resistance. We have a foreign warship on our hands, requesting use of Silence."
"Silence Approved, ETA 5 minutes."
The 12 F-109s, each armed with 2 of the SeaSlam Supercavitating torpedoes, were the same squadron that had earlier sunk a light cruiser and heavily damaged an aircraft carrier, were shooting off the runway, the SCRAMjet boosters latched over their fuselages allowing them to kiss the edge of the atmosphere, and move along at Mach 4. Each was armed with their 30mm EM gatling gun, 4 Salhamya HMLRMs, and 6 Keiskau HMMRMs.
The M/V-22 crew then turned to the channel the LF forces were contacting them on,
"Roger that LF forces, we have a platoon of men onboard, don't worry. We have incoming air support, so sight tight and let's hope we don't need them."
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Alex Tretsky, seeing the oncoming CS Agents, grabbed the TEC-9 and began firing at the doorway, the muzzle flash lighting up his costume's smiling lobster face. Unsel, on the other hand, had managed to pick up the bartender's baseball bat, and was crouching behind an overturned linoleum table, brass from the TEC-9 tinkling off of it.

IC- Before you start anything you might want to look at the specs for the Franklin class crusier, Raptor Nest carrier, and F-28 Raptor. For informational purposes, the 3rd Fleet consists of 2 carriers, and 27 crusiers in addition to the White Wolf, and they carry enough firepower to level a medium size nation.
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"Understood Captain Belheimer, but be advised we are the vangard of the entire 3rd fleet and we have an agent on board, and we intend to recover him, whatever it takes."

"Captain." The sailor manning the radar said.
"What is it, we have twelve aircraft approaching at high speed, they appear to be armed. Also the Coast Guard ship is lighting us up with fire control radar."
The Captain smiled. "They want to play, I've got more guns than you do, very well then, let's oblige them. Call back to the fleet, ask them to launch their full fighter strength. And feel free to light both the ship and the aircraft with our fire control radar. Prepare the defences.

Back at the oncoming fleet over 200 fighters begin to lift off from the decks, a full 30 racing at mach 6 towards the incoming fighters. The rest raced to take up a defensive circle above both the fleet and the White Wolf. Onboard the ships, radars and sonars of all sorts lit off as weapons warmed up.

"We assure you your agent will not be harmed, but THIS IS MADNESS. The ships are now on course towards our waters, if ONE of your ships or aircraft enters, you will regret it."
The 12 F-109 pilots flipped on Sky Eye, as Satellites over New Empire gave them the location of every enemy aircraft.
"Activate Athena."
The computers sitting the fuselage of the aircraft turned on, detected incoming radar waves, and spat out a frequency that canceled them out. The F-109s were now a blank space on radar.
"Activate Smart Skin"
In the night sky, the 12 F-109s seemed to disappear, as the micro photocells took the background and radiated the same color. Only out of perhiperial vision could they be detected by human eyes.
"Radio Silent."
The 12 F-109s hit the deck, 20 feet from the water, their vectored thrust bobbling them over the tall waves.
Meanwhile, at Sestadt Naval Yards, the 5 Gewehrston class Supercavitating submarines shot out of their bays, a bubble of air forming around them from the gas being pumped out their noses. The AquaJet engines roared to life, as the sharklike subs accelerated to Mach 1.9, followed by what seemed to be around 150 underwater aircraft. Each was the new F/S-39 Storm Rider, their two ISC M1 hydrogen burning rocket engines (each rated at 96 526 lb st) allowing to slam along at Mach 4 in their bubbles of air. They dove down to 10,000 feet, the pressure unaffecting them. The minute they felt compelled to do so, they could race up to the surface and function as aircraft.
"To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!"
The pilot sang out the Led Zepplin lyrics, laughing, as Viking Element screamed toward the Lucky Roller, the pilots of Wagner Element no doubt humming "Ride of the Valkyries".

This was going to get ugly.

"We are in International Waters, it is you who are out of line. And our agent was on board before your agents. Since you have annoyed us you now have thirty minutes to either apologise for threatening us, or haul your asses out of here before we start shooting. Should any of your planes or subs appraoch within twenty miles of our fleet we will consider them to be hostile."

The F-28s activated their own radar and optical stealth, and switched to infrared detection. Onboard the ships, ASROC's rotated as they tracked the oncoming subs, within 30 seconds a total of 112 torpedeos could be launched to land directly over their submerged targets. Bloodhound missiles tracked the section of sky the enemy was expected to approach from, ready to fire at the first hint of a hostile launch. Infrared sensors probed the skies, ready to direct the massive duel purpose 5in guns and smaller 20mm Phalanxs in tearing apart the sky. Defensive systems went to standby, ready to activate on a moments notice.

"Captain, Sky Eye shows movement of enemy ASROC units."
The captain sat in the command chair of the "bridge" nestled inside the lead sub.
"Hah. I doubt ASROCs are going to catch us. We have the edge down here. Our SeaSlams can hit Mach 5, and the F/S-39s will murder that carrier."
Onboard the F-109, the flight leader smirked as Sky Eye showed him enemy positions clear as ever, and the coolant began circulating throughout the aircraft, reaching air temperature. The engines adjusted, as the Thrust Vector panels cooled to mast the engines. He locked in the missiles with satellite guidance, no radar, no threat lights, no way for them to know they were under missile lock. Not a flicker of radar was even on, the Satellites telling them everything they needed to know. The enemy fighters outlines on the HUD were outlined in bright red, again running of of data relayed from ships and satellites. The aircraft had not a detectable system running, save for the chirping of the computers, encased in armored lead shells.
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"If you have not noticed, THIS IS A NEW EMPIRE CITIZEN'S SHIP. We have 359 citizens onboard, at last count, and it is our duty to protect them from this uncalled for agression. In 3 minutes the bow of the Lucky Roller will hit USNE waters. We assure you your agent will not be harmed, and we have NEVER intended to do so. YOU are out of line, sending a FLEET to BOARD a CIVILIAN ship. Until you barged in, this was a USNE LAW ENFORCEMENT OPERATION! LAW ENFORCEMENT! This is OUR jurisdiction, whether you like it or not. You may have us outnumbered in the air, but we guaruntee a slaughter at sea. You have no idea how capable our submarine forces are.

NECGS Guardian, OUT."

The security guards point their laser dots at the chest of Steve, and fire 3 rounds each.

Eh! Steve! falls to the ground, in very painful pain as a result of the rubber bullets. At that moment, the small tugboat to the side of the Lucky Roller makes its presence felt with a searchlight, which it shines into the bridge. On the deck of the tugboat, a pair of Katusha rocket launchers are uncovered, as well as an anti-tank gun and various automatic cannons.

"LUCKY ROLLER! HEAVE-TO AND PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!!!!"

On the deck of the tugboat, a multitude of men clad in black suits, armed with Ak-47s and grenade launchers prepare to board the ship.

12 of the CS agents aim their weapons at the men, while the 2 CG A/V-46 Wasp IIs hover over the tug.
A CS agent picks up a loudspeaker and replies,
"Oh, really now?"

"Captain, Sky Eye shows movement of enemy ASROC units."
The captain sat in the command chair of the "bridge" nestled inside the lead sub.
"Hah. I doubt ASROCs are going to catch us. We have the edge down here. Our SeaSlams can hit Mach 5, and the F/S-39s will murder that carrier."
Onboard the F-109, the flight leader smirked as Sky Eye showed him enemy positions clear as ever, and the coolant began circulating throughout the aircraft, reaching air temperature. The engines adjusted, as the Thrust Vector panels cooled to mast the engines. He locked in the missiles with satellite guidance, no radar, no threat lights, no way for them to know they were under missile lock. Not a flicker of radar was even on, the Satellites telling them everything they needed to know. The enemy fighters outlines on the HUD were outlined in bright red, again running of of data relayed from ships and satellites. The aircraft had not a detectable system running, save for the chirping of the computers, encased in armored lead shells.
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"If you have not noticed, THIS IS A NEW EMPIRE CITIZEN'S SHIP. We have 359 citizens onboard, at last count, and it is our duty to protect them from this uncalled for agression. In 3 minutes the bow of the Lucky Roller will hit USNE waters. We assure you your agent will not be harmed, and we have NEVER intended to do so. YOU are out of line, sending a FLEET to BOARD a CIVILIAN ship. Until you barged in, this was a USNE LAW ENFORCEMENT OPERATION! LAW ENFORCEMENT! This is OUR jurisdiction, whether you like it or not. You may have us outnumbered in the air, but we guaruntee a slaughter at sea. You have no idea how capable our submarine forces are.

NECGS Guardian, OUT."

OOC- ASROCs are missile launched torpedos designed to allow surface ships to have standoff anti-submarine capability, they are not vessels in and of themselves. And before this goes any further, if you haven't yet, you really might want to take a look at that link.

IC- "Then screw you, these are international waters, and you're interupting our law enforcment operation. For Grimdale!!!!"

With that the White Wolf's guns opened fire, in less than a minute over 640 rounds of 5in and thousands of rounds of 20mm ammunttion had crashed into the hostile ship. Throughout the fleet the sky lit up as over a hundred missiles tipped with the world's most advanced torpedos raced to drop their deadly payloads on a mere 5 submarines. Fogging systems were activated, the crusiers killed their radar profiles, and activated their Prairie-Masker anti-sonar systems, effectively disappearing off both radar and sonar. Massive jammers lit up as chaff was launched, air and water launched decoys were deployed as the fleet disappeared behind a cloud of jamming, fake emmissions, a massive fog bank, and stealth technology.

12 of the CS agents aim their weapons at the men, while the 2 CG A/V-46 Wasp IIs hover over the tug.
A CS agent picks up a loudspeaker and replies,
"Oh, really now?"

OCC: They aren't pirates, they come for Eh! Steve!)

IC:

Several crewmen aim their stingers at the Wasp thingy, and the boarding team prepares to climb the sides.

"WE ARE HEAVILY ARMED! WE ARE NOT PIRATES! WE COME FOR EH! STEVE! IF YOU GET IN OUR WAY WE WILL NOT HESITATE TO DETONATE THE NEUTRON BOMB WHICH IS HIDDEN IN THIS SHIP'S HOLD!"

(OCC: This is a total bluff. :D )

"Captain, Sky Eye shows movement of enemy ASROC units."
The captain sat in the command chair of the "bridge" nestled inside the lead sub.
"Hah. I doubt ASROCs are going to catch us. We have the edge down here. Our SeaSlams can hit Mach 5, and the F/S-39s will murder that carrier."
Onboard the F-109, the flight leader smirked as Sky Eye showed him enemy positions clear as ever, and the coolant began circulating throughout the aircraft, reaching air temperature. The engines adjusted, as the Thrust Vector panels cooled to mast the engines. He locked in the missiles with satellite guidance, no radar, no threat lights, no way for them to know they were under missile lock. Not a flicker of radar was even on, the Satellites telling them everything they needed to know. The enemy fighters outlines on the HUD were outlined in bright red, again running of of data relayed from ships and satellites. The aircraft had not a detectable system running, save for the chirping of the computers, encased in armored lead shells.
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"If you have not noticed, THIS IS A NEW EMPIRE CITIZEN'S SHIP. We have 359 citizens onboard, at last count, and it is our duty to protect them from this uncalled for agression. In 3 minutes the bow of the Lucky Roller will hit USNE waters. We assure you your agent will not be harmed, and we have NEVER intended to do so. YOU are out of line, sending a FLEET to BOARD a CIVILIAN ship. Until you barged in, this was a USNE LAW ENFORCEMENT OPERATION! LAW ENFORCEMENT! This is OUR jurisdiction, whether you like it or not. You may have us outnumbered in the air, but we guaruntee a slaughter at sea. You have no idea how capable our submarine forces are.

NECGS Guardian, OUT."

OOC- ASROCs are missile launched torpedos designed to allow surface ships to have standoff anti-submarine capability, they are not vessels in and of themselves. And before this goes any further, if you haven't yet, you really might want to take a look at that link.

IC- "Then screw you, these are international waters, and you're interupting our law enforcment operation. For Grimdale!!!!"

With that the White Wolf's guns opened fire, in less than a minute over 640 rounds of 5in and thousands of rounds of 20mm ammunttion had crashed into the hostile ship. Throughout the fleet the sky lit up as over a hundred missiles tipped with the world's most advanced torpedos raced to drop their deadly payloads on a mere 5 submarines. Fogging systems were activated, the crusiers killed their radar profiles, and activated their Prairie-Masker anti-sonar systems, effectively disappearing off both radar and sonar. Massive jammers lit up as chaff was launched, air and water launched decoys were deployed as the fleet disappeared behind a cloud of jamming, fake emmissions, a massive fog bank, and stealth technology.

The tugboat's sensors (It is really an Orlyonok class spy trawler) pick up this fighting very quickly. The ship then disengages and slips back into the dark.

OOC-I know. But the satellites are able to acutally see the ASROC tube and launcher "units" move.
IC-
The NECGS guardian, just about to announce the Lucky Roller was in International waters, disappeared in a cloud of fire, which enveloped the Lucky Roller, in the blink of an eye, the ships blew apart.
Unsel looked in horror as the lobster costume, the people, everyone seemed to set on fire. The floor collapsed. The walls followed suit. He found himself sailing towards the water, until going uncouncious.
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The satellite systems recorded everything, and alerted the submarine captains. Micro supercav torpedoes flew to the surface of the water, their explosions sheilding the supercav subs as they raced to Mach 2.9, and each launched 10 SeaHammer Mach 10 Supercav torpedoes, all being satellite guided via a link from their host ships.

The 150 Storm Riders broke formation, and let loose a hail of satellite guided Mach 5 SeaSlam Supercav torpedoes. All the sonar jamming in the world could not save them now. They would have a mere 3 seconds to react to the hail of torpedoes. In orbit, at the Over-Berliston station, 2 Transatmospheric bombers, each with 100 SeaSlams, burned through the atmosphere, fired, and streaked back to the safety of space.
The 12 F-109s fired, and then activated SCRAMjet boosters to race away at Mach 7, flying over the second Wolfpack of Gewehrston Class Supercav subs.
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On national television, Corinth Dleroes, performing the state of the union address for this month, was rushed to by an aid, who handed her a piece of paper.
"I have just been informed... That a USNE Coast Guard Ship, and a civilian casino ship, have just suffered an unprovoked attack by Grimdale forces."
She tore her eyes of the paper.
"This will not be tolerated. As we speak, the USNE Navy, Aerospace Force, and Coast Guard are mobilizing to combat this threat. And to you cowards in Grimdale, what are you thinking? You have just killed innocent civilians in OUR WATERS. YOU FIRED THE FIRST SHOT. Do you not know of DIPLOMACY? What is going through your minds? ARE YOU INSANE? I assure you our allies in the APTO will not take this lightly. You have no idea what you have just done. WE WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS BLATANT VIOLATION OF SANITY AND MURDER. That's right, murder. That is what you have just done. We will allow you a chance to apologize, but THIS IS MADNESS!"
She stormed off the podium to the war room of the Capital Citadel.

OOC- We only fired at the coast guard ship, not the Lucky Roller.

IC- Anti-torpedeo torpedeos raced to intercept, sowing the sea with explosions. Phalanxes tore first the water apart, detonating the remaining torpedoes before switching to air-defense. 5in, 20mm, 25mm, shells and Bloodhound, Adder, and RAM missiles filled the sky. Of the 214 incoming missiles, 105 were intercepted by the combined missile fire from the ships and F-28s, another 33 ran into the proximity fused 5in barrage, another 10 crashed into the sea, their sensor's burned out by the massive amounts of jamming aimed their way, 20 went after false targets, of the remianing 36 the combination of 20mm/25mm shellfire and RAM missiles managed to knock down 26, that left 10 to hit their targets. The crusiers Black Wolf, Snow Wolf, and Grey Wolf staggering under multipul hits, fall out of formation for a moment before hauling back into position. Double hulls and 12in armor plating absorded most of the damage. Damage Control crews raced to bring damaged systems online as the hull mounted torpedo tubes bleached out another 112 torpedos, making a total of 224 torpedeo launched at a mere five ships from all directions.

WE THE PEOPLE OF GRIMDALE ADMIT FIRE THE FIRST SHOOT, BUT IT WAS ONLY IN RESPONSE TO OUR INSTRUCTIONS BEING REPEATEDLY IGNORED. YOU WERE WARNED OF THE CONSEQUENCES, AND YOU IGNORED THEM. PREPARE FOR WAR.

The 9th, 5th, 17th, 24th, 2nd, and 1st fleets are enroute and expected to arrive within the week. Nearby bases are launching airstrikes against New Empire. The entire country of Grimdale is mobilizing for war.

OOC- We only fired at the coast guard ship, not the Lucky Roller.

IC- Anti-torpedeo torpedeos raced to intercept, sowing the sea with explosions. Phalanxes tore first the water apart, detonating the remaining torpedoes before switching to air-defense. 5in, 20mm, 25mm, shells and Bloodhound, Adder, and RAM missiles filled the sky. Of the 214 incoming missiles, 105 were intercepted by the combined missile fire from the ships and F-28s, another 33 ran into the proximity fused 5in barrage, another 10 crashed into the sea, their sensor's burned out by the massive amounts of jamming aimed their way, 20 went after false targets, of the remianing 36 the combination of 20mm/25mm shellfire and RAM missiles managed to knock down 26, that left 10 to hit their targets. The crusiers Black Wolf, Snow Wolf, and Grey Wolf staggering under multipul hits, fall out of formation for a moment before hauling back into position. Double hulls and 12in armor plating absorded most of the damage. Damage Control crews raced to bring damaged systems online as the hull mounted torpedo tubes bleached out another 112 torpedos, making a total of 224 torpedeo launched at a mere five ships from all directions.

WE THE PEOPLE OF GRIMDALE ADMIT FIRE THE FIRST SHOOT, BUT IT WAS ONLY IN RESPONSE TO OUR INSTRUCTIONS BEING REPEATEDLY IGNORED. YOU WERE WARNED OF THE CONSEQUENCES, AND YOU IGNORED THEM. PREPARE FOR WAR.

The 9th, 5th, 17th, 24th, 2nd, and 1st fleets are enroute and expected to arrive within the week. Nearby bases are launching airstrikes against New Empire. The entire country of Grimdale is mobilizing for war.

Prime Minister Stephen Byerly transmits the following message to the governments of Grimdale and The New Empire:

"Hold on, now! Do you really need to start a war over something so small as this incident? It will ultimately cause great suffering to both parties involved, and this will put all further away from the path to happiness. Do you not see the error of your ways?"

OOC- We only fired at the coast guard ship, not the Lucky Roller.

IC- Anti-torpedeo torpedeos raced to intercept, sowing the sea with explosions. Phalanxes tore first the water apart, detonating the remaining torpedoes before switching to air-defense. 5in, 20mm, 25mm, shells and Bloodhound, Adder, and RAM missiles filled the sky. Of the 214 incoming missiles, 105 were intercepted by the combined missile fire from the ships and F-28s, another 33 ran into the proximity fused 5in barrage, another 10 crashed into the sea, their sensor's burned out by the massive amounts of jamming aimed their way, 20 went after false targets, of the remianing 36 the combination of 20mm/25mm shellfire and RAM missiles managed to knock down 26, that left 10 to hit their targets. The crusiers Black Wolf, Snow Wolf, and Grey Wolf staggering under multipul hits, fall out of formation for a moment before hauling back into position. Double hulls and 12in armor plating absorded most of the damage. Damage Control crews raced to bring damaged systems online as the hull mounted torpedo tubes bleached out another 112 torpedos, making a total of 224 torpedeo launched at a mere five ships from all directions.

WE THE PEOPLE OF GRIMDALE ADMIT FIRE THE FIRST SHOOT, BUT IT WAS ONLY IN RESPONSE TO OUR INSTRUCTIONS BEING REPEATEDLY IGNORED. YOU WERE WARNED OF THE CONSEQUENCES, AND YOU IGNORED THEM. PREPARE FOR WAR.

The 9th, 5th, 17th, 24th, 2nd, and 1st fleets are enroute and expected to arrive within the week. Nearby bases are launching airstrikes against New Empire. The entire country of Grimdale is mobilizing for war.

Prime Minister Stephen Byerly transmits the following message to the governments of Grimdale and The New Empire:

"Hold on, now! Do you really need to start a war over something so small as this incident? It will ultimately cause great suffering to both parties involved, and this will put all further away from the path to happiness. Do you not see the error of your ways?"

"We have taken the Lucky Roller into custody and are launching airstrikes against New Empire. Unless we recieve an aplogy from them the war shall continue."

OOC- Whatever happened to those 244 torps by the way? BTW, going to dinner, be back shortly.

Grimdale, you just f*cked with the wrong alliance....

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In response to the sudden unprovoked attacks on New Empirian shipping and soveringty, the nation of Grimdale is officially the new bitch of Imitora. I urge Grimdale to turn their fleets back, and appologize for their error, as well as pay reperations to all parties involved, or be raped like the little bitch you are. You are to comply within the hour (OOC: like, when you get back on), or your nation will fall.

President Elizabeth Waitkus
The Republic of Imitora

OOC-The Lucky Roller was destroyed in a fireball. And I don't think you understand how my torps are being guided, by Satellite GPS. And they're hitting Mach 10 (Thank god for supercav), so the impact is not going to be absorbed by a foot or armor. What kind of torps are you using? And another thing, I have space assets, and since you attacked me, I intend to use them.
IC-
"We apologize for not attacking you, and not making any offensive manuvers against your fleet. We apologize for not opening fire until fired upon. Look, you are not the world's police force. You have no right to make this aggressive action. We ignored your instructions, because at the time there was a gunfight going on inside the ship. This was our jurisdiction. We apologize for your agent's possible death due to the explosion caused by your attacks. It was stated multiple times that we had no intention of harming him. We want to begin a peaceful negotiation and investigation of this incident. Currently there are 6 Sarlham Battlecruisers in orbit over the area, with 9' Massdrivers pointed at your ships, along with multiple railguns, lasers with 300 mile ranges, and more sub-weapons. We will not use these unless attacks continue."
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The alarms blared as the 5 subs banked off, screaming through the water, their bubbles and trails would give the illusion the subs were much larger than they actually were (Basically, the sonar can't effectively penentrate the bubble, so you'd have to track a blank spot on the sonar), and released dummy munitions that created a blanket. Each munition was held by a 100 foot long cable, and created a very inviting sonar signature. The dummies and waves caught the majority of the torpedoes, but 50 managed to explode close enough to the ships to cause multiple small hull breaches, but the air bubble gave the compartment seals enough time to fix the problem.

IC- I would like to say it was your threat to open fire on us if we entered your waters while tracking the Lucky Roller that caused this whole incident. As we are outclassed by space based weapony we will conceed to your demands.

OOC- That and I don't want to think about what would happen if the 200+ nations in two of my alliances decided to get involved. And many of them do have space capability. (Plus most of them are nearly or over 1bil.) I'd like to say I'm interested to see a nation that operates both in space and on planet. Most (Like myself) usually stick to one or the other. Another time perhaps.

OOC-It's a complex system. Basically, all our colonies are semi-independent, and contribute spaceships and factories. It's an alliance in itself, made up of a bunch of Puerto-Rico type commonwealths. We have a small space fleet compared to most, and 1/2 of the ships are owned by the commonwealths.
IC-
We do believe we have the right to threaten action against warships that move in our territory without permission. In repartation to any damages to personnell or equipment, we will wire you 1 million for each Grimdalian killed by our attacks, and 20 million for repairing the ships. However pleased we may be, we hope next time it will be negotiation and not superior firepower that wards off war.

IC- I would like to say it was your threat to open fire on us if we entered your waters while tracking the Lucky Roller that caused this whole incident. As we are outclassed by space based weapony we will conceed to your demands.

OOC- That and I don't want to think about what would happen if the 200+ nations in two of my alliances decided to get involved. And many of them do have space capability. (Plus most of them are nearly or over 1bil.) I'd like to say I'm interested to see a nation that operates both in space and on planet. Most (Like myself) usually stick to one or the other. Another time perhaps.

Would the concerned parties like to have the negotiations aboard a neurtal vessel, such as the LRR traveling mothership (http://screens.relicnews.com/homeworld2/Hiigarans/SajuukCor056.jpg) which is stopping over at the Benderland international Space Hub?

OOC-It's a complex system. Basically, all our colonies are semi-independent, and contribute spaceships and factories. It's an alliance in itself, made up of a bunch of Puerto-Rico type commonwealths. We have a small space fleet compared to most, and 1/2 of the ships are owned by the commonwealths.
IC-
We do believe we have the right to threaten action against warships that move in our territory without permission. In repartation to any damages to personnell or equipment, we will wire you 1 million for each Grimdalian killed by our attacks, and 20 million for repairing the ships. However pleased we may be, we hope next time it will be negotiation and not superior firepower that wards off war.

IC: I entirely agree.

OOC: This was a nice RP until it blew up. I hope we can do this again, though preferribly with both of us on the same side next time. Till then.

"Although New Empire may be happy, the Common Wealth of Liberty Fighters is FURIOUS! You killed 2 of our best Narcotics Agents after being warned that YOU WERE IN THE WRONG! We are going to council, search and rescue operations are underway. Unless both those agents appear alive, you are in for a world of hurt my friend."

WT O'Connor
Chancellor: ARLF
High Chancellor: CLF

"Although New Empire may be happy, the Common Wealth of Liberty Fighters is FURIOUS! You killed 2 of our best Narcotics Agents after being warned that YOU WERE IN THE WRONG! We are going to council, search and rescue operations are underway. Unless both those agents appear alive, you are in for a world of hurt my friend."

WT O'Connor
Chancellor: ARLF
High Chancellor: CLF

IC: Calm down for a second, let me check the survivors we picked up. OK, they're safe, we're sending them by C-94, they should be home in a few hours. However I would suggest that you find out who else is staging operations before you infiltrate next time.

OOC: Shame they're leaving, Lon Nolen was sincere with that offer of a job too, for both of them. They'd be especially suited given their revelaed talents. Oh, well, hope we can do this again, I had a lot of fun doing the interactions between our characters. If you want we could do a bit where they part ways.

Another crisis averted. Plaet earth may once again sleep safely, or will they be awakened by nightmares come true............. :twisted:

OOC-I'd like to RP the SAR operations, I have another RP coming up, and one of the characters for this (Unsel) was going to be involved.
IC-Light.
Bright light.
Noise.
Gunfire?
No. Helicopter.
Unsel looked up from the floating piece of deck he had been hanging on to. He tried to sit up, but found the couldn't. He reached up with his arm, as a rescue basket was lowered, with a Coast Guard diver inside.
"Can you swim?"
"N-no. I think I'm paralyzed... chest down."
"Alright, hold on."
He fitted Unsel with a life jacket, and helped him into the basket.
He watched as the rescue diver seemed to shrink, and then found himself on the helicopter as it lowered the basket again for the diver.
The first real thought that entered his mind was God... I'll never fly again. And once again sleep overtook him.

OOC-I'd like to RP the SAR operations, I have another RP coming up, and one of the characters for this (Unsel) was going to be involved.
IC-Light.
Bright light.
Noise.
Gunfire?
No. Helicopter.
Unsel looked up from the floating piece of deck he had been hanging on to. He tried to sit up, but found the couldn't. He reached up with his arm, as a rescue basket was lowered, with a Coast Guard diver inside.
"Can you swim?"
"N-no. I think I'm paralyzed... chest down."
"Alright, hold on."
He fitted Unsel with a life jacket, and helped him into the basket.
He watched as the rescue diver seemed to shrink, and then found himself on the helicopter as it lowered the basket again for the diver.
The first real thought that entered his mind was God... I'll never fly again. And once again sleep overtook him.

Grimdale would like to apologise, we had made a very thurough search of the area before leaving and thought we had managed to find all the survivors. If you wish we can detach a pair of crusiers to assist in you SAR operations.

That's alright. We always do a second sweep, we found about 4 other survivors. We have the situation in hand.

Very well, calm seas and clear skies.