NationStates Jolt Archive

"Alright then, I'll send the document tomorrow." Herm Chaknov hung up the phone and pressed the button on the intercom that lay on top of his desk. The cheery voice of his secretary came out through the speaker,” Yes, Mr. Chaknov?"

"Allison, send a request down to records to get document P-49b an have them sent up to my office by tomorrow morning." "Yes Mr. Chaknov." Herm needed the files so he could send them to a nation that he had been discussing peace with. The nation, Demonic Monkeys, was run by a man named Wolf Melzanar. This peace treaty had some specifics that the public of both nations had gotten hold of and certain groups were angry about. There were several radical groups in Sigma Octavus, and several had already been punished for attempts on his life.

He realized that he had nothing to do, so he turned around and drew his grandfather's Katana that was always mounted behind his desk. He began to clean and sharpen the blade, making sure that it had an edge enough to cut cleanly through its target, be it wood, bone or flesh. He heard gunshots followed by screaming. The scream was cut short as another shot rang through the door. He pulled open his drawer and removed the small revolver he kept there. He ducked behind his desk and waited.

"How'd they get past security?", he questioned himself out loud. This was more than any of the other radicals had gone through. It had to be the Sigma Octavus Liberation Initiative. They were the highest funded and could afford the firepower to get up here. He heard a clicking sound as the handle of his door was turned and readied himself. He whipped up as the door opened and opened fire. He killed three assassins right as they came through the door, but missed two others, who rolled out of the room. He realized that he only had one shot left.

He saw one of the assassins he thought he killed stand up, MP-5 in his hand. Herm shot him in the forehead, and the assassin’s head whipped back. He fell, firing the weapon into a large window. The room became filled with the howl of the wind rushing into the room. Herm couldn't hear his attackers now, and new that they would take advantage of this. He saw movement to the side of his desk and swung the katana as the assassin came out. A hand holding an Ingram spiraled away, trailing a stream of crimson blood in its wake. The assassin’s eyes widened and she (as he now found out) screamed and rushed him. She tackled him, staining his shirt from the blood rushing out of her wrist. The force knocked him over and rolled him towards the window. He brought up his legs into her stomach and launched her out the shattered window.

He heard a hissing behind him as he stood up. It was the other assassin swinging his grandfathers Wakizashi at Herm. He didn't have time and took the blade full in the side. It cut deep and stuck. Herm coughed and saw blood speckle the assassin. Herm drove the katana deep into the attackers heart, killing him instantly. The man slumped down, and herm let go of the hilt. He coughed again, this time into his hand, and found it covered with blood. He could feel the room reeling and going dark. He could hear his heartbeat in the background, slowing as it pumped blood out of the hole in his side, into the puddle on the ground.

Herm heard sirens in the distance. They were too late. He
closed his eyes. When the paramedics got there, he was already dead from blood loss. Herm Chaknov, leader of Sigma Octavus, was dead.

Charles walked into a large, round office that was filled with awards and college scolarships and degrees. He turned and saw who he was looking for, Mr Melzanar,"Sir," he said as he walked towards him,"I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Wolf Melzanar looked up from his work an cocked one eyebrow,"Oh ya? Wht seems to be the problem, Charles?" He tried to lighten the mood by grinnig, but as he saw the terror in Charles eyes, it quickly faded into a frown.

"Herm is dead,"his eyes widened and he repeated,"the leader of Sigma Octavus is dead."

The room became silent as the two men looked at one another. Finally Wolf replied,"But I...just talked to him an hour ago...how?"his words seemed to fade away into the darkness of the situation,"What happened? When did it happen? Who did it?"

"It happened about an hour ago in his office. Nobody know for sure, but they discover a few dead bodies in his office and another one on the door step of the building," He paused for a moment then continued," The three in the office appeared to be accossiated with a group known as the SOLI, a liberation group in Sigma Octavus, but the other body wasn't even recognizable as a human."

"Damnit, damnit, damnit!"he slammed his fist on the desk,"We must figure out who did this and get this whole thing figured out soon. If whoever it was that killed him did it for the reason I'm thinking, I and all other naions leader involved in this peace treaty could be in a lot of danger."he looked at Charles in the eyes and continued,"Get a hold of the second in charge of Sigma and get some details, and have this building on tight lockdown until we get this solved. Go now, I'm afraid that there isn't much time..."

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< WHITE HOUSE BRIEFING ROOM, 10:58AM >

President Scott Marshall Harris III
"Any idea who it was?"

CIA Director John Clark
"Our field officers aren't giving us much. It looks like the authorities in Sigma don't even know yet. It would be hard for us to get anything into our offices without some kind of buzz on the other line."

President Scott Marshall Harris III
"Alright. Draft a release to the ambassador, grieving for the loss of their leader. And let them know that we are here to help."

(little nod to Demonic Monkeys for writing parts of the first post.)

SO News Network

"Hello, I am Kathy Parel, and today this. Our leader, Herm Chaknov, was killed by what appear to be SOLI assassins. We now go to a conference were his son, Erik Chaknov, is taking charge of the country until elections."

*The screen fades to a crowded hall filled with reporters. All around the room are black armored SOET that are obviously heavily armed and hidden in the crowd are 3 members of the Gekidoku elite.*

Erik steps up to the podium."People of Sigma Octavus and friendly nations of the world, we have suffered a great loss. My father was killed by SOLI members, a radical group of liberationists who have been on the rise lately. We have begun a sweep of the nation to eliminate all those that are members or sympathizers of SOLI. There will be taps on many phone lines and nearly all internet traffic will be monitored. This goes to any SOLI out there, if we find you, you will be killed on sight. We are accepting any national help, but not too much. We don't want armies wandering the streets. Thank you."

(Not sure if this will turn into a big RP.)

< WHITE HOUSE OVAL OFFICE, 1:48PM STCU-Encrypted Phone Conversation >

CIA Director John Clark
"All our sources are pointing the assassins to a group called SOLI. Sigma really hasn't felt the need to deal with them as of late, they've been quiet. I guess we know why they were now. On top of that, the broadcasted a press conference and they are looking for help from otehr nations. Our special forces groups are pretty good, maybe we should ask permission to insert one in there, even if it is just for logistical purposes. Our guys over at the CIA haven't gotten much training in the past couple of months, active training at least."

President Scott Marshall Harris III
"Good point. Touchy situation, we don't want SOLI guys coming in here to strike back at us for deploying special operations forces, but Sigma is a respectable member of the community and I don't like to see friends get murdered."

"Ok, get the channels open, the brother is leading over there until elections get a chance to come around, right?"

CIA Director John Clark
"Yes, Mr. President."

President Scott Marshall Harris III
"Alright. Call up our Second SpecOps division, tell them just to be on standby, not alert though. We don't want them to start packing their bags and then have Sigma reject our special forces. How likely is that, by the way?"

CIA Director John Clark
"I wouldn't know, sir. As far as our diplomats say, the nation doesn't hold any kind of grudge for anything against us. In fact, we've barely interacted with them. Of course, now is the chance to help them out and build up a diplomatic relationship."

President Scott Marshall Harris III
"Good. Well, we can do this first: Draft a release, courier type-secret, and offer Sigma a team of special operations troops. Give them the details and such. Let them know we are here to help in the public."

CIA Director John Clark
"Yes, sir. I'll keep you updated."

President Scott Marshall Harris III
"Thank you, John."

(Weren't you part of NATO at one time?)

Erik Chaknov is in his office. He is fully aware of the SOET in the corners of the room, and knows that there are many others through-out this building.

His phone rings and he picks it up. It's the Sigma Octavus Intelligence Agency director. "Sir, we have gotten a responce from the nation of Pilot. They wish to help out with SpecOp troops."

Erik thought about it for a short time. "Tell them that they are welcome to help. Inform them to put down in Sigrad International Airport and there will be a squad of SOET waiting to give them information on the situation."

"Yes sir."

(SIA is about 40 miles outside of Thresh, my capitol.)

Xexo takes pity upon SO for the events of today, and we have moved 300 Green-level military personnel to help with whatever cleanup is necessary.

Are those regular troops?

Can't necessarily post now, yet I will *Tag* and bump

I will the 1st SAR regiment to your country.

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OOC:Thanks for the recognition for the first post :wink:

IC: Wolf picked up the phone and called the general. "Keyes, I need you to withdraw some of our special forces and put them on active duty in Sigma, we have a situation." He waited for a response.

"What's the problem? Why do you need my SpecOps?" He hesitated.

"Their leader has been assassinated by a group called the SOLI, and they could begin attempts on anyone else in the peace treaty we have. I must have those SpecOps and the sooner the better. We can't allow this peace to be crushed by a bunch of damn liberists!" His voice was a alot harsher now.

"Alright. I will prepare the AN-70's we have docked and load 'em up with two squads of 10. Inform them that we will arrive at the airport in three hours, no more no less. I have to go now, sir." The phone clicked and began to hum.

"Good," Wolf touched the mike button,"Dora, call Erik and tell him we are here to help." He sat back in his chair and looked out the window,"I hope that this ends quickly..."

Erik's phone rang and he picked it up. It was a representative of DM. He listened for a while, and agreed. "Yes, you may put specops in to hunt down the SOLI. But our SpecOps take authority over yours if they ever encounter each other."

Are those regular troops?

Green-level is the lowest military grade. Black-level is the highest, but you won't get those, they're Republican Guards.

Though we never interacted personally, out of respect I shall order all flags in AMF to be lowered to half mast.

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"Alright, thanks Erik, and again I was close to your father so I will do everything in my power to avenge his death." Wolf hung up the phone and went back to work.

To Xexo: We don't need regulars. Sorry. I've got regulars out the wazoo.

To AMF: Thanks.

To DM: (Ha....you have to go to the assembly. Haha.)

An angel stood at the front room in a large mansion. A woman came behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her hair was silvery, and her eyes an ice blue. Rave turned around to face Kenja. "What has happened," Ravelyn inquired.
"The leader of Sigma Octavus has been assasinated..."
"What?" she exclaimed. She grabbed two pistols from the wall before Kenja could speak.
"Rave...I can go," she said softly.
"What?!"
"I can go...you have too much to worry about as it is...and besides...who would control Qui?"
Rave smiled and raised her eyebrow. "Good point..." She tossed the pistols to Kenja. Kenja caught them and placed them beneath her white trenchcoat. Her silvery hair fell in soft waves, and her ice blue eyes shattered what lay before her. Rave turned from her and looked out the window. Establish contact with Sigma Octavus She said telepathically to some unknown source.
Establishing....
Several seconds passed.
Connected.
Rave brushed her black hair back from her crimson eyes with her pale hands. A visual was confirmed to their nation, to verify that it was in actuallity Ms. Shentavo. Sigma Octavus, we have recently been informed that your leader has been assasinated. We request to send one into your nation for investigation. You have my personal condolence...

How often do you change leaders? Herm isn't even the one I remember :P

To Rave:Erik saw that it was in fact Rave herself. He remembered how his father had spoken of her, and knew that he could trust her."Any help will be accepted, I know that my father would gladly accept help from your nation."

To Steel Butterfly: This is the first time. I never had another leader...

Rave: Thank you. You must be his son...I am truly sorry. I will be sending a woman named Kenja. You will know her from the look in her eyes, and partly because of her upbeat demeanur. She is efficient just the same. Where is the location to meet? She asked as Kenja made her way out the door.

To DM: (Ha....you have to go to the assembly. Haha.)

OOC:Shud upa your moutha you crazy basta*d! Remember the exacto knife Sigma...Heh heh heh...

IC:"Alright men,"said Sargent Garry Simmons to his squad as they entered the transport plane,"This is only an investigation mission, but if things get dicy you know how to deal with it! Do you here me!"

Sir, yes sir! echoed throught the large cargo compartment of the AN-70. The two squads totaled only 20 but they were the some of the most traianed and deadly soldiers of DM. The plane rumbled as it took off into the night sky.

About twenty minutes passed. The pilot saw the fast approaching airfield. He keyed his mike,"This is Night Watch 57. Requesting permission to drop in and unload friendlies, do you read me? Over." He waited for a response.

To Rave: Erik looked at Rave. "Tell her to come to the capitol building in the city of Thresh.

To DM: (I'm not going with you're idea...how was the assembly?) "Roger that NightWatch, you are cleared for runway 5. Bring 'er on in."

Thank you. Ravelyn says, as she turned and the connection ended. She looked out the window, silently wishing she were able to go herself.
Kenja looked around in a vast building. It was filled with cars and vehichles of all kind. She passed by Rave's...and she knew definately not to touch those. She strolled past A silver diablo, leather interior, the works. She smiled and hopped in. She looked at the controls, and with a volt of electricity, the ignition started. She smiled, and drove out. This was not her car, but Qui's. At least she would have one over on her mentor.

Thank you. Ravelyn says, as she turned and the connection ended. She looked out the window, silently wishing she were able to go herself.
Kenja looked around in a vast building. It was filled with cars and vehichles of all kind. She passed by Rave's...and she knew definately not to touch those. She strolled past A silver diablo, leather interior, the works. She smiled and hopped in. She looked at the controls, and with a volt of electricity, the ignition started. She smiled, and drove out. This was not her car, but Qui's. At least she would have one over on her mentor.

"Copy that tower, NightWatch on run 5, over and out." He took the controls and began to ease the aircraft down.

"Alright men, I will tell you this one more time. You are all under my command, no one elses. You do what I say and only what I say. I will report to the Sigma teams and get my orders from them, got it?!" Simmons yelled.

Sir, yes sir! all 19 others yelled in unison.

"Alright then. Start packing up, we unload in 30 seconds."Simmons gathered his equipment and waited for the cargo bay to open up. 45 seconds later, the hull of the aircraft began to rumble as the huge cargo door opened up. All the troops began to march out following their Sarge, Simmons.

Simmons ordered his squad to hault and he turned to what looked like a Sigma trooper and saluted. "Sargent Simmons of The Night Hawks reporting for duty as requested."

A large man dressed in the all black uniform of the SOET looked at the Sergeant through his helmet. The HUD lit up the sergeant's weapons to the soldier, and also identified him as a DM soldier. "Very well, I am Captain Martoli, of the 2nd SOET."

(Hold on Johnny-boy, I'm thinking.)

Kenja arrived in Thresh. The car came to a hault at the curb as she stepped out. Her silvery hair was now weaved intricately down her back. Her silvery blue eyes swept in the scene over the rim of her silver sun glasses. Her long white trenchcoat covered several weapons. The capitol building stood before her. She slowely opened the door and stepped in.
As she saw others in business suits and such, she realized she was totally out of place. Indeed she was, and she received many stares...

"And in other news, Herm Chaknov, the leader of Sigma Octavius, was killed earlier today..." President Juan Rodrigues switched off the TV. "I hate when these things happen," he muttered to himself. He hit a quick-dial on his phone, and a few moments later, Foreign Minister Luis Bernel picked up the phone.

"I've take it you've heard what happened in Sigma Octavius."
"Of course. It's dreadful."
"I have an assignment for you, Luis. Go to Sigma Octavius. Morn with them. Offer to them what help they need."
"Yes, sir."

In less than an hour, Bernel's plane was in the air.

A representative walked up to Kenja. "Hello, you must be the specialist from Rave Shentavo. We have been expecting you. Follow me, Mr. Chaknov wishes to speak with you."

Several more SOET watched from their posts among the room. They're eyes were covered by their reflective faceplates, but they had seen and done more things than the civilians in the room. Interesting people were everyday occurences in the life of a soldier. The civilians had lived sheltered lives and had never seen anyone like Kenja.



(Mr. Chaknov being Erik, not Herm.)

"Hello Captain, I am Sargent Garry Simmons of the DM S.A.D Shock Troop unit 1. We were called on to offer as much help as we can." He paused a moment and looked at the Captian,"Where do you want us?"

Martoli looked at the troops. They seemed fairly well armed. "We are still searching for SOLI compounds and areas. We have narrowed it down to a region in the desert. We shall be leaving soon. Also, if you have any equipment requests, ask and we'll see what we can do."

"I am whom you speak of," she said in reply. Her long tresses twisted in the back. There indeed was no one like Kenja. She looked to the representative. "Lead the way." She followed him willingly, biting her lip slightly, her fangs slightly exposed.

(-tag- so you know I haven't forgot.)

"Thanks for the offer, but we have everything that we need at this point," Simmons said to the Captain," lets just go get these guys." He seemed a little nervous, and he didn't know why. I might have been the stories he had heard about the SOLI and the fact that he and his squad were about to take them on.