NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is the first in a long line of RPs I'm setting up that will all tie in together. If you want in on this, just TGram me why, and I'll most likely let you in. Certain persons (who know who they are) are welcome to join in regardless.

IC:

The UH-1 flew low over the South East Asian forests of Vietnam, now under Imitoran control. In an age of drop ships, space cruisers, and orbital weaponry, the Helicopter was a relic of days gone by, an older age of combat where tactics, not mass weaponry, rulled the day.

The 'whup whup whup' of the blades cutting through the air piereced the night, and the Huey went into a shallow bank. The pilot reached over, and flipped a switch, diengaging the transponder and the radio. The lights in the helicopter went from white to red.

The pilot looked back behind the open bulkhead to the 12 armed ICMC Marine sitting behind him. "We're in," he said, giving them the thumbs up. The helicopter began its descent, where five days earlier, a clearing had been made for the drop.

The huey began its final hover, and slowly dropped. When the helicopter was four feet off the ground, the Marines jumped out, landing softly on the wet grass, and formed a protective circle, covering all angles of attack. They were armed with the older M41As, as were most Special Operations units in Imitora. They watched the jungle through night vision goggles, looking for movement. When the helicopter left, the formed into an ecschlon, and moved towards the edge of the clearing.

One of the Marines spoke into is helmet mounted boom mike. "Variable, this is Echo Six One, we've pushed, in the fold, five by five, over."

There was no vocal response, just three clicks, signaling the message had been recieved, and confirmed.

One of the Marines took point and began to walk. He used hand signals to communicate, and stopped, and dropped to a knee over a sign. He looked down and read the bold print. U.S. Government Orders, No Soldiers Beyond This Point, Violation Results In Full Prosecution By A Military Court of Law. The troops had entered Cambodia.

A young woman appears on TV screens set to the proper channel. She is dressed in a tastefull blouse and skirt, and has her hair tied up behind her. She reads from a teleprompter invisible to teh viewer.

"This is just in from our South East Asia affiliate. Today, in Imitoran held Vietnam, rumors of troops movements and mobilization became real as tanks were seen in the streets, and military forces began to move. Approxamately one third of the present force, or about 1000 troops, were seen today loading into APCs and trucks for possible combat actions. It is not known where, but Gen. Ngyuen assures us that we will know soon enough."

"However, it was made known from Imitoran sources that First Speaker of hte Grand Domain Stephanie Waitkus was not privy to the information of this movement. It is not known if she aauthorized this movement or not, however, we, as many news stations, are keeping our ears open for information on the situation."

A screen behind her shows images of Imitoran M1A5s and ACGV Vipers moving through cities and into the bellies of UD-4L drop ships. Troops are seen loading up into M555s, armed with their M51As, and body armor. Movies are shown of troops running across bases towards drop ships, and fighters shooting over head, escorting ground attack aircraft and bombers.
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Five miles inside the Cambodian border

The twelve men moved quietly, observing before they stepped. Their rifles were held ready, able to spray their deadly load of 10mm caseless rounds upon any enemies they encountered. And it would be soon.

The point man, Sgt. Chris Daniels, dropped to a knee, signaling the other Marines to do so as well. He looked forward at a point in the undergrowth that seemed suspicious, and locked his eyes on it. He imitated a bird whistle, and waited the customary five seconds for a reply. The time passed, and Chris brought the rifle up.

He clicked the fire selector over to 'full', and pulled the M41A into his shoulder. The other men in the squad did the same, slowly side stepping out into a echlon. They two focused on the forest, looking for any targets. The Marines were ready to open fire on any movement made in the jungle.

A crack rang out, a shot from an old soviet made AK-47, and the Marines went into over drive. Daniels dropped back a few steps, and opened fire, sending the 10mm caseless armor piercing rounds into targets beyond is vision. The other Marines did the same, and soon, the retorting AK-47 fire died down.

Shouts could be heard in the distance, but the were fading into the jungle, and the Marines themselves dropped into a protective circle. Rifles swept the jungle, looking for more targets. There was movement, and more barks from a rifle, slamming into a body unseen by the Marines.

Chris spoke into his boom mike, speaking directly to the ICMC SOCOM Commander in the field. "Variable this is Echo Six One, we have contact. Breaking back, will continue, request back fire."

Chris's call was quickly directed through the proper channels, and he spoke again. "Doctor Three Three, Echo Six One, have granted cover, fire for effect." He added in coordinates, and minutes later, 155 Incindiary and HE shells came slamming down into the forest infront of the Marines. The heavy barrage ripped into the forest, killing anyone inside the kill zone.

"Echo Six One, Doctor Three Three, that should do it, you got us on speed dial for cover, over."

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The black Lexus moved quickly through the streets of Hanoi, weaving in and out of traffic. With the recent decleration of mobilization, it was made clear that diplomats would be safer if they left the nation. However, the car was going away from the airport, towards the newly built Govenor's Palace. The Govenor's Palace was the capitol building where the govenor ruled from.

The actign govenor was still Gen. Nguen, as back home, no one had time to get to the point of taking a vote to elect a new leader. In the car was Jimmy's brother, John, Duke of Noropia, Former President of Imitora, and all around nice guy. He was on his way to see his brother to know just what the hell was going on.

Back home, he did know that Waitkus hadn't ordered any movement or actions, and this mobilization was on Jimmy's shoulders. He wanted to know what his brother was doing.

However, the problem in a nation with a low economy was that black fast moving Lexuses stood out. And John's was no different. John was to occupied to hear the sound of the helicopter hovering overhead, and many didn't even see it as anything of notice.

There was a burst of light from the helicopter, and the car in front of the Lexus exploded in a ball of flame, seemingly jumping a good ten feet in the air.

The Lexus came to a hard stop, and slid into the hulk of the burning car, bouncing off of it, and comming to a stop. John looked out the window, holding his head, looking at the burning car, and wondeirng what the hell just happened.

Before he could collect himself, however, the sound of gunfire was heard. Rounds began bouncing off the car, and the front windows of the Lexus shattered under the impact of 7.62mm rounds from an M60. The driver's face exploded in a spray of blood and bone, and he slumped forward over the wheel.

John, confused and disoriented, opened the door of the Lexus, stumbling out, only to be nearly tackled back into the Lexus by three Imitoran Diplomatic Security Agents from the ICMC, and pinned to the back seat. Two of them stayed with him in the car, and another approached from behind, joinign with his team mate, and covering the car with their M51Ks, spraying caseless ammo at the kidnappers.

John looked out through the windshield of the car, an finally saw the old, olive drab Huey, and the ski masked covered faces of his would be hijackers. He saw somethign black, and relatively menacing looking, and called out to his protectors.

"Look out!" he shouted above the sounds of gunfire, but the shoot was drowned out by the heavy 'whup'ing noise of the Huey. Soon, .30cal rounds from the door mounted mingun ripped into the windshield, missing John by inches, but ripping into the two Marines covering him.

The two standing by the car fell to rounds from automatic AK-47s, slamming into their bodies, lifting them up, and tossing them back. Four men jumped from the helicopter, and ran to the car, grabbing John.

One man hefted John up, lifting him over his shoulder, and ran back, tossing him into the helicopter. Seconds later, the helicopter lifted off the ground. Before flying off, another RPG streaked from the open door of the Huey, slamming into the Lexus, destroying it completely.

((tag...dunno if I'll be able to post for a while yet, though - my time's pretty limited for a couple days.))

OOC: No worries. Due to the fact Im trying to get long detailed posts, it'll be a while before this gets going big. Like I said in teh TGram, James and Lizzy are gonna get contacted pretty soon, privately, of course. It may be a few days before I actually get around to turning this into an RP with other nations, cuz right now I got a few projects on my hands, including a diplomatic (did Imitora just say diplomatic..?) appraoch of getting back into the ANH, a military coup, assisitng another nation with a government overthrow, and keeping tags on an allies goings on.

It wasn't every day that anyone recieved a hand written letter from anyone of importance in Imitora. Most of the time, they were printed on the clear plastic barcoded sheets that had become os so popular in the past few days. However, this situation was different. The first letter to arrive was on diplomatic priority notice, meaning that the letter was handed directly from the writter to a courier, and from that, directly to a diplomat fast jet, and from that to another courier, directly into the hand of teh reciever.

This letter would take approxamately an hour an a half to get to Duchess Elizabeth of Noropia.

The letter was written elegantly, and sincerly, another thing lacking in the Imitoran government. It was printed in blue ink on off-white staionary, with the Imitoran seal printed on the top, and the wax seal holding the letter closed.

Duchess Elizabeth,

It is with great sorrow I must tell you that your husband, Duke John Ngyuen, Former President of Imitora, Duke of Noropia, was reported kidnapped today at approxamately 9:12 am Vietnam time, on his way to the Govenor's Palace.

It is not known his current status, however, it is believed that this is a politicaly motivated action, and therefore he his still alive.

What is known is that is convoy was ambushed by a well trained and well armed force of near twelve men. They were deployed from a helicopter into the path of his motorcade, killed his gaurds with heavy weaponry, and then proceded to grab John, and escape via teh helicopter.

I assure you that I am authorizing all posible assets needed to assure the safety of John and promise his rescue. Everythign needed to be done to promise his return is being done.

Further, I assure that the paryers of the Imitoran people are with you and John at this time. I cannot pretend to understand what you must be feeling now, but my sympathy is with you.

Sincerely,
First Speaker of the Grand Domain Stephanie Waitkus

Less than an hour later, a letter of similar wording, however including an offer for a joint force operation in the matter was dispatched to King James.
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OOC: Assuming htis is Ok with Iansisle...

IC:

In Noropia, the mansion belonging to John and Lizzy suddenly became alive with action.

There were 150 men from the ICMC stationed in Noropia, whose entire purpose was the protection of John and Lizzy. Many had become quite acustomed to the life style, and had fit in quite well. Some had married or started dating Noropian locals, and many, when off duty, had started dressing and even acting like Noropians.

Almost all had purchased housing of one form or another, and had integrated well into society. Rumors had it that many of them had infact petitioned the Imitoran Senate for dual Military citizenship, and had fought in the recent war on the side of the Ians.

However, old habbits never dye, and once the call went out that John had been kidnaped, the old ways of Noropia disapeard, and the Marines were soon in full CPA-10 body armor, M51As slung across their chests, and taking up defensive positions throughout the mannsion and surounding areas. Many moved into the woods surounding the old style house, and patrolled with dogs or on their own.

Others took up positions on the roof of the mansion, armed with man portable anti-air and anti-vehicle weapons, eyes open, looking for possible threats. Others took up positions at the front gate and door.

That evening, an Imitoran flight came in, and 35 agents from the Imitoran Department of Security's Secret Service Branch melted into the Noropian populace. Some dressed traditonaly, armed with small Glocks and WYC made M10s, while others dressed in modern suits, M51Ks slung across their chest.
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The Fifth Tactical Air Combat Unit were the first to engage targets in Cambodia. The first three days of mobilization were regarded with secrecy, and targets were not released. However, at 1:17am, the CAS Fighters from the 5th took off from their home base in Hue, and headed towards the secretive land.

For a little under an hour, the pilots were in radio secrecy, and checked GPS readouts, maps, and target profiles. The first hit would be against a radar emplacement that was linked to the early air warning system.

At 2:21am, the first strike moved in. Six AAG-65 Crows banked in towards the ground, and at 3,000 feet, began the opening of the attack run.

The lead pilot heard the tone in his headset, and began the assault.

Demon Six Six, this is Black Knight lead, target has been established, am at angels two point five, and open, go in three...two...one...

At one, he squeezed teh stick mounted triger, and an air to ground missile streaked from inside the weapon bay into a radar dish. More missiles launched from under the attack aircraft, ripping into the targets, blowing up AA guns, trucks, and radar dishes.

A Cambodian soldier managed to fire off a single shoulder mounted anti-air weapon, and it slammed into one of the twin tails of the Crow. The pilot felt the shudder, but the rugged ground attack aircraft shrugged it off.

Black Knight Lead, Black Knight Five Two, Turnin and Burnin, I'm hit and I'm headin home, out.

The rest of the attack went off with out a hitch, and more assaults continued on throughout the night. A squadron of AAC-56 Ravens took to the skies to provide air cover, although it was assumed that the Cambodians had little to no air combat capabilities.
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Meanwhile, the Third Forward Recon Force, riding in M555 APCs, pushed across the border, scouting ahead of the armored thrust, looking for any resistance. The APCs came under light fire, but the 7.62mm rounds bounced hamlessly of the tough vehicle, and in turn, gunners poured 30mm HE and SLAP rounds into targets in the forest.

When the Recon patrol had been satisfied with their information, they radioed back to the focal launch point with reports of light resistance, but as of yet, nothign enough to bring down a AGCV Viper or M1A5 Abrams III.

[OOC: I was invited to this thread via a telegram. I will still do the embeded reporters if you want.]

OOC: I was hoping you were still up for it.

IC:

Outside Phenom Penh, 1222 hours, local

Rounds from heavy artillery behind the front slammed into the jungle on the citiy's borders. Chunks of earth and forest flew into the air, tossing trees and dirt and leaves and grass skywards.

The HE rounds ripped through the sky towards the ground in an attempt to weaken the Cambodian military build up outside the capital city. The Cambodians let rip with their RPGs and AKs, but the bullets dies in the forest, with the majority of moving Marines still far outside range of the city.

The ICMC had already quickly taken the other large cities in Cambodia, and were now pushing on the capital. The battle could have been over in seconds with the use of orbital bombardment, but the ICMC command wanted to put on a show for embeded reporters, and were doing a good job of it.

In the distance, the rumble of UD-4L Dropships could be heard, and the artillery barrage was slowing up. However this time, the rounds slamming into the earth were incindeary, bursting into flame in order to clear out the jungles.

OOC: NBC, my next post will be the start of landing troops and the battle of Phnom Penh. I'll let you decide how you want to role play the embeded reporters.

Outside Phnom Penh

Rounds crashed into the side of the APCs, turned parallel to the road on the edge of the large city. Heavy mortar fire and RPGs had halted the advance of the 2nd Mobilized Assault Division, and several of the M555s were now being utilized as shields for the troops to hide behind.

Of the 50 advancing APCs, two had fallen prey to mechanical problems, and several more had been heavily damaged by the mortar and RPG fire. A small number of troops, no more than 50, had been killed by enemy fire, and a little under 100 had been wounded. 7.62mm rounds now scorched by, and the Cambodians continued their firing with hopes of costing more damage to the Marines than they were about to receive.

The APCs broadcasted on open channels, and one of the Cambodians in a command center had intercepted a radio call for back up, namely tanks from the 5th and 7th Armored Cavalry, both units in the 2nd MAD. The 5th and 7th Armored both used the new AGCV Vipers, advanced battle tanks designed for maximum lethality and survivability.

The 2nd MAD was the MAD assigned to South East Asian Operations, and had been in Vietnam for just over two months before the push into Cambodia was ordered. It consisted of three Mobile Infantry units, four Armored Cavalry units (which was a poor name, as the AC Units were simply Armor units), two fighter units, three CAS units, a platoon from the ICMC Special Operations Detachment Alpha (akin to the Green Berets), and a ICN Psyops unit. In all, it came to just under 20,000 men, evenly mixed between tank drivers, pilots, Marines, and other vehicle operators. There was also a logistical unit, which rounded of the Imitoran presence to 25,000 personnel.

Currently, the Marines under fire were from the 32nd MI, a newer unit in the ICMC. As they stayed behind the M555s, the rumble from the Vipers pushing forward could be heard. “They’re almost here!” one shouted, firing from his M51A.

OOC: NBC, your reporters are embedded with the 32nd MI and the 12th MI, so the one with the 32nd are gonna be pretty close to the fighting.
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The OD Huey moved slowly over the lush green forests of Cambodia, far from the fighting in Phnom Penh. The pilot kept his eyes opened, searching for possible threats, although he knew there were none.

He let the chopper slide into a slow bank, and then dropped to tree level. The wide clearing was enough to allow the helicopter to fly low above the small river, less than forty feet above the ground. A door gunner searched with his US made M60, a relic of wars gone by to John, who sat, gagged with duct tape, on a fold down seat in the Huey.

John had been in space on many occasions, had driven fancy cars, had been on daring assaults, and now lived in a nation that could best be explained as post WWII England. So why should he be surprised he was now flying over Cambodia, in a Vietnam era helicopter, surrounded by men with Vietnam era weapons.

He all but chuckled at the irony, and watched the green forest slide below the helicopter. He looked around at his kidnappers, all Asian men, mid 30s, medium build, and armed.

One reached forward, and ripped the duct tape away from his mouth. Are you John Ngyuen one of them asked in Vietnamese.

Who wants to know? John retorted in his native language. The result was the but of an old M16 slamming into his face, knocking him out cold.

bump

“Your Grace?” Elizabeth looked up sharply at the strained note in her head butler’s voice. She had been helping Ashley read a children’s book (The ABCs of the Empire: “G is for Gallaga, which is the source of Iansisle’s greatness!”). They were sitting not in the ancient Ducal Palace in downtown Chateau, official seat of the Duke and Duchess of Chateau, but rather in the drawing room of more remote and modern Klapston Manor, far in the foothills south of the city.

“Yes, Benton? Is something wrong?”

“There’s a courier here. He’s an official letter - from the Imitoran government.”

Elizabeth’s heart went cold. She had heard of the troubles a previous administration had made for James and Christin; could the same thing be happening to her?

“S-show him in,” she said quietly, setting Ashley down on the seat next to her. Elizabeth checked her dress quickly, then walked into the parlor, where the courier and his message sat.

The formality of the message was reassuring; perhaps it was simply another invitation to some state function. After all, Noropia wasn’t John’s first stint as the head of a government! The words, however, were like a dagger through her heart.

Elizabeth didn’t even notice the sudden flurry of activity about the house; she had collapsed into the nearest easy chair, and there wasn’t a thing Benton could say to stem her flow of tears. Eventually, he simply took Ashley upstairs and put her to bed (though not without a fight; the flurry of activity around Klapston Manor had peaked her keen young mind).

Six hundred miles away, in the dreary patter of another rain squall on the southern Shield, the words weighed equally heavily on the heart of the Empire’s High King. Now visibly older than the young boy who had ascended to his father’s throne, James III shook his head sadly.

“It never rains but it pours.”

“I’d disagree,” said Christin conversationally, looking up at him from her book. “Take now, for instance - it’s raining, but clearly not...not...” There was something in James’ expression that stopped her cold. “Is something wrong?”

“John. He’s been .. kidnapped.”

“Oh no!” Christin clasped a hand to her mouth. She’d not really know the Duke of Chateau personally, but everyone in Imitora know of John Ngyuen. “Poor Elizabeth! Did they say what happened?”

“Yes - it sounds quite organized. They snatched him from a motorcade.”

“How terrible!” Every day she spent on the Shield, even isolated in as remote a place as Dun Adien, Christin’s mannerisms became less Imitoran and more Iansislean. “Is there a rescue operation on?”

James smiled. “They propose a joint one, Iansisle-Imitora. I’ll accept, of course. If there is one positive thing to say about Imitorans, they do know how to kick ass.”

“Indeed?” asked Christin with a smile, standing and walking over to James’ couch. “And am I the perfect example or the exception that proves the rule?”

“Depends,” replied James as she sat down next to him, “upon whether I left the toilet seat down or not.”

“You’re being absolutely insensitive of poor Elizabeth’s feelings.” The sudden topic shift caused an eyebrow to arch on James’ face.

“I suppose I ought to give her a call; I can only imagine how hard she’s taking this.” James reached for the telephone.

Phonm Penh

"Romeo One One, this is Juliet Two Six, repeat Juliet Two Six, over"
"Juliet Two Six, this is Romeo One One, what is your status, repeat what is your status, its kinda bogged down out here"

Seconds later, there was a loud 'hiss', and the side wall of a building erupted in a cloud of dust and smoke, with chunks of concrete flying through the air, landing on the street harmlessly. Juliet, the call sign for the AGCVs from the 7th and 5th, were now in range with there 90mm gauss powered cannons, and were firing into the buildings from where the Cambodian resistance was hiding.

"Romeo One One, Juliet Two Six. Don't worry, the cavalry has arrived. Repeat, the cavalry has arrived. Over."

APFSDS rounds were launched into buildings from the tanks 90mm gauss cannon, and the under mounted 135mm ETC cannon slung HEAT rounds and lightly armored trucks moving towards the Marines. The M555 APCs slid back, creating an opening, and five of the tanks moved through, forming a defensive perimeter. The action was repeated, and now 39 tanks, one had been damaged by an AT rocket to the treads, surounded the city.

The tanks .50cal machine guns and .30cal Miniguns ripped into soft targets, the rounds screaming through the air. With the outer resistance cleared, the Marines began moving into buildings. One was selected as a starting point, and five 42 man platoons were selected to move through the city after a brief rest.

OOC: I'm holding the battle here so NBC can get in a post or two...
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Unknown Location in Cambodian Jungle

John's eyes slowly opened. He was no longer in the helicopter, but now in a hut or house of some sort. He looked around, noticing he was alone. He heard voices in teh other room, obviously his assailants. He strained to hear them, but it wouldn't help. They were speaking a language he couldn't understand.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and teh man who had hit him earlier entered. His rifle was still in his hands, but there was no magazine in the catch. He slapped John across his face once, and spoke loudly in Vietnamese.

What is your name!

John replied in his native language, for reasons unknown to him.

John Ngyuen. Who wants to know?

It is not your concern who we are. You are the former President of Imitora, no?

One in the same. Listen, is this about those tax cuts I didn't pass? I mean, if it is, it owuld have been easier to lodge a formal complaint than to go through all this trouble...

He was met by another slap. His interagator didn't appriciate the last comment. He spoke again, but this time in broken, yet clear, english.

"You are supporter of the Imitoran Forces. They push us from homes, into streets. They take our land from us. They attack our forces with no cause. They impearialists, like America. We will fight them back untill they leave. We have our means. Your forces in Campuchia (sorry if I misspelled that) will not leave alive."

Before John could reply, the man stormed out of the small room, and slammed the door shut, bathing the room in darkness. John sighed, and leaned back in his chair.

OOC: Iansisle, I'm gonna assume you already sent a confirmation to the Imitoran gov't on teh joint operation, I'll deal with that next post, but I gotta get to class.

OOC: Bump before the next post, Iansisle, how do you wanna handle the joint op thing? Oh and Lark, if you see this, your welcome to get in the rescue as well.

OOC: heh heh, dude, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

OOC: Bad ass...

IC:

A third courier arrived at the William's Estate riding a black Yamaha motorcycle. He jumped off the bike, and ran to the two security gaurds standing out front. He held out the letter to the gaurds, and, inbetween breaths, spoke quickly. "A letter for the lord of the mannor," he said.

(Assuming this is cool with Lark...)

One of the gaurds nodded, and took the letter, taking it inside. He handed it to the proper person, then left. When he had returned outside, the messenger was gone.

The letter in this case contained two parts. The first was simply a notice that John had been kidnapped, and that a joint operation had been accepted by King James. However, a second part, typed on stationary identifying it as comming from the ICIA, was the more important part. An identical letter arrived on the desk of Javin Katana


TO: Ambasador Jeffery Williams, President Javin Katana (Hope thats right)
FROM: Executive Director of Operations and Intelligence Ryan Greere
RE: The Cambodian Situation

As you may have become aware of, former President John Ngyuen, now Duke of Noropia, was recently kidnapped by unknown rebel forces while visiting Imitoran held Vietnam. His motorcade was attacked by a well organized, well armed assault force, and he was taken, presumably alive.

There have been no contacts made by the kidnappers, however, we have determined that the kidnapping was politically motivated, and that President Ngyuen is still alive. It has been determined that a military operation may be a vaible option in the returning of President Ngyuen. A joint operation with the Ians has been authorized and confirmed.

However, it has also been made of note that Larkinian forces have worked in conjucntion with Imitoran forces, and that previous operations have been succsfull. Therefore, it has been deemed that Larkinian forces will be a positive force addition. Upon confirmation of your willingness to participate in a joint rescue operation, further notice will be sent on the matter. Respectfully

Adm. Ryan Greere

(close enough, Takeo's the president and Javin's his Spec.Force Younger brother, you can just say he passed on the letter to Javin, cause I was gonna send him along)

Jeff and Katherine read the letter quickly and set Jeff down on his desk. He quickly punched up the number to Shadoran Airfield.

"Yes, this is Ambassador Williams, I'd like the Diplomatic Jet fueled up and... *click*" Jeff started as Katherine clicked the receiver.

"Oh no you don't Jeffrey Williams." she said.

"I'm not going to let whoever it was take John get away with it."

"You are going to let the professionals do their job! Besides, what would happen if you went and got captured as well? You'd have made things twice as difficult! I don't need to remind you what happened in Gallaga do I?"

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Golden Agate Int'l Military Airfield

Javin Katana and Nick Parker were waiting for the rest of their team to arrive and rehashing old times.

"Yeah," Javin said, "So how did you get all that crap put into you anyway?"

"It's part of the new cybernetics program," Parker said. "Right after we finished getting chopped up, I had to rush to a call involving stopping a duel between the Larkinian Ambassador to the ANH and the Iansislian Ambassador. I don't supposed you'd remember hearing about that..." he finished with a grin.

"I.. er.. umm.. right." Javin said.

"...I had to rush to a call involving stopping a duel between the Larkinian Ambassador to the ANH and the Iansislian Ambassador. I don't supposed you'd remember hearing about that..." he finished with a grin.

((ooc: ZING!))

(Poor Javin can't catch a break ;) )

Golden Agate I'ntl Military Airfield

A load roar could be heard, although it had no origin point, and nothing was really visible that could make the noise. However, it was appearent that something was there, from teh dust on the ground kicking up, and the heavy wind.

In front of Katana and Parker, a smallish drop ship seemed to 'appear' out of thin air, painted black. It set down, and a side door opened, and a man wearing jungle fatigues jogged out. He saluted Javin and Parker, and spoke over the sound of the engines. "Col. Mike Santos, ICMC 33rd Diplomatic Security Corp. I assume your working with us on this one?"

The 33rd wasn't exactly a seecurity unit, persay, but a Special Operations unit tasked with the protection of Imitorans in foreign lands, and foreign diplomats in Imitora. They used no Imitoran made weapons, and wore no insignia that could identify them as Imitoran.

"If you'll follow me, we have to make a stop in Iansisle before heading out to Vietnam. Will brief you on the way there!"

As they stepped onto the dropships, they could see a small force, 24 men, to be exact, wearing woodland fatigues, faces painted black or green, with M4s and MP10s slung across their chests and wearing Special Forces style LBVs. One of them nodded to Katana and Parker, then went back to cleaning his rifle.

Another man, wearing a pair of kahkis and a black polo shirt and a 'Fox News' baseball hat, stood, and extended his hand. "Sean Ryan, ICIA. I'm supposed to make sure this thing is quiet," he said, removing a pair of reflective aviators.

Another man, wearing a pair of kahkis and a black polo shirt and a 'Fox News' baseball hat, stood, and extended his hand. "Sean Ryan, ICIA. I'm supposed to make sure this thing is quiet," he said, removing a pair of reflective aviators.

"Keep what thing quiet?" Javin asked.

"You were never here, we were never there, and this never happened, right?" Parker added. "Let's get a move on."

"Exactly."

The drop ship lifted from teh ground, and there was a slight rumble as it slowly started pushing forward. Within seconds, it was shooting over the ocean towards Iansisle. Ryan flipped through a file folder over the possible targets. He looked up at Javin.

"So are we picking up your boy," he looked back down at the folder, "Williams?"

OOC: I guess NBC isn't gonna post, so...

IC:

Phonm Penh

One of the several platoons sent out to patrol slowly moved across a street. The 42 men covered either side of the street, looking for targets. In the distance, they could hear the cracks of AK-47s and M51As. Elsewhere in the city, Marines battled it out with Cambodian resistance troops.

The platoon lieutenant was the first to go. He was watching the oppostie roof when a round stretched out from a window, and slammed into the back of his skull. He dropped in a near slow motion like quality. The Marines in the street quickly dropped back, pressing against the wall, waiting for another shot to track the window where the enemy was firing from.

They watched, and waited, but the air was still quiet. Then, all of the sudden, rounds streaked from a machine gun into one wall, tearing into the troops. They dropped, blood and guts spilling from their shreaded stomachs.

The other Marines opened fire, sending their caseless 7.62mm rounds into the side of the building with hopes of ripping into Cambodian flesh. Several pumped grenades from the underslung 20mm grenade launchers, sending bits of mortar and concrete out the window.

"Cease fire!" someone shouted, and the Marines slowly complied. They watched the window, waiting for more rounds to lance out. However, none did. "I think we got 'em," the Marine said. He stepped out into the street, followed by the other Marines.

Again, more rounds pierced the air, tearing into the Marines. The bullets pierced the CPA-10 body armor, and the Marines fell to the wall of lead. One of the Marines managed to get out a distress before a bullet pierced his face, dropping him to his knees.

Javin and Parker looked at each other at the question.

"The ambassador?" Javin asked. "He's not really a special forces type. But I guess if you have him on your list, then I guess so."

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Jeff and Katherine were finishing up their talk, "Kattie, I have to go after John. He'd do the same thing for me."

"But the last time you went out on one of these adventures, you remember. You still have that bullet lodged between your spine and your heart," she said, "I can't talk you out of this can I?"

"Not really."

"I understand, both why you want to go, and why you have to go," she said. "The children and I are going to Dun Adien and see if Elizabeth is there, she could use some support I'm sure."

OOC: Sorry, but Jeffy doesn't get a chance here...with the weapons the Cambodians have...well...I dont think there are really enough cybernetic implants in the world to bring him back...

IC:

The dropship slowed as it entered the airspace over the Imitoran controled airbase in Cambodia, landing softly on the tarmac. The airfield was alive with activity as Colonial Marines moved about, equiping themselves and loading up into M555 APCs.

With the sudden hold up of movement and the loss of two full platoons of 42 men in Phonm Penh meant that an airborne mobil unit was being sent in to re-enforce the ICMC units held up.

"Sorry for all the noise, we ran into some resistance that we weren't expecting. Nothing major though. It'll all be cleared up by morning," Ryan explained, not sounding totally un-appologetic. He lead them to a large empty hanger, big enough to hold maybe a full wing of fighters, or several of the large UD-4Ls.

Stacks of playwood were lined up agianst one wall, and several tables, beds, and TVs, were set up around the hanger. An impromptu shooting range had been set up, and several file folders also lied around, holding information on the situation.

When the Marines had settled in, letting their gear off near the beds, they approached a table where several large stacks of legal looking documents were sitting, and a stack of pens in a cup sat next to them. Ryan began speaking. "Uh, if you'll all go ahead and sign one of these," he said, holding up one of the documents, "we can get on with it."

One of the Marines looked up. "Whats this? Standard life insuarnce policy? If you f*ck up, the government gets all your earthly posestions, and inturn next of kin gets a nifty folded flag and a hug?"

"Basically, that and the clause including an ICIA Black Cell attack on you if you talk about this operation," Ryan replied, offer a half smile.

"Oh, ok, just making sure," the same Marine replied, and went about gingerly signing his name.

When the joking had been set aside and the papers signed, the Marines, as well as Javin and Parker, were offered seats infront of a projection screen. Ryan started talking again.

"Our problem at the moment is that we have no idea in hell what is going on. There are several terrorist units that could have been part of this, none of yet claimed responsibility. We dont know what the enemy is operating with, except that they are well organized and armed. And we dont know where they are. We are waiting for someone to make demands and where we are gonna work from there."

He paused, and looked around at the Marines. "Right now, I need to know how many of you have worked with one of the Recon groups with the 17th AC." None of the Marines rasied their hands. All had been pretty much pulled from the Ground Operations Unit of the 175th or the 17th Ariborne Cavalry's Urban Operations Unit.

Sean looked at Javin and Parker. "What about you? Either of you do intell work?"

(OOC: Whew. to be honest, I was trying to think of a way to get him involved, and not coming up with it. He's not a special forces type, so even with the cybernetics, he'd still probably get in the way. will post more soon, gotta finish my bottle of Irish Whiskey for St. Paddy's Day.)

OOC: Yeah, I mean...unless Jeff can survive an anti tank rocket to the chest...and Irish Whiskey...good man.

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Helicopters buzz through the air. The embedded reporters have arrived with another unit.

[OOC: I'll post better quality posts later. This is just to say that I'm involved.]

OOC: Check your Tgrams, and Gotcha...just one thing...I dont use helicopters (not yet at least, I might go back to them soon...) I use dropships.

ooc: Never quite sure how to start these, so I will hold off on the IC posts for a bit. If someone *coughIansislecough* would like our help they would be wise to contact us, through the usual methods.

Over the rather humid jungles of Cambodia, several MV-22I Hawks slid effortlessly through the air, checking for pontential holding places for Ngyuen. The heavily modified Ospreys used FLIR and DLIR, as well as more sophisticated 'People Finders' mounted unerneath the wings of the aircraft.

However, after several hours of searching, the Hawks had found nothing, and low on fuel, had begun a lazy return to the Forward Command Center, where the 7th Infantry was begining a mobilization.

Phonm Penh had been held well by teh Cambodian resistance forces, and the light assault units were having trouble puhing into the city. Therefore, the 7th Infantry had been mobilized and deployed witht he hopes of breaking the will of the resistance until the city was under Imitoran control.

The lightly modified HH-60Is and HH-47Is were spooling up, and for over an hour, AH-6I Attack Birds had been flying dorties over the city, blasting away at enemy stron points with both .30cal miniguns and .50cal machine guns, as well as 7in rockets.

Phnom Penh

From the office building on the outskirts of the city, the first flight of incoming helicopters and Ospreys could be seen flying in, loaded down with Marines from the 7th Infantry. Over 2,000 troops would be attacking the small rebel force, enough to unseat anyone. Fear could be smelled in the air as the Ospreys leading the way slowed, and their rotors began to tilt upward.

An RPG streaked out from one of the buildings, but the warhead was a dud, and it bounced off the side of a Blackhawk after leaving a good sized dent. A pair of MH(A)-6I Little Birds streaked forward from the group, and opened fire with their .50cal machine guns and .30cal mini guns, spraying the side of the building with ammunition. Another RPG slid out, missing one of the helicopters narrowly, and the pilot returned the favor with a pair of 6inch rockets through the window where the rocket had originated from.

The Marines on the ground cheered at the explosion, and soon found themselves firing into open windows to keep the heads of the resistance down. Two tanks, M1A5s, began to move, and would provide sniper cover for the Marines of the 7th, who were ready to move into the city. The first of the Ospreys began to land.

Somewhere in Vietnam

The men in the small cabin looked worried. Early that day, several MV-22Is over flew their little woodland hut, and circled several times. They were sure that the pilots had saw nothing, but couldn’t be to sure. They stood in a circle, surrounding a small table, planning movements.

In the other room, John Ngyuen sat quietly. He didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention after his last beating. He was rather bruised (OOC: Rather Bruised? WTF, Am I English now?), and sore. Between fists, rifle buts, and boots, he was afraid that if he wasn’t shot, hemorrhaging would take him out. He needed to desperately escape.

However, overhead, more than 100 miles up, an Umbrella made KVC-1122B picked up the heat signals from the cabin. The location was noted, graphed, and a picture taken by a high powered FLIR camera. The data would be sent to ICMC SEACOM in 24 hours with the next data transmit. The satellite’s advanced AI system had decided that the signals should not have been where they were, and that the images would be helpful. The KVC-1122B continued on, searching for images that may prove useful.

ICMC Staging Area, Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

One of the Marines, Pvt. Chris Chavez, cleaned his rifle. The American made M4 was a simpler, less technological weapon than its Imitoran counterpart, the M45, but it still got the job done, and kept Imitora away from being implicated in any actions taken by the 33rd Diplomatic Reserve.

Chavez was a veteran of the 22nd SOU, one of the covert Special Operations Units. He had seen little war like combat, but was heavily experienced in the realm of Black Ops. As he cleaned the M4, he went over the data he had in his head. He sighed in boredom, and looked around the hanger for something to do.

OOC2: Lark, next post will deal more with your guys and my guys getting ready to look for John.

Ryan was none to pleased witht he situation. He was just informed that anotehr person was comming in to help him take out the bad guys, but it wasn't a Marine or a Black Cell operative. It was someone from the INSA. He hated the INSA.

He was sitting in a lawn chair, looking over satalite phots that showed absolutely nothign, when he saw the black MV-22I(G) flying in. He sighed, and stood, walking out towards the landing field.

The INSA version of the Hawk landed, and shut down, and the side door opened. A man stepped off, looking around, dressed in US style fatigues and carrying a duffle bag. He wore no identification what so ever. Ryan approached. "Sean R..."

"Yan, ICIA field operations, non active. I know." The man strode past Ryan, not even extending his hand to shake Ryan's outstretched arm. He walked into the hanger, ignoring the stares of the other Marines, and sat at a cot. He dropped his bag, and pulled out a tactical vest and a holster. He slid the vest on, making sure the zipper and strapps were locked tight, and began loading it with magazines and a few grenades. He then cliped the holster onto his thigh, and slid a pistol into it. He walked back over to Ryan.

"So, what are we working with?"

"I got three teams of ten, all 33rd, plus two Larkinians. If you want to talk to Col. Santos..."

"Naw, I think I can handle this on my own. I wanna talk to the Larkinians, and I need a full roster list of operatives you got with you. Full details. K?"

Ryna just nodded, and pointed in the direction of the Larkinians. "You gotta name?"

"Hoot."