NationStates Jolt Archive

The meeting was being held in the Assi navy base..a strange location for this type of meeting but it was one of the very few locations that would be totally safe from the prying eyes of Inquisition or the ministry
Admiral Mary Albert had worked for months to organise everything, it hadn't been easy but through her loyal officers and trusted confidants within varying other branches of the armed forces she had finally managed to rally this people in the same room...she had finally brought together the dissident military minds behind the ‘patriotic officers of ‘Iesus Christi'

Many of the gathered officers had worked for years in their own ways to hinder what they considered the growing tyranny of the ministry and the old warhorses from Matthew Seniors era...now in recent times they had formed this organisation but never before had any of them meet directly...it just wasn't safe...
But matters called for it now...Mary looked over the gathered faces...
"I hope you all are enjoying the weather...best in the region"
The men struggled a laugh as the rain poured down outside and Mary pressed on....
"I know this was a risk..a big risk but we need this meeting...we need to do something as a united front, the world has turned its back on us here while we have suffered, and now even the church falls silent to the expanding horrors of the government as it attacks the faith of our people...it is time we act...it seems no one will save us but ourselves.."

islamist/government tag

Just a *tag*.

tag until I know what the hell Matty is up to now.

Fleet lieutenant Bernard Hall, aid to Admiral Albert , knew straight away something was about to go wrong....very wrong...
The man who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere asked him a question in a voice that didnt even seem interested in the answer..
"gotta light..."
"sure..right..."
Before Bernard could even try for his revolver another figure came up behind him and cracked him over the head with something very heavy and hard..
Within seconds of Bernard hitting the ground a {i]ministry[/i] unmarked van was alongside and the two men dragged him inside without another word..

Bernard found himself stripped down in a dark cell that smelt of blood and urine...over him lurched a man wearing grubby medical fatigues with Ministry of social order insignia...Bernard pulled at his bindings vainly..
"now now...why struggle....you'll feel so much better once I'm finished..."

"Dammit you little button pushing....."
Admiral Albert breathed in slowly, counted to 10 and adjusted her uniform..The tight fitting navy officers uniforms hadnt really been made with a women of decent size in mind.
"you have one of my officers...I want him back.."
The Desk officer of the ministry of social order, flashed a smile
"sir. I'm sorry but i have no idea what you are talking about..."
"Rubbish! He was seen being dragged into a ministry bloody unmarked van!"
"if it was unmarked how can you be so sure it was one of ours?"
"because who bloody else drives around in those reinforced white vans!"
"Sir...I'm certain i dont know what you're talking about..."

Bernard could hear the cries from along the corridor.
"I recant! I recant"
He shuddered. Thankfully his own treatment so far had been mostly good old fastioned drugging up and beatings....but he was sure the real work would start once the drugs started taking effect...

"really My Lord Admiral....We have no idea what you are talking about.."
Now a major was assuring the admiral but her blood was 'up'.
"like bugger you have no idea...just like you have no idea abut Paddys Iesus's continued detention! Ministry of social control more like..."
She knew she had gone too far.....Even Admirals cant roam around screaming things like that...
The majors face was a cross between stunned shock and anger
" everyone knows Patrick Iesus is in continued hospital care due to metahuman assasins....now..I believe you should either lodge a formal request or leave.."
"indeed..indeed..."

Inquisitor John read the news reports with mounting scepticism....
Patrick Iesus sends warm regards to the men and women who keep Iesus Christi running....he is so proud that everyone has done their duty since he has fallen ill and become unable to carry out his duties due to metahuman scum....
Every few months a report like this filtered into the news....John knew it was something about keeping up appearances....he was most likely actually dead...still...who knew...Paddy still had alot of friends...and the name Iesus held power....perhaps the Ministry had left him alive...
John ceased thinking about his former CO and friend when he recieved the morning duty report...
...Assigned to investigation operations for Project Cosmos:North Star....

Project Cosmos
report for iesus christi government.
compiled by islamic government of North Star.

*Racial breakdown*
98.9 % Human
1.1 % Gjinn[metahuman]

*Religion*
98.8 % Muslim
0.3% Roman Catholic
0.2 % Prodestant faiths.
0.7 % Native beliefs[Gjinn.Sheka]

o.o.c: I needed to put this infor somewhere and i think you would want it here too? ? ?

*watching tag*

Bridgette wasnt happy...
"Who made this? WHO!"
The officers of the Ministry sat in silence...
"Find them..kill them all......cruficy them!"
General Robard picked up the Leaflet as Bridgette stormed from the room.

Men and women of Iesus Christi...
We grew up in a state in which all free expression of opinion is unscrupulously suppressed......The Iesus Youth, the Inquisiton, the Ministry have tried to drug us, to revolutionize us,to remove Christ from our hearts.
We have become Godless, impudent, and conscienceless exploiters and executioners....blind, stupid hangers-on of the Bridgette Iesus .
Soldiers at the front are regimented like schoolboys by Thugs....Christ is being crucified afresh in North Star even now as our armies carry out actions that would shock the nation... actions our brave Fuhrer knows almost nothing of!
Christians! defy the government! Obey Christ not man!
Free the Prisoners! End the War in North Star!...

"how many of these did she say appeared in St Augustine last night...10,000?....someones being busy...and is well informed.."

OOC: I hope this is fine for me to post. I will Follow North star's example and you can place me where you want me and i'll run from there.

IC:

To the government of Iesus Christi
informing them of Sonorus Capita

*Racial breakdown*
99.9 % Human
.1 % Sehan [metahuman]

*Religion*
97 % Protestant faiths
2% Roman Catholic
1.7% Islam
0.3 % Native beliefs[Sehani animism]

OOC: would that broadcast be known to the world? As in, is there a chance that Thelasi Military Intel might get a hold of the leaflets?b

The radio transmission started at 7pm...it lasted only 3 minutes in a attempt to avoid detection of signal source by government forces...the broadcasters didnt know how many people would be listening to the frequency but it was a start...

Greetings Citizen...this is radio Pax Christi...returning freedom to the airwaves of Iesus Christi....
Citizens beware....the government is lying...


OOC: would that broadcast be known to the world? As in, is there a chance that Thelasi Military Intel might get a hold of the leaflets?b
OOC: hmmm within reason..or atleast aware due to the new radio broadcasts.

iesus must not let the godless grow in power.
a hardline is needed to defeat the beasts of satan - remember how you helped us, we will help you!

~Mullar Vikram. On behalf of the council of faith.

o.o.c: not sure what we'd be aware of, but call this a personal reply to a rumor.

"My Brothers and Sisters in Christ...
Metahumans, too, are beings created by God ...and a crime of massive dimension has been perpetrated against them! A program of genocide carried out throughout the entire Reich...May God grant that this program has not yet fully achieved its aim as yet!
Why do Christian people behave so apathetically in the face of all these abominable crimes...crimes so unworthy of the human race? Hardly anyone thinks about that. It is accepted as fact and put out of mind.
The Iesus people slumber on in their dull, stupid sleep and encourage these fascist criminals...they give them the opportunity to carry on their crimes...the Iesus people are brutalized in their simplest human feelings, no chord within them cries out at the sight of such deeds, we are sunking into a fatal consciencelessness from which we may never awake!
It is the holiest duty of every Christian to resist this evil...
resist!
End the Genocide in North Star!
Resist the blood and honour laws!
Freedom Now!"

The Ministry listened carefully to the broadcast..hoping to gain insight into the group behind it, while techheads tried to locate the signal ..
but the once every day 5 minute broadcast was hard to track down....for now..

OOC: This was RP'ed by me and Iesus on IRC, and edited by me. OOC knowledge only - no Reich government - or any government besides Menelmacar's, for that matter - would know of this, period. :P Enjoy!

IC:

Encaitar Vérion, MISSION Agent-Commander, glanced out the window of his hotel room in Port Bigtopia. From here he could see the submarine docked at the pier of the shabby harbor of this port city, the largest of many vast sprawls of urban wasteland in this third-world cesspool of a nation. Still, it was a neutral nation with oil reserves, and that meant the military ships of untold numbers of countries docked here to refuel on a fairly regular basis. One such ship was the submarine he was gazing at now. The ICS Regina Caeli, Iesus Christian flagged, Francis-class fast attack submarine, Captain Craig Romano commanding. Vérion's government had received a coded communiqué from Romano, and it was Vérion's task now to make life easier for Romano's... organization. He slipped out of his hotel room, and after ensuring he was not being watched or followed, made his way down to the docks.

The Captain came ashore in his regular uniform. His excuse was simply that he wished to 'inspect the decadence of the city to insure the saftey of his crew'. His senior officers knew his real mission, and made sure all crewmen were accounted for... the risk of the captain being followed by a Ministry agent was ever present in everyone's minds. Leaving the dock and his shore parties with their logistics tasks, the captain made his way to a restaurant known among sailors for its dubious atmosphere. He took all possible precautions, and arrived there with some confidence that he hadn't been followed by any of the crew.

Vérion arrived a few minutes after Romano did... he glanced up at the sign... the "Drunken Whore", the restaurant was apparently called. Lovely. Vérion entered, thanking his training for giving him the ability to hide his distaste for his surroundings, and he took a seat facing the door, with his back to the wall, and ordered simply a coffee. He didn't particularly want to risk sampling the food. Eventually it was brought by the exceedingly rude waitress, and Vérion sat sipping at it (awful!) and kept his eye on both the entrance and on Captain Romano, who'd sat at the other end of the room.

Romano didn't see what sailors could see in a place like this. So... seedy. He ordered the 'special of the day'... and it turned out to taste worse than shipboard rations. He poked at his food and made notes on his notepad: Food not fitting for soldiers of Christ. But at least the waitress was nicer than the ones in HARU. With some nerves the Captain looked around the room.

He probably wouldn't have noticed the elf, at least not at first glance. Vérion was dressed for the locale, and his ears were obscured by a grungy baseball cap and deliberately messed-up hair.

With growing nerves the Captain kept looking over the room. Undercover work wasn't what he had been trained for... he supressed the thought that this was all some Ministry setup.

Vérion glanced around the room, and sipped the last of his coffee. He signalled the waitress over and ordered another, even though drinking the stuff was like sipping motor oil. He watched Romano, waiting for the chance to make his move.

Remembering the plan after a moment's panic, the captain quickly got up and walked to the toilet. Once in the bathroom he washed his face, trying to calm himself down... He'd prefer open combat to this kind of excercise.

Vérion smiled... Finally. He waited a good 45 seconds or so, before rising from his seat and walking to the bathroom. He pushed the door open and slipped inside... the entire place reeked. What a horrible place for a meeting. But it was quiet, anyway, and private. He made sure nobody else was there, then locked the door behind him. He went to the sink next to Romano, turning the tap on full-blast to throw off any bugs, in the unlikely event they were present. "Hail and well met. Captain Romano, I presume?"

"Indeed," Romano replied, looking relieved. "I assume you are my contact? Either that or I'm in a lot of trouble." He smiled.

"That I am," the elf replied. "My name doesn't matter. You'll be pleased, I'm sure, to know that the Lady wishes your cause well."

"Oh yes," he answered. "It's always good to know someone wishes us well." Romano winked. "So how do we go about this? I'm afraid espionage isn't usually a strength of mine."

"How we go about this," Encaitar replied, "is surprisingly simple. MISSION has been authorized to start making... 'donations' to your cause, to numbered accounts in various banks in neutral nations. You'll receive any necessary information via this." He opened his bag, and withdrew a device about the size of a laptop computer. You brought a briefcase or something, right?"

"Yes, it should fit into my case," Romano answered, and motioned towards the leather case on the floor. Taking the device he shoved it into his case without inspection. Now wasn't the time for paranoia.

Vérion nodded. "Good. That little item is a quantum-entanglement communications device, keyed to transmit to and receive from a Menelmacari satellite. All very secure. It's a 'black box', meaning it's tamperproofed, so don't try to open it or it'll never work again. A necessary precaution. I'd train you to use it, but I doubt we have time." He pulled a booklet from his bag as well, handing it to Romano. "It's very simple to use, this booklet has all the instructions and the login passwords. Memorize them and burn it. All we ask in return is whatever intelligence information you can provide, regular status reports on your progress, and the promise of friendship when you succeed."

"Your offer seems fair... God willing, we will win..."

"God willing, then," Vérion grinned. There were enough similarities between i Voronë and Catholicism that he could say this very sincerely. He shook the captain's hand with a warm smile.

"It's been a pleasure," Romano answered. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but I'm sure we should get moving."

"Indeed," replied the spy. "Wait three minutes before you leave the bathroom. Best of luck to you all." With that, Vérion turned and left.

OOC: This was RP'ed by me and Iesus on IRC, and edited by me. OOC knowledge only - no Reich government - or any government besides Menelmacar's, for that matter - would know of this, period. :P Enjoy!

o.o.c: Woot! O.O!
fiendish gjinn helping honorless dogs- if we find out - blood will flow[rebel blood!]

~N.s player

Within the Thelasi Military Intelligence agency messages streamed in and out. It didn’t really matter from whom, all that mattered was that the message got to TMI, and the information was then sent to the higher-ups. Unusually, this was what TMI was supposed to do… some times information had to be acted upon quickly, this was one of those times.

The messages from Iesus Christi had gotten a ‘black’ level stamp, meaning that they would go directly to the Director of TMI, and they would then go directly to Ithenril. But that didn’t mean that the director couldn’t act upon the messages. With an Imperial order he could act without consulting the Emperor, now, the issue was if he screwed up, it would be his head, but if all went well, the Emperor might even commend him.

This situation required careful thought, if the director over played his hand, he could end up with a massive international incident, yet if he didn’t take advantage, he could end up missing a golden opportunity.

He turned on his holo-display and brought up a list of supplies he could send to the freedom fighters in case of a civil war. The one thing that stood out was the AMPW-2 system. A new system to the Thelasi military designed to be given to rebel and insurgency groups.

The AMPW-2 was designed with a high-yield plasma shaped charge warhead, designed to literally melt through the armor on most tanks, tread or grav-tank. The weapon system itself was simply, a tube, with sighs and a computer unit affixed to the top. Said computer could be set, by turning a series of dials, to cause the missile to perform an action, whether it be “Go forward ‘x’ feet and then turn ‘y’ degrees” or “Go forward ‘x’ degrees then turn up to detonate against the bottom of the tank hull.”

What was most important about the weapon was that it could be used by some one who had no clue how to repair it, literally the weapon could be given to a conscript and in days they could know how to use the weapon, without great finesse, but still people could use it. The other reason why the AMPW-2 was well liked among the Thelasi Special Forces (Shadow Path) was because it was rugged enough to not need maintenance for long periods of time, and when it finally did break, it was cheap enough to throw away.

This made the weapon perfect to be given to nations without high technology, nations that were not using grav-ships and grav-tanks. The Thelasi could train twelve, then they would train twelve more, and so on and so on. What was the most important was that it was relatively idiot proof, it was hard to break, it could survive rough conditions and it packed a punch, and this was what the rebels in Iesus Christi would need if war broke out.

The director called up an order form and began placing an order for twenty thousand of the AMPW-2s, he doubted the rebels would need that many, but it was good to be prepared.

Now another question remained, what to do about small arms. The question was simply solved, Thelas had a number of CPR-3s hanging around, these weapons were obsolete by Thelasi standards, but for the Rebels, they would be perfect.

The last issue was the hardest, how to contact the rebels?

The captain returned to the ship and informed the politcal officer that he didnt believe the city was "worthy of Christian soldiers"...and so orders were made for the departure of the Regina Caeli ASAP.

The two officers sat in the Captains cabin...and for the 12th time the Chief engineer swept the room for bugs...
"its a a quantum-entanglement communications device...."
"uhuh...."
"well its a start chief...lay off the sarcasm. We've got codes to start memorizing..."

Regular crewman Mcdonald moved quietly along the corridor outside the captains cabin...he watched carefully for signs of any other personal....but everything seemed as clear as it would be..
He knelt only metres away from the captains door and withdrew a spherical device from his tool kit that he placed up against the wall...Mcdonald concentrated on his task....soon everything said within the room would be recorded for his superiors.
Without warning McDonald was choking...he struggled with the burning sensation at his throat...he kicked wildely but couldnt free himself...his world went black...
Captain Romano dragged the man into the cabin and slumped him on the floor...the garrote had turned his face a deep purple...
Romano kicked his body...
"I'm disappointed more than anything.....He was a bloody good tech..."



We wish expressly to point out that Pax Christi is not in the pay of any foreign power..... we know that National Socialist power must be broken... we are trying to achieve this by a renewal from within of the wounded Christian spirit. This rebirth must be preceded, however, by the clear recognition of all the guilt with which the Iesus people have burdened themselves, and by an uncompromising battle against the ministry and all its many minions.
we must resist...we must resist!
For the sake of the thousands held as political prisoners.....resist!
End the Genocide in North Star!
Resist the blood and honour laws!
Freedom Now!"

Ministry techheads had isolated what city the broadcast was coming from....the capital itself...St Augustine...and over half the city had been ruled out already...the circle was closing...
Everyday that past without result sent Bridgette into fits of rage...it didnt matter to her that the signal was only recieved by a small part of the country...it was a matter of pride and honour now...

The Director smiled as he watched the reports streaming in from his many sources, he had heard the latest radio message from within Iesus Christi, it had been hard, but they had finally filtered it out from the static. It had been sent to the Emperor, but as of yet, he had only commended the actions of TMI, so The Director would continue action as he had. The issue was contacting these rebels, getting keys to them, then communicating to them. This would be a challenge. To get these items to a group, he would have to hope he would have some luck in contacting them, but for now he would have to wait and prepare for when he did make contact, and also spread their message.

Floating through space, a small satellite, no larger than four feet across, two feet high, and five feet deep, floated through space, it was a transmitting satellite and it had been floating in space for a long time, but now its mission had changed. The Thelasi had loaded the messages from Pax Christi onto the satellite’s computers. As the boosters changed its course, the vessel began to change its orbit with limited fuel supplies. The satellite itself was unmarked, a simple metallic grey, with no Thelasi markings or unique design elements.

As the craft orbited the earth, it remained with the junk-belt surrounding earth. It was safe there, and easier to hide. The Thelasi probe, which to all the world was another piece of junk—a section or starship maybe—continued to move through space, it quietly entered Reich space and continued moving. As it reached the Reich it began to broadcast the messages, over the same channel as the first transmissions, but over a much larger area, most of Iesus in fact.

The Thelasi knew that this would piss off Bridget to no end, but after all, wasn’t that the goal of this entire operation?

...citizens of Iesus....resist...again and again we beg you..resist...

"....I believe we have them..."
Bridgette slapped the man on the back.
"excellent.....assuming you are right...move straight away! I want these lies ended!"

The troopers burst through the door.....Only warning shots were fired...the ministry wanted prisoners...
In the basement of the shop they found the equipment and three unlikely rebels...typical looking university students...not exactly the heinous devaints the troopers had been expecting...still it didnt stop the leading trooper from cracking his fist into the face of the tallest of the trio and gloating over his prone form...
"HEIL VICTORY....death to all who repel against heaven..."

Floating through space, a small satellite, no larger than four feet across, two feet high, and five feet deep, floated through space, it was a transmitting satellite and it had been floating in space for a long time, but now its mission had changed. The Thelasi had loaded the messages from Pax Christi onto the satellite’s computers. As the boosters changed its course, the vessel began to change its orbit with limited fuel supplies. The satellite itself was unmarked, a simple metallic grey, with no Thelasi markings or unique design elements.

As the craft orbited the earth, it remained with the junk-belt surrounding earth. It was safe there, and easier to hide. The Thelasi probe, which to all the world was another piece of junk—a section or starship maybe—continued to move through space, it quietly entered Reich space and continued moving. As it reached the Reich it began to broadcast the messages, over the same channel as the first transmissions, but over a much larger area, most of Iesus in fact.


Captain Farrel of the StreiteKräfte Starship Vengeance slowly positioned his ship over the probe that was transmitting the lies. It was cleverly disguised, not that it would have helped since the StreiteKräfte was aware of all debris in their Raumspace, furthermore the disguise was useless since it was transmitting messages and thus easily was detected and identified. Usually they just blew away stuff like this, but his commanders thought that Iesus might be interested in the origin of both the messages and the probe. Farrel pressed the button that locked salvage vessels tools onto the probe.

Within the satilite, a small time bomb began to count down,

5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
Detonation

As the counter reached zero, a small high temperature fuse went off inside the small probe, melting the interior components, and even some of the outer shell, turning any evidence inside the probe to so much metalic slag.

Within the TMI command center a message popped up on the Director's screen,

Probe destroyed, broadcast loop sent five times... Signal termination from insurgency rebels...

The director sighed, the mission had been a partial success, now it was time to try and impliment step three of his little plan. Deep out in the asteroid belt a small remote transmission base was being set up, this time a TV broadcast base. The data within it would be relayed from Thelas, to the base, then sent to earth in a narrow-beam transmission. Within the base was also a small nuclear devise, just large enough to comnpelely destroy the base, and any hints of Thelasi influence.

It would appear to come from a satilite that wasn't there, it would be from an organisation that had been destroyed.

OOC: Iesus, TG me if you don't want me in the thread

...today...heathen traitors in the pay of foreign dogs have been captured...we praise the vigilance of ministry forces for this quick end to the reign of filth they were spreading....Praise and glory to heaven for leading our forces to their den of hate...

Colonel Hoff present the report to Bridgette.
" High Inquisitor...the equipment they were using was simple but efficient....they showed great technical ability within the broadcasting system..but I do believe they had other assistance...while the three are bright I dont see how they could have obtained the equipment needed..."
"then find out who else is involved....and make it quick....the trail will be soon and their execution is already been arranged..."

Josephine was the youngest of the trio....at only 19 she had been the voice behind the broadcasts....now she was at the mercy of the ministry.
The cell door opened and the guards entered...
"Josephine...Josephine...why did you have to betray God.

OOC: I never mind people joining aslong as its rational:)

To: The holy Empire of Iesus Christi

our glorious alliance brings honor to heaven - yet we have not as yet exchanged new amassadors since the fall of the corrupt godless former sultan.
So - we sent Mullar Remef Omar to you. he speaks for the entire council of faith.

praise and glory to God.

Inshalla allah

~The council of faith

In Reich Space

Captain Farrel watched as the probe turned into scrapnel, So someone didn't want us to see what it contained He thought, obviously the terrorists had some pretty rich sponsors, but wasn't that always the case? Captain farrel gathered the pieces of the probe for examination, most likely it would have Nephilim origin. Most attacks on The Reich was from that source, why shouldn't it be like that this time too. He turned his chair and put on the news, pictures being shown of liberating the city of Bendecitia from the Nephilim grasp. Well, at least we are winning over evil in that corner, life was a constant struggle for the sake humanity...

In the communication center Freedom the technicians were looking at the the signal originating from somewhere in a distant system.

"We have another one!"

"Do they ever give up?!" He entered the coordinates for the jamming device, finishing of punching the return key.

"57 channels and nothing on..."

Within Thelas, the Director smiled, "Damn these heretics are good... too
bad..." The Director turned in his seat, pressing several buttons
on his display screen, for a second he was thoughtful, debating his
options. Finally he acted.

Far out in space, the same probe that had been transmitting began to
send out its message once again. This time the message was sent on
alternating bands, pulsing on and off, on and off. Yet this time it
wasn't the only location that broadcasted. From another angle a second
probe began to transmit, creating two alternating signals to confuse
directional finders.

The probes themselves fired narrow range signals as to not disturb the
neighboring countries around the Reich, although the Thelasi wouldn't
mind if the Reich got annoyed. The Thelasi added no new content, but
only played the messages, this time intended to cover all of Iesus Christi.

"sweet Jesus..please stop....i'll say anything....just stop..."
The ministry officer nodded to the guard...ending the 'treatment'
"thats a good girl Josephine .....everything will be all right..."


"Fellow Citizens...I confess that I am in the pay of foriegn agents....I am a shameless tool of the metahuman scum...for years I have taken part in foul blasphemous rituals aimed to bring down the state....may God forgive me for my crimes..."

National State radio and TV broadcast made by Josephine

Viewscreens around the nation were filled with her young face....her voice was hallow and she stattered as she said the words...
Crowds watched in shock as someone so young confessed to such horrid crimes. soon voices loudly begain to discuss the issue....
"she looks so tired...I wonder if they're feeding her well..."
"oh no doubt.."
"she is a witch!"
"she's a child..."
"clearly she is OLD ENOUGH to betray the nation!"
"Is it just me or was her heart really not in that confession..?"
"well you cant deny..its certainly HER voice on those recent broadcasts..."
"you listened to those radio broadcasts...?"
"TRAITOR!"

"Well this is an issue..."
"Indeed, indeed, solution?"
"We send a video message..."
"You do know that that will make it obvious that we're elves, right?"
"We get a former Hattian."
"Good idea... good idea. Do it."
"It shall be done."

The Director walked out of the Emperor's office, smiling. He walked
back to his office, and began making arrangements. Far out at one of
the transmission bases, a new message began to transmit, this time it
was a video message, harder to block, and harder to trace.

A young, human, man steps onto the stage, he is wearing a simple shirt
and jeans, and has the air about him of a man who has been through
much, and seen even more.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Iesus Christi,
Can you not see?" He takes out a bible, "Can you not see the torment?
The great book itself orders you to 'love you neighbors' it also tells
you to follow your heart, to decide for yourself what is right."
He starts to walk away from the makeshift podium,
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Iesus Christi... men of the cloth have told
you of the crimes committed, yet many of them... disappear.
People offer confessions, yet can you not see their pain? Can you not
see their torment?"
Behind him a projector screen rolls down, appearing on it is an image
of a man bound to a cross, a man next to him with a red hot iron, a
man dressed up in the classical robes of the inquisition, "Confess and
you shall be spared." The bound man shakes his head, "I speak for
god." The man standing next to him jams the iron into his side, the
iquisitor says again, "Confess." On that the screen blanks.
"Can we trust a confession when extracted by torture? Can we trust a
government that uses this method? Can we trust the word of a
government that tortures and murders its own people? Good citizens of
the nation of Iesus Christi, I shall leave you to make your own
decision.

May God Bless You."

With that the message ended.

o.o.c: more of a note:while its a intersting speech - how would anyone know to tune into the video signal you're sending?

~ns ooc technical player nit-pick.

The trial of the three "satanic traitors" was attracting alot of attention...crowds gathered around the viewscreens as the trial got underway.
The three accused looked pale and as charges were read out, tears rolled down Josephines face.
Crowds watched in unusal stunned silence as the ministry prosecutor savaged each of them.....screaming at them for their treason...promising them eternal and temporial torment for their sins.

"they really expect us to buy this?"
Captain Romano nodded...both he and his command officers sat glued to the screen in their wardroom.
"its pathetic....children....they're only children..."

OOC: Iesus, any responce to my posts? At all?

OOC:funny you type that cos I was just writing this...

IC:
The signal was faint and encoded....a simple code that any mainstream military should be able to dismantle in 48 hours...the signal went out over the same frequency so recently used by pax christi.....

The message ..once translated said....
Three will hang...not in vain....we require greater assistance...send equipment....small window for opportunity...location will be broadcast soon....speed essential to avoid our capture. Pax Christi

At the trial, crowds hissed when the prosecution revealed foriegn aid had been used to spread the radio message....
Karl...the oldest of the accused earnestly denied any knowledge about who or what had been relaying the signal....Josephines imploring eyes begged Karl to remain silent...and simply admit to everything.
In front of viewscreens throughout the nation everyone sat glued to the events....in quiet homes heated and confused debates occured...
"Foriegners corrupting our youth! thats what it is!"
"Maybe they didnt KNOW that filthy metahumans were relaying the message..."
"nonsense...next you'll be saying she didnt know it was wrong when she offered her baby to that bloody handed god of the elves..."
"did she really do that...I thought it was like...a metaphor..."
"for what..?"
"you know..something...dirty like....you know..."
"oh..."

Reich Space, Communication Center Freedom

The technicians smiled to their officer when they scanned the transmission.

"Well, I'll be damned! The filthy metahumans did the work for us and flushed out the traitors." Commissar Peterson slapped one of the technicians on the back. "Good work! I admit I failed to see the genius of leaving that heretic message be"

He looked at the reports and gestured to an ensign to carry it out to Iesus Christi security ministry. Obviously the message wasn't completely decoded yet, but they had the coordinates of the source and what type of system being used to transmit it. There was no doubt that this was the terrorists, using the same frequency as Pax Christi but aiming the signal towards the Nephilim Signal. The message would be fully decoded and sent to Iesus Christi authorities within an hour, but speed was a necessity if they were to catch the ones cooperating with the alien murderers.

"By the way, jam that nephilim transmission and destroy its source. We have no further need for it. We have enough information on it to analyze to trace its source."

o.o.c: shows trials just are so you o.O

i.c: islamic security office personal picked up the signal - soon it was being pased onto the decoding sections and from there to the council of faith. They wanted to be informed about every move happening inside iesus christi.

OOC: Great work, I enjoy reading your stuff, Iesus.

TAG

The trial came to a end ... the trial had gone for an unexpectedly long time...
...a whole 3 days...
The end verdict was never in doubt,and neither was the sentence, all three were sentenced to death for their treason.
Gathered crowds murmured at the news...many citizen had quietly hoped that the three would atleast have avoided a death sentence...they had betrayd the nation but many doubted the depth of th treason...heated debates raged under the nations giant viewscreens.

On the night of the sentence, rank after rank of storm troopers and black-uniformed legio detachments swung through the Victory Gate onto St Patricks Square in the center of the capital.
They carried flaming torches and were cheered by huge crowds lining the sidewalks, thousands hysterically giving the fascist salute as a token of the victory over the matahumans...the entire march had been organised by the ministry.
But from within the mass of cheering citizens came the rare 'hiss' or 'boo'...

In the Ministry Bridgette read the reports about citizen decent to the sentance. Agents reported what they heard and saw in the milling crowds....its wasnt outright rebellion....but it was true vocalized decent.

Slobodan Jovanovic looked at the reports, scratching his greying hair, was the Iesus family loosing its grip? He had reports of events never heard of before in Iesus Christi. His communication centers reported messages being broadcasted and intercepted from external Meta-human origins. He finished off the executive summary and sent it to the leaders, with a clear marking of confidentiality, anyone caught reading it except the right person would be dead.

"riots?" Hatusu inquired gently from the head of security.
“No Majesty, but its certainly more unrest than they would usually allow”
Hatusu read over the report. “Have we decoded the recent signal?”
“Almost there Majesty. A few more hours and your honorable personage will have the message”
The Sultan nodded, she wasn’t at all sure what this all meant – neither were any of her top security personal. She wouldn’t believe it but her embassy staff had witnessed it themselves.
“Crowds jeering a military parade in Iesus Christi – who’d have thought”

again the message was transmitted....it was becoming more random in timing, as if those sending it now assumed whoever had been boasting the signal had lost their taste for helping.
we require greater assistance...send equipment....small window for opportunity...location will be broadcast soon....speed essential to avoid our capture. Pax Christi

Civil disobedience and disorder didnt come naturally to Iesus citizens.
Those who didnt approve of the ministry march gloating over the sentence made loud , simple and often confused comments.
"hey you guys...stop!"
"is it right to kill children!"
"that doesnt seem very fascist!"
"you guys look like elves!"

But the Thelasi hadn't lost their taste for helping, instead, they sent back a simple one word message, over the same frequency but encoded in an odd, child-like way, a burst of letters, garble to most, but within them an inportant message. They were a string of co-ordinates in letter form, the question was, wether the Rebels would detect the message, and get to the location first or wether the Iesus Christi forces would get to the location.

Also within the message was a pattern, four dots in a diamond, with two dots in the center. The hope was that the rebels would get the point, and display that pattern on their vessel.

Mean while, around earth, a Thelasi transport blasted through the atmosphere and submerged itself under water. There it began to cut through the water moving twoards the location spelled out by the transmition.

IC:Those whom the Thelasi message was targeted at raced to the location...they had a good chance of making it there first with their contacts...assuming the suppliers had sent the 'package' towards somewhere totally isolated....not any major city, town or installation....if they had it would be blown to perdition by the ever watchful Iesus armed forces...

OOC:translation - the location better be some middle of nowhere small beach or someone is bound to blow it up:P

IC: Bridgette couldnt believe her brothers reaction.
"no really....its nothing to worry about..."
She glared at him.
"look b...Do the ministry troopers look like Elves...do they march like ducks..?"
"well...no...but..."
"then why worry...does good for people to get these things out of their systems.."
Bridgette stopped herself from sreaming only by force of will, she had visited Matthew and assumed he'd fly into a rage...instead he was calm...his old self..
"B...I think i may look over those kids cases myself...does seem abit extreme..."
Her jaw dropped. ...his resistance to the word of God was intense...His mood swings had become more and more wild since the treatment had been increased. Robards would have to be informed.
" I think not brother...."
It was the wrong thing to say, before she knew it she was on the floor...he was ontop of her, his fists flying into her face. She squirmed beneath him in a vain attempt to stop the savage beating.
Matthew finally stopped and flicked the blood from his fists.
"I am the leader...not you...never question my will"
Bridgette groaned and struggled to her feet. This was the time she respected him most, when he was most like her father...if only the treatment could keep him like this always, keep him how God wanted him.
"Yes Mr president...I'm sorry..."

Reich Space, Communication center "Freedom"

"More signals sir, decrypted"

"Did we send the location of the last ones to the Iesus Christi ministry?"

"Yes Sir, but it seems as if the terrorists had left the location before the security forces reached it"

"Well, I got orders that we are supposed to down prioritize this matter."

"You know why sir?"

"Haven't got a clue, seems as if our government want to keep out of this Iesus Mess. Our orders are to continue to jam and intercept foreign signals, but not meddle with Iesus Christi internal affairs. They told us to prioritize Syskeyian signals and the area around Bendecitia

"Excuse me sir, but isn't that a bit stupid? WE can locate and crush these terrorists if we just cooperate!"

"Maybe, but its not for me to question politics, and the orders were clear..."

The technician continued to monitor the skies as he mumbled about bureaucracy and politicians, in a very muffled low voice and with his hand over his mouth. You never knew what the cameras would catch.

(OOC: Middle of nowhere is a really good way to put it...)

The Thelasi military transport continued to cruise under-water while hile watching the beach. They would confirm that they were really the freedom fighters before the transport would surface its top section and send a 'skimmer' craft to shore, carrying some token weapons and supplies. But most importantly they had a coding machine. Using scrambling equipment to prevent jamming, and several thousand bit encryption the Thelasi would be able to have an open line of comunication with the rebels.

For now, they waited.

It wasn't easy for them to arrive at the area.....nor was it completely isolated...nations like Iesus don't survive by leaving coastline unguarded but instead have varied forms of defences....
But yet...in a feat of courage and subterfuge they had insured the beaches isolation as soon as they realized that was the ‘drop zone'...
Dressed in uniforms of the Iesus Islamic division..the handiscar...they signalled the foreigners in primitive and subtle style...old flash lamps flashing morse communications that it was safe for the foriegn craft to continue onto the beach...

For the third night running, the ministry organized loud public marching rallies in support of the verdict given down to the three youthful traitors. Chants praising the government and the verdict echoed through the streets of the capital..
Yet, for the third night in a row the opposing voices in the watching crowd becoming louder and more discernable...minsitry troopers in their brown uniforms exhanged howled insults even as they marched across the square.
From the steps of St patricks cathedral came the loudest shouts of discontent...calls for the release of arrested priests now joined the general jeering...

Vegana City

The man paced to and through in the long room, waiting for the message to come back to him. Normally it never took this long but they had used manners of communication that not easily could be intercepted, and definitely not over electronic media. He should have had the answer by now! He swore loudly and went over to the fireplace, he opened a secret panel built into the excuisite woodworks on the side and picked out a bottle and poured himself a glass. Sitting down in a big leather couch he tried to relax while sipping his drink, any time now...

The knock on the door was still a surprise, even if he expected it. He received the message, read it and smiled. "You devious bastards"

In fascist cinematic Iesus style, the first prisoner was put to death.
Every view screen in the nation broadcast live the boys last minutes...his pleading eyes begged for mercy as he was lead to the gallows...Ernst Helm wasn't even allowed last words...ministry officers hadnt trusted what he'd say over the live broadcast.
Several high ranking officials had implored Bridgette not to televise the event...she had meet the requests with fiery rhetoric and warnings about there being plenty more gallows out there...

Bridgette face burned still from Matthews assault....others parts of her burned also...every time she closed her eyes she pictured it...
"My Lady.."
Bridgette opened her eyes and placed her hands on the desk.
"Robards....er...what do you want?"
"The marchers My lady...your triumphant nighttime proclamation marches...the protesting within the crowd is getting nosier and I just received news food stuffs are being thrown..."
"You mean ministry personal are being assaulted..."
"My lady..you did hear me..I said..food stuffs...like..cabbages and eggs..."
"Assault....fiendish traitors...preventing the lawful celebration of justice. Robards, inform security sections to take action if the march is interrupted again. Break anyone on the street who opposes the ministry"

"Squad! Prepare!"
A thick line of brown shirts stood between the marchers and the gathered crowd. As they drew their batons the gathered crowd flinched and wavered...
"squad! Disperse dissents!"
In unison the Brown shirts advanced, their batons cracking against their newly issued riot shields. The crowd wavered but remained, many had come simply to watch the marching.
"Squad. Assault"
The words crackled through the communits in the brown shirts helmets, there was no oral warning as they brown shirts launched the baton charged down upon the crowd.
The crowd wavered and then broke as the brownshirts with ruthless ability cut a bloody sway though the people. They showed no discrimination in as they swung their batons down onto the breaking crowd...all were guilty by virtue of being there...

At the beach, the rebels watched as the ‘taste' of supplies was dropped off..they didn't make any physical contact with those who had landed...now was not the time or place.
As soon as the skim vessel starting sliding back into the water, the rebels quickly and quietly slid down onto the waterfront, and removed what had been left for them.

"kill them all because they're traitors and deserve to be shot! honor to those who carry out their duty to the land and to God!"

~Mullar Vikram. Minister of Justice.

The transport remained submerged for several hours, simply waiting for the proper time. Finally the craft surfaced part of its considerable bulk. As it did, a large hover transport streaked out towards the shore.

With precision befitting of a military operation, the craft landed and a team of soldiers rushed out. Moving low to the ground, and with drawn weapons, the soldiers checked to secure the beach, rushing to the tree line and the provided cover.

Then from the transport a Thelasi officer walked out, not wearing any armor, but merely wearing a black uniform, the same black as the hull of the transport, the shade of darkest night. Behind them the cargo hatch opened, and several soldiers got to work, unloading cargo containers about five feet by three feet.

Some of these containers held some two hundred Thelasi Charged Particle Rifles, top of the line products, that had all Thelasi insignia, and serial numbers, removed. Thelas had distributed many of these rifles onto the market, through protectorate states and alliances trade pacts, making it very hard to trace these rifles back to the Thelasi.

More of these containers held about one hundred anti-tank/anti-gravship weapons. These weapons were the items procured by the Director earlier, weapons capable to blasting through the armor of most tanks, and even most fighters and gunships.

The last of the containers held high-power computers, with satellite transmission units and receivers. They were quantum units, indeed off the shelf products within Thelas, but no doubt rare within Iesus Christi.

The Thelasi officer looked around for the rebel leader, she was tall, like most elves, and seemed to be very much at ease, never mind the fact that the Thelasi were in a highly dangerous situation. As she found the supposed leader, she strode up to him, her face serious, “Sir, I am Lady Axaris, and I do believe that you are the people I was ordered to meet…” She smiled, idly brushing away the hair from one pointed ear, “I have one other item to show you…”

Out of the transport was brought a suitcase, as it was opened it revealed a device no larger than a lap-top computer. Along side of it was a folding base, and a folding antenna. “This is your coding machine, programmed to allow you to communicate. It is a simple machine; it uses a long-life hydrogen battery, set up the included solar panel to charge it, and should remain on indefinitely. When you wish to transmit, hit the green transmit button, to end, hit the red button. Everything else is included in the instruction manual.

Anything you need just ask. Any questions?” She smiled, looking around at the unloading. The soldiers had already moved the boxes into the forest, and were waiting at the tree line, hidden from sight.

The commanding Iesus 'officer' struggled not to make a joke at the Thelasi officers expense....Lines like "My God..you're metahumans..guards..guards!" and "Woman know your place!" ran through his head...
Instead he suppressed his desire for humour, noddled sternly and replied in the gurf fascist way everyone seem to expect rather than the dark humour Iesus was full of...
"No questions. No time, Sure we'll make contact ASAP, we'll need alot more. Your help is noted and ....ummm....thanked...anyhow. Time is critical"
He cursed himself. He knew he like a ungrateful arsehole...but really this wasnt his thing...he struggled for something else to say as his men packed off the gear....his mind was a blank.
His arm gave the rigid fascist salute
"errrr....HEIL VICTORY!"

The Thelasi laughed, "We will be in contact" She gives her own salute, a Romanesque movement of the hand to her heart and then a somewhat more fluid version of the "facist" salute. With a nod she turned, running back twoards the transport. From the tree line the Thelasi followed, their movements akin to black wraiths hunting their mortal victims.

After the last Thelasi soldier was aboard the transport, the frontal hatch sealed and the small craft moved away from the beach, submerging to join with its larger mothership. Hours later, in another ocean, the vessel surfaced, flying high into the atmosphere, and then into space.

Bateman watched the Thelasi vessel slip beneath the waves, then barked orders at his troop.
"right lads. lets get on with it. move this stuff out..its needed"

St Patricks square was a mess of tangled crowds and chaotic melee as the crowd fleed and battled the baton charges of the ministry brownshirts.
In abreak of all orthodoxy, the marchers who for so many nights had been taunted by parts of the crowd, also was now invovled in the fighting.
Cries of 'death to treason' were shouted as they joined with the brownshirts in smashing dissent.
Ministry Armoured cars rumbled through the square. The vehicle Loudspeakers blazing patriotic hymns as they drove forward and firing gas from their launcher pods....Brownshirts pulled back as the armoured cars arrived..orders had been issued...
The leading APC officers comm set came alive. General Robard appeared on his screen.
"Major. Crowd is armed. firing reported. Open fire on dissents. repeat. Open fire"
Major Johnson paused
"Sir. We have sighted no weapons fire..."
"Major you have your orders. carry out your patriotic duty"
"Confirmed Sir. sectons 2-3. Crowd is armed. fire. fire. fire"
The Armoured cars opened fire on the fleeing crowd..cutting them down even as they fled inside the doors of St Patricks Cathedral.
Within moments the chaos was over as the crowd fleed or lay on the ground..
"Confirm Command. Crowd dispersed."

A small Pro metahuman disturbance was crushed today in our nations capital after they fired upon a national rally celebrating justice...we pray for those who fell to the metahuman terrorism today, and we vow as a nation to remain ever on guard against them and the west! Never let down your guard against treason and terrorism!
ICN News Broadcast

Medtechnican Kerns watched the assembly of the gravcopter where the engine joined the pulsar shaft...He watched the 'Jesus pump'...so called because if it goes, you are looking at Jesus...
His eyes drifted to the lad lying on the strecher. He is the last to be lifted out of the square, he's a off duty navy officer from Kerns own base and his left arm is missing...blown clean off. The doctor holds the drip and checks his watch to see if the copter will make it to the army hospital in time.
Kerns didnt know what to say, what do you say to someone who is going to die? His eyes are red with pain and he keeps looking at Kerns and then starts to talk. Kerns looked at the doctor and knew the worst.
Into kerns minded came the cascading images of his relationship with this dying man. Their sections R&R trip to HARU, the street fight they had with Lavenrunz drunk sailors. They and the rest of their mates had done so much toegther.
The dying man keeps talking, and somehow Kerns could tell he was OK with his maker
"Kerns"
The mans voice is totally exhausted
"keep your head down and dont let them get you"
He was not concerned for himself , or his pain , or for the fact he was dying. He was concerned for his mate...who just happened to be on duty this night.
Immediately Kerns knew that his friend, like the good thief, was going into paradise.
Kerns placed a hand on his dying friends shoulder.
"I will remember you"

TMI Operation Commander Nessera stood before the Director, the old elf was hidden behind a large holo-projector, the devise masking his, or was it her, face and body. Most Thelasi officers would be terrified, rumors had it that the Director was only matched in power by Emperor Nosirin himself, Nessera was used to it, after all, she was the best TMI had.

“Sir, mission completed as ordered, all projects delivered directly to the rebels.”
“Good Nessera… good. Now I have another assignment for you.”

Nessera’s data-pad beeped as it was updated. Giving it a quick glance, Nessera spotted her new mission, to prepare for a second larger mission, to deliver the real supplies to the rebel factions, more Charged Particle Rifles, more anti-tank/grav-ship missiles, plasma grenades, demolition charges, and money.

Nodding, Nessera turned to the Director, “Sir, the operations will be ready as ordered.”

“Good… very good.”


On board the same vessel that had delivered the first wave of supplies the second wave of equipment was already being loaded. The Thelasi would wait for a little while longer, their Intel units watching the activity within Iesus Christi.

Maybe a military liaison officer would be in order? This was a question the Thelasi had, it was no secret that Nessera would be that officer if needed, the big “if” was whether the rebels would accept her.

Reich Space, Communication centre "Freedom"

He knew he wasn't supposed to do this, but never the less he felt obliged to his brethren in Iesus Christi to track down the terrorists before they claimed more innocent lives. He used his computer to scan for the signals last added, slowly slowly over a band of frequencies simultaneously. He knew that he would find that signal eventually, it was just a matter of patience and extreme technology. He had both, his officer would never notice if he used a little bit of that gigantic cluster to search for a needle in the proverbial Iesus Haystack and when he succeeded he would prove them wrong and turn out a hero! He looked around to see if anyone was watching him, but none seemed to care or look his way. He quickly tapped in new search criterias into the computer and watched it scan through new frequencies.

From the spartan location of a abandoned coal mine 'pax christi' tapped out a cipher to the Thelas forces on the new coding machine. They kept messages short...hoping this would help avoid detection of the signal.
Supplies excellent. Exactly what we needed, only more is required urgently as planned operatiosn require firm supply.
Have secured a drop zone...at great risk to ourselves.
Will be safe for you to drop supplies there every approx 72 hours. Confirm if can meet this schedule.
Physical contact once regular supply secured possible?
Pax Christi out.
Along with the message went a date file of the exact drop times and the location Pax Christi had secured.
A tiny bay, deep water and large caves to drop the supplies in.
The bay itself was in theory was scattered with sea mines, but according to the file pax Christi had found a way to disable them every 72hours and ensure no one was watching...hense the tight and exact supply schedule...they were taking quite a risk it seemed on Thelas.

The military police car cruised along the isolated road, its driver taking it easy as he carried out his patrol this evening.
Bateman lay still and aimmed along the new thelas antitank rifle at the cruising car. He fired and fired again.
As the car burned Bateman almsot laughed...but not for the usual Iesus Christi pyschotic reasons.
"who'd have thought! the stuff works! Hossana! lads. move out!"

A one word message was sent back, Acknowledged

Aboard the Thelasi transport the same transport crew waited. They had been sitting here, in the oversized cargo transport, for several minutes, and they were waiting for the Iesus Christi rebels.

As soon as their clocks all reached the appropriate time, the Thelasi officers prepared their men. The cargo ship surfaced, and the small transport sped towards the beach. Aboard the craft were the same Thelasi soldiers, along with the same female officer who had commanded the men on the first mission. Aboard the transport was supplies, much the same as the last run, but more of the valuable resources. More rifles, AMRs and RPGs. Yet now the transport also carried Charged Particle Machine-guns, and rifle sized Plasma Grenade launchers.

With haste the group, unlike the last time there were several craft, of transports moved towards the beach.

"Acknowledged Sir! Acknowledged!!!"
There was a sigh of collective relief as the message was recieved.
"All right lads, calm down. calm down. Stilla long way to go yet. Luke get ready to pick up the goods as soon as possible, Kerry.Get back to 'em...confirm good to go!"

Over the air on the coded channel came the reply
"All systems good. Green light on schedule. Merry Christmas"

As the message had said, rebels couldnt meet the Thelas commandos. It was now a matter of trust that they'll unload the equipment quickly and quietly into the caves and make themselves scarce ASAP.
While they trusted the thelas professionally, years of propoganda made many worry that the metahumans would try something outside the norm.
Many prayers were offered this night
The beach was as the rebels said it would be, no guards during the set times when the supply drops would arrive, the schedule had been planned down to the minute...any mistake would end the supply operation and those reliant on it for good.

The Thelasi crew hit the beach, the crew who were on deck, crouched behind the gunwales, jumped onto the beach, landing silently. The clam-shells doors of the transports began to open as the crew inside grabbed boxes and stacks of tubes. Some containing the weapons and equipment, some containing weapons and equipment—including demo-charges—that were needed by the rebels.

As soon as the transports doors opened, the workers moved out, bringing the boxes onto the beach. Within a briefcase was a pile of data-disks that could be loaded onto the lap-tops that the Thelasi had given the rebels. Encoded onto the disks were long-range pictures of Iesus Christi installations. Because of Thelas’ inability to get probes close in to the Reich, the pictures were, comparatively, low quality. Still, they allowed detailed imagine of installations, included defense analyses.

Immediately after the cases and pods were on the beach, the Thelasi troops withdrew into their transports, which then pushed off, heading back to the transport. After the smaller skimmer-ships were secured, the cargo ship slowly moved off shore, heading to a location where they could launch into space.

These supply drops would continue, carrying much the same cargo.

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Meanwhile, the Thelasi were working on alleviating their intelligence gap. Four small probes were deployed, about the size of foot-balls they were launched into the Earth atmosphere to float around in an orbit. That orbit would take them through Reich space, most specifically over Iesus Christi.

The probes were small enough to not arouse interest, and in case they did, they were programmed to send a final transmission, and then blow-up, being vaporized by a miniature nuclear explosive. After each pass over Iesus Christi, the probes would send a coded transmission back to Thelas, containing the pictures that they had taken. The probes had been programmed to take images of specific installations, detailed in a one-burst broadcast by the Thelasi remote base in the asteroid belt.

To give them the locations of bases, two Thelasi vessels were deployed. Frigate class vessels, the Imoena and Ishmael were disguised cargo ships. Registered to a third, non-elven, party, the two vessels were equipped with high power passive, and active, sensors.

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Captain Remin, commander of the Imoena, watched the screens in front of him. He had no wish to be found out, and as such had given orders to use passive sensors only. It would be another two days until the probes arrived on station, so he had some time to gather data.

Reich Space, Communication centre "Freedom"

"Sir, we have a situation! During our regular scanning on our space we got a nuclear detonation from a probe of uncertain origin, we don't know if we are under attack or not!"

"Check for systems and debris with the same signature and characteristics, make transmission to all ships to go up to battle ready stations! Lock on to all debris and whatever junk there is! This might be an attempt to mine our space, it has been done before as you know!"

Captain Heinz Friedelmann swore under his breath, it was up to him to wake up the admiral and he wanted as much information about what was happening as possible. "Search for origin of that stuff, too much nosing around has been done lately. If you find any thing of uncertain origin acting suspiciously blow it away. use maximum force!" This might not come down good with some of the neutrals that normally roamed through the space, but there was no use of taking any chances.

at the third table from the left sitting comfortable in his chair a certain technician was sweating heavily. It seemed as if his search had given result, he had probed the thing that had exploded and downloaded its signature, all he had to do now was to track it back, especially since it had sent a signal back to HQ. The only thing was that it wasn't sent to something within the Reich. Who could he tell about this? He knew that his superiors wouldn't like that he had disobeyed orders and continued his investigations.

OOC: Downloaded its pattern? Explain Vegana...

Once the thelas supplydrop had done its duty and their vessels had slipped back under the waves the beach returned to its dead silence...
Later, much later....The supplies were inspected by Bateman. He was starting to be impressed.
"Well they are effiencent. I adore that trait. Leave the data file in the cave, when they next drop equipment they'll see it."
The datapad nothing amazing, some Iesus security files. Number of arrests, some troop deployments,Number of Orbital destroyers launched a month... nothing earth breaking...but it was a sign of good faith from Bateman to his suppliers.

OOC:So. we can pretty much say..without RPGing it...you'll make the scdeules regular drops?:) *until either of us says otherwise*

IC: The Captain of the Orbital cruiser ISS Vianney carried out his patriotic duty. Scanners ran constantly hunting for anysigns of anything spying on Iesus and the Reich.
He had been trained by Vegana instructors years ago and served in the Reich orbital fleet before his transfer to his own command in the Iesus orbital fleet.
The command deck was a cramped affair. Iesus designers didnt believe in anything so decadant as 'leg room' and the ships only contacts with 'life' other than military commchatter was over offical communications channels to Reich space command, the ministry and Communications centre 'freedom'.

Reich Space, Communication centre Freedom

He looked along the scanners, would they really find the same signature again? That was the only way to recognise identical constructions, in many ways it was a technical fingerprint. Someone had dared attacking the mighty StreiteKräfte and they wouldn't rest until they found out who did it. He knew who, the persistence of the intruder had made it possible, but he couldn't tell anyone since it would prove that he had disobeyed orders. Sweat trickled down his neck, Damn! how on earth could he get away with this?

The building wasnt heavly guarded, the policestation housed less than 30 officers and undefined Inquisitor assets...hardly a government bastion.
The first exploding shell land in the midst of a group of policemen leaving the building....Several of the squad were torn to pieces, the others tried to seek cover the best they could. All the while bits of shrapnel and bodies sprayed through the air. A secondary explosion ripped their parked car apart, sending chunks of steel in all directions...it was just a smoking wreck, oily smoke pumped into the sky.
The air was thick with the sound of arms fire...a police armoured car rumbled down the street, her crew uncertain of what to do in the middle of a urban street flooded with gunfire. Before they had a chance to act, the APC exploded in a bright ball of orange fire, leaving nothing but a pile of twisted metal.
"fallback! fallback!"
With military precision, the attackers retreated when they heard the order over their comm units.
They left the Policestation riddled , and the vehicles burning.

The weather was muggy, but alot cooler than North Star. Inquisitor Garr had been stationed in the deserts of North Star for over a year, and being home was a cooling pleasure.
He enjoyed being home , and back on assignment work. This was what he lived for, not the horrors of the North Star deserts.
In the weeks since his return, Garr had thrown himself into his work.....not that there was alot of it....Iesus was one of the most crime free nations in the world..
But Garr had found something....St Augustine has almost no drug scene but rumours had lead to evidence that it may be part of a larger supply trial.
Now Garr hide in a alleyway, watching the bar. Behind Garr plastered on the wall was a "shootey the Security bear" poster with the caption "Crime tastes like Grandpa".
John Garr watched for another 15 minutes and then gave a order into his comm.
"We have a green light. go. go"
The street was suddenly alive with action as a troopers poured into it...The squad bursts in through the door of the bar, weapons at the ready. Garr Marched in behind them.
"nobody move. repeat nobody move or you will be fired upon"
The squad fanned out around the seedy bar, shocked patrons made to flee but thought better of it.
Garr surveyed the bar, it was alot more decadant than a normal bar. Varied gear for narcotics use lay on several tables. The dancers on the stage were hastly gathering up their clothes. Garr made a mental note to add 'public Indecency' to the list of whatever charges would be layed. Maybe 'perverting the law of God' too. the youngest looked barely 16.
Garr saw in littered around the room a number of tan uniforms...Ministry officals and soldiers.... he wasnt surprised, not at all.
"gentlemen....this is where I tell you all that you're currently all under arrest for crimes against the peace of God...and " he looked over at the young women "crimes against the decency of heaven. Mote tear this place apart."
Barely a table away , a bulging figure in a illfitting Ministrymajors uniform laughed and shouted at Garr.
"Dont be a arse man. Dont you know where you are....or who I am...Now fuck off and let me finish watching the show."
A chorus of laughter rippled through the bar, only silenced by Garr drawing his revolver.
"Sir. I certainly know who you are. and what you represent. But sir.....I hope you know who I am.....I am a Inquisitor carrying out my divine office...disobey my command and I am within my rights to shoot you where you sit..."
Sweat appeared on the fat mans face....he knew his own men,would even now be edging their hands towards their own guns...the only problem was he directly in the line of fire. Something about this greying Inquisitors face told the sweating offical that if firing started, the first bullet would be in his own fat gut.
"Ok..ok...Hands up everyone. let the play soldiers do their job...I wont forget this Garr...I wont forget you"
Garr smiled and lifted the majors revolver from his holster.
"Good. You shouldnt."