NationStates Jolt Archive

The site, The Last Anarchy Order, five years ago. All seems calm to the naked eye. A war against the robots had been won. Life was coming back together. People going to work in station wagons, cars, and other transports. All seemed well.

Suddenly, the city was a derelcit. Noone knew what had happened to it. The people disappeared not be be seen again. The rest of the region set sanctions aaround the city and barricaded it in. That has now been five years.

One by one the people began to reemerge. Only a few have been relocated so far. Something supernatural had occured. None of the officials in its allie nations had a clue.

Close to the time when the Orderians began to disappear, a few of the top ranking military officials, assasins, mercenaries, and other fighters left the nation. They formed a new country off of LAO's coast. Its name IceNine.

Finally, it is time for the region to find out what had happened five dark years ago...

(OOC: I just resurrected this country and would like to rp it back into life. If you would like to be in this rp, pm me. This will be a character based rp.)

A squad of men and women stand outside of the barriers surrounding this nation. A nation that hasn't had a future for five years. Finally, someone is maing a move. This group of peole will uncover the truth...

Day 1, 21:00 Hours

One of the members of the squad moves close to the gate. With his thick beard, long blonde hair, and a stern glare, he sets downa box next to the wall. Running a wire from it back to his group, he makes sure not to trip over a rotten log on the forgotten earth.

He regroups with his comrades and presses a botton on a switch attached to the freshly ran wire. An explosion rings out and fills the air with smoke and dust. The squad moves in through the new gaping hole in the side of the barrier made of stone.

Deep in the nation, a beast stirs...

(OOC:Note, this is LAO's nation.)

Day 2, 8:00 Hours

The group had reached the out skirts of New Orderian City, the capital. There still has been no sign of life, intelligent or otherwise. The man who blew up the wall was in the back, watching the environment entirely to his advantage. He stopped to tie his boot, and stood up.

The rest of the team was gone. No sign of anything, just them gone. It wasn’t anything like an attack. He heard no sounds, seen no blood. This man's name was Robby Morrison.

He had served in the Orderian Army years before the 'complications'. He quickly moved to IceNine when the events began occurring. He joined an elite ranger-like group, called MindStorms.

These soldiers, the self proclaimed best of the best were the first sent in to investigate LAO's new appearances. Robby hadn't been the leader, but actually the lowest ranking officer in the group. Now, he is his own personal God, Allah, Jesus, Buddha, and General. He is alone.

The stirring from the city has aroused, but not shown itself.

(OOC:If anyone would like to rp as one of the other characters, go ahead and do so. Make sure the characters act as if they don't know where they are or how they got there.)

Boris Malachev suddenly found himself in a room. A look around revealed that it was an abandoned apartment somewhere in the city. He took his modified MP-5 off of his back and brought it to bear as he explored the dusty, dim rooms. The barrel on the weapon was lengthened to allow for greater range and accuracy. A check around revealed nothing of interest. The kitchen held long-biodegraded food, as well as some canned materials that he took with him. Never knew when that stuff would come in handy.

He scratched his scruffy, black beard as he headed to a window to peer out. He was about seven stories up and had a decent view of part of the city. The rest was much like his current location...deserted. This was very strange. Why the hell was he here? It had taken a while for him to fully register that he had, indeed, wound up completely alone in what appeared to be in the middle of the damned city. How?

It was dark. Real dark. The man struggled to stand up and searched the wall. He found a switch and hit it. He was instantly flooded with light. Who am I? Where am I?
As his eyes adjusted to the light, his memory was coming back. He was called Barry Ludberg. He looked around and realized he was in an underground tunnel. What am I doing in this place? He checked himself for any injuries, checked his revolver, and discovering no problems, headed to the direction he thought was right.
After many hours stumbling through the tunnel, tripping on rocks, he had finally come to the end of it. He noticed a bunch of homeless people sleeping so he tiptoed through them and came to a trapdoor. What he found when he opened it shocked him.