NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Anyone is welcome to sign up, detailed character RP of the training will commence as soon as I have enough signups. For information about Amerigo see it's World Factbook http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=435601 (here)

IC:
TO BE DISTRIBUTED IN ALL NATIONS OF THE WORLD
Pamphlet:
"Amerigo is a land of contrast, a land of rugged individualism, and a nation that is old and remains but a brief memory to even the oldest nations of the world. Founded on violance, famed for violance and the Great Amerigan Slaver War, the people of Amerigo have grown tough and calloused. The nation that had once been ripped apart by a devastating war has been building up its defenses to insure that no foreign hostile military force will set its foot on Amerigan soil. Now the elite commandos of Amerigo, the Amerigan Marine Legion (commonly known as the Amerigan Death Squads) have been authorized to start an Amerigan Foreign Legion.

Do you think you're tough? Do you think you can be the best of all your countrymen? Prove it, by training under the toughest elite units of the world.

Don't worry. This is not betraying your homeland. Amerigo has no hostile intentions against any nation in the world, at the moment. The purpose of the Amerigan Foreign Legion is to create a unified fighting force that will be able to respond to matters of international emergency like terrorist activity and dangerous rebellions in unstable countries.

After your extensive 5 year training, you will be allowed to go back to your own country. You will ALWAYS be a citizen of your respective country first and a member of AFL second. So if you decide or are required to serve by your nations military in any conflict, you will be exempt from any order the AFL makes. The AFL will not ask of you to fight against your own country. The AFL respects the sovereignity of all nations.

If you decide to sign up, a background check will be conducted with the help of your respective nations authorities. If you are accepted into the AFL, you will be provided lodgings and food at one of Amerigo's military bases for the duration of 5 years. (Injury or death occuring during the time of training is a possibility. AFL, AML, the Council of Military Affairs, and the Amerigan government assumes no liability.)

To sign up complete the following application form:
________________
Name:
Nationality:
Citizenship:
Gender:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Occupation:
Medical Conditions (if any):
Living Family (if any):
Military History (if any):
References (friends, employers):
Daily Excercise Routine:
Education History:
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):

The below part is to be completed by a government official of the respective nation that the applicant is a citizen of.
Background Check
Criminal History (including crimes not convicted of):
History of Political Agitation:
Rate the Applicant's Completion of a Citizens Duties (ie. voting, military service etc.)
Military Service (if any) Evaluation:
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):
________________________

ooc: Any objection to a generic/freelance citizen(not one from my nation) participating?

The AFL will ask of you to fight against your own country. The AFL respects the sovereignity of all nations. Is this saying the legionary may have to fight thier own nation, or is it a mis-print?

ooc: Any objection to a generic/freelance citizen(not one from my nation) participating?

Is this saying the legionary may have to fight thier own nation, or is it a mis-print?
OOC: Whoops. Yes, that is a misprint.

And there are no objections. You could get 'em to fake the citizenship documents and evaluation or something of the sort. It would make things more interesting, indeed.

Name: Mirok Le'Tu
Nationality: Vorcolian *
Citizenship: Vorcolian *
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 201lb
Occupation: Unemployed
Medical Conditions: None
Living Family: Sister, 2 Brothers
Military History: Militia
References: Good worker(E), Energetic(F), Dependable(F,E)
Daily Excercise Routine: 2 sets of 30 minutes on treadmill, 2 sets of 100 sit-ups, 2 sets of 40 push-ups, Free-weights
Education History: U1, Partial certificate in carpentry and welding
Special Notes:

The below part is to be completed by a government official of the respective nation that the applicant is a citizen of.
Background Check
Criminal History: None
History of Political Agitation: Nothing out of the ordinary
Rate the Applicant's Completion of a Citizens Duties: Average
Military Service Evaluation: Militia, 4 years service, made rank of corperal.

ooc: * it's an actual nation, of the Genus Puppet, that I own.

Name: Ryan McManus
Nationality: Imitoran
Citizenship: Imitora
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 215 pounds, mlean muscular build
Occupation: Currently unemployed
Medical Conditions (if any): None
Living Family (if any): Brother Connor, Mother Marry, Father James
Military History (if any): 4 years Imitora Colnial Marine Corp, 6 years Gladeus Dei PSC
References (friends, employers): SSGt. James Madson (ICMC platoon commander), David McMurry (Gladeus Dei operational coordinator)
Daily Excercise Routine: Five mile run, mile swin, general calesthenics, light wieght lifting every other day
Education History: Standard Imitoran pre college schooling (grammer school and highschool)
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know): None


Background Check
Criminal History (including crimes not convicted of): General highschool pranks, no jail time on record, two speeding tickets (both paid)
History of Political Agitation: None
Rate the Applicant's Completion of a Citizens Duties (ie. voting, military service etc.) 10 out of 10, plenty of voulenteer work with local police forces, military service
Military Service (if any) Evaluation: 8 out of 10, fellow servicemen believed he was capable of SF duty, but he claims he just didn't want to.
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know): None

OOC: As we wait for more signups, does anyone have any questions about anything?

Name: Jacob Rollings
Nationality: Allanean
Citizenship: Allanean
Gender: M
Age: 29
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 100 lb
Occupation: Unemployed
Medical Conditions (if any): Non
Living Family (if any): 3 Sisters, 6 brothers
Military History (if any): Constitutional Militia of Allanean Florida [2 years], CSAF [dow years]
References (friends, employers): Excellent instructor/drill sergeant [His CO]
Daily Excercise Routine: 3-mile-run
Education History: Homeschooled
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):

The below part is to be completed by a government official of the respective nation that the applicant is a citizen of.
Background Check
Criminal History (including crimes not convicted of): No crimes.
History of Political Agitation: Unknown to the government.
Rate the Applicant's Completion of a Citizens Duties (ie. voting, military service etc.): Ezcellent serviceman. Does not vote.
Military Service (if any) Evaluation: Honorary discharge
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):

OOC:

Two more or so and I'll start it up.

bump

OOC: Is nobody else interested? :(

Official notice from the Republic of Ashlavar’s Department of Security



To the Leader(s) of Amerigo:

We have received your recruiting pamphlets for your “foreign” legion and it shall NOT be given out in our nation. We, the President, as well as Congress view this as a direct attack on our sovereignty as a nation and will treat it as such. Not a droplet of Ashlav blood shall be shed for the defense of your nation. For attempting to turn our people into your soldiers and sending this to us without our consent, the Federal Government of Ashlavar hereby suspends any and all diplomatic relations with Amerigo. This includes (but is not limited to):

• People with an Amerigan passport not being permitted to enter our nation
• Any and all trade relations are hereby cut off
• Our airports shall be pressured to stop flights to your nation
• Any Amerigan people currently inside the Republic of Ashlavar shall be arrested and deported back to Amerigo.
• No military aid shall ever be given (even in the most desperate of situations)
• Any Amerigan writings and/or filmed productions shall be suspended for Ashlav use.


Keep in mind, these penalties are being put in place merely because we believe that you are trying to compromise our national security by turning our own people against us. Once you can prove to us that these were not your intentions, our embargos shall be lifted.



Regards,

Secretary of Defense Richard D. Cooper

Official notice from the Republic of Ashlavar’s Department of Security



To the Leader(s) of Amerigo:

We have received your recruiting pamphlets for your “foreign” legion and it shall NOT be given out in our nation. We, the President, as well as Congress view this as a direct attack on our sovereignty as a nation and will treat it as such. Not a droplet of Ashlav blood shall be shed for the defense of your nation. For attempting to turn our people into your soldiers and sending this to us without our consent, the Federal Government of Ashlavar hereby suspends any and all diplomatic relations with Amerigo. This includes (but is not limited to):

• People with an Amerigan passport not being permitted to enter our nation
• Any and all trade relations are hereby cut off
• Our airports shall be pressured to stop flights to your nation
• Any Amerigan people currently inside the Republic of Ashlavar shall be arrested and deported back to Amerigo.
• No military aid shall ever be given (even in the most desperate of situations)
• Any Amerigan writings and/or filmed productions shall be suspended for Ashlav use.


Keep in mind, these penalties are being put in place merely because we believe that you are trying to compromise our national security by turning our own people against us. Once you can prove to us that these were not your intentions, our embargos shall be lifted.



Regards,

Secretary of Defense Richard D. Cooper

The People's Council of the Glorious Socialistic Empire of Amerigo jointly send this message in response to your complaint.

Your concerns are noted and the Amerigan government respects your view on this issue. We gladly comply with your wishes to stop printing the pamphlet from being spread throughout your nation. The Amerigan government respects another nation's sovereignity. We deeply regret that your nation is breaking off all diplomatic relations with Amerigo, but realize the reasoning behind it.

Although, all will be done within our efforts to stop the spread of the pamphlet Amerigo cannot guarantee to fully halt it. Since, confiscating a pamphlet is an impossible task for any government to attempt, Amerigo cannot be held responsible for continued spread of the pamphlets already printed. However, if a simple pamphlet is enough to "turn [your] people agaisnt [you]" The Glorious Socialistic Empire of Amerigo is hardly at fault.

On behalf of the People of Amerigo,

The People's Council Joint Assembly

OOC: Still no more interest... I'll give it a few more days... but I'm close to giving up on this idea.

Why not just go with what we have here in the thread, and have a few NPCs for cannon fodder in the story controled by you?

Why not just go with what we have here in the thread, and have a few NPCs for cannon fodder in the story controled by you?
Very well... I am glad someone is genuinely interested in this thread. I will wait until Monday or so and start it up no matter what.

OOC: We'll start with a little prelude to the RP. When the actual training begins it will get its own thread.

IC:
Administrative assistant, Bill Heren, stood outside the gates of the Borleone International Airport holding a big cardboard sign, above his head. "AFL Recruits" the sign said, in neatly printed, black-sharpie letters. He stood in the large swarming morass of shifting people that pushed and shoved their way through the narrow sterile white tunnel.

This was the only bottleneck of the exceedingly complex airport design. This was the only place Heren would be able to meet all the respective recruits, without running from gate to gate. Unfortunately, during busy hours such as this, standing there with that large sign over his head, made his job sufficiently more difficult. There were other equally brilliant tactical geniuses who chose to stand there. They, however, lacked sufficient training and were overwhlemed by the surge of sweaty bodies rushing at them in a merciless flow of apathetic faces and dirty clothing.

Heren stood his ground. He stood his ground for hours upon hours--since he wasn't informed of specific arrival times. He waited patiently, barely moving, at all, breathing slowly and scanning the place where the tunnel took a turn--where the recruits would come from. His face expressed nothing, but a growing hatred and bitterness bourgeoned underneath his calm facade.

The administrative aid, was a rather burly, rather muscular man, but rather short. His light blue eyes, however, seemed to burn with such hatred that his size would be markedly inflated in the eyes of anyone who dare look him in the face. It was because he had failed. He couldn't make it into a combat unit of the Marine Legion... He passed basic ML training, got far, pushed himself to the very limit, but still failed. He couldn't pass the advanced classes of training. He tried them all, each one markedly different in the talent it capitalized on. He was good enough for the basics, and that was all. That's why they put him into an administrative position. Now he was a goddamned errand boy. He scowled. His hawkish nose, his slightly hollow eyes, and prominent chin created such a proud and arrogant profile. But... His pride was broken and now he stewed in bitterness, jealousy and hatred. Expressing nothing in his facial features--yet everything in his burning eyes.

The first recruit had turned a corner. He knew instantly that this one was here for the AFL. He saw it in the walk--in the subtle behavior. He clenched his teeth, staring hatefully at him, then waved his banner at this recruit.

OOC: Anyone can jump in here...

Mirok Le'Tu was glad to have gotten off the stuffy plane. While having more than ample leg room and comfortable seats, it was still stuffy.

He hefted his carry-on bag and headed to the bathroom before stopping by one of the 'micro-resturants' where he got a bottle of cranberry juice. As he meandered down to the baggage pick-up he found that the foot traffic was being directed by the architecture and gave a mental, "Thumbs up and F*** you." to the architect.

Seeing a sign for AFL recruits he headed over to see a man about his height, maybe a bit shorter, who was glaring daggers at him. He just gave a shrugged and let the man's glare slid over him "So you are the one we're suppose to report to?" He asked, "If so I'm Mirok Le'Tu."

Heren shifted his gaze away from this new recruit and returned to starting at the corner. Although as he did so, he pulled out a cell phone, casually dialed a number, and said,

"One of 'em 's hea. Come git 'em."

Then he closed his phone, put it away, and all of a sudden thrust out his hand for a handshake and grumbled,

"Name's Heren. Glad ta meet ya... Da guy who'll take ya dere's comin'. I gotta wait for da rest of youse."

He paused, still staring at the corner, from where new people perpetually emerged. Then as if remembering that Mirok was still there, took a quick sidelong glance at him and asked,

"Why'dya decide ta do dis?"

"Why'd I choose to do this? Needed a job, the advertisment was interesting, couldn't join the military back home." Mirok replied, "I like to challenge and push myself as well."

Ryan McManus opened his eyes slowly. The change in pressure from the descent of the aircraft had woken him from a peacefull sleep. He looked out the window, then pulled off his headphones, the trance filling the small space around him momentairily, before turning off the Mp3 player, and tucking it into one of his two carry ons.

The plane landed, and docked, and he grabbed his two carry ons, one from under the seat in front of him, and one from the overhead compartment. They contained his gear, some magazines, the Mp3 player, and a few fresh changes of clothes. And of course, an old, leather bound copy of the Bible, printed in Ancient Imitoran. He departed the plane, and pulled a pair of silver rimmed aviator style sunglasses from his pocket, slipping them over his eyes.

His walk was the standard of the special operator. The one that said "I'm not in the mood to be fucked with" with out so much as saying "look at me." It was the swagger of a confident person that knew he was bad ass. Not ok, not good, not great, but flat out one hundred percent bad ass.

It was odd that Ryan had this walk, becuase as long as he had been fighting and killing for whomever wrote their name on his paychecks, he had never been officialy a memeber of any special forces unit. It wasn't that he didn't have the skill, no, it was the desire. In Imitora, 85% of Special Operators ended up staying in for life, making them a carrer. It was good for that 85%, but Ryan was part of that 15% that wanted something else. He wanted to be more than just a soldier, and ended up in the Gladeus Dei, an Imitoran Private Security Operations Group. Or, more truthfully, mercenary group.

But he wasn't here on pay, no he was here on free will. And that free will brought him towards the banner that read "AFL". He looked over towards the two men standing there, and swaggered on over.

Heren shrugged dismissively and in a slow, lazy drawl remarked,
"I's s'pose t's as good a raisen as an-eh..."

He stopped in what appeared to be mid-sentence by the sound of his speech's pace. He jerked his neck around and stared behind him at a man who was notedly different from the rest of the crowd. A sinewy, skinny man with a crooked, almost perverse smirk, an equally crooked nose and a noted limp approached them. The man looked like a bony caricuture more than a man. Perhaps thats what stole everyone's attention from the right-arm sleeve of his shirt, which flapped armlessly at his side.

"This him?" this strange figure yelled, still yards away, an unnerving grin pasted on his face. Heren now had his back to the corner from where a new recruit, McManus, emerged from. Had anyone looked closely enough, one would have seen Heren's pupils dance to the right corner and then back at the sinewy man. As McManus was but a few feet away, Heren declared,

"Yeah n' hea 's 'notha 'un."

The bony man quickly closed the distance between them and he articulated his greeting to both Le'Tu and McManus,
"Good afternoon, sirs. I trust you both had an enjoyable flight?"

He made a pause so brief as to have ample time to size them up with a quick glance, but not long enough to allow anyone to utter a word in response.

"I'd give you my proper name," he continued, all the while smiling brightly, "but those who knew me by that name are all dead. Everyone just calls me Noodles nowadays."

"Then hello Noodles. I take it you are the one who will be taking us to the testing and training facilities?" Mirok asked after Noodles had introduced himself.

He looked Noodles up and down, doing a quick assessment of the man, before turning to see the cocksure guy that the man with the sign had mentioned. "What a prick." He thought, letting no trace of his opinion reach his face.

He then turned back to Noodles, "Are we going to be waiting for other recruits or going on ahead?"

"Eager to start your training? Aren't ya?" the oddly-named man asked quickly. Then with a chuckle remarked, "We'll get there in due time." He glanced over the two recruits again and reached into his pants pocket with his left arm pulling out a packet of cigarrettes. He brought the whole pack up to his face and pulled one out with his teeth. He casually replaced the pack into his pocket and took out a lighter.

As he lit up, he looked at Mirok, and remarked,

"I have to admit, it's not very common for me to meet someone who doesn't ask why people call me Noodles." He paused, as he put away his lighter.

Heren was once again staring intently at the bend.

"And I have to say, I'm not used to not taking the time to explain why. Hell, the explanation only usually leads to more questions. But I like your style, kid. You got good potential. Direct. Eager. Don't waste time, with pointless questions. Too bad we got an awfully long ride to the offices and I'm damn used to rambling about myself and too impatient to listen..."

He let out a long boisterous laugh. The laugh dwindled after a few second and he remarked,
"Don't worry, kid, we'll get going in sec. Just let me finish this smoke. Regulations prohibit smoking in the car..."

(ooc: Hope this isn't too late!)

Name: Levidin Versavic
Nationality:Evir
Citizenship:Holy Empire of Evir Bruck Saulsbury
Gender:Male
Age:28
Height:2.03 m
Weight: 94.8 kg
Occupation:Unemployed
Medical Conditions (if any):none
Living Family (if any):none
Military History (if any): Yes, 7 years.
References (friends, employers):none
Daily Exercise Routine:a hundred push ups, a hundred sit-ups, a morning run until I've worked off the booze (ten miles for a good night), weekly weight training.
Education History: Graduated high school, one year of Military Academy.
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):No.

The below part is to be completed by a government official of the respective nation that the applicant is a citizen of.
Background Check
Criminal History (including crimes not convicted of):None reported
History of Political Agitation:None, very loyal citizen.
Rate the Applicant's Completion of a Citizens Duties (ie. voting, military service etc.): Excellent in early years, fell off since last years of military.
Military Service (if any) Evaluation: Notes of Gen. Elicis-"Final rating was four out of ten. He was a top notch soldier, earned high praise early, excellent skills in hand to hand, weapon accuracy and strategy. Even could take orders for a hot headed individual. Was even excepted into the Elite First Guard, after only four years, an amazing accomplishment. Unfortunately, he resigned his commission before completing his term of service. Grew dissatisfied with military life and obedience. Started drinking. A pity, excellent soldier, just couldn't keep with the Imperial ideals."
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know): None.
________________________

"I figured if you wanted us to know, you'd tell us, if not, no sense asking a pointless question." Mirok replied "Do you mind if I grab my bag now or should I wait till we're headed out?"

He finished off his juice and dumped it in a nearby trashcan.

From the sacred desk of the earth-mother:

Dearest nations of the world. We the followers of the earth-mother's teachings vehemently oppose this grand army. It will protect noone and only cause other nations to do the same. International warmachines will only lead to international war. A weapon of power is only a deterent after the muscle has been flexed. We beseech, nay, we beg you cease and desist. You build a massive army and the spirtual people pleed for peace, you build a mother of all bombs, and it is the spiritual nation that begs you not to use it, are there no recruits in the war against war? In addition please cease the distributioin of your pamphlets in the Holy Nation of Ninhursag. We choose to protect ourselves when need be, but we will not aid you in warmongering.

His Holiness the theocrat of Ninhursag,
Hierophant Kugler, the defender of the light

(ooc: Hope this isn't too late!)


OOC: Not too late. Accepted. Feel free to introduce your character into the prelude whenever.

"I figured if you wanted us to know, you'd tell us, if not, no sense asking a pointless question." Mirok replied "Do you mind if I grab my bag now or should I wait till we're headed out?"

He finished off his juice and dumped it in a nearby trashcan.

"Ah yes. Go get your bag," he answered, "I'll be here."

OOC: I'm "pausing" to wait for Imitora's next post.

Mirok headed to the baggage carousel, snagged his hockey bag and returned.

ooc: k

From the sacred desk of the earth-mother:

Dearest nations of the world. We the followers of the earth-mother's teachings vehemently oppose this grand army. It will protect noone and only cause other nations to do the same. International warmachines will only lead to international war. A weapon of power is only a deterent after the muscle has been flexed. We beseech, nay, we beg you cease and desist. You build a massive army and the spirtual people pleed for peace, you build a mother of all bombs, and it is the spiritual nation that begs you not to use it, are there no recruits in the war against war? In addition please cease the distributioin of your pamphlets in the Holy Nation of Ninhursag. We choose to protect ourselves when need be, but we will not aid you in warmongering.

His Holiness the theocrat of Ninhursag,
Hierophant Kugler, the defender of the light

TO Ninhursag's "sacred desk":

Your concern has been noted. However, Amerigo will not scrap this costly project, because of outrageous enviormentalistic requests. However, we respect the sovereignity of all nations and will comply with your request to cease the distribution of the pamphlets.

Take note, however, that The Glorious Socialistic Empire has experienced the ravages of war and realized that the best way to stop an invasion or terrorist attack is to prevent it. This foreign legion will prevent terrorist activity and dangerous insurgencies that seek to damage civilians and civillian property. If your misguided enviormentalist religion calls this type of prevention warmongering, then I pray that your nation does not find itself in the position where superior forces seek to change your governmental policies by ravaging your lands.

Sincerely,
Councilman Xytras
Council of Defense
The Glorious Socialistic Empire of Amerigo

OOC: Oh and once they get out of the airport. I'll make the RP a seperate thread. This will be a signup/general stuff about the project thread.

The sign the man had held had been allowed to drop, the two men who had walked up to the sign holder had distracted him. Obviously, fellow recruits such as himself. He couldn't expalin why he had spent the last few minutes just watching instead of walking over there, as he could find no doubts to this choice of action.

Levidin had the entire plane ride to contemplate why he was doing this, or if he should even be here. But those doubts had come up empty; he had problems in the homeland, and needed to leave. Something was missing, and he needed to find it. Of course, why a Foriegn Legion would have what he needed was unknown to him. Perhaps it could came to the fact that the only thing he had ever been good at had been the military, and even if he had to leave, it was the only place he had belonged. All too complicated.

He sighed, adjusting his shades as he walked over to the group.

From the Sacred Desk of Ninhursag:

I feel that there is hostility in your response. I mean no offense; I was simply addressing a concern of mine. I would like to thank you for respecting our sovereignty and the last of your pamphlets have been rounded up and will be shipped back to you, free of cost. I do hope that this choice will not spoil further attempts at diplomatic relations between our nations. In addition, there is one thing you could to do put my mind at ease. If you would allow Archbishop Franz Von Carstein to preside over any spiritual or moralistic concerns of your troops, I would feel much more at ease. Of course he will be sent by us, he will not have any actual power, and will not report to you, however he would follow all of your laws. If you accept I will send you all necessary information. I anxiously await your reply.

His Holiness the theocrat of Ninhursag,
Hierophant Kugler, defender of the light

McMansu had looked teh three men in front of him over without saying a word. They probably knew he was measuring them up, despite the reflectie nature of the tint of his glasses, but he really didn't care. They probably sized him up as well. Satisfied, he dropped his bag, and extended his hand to Noodles as he did the same. He shook it with a strong, yet not overly powerful, shake, and picked his bag back up.

He stood, quiet, letting Noodles and the other recruit converse, and, when an appropriate pause came in, spoke. "So, where exactly are we going, and how long is it gonna take? And when are we leaving?" His words were direct and stright forward, and didn't ask for any information beyond that which he cared about. There was a tinge of Irish accent in his voice, almost unoticable to anyone who wasn't directly paying attention. He scratched his arm through his shirt, getting at an invisable itch, and then did a qucik look around the surounding areas, before letting his gaze fall back on the one called Noodles.

When McManus "shook" Noodles's hand, all he felt was the fabric of Noodles's sleeve. Noodles smirked and bluntly remarked,

"Thats why they call me Noodles." As he said that he wriggled what must have been a grotesque nob of a shoulder. The sleeve dangled slightly, much as a wet noodle would. He expressed no emotion as he said that and his somewhat disturbing smirk quickly disappeared as he spotted Levidin, and morphed into a amiable grin.

"Welcome!" he cried to the approaching recruit. Then turning to the rest he added,

"Well it looks like we have enough for the first load of recruits. I'll take you all to the offices, where you'll have to speak to some of the administrative staff."

He glanced over at Heren, who remained still, glaring dutifully at the corner. Noodles shrugged turned back to the recruits and motioned for them to follow him. With that he forcibly spat out his cigarette, stomped it out and led the way out of the airport.

Once they got to the black generic SUV, they were on their way. Noodles seized the oppurtunity began reciting his anecdotes...

"Yeah. I've lost my arm, in combat. Was too close to a gernade when it went off. It messed me up real good. I don't know how I survived, but I did. I thought my career was over. I was in the Marine Legion by the way and well a busted up soldier is just no good for the ML. Lucky for me, I had some friends in high places and they set me up with this administrative job... I remember when I was leaving the hostpital, some child--a little girl of about four or five called me Noodles. The name stuck with the my buddies who were taking me out of there. It's kind of ironic really. I was a demolitions expert--and some bastard insurgent threw a gernade at me. Hell, if I didn't try to bat it away and shield my vital organs, I'd have been dead for sure. Still, it's damn ironic that a demolition expert's career gets killed by an enemy gernade. You guys have any plans as to what you're trying to get to be? Or just infantry? But hell, I suppose it is early to ask that kind of questions, you have to survive the basics first... not too sure about this new Foreign Legion--the training will probably be somewhat different--considering to become part of the Marine Legion you gotta start much younger. I'm sure the guys at the offices will tell you all the specifics..."

From the Sacred Desk of Ninhursag:

I feel that there is hostility in your response. I mean no offense; I was simply addressing a concern of mine. I would like to thank you for respecting our sovereignty and the last of your pamphlets have been rounded up and will be shipped back to you, free of cost. I do hope that this choice will not spoil further attempts at diplomatic relations between our nations. In addition, there is one thing you could to do put my mind at ease. If you would allow Archbishop Franz Von Carstein to preside over any spiritual or moralistic concerns of your troops, I would feel much more at ease. Of course he will be sent by us, he will not have any actual power, and will not report to you, however he would follow all of your laws. If you accept I will send you all necessary information. I anxiously await your reply.

His Holiness the theocrat of Ninhursag,
Hierophant Kugler, defender of the light

WIRED DIRECTLY FROM COUNCIL OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS

Please accept my deepest apologies in regards to the response one of the Councilmen from the Council of Defense sent you. The Council of Defense tends to be somewhat blunt in their responses when they are accused of "warmongering".

As for your suggestion of an observer, it is, indeed, a very difficult matter to approach. As you may or may not know, Amerigo is a nation of heightened zeal--almost all following the Amerigan Faith (indeed it has been ranked 7th most devout in the world by recent UN survey!) and such a person of a foreign faith "presiding" over moral and spiritual concerns would not be well accepted at least by our military, if not the overwhleming majority of our people.

However, we are willing to compromise. We recommend that we exchange observers. You may send your Archbishop and we will ensure his protection, but in return your nation must accept the honorable High Preacher Hoglan and ensure his protection. Is that be a reasonable suggestion?

Minister of Foreign Affairs A. Skolnick
The Head of the Council of Foreign Affairs

He nodded his head upon being greeted, a bit surprised that he was made out so quickly. He hadn't thought the picture in his file would make him so easy to pick out, figuring it was at the height of his military zeal, before he allowed a nice shadow to cover his face and a shaggy mop of hair to cover his head. Though, seeing the one armed spit out his cig made him feel a sudden longing for a cancer stick, but he felt a wave of apathy stop his hand from fishing one out. All he did was follow silently all the way to the car.

Mirok followed Noodle and the other two cadets. He glanced the new recruit up and down, shrugged and with his back and bag, headed to the car.

ooc: assuming we're going to the new thread now?

From the Sacred Desk of Ninhursag

I am gladly willing to accept your offer. High Preacher Hoglan will be given a residence in the High Zigurat in the Shining City of Light. He will be ablt to observe all manner of things from society, to religious practices, and everything in between. In the event(earth-mother forbid) of an attack, we will see to it that he has the utmost protection and he will be sent back to your country immediatly. once again I would like to send out my sincerest thanks for this oppurtunity. Archbishop Franz Von Carstein shall arrive in 6 days. May the Earth-Mother's blessings forever prevail.

His Holiness, the theocrat of Ninhursag,
Hierophant Kugler, defender of the light

Mirok followed Noodle and the other two cadets. He glanced the new recruit up and down, shrugged and with his back and bag, headed to the car.

ooc: assuming we're going to the new thread now?
OOC: Yes. I will link to the new thread, this evening--possibly 9ish or 10ish PCT.

From the Sacred Desk of Ninhursag

I am gladly willing to accept your offer. High Preacher Hoglan will be given a residence in the High Zigurat in the Shining City of Light. He will be ablt to observe all manner of things from society, to religious practices, and everything in between. In the event(earth-mother forbid) of an attack, we will see to it that he has the utmost protection and he will be sent back to your country immediatly. once again I would like to send out my sincerest thanks for this oppurtunity. Archbishop Franz Von Carstein shall arrive in 6 days. May the Earth-Mother's blessings forever prevail.

His Holiness, the theocrat of Ninhursag,
Hierophant Kugler, defender of the light

(A very formal letter arrives, complete with an elaborate seal on the envelope that among other detailed etchings says: "The Voice of The People of the GLorious Socialistic Empire of Amerigo")

As, Chief Minister and Voice of the People, I, Chief Minister Mark Kaye, authorize the proposed measure of an exchange of observers. Please see attached contract for details.

Sincerely,
Chief Minister Mark Kaye
Voice of the People
The Glorious Socialistic Empire of Amerigo

(The contract details all discussed clauses in complicated Amerigan legal jargon).

From the Sacred Desk of Ninhursag

To speed up the acceptance of other's (such as Councilman Xytras and Sister Mary Angelise) in our nations of this exchange of observers I have decided to make all information public about Archbishop Franz Von Carstein.

Name: Franz Von Carstein
Nationality: The Holy Empire of Ninhursag
Citizenship: Refer to nationality
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Ht: 5'10" or 1.8m
Wt: 165IBS or 74.8Kg
Occupation: Archbishop (one of four)
Medical Conditions: 20/30 eyesight in left eye
Living Family: All children of the Earth-mother
Military history: Trained as sniper
References: The Earth-mother, Hierophant Kugler, and Sister Mary Angelise
Daily Excersise Routine: None
Education History: Graduated Supra Cum Laude from Solace University with degrees in biochemistry and biological engineering. Attended the Scarlet monastary for religious training.

Criminal History: None
History of Political Agitation: During the great insurrection which placed Hierophant Kugler in control of ninhursag, he was imprisoned for leading a elite sniper team, but the charges were dismissed when hierophant Kugler took power.
Military Service Evaluation: N/A
Special Notes: He is trained in several martial arts and is trained to use sniper rifles as well as basic assault rifles, pistols, grenades, flame-throwers, broad swords, and has a master's in computer sciences.

I felt that it was best to make this information public so that there would be no surprises, nor would there be any reason for Councilman Xytras or others to attempt to stop this exchange. if any other information is needed please feel free to ask. He should be arriving within the next day or so. Earth-Mother Bless.

His Holiness, the theocrat of Ninhursag,
Hierophant Kugler, defender of the light

To the Foreign Legion! (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9418924#post9418924)

OOC: Ninhursag, do you want to form a seperate thread for the observer exchange?

OOC: it doesn't really matter, perhaps it would be easier using telegrams, since the things these one ppl see and report will be much different from that of other ppl. Really its up to, u already have 2 threads, do u want to have to deal with another? Its up to you. I'm the only observer right, cause if so, doesn't that seem like a waste of a thread?

From the sacred desk of Ninhursag

In honor of our most honored guest we have desided to hold a grand banquet. Our most powerful holy men will be in attendance, and security will be extremely strict, however i am would like to invite Councilman Xytras and the Council of Defense, as well as Minister of Foreign Affairs A. Skolnick. This grand banquet will take place in 17 days on one of Ninhursag's holiest days. I anxiously await your reply.

His Holiness, the theocrat of Ninhursag,
Hierophant Kugler, defender of the light

OOC. If you would like to start a seperate thread, just tell me the name, or give me the link.

OOC: Sorry for the delay in getting back to ou about this, but I've been trying to figure out some way we could make this exchange work and maybe even attract more people to participate. So I'm thinking perhaps we can jointly start some sort of program of international exchanges of observers on the pretense of furthering international harmony and that sort of thing--although it will be mostly to boost our nations' public images and demonstrate our respctive nations' alleged openness. Perhaps we should delay that project and go ahead with your ball, where you ought invite other nations as well--mayhaps to preface the international observer exchange program?

IC:

WIRED DIRECTLY FROM MINISTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS A. SKOLNICK

I am honored by your invitation and will be there. As for the Council of Defense--I will do my best to persuade all of them to join me there. But I cannot make any guarantees.

I hope I can meet your Archbishop there.

Minister of Foreign Affairs A. Skolnick
The Head of the Council of Foreign Affairs

OoC: I figure when the date gets a little closer, say tommorow i will post an invitation thread, and then in a little while RP the party itself.

OOC: The title says open, so I hope I'm not too late.

IC:

Name: Jegal Song (Djeh-gall)
Nationality: Thianon
Citizenship: Thianan
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190 (athletic build)
Occupation: Private contractor
Medical Conditions (if any): A slight case of paranoia
Living Family (if any): Father, as far as he knows
Military History (if any): 4 years basic military training, 2 years special ops. training
References (friends, employers): Lt.Gen. Siren Loh, Sgt. Keiran Lee
Daily Excercise Routine: 2 mile run, 30 minutes of weight exercise, the occasional clip's worth of target practice (so he doesn't get rusty)
Education History: Removed from the public school system at the age of 15. At the age of 21, upon having completed military service, he personally paid for two years of intense private education.
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know): Short tempered.

The below part is to be completed by a government official of the respective nation that the applicant is a citizen of.
Background Check
Criminal History (including crimes not convicted of): 3 charges of unarmed assault, 1 charge of assault with a deadly weapon, 4 charges of threats of bodily harm
History of Political Agitation: None
Rate the Applicant's Completion of a Citizens Duties (ie. voting, military service etc.): The state of Thianon does no longer have a democratic voting system.
Military Service (if any) Evaluation: Dependable soldier, with a leniary view on codes of conduct.
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know): None.

OOC: I'll wait for a green light before taking any action.

OOC: It is indeed still open... Try and work in your enterance into the main RP thread as best you can, although basically, your flight was late and you'll enter the room where everyone else is in currently. So just get your char to walk in during the middle of the major's speech.

Name:Owen MacRobin, Sir
Nationality:Cymrudian
Citizenship:Cymrudian
Gender:male
Age:27
Height:6'4"
Weight:190-athletic build
Occupation:hitman
Medical Conditions (if any):
Living Family (if any):Siwassan MacRobin,dame. sister.
Military History (if any):9 years in the Duke's Own Rifles, made rank of captain.
References (friends, employers):Lt.Col. Adian Smyth,employer, Cpt. Stoff McKraken, friend, Sgt. Fergus Davies, friend.
Daily Excercise Routine:five mile run, two mile swim, general calesthenics, weight lifting, target practice and fencing.
Education History:standard pre college, 4 years Powyn University, Cymrudia-majoredin weaponry and fieldcraft, 2 years getting masters in advanced weaponry and fieldcraft.
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):

The below part is to be completed by a government official of the respective nation that the applicant is a citizen of.
Background Check-done by Sir Frey Amarnth, Lt.Gen. Cymrudian Cavalry.
Criminal History (including crimes not convicted of):none
History of Political Agitation:none
Rate the Applicant's Completion of a Citizens Duties (ie. voting, military service etc.)excellent
Military Service (if any) Evaluation:made rank of Captain of in the Duke's Own Rifles. Two years service in the Iron Hoof Borders-north. Saw action in Athsegit Wars against natives, awarded medals for heroism and outstanding bravery in combat, Knighted for his actions at Trchenko-organization of ordered retreat, he brought up the rear guard.-wounded twice at Kampfuire, awarded Ducal Sword for actions at this battle.
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):now employed as a hitman for various groups.

You can never be too late, as the saying goes.

Name:Nexlon
Nationality:Ravean
Citizenship:Ravean
Gender:Male
Age:Thirty
Height:5'11
Weight:170
Occupation:Wanderer/soldier of Fortune
Medical Conditions (if any):None
Living Family (if any):One sister
Military History (if any):Extensive Stealth, martial arts(Ninjitsu, Savate, Xingyi, and Jeet Kune Do among them) and weapons training, followed by a single year in Ravean Special Forces
References (friends, employers):Unknown
Daily Excercise Routine:Eight mile run, many hours a day training in several forms of Martial Arts, frequent mountion climbs.
Education History:Standard pre-college, Graduated from University of Tribbs, Ravea, in a music major.
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):A very silent but effecient charachter, Nexlon is nonetheless a deadly close-combatant, and a very good rifle shot.

The below part is to be completed by a government official of the respective nation that the applicant is a citizen of.
Background Check
Criminal History (including crimes not convicted of):None
History of Political Agitation:None
Rate the Applicant's Completion of a Citizens Duties (ie. voting, military service etc.)
Military Service (if any) Evaluation:A special Agent in the Adimarian conflict, Nexlon specilizes in steath. He always comes back from missions unharmed.
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):Nexlon packs one hell of a battle suit that protects him from most small-calibur bullets. Carries several unorthadox weapons.

Name:Conrad Vallan
Nationality: White Ratorian
Citizenship: Ratorz
Gender:Male
Age:31
Height:6'6"
Weight:162lbs
Occupation:Radical Nationalist/Explosives expert
Medical Conditions (if any): Deaf in left ear, extensive scarring.
Living Family (if any): Little sister. Father
Military History (if any):Rejected Recruit for the Ratorian Military.
References (friends, employers): Head Explosives trainer from the Radical Ratorian Nationalist movement
Daily Excercise Routine:Running, running, and Hiding
Education History: Dropped out of Ratorian College to Join the Movement after studying Explosives and Gurrilla tactics
Special Notes (anything that we might need to know):Always loaded with Explosives ranging from simple flash bangs to C4 and Nitro. the only conventional weapon he has is a CZ-75 Pistol. and since his profession requires a steady hand...he is very good with it so long as he isnt on the run