NationStates Jolt Archive

Today a group of 6 armed under the disguise of airport workers stormed a Manarthian 747-400 and are holding all passengers hostage.The plane is on the ground the APU is on (which is basicaly a generator incase you dont know).The plane is fully fueled all windows have been covered and the men are armed with 2 M-16's and the rest have Glock 19's.The men had been working as servicemen on Manarthian Airline system for 3 years and have been planning this attack for several weeks.


OOCIm not a n00b Orion Pirates is just my nation where I can do bad things and not get nked.If youy would like to RP just post here saying so.

Manarth would like to participate.

Ok .

::Captain Marcus Johnson of the local police force in St. Matthewstown is woken up from a nap by a ringing phone::

Johnson (Picking up reciever): What do ya want?

Lt. Stevens: Um, Captain. There's been a terrorist incident at the airport. We've got a plane filled with civilians that are being held hostage.

Johnson: How... ::Shakes his head to clear it:: How many are there?

Lt. Stevens: We think about 4 or 5 sir. We haven't heard much from the plane, no demands, no passengers killed yet thank the prophet, nothing at all.

Johnson: I'll be right over. Call up SWAT and the Marine Tactical Unit. ::Hangs up Phone::

::Johnson puts on his badge, and puts away his bottle of Jack Daniels Tennesse Whiskey. Picking up his service revolver, stolen from an army officer in the recent civil war, he looks at himself in the mirror::

Johnson: Oh well, substance over style this time I guess.

::He walks out of the office to a waiting squad car, which drives to the airport::

*Via Aircraft Radio*

We are the Orion Pirates...our demands are that 1 trillion dollars be sent to be wired to an account I will notify you of when you are ready to pay the money...and to shows were seriuos.

A Female passengers face appears in the window but is soon shattered by a single rifle round.

You have...6 hours.

::Johnson pulls up in the squad car. He gets out and runs to the Lutenant who is already on the scene as the shot is fired. Everyone ducks for cover::

Johnson: What is going on?! Did someone just get shot?

Lt. Stevens: The've just anounced their demands to the tower. They're calling themselves the Orion Pirates, and they've just shot a passenger. Tower says their demand is 1 Trillion dollars. Holy Prophet, sir.

Johnson: Calm down Stevens. I've fought Edenstien backed Army troops in Port Hrabe. A few simple terrorists aren't going to beat my country out of a trillion.

Is SWAT on it's way?

Stevens: Yes Captain. I've also taken the liberty of deploying the men so the terrorists can't get out. But I've also had to shut down the airport here until we resolve this situation, and getting the people out of it has strapped us a bit.

Johnson: Damn lack of funding, that's what it is. I can't be helped now. Get on the horn to Lake Clarke City, and ask if they can spare any police. And while you're at it, get that Marine Tactical Unit in here, we might need them.

Stevens: Yes Captain.

Johnson: Oh and Stevens?

Stevens: Yes?

Johnson: Did they give us a timetable yet?

Stevens: Six hours.

Johnson: Ok. I'm getting up to tower. I want to talk to these guys.

::Johnson, in the Carl Wainright Memorial Airport Tower, gets on the radio and tries to contact the plane::

Johnson: This is Captain Johnson with the SMPD, will the Orion Pirates please respond.

::Riiing... Riiing... Riii*::

Secretary: Office of the Prime Minister. May I ask who's calling?

Lt. Stevens: This is Lt. Stevens of the SMPD. Can I speak to the Prime Minister please. ::Sounds of sirens can be heard in the background::

Secretary: And what is the nature of the call?

Stevens: Terrorists have hijacked a plane.

Secretary: Ok. You're fifth on the list. Please hold.

Stevens: Did you hear me? Terrorists!

Secretary: (voice barely heard in the phone) Some Lt. wants to talk to you, Mr. Prime Minister... No I don't know what division he's from, something something PD. Something about a terrorist. Yes, I'll put him through. (Now heard clearly with a snobish attitude) Well I guess you're first on the list now. I'll put you through.

Stevens: Thank y...

::Click::

Prime Minister Mathias Brock: What is it?

Stevens: Mr. Prime Minister, there's a group of terrorists on board Flight 343 out of St. Matthewstown. They've already killed one woman, but I'm not sure who, and their demanding one trillion dollars in six hours.

Brock: No way in hell we're paying that! We couldn't get that kind of money in six hours if we tried. Have you called up SWAT yet?

Stevens: Yes sir, and I'm going to call MTU. Captain Johnson is trying to talk to them.

Brock: Good idea, this'll be a great test to see what they can do. I'll release some information right away, good luck Lt.

Stevens: Thank you Mr. Prime Minister.

::Prime Minister Brock walks out to the podium where DPM Vandershale has just been answering questions. The press seems unaware of what is happening, as none of the questions deal with the recent events unfolding in St. Matthewstown::

Brock: Hello everyone. Today is a grave day for Manarth. I have just recieved word that a terrorist group has siezed control of Flight 343 out of St. Matthewstown which was bound for Kent. Over 400 souls are onboard that flight, and 210 of them are our countrymen.

The terrorists, calling themselves the Orion Pirates, have demanded a ransom of one trillion dollars for the safe return of the passengers. And they've already executed one of the passengers to show how serious they are. However, they have given us a timetable of mearly six hours to acomplish this immnese feat.

We can't gather the money in six hours. It is impossible. So at this time I ask that the terrorists please either lower their demands or up the time table. There is no way we can negotiate with you if you are unreasonable.

If you are watching this, please do not harm any of the people on that flight. We plegde to get you the money, if you just give us more time.

No questions.

::Brock grabs Vandershale, who is going back to the microphone, and hustles him away::

::Mark McMillan was having a bad day. First, his father had died last night, making his visit to his native COC, scheduled for weeks in advance, that much worse. Then, he'd spilled coffie on his brand new suit while in the airport. And now, he was trapped on a plane with gun toting terrorists that had already killed a woman::

::He looked around. He had counted several terroists already, but with similar weapons and uniforms, he was unsure of the exact number. He figured there had to be about 7. But without a weapon of his own, he was loath to try anything rash::

::Seated in first class, near the front of the plane, he planned his next move::

*To each other*This plane is too crowded..let them off or kill some?
Kill a few let some go.

ATTENTION EVERYONE!If you are in rows 1-15 off!If not stay or well kill you.*Opens door and moves to wall to avoid sniper fire.

* Radios Manarth We will come to your aid on the hijacking upon request. *

*CoC Special Air Services Troops can be their in 2 hours if needed*

OOC: Flight 343, lol, you couldn't know. LOL. Only Edenstein will get why this is Funny.

(can i join in???)

::McMillan looks at his ticket *Row 14*::

McMillan: Well, looks like I get off now.

::He spots a pregnant woman two seats behind him::

McMillan: Aw, hell. ::Hands his ticket to her:: Get out of here.

Woman: (In a wisper) Thank you Mr. Press Secretary.

::Woman walks out crying::

McMillan: ::Sitting down in her seat:: Aw hell. Continues to look around for a chance to do something.

DPM Vandershale: At this time we have an official list of the nationality of the passengers onboard the aircraft:

211 - Manarth
147 - COC
30 - Viert Reich
2 - Gnome Grown
1 - West Palm Beach
1 - Tsurannani

The dead woman has been identified as Michelle Stuart, a local business woman. We appologize to her family for being unable to save her. Prophet willing we'll save the rest.

We have invited COC and Viert Reich to send aid in rescuing the passengers.

::Gets handed a paper::

This just in. 30 passengers have been released. We now have the following update on passengers.

196 - Manarth
140 - COC
25 - VR
0 - GG
0 - WPB
1 - Tsurannani

*onboard the FCS K-Bar SSTN-2 ,submerged 20 miles of the Manarthian Coast, Commander Sam Carsten receives a Flash Message. He quickly skims over it. *

Carsten: Dive officer Surface the boat, and get Captain Bartlett up here now.

Dive Officer: Aye Aye, Sir.
*the modifed Ohio class Submarine creeps to the surface*

*A man with Captains bars in a CoC Army Uniform runs up to the Skipper of the K-Bar and snaps to attention*

Bartlett: Captain Bartlett reporting as ordered sir.

Carsten: We've got a hostage situation in Manarth, a 747 is sitting Hijacked at a Manarthian Airport. 147 of the Passengers are citizens of the Federation. You will go in with one platoon and fix the problem, but will make no moves without approval from the government, is that clear soldier?

Bartlett: Hooah sir, and I'm going to give those terrorist bastards a swift kick in the nuts, sir.

*20 men gear up inside the submarine, 2 carrying M-96 sniper rifles and Ghille suits, the rest dressed in all black and carrying silenced MP-5's, Glock .40's and Flash Bangs. There is also one gunner with a M-60, they climb aboard a MH-73 as it is spooling for take off*

*The Helicopter takes off and heads for Carl Wainright Memorial Airport*

::Captain Johnson remains on the radio trying to get contact with the terrorists. Meanwhile, down below, the SWAT team radios in::

4: One this is four. I've got movement. Door's opening.

One: Hold your fire. Sniper, light is red.

Sniper: Copy

Four: Passengers! I've got passengers exiting!

One: Copy that. Hold up, we'll move in if we get the signal from Cap. ::Changes channels:: Cap, do you copy?

Johnson: I'm here. It's in your hands, if you have the oppertunity go.

One: Roger that. ::Switches channels:: Ok boys, we've got a yellow light for mission. Baker is the signal to move, Charlie turns on the green light, Kitchen scrubs it.

::The passengers leave the plane, a pregnant woman being the last to leave. The door closes::

One: Kitchen, I say again, Kitchen. Go get those people to safety.

::Swat moves in and collects the passengers::

Deleated for redundancy

*The MH-73 Lands at another part of the airport, the men offload themselves, and wait for another MH-73 to land carrying their equipment

The men are loaded onto an airport bus and driven over to the command post outside the plane*

Captain Bartlett: MacLean and Gandee you two pick some obsevation points and try to gather any intelligence, see if they left the cockpit door open so you can look through the Cockpit windscreen.

*MacLean and Gandee grab their rifles and scout out vantage points to set up camp*

Bartlett: Abercrombie, I want you to go over and spike the plane, see if you can't get into the cargo area and spike the passenger compartment. I want to know what is going on inside of there.

*Abercrombie grabs his bag and runs towards the plane as the rest of the team covers him*

* VR sends 100 swat team men to Manarth *

Fredrick: comply with Manarth's orders

::Stevens deploys the SWAT officers to aid in croud control and guard the exits of the plane::

*CoC Special Air Services Troops can be their in 2 hours if needed*

OOC: Flight 343, lol, you couldn't know. LOL. Only Edenstein will get why this is Funny.

lol we never ended up doing anything with that.....

*Abercrombie gets close to the plane and gets out an portable cutter and starts slicing on a door to the cargo area as one sniper with a .308 winchester rifle covers him.*

*the door is cut open and Abercrombie with his MP-5SD out enters the aircraft with his bag of goodies*

*cough* Orion Pirates *cough* its your turn to post.

bump

::Five days have passed since the Orion Pirates last moved in their siezure the Manarth airliner. And the Pirates, losing interest, give themselves up to the authorites::

The End! :D

OOC: I'm getting bored waiting for you to post. So I'm ignoring this thread now. Sorry.

::The First Manarthian Howitzers commanded by Sgt. Jake Featherstone, fire thier ignore cannons at the aircraft to celebrate Manarth's victory over terrorism::