NationStates Jolt Archive

::The Luxury Liner "Lady of the Ocean" will be departing Monday from the Manarthian port of Eatsville. All should have arrived by this time, although helicopters will be able to land while the ship is at sea.

Due to the sensitive nature of these talks, no non-government personel besides the staff of the ship and five (5) personal bodyguards per delegation will be allowed to come aboard::

OOC: Also, any non-LOTI or LETI nations that try to send delegates will be turned away unless they can prove they have a stake in the outcome of this summit. Sorry to all who want to take part in this, it's an internal affair.

*A lear jet with Edenstein markings on it appears in the sky coming towards Manarth from the west at 30,000 feet, on-board is Lt. Zofia, one of the two delegates that are headed to the LOTI/LETI Conference she is speaking to Lt. Gen Tempco who is the other over a teleconference*

LZ: I should be ariving in Manarth in about hour, what is your status there at the embassy?

LT: We will be leaving here shortly to head to the airport to pick you up. Are you going to be Ok on this boat?

LZ: I should be its big enough, the doctor gave me some sea sickness pills before I left just in case though. I don't see how Ulonov does it, being on those damn battleships all the time. Me I'd rather have my feet knee deep in muck and jungle.... or going across the tundra.. or.. well you get the point, anything but water....

*Tempco laughs a little, rembering back to some of the winter excercises they had done with 3rd Army*

LT: Well, we are heading out, we'll see you in a bit, Tempco out. *The screen turns off and Zofia leans back in her chair*

*Cockpit*
Pilot: Manarth tower, this is Edenstein Flight 451 from Linux with Lt. Zofia, we are currently at 30,000 heading east, ETA *checks instruments* one hour.

* A helicopter lands at Eatsville with Fredrick IV and an elite guard (remember those women in my pic), Heidi. *

Fredrick: *looks at Heidi get out of the helicopter* Oh what a great view.

Heidi: Follow me, sir.

Fredrick: Ah yes ...

West Palm Beach sends Vice President Ann Janikowski to the summit.

::Deputy Prime Minister Vandershale is waiting at the airport to greet the delegates from VR and Edenstein::

Vandershale: Now if you'll all just come with me, I'll show you to the harborfront and your rooms aboard the Lady of the Ocean.

I hope you like the emenities onboard this ship, we've got just about everything, including room service with dishes from everyone's home country. We'll be departing Monday, Prime Minister Brock will be coming onboard then with Press Secretary McMillan and Upper House Majority Leader Goldstone for the summit.

::Leads them to the ship and shows them to their penthouses::

*Robert Wallace flies into Manarth and is getting off a special directed Government owned Leerjet*

*Wallace Strecthes and cracks his neck*

*mutters*
Wallace: time to get down to knocking some heads around

*goes in search of a Manarthian Official*

Deleated for redundancy

::McMillan meets Wallace at the airport::

McMillan: Hey Rob! ::Slaps him on back:: How's your cousin doing? She still single? What do you say we get a drink before I get you to the dock? Got a nice place down by the ship where we can get some booze. What do ya say?

::McMillan meets Wallace at the airport::

McMillan: Hey Rob! ::Slaps him on back:: How's your cousin doing? She still single? What do you say we get a drink before I get you to the dock? Got a nice place down by the ship where we can get some booze. What do ya say?

Wallace: Hell Ya i could use a good beer. My god flying makes me want to drink.

::They head off the MacDuff bar and pound Guiness until their eyes go blurry::

::McMillan's driver delivers the drunken Wallace to the dock later that day::

* A crew member stares and then comes up to try to touch Heidi's chest. Heidi quickly grabs his hand, twists his arm, and makes the guy scream in pain.*

Heidi: Those are off-limits!

*Lt Zofia is walking down the halls of the ship when she gets a page on her Palm Pilot, she is updated to the situation that is brewing in the sky, she puts it away then goes and seeks out Wallace*

*A helicopter is seen landing. A rather large man steps out and it turns out to be General McDaniel being accompanied by 4 marines and one strangely dressed man in a mask. They take a look around and begin their walk aboard the ship*

*A sleek black American made Bell 222 helicopter glints in the sunlight as it touches down on the Lady of the Ocean's helipad. The passenger door opens and two Samsylvannian bodyguards step out. They stand at attention as the DOS Secretary of Foreign Affairs Daniel Jackson steps out, followed by two huge bodyguards, one of whom is wearing a marine's uniform. The last person out of the chopper is a woman dressed in a black leather uniform and sunglasses. One of the deck hands jaw drops as she steps out. She shoots him a look that sends him scampering. One of the first bodyguards, Sgt. Virgil Malloy, leans over to Daniel Jackson.*

Virgil: Daniel, you know that Zofia is going to be here, right?

Daniel: *through gritted teeth* Yes, but Samsylvannian security comes first. *continues grumbling as the welcome committee approaches. His disposition suddenly turns sunny when they come within earshot.*

Vandershale: Welcome aboard, I believe you will find the emenities here excellent.

Daniel: Thank you for having us aboard your beautiful ship. *under his breath* I hope it makes up for her being here...

*Walking through the hallways of the ship looking for Wallace, Zofia comes across the Delegation from DOS. She takes a quick look as she walks by then stops, she looks at Daniel and almost does a double take, for a brief moment, she is without words, Remembering the past that they had together, then just as quickly, happyness turns to rage and she advances towards Jackson, a fire in her eyes that has rarely ever been seen. Jackson's security gaurds catch her before she can reach him*

Zofia: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE DANIEL! I THOUGHT I WAS RID OF YOU!!!!! *Tries to reach past the lady in black and Sgt. Malloy, but they effectivly hold her back, she finaly gives up and starts to walk away* Watch you back Daniel, lets hope I don't see you with out your, *Gives The women a look up and down, and gives a rather sour face* lady.... to protect you..... *she storms off looking for her original target, Wallace*

*Wallace and his escort Charles move through the ship and see Lt. Zofia moving around*

*mutters to charles*

Wallace: oh great, that bitch is here, lets head back to my cabin

*Charles shakes his head and both of them move back to their berth*

*As a gleaming black Mi-40 touches down a side door opens and a herald trumpeter scurries out to play a short fanfare. A large side door then slides open revealing two armed SGB agents who, without hesitation, simultaneously unroll a long red carpet and scan the area from behind their Ray-Ban sunglasses. Next, Regional Delegate Latukha Brostyefski and his aide Obel Aleksandr, followed by two more SGB agents, step from the posh interior of the chopper. A steward closes the door from inside.*

Steward: Udachi i khoroshego nastroeniya! (Good luck and keep well!)

LB: Spasiba. (Thanks.)

*The door slides shut and the aircraft gently floats into the sky.*

OA: Ochen' zhdu. (I can’t wait.)

LB: -chuckles- Ti ne odna.

*The two men continue to chat as they walk the gangplank, and SGB code is heard being whispered into the shirt cuff of an agent as the trumpeter accompanies with the tune “Himno Rusia”*

::Brock, Goldstone and McMillan arrive onboard, and the Lady of the Ocean sets sail towards the St. Lawrence River::

Brock: Well, we have some time for a quick game of basketball. Then we should get down to business.

McMillan: Yeah

*Zofia gets sick of looking for Wallace, she finaly meets up with Lt. Gen. Tempco he comes up to her with some reports*

Tempco: Zofia, its good to see you, did you make it here with out any trouble?

Zofia: It was ok.. Ran into Daniel Jackson.... wanted to kill him.. I was just looking for that ass Wallace..... *looks at reports* What are those?

Tempco: Intel on the freedom people situation, apparently, they have surrendered to the HO and DOS troops that came to liberate them.

Zofia: Typical French, anymore updates as to the ghost flight situation?

Tempco: Clan planes have just fired on Ghost one, they wern't locked but apparently the next ones will be...

Zofia: What the hell are those ass's trying to prove?

Tempco: I don't know....

Zofia: Well when I find his ass, I'm gonna own it....

*Zofia and Tempco walk towards their rooms discussing the situation more*

::Goldstone goes looking for Lt. Zofia or Lt. Gen. Tempco::

Goldstone: Got to give them the good news about the pilots.

<tag, maybe I'll show up.... :wink: >

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*A CoC communications officer barges into Wallace's room*

"Sir you need to see this"

*hands wallace a peace of paper*

Wallace: Oh shit...................NO ONE is going to be happy about this.

*Daniel Jackson and his bodyguards: Virgil and Turk Malloy, The Masterchief, Teal'c, and Mist are in their suite. Teal'c and the Masterchief are unpacking several cases of communications equipment while Virgil and Turk pester each other at the door.*

Master Chief: So, Mr. Jackson, I see you have a history with that woman. I gather it didn't end well.

Jackson: You're on a need to know basis and you don't need to know.

Mist: After the way she looked me up and down? I beg to differ.

Teal'c: Daniel Jackson, we cannot protect you if we do not know from where the threat comes.

Jackson: No, I'm not telling.

Virgil: Come on...you know you want to...

Turk: Danny's got a secret, Danny's got a...

Jackson: Enough! I'm in charge around here! Shut up, all of you! *grumbles to himself*

Turk: Ooooh someone's getting testy....
*Jackson throws an empty container across the room and hits Virgil in the head.*

Virgil: See great look what you made him do! *shoves Turk*

Turk: It's not my fault you can't dodge...
*Jackson rolls his eyes and motions to Mist. She walks across the room and grabs one of each of their wrists, twisting them behind their backs.*

Mist: Have you had enough yet, kiddies?

Jackson: Okay thats enough! And no, I'm not going to tell you. Just keep her away from me!

::In the engine room of the ship, five crew members open a non-descript closet marked "Emergancy Equipment". Inside, they begin pulling out their packages::

Crew Member 1: ::Grabing a combat shotgun:: You guys all know what to do right?

2: ::Loads his Glock 9mm:: I sure do.

3: ::Picks up an SVK sniper rifle:: I'll be in possition soon.

4: ::Checks the sight on his M-14 rifle:: Damn this thing's heavy.

5: ::Pulls out an Uzi and loads it:: I told you you should bring something small.

4: But this thing's a man killer! Look at it!

2: Shut up you guys, we've got a job to do.

::They walk out different exits and take positions around Wallace's room::

*Wallace pulls his M9 Berreta out of his nightstand drawer and slams a 15 round mag into it, then chambers a round*

*Charles reachs into the closet and pulls out his Semi-auto Combat shotgun with a pistol grip and 12 round banana magazine*

Charles: I'm sure they are going to make a move on you, it'd only make sense.

Wallace: I should have brought more guards, call um McMillan and see if he wants to swing by.

*Charles Grabs a flack jacket and tosses it to Wallace*

Charles: That should help you sir.

Wallace: I hope it doesn't come to that.

*Meanwhile two SGB agents start their security sweep of the vessel. Armed only with collapsible batons the men are still wearing their sunglasses at 12:30 in the evening.*

::McMillan and Goldstone are wandering along the passnegers deck argueing about who's military would win in a battle (COCvsEdenstein)::

McMillan: Well even if you take away all the allies it would be COC.

Goldstone: Fat chance, Edenstein could outspend them and has the man power to back it up. COC wouldn't last a week.

McMillan: Hardly. The Edens... Hold on I've got a call. ::Pulls out cell phone:: Hello?

Um... I didn't even think of that.

Are there any nationals on board?

Shit.

Aww shit.

I'll be right over.

::Puts phone away:: Get to Brocks room and get his guards on high alert. Wallace thinks there's Kusoan rebels on the boat.

Goldstone: Your kidding me. I didn't even think of that.

McMillan: Do you have a weapon?

Goldstone: No. Why would I...

McMillan: Take this. ::Pulls out and hands Goldstone a .50 Desert Eagle:: Careful with that, it's my baby.

Goldstone: Shit this is heavy! What is it?

McMillan: A gun, moron. Point it at another person and pull the trigger.

Goldstone: But what?...

McMillan: Go! Now!

::McMillan runs toward Wallace's room::

*A sleek gloss black blackhawk langs on the landing pad of the cruise ship. 5 marines armed to the teeth jump out the last one out turns and pulls a set of steps down. 2 men exit the chopper, a middle aged man in an armani suit, then a younger gentleman follows him out.*
*The marine turns to the older man*
Marine: Sir! Your bags?
Gentleman: Yes please.
*The marine hops back into the chopper, carries out 2 large aluminum trunks and 2 suitcases. The remaining 4 marines grab the trunks and haul them off to the rooms.*
Marine: Sir! What about our guests?
Gentleman: They can handle theirselves. If needed help them out.
*Upon saying 5 macaroni penguins, in full natural tuxes, and combed plumes, hop out of the side of the blackhawk.. take a quick look about then all at once they run full speed for the pool and jump in*
*The marine looks dumbfounded as all the bystanders look from the penguins to the marine*
Marine: What?.. They needed a lift here...

::Sneaking through the ship, 3 takes up his position at the top of a small observation deck, overlooking the penthouses. Just as he's getting into possition, he spies Goldstone running around the corner::

3: ::picks up his radio:: I've got a shot at a secondary target.

2: Take the shot, I'll be charging in soon.

::3 points his gun at Goldstone, and pulls the trigger::

::As the shot is fired, 2 and 5 move in towards Brock's penthouse::

::1 and 4 move closer to Wallace's penthouse::

::Goldstone rounds the corner running toward Brock's penthouse. Suddenly, he hears a loud bang, and looses his footing::

Goldstone: What the... ::He looks down at his stomach, and finds that he's bleeding from a gun shot wound:: Shit.

::He looks for who shot him, and spots the sniper in the observation deck::

Goldstone: Yippie kiyee, Melon Farmer!

::He points his Desert Eagle at the sniper and pulls the trigger, falling backwords from the unexpected kickback before he could get off another shot::

::3 is hit by the .50 caliber round in the right arm::

3: AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

::2 Rounds the corner to see Goldstone on the ground::

2: MELON FARMER!!!!!

::Empties 15 shots into Goldstone::

2: 3, you ok.

3: I'm hurt. GAAAAHHHHH! I'm hurt pretty bad!

2: ::reloading gun:: They know we're here. Shot anyone that comes by.

::2 and 4 run into Brock's room::

*Inside the room McDaniel is playing cards with his "bodyguard" and the guards outside bust in.*

Marine: Sir, we've got gunfire out here down the other end! Do you want us to go investigate?
MCD: Gunfire, this is what my brother said might happen, we'd better be cautious.
Marine: Shall we?
MCD: You 2 stand guard outside, you go and see whats happening, but don't get involved.
DF: You got it.

*The bodyguard leaves and the 2 marines station themselves outside with the 2 others still asleep. McDaniel peeks at his opponents hand*

MCD: I fold...

*Zofia and Tempco hear gun shots from somewhere on the Boat. They each pull out their Izh-70 sidearms*

Tempco: What the hell?!?! What kind of operation they running around here....

Zofia: I don't know but follow me! *She takes off down the hall, Tempco runs after her*

Tempco: Where are we going?!?!?!?!

Zofia: To find that ass Wallace, I have to find him!

Tempco: Why?!?!?! I thought you hated him, Almost as much as Daniel...

Zofia: I do, but if I don't get there, someone might kill him before I get the chance to!

*they run down the Corridors towards Wallace's room as they get closer they slow down and quietly creep, they come to the corner of a hallway and peer down the hall towards wallace's room and see some armed men outside of it. Zofia looks back to Tempco*

Zofia: (Whispering) Shit, we are too late.....

Tempco: Good....

*they sit there observing for the moment*

*The gunfire interupts the Malloy brother's perpetual arguement. The Samsylvannian delegation looks at each other for a moment, but just then the satellite fax buzzes. Jackson picks it up, reads, then hands it to the others.*

Master Chief: Well that explains the gunfire.

Jackson: Shit. I've got to phone this one in. I don't know what we're supposed to do. We're supposed to be neutral in all of this, but that's not quite as easy when you're being shot at!

Teal'c: What are our orders, Daniel Jackson?

Jackson: Teal'c, you and Mist get out there and find out what's going on. And BE CAREFUL. We don't need another international incident. And Teal'c? What the hell kind of name is Teal'c?

Teal'c: I'm Canadian, Daniel Jackson.

Jackson: Oh...well anyway, get on it. Virgil and Turk will stay here and guard the suite. The Master Chief and I are going to search the ship for explosives...no telling what they're up to.

Turk: Why do we always get the lame jobs?!

Jackson: Because it's harder for you to screw them up. Move out everyone.

* Just then the partolling SGB agents come sprinting around a bend in the corridor. One agent draws his baton and sends it spinning through the air, and right into the temple of one of the nationals. The baton was thrown with such force that it bounces off of its target and returns to the agent's hand. Both agents are now within striking range of the nationals, and with their Ray Bans still on they begin to crack skulls.*

* Heidi locks the door and carefully walks out and sees Goldstone on the ground*

Heidi: Vhat happened?

Goldstone: *points*

Heidi: *hears a shot ring past her, she flashes 3, then she grabs out her SIG and sends a few caps to the one staring*

* Heidi unlocks the door and drags Goldstone into the room giving him first aid *

::Goldstone hears someone say something, but he is almost too far gone. He weakly points toward the two terrorist that just ran into Brock's room, and falls uncouncious, never to rise again::

::Inside the room, Brock looks up from his papers at the sound of gunfire, and sees two men with guns drawn. Suddenly, the rearmost one with an uzi is cracked in the skull with a flying baton.::

Brock: What the...

::The man with the 9mm smiles and empties 5 shots into Brock's head, then turns to face the SGB agents (10 shots remain in his gun). Brock, his head resembling swiss cheese, colapses onto the ground, a pool of blood sorounding his corpse::

OOC: Sorry guys, should be 5 that's running into Brock's room, he's the one with the Uzi

IC: ::As 5 is hit by a flying baton, 2 turns to face Brock and, smiling, fires 5 shots into his head. Brock colapses, obviously dead. 5 gets up, gunless, ready to fight.::

::3, stuned by Heidi's breasts, is cut down by her SIG, falling from the observation deck to the penthouse deck below.::

::1 and 4 run into Wallace's room, guns drawn::

*2 of the nationals storm into Wallace's room, as they kick down the door, they are faced with Charles smiling an evil grin pointing a very large weapon at them*

Charles: You are the weakest link..........goodbye

*he pulls the trigger and a 12 gauge slug leaps out of the barrel of his weapon, he pulls again sending another slug before the first hits its target*

*Both impact on the Lead Terrorists chest flinging him into his comrades arms and knocking both of them down*

*The second one rolls from underneath his comrade and fires his M-14 one handed, spraying Wallace's room with shots, Charles Dives in front of wallace taking one to the chest knocking him down*

*Wallace gets pissed and leaps over charles Brandishing his 9mm and fires 5 shots in quick succsession into the Terrorists head*

*Starts screaming*

Wallace: YOu Mother F*cker, I'm going to so kill all of you sons of B*tches

*though the terrorist is dead, Wallace walks up to him and fires 10 more rounds into the last Terrorist's head

*pauses to reload his clip and then runs back into his room*

*Feels Charle's neck to discover he has a pulse*

Wallace: you hold on buddy i'm going to find help

*runs out of the room practically knocking over McMillan*

Wallace: Jesus Christ, we gotta find a medic. Here, *runs back into the room and grabs Charles's Shotty and hands it to McMillan*

Wallace: Lets kill the rest of those bastards

::McMillan runs out of the room first, holding the shotgun in front of him, looking for terrorists. Finding none, he runs to the right, toward the hall that will take him to the other side of the ship and Brock's room. He passes Lt. Zophia, but does not see her::

::Wallace runs out to the left, heading for the stairs toward the ship's "medical section", hoping a doctor is on board::

*Zofia and Tempco watch as the terrorists storm into the room, they hear gunshots and some groans, they then watch as wallace and mcmillian run out, they go over to the door and look in at the aftermath of the gunfight*

Zofia: Its kinda to bad that they didn't get wallace... *Looks down at Charles and see's that he's still alive* And that they got charles instead, *neals down beside him and holds his hand, she takes off her uniform coat and puts it under his head*

Tempco, Go find a doctor.. now

Tempco: Isn't that where they probably went?

Zofia: Wallace probably was running off and hiding somewhere.

*Tempco runs off to get a doctor, and Zofia stays with charles*

*McDaniel sits in his room as his bodyguard returns*

DF: I've checked it out.
MCD: And?
DF: I searched some rooms, no one saw me. A man named Goldstone is dead, and someone named Charles is shot and Wallace is running around the ship. Both Edenstein nationals are out and about, and SGB agents got some of the terrorists.
MCD: Well, this is bad, Goldstone dieing is bad enough, if Charles dies we'll have a bigger mess then the head after Quaker Steak night. Are their any of them left?
DF: The terrorists should be all dead sir, I counted 5 bodies. One sniper, 2 in Wallaces room, and 2 from SGB agents.
MCD: This can only go downhill from here.

*Wallace Runs into Sickbay acting frantic and brandishing a gun*

Wallace: Ok who here nows how to treat a gunshot wound to the chest?

*The 4 macaroni penguins annoyed with all the gunfire climb out of the pool and head twards the smells of food. Peering inside a room they spy a fully loaded buffet table. Next to the buffett tale they see a chair.. putting 2 and 2 together the first penguin climbs the chair and begin to ravish the buffet table while the others climb on. *

*Paying little regard to onlookers they manage to eat everything in their normal diet and then some. Scouting about they spy more food on guests plates..evidently they're too busy looking then eating so the penguins decide to move in in at full force across the dining tables sending drinks,silverware, and the occasional guest scurrying in their wake.

*Looking up, after eating most of the food left over, shouts of the kitchen staff can be heard. Knowing that these human intend to break up their buffet, they hurry off into the kitchen. Rounding a corner in the kitchen they spy condensation from an open freezer door.. lured in by the sights of food and a familliar climate they quickly run in and find it much to their liking*

Condensed version: Penguins have just tore up the buffet table.. eating area and claimed the freezer as their room for the time being.

OOC: Know this is a bit after the fact... but everyone seems to post everything before i get off work.

*The marine hears goldstone running out around a corner anda radios in*
Marine: Sir we've got a runner near the birds.
Command: Stay on your toes, They may be birds but we're still protecting diplomats.
Marine: Understood over and out.

*Goldstone rounds the corner then a gun shot rings out*
Marine: We've got a tango! Birds are fine, runner has been taken out.
Command: Use necessary force to do your job; Kepp those birds safe. Triggers are free, know your target.
Marine: Understood

*The marine shouders his OICW, hears another shot ring out and sees the blood trail from the snipers arm hit the wall. Waiting a few seconds the marine decides to leave no doubt in his mind that the target hsa been taken out and fires 3 20MM grenades out of the OICW*
Command: The hell is going on out there?
Marine: SIR! I beleive the tango has been fully silenced, kill unconfirmed. *He looks up at the smoking remains of the tower* But i can say, without a doubt if he was still up there theres no way in hell hes alive.
Command: All birds still in the nest?
*The marine looks down at the pool to be sure the penguins are safe.*
Marine: Yea they'r.... FUCK!!! The birds have taken off.
Command: I'm sure they'll be fine for a few mins. Investigate that runner, provide necessary aid, then find those birds soldier.
Marine: Roger
*The marine runs over to goldstone last location*
Marine: Command, we've got a missing man.
Command: Find him.
Marine: Roger.
*The marine looks up and down the corridor noticing a few people with weapons drawn and ducks in to the nearest doorway*
Marine: Sir, multiple personell with weapons.
Command: Fall back and find those birds then. And eliminate any opposition if it comes to that.*
Marine: Roger that.
*The marine runs back to the pool and starts looking for penguin like prints*

::2 spies the Marine with the OICW and the Soviet Cheese guys, as 5 gets back to his feet::

2: Get your gun and get to the other target! I'll cover you!

5: ::bleeding from the head:: I see it. I'm out of here.

2: ::Starts fireing at the Marine and SC guards:: Go on, get out of here!

::5 picks up his Uzi, and runs toward the hall separating the penthouses::

::2 stops to reload his gun::

*Specialist patterson feels a heavy hit against his chest... knowing that he just got hit his anger starts to boil over..similar to that of a bezerker..*
Patterson: YOU MOTHER FUCKING GODDAMN COCKSUCKING FUCKING COMMIE LOVING PEICE OF FUCKIN DOGSHIT @*$*$ @($)$*&)_@+ +!@(*$(@$!()% (%)#*% ()#(*%%)!
*Patterson take the OICW up to a shoulder and emptys the remaining 10 20MM grenades into terrorist 2 sending shrapnel flying in all directions*
Patterson: Peice of shit...
*He walks up to what now remains of the terrorist pulls hit service pistol and unloads the clip into the charred pile of blood in the now ruined hallway*
Command: Patterson what the hell is going on out there?
Patterson: motherfucker dared to shoot me.... tango eliminated.
Command: Status?
Patterson: Took one to the sternum.. stopped by kevlar and steel... gotta love this shit... no wounds.. but a hell of a bruise... and im down to 3 mags of 20MM rounds.
Command: Were all those frags necessary? I think not..
Patterson: YOU get shot at a few times too many and I'll see how YOU react....

*Inside the command room a second specialist turns and looks at command*
Specialist: Think he was the right man for the guard duty?
Command: He means well.. just shows ya hes a little ticked when you shoot at him.
Specialist: Uh.....right....

::An ASW/VIP Helicoptor lands on the helipad. 8 people climb down and look around as people are running around shooting, jumping off the ship, screaming, bleeding, and cursing::

Luna: Great way to start a peace summit...

::5 shakes his head to try to clear it. He braces himself against a nearby wall to try to get his bearings.::

5: ::Puts his Uzi down and pulls out his radio:: Nate? Yaunce? You guys there?

::McMillan comes around the corner with his shotgun drawn::

5: ::Recognizing him:: You!

McMillan: AAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!

::McMiilan holds down the trigger, sending 3 .50 cal slugs into 5's chest::

McMillan: ::Spits on him:: Melon Farmer!

Ritsuko: What the HELL is going on?

Luna: I guess there's more problems than we thought.

Mr. T: I pity da foo'!

Citan: I suggest we find a safe place to... ::look back in astonishment:: Why, is that... ? !! Hmm. Maybe I was mistaken...

Guard #1 (Melvin): What'd you see.

Citan: I don't want to say, but if its who I think it is, there's going to be a LOT of trouble here! More so than there already is...

Guard 2 (Skulk Logan): Well we best keep an eye out...

* Heidi runs by the HO crew, chest bouncing *

Mr. T: *jaw drops and drools*

::McMillan pulls out his cell phone, and dials Goldstone's number. The phone keeps ringing::

McMillan: Pick up, damn it! Pick up!

::Disgusted, he turns the cell phone off and runs toward Brock's room::

::As he arrives, he sees Goldstone's mutilated corpse::

McMillan: Aw hell... ::He calls out:: Brock! You there?!

::The remains of two terrorists are all that's around outside the room. Shrapnel has blown in the large windows and the door is ajar::

McMillan: ::Walking to the door:: This isn't good. ::Holds his gun out in front of him::

::Brock is laying on the ground, his face has several holes in it from the 9mm rounds. He is not moving::

McMillan: Oh shit...

::He picks up his cell phone and calls the Deputy Prime Minister's residence::

Vandershale: Who's there?

McMillan: James! Call the Military Police and have them quadruple your guard. You're the Prime Minister now.

Vandershale: What are you talking about.

McMillan: They shot them all. Oh prophet, they're all dead. Brock, Goldstone, who knows who else... All dead.

Vandershale: Brock's dead?

McMillan: I'm looking at him right now. His face is Samsylvannian cheese.

Vandershale: Shit.

McMillan: You've got to anounce it. The people aren't going to like it, but you have to anounce it.

Vandershale: Shit.

McMillan: I've got to go, there may be more of them. I think they were after Wallace too.

::Hangs up phone::

McMillan: Now what?

::He walks out and heads as fast as he can toward the bridge::

*a young man sheepishly raises his hand*

Wallace: Good, grab whatever gear you need to treat a Gunshot wound to the chest and lets get going

*The doctor grabs his bag and follows Wallace who runs back into his room*

*Wallace sees Zofia near charles*

Wallace: I need you to get out of the way, the doctor is going to treat him.

*Zofia looks at Wallace, and resists the urge to take her gun and bash his skull in*

Zofia: Nice to see you too hun...... Its probably your fault he got shot in the first place.....

*She gets up and allows the doctor to work on Charles*

::McMillan arrives at the bridge. He moves to the intercom::

McMillan: Attention everyone! I'm declairing this summit over for obvious reasohns. We'll have helicopters from our base in the St. Lawrence river coming by to pick you all up in a little bit. From there we'll get you home.

As for the crew, any member of the crew wandering the upperdecks will be shot. Report to your cabins immediately, and prepair to be searched and questioned.

Goldstone and Brock are dead, and I don't want any further casualties. I think it will be safer for everyone back in Erie.

Good luck.

*Tempco comes back to the room and sees that wallace has found a doctor*

Tempco: Ohh good, he found a doctor,

*McMillian comes on the intercom and advises of the situation*

Zofia: ASSES! ALL OF THEM!!!! *She walks out of the room muttering to herself. Tempco Shrugs and then follows her out*

*Unbeknownst to all on the Lady of the Ocean, the whole time they have been escorted by the FCS Silencer SSTN-1*

*Seaman First Class Kirkpatrick is at the sonar station when he hears gunshots and explosions on the Liner*

Kirkpatrick: Conn, Sonar, we have gunshots and explosions on board the liner

*Commander Kimball is on duty at the Conn*

Kimball: Sonar, Conn, Aye.

Kimball: Diving officer bring us up to periscope depth

Diving Officer: Periscope Depth, Aye.

*the Submarine moves up to 60ft depth*

*Kimball looks through the periscope and scans the liner and all around, then mutters to himself.*

Kimball: Hmmmmmm *now Louder* Diving Officer surface the Boat

Diving Officer: Surface the Boat, Aye.

*the Submarine Surfaces next to the liner and Signals from its mast in Morse Code*

SHOTS-FIRED-STOP
DO-YOU-NEED-ASSITANCE-STOP
CAN-LAND-SOLDIERS-ON-BOARD-IN-20-MINUTES-STOP
PERMISSION-TO-SPEAK-WITH-COC-ENVOY-STOP

*The Manarthian Liner Signals Back with Permission to land soldiers*

*Kimball Looking through binoculars at the bridge.*


Kimball: Ok, I want 40 CoC SAS on board that ship via helo, but first bring us close enough to land 10 via Zodiac

*The Silencer moves within 100 yards of the Ocean Liner and launches a Zodiac carrying 12 CoC SAS with OICW's and Combat Gear up alongside of the Liner. They move up to the docking area for smaller Vessels is, and jump on board dressed in Forest BDU's*

*They Run up to the Helipad and Set up a perimeter for the two MH-73 Nightowls to land. Which Offload a total of 40 more CoC SAS*

*The SAS moves through the ship securing it and querying anyone outside of their cabins*

Larry Laughertee and Eugene Milfman run through the ship::

Eugene: Funny, I remember a plan like this being carried out by Tempestia a few months ago and failing miserably.

Larry: Well that's why we have to make sure we don't fail. The boss'll kill us if we don't pull this off. ::ducks as a random guard gets thrown back:: That is if we don't die out here anyway...

Eugene: Well the nice thing is that with all this commotion we should be able to...

::The two run to the engine room, where a couple of guards are nervously standing around. Eugene reaches into his bag and pulls out an RCP-90::

Eugene: Hey boys! Orders are being changed. Your next order is to enjoy the afterlife! ::Fires upon the guards::

Larry: ::shakes head:: You enjoy this too much don't you... ::looks up as CoC helos are flying overhead preparing to land:: We better make this fast. ::The two duck into the engine room::

Larry Laughertee and Eugene Milfman run through the ship::

Eugene: Funny, I remember a plan like this being carried out by Tempestia a few months ago and failing miserably.

Larry: Well that's why we have to make sure we don't fail. The boss'll kill us if we don't pull this off. ::ducks as a random guard gets thrown back:: That is if we don't die out here anyway...

Eugene: Well the nice thing is that with all this commotion we should be able to...

::The two run to the engine room, where a couple of guards are nervously standing around. Eugene reaches into his bag and pulls out an RCP-90::

Eugene: Hey boys! Orders are being changed. Your next order is to enjoy the afterlife! ::Fires upon the guards::

Larry: ::shakes head:: You enjoy this too much don't you... ::looks up as CoC helos are flying overhead preparing to land:: We better make this fast. ::The two duck into the engine room::

::Mr. T shakes his head as Heidi walks by then turns to Citan and hte girls::

Mr. T: I think it's best if we leave right now.

Ritsuko: Well you're the pilot...

Luna: I agree, let's get out of here before things get too bad...

::THe crew returns to the helipad where the VIP helicoptor is still sitting, Mr T fires it up, and the crew takes off::

Mr. T: Where to?

Ritsuko: Gimme a minute here...

*Lt Zofia and Lt Gen Tempco watch as the Helo's land and the soldiers come on board. She ignores them and seeks out Daniel Jackson*

Zofia: What right does this CoC ass have to unilateraly land troops and pretty much take over the ship...

Tempco: He probably thinks its in the best intrest of the crew....

Zofia: I don't care, and to have a F*king sub tailing a us is completly un-acceptable....

Tempco: That is true...

Zofia: They are getting some strong words when I get back to Edenstein...

*They continue looking for Daniel Jackson and The DOS envoy*

::McMillan has reloaded his gun and waits for a COC soldier to show up on the bridge::

McMillan: ::Seeing the soldier arrive:: Nice of you guys to be so nearby.

Look, I need a complete sweep of the ship, and permission to use your helicopters to get the diplomats off the ship and to safety.

I'm going to remain here until you radio in telling me the area is clear, incase more information comes from the mainland.

Good luck soldier.

*Patterson radios in while running through hallways*
Patterson: SIR! we've got COC troops onboard.. not sure what the hell they want but they seem frendly.
Command: Ignore em and find those birds
Patterson: Roger
*Patterson runs byt he group of COC marines on his way*

*Waking up and stretching the macaroni penguins decide its time to hightail it out of the freezer and start looking for another buffet. Wandering about the ship they stumble on the main entrance of the ship. Further inspection leads to a jackpot.... a huge aquarium in the middle of the room..filled with all sorts of tropical fish.. literally another buffett to a penguin.. scurrying over they hop in and start eating*

* Fredrick and Heidi calmly walk to the helicopter*

Heidi: *Says with her SIG pulled out to the pilot* Touch my chest scum and I'll blow your brains out.

*Captain Morrell talks with the Squad Leader of 3rd Squad 2nd Platoon*

Morrell: Sergeant I want you to guard the bridge

*Turns to the Sergeant incharge of Squad Leader of 1st Platoon, 2nd Squad*

Morrell: I want you to come with me, we have to secure the engine bay and make sure no mischief goes down.

*Turns to the rest of the soldiers*

Morrell: Make Sure NO ONE is outside of their cabins.

* The other soldiers Split off into Fire Teams to secure the rest of the ship.*

*Morrell and his 10 men head for the Engine Room*

*One of the Crew Chiefs sees Heidi Threating his pilot with a pistol, and turns a mini-gun towards her*

Crew Chief: Lady put the F*CKING PISTOL DOWN unless you want a burst of red hot lead to those fake looking breasts of yours

::McMillan gets back on the intercom::

McMillan: Listen up everyone! The COC SAS soldiers have the situation under control. I want everyone to move to the safety of the choppers, as I can not promise that there are no terrorists left on the ship.

The choppers will take you to New Boston, a Manarthian base on the St. Lawrence river. From there you will be flown back to your homelands. I'm sorry about the way this summit turned out.

Now please move on to the choppers and get to safety.

::McMillan puts down the intercom::

McMillan: Sergeant? Which chopper am I flying out on?

::The sergeant motions to one of the two choppers::

McMillan: Ok, ::he sholders his gun:: I'm getting out just as soon as I make sure Charles is ok.

::He walks towards Wallace's room::

*A fire team makes its way into Wallace's room*

*The Sergeant speaks into his radio*

SSG: Command, we have a wounded man, looks bad, we need to medevac him

*The doctor looks up*

Doctor: what are you going to do with me?

SSG: We are going to take you with us to the FCS Loki, where there are better facilities for this sort of wound

SSG: Premier you better come along with us.

*Wallace nods*

*The SAS put together a stretcher and it takes all 4 of them to get Charles on it*

*The team runs along back to the Helipad with Wallace and the Doctor(who is holding an IV bag up to keep it flowing*

*They see the crew chief and Heidi facing off*

SSG: Hey Lady get HELL out of the way, we have wounded here.
*They Knock Heidi out of their way*

*The team load Charles onto the chopper along with Wallace and the doctor*

*Wallace Puts on the headset for the intercom and talks to the pilot*

Wallace: Chief, I want you to take us to the FCS Loki, and push this thing as fast as it can go.

*Chief Warrant Officer 4 William Starling*

Starling: Yes, sir.

*The helicopter takes off and heads to the east*

*The Other Night Owl touches down on the Helipad on the ship*

*On board the Silencer, the RAH-66 Commache on board is put in the air, it has a full combat load on its wing pylons*

*They motion for the VR delegation to get on board*

Heidi: Hey those aren't fake, touch them.

Heidi: Hey those aren't fake, touch them.

OOC: Dustin the Helo is already gone. and the Gunner was sitting behind a glass screen anyway.

*2 F/A-21 Sirrus from the nearby FCS Loki, come flying in over the liner at 1,000 feet getting a look at the situation. Plainly Visible on the aircrafts belly are Aim-154 Super Phonexis, AMRAAM's and a Pair of Harpoon missiles each*

::In the engine room::

Larry: HOld on, I'm getting a call from Barret. ::picks up phone:: What's that? No! You've GOT to be kidding! Well ok, what's the boss say? Ok, we can handle that.

Eugene: What's the problem?

Larry: The fish is out of the water.

Eugene: Well there are all those penguins running around...

Larry: You know what I mean!

Eugene: Yeah, but I don't give a damn. Let's keep this going. Our usher is bringing the speedboat around right?

Larry: Well if by that you mean she's sitting at a lifeboat then yes.

Eugene: ::Pulls out C-Handposition bomb:: I love these things, like C-4 but better. ::places bombs throughout the engine room:: And don't worry, I have the remote...

Larry: Great, let's get the hell out of here...

*The Samsylvannian delegation meets up back at the suite.*

Jackson: They want us to do what!?

Master Chief: I said Manarth is bringing in helicopters to fly us out of here. They think it's too dangerous.

Turk: But can we trust them? The terrorists managed to get five men onboard, who's to say that they don't control a few helicopters?

Jackson: Yes, I think...wait a minute, did you just say something intellige...

Virgil: Oooooh Mr. Smarty Pants over there said *Mist whacks him in the head*...sorry.

Teal'c: Daniel Jackson, he is correct. We would be even less safe in there air, even if CoCSASS soldiers have taken over the ship.

Jackson: Agreed, I'll radio HQ and inform them of the situation. In the meantime...

*There is a lound pounding on the door. They draw their weapons and take cover as the Master Chief positions himself by the door. Jackson gives him the signal and he flings it open. In the doorway is Lt. Zofia.*

Jackson: Terrific, just what I need now.

::In the engine room::

Larry: HOld on, I'm getting a call from Barret. ::picks up phone:: What's that? No! You've GOT to be kidding! Well ok, what's the boss say? Ok, we can handle that.

Eugene: What's the problem?

Larry: The fish is out of the water.

Eugene: Well there are all those penguins running around...

Larry: You know what I mean!

Eugene: Yeah, but I don't give a damn. Let's keep this going. Our usher is bringing the speedboat around right?

Larry: Well if by that you mean she's sitting at a lifeboat then yes.

Eugene: ::Pulls out C-Handposition bomb:: I love these things, like C-4 but better. ::places bombs throughout the engine room:: And don't worry, I have the remote...

Larry: Great, let's get the hell out of here...


OOC: Just so you know steve the ship is out in the North Atlantic

*The CoC Soldiers make it to the engine room and see the bodies by the door and several men moving around inside the engine room with weapons and yells to them*

Morrell: HALT! DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND KISS THE DECK!!!!!!

*The Squad forms up around the door, half of the grenadiers flipping their selector switchs on their OICW's to grenades.*

Morrell: THERE IS NO WAY OUT, SURRENDER NOW AND LIVE!!!!

Larry: Holy crap! They've got grenades don't they?

Eugene: Yeah.

Larry: Can you shoot them?

Eugene: Yeah.

Larry: Will that save us?

Eugene: ::reaches into his pocket:: No.

Larry: What are we going to do?!?!?!

Eugene: Larry, I'm sorry, I always knew you were gay.

Larry: WHAT?!?

Eugene: (to the CoC soldiers) EAT MY COCK! Ha ha! Get it? ::presses remote, detonating the C-Handposition bombs::

Larry: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

::the engine room explodes in a giant fireball::

*Tempco and Zofia get a page on their palms, they get a panicked look on their face, and make a mad dasj for the deck, getting to the deck they look over board*

Zofia: I HATE WATER!

Tempco: Me too.. but we don't have a choice...

Zofia: Ok........

*They both jump into the water.....*

*Morrell notices one of them has something in his hand that looks like a remote*

Morrell: SHIT!!! HIT THE DECK

*The Squad drops to the deck as the explosion goes off*

OOC: i'll report casualties once you tell me how much explosive you used

OOC: and manarth has to post and decide the damage to the ship.

*Jackson and the delegation stare at Zophia, who suddenly looks down at her palm pilot. She has a panicked expression as she motions for them to follow.*

Jackson: This better be good.

*They run to the end of the hallway and through the door to the recreation deck. A Squad of CoCSAS soldiers attempt to stop them*

CoCSAS: Hey! You need to get back to your...

*Jackson flips them the bird as they run by. Zophia pauses at the rail for a moment, then she and Tempco leap.*

CoCSAS: *Following them.* I said you need to get back to your...

*Jackson flips them the bird again and they draw their weapons.*

Jackson: *Get's a running start and leaps over with his delegation following.*

Jackson: Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!

[edited to be more coherent]

*The engitre compliment of the men from Dubelco are in their cabin as the explosion goes off*

MCD: What the hell was that?!?
DF: Sounded almost like a C-4 charge. It was probably the engine room, we shoulda been off this ship yesterday.
MCD: Alright marines, gear up and move out, on the deck in one minute then we get off this thing.

*The marines suit up and they all make it onto the deck*

::As McMillan walks to Wallace's room, he sees Zofia, Tempco and the others jump overboard, persued by COC soldiers::

McMillan: What the hell is going on? Oh, never mind them.

::McMillan walks into Wallace's room to find that Charles has already been moved::

McMillan: Crap, he's probubly already aboard the helicopter.

::Just then, an explosion rips through the ship, shaking McMillan to the ground::

McMillan: What the?

::He notices he's bleeding from a cut on his head, and his left sholder feels like it had been dislocated. He picks himself up gingerly on his right hand, and walks outside, stoping to grab the shotgun laying on the ground::

::Outside, he spies a large hole in the side of the ship, extending slightly below the water line. Water is pouring in, and the ship is tilting to the side, but not very fast yet::

McMillan: Oh shit. I hope the helicopters can still take off a tilting ship.

::He decides that the ship, while not in immediate danger of sinking, will quickly if nothing is done. He runs to the engine room to see what kind of damage was done::

*Jackson and the delegation stare at Zophia, who suddenly looks down at her palm pilot. She has a panicked expression as she motions for them to follow.*

Jackson: This better be good.

*They run to the end of the hallway and through the door to the recreation deck. A Squad of CoCSAS soldiers attempt to stop them*

CoCSAS: Hey! You need to get back to your...

*Jackson flips them the bird as they run by. Zophia pauses at the rail for a moment, then she and Tempco leap.*

CoCSAS: *Following them.* I said you need to get back to your...

*Jackson flips them the bird again and they draw their weapons.*

Jackson: *Get's a running start and leaps over with his delegation following.*

Jackson: Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!

[edited to be more coherent]

OOC: you guys wanna play rough lets play rough. before i make this post this is my disclaimer. Terrorists on board, CoC soldiers DO NOT know what the delegations look like. So a bunch of you run and jump over the edge just as the bombs going off. Makes you look guilty as hell. Not to mention you flipped off one of my soldiers and ignored them.

IC: Staff Sergeant O'Doull sees a bunch of armed men running for the railing

O'Doull: Hey! You need to get back to your... OOC: sam you can't speak for my soldiers but i'll play along somewhat.

This is what O'Doull really said

IC:
O'Doull: Drop your weapons and be recognized

*The Men Flip O'Doull off and jump over the railing, just then an explosion rocks the ship and knocks O'Doull and his Squad to the deck, They quickly get back up*

O'Doull: Those men set off a f*cking BOMB!!!!
Men, to the railing, we are soldiers not cops lets roast their asses

*The 10 man Squad which consists of 8 men with OICW and Grenade launchers and 2 men with M-249 SAW's get to the railing*

OOC: I'll also remind you i'm shooting down, your men if they fire back will be shooting up and swimming at the same time. Good luck hitting anything.

IC: *The Squad leans over the railing and opens fire on the swimmers below with 20mm grenade rounds and automatic fire from the SAW's*

OOC: oh just to let you know, if they are underwater the explosion is amplified by the water and the shockwave will do MORE damage. oh yeah the OICW has a SEMI-Automatic Grenade Launcher.

IC: *The Squad keeps spraying until they see ALL of the bodies come to the surface*

*The RAH-66 doing flying around the ship comes in over the swimmers and strafes with 20mm cannon fire*

OOC: though i can't claim the casualties for your forces, i'd like to see ANYONE survive this one.


IC: *another Squad comes upon Dubelco's forces and orders them to drop their arms and kiss the deck*

::Ann Janikowski is taking a cigarett break when she hears some weapons fire::

Janikowski: Must be some gangs fighting it out. Wait a minute... Aren't I on a ship? Oh well, it's not near me.

::She sholders her AK-74::

Janikowski: I'd like to see them try anything, they don't know I grew up on Tamarind Ave.

::Two men run by heading towards the engine room::

Janikowski: Do I know those guys from somewhere? Oh well.

::Suddenly, she sees people jump over the side of the ship, one of them flashing some soldiers the bird::

Janikowski: Now that's just plain out dumb, their sitting ducks in the water and now the soldiers'll be pissed off....

::An explosion rocks the deck, knocking her off her feet. She lands hard on her kneck, cracking it::

Janikowski: *gurgle*

::She lies there for a while before mercifully losing consiousness::

<quote>O'Doull: Those men set off a f*cking BOMB!!!! </quote>

Some one set up us the bomb!

We get signal.

Main screen turn on.

It's you!

"How are you gentlemen!"

"All your base are belong to us!"

What you say?

"You have no chance to survive make your time."

"ha ha ha ha"

OOC: you guys wanna play rough lets play rough. before i make this post this is my disclaimer. Terrorists on board, CoC soldiers DO NOT know what the delegations look like.

OOC: Perhaps they should. I would think that knowing that they are on a ship full of delegates that they would excercise some caution.

OOC: oh just to let you know, if they are underwater the explosion is amplified by the water and the shockwave will do MORE damage.

That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Ever. Even from you.

Wayne, just what exactly is your problem? For once can't you let something happen without all this OOC B.S.? If you're going to be like this, we can change it so they don't run and jump off until ten seconds later, after the explosion. Would that make you happier? Because then if you tried to shoot people for jumping off the ship then it would really make you look like an ass. We can do that. Just for you. Because your feelings are important to me.

OOC: you guys wanna play rough lets play rough. before i make this post this is my disclaimer. Terrorists on board, CoC soldiers DO NOT know what the delegations look like.

OOC: Perhaps they should. I would think that knowing that they are on a ship full of delegates that they would excercise some caution.

OOC: oh just to let you know, if they are underwater the explosion is amplified by the water and the shockwave will do MORE damage.

That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Ever. Even from you.

Wayne, just what exactly is your problem? For once can't you let something happen without all this OOC B.S.? If you're going to be like this, we can change it so they don't run and jump off until ten seconds later, after the explosion. Would that make you happier? Because then if you tried to shoot people for jumping off the ship then it would really make you look like an ass. We can do that. Just for you. Because your feelings are important to me.

OOC: Sam all this OOC: bs is to kill your arguments before they start.

and read up on depth charges, thats the principle that I was talking about.

I'm not asking you to change it. I'm just explaining to you why i did what i did. Whether you think i'm an ass or not you should know by now I DON'T CARE. I'm shooting at people that jumped off a ship after the Manarthian Leader ORDERED them to stay in there cabins(your on a manarthian vessel you can't do what you want, and i have permission for everything that i did)

As it stands all of yours, steve's and and Ed's characters are in the water getting shot up. People make mistakes. I also remind you how my soldiers feel about terrorists. 1300 Civilians had just been killed in my nation due to terror attacks. Then Terrorists strike this ship, then your people run around like they own the world. Tough shit Sam. Real life comparisons, someone ignoring the security at an airport and trying to charge through JUST AFTER SEPTEMBER 11th. Sorry sam, whether you like it or not your characters are probably dead, and your home government prolly won't know whats going on, or what happened.

oh and if i don't post for a few days is because i have a national guard drill this weekend and won't have accsess to a comp.

*At the sound of the explosion Commander Kimball orders the Silencer to begin jamming all frequency's including celluar telephones*

*The penguins not knowing why their marvelous little pond is now drying up on the floor.. pick theirselves up..and shuffle out, quite annoyed. Seeing people in the water.. they wonder why they botherd to jump so far down to swim when the pools just a short walk away. Wadling off they hear gunshots and are fondly reminded of newyears day. Growing overly bored with the humans on the ship they head back to the pool for a swim*

Ok sam and wayne... anysort of educated pyrotechnician knows that the depth charge thing does exsist.. but.....

Quote:
OOC: oh just to let you know, if they are underwater the explosion is amplified by the water and the shockwave will do MORE damage. oh yeah the OICW has a SEMI-Automatic Grenade Launcher.

Untrue part is it does less damage.. but over a wider area due to the displacement of the water.. like fishing with dynamite. It dosent kill the fish.. just knocks them unconcious. 20MM grenades have a 17yard kill radius. From that alone you can derrive that the bast would probly kill anyone in the water from shrapnel alone.. then knock the rest unconcious. Granted this situation dosent look too great for any of you but i can damn well be shot also... remember i have a character loos on the ship pulling a guard duty. As for the rest im counting them as evaced soon as a chopper hits. *Shrugs* Shit happens deal with it. People live and die everyday, deal with it. You all claim its just a game..then you whine about how to make it realistic... then you go out and do totally fake things.. so which it is? A game or a game based on real life? With that said.

*Patterson hits the deck unexpectedly... looking up he cant find and reason at all why he fell.. or why his ears are now ringing and bleeding. Looking about he notices all the windows on the lower decks have exploded.*
*Radios in* Comand what the f--- IS GOING ON????
Command: No clue.. we all just picked ourselves up, doc's taken a hit... possible anti ship missle.. cant tell ya for sure.. we're evacing to the deck. Take a potshot on anything hostile if you can... this is a damn summit meeting not a terrorist convention.
*Patterson arms his LAW* Roger that sir.. scouting for armor, floaters, and bogies.
Command: Be advised that there's civy aircraft taking off and landing, taking diplomats home.
Patterson: Roger that.
*Patterson runs around to the other side of the ship in his patrol route*
Patterson: Sir no tangos here
*The radio turns to static*
Patterson: Sir? ....... Sir? Awwwww f---..... f--- f--- f---
*Paterson fearing the worst heads in a full sprint to the DPM delagates cabin*

OOC: I have to agree with Wayne on this one guys. Sucks to be the folks in the water. I almost want to have McMillan lean over the edge and fire some rounds in himself for you guys making that sort of mistake. Flipping off a fully armed squad commander. I beleive I speak for everyone that hasn't done that when I say "WTF???" Oh well, on with the show.

IC: ::As McMillan runs down into the engine room he hears the grinding of metal on metal. The room is filling up rapidly with red water, and bits and pieces of Captain Morrel and his squad are scattered about the room::

McMillan: Damn. That was a good soldier.

::He notices that the water is pouring in faster than before and the ship is beginning to noticably tilt. He quickly makes his way outside and finds Staff Sergeant O'Doull and his squad still shooting at the water::

McMillan: They've killed your Captain, Sergeant. Whoever's in command now needs to get all surviving members of the crew and pasengers to the lifeboats. ::The ship tilts some more:: I don't think this thing will be floating much longer.

::He moves to help the COC soldiers lower some lifeboats into the water, still favoring his left shoulder::

OOC: Okay okay, perhaps the flipping the soldiers off wasn't the smartest thing to do, nor was leaping into the water immediately after. The only reason I put the guards in at all was because Wayne was complaining about them getting past the guards without being seen. I originally had them simply running out of the room and over the rail. Whatever. They were just following Zofia who had apparently just gotten a heads up about the bomb (Which is pretty much how it happened. We found out about the bomb about 30 seconds before Steve posted it :) ). All of that aside, I'll play along. Dan's right, it is just a game. But I pose this question first to urge Wayne to reconsider his choice:

Imagine if the U.S. and Great Britain sends high ranking (think Powell) officals to a peace summit with North Korea and China (switch the countries around if you don't like being the 'bad guys' (-: ) onboard a ship. While there, a terrorist group attempts the assassination of the Korean and Chinese delegates. Immediately thereafter, a Chinese submarine surfaces and takes control of the ship. Another terrorist group detonates a bomb onboard, and the Korean soldiers wipe out the U.S. and British delegates who have just leapt over the rail in an attempt to escape. How would the U.S. and Great Britain respond?

Are you sure you wouldn't rather just pick them up with the sub and hold them for questioning or something? They're swimming, so really not going to get far. And they don't really pose a threat to the ship since it's already sinking. Just a thought. I'll go along with whatever you decide to do.

IC: *The Samsylvannian SH-60 SeaHawk that was inbound to pick up the delegates sees the submarine, the CoC aircraft, and the explosion onboard the liner.*

Co-pilot: Shit! What the hell is going on here? Are they attacking the ship? *attempts to use the radio* Dammnit! We're being jammed! And it doesn't taste like raspberries to me!

*The pilot brings the helo to a hover, suddenly feeling very nervous about the entire situation.*

Pilot: I've got a bad feeling about this...

(Sorry about the long post guys.)

::As the ship begins to tilt, one man stnds on the deck, the last remaining Avalanche member on the ship. He sneaks towards the engine room::

Barret: Oh $%*#. Look at all these bodies. I bet Eugene got a little trigger happy. And Larry... he's dead too. I wonder if anyone else ever knew his secret... ::He shakes his head, and hears CoC soldiers running around nearby:: Great.. just #%$*& great... I'm going to get arrested if I stick around here. There's no way I can pass off as a delegate, I'm sure the soldiers can recognize those... Ha ha. Or maybe they can't? ::shrugs:: well in either case, I'm probably dead... What would Eugene do in a case like this? Heh. He'd probably do the suicide bomber thing. ::looks around:: I bet that's exactly what happened here. Man... I don't want to die... Well here they come... ::pulls out an Uzi::

*Patterson run through the main hallways at a full sprint..slowing when he starts to find all the charred bodies near the engine room**
patterson: Holy shit.. what the fuck happened here..
*He takes a quick look at what bodies he can recognise, then tries to radio in.. only to be met with more static.*
Patterson: *Grumbles*

::McMillan has managed to load most of the crew into lifeboats, as well as the bodies of Brock, Goldstone, Janikowski and dead crew members. He pulls out his cell phone to call Vandershale, and notices that he isn't getting reception::

McMillan: What now?

::He puts the cell phone away, muttering curses, and ushers the last members of the crew into the lifeboats. Motioning a M-249 specialist to board with him, he moves with his shotgun to cover the crew of the boat. He turns his head to face Staff Segeant O'Doull::

McMillan: Staff Sergeant, go find who's in charge and get your soldiers off this ship. I haven't seen Edenstein or Samsylvannians in a while, or DPM or Pengins for that matter. If you have the time, make a quick sweep of the ship and find them.

::He pushes off the side, and the crew starts paddling toward the COC sub::

A member of the S.C. entourage reaches under the stateroom’s king size bed and pulls out a large black case. The man hoists his case onto the cherry wood desk and turns on the overhead reading light. He then pulls one of the desk drawers open and grasps a folio containing a substantial stack of paper. Sadly he looks over the contents of the file and puts them under his arm. He then opens the case and begins to assemble his silver herald trumpet. Walking out the door with instrument and music in hand, the trumpeter took his position at the bow of the sinking ship and began his last performance.

*Inside the DPM delegates cabin a knock is heard from the inside.. the head diplomat motions to command to open the door, standing in the doorway is a clans SAS soldier.*
Command: Ya?
SAS: We've called for your chopper.. eta is 2 mins.
Diplomat: Excellent..we'll pack up and head out.
SAS: You want an escort?
Diplomat: Nah we're much heavier armed... we'll be fine. Any word on the penguins delegates or their guard, specialist Patterson?
SAS:No sir.
Diplomat: Hmm. He'll live through it. Hopefully he sees the chopper and comes running.
*The SAS soldier nods and walk off onto his next assignment*
Diplomat: Well start packing gentlemen.
*The diplomat opens a large aluminum trunk...pulls out a kevlar vest, removes his armani suit jacket and places the kevlar on. Reaching back in the trunk he pulls out a SPAS-12, a spare bandolier of ammo, a few XM84's and pockets them. Folding his jacket he places it in his suitcase, and places the suitcase within the trunk.*
Diplomat: Wright you lead. Command grad the front end of the trunk and i'll grab the back. Cant leave this equipment about for a terrorist to grab. Jhonny you suit up too and grab a gun. You're behind me.
*The younger diplomat places an armored vest over his suit and grabs a Remington 870 entry gun.*
*The delagation heads out twards the helo pad*

*Dubelco's entourage is out the deck when unknown soldiers run up to them*

Soldier: Drop your weapons and kiss the deck!

MCD: We will do no such thing, for all we know your the ones who caused the explosion! We are the delegation from Dubelco and I am General Andrew McDaniel. You drop your weapons or my men will have fun seperating your torsos from your legs! My men are fully capable of taking you all down, and this man here will ensure it happens.

DF: Just think of me as a Taskmaster...

*The marines raise their B.A.R.'s as McDaniel unholsters both of his .45's and Taskmaster pulls unknown weapons out*

MCD: Make one false move and enough of you will be dead before we breathe our last breathe!

OOC: Okay okay, perhaps the flipping the soldiers off wasn't the smartest thing to do, nor was leaping into the water immediately after. The only reason I put the guards in at all was because Wayne was complaining about them getting past the guards without being seen. I originally had them simply running out of the room and over the rail. Whatever. They were just following Zofia who had apparently just gotten a heads up about the bomb (Which is pretty much how it happened. We found out about the bomb about 30 seconds before Steve posted it :) ). All of that aside, I'll play along. Dan's right, it is just a game. But I pose this question first to urge Wayne to reconsider his choice:

Imagine if the U.S. and Great Britain sends high ranking (think Powell) officals to a peace summit with North Korea and China (switch the countries around if you don't like being the 'bad guys' (-: ) onboard a ship. While there, a terrorist group attempts the assassination of the Korean and Chinese delegates. Immediately thereafter, a Chinese submarine surfaces and takes control of the ship. Another terrorist group detonates a bomb onboard, and the Korean soldiers wipe out the U.S. and British delegates who have just leapt over the rail in an attempt to escape. How would the U.S. and Great Britain respond?

Are you sure you wouldn't rather just pick them up with the sub and hold them for questioning or something? They're swimming, so really not going to get far. And they don't really pose a threat to the ship since it's already sinking. Just a thought. I'll go along with whatever you decide to do.

IC: *The Samsylvannian SH-60 SeaHawk that was inbound to pick up the delegates sees the submarine, the CoC aircraft, and the explosion onboard the liner.*

Co-pilot: Shit! What the hell is going on here? Are they attacking the ship? *attempts to use the radio* Dammnit! We're being jammed! And it doesn't taste like raspberries to me!

*The pilot brings the helo to a hover, suddenly feeling very nervous about the entire situation.*

Pilot: I've got a bad feeling about this...

(Sorry about the long post guys.)

OOC: One last time so you can hear it. The Captain of the Ship ORDERED all delegates to their cabins, gave the CoC Soldiers the RIGHT to SECURE the ship. They weren't patrolling, they were looking for any trouble.

Reason i complained is you completely ignored my presence, Then you disregarded my soldiers authority, You played your characters dumbly and well, you paid for your mistake.


IC: *The two F/A-21 Sirrus spot the Samslyvannian Helo on their radars and move to query it*

OOC: sam the ship is East of the St. Lawerence Canal, explain to me how your SH-60 is already out there, thats several hours flight time. Not to mention those things don't really have much of a range.

*Dubelco's entourage is out the deck when unknown soldiers run up to them*

Soldier: Drop your weapons and kiss the deck!

MCD: We will do no such thing, for all we know your the ones who caused the explosion! We are the delegation from Dubelco and I am General Andrew McDaniel. You drop your weapons or my men will have fun seperating your torsos from your legs! My men are fully capable of taking you all down, and this man here will ensure it happens.

DF: Just think of me as a Taskmaster...

*The marines raise their B.A.R.'s as McDaniel unholsters both of his .45's and Taskmaster pulls unknown weapons out*

MCD: Make one false move and enough of you will be dead before we breathe our last breathe!

SSG Connerson: I'm Staff Sergeant Connerson 24th Council of Clan Special Air Services regiment, we have been given authority by the commander of this vessel to secure it, that includes you and your men dropping your arms. You make one move to raise those arms and we will shred you, you cannot hope to survive and if you are who you say you are, we will evac you off the ship along with everyone else.

*Two of Connersons SAW Gunners are already lying prone on the deck with their bipods out pointing at Dubelco's forces*

OOC: if your smart unlike sam we can come to a perfectly peaceful resolution

OOC: oh and sam, soldiers shoot things, they don't arrest things. You don't understand the soldiers mentality, its kill or be killed. of course you don't because you don't have any idea what a real soldier is like. You see armed men go over the side and into the water, and a bomb goes off, you don't try to aprehend them, thats a cops job, you try to eliminate/neutralize the threat based on the intel(info) that you have.

OOC: I don't remember soldiers shooting any unarmed politicians recently.

OOC: I don't remember soldiers shooting any unarmed politicians recently.

this was an armed group
look at their posts.

OOC: I don't remember soldiers shooting any unarmed politicians recently.

OOC: Umm. That's because politicians usually *aren't* armed, or flipping off soldiers seconds before they jump from a ship that explodes mear moments later.

*The Samsylvannian delegation meets up back at the suite.*

Jackson: They want us to do what!?

Master Chief: I said Manarth is bringing in helicopters to fly us out of here. They think it's too dangerous.

Turk: But can we trust them? The terrorists managed to get five men onboard, who's to say that they don't control a few helicopters?

Jackson: Yes, I think...wait a minute, did you just say something intellige...

Virgil: Oooooh Mr. Smarty Pants over there said *Mist whacks him in the head*...sorry.

Teal'c: Daniel Jackson, he is correct. We would be even less safe in there air, even if CoCSASS soldiers have taken over the ship.

Jackson: Agreed, I'll radio HQ and inform them of the situation. In the meantime...

*There is a lound pounding on the door. They draw their weapons and take cover as the Master Chief positions himself by the door. Jackson gives him the signal and he flings it open. In the doorway is Lt. Zofia.*

Jackson: Terrific, just what I need now.

this is the same group i shot up

they are armed.

*Zofia and Tempco hear gun shots from somewhere on the Boat. They each pull out their Izh-70 sidearms*

Tempco: What the hell?!?! What kind of operation they running around here....

Zofia: I don't know but follow me! *She takes off down the hall, Tempco runs after her*

Tempco: Where are we going?!?!?!?!

Zofia: To find that ass Wallace, I have to find him!

Tempco: Why?!?!?! I thought you hated him, Almost as much as Daniel...

Zofia: I do, but if I don't get there, someone might kill him before I get the chance to!

*they run down the Corridors towards Wallace's room as they get closer they slow down and quietly creep, they come to the corner of a hallway and peer down the hall towards wallace's room and see some armed men outside of it. Zofia looks back to Tempco*

Zofia: (Whispering) Shit, we are too late.....

Tempco: Good....

*they sit there observing for the moment*

OOC: there is proof the Edenstein delegation being armed as well

OOC: sam the ship is East of the St. Lawerence Canal, explain to me how your SH-60 is already out there, thats several hours flight time. Not to mention those things don't really have much of a range.

OOC: Well obviously it left several hours ago when they called for it. Apparently the ship isn't out of range of everyone else's helos. Oh how do you plan to speak to my helo since you're jamming all frequencies? And why, since it's on it's way to pick up the delegates like everyone else? Are you intercepting all the incoming helos? And I only wanted to give you the opportunity to keep from making your own hasty mistake.

*Wallace pulls his M9 Berreta out of his nightstand drawer and slams a 15 round mag into it, then chambers a round*

*Charles reachs into the closet and pulls out his Semi-auto Combat shotgun with a pistol grip and 12 round banana magazine*

Charles: I'm sure they are going to make a move on you, it'd only make sense.

Wallace: I should have brought more guards, call um McMillan and see if he wants to swing by.

*Charles Grabs a flack jacket and tosses it to Wallace*

Charles: That should help you sir.

Wallace: I hope it doesn't come to that.

OOC: Your people where armed as well.. point being? It would seem with CoC soldiers being around my delegation would need to be armed.. second of all, why where weapons allowed on board a vessal set up for peace talks. and thirdly, Why was a submarine, AND a Carrier, and assuming also a complete carrier group, (Only a moron would send out a carrier with support ships) following the vessal? Anyways, you gave reasons why the delgates where fired upon, but as to why the Council of Clan government felt the need to overstep its bounds and have a submarine with CoC troops tailing the ship... The whole damn situation is rediculous.... Just Drop this whole damn thing...

*Dubelco's entourage is out the deck when unknown soldiers run up to them*

Soldier: Drop your weapons and kiss the deck!

MCD: We will do no such thing, for all we know your the ones who caused the explosion! We are the delegation from Dubelco and I am General Andrew McDaniel. You drop your weapons or my men will have fun seperating your torsos from your legs! My men are fully capable of taking you all down, and this man here will ensure it happens.

DF: Just think of me as a Taskmaster...

*The marines raise their B.A.R.'s as McDaniel unholsters both of his .45's and Taskmaster pulls unknown weapons out*

MCD: Make one false move and enough of you will be dead before we breathe our last breathe!

OOC:right then dubelco, you might wanna clarify this since im headed to the helo pad with an anti-tank weapon... a few diplomats... some soldiers..and more or less before i blow off the ass end of the ship.

MCD: Alright, I'll comply, but I want off this damn ship before I become a floatation device! Men, stow the weapons, do what Connerson saysTaskmaster: Is this wise sir?
MCD: It's be easier than blowing them away, stow the weapon. I don't want to lose anyone.

*They unlock their clips and shoulder/holster their weapons.*

MCD: Alright, what now Sgt.?

OOC: I don't remember soldiers shooting any unarmed politicians recently.

OOC:ahem i remind you to any us backed assasination attempt.. castro .. iatola.. iran.. etc

*The Samsylvannian group splashes into the water as the explosion rocks the ship. They hear shouting and look up to see soldiers leaning over the rail with their weapons.*

Jackson: Holy Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!

*They dive beneath the water as bullets begin splashing around them. They disappear just before the grenades start going off. The CoC soldiers continue to fire in their general direction. After a minute they stop shooting and watch the water for any movement. Bits of clothing and tattered body parts float to the surface.*

*******

*The crew of the Sea Hawk sees the muzzle flashes over the rail*

Pilot: WTF? What the hell is going on down there?

*One of the crew grabs a pair of binoculars and trys to get a better look.*

Crewman: It looks like they're shooting into the water.

Pilot: I don't know what's going on down there but our delegates are gonna want to get out fast! Hang on!

*He pitches the helicopter forward and gives it full collective and they accelerate in a power dive towards the ship*

*Wallace pulls his M9 Berreta out of his nightstand drawer and slams a 15 round mag into it, then chambers a round*

*Charles reachs into the closet and pulls out his Semi-auto Combat shotgun with a pistol grip and 12 round banana magazine*

Charles: I'm sure they are going to make a move on you, it'd only make sense.

Wallace: I should have brought more guards, call um McMillan and see if he wants to swing by.

*Charles Grabs a flack jacket and tosses it to Wallace*

Charles: That should help you sir.

Wallace: I hope it doesn't come to that.

OOC: Your people where armed as well.. point being? It would seem with CoC soldiers being around my delegation would need to be armed.. second of all, why where weapons allowed on board a vessal set up for peace talks. and thirdly, Why was a submarine, AND a Carrier, and assuming also a complete carrier group, (Only a moron would send out a carrier with support ships) following the vessal? Anyways, you gave reasons why the delgates where fired upon, but as to why the Council of Clan government felt the need to overstep its bounds and have a submarine with CoC troops tailing the ship... The whole damn situation is rediculous.... Just Drop this whole damn thing...

OOC: i only brought up that they were armed because someone claimed they were unarmed politicians, The carrier was not following the vessel it was on patrol 300 miles away, the sub was on patrol as well, then the attacks went off in the CoC, and so the Sub was tasked to shadow the vessel in case of further terror attacks, and besides the manarthian in charge WELCOMED the CoC soldiers on board after they ASKED to come on board. I'm not dropping it either, you make a mistake Rping you have to pay for the consequences. And besides there were no CoC soldiers on board the ship until AFTER the attack. another tact, why didn't Zofia warn anyone else besides samsylvannia of the attack, there were plenty of other represenitives from other governments on board.

*The Samsylvannian group splashes into the water as the explosion rocks the ship. They hear shouting and look up to see soldiers leaning over the rail with their weapons.*

Jackson: Holy Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!

*They dive beneath the water as bullets begin splashing around them. They disappear just before the grenades start going off. The CoC soldiers continue to fire in their general direction. After a minute they stop shooting and watch the water for any movement. Bits of clothing and tattered body parts float to the surface.*

*******

*The crew of the Sea Hawk sees the muzzle flashes over the rail*

Pilot: WTF? What the hell is going on down there?

*One of the crew grabs a pair of binoculars and trys to get a better look.*

Crewman: It looks like they're shooting into the water.

Pilot: I don't know what's going on down there but our delegates are gonna want to get out fast! Hang on!

*He pitches the helicopter forward and gives it full collective and they accelerate in a power dive towards the ship*

OOC: sam the grenades were the FIRST thing fired and they were fired all at once, from directly above. not to mention the machine gun fire. And besides you cannot claim when i stopped firing. Ed and Sam, you can't godmod yourself out of this situation and if you continue to godmod, i might have to ignore you, you know that thing you use at the drop of a hat. And do you understand the term shooting fish in a barrel. My soldiers were on the rails by the time your men would surface. , and the SH-60 better NOT be carrying any weapons if it is transporting Diplomats.

* A VR hydrofoil a working prototype destroyer receives the following message *

RADIO :: Terrorist situation occuring ... respond immediately.


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** EDITED: Wrong URL ***

OOC: What? The body parts weren't good enough for you? Whatever, it was for cinematic effect. Bah. You have no appreciation for good storytelling. Grenades, MGs, whatever. People A are in water and try to dive away; People B shoot Weapons X and Y at People A; People A's body parts float to surface. People B must stop shooting at some point, otherwise they can't see gruesome limbs from People A, what with all the spashing and exploding.
Since it was an emergency extraction call, the SH-60 is carrying whatever an SH-60 would be carrying on the patrol it was called from. They would not take the time to bother with removing them. But don't worry about it, it wouldn't be smart in this situation to use them now, would it?
I believe the godmodding has been dealt with and corrected some time ago.

IC:
*The DOSN Sea Hawk approaches the tilting ship's helo pad and waits it's turn to land.*

Co-Pilot: Shit! Can we land on that thing?

Pilot: That's why they pay us the big bucks.

*They gingerly set the helo down, but keep the engines running. There are people and soldiers running around everywhere.*

Pilot: Chuck! Get out there and see if you can find out what the hell is going on.

Chuck: I'm on it. *Chuck hops out and goes in search of someone who knows what's going on.*

* A VR hydrofoil a working prototype destroyer receives the following message *

RADIO :: Terrorist situation occuring ... respond immediately.


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** EDITED: Wrong URL ***

OOC: hey a Pegusus Class Missile Patrol Hydrofoil. Nice pic, its what i modeled my Mongooses after only they weren't Hydrofoil, and smaller.

OOC: Well, the COC have indeed been welcomed onboard the ship by the highest ranking Manarth official.

As for weapons, I assumed that if everyone had some, they'd be less skittish about being on my boat. I didn't even have the idea for a terrorist attack until later.

Also, I didn't really expect so much in the way of weaponry. I kinda expected five secret service guys per delegation armed with pistols. (You may note that IC I only had one pistol and it was my Press Secretary that held it! Imagine Colon Powell armed with a .50 as the only guard at an important meeting)

Well anyway, back to the story for all of you.

* First Lieutenant Donaldson who is leading the last unnaccounted for squad( I had 5 on board, 3 led by sergeants, 1 by a Captain, and one by a Liuetenant) and his men are nearing the engine room and spot a man with an Uzi*

Donaldson: DROP YOUR WEAPON AND BE RECOGNIZED

*all of Donaldson's men have their weapons Aimed at this man*

OOC: going back to the grenade lethality. I was just wondering what type of grenade launchers these guys were using. M203s? M79s?

*The Commache Spots the Samsylvannian SH-60 heading towards the Ship*

*CW4 Moss the pilot mutters under his breath*

Moss: Great another Helo in the air, i just wonder how its going to try to land on the helipad with those other Helicopters still in the way. And Kimball had to go and JAM EVERYTHING for christs sake.

*Moss Swings the Helo towards the Samsyvannian chopper and faces it directly and blocks its way as well, while flying backwards*

*Moss flips on his landing lights, and then flips them on and off in morse code to try to get the Samsylvannian Chopper's attention*

HELIPAD-FULL-STOP
PLEASE-ORBIT-AND-WAIT-STOP
FLASH-YOUR-LIGHTS-IF-YOU-READ-THIS-STOP

OOC: going back to the grenade lethality. I was just wondering what type of grenade launchers these guys were using. M203s? M79s?

OOC: they were the 20mm SEMI-AUTO Grenade Launchers used on the OICW. Gimme a minute and i'll look up their Nomenculture for you.
EDIT: http://www.hkpro.com/oicw.htm

::McMillan arrives at the COC submarine::

McMillan: ::To the men on the deck:: Permission to come aboard?

::McMillan arrives at the COC submarine::

McMillan: ::To the men on the deck:: Permission to come aboard?

Commander Kimball: Permission Granted, though i still don't know where i'm going to put you all.

*Kimball Gets on a secure Channel to the FCS LOKI Requesting OV-22 Osprey's to move the delegates of the Sub back to a Manarthian Naval Base(Yes, he's still jamming just not that frequency at the moment)

::In the belly of the ship, fires from the explosion begin creeping closer to main fuel tank two. A small hole caused by shrapnel has caused a slow leak of fuel onto the top of the water. As the fire reaches the spreading fuel, it catches, sending a burst of fire towards the fuel tank::

*The DOSN SH-60 sees another helicopter swing in front of it and start flashing it's landing lights.*

Co-Pilot: I think it's Morse, sir.


HELIPAD-FULL-STOP
PLEASE-ORBIT-AND-WAIT-STOP
FLASH-YOUR-LIGHTS-IF-YOU-READ-THIS-STOP

Pilot: What the hell is going on around here? Alright man, this better be for a good reason.

*The Pilot flashes the landing lights.*

ORBITING-STOP
PLEASE-SIGNAL-WHEN-READY-FOR-US-STOP

* The the VR "hydrophoil" captain learns it is out of range and returns to patrol *

OOC: Well, the COC have indeed been welcomed onboard the ship by the highest ranking Manarth official.

As for weapons, I assumed that if everyone had some, they'd be less skittish about being on my boat. I didn't even have the idea for a terrorist attack until later.

Also, I didn't really expect so much in the way of weaponry. I kinda expected five secret service guys per delegation armed with pistols. (You may note that IC I only had one pistol and it was my Press Secretary that held it! Imagine Colon Powell armed with a .50 as the only guard at an important meeting)

Well anyway, back to the story for all of you.

OOC: At least i admitted to being heavily armed..

*Seeing the line of people waiting for the chopper the dpm delegate takes action.*
Diplomat: Fuck this.. its gonna take ours for these idiots to figure out whos next on the pad
*The delegation runs futherback on the ship and pops opens an orange smoke grenade.. the chopper pilot seeing this flies over to the delegation and drops the ladder from the backhawk*
Diplomat: Nice to see you warrant officer.
WO: Same.. looks like the penguins are still havin fun in the pool.
Diplomat:Ya..they've been giving pattersona hard time.
*The men and trunks are loaded onto the chopper hten it flies over to see specialist patterson runnig out the hallway swearing at the top of his lungs*
Patterson: *chanting* FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK *he looks up at the fully loaded helo*......hot damn... they are alive. *looks in the pool* hot damn.. they're alive too *he flushes the penguins out of the pool and tosses them in the chopper one by one as it comes close to the deck, then he hops in*
*Chopper lifts off*
Patterson: Nice to see you made it out in one peice.. the radio static had me worried.
Diplomat: Looks like you had a few close calls yourself. Wounded?
Patterson: Nah.. just a buncha fuckin pistols everywhere. Nothing to worry about.
Diplomat: Im sure the international community will be rather unsteady come the next summit. Remind me to prepare better for it.

EDIT: speillioningsihyrdsihiiinnnnngggg

OOC: Ed and Sam its time to report Losses.

how many wounded. how many dead, etc.

::Barret sees the men standing pointing their guns at him::

Barret: (to himself) $*&%! What do I do now? WWSD? What would Slotter do? He'd... He'd... he'd... ::looks at all the men with guns pointed at him:: Wait... he wouldn't be in this situation... he sends us grunts to do his work. ::drops his uzi and throws his arms up:: (out loud) Don't shoot me! I'm a delegate from Carianada, sorry I didn't announce things earlier! My helicoptor didn't get clearance to land because the comm signals were jammed, and then they got shot down, I'm all alone, and I'll cooperate with you! It's been so hectic, and I got scared and picked up the first weapon I could find. You gotta believe me, my credentials fell overboard because I was on the side of the boat when I heard this big 'ol explosion! I came to see what was going on! I'm so glad to see you guys! I'll go with you!

1LT Donaldson: First off You still haven't given me your name, and to the best of my Knowledge Carinada did not send a delegation to the summit, secondly, why didn't you stay in your cabin when ordered too. Drop the damn weapon and we will take you into custody. NOW!

There is no delegate from Carianada... DUH!

Barret: (to himself) Damn... picked the wrong country... Wait a minute, what did that CoC bastard just say? ::glances down at the gun he dropped:: I'm sorry, but last time I checked, I HAD dropped my gun. And you wonder why we always cause you guys grief! Yeah I know, who am I, and who are we... My name is Barret. You know the guys that kidnapped Hamilton a while back? Yeah, that was us. We're not Edenstein, we're not Samsylvannia, we're not Henceland Omega, and we sure ain't Euphoni. No, we answer to NOBODY! This ship is going ot sink in a couple minutes, and you're busy trying to interrogate people, shooting random people like whoever the hell your men are shooting overthere on the other side ofthe deck, picking for yourselves who's going to land and rescue their people. Yeah, I'm a terrorist. I didn't blow up the ship, but I knew the guys that did it. You can interrogate me ::looks around as ship continuesto lean and sink:: if we get off this ship alive. But I'll tell you now, I really don't know anything. Oh will you shut stop aiming your damn guns at me? I've been sitting with my hands in the air this whole time! WTF?!? ::sighs:: All right, I'll go with you...

Barret: (to himself) Damn... picked the wrong country... Wait a minute, what did that CoC bastard just say? ::glances down at the gun he dropped:: I'm sorry, but last time I checked, I HAD dropped my gun. And you wonder why we always cause you guys grief! Yeah I know, who am I, and who are we... My name is Barret. You know the guys that kidnapped Hamilton a while back? Yeah, that was us. We're not Edenstein, we're not Samsylvannia, we're not Henceland Omega, and we sure ain't Euphoni. No, we answer to NOBODY! This ship is going ot sink in a couple minutes, and you're busy trying to interrogate people, shooting random people like whoever the hell your men are shooting overthere on the other side ofthe deck, picking for yourselves who's going to land and rescue their people. Yeah, I'm a terrorist. I didn't blow up the ship, but I knew the guys that did it. You can interrogate me ::looks around as ship continuesto lean and sink:: if we get off this ship alive. But I'll tell you now, I really don't know anything. Oh will you shut stop aiming your damn guns at me? I've been sitting with my hands in the air this whole time! WTF?!? ::sighs:: All right, I'll go with you...

1LT Donaldson: A buddy of mine was part of the detail protecting Hamilton, he didn't make it.

*Fires one 20mm grenade right at his chest*

::The fire reaches the fuel tank::

::The sound of the ship blowing completely in two can be heard from inside the sub::

McMillan: What now?!

::As the ship tears it'self appart, it fires srapnel into the air. Secondary explosions rock the ship as other fuel tanks explode::

*CW4 Moss is trailing the Samsylvannian Helo making sure it doesn't do anything stupid while orbiting the liner*

*A Large Explosion rips apart the ship sending shrapnel flying into the air into the low flying Helicopters (both Sam's and mine)*

*The instrument panels on the helicopter start flashing with alarms buzzing in both the pilot's and the gunners ears*

*Smoke starts pouring out of the engine*

CW4 Moss: Sh*t Sh*t Sh*t SHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*The Helicopter starts to lose altitude and in the scramble to try to regain control of the helo the master arm switch is hit and Moss squeezes hard on the stick fighting to regain control of the helicopter, accidently firing a stinger missile straight at the Samsylvannian Helicopter*

*The RAH-66 Slams into the ocean breaking apart with the impact killing both of the pilots, it sinks like a stone*

*CW4 Moss is trailing the Samsylvannian Helo making sure it doesn't do anything stupid while orbiting the liner*

*A Large Explosion rips apart the ship sending shrapnel flying into the air into the low flying Helicopters (both Sam's and mine)*

*The instrument panels on the helicopter start flashing with alarms buzzing in both the pilot's and the gunners ears*

*Smoke starts pouring out of the engine*

CW4 Moss: Sh*t Sh*t Sh*t SHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*The Helicopter starts to lose altitude and in the scramble to try to regain control of the helo the master arm switch is hit and Moss squeezes hard on the stick fighting to regain control of the helicopter, accidently firing a stinger missile straight at the Samsylvannian Helicopter*

*The RAH-66 Slams into the ocean breaking apart with the impact killing both of the pilots, it sinks like a stone*

*The Samsylvannian helo, which was not flying at low altitude due to amount of ship and air traffic in the area, also catches some debris from the exploding ship, killing both engines. The stinger hits the SH-60 in the bottom aft section between the tail boom and the crew compartment. The explosion short circuits the weapons systems and causes the simultanious launching of all the sonarbuoys and arms and launches both torpedos and the AGM-119 Penguin towards the Silencer.*

Pilot: What the hell was that?!
Co-pilot: Both engines are out!
Pilot: Auto-rotating.*The pilot disengages the rotors from the engines*
Pilot: Shit! This thing is flying like a wet sack of cheese. Hang on, we're going in the drink!

*The pilot does his best to pull the helo into a hover about thirty feet above the waves.*

Pilot: Chuck! Bart! Get the hell out of here!

*They both jump from the helo into the water. As Bart opens the door and jumps, his suit snags on the frame and he goes in headfirst, breaking his neck. Chuck lands in the water and inflates his life vest. The helo suddenly pitches forward and slams into the water a mere 50 yards from him.*

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*The Samsylvannian helo, which was not flying at low altitude due to amount of ship and air traffic in the area, also catches some debris from the exploding ship, killing both engines. The stinger hits the SH-60 in the bottom aft section between the tail boom and the crew compartment. The explosion short circuits the weapons systems and causes the simultanious launching of all the sonarbuoys and arms and launches both torpedos and the AGM-119 Penguin towards the Silencer.*

Pilot: What the hell was that?!
Co-pilot: Both engines are out!
Pilot: Auto-rotating.*The pilot disengages the rotors from the engines*
Pilot: Shit! This thing is flying like a wet sack of cheese. Hang on, we're going in the drink!

*The pilot does his best to pull the helo into a hover about thirty feet above the waves.*

Pilot: Chuck! Bart! Get the hell out of here!

*They both jump from the helo into the water. As Bart opens the door and jumps, his suit snags on the frame and he goes in headfirst, breaking his neck. Chuck lands in the water and inflates his life vest. The helo suddenly pitches forward and slams into the water a mere 50 yards from him.*

IC: *One Mark 46 torpedo's streaks through the water into the submarine exploding in the aft section ripping a 4 foot hole through the pressure hull, the other MK 46 Torpedo's parachute didn't deploy properly and on impact with the water broke apart. The Penguin Missile streaks towards the LARGEST radar target and impacts upon the Sinking Liner. The Silencer begins listing slightly to port with flooding in the engine room*

*Commander Kimball is knocked off his feet by the explosion and falls off the bridge sliding down the sail and onto the main deck breaking his back*

*The flooding is controlled within the engine room but the sub must operate on its batteries and move at 5 Knots and can no longer submerge*

*The ship begins to explode and the shrapnel hits the helicopters(metioned by COC)*

MCD: Holy crap!! The ships being ripped apart! Two helos just went down!
Marine: What do we do now sir?
MCD: I don't know, if theres no chance of us getting off of this ship in a helo we may have to resort to something drastic...

*Begins searching his pockets for something*

Barret: ::clutches his chest and looks down as blood starts to ooze over his shirt:: (graons) CoC bastards! And you wonder why we're after you! You just... don't ::gasps:: leave well... enough alone... :We'll... get... you... yet! ::staggers and falls to the ground. He raises his head slightly and looks at the man who shot him:: Ass... ::dies::

*Several hundred yards behind the liner and the submarine, two heads emerge from the water. They look around, paddle to a nearby piece of floating wreckage, and grab on. One discards a small metal cylinder. They cling to opposite ends of the wreckage, glaring at each other. After a few minutes, they start arguing, very loudly due to temporary hearing loss.*

Zofia: Just had to flip off the COC didn't you?

Jackson: *mocking her* Just had to jump over the rail didn't you?

Zofia: So, why did the Master Chief have that oxygen tank again?

Jackson: Standard issue 20 minute air supply for all Samsylvannian Marines. We're all trained in deep free diving techniques, as I see you have been.

Zofia: I hold the Edenstein record, 430 feet. *Coughs and spits out water* Damnit, I think I've got some shrapnel in my leg.

Jackson: At lease you don't have a CoC bullet in your ass.

Zofia: I hate CoCs! I hate the water. AND I HATE YOU!!!

Jackson: Of all the people to be stuck in the middle of the Atlantic with...

Well thats pure and simple godmodding sam... end of story.

OOC: Sam is god modding ... :x And I repeat myself ... this is why I left LETI.

OOC: Oh for pete's sake would you all take a chill pill? Nothings going to come of it. After this, it's all going to die for a while except for Samsylvannia having another vendetta against CoC. We're writing a story here, not "Treatise on the Survivability of Humans in Water While Being Bombarded from a Sinking Ocean Liner."

OOC: Might as well let them be. No changing their minds now.

Not everyone can have a nation with leaders as fluid as mine.

IC: ::Manarth helicopters arrive and move the VR, Manarth, and COC delegates, crew and others to the naval base at New Boston (on the St. Lawrence river)::

::From there, each person is flown back to their home country. COC taskforce remains behind to repair the sub::

*Samsyvannian helos arrive and pick up Jackson and...blahbblahblahblah everybody gets home the summit's over.*