NationStates Jolt Archive

John Harold: *Sits down at his chair and waits for arrival of his fellow Comrade national Leaders.*

My envoy has landed in a hellcoptor . and has arrvied at the spot.

Ambassador Samuel Ryan sat in the helicopter as it flew over Yatonsa. The little craft began to descend towards the ground, and as it's wheels touched the earth the Ambassador got out. He then makes his way to Mr. Harold.

Soldiers:*Walk up to envoy.*

Soldier: Please come with us sir.

Soldiers: *Take envoy to door and open it for him.*

Envoy: *Walks in.*

Lazlo's envoy arrives, three pearl white Rolls Royce's in a line. The doors of the two outer cars open, and four 'spook' type guards emerge from each vehicle. They all take a stationary point around the vehicle, and escort Lazlo, a man of his early thirties, into Harold's Conference Room.

We are ready to begin when you are.

John Harold: Welcome everyone to the founding of the Human Rights organisation. Firstly the terms are very simple do not violate anyones rights we are a organisation that is dedicated to helping others and preserveing others rights so they can live happily.

John Harold: Lets sign.

John Harold: *Pulls out pen and writes signature on treaty.*

John Harold: *Passes it to someone else.*

The fedral unions envoy will puts its stamp signcuer.

Ryan signed for his nation.
BBTML had just made it's first real contribution to the world, and hopefully it would not be it's last.

A large white, red, and gold painted RV-32 swept low across the line of parked helicopters, before hovering and lowering landing gear. The craft started its descent, blowing dust and leaves across the entire helipad.

Before the engines even shut down, four soldiers wearing Royal Guard uniforms rushed out, followed by two RPU agents. Behind them came Sir Reginold Whittingsworth, Duke of McLeodia. He strode across the tarmac, flanked by his bodyguards, and the Royal Guard soldiers.

Lets hope this work's out.

The Fedral Unions envoy passes a check for 500 million fedral dollars to the head of the confrance..

(staement )

Our goverment wishes to contribuite this ammout of cash to help this get started
(end)

Indeed.

Lazlo looks upon the document with some pride, thinking to himself that while the going will be tough, he's pretty confident that we'll pull through.

Mr. Harold, I am confident that the motto here is:
"The greater lesson learned is in the Struggle, not the Victory."
I hope we'll do some good here.

Lazlo takes the pen and signs the document

The sniper lay still peeking through the sites out the window, he watches John Harold sign. Then when the Fedral Union envoy member signs the sniper gets him in his sights.

The sniper fires two single shots, then switchs to semi auto and fires a further 5 bullets at Fedral Union members.

The sniper then throws his weapon out the building and bites his cyanide tooth, breaking open and killing him.

What the hell!?

( 3 of the envoys lie dead 1 is injuerd thank fully one was in a back room out of site )

the Fedral union intelgance agency suspects the GLA ... the information has been fowrded to congress. we awaite a staement from them.

We support the GLA terrorists.

GLA you have a TG.

The body of the sniper is laying on the floor, face down. A pool of dribble out from his mouth. Next to the body is a locked briefcase.

(Fedral union congress)
This conrgress of the fedral union has voted for a formal declration of war on the GLA Terrorists .

(end )

The RPU agents throw the Duke to the ground, guns drawn in an instant, eyes sweeping the surrounding buildings. They then start dragging him rapidly back towards the RV-32, accompanied by two of the Royal Guard.

Meanwhile, the other two, weapons held high, rush towards the sound of the shots, spotting the weapon lying on the ground. One wraps it in his DPM jacket, then follows the other into the building, sweeping room by room, looking for the sniper.

Thats a true Motto :D.

Suddenly the glass behind John Harold broke the bullet tearing through followed by another few Machine gun shots. The bullets hit the Envoy.

John Harold: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

John Harold: *John Harold and the other men in the room pull Envoy out of the room and into a windowless corridor.*

Soldiers: *Pick up Envoy and take him down to sick bay.*

John Harold: NO!!!!!!! HES HIT!!!!!!!!!!.

Oustside, Lazlo's 'spooks' run toward the spot where they thought they saw muzzle flashes. Turns out they were right, because they discovered the body of a GLA Terrorist. They quickly radioed the word upstairs, but it didn't matter, as soon as the first shot rang, Lazlo's guards were on top of him like white on rice.
Lazlo now stands, surveying the situation...
I don't believe this. I-I....

<OOC> Sorry about that, I'm really supposed to be Nazguul. My friend was over last nite, and created this account. He must have put on auto-logon, stupid bastard. Anyways, I was adding some of you to my dossier, and must have closed my actual Login window. I'm really supposed to be posting as The Armed Republic of Nazguul.
<OOC>

(The Fedral unions injuerd envoy mutters some thing about his faimly. )

Soldiers:*Pull dead envoy out of conference room.*

(a Fedral Union secret agent lands in a hellcoptor and walks in the confrance room )

John Harold: Its over now. We have got Terrorists.

Soldiers: *Put Kevlar vest on John Harold.*

Soldiers: *Hand John Harold a SKS rifle.*

John Harold: *Loads it.*

The two Royal Guardsmen rush into the room, one recovering the locked suitcase, the other searching the body of the sniper, looking for ID papers or the suchlike.

Fedral union agent : Congress has alredy delcared war on them weve idetifyed the faction as the GLA Terrorists

Still in disbelief, as the medical crew checks him out, outside, Lazlo is angry, angry that someone wants to crash his party already.
Back in the Conference Hall, he tries to catch everyone togther, and it seems everyone is now armed, except him.
Well, Gentlemen, what do you propose we do about this?

John Harold: *Walks with Soldiers to main Congress room.*

Soldiers: *Lock Kevlar doors.*

(The place is armored with Uranium-238 walls.)

The agent : I think we should hunt the rest down and destroy them .

The two Royal Guardsmen rush into the room, one recovering the locked suitcase, the other searching the body of the sniper, looking for ID papers or the suchlike.

the suitcase filled with c4 and a timed detonator explodes as it is picked up.

The building rocking, Lazlo is stumbling along with his entourage, trying to stay on his feet.
Madness! This is bloody madness!

But hes doing a good job :wink:

Fedral Union agent : WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ?! The agent draws his baretta pistol.

The Guardsman holding the case is virtually vaporised, the other, hiding behind a stud wall, just about to call the other soldier back out, is wounded, but still alive. On looking into the room, there is nothing left. The only evidence they have is the rifle downstairs.

He rushes downstairs, grabs the rifle, now safely wrapped up in his DPM jacket, and begins to run towards the RV-32.

The Guardsman holding the case is virtually vaporised, the other, hiding behind a stud wall, just about to call the other soldier back out, is wounded, but still alive. On looking into the room, there is nothing left. The only evidence they have is the rifle downstairs.

He rushes downstairs, grabs the rifle, now safely wrapped up in his DPM jacket, and begins to run towards the RV-32.

the c4 bomb would have blown up thalf the building!

A hellcoptor filled with 10 fedral union agents land .

Lazlo decides that he's had enough fun for one day. Before anymore mayhem can spread, his entourage of 'spooks' whisks him out of there. He's kept close in with six men, as two go over the cars for explosives, although there were four men outside, they still check carefully.
Everything clear, Lazlo loads up into his cars and they speed away, going back to Nazguul, to see if he can make some sense of what he's gotten himself into..

OOC: I didn't realise how much C4. Well, in that case, ignroe the last post and:

IC: The two Guardsmen next to the RV-32 watch as the building disappears in a ball of flame, before running over to retrieve the rifle, and look for survivors.

John Harold: Get them out of the building!.

(An agent on a loud speaker )
Attetion all freindly personell We are hear to evacuate this area .

please respond .

(end loud speaker messge )

With 4 Agents covering him with FN FAL rifles, Ryan rushes towards the helicopter as it begins to ascend.
Apparently, certain people did not like this organization.

Fedral union agents :

Lets move lets move !
We have to geto ut of hear before any more attacks.

The Royal Guardsmen look at the TFU agent, then at each other, and start laughing. Both are veterans of terrorist attacks, being present on the night of Prince Michaels death, and they know that there is no rush. Any terrorists would be miles away by now.

"Who does he think he is then?" said one.

"Bloody leader or something." said the other.

The two pick up the rifle, and amble back towards the parked RV-32.

The Fedral union agents scoff

and contunie escorting people out.

The two Guardsmen reach the RV-32, off-load the rifle, then, picking up a portable stove, start making a brew, watching everyone else running about like headless chickens.

"What are they up to?" said the first.

"Dunno" said the second, "Pass the sugar, mate".

Out of nowhere, a stealthy XM-180 Dragonfly Power Armor & Drop ship, descends from the sky, landing on the Tarmac only about twenty feet away from The Royal Guardsmen.
A small squad of men, eight in total, obviously Intelligence Commando's accompanied by a single Communications Officer, emerge from the craft. Their gaze fixed on the Guardsmen, they walk over casually, carrying large cases, which they drop, and the lead man walks over and pats one of the Guardsmen on the shoulder.

How are you doing, mate? Seems like we've got a situation here. Lazlo dispatched us from a routine training mission over at Lady Bird. They figured we'd be commin hot, so we got ready to set up fast.
Anyways, a Sitrep would be nice, how 'bout fillin' us in?

The soldier turns around, and orders his men to get ready, which they do. Opening the cases reveales their weapons:
Five TX-43 Light Assault Rifles
Two TX-11 Sniper Rifles
One TX-50 Heavy Support Rifle
Eight TX-20 Standard Pistols
One Radio

The men gear up and lock and load, waiting to set up a defensive perimeter.

The fedral union agents take out the last of the boides and the injuerd Evnoy and get in the helecoptor then takes off.