NationStates Jolt Archive

CEO of DMBII Raphael D'Bartello sighed and ran his fingers though his greying hair. Everything had gone so terribly wrong, so terribly terribly wrong. The breakdown in security, the theft, then the crash... All of it would be placed on his shoulders.

After pouring himself a third scotch, he sat down at his terminal and begin typing out the dispatch he hoped he would never have to write...



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..........URGENT..........URGENT..........URGENT..........URGENT

FROM : CEO/President Of Dynamite Monkey Biological Industries
INC (DMBII)
TO : World At Large
SUBJECT : Project GREYFIRE

..........URGENT..........URGENT..........URGENT..........URGENT

As of 1600 hours GMT a person or persons unknown, penetrated
security of DMBII's reserch facility (ARGENT Complex) using
advanced technology, and stole several containers of a dangerous
bioweapon, code named GREYFIRE.

Said person or persons absconded with the containers in a high
altitude hovercraft, a technology currently beyond the ability
of our fine country to reproduce.

Said hovercraft was disabled by [Censored]. However the craft
broke up in flight before it could be forced down, potentially
spreading the GREYFIRE agent over a large, and unknown, area.

This bioweapon, GREYFIRE, is highly contagious and has a
infection/fatality ratio of 74%. The only symptom is a greying
of the skin to an ashy pallor 12-24 hours after exposure. Death
usually follows in an additional 12 to 24 hours.

All information about Preject GREYFIRE is being made public at
the DMBII Network site. We have also set up a emergency hotline
to report any information about possible outbreaks or information
about the identity of the person or persons resposible for the
theft.

..........URGENT..........URGENT..........URGENT..........URGENT

EOF


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That finished, he took the bottle of scotch, and made his way to balcony, to watch the sun go down as he drank himself into a stupor.

Fade in to a pretty anchorwoman sitting behind a newsdesk as the DMN News theme plays

This is Shelly Keller reporting for DMN official state news.

Rumors and questions abound concerning todays theft at DMBRII's Argent facillity. Who was it? How did they get in? The CEO of DMBRII has refused all calls for a face to face interview, refering all questions to the dispatch released earlier this day.

The Secretary of Science Affairs has indicated he will make a statment sometime later today. As well, Internal Investigations Bureau has started an investigation into this incident.

Meanwhile, in downtown Monkeyville, drug stores are doing brisk business in rubber gloves and face masks, even though the government has repeatedly assured citizens that craft with the the stolen bioweapons, which for years the government has denied having, crashed no where near Monkeyvillle. You can be sure that a lot of people will have quite a bit of explaining to do in the near future.

This is Shelly Keller, reporting.

Fade to commercial break

If DynamiteMonkey will allow it, Hattia would like to assist in finding the stolen bioweapon.

If DynamiteMonkey will allow it, Hattia would like to assist in finding the stolen bioweapon.

The Proctor of Dynamite Monkey fires off a quick reply via AutoTelePhotoGramaton

... Any and all assistance is apprecated, please take all nessacery precautions. The agent is question is exceptionally dangerous. Possible dissemination into the environment may have occured...

Very well, we will dispatch some of our NBC units. If we find that it has been dispersed we will attempt to contain or destroy it.

If needed I'll dispatch a unit to help track down the persons responsable.

SEVERAL HOURS AGO:

General Astin head of special weapons lay in bed reading the last page of CONGO when the phone ran.
"Astin"
"Sir we found out someone stole some of DynamiteMonkey's GREYFIRE from one of their labs."
"Good God, increase security at the A-1 site. No one gets in or out without MY permission do you understand?"
"Yes sir!"
"I'll be at HQ in an hour."
"Sir."
Astin hung up and got dressed. "My God, what'll happen if that stuff hits an air current?"

Very well, we will dispatch some of our NBC units. If we find that it has been dispersed we will attempt to contain or destroy it. ooc: NBC isn't that a copyright breach? i smell lawsuit.

cartorian special forces may look into the matter when they are finished with a current opperation that can't really be discussed right now

Heh, NBC=Nuclear Biological Chemical.

ooc: ok well then i'll just send in our CBS (COMPLETE BULL $%IT)

(jk i am still just messin around)

Very well, we will dispatch some of our NBC units. If we find that it has been dispersed we will attempt to contain or destroy it.

Fade in on a messanger running down a hallway, a very millitary looking hallway. The decor is spartan an unfriendly.

"Sir! Sir! General Koffak, I have news. Bad news!" The messanger panted out as he ran up to the Imposing figure.

"What is it? Greyfire?" Replied the General.

"Yes Sir. We've had reports here, here, and here." He said, pointing to a map on the wall.

"Confirmed outbreaks?" Asked the General warily.

"No, but we have units on the way to check it out, Sir." Replied the messanger.

"Damn, let me know as soon as possible. I'm going to call the Big Guy and ask him to declare martial law. We have to get this under control. Have we heard from Hattia's NBC squad yet?"

"No Sir, not yet. But they're close to one of the possible sites... Sir. One of the sites is ... Across the border." The messanger said nervously.

"I know, I know... This is going to get... Ugly." The General sighed.

Fade out on the General's concerned looking face

We will be sending people over to help clear up the place.

If needed I'll dispatch a unit to help track down the persons responsable.

SEVERAL HOURS AGO:

General Astin head of special weapons lay in bed reading the last page of CONGO when the phone ran.
"Astin"
"Sir we found out someone stole some of DynamiteMonkey's GREYFIRE from one of their labs."
"Good God, increase security at the A-1 site. No one gets in or out without MY permission do you understand?"
"Yes sir!"
"I'll be at HQ in an hour."
"Sir."
Astin hung up and got dressed. "My God, what'll happen if that stuff it's an air current?"


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Dispatch 100533-A3
To : General Astin
From : General Koffak
Re : Greyfire

Per your question, No, we really don't have any leads. We're just looking for a way to contain this right now. There is no telling how far it may spread. Finding where the craft crashed would be a good place to start though. All of our satilite survailence systems are currently trying to find out where it went down, but we've had no luck so far.
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Its confirmed we have a case in Tansong. A city of ours a entire district has been infected.

Men wearing gas masks with long noses run up to people and take them to quaranteen in the special care epidemic unit that is underneath the hospital. The special care epidemic unit is underground and is guarded. All docters wear suits.

Down there they have the most high tech equipment such as Electron beams.

After landing at the airport, the team headed out towards where the craft had crashed. They stopped at a house on the side of the road to ask for directions. The commander knocked on the door. "Hello, I just, WHAT THE HELL!" the person who answered the door skin was grey. The commander ran back to the vehicle. "Call up the Dynamitemonkey government, tell them to get here quick!"

SPECIAL WEAPONS HQ
Kriegspiel Depot

Astin drinks a cup of coffee. An orderly comes out of the radio room

"Sir?" Astin turns to him.
"Yes Corp?"
"We heard a radio transmission from Yatonsa."
Astin's face turned grey with worry.
"And?"
"It appears one of their cities is infected." Astin grabs the paper and reads.
"Damn. Get a line to the president. Corp, everyone here stays here until this is resovled. Secure the "Andromeda" room. Get Alpha company from Fire Ice onto helis to get to site A-1. Get another group of helis to pick up some scientist from site A-2, with suits! Get them to DynamiteMonkey."
"Sir."
The corpral moves off into the radio room.
"Sir?"
"Corp?"
"We got the president."
"Mr. President? General Astin here. We got a situation."

Fade in on Proctor For Life, Keffer J. Kell, sitting at his desk, and adressing the camera.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is with heavy heart that I must announce today the invocation of martial law. There will be a twenty hour a day curfew, and all citizens will undergo mandatory testing for GREYFIRE. You can rest ausured that we are taking all possible steps to contain and controll this terrible plague. All flights in and out of Dynamite Monkey have been cancled, anyone attempting to cross the border will be shot. Thank you, that is all.

Fade to DMN News, which begins a program on how to recognize the signs of GREYFIRE, and where to report suspeced cases.

Our government has a solution to this problem if it is permitted. We will send over a C-130 with a fuel air bomb. It will then be dropped on the town in question destroying any reminates of this desease

Fade in on the top stories of a skyscraper in downtown Monkeyville, several branches of the government, along with observers a specialists from Hattia, Golden Scimitar, and Yatonsa, are setting up a command post there. A large plaque hastily mounted on the wall reads Operation : White Shield. The place looks like controlled chaos.

"Watch out where you're putting that!"

"Has anyone seen the tech guys? My comlink is out."

"Put those boxes of supplies over there."

"Set up the special envoys downstairs, and make sure the Heliport stays clear!"

"Thirteen more confirmed cases Sir, I'll add them to the map."

"Move those computers over to the science wing, they need them more than we do."

Fade out

A small convoy of Land Rovers entered a quarentined town. Each person inside the vehicles is wearing a bio hazard suit. The man in the lead pulls out a cell-phone.
"General Astin?" he asked
"That you Mike?" Astin said
"Yeah, were in one of the infected areas. We're getting some airscrubbers to try to capture some of the GREYFIRE."
"Mike, be careful. Make sure none of your guys have their suits ripped. Don't want you guys to die."
"Right, Astin."
Micheal Donovan hung up. He spotted something in a doorway. He moved closer. A young woman lay there. Grey as stone.
"Johnny!" he cried "Get a body bag! Everyone, be careful don't let your suits rip. Get a scrubber set up."
The team set to work.

Our government has a solution to this problem if it is permitted. We will send over a C-130 with a fuel air bomb. It will then be dropped on the town in question destroying any reminates of this desease

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Message Begins ..... Negative Huzen Hagen, The affected area is to large, and seems to have spread to other countries ..... Message Ends.

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General Korell read the latest intelligence report and took a deep breath. He tapped at a console on his desk, and a vidcomm screen slid vertically out of his glossy, black desk.

"Contact the Founder," he said at the prompt. "Priority level."

After a short wait, the image of a young man appeared on the screen. "What's the matter, Taevan?"

"Sir," the general began, "we need to call an emergency meeting."

***

The mood at the conference held deep within the capital of the Dominion was not a very light one.

"It was only a matter of time," General Korell said. "We've seen it coming after the defects in the O.R.C. Project."

"But the problematic O.R.C.s were discovered soon after the maturation process was completed," said General Avrek. "The W.I.S.P. Program has been in effect for a very long time and this has been the first complication we've run across."

"We'll leave the details to the scientists to figure out," the Founder stated. He looked at Korell, "Now, Taevan, what exactly happened?"

Korell moistened his lip before proceeding. "A couple of days ago, we lost all contact with one of the W.I.S.P.s operating in Farktopia. There was the initial 24-hour grace period before we looked for the missing agent, but by then, it was already too late. Agent A3-156 was last detected infiltrating the ARGENT Complex in the nation of DynamiteMonkey. What he was doing there we don't yet know, since that was far from what his mission parameters dictated. He left in a hovercraft, but was shot down by DynamiteMonkey forces. The anti-matter autodestruct kicked in and obliterated any evidence of the craft's make as well as its passenger. There's no way anyone could trace him back to us. Shortly afterwards, we intercepted a message describing this incident, and learned that Agent A3-156 stole a biological weapon being researched at the ARGENT Complex called GREYFIRE. The destruction of the hovercraft released the bioweapon into the atmosphere, and while the anti-matter likely took out much of the bioweapon, enough escaped to cause outbreaks in several nearby cities."

The Founder shook his head in dismay. "Recall all W.I.S.P.s from the field. I want to know exactly what happened to that agent that made him deviate from his mission so drastically, and make sure that it won't happen to any other W.I.S.P.s. Make sure there is absolutely no trace left of our agent and the ship. I know it was unmarked and untraceable to begin with, but I don't want to take any chances. Contact DynamiteMonkey. Tell them we're sending medical aid to help them in with this tragedy. It's the least we can do for them."

***

To the nation of DynamiteMonkey:

The Dominion will be sending medical relief to your infected cities. Please designate an airport for our personnel to land at.

Kriegspeil Depot

It was Astin's tenth cup of coffee. The Depot and the Andromeda-1 facility had been locked down for several hours. So far it appered nothing had reach Golden Simatar or New Orion. He was about to get another cup when the orderly came back, with a puzzled look on his face.
"Sir?"
"Yes corp?"
"We heard something bizzare from Jackal 7 in Remtkara."
"What?"
"It appears the GREYFIRE incident happened because an agent of theirs went crazy."
"WHAT!?" Astin grabbed the sheet. "Are you telling me this is all happened because some guy lost a bolt holding his brain together?!"
"Yes sir."
"Sh***. Get me Donovan. I want to see how he's doing."

************

SEVERAL HOURS AGO
Donovan's team had set up an airtight tent for his men to sleep. But there is a tear in the fabic. Donovan and his team are laying down on the ground dead.

************

Current

"This is nest to eagle one. Nest to eagle one please respond." The radioman tried. The corpral left the radio room.
"Sir? We can't reach Donovan."
"Must be a problem with the radio. Keep trying." The corpral went back into the room. Astin drank down the rest of his coffee. "Need a expresso." He told himself.

Fade in to a older gentleman sitting behind a news desk, the DMN Network logo is behind him.

Hello, this is Ernie Ellis reporting fo DMN News. This just in, a mob of some three hundred have stormed the Monkeyville airport, and are attempting to comendeer a MonkeyJet 600.

Wait... More news

He holds his headseat, trying to listen to something...

Yes, My God... Several of the mob were belived to be infected, forcing our government to... to... shoot down the airliner as it took off. It... has crashed and is burning in the center of the only airstrip capable of handling the heavy loads required for the MonkeyJet 600, and for the relief flights coming in from around the area.

He looks distraught

The only other airport capable of handeling these type of flights is the Dynamite Monkey Air Force Base some three hundred miles away.

Clears his throat

This also just in... Many of the potentially infected are trying to flee overland, across the borders. The Army has issued a shoot on sight order for anyone attempting to illegally cross the border...

Listens to his headsead again.

What? My God... Quick, go to commercial.

Fade out to a commercial

DynamiteMonkey, the Armed Republic of Haick recognises you have a serious problem, and we wish to aid in any way posible. We are not well suited for much, but the health of our citizens is very important to us and I myself have a background in genetics and Bioengineering. If I could get a description and a sample of this in a lab, I garantee a cure ASAP. This disease must be stopped before it reaches more nations.

Hattia will begin to drop relief supplies via helicopter. We can also dispatch police forces to prevent rioting. If the DynamiteMonkey government would like.

"This is nest to eagle one. Nest to eagle one please respond." The radioman tried. The corpral left the radio room.
"Sir? We can't reach Donovan."
"Must be a problem with the radio. Keep trying." The corpral went back into the room. Astin drank down the rest of his coffee. "Need a expresso." He told himself.



Fade in to Operation White Shield HQ

A Harried looking aide runs up to the general....

"Sir, We've lost touch with several of our groups, including some of the relief teams."

"Damn it, After we had to shoot down the airliner I was hoping for some good news for a change. Don't you have any good news for me?"

"Yes sir, We may have located where the wreckadge of the hovercraft is. It's doesn't seem to be a lot, and the debries are spread out over a wide area, but it's the only lead we have so far."

"Excellent, get a team out there ASAP."

"Yes Sir."

"Oh, and get us more coffie, this is going to be a very long week..."


Fade out

(OOC: Err, that post from Remtkara? Yeah...wrong nation. Oops. The Dominion would be moi, Rhinara. And The Golden Simatar, I hate to burst bubbles, but being around for over a year and having intelligence as one of its main focuses, it's impossible to get a spy into my nation. Well, "impossible" is an overexaggeration, but you'd need to give me a very good reason for how you get past all my counter-intelligence measures (via TG, please). As I said, intelligence is one of Rhinara's main focuses, and Rhinara's been around for much longer than you have, and what with the closed-border policy and all, getting anyone in at all or even tapping into the heavily-encrypted messages inside The Most Secured Area of all Rhinara is, frankly, quite tricky.

Sorry for rambling, but I really don't like it when people simply assume that they can do anything with my nation without even consulting me first. So much so that I even asked DynamiteMonkey for permission to be the "bad guy" on this thread, lest I verge on godmodding by assuming what I don't have the right to assume. I've nothing against you, Simatar; I'd just wish we'd at least discuss it first :) )

The Rhinaran airplane changed course to the Dynamite Monkey Air Force Base as directed. ETA one hour.

OOC: Rhinara sry. :oops: But what are "burst bubbles". Do you mean flashing from one place to another? If so then how do you get thru movies and novels? It's a common thing there.

(OOC: I'm just trying to find a more unique way of saying "burst your bubble" ;) )

He looked around, seeing trees everywhere. It was night and he was using his passive night vision goggles to see his surroundings. He knew where he was going - toward the border of Dynamite Monkey and out of that country - but as to how he knew the direction and the land he was in, he was clueless.

He was dressed in all black as he moved swiftly yet silently through the night. A rifle capable of numerous functions was on his back. All the gadgets and weaponry he carried he knew exactly how to use, but again, did not know how he knew. He simply did.

Having jettisoned from his hovercraft right before it blew up in a ball of flames, he parachuted down into the forest. The parachute got caught and tangled in the trees and he had to cut the straps, leading to a nasty fall to the floor of the forest, but he recovered quickly. Very quickly.

Now the objective was to get far from the debris that used to be his hovercraft - which were just tiny pieces of twisted metals by now - and to get out of Dynamite Monkey or die.

***

Once the Dominion medical plane landed and rolled into its designated space, dozens of medical personnel and equipment came pouring out of it. They all wore self-contained, air-tight suits, and began working with the people at the air base to get to the infected areas as soon as possible. One of the personnel brought the following message:

The Dominion will be sending military aid to prevent those infected from crossing Dynamite Monkey borders.