MBC newsflash, Train crash in Midlonia
http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/335000/images/_337075_train300.jpg
This is all that is left of the 4.15 train to Middenheim, at least 40 people are dead and over 200 injured when the train derailed, crash experts suspect sabotage, as a missing rail was found apporximately 40 yards from the line itsself, Terrorists who could have been expecting the Emperor in his train, which mercifully was delayed by engine failure..
Kazakhstania
10-02-2004, 17:56
*Kazakhstanian News*
We here at Kazakhstanian news, blame it on the teorrist rebels which also plague our country. They have targetted many a person, and we blame them for this unruly sabotage.
The rebels must be put to a stop, and their sources killed.
*Kazakhstanian News*
We here at Kazakhstanian news, blame it on the teorrist rebels which also plague our country. They have targetted many a person, and we blame them for this unruly sabotage.
The rebels must be put to a stop, and their sources killed.
We will do what we can to help, we donate 2000 ASS.
OOC-Can i be the terrorist group responible? I am looking for a semi-type of war but knowing it wont affect our relations after i just acchieved peace?
Shur stresses commuter safety. Don't trade speed for safety. We send our condolences.
Were sending in a Mi-17 chopper with Medical and Military Personnel to assist....
OOC-If you have some other plans ignore this post
We take glorious responsibility in this! WE HAVE ACCOMPLISHED WHAT NO ONE THOUGHT COULD HAPPEN.! This proves that no nation is completely safe :twisted:
Say, TA, wheres your territory? We could send a supply of Nuclear Warheads via some.....transport.....bombers.....
McLeod03
10-02-2004, 19:09
Say, TA, wheres your territory? We could send a supply of Nuclear Warheads via some.....transport.....bombers.....
Ha, could you now?
*Readies strike package to hit Nodea Rudav*
We are not stupid! Well maybe we are! BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! ahem yes we are in the presidents house of course :wink:
We are not stupid! Well maybe we are! BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! ahem yes we are in the presidents house of course :wink: :lol:
Don't, or alot of nations be down your throat.
Midlonia
10-02-2004, 19:25
We are not stupid! Well maybe we are! BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! ahem yes we are in the presidents house of course :wink: :lol:
err u need to make a post then RPing how u got into my country please, even though my Security is ruthless, i have mentioned it elsewhere..
NR a lot of nations are already on him....
Sorry,But i have made peace with most of them!
Midlonia
10-02-2004, 19:41
except the GME, and this is an unprovoked attack, this attack has broken the treaties that were set, we agreed to your demands, only just now it looks like i will be invading TH HLF again, well done
ooc-didnt i write.can i be the terrorists? and didnt i also say if you have future plans ignore this post? i asked so nothing bad would happen outside this RP
except the GME, and this is an unprovoked attack, this attack has broken the treaties that were set, we agreed to your demands, only just now it looks like i will be invading TH HLF again, well done
Why I have done jack shit? Anyway Terrorist Alliance has done nothing wrong and has merly pretended to be the terrorists as I have done with Aust in his new thread. Aust knows how to RP and you should learn Midlonia.
WTF Over
10-02-2004, 19:55
Ambassador Kharel sits boredly listening to the session, eyes lethargically trailing back and forth between the nations giving threats and counter threats.
"Always a testosterone fest in here," he thinks to himself.
A finger touches the earpiece, he squints to try and decipher what the interpreter was attempting to translate. His other hand lays down the Mont Blanc pen and shuffles his paperwork, pulling several pages back to reveal some photographs.
Taken with the "Weather Satellite" his regional space agency just placed into orbit, the image displeases him, as it also displeased the intelligence officer that handed it to him not 20 minutes earlier. He lays the papers back down covering the photograph, and pulls out his PDA, quickly sending off a quick message to an assistant at their Consulate offices not 500 feet away.
"Unending parlay, no mention of elevated levels of background radiation that SkyLark detected. Recommend to president to retask satellite for night pass over area."
He presses (SEND) and replaces it in his jacket, leaning back to listen to the tirades of nations so willing to war over the unknown.
Midlonia
10-02-2004, 20:41
:: Awaiting TA or ither terroist co-allition response, this will not go unpunished ::
WTF Over
11-02-2004, 03:03
Location: Nassau, the Bahamas
Time: 1430 Zulu
The man sat by himself on the outdoor terrace of the bistro, taking slow sips of his imported beer while jotting notes into his PDA. Every so often he would glance over the rims of his aviator sunglasses at the tourists, a haggle session betwen some Germans and a local merchant elliciting a slight smirk trailing from one corner of his mouth. An audible *crash* at a nearby table draws his attention away from the souvenir stands and duty-free shops. He looks over his shoulder to watch the situation unfold.
A waiter stands over a middle-aged couple, most likely rather wealthy judging from their appearance and demeanor. From what he can gather, the waiter was walking by and inadvertently dumped a pitcher of frozen margaritas over her and her brand new designer dress. The waiter used a rag from his waist and tried to wipe up as much of the liquid from the table as he could. His apologies and nods stopped once he caught sight of the man watching him. The waiter stands, and walks toward the man, holding out a menu and folding the lime soaked rag back over his forearm.
"Welcome to Nassau, Sir. Do you have an idea of what you would like to order?"
The seated man shook his head, taking another drink of his beer, and placing his PDA in his pocket.
"You know, Carter, I thought the purpose to having spooks in deep cover was for them to keep a low profile. You know, the whole cloak and dagger type shit."
The waiter grins, a slight shrug. "Eh, those two are worth more than the GNP of half the nations in the UN, and they left me a 3% tip yesterday. Screw them, I doubt they're any threat to our national security."
A sigh of resignation from the seated man, and a more serious look overtakes his face. "There's been a situation, a train wreck, but it looks to be part of something more."
Carter nods, and lays down the menu. "May I suggest one of our bold reds, they're vivacious and not too tannic."
The man stands, places money for the beer on the table, and readjusts his jacket and sunglasses.
"You and your team will be picked up at the Grand Provencial service entrance at 1800 Zulu. Standard disclaimer, the Defense Cabinet will disavow knowledge of your existence should your mission be compromised."
"Of course, we wouldn't have it any other way."
"Good luck, Carter. Looks like vacation time is over."
"Sure does."
The man turns and walks away, opening the small wrought iron gate separating the sidewalk from the restaurant and merging with the midday crowds of shoppers. Carter turns and walks back toward the interior of the restaurant, passing by the angered couple and the apologetic manager now hovering over the table. He balls up the rag on his arm, tossing it at the manager, and empties the remainder of the margarita pitcher on the woman before exiting the restaurant.
He pulls a small phone out of his pocket and dials. "It's go time, briefing in 15 minutes at safehouse A."