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OOC: This is the story-RP version of http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=122861 - "Impress Airways Flight 204 Hijacked! (Open RP)" Please read that before you post here.
Again, this is the story-version. Here, you are a character on the plane. You may post here as anyone on the plane. There are 13 terrorists, 832 (523 of them under the age of eighteen). There is 39 crew members. Reviving this RP! It is headed from ViZion City, ViZion to Shelbin, Jarridia.

IC:
(An hour after takeoff)
"Your pre-assigned dinners are now coming around. Please... Just a moment." The flight attendant hangs the intercomm up. "Sir, may I help you?"
"Yes, take me to the cockpit." Says the man
"Sir, excuse me?" replies the flight attendant, obviously confused. At this point, the man pulls out a gun. "Take me to the cockpit!" the man demands, grabbing her by the wrist, squeezing it.
At this point, the other 12 terrorists/hijackers were up, yelling, waving their guns at the passengers.

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The man known simple as Allah due to his preachings of the war against the Westerners jumped from his seat. He got his duffle bag, which contained four remotes to detonate bombs on this plane, along with four grenades and his AK-47. He got his Ak-47, and started yelling at the passengers. One of his collegues thru a kid onto the floor, and he was obviously scared. He pointed his gun at the kid, and said, "Get up, you!" He looked around, and saw another kid sitting across from him. "And you, too!" He pointed his gun at the second kid. He pointed towards the back of the plane, "Go. GO!" He kicked the kid on the floor, and grabbed the second one by the hair, pulling him out of his seat, then throwing him, so we stumbled backwords about five feet before he was able to catch his balance. Allah followed them.

Danniel Clark, who was 16 and played for ViZion's National baseball champion team, was sitting in seat 52-D, two rows behind the two kids being pushed around by the terrorist. All he could do in sink down in his seat, and try to not be seen. He had no cellphone to call his parents back in ViZion City. He didn't know what to do. He didn't even know fully what was going on. All he knew what that were were a bunch of armed men, yelling and threatening to shoot people up.

When they passed by, he looked around. We wondered if he would ever see his parents again, or play with his team mates once more. He wondered if all these other people would share his grave.

Davis Vladimir was a very important Man. He was CEO Of Sukhoi Inc. and he was oblivious to what was happening. he was buried deep in several newspapers, he Finished a Crossword puzzle. he cleaned up the newspapers, but soon found himself on the point of a gun. "Hands up," the Terrorist said. Davis pulled out his Gun, and shot the Terrorist in the Chest. the Terorist fell over. Davis started towards the Cockpit. he was going to find out what the hell was happening.

Andrew Glades was a broken man. He had spent his life as a Rear Admiral with Clusters for the Unangan Navy. His distinguished career was ended by a single arguement with the head of the Navy. After 30 years in the Navy, he lost position.His country quickly tried to forget him. All that was left for him was a Unangan Naval Attache position in a land locked country. With his military experience he knew what to do. When he realized what had happened, he moved quickly and grabbed a terrorist looking the other way.

CRACK....

Glades in his haste did not notice the terrorists behind him. The closest terrorist clubbed him with his pistol. Glades slumped to the floor, knocked out cold.

Vasili Domyoi was very disgruntled. He was tall and of a dark, caucasian build, with a long scar across his face. He looked every inch the stereotypical fierce cossack.
Now it was time for payback against those Vexian dogs who had betrayed him- who had framed him for murder and sabptage and had made him a traitor because he knew too much.
He didn't care that barely anyone here was Vexian. He didn't care that the other Terrorists didn't know about his additional plans- all he cared about was getting his revenge.
Seeing the Signal, he took out his concealed Sig Sauer Pistol and the micro-explosive detonator( to the terrorists, the micro-explosives would be attached to the hostages- but he'd already attached a few to the fuselage before take-off.)
"Allright you filth! Stay in your seats unless told otherwise."

Brian Williams, a man of English decent, was sitting in his chair, sleeping, for it was going to be a long trip he knew, and he had to be awake enough to give a presentation to the Board of Directs in his company, J. Black, Corp.

Suddenly, a man bumped into him, knocking him out of his sleep. He was grumpy, and before he knew what was going on on the plane, he say, "Hey, you! Watch it! I'm tryin to sleep!" Then, when his eyes focused, and he looked at the man, the man turned to face him, and he had a gun in his hands. "Holy shit!" He jumped, slamming his body into his chair. He put a half-scared, half nervise smile on. "Hehe... sorry." he said as he put his hands up. The terrorist started walking away, but kept one eye on him.

He took a deep breath, "God save us now." He slowly pulled out his cellphone, and send a text message to his business partner. When one of the hijackers say this, he was shot point-blank in the head. But, he had gotten part of his message off, saying "we hav ben hijakd"

15-year-old Jake Matthews was reading a book when he noticed a commotion going on. He looked to his friends, members of the Martial Arts Club of Corusca International Academy, a school that has an excellent exchange program. They, without speaking, wondered collectively what was going on.

A gunshot rang out, and people started screaming. A man some aisles up had his brains blown out, and the kids went green. Despite having their skills, they could do nothing against these men with guns. The kids exchanged silent words, using their faces for communication. They would do nothing unless absolutely necessary.

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Lt Frank Elliot...An Officer in a SpecOps unit of the VL Army was traveling home for some R&R...He sat in his seat relaxing when he heard what sounded like an arguement in the coach section...Suddenly he heard screams....His military instincts told him something was wrong...His body became a nervous bundle...suddenly a shot rang out...real close...Frank leaned out enough to see as a passenger turned awy from a seat smirking... Carrying a pistol and shouting in a foriegn language...Quickly thinking he reached into his jacket pocket and removed his passport w/ his military credentals on it and slide it in between his seat and the wall...Reaching into his pant cuff at his ankle he withdraw another passport he used for covert missions and also retrieved a 9mm from the back of his waistband...Popping open the tray in the back of the seat in front of him he hid his pistol their for any future needs.....Looking off to his right he saw another passenger staring at him in shock...He put his finger to his mouth and shhh them...Snapping the tray shut he stood up as a terrorist came by...reacting quickly his hand shot out w/ his fingers extended and struck the terrortist in the neck quickly and sharply...The terrorist slumped to the floor quietly...where upon Frank lifted him up and buckled him into an empty seat...relieving him of his weapon Frank sat back down before another Terrorist came thru...Retrieving a smallish black device off his waistband...He pressed a coupla buttons on it...Where upon it started flashing...

OOC: It's a tracking device given to him for his missions....For exfil or rescue if needed..

Charley McClain and Eric Becker were a group of kids from their high school, in Jarridia.

Charley, a white-faced, dark-brown haired boy of 15, who was also somewhat short and pudgy, woke up to yelling. Trying to figure out what was going on, he grabbed his glasses so he could see. It took him a moment to realize what was going on. Then he realized what was happening; the plane was being hijacked!

Quickly, he shook Eric awake. Eric was much different then Charley was in appearances, as he was 5'8, a medium-build and athletic boy, with blonde hair and a bronze tan. "Eric... ERIC!" Charley whisper harshly, shaking him awake. "The plane's bein hijacked! C'mon man, look!" He says, pointing, as Eric is shaken out of his sleep, trying to figure out what all the commotion was about. "What, what!?" he says, "Why the heck did ya wake me up, you know how..." he stops, realizing there were men on the plane with guys. "Holy shit!" he says, quietly, sinking into his seat.

Ali Nazier, one of the terrorists, who was from Terror of the World, saw what happened in the front of the plane. He quickly went up there, as the man turned around. Grabbing him from behind, he slammed the mans head into the wall. Qucikly, he pull back into the couch section. "You guys can do what ya want with him."

We must do whatever it takes to save the Jarridian Students on board, as well as the others. I highly frown upon terrorism, especially when harmless Jarridians get caught in the crossfire.

-President Jarrod Branam


IC:

A girl named Michelle Guara, 17 yrs old, sat in her seat watching a DVD on her laptop. She was about 5'6", thin with blonde hair and brown eyes. At first she barely heard the yelling until one of the terrorists grabbed her arm and pointed the gun at her head, yelling at her. She shrieked in terror as the man pushed her hard against the wall, saying something she couldn't understand. He kept the gun pointed at her, as she cowered in the corner next to the window.

The girl from Jarridia, Michelle, was sitting two seats ahead of Eric and Charley. "Eric, look at that man! He's gonna kill her!" Charley says quietly, in horror. "Well, what do you expect us to do about it? If we do anything, he'll probably kill her AND us!" he whispers.

Michelle stared in horror as the man continued to yell at her. She had no clue what he was saying. She closed the screen to her computer slowly....when she removed her hands, the man shot the laptop. She jump, frightened at this action. The computer sat with a hole in the screen and a small curl of smoke coming from it. Michelle closed her eyes and started crying.

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Charley, who was sitting on the outside corner, tries to jump up, but when he isn't able to, he realizes he needs to undo his seatbelt. He does that quickly, before Eric realizes it, and jumps up, yelling at the terrorist, "Hey you... you... you butt head! Leave her alone!" he says, puffing, completely red with anger. You could also see smoke coming off his head.

Eric stares in amazement and horror, thinking "I've never seen him do anything like that... Oh my god, what's he doing?! Is he stupid?!" Quickly, he unbuckles his seatbelt, but doesn't get up.

Akir Vasard and Carlos Alaad watched in silence as the bullet destroyed the laptop.
They were both aged 17, male, clad in the dark suits of the Empire, with the straight auburn hair, slim builds, and ivory skin common in the Southern Provinces of the Macisikani Empire.
They exchanged whispers in Macisikani, knowing that as children of M.P.'s they were at a greater risk than the other hostages.
<This is not good> Akir whispered.
<Do tell. Do you think-> Carlos was cut off.
<If we move, we're dead.>
<If they know who we are....>
<Just stay still, and look unthreatening>
<No, I was going to do the rhumba->
<Shut up. I think heard us.> Akir hissed.
The terrorist half turned towards the two, who did their best to look small, than turned back to face Michelle, and Eric leapt up.
<Oh my god, he's going to kill that other kid...> Akir said in an agonised whisper.
<We can't help anyone if we're also dead; just hope that that kid doesn't take one to the head and two to the chest.>

Ali Nazier quickly walks upto the boy named Charley, and begins yelling at him. He then smashes the gun across the boys cheek, hard enough to knock him onto the ground.

The terrorist pointed the gun at Michelle again, asking her questions, but she could only look at him with confusion. He pulled her up from the seat, she squirmed and he placed the gun to the side of her head. He got close to her ear, whispering a few words in Jarridian, "You will die!" Michelle squeaked with terror, tears streaming down her face. She cried, "Please don't....I don't want to die." He threw her to the ground, and kicked her in the hip, continuing to point the gun at her. She cringed with pain on the floor.

Eric jumped up. He could not let his friend be killed. Charley would probably be shot while he was on the ground, and Eric would not let it happen. He moved so quickly, he was out of his seat, and jumping upon the terrorist, knocking the man over, before the man could even react. "NOOOOO!" Charley yells as the other terrorist turns, with his gun. Charley jumps the man from behind. They both were kicking and punching the two terrorists. But, then, realizing everyones attention was on them, whichly jumped up, and into their seats. "We're doomed. You're the best friend I ever had, Charley." Eric says, breathing hard, and extremely scared. He knew the terrorists would kill them now. Charley begins sobbing.

OOC: mind if we postpone this RP until tomorrow? I g2g soon...

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Ali Nazier dazed a little after being knocked down and beaten up a little by the teen. But, after a moment of akewardness, he got up, stumbling a little, with rage in his eyes. The threw his gun to one of the near-by terrorists as he walked up to the two boys. He then pulled out a long dagger. It gleamed in the light, showing off the sharpness. He had just sharpened it hours ago. He grabbed the boy, Eric, by the front of his collar, punching him twice, knocking the boy out. He stared into his friends eyes, seeing the horrid fear in the boys eyes, and Ali began to laugh an evil laugh, as he held the dagger in the air, ready to plunge it into Erics chest.

Michelle screamed as she saw the boy out cold with the dagger over him. Tears streamed down her face. The man held her tighter, clicking the gun and keeping it against her head. She was returning from visiting family in ViZion. She was trying to remember what her father had told her about this occassion, but she was having trouble, then suddenly it hit her, she must disarm the man. Quickly she pulled up her leg and stabbed the man in the back of the leg with her high-heel, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it until the gun fell into her hands, she pointed at the terrorist, her face wet with tears. She turned the gun towards Ali and fired it twice. Hitting him in the back of the head and in the back.

Charley was fear-strucken, frozen in his seat with fear, starring up at the terrorist known as Ali. Charley couldn't move, even though he wanted to, he couldn't. His body, his mind, wouldn't respond to that command.

"How stupid was Eric to try and save me? He should have stayed... he should have... he should have..." he thought over and over. "Now, they're gonna kill him for it!"

His eyes slowly began to wonder over to his friend, Eric. Eric was knocked out cold, laying there. But, Charley didn't know if he was still alive or not. Tears started streaming down from Charley's eyes.

Charley jumped as the shots were fired. He was worried someone was killed.. then he saw who... The terrorist about to kill Eric dropped the knife, and sank to the floor. Quickly, he ran at the terrorist struggling with Michelle, grabbing him from behind, and began choking him.

Eric slowly came to, and the first thing he noticed was a dead man next to him. "AhhAHHH!!!" he screams. He was breathing harder then he ever had in his life. "Shit! There's a dead die! Shit!" he said rather loudly. Then he noticed Charley choking the terrorist, and the girl holding a gun. He started looking around as he saw two terrorists running their way, telling. "Shit, shit, SHIT!" he says, still stunned.

Without a word Akir held his arm out as one terrorist ran past, catching the man in the throat and knocking him over.
Just as queitly he spun and planted his shoe in the solar plexus of the other terrorist, winding him and causing him to drop to the floor.
Carlos rose in his own seat and knelt next to the winded one, doing something no-one else could see.
Akir then moved over to Eric and clamped his hand over the boy's mouth,
"If you don't shut up, we're all dead." he hissed in accented English(?).
Behind them Carlos moved over to the other fallen terrorist.
His eyes round with fright Eric nodded, and Akir removed his hand.

Charley lets go of the terrorists throat as he goes limp. He quickly goes over to Eric, "Hey... man, you ok?" he asks in a whisper. "Ya... you ok?" he whispers back, "Ya... you almost got killed... but she," pointing to Michelle, "saved you. She killed him..."

"Yes, well done. We can pat each other on the back later. What are we going to do about the rest of them?" Akir hissed, but the anger was being used to hold fear at bay.
"The rest?" Charley whispered.
"Of course," Akir rolled his eyes. "You don't really think that they'd try this with only four people do you?"
The others shook their heads.
Carlos moved over to join them
<they won't be moving for a long time> he murmured.
<good> Akir replied. "We'd better move before more of them turn up."

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OOC note; Carlos doesn't speak English.

"Hey Eric... I think we should stay here... we got lucky already and I don't think we'll be lucky like that anytime soon." Charley says, quietly.

Eric nods in agreement, still glancing at the dead body next to him.

In the back of the plane, another innocent was occuring. A terrorist was harrassing a lady, and had beaten her husband to death. People in the area were watching the even, as the man continually abused the lady, a 24 year old who had just gotten out of college. She and her new husband were going on their honeymoon.

Vlad was pissed.

He awoke to the sound of a door slamming and a lock being secured. On the other side of the door, he could hear shots and people screaming. As he gathered his strength, he thought of recent events.

He was Prince Vlad, Blood King, of the Vampiric Kingdom of Vklan, region of Carpathya. He had been in on the destruction of the Empire of Koth after a colossal struggle with those alien beings and their Wolven allies. Koth had ultimately been battered into submission, but not before the Kothians had nuked two of the Vampire Kingdoms, the Caves of Blood and Winged Hell, into oblivion. His cousins, Prince Tevas and Prince Alucard, were dead, and their kingdoms a nuclear waste.

Vlad, also related to King Alaric of Xeraph through their common ancestor, Tanith, pushed the lid to his sarcophagus up and slid it over, silently easing his way out of his native-earth lined coffin.

He was hungry..........and thirsty. It had been weeks since he last fed.

He looked around the storage compartment of the plane, and with his enhanced vision, saw two human figures hunched over behind some luggage, as if hiding. They were jibbering in what sounded like a Semitic tongue. Almost casually, he ambled over to where they were crouching, and tapped one one the shoulder.

As the Arab spun around, his eyes going wide in surprise and then fear, Vlad grabbed his throat, sinking his long nails into the man's carotid artery and yanking a fistful of flesh and cartilage out. Blood spurted from the ghastly wound, covering both Vlad and the second man who just realized that something was amiss.

As the first Arab died, not understanding who or what it was that had killed him, Vlad's left hand buried itself in the chest of the other man, ripping out his heart, bringing with it pieces of bone, muscle and lung.

" Ah, breakfast..........."

OOC: That doesn't sound like a human... :shock:

OOC: That doesn't sound like a human... :shock:

He was once....now he's a Vampire, allied to Xeraph. Thought the thread could use a little something different...........

Twenty minutes later, fed and full, Vlad inched towards the storage room door. It was quiet on the other side now. He threw back the lock, and slowly cracked open the door.

Several bodies were strewn about the passenger seating area, some alive, most dead. As he surveyed the situation, a bullet hit the wall bhind him, right where his head had been a second ago.

His lightening reflexes took over, and he lept from the doorway, grabbing a dead body and using it as a shield to absorb the bullets coming at him.

He reached the hijacker as he was trying to reload his sub-machine gun, and he lifted him high over his head, bringing the terrorist down across his knee. The sickening crunch of the Arab's spine as it snapped in three places was heard across the entire plane.

Vlad quickly dedcuced that there were 3 or 4 terrorists left, but he couldn't do it all by himself, as they were heavily armed, and too far away for him to effectively neutralise them.

He needed help................

Brennen peeked over the box he was hid behind and saw the door open and an incredibly bloody and pale man walk through. He almost threw his knife at this man when he noticed several dead hijackers in the room he was coming from. He motioned for the woman he was currently being paid to bodyguard, to get down and stay quiet. He stood up and held his knife infront of him in a throwing grip and spoke.
"Who are you?"

The man with the knife had apparently never seen a vampire before.
"Ah...these humans," Vlad thought. "Ever ready to kill what they don't understand."

He addressed the man called Brennan. " Nothing to be afraid of, Mr. Brennan. I am Vlad, Prince of Vklan, of the region of Carpathya. I am a Vampire. I just relieved the two terrorists in the storage compartment of their lives. I am on your side. Can you assess the situation for me, as I see that there are more terrorists up in first-class."

Not really, as I am this woman's bodyguard, Prince Vlad. Once these terrorist started this I took her back here and we have been hiding here ever since. While I do not believe that you are a Vampire I do believe that we may beable to help each other. Are you interested?

" Yes, Mr. Brennan, let's work together to rid this plane of the terrorists. And, if you want proof of my being a vampire, ask your lady-friend for her mirror. You'll see that there is no reflection. And if you care to look, check out the dead terrorists in the storage compartment."

Back towards the middle of the plane another terrorist was creeping towards the back.
Arriving at one of the partitions, he cautiously stuck his gun through first, careful not to fire it, in case the bullets went through the cabin wall (is that the word?)
The man pushed the curtain aside, and saw Michelle, Eric and Charley.
He raised his gun...

... and jerked to the side as Carlos stabbed him in the neck with a syringe. He pushed the youth away and turned to shoot him, and suddenly the cabin seemed to move.
He blinked, but his vision wouldn't clear.
Akir stepped into sight, holding another syringe.
<sweet dreams>
The needle plunged towards the terrorist's chest, and sudden panic gave him the strength to raise the gun and get off a shot before his vision blurred again, and pain shot through his body.
Akir spun as the bullet struck him in the shoulder
A hand reached around and gently took the weapon out of the terrorist's hand.
<now, you die> hissed Carlos, as Akir hit the floor, gasping.
The terrorist's vision was now just a haze of light, rapidly darkening...
The last thing the amn saw was Akir touch his own wound and stare at the blood on his fingers...

OOC: Macisikan and Xeraph... don't hog all the fun in this RP ;-)
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Brennen did ask his protectee for her mirror and he checked out the Prince's story, it checked out. "Okay you are a vampire." He flicked his wrist and the knife dissapeared. "Is there anywhere back there she can hide, I have to protect her before I do anything else."
"She can hide behind or in my sarcophagus, it should be safe."
"Fine. Ms. Ankai follow me." He led the shaking woman to Prince Vlad's sarcophagus and helped her get inside. After she was in he closed the lid almost all the way, just enough to let air in. Then he went back to the room where the prince was waiting. A new body was on the floor behind the Prince, who was wiping his hands on a silk hankercheif. "It is so hard to get blood out of silk," Vlad complained to Brennen.
"Well thats one more down. I think we should use guerilla tactics to try and even the odds a bit more, what do you think," Brennen asked as he produced his original knife and a new one from his sleeves.