NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Just to clear anything up, only LOTI/LETI nations need apply. If you do not know what LOTI/LETI means, it means you shouldn't be involved. No offence to any nations out there, but I'd rather keep things a bit local.

IC: Fourty terroists have siezed the Kravitz Center in Lake Clarke City, the capital of Manarth, during a sold out performance of "Amber of Tifa Island". Armed with automatic weapons and heavy explosives, they wire the place for detonation, and cover the enterences in preparation for counter terror units.

Siezing the cell phones of the theater patrons, they throw them outside on the pavement, only keeping one so that the leader can call the police.

OOC: If any one wants their people in on this, feel free. I figure a lot of Manarthians, plus some tourists from other LETI/LOTI nations. I'll add my own puppets if needed.

And just for the record, who's heard of the Moscow theater siezed by Chechen rebels?

ooc: So do you want my nation to apply or what do we do. Becasue my nation is in this region. I Will move there are 2 already now three it is getting bigger well not really bcasue this one is small and i just started this nation so well ya.

OOC: I'll sign up. Depending how this goes it could really fuel our quarrel. And yes I've heard of the Moscow theatre.

OOC: Count me in, the Indians and the Clydebank Shipyards if necessary.

*Col. Alan Bonner, of the Edenstein Marine force is sitting in the seats with his wife penny, unfortunatly for him he wore his Edenstein military uniform to the show tonight and the terrorists quickly spot him out, a few seats down from him is Lt. Col Alan Jackson, who is also in his uniform. In the upper gallary are SFC Mark Tryon and SFC Collean McCarthy of the Edenstein Navy on shore leave, they don't have on their uniforms and are to busy making out during the performance to late to make an escape*

OOC: I believe it was at the Bolshoi theater,

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::At the Hence Palace, Tempest receives a phone call::

Tempest: Hello? Sorry, he's not here, what can I do for you? "Amber of Tifa Island?" Of course I've heard of it. In fact, TISU (Tifa Island Survivors Union) held a trip to Manarth to see it this evening if I remember right from the news. ::His hands start quivering:: What? Y-y-you're joking right? Tell me you're joking! How can I trust you? How do I know you're not kidding? ::He walks over and turns on HO Channel 2::

Tom Tucker: Our top story tonight- terrorists have control over a theater in Lake Clarke City. In an amazing bit of irony they chose to take over a performance of "Amber of Tifa Island" while at least half of TISU is in attendance. Diane?

Diane: Well Tom, I'd say right now I'm glad to be a Xeno Island Native! I'd say this is proof that God has a sense of humor! Police have arrived at the scene and are...

::Tempest turns off the TV and starts shaking, being a Tifa Island native himself::

Tempest: Somebody... is going... to pay DEARLY for this!!!!!!! Maison! Find Ritsuko! Get her back here as quickly as you can!

*While watching "The Amber of Tifa Island" Dubelcan Ambassador Robert Chatlos and his aids sit in the theatre. They hear commotion around them as people are being herded from their seats. They are quickly searched by some sort of rebels and their cell phones are conphisacated. There ID's are confiscated and are now being under heavy watch due their level of importance.*

The two MadderMikian art critics Mike Ebert and Mike Rodgers are watching "The Amber of Tifa Island" with Rodgers' son Mike Rodgers X. They hear a commotion and begin to comment on how annoying these audience participation theater events are. Both elder men are rapidly making very snide comments into their combination ear piece/microphone attachments to their satellite up-links feeding directly into their laptops back at the hotel. Mike Rodgers X quickly assesses the situation and strips his .25 cal semi-automatic into pieces and hides them in a half eaten bag of popcorn. He shoves the popcorn bag under the seat in front of him. He then sits back and watches as the intruders confiscate the cell phones from his Dad and his Dad's "Friend". After many "Do you know who I am." and "I am an important man get your hands off of me Clunk." The two self-important overweight men are shoved into a huddle of truly important men. Mike X watching on realize the two still don't get that this is real and not some "Performance Art".

::The Manarth Anti-Terror Taskforce (MATT) is quickly called upon, but with such a high level of exposure and large number of suspected terroists inside, the twenty man team reports that they can't see an easy way of infiltrating and rescuing the hostages. A new plan is brought in::

::Meanwhile, a list of ticket purchases allows the Manarthian authorities to form a rough estimate as to the names and nationalities of the people inside. (Only those that paid with cards or checks. Cash at the door is assumed to be Manarthians) And the authorities release a preliminary list of people inside::

<OOC> Edit on this due to vastly inflated number of theater patrons. 16000? What was I thinking? </OOC>

Total Compacity - 1625 (patrons) 30 (actors) 95 (theater employees)
Manarthians - 1098(p) 25(a) 95(te)
CoC - 105(p) 1(a)
Henceland Omega - 411(p) 3(a)
Dubelco - 3?(p)
Edenstein - 4(p)
MadderMike - 3(p)
West Palm Beach - 1(p)

::Police have already set up a perimiter outside, but they worry about the automatic fire, should the terrorists decide to make a break for it::

::The leader dials the number of the hostage negotiator that had been given to him during the initial siezing of the theater::

Leader: Hello Mr. Negotiator.

The negotiator, Rodger Smith: Hello, and what is your name?

Leader: You can call me Stan.

Smith: Okay then Stan, what can we do to get those hostages out of there alive?

Stan: You can give the rule of the CoC back to the people, and remove your Manarthian puppet. You can release the people of Eastern Detroit from their slavory to your imperialist nation. And you can tell your CoC puppet, before you get rid of him, to move his troops out of Kusa, and release the political prisoners they have falsely arrested.

Smith: Is that all?

Stan: Yes, that's it. If you don't do as we ask by the end of the week, and that's LETI time, not your confused Manarthian calender, we will begin killing ten hostages every hour, on the hour. If you attempt to enter the theater, we will blow it up. Do I make myself clear?

Smith: Perfectly, Stan. I'll get to work on it right away.

::The Leader hangs up the phone, and walks back into the main theater::

In the Edenstein Cathedral Prime Minister Mike Oldsmobile begins to receive more and more communiques from the MadderMike government offices. Mike Bond Minister of Information and Intelligence has been receiving many more. His Blackberry is full. He leans over to the Prime Minister and they discuss the hostage situation in Manarth.
PM Oldsmobile: "I'm going to send a message to Grandpa Oldsmobile and have him get the latest robot cameras out of the Artifical Intelligence labs and send them to Manarth. The two best ones are the six legged crawlers about the size of the palm of your hand. They send a good quality video and they have a two day battery. The smaller ones are the size of a cockroach and send a fuzzy picture but several can be combined to make a clearer view. They can crawl in air vents, and the cockroaches can crawl up the electrical conduits and send back info."
Mike Bond "How come you didn't tell me about these?"
PM Oldsmobile "You don't need to know everything."

*the incident is wired to the ESA (Edenstein Security Administration) and orders are handed down to a small crack team of Edenstein commando's at a small training facility*

Sgt: Ok boys, we have a mission, looks like some kusan rebels have taken a theater.... our job is to go to Manarth and assist their teams in bringing this situation to a close.

Pvt. Donut: Who all's coming sarge?
Sarge: You, Caboose, Church, Simmons, Grif, Doc, and Myself.
Caboose: Sarge, are we gonna get some ponies?
Sarge: What are you talking about?
Church: Let me kill him Sarge....
Caboose: Sarge...
Sarge: Perhaps one of the rebels will pick him off... Suit up boys we're going on vacation...

*They load up on a C-130 and head out towards Manarth and after several hours of flying they reach Manarthian Airspace*

Pilot: This is Alpha Tango 135 Requesting permission to land, we have some help from Edenstein about the terrorists.

Chief of Military Operations, Benjamine Fly: What are we dealing with here?

Gen. Peter B. Saunders: Well, from what MATT has managed to gather, we're dealing with a group of about 30-50 terrorists, in a mix of men and women. From what the Leader is demanding we suspect that they are a Kusoan seperatists movement.

Adm. Orpheus Smith: Why Kusoans? Why now? We haven't done anything to them since we sold them to the CoC.

Saunders: Well, they still haven't forgiven us for that. They think it was a betrayal of a fellow Prophetian brother, and they are really pissed that the old "Lord Protector" Stan Evans was killed way back when. The Evans family is really big there, almost everyone on the voided island is a relative, or wishes they were.

Smith: So what does that have to do with this?

Saunders: I'm getting to it. Apparently they think that the new CoC leader, can't think of his name of the top of my head, but they think because he was born in Manarth, he's a Manarthian puppet. And apparently part of the treaty signed with Stella Evans, making Kusa protected but self governing territory of the CoC stated that Kusa would never be sold to Manarth.

Fly: So they think it's a violation, and they're going after us because of it. Great.

Gen. Terrell Zimmerman: So, what are we going to tell Killian?

Fly: Nothing. He's busy at the wedding, and we don't want to disrupt it. We'll have a diplomatic aid grab him during the reception for a bit. And I know your follow up, and we're not dealing with Mr. Ionia. He's a moron, and has no experience with this sort of thing.

I'm considering myself in charge of this problem, since it is a military one. We'll ask for Goldstone, the new Foreign Affairs guy, if we need something international, but I think we can keep this pretty local. We'll have this rapped up in no time.

Saunders: I've already got MATT looking at other ways to get the hostages out alive. If they can't figure out anything, I've got an airborn division ready to relieve the police. We can move in with them if sh** really hits the fan.

::nock at the conference room door::

Aid: Um... Mr. Fly?

Fly: What is it?

Aid: Edenstein special forces. Requesting permission to land, sir.

Fly: Crap, just what we need, a three ring circus of international anti-terror teams. Let them in, they're our ally, and they're already here, but tell any more that try to come that we don't need their help. We've got this under control.

Better yet, Saunders, you get out there and tell them we've got everything under control. Set up a press conference, something. Make sure the world knows everything is AOK.

Saunders: On it sir.

Fly: Let's just hope the Edensteinians are some help. Dismissed.

::In the Hence Palace, Tempest is on the phone::

Tempest: Look, I don't care. I want people heading in there right away!

Maison: Master Freemont, there's a call for you from Manarth. They say they don't want any more outside help.

Tempest: ::slams his phone down and sighs heavily:: I can understand that. But I want to see these criminals brought to justice! They should be dipped in the lake at the very LEAST!

::He turns on LCNN to watch for updates::

The old man toured the Artificial Intelligence Lab in his motorized wheelchair. Most of the workers snapped to attention as the aged one passed by, they remembered when he was Prime Minister and how he moved the country into the 21st century. He stopped when the tour guide introduced him to the head of the video crawler division. The old man arranged for six of the large crawlers and ten of the cockroach sized crawlers. He had them box up a control station with video display and the radio transmitters to help direct the crawlers. With their on-board AI they can maneuver independent of instructions, the control station provides direction and receives video input. The contol station also allows the guidance to allow the units to remain hidden. The tour guide (the assistant director of the AI lab) asked the old man if he was going to give these units to the Manarthians. The old man replied "Hell no, I am sending a crack team to covertly protect the MadderMikians, you can't trust the Manarthians to do it right. They will probably rush the building and kill everything that moves. Package these up to look like a display for the annual auto show. Make sure everything is marked Amalgamated Autos. and put tons of those little "Warm Wheels" in the box. Get moving young man my private jet is awaiting with four commandos dressed as automobile executives."

::At the Manarthian airport::

Customs: Auto-executives? No, no, no! You don't need to go through this customs. ::He points to a lavish room with a table filled to the top with pastries:: That one's your customs room. And don't worry, we won't give you folks the usual cavity and bag search, we'll just have to ask you a few simple questions. Just right over there ::points again:: Next!

*at the customs office, Sarge and the rest of the squad come up carrying semi automatic weapons, assult riffles, c-4, grenades, high tech listening devices, and other items that will be needed for their mission, Sarge walks up to the customs angent and shows his passport*

Sarge: Do you guys have a duty free shop here? I need a drink riding with these guys all the way from Edenstein

Caboose: Sarge.... Church farted in there, I can't help it if I tried to blow the smell ouf of the plane by opening the cargo bay at 30,000 feet.

Church: Sarge, really can I kill him? Please?

Sarge: Not yet...

Dictator Anderson finished reading the briefing he had received.

Fascinating...

He immediately set to work writing.

Dear Leader of the Island of Kusa,

I am leader of Gurian. I have recently heard of your hostage situation. This is a most sad instance, and I would like to see the hostages safe and sound. I would like to send several of my best counter-terrorist experts, including negotiators and commandos, to assist. Would you like me to send them?

Signed,
Christopher Anderson
Benevolent Dictator of Gurian

OOC: Consider this an IC way to ask, "Can I be invited?"

The MadderMikian "Automobile Executives" start eating the pastries and handing out some of the "Warm Wheels toys to the customs agents. Auto exec Mike Squarejaw "These are more collectable than those Hot Wheels tm. One in every 1000 has two teenagers in the back seat. See look closely at this one. Some of these models were used as the basis for Grand Theft Auto MadderMike version. I have a copy somewhere here if you want it."

::Customs leads the Edenstein soldiers to the front::

OOC: Ed, feel free to IM me with any questions you have as to what's going on, I'll fill you in with what you need to know.

::Also in customs, the MadderMikeians are escorted out with a friendly "I hope we didn't take too much of your time, sirs." They are free to move about the country::

::In the Deputy Prime Minister's office::

Goldstone: Phone call from Kusa sir!

Ionia: What are they saying?

Goldstone: Govenor Stella Evans says her people have nothing to do with this, it's just a rogue group.

Ionia: Of cource she'd say that. Anything else.

Goldstone: Apparently, some really large nation got confused, and thought they were the one's with a terrorist problem. She fowarded the message.

Ionia: Foward it to the military, it's their call there. I think they didn't want anyone else involved, but let them have the final say.

::At the Office of Military Services::

Fly: Gurian? Never heard of them.

Saunders: They seem big enough to be a serious help.

Fly: Still, they have nothing really at steak here, and I don't want to set a double standard. I'm afraid we just can't accept their help for this one.

Saunders: Very well sir.

::A letter is drafted to the nation of Gurian expressing regret at Manarth's inablility to accept their help::

The MadderMikian "Auto Executives" load up their gear into a rental SUV and proceed to the back entrance of the Lake Clarke City Hyatt Regency. They have to enter the back entrance as the front is barracaded due to the proximity to the Kravitz Center. The four executives check in and select adjoining rooms on the 17th floor overlooking the Kravitz Center. The hotel staff made them sign a waiver in case of stray bullets from the hostage situation. They quickly set up the control station and begin unpacking the video crawlers.
Mike Squarejaw "We should set one up to see if it works."
Mike Slackjaw begins to set up one of the larger crawlers and tests the video output displaying the location on the GPS map and the relayed video on the other display unit.
Mike Squarejaw "Put it in the ventilation system to see what it can do."
Mike Slackjaw takes a screwdriver out and opens the vent screen and puts the crawler in to the duct work. I begins to crawl away switching to night vision mode and working its way into the interior of the hotel.
The team is checking the video, crawler's responsiveness and begin to direct it towards another room.

::In the hotel, Jillian Tan (former DPM age 67) is trying to take a shower while her husband Frank (age 72) sits naked on the bed, watching sports::

Jillian: Is it just me, or does it feel like I'm being watched?

::She looks around, missing the ductwork above her and her husband::

Rodger Smith: Hello Stan, are you there?

Stan: Yes, I'm here. Have you gotten what we've asked for?

Smith: Well, we've got Gen. Zimmerman flying in from Eastern Detroit. He's going to conduct the final negotiations with you.

Stan: Zimmerman, huh. Isn't he that Kusoan trator?

Smith: If you mean he stayed in Manarth after the sale of your land and retained citizenship, than yes, that's the guy.

Stan: Perfect. When he arrives send him inside to talk to us. I promise he'll be unharmed.

Smith: Very well.

Stan: Too bad it's the end of the week though. Hope the fact that you took to long getting him here isn't looked on too badly by the history books. ::off of the phone:: Kill the first 10 hostages ::back on the phone:: You have a good day, and make sure he gets here.

Smith: Damn!

::Stan hangs up the phone::

::The terrorists round up the first set of hostages (all 10 are Manarthians) and one aims his rifle at the first::

OOC: Now is your chance to try something, if that's what you want to do.

Remember, there is 40 terrorists in total, and 20 of them have automatic rifles. Plus, the place is wired for detonation.

::The HO hostages (almost all TISU) sit terrified as they watch the 10 Manarthians get lined up for execution. A few of them speak quietly in the back of the group...::

Mario Collins: There has tobe something we can do about this! Look, there's more of us than there are of them!

Jimmy Norivum: Yeah, but the difference is that they're armed, and we're not!

Collins: Yeah, but we should be able to overtake them if enough of us try!

Norivum: I also heard the whole theater is wired for detonation.

Collins: Would they kill themselves over this?

Norivum: I wouldn't put it past them. They've done suicide missions before...

Collins: But there has to be SOMETHING!

Norivum: I don't know...

Collins: Well, I'm going to try to think of something...

::The firing begins, and the Manarthians are mowed down like flies::

::Outside::

Aid: Col! They've opened fire in the theater!

Col. Donald "Dan" Dausten: Opened fire?! What!? Okay, accelerate the plans.

Aid: And the Edensteinian team has arrived.

Col. Dausten: Good, lead them to the MATT team leader. They'll put them in the initial breach.

Norivum: Oh my God! They've opened fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Collins: Geeze... we gotta think of something FAST!

*Col Bonner and Lt. Col Jackson both watch in horror as the terrorists gun down the hostages, they both turn to each other and look at the uniforms they are wearing, and quickly realize that they are in trouble...*

Bonner: *whispering to Jackson* Now I know why our government just kills terrorists...

Jackson: Maybe we should talk to them, Its obvious the manarthians negiotiations arn't working to well...

Bonner: We?

Jackson: Ohh I ment you, you are the ranking officer...

Bonner: Thanks... remind me of that when we get back...

*Bonner waves over one of the terrorists*

*Meanwhile Mark and Colleen are Still making out*

OOC: Kelso, can you tell me like whats going on with my anti terrorist guys, like where you want them and stuff like that? They are primarily under your command..

*Inside the Manartians are slain*

Aid: Sir, they're starting the executions, what do we do?

Robert: Nothing we can do. THe negotiations don't go well it seems. Maybe we can try. Get the attention of one of them and see if we can do anything for them that they want.

*The aid waves at the nearest guard.*

Collins: Hey! I've got it! What if we pretend we're actually dignitaries! We could negotiate with them, or maybe they'd let us go!

::Norivum points::

Collins: Yesh... there's 2 people making out. A little odd given the circumstances but...

Norivum: No, I meant beside them.

Collins: Oh! Edenstein dignitaries! Well we'll see what happens to them... Meanwhile I'll try to think of something else...

OOC: Okay, I'll RP the terroists with Manarth because I'm too tired to switch to Kusa.

Also OOC: And Ed, your team is being placed as one of the three lead insertion teams. Orders are to be basic, rush with gas masks on and flashbangs out. Code phrase for go is "Come on Eilene".

IC: ::"Stan" spots the Dubelcoan dignitaries trying to flag him down. He walks over to them::

Stan: And how can I help you.

::A guard spots the Col. waving him down::

Guard: Yeah? What do you want?

::The Edenstien soldiers are lead to Stan where they converse. (too long of a chat log to post here) During the conversation, a Manarthian is shot for saying that Stanley Evans was a trator::

Manarthian News Network: Today, a disaster was averted when a joint Manarth/Edenstein team retook the Kravitz Center, with "Come on Eilene" playing in the background.

The terrorist fought to the death to protect their captives, and may have killed several dozen during the fight. Casualty figures are unknown.

Due to the nature of the insertion, MATT and Edenstein forces used gas to attempt to knock out the terrorists. Hostages have been taken to local hospitals to be treated for exposure.

The leader of the attack, identified as a Stanley Yeager, was killed during the fighting. A native Kusoan, he had called for the ousting of the current CoC leader. The Deputy Prime Minister of Manarth, Robert Ionia, hasn't anounced any stance on the Kusoan problem, but after this, it will most likely be a hard line.

We'll be continuing our continuing coverage of this continuing story in just a moment.

OOC: What a weekend for my ISP to act up.
IC: The MadderMikian team missed the whole rescue of the hostages. They were too busy washing their eyes out from the scene displayed on the incomming feed from the crawler's video.

The two art critics are sharing a semi private room in the hospital trying to get as much free stuff as they can manage and they have an unerring nose for when the TV cameras are rolling and wind up on almost every news feed from the hospital.

Mike Rodgers X meanwhile is enjoying meeting with the various on-air talent and getting their phone numbers. He is thinking to himself this was a pretty good trip, much more entertainment then usual.

::Meanwhile, at the local hospitals, EMS is swamped with unconsious and dying hostages. At the local field hopital, set up in the parking garage next to the theater, The Dubelcoan Embassador is undergoing emergancy rescue sergery.::

Originally:
Manarthians - 1098(p) 25(a) 95(te)
CoC - 105(p) 1(a)
Henceland Omega - 411(p) 3(a)
Dubelco - 3?(p)
Edenstein - 4(p)
MadderMike - 3(p)
West Palm Beach - 1(p)

Casualties, thus far:
Manarthians: 203(p) 1(a) 30(te)
CoC: 31(p)
HO: 51(p) 1(a)
D: 1(p)
E: 0(p)
MM: 0(p)
WPB: 0(p)

While visiting his father Mike Rodgers X noticed big red blotches on his fathers face, arms, and any exposed skin. These blotches seem to be growing before his eyes. His father began to have breathing problems too. Mike Rodgers X ran to get a doctor.
Mike Rodgers X in a tense voice asks the doctor "What is happening here he seemed fine a few hours ago."
The doctor "Most of the other survivors are getting this reaction to the gas used to liberate the hostages. It is the price you pay to rid yourselves of those ignorant Kusoans." He walks away indifferent to the suffering of the patients.

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