NationStates Jolt Archive

Message from Unknown Source, general broadcast:
(Think of it as Secret IC to everybody :P)

To those who this message reaches:
A blacked out face appears against a background of what appears to be an office.
"Greetings, and good morning. At least...its morning here anyway..." Something is whispered off camera and the figure leans to the side slightly, the blind follows it though.
"Yes I am well aware of the time in China, but that doesnt really matter since its over two hundred and thirty years ago, now please!" The figure adjusts an unseen tie, then settles back down.
"We are a group of scientists who have left the current organization within our state to pursue our individual goals, that is making a profit, and after some time in development we have our first product. A very powerfull biological agent, not the old spray it and hope it works kind, but a reliable, effective and deadly virii. If you wish to receive more information, please send a representative to the following address, they are to come with a maximum of two escorts and all will be deepscanned for weapons, explosives, or other hazards. Other than that we must warn you that the location is quite well defended and that any attempt to take it by force will result in the release of this weapon inside your nation. Good day."
A short address appears, the message 'WRITE THIS DOWN' flashes for about ten seconds, then the message deletes itself.

OOC:
Before you start invading, the address is not inside DGNT, or any country in particular, its just a location for the look of it.
Anyway, these guys are not affiliated (now) with my government, they are independant agents who we have been trying to kill for quite a while.

We are sending a representative and two unarmed escorts, one of the escorts is a Caleb. a guard dog.

we are sending a Technomegi but as if we may send as escorts 2 Heavy power armor units theres a problem tho the weapons are inbuilt but we will deativate them (and allow you to keep an eye on them to make shore the weapons are not turned on and if you wish allow any guards you want to escort them)

We are sending 2 Ambassadors the Federation of Libericus is willing to pay top dollar for this agent. However, what exactly is the agent capable of? Please describe in detail.

The Holy Republic of DCX will be sending 1 Ammbassador followed by 1 unarmed escort and 1 legless escort... We hope your facility is wheelchair accessible

Guevara Commune 2:30 AM

"Red Shadow" Rabinovitz scowls at the monitor. The grizzled well-built partisan streches his scarred body, adjusts his eyepatch and walks out of his small apartment and mutters to himself.

"How the fuck did these filthy death merchants get my email? Must have gotten it by accident. Death for profit... it's as old as capitalism. Time to put these filthy profiteers on ice. No weapons they say... the joke's on them. I can't come without my hands, can I?

*fade to black*

Sith Corporation (internal) and CorpSac Corporation (internal) as well as Ravanos Corporation (internal) are all sending ambassadors with 2 un armed escorts each after getting wind that this might be a bid (tho CSC dont really need such a virus the control the worlds surply of R.E.D 12(Future) and R.E.D 6 (modarn) and Sith corporation makeing R.E.D 13 (future) and R.E.D 7 (modarn) but ravanos dont control anything :()

Guevara Commune 2:45 AM

Rabinovitz walks into a seemingly abandonned warehouse in the old industreal district. He walks up the stairs and finds a room labeled 'printing.' He opens the opaque glass door and greets the old man sitting behind a sticky counter in what seems to be a reception area lit by a dim bulb hanging above the old man's head.

"What can I do you for, Red?"

"Tequilla and lime with a side order of six large helpings of your best Knootian green and the apropriate credentials."

The old man pours Rabinovitz's drink and disapears into a back room.

"Mighty large order, Red." He says as he hands Rabinovitz the suitcases.

Rabinovitz opens one of the suitcases and examaines the unmarked bills.

"How good are these, Bob?"

"The Knootian Finance Minister wouldn't be able to tell the difference" Says the old man, somewhat offended.

"Lets hope so Bob" Says Rabinovitz as he pockets the credentials, gets a hold on the suitcases and walks out of the room.

A prototype VALA (Virtual Artificial Lifeform Automaton) will be attending. He is unarmed, but any attempts to reprogram or take him prisoner will result in a very powerful self destruct sequence.

Of course, anybody arriving at the first location would merely find an address printed on a small sheet of cardboard and lots of specially arranged laser turrets connected to the weapons scanner.

In a rather differnt office building several miles away the figure from the message steepled his hands and sighed. What a very BORING day.

(OOC: what country is this all taking place in? The lack of a location is making this very unrealistic.)

"Can you believe our luck here doctor?" A voice said from the shadows

"Hardely doctor, this proposition is too good to pass up." He replied, sitting in the chair staring into the darkness

"This will deffinetly push forward the goals of DYBBUK tenfold. We must send someone to this meeting."

"I agree doctor."

"Very well, get me Dr.'s Silver and Gold. It seems like they would be best suited for this job."

<several minutes later>

A male and female walk into the office, extended over the cavern. They stand until a hand moves out from the shadows and beckons them to sit.

"You called for us Doctor?"

"Yes a very interesting proposition has just come across my desk."

A sheet of paper was passed across the desk and Dr's Silver and Gold looked down at it, quickly reading it over. Their faces light up and they look into the shadow.

"Can this be true sir?" Dr. Silver took off her glasses and waited for a reply.

"If so, this will greatly benefit us. I mean it exceeds our own research by years." Dr. Gold added, crossing his legs and sitting back in the chair rather relaxed.

"All indications point to this being valid. You both are to head to the assigned location and meet with these people. They seem to be quite decent individuals, right in line with our own ideals so treat them with the utmost respect. Take one of the soldiers with you, and make sure that he adhears to the requests in the letter." The voice from the shadows droned on. "You leave immediatly."
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Within a half hour a helicopter takes off and the doctors are flown to a location within thirty miles of the assigned meeting place. Getting out they hop into the waiting vehicle to drive them the rest of the way

OOC:
The second location (The 'real' one) is in Dontgonearthere, in the Isle de Dontgonearthere, basicaly the southern islands.

IC:
The meeting location was an old office, just inside a small town. One of only a few un-domed cities within Dontgonearthre, rather famous for its lack of a name and moderatly bearable climate.
For those who dont know, most of Dontgonearthere was turned into desert by almost a thosand years of continuos warfare between the four states occuping the mainland, G'oaway, Al-Khali, Psuedopolis and another one that nobody really cared about.
Anyway...back to the RP.
Anybody looking closely at the building would have noted that several of the windows did not appear to be quite as transparent as they should have been. Those looking at the surrounding buildings would also have noted a large number of convenient broken windows, and those looking at the door would have noted the unusual bumps around its frame.
Two gentlemen in suites stand outside the door, their arms folded in a way which suggests that while it is not currently actually happening, violence is definitly an option they would pursue with extreme enjoyment. Their shirts lack large bulges of the non-muscular kind, but one gets the feeling they are heavily armed, as it were.
Inside the building an elevator with two buttons on its panel takes those who enter to an office, which due to a lack of floor is not the meeting place.
Groups are then taken by an usher to a second office which contains a number of chairs around a long rectangular table. At the end of the table sits the figure from the message, still in darkness.
At this point anybody looking at their companions would note that their faces were blacked out in a similar manner, the result is a bit unnerving, since every person in the room has a large black hole for a face.
The figure at the end of the table nods acknowledgement to those who come into the room, then gestures for them to sit.
"We will begin once people stop arriving, thank you. Please enjoy some of our fine refreshments."
Something like a small robotic tray table is slowly orbiting the table, its flat top holds a number of drinks and small food items for various species, races and political parties.

OOC:
The face obscuring device is basicaly a special light, it combines a number of colors/wavelengths and creates what is basicaly a real blacklight, it does not effect the vision of the person it is being used on, but does give some people a headache.

"Thank you, but I must decline. May we move on to business?" The rep from Celdrone was a rather short man. He stood a mere 5' 5" with sholder length brown hair, his eyes, gray. He carried himself with a confidence that others found disturbing as they did his perfect politeness. Those who had spent any length of time with him knew that he never rasied his voice.

"Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves are triumph and defeat."—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This has been an official tag by the Five Civilized Nations.

They had approached the building they were sent to from the message, with a bit of apprehension Slowly the doctors walked in, eyes looking about the empty building until locking onto the small lighted chair in the center of the room.

"Hello.....hello...hello" Dr. Gold said aloud with a smile on his face.

hello....hello....hello... Was the echoed reply. Dr. Silver shot him a cold look and picked up the cardboard and read the address.

"Come on, this is only one leg in our journey. Lets get moving."

Fifteen minutes later the car was again parked outside a building and the Dr.'s exited the conveyance followed by their escort. They would have been here sooner but Dr. Gold was driving and he wasnt good at following directions.

It would be an understatement to say that the building was ominous looking, but they had bee tucked away for over five years in an underground complex and everything looked ominous to them. Dr. Silver led the way slowly up the steps, taking in everything about the building as she did; until she was certian that she could close her eyes and know exactly what windows looked like what. Dr. Gold followed with their unarmed military escort behind him, the young man didnt look pleased at all with going somewhere without a weapon. However, he followed orders, one of Dr. Gold's other inventions had seen to that.

Two goons stepped out of the darkness and blocked their path, like two hitmen out of some mafia comic book story. Silver and Gold stopped in front of the two men and their escort flinched slightly but regained his composure and stood like a statue behind the Dr's. Gold stepped forward and held out their copy of the letter that they had recieved.

"I guess this is our invitation to be here." He held it up for the guards to take. They stared back at him, arms still folded. Gold took a dry gulp and lowered the paper, shrugged his shoulders and walked inside. Silver and the escort followed him until they were all inside and greated by an usher of some kind. Without anywords they were shown to the elevator and rode it to their next destination. Silver tried to guess what direction they were going, but it appeared to her that whoever had this all set up had some type of artificial sensory system that made it unable to detect whether they were going up or down.

After a few more minutes of endless walking they finally were led into an open room with table and chairs. As they moved inside the Dr's could see that several other chairs were already occupied, they now knew that they werent the only ones interested, but what made them stop in their tracks before taking their own seats was the fact that noone else had a face. Dr. Gold turned to look at Dr. Silver but her face had the same issue, he slowly took his seat, a bit unnereved, and look wildly about the room. Dr. Silver sat next to him and their escort stood behind. They smiled, not that it would do any good, as the man who appeared to be the host began talking and offering them refreshments.

"This is a very nice setup you have here. Pretty ingenious how you keep things annonymous." Dr. Silver spoke up as she took one of the glasses from the tray, sniffed it, and began drinking. She could tell, as well as Dr. Gold, that this would be well worth the effort they made to get here.

The figure...nods at the Celdroneian rep "Im sorry sir, but there are still a few reprisentatives who have not arrived."
He looked over at the men from Jiggady.
"Yes, it is rather nice. Im sorry to seem short with both of you, but I've been working with robots for the last ten years, and they usualy arent very good conversationalists."

bump

Castle St. Angelo, Vatican City((OOC: NOT in Derscon))

Church of Illumination ((OOC: Illuminati Headquarters))

"Well," the Illuminati Grand Master said to the surrounding Illuminati High Council. "This will help us in our final goal for ultimate revenge."

"I agree," one Master Illuminatus said. "This will aid us immensely. We must get a sample of this!"

"How will we contain it?" one 33rd Degree Mason said.

"We have multiple governmental labs around the world infiltrated," another Master Illuminatus replied. "We can hold it there."

"Then it is settled," the Grand Master said. "We have Biotech, Inc. under our control. We can send one of them, over."

"I disagree," another 33rd Degree Mason said. "we need to keep this down. I suggest one of us goes."

"I will," said one person. This man was the "boss" of the CEO of Biotech. "That way we keep it underground."

"Good," the Grand Master said. "I shall send some Hashashins with you. They are skilled enough. They do not need weapons. Go, now. A helocopter will be waiting for you at the Vatican Helopad."

Five minutes later, the Church of Illumination was empty except for the Grand Master. He got up and walked over to the largest pyramid there, one with the suspended All Seeing Eye over it. It looked exactly like the one on the reverse of the Great Seal of the now-defunct United States of America. He got up to the pyramid and opened the secret slot using the keypad hidden under the one block. the thick vault opened and he pulled out a key with numbers and letters wrapped around it. It was the key and the codes to the Pope's Vault, the one where only the Pope could enter. "Ah," he said. "It is time to get out some of the old relics." An our and a half later, he returned to the Church of Illumination, with a pentagram-shaped case. "Good thing they never got to open it. Ah, the Vatican never found this place. They never shall, either. He opened the case with the correct passcodes, and marveled at the sight of it. In the center, surrounded by five other items, was the infamous Illuminati Diamond. "Heh," he said to himself. "How pathetic. They better get back here soon."

Prime Minister Jacobson's Office - Praeton

PM: Good Morning Intelligence Director Jackson. How are you?

Jackson: Rather intrigued, Prime Minister. We haverecieved the following Email from a group of renegade scientists, I think they may be offering us something of value.

PM: Let me have a look.

Jackson: Yes of course.*Hands paper to PM*

PM: Good God Jackson are you mad? Praetonia can't be seen with these weapons. We are a civilized antion!

Jackson: I am notsaying we should purchase these weapons I am merelysaying we should investigate. There is nothing to lose by going to see them. Perhaps we could find a way to destroy these weapons and these scientists.

PM: I suppose you're right. Send two of your best agents. And another thing Jackson...

Jackson: Yes Prime Minister?

PM: If one word of this is leaked to the press Ill have your head.

Jackson: Dont worry Prime Minister. No one will ever find out...

Praetonian Intelligence HQ

Jackson: Political fools! No idea what's going on any of them. It's what makes it so easy to pull the wool over their eyes...

Aide: Your meeting went well then sir?

Jackson: Yes of course it did! We have Prime Ministerial orders to go ahead with our plan.

Aide: Yes sir! We'll start right away. Our agents will arrive at the specified address within the hour.

(assuming all the other agents have arrived)
"Right gentlemen, let us begin." The man steeples his fingers and peers (at least, from what everybody else can see) at them.
"What we have developed is a version of Ebola, it acts VERY quickly, once triggered. The average lifespan of a normal human infected by the triggered virus is four to five hours. The virus, as I said, is a typical Ebola type, it basicaly eats people from the inside out. Now, your proably wondering what I meant by 'triggered'.
"This virus has been geneticaly engineered in such a way that it will infect a person, reproduce a few times, then go 'dormant', and remain that way for up to a year, at which time it self-destructs. You see, what you will be bidding on shortly is actually THREE virii, a killer, a trigger and a 'disarm button'. The first step is the killer, it is sprayed over the target area, or dropped in bombs, missiles, whatever. Once in the air it acts a bit like flu, traveling to its victim and entering via wounds or the mouth/nose. It then begins infecting cells, though doing minimal damage to the host. It is highly contagous in this stage, though it has few symptoms.
"Now, this is the good part, the trigger 'activates' the virus by infecting it and triggering certain genetic codes, filling in our intentional blanks and turning the virus deadly. That is the reason for the quick death of its host, it has already gotten into most of its hosts body, and all it has to do now is eat. In this stage anybody NEAR the person can be considered as good as dead, since the host is now basicaly a walking disease bag.
"The next stage is the disarm button, this kills the virus, actiaved or not, by acting as a counter virii, stopping the infection and doing minimal harm, it exhibits a flu or cold like stage for about a week afterwords, but is not usualy deadly.
"Further details may be obtained from here..."
He passed a small laptop-style computer around the table, it displayed varied information about the new virus(').
"The entire package, including a thirty gallon drum of each virus, genetic coding and deployment strategies will go to the highest bidder. Let us start at, say, twenty million GLAcreds, thats twenty million United States dollars. We will only sell to the highest bidder, the rest of you will be sent back, alive and well, I assure you, to your home countries." He laughed a bit at this point, "No, we wong refund your travel expenses." He sat back and waited.

(assuming all the other agents have arrived)
"Right gentlemen, let us begin." The man steeples his fingers and peers (at least, from what everybody else can see) at them.
"What we have developed is a version of Ebola, it acts VERY quickly, once triggered. The average lifespan of a normal human infected by the triggered virus is four to five hours. The virus, as I said, is a typical Ebola type, it basicaly eats people from the inside out. Now, your proably wondering what I meant by 'triggered'.
"This virus has been geneticaly engineered in such a way that it will infect a person, reproduce a few times, then go 'dormant', and remain that way for up to a year, at which time it self-destructs. You see, what you will be bidding on shortly is actually THREE virii, a killer, a trigger and a 'disarm button'. The first step is the killer, it is sprayed over the target area, or dropped in bombs, missiles, whatever. Once in the air it acts a bit like flu, traveling to its victim and entering via wounds or the mouth/nose. It then begins infecting cells, though doing minimal damage to the host. It is highly contagous in this stage, though it has few symptoms.
"Now, this is the good part, the trigger 'activates' the virus by infecting it and triggering certain genetic codes, filling in our intentional blanks and turning the virus deadly. That is the reason for the quick death of its host, it has already gotten into most of its hosts body, and all it has to do now is eat. In this stage anybody NEAR the person can be considered as good as dead, since the host is now basicaly a walking disease bag.
"The next stage is the disarm button, this kills the virus, actiaved or not, by acting as a counter virii, stopping the infection and doing minimal harm, it exhibits a flu or cold like stage for about a week afterwords, but is not usualy deadly.
"Further details may be obtained from here..."
He passed a small laptop-style computer around the table, it displayed varied information about the new virus(').
"The entire package, including a thirty gallon drum of each virus, genetic coding and deployment strategies will go to the highest bidder. Let us start at, say, twenty million GLAcreds, thats twenty million United States dollars. We will only sell to the highest bidder, the rest of you will be sent back, alive and well, I assure you, to your home countries." He laughed a bit at this point, "No, we wong refund your travel expenses." He sat back and waited.

How is there to be any security? Everyone who losses the bidding will go back and tell the world who bought it, making that nation a huge target.

Praetonia will pay $100,000,000 for the deactivator.

The man shurgs and lights a cigarette.
"We are not affiliated with Dontgonearthere, anymore. We used to develope biological counteragents for GLACORP.
"Anyway, the bidding is for the entire package. Now at one-hundred million. Bidding is by incriments of ten million."

OOC:
If I have to bump this three times the person who last bid wins, if I dont Ill decide when I like the price.

Dr. Gold smiled and looked over to the first group of bidders and calmly spoke up. "One hundred ten million."

Dr. Silver on the other hand was filled with tension, she shifted in her seat and was glad that her face was blacked out for fear of what it may look to the others. The chief Dr. would not tollerate failure from them, no matter how good they were as scientists.

"One-ten, going once, gentlemen and ladies."

The Illuminati master sat at the end of the table, staring at the ex-GLACORP person. Heh, he thought to himself. [/i]We have virtually every major bank in the world infiltrated. I can pay all the money in the world -- quite literally[/i]. He smiled to himself at that thought. Huh, I have GLACORP infiltrated, too. The Illuminati master then placed his bid.

"Two hundred million dollars," the Illuminatus said. A lot of people turned heads with wide eyes toward the Illuminati master. He then smiled like THIS -->> :twisted:

OOC:
Really? I dont think you do. You never TGed me about it, so it never happened. It doesnt really matter, GLACORPS finnances are run by a sentient computer, it would catch an unnaproved payment like that pretty damn quick. Aside from that, these guys arent WITH GLACORP anymore.
Ill assume you mean to pay yourself.

IC:
"Two hundred million. Anybody care to bid more?"

Dr. Gold turned his head at this breach in proticol Hmmm ten million incriments indeed.

"Two Hundred ten million." He calmly said again. There goes the budget for the advanced weapons systems.

OOC: I never said how much GLACORP was infiltrated. It could just be a low level employee, such as a janitor. And I don't always count FINANCES as infiltration. And the Grand Master is smart enough not to use the money from the ex-corporation. But The Illuminati DOES have lots and lots of cash. More than some nations. By the way, the illuminati is NOT affiliated with Derscon, or endorsed by it. But yes, the money will be recieved.

And yes, you will get paid, should I win.

And one other thing -- you don't know he's illuminati. As far as you're concerned, he's a rep. from Biotech.

"Two-hundred ten. Thank you. Next bid?"

OOC:
But you IMPLIED that it was one that would use funds from GLACORP to pay for this. Whatever, drop it.

OOC: Sorry, that was not my intention. Just forget I ever said that.
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The Illuminati master thought about Jiggady's bid. They ARE persistant, aren't they?

"Two hundred and twenty million."

DEATED

DEATED

"Two twenty...anybody care to beat two twenty?

Ahhhhhh, Two hundred and thrity million Dr. Gold bowed his head down to the table and closed his eyes in deep thought. They desperatly wanted this new agent but at what cost....DYBBUK had the money avaliable, part of the luxury of not being a government agency, they could raise money through their own illicit dealings.

Dr. Gold waved his hand slightly and Dr. Silver leaned down so that they could have a hushed discussion.

"What do you think"

"We have to keep going, the Chief Dr. insisted upon this."

"Perhapes if we loose, we can make some arrangement with the winner, or with the men selling it for their research notes."

"That would be a good backup plan."

Dr. Silver leaned back up and spoke out loud, "Two hundred thrity million"

"We shall not be bidding on this...product, but I shall remain here until the bidding is concluded," it was the first time the rep from Celdrone had spoken in quite a while. He then folded his hands together and closed his eyes.

"Anyway, the bidding is for the entire package. Now at one-hundred million. Bidding is by incriments of ten million." OOC: 100 million what?

OOC: GLAcreds, forgot to mark it. Same as dollars :P

IC:
"Ahh, the gentleman from Jiggady is determined to outbid you, sir."

The hive representitive walked into the room - looked about and sat down on a free seat.
No one knew how she got in but from her look she had sufferd no problems with the guards.
Her hair was perfect and the green orbs of her eyes glimmed in the light.
Smiling she watched the show as the countried began to outbid each other.

In a quite voice she finally said:
"1 billion in uncut diamonds for your technology. In addition you will be welcomed and protected by the hive."
She smiled calmly at those looking at her.

ooc> 1 billion of what ever currency you are working with.

"One billion, gentlemen...can anybody beat that?"

ooc: so someone can just jump on into the rp, say that they are all of a sudden there, outbid everyone else with a rediculous amount that doesnt follow with whats been going on and steal the bid? Kind of cheap, or bad rp ing.

OOC:
Ah...I didnt look at the name :P
Hive, your going to have to come up with a better excuse than that. And dont give me any crap about gentic flying uber-humans.

The hive has done extensive resurch into the human genome and has the cure to all known diseases + created some of its own. As far as the hive is concerned they need new biological weapons that are capable of killing populations that we have given all the cure's we know of to. At this point in time we have 2 methods of killing such a population other than direct conflict.
As for the amount of money the hive has we are able to farm the large city sized diamonds that are in the earth's core by utilisation of a chaos orb.
The avatar is not a human - she just looks like one and as for getting past your guards - well she had proof of the place's existance and she is a woman - a very attractive woman. <nuff said>

OOC:
The guards arent human...I was planning on making this point later, but robots arent much into sex, even the humanoid ones.
Anyway, most elevators go 'DING!' when they get to a floor, this one is right outside.
Is she an electrical engineer as well?

OOC: Ignore the post.
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IC:

The Illuminati master sighed. I hope no one will notice.

"Two hundred and fifty million."

ooc> oki

ic>
On the ground floor a harly pullsed up and parked. Jumping off it a 6'6" beauty strolled up to the guards.

"We are the hive representitive. The hive understands there is a buisness deal in process within ths building. We request permission to enter this deal and have the funding to do so." making her point she pulled her hand from behind her within which were 13 perfect diamonds.

She was totally unarmed and the only item of clothing she had on consised of a swimsuit shaped peice of black armour carapacing that shimmerd as the diamond alloy refracted the light thrown onto it.
She smiled her green eyes glittering.

OOC:
Now that wasnt so hard, was it? ;)

IC:
The guard blinked, with a barely audible click-whirr noise, then subvocalized into his throat-mike.
"You may enter, third chair on the left, please."
The guard opened the door and his face dissapeared, along with that of the Hive reps.
The 'man' turned to his compatriot "These bloody lights play hell with my optics..."

The Illuminati Master just looked at the newcomer. Hmm, he thought. Someone else found out about this. Security breach. He sighed. She intends on bidding, but she didn't yet. My bid still stands. He glared at the diamonds again. I wonder how much those are worth?

She walked into the room and walked to her seat looking around the room as she went. Her eyes shimmerd colour changing between green, brown, blue and purple.
She sat down gently on her alotted chair and smling began to talk:
"I am Xcerus, female avatar of the hive. The hive wishes to bid on this product. What is the bidding up to?"
She looks around awaiting a reply.

Dr. Gold and Dr. Silver shifted nervously in their seats, they were just about to go over the top of the latest bid from the other fellow that seemed intent on winning. However, the arrival of the newcommer had silenced their thoughts and they now sat in their seats waiting to hear her words. Both of them wiped sweat from their foreheads and were again glad that no one could see their faces.

The shadow-man glances at the Hive avatar.
"Ah, we are at two hundred and thirty million GLAcreds...that would be the same amount in US dollars, err...What would your title be?" He shifted.

Simple fools, the Illuminati Master said. They get nervous in the sight of HER??? God help them. Wait, God help me! the Illuminati Master's eyes went wide for a moment, then he quickly hid his emotions. This..... THING might prove to be bad. The fools are overtaken by her. This presents a possible bias. Not good. The Illuminati Master pondered his options. I could ask for her removal, as for the bias. No, that would show a weakness. Hmm, what could I do? I NEED this weapon. Hmmm...... He looked at his two escorts and sent them a telepathic message.

[code:1:fc408a4de7]
Illuminati Master: Do you have the brands?

Escort One: Yes, we do.

Illuminati Master: Do we have the bars?

Escort Two: Yes, we do.

Illuminati Master: Get them.[/code:1:fc408a4de7]

Five minutes later, the escorts came back in carrying four total cases. They sat the cases, unopened, beside the Illuminati Master, and stood to watch the upcoming event.

She sat down her expression unchanging.
"500million USD also 200million worth of uncut diamonds. The hive will also offer you sanctury from those who would attempt to scilence you. The hive believe's that resurch is the key to our success."

she looked up as the two guards returned carrying cases - shifting she began to commune with the hive.
We may have an isue with another memeber of this meeting who it seams is intent upon winning the bidding process.

ooc> the hive are all linked - they all know what she knows and she knows what they no - no telepathy involved she just thinks it and they know what she is thinking.

OOC: Remember, unless the Hive knows people by voice itll be pretty hard to identify anybody.

IC:
"Alright...miss, if thats correct, that would be seven hundred million, anybody care to challenge?"

She looked around the room at the nervousness of the other participents.
"I am Xcerus - avatar to the humanoids on behalf of the hive."

Smiling she hoped this would passify the room

"Might I inquire who is here on behalf of whom while you make your minds up regarding my own offer?"

A single man, clad in jet black powered armor exited a small limo outside the building where this meeting is taking place.

"Greetings. I am here on behalf of the UNSSCF, and I understand that there is an...auction taking place right now?" The man said to the cold robotic sentries.

"My name is Vilhelm, and I wish to participate in this auction." He continued.

Vilhelm is one of the Premier people in the National Socialist party in CF, and he has been authorized to pay an immense amount of money for this new bioweapon. The coming war with TFU and the UTA would demand all sorts of 'unconventional weapons.'

"alright then...Xcerus. While any here are free to reveal themselves, I would rather not show my own face. The President, err...Mr 47 has some excellent internal security in this country, and while we take precautions, such as in this case, you never know. If you need a name to put to the...face, then feel free to call me Mr. X, its not original, I know, but its effective." He chuckles, then glances up as the DING of the elevator sounds
"Hello, you are the representative from Central Facehuggaria, on behalf of your alliance, or your country? Regardless, the information on the item we are bidding on is contained here."
The man mutters something and a paper-thin computer with spindly spider-like legs waddles over the table and seats itself in front of the man, it beeps and its screen begins displaying the information on the virus.
"The bidding is currently at seven hundred million, if any wish to bid. Going once."

"I am representing the United National Socialist States of Central Facehuggeria, the nation itself." Vilhelm said before sitting down, the chair creaking under his armor's weight.

Upon looking at the display screen, he quickly did a double take. "That is a lot of money" he thought to himself.

"Nine hundred million USD" He called out confidently. The CF government gave him signifigant leeway, especially when it came to the aquisition of bioweapons that could be used upon TFU cities.

The avatar snarled at the newcommer recognising him as the scum he was.
"Foul deviant how dare you step into the presence of the hive! We are perfection you are insignificant."
Snarling with the rage of the hive she turned back to the head of the table.
"2 billion USD paid in full by any means you require in addition to your garantee of safty within hive teritories includng the sfty of your familiy's"

Her eyes flashed red mixed with deep purple

ooc> we have wared before and i am allied with TFU

Perfection? HA! The Hive knows nothing of perfection. The Illuminati Master snarled at the Hive representative. Only Science can lead you to the path of perfection. And only the Galilean Grand Master of the Illuminati is perfect. Simple fool. Scum. Useless race, destined to be slaves. He thought for a moment. Allied with TFU? Hmm, this might be oppertunistic to the highest extent. I must inform the Grand Master. He looked at the screen and saw the bidding was at nine hundred million dollars. What a small amount! Well, I gues I'll have to use a case, then. The Illuminatus pulled one of the four cases on to the table. Everyone looked at him. He smiled, and each guard gave him their keys to the case. He unlocked it, and put his thumb on the scanner. The green light went on, and he opened it up.

"This is exactly one point five bilion dollars in fresh-off-the-press money. This is my bid. Enjoy." Everyone looked at him oddly, especially the person from the Hive. He snarled at the Hive rep. again. Heh, he thought to himself. Let's see; another case of this, a case of two billion on gold bullion, and a case of two billion in platinum. Yup, I'm all set to go. And that's just the hard currecny I have! With access to the bank accounts, I probably have more money than some of these natios have in their entire budget! Fools. The Illuminati will prevail, and no one will know it! He smiled to himself. Biotech, ha! Fools. They are easily tricked. He then frowned. Hmm. I hope I'm not bidding on this uselessly. Our friends at CERN might have already created this. Hell, they created the World Wide Web, and the first particles of antimatter to be created. No, they're a physics lab. A look of relief went across his face, and he stared down at the person that called himself "Mr. X." Why does it seem I know him from somewhere....... He shook it off. Probably nothing.

The avatar snarled at the newcommer recognising him as the scum he was.
"Foul deviant how dare you step into the presence of the hive! We are perfection you are insignificant."
Snarling with the rage of the hive she turned back to the head of the table.
"2 billion USD paid in full by any means you require in addition to your garantee of safty within hive teritories includng the sfty of your familiy's"

Her eyes flashed red mixed with deep purple

"Pah! Perfection?" Vilhelm began laughing, positively cracking up. "As for your allegations of me being a deviant, I would like to know how you found out about what I do to my wife?"

Vilhelm calmed down and said "We shall raise our bid to three billion USD, to be paid in full. We shall also offer you a 50% off cupon at CFAC for any equipment you purchase."

OOC: Derscon, you a bit behind ;)

IC:
"Ah, but we wont be needing to buy any of your equipment. No matter, maybe we can sell it, and the money itself is good. Thank you." He made the little-hand-gesture-thingy again. "Any more bids?"

{{{OOC: Yes, I am.}}}

Hmph. More. He pulled out the other case of cash and a case of 1.5 billion dollars in cash, and the case of two billion in gold bullion. He opened them up, and placed them on the table.

"Five billion dollars."

OOC:
Damn...thats a LOT of gold...how did you get it here? ;)

IC:
"Five billion, and, I must comment on your great physical build. Do people in your country routinly haul cases of gold around?" The man grinned behind the shadows on his face.

"Six billion." Vilhelm said. "And we will offer you asylum in our nation if you desire it."

"Six billion, going once."

The avatar snarled her face rippled as black veins moved to the surface her eyes tured a briliant electric blue. She slammed her fist into the table causing cracks to run across its surface.
"10 billion USD, 5 billion in raw uncut diamonds, sanctury within the hive for you and your families in addition the assurance that everyone in this room leaves here alive. We are the hive , we are perfection."

As her fist slammed into the table an emp pulse filled the room on a low frequency causing several of the lights to explode. She was evidently not a normal humanoid.


ooc> the bit about being allied with TFU was ooc - you cant know this unless i tell u or somone else does - ie i never told u.

Also she is NOT a robot / android.

"Eighteen billion USD, payable in cash. As well as another 2 billion in twenty four karat gold ingots, to be paid as soon as they are delivered. Unlike my esteemed friend over here, I cannot carry a billion dollars worth of gold around where ever I go." Vilhelm said, entirely calm.

Although his armor's HUD did flicker a bit when the hive representative sent out that EM pulse, Vilhelm paid it no heed. Inside his armor, he could deliver enough force to punch through concrete. If the hive representative attempted to attack him, he could more than handily defend himself.

"And, we will also offer you a choice of ten attractive slavegirls." He hastily added. You never know when playing such a card might work.

OOC: I never mentioned, ICly about knowing about your alliance with TFU. I was just noting where this bioweapon would be used, that's all.

Again, the man chuckled slightly.
"Madam, I assure you, that if you try something that everybody...or at least most of them will leave the room except yourself. Did you know that some of the most sophisticated weapons in Dontgonearthere, which are VERY sophisiticated, are within this room? Did you know that these walls are encased in a copper mesh? If that signal had been detected, NOBODY in this CITY would be alive now." He sighed.
"But please, we are diplomats and scientists, violence is unbecoming, we let others do that for us. After all...Now, let us get back to buisness. That would be twenty billion USD from Central Facehuggarias representative. Going once, I beleive." He sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers.
"On a side note, we are quite willing to deal with some of our other technology if the...heh heh, 'runners up' are interested, this is simply a unique something we just finished."

THe Illuminati Master looked at the guards and then smiled to Mr X. "These people are superhuman." He then glared at the rep. from the Hive.
"I do not believe violence is necessary. But, threatening the lives of all in this room is unacceptable. So..." He points two fingers at the rep. His eyes glow red, and he flicked his fingers to the side. THe Rep. from the Hive was sent flying across the room. "Please, violence is not necessary, stay calm, and let this be a business venture." He looked at the guards, who radioed to the transport ship. four more guards came in, each with two cases. They were opened up on the table. A total of twenty billion in US currency, seven billion in gold bullion, and three billion in US treasury certificates.

"Thirty billion dollars. And, if needed, The Aincent Brotherhood will welcome you with open arms to be with us in our ranks. Of course, only should you desire it." Heads turned with looks of fear on their face, for so only one organization ever called themselved 'The Aincent Brotherhood,' and that was the Illuminati.

"I thought the Illuminati were dead and buried!" one person exclaimed.

"Yes, that is what we want you all to think," he said, silently kicking himself for letting his cover slip. "After all, you cannot attack an enemy that doesn't exist, can you?" He smiled again and looked at Mr. X.

"Thirty billion dollars and offered asylum."

Edit due to double post/incomplete post.

OOC: I'm running out of money here! :shock: I only allocated 45 billion to my agent! :)

IC: "32 billion in US dollars, Two billion in gold ingots, ten slave girls, and a billion USD worth of uncut rubies that are *not* from Africa." Vilhelm said, neutrally.

Outside, he was cold and dispassionate, but inside he was starting to become worried. "Illuminati...Being out bid...Uh oh..." he thought to himself.

The avatar pulled her self up anger causing ripples of emp to flow from her.

"40 billion paid by any means you wish!"

We are the hive, Prepare to flood the market.

Yes

Trillions of tons of diamonds, gold, platinum, oil, gems and silver where about to be placed onto the open market by the hive flooding itand reducing its value almost instantly due to the insane quantities.

She looked at the iluminati eyes burning with rage as another emp pulse filled the room.
She pointed a finger at him that droped off onto the table and lay there. Smiling she sat down.

"Sir, you would kindly not do that again, as I said, the govornment has some VERY sensitive equipment, and I would prefer NOT to look like Psuedopolis cheese. The bidding is at fourty billion." He sat back, wondering if he, or any of the other delegates, were going to get out alive.

"45 Billion USD. In Cash. I may need to confer with my government on this...situation. Do you have a secure connection I can use to contact my government?" Vilhelm said.

"Fourtyfive billion, thank you. Yes, we have a connection you can use." The little computer-spider-thingy proceeded to waddle into place in front of the CF delegate, it beeped.

IC: Vilhelm opened a direct connection to Furher Gustav, leader of the National Socialist party and the nation itself. "Mein Furher, I am here at the 'auction', and the bidding is going poorly. I may need more allocation of funds. This weapon has great...potiential. We are being outbid by the Illuminati and another group, known as 'The Hive.' The hive seems none too friendly. I'm not sure what'll happen if they get the weapon being auctioned off. I request additional funds."

Within moments, Gustav replied "Be at ease. You shall have plenty more money. However, there is a limit. Don't go hogwild at the auction block. Gustav out" And with that, the Furher's face disappeared from the screen and Vilhelm said "Thank you."

The finger twisted before bone began to grow out of it soo there was a full hand and the beginnings of an arm on the desk raising her hand as sinued wrapped around the regrowing finger the avatar spoke.
"50 billion USD."
The finger had become a full arm and was still growing. Small emp pulses convulsed as it grew.

"Fifty four billion USD, and the assurance that this weapon will not be used against Earth based nations." Vilhelm said.

The hive representative was starting to worry him. He wish he'd brought a gun. An XM-10 "masterkey" would straighten 'it', for Vilhelm was now sure it wasn't a woman, right out. But he didn't. All of his weapons were in the limo, outside the building. Painfully out of reach.

"60 billion USD"
The arm had become a torso with 3 stumps growing the neck area was warping up slowly.

The avatar contacted the hive.
Flood The markets.

It shall be done.

"Sixty five billion USD, and our previous assurances. We will also throw in some pocketlint and a yam." Vilhelm was starting to show his concern now.

"Well, it seems that our competitors have dropped out. Sixty five billion, gentlemen and ladies, any other bids?"

ooc: laughs at how this is turning out.

The Illuminati Master looked at the growing THING. I'm going to have to get rid of this. He raised both hands toward the growing thing on the table. A stream of what looked like strong rock, hail frozen at absolute zero, a large gush of water, a tornado, lightning, and fire hotter than ever achieveable shot out of the Illuminatus. It completely melted and destroyed the growing thing. His faced flushed with anger as he yelled from the person at the hive.

"I WILL NOT HAVE YOU PULL THESE THINGS AND THREATEN THE LIVES OF THOSE HERE!!! MR X., I CALL FOR THE HIVE'S EJECTION FROM THIS BIDDING IMMEDIATELY! WHO KNOWS? SHE MIGHT JUST TRY TO KILL US ALL IF SHE DOESN'T WIN!" He sat back down, still angry, but voice level.

"I shall raise my bid to one hundred billion dollars. I do not have the currency, etc. to show you right now, as it is in the shuttle. My offer for acceptance in to the Brotherhood of Science, the Illuminati, still stands. You will be a Grand Master, and your accociates will also join, just not as a Grand Master. The Rank of Grand Master alone is worth billions, nevertheless payment for the bioweapon. Choose wisely.

OOC: Now I'm really running out of money. :wink:

"Mister X. Would you and your organization rather have a fanciful rank in the Illuminati, or would you rather have cold, hard cash? The Illuminati offer, while very good, essientially binds you to them. Do you want that obligation or connection? We offer you money- no more and no less. We do not offer you membership in an organization that is known only through its infamy. The position offered to you in the illuminati could potientially be very profitable. But it is a risk. It may turn out to be a situation you don't really want to enter. I don't know, all I do know is that we offer you an immense amount of money. Nothing else, with the exception of the Yam that I already offered earlier. One hundred and fifty billion US dollars." Vilhelm said. He sat down after that, awaiting a response from Mister X.

ooc> please dont godmod

ic> The peices of the hive growth began to each grow into their own unity there where now 5 growths around the room all growing fast into arms legs and torso's. The avatar simply smiled at the iluminati scum.
"You think you can destroy perfection?"
She turned to the head of the table
"300billion USD and anything you might demnd of the hive that the hive considers a rightful request."
She turned back to the iluminati;
"Do not cross us again or war shall be declared agaisnt you - the hive has nothing to fear from scum like you."
A wall of shimmering blue light flickerd up around the hive representitive as the limbs and other body parts began to grow. It would be seconds before they where fully grown.

Last bid;

"You threaten war? Pah. You cannot find the Illuminati, and they could manipulate the entire galaxy against you, if they should so choose. And as for us...Our star fleet is more than a match for the hive." Vilhelm said, his agitation growing by the moment. "If the hive is going to be this hostile during simple bidding, do you really want such a volitile race getting their hands on a bioweapon that could potientially end human life, even your own? We offer you the immense sum of Six Hundred Billion USD. And, we offer you an ironclad garentee that we shall not use this weapon on Earth, or other Earth nations. And we will try to avoid using it on humans in general, although TFU colony planets are just as viable targets for this weapon as they are for a plasma beam. Six hundred billion USD. That much money could buy you a lot of things." Vilhelm sat down and waited for Mr. X's response.

The avatar looked at the fool who had spoken
"1,000 billion - the hive tires of this nonsence. The hive will not tolorate threats against our ally's."
At this a hand landed on the shoulder of the Facehuggerian representitive's shoulder as an identical avatar finished forming behind him. Around the room figures stodd up there where now 6 avatars in the room and a large emp pulse flooded out of them all at once filling the room.
As one they spoke.
"We are the hive, we are perfection."

"The hive representative will kindly cease and either remove these...avatars or I will be forced to action. The bidding stands at one thosand billion."

OOC:
Isnt that one trillion?

OOC: Yes, it is.
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THe Illuminati called the Grand Master on his cell phone (which was not affected by the EMP, as it was designed to withstand multiple pulses of it) to discuss the upcoming problems.

[code:1:5a37906f33]
Grand Master: I see you have problems. I was invisioning the meeting.

Illuminatus: Yes. The Hive is getting violent.

Grand Master: I saw. Do you need backup?

Illuminatus: That might make everyone frown upon us.

Grand Master: Well, at this rate, the Hive has every intention of KILLING all of you.

Illuminatus: Hmm......I see. The CF rep has stood up for us.

Grand Master: I know. See if you can make a deal with him.

Illuminatus: What kind of deal?

Grand Master: A monetary deal, of course. We combine our treasuries, outbid everyone, and share the technology, and vow not to use it on each other.

Illuminatus: I will try.

Grand Master: Good. Try to talk him in to it.

Illuminatus: Yes, Galileo, I will.

"Galileo": Good.[/code:1:5a37906f33]
The Grand Master, who calls himself "Galileo," after the founder of the Illuminati, disconnected the line, and the Illuminatus put his phone away. Hmm, the Illuminatus thought. I hope this works.

"Mr. Vilhelm, may I speak with you privately?" the Illuminatus said to the CF representative.

"Of course" Vilhelm said before turning to Mr. X and asking "Is there such a place where the Illuminatus and I could meet privately?"

"Yes, there is a room down the hall, third door on the right. Again, the Hive will kindly have these extra avatrs remove themselves from the building, or I will trigger the weapons system and...eject you from the bidding."

The Illuminatus shut the door behind him. "Thank you for meeting with me."

"What is it that you want?" Vilhelm said.

"The Grand Master of the Illuminati wishes to form a deal with you. I apologize, but I'm not much of a negotiator, so I'll cut right to the point. The Grand Master is sending some of his private army over, just in case the Hive chooses to use forceful measures to get the bidding. So, the Grand Master has proposed to you that we combine our worth and continue bidding on the weapon, and then share the technology, and also vow never to use it against each other. Again, I apologize for not being a good negotiator, but you saw what the Hive will do to just get the weapon. Think of what they will do if they HAVE the weapon?"

"I've noticed, I was sent here specifically to prevent the Hive from getting the weapon at all costs. I accept your proposal fully. We shall pool our resources, and ensure that the hive cannot purchase this weapon. Then, we'll share the tech and promise to never use it upon each other. I am authorized to pay 650 billion USD. You'll have to get the rest. The hive must surely be running out of money now." Vilhelm said after thinking briefly. This would be a good oppertunity. He would get to complete his mission, and possibly aquire the bioweapon for his nation. He didn't mind sharing it with the Illuminati, they weren't genocidal maniacs like the Hive was. They would use it judiciously.

"Shall we go and announce the new...developments?" Vilhelm asked with a grin on his face.

OOC: It would suck if this double posted. :(

"Excellent. I am authorized to pay as much as needed to win. As I am sure you know," he said with an evil grin. "We have......oh.....vast amounts........ of money to use." He looked at the door, and then looked Vilhelm in the eye. "We must stop the Hive. The Illuminati Army should be here in one half an hour. Now, we go announce our developments." He led Vilhelm out the door and walked with him back to the meeting room. He looked at Vilhelm as if to say You may do the honors.

The avatar smiled at Mr.X
"If you want me to remove my guards then you will have to ask the other representtitives to remove theirs. As far as we are concerned I have one guard - the iluminati simply created ore for me. So really it is him you should be tlking to. I would also like to emphasise that their was no need for him to attack a memeber of the hive, under normal circumstances he would already be dead. But the hive has no wish to harm people, at least not yet."
In space the situation was being monitored by a node and 13 royal guards - also there where 2 cuttle fish transports filled with the usual along with capacity for the avatars.

ooc> I am a space faring nation - thortically as my incometax is 100% i have unlimited funding.

OOC: And my tax is 100% too. Your point?

IC: Vilhelm went back into the meeting room and said "The illuminatus and I have come to an...agreement. We shall pool our resources together, resulting in a 1.5 Trillion dollar bid for the moment. I may need to contact my leader again torequest more money, however."

OOC2: Not much time, gotta make this quick. :)

ooc> that and when i see a planet i strip it of all assets

ic> The avatar looked at them both before smiling.
"You seam to think that by combining your forces you would gain an advantage however the way we see it is that you are increasing the risk that this weapon will be used against others more often. The hive has its own biological weapons of which it has used 3 ever. I would say that this makes the hive much more trustworthy than a shadow industry and a fol that walks around in powerarmour all day long." She sneered "Never the less your bid is substantial but the hive does not cinsider it a threat. The hive offers you 5 trillion USD - 2.5 in USD the rest in materials of your choice ranging from coal to diamond - from steel to Adamantium."

"Ma'am, I dont care whose guards they are, you are allowed TWO, or is your Hive incapable of processing numbers above one point five?" Mr X seems to be displaying anger, but its hard to tell behind the mask.
"DO not force us into action."
He pressess a button on the table and a distant hum fills the room, those who know it REALLY dont like it. Its the sound a very small high powered laser makes when its power supply has been activated, magnified several times.

She snarled at him. "Do not under estimate the hive." Raising her hand she clicked her fingers making an audible snapping sound. 3 of the copies exploded showering the room in spores that began to errode anything they touched - the walls and floor began to fizz and one of the other two clones arms melted away leaving a smoking stump. The main avatar was fine her sheilding protecting her. She raised an eyebrow "Hmm, well that was unexpected." She watched as the acid melted through various inanimate objects around the room. "Sorry about that. They where supposed to die not explode. Must have been the iluminati magic."
She shrugged "The hive's offer still stands."

The rooms wood paneling slowly gives way to a well polished stainless steel wall, doors every few feet promise instruments of death, or at least sever wounds.
Mr. X growls something, and the glowing shield flashes briefly, acid vaporizes and the smoke is sucked into nearby vents, then vanishes itself.
"Well then, gentlemen and ladies, Im afraid that after that little show The Hive will kindly remove itself before I am forced to remove the pieces from the walls." He mutters something else and two of the door guards step in, now holding GC-P MKII 10mm pistols in their hands, another guard in the corridor sllings a GC11 Assault Rifle to the ready with a quick hum its 'ready' light comes on, causing the guards eyes to flash their true metallic colour.
"You will be allowed to return to your country in peace, if you leave without trouble, the bill for the walls will be sent along shortly."
The little laptop makes a squeaky noise, then collapses.
"And one DeskPal SemiSentient Computer."

The avatar snarled her left arm exploded revealing a sinue structre and plasma begian to well up at the end as it charged.
A second avatar exploded filling the room with Synapse harvesters that each went for a target while the last avatars arms fell away revealing great scything claws that she slammed through the nearest pannel with no problem. The synapse harvesters went for targets the small seed sized spores moving like bullets.
"WE ARE THE HIVE, WE ARE PERFECTION." The avatar roared as the feild around her shimmerd and she fired a blue ball of plasma into one of the guards.
From orbit the guardian vessels began to plummit towards the ground targeting anythreats firing huge balls of plasma at them.

ooc> Synapse Harvesters act like hoaming devices locking onto a target and following it until it has slammed into it puncturing the skin it then renders the target unconsious in seconds before moving to the creatures synaptic region eg: spine / brain. where it grows into a hive node thus making the target a host of the hive and fully under the hives controll. The only known ure to this is death as severance from the hive would be the equivalent of removing somone from a collective of millions - they would be driven mad by the lonlyness.

*Ten minutes ago:*
"I walk around in power armor all day, as you put it, specifically because the Hive has been known to be duplicitious before! I'm not about to go to a meeting like this without some form of protection." Vilhelm said.

*Now, after the battle has started*
"Treachery!" Vilhelm yelled as he swatted a synapse harvester away from his head. Quickly tapping a small 'panic button' on his gauntlets, he dodged the Hive's harvesters.

Outside, in the limo, his driver got out and went to the trunk. He took out two unique devices. One looked somewhat like Vilhelm's power armor, but was in actuality, a "Stalker" class advanced combat robot. The other was an XM-10 "Masterkey" assault rifle/shotgun combo.

Unpacking the 'bot, the Driver activated it and gave it explicit instructions. It was to go down and support Vilhelm. (OOC: Of course, if you feel that you can handle the hive on your own, DGNT, I dont' have to help, if you'd rather take them alone.)

Mr X growled again and the side-doors flashed open, revealing large-bore laser weapons. Each began tracking, firing precise bursts of energy into their targets, avoiding the humans.
Meanwhile the guards at the door began firing at the Avatar, sending 10mm rounds and bursts of 'stuttered' energy in her direction, flinching slightly when a synapse harvester clanged on their metallic shells, a few began to show some of the metal skelton beneath the artificial skin.
The guard on the right took the plasma ball in the leg, shattering its reinforced knee, but not toppling the bot itself.
Meanwhile plasma and harvesters spattered off Mr. Xs shield, and similar ones now surrounding the other delegates, one had also been placed around the Hive delegate, stopping her plasma charges for a short while, but already it was begining to bulge in spots and go a pale blue.
The sound of feet in the corridor indicated more guards arriving.

OOC:
Three guards in the room, ten on their way, all of them (except the two in the room) have assault rifles or shotguns.
THere are a total of ten turrets (five on each wall), and three on the ceiling, as well as the shield generators.

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"Sir! We have plasma discharges in Al-Khali, looks like it might be weapons fire." A tech tapped his sensor screen a few times, the readings remained.
"Damn...who could possibly smuggle that much wea-"
"SHIT! Sir, we have teleport signatures, quite a few."
"Deploy six squads of the local militia, I want the Third Century to ready, just in case. Send along INS and a few armoured units as well."

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A short while later sixty militia soldiers converged in the towns square and began heading towards the outskirts of the city.

(OOC: Sixty militia, ten FLASH light tanks, five INS agents, and one hundred regulars if they are needed, remember, the govornment is on its own side, I should try to get out before the troops arrive. ;) )
(OOC2: CF, feel free to help, your delegate can simply have been touring the Provincial Capitol or something :))

OOC: Good idea.

IC:

Vilhelm was taking a break from the bidding, resting and planning. When he heard weapons fire, he pushed his panic button and ran up the stairs to his limo.

His driver had already layed out what he needed. Vilhelm grabbed the assault rifle/shotgun, and ordered the combot to follow him.

Running back down to the battle, and finding it still going strong, Vilhelm began taking potshots at the synapse harvesters, sending lethal 7.62mm armor piercing flechettes into them as soon as he saw them. The Combot joined in with its built in particle beam cannon, and began firing upon the creatures, its point defense drones protecting from any harvesters that got too close to Vilhelm.

Out side two of the royal guard ships locked onto various escourt vehicles (limos etc) and launched balls of plasma into them while the remaning royal guard attacked any external defenses. 1 cuttle fish landed on the roof while the rest landed on the ground Geneharvesters pouring out of them and racing into the complex reaching speeds of 90mph.
In the room the 2 remaing avatars stodd huge chukns being blown out of the unshelded one that simply grew back then a feild rippled up around her as her arm was tourn off for the last time but siply healed into a stump while her other arm also mutated into a plasma cannon. She began to fire at the guards on the door while the first avatar fired into the sheild around MR X. The avatars feilds stopped all the projectiles with little problems but the lasors penetrated at a lower frequency only to be absorbed by the avatars and used as plasma energy alowing them to fire more concentrated shots of plasma.
ooc> Avatars are my most powerful ground unit - think biological terminators.
The Synapse harvesters are moving just under the speed of sound the chance of swatting one away is slim and now you are trying to shoot them - perhaps i didnt make their speed clear but lets say that they have now sped up having been moving slowly at the start.
In the cuttle fishtransport are my weakest ground unit each vessel carried 500 gaunts. These are most basically understood as Zerglings from Starcraft however they have refractive carapacing as well so lasors are weak against them and their prjectile weaponry is a glue like substance used to tangle their prey to prevent it from running. They are the size of a large dog. They all have acidic blood that is at high pressure and so small wounds will cause massive rooms to be sprayed with a fine mist of the stuff.

OOC: So these synapse harvesters aren't moving at full speed, right? If they were moving at the speed of sound in an enclosed enviroment, then I'm pretty sure that they'll be running into walls very frequently.

IC: Vilhelm activated his personal shield generator, once he noticed that the enemy was using plasma based attacks. He took aim with the shotgun, straight at the Avatar's head. He fired, a single ultra dense slug being ejected from the weapon incredibly quickly, heading straight for the Avatar. If it hits, there is enough force behind it to knock an elephant on its butt.

The Combot began using its superior AI targeting systems, combined with the relatively large area of effect of its particle beam weapon, to open fire upon the synapse harvesters. (It's using its beam rifle like a hose or watergun, liberally spraying the targets, and the scenery. Although it is trying to avoid turrets, other robots, and all other non-hive targets.)

The Limo took a direct hit with the plasma, and was completely destroyed. It's not like there was anything of value in it, however, as the Driver was using a nearby public restroom.

OOC:
Well, Im going to a wedding tommorow, so dont expect much activity.
Please refrain from posting until I give the all clear, though OOC discussion (limited) is fine.

The Illuminatus looked around him through the energy barrier protecting him and his four guards. I knew the Hive would do anything to get this weapon! The Illuminatus took out his cell phone and called the escort fleet, which was also protected by an energy shield, and was invisible to radar, sonar, and the eye at the moment.
[code:1:df7a15f984]
Pilot: Hello?

Illuminatus: It is me.

Pilot: My God! Are you all right? The Hive bastards are opening fire on everything! Thankfully, they cannot detect us at the moment.

Illuminatus: Okay. How many Operatives are on board?

Pilot: There are twenty Delta Force supersoldiers on board.

Illuminatus: Okay. Tell them they are to come aid in the battle.

Pilot: Yessir.[/code:1:df7a15f984]
The Illuminatus just sat back, knowing the energy barrier would hold off anything that they could give out.
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Shuttle Convoy
In the soldier's compartment, the twenty ((SPARTAN-ish)) supersoldiers, part of the Delta Force, recieved their orders to infiltrate undetected in to the meeting room and reinforce the Illuminatus and eliminate the Hive representative. They dawned their battle armor, designed not to make noise when moving, and turned on their cloaking devices. They were now virtually invisible. They silently left the shuttle and split up in to four teams of five Delta Force operatives.
Team One took the long way around the building. Thankfully, minimal guards were there, and those that were, they avoided. They climed on top of the building and found the Main Ventilation Shaft. Once there, they took cover in the vent shaft and turned off their cloaking device, allowing it to recharge.
Team two and team three went together to the enterance closest to the meeting. Again, encountering minimal resistance outside the building. They got to the enterance, took cover in a gap in the building, and turned off their cloaking devices to recharge.
Team four positioned themselves on high ground in a covered area, so the Hive could not see them. The operatives set up four MATW-Rocket launchers. The Mini Atomic Tactical Warhead launcher fired small, tactical fission nuclear weapons. Just enough to level five city blocks, and put a nice-sized hole in any ship, if not completely obliterate it. With an accuracy of 99.99999%, as was all Delta Force weapons, for they were equipped with only the best weapons available, it was basically a gaurenteed hit. The Operatives switched to thermal imaging on their HUD's to find the engines of the Hive ships. "One ship at a time," the Team Leader said. "Take out the big one first." Delta four-two targeted the MATW at the ships engine, and at the whitest (thermal imaging) spot on the engine. Delta four-three targeted the ship's main gun. Delta-four-four targeted what looked like the ship's main secondary gun, and Delta four-five did the same, only with a different gun. Delta four-one, the team leader, set up another rocket and laid it by each operative to reload once they fire. "Okay, fire at my mark." Delta four-one got on the radio system, with security the best you can get in the battlefield, and contacted the other team leaders.

[[OOC: Only the team leaders are responding. The number will be the team number]]
[code:1:df7a15f984]
Delta Four: This is D4. In position.

Delta One: Breathing fresh air.

Delta Two: Ditto.

Delta Three: In position.

Delta Four: Okay. Team One, go now. Two and three, wait for my mark.

Delta One: Okay. One Out.

Delta Two/Three: Okay. Waiting for the call. Out.[/code:1:df7a15f984]
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Building Roof
Delta One-one got off the radio and turned to the other operatives. "Turn 'em on. Time to roll." The operatives turned on their cloaking devices, though they should not be needed, and went down in to the ventilation shaft. Delta One-one took the point, with the others following. D:1-1 came across the first obsticale in three minutes -- a gigantic fan. He put a low-powered EMP charge on the fan's engine. They backed up a little, but the suits were resistant to low and medium powered EMP's, so they weren't worried. IT went off without a sound, and the fan came to a temporary stop. They walked through the opening created, and remotely deactivated the EMP charge. D:1-3 took out a computer chip and uploaded it in to his HUD. Since they were all digitally hooked together, each operative in the team could see the map. The path was already drawn for them. They crept along through the vent, making no noise whatsoever. They came across five more fans along the way. When they came across a laser wall in the vent, they were a little surprised. "Hmm," D:1-1 thought. He saw Two small generators, about the size of a dime, and the wall was being made my mirrors. "I've got it! Two and three, see those small generators? turn on your laser sights and point them at it." Since the laser in the vent and the lasers used as the DF sights were the same, he could fool the computer in to thinking the lasers were never troubled. He set another EMP charge and activated it. The lasers turned off, but no alarm went off, since the lasers were on the sensors. D:1-1 and D:1-4 wen through, put their sights on the sensors, and two and three came through. The EMP was deactivated, and the laser sights turned off. After about five minutes, they came to the single vent to the meeting room. D:1-1 assembled the MECHEM-III antimatter rifle. He loaded a round in to the gun and aimed it at the Hive representative. The MECHEM-III round is anti-matter encased in a 20mm HE round. First, the HE round detonates, and then the antimatter is released. Delta one-three radioed to Delta four:one.
[code:1:df7a15f984]Dleta Team One In position.[/code:1:df7a15f984]

[code:1:df7a15f984]Aknowledged. Await my signal[/code:1:df7a15f984] was the reply he got.
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Delta Force -- Team Four

"On my mark," the tem leader said. "Fire."

OOC:
Well...you kinda arrived really quickly...and theres the fact that DGNT boarder patrols arent very forgiving when it comes to shiploads of armed men...

ooc> Few questions Derscon.
1: How did your ships get past my elite royal guard that are flying around the building firing at anything that comes near?
2: How did you not bump into any gaunts in the building seeing as they move so fast they would be all over the place
3: What information do you have regarding the hive - i replicate and have a forceshield - and apparently you think my avatar is a robot so not a lot as my entire race are organic.

OOC: So your entire race is comprised of organic robots! :P

Anyway...I must admit that it would be a bit tough to get into DGNT, what with all the paranoid border patrols and big honking ground defenses of death. :wink:

OOC:
And the fact that he just flew over about a thosand miles of ocean, followed by about fifty of desert, in high winds...
And dont forget the big honking ground defences ;)

OOC: I'm gonna change it. It was a bit godmoddish, and I thought of something better. I'm just gonna edit my old post, so look back there, then.

OOC:
Errr...theres 250 ships in orbit above DGNT, ten Watcher class ships with gravetic sensors...so unless your using phase cloaks (IE: Getting ignored), you would have been detected...

IC:
(since Im kinda tired im going to make this short...)
Basicaly, one of my guards goes down, the wall/ceiling turrets open up, a squad of militia attacks the building (PAAR rockets, GC-11a rifles), and Mr. X makes some Xenoist remarks to the Hive rep.

OOC: Well, the DGNT ships know that they are Illuminati, and also know that they are not of threat. I am only doing it as undetected to the Hive ships.
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Back Door

Teams two and three heard the MATW's go off and stormed inside. DGNT guards were patrolling and heard the doors slam open. They raised their weapons, but couldn't see anything. The Delta Force operatives snuck past the DGNT guards, and almost made it to the door, when one of the DGNT guards switched to thermal imaging, saw the Delta Force operatives, aimed his weapon, and yelled "STOP!" The Delta Force operatives stopped and turned off their cloaking devices. The Team Two leader tried to reason with them.
"Listen. We are Illuminati guards. There is a meeting going on, and there is a gun battle in the process. Our Illuminati Master is in danger, and we are here to he--" The sound of gunfire cut him off as he took a bullet in the shoulder. The Delta Force operatives went back to the cloak and moved about the room. They found the DGNT soldier and one operative emptied a clip in to him. A major gunbattle ensued afterwards.

{{{OOC: In other words, I ran out of time, and must cut short the post.}}}

OOC:
I have no idea who the Illuminati are ICly, I dont think I've ever had any contact with your nation, PLUS there is such a thing as immigration control, I doubt that they would let a bunch of guys with guns into the country.
Whatever, Ill let it slip, this time.

Oh...and they dont have thermal imagers ;)

One final note to everybody
Please note whether the guards are my countries or Mr. X's, theres a differnce.
Mostly its the fact that my govornment wants these scientists dead, for fairly obvious reasons, the reps will be spared (except the Hive...the regional govoner dissaproves of xenophobic aliens killing people in his jurisdiction :D

And...
the roof is sealed, there are no vent shafts, or stairwells, just the firescapes and a few maintenance ladders. Nobody wants to go on the roof in the hottest part of the whole country, which is VERY hot.

IC:
After the first guard was knocked over by the Delta Force operative who turned a corner too quickly the militia quickly took cover, all were on the bottom floor, or outside, since the elevator seemed to have sealed itself and only the regular army had enough expertise to get the thing open again.
Two or three quickly went down, but the second squads machine gun team managed to set up its machine gun, and promptly began firing it on full automatic, spraying 850 7.62mm anti-personell rounds per minute around the room, fourtunatly most of the rounds were pointing in the general area of the Dersconi soldiers, and being widely dispersed they didnt really need to be aimed.
The general effect was like a very long shotgun blast.
Finnaly one of the miltia heaved a G MK-II gas grenade full of marker paint, coating everything in the room with bright red paint.
After a bit of goggle wiping the firing resumed, a bit more accuratly.

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On the top floor two of the robotic guards had fallen, plasma burns fused joints and melted metallic skeletons, the rest fought on, mostly devoid of any sort of covering, their suits having long ago been shredded, their artificial skin hanging from assorted places on their anatomy.
They were still functional, though only two were undamaged so far, the others had suffered some injury, mostly the fusing of joints and minor loss of function associated with being struck by balls of plasma.

The shield around Mr X and the other delegates was hold well, and the wall/ceiling guns proved quick enough to track the synapse harvesters. Two or three had focused on the Hive representative.

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OOC:
Details on my mens equipment:
http://s6.invisionfree.com/International_Mall/index.php?showtopic=25

The militia are armed with:
GC11 MKIII Assault Rifle
GCMG Machine gun (1 per squad)
GC-P MKIV Pistol
A variety of grenades
1 PAAR I or II rocket each