NationStates Jolt Archive

Admiral Ra'l looks over the bridge of the [i]R.S.S. Peace. He sniffs deeply and takes in the salt air.

"Sir, we are approaching Hamanistanian waters," said a young ensign.

"Very good. Send out an alert message to all Hamanistanian naval vessels. I don't want to be fired upon now," said the admiral.

The ship calmly put into port and tied up, while Hamanistanian military secured the area.

OOC: Hamanistan, this is my diplomatic envoy.

As the diplomatic envoy stepped onto the dock a spokesman for the Department of Foreign Relations stepped up to the ambassador and motioned him towards the awaiting convoy of SUV's. There was a light police presence, with only about five being in uniform. All five uniformed officers were on motorcycles and were awaiting the order to proceed.

OCC: Unless you wanna roleplay the rest we can just assume that the entire envoy entered the embassey with no trouble.

OOC:

ANY TERRORISTS WHO WANT TO ATTACK, DO SO NOW.
If not, we assume this went without a hitch.

OOC: hmmm...terrorism...not really my style...maybe...i'll think about it

::TAG::

This might be interesting, I'll wait for the attack to occur before responding.

OOC: I don't know if there is gunna be an attack. You wanna do it?

I'm not really the terrorist type person, can never stand those horribily done RPs. No offence intended, but most of them are: "Jimmy stopped in front of the shopping mall and detonated the bomb," no creativity. And sometimes they act as if there is no resistance at all, like people aren't going to notice a guy walking in with an AK-47. :P

OOC: If they are RP-ed nice, you can do it. I had an entire war, very nicely RP-ed, with Inner and Outer Heaven. (Those cheeky bastards). :lol:

At a nearby dock, a dock-worker shouted something to another dock, one that was empty, except a few crates. They had been in Hamanistan for a short while and had acquired jobs at the port for this specific reason.

One dockhand heard the shout and nodded to himself... He was on a dock adjacent to the one the diplomats were one, he spun around to face them and quickly brought up an AKS-74U with a collapsible stock... He put the bead on the Hamanistan envoy and opened fire...


Just as the gunfire erupted, another half dozen dockhands came into view. One grabbed a stashed RPG-7V that was hidden in a thicket of crates. Its reticles lined up on the Hamanistan SUVs, he fired the lone rocket inside.

Two more men pulled up AK-47s, both with collapsible stocks and opened fire on the police officers...

The last three men each had a Heckler and Koch G-3 assault rifle, they opened fire on the TBD diplomat (s)?. Spraying gunfire in their direction.


And as all hell broke loose, two more dockhands appeared from the deck of a freighter they were loading, each had an RPG-7V, one fired at the Hamanistan SUVs, the other fired at the police on their motorcycles...


OOC- There... I gave you plenty of oppurtunities to survive or whatever, but I'm expecting you to accept this (well, you're basically expecting this anyways).

Very well-done RP, Muslim Militants, all of your attacks have been well thought out. I'm going to wait until either Hamanistan or The Burnsian Desert reply and the world is offically "notified."

The envoy's bulletproof vest survived most of the shock, although he had to be carried back up the gangplank.

The RSS Peace's .50 caliber machine guns whirled on the terrorists and sprayed the dock area with hot, incinderary lead. Suddenly, the turrets exploded without warning.

OOC: RPG, saboage, you name it...

OOC: They're not all dead.

One of the men ducked at the hail of bullets, plinking off the ship's hull and bulkheads... He dropped his Galil and picked up another RPG-7V, firing it at the turret... It slammed into the side and it popped through the armor, its main charge igniting and killing whoever was inside as well as disabling the gun.

Another terrorist, after reloading fired on the other turret, the rocket slammed into the area where the barrel joins the turret face and ignited, blowing off the barrel and igniting the ammunition.


As they carried the wounded diplomat back towards the ship (or other way around), one of the men, who had survived the .50 cal attack, sprayed the area with 7.62x39mm FMJ ammunition, courtesy of his AKM. After his mag went empty, he dropped the AKM and picked up the RPG-7V he had used earlier, his accomplice had reloaded it and so he picked it up... He hesitated a minute before popping over the crates, he set the chevrons onto the dock area where they were about to step, just a few feet from the ship (or whatever), he quickly flipped off the prevent-fire, and squeezed the trigger, a pop resonated in the area and the rocket was en route. His accomplice sat with a two way radio, shouting into it... Apparantly giving orders to someone, someone who hadn't been seen yet.

Three of the men were killed by the machine guns, because the others were smart enough to duck behind crates loaded with enough material to stop the rounds. One lost control of his left arm after a round slammed into his elbow. He still managed to fire with his right hand before the magazine was empty, which then he charged the surviving Hamanistan police. He had an explosive vest on but he didn't make it far, he was still fifty feet away when he was killed. A police round penetrated his jacket and igniting the explosives, splattering the area with ball bearings, bullet casings, and shards of aluminum.

OOC: Wow... you're good. Mind if I declare war on you?

OOC- I'm not technically a nation... But I suppose you could, though I currently reside in a territory of Communist Louisiana... So, you may have a problem there.

OOC- Well, I was going to wait for this... But I might as well do it now.
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The attack wasn't quite over... The man that had been shouting over the radio suddenly received a crackled response... He smiled and shouted something to the other with him, the one that had just fired on the TBD diplomat. He turned around and listened to him yell. He jerked his head down as a bullet ricocheted off of a nearby sheet of metal. As he heard the final words of the report he smiled and hunkered down, he grabbed his AK and shoved in a loaded magazine, he pulled back the charging handle and let if fly forward... He then shoved it over the boxes and opened fire randomly all over to keep their attention aimed towards them...

The other terrorists were doing about the same. Another one had fallen to enemy gunfire and was lying atop a crate, his G-3 lying on the dock below. A rocket whizzed out of nowhere and slammed into the dock near the police presence, it was fired from one of the terrorists, he was out of rocket ammo and grabbed his Makarov pistol, firing off a few rounds before ducking behind crates and staying there...

Amid the gunfire and chaos, even before it had began, two specially trained men who were loyal to the Militant Muslim organisation, had slipped into the water... They had taken explosives hidden underneath one of the docks and fastened them to the bow and stern of the RSS Peace. The explosives were electronically 'tied' via radio to a seemingly harmless fishing troller that had sat vacant for days in the harbor. She wasn't vacant any more as her twin diesels came to life, she quickly circled around before she went full throttle, heading straight for the RSS Peace. She hit about midstern after taking some gunfire from men aboard the ship. That same gunfire killed one of the three men aboard. However, no amount of gunfire could save the men within the Peace as the 1200 pounds of explosives that had been carefully put aboard that troller for days detonated on contact. The same sensor sent a message to the two 200 pound explosive packages fastened to the bow and stern of the mighty ship, detonating both, one just a few feet from the tip of the bow. The other right where the beast's engines would be. Twelve hundred pounds was a lot of explosives and at the position they were at, there had to be a helluva hole in that ship. The two smaller bombs would almost guarantee that the ship would be sunk.

As the explosions sent plumes of water into the air, two terrorists, each having one rocket left for their RPG-7Vs, saddled up their rocket launchers. Reticles were lined up on to the ship and each fired, one went flying towards the hull of the vessel, the other went towards the bridge.

Just after the launch, one of them received two rounds to the face, he fell back, nearly crushing his accomplice who grabbed his AK-74 and opened fire on anyone running around.


Those same divers had also attached ten-pound explosive charges to about six of the main pillars keeping the main dock assembly above water. They personally detonated them via radio controls. The main dock buckled as its support gave way and one terrorist slid into the water. A hail of gunfire hit the water around him and the water was tinged red.

Occ: Dang, should have stayed up a bit longer.

Ic: The police, uniformed and plain clothes were shooting and dieing to the well trained terrorists on the dock, however with re-enforcements arriving by the truck load, the militants were not going to gain any of Hamanistan's soil. The two patrol boats who had escorted the RSS Peace had just entered the fray, when one of the officers noticed the small boat steaming into the RSS Peace. The explosion was so great that the shrapnel from the two ships disabled one of the patrol boats and killed three of its crewmen.

The explosions sent a shockwave through the dock area that blew out the glass of nearby cars, and sending some of the men on and near the dock hurling backwards. Then all of the sudden a giant fireball rose up and engulfed the entire dock, sending the remaining terrorists, police and debris flying into the air, landing in the water.

As the explosion nearly caused a cease in the gunfire, one of the terrorists jumped atop a crate and threw his hands in the air, one clutched a near smoking AKM... He shouted something before shaking violently from a flood of bullets slamming into his chest, he fell backwards and his AKM fired wildly into the sky.

The apparant leader of the group dug around in his heavy jacket and produced a grenade... He fired wildly at the newly arriving reinforcements, and while attracting their attention, had his accomplice toss the now pin-less grenade towards them... It rolled and landed a few feet from one of the surviving vehicles. The accomplice then pulled up a hidden PP-19 Bizon submachine gun and opened fire on the reinforcements. He didn't last long, taking a half dozen rounds to the chest, four to the stomach, two to the arm, and one to the leg, he simply fell forward and rolled down into the water.

Two terrorists remained. The leader finished off the rounds he had in his AKS-74U before tossing it into the water. He glanced around and spotted a G-3 assault rifle, he picked it up and resumed firing... A round slammed into his shoulder and he staggered back a bit... He regained composure and fired off another ten or fifteen round before a bullet hit his cheek and ripped half of his face off... He blindly fired then until he lost consciousness... Dying soon after from a massive loss of blood.

The final terrorist, that was on the dock structure, had been firing continuously from his vantage point atop one of the cargo ships in the dock area. After his leader was killed, their fire was trained on him and he panicked, running into the belly of the cargo ship. He ran through the corridors, trying to find a way to escape. Hatch after hatch was locked or empty until he cranked on one and it opened, revealing seventeen crewmembers of the cargo ship... They were all huddled in there and he smiled. They were unarmed. He weighted the different ideas until two men charged him, he shot both and that pretty much sealed their fate, he had considered using them as leverage to broker his escape... But, he figured... They wouldn't allow him to escape anyways... He opened fire into them. A few attempted to charge him, he killed two of them before having to wrestle with the third. After he got him on the ground he shot him in the face. All seventeen were now dead. He estimated he had mere minutes before their special forces took him out. 'No escape now,' he muttered to himself before running to the rear of the ship. He located the massive fuel reserves and flood valves... He climbed a ladder to the top of the fuel reservoir tank and held unto the top rung, his one hand quickly undid the massive ventilation hatch the led into the tank and he glanced inside, he was quickly overcome by the fumes and nearly passed out... He gagged and stuck his hand into his vest, pulling out a lone grenade. He closed his eyes and pulled the pin with his teeth... He muttered a prayer and tossed the grenade into the tank. He heard a resonating roar before his world went black.... The grenade sparked a massive explosion due the bottled up fumes and the massive amount of fuel inside the tank, the rear half of the tanker detonated into a fairly large fireball...
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Deep beneath the water, the two divers, wearing diving gear they had rented from Hamanistan diving outfitters a few days earlier, waited... They were supposed to have caught a ride with a boat that was supposed to pass by the harbor, but it never came. Therefore, they had only one choice... The two men had noticed the two patrol boats that had entered and that one of them had stopped dead in the water, just after the explosion. They motioned to each other if they had any explosives... Neither of them did. One of them began swimming towards the boat that was disabled and he found a ladder leading up to the deck of the ship and he slowly climbed it up... However, one of the crewmen must've heard him come out of the water because as he looked up, a sailor's face appeared over the edge. The diver reacted and swungs his arm up, gripping the sailor's clothes and let go of the ladder, pulling him into the water... In twenty seconds the diver produced a knife he had had in his suit and cut the man's throat... However, another man aboard the boat opened fire, killing the diver.

The last diver had swam to a dock and pulled himself up onto the dock... He meandered through the labrynth (sp?) of crates before finding one of his dead comrades and his Galil assault rifle... He picked it up... It was empty, he slid the mag out and flipped the man over, finding a loaded magazine covered in blood, he slid it in and pulled the charging handle back. The gun was loaded. He popped his head over the crate and glanced around... The police were now going over their wounded and dead comrades... He put his sights on one and opened fire, sending a dozen rounds searing through the air at him before he opened fire on the other police. A heavy machine gun then erupted, splinters flew off the crate the terrorist was hiding behind as the rounds easily penetrated the empty wooden crate... The terrorist's upper body fell forward onto the crate then slid down, leaving a trail of blood...

Sirens were blaring from all ends of the island, as the final terrorists were killed. The explosion on the cargo ship, which was luckily low on feul, and had no cargo set fire to the nearby warehouses and a tug that was pulling another ship out of the harbor. The remaining police looked around at the carnage before them, bodies were floating on the water, along with oil and bits and peices of the dock.

The sailors onboard the disabled patrol ship began fishing their dead comrade out of the water. But instead of finding the dead sailor, they brought up the dead terrorist. They tossed him on the deck, and began to fish for the sailor once again.

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