NationStates Jolt Archive

Thomas Gunther got up from the table after a hearty breakfast and walked over to the TV room, making himself comfortable on the couch. After buttoning his sleeves, he reached down for the remote control by his feet and turned the monitor on. Showing little interest in the local news' traffic report, he began to tighten his tie but was struck with suprise with the announcement of nerve gas released at Wolfwood University instantly killing over 180 students inside the Law School building while the bodies of 5 others were found collapsed near their vehicles at the building's parking lot. Thomas sat there stunned, that was the same university that his daughter had recently joined. Circulum's populace was staggered with it's first official terrorist attack, while the government restlessly tracked down the ones responsible for the carnage.

Meanwhile in an abandoned military facility, the young man grinned with the news and got up from the stool while the packaged bodies were aired being shipped to ambulances. He walked over to his desk and picked up the phone slipping a cigarrete between his lips, feeling his pockets empty he glanced about trying to look for his lighter. But the other side answered the call, the young man held the back of his neck and spoke "It's going as planned." He blinked twice with the reply given to him then sat on the desk, his other hand reaching for his handgun and caressed it softly. "Will do." He hung up and glanced up at the door as a soldier dressed in a urban camu uniform. "Agent Vincent was lost in the attack, Sir." The young man frowned having a sudden loss of strength then sent the soldier away logging on to his computer.

The Prime Minister frowned at the intel briefing, before summoning his security council. Within a few minutes they had developed their initial responce, ordering the Gabaldon Task Force to sail to within helicopter launch range of Circulum to be ready to render aid.

MINISTRY OF STATE WIRE

The Commonwealth of McQuaide condemns in the strongest possible language this attack against innocents, and calls upon all freedom loving nations to join in condemning this deplorable attack.

The Commonwealth would like to offer its full support in helping Circulum recover from this attack and bring the guilty terrorists to justice. The 1st McQuaide Marine Expeditionary Force is sailing towards you as we speak, ready to offer any assistance requested.

May your God or Gods be with you and your people at this time of need.

Far off, a satellite from the Ion Nebula M88 intercepts the news of a terrorist attack in Circulum. The Fuhrer rises,"Mmmm.. I smell either capitalist conspiracy.. or communists trying to test something... Aid, tell Niklas Reuchkeff, since he's on the terran planet, to get his polizei team ready and go and investigate for himself."

Upon that, several hours later a large Lukal P30 combat and transport helicopter with the R.S.H.A. Polizei logo branded to the side lands in the parking lot outside of Wolfwood University. A tall man wearing a designer suit steps out, his badge hanging from his pocket displaying his agent number and a swastika steps out, followed by a group of ten men. Each of the mean appear to have communicatin ear-pieces and wear a strange alteration of terran urban camioflouge (Sp?). As he approaches one of the Circulum police officers, he simply walks past the stunned officers. Pulling white gloves from his pockets he steps inside the building after placing a small advanced gas mask over his maw and nostrils. The polizei squad stands at the door gaurding it and keeping people from inside till Agent Reuchkeff has completed his inspection. The lone agent pulls a small machine from his pants pocket. Pressing a button it begins to scan the air for trace particles of the air. A soft smirk cross his lips as he utter softly,"GH-90 Nerve Gas.."
The agent steps from the building walking to a young terran that appears to be the head of the investigation. Niklas extends his hand in a friendly gesture,"Names Niklas. I'm here from the planet Der Auftrag and I'm running an investigation of my own here. It appears that the nerve gas that seems to have plagued this university is known as GH-90. It's a natural gas that is given off by Novic plants, a cousin to the comman terran rose. The seeds of these planets when ground and liquified then vaporised and placed in highly concetrated amounts cause endforphines in the brain to flow freely putting a person in a form of epaleptic shock, without the visable symptoms. They simply fall over dead after a traumatic anyrism. Sorry for coming here and bombarding your investigation but it was a direct order from Mein Fuhrer. If you wish to discuss if, please contact Reich Security Head Office. I assure you, we are here on friendly terms and are planning on helping you." At this the agent excuses himself, him and his squad walking back and boarding the Lukal aircraft and pulling out what appears to be the structure of a large tent. The squad sets up the tent as a younge blonde haired woman wearing an entirely white blouse and short nearly knee-length skirt steps from the aircraft. She steps under the tent as Niklas hands her a vila of the GH-90 air particles from the university.
"I'll run tests on this," replies the woman.
"I'm sure you will Julia..." Nikals smiles, gently tapping her bottom as she promtply jumps, blushing brightly, not attempting to slap him. She merely shakes her head, smiling softly as he walks off...

Being in great need the nation of Circulum thanks the received international support received so far and gives freedom to the foreign task forces for them to conduct their investigations at ease.

The United Federation of Big Long Now extends their condolences to Circulum for their loss of life and security. We have prepared a $1 billion donation towards the cost of the funerals of the students killed, and to help the costs of repairing what was damaged.

Update:

Three hours had passed since the incident, while most of the nation remained at home and closed their shops. A blonde young man stepped out of the airport, blue eyes glanced up at the towering skyscrapers. Adjusting his black leather trenchcoat he waved to a cab and got inside, seating down and placing a suitcase on his lap. "Where to?" The driver asked, driving off to the airport's exit. "I dunno." He slipped a cigarrete between his lips and lit it's tip, leaning his head back slightly he took a drag. Sighing softly he finally replied "Take me to downtown, before all the restaurants close." The young man glanced down at his suitcase, a smirk growing on his lips.

The United Federation of Big Long Now extends their condolences to Circulum for their loss of life and security. We have prepared a $1 billion donation towards the cost of the funerals of the students killed, and to help the costs of repairing what was damaged.

Your sympathy is appreciated.

With free reign to operate within Circulum borders, Vice Admiral Ellie Fitzgerald was authorized to launch a Marine detatchment to Wolfwood University. Several CH-53E and MH-47D helicopters landed in a clearing one mile away from the city, alowing the Marines to establish a secure base of operations to work from. Two companies of Marine infantry were to provide security for the base, and provide escorts for intelligence units going into the city.

As soon as his command post was established, Lt. Col. Sean McGowan led a small convoy of three M1114 HMMWVs onto the Wolfwood campus, driving them up to the perimeter of the Der Auftrag position. The Colonel dismounted and approached a sentry, offering a grim smile.

"Good to see others interested in helping out. My name's Colonel McGowan, of the Commonwealth of McQuaide Marine Corps. I'd like to speak to your CO."

EDIT: Because of the obviously toxic nature of the attack on the campus, all CMMC units, including the Lt. Col's detatchment, are wearing full NBC exposure suits. The Marines at the outpost outside of town are equipped with the suits, but do not wear them unless an alert is sounded.

Julia begins testing. She places the nerve gas in a small box with a mouse as the mouse quickly dies. On the opposite side of the tent, one of the aids does a projected path of the GH-90. With a startled look he rises,"Dr. Maynard! Agent Reuchkeff! Come quick!" Julia simply pivots as NIklas comes running. They both stare in awe upon the computer screen as it projects the nerve agent heading towards the near by town.
Niklas runs to the police cheif,"Get everyone out of Rhodesville! Do it now!"
He runs back,"Julia, what would be the outcome if we don't evacuate that town?"
She replies,"It would appear that the entire populace would die within.... an hour? And hour and a half at most. It seems to be travelling on high altitude winds. It will quickly decompose if the model is right. Its life-span is only 24 hours. And it was released here," she lifts up a piece of paper,"Six hours ago."
"So there's still alot of time to infect all outlying towns?"
"Correct."
Secret:
Niklas quickly leans up from hunching,"Aid... Go into command prompt type this: deltree. Hit enter and hit Y."
"But sir tha-"
"Just do it!"
Julia looks at Niklas,"What are you doin that woul-" Before she gets a sentance out a polizei officer loops his arm around her, placing a clothe soaked with clorophorm over her mouth and nostril, her form falling unconcious.
Niklas says,"Get out of here, report back to here in three hours."
Niklas proceeds to step away as the squad loads the tent and equipment on the Lukal and promptly leave.
:End Secret
Niklas approaches the head of the investigation,"Sir, we have a bit of a problem. It appears that this is a mutated strain of the NH-90 gas. It appears to also have a biological agent in its strains. I'am hereby releaving the nation of Circulum from this investigation. It is only for your protection. Now, would you kindly remove all populace from this campus."
A stern look crosses Niklas' visage...

Three Hours Later:

Niklas watches as three heavily armed officers of the R.S.H.A. stop Lt. Colonel McGowan outside of the perimter.

Gaurd: Sir, this area has been releaved from Circulum control. If you would kindly re-

Niklas steps up behind the gaurd, applying pressure to hsi shoulder as the gaurd stands at ready, ceasing to speak,"Col. We see that you have been able to detach Marines here... But I'm afraid that this area has been placed under R.S.H.A. control. It is to be quarentined then dealed with."

Upon this, from small orbs all about the perimeter of the campus. long thin almost wire like frames launch out all connecting at the peak above the university. A transluscent lavender shield quickly envelopes the school.

Niklas smiles lightly,"Now, if you would wish to enter this now military control area. You can contact the Fuhrer or come with less than a squad of Marines... You can either do that, or not come inside. If you have any problems with this, discuss it with Josef Klinerike, head of R.S.H.A." He turns as the quarentine bubble opens around him, then quickly seals back behind him.

Secret:
[code:1:fb96ba7274]To: Fuhrer Reinhard Heydrich
From: Agent Reuchkeff

Mein Fuhrer, the university has been under quarentine as you have requested. All authorities have been removed from campus along with all of the populace and students. It appears that a Terran Marine Coop. was granted permission to enter but that was before we took control. Thus we are not allowing them access until we settle things further. Julia has prepared the Schuldige biological agent strand in the sizemic charges and they are being distributed about the university. The prisioners are being held in the cafeteria in the school. I will send a report when you are ready.

Sincerely,
Niklas[/code:1:fb96ba7274]

Edit: Same; All three Tracer squads, agents, and doctors on campus are wearing advanced biological protection suits made by BioTech Ind. Sorry for not adding this earlier.

The young man stepped out of the taxi and glanced at the bank in front of him. Taking a good look around he swinged his suitcase over his shoulder and rested it at his back. Whistling softly, he walked up the steps and entered the bank glancing about the entrance hall. The terrorist attack for obvious reasons increased security but he passed with no problems. He took a seat waiting for his turn and five minutes later he was called by name over to an attendant's desk. "Hello. I'd like to deposit this money into my savings account, if possible please." He turned the suitcase over to the woman and opened the latches, the suitcase snapped open revealing over 50 million USD in Circulum currency. The woman was indeed caught by suprise, with a shaky hand she started to count the money in front of him. He smiled in appreciation and rested an elbow at the back of his chair staring at the busy bank people.
After the money was counted, the senior attended walked over to inspect the money, with a nod of his head he walked off. The blonde male spoke "We're done then?" The female attendant nodded as well, standing up she shook the young man's hand and watched him leave. She noticed an odd air about him. He yawned softly, shielded his eyes with the back of his hand. Feeling his stomach tremble, he spotted a little restaurant at the corner and went inside, he found himself staring at the menu placed at the wall.

In the nearby town of Rodesville, three large armoured vehicles from Der Auftrag drive down mainstreet, followed by a fourth Tracer squad of 20 Tracers all armed with auto-plasma rifles. One of the men steps to the man at the restaurant. The Tracer tightly grabs his arm,"Sir we are randomly inspecting individuals for the terrorist attack. Please come with us without struggle sir.
The Tracer leads him to the last armoured vehicle, confiscating his briefcase and palcing it in the second armourd vehilce after handcuffing the gentlemen and closing the door of the large vehicle, which seals shut.
Inside of the vehicle are atleast 15 other arrested persons. They hear over the megaphone on the outside of the vehilce this anouncment: All of the populace of Rhodesville please pack one suitcase and take the safeest route from town. Please evacuate from a fifty mile minimum away.

These armoured vehicles after finishing their route drive back to home-base at Wolfwood University. Niklas sits down in a trailor with the gentlemen with the briefcase. Before Niklas on the table it sits. He reaches up and flips it open, noticing it is empty,"Sir, sorry for the inconveinece (sp?) but we are now tracing your where-abouts for the past 4 months and getting alist of everyone you called and all sites you accessed on the internet. I have a question. Why were you in the small town of Rhodesville wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase? I mean, it looks funny to me but, did you come from a dinner, and even then why would you have your briefcase? The town of Rhodesville is a prosperous farming community, not exactly NYC stock-market paradise."

In the nearby town of Rodesville, three large armoured vehicles from Der Auftrag drive down mainstreet, followed by a fourth Tracer squad of 20 Tracers all armed with auto-plasma rifles. One of the men steps to the man at the restaurant. The Tracer tightly grabs his arm,"Sir we are randomly inspecting individuals for the terrorist attack. Please come with us without struggle sir.
The Tracer leads him to the last armoured vehicle, confiscating his briefcase and palcing it in the second armourd vehilce after handcuffing the gentlemen and closing the door of the large vehicle, which seals shut.
Inside of the vehicle are atleast 15 other arrested persons. They hear over the megaphone on the outside of the vehilce this anouncment: All of the populace of Rhodesville please pack one suitcase and take the safeest route from town. Please evacuate from a fifty mile minimum away.

These armoured vehicles after finishing their route drive back to home-base at Wolfwood University. Niklas sits down in a trailor with the gentlemen with the briefcase. Before Niklas on the table it sits. He reaches up and flips it open, noticing it is empty,"Sir, sorry for the inconveinece (sp?) but we are now tracing your where-abouts for the past 4 months and getting alist of everyone you called and all sites you accessed on the internet. I have a question. Why were you in the small town of Rhodesville wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase? I mean, it looks funny to me but, did you come from a dinner, and even then why would you have your briefcase? The town of Rhodesville is a prosperous farming community, not exactly NYC stock-market paradise."

Lt. Col. McGowan knew when he was out-gunned. If these guys had energy barriers to block off an entire campus, they could secure the area without his direct support. His mission was to assist the Circulum people, anyhow. But there was something nagging at the back of his head.

Vietnam. The Commonwealth of McQuaide was then the Soviet Republic of Georgia, and he had been an eager young Russian Naval Infantry petty officer with a knack for operating a scoped sniper rifle. He had been sent to North Vietnam to train Ho Chi Minh's finest snipers and sappers, although he learned almost as much from them as they from him. He had been in Hanoi when the bombers first struck the city, had seen the awesome and terrible power of laser guided bombing, electronic jamming...

He had that same feeling here, that something was looming overhead, just over his shoulder. He couldn't see it, but it felt like it was going to strike.

McQuaide spoke from behind his breather hood, his voice sounding even more hollow and deep than usual-

"I can see you have the perimeter secured. However, I am sure there is something that my men can do. I've landed a reinforced battalion, my intelligence shop is set up, as are my NBC recon vehicles. Is there anything my men can do, or shall we commence assisting the civilians in the area?"

No matter the responce he recieves from Niklas, McGowan was already drafting the encoded message to the Vice Admiral. He had contacts in the newly formed Special Forces Command, and wanted to have some backup brought in.

Niklas smirks lightly, watching as a large forboding Scimitar warship deactivates its cloak. The enourmous ship loomes over the Terran marine forces platoons. A large cry echoes as the ship touches the field. The large ship loomes high over the treetops, able to be seen for hundreds of miles. Before the ship a haze crackling is visable as Fuhrer Reinhard and two Tracer Squads (around fifty people) manifest from appearently thin air. These two Tracer squads were merely one of several... Mayber more that loomed on the large warship capable of flattening entire armies with single blows. "Lt. Col. McGowan, I'd like you to meet mein Fuhrer."

At this Niklas gives a hard Seig Heil as Fuhrer Reinhard and his elite Waffen-SS approach, passing the shocked Marine squadrons. Reinhard taps the Lt's shoulder awaiting his response as four more Waffen-SS platoons appear in the field, forming a 5 mile peremiter around the school. Each of the uber soldat's armed with an arsenal of a rapid firing S.H.M.R., precusion grendaes, and several otherworld weapons.

"Niklas, so this is the Terran Lt. you told me of? He was as tou described..."

OOC: Sorry for the double post btw. v.v

OOC: Wasn't expecting to be working with future tech, so I'll finish this thread for the good of the RP, but all in all this is going to go down in the 'Bad Dreams of an Overworked Lieutenant Colonel" file, rather than something happening in the realm of my McQuaide's timeline... We're still back in the days of Mars probes crashing 50% of the time, and the best space vehicle being a 30 year old design of an unarmed shuttle.

All Russians hate Nazis. Although there are very few absolute truths in sociology, the preceeding statement comes as close to being true as possible. McGowan's father had fought at Stalingrad, had starved at Stalingrad, and had returned from Stalingrad a cold, changed man. His father had marched into the streets of Berlin and bayonetted women and children because of an earnest desire to wipe the planet of the German monstrosity. Thus, his father would have killed McGowan for what he was about to do.

McGowan, without showing even a glimmer of the simmering hatred about to boil over within him, snapped a perfect western salute, his hand and forearm forming a nearly perfect blade, middle finger mere milimeters from his greying brow. He lowered the salute of the leader sharply, satisfied that he had showed the proper respect to a state leader.

"Lieutenant Colonel, actually. Not Lieutenant. Lieutenant Colonel McGowan, of the Commonwealth of McQuaide Marine Corps 1st Expeditionary Brigade. We are here with the permission of the Circulum Government to assist in the recovery operation, and to provide assistance in discovering the perpetrators of this crime. My government would like to know how you plan to proceed, sir."

He had barely succeded in keeping the contempt for the neo-neo-nazis out of speech, maintaining a professional cool on the outside as he seethed on the inside.

Smiles lightly at the salute, nodding,"I see atleast some Russians have respect..." A soft malignant barely noticed grin crosses his lips...

"Ah, my apologize Lt. Col. McGowan. Niklas has some problems with foreign officials and tends to down grade them. Now please walk with me."

Reinhard begins walking with Lt. Col. McGowan,"Our plans are to find the person who did this and punish them. As for the quarentine, my best specialist Julia seems to have found a rare mutation in the nerve gas. I know, you're thinking: Nerve gases aren't organic, thus they can't mutate. -- Well GH-90 is organic. It's made from seeds of the Novic flower. Thus it can mutate. It seems this outbreak has. Thus we are quarentining the area and setting up a parimiter so we will not be interfered with by Circulum officials or anyother neusiences (sp?) that may pop up," A soft unheard chuckle echos within Reinhard bio-suit...
"I'am glad to see that I'm not the only one concerned with this outrage. But sir, we do not need your help with anything.... Well, I take that back.. We do need your help in making sure everyone is out of Rhodesville. Oh and Lt. Col... I'm not implying you are planning anything... But my Waffen-SS storm-trooper uber soldats are ordered to shoot anyone attempting to enter the dome without permission... They seem to be trigger happy...especially against Terran population. I will be staying here over-seeing the investigation. Now, for the fun part, do you have any questions?"

McGowan saw a thousand fantasies flash before his eyes as he glanced at Reinhard. He could draw his sidearm, and snap off severa rounds at the leader's torso... Or draw, press the muzzle into the leader's neck joint of his suite, or draw his fighting blade from its concealed sheath in his sleeve and simply start slashing and stabbing in a fit of 65 years of pent-up, genetically carried hatred and rage. Even if he succeeded, though, his homeland, now called the Commonwealth of McQuaide, would be leveled into some sick Nazi radioactive parking lot. Personal revenge was not worth another genocide.

"No, no questions, sir. I will begin dispatching my infantry units into the unsecured zones of the city, and into our field hospital. We will leave your men to their work, and monitor the situation along with the Circulum government. Good luck in finding the perpetrators of this, sir."

He contemplated his options. Whatever he could do, he reasoned, he could not do it here. Not here, and not without orders, an Infiltration-Raid platoon, and the grace of God. McQuaide dismissed himself, returned to the CMMC encampment, and hand-encoded a message to the Vice Admiral.

"Far superior force,designated Der Auftrag, high technology, space-faring, has landed within the city. Estimate several battalions with armor support are in city. Energy shield in place over campus. Meeting with national leader suggests secrecy, possible complicity in plot or plans beyond simply assisting in investigation. Request immediate dispatch of following units:

Urban Infiltration and Raid Company, 23rd Light Infantry Brigade
'A' Company, Force Reconaissance Battalion
'A' Company, Fleet Anti-Terrorism Security Team

"Barring dispatch of these units and authorization to commence aggressive investigation of Der Auftrag activities within city, request termination of relief operations as soon as city evacuated."

OOC: I g2g. I'll be back in a few.

OOC: Must call it a night here. My RP-ability is suffering, and I will be a zombie tomorrow at work without some shuteye. Take any *reasonable* liberties you need to with my presence, I'll be back online tomorrow, most probably to have the national authorities pull the operation out of the country. Sorry, it's what little people like us do when we're outgunned. Anyways, McQuaide doesn't even belong in a future-tech timeline.

Secret:
Upon entering the shield he snarls,"I want four Waffen-SS brigades unloaded from my Scimitar!" Upon that four 'brigades' manifest in the field. In each 'brigade' are four hundred troops. All together 1,600 men in just that Megal (four brigades). Not counting the other Megals that litter the surrounding areas. Upon the Lt. Col. departer three more already landed Scimitars deactivate their cloaks.

Reinhard: I suspect he's planning on raiding this area, thus we must test the Schuldige in Terran enviroment now.

Nikal: Yes sir. Aid! Arm the Schuldige releases in the univeristy.

Aid: Armed sir.

Reinhard: ...Release the agent.

Upon that command a great luminescent aura flashes within the uniersity as the releases explode. The biological agent immediatly infects the fifty 'political criminals' in the cafeteria. Their circulatory system begins to fail as their hemogloben count suddenly plumit. Yet somehow their blood pressure rises. Respritory failure comences as the diaphrams of the prisoners lock up, crushing their lungs in unicen as endorphines flood their cerebral cortex placing each person into epaleptic shock. The prisoners bodies quickly flail about twitching, the seizures causing them to break their own necks or spinal collums before their nervous system fails. As their nerves cease to function their fluids leak from random orifices. Urine begins soaking the cafeteria along with a thick plume of misted vermillion essence. Suddenly the cadavers cease flailing as their brains suffer from multiple anyrisms their bodies completley failed and the majority of their skeletal system broken into ivory shards. Each criminal suffered an agonising death...

A small sqaud runs in wearing bio-chem suits and holding Thaloron Rifles. They precisly aim at the stinking carrion firing as thaloron radiation plumes from the barrel of each rifle, completely evaporating the bodies and the fluids in the cafe`. Leaving no trace what-so-ever that any corpses were there. Also, this squad places dust bombs in several strategic locations. The squad leaves the building as a different squad completely deactivates the shiel picking up every transformer. By this time the random prisoners from Rhodesville have been taken home and have absolutly no memory of what occured due to neurological shocks that were implemented during their imprisionment. Reinhard, havign already boarded his Scimtar watches as the entire campus is evacuated. Cloaks on the warships become active as they leave the terra-firma of the Terran enviroment.

Reinhard: Detonate the bombs...

A loud eruption floods the campus as incinerating dust plumes out vaporizing anything it comes incontact with, including the bombs leaving no evidence of sabotage by the Oberst Reich. The Fuhrer watches as the campus rises in flames before the Scimtar sqaudron leaves the atmosphere... No trace of the Der Auftrag R.S.H.A. left...

[code:1:dee0f0d8c5]To: Circulum & McQuaide
From: R.S.H.A.

Due to another terrorist attack while the shields were down for maintinence, the investigation has been closed. We do suspect however that the GH-90 nerve gas was released by a Circulum terrorist organization with links to high ranking military personal. We are glad to have helped your nations and perhaps we may form an alliance from this.

Sincerly,
Josef Klinerike, Head of R.S.H.A.[/code:1:dee0f0d8c5]