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The modified transport craft slid through the water of the vast western sea. Its bow caressing each wave before sliding on down the backside. The captain stared blankly out at the vast expanse of water, almost unseeing.
“20 minutes to target” came the muttered comment of a crewman.

The craft dropped its fin blades into the water, banking sharply. The craft came to a halt and settled onto the water, drifting.

“Target on approach vector.”

“Distance?” asked the Captain.

“300 meters and closing.”

“Drop the package”

“Yes sir.”

A small ball dropped out of the bottom of the craft and sank just below the waves, activating its buoyancy control system to sit six inches down. The craft rose up again and slid off.

The BNV Sol was running flank speed on a training exercise. Its crew of 1,450 were actively running their tasks, looking for a submerged stealth sub that was their target. The destroyer speed up one wave, came down the backside, and blew up. The small package that had been dropped by the craft was a miniature fusion bomb. The bomb instantly expanded to engulf the entire ship then collapsed in on itself, removing the possibility of survivors.

Blargistania National News Network, Special Edition.

A disaster occurred today roughly 230 miles of the coast of Blargistania today. The BNV Sol exploded quite unexpectedly. Damage crews rushed out to the scene but reported no survivors. There are currently 26 dive teams on site attempting to recover and pieces of the wreckage. As of yet there are no clues for the cause or claim for this explosion.

Rembar Frenier clicked off the TV with a smile on his face. The package had been delivered and the game was on. Rembar placed his hat on his head and wlaked out of the small café. He pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial. “Give them our demands” Then he hung up.

The Government of Blargistania has been issued the following demands:
1. Begin massive movements towards privatizing commerce.
2. Remove the socialist government, replace it with a conservative, capitalistic one
3. Stand down all military forces at once in all foreign lands
4. withdraw all alliances with leftist nations.

If these demands are not met, then more attacks will follow. An attack will be launched each week against a target of our choosing until our demands have been addressed.


OOC: This is an open RP about a revolutionary movement within Blargistania. Feel free to pick up a character and put them in, attempt to influence the outcome, or putyour two cents in. I'm also looking for a nation who wants to host/RP as the terrorists/revolutionaries.

bump. The story continues tomorrow, I'm off to bed.

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okay, my forums were down. More later tonight when I get around to writing it.

The Military Directive Board met in a small conference chamber inside the government complex of Red Dawn, Blargistania’s capital city. They had much to discuss. The new threat from the terrorist was something that had not been seen since the collective Fist had taken over the region. General Valenkov, Waters, and Owens were present, as well as Admirals Jones Benly and Paull. They sat at a semi-circular table with a large briefing screen heading up the room. The screen was muted, for now, but it played continual news from BNN, stocks ran underneath the stories.

“What the hell are we up against?” asked Valenkov, the oldest of the group. He now held the title of Secretary of Defense and it had begun to weigh heavily on him.

“We’re not entirely sure. It seems to be a terrorist group. But they’re not religiously motivated, or motivated by cash. They want to re-introduction of capitalism. Admiral Paull said. He un-muted the TV.

Thanks for tuning in with us today. I’m Janet Geldman and this is BNN, the Blargistanian National News Network. The government is still attempting to decipher what it exactly is that the terrorists responsible for the bombing of the BNV Sol want. The obvious claims are a return to capitalism, as presented in the demands that were broadcast across open band transmission lines. However, the government thinks that there is an ulterior motive to these attacks and are currently probing for information. There is a 10 million Gahandastarian Dinar reward for information leading to the arrest of any terrorists involved. A bounty has also been put out for 50 million, dead or alive.

Paull muted the TV again. “Well, that’s what the media says.”

Waters spoke up this time. “Why would they make these demands, everyone here knows that the ever since the Fist came in and government was set as socialist, our country has done nothing but prosper.”

“You’re delusional.” Snorted Benly. “You know that there has always been a conservative faction of the people’s congress. They always lobby for a return to free business claiming it for the good of the people. They always get shot down of course, but they’re there, and they’re vocal.

“That’s becoming less and less true” Owens said. “They’ve been developing a stronger voice. Even if most people think that they’re extremists.”

“Besides, they all know that if they launched an attack like this, their party would collapse on itself. People would stop voting for them because it would seem that they use terrorism to get their point across.” Said Benly.

“Could we be dealing with an outside threat then?” Asked Valenkov.

“No sign of that yet.” Jones responded. “We have not had a nation claim any responsibility for it, or and outside group.”

“So its internal then”

“It would appear to be so.”

Valenkov sighed. “Contact Helnv I suppose we should tell him to put his ghosts out on watch.”

“Is that really necessary?” Asked Benly. “I mean ghosts, that’s a bit extreme isn’t it.”

“The situation demands it” Valenkov retorted. “We’ve got a national crises on our hands and we need to respond accordingly. If we don’t want martial law, this is how its going to happen.”

“Valenkov, you know the ghosts. You used to train them. They themselves are extremists. Once unleashed, they’re hard to reign in again. Especially once they smell blood. And word has it that the ghosts are just yipping at their cages to get out and hunt.”

“They’re going to be released Benly. That is the consensus of this council.” The other generals and admirals nodded their agreement.

“Fine” Said Benly, “But I still don’t like it.”

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Alexi Helnev smiled when he saw the order come through. It was time to release his ghosts.

The ghosts had been a government project for years. However, most people knew about the project by now and knew the ghosts should be feared. However, the only time they were ever deployed was in foreign matters. The ghosts had never been used for domestic issues before.

“Ghosts! Assemble to me.” He called.

Silently, the few hundred commanders of the ghost squadrons clustered around Alexi in the middle of the room.

“As you all have felt, Blargistania has come under attack from a terrorist organization. We do not know who they are, what they really want, where they are based out of, or who their operators are. That is your task. I want you to disappear and find out these things. You are given strict orders from now on. You will not kill, you will not harm. You remain silent, unseen, unheard. You will find out as much as you can about this organization. You will infiltrate them. You will bring back the information. You will not fail. Go.”

The ghosts faded from sight as they activated the personal cloaking they were all equipped with. Alexi smiled. It was time to move. He called up his personal command, given the designation Wraith. They were the elite of the elite. They had never failed, they would never fail.
* * *
Rembar Frenier sat smoking a cigarette in his home, just outside of Red Dawn. His wife was out shopping for some drapes and his kids were at school for the day. Rembar had taken the day off, claiming it as a “sick day”. In reality, he wanted to watch the chaos of his next attack. Rembar stood and walked to the large window overlooking the city. He paced a few times muttering to himself. He did this often now, talking with himself. He felt it kept him sane. As he watched, a large tongue of flame lept upwards from the city. Smoke began to rise upwards from the site. Rembar smiled and picked up his phone. He dialed the same speed dial number as before. “Give them our demands once again.” He hung up. God it was good to be in control.

1. Begin massive movements towards privatizing commerce.
2. Remove the socialist government, replace it with a conservative, capitalistic one
3. Stand down all military forces at once in all foreign lands
4. withdraw all alliances with leftist nations.

If these demands are not met, then more attacks will follow. An attack will be launched each week against a target of our choosing until our demands have been addressed.


Rembar returned to the couch and flipped on the news.

This is BNN, terror has struck again. The police headquarters within the City of Red Dawn has been bombed. Damage reports so far indicate that it was a massive car bomb concealed near the front of the station. Authorities indicate that there are no signs of survivors. This is the second attack by the terrorist group which has no identified itself as the Old Guard. No members of this group are known. The Police station has been, by all reports, completely destroyed. There were 100 on duty officers in the station at the time. Further updates will be broadcast as we receive more information.
* * *
Hamion sighed and turned off the TV in the Presidential suite. He sat heavily in the chair and weighed his options. There were not many. This Old Guard was going to be troublesome and he was not sure that even the ghosts would be able to prevent it. Pilot certainly wouldn’t, one man could not hold down the fray anywhere near as well as the ghosts. That really left him only one option. He called up Ravi Jalenko, his Secretary of the Interior. “Ravi, its Aleczander. We don’t have any more options at this point. I need you to round up all capitalists and conservatives with known fundamentalist views. Bring them in for questioning, then let them go, but do it under observation.”

“I understand Alec, but is that really necessary? I mean, it could be seen in many parts of the world as a crusade against capitalism. You know how the capitalist nations would respond.”

“I know, I know. But I’m afraid we don’t have an option. This group is calling for capitalism. We have no choice but to round up capitalists if we want to gain information. Besides, the world’s tolerant, I’m sure we can issue an apology later.”

“Okay Alec. Its your call. I’ll issue the XO and set up a press conference to try to explain it.”

“Leave the conference until after the actions are done. We don’t want any potential informants hiding.”

“Yes Alec.”

“Let’s do this as painlessly as possible. I really don’t like it, but we need to stop the insurrection.”

“I’ll try.”


OOC: ok, this is where it might get confusing. Keep in mind that I am essentially tellling a story so I an RPing as all characters involved. I trust you'll all be able to figure out what character is doing what by the names and actions. Feedback is also appreciated.

I'm going on a trip for the next 8 days. I'll post again when I get back.

James Malcolm struggled against the police as they hauled him into the station for questioning. “You have no right to do this to me. I know my rights. I’ve read the constitution!”

The officer looked at James and sneered. “You have no rights at all right now. You’re a known fundamentalist conservative.”

Several hours later, James was huddled in a cell of the local police station. Security had been tightened noticeably since the bombing of the capital’s police station. Now there were several checkpoints which all people had to pass through. All weapons were left in lockers and a thorough scan was done to check for any smuggled materials. James had gone through this process and was now left with a prisoner’s uniform and an empty cell.

Two burly guards walked into the cell and yanked James to his feet. They dragged him down to the interrogation room. James offered no resistance. He dragged along the floor as the guards hauled him through the building. As they dumped him unceremoniously into the chair, he slumped forward, string blankly into the table. An interrogation officer stepped into the room and leaned against the wall. He stared at James for a moment before starting.

“What do you know about the old guard?”

James continued to stare at the table.

“Speak.”

James stared.

The officer sighed. “I can make this hard or easy for you. Either you answer my questions and we get this over with or we sit here. I can leave at any time. You, on the other hand, have to stay here.”

“I know nothing.”

“What?”

“I know nothing of this old guard. I know nothing of the terrorist movement. I know nothing of the insurrectionists. I know nothing of why I am here. I want free business and that is all. Why am I here?”

“You are here because of your views. They coincide with the views of the movement. That is why you are here. Of course, we cannot let you go until your statements have been proven.”

James resumed staring at the table.

Two days later, James was released on lack of evidence against him and lack of any conspiracy involving him. James walked out of the compound in his original clothes. As James walked away from the compound a man fell into step with him. He was of middle height. Nondescript seemed to fit him in every way. “Want in?” was all he asked.

James took a hard look at the man. He followed the man to his car.

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Sarah finished her sweep of the building and moved on. “Nothing here” She reported in. The warehouse was empty. The evening sun slanted through the windows and cast dusty beams upon the ground. Dust motes swirled here and there, shifting around huge stacks of crates. The only movement that gave Sarah away was the slight shifting the scenery took around the fringes of her body when she moved. The active camouflage was nearly perfect, but that shift was the one thing that could not be removed. As Sarah took one last glance around the warehouse, she deactivated her camo. Slowly, she faded into view. Not much was distinguishable because of the equipment she carried. All that was really visible was the fact that she was tall, strong, and defiantly a woman.

Sarah turned and walked out of the building. As she exited, she felt a gun go up against her head. “Don’t move, ghost” The voice almost spat the last word. “Don’t try anything; there are at least 10 snipers with a bead on you. We know about your skills.” Sarah froze, staring straight ahead. “You will come with us.” The voice said. “You will make no calls for help. You will make no noise. You will make no transmissions. You understand?” She felt a hand reach up and switch off the camera all ghosts carried to record their movements.

“Yes, I . . .” Sarah began

“No talking! Nod yes or no.”

Sarah nodded. She felt two pairs of arms moving around her body. They took her rifle, her sidearm, her grenades, her knife, her flashlight. Anything that could remotely be used as a weapon, they took. She felt herself nudged and she began to walk in the direction they had pushed her in. A gun was at the small of her back, and, as far as she knew, the snipers were still watching her.

A car drove around the side of the building and she was pushed into it. It wasn’t the archetypical black government or secret force car. It wasn’t the vans that terrorists usually chose. It was a normal looking sedan. A Chrysler, it looked like. Wouldn’t even be noticed. The car started to move. Sarah turned to look at her attackers, she was rewarded with a slap. The man had a mask on, but even so, the message was obvious. Don’t try and find out who we are. The car moved on into the night.
* * *

Just as Sarah had done, other ghosts were finishing up their sweeps. A few weapons caches had been found. One or two maps. But, not a single member of the Old Guard had been found, suspected, or even identified. As Alexi received the reports, he grew more and more frustrated. All right, so one or two plans had been removed, but the organization was still intact and no members had yet been identified. Alex lowered his rifle and stared blankly around his district. Lower downtown Red Dawn. It was early morning and the streets held marginal traffic. His team had made a sweep of the business district and ended up here, at a local park. As he rested against a rock, he chanced to overhear two of his team members idly chatting.

“This is madness. There is nothing here and we all know it.”

“Yeah, but we’ve been commanded to perform the search anyway.”

“The guard would never attack here, its too visible.”

“Well, where do you think they would attack.”

“I would think they would go after the military areas. After all, if the military is paralyzed, then no effective response could be taken.”

“Assassination you think?”

“Possibly.”
“What makes you think that?”

The other voice fell silent. After a moment or two, it spoke up again. “I dunno. Lets call it a hunch.”

“Heh, you and your hunches” The other remarked. “Lets go get some food, I’m famished.”

Alexi herd them walk off together. He clicked his comm. unit twice. The ghosts knew their sweep for the night was over. Alexi picked his rifle up off the grass and walked around the rock, following the two ghosts he had just overhead. Hunch or no hunch, Alexi thought he may have found a member of the guard.
* * *

The note came in shortly after midnight that same night. Sarah had not reported in and it had been noted at command. A team had been sent out to look around her search region, but had found nothing. Then the note came. It was brief, but it spoke volumes.

We have your ghost. Stop searching, it will accomplish nothing. You have the demands