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OOC:
This has everything to do with this. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=340137 Feel free to join in.

IC:
The Holy Panooly Fuhrer has signed a new law which makes genocide easier. It's a long thing to read but the bottomline is that the government decides who investigates certain assassinations, robberies and 'acts of terrorism'. With that he means the rebels who tried to kill General Keller but failed. Also, this was an obvious set-up from the government and even General Keller knew of it. But, like always the publical opinion raised in favour of the ruling elite since they blamed the rebels and other 'vile scum in the south', 'wildmen', 'deranged hermits'...

In Holy Panooly there's still a quite large communist group, active in politics. Although the Democratic Socialists condemn their party and don't want to have anything to do with them they have some followers in factories and on the docks. It was time to set another example. One of the most wicked members of the SS, Mr Tarver was given the assignment to dismember the whole communist party, by any means necessary.

The same night a small army of HP police officers, SS and SF (Storm Force) went into the Communist headquarters and left nothing alive in there. The place was sealed off and burned to cover up all the evidence. Everyone knows the government was behind it but believing the fairytales of propaganda gives you a lot less to worry about. Especially your life. On that night 205 people were brutally killed.

Now that one group of trouble makers was out of the way the government could relax and have a cold one. The rebels would never ever risk having a city warfare and the military wasn't very keen on fighting them in the jungle. So in fact, it was a stalemate now.

People who were suspected of supporting communists were thrown in jail and tortured. Others were executed. In the last cleansing of 'unwanted elements' the government rid itself from at least 2034 people. Women and children not included...

Ivan had another meeting with Judd...


But Judd, we have to do something about this!
Can't we like recruit alive communists for our group and then hit and strike government buildings?
There needs to be something we can do!

Judd, worried as always sat next to Ivan in the camp. Judd was thinking long and hard about this... He had to contact the government. Somehow. Somewhen. All the people around him were faithful to him. How could he betray them? And Ivan?

Ivan, I'm going to the city. I need to know more about this guy, General Keller. A murder attempt by who? Rebels? I'm sure I will find some answers there.

Shall I come with you?

No. This is something I have to do myself.

Judd stood up and packed his bags. The next morning, he was gone. he stayed away for weeks, perhaps months. And one day, doom was closer than anybody could have imagined. Judd came back but with some very odd friends.

Alright men. Our orders are clear.

With that, all hell broke loose. Within 20 minutes the whole rebel camp was gone and all inhabitants were longer part of this earth. 523 Women, children and men were killed. Defenceless people brutally killed in a war on drugs and to spread hatred.

Okay we're done here.

Ivan was not there, for he had fled into the jungle as he foresaw this.

Ivan Basso sat at his desk....
He could see the newspapers in his head;

Rebel Camp Arrested!

Government Quelles Rebellion!

523 Rebels Killed!

Did Ivan die to...

There was only one way to know, he went home.

Sparkles, Sparkles, here boy!

He picked up Sparkles and put the chip in his computer.

The chip immidiaetly made contact with the chip in Ivan..

He was alive...

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Deep in the Jungle

He wasent hungry, he wasent thirsty, the Jungle was full of water and food.
He had to find the other camp...

Finally, after weeks of travelling and bad sleeping, he found the camp.
Everything was ok...

He went to the leaders, they knew him, he told everything.
In a minimum of time, everyone was evacuated, deeper in the jungle that was everyone thaughts.

It was a very cloudy day, and it even rained sometimes. A breeze was blowing the last few tourists out of the city. It was September already but it was colder than other years. Passenger liners came in and left for various destinations eager to leave the city behind before the storm clouds came in from the north-east.

In the harbor district of Theohuanacu, a shabby looking man was walking nervously, waiting for someone or something. His suit was dirty and his shoes were also several years old. From time to time he walked into the harbor masters office to ask something or to light a cigarette. This was his daily routine for more than a week.

All of a sudden, everybody at the docks were working hard to receive a very special cargo. The man who waited for the ship knew about it for more than a week and when he walked into the harbor masters office the answer was finally:
Yes, the Red Storm Star is due today
It was about time... I've been waiting for it for ages. Anyway, who's the captain, I need to talk to him.
A certain Captain Garnett. Never seen him before. Its a special transport from Huzen Hagen. Some kind of government order, I don't care what it is but policemen are walking in and out the whole damn day. It must be something.
Oh yes it is.
The man in the cheap, dirty suit walked out of the office. When he stood outside, the wind immeadiately whipped his face and rain fell down from the sky. He walked to a cargobay he rent and inside a group of men was playing cards.
Ok guys the package is in.
Are we going to take it now? As seen by our payment its going to be damn risky. Am I right?
If I wanted it now I wouldn't pay you and your men $900.000. Trying to steal it here under the eye of nearly the whole policeforce would be stupid.
What are we going to do then, or what is it what we're going to take?
First of all, this isn't a normal shipment. The government ordered something from Huzen Hagen in absolute secrecy. It's some kind of plan for a set-up and I want to know the exact contents of it.
That's pretty vague... Got any more info about that? I'd like to know what I steal.
I don't know the details of it but I promise you, certain people won't be happy with it.
Who?
Austar Union or one of its allies for example.
Hahaha? Are you serious? What can a bum like you do to piss them off?
You don't understand. What we're going to take is thought out by our secret service and Huzen Hagen secret service. It has to be valuable, otherwise the police wouldn't hire 3 security firms and scrambled 5000 cops from different districts for a normal plan.
True... But I still doubt we can do something to make them angry...

The man who the shabby man spoke to, stood up and walked to a window. He knew all too well that the person who hired him knows exactly what's the plan about. When he thought of it, this was their second meeting and he didn't even knew the guys name.

Excuse me mister, but what's your name?
My name? I'm George Costinack.
WHAT? Thé Mr Costinack who copied millions of Credonian banknotes?
Yep, that's me.
Why... who or what happened to your plan? Some time ago all the money was found and rumours went that you've been killed by Credonian special agents...
Well the government stopped everything before we could spread it. I don't know why. Ask them in Sirens of Titans... Oh and if you do, you're likely to get shot on the firing squad. This operation never happened in their eyes.
Ah... I see... Well at least I know you can do something to make them buggers pissed. If anyone can do it, than it's you.

Panooly City, A few days later...

Mr Costinack followed the transport with alarm as he saw how his target moved from secure place to an even more secure and guarded one. It was quite obvious the package got top priority since some major intercontinental flights were cancelled for it. When Mr Costinack arranged a meeting with Albert DuPont, the assassin of the former British Communists president the group of mercenaries knew it was going to be difficult.

Very difficult in fact, when the 2 criminals noticed how the transport ended in Cassady & Locke Banking and Trust Ltd. The most heavily protected banking corporation in the world and possibly the most wealthiest.
From that point Mr Costinack knew the situation was a bit problematic since neither he or his colleague had the skills to find and obtain the item there.

Mr DuPont went to the place were the thugs lived and spoke to them about this problem.

Okay guys, we have a small problem.
What is it? There's nothing we can't handle. Right boys?
The group of man started laughing in a hysterical way caused buy the booze. But you could see all the men were nervous, in their eyes a small sign of bitterness could be seen, perhaps even desperation about what was going to be said.
Well, I think this one is far beyond us. They stashed or objective in the best bank in the world.
Which one my dear friend?
Cassady & Locke Banking and Trust.
The men stopped laughing and their mouths fell open. All 6 of them were stunned right at the same moment. For a few minutes the place was absolutely silent. All you can hear was the rain falling down on the glass roof.
Are you serious Albert?
Yes I am Seoras. I'm dead serious.
Seoras shook his head and looked outside. He stared at his cup of hot soup and thought long and hard about it.
Well... I think I'll do it. I've heard there's 12.3 billion in the bank in foreign currency. Rich people dump all their valuebles there. I'm in.
Woooh, not so fast. This ain't going to be some hotshot shooting and running out with bags on our back with a big green '$' on it. We have to plan this.
Planning? Gah
Now you listen to me Seoras. This isn't some bank in a rural town. This bank is opened 7 days a week from 7:30AM to 7:30PM. Guarded 24 hours a day, top-notch security systems, no internet connections... The place is almost airtight.
Almost? That's not airtight enough.
I haven't started about the vault itself.
Go on then, tell me.
I don't know anything about it.
That's not much help.
First I'll try to gather some information about the building itself before we're even going to talk about breaking in in the first place.

Panooly City, several weeks later... From this moment it is SECRET IC

Mr Costinack and Mr DuPont were looking at the sky. The stormclouds were passing away and the sun was shining. His plan was in the stage where there was no return. A few of this henchmen broke into offices of the architect and the contractor to find out more about the vault. It was a small setback the security corporation has gone bankrupt so what they would encounter is unknown.

Seoras bought all the equipment needed for the heist and bribed some employees to let us in after closing time. He never liked working there and two million will cover the expenses for his flight to Guerrillistan and a nice beach house.

This was the plan. We are dressed as repairmen and are waiting outside the gate in a van. Our contact will keep us updated and he will cut some wires to create an error in the security system. He will call an engineers bureau (fake telephone number) and 15 minutes later we knock on the front door.
Our insider will lead us to the vault. Since the cameras are shut down we have about 20 minutes to find the safety deposit box, open the door, fix the malfunction and get out. Easier said than done of course.

Okay men, imagine an enforced concrete tower, 100 feet high with solid steel doors 2 inch thick. Inside there are 6 floors each with 20 boxes. The top one is reserved for the government, although we cannot verify this.
Once in there you'll find just about everything our great government wanted to get rid off. Books, maps, machine parts, incriminating evidence, artefacts...
And lots of gold. We aren't there for money and gold. We need one thing and it's called '#934 - Project Quarry'. We should all go to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day.

The next day everything went according to plan. The paper was stolen. No corpses and a clean getaway. But what Mr Costinack and Mr DuPont didn't think was that their prize was in fact worthless. Some personal details about the president. Name, eyecolor, weight... Not the type of things which you can use to blackmail somebody.

The other day somebody was knocking on his door. Oh hear, it was the SS. Because Mr Costinack was reasonably certain his life was about to end, he let them in.

Well Mr Costinack it appears you have done something we could not. Since you aren't tied by law and order... I have 2 choices for you. One: you will accept your punishment in the gaschamber OR you will kill our president.

Mr Costinack and Mr DuPont were staring and this man in his black suit. He smiled like a hungry dog.

I'll kill the president.
Excellent Mr Costinack, I knew you would do it. Tomorrow I'll explain you the rest of my plan.

They were only just installed in theyre new camp, Ivan was appointed one of the rebel leaders and theyre numbers had been vastly expanding....

Then what should we do now Pornack?

I don't know Ivan, should we attack a city, we have enough men!?

Yes, the smallest in range, to expand our numbers and goods.

The next day, the strongest men got ready for an attack on Mohenjo-daro.
Without knowing they were gonna attack the city much more easyer, with the president killed.

After some months of preperation Mr Costinack and Mr DuPont were ready for the hit. After extensive training DuPont and Costinack were ready for the hit. As they gathered some information along with the SS they found out that the rebels want to attack and capture the city of Mohenjo-Daro as a more stable base of operations. The SS adviced the Fuhrer to go there and there Costinack must kill him. Security will be low, since this is one of the most remote places in HP. Of course, no one told him about the rebels being there.

A few hours later, in Mohenjo-Daro

The Fuhrer started his speech. Costinack, calm as ever looked through the scope. A clean shot, right between the eyes. He squeezed the trigger, and it was done.

The president fell down and was dead. The man who killed so many, went down like a normal mortal human. Almost as if God helped the SS, the rebels started their attack on the city.

The Rebels heard the shot, they dident know what was happening, what could it be?
The Rebels lay ambushed on the outskirts of the jungle...
They carried portable rocketlaunchers allong with alot of automatic guns and grenades...

They could see the big stage with SS around it, looking for something..
They opened fire with the missiles, the missiles came from the jungle, but from where?



10 missiles were fired at the bunch of SS around the stage where the President lay dead.

Ok men lets get the hell out of here. Our business here is finished...

The SS officer wasn't even done with his sentence and he was under attack by the rebels. Some died immeadiately other managed to flee. Everybody rushed into the helicopters and flew off, back to Panooly City.

SECRET IC!
What the rebels didn't knew that there's a regiment of 3000 men hidden in the city, along with tanks and field artillery. As the rebels were still firing rockets at the city several snipers took their position...

IC: At the rebel front...
Ok guys! Keep shooting! Charge... When the rebelleader stood up he fell to groud. Without his head as it was blown off by a sniper. More rebels died in a hail of sniper gunfire. The situation became hopeless when the artillery began their attack...

Ivan fleed back into the jungle, he was in charge now...

After 15 minutes off hard running in the jungle, Ivan said to stop..

Ok, HEY! Who are those?!

Camewottian Special Ops, just dropped, were dressed in black, nobody notices were Camewottian.

You got Radio?

Yes!

Ask for 15 disguised bombers to attack the city, come with us now

Ivan carried a fallen tree together with a few other rebels away..

An opening for a tunnel came out,

Ok, in

Before they knew it, they were under the city awaiting the bombers.

Bay of Fruity Loops, near the Panooly shore...

Command Point 325, this is the UPN (United Panoolian Navy) Refraction speaking, Dardo class cruiser Imperator III speaking. We have seen 15 unidentified aircraft entering HP airspace. Your orders?

Take them down. Use our special missiles, they will never see them coming.

Aye Sir. Men prepare our special missiles, and notify other AA cruisers around. We got outselves some tresspassers. Warn 2 carriers to intercept the incoming planes, ready the AA gun batteries and alert the naval command.

Aye Sir!

The UPN Refraction sailed to the best firing spot and shot off 20 missiles after each other. The other ships, UPN Reflection, UPN Glass and the UPN Crystal did the same. In 5 minutes the incoming planes would be gone.
And so it happened. It was easy to take them down. It weren't B2 bombers. What they were doesn't really matter now, they're gone.

Back in Panooly City...

We are without a leader. Our president has been killed and we need to point our finger to somebody. A citizen of HP would be downright embarrassing. No, what we need is a scapegoat. Someone to take the fall...

I for one, know that Camewot supports the rebels.

How do you know that Mr Rixx? Well, I heard that a certain fellow named Judd Crandall infiltrated a rebel camp. There he met a guy from Camewot, 'Ivan'. He leads the rebels with little success.

Tell me more about this, I'm curious about Camewot's interest in this.

We also intercepted a message containing a request for troops, medical and financial aid. They are supporting terrorists.

I see. Can we blame them for killing our good president?

Oh yes we can Mr Leighmar. Think about it, We have proof that they attack the city of Mohenjo-Daro, supported and aided terrorists directly, killed our president and above all, organized a secret mission in Panooly territory. The reasons are plenty.

All right Mr Rixx tomorrow I want you and Mr Stonewall Custer to issue a statement to the world about this assassination. But now we need to find a new person to serve as HP president. I took the liberty to add me and you on the election list...

The Rebels have returned to the camp, over the coming weeks many transports will arive with medical supply and such, the rebel army will increase its numbers rapidly and will be attacking many outposts.

When the SS hauled all the dead bodies away from Mohenjo-Daro to throw them in an incinerator one clever soldier saw a tattoo one of the soldiers bodies while he was taking all the watches and other valuebles.

Sir you better check this out.

What is it?

It's a tattoo Sir. Look what it says: "Pecunia non olet! Sed stultus olet!"

That's the motto from Camewot. Good job ol' boy. I will call the command post right away. This is earth shattering!

Later, more bodies were found with the motto tattooed on their backs. Some people wore little lucky charms with the Camewottian flag and motto...