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The following is an excerpt from the Daily Wizard, one of RB's best-selling newspapers:

"Today, an unexpected tragedy struck our nation. One of the government's highest-ranking officials, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Jennings, a childhood friend of J.L., was arrested after documents were found in Jennings's file cabinets laying out plans for a coup against J.L. Special telegrams that were to be wired to the Red Dragons terrorist faction were also found, as was a tape recorder with a tape of a recorded conversation between Jennings as ousted dictator Saddam Insane planning to rig the election and depose J.L. In addition, Jennings has illegally wired billions of the RB Treasury's dollars to various terrorist factions around the world, forged J.L.'s signature on several fraudulent documents declaring war on nations, and had planned to send them to those nations to provoke a world war. Such a situation would have given the military- and Jennings in particular- enormous power. Jennings, who today admitted to be being a long-time Red Dragon spy, said he arranged plans for the transportation of Red Dragons to the following nations: Jordaxia, Crimson blades, The Dark Nexus, Sarzonia, Westtle, Dailey, Irondin, Nellisland, Grenval, Zanat-Su, West Scotland, United Korean Nations, Lightning Star, Knight Of The Round, Generic empire, The Wickit Klownz, Doomingsland, Neo-Soviet Russia, Communist Louisiana, Tyrandis, Communist Mississippi, and at least thirty other nations. It is unknown whether or not these plans have been carried out. Jennings himself is now in custody. His trial begins tomorrow. All of the above-mentioned nations are urged to take extreme precautions and encourage their citizens to report anything suspicious to their police. President J.L. plans on calling a conference to outline plans to meet this possible threat..."

This just in: At exactly 12:37 A.M., former dictator Saddam Insane and co-conspirator Jennings escaped Roach-Buster City Maximum Security Prison, via an unguarded drainage tunnel, and swam down Providence River to an unknown location. Since then, one of RB's finest restaurants, Laisse Faire, has been bombed. 21 people were killed in the explosion and more than 560 were injured. Found among the smoldering rubble was a note written in blood: "May the flames of divinity scorch the earth to ashes...and from these ashes, may a new world order arise...the order of the Red Dragons!"

RB intelligence has just confirmed that the Red Dragons plan on launching major offensives against each of the embassies in Roach-Busters. We advise these nations to take extreme precautions.

I'm going to bed. Please refrain from posting until tomorrow. Good night. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

What the hell, I can't sleep. Anyone up to some RPing?

What the hell, I can't sleep. Anyone up to some
RPing?

Lets do this. Make it long and bloody.

Don't mind if I join in or do I need a embassy to play this?

Can I rp some terrorists? I really need some extreme violence for my system.

Don't mind if I join in or do I need a embassy to play this?

No, you don't need an embassy. Everyone is welcome to play!

Can I rp some terrorists? I really need some extreme violence for my system.

Be my guest. Because the terrorists do not belong to any nation, you decide their casualties, when they attack you, and whatnot.

Be my guest. Because the terrorists do not belong to any nation, you decide their casualties, when they attack you, and whatnot.

Alright, and be warned, this is going to get rather extreme. I have a vision of a maniacal psychopath leading a Red Dragon splinter group. Its gonna rock.

Alright, and be warned, this is going to get rather extreme. I have a vision of a maniacal psychopath leading a Red Dragon splinter group. Its gonna rock.

Looking forward to it!

"May the flames of divinity scorch the earth to ashes...and from these ashes, may a new world order arise...the order of the Red Dragons!"

*** Intelligence update:
Sometime ago, our nation was ravaged by a bunch of Fire Dragons. These are our national animals. Once we had an "Order of the Fire Dragons", led by a high patriarch Wang Chongyang. They were training Fire Dragons to terrorize our marvelous nation. After a long anti terror campaign, we found Wang Chongyang hiding in a hole. We sent him to our prison island Munkholmen, where he's kept captive to this day. We sincerely hope the order of the Red Dragons does not try to liberate him.

Regards,

Joris

The wraith smiled as he watched the evening news from the black room. The smile turned into a full toothy grin, and then into a laugh. The laugh echoed through the halls of the old apartment building, seeping under doors and through windows like a noxious gas. The Red Dragons had re emerged, and he was behind it. As he inhaled on his ornate pipe, a vision of a flame covered city block came before him. The plan began to form in his mind, sweat dripping down his hsadowy forehead. As he thought, occasionally a chuckle would escape from his mouth as he babbled in some random foreign language. By sunrise he had formulated his vision and was ready to execute it.

--00--

At 12 PM two days later, explosions ripped through embassy row in Downtown Roach Busters. Several cafes and department stores were also hit simultaneously. When medical and news personell arrived on the scenes, manhole covers exploded underneath their vehicles, and armed masked men came out of nowhere, unleashing a rain of lead on the civilians before dissappearing into alleys.

((OOC: can I have a list of government personnel I can murder?))

The wraith smiled as he watched the evening news from the black room. The smile turned into a full toothy grin, and then into a laugh. The laugh echoed through the halls of the old apartment building, seeping under doors and through windows like a noxious gas. The Red Dragons had re emerged, and he was behind it. As he inhaled on his ornate pipe, a vision of a flame covered city block came before him. The plan began to form in his mind, sweat dripping down his hsadowy forehead. As he thought, occasionally a chuckle would escape from his mouth as he babbled in some random foreign language. By sunrise he had formulated his vision and was ready to execute it.

--00--

At 12 PM two days later, explosions ripped through embassy row in Downtown Roach Busters. Several cafes and department stores were also hit simultaneously. When medical and news personell arrived on the scenes, manhole covers exploded underneath their vehicles, and armed masked men came out of nowhere, unleashing a rain of lead on the civilians before dissappearing into alleys.

((OOC: can I have a list of government personnel I can murder?))

MY government? That YOU can murder? Or that the Red Dragons can murder? Sure, I'll make up some names: Erik Brown, Jamere Pederson, and Geoff Swoverland.

MY government? That YOU can murder? Or that the Red Dragons can murder? Sure, I'll make up some names: Erik Brown, Jamere Pederson, and Geoff Brown.

Thanks much. and just for clarity, i will use the first person in this thread but know that i am referring to the Red Dragons, and my own respective splinter group.

Thanks much. and just for clarity, i will use the first person in this thread but know that i am referring to the Red Dragons, and my own respective splinter group.

Okay.

The wraith watched the evening news once more, again laughing and sucking on his pipe. They would have to keep up the pressure if they were going to achieve his dream. He pulled out a filthy cocktail napkin with three names scrawled on it: Eric Brown, Jamere Pederson, and Geoff Brown. He would kill two outright, but not all three. Where was the fun in that? Perhaps torturing his familt would be more amusing. The Wraith dispatched his three best handimen to get to work.

--00--

Anthony Drugov crept across the lawn of the small government issue home in the city. He grinned, exposing his ink blackened teeth. The man smashed the window, and the alarm sounded. He hurdled over the sill into the man's living room. He charged upstairs and found a frightened Geoff Brown and his mistress huddled up in fear against the bedboard. He drew an uzi and plugged the woman in the leg. She moaned in pain and the man yelled, shocked. The assasin moved swiftly to the man's bedside, drawing a stiletto. With one smooth motion he cut off the man's ear, pocketing it for souvenir. He then took the man's hand from where it clutched the open wound and went to work on his fingers, severing each at the knuckle, removing jewelry first. The man screamed. Drugov detested screamers. He forced the man's face open and shoved the knife into his mouth, severing the tongue. The woman threw up on the sheets. Anthony smiled again and exposed a can of gasoline, dousing the man and woman in the liquid. He broke the bedroom window, and lit a cigarette, letting it fall tot he floor as he lept from the house. He ran across the yard singing.

The next hit was simpler. Anthony Drugov met up with Jonathan Burke on the steps of a seedy hotel in the red light district. Their target, Jamere Pederson, had a fervent love of prostitutes. They had observed him all night, and he had behaved as expected. They had two photographs of the man. One showed him with his wife and three beutiful children. The other graphically showed him making love to his favorite hooker. The two men mounted the old elevator and began their slow climb to the fifth floor. The men stepped out of the elevator and into the roach infested hall. They moved to room 309 and stood outside the door, adjusting their neck ties. With one swift kick, one of the assasins broke in the door to reveal the terrified couple. They pulled shotguns from their coats and fired several times into each target. They left the photographs on the bed and strolled out the fire exit.

Sorry for the delay, I'm back! I loved your posts, GE!

James Brooke and Vincent Raines drove the sedan through the light morning traffic in the suburbs. The men conversed lightly.

"You know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Amsterdam," said Vincent.

"What, you mean they dont call it a quarter pounder with cheese?"

"No they got the f****in metric system over there. They dont know what a f****in quarter pound is.

"Then what do they call it."

"A royale with cheese."

"A royale with cheese?"

"Yeah, and you know what they put on french fried in Amsterdam, 'stead of ketchup?"

"Enlighten me."

"Mayonnaise."

The conversation went on like this until they parked in front of a suburban estate. The men got out, adjusted their suits and went to the back of the car to open the trunk. They each removed two magnum automatic pistols and walked towards the iron gate. The guard approached the strange men. Vincent squeezed off a round into the man's stomach, entered the gatehouse, and opened the gate. The two men knocked on the front door and a young maid answered. Vincent pinned her against a wall and held his gun to her head. She prayed quietly. A large man appeared at the top of the grand staircase yelling. A young girl appeared watching the scene from the kitchen doorway.

"Alright, man. Just keep cool and nothing's gonna happen to the maid," said James. "Alright, are you Rachel Brown," he said pointing to the trembling young girl in the doorway. "You, comin' with me." The girl turned to run, but James tackled her to the ground. He ran his fingers through her hair.

"Mmmm. You smell good. I bet you taste good too."

The girl struggled and he pulled her to her feet, putting his gun to her head. Geoff Brown began barreling down the staircase.

"Hold it, Motherf****er!" James yelled. "One more step and she's a dead girl!"

Geoff Brown halted in his tracks.

"Now we're gonna walk out this lovely front door of yours and you're gonna stay right there and not move. If you call the cops, she's dead. Now we're gonna move nice and cool." James stepped backward with his hostage, the gun pointed at Geoff's legs. Vincent did the same.

"You're comin too," he said to the maid.

As he stepped backward Vincent aimed his gun and blasted off the large man's knee cap. He fell over himself down the stairs, moaning.

"That should keep him busy for a while."

Taking their hostages the two men ran back to the car, bound them, and put them in the spacious trunk. The sedan sped off into the quiet suburban streets, bound for the city.

((OOC: More good stuff to come. This is just something to sink your teeth into for now.))

Im gonna turn in for the night. Have fun with whats there. More int he morning.

Im gonna turn in for the night. Have fun with whats there. More int he morning.

I'm turnin' in, too. I'm getting REEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAALLY tired. Good night. We'll pick things up where we left off in the morning.

OOC:Im in the UK. Morning.

Notquiteaplace would like to send 250 elite special ops crisis soldiers (1 company) to patrol your sewers and sweep the city (in disguise)

they are trained in most forms of warfare and among the best in the world b travelling in squads and keeping platoons in close proximity. IF they have a problem, 50 of the best soldiers in notquiteaplace will be fighting in minutes. Without a doubt they could deal with a large number of terrorists and lose almost no men. THey wont let you down and will perform sweeps of areas Insane could be hopefully either catching a few of his men (Which will weaken the terroriists) catching insane (which might be a little bloodier for us) or forcing him into your troops. YOur men should be set to receive the fleeing terrorists.

As an aside, our special ops crisis, do have engineer training. At least one in each suqad can diffuse bombs.

Do you wish us to send them. Im sure they will reduce civilian casualites if notbing else (by finding the odd bomb)

OOC:Im in the UK. Morning.

Notquiteaplace would like to send 250 elite special ops crisis soldiers (1 company) to patrol your sewers and sweep the city (in disguise)

they are trained in most forms of warfare and among the best in the world b travelling in squads and keeping platoons in close proximity. IF they have a problem, 50 of the best soldiers in notquiteaplace will be fighting in minutes. Without a doubt they could deal with a large number of terrorists and lose almost no men. THey wont let you down and will perform sweeps of areas Insane could be hopefully either catching a few of his men (Which will weaken the terroriists) catching insane (which might be a little bloodier for us) or forcing him into your troops. YOur men should be set to receive the fleeing terrorists.

As an aside, our special ops crisis, do have engineer training. At least one in each suqad can diffuse bombs.

Do you wish us to send them. Im sure they will reduce civilian casualites if notbing else (by finding the odd bomb)

We accept. Thanks.

OOC: Sorry for my delay.

IC:

The room was dark, as the Head of the Military of Drizzts Army, General Koln 'Dfer looked at the Military Documents of recent LLF attacks, and a few reported attacks made by the group Red Dragon that is currently helping out the LLF(Lloth Liberation Front). Looks like I need troops to go to the source, that being to the nation of Roach- Busters. We shall send our special forces, the Royal Guard and DATF(Drizzt Anti Terroist Force) immeaditly to Roach Busters to take down this problem.
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The 10th Royal Guard Brigade and the DATF started loading into long range HC X34 Transports, along with a seperate planes full with HC 129 Helicopters. They request permission to go to Roach Busters

OOC:Im in the UK. Morning.

Notquiteaplace would like to send 250 elite special ops crisis soldiers (1 company) to patrol your sewers and sweep the city (in disguise)

they are trained in most forms of warfare and among the best in the world b travelling in squads and keeping platoons in close proximity. IF they have a problem, 50 of the best soldiers in notquiteaplace will be fighting in minutes. Without a doubt they could deal with a large number of terrorists and lose almost no men. THey wont let you down and will perform sweeps of areas Insane could be hopefully either catching a few of his men (Which will weaken the terroriists) catching insane (which might be a little bloodier for us) or forcing him into your troops. YOur men should be set to receive the fleeing terrorists.

As an aside, our special ops crisis, do have engineer training. At least one in each suqad can diffuse bombs.

Do you wish us to send them. Im sure they will reduce civilian casualites if notbing else (by finding the odd bomb)

((OOC: Again, just for clarity, the cell i am rping is not under saddam insane's control, but that will all be made clear shortly.))

The Wraith recieved a call approximately ten minutes after the abduction had taken place.

"Do you have her?"

"Yeah, we got her. Got his maid too," James said chuckling.

"Good, bring her to the location I specified. I'll meet you there."

The Wraith hung up. The second phone on his desk began to wring. This was his secure direct line to his superioirs. The encryption was such that it would take the NSA three decades to decypher. He picked up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing over there!?" yelled the man on the other end. The Wraith jerked the phone away from his ear.

"I told you to hit the embassies, and nothing else! Are you completely out of your head? Civilian deaths are skyrocketing. If the upper echelon gets wind of your little stunts they'll have my head!"

"Calm down Mr. Insane," replied The Wraith. "We ahve everything under control. We just thought it might be interesting to do a little improvisation."

"Just don't pull anymore crap. If something else happens, your responsible."

The line went dead.

--00--

The sedan sped along the highway, turning into the warehouse district of the city. It pulled off in front of a large gated warehouse compound. The guard opened the iron gate and let the car through. Vincent and James forced their bound captives out of the car and through the front dooe of an office area. The two moved their captives down a flight of stairs and into a basement area. The bound prisoners were tied to wooden chairs. James went over to the secure phone line on the desk and made his call.

In his broken estate, Geoff Brown's telephone rang. The man pulled himself along the ground into the kitchen, leaving a trail of blood from his wounded knee. He forced himself into a chair and answered the phone.

"Mr. Brown, as you are aware we have your daughter, and your maid."

"Now, we know you don't care about the maid. She's for our own amusement, but you do care very much for your daughter. In order to keep her alive and well, you need to do some things for us."

"If you sons of bitches hurt her, there is no extent to what I will do to you," Geoff grumbled.

"I don't think you are in the position to be making threats, Mr. Brown. Do you want to hear what it sounds like when a finger is cut off?"

"No, no. I'll do what you want, just leave her alone."

"That's better. Now I want you to bandage your knee well, and go to work like any other day. If anyone asks, tell them you had an accident with some power tools. That is all for now. We will contact you later, in the Presidential palace."

James hung up.

OOC: You really should've TGed me about this beforehand, but I'll join in.

IC:

The Tyrandis Immigration Agency has been placed on guard level RED, until these terrorists can be apprehended. All immigration has been suspended until further notice.

President J.L. has just deployed more than 50,000 troops, 10,000 policemen, and 250 secret service agents to the Grand as Gold Hotel, where GE's ruler is staying. Intelligence has confirmed the Red Dragons are planning an assassination attempt 'to instigate a war between RB and GE.' Citizens are urged to report any suspicious persons to the government. More than 17 Red Dragons were arrested today. They were carrying blueprints laying out plans to bomb the RB embassy in Dailey, the Sarzonian base in RB, and to provoke a war between RB and Neo-Soviet Russia. Authorities are now using every means necessary to prevent these crises.

OOC: You really should've TGed me about this beforehand, but I'll join in.

IC:

The Tyrandis Immigration Agency has been placed on guard level RED, until these terrorists can be apprehended. All immigration has been suspended until further notice.

Sorry about that.

High above The European coastline, a jetliner cruised away from Roach-Busters, packed with RB citizens and foreign tourists. A stewardess approached a well dressed man who had pressed the call button. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut short as the man jumped out of sheet and held a gun to head. Three other men in the plane stood up, also armed. The first man packed an automatic, and the other three carried Ingram Mac-10s. The passsengers were silent, overcome with fear. The first man burst into the cockpit, holding the pilots at gunpoint.

"Take this plane to Cuba!"

The pilots changed their course. They did not know that this was merely a diversion to keep them unaware of the bomb that the man discreetly placed in the cockpit. At 11AM this jetliner and three others like it exploded in midflight, killing everyone on board.

Nice post, GE!

Nice post, GE!

Thank you. I thought so too.

((OOC: It would be really cool if someone created a Bond-esque super agent to hunt down the leader of the terrorists for a climactic epic battle finale.))

"Halt! Who goes there?" cried the security guard.

BLAM!

"The instrument of your demise," replied a Red Dragon. He signalled to his comrades that it was safe to enter the barracks. Inside, they found plenty of Roach-Busters Army uniforms. "Start changing."

"Sir, what was the plan again?" asked one of the assistants.

"Lord Jennings will pick us up in fifteen minutes. Then, he will transport us to the Generic empire, where we will massacre civilians. And with these RB uniforms, GE and RB will, in their stupidity and decadence, believe that RB's army committed the atrocities! This is guaranteed to start a war! Then, we will go forth with our plans to instigate wars between Tyrandis and Neo-Soviet Russia; Communist Mississippi and HK-Forty seven; Artitsa and Praetonia; Hogsweat and Fluffywuffy; and, eventually, between all the nations of the world! Sheer chaos and rampant destruction will disintegrate civilization and suffuse the world in an age of darkness and terror...from which we will emerge to impose our new world order on all mankind!"

((OOC: It would be really cool if someone created a Bond-esque super agent to hunt down the leader of the terrorists for a climactic epic battle finale.))

That'd be pretty cool...but unfortunately, I really suck at RPing, so...

(OOC: 1: RB you don't suck at Rping!

2: I think you should RP that Insane boards a plane or something and travels top Nellisland. I will then RP him meeting with members of the former NLA. The NLA, if you don't remember, was the group that tried to rule Nellisland after I killed off my leader. I want to have him try to set up a civil war in my nation. But that will be after I RP a couple of things. When he fails in the civil war he and the others will decide on different tactics to destroy us. Which will then be the creation of my terrorists!

3: I am working on this stuff. Some of it is written and some in my head but I need to finish all of it so I have an idea of what I am going to do! Any feedback is awesome!

(OOC: 1: RB you don't suck at Rping!

2: I think you should RP that Insane boards a plane or something and travels top Nellisland. I will then RP him meeting with members of the former NLA. The NLA, if you don't remember, was the group that tried to rule Nellisland after I killed off my leader. I want to have him try to set up a civil war in my nation. But that will be after I RP a couple of things. When he fails in the civil war he and the others will decide on different tactics to destroy us. Which will then be the creation of my terrorists!

3: I am working on this stuff. Some of it is written and some in my head but I need to finish all of it so I have an idea of what I am going to do! Any feedback is awesome!

1: Thank you, Nellisland! You are very kind.

2: All right. I'll start writing it up right now...

3: Looking forward to it!

The Wraith walked into the basement of the warehouse. He was greeted by his two henchmen and several other Red Dragon terrorist guards. They escorted him into the main storage area of the building. As far as one could see lay the weapons of war: assault rifles, rocket propelled grenades, explosives, armored cars, tanks, and even a few nuclear warheads.

"Are we prepared for our strike?" asked The Wraith

"Absolutely, sir," replied one of the terrorists.

"Excellent. With these weapons, the other Red Dragon clans will fall before us, and our new order will emerge to dominate the world of international terror. (generic evil laugh)."

Red Dragon soldiers waited in the streets of Roach-Busters for the call to execute the plan. When they recieved this call, they systematically eliminated the leaders of every major Red Dragon cell in the city. Saddam Insane narrowly missed his execution, as the terrorists sent to eliminate him targeted a similar looking civilian. Within fifteen minutes the Wraith's new cell was in power.

"Red Dragons? I thought we taught them a lesson at the embassy." President Helldawg said to his military advisor.
"Apparently they're slow learners."
"Well, lets massacre some more of them."
"I'll get right on it."

The government of Doomingsland asks the permission of RB to deploy a counter terrorist team to assist in the annihilation of the RDs.(Its gonna be the same team I sent last time, so you already know how good they are)

OOC:Can you make the RDs attack my embassy again so we can have another nice gruesome RP?

"Red Dragons? I thought we taught them a lesson at the embassy." President Helldawg said to his military advisor.
"Apparently they're slow learners."
"Well, lets massacre some more of them."
"I'll get right on it."

The government of Doomingsland asks the permission of RB to deploy a counter terrorist team to assist in the annihilation of the RDs.(Its gonna be the same team I sent last time, so you already know how good they are)

OOC:Can you make the RDs attack my embassy again so we can have another nice gruesome RP?

((OOC: dont kill them off yet. Im having way too much fun with this.))

"This just in on LS-N1 News! Terrorists in Roach-Busters have been caught planning an attack on 30, some allies with Roach-Busters. One of these Nations is our very own Empire! Heres Susie McWoozy with the offical Statement of the Emperor."

"What do you mean they were out of F***ing McFlurries! How can i do a... Oh dear, we're on!"
*chuckles in the backround*
"Ahem, well, Susie, whats the situation?"
"Well, Steve, the Emperors Council has realesd a Paper saying that the terrorists, Known as the Red Dragons, have a terrorist cell in our fair empire! The Good news is that at this very moment an operation against these forc..."
*Huge fireball in the backround*
"Sweet Jesus! They've blown up the Palace! Sweet Jesus! Sweet Jesus! Sweet Jesus!"
"Susie, What has happend?"
"The REd Dragons.. Oh F*ck! Gunmen! Im outta here Steve, The terrorists are attacking!"

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The Terrorist Cell of the Red Dragons in The Lightning Star have assasinated the Glorious Emperor, who was a big supporter of Roach-Busters. His replacement, The Baron of New Sirius has taken his place as ruler of The Lightning Star.
"We are shcoked at this Act,"He stated at his inagural Speech" and we shant rest until every last one of these terrorists is dead. We have destroyed many Terrorists Organizations before, crushed many jihads against us, and we shall do the same with these.... these... Murderers!"

The Emperor is willing to send 100,000 soldiers of the Anti-Terrorist Corps., which have defeated many terrorist organisations, to help destroy the Red Dragon Rebels. These forces , while still under control by our generals, will go to any region in which Roach-Busters needs assistance in defeating these rebels (in Roach-Busers and the Lightning Star only, of course, unless other alllies wish us to help them).

OOC: Hey, I've been watching this RP, and I like it...alot. If you wouldn't mind me joining in, I'd be a ist nation in league with RD. If I can, be prepared for some gruesome stuff, and if I can't, I'll be a good guy ;)

Hope to hear from you soon.

OOC: Hey, I've been watching this RP, and I like it...alot. If you wouldn't mind me joining in, I'd be a ist nation in league with RD. If I can, be prepared for some gruesome stuff, and if I can't, I'll be a good guy ;)

Hope to hear from you soon.

((OOC: Ahh a fellow villain. Welcome aboard! That is to say if RB agrees with it. If so, maybe a gang war between our rival RD clans could be interesting?))

OOC: Sounds good, but lets deal with RB first ;)

OOC:Just to fill you guys in, my country has a history of massacreing the RDs. In one RP, they sent a huge attack at my embassy and they where all killed without inflicting major damage on the embassy. I also did some gruesom stuff like impale a wounded RD with a flagpole with my flag on it. Afterwords there were limbs and organs splattered in front of the embassy from the dead RDs. They couldn't even get through the gates. And if I'm not mistaken, I still have some prisoners from that particular battle...

Doom Valley Prison, Doomingsland-

The prison is a massive top-secret underground prison out in the middle of the desert. The prisoners are all made to believe that they are above ground, making escape impossible.
Inside one of the interrogation room...
BZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhh!!!!! I'll never betray the Red Dragons! You will all be slaughtered!"
BZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhh!!!!"
"I'll ask you the question onme more time, who is your leader?"
"I'll never talk you scum!"
The interregator pull out a cutting laser and points it at his crotch.
"I'll ask you once more, or do you want to have a sex change the hard way?"
"Okay, I'll tell you! Our leader is known only as the Wraith. That's all I know of him, I swear."
"Thank you for cooperating. Clean him up and send him back to his cell."

OOC:Just to fill you guys in, my country has a history of massacreing the RDs. In one RP, they sent a huge attack at my embassy and they where all killed without inflicting major damage on the embassy. I also did some gruesom stuff like impale a wounded RD with a flagpole with my flag on it. Afterwords there were limbs and organs splattered in front of the embassy from the dead RDs. They couldn't even get through the gates. And if I'm not mistaken, I still have some prisoners from that particular battle...

Doom Valley Prison, Doomingsland-

The prison is a massive top-secret underground prison out in the middle of the desert. The prisoners are all made to believe that they are above ground, making escape impossible.
Inside one of the interrogation room...
BZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhh!!!!! I'll never betray the Red Dragons! You will all be slaughtered!"
BZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhh!!!!"
"I'll ask you the question onme more time, who is your leader?"
"I'll never talk you scum!"
The interregator pull out a cutting laser and points it at his crotch.
"I'll ask you once more, or do you want to have a sex change the hard way?"
"Okay, I'll tell you! Our leader is known only as the Wraith. That's all I know of him, I swear."
"Thank you for cooperating. Clean him up and send him back to his cell."

((OOC: The Wraith is only a low level RD leader. There is no way one of the prisoners would know of him. Only members of his own cell would have any idea of who he was, or care about him at all for that matter. He is actually a rather unimportant figure in the upper levels of the organisation. That is why his unit is a splinter group.))

OOC: Yes, tactics, unless this guy was a member from that splinter group...

OOC: Yes, tactics, unless this guy was a member from that splinter group...

((OOC: Thats true. He could have been from that group, but I assume since you have not rped any capture of a man from that group, and since you mentioned that you had fought with other RD cells, that you are talking about a prisoner from one of those battles.))

OOC:The RDs were united in the last RP, so its possible that this guy knew of him and recognised the tactics you where using.

OOC:The RDs were united in the last RP, so its possible that this guy knew of him and recognised the tactics you where using.

((OOC: Thats fine. Just keep it interesting. Thats my only concern.))

OOC:Sure thing, now go blow up an embassy or something.

The Wraith's order was now a member of the Red Dragons only in name. His execution of the other leaders had put his clan in control of all Red Dragon activities in the city. Most of the members of the other cells had sworn allegiance to him. Those who had not were executed. Soon he would make his move on the cells throughout the rest of the nation, and then the world. He had big plans, and he was not going to let a group of special forces slow him down. His soldiers would hit them from all sides. This was the strategy of The Order of The Wraith: constant pressure. The hunters would never be given the chance to hunt. The moment they entered the Wraith's territory they would be the hunted. The Wraith grinned as he sat in his worn leather chair, revealing several gold teeth. At this very moment his men were applying that pressure to others in the city.

--00--

In Front of the Neo-Soviet Russian embassy an Asian man carrying a briefcase got out of a car and walked down the street. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cell phone. The man dialed an eleven digit number and broke into a run. Behind him, the black cadillac sedan exploded in an enormous fireball, completely shredding the front of the embassy.

OOC: Well, it's 10:30PM here, so I'm turning in for tonight, I'll post here tommorow, if RB agrees to let me play my evil role. Until then guys.

Liquidus Snake,
Leader of outer Heaven MK II

Vincent and James sat in the locked room observing the two captive women. The prisoners' mouths had been ducktaped, and they now stared wide eyed at their captors.

"So, you wanna go first?" James asked his partner in crime.

"Yeah, alright. You can have first next time."

James got up and left the room. Vincent walked over and locked the door. He turned and smiled at the women, cracking his knuckles.

James walked over to an old desk and picked up a telephone, dialing Geoff Brown's office number.

"Go to office 34. There's a secure line there. We'll talk," James told Brown.

James hung up, and dialed a new number several seconds later.

"Hello again, Geoff."

"You son of a bitch! Tell me my daughter's alive!"

"Keep it down, old boy. Don't want to let anyone in on our little business here do we?"

"Tell me. Is she alive?"

"Relax. She's fine. Just having some fun with my good friend Vincent, that's all." James laughed while the man raged on the other end of the line.

"I swear to God, you do anything to her I'll make you beg to be killed!"

"Now, now, Geoff boy. We can' have that kind of talk can we? As long as you're nice and polite to me your daughter lives."

"Hey, Vincent! Get out here! Bring the girl," James yelled as he knocked on the door to the captive's room.

"Hold on. Gimme a minute!" Came the muffled reply.

"Now!"

"Alright, alright."

Vincent brought the half dressed, terrified woman out into the makeshift office.

"Here she is right now," James said to Geoff. "Say something to your old man, darling," he told the young woman.

Vincent ripped the duct tape from her mouth.

"Dad, is that you!? Come and get me please! They're..."

Vincent pulled her away from the phone and dragged her back into the room, closing and locking the door again.

"Now, wasn't that nice? Little family reunion, eh Geoff?"

"I swear..."

"Shut up Geoff. Listen to me. If you do exactly what I say, then she'll come right back to you, no harm done. But if you screw up, I'm going to kill her, but first I will let my dear friend Vincent here have even more fun with her. Now, are you paying attention Geoff?"

The silence on the other end told James he was.

"I want you to break into the government records office, and get me some information. I want everything you can find on these men. Listen carefully now, Geoff. Richard Haines, Charles White, Edgar Jacobson, President J.L., Vice President Cyprian, and Emperor Vladimir Kreschnev II. Now that shouldn't be so difficult considering your position, should it Geoff? Now get busy. I'm only going to give you an hour. Go Geoff! The race is on!"

James hung up laughing. He knocked on the door where the women were being held.

"Alright, Vincent. Time's up. My turn."

Two members of the elite counter terrorist unit knowwn as the Reapers walked down the street in civilian clothes. They were heading back to the embassy after lunch. A car pulled up next to an alleyway and 8 men armed with AKMSs ran into the alley. The car drove away. Sgt. O'niel looked into the alleyway and saw as two men had their throats cut by the gunmen. The gunmen proceeded into a doorway that led down into the safehouse of one of the rougue RD leaders. Sgt. O'neil and Lt. Shephard drew their M1911A1s and followed the gunmen. They procceeded down a corridor and found a room with the door forced open. They saw that two of the gunmen had been killed and 3 other men had been killed. A man was tied to a chair and the gunmen were saying how he would pay if he didn't swear allegiance to the Wraith. O'niell and Shephard poped around a corner and killed most of the gunmen, leaving only one seriosly wounded. "Greetings from your old friends in Doomingsland." Shephard said to the gunman. He saw the look offewar on his face and happily squeazed the trigger splattering his brains on the ground. They took the RD leader back to the embassy for interogation.

"Sir, we have located a large Terrorist cEll in the Province of New Washibar. It is confirmed that these are RD terrorists."
"Excelent. Send in 10,000 of the Anti Terrorist Corps."
"Yes milord"

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10,000 Soldiers of the elite Anti Terrorist Corps have assaulted a base of arouind 400 RD members. The terrorist put up a good fight, but were no match for the shock anti-terroist troopers. They were annhiliated while the Lightning Star lost 15 men, and had 136 wounded.

OOC: Hey, I've been watching this RP, and I like it...alot. If you wouldn't mind me joining in, I'd be a ist nation in league with RD. If I can, be prepared for some gruesome stuff, and if I can't, I'll be a good guy ;)

Hope to hear from you soon.

Thank you for the compliment! As I said, absolutely everyone is welcome to participate in this RP. Feel free to join either side (although I'd prefer you helped the RD; we need more villains to make it interesting!).

"Red Dragons? I thought we taught them a lesson at the embassy." President Helldawg said to his military advisor.
"Apparently they're slow learners."
"Well, lets massacre some more of them."
"I'll get right on it."

The government of Doomingsland asks the permission of RB to deploy a counter terrorist team to assist in the annihilation of the RDs.(Its gonna be the same team I sent last time, so you already know how good they are)

OOC:Can you make the RDs attack my embassy again so we can have another nice gruesome RP?

With pleasure...


Like a tiger approaching a potential kill, the Red Dragon slipped into the shadows, with the silence of a specter and the stealth of a well-trained spy. The embassy was heavily guarded. Attacking it would be suicide. As had been demonstrated before, Doomingsland was a force to be reckoned with. But, as if with every other nation, they were on the RD's 'hit list.' He turned his head. "Put on your RB uniforms...now!"
As soon as they were changed, they grabbed their AK-47s. "All right...CHAAAAAAARGE!"

"Mr. Insane, you are a genius!" lauded the Red Dragon, bowing humbly to his master. "This plan is foolproof! Now, Nellisland is guaranteed to crumble like a decrepit building after being struck by a wrecking ball!"
"Whatever...just get me my President Nellis disguise!"
"Yes, sir!"
A moment later, Insane was done changing and looked identical to Nellis. "Get the video camera ready!"
"Yes, sir! 3...2...1 act-"
"Shut up, we're not making a damn movie, you idiot!"
"Uh...right...sorry. Anyway, begin!"
"President J.L.," Insane said, smiling malevolently. "In response to your nation's terroristic attacks on my nation, I am officially declaring war on you!"
On the screen there appeared photographs of Red Dragons disguised as Nellisland citizens being impaled, decapitated, and disemboweled by Red Dragons disguised as RB soldiers.
The camera was turned off.
"Will J.L. fall for it?" asked an aide.
Insane shrugged. "Who knows? That was just phase 1 of the plan. Now, for phase 2...we will be boarding our plane in one hour. Our destination: Nellisland! Get your RB costumes ready again...we're gonna throw a little 'party' in Nellisland! It's going to be a BLAST!"

"This just in on LS-N1 News! Terrorists in Roach-Busters have been caught planning an attack on 30, some allies with Roach-Busters. One of these Nations is our very own Empire! Heres Susie McWoozy with the offical Statement of the Emperor."

"What do you mean they were out of F***ing McFlurries! How can i do a... Oh dear, we're on!"
*chuckles in the backround*
"Ahem, well, Susie, whats the situation?"
"Well, Steve, the Emperors Council has realesd a Paper saying that the terrorists, Known as the Red Dragons, have a terrorist cell in our fair empire! The Good news is that at this very moment an operation against these forc..."
*Huge fireball in the backround*
"Sweet Jesus! They've blown up the Palace! Sweet Jesus! Sweet Jesus! Sweet Jesus!"
"Susie, What has happend?"
"The REd Dragons.. Oh F*ck! Gunmen! Im outta here Steve, The terrorists are attacking!"

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The Terrorist Cell of the Red Dragons in The Lightning Star have assasinated the Glorious Emperor, who was a big supporter of Roach-Busters. His replacement, The Baron of New Sirius has taken his place as ruler of The Lightning Star.
"We are shcoked at this Act,"He stated at his inagural Speech" and we shant rest until every last one of these terrorists is dead. We have destroyed many Terrorists Organizations before, crushed many jihads against us, and we shall do the same with these.... these... Murderers!"

The Emperor is willing to send 100,000 soldiers of the Anti-Terrorist Corps., which have defeated many terrorist organisations, to help destroy the Red Dragon Rebels. These forces , while still under control by our generals, will go to any region in which Roach-Busters needs assistance in defeating these rebels (in Roach-Busers and the Lightning Star only, of course, unless other alllies wish us to help them).

Welcome to the RP, Lightning Star!

OOC:Just to fill you guys in, my country has a history of massacreing the RDs. In one RP, they sent a huge attack at my embassy and they where all killed without inflicting major damage on the embassy. I also did some gruesom stuff like impale a wounded RD with a flagpole with my flag on it. Afterwords there were limbs and organs splattered in front of the embassy from the dead RDs. They couldn't even get through the gates. And if I'm not mistaken, I still have some prisoners from that particular battle...

Doom Valley Prison, Doomingsland-

The prison is a massive top-secret underground prison out in the middle of the desert. The prisoners are all made to believe that they are above ground, making escape impossible.
Inside one of the interrogation room...
BZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhh!!!!! I'll never betray the Red Dragons! You will all be slaughtered!"
BZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhh!!!!"
"I'll ask you the question onme more time, who is your leader?"
"I'll never talk you scum!"
The interregator pull out a cutting laser and points it at his crotch.
"I'll ask you once more, or do you want to have a sex change the hard way?"
"Okay, I'll tell you! Our leader is known only as the Wraith. That's all I know of him, I swear."
"Thank you for cooperating. Clean him up and send him back to his cell."

That was sick, that was vile, that was disgusting, that was...AWESOME!!!!

Keep up the good posts, guys!

Hey, could someone make the RD's attack RB's Presidential Palace? (Don't kill J.L. or any cabinet members, though) You guys are better RPers than I.

Hey, could someone make the RD's attack RB's Presidential Palace? (Don't kill J.L. or any cabinet members, though) You guys are better RPers than I.

((OOC: Ill have some guys make a small scale attack.))

((OOC: Ill have some guys make a small scale attack.))

Thanks. Please try to make it REALLY violent.

The soldiers of the Order of the Wraith moved silently and swiftly towards the wrought iron gate that led to the presidential palace. The soldiers checked their weapons. There were about thirty of them, all clad in black to blend in with the moonless night. A black, unmarked van backed up to the gate. Soldiers got out and attached chains to the gate, the men got back inside, mounting the machine gun set up in the back of the van. The van lurched forward taking the gate with it. Soldiers swarmed into the compound taking up positions. The van backed in as well. All at once, the soldiers launched rockets at the palace, and commenced firing. The explosions lit up the sky as if it were day. The mounted gun mowed down palace guards that ran into the street. Several teams moved up to the palace itself, and threw grappling hooks onto the windows above. The soldiers climbed quickly, bursting into the building. The men fanned out, eliminating resistance and taking hostages on multiple floors. The battle raged outside. An explosion took out a chunk of the wall, and two light tanks rolled into the compound and commenced firing at the palace.

((OOC: That should get you started RB. I want to see you resolve the situation. I know you can rp with the best of them!))

A team of terrorists broke down the door to an office compound. Inside a security detail was waiting for them. The first to enter the room were gunned down by men hiding behind upturned tables. The soldiers watched as their comrades' head exploded into chunks of flesh and skull. A Red Dragon threw a frag grenade into the room. One of the guards dived on it, leaving a smoking crater in his ventral cavity. The terrorists were too many, and soon overpowered the security forces. A guard fell to his knees begging one of the terrorists to spare him, babbling on about his "wife and kids." The Dragon grabbed a shotgun from one of his compatriots and placed it on the man's forehead. The terrorist pulled a photograph from inside his clothes. It depicted a woman and two young children.

"Wife and kids, eh? Me too."

The soldier pulled the trigger, leaving a gaping hole in the man's skull. The other terrorists searched the smoky room for civilians. They found several hiding under desks and behind partitions. They took these office workers hostage. Elsewhere the situation was similar. The security forces had quarantined the occupied floors off, waiting to rish the terrorists or to be rushed. On the roof a small helicopter landed, and a Dragon team made its way down to find the President.

Michael Kobak set up a small camera in an office suite, to broadcast his message to the world. The camera rolled and the terrorist commander spoke.

"Greetings, citizens of Roach Busters and the world. I will be brief. We have just seized control of the Presidential palace in the capital of Roach Busters. We have taken many hostages, including the President and Vice-President. Here are our demands. We demand that every member of the Demonic Terrorists be freed within the hour and granted safe passage out of his antion of imprisonment. We also demand that the Roach Busters government, or what is left of it, transfer exactly ten billion American Dollars to a secure swiss account to pay for damages to the Red Dragon organisation. You have one hour to comply, or the palace will be destroyed."

The cameras shut off, and the tape was handed to a terrorist who ran too deliver it to the ministry of state and the new stations. He jumped into a car and did what he was told.

Meanwhile, Red Dragon terrorists began unlocking the vault in the basement of the palace, to get to the precious Vatican bank bonds inside. This was the true reason for the attack.

The soldiers of the Order of the Wraith moved silently and swiftly towards the wrought iron gate that led to the presidential palace. The soldiers checked their weapons. There were about thirty of them, all clad in black to blend in with the moonless night. A black, unmarked van backed up to the gate. Soldiers got out and attached chains to the gate, the men got back inside, mounting the machine gun set up in the back of the van. The van lurched forward taking the gate with it. Soldiers swarmed into the compound taking up positions. The van backed in as well. All at once, the soldiers launched rockets at the palace, and commenced firing. The explosions lit up the sky as if it were day. The mounted gun mowed down palace guards that ran into the street. Several teams moved up to the palace itself, and threw grappling hooks onto the windows above. The soldiers climbed quickly, bursting into the building. The men fanned out, eliminating resistance and taking hostages on multiple floors. The battle raged outside. An explosion took out a chunk of the wall, and two light tanks rolled into the compound and commenced firing at the palace.

((OOC: That should get you started RB. I want to see you resolve the situation. I know you can rp with the best of them!))

Why, thank you very much!!!

Michael Kobak set up a small camera in an office suite, to broadcast his message to the world. The camera rolled and the terrorist commander spoke.

"Greetings, citizens of Roach Busters and the world. I will be brief. We have just seized control of the Presidential palace in the capital of Roach Busters. We have taken many hostages, including the President and Vice-President. Here are our demands. We demand that every member of the Demonic Terrorists be freed within the hour and granted safe passage out of his antion of imprisonment. We also demand that the Roach Busters government, or what is left of it, transfer exactly ten billion American Dollars to a secure swiss account to pay for damages to the Red Dragon organisation. You have one hour to comply, or the palace will be destroyed."

The cameras shut off, and the tape was handed to a terrorist who ran too deliver it to the ministry of state and the new stations. He jumped into a car and did what he was told.

Meanwhile, Red Dragon terrorists began unlocking the vault in the basement of the palace, to get to the precious Vatican bank bonds inside. This was the true reason for the attack.

The following message is addressed to the kidnappers:

KISS MY ROSY RED ASS, YOU MALIGNANT HOOLIGANS!!!!!

Chief of Police Carlos LaFrance waited until everyone was seated and the room was silent. "Gentlemen, I have called you here today because terrorists have seized the Presidential Palace. Our President, Vice-President, and others are being held hostage by these lawless, depraved lunatics. The lives of our leaders are in our hands. We have the potential to save this nation from disaster...or to plunge it into disaster. I propose a rescue mission to liberate them from their imprisonment, to oust the Red Dragon bastards from the Presidential Palace, and to crush them like the pusillanimous miscreant insects they are. We will divide into four teams, or squads. Each squad will consist of exactly forty-five men. Squad A will provide the distraction. Squad B will infiltrate the Palace via the secret tunnel in the sewers, which the enemy is probably unaware of. Squad C will attempt to sneak in through the back entrance. Squad D will be deployed to the roof of the Palace by helicopter. Any questions?"

There were none.

"All right, people, let's move, move, MOVE!"

The following message is addressed to the kidnappers:

KISS MY ROSY RED ASS, YOU MALIGNANT HOOLIGANS!!!!!

Captain Michael Kobak read the message and smiled. He held an ornate lighter below the letter until it was aflame, then using his free hand he removed a cigar and touched the tip to the burning paper. He placed the cigar between his teeth, and threw the burning letter on the floor, where it disintegrated into ash. He turned to his lieutenant.

"How much longer on the lock?"

"Its proving rather stubborn. About fifteen more minutes."

"Can we blow it?"

"No, the door is too strong, and its heat sensitive. If we used explosive, and they didnt work it would lock permanently."

"Alright. Then I suppose we'll have to hold the fort until then. Is our gunship en-route?"

"Yes it is. The gunship will cover our escape helicopter and provide support for our soldiers on the ground. It will arrive at about the same time that we crakc the safe."

"Alright. When that happens, we move fast. There will be no time for delay. This operation must go off with precision. When we get to the docks, that ship had better be ready as well."

"I am sure of it."

"Good. The Wraith will be pleased when he sees our gift."

"You'll never get away with this, you Judas!" J.L. shouted, writhing and squirming in an attempt to break free.

Jennings smiled wryly. "A Judas, am I? Your opinion is of no consequence to me, my friend. Neither is your life."

"Man, I used to think you were cool!" Vice-President Cyprian said, his normally black skin now dark purple with extreme rage. "What the hell happened to you?"

Jennings shrugged. "I was enlightened. I realized my true destiny and embraced it with open arms. Soon, my greatest dream will be fulfilled!"

"Dream?" Cyprian echoed. "What dream?"

Jennings's eyes turned misty with tears of joy. "Socialism as envisioned by Karl Marx," he said. "Internationalism as embraced by Thomas Woodrow Wilson. Tyranny as practiced by Adolf Hitler. That is my political, ethical, and religious faith. The entire planet will be consecrated in the blood of both the valiant and the villanous alike...only to be reborn as a new world order of divinity as dreamed of by the Red Dragons. A world of boundless happiness... a world without fear, or hate...or opposition."

"You're mad!" J.L. bellowed.

"Maybe. If unparalleled brilliance is insanity, I implore you not to call a physician. Soon, J.L., I will wallow in your blood...the blood from which will emerge the new world order...the order...OF TERROR!!!!!!"

Nice posts, GE! Keep up the great work!

As His Holiness was watching His soap operahs in his home theater the news broadcast broke in. This just in RB Presedential palace held hostage RD Units confirmed to be responcible.

The King let out a barking order out his window to his gards Saying " get the Allaiance Minitries wake them up we have a problem" he then barked " and move fast not a minuite to lose".

20 minutes later in the Alliance Central Cammand war was declared and it was setled the elite would be called out.

2 hours out of Danland Leftenat Borsck and his unit Reseaved a urgent message from the Cabnet: Leftenat new orders and new orders now turn your unit around now get back to the capital the presidential palace has been taken hostage move in and move in fast.

the leftanat let out a yell "we were just there 12 hours ago what the heck happened?" the dispatcher from the Cabnet responded " a group from the RD emerged from the darkness they are well organized use extream mesures". Borsck Replied " yes sir" and sarted to to bark out orders to his units "turn the line around were heading back all troops man your weponds prepare to disimbark the minute we get to the Capital"

OOC:I decided to join this RP, if not resolved in 4 RL days, I will withdraw, must help RDs, need more evil.....
Eshin has eyes and paths everywhere........

IC:For a while, some members of Clan Eshin were hired for watching the Red Dragons, but now, some politics were going on, a splinter group is rising....
Inside a small fort, in abandoned sewers, a small group was meeting.....

"There has been a divide, it is led by "the Wraith""

"This may be the time to act, if we can fan these flames, the goal will be accomplished"

"We shall act now, get Clan Laskrit ready for action, and you, Nikkis, you shall speak for us soon enough"

"Yes Deathmaster"

Welcome to the thread, guys! Thanks for joining in.

Lieutenant Robertson rushed into the office Kobak was waiting in.

"Sir, they got it! The safe's open and we are loading the bonds as we speak. The extraction fleet will be here soon. I suggest we get ready to leave."

"Excellent! Get our men ready to move. When the chopper fleet arrives, I want us all out of here."

In two minutes the thunder of rotors could be heard bearing down on the palace. Twelve military gunships surrounded the building, landing on the roof and in the yard. Robertson and Kobak ran up the flight of stairs along with several men carrying the bearer bonds. They boarded the helicopters.

"Let's go! NOW!" yelled Kobak.

The helicopter lifted off along with the three others on the roof, and flew off towards the makeshift airfield where an airplane would be waiting to take them to a friendly nation in the Caribbean.

At the palace the other soldiers boarded their helicopters and took to the skies to cover the escape, ready to lay waste to any AT teams that appeared.

OOC:i won't be able to post tommorow, so i'll jump the gun....

IC:A figure seemed to form from the shadows itself inside the Wraith's room, but still they wrapped around it like a cloak.

"How I got here is not important, what's important is that a nation that will go unamed is interested in helping you, we can supply you with weapons, tanks, while our own shadows work, will you accept this help"

OOC:Yes, that seems weird, but clan Eshin is GOOD, at the price you pay for em, they should be, basically I'm offering help, any military equipment you want, I can get it, an offical needs "removal", Eshin can do it, need disease to spread, Pestlins got you covered, all you need to do is accpet this offer.....

OOC:i won't be able to post tommorow, so i'll jump the gun....

IC:A figure seemed to form from the shadows itself inside the Wraith's room, but still they wrapped around it like a cloak.

"How I got here is not important, what's important is that a nation that will go unamed is interested in helping you, we can supply you with weapons, tanks, while our own shadows work, will you accept this help"

OOC:Yes, that seems weird, but clan Eshin is GOOD, at the price you pay for em, they should be, basically I'm offering help, any military equipment you want, I can get it, an offical needs "removal", Eshin can do it, need disease to spread, Pestlins got you covered, all you need to do is accpet this offer.....

The Wraith repressed his startled look, and eyed the man. His shadowy appearance reminded him of...him. He did not know weather to love or hate the man who stood before him. After several seconds of silence he replied.

"We will accept your aid."

"Love, hate...life, death...beauty, ugliness...they're all two sides of one coin. The world is filled with opposites. They are the source of misery. Humanity is the source. The world must be purged of its imperfections. Only then can the new world order be born," Jennings explained. He seemed to be talking more to himself than to the captive President and Vice-President.

"Lord Jennings!" one of the Red Dragons said.

Jennings turned his head. "What is it?"

"The bonds are now ours! Mission accomplished!"

"Splendid." Jennings turned to a tall, gaunt, bearded man with fiery red dreadlocks and bulging muscles. "I will offer you the 7% I promised you...on the condition that you liquidate Jonathan Antensen I. With Antensen dead, the TBA Alliance will crumble, and there will be no one to save Roach-Busters. Like a row of dominoes, one by one each and every nation shall collapse...then, 'Operation: Purification' can begin. Now, go take care of Mr. Antensen!"

"I shall return with his head shortly," the tall man drawled in a gruff voice. His eyes glittered with malice and contempt for all life, including that of his employer. His soul brimmed with greed. His compulsion for wealth permeated every aspect of his thoughts. He craved nothing more. He nodded to Jennings and ran out of the room.

"Now...which of you two would like to be sacrificed to the new world order first? J.L... or Cyprian?" Jennings asked. He drew a knife. "I intend to maximize your suffering and prolong your agony as long as possible. Only through sheer grisliness and bloodshed, through misery and suffering, can the new world order arise! I-"

BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!

"What is that?" Jennings asked.

"Sir, the alarms are going off!"

Jennings rolled his eyes. "My, what a profound observation," he said sarcastically. "Find out what triggered them if you value your meaningless existence."

"Yes, sir!"

A moment later, the Red Dragon returned. "Sir, it seems there seems to be a clash between our guards and our policemen at the front entrance! A-a-and, at least two different groups have managed to infiltrate the Palace! We believe their intent is to rescue J.L.!"

"Destroy them all!" Jennings said. "Torture them as agonizingly as possible, and record their screams! I want to give J.L. and Cyprian a taste of the horrors to come! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HAAAA!!!!"

The Radio man yelled over the hum of the engines to Borsck " ETA 2 hours 15 minutes" Borsck Replied " lets go faster we need to get there....." the Radio man interupted "Sir Radar reports enemy air ships in the area" Borsck replied "Holy crow they wernt lieing when they said well organized send word to centrail comand air force may be needed" he then started to bark orders to the guy in the AA armed APCs " keep your eyes peeld ladies and gents We have enemy birds" he continued "make every shot count shoot those RD's Down". the APC Unit of 30 Delta class APCs rolled into the Capital at high speeds spliting up into 4 small groups.

The driver of one of the APCs stated to his Radio man "tell that Leftenat of our these roads are a pain in the arse and also say will need to slow down in a few minutes narrow roads ahead" borsck replied by radio "i dont give a damb about the buildings get up to that palace" the Driver of the other APC replied" Yes sir will do sir" then wispered to his Radio man "dose he want fries with that order?"

The Red Dragon tanks blocked the entrance to the compound laying waste to police officers. Several miles away the gunships touched down at a desert airfield. Captain Kobak and his lietenant boarded a jet with several other Red Dragon terrorists to make their transatlantic crossing to the Caribbean. Within five minutes they were airborne. The aircraft had fake authorization for transit. It would be impossible to suspect anything wrong with the flight. In twenty minutes the plane was cruising high above the Atlantic, and Kobak was sipping a martini. At the airfield the terrorists hid the signs of the takeoff and dispersed, destroying the helicopters. The operation had gone off perfectly.

"Behold...these new helicopters!"

"They're great," the second Red Dragon replied.

"Courtesy of Lord Jennings," the first Red Dragon said. "He ordered us to strafe the residence of Generic empire's Emperor. So...shall we be on our way?"

"Behold...these new helicopters!"

"They're great," the second Red Dragon replied.

"Courtesy of Lord Jennings," the first Red Dragon said. "He ordered us to strafe the residence of Generic empire's Emperor. So...shall we be on our way?"

The Emperor is still in RB, right?

"Uh...sir? Why are we going to the Generic empire?"

"To kill their Emperor, you incompetent clod!"

"Uh...sir? He's, uh...in Roach-Busters right now."

"AND YOU WAITED UNTIL NOW TO TELL ME? WE'VE BEEN FLYING FOR OVER FIVE HOURS! YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

OOC:BTW, they're Skaven

IC:The skaven reached out with a clawed hand, producing a bunch of tattered parchment
"For equipment, order, or requests, simply write them down, have a man slip it under a sewer grateing on (insert street name), our people will get it and I shall bring their response" With that he melted back into the shadows, seeming to disappear......

It was time to make their prescence felt.....
(Night time)
A police men was on duty, patrolling the bad neighborhood in his squad car(I assume, it can be altered if not correct). He was more preoccoupied with the people out in the open, rather than the shadows. A pair of "red" eyes watched in the darkness as he passed, stroking its rusted blade. Stealthilly creaping up to no more than 10 feet away, he used the shadows cast by the buildings, remaining virtually invisible. The officer turned his head to the right, seeing a drug dealer, "Great, now I have to get out of my car, maybe I should ignore it, yeah" the cop, unfortunatley, didn't get to drive on. The Assassin smashed the window with his blade, grasped a hand to his mouth so he couldn't cry out. Taking the cop with a huge amount of force, he started smashing him into the door, breaking ribs. The full-grown man cried as the lock broke and he fell to the hard pavement, spitting up blood, he let out a cry of pain that died in his throat because of his crushed ribs makeing it difficult for his lungs to get air. the assassin had grabbed his arms, pulled them out of the sockets, then hammered them at specific points, a sickening crack was heard from it breaking. The officer was in too much pain to cry out for help, the assassin had already stabbed his legs, so he could not flee, dragging the doomed man into the shadows. He then applied little blades to his fingers, stabbed the poor man where each broken rib was, then tearing it out. He took the rusted blade and started skinning the man alive, his lungs could breath, so he screamed until the assassin was tired of it, and took 10 minutes to drive the blade through his throat, expanding his agony for a long time, until death claimed him. The assassin had skinned the man, took the wet prixe and then hung it in front of the wealthiest district, as for the body, peices of it adorned patriotic staues and other things simailer in nature.....

the APC units came to a stop 2 blocks away from the Presedential palace . Borsck broke Radios silence for just a minute to say ok men this is were we set up AA defence, and MG Units Dig in a prepare for a war" he added and Remember this is for Peace of our Alliance and of the Holy Empire we eather die free or die without honor" the men let out a shear that eachoed down the streets saying "For God and Country We shail Fight". The men disimbared from there APCs and begain to dig in for a long and bloody war. A group of snipers took up position in the tower of a verry butiful building. There orders were to target any Enemy troops within range and aim to kill.

The stench of gunpowder filled the air. Bullets whizzed back and forth rapidly. Body after body toppled to the floor in death as LaFrance and his men exchanged shots with the Red Dragons. Being a meticulous sharpshooter, LaFrance rarely missed his target. He aimed directly at a Red Dragon's crotch and fired. Blood spattered everywhere.
"WHMMMMMFFFF!" cried the RD, clutching his mangled area, screeching and bursting into tears.
"Oh, nuts, I didn't mean to hit him there!" LaFrance said, laughing. "Pardon the pun!"
Corporal Sundown Hill, one of LaFrance's staunchest and most competent assistants, shot at the RD squad leader, but the squad leader and his eleven remaining men withdrew around the corner of the hallway.
"Sir, what should we...?" Hill asked, raising an eyebrow. "We're outnumbered!"
Other than LaFrance and Hill, there were only two men: General Kevin Orozco and Captain Chris Lynch.
"Hmmm, maybe we should go get reinforcements?" LaFrance said. He winked at his three compatriots.
The Red Dragons jumped back into view. "FI-"
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
The Red Dragons all crumpled to the floor, wallowing in their own blood.
"The plan worked," LaFrance said. "By pretendin' to surrender, we made 'em overconfident, so that they jumped out to finish us off, jumping right into the line of fire! Good job, men!"
Lynch shuffled his feet awkwardly, looking embarrassed. "Ahhh..."
"Look, we can save the back-patting for later," grumbled Orozco. "Let's go get J.L.! Move out!"

OOC:RB? Where are the sinpers? The palace?

The stench of gunpowder filled the air. Bullets whizzed back and forth rapidly. Body after body toppled to the floor in death as LaFrance and his men exchanged shots with the Red Dragons. Being a meticulous sharpshooter, LaFrance rarely missed his target. He aimed directly at a Red Dragon's crotch and fired. Blood spattered everywhere.
"WHMMMMMFFFF!" cried the RD, clutching his mangled area, screeching and bursting into tears.
"Oh, nuts, I didn't mean to hit him there!" LaFrance said, laughing. "Pardon the pun!"
Corporal Sundown Hill, one of LaFrance's staunchest and most competent assistants, shot at the RD squad leader, but the squad leader and his eleven remaining men withdrew around the corner of the hallway.
"Sir, what should we...?" Hill asked, raising an eyebrow. "We're outnumbered!"
Other than LaFrance and Hill, there were only two men: General Kevin Orozco and Captain Chris Lynch.
"Hmmm, maybe we should go get reinforcements?" LaFrance said. He winked at his three compatriots.
The Red Dragons jumped back into view. "FI-"
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
The Red Dragons all crumpled to the floor, wallowing in their own blood.
"The plan worked," LaFrance said. "By pretendin' to surrender, we made 'em overconfident, so that they jumped out to finish us off, jumping right into the line of fire! Good job, men!"
Lynch shuffled his feet awkwardly, looking embarrassed. "Ahhh..."
"Look, we can save the back-patting for later," grumbled Orozco. "Let's go get J.L.! Move out!"

And you said you couldnt rp. nice one RB.

OOC:BTW, they're Skaven

IC:The skaven reached out with a clawed hand, producing a bunch of tattered parchment
"For equipment, order, or requests, simply write them down, have a man slip it under a sewer grateing on (insert street name), our people will get it and I shall bring their response" With that he melted back into the shadows, seeming to disappear......

It was time to make their prescence felt.....
(Night time)
A police men was on duty, patrolling the bad neighborhood in his squad car(I assume, it can be altered if not correct). He was more preoccoupied with the people out in the open, rather than the shadows. A pair of "red" eyes watched in the darkness as he passed, stroking its rusted blade. Stealthilly creaping up to no more than 10 feet away, he used the shadows cast by the buildings, remaining virtually invisible. The officer turned his head to the right, seeing a drug dealer, "Great, now I have to get out of my car, maybe I should ignore it, yeah" the cop, unfortunatley, didn't get to drive on. The Assassin smashed the window with his blade, grasped a hand to his mouth so he couldn't cry out. Taking the cop with a huge amount of force, he started smashing him into the door, breaking ribs. The full-grown man cried as the lock broke and he fell to the hard pavement, spitting up blood, he let out a cry of pain that died in his throat because of his crushed ribs makeing it difficult for his lungs to get air. the assassin had grabbed his arms, pulled them out of the sockets, then hammered them at specific points, a sickening crack was heard from it breaking. The officer was in too much pain to cry out for help, the assassin had already stabbed his legs, so he could not flee, dragging the doomed man into the shadows. He then applied little blades to his fingers, stabbed the poor man where each broken rib was, then tearing it out. He took the rusted blade and started skinning the man alive, his lungs could breath, so he screamed until the assassin was tired of it, and took 10 minutes to drive the blade through his throat, expanding his agony for a long time, until death claimed him. The assassin had skinned the man, took the wet prixe and then hung it in front of the wealthiest district, as for the body, peices of it adorned patriotic staues and other things simailer in nature.....

Jennings looked over the photographs of these atrocities thoughtfully. "Beautiful, just beautiful," he said, beaming like a proud papa. "J.L., feast your eyes on these!"

J.L. nearly vomited at the sight of the carnage. "Jennings, you are one sick bastard," he muttered.

"Yeah, well, this 'sick bastard' will soon be the supreme order-bringer of this planet," Jennings said. "And, because of my divinity, I'd prefer that you addressed me as 'Lord Jennings,' all right?"

The door opened, and two Red Dragons entered. "Lord Jennings, the two guillotines are ready!"

Jennings grinned sadistically. "Excellent..."

And you said you couldnt rp. nice one RB.

Thanks!

Borsck Broke Radio silence ones again but this time sending a message to RB forces saying "Sirs this is Leftenat Borsck Reporting for duty my men and I have a 2 block Radios secured around the palace requesting orders" he then added "It's good to be back on the front lines"

OOC:RB? Where are the sinpers? The palace?

If you're referring to Dailey's snipers, I don't know. If you're referring to LaFrance, Hill, Orozco, and Lynch, yes.

Borsck Broke Radio silence ones again but this time sending a message to RB forces saying "Sirs this is Leftenat Borsck Reporting for duty my men and I have a 2 block Radios secured around the palace requesting orders" he then added "It's good to be back on the front lines"

"Glad you're here, Mr. Borsck. We could use you. We only have four men left. However, most of the Red Dragons are currently occupied elsewhere, so the Palace entrance is unguarded. Please meet us on floor four. Over and out."

EDIT:Sorry, I was confused...
OOC: Dig dig, chop chop, dig dig, chop chop-Homer Simpson

IC:
A message was delivered to the Wraith

Our deathmaster requires who is with you, enemies, and any current/soon to be operations.....

"Glad you're here, Mr. Borsck. We could use you. We only have four men left. However, most of the Red Dragons are currently occupied elsewhere, so the Palace entrance is unguarded. Please meet us on floor four. Over and out."

Actually there are two tanks in the yard.

Borsck ordered the men in his APC to head for the palace and then barked an order on the Radio "Beta Squad you with me lets move out we have orders to move in on the palce" the 20 men from both Borsck's APC and the beta Squad APC started to run towards the palace gate. Borsck posted to men at the gat and 4 men at the main doors then the rest moved up the stairs he then wispered were heading to the 4orth floor boys keep your eyes open and your heads low. they reached the 4th floor and stoped to wait for there contacts to arive.

Actually there are two tanks in the yard.
now you tell me

now you tell me

Actually I rped it earlier, but no prob. I forgot to mention it again. sorry bout that.

As Borsck and his men were making there daring run to the palace 5 APC units were engadging the Tanks in the front Yard of the Palace

The leader of this daring move said to the men in his APC "hope that fool knows what he is freaking doing becouse i'd hate to die just for him to get himself killed" he then yelled over the Radio "ok guys lets fight the best we can We have to give Borsck time to get into that palace"he added "Dias and Omega Consintrate your fire on the left one Ramsis and Tarry the right one" his APC would suply AA suport.

Sorry, Dailey. I'm the one to blame. I forgot about those two tanks...

Sorry, Dailey. I'm the one to blame. I forgot about those two tanks...
No biggy i fixed the mess up

Strolling nonchalantly down the sidewalk, the crimson-haired, bearded man took a whiff of the fresh air. The street was quiet, the people were courteous and pleasant, and the very demeanor of the nation suggested hospitality and warmth.

"Dailey, eh? Not a bad place..." the man thought.

He reached into his pocket, smiling at the reassuring presence of his revolver. "Antensen, you're gonna make me one wealthy son of a b****," he thought, grinning. He began to whistle pleasantly as he continued his leisurely stroll toward the residence of Dailey's beloved monarch.

Blah i miss read what you typed so i'm editing

The king in his ultimate wisdom knowing that he may be a target moved his intire family to a hiden location in the Great Bay of Dailey.

He was watching Video Survailence of his home and a fack king was lieing in front of the TV. his Holiness also had for the sence of realisime the gards of the palace Dubled to make it even harder for a enemy to try to kill the fack king. if an attack did acure 2 elite units were waiting for the intruder in the palca yards.

IC:All over, soldeirs and civillain patrolees(cops, various law enfocment), would disappear, only to be returned as steaming piles of flesh, usely in front of there place of employment....

OOC:Sorry for the short post, awaiting GEs reply....

((OOC: sorry for the delay. Watching some rockin Judas Priest videos. post to come very soon.))

For hours Jennings, descending deeper and deeper into lunacy with each passing second, prattled on and on about his 'new world order,' which would be 'conceived in blood, consecretad in death, and given eternal life through the suffering of all mankind.' Fortunately for J.L. and Cyprian, Jennings seemed to be less and less aware of their presence with each passing minute. Jennings was on the brink of becoming a full-fledged psychotic incapable of being remedied. His perception of reality had been drastically distorted to the point that he cared for nothing, no one, not even himself, only his fanatical 'new world order.' No longer was he capable of emotion. He longer was he capable of logic. Now, he thought of nothing else but his insatiable lust for absolute power...

"Sir, LaFrance and his three compatriots are just one floor below us," reported a Red Dragon. "Should I call in the 'death squad?' "

"New world order...new world order...blood will be shed, and the earth stained red, for the new world order..." Jennings droned. His eyes were now vacant, red-rimmed, and without emotion. "I am a god...a god am I...the god of the new world order...the new world order...the order...of terror!"

"Sir, do you feel ill? Perhaps you sh-"

Jennings lashed out his powerful arm, seizing the Red Dragon's throat. Exerting every ounce of strength in his profoundly muscular, Herculean body, he squeezed the RD's neck with as much force as he could feasibly muster, utterly depriving him of breath. The glower of Jennings's eyes revealed to all who beheld them that he was now the embodiment of evil. So depraved was he, so great was his compulsion to kill, that he continued to squeeze the life out of his loyal minion, plunging his fingers into the Red Dragon's skin and piercing his carotid arteries. Blood seeped from between Jennings's fingers as the RD gargled and choked on his own blood. Finally, Jennings smashed the RD's head into the wall, fracturing his skull and splattering brain tissue on the wallpaper. He tossed aside the dead minion like an unwanted toy.

For hours Jennings, descending deeper and deeper into lunacy with each passing second, prattled on and on about his 'new world order,' which would be 'conceived in blood, consecretad in death, and given eternal life through the suffering of all mankind.' Fortunately for J.L. and Cyprian, Jennings seemed to be less and less aware of their presence with each passing minute. Jennings was on the brink of becoming a full-fledged psychotic incapable of being remedied. His perception of reality had been drastically distorted to the point that he cared for nothing, no one, not even himself, only his fanatical 'new world order.' No longer was he capable of emotion. He longer was he capable of logic. Now, he thought of nothing else but his insatiable lust for absolute power...

"Sir, LaFrance and his three compatriots are just one floor below us," reported a Red Dragon. "Should I call in the 'death squad?' "

"New world order...new world order...blood will be shed, and the earth stained red, for the new world order..." Jennings droned. His eyes were now vacant, red-rimmed, and without emotion. "I am a god...a god am I...the god of the new world order...the new world order...the order...of terror!"

"Sir, do you feel ill? Perhaps you sh-"

Jennings lashed out his powerful arm, seizing the Red Dragon's throat. Exerting every ounce of strength in his profoundly muscular, Herculean body, he squeezed the RD's neck with as much force as he could feasibly muster, utterly depriving him of breath. The glower of Jennings's eyes revealed to all who beheld them that he was now the embodiment of evil. So depraved was he, so great was his compulsion to kill, that he continued to squeeze the life out of his loyal minion, plunging his fingers into the Red Dragon's skin and piercing his carotid arteries. Blood seeped from between Jennings's fingers as the RD gargled and choked on his own blood. Finally, Jennings smashed the RD's head into the wall, fracturing his skull and splattering brain tissue on the wallpaper. He tossed aside the dead minion like an unwanted toy.

yikes and you said you sucked at RP-ing

awesome...
My goal is going quicker than I thought :twisted:.......

yikes and you said you sucked at RP-ing

Thanks! You guys are very good, too!

From his corporate jet high over the Atlantic ocean, Captain Kobak called The Wraith.

"My lord, we have the bonds. We are transporting them to our stronghold in the Dominican Republic."

"Excellent," the Wraith replied. "I assume that you will have my cigars when I arrive?"

"Yes, sir. Genuine aged Havanas, just as you specified."

"Yes, yes. None of those disgusting Dominican things. Too tightly rolled. Dominicans can't roll a cigar for a nickel. Excuse me, I ramble. I will be departing shortly. In no time at all we will be sipping margaritas on the coast of Guadalajara!"

The Wraith hung up. A Red Dragon guard put the Wraith's long Black coat onto his leader. The Wraith picked up the raybans and put them on, despite the darkness outside.

"Are we ready?"

"Yes sir. Your car is waiting outside."

The Wraith and his bodyguards boarded the black limousine bound for the executive airfield. They made the short drive, and proceeded out onto the tarmac, whereupon the Wraith and his men boarded the small executive jet and readied for takeoff.

yikes and you said you sucked at RP-ing
RB is a genius of an Rper. He just needed some confidence, thats all.

((OOC: Just to let you all in on my little secret, the goal of my new Red Dragon "super sect," The order of the Wraith, is monetary. The Wraith is trying to use his power through the terrorists to get rich and live it up in South America. Remember though, no one else knows this, not even his own soldiers!))

IC:

"He has not responded to our message"

"Your sure"

"Yes, he boarded a jet, what shallwe do Deathmaster"?

"Mobilize the Clan, we shall take it into our own hands, oh, and moniiter the Wraith, I may have to pay him a visit later if he doesn't send a message"

The killings ceased almost immeaditley(until friday afternoon, goodnight, maybe I can get on tomorrow), as if waiting for a signal, or a departure.....

IC:

"He has not responded to our message"

"Your sure"

"Yes, he boarded a jet, what shallwe do Deathmaster"?

"Mobilize the Clan, we shall take it into our own hands, oh, and moniiter the Wraith, I may have to pay him a visit later"

The killings ceased almost immeaditley(until friday afternoon, goodnight, maybe I can get on tomorrow), as if waiting for a signal, or a departure.....

Hold on with the "visit" business. The Wraith is still on your side. He is going to contact you soon.

oh, I'll edit it"

By now, Jennings had gone over the edge. So deeply was he entrenched in the abyss of insanity that he was salivating profusely, retching and shrieking like a wounded prairie dog, his eyes bulging to the point that they looked ready to pop out. Every vein in his body bulged prominently. His flesh was an ugly shade of magenta. His hands continuously clenched into fists, relaxed, clenched into fists, relaxed, clenched, and relaxed. In his rabid excitement he urinated his pants. "New world order...I will be the god...of the new world order..." He began to snicker. "I...WILL...BE...THE GAWWWWWWWWD...OF...OF...OF..."

He collapsed to the ground, writhing and thrashing wildly, laughing like a hyena and kicking his legs. He began to cough up blood. "NEWWWWWWW... WORLLLLLLLLLLLLLD......OOOOOOOOOOOOOORDERRRRRRRR....N-"

A moment later, he passed out.

The Red Dragon who had been guarding J.L. and Cyprian picked up his satellite phone and began to dial. "Yes, Mr. Insane? It worked...yes, yes, the gas worked...how ironic! Jennings planned to double-cross you to be the leader of the new world order himself, but you turned the tables on him! Yes, he's sleeping like a baby. I'll- oh, really? You would like to kill him yourself? You, bet sir. Yes. All right. Good-bye." He hung up.

"What's this 'gas' you're talking about?" Cyprian asked.

The Red Dragon shrugged. "Simple. It lulls the victim's mind into a trance, awakens all dormant hatred and anger and amplifies them to the point that the victim becomes temporarily psychotic, and finally kills them. However, Jennings's evil nature was of such great power that he managed to survive the effects. That implies either insanity unparalleled in history...or evil unparalleled in history. Perhaps both."

"Is that gas what you used to make him one of you?" Cyprian asked.

"No, no. He was a Red Dragon for years. However, he thought he was using Saddam Insane to achieve power, when, in reality, Insane was using him. Neither man trusted the other, but only Insane actually made plans to dispose of Jennings in case Insane's suspicions of Jennings's treachery proved accurate, as they did. Jennings was always one of us...ruthless, ambitious, and willing to do anything to advance in the world. Ever since you were a child prodigy, J.L., Jennings has feigned friendship, following you into the limelight and feasting off your growing influence. When you first entered the political arena, Jennings pretended to be your main supporter, although at the time he was already laying out the blueprints for the creation of our great cult, the Red Dragons. Now, that is over. Now, Jennings's former assistant, Saddam Insane, is the master himself! And it is he who shall rule the w-"

"Sorry, pal, it ain't happenin' today!" Orozco shouted, smashing the door open. Drawing their revolvers, he, Lynch, LaFrance, and Hill entered the room. "Freeze, if you value your worthless life, ya punk!"

The Red Dragon did not so much as even turn his head. "Heh, heh...I wouldn't fire at all if I were you..."

"Why not?" Lynch and Hill asked simultaneously.

After unmasking, the Red Dragon turned around. What the four men- as well as J.L. and Cyprian- saw was mind-staggering.

"EVA!? Darling, is that you?" J.L. exclaimed.

Eva nodded. "My plan worked. By disguising myself as a Red Dragon and capturing you, I was able to learn all about Jennings and Insane's plans. I even lied to Insane that Jennings planned to betray him, creating a rift between them! Now, the Red Dragons' plans are ruined, especially now that I took care of Jennings. Hopefully, the pro-Jennings and pro-Insane RD's will wipe each other out, and it'll all be over!"

"Oh, no...I wouldn't count on that..."

A man walked into the room, accompanied by twenty Red Dragons armed with machine guns.

"How clever, young lady," he said. "And beautiful, too. I almost regret having to send you to Hell. Your plan didn't work at all. Insane was going to dispose of Jennings sooner or later anyway." He pointed his machine gun at the unconscious Jennings and fired a flurry of bullets, killing him in cold blood. "Now, come with me...and learn the true meaning of terror!"

RB is a genius of an Rper. He just needed some confidence, thats all.

Thanks. You also described yourself, Dailey, The Horned Rat, and the others in a nutshell (the genius part, that is).

Sorry for the huge delay. It took me awhile to think up the above post (the one with Eva, etc.).

Borsck and his men heard gun shots from the floor above them. Borsck satarted to tell his men "ok men lets move out". about a minute later they were coming up the stairs to the 5th floor when they herd voices of RD troops they prepaired to ambush the troops. Borsck wispered to his men "ok guys this is it time to kill us some RD slime bags"he then added "remember aim high make every shot count".

The Wraith's executive jet sped down the runway, narrowly avoiding the authorities that had tailed him there. Captain Jacob O'Brian watched the plane and roared in frustration. He had been so close. He fired a few shots from his sidearm at the vanishing aircraft, before slamming his headown in frustration.

"Call headquarters. Tell them that son of a bitch got away."

--00--

In the air, The Wraith watched the city's lights vanishing beneath him. Down there his men would be setting up the greatest business enterprise to ever see light. He bid the city good riddance. He was not sorry to see it go. It was a filthy, bloody city. No place for a Generian prince to spend his days. Where he was going he would have no need to worry about that city any more. Using his newfound wealth he could hire people to do that. Ulrich Kreschnev leaned back in the soft seats, imagining his new life. He would build his villa on the Mexican coast. His servants would outnumber his personal army. Yes it was a pleasant fantasy, and so close. When he reached the pit stop in the Dominican Republic he would be joined by his loyal servant Kobak, an old friend from Generia, and another exiled noble. They would leave all of their scorn and shame behind, and travel to the land of milk and honey. Ulrich closed his eyes and relaxed for the first time in years.

The 'death squad' leader signalled to his men to pause. "Silence...I hear footsteps... coming from the floor below."

"Those must be the Dailey soldiers," another Red Dragon replied. "Shall we exterminate them?"

"We shall...here they come...they're right h- CHARGE!!!!!"

Great posts, guys! Keep it up. I'll be back in just a sec- I want to check to see if any of my nations have new issues.

Dailey Phase troops opened fire on the advancing RD troops. Borsck and his men knowing full heartedly that they can handle a few terrorists did not back down no mater what. they kept the fire going untill the power cells were spent and then pulled out there side arms and fired round after round at the RD troops.

Sorry to be a party pooper, but I'm going to bed. I'm really tired. Mind if we pick up where we left off tomorrow? Oh yeah, Dailey, you can decide the RDs' casualties, since they don't belong to any nation. Well, good night. See you guys tomorrow!

Sorry to be a party pooper, but I'm going to bed. I'm really tired. Mind if we pick up where we left off tomorrow? Oh yeah, Dailey, you can decide the RDs' casualties, since they don't belong to any nation. Well, good night. See you guys tomorrow!
No problemo

((OOC: The situation with our exiled noble here is going to develop a lot more when he gets to Mexico, so dont get bored yet!))

A touch on the shoulder awoke the exile. His eyes opened to reveal one of his loyal soldiers, now unmasked, standing over him.

"Your lordship. We are about to touch down in the Dominican Republic."

"Thank you Ivan."

The plane touched down in the pre-dawn darkness on a secluded jungle airstrip. It was raining lightly. Ulrich stepped out of the plane and made his way towards a ramshackle home that stood near the warehouse.

"How long until we can get airborne again?"

"About fifteen minutes, lord," replied the eastern European in charge of the operations at the compound.

"Good. I dont feel comfortable in this place. Could be anything out there." The Generian gestured towards the expanse of jungle. The sun rose, revealing a profoundly grey morning. Despite the clouds, the glare was uncomfortable. Ulrich took a pair of dark sunglasses from his coat and put them on. He took a cigar from the ornate box that Kobak had presented him, and lit it with a lighter that had been a gift from some obscure royal family. He did not recall which one. There were so many of them over there, he thought as he looked over the sea towards Europe. As he puffed on the Cuban cigar, his thoughts wandered to that night so many years ago, when he had been forced to flee that life.

Ulrich James Kreschnev was the bastard son of Emperor Vladimir Kreschnev I and a German maid. The Emperor's affair with her had been brief, but she had yielded a son. The Emperor, being an honorable man, had taken the boy in, but not as his son. He had been treated well, but was unhappy about his status in the Emperor's government. As he grew older his resentment grew as well, especially at the arrival of Leon Bahadori, Kreschnev's adopted Azeri son. The hatred for his father and his family grew so that he began to conspire in the shadows, staying up long into the night to plot the downfall of the Generian Imperial family. All of his plans camse togethor on a cold night in February. Ulrich waited in the shadows on the paths outside of the palace for the Emperor to come along. When he did, the young man confronted his father with an automatic pistol. His father's look of shock, as he was shot twice in the chest was forever burned into Ulrich's head. As his father lay bleeding, Ulrich fled the palace, and Generia. Unfortunately for him, Kreschnev had lived, covering the incident up too well. He had sent assasins and death squads from all over the world to find his would-be killer, but they had all failed. The ex-noble was stronger, and wilier than the Emperor had expected. When the Emperor died, ulrich ahd watched in disgust as his false brother took over the Empire. The noble had long since put away thoughts of bloody revenge, content to cultivate his scheme to make his fortune, but there was still a flame that burned in his heart. A flame that still wanted revenge. As the Generian sat thinking in the warm, tropical rain, he had no idea that his past was about to come back to haunt him.

Kobak walked into the tent, startling his friend and leader.

"I'm sorry, sir. Didn't mean to interrupt you. The plane is ready..."

He was cut off by gunfire and explosions across the compound. A ragged soldier burst in.

"My Lord! Soldiers! I think their after you."

"Shit!" Kobak cursed. "Mercs!"

Ulrich grabbed the Heckler and Koch submachine gun on the table and followed Kobak out ontot he battlefield that the airstrip had become. He squeezed off several rounds in the direction of the attackers, keeping up the dead sprint to his plane. His soldiers covered him as he and Kobak boarded.

"Hurry! Get this damn thing airborne!"

The engine roared to life and the plane started down the runway. Bullets bounced off the armored fuselage, as the aircraft picked up speed. It took off as a tank rolled out in an attempt to block its path.

Kobak sat down across from the deposed prince.

"They were mercs, Ulrich."

"Yes, I know. Sent by my would be brother, I assume. They found me this time. They won't again."

(OOC: Sorry I took so long. I have been busy. I will kind of be in and out of this RP! But here we go!)

Morrison Airport located in state 23:

Flight 411 from Roach Busters has just landed. Insane and five of his Red Dragons got off the plane. In Nellisland you are forced to check in and out of airports using your passports. Insane and his men approached the counter and handed the stewardist his Passport.

"Lets see here..." she said "John Fine. Age 45...from Roach Busters...alright everything seems to be in order...take the doors to your right."

"Thanks you" Insane said with a very poor RB accent.

Insane and his men left the airport when one of his men asked him this question, "Sir...what exactly are we doing here."

"I will be meeting some old friends." said Insane

Two men dressed in black suits and carrying concealed 9mm were following Insane and his men. Insane stopped to call for a cab when the two men approached him.

"Mr. Insane?" said the first man.

"Do I know you?" said Insane.

"We are from the order and we have strict orders to bring you to my leaders or shoot you on site."

"Well there are only two of you and six of us."

But what Insane didn't know was that there was two highly trained snipers a top roof about 30 yards away.

"Alright I'll go." said Insane

"Please follow me!"

They got into a black Lexus 6000 and drove off.

(OOC: I will follow up with his later when I get done with my lawn work!)

When the fire fight was over Borsck and his men came out victorius. however vitory came with great loss 5 men had been killed in the fight and 2 others enjured. Brosck Started to wonder weather or not the 5 APC units attacking the 2 tanks in the front yard would be victorius or not. He then ordered his men up the stairs saying " alright guys Area clear lets get up those dang stairs we have to find the Presedent" he then added "good job boys way to kick some RD arse". one of his men cut in " Sir what should we do with our woonded and dead?" Borsck Replied "we'll come back for them our top priority is geting to the Presendent and geting him out of harms way" he added "ok men Move out, Michel and Millers you stay here and gard the stairs" then Borsck and the rest of the team went up the stairs.

OOC: WOW! Can someone please sum up what I missed?

At the embassy-
"Sir, we have multiple inbound infantry in RB uniforms, they've entered the kill zone."
"They know not to enter that area, oh well. This is obviusly another RD attempt to take the embassy. Open fire."

Along the walls of the embassy compound, automated .50 cal turrets opened up on the charging RDs, claymore mines were set off as wel. Marines began fireing grenades over the walls with extreme accuracy. The RDs were no match, and were once again cut to peices. Blood once again stained the kill zone, and pieces of RDs were thrown all around. A marine captain walked out and took the severed head of an RD and stuck it on a flagpole, which was then impaled through the body of a wounded RD.
"Those fools just never learn." a Marine said as five wounded RDs were dragged into the basement of the embassy for interogation.

OOC: WOW! Can someone please sum up what I missed?

At the embassy-
"Sir, we have multiple inbound infantry in RB uniforms, they've entered the kill zone."
"They know not to enter that area, oh well. This is obviusly another RD attempt to take the embassy. Open fire."

Along the walls of the embassy compound, automated .50 cal turrets opened up on the charging RDs, claymore mines were set off as wel. Marines began fireing grenades over the walls with extreme accuracy. The RDs were no match, and were once again cut to peices. Blood once again stained the kill zone, and pieces of RDs were thrown all around. A marine captain walked out and took the severed head of an RD and stuck it on a flagpole, which was then impaled through the body of a wounded RD.
"Those fools just never learn." a Marine said as five wounded RDs were dragged into the basement of the embassy for interogation.

((OOC: Basically, the original Red Dragon team pulled out of the palace. I have no idea which Dragons you are fighting now, but they are not mine, save two tank in the yard.))

((OOC: Basically, the original Red Dragon team pulled out of the palace. I have no idea which Dragons you are fighting now, but they are not mine, save two tank in the yard.))

OOC: Waiting for you to reply on the attack 5 of My APC units started on the 2 tanks in the front yard

OOC: Waiting for you to reply on the attack 5 of My APC units started on the 2 tanks in the front yard

((OOC: Sorry, I figured you would just say they were destroyed.))

The crew inside the light tank heard the bullets ricochet off of the armor. Captain Angelus Moore opened the hatch and manned the mounted gun.

"Let's give these sons of bitches hell boys!"

He layed down a hail of fire in all directions, cutting many of the soldiers to shred. A bullet clipped his shoulder and he fell back inside the tank. He grunted in pain.

"Bastards damn near took my arm off."

"It's getting pretty hot out there, sir. I think it may be time to withdraw," the vehicle's driver yelled over the noise.

"Withdraw! I'm just getting warmed up!"

The moment he finished his sentence, a rocket hit the underbelly of the tank, throwing the men inside off balance.

"Captain, sir! We're disabled! They knocked out our propulsion!"

The man looked around for his Captain. He found him grimacing on the smoky floor of the tank with a chunk of shrapnel in his leg.

"You boys get out of here. I'll give you cover," Moore said through clenched teeth. "Just get me up to the gun and get the hell out of here."

The two others helped their commander to his feet and jumped out of the hatch, breaking into a sprint towards the hole in the palace wall. Moore manned the gun and fired mercilessly at the enemy soldiers, covering their escape. The second tank moved into revese, pulling out into the street through the gaping hole in the wall. The crew climbed out of the vehicle and ran off into the night, as two rockets smashed into the tank, obliterating it. Captain Moore fired until his gun ran empty. He then drew a sidearm and fired some more. As he yelled his bloody war cry, a rocket propelled grenade hit him dead in the chest.

the driver of the Lead APC desided to Ram the Enemy Tank. He opened up the throtle to full speed and releesed the brakes Saying "Hold on men this is going to be rouph" just then they hit the Tank at 23Kmph. fliping the tank on it's side and stoping right beside the tank the men in the APC opened up the main door and stormed the tank.

((OOC: All of my forces have withdrawn, so I am pretty sure that the palace is back under your control.))

((OOC: All of my forces have withdrawn, so I am pretty sure that the palace is back under your control.))
ya probably unless RB has Red Dragons on the 5th floor

OOC:Who's ready for another scene of torture at the hands of my guys?

BZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhh! You bastards! You'll never win!"
"It looks like we already have, the men in the palace have already been routed."
"Impossible."
"Think what you want, but the question remains. Where's Insane?"
"I don't know, you infidel!"
BZZZZZZZT

By now, his insides began to burn from the electricity. He's a goner.

"Damn, there goes another one, bring out antoher prisoner. Muahahahahaha!"

Borsck and his men reached the 5th floor and started down the hall towards were they heard Gun shots comming from. as they were moving they all changed the power charges on there phace Lances and reloaded there side arms to fight another long batle. Borsck wispered to his men ok Radio that camander dude i need info on were he is this palace is way to big to find him without a general lacation of were to go". The Radio man said to Borsck "Ah Crap the Dang Radio was hit Were Cut off from the unit" Borsck Replied "ok men Split up find the presedent now and find him fast kill all RD troops on sight" he then added "we're going to have to do this the hard arse way. MOVE OUT!".

OOC:Lol*can almost hear the crackling of the electricity*
*Looks back, sees some of Doomingsland's men*
"NNNNOOOOOO"
BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTT
"Mmmm I smell hotdogs"......

I am still (im)patientley waiting the Wraiths reply.....

Message from Second in Cammand of the Dailey APC Bregade to the Doomingsland Embacy:

"This is Emers of the APC Nightengail. We are sending the APC Romanof To the Embacy Units inside are 20 RD prisoners to be interigated. The driver and the Cammander of the Romanof Will be within your Area within the hour please be redy to reseave Enemy Prisoners. ETA 23 minutes".

End of message

OOC:Who's ready for another scene of torture at the hands of my guys?

BZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhh! You bastards! You'll never win!"
"It looks like we already have, the men in the palace have already been routed."
"Impossible."
"Think what you want, but the question remains. Where's Insane?"
"I don't know, you infidel!"
BZZZZZZZT

By now, his insides began to burn from the electricity. He's a goner.

"Damn, there goes another one, bring out antoher prisoner. Muahahahahaha!"

((OOC: Amusing as ever. I love your methods Doomingsland.))

The bullet riddled executive jet touched down at Ulrich Kreschnev's private strip at the Mexico City airport. Ulrich, Kobak, and their bodyguards stepped off of the plane and boarded two limousines that sat waiting for them. The cars were flanked by black sedans, with darkened windows. Escorts for The Wraith and his men. The convoy left the airport and began the journey to Puerto Vallarta, where Ulrich would make his deposits. After a rather long, uneventful trip, the cars stopped in front of a large building with a swiss flag flying in front of it. It was the nicest building in sight, and obviously the most expensive. This particular Swiss bank was notorious, having been used by everyone from Augusto Pinochet of Chile and Juan Peron of Argentina, to the deposed Jean-Bertrand Aristide of Haiti. Ulrich Kreschnev and Mickaiel Kobak entered the bank, accompanied by four of their bodyguards. The rest of the soldiers waited in the cars. It was supposed to be a short stop.

The six men approached the woman at the front desk. She was European like most of the bank's employees. Ulrich spoke:

"I am here to speak with a Mr. Bernard Geneau. Is he in?"

"Do you have an appointment?" the secretary asked, revealing her German accent.

"no, unfortunately not."

"I am sorry then, but Mr. Geneau only speaks with clients who have made an appointment. You will have to come back at another time."

"Just tell him that Ulrich Kreschnev is here to see him."

The woman's expression changed dramatically. Obviously the name made some sense to her.

"One moment."

The woman went into a back office and quickly returned.

"Right this way. Oh, I am sorry, but your..."friends" will have to stay here."

Kreschnev and Kobak followed the woman up several flights of stairs, to a hallway lined with several sealed vaults. She opened one of the vaults, revealing a comfortable setting worthy of a rich man's living room.

"Mr Geneau will be right in to see you."

The woman left the two, proceeding down the hallway to an office.

"Sir, its him. The son."

"Ulrich!? He's here! What the hell was he thinking! I can't have him in my bank!"

"You're going to have to see him."

"Alright, I'll stall. I want you to get the police. ALL of the police."

Geneau left his office and proceeded to the vault.

((OOC: Much more to come. Hang in there Horned Rat.))

"Sir, we've got more prisoners inbound."
"Good, more hotdo- er, information."

The APCs were greeted and the gates were opened, and the prisoners were taken down into the basement.

OOC:I didn't take the time to read the entire RP, so what should I be asking and what would the answers be?

"Sir, we've got more prisoners inbound."
"Good, more hotdo- er, information."

The APCs were greeted and the gates were opened, and the prisoners were taken down into the basement.

OOC:I didn't take the time to read the entire RP, so what should I be asking and what would the answers be?

((OOC:

Q: who the Wraith really is (This wont be that easy, because no one really knows)

A: The Wraith = Prince Ulrich Kreschnev, exiled Generian, son of Emperor Vladimir Kreschnev I

Q: Find out what his plans are (Also a tough one to answer)

A: He wants to use his new control over the Dragons as a money making machine, like an organised crime family

Q: Find out where he is (As you can guess, this one wont be easy either)

A:Mexico, Purto Vallarta for now

OOC:K, thanks.

"Bring in the prisoner!"
The highest ranking of the RDs was dragged into the room and strapped to a chair, electrodes were attached to him.

"Now, I will allow you to answer the questions freely, or you can undergo persuasion."
"I'll never sucumb to your torture, you bastard!"
"Torture, who said anythin about torture? Oh well, the question. Who is this 'Wraith'?"
"I don't know" the prisoner said in an almost sarcastic manner.
"I'm sure."
BZZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
"Are you sure you don't know?"
"Postive!" the RD blurted out.
"Of course you are."
BZZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhhh! Stop it! I command you!"
"One more time, who is the Wraith?"
"I'll never betray my leader!"
"Well, technically you just did by telling us he's your leader."
"Curse you!"
BZZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhhh! My soul is already damned, so I might as well tell you," the RD barely managed to say, "Prince Ulrich Kreschnev, an exiled Generian, son of Emperor Vladimir Kreschnev I. That's all I know of him, I swear."
"Thank you, now I have more questions..."
"Please, no!"
"What are his true plans?"
"I overheard him speak of the plans to a general... wait, I musn't tell you!"
BZZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! He wants to use his new control over the Dragons as a money making machine, like an organized crime family."
"Phah! He is nothing more than a common crimanal."
"I see your point. Very well, I might as well tell you where he is..."

After squezing the information out of the RD, the Reapers were secretly inserted into Mexico, and the rest of the allies were alerted of his wereabouts.

OOC:K, thanks.

"Bring in the prisoner!"
The highest ranking of the RDs was dragged into the room and strapped to a chair, electrodes were attached to him.

"Now, I will allow you to answer the questions freely, or you can undergo persuasion."
"I'll never sucumb to your torture, you bastard!"
"Torture, who said anythin about torture? Oh well, the question. Who is this 'Wraith'?"
"I don't know" the prisoner said in an almost sarcastic manner.
"I'm sure."
BZZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
"Are you sure you don't know?"
"Postive!" the RD blurted out.
"Of course you are."
BZZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhhh! Stop it! I command you!"
"One more time, who is the Wraith?"
"I'll never betray my leader!"
"Well, technically you just did by telling us he's your leader."
"Curse you!"
BZZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhhh! My soul is already damned, so I might as well tell you," the RD barely managed to say, "Prince Ulrich Kreschnev, an exiled Generian, son of Emperor Vladimir Kreschnev I. That's all I know of him, I swear."
"Thank you, now I have more questions..."
"Please, no!"
"What are his true plans?"
"I overheard him speak of the plans to a general... wait, I musn't tell you!"
BZZZZZZZZT
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! He wants to use his new control over the Dragons as a money making machine, like an organized crime family."
"Phah! He is nothing more than a common crimanal."
"I see your point. Very well, I might as well tell you where he is..."

After squezing the information out of the RD, the Reapers were secretly inserted into Mexico, and the rest of the allies were alerted of his wereabouts.

((OOC: That must be some pretty effective torture. That was way too easy. Anyway, wait until the situation at the bank goes off. I have a good idea here.))

OOC:Being electrecuted would easily make people talk, especialy when their insides start to burn.

Whew, looks like you guys have been busy! Nice posts! Doomingsland, do you mind if I try a little torture scene of my own? If you do, I'll edit/delete it.


Downtown RB City, 6:00 P.M.

In the police station, the interrogator paced back and forth restlessly. He shook his head with frustration. "These damned Red Dragons...it just isn't easy getting 'em to talk."
"Indeed," said the captive Red Dragon, smiling. "We are able to withstand even the most abominable torture and still retain our sanity. We are virtually immune to pain."
" 'Immune to pain,' eh? We'll see 'bout that. Bring in the testicular detonator!"
"Testicular detonator? What's that?" the RD asked, frowning.
"Oh, nothing to worry about," the interrogator said, and winked. " 'Nless, of course, you plan on havin' kids some day..."
"WAAAAAHHHHHH! I'LL TALK, I'LL TALK! I'll tell you everything!!!!!" the RD whined, whimpering like a puppy.
"Kinda figured you would," the interrogator said, smiling. "Now...tell me everything you know about the Wraith..."

Ulrich poured himself some scotch from the complimentary bottle on the desk in the bank vault. He took another cigar from his coat pocket. Kobak sat in one the leather chairs, his hand cautiously on one of the automatics holstered underneath his jacket. Geneau walked into the room.

"Greetings, gentlemen. I hear you have some business with me today?"

The men shook hands. Ulrich spoke:

"I need to make a withdrawal."

"That can be accomplished," replied the bank manager. "Do you have the account number and the key?"

"Yes."

"Then I will leave you to your business. As it is the nature of the bank to not allow me to see the contents of your safe deposit box, I will depart."

He turned to leave, but Kobak stopped him.

"No, he'd better stay. I don't like the looks of him."

"Monsieur!" replied Geneu, offended.

"No he's right. You stay here Geneu."

Ulrich inserted his key into the hole next to the safe deposit box. The key was accepted, and the account number was demanded by a small screen next to the vault. Ulrich punched in the number, and the door slowly opened, reveling two briefcases. Kobak took the heavy cases and placed them on the table. He opened the first, revealing stacks of unmarked American bills. He smiled, and opened the second. Inside of this one, were stacks of bearer bonds. Kobak closed the cases, as Geneu looked on in awe.

"That is quite..an....impressive..amount of money," the frenchman said, nearly drooling. He snapped himself out of it, returning to his usual forced smile.

"Well, if that is all, the I trust you men will be on your way."

Kobak picked up the cases and followed Kreschnev out into the hallway, Geneu practically shoving them out of the vault. They left the sound proof room just in time to hear gunshots erupting down the stairs.

Ulrich spun on the bank manager, pinning him against the wall and whipping out the Uzi he ahd under his trench coat.

"What the hell is this, Geneu!? Are you trying to set me up!"

Geneu whimpered, begging for his life.

"Please, I have no idea what this is, let me go! Oh, please don't kill me," he said, distressed tot he point of tears.

"Alright you French bastard! Take those cases, and get to the staircase! Move!" Ulrich yelled. The man did as he was told. Kobak drew the two automatics from his coat and went ahead of the bank manager. Ulrich followed behind.

Downstairs, the two bodyguards had taken cover, and were engaged in a shoot out with the Mexican authorities. Ulrich's men outside were having a similar problem. The bodyguards were better equipped than the police, with AK assault rifles, and HK submachine guns.

Kobak burst into the staircase, only to be shot at by an officer who had broken through the chaos in the lobby. The Generian shot the officer twice in the chest, and gave the all clear to his leader and the bank manager with the money. They approached the ground floor, only to watch their men in the lobby overrun by the authorities. Ulrich aimed his gun at Geneau.

"What now, Geneau? You got us into this, and now you can get us out."

Geneau frantically tried to think.

"The parking garage! Follow me."

He raced down the staircase into the underground levels of the bank, coming to a door. The sign read "parking."

"There are a few armored cars. We'll use those."

"You slip up, and you're a dead man."

"Relax, they'll kill me just as soon as they will you."

The men opened the door to be met with gunfire from a team of police waiting in the garage. The men took cover. Ulrich moved to the right, ducking behind cars as he went. He came up behind the five policemen, unleashing death on them with the Uzi. Kobak took the opportunity, and charged the men, firing off his automatics. When the smoke cleared, the cops lay dead. The men reloaded and moved towards an armored police van. The driver sat cowering in the front seat. Ulrich climbed in next to him. The others got into the back.

"Drive!" Ulrich commanded, aiming his gun at the frightened man.

He did as he was told, and the van sped off into the street, away from the embattled bank.

"Take us to the Puerto Vallarta airstip. If you screw up, I turn your head into a canoe."

The driver whimpered his acknowledgement, speeding through the city towards the airfield. The men would have to organise some other form of air transport now.

The police van approached the airport.

"Go straight through that gate."

"Onto the airfield?!"

"Do it!"

The armored truck crashed through the light metal gate, sending security guards scrambling. Ulrich pointed to a small jet near the terminal.

"There."

The van came to a screeching hault next to the airplane. The back doors flew open and Kobak and Geneau jumped out. Two airport security guards ran from the terminal exit. Kobak made short work of them with his pistols. He then turned his gun on Geneau.

"Its been fun, frog, but we can't have you tagging along for this ride."

Kobak pulled the trigger, blowing off a chunk of the man's skull.

The two entered the plane, holding their weapons aloft.

"This is a hijacking! Stay calm, and nobody dies today!"

Ulrich moved to towards the back of the plane, while Kobak entered the cockpit.

"Hey, what are you doing in he.." The pilot cut himself off when he saw the man's weapons.

"Get us airborne!"

The pilot, not a man to argue with the barrel of a gun, did as he was told, taxiing the plane towards the runway.

OOC:LOL! Kinda reminds me of the first torture scene were I threatend to cut off the guys dick with a laser.

OOC:Being electrecuted would easily make people talk, especialy when their insides start to burn.

((OOC: True. I see your point. I wouldn't want to be electrocuted.))

((OOC: euhhhhhh...a laser?! Testicular detonators?! I will never become a terrorist as long as I live.))

OOC:LOL! Kinda reminds me of the first torture scene were I threatend to cut off the guys dick with a laser.

That's hilarious, lol!

The Reapers were fully informed of what was going on, they were monitering the police radio traffic. They pulled onto the runway in a black van, the plane had already begun taxiing. They drove up next to the plane, and blew open the main entrance with an M203 grendade. The men lept out of the van onto the moving plane...

Can't you just use cut off limbs like civilized humans!?

Some people may consider the dick to be a limb...

((OOC: I want to use Ulrich for something important in Generia. Can you keep him alive?))

Some people may consider the dick to be a limb...

True, true.

OOC:Awww, fine. Do you want me to take him alive, or for my guys to mistake him for a passenger?

OOC:Awww, fine. Do you want me to take him alive, or for my guys to mistake him for a passenger?

Its up to you.

OOC:So, as long as he gets to Generia its fine?

OOC:So, as long as he gets to Generia its fine?

OOC: So long as he survives its fine. It doesn't matter where.

((OOC: It might be cool if you arrested and imprisoned Ulrich.))

The crimson-haired man lumbered down the sidewalk with a pompous swagger that made it apparent to all that he considered himself superior to everyone around him. He stoked his blood-red goatee thoughtfully and chuckled. It was ironic that he and his employer, Jennings (who, unbeknownst to the crimson-haired man, was now dead), were nearly identical. Both were of similar build, both were lone wolves by nature, both had such ambitious natures that they permitted nothing to hinder their path to power, both had infinite contempt for human life, and both had insatiable greed.
A Dailey policeman nodded curtly to the man, but he just waved his hand impatiently.
Snorting in disgust at the man's rudeness, the Dailey policeman shook his head and walked on.
Putting on a pair of sunglasses and a rumpled fedora, the crimson-haired man walked into a small gas station, swinging his hips and swaggering as he walked, holding his head so high that practically the only part of his face you could see was his slender, pointed chin.
"May I help you, sir?" asked the young man at the counter politely.
The crimson-haired man did not bother replying. He would never permit himself to be degraded to the point that he actually felt compelled to interact with those who were inferior to him.
He stood before the counter, peering past the young man, searching for what he was looking for.
"Sir, are you all right?"
The man did not reply. Finally, he found what he was looking for. He did a series of flips in the air, landed behind the young man and the counter, and, with the swiftness of a mongoose preparing to lunge a cobra, he swiped a carton of cigarettes, flipped back over the counter, and headed for the door.
"H-Hey, you hafta pay for that!" the young man said in a high-pitched, whiny voice.
The crimson-haired man shrugged. He ripped open the carton, plucked out a cigarette, lit it, and was on his way. Now that he had a butt to calm his nerves, it was time to locate and eliminate his prey: Jonathan Antensen I.

Aboared the plane-
It had ground to a halt after taking the hit from the M203. 4 Men aprroached the cockpit door and placed breaching charges. They were set off, a flash bang was tossed, and the brains of the terrorist were splattered all over the cockpit. Another 4 men moved to secure the rear of the plane. The knew what the Wraith looked like...

OOC:I've gotta go for tonight, cya guys.

Ulrich watched as his old friend was killed right before his eyes. His soul screamed in agony, as memories of he and Kobak as children came flooding back to him. His teeth clenched in rage and his eyes burned. He ripped the dark sunglasses away from his face and threw them aside, rising from the seat. He drew a second submachine gun from his coat as he let out a tremendous roar. The passengers cowered in fear at the enraged beast that now stood towering in the back of their plane. He aimed the two guns at the anti terrosrists and unleashed hell.

OOC:I was able to get back on the comp early.

The CTs saw as the man rose from the crowd, one of them was armed with a taser and quickly dropped the terrorist, but not before he got a few rounds off and wounded a CT. They took Ulrich into custody, and headed to Generia.

OOC:I think I'll give Ulrich a hand, you aren't off the plane yet, while the gamble pay off.....
The plane should have a cargo hold, correct(you hijacked a passenger plane)

IC:The gutter runners tracking the Wraith slipped onboard the plane, cutting open a hole in the cargo hold. Useing plane schematics, they torched there way through the metal, emerging in a concealed compartmant. The 10 gutter runners had no need to cock there MP 5s, these guys weren't stupid. An explosion had rocked the plane, and it sounded like others had boarded, gunshots were heard. Footsteps were approaching, but they stopped, whatever they came on board, they found. Useing hand signals, they prepared to fight. One would rush accros into the adjacent bathroom, hopefully makeing it, as there was the elimante(Spelling) of surprise. Another would dive out, and take down the hostiles, while another did the same, only behind the cover of trays. The rest would wait, see how this turns out.
1...2....3!!!!
Almost as one, the 3 GRs moved, the one heading to the bathroom did a dive into a roll, the middle man hit the floor hard, but picked one of the....soldiers....and opened fire in sinlge shot, so he didn't hit their target(for rescue), the third one did like wise, only he had a better line of fire to another one and was useing 3 shot bursts.........

OOC:I was able to get back on the comp early.

The CTs saw as the man rose from the crowd, one of them was armed with a taser and quickly dropped the terrorist, but not before he got a few rounds off and wounded a CT. They took Ulrich into custody, and headed to Generia.

((OOC: How would a man get close enough to use a taser on a man firing two submachine guns? A plane is a rather narrow space.))

((OOC: How would a man get close enough to use a taser on a man firing two submachine guns? A plane is a rather narrow space.))

Actually never mind that. Tase all you like.

OOC:I think I'll give Ulrich a hand, you aren't off the plane yet, while the gamble pay off.....
The plane should have a cargo hold, correct(you hijacked a passenger plane)

IC:The gutter runners tracking the Wraith slipped onboard the plane, cutting open a hole in the cargo hold. Useing plane schematics, they torched there way through the metal, emerging in a concealed compartmant. The 10 gutter runners had no need to cock there MP 5s, these guys weren't stupid. An explosion had rocked the plane, and it sounded like others had boarded, gunshots were heard. Footsteps were approaching, but they stopped, whatever they came on board, they found. Useing hand signals, they prepared to fight. One would rush accros into the adjacent bathroom, hopefully makeing it, as there was the elimante(Spelling) of surprise. Another would dive out, and take down the hostiles, while another did the same, only behind the cover of trays. The rest would wait, see how this turns out.
1...2....3!!!!
Almost as one, the 3 GRs moved, the one heading to the bathroom did a dive into a roll, the middle man hit the floor hard, but picked one of the....soldiers....and opened fire in sinlge shot, so he didn't hit their target(for rescue), the third one did like wise, only he had a better line of fire to another one and was useing 3 shot bursts.........

((OOC: Thanks for the help. I need to wait to see what Doomingsland says before I do anything.))

OOC:My guys ARE off the plane already, you're a little too late. It was a fairly small plane, so we just grabbed him and got back in our van and let the cops try to figure out what happend.

OOC:Oh, wait, nevermind.

Tyrandis Immigration Department

The reports of terrorist activity from the Republic of Roach-Busters was unnerving, to say the least. For the first time since the attempted invasion of the Tyrandis homeland by Arabs from the peninsula, the threat warning level was raised to RED.

Hunter-Killer teams of CAH-52 King Dragon helicopters roamed the borders of the major islands. Roving in wolf-like packs, the attack units destroyed every single unidentifed boat on the Indian Ocean.

Although the Triumviate came under fire for obliterating boatloads of refugees, Tyrandis did not care. After all, these "Red Dragons" or whatever they called themselves had already bombed embassies throughout the world.

Who knew what havoc they could cause if they snuck into the mainland?

Finally, after weeks of fruitless searching, Tyrandis Department of Defense teams hit paydirt.

Evidently, the Red Dragon detachment to Tyrandis hid themselves in the Neo-Soviet Russian diplomatic baggage, in an apparent attempt to provoke war between the nations.

All five members of the cell were tortured to death in the most horrible ways imaginable.

OOC: oh crap looks like they hosed a bunch of civillians

IC: The supposed "soldier" was nothing more than civillians holding guns taken from fallen. This time the gutter runners moved in quickly. 1 Man was speaking rapidly in mexican, one of the gutter runners stopped, staring with a blank expression, the man was clearly begging for his life. He grinned, watching the man-thing get down on his hands and knees, begging, it was...pitiful, unfortunatley, for the passengers, Eshin is without pity, taking the MP 5, the mexican looked up...*Bang*...the bullet resounded throught the narrow area, the mans grey matter splatered all over the floor. This got the civillians to stop their useless crys, taken to the back, lined up in neat rows, the gutter runners raised there weapons and shot them all, all head level, fagments of skulls, stringy clumps of brains and the wet blood covered the rear area. 3 Gutter runners shot the lock on the door and ordered the pilots
"Slow this plane down, then decend twoards the ground"

"And die in a crash"

"That path has a chance, our weapons offer no chance"

The doomed plane began to slow down, over a large flat mesa.....

((OOC: Where exactly is Ulrich right now? I am so confused.))

Borsck and his men finaly secure the Palace and start a full out search for Presedent J.L.

OOC: Morning guys, sorry I didn't post yesterday, but the Forums f**ked up for me, and erased my five page's worth of writing! So, I'm going to redo it, but do it in bits, so RB can respond etc. Also, I'm a big fan of MGS and Splinter Cell, so expect references to them.

This will be rated 'R' though, for graphic gore, swears, and graphic use of how a Nuke wipes out half a block ! ;)

Not really! The warhead only contains 1/8th of the Plutonium concentrate it needs, so there will be lots of Initial radiation, and quite a bit of destruction, but either way, no fallout, no ground zero, and no immensely large holes in your city. I have a good reason for having the warhead in my hands, and it'll also capture the attention of RD, and so, prepare for one of the most attacks anyone's experienced.



IC: A huge skyscraper, about thirty storeys high, loomed over 31st Street. This skyscraper, was the main office for 4i, RB's biggest Venture Capital Company, and surprisingly, held 10% worth of the National Budget. And today, as every other normal day, Lloyd Martese, owner of 4i, beat the Morning rush hour in his Ferrari Enzo, and drove up to the Security Checkpoint. After a retinal scan, and two successfully answered questions about his family, the barrier in front of him opened, and Lloyd drove in...

On an apartment building opposite, a man dressed urban camouflage, watched the whole exchange at the checkpoint through some Digital Binoculars. When Lloyd entered the underground car park, the man stopped watching, and got out a Cell Phone. Flipping it open, his fingers danced over the buttons, until a text box opened up. His hands flew over the keys, until two words appeared in the box. These two words would initiate Outer Heaven's first Campaign, and if all went well, there would be no need for another campaign. The man, sent the message to three different contacts, each 50KM south...

Four men sat in a run down truck, each in camouflage. One wore a Red Beret cap, indicating he was the leader of the group. Feeling something vibrate in his pocket, the leader reached in, and his hands grasped around his Cell Phone. He pulled it out, and flicked the phone open. The phone flashed 'NEW MESSAGE', and two words appeared in the screen. The man read the words, and he grinned.

He got up, and went up to a screen. He knocked on it, and a haired man turned around. This man, was Liquidus Snake, leader of Outer Heaven MK II. He grinned at Franco, the man in the Beret cap.
"What's the word?" he asked Franco. Franco showed the message to Liquidus, and he grinned.
"Right then, let's get started," he said. The truck started up with an ear-splitting roar, and then a low 'chugga-chugga'. Franco turned and sat down. Pandora tomorrow had begun...

OOC:Ulrich is on his way to Generia

Generian airspace-

"This is Charlie two-niner, request permision to land with cargo."

OOC:Hmmm, I've got a caracter based off Solid Snake, but with Fisher's equiptment, do you want him to get involved with your thing?

OOC: Sure! That'd be quite cool. Counter-Terrorist Agent Vs. ist Leader, sounds good to me. But remember, OHMK II's members are highly skilled and are quite high in numbers, so it'd be a while before you got to Liquidus. And by the way, out base of Ops is somewhere in RB at the mo.

Imperial Military Airfield, outside of Generia City-

"Roger. what's the cargo, Charlie two-niner?"

Leftenate Borsck Calls centrail cammand for reinforcments

"This is Leftenart Borsck Requesting Resuply of troops and Armor and power cells." he then Added "Palace secured with minimum Casualties in total 9 elite dead 6 wounded".

With the end of his sentence the Radio operator at Centrail Cammand started to bark out orders for a second squad of Phace Lansers to Head for the Presedential Palace of RB.

Borsck Said over a General message to any allied forces in Radio range
"Requesting Medical Evac for 6 criticaly wounded men please hurry".

with the orders to move out in hand Sargent Michelle of the 22nd Phace Lancer Brigade started to order all her troops into the 30 APCs the unit had ready to move at a moments notice. 2 minutes later the APCs were moving at full speed towards RB teritory. the Driver Said the Sargent Michelle "Sir ETA 18 hours 37 minutes" She responded "Good Job, I hope Borsck Can hold out that long" with that sentence the men in the APC became silent.

The crimson-haired man let out a long whistle when he glimpsed the enormous and luxuriant residence of Dailey's Jonathan Antensen I. "Whew, this bastard definitely loves livin' large," he thought. "Maybe after I whack the guy I'll settle in here myself."
He put on a heavy trenchcoat, a pair of meticulously polished leather boots, a pair of sunglasses, and a rumpled fedora, then strolled over to the main gate.
"Sir, do you have an appointment?" the guard asked politely.
"No, but you do," the man replied. "With Satan. Give 'im my regards, hm?"
The crimson-haired man scaled the tower in less than ten seconds, and then revealed his right hand to the astonished guard: his right hand had no fingers; in their place were five meat hooks.
"I kinda like ya," the man said, thrusting his hook-fingered hand into the guard's abdomen. "I guess you could say I'm 'hooked' on you!"
"Bas...tard..."
"Oh, don't bother trying to offend me by mentioning my illegitimacy," the man said, smiling sardonically. "I made myself a bastard. I killed my ol' man when I was nine years old...and my not-so-dear, not-so-sweet b**** of a mother two years afterwards!"
The man ripped his hand back out, eviscerating the guard and killing him in cold blood. Intestines slithered out of his slitted stomach like fat snakes, plopping onto the ground with a wet splat. Torrents of blood cascaded from the disemboweled guard, spraying the crimson-haired man profusely.
Ignoring the mess, he operated the controls which opened the gate, then jumped down twenty feet to the ground. The force of the impact did not injure him in the slightest.
Then, discarding his blood-soaked clothes and changing quickly, he sneaked onto the premises to hunt his intended victim.

Back at the Presidential Palace, President J.L. was saved from death by the sound of footsteps.

"What the hell?" one of the Red Dragons said.

"It's more of those imbecilic, meddling Dailey soldiers!" one of his aides reported. "They outnumber us two to w-"

"I don't care if they outnumber us a million to one. They are mere mortals, conceived in mediocrity...we are divine beings, destined to plunge the world into an age of darkness and bloodshed from which the new world order shall rise like a phoenix from the ashes! Good ALWAYS triumphs over evil! And thus we shall liquidate the Daileyans like the insignificant insects they are!"

Then, knocking out LaFrance, Orozco, Lynch, and Hill, the Red Dragons exited into the hallway, drew their machine guns, and waited for the Dailey soldiers to enter their line of fire.

No one appeared. They were greeted by no one and by nothing...except dead silence.

"Hm, false alarm, I guess," a Red Dragon said.

"Don't you wish!?" a voice bellowed behind them.

"WHAT THE?!!? IT'S THE DAIL-"

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Before they could so much as turn around to confront their attackers, the Red Dragons all crumpled to the floor like shirts that had fallen from their hangers.

(Sorry if my recent posts have sucked so bad, but it's getting hard thinking of ideas)

Anyone have any ideas? I'm all out at the moment.

Anyone have any ideas? I'm all out at the moment.

((OOC: You could have some RDs bust Ulrich out when he gets to Generia.))

((OOC: You could have some RDs bust Ulrich out when he gets to Generia.))

((OOC: Also, sorry if my posting has been rather thin here lately. Im a bit preoccupied with the McQuaide war and...other things.))

OOC: Well, try focusing on my thread, that should help getting ideas, and I need peeps to respond to THAT thread before i can continue anyway.

Borsck stated to the people inside the office the RDs came out of "Are any friendlies in there? he then told his men to take up flanking positions of the door. One Man kicked in the door and stormed the room not firering a single shot the rest of the unit fallowed after him aiming there guns at any one in the room yelling "freeze now or die". Borsck started to look around the room realizing that they were all RB goverment forces he then said to his men "Guys it's clear lower you wepons there frendly" he then asked in his Belowing voice "who of you is Presedent J.L.?"

OOC:I can try to help give some action, but I need to know where Ulrich is(the posts seem conflicting and I'm confused), allow some of my people to recapture him, and a twist will be revealed, with another one coming.......
(I wrote some ideas up last night when I was stuck off-line.....)

OOC:I can try to help give some action, but I need to know where Ulrich is(the posts seem conflicting and I'm confused), allow some of my people to recapture him, and a twist will be revealed, with another one coming.......
(I wrote some ideas up last night when I was stuck off-line.....)

Ulrich is on a Doomingsland transport plane preparing to land at a Generian military airfield, where he is to be quietly incarcerated without trial. I was thinking an ambush at the airport or something, but be stealthy about it. I suppose you have stealth-type skaven, right?

OOC:That's all Eshin is, every single operation comitted in the dark, they do it. For the sake of the RP, lets assume that they do manage to get him(It will be RP-ed, just predetemine that), is that ok?

This will be a shortened post....
IC:In airfields in generia, the black garbbed members of eshin crept in, and waited. They were in ventalation shafts, boiler rooms, any dark place that isn't bothered too often, occasinaly a rat would be found swimming in the toilet, eager to get out.......
(doomings Island, none of your guys have to die for this if you don't want, but you can make the Gutter Runners pay in blood for their mission objective)

In the palace of his holiness:

the Radio man reports to the Cammander of the 2 Elite units that are in the palace " Sir Main gate has not checked in" the Cammander responded " Alert Red move move move" Alarms started to sound in the palace and a mechanical voice started to repeat over and over again "ENEMY IN THE COMPOND All MEN CODE RED ALERT!!!!!!!!!" with that alarm 60 elite troops begain to mobilize to hunt for the enemy that had entered the Palace grounds.

I'm really, really sorry, but I'm fresh out of ideas...I'll probably come up with some by tonight, though, so not to worry...

OOC:OK, I'll kill a bunch of your guys but they can still make off with him.

"Roger, control. Cargo is living, I recomend you get some cops down there ASAP."

The C17 touched down in the airport, the Reapers led the blindfolded Ulrich down the ramp. They figured a rescue attempt would be made, and had a few tricks up their sleave...


Near OHMII headquarters...

Agent Scorpion was in the process of a HALO jump. He touched down, undetected. His subdermal radio crackled...
"Remember Scorp, your dealing with a highly trained group of terrorists, don't f*** up."
"Sure thing, general."
Scorpion had his ninja suit on, and made his way to the base silently. He came upon a CYPHER drone...

Generian intelligence had been monitoring the movements of the deposed prince carefully since day one. Now they had him, and were paying very close attention to the situation. The Doomingsland agents had been active lately, but GI was prepared to let them operate freely, as long as a careful eye was kept on them. They could be useful. Several teams of Generian Imperial military police were ready to recieve the prisoner at the airport, and transport him directly to a Generian government incarceration facility. This was not a civilian job. The men were equipped with Ak-74 assault rifles, and Desert Eagle sidearms. If something was going to happen they would be ready.

((OOC: Better be real creative HR.))

The Reapers brought their prisoner over too the MPs in chains.
"I believe this belongs to you," said Lt. Shephard.

The Reapers brought their prisoner over too the MPs in chains.
"I believe this belongs to you," said Lt. Shephard.

Captain Ilyich Zabav, head of the MPs for this operation, smiled.

"Yes, I believe it does. We misplaced that a while ago. Thank you for returning it to us."

Two MPs grabbed the shackled Ulrich, and led him towards the waiting armored van.

The crimson-haired man sucked in as much breath as he could feasibly muster, filling his lungs to their capacity. Then, exerting every ounce of energy in his body, summoning forth as much speed as possible, he rushed toward the door to Jonathan Antensen I's bedroom, leapt into the air, and slammed his foot into the door, smashing it to the floor, with a deafening, resounding CRASH! that he immediately regretted as it could betray his presence and ruin everything. He froze like a deer at the sight of an incoming car. He waited. His almost supernaturally keen ears detected nothing. There was no indication that he was in danger. Letting out a sigh of relief, he entered the bedroom, took out his tools, and went to work on the light switch. Ten minutes later, he was done. As soon as someone turned on the light, the entire room would burst into flames, immediately incinerating the hapless victim to smoldering ashes. Then, he slipped back into the shadows as silently as he had come.

"Not a problem. I hope our two countries will continue in friendship."

Sargent Michelle's Phace Lancer Bregade Arives at the Presedential Palace of RB.

the 30 APCs take up positions around the palace creating a wall of MG42 turent and AA terent Armed APC tanks Redy to iliminate any forces that would attack.

Michelle said to her men "ok all prepair for an attack ones the RD troops realize J.L. is safe they are sure to try and break back into the palace".

The Radio man in one of the APCs said over the Radio "Leftenat Borsck are you there?" Borsck broke into a screem of Joy saying "hell ya our Reinforcements have arived" he then said over the Radio " Damb glad to see you guys. Who is your cammanding officer?" Michelle spoke up "Sir that would be me Sargent Michelle Paterson of the Elite Squad"

OOC:Uh-oh, looks like lots of dead to be had.....

IC:A group of 5 average humans had walked in, laughing about some joke....

The "leader" walked up to the ticket ordering stand, noticing the heavily armed soldiers, Oh well, the horned rat will bless us....

"Hello, can i pleas ehave yo"
The receptionist was shot in her face, along with her co-worker, the other 3 opened up up with Bizon machine pistols, hosing the general area of a 7 strong patrol. The last one, carrying a duffel bag, lept to a fountain, un-zipped the Nike product revealing 40 pounds of C-4......
"To the world I bid good bye" he whisperd, seeing the armed guards opening fire on him and his team, multiple rounds struck him, killing him, but not before he set off the C-4.....

(Before the guys started shooting)
Now, the operation would begin as soon as their human servants arrived, gathered in spots all over the station was over 400 gutter runners, plus a couple hundred giant rats. For each day, when it was empty, or closed, the Gutter Runners set up specially made airport objects(chairs, desks, benchs, vehicles, ramps, etc.), only each and every one of them had 5-15 pounds of C-4, it was all over, some even under the floor, giveing a hundred foot clear circle where the de-boarding entrances and airport exits are. 1 Gutter runner with a delightful Skyre toy, allowing him to see through walls, seen the bio-tech bug implanted in the wraiths skull. "Target is hear, repeat, target is hear, he is getting off of a port"

"Roger that, get ready for the fire works"

All occupants of the men and women bathrooms were already dead, executed by silenced Walther PPKs. Accompyining the closest group were 5 giant rats(think hounds, only better).

The warlock engineer in charge of the explosives was looking at the switch with a grim happiness, all he got to do was flick a switch, he wouldn't get to see it, then the signal was given, he heard the gunfire(the humans are shooting at this point).
"Count down NOW" was the order heard in the musty, humid boiler room.

"3....2.....1"
A little *tick* was heard as the trigger that weighed less than an ounce, caused the deafining explosion of over 500 pounds of explosives.(by now, he was at the entrance) Almost the entire airport terminal was gone when out of the hidey holes, in addition to new ones made from the explosions, the forces attacked. 2 squads of fifteen chraged at the guards(of the wraith), opening up with single shots from their MP 5s, on the roof, glass shatered, as 5 gutter runners zoomed in on them, and opened up with their M1A2 Anti-matter rifle(no, not future tech, lit's like an anti-tanks sniper rifle), sending .50 caliber rounds down their. The hounds were realesed in a different direction....from the rear, forcing the defenders to split their fire....

The remaing soldiers were being attacked by shadows from the craters, a lone gutter runner here, 4 there, 1 group was consolidating in an abandoned basement, getting in stragglers to sweep away all remenants of resistance, its numbers now reaching the 40s......
(I'm sorry for it not being to good, but my dad is on his way to pick me up, and I have to hurry)

OOC:Uh-oh, looks like lots of dead to be had.....

IC:A group of 5 average humans had walked in, laughing about some joke....

The "leader" walked up to the ticket ordering stand, noticing the heavily armed soldiers, Oh well, the horned rat will bless us....

"Hello, can i pleas ehave yo"
The receptionist was shot in her face, along with her co-worker, the other 3 opened up up with Bizon machine pistols, hosing the general area of a 7 strong patrol. The last one, carrying a duffel bag, lept to a fountain, un-zipped the Nike product revealing 40 pounds of C-4......
"To the world I bid good bye" he whisperd, seeing the armed guards opening fire on him and his team, multiple rounds struck him, killing him, but not before he set off the C-4.....

(Before the guys started shooting)
Now, the operation would begin as soon as their human servants arrived, gathered in spots all over the station was over 400 gutter runners, plus a couple hundred giant rats. For each day, when it was empty, or closed, the Gutter Runners set up specially made airport objects(chairs, desks, benchs, vehicles, ramps, etc.), only each and every one of them had 5-15 pounds of C-4, it was all over, some even under the floor, giveing a hundred foot clear circle where the de-boarding entrances and airport exits are. 1 Gutter runner with a delightful Skyre toy, allowing him to see through walls, seen the bio-tech bug implanted in the wraiths skull. "Target is hear, repeat, target is hear, he is getting off of a port"

"Roger that, get ready for the fire works"

All occupants of the men and women bathrooms were already dead, executed by silenced Walther PPKs. Accompyining the closest group were 5 giant rats(think hounds, only better).

The warlock engineer in charge of the explosives was looking at the switch with a grim happiness, all he got to do was flick a switch, he wouldn't get to see it, then the signal was given, he heard the gunfire(the humans are shooting at this point).
"Count down NOW" was the order heard in the musty, humid boiler room.

"3....2.....1"
A little *tick* was heard as the trigger that weighed less than an ounce, caused the deafining explosion of over 500 pounds of explosives.(by now, he was at the entrance) Almost the entire airport terminal was gone when out of the hidey holes, in addition to new ones made from the explosions, the forces attacked. 2 squads of fifteen chraged at the guards(of the wraith), opening up with single shots from their MP 5s, on the roof, glass shatered, as 5 gutter runners zoomed in on them, and opened up with their M1A2 Anti-matter rifle(no, not future tech, lit's like an anti-tanks sniper rifle), sending .50 caliber rounds down their. The hounds were realesed in a different direction....from the rear, forcing the defenders to split their fire....

The remaing soldiers were being attacked by shadows from the craters, a lone gutter runner here, 4 there, 1 group was consolidating in an abandoned basement, getting in stragglers to sweep away all remenants of resistance, its numbers now reaching the 40s......
(I'm sorry for it not being to good, but my dad is on his way to pick me up, and I have to hurry)

'Not being too good?' Don't be silly, it was great!

OOC:Uh-oh, looks like lots of dead to be had.....

IC:A group of 5 average humans had walked in, laughing about some joke....

The "leader" walked up to the ticket ordering stand, noticing the heavily armed soldiers, Oh well, the horned rat will bless us....

"Hello, can i pleas ehave yo"
The receptionist was shot in her face, along with her co-worker, the other 3 opened up up with Bizon machine pistols, hosing the general area of a 7 strong patrol. The last one, carrying a duffel bag, lept to a fountain, un-zipped the Nike product revealing 40 pounds of C-4......
"To the world I bid good bye" he whisperd, seeing the armed guards opening fire on him and his team, multiple rounds struck him, killing him, but not before he set off the C-4.....

(Before the guys started shooting)
Now, the operation would begin as soon as their human servants arrived, gathered in spots all over the station was over 400 gutter runners, plus a couple hundred giant rats. For each day, when it was empty, or closed, the Gutter Runners set up specially made airport objects(chairs, desks, benchs, vehicles, ramps, etc.), only each and every one of them had 5-15 pounds of C-4, it was all over, some even under the floor, giveing a hundred foot clear circle where the de-boarding entrances and airport exits are. 1 Gutter runner with a delightful Skyre toy, allowing him to see through walls, seen the bio-tech bug implanted in the wraiths skull. "Target is hear, repeat, target is hear, he is getting off of a port"

"Roger that, get ready for the fire works"

All occupants of the men and women bathrooms were already dead, executed by silenced Walther PPKs. Accompyining the closest group were 5 giant rats(think hounds, only better).

The warlock engineer in charge of the explosives was looking at the switch with a grim happiness, all he got to do was flick a switch, he wouldn't get to see it, then the signal was given, he heard the gunfire(the humans are shooting at this point).
"Count down NOW" was the order heard in the musty, humid boiler room.

"3....2.....1"
A little *tick* was heard as the trigger that weighed less than an ounce, caused the deafining explosion of over 500 pounds of explosives.(by now, he was at the entrance) Almost the entire airport terminal was gone when out of the hidey holes, in addition to new ones made from the explosions, the forces attacked. 2 squads of fifteen chraged at the guards(of the wraith), opening up with single shots from their MP 5s, on the roof, glass shatered, as 5 gutter runners zoomed in on them, and opened up with their M1A2 Anti-matter rifle(no, not future tech, lit's like an anti-tanks sniper rifle), sending .50 caliber rounds down their. The hounds were realesed in a different direction....from the rear, forcing the defenders to split their fire....

The remaing soldiers were being attacked by shadows from the craters, a lone gutter runner here, 4 there, 1 group was consolidating in an abandoned basement, getting in stragglers to sweep away all remenants of resistance, its numbers now reaching the 40s......
(I'm sorry for it not being to good, but my dad is on his way to pick me up, and I have to hurry)
Nice post

something's missing, I know I left out testicle torture(I'm sure some gutter runners played a "prank" on another one, I just didn't mention it), but something is missing.......
EDIT:Most likely when i log off, that means I'm going to my dads, and will be back on in 2-3 hours about.....

Ulrich heard the gunfire explode around him. He sensed that his guards occupied and took his opportunity. He threw his shackled body at the legs of man nearest him. The added weight of the chains shattered the man's shins. Ulrich pulled his bound hands under his legs, and awkwardly removed his blindfold. The sunlight nearly blinded his eyes, that had grown so accustomed to the dark. Through squinted eyes he saw the Captain of the MPs charging straight for him. Ulrich held his breath waiting to be cut down. Just as Ilyich Zabav raised his weapon to fire, a 50 calibur round penetrated through his back, shattering his spinal column. He fell awkwardly to the ground. One of the Skaven came up behind the man and fired a second round into his head. The creature ran towards Ulrich, roughly getting him to his feet. The insanely powerful creature, snapped the prisoner's manacles, freeing him from his bound state. The skaven picked up an assault rifle off the ground and handed it to Ulrich. It was time to make himself scarce.

something's missing, I know I left out testicle torture(I'm sure some gutter runners played a "prank" on another one, I just didn't mention it), but something is missing.......

The escape is the only thing missing here. Great post, though. Im beginning to like these skaven critters.

The crimson-haired man hung up the phone, smiling to himself. Now that Antensen was as good as dead, he would soon be a rich man. He-

"Sir?"

He turned around and saw a police officer.

"Sir, we heard reports of a suspicious character near His Holiness' home? Who are you?"

The man smiled. "Oh, there you are, officer! There's a phone call for you!"

He walked out of the booth.

The officer picked up the phone. "Hello?"

The crimson-haired man pushed a button and the phone booth exploded like kegs of dynamite. Smoke filled the air as bloody limbs flew everywhere. A second later, the crimson-haired man was in the sewers, laughing it up at the dead police officer's expense.

"Thank you all very much for saving us," President J.L. told the leader of the Dailey rescue force.

"Our pleasure, sir," the soldier replied, smiling politely.

President J.L. was just about to add something, when all of a sudden Premier Vang ran into the room. "J.L.!"

"What is it?" J.L. replied.

"Our intelligence sources have just confirmed that an attempt will be made on Generia's emperor's life! The enemy knows he's staying at the Grand as Gold Hotel!"

"Then we'd better mosey our asses over to a phone and warn him, hadn't we?" J.L. replied.

As J.L. began dialing, Vang added, "And that's only half of it! We heard that Red Dragon have stolen RB helicopters and plan to bomb several Doomingsland cities, to place the blame on you! And His Holiness, Jonathan Antensen I, is confirmed to be on the RDs' hit list!"

J.L. began dialing the number of Generia's emperor's (forgot his name, sorry!) hotel room. He gazed out at the window and saw the hotel, just at the end of the block. "Come on, please pick up, please pick up, plea-"

He paused in mid-sentence as an earth-shattering explosion raped the silence, and the entire hotel burst into flames.

Don't worry, I'm not godmoding/modding. I left it up to Generia to decide whether the emperor was still in there or had left earlier, and what his fate is.

"Damn!" shouted Shephard as he watched the scene of carnage around him. It was time to leave. His men returned fire with deadly accuracy, the weak 9mm rounds causing minor pain when impacting thier armor. The Reapers ran to the waiting C17, but not without leaving a little present behind. Shephard had been carrying a duffel bag with C4 incase this occured. He dropped it back were Ulrich was. He waited for the enemy soldiers to get near...
BLAM
An AH6 helicopter attached to the Reapers swooped in, cutting into the swarms of Skaven with its miniguns after the C4 detonated. By then the Reapers were long gone.

OOC:Thanks, but I think I left out a bunch of "thoughts" from other basic gutter runners, you like skaven? Wow, remeber when you ignored them....I made an actual plausible reason for them in modern tech.....
(I'll change this if DI posts vefore this is finished)...

IC:
"Quickley, we must go now"
All over there bodies, a limb here, a limb there, the fighting one this section was obviousley dieing down, as a group of gutter runners had crippled a soldier and slowly mutalating him. One was sliceing strips off his calfs, another 3 were wrenching an arm off, one planted his foot on his back, while two more were pulling. The man screamed, as the *pop* wa heard of his arm departing its socket, this only caused more gleeful laughs, encouraging anothe to help pull, now the tendons were strating to rip, you could here it if you were listening, but the gutter runners were to joyful listening to his sobbinmg cries. With a sickening wet, tearing sound, the arm was ripped off, spraying blood all over the craters that used to be a floor(the GRs were smart enough to stand away from spray-area), one decided to have some fun. Takeing the arm, he decided to play a joke he seen humans do, but also a more sinister purpose, to stop him from going into shock, so the delightful sounds of pain would be heard, "Stop hitting your self,

OOC:My dads here, I'll finish this later

OOC:My dads here, I'll finish this later

See you later.

(Sorry if this is godmoding or godmodding; if it is, I'll edit it)

Throughout Doomingsland, there was cursing, confusion, and anger as all the TVs in the nation went staticky. In sports bars, pot-bellied drunks cussed and ranted when their football game was cut off. Young women wept at the five-second loss of their soap operas. Small children screamed when Barney was temporarily replaced by hissing static. Five seconds later, President J.L. (actually a Red Dragon disguised as him) appeared on the screen. "Citizens of Doomingsland, I am hereby declaring war against your pitiful little nation. I have just sent helicopters to bomb you back to the Stone Age. Have a nice day." More static followed. A few seconds later, the regularly broadcast shows returned.

"D-Didja hear that?" one drunk whispered to another.
"No, I didn't hear nothin'," the second drunk replied. "I missed the score."

The people of Doomingsland didn't particularly care what this looser had to say, they knew his helicopters wouldn't be able to reach the homeland without being torn to pieces by AA fire. Plus, the people of Doomingsland were extremely nationalistic and somewhat fanatical, so rather than sending widespread panic, people rallied in the streets, but returned to their buisiness after a cop told them it was a hoax.
(Barney is banned in my country)

The people of Doomingsland didn't particularly care what this looser had to say, they knew his helicopters wouldn't be able to reach the homeland without being torn to pieces by AA fire. Plus, the people of Doomingsland were extremely nationalistic and somewhat fanatical, so rather than sending widespread panic, people rallied in the streets, but returned to their buisiness after a cop told them it was a hoax.
(Barney is banned in my country)

By 'loser' did they mean J.L., or the fake J.L.? They knew he was fake, right?

Wow, Barney is banned, eh? Talk about a paradise!

The explosions ripped through the Grand as Gold Hotel, sending a sea of flame through the hallways. Emperor Vladimir Kreschnev fortunately had not been in his room, but the force of the explosion send shockwaves through the private bar where he and his team of negotiators had been talking late into the night. They had been unable to sleep, hearing the news about the Presidential Palace. The Emperor had just been preparing to issue a declaration of condolence, but the bombs put his own safety first. Ivan Cac helped his Emperor to his feet.

"Emperor, we must leave now! The place is burning to the ground!"

The Emperor and his men ran out into the hall, seeing the burning debris that was blocking the fire escape.

"We'll have to find another way," Cac said. The men proceeded towards the Grand Staircase, dodging falling debris. Civilians flooded towards the exit to avoid being burnt alive. General Josef Tayanovich barreled through them, clearing a path for Kreschnev and Cac. They reached the bottom of the stairs, meeting a very distraught Georg Maccek, the Imperial Foreign Minister.

"Christ, my spectacles! Ive lost them! How the hell am I supposed to see!?" He yelled frantically.

Tayanovich solved the problem by picking the man up and slinging him over his shoulders.

"There!" he said gesturing towards the kitchen. "There's a back entrance."

The group puched through the hordes of screaming civilians and hotel personnel towards the door to the kitchen. A police officer barred their way.

"You can't go through here! The smoke is too thick!"

Tayanovich shoved the man aside, leading the men into the darkened kitchen. The men held handkerchiefs to their mouths as they ran through the kitchen. Squealing metal told them that the building was collapsing in on itself. Cac spied a small child wailing pitifully in the corner of the kitchen, unable to see through the smoke. The Intelligence chief broke away from his charge, grabbing the child a split second before an iron beam collapsed in the place he had been sitting. Tayanovich spied the exit, kicking the locked door open and rushing out into the fresh air. The men inhaled deeply as they ran from the flaming structure. Kreschnev looked back just in time to see it topple over in an avalanche of dust and concrete.

OOC:They consider anyone who opposes their country a loser, so technically they consider fake J.L. a loser.

As the alarms were going off in the palace compond Big Iron Grates Droped in front of every window and door of the Palace no one would be geting in. 6 Elite squads entered the compond and set up a full scail search force around the palace if there was anyone in the groups the elite had orders to shoot on sight.
10 more elite squads entered the suewer system as iron grates started to fall into place at every cross section in the suewers. The Capital was designed to stop all enemy troops in the tracks if they ever tryed to use the suewers as a way to move there troops.

The room burst into loud applause.

"The emperor is all right! He made it!" J.L. said.

Everyone began to cheer.

"YOU DAMNED INGRATES!!!!" shouted Abu Ruhollah Shabaaz-Baraka, who was second-in-command only to Saddam Insane himself. "I see that Emperor Vladimir Kreschnev survived the explosion...our 'RB' helicopters were blown to smithereens before they were even within sight of Doomingsland's shore...and J.L. was saved by those meddling Dailey soldiers! I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEADS FOR THIS!!!!!!!"

"B-But, sir, those Dailey, Doomingsland, and Generians are too unpredictable! A-And we still have The Horned Rat, Demonic Terrorists, and Socialist Cockroaches supporting us. Demonic Terrorists just shipped us 1,000 tanks and 2,500 helicopters to our island base located 250 miles off the shore of Birchism. SC just wired us 5,000,000 to help fund our efforts to bring about the new world order! And The Horned Ra-"

"Enough! I demanded victory, not sorry excuses! You have failed me for the last time, General Hassim. Dispose of him!"

"B-B-B-B-But but but but but-" General Hassim stuttered, stammering and sputtering like an idiot.

The Red Dragon assassins put Hassim's hands and feet on the wall, then pounded nails right through them, squirting blood into their faces as Hassim screeched shrilly in his agony. They removed his pants and boxers, wrapped a rope around his genitals, and then tied the rope to a horse's leg.

Grinning, Shabaaz-Baraka fired a pistol, frightening the horse, causing it to speed off.

"NnnnnnnnrrrrrrggggggggrAHHHHHHHHHH!" Hassim screamed, as his significant other was stretched like a rubber band and ripped off, causing blood to shoot from him like a hose. Within seconds, overwhelmed by the trauma, he died of cardiac arrest, his heart stopping like an old watch.

The other Red Dragons eyed each other nervously and backed off.

"Consider that an incentive to work harder," Shabaaz-Baraka said, and began to laugh diabolically.

"YOU DAMNED INGRATES!!!!" shouted Abu Ruhollah Shabaaz-Baraka, who was second-in-command only to Saddam Insane himself. "I see that Emperor Vladimir Kreschnev survived the explosion...our 'RB' helicopters were blown to smithereens before they were even within sight of Doomingsland's shore...and J.L. was saved by those meddling Dailey soldiers! I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEADS FOR THIS!!!!!!!"

"B-But, sir, those Dailey, Doomingsland, and Generians are too unpredictable! A-And we still have The Horned Rat, Demonic Terrorists, and Socialist Cockroaches supporting us. Demonic Terrorists just shipped us 1,000 tanks and 2,500 helicopters to our island base located 250 miles off the shore of Birchism. SC just wired us 5,000,000 to help fund our efforts to bring about the new world order! And The Horned Ra-"

"Enough! I demanded victory, not sorry excuses! You have failed me for the last time, General Hassim. Dispose of him!"

"B-B-B-B-But but but but but-" General Hassim stuttered, stammering and sputtering like an idiot.

The Red Dragon assassins put Hassim's hands and feet on the wall, then pounded nails right through them, squirting blood into their faces as Hassim screeched shrilly in his agony. They removed his pants and boxers, wrapped a rope around his genitals, and then tied the rope to a horse's leg.

Grinning, Shabaaz-Baraka fired a pistol, frightening the horse, causing it to speed off.

"NnnnnnnnrrrrrrggggggggrAHHHHHHHHHH!" Hassim screamed, as his significant other was stretched like a rubber band and ripped off, causing blood to shoot from him like a hose. Within seconds, overwhelmed by the trauma, he died of cardiac arrest, his heart stopping like an old watch.

The other Red Dragons eyed each other nervously and backed off.

"Consider that an incentive to work harder," Shabaaz-Baraka said, and began to laugh diabolically.


That was so traumatizing, yet AWESOME. What about the separatist RDs led by Ulrich? Saddam must be unhappy about that too.

That was so traumatizing, yet AWESOME. What about the separatist RDs led by Ulrich? Saddam must be unhappy about that too.

Thanks. I'll get to that, too. I don't know Saddam Insane's whereabouts now, though. Last I heard he went to Nellisland. I'll do a post about Shabaaz-Baraka and Ulrich, though.

The crimson-haired man could hardly believe his ears.

"That's right, one trillion dollars to the man who brings Ulrich's head to Lord Shabaaz-Baraka," the shady-looking character said in the smoky saloon, addressing a bunch of Red Dragons, thugs, drug lords, gangsters, big-name mobsters, plain criminals, and your basic run-of-the-mill curious people. Every person was all ears. "That traitor must be punished for desecrating our sacred code of honor. His treachery against the divine order of the Red Dragons must be chastised swiftly and severely."

"That's where I come in, my friend," the crimson-haired man thought, walking out of the saloon. Two kills in one day. He would be rolling in cash before he knew it!

I have to go for an hour or two. See you later, GE. Want to pick up where we left off at, oh, say...7:30 or 8?

P.S. Feel free to keep posting if you desire.

I have to go for an hour or two. See you later, GE. Want to pick up where we left off at, oh, say...7:30 or 8?

P.S. Feel free to keep posting if you desire.

I may not be back until around 9, but if i am, sure.

After tracking where the helos came from...
"Activate ODIUS, I want that building to dissapear."
"Yes, sir."

"Fire order recieved, opening silo doors."

Atop Mt. Doom, the doors of the weapon known as ODIUS swung open, revealing a shaft leading down to the emitter.

"You may fire when ready." said President Helldawg.
"Firing."

The emitter fired a particle beam into the sky, which was deflected off one of the weapons satelites, and back down to its target, the island were the helos were launched. The beam was targetted at the main building, and B2 bombers dropped JSOWs on the hangers.
An invasion fleet is on its way to the island...

OOC:What time zone are you guys in?

After tracking where the helos came from...
"Activate ODIUS, I want that building to dissapear."
"Yes, sir."

"Fire order recieved, opening silo doors."

Atop Mt. Doom, the doors of the weapon known as ODIUS swung open, revealing a shaft leading down to the emitter.

"You may fire when ready." said President Helldawg.
"Firing."

The emitter fired a particle beam into the sky, which was deflected off one of the weapons satelites, and back down to its target, the island were the helos were launched. The beam was targetted at the main building, and B2 bombers dropped JSOWs on the hangers.
An invasion fleet is on its way to the island...

OOC:What time zone are you guys in?

((OOC: Im in Atlantic. I live near Washington DC.))

OOC:K, then we're in the same time zone.

OOC:I'm in the Pacific Time Zone

OOC:How many hours ahead of us are you?

OOC:How many hours ahead of us are you?
it's the other way around your ahead of me it's only 4:33 pm here

OOC:Its 7:30 PM over here.

OOC:Its 7:30 PM over here.
OOC:yup as i said you ahead of me

OOC:i have one thing to tell you all and that is tonight will be my last night online untill i'm home From The mexico Missionary trip.

OOC:When are you gonna be back?

OOC:Thanks, but I think I left out a bunch of "thoughts" from other basic gutter runners, you like skaven? Wow, remeber when you ignored them....I made an actual plausible reason for them in modern tech.....
(I'll change this if DI posts vefore this is finished)...

IC:
"Quickley, we must go now"
All over there bodies, a limb here, a limb there, the fighting one this section was obviousley dieing down, as a group of gutter runners had crippled a soldier and slowly mutalating him. One was sliceing strips off his calfs, another 3 were wrenching an arm off, one planted his foot on his back, while two more were pulling. The man screamed, as the *pop* wa heard of his arm departing its socket, this only caused more gleeful laughs, encouraging anothe to help pull, now the tendons were strating to rip, you could here it if you were listening, but the gutter runners were to joyful listening to his sobbinmg cries. With a sickening wet, tearing sound, the arm was ripped off, spraying blood all over the craters that used to be a floor(the GRs were smart enough to stand away from spray-area), one decided to have some fun. Takeing the arm, he decided to play a joke he seen humans do, but also a more sinister purpose, to stop him from going into shock, so the delightful sounds of pain would be heard, "Stop hitting your self,

OOC:My dads here, I'll finish this later

OOC:Sorry, I'm back, I wanna finish the scene before the helicopter shoots people

IC:"Stop hitting your self" This got a bunch of laughs, but was getting boring, the skaven with the trophy started tearing off chunks of flesh off. When they heard the sound of rotating blades.....

(OOC:The helicopter and C-4 probably would have been to late to any way harm/delay the wraith, but lets pretend he decided to watch the soldiers demise)

"We msut go NOW"

At that moment, the C-4 exploded, tearing the group of feasting skaven into red mist, it knocked the "body guard" of skaven and the Ulrich to the ground, stumbling to their feet, only to see a helicopter open fire on them, tearing through 3/4s of the surronding skaven, each stopping bullets from hitting Ulrich.

His original saviour was still alive,
"Hurry, the night runners will form a rear guard, into that hole*pointing twoards a vast crater that had rubble in it, creating a "ramp" into the original infestation*, we are to escape through a tunnel under there". He led him, a large group of gutter runners(68) now formed an entourage, they approached a massive carved tunnel, the only illumination coming from warp-lamps(lamp with warpstone instead of light bulbs/flames), the sickley color turned everything green, "Fear not man-thing, the beasts of the tunnel shall not attack us, and if so, only stragglers" He said to Ulrich, as he was lead into the darkness.....
(OOC:My people don't need it, they only have it for your guys....plot twist coming soon....)

After tracking where the helos came from...
"Activate ODIUS, I want that building to dissapear."
"Yes, sir."

"Fire order recieved, opening silo doors."

Atop Mt. Doom, the doors of the weapon known as ODIUS swung open, revealing a shaft leading down to the emitter.

"You may fire when ready." said President Helldawg.
"Firing."

The emitter fired a particle beam into the sky, which was deflected off one of the weapons satelites, and back down to its target, the island were the helos were launched. The beam was targetted at the main building, and B2 bombers dropped JSOWs on the hangers.
An invasion fleet is on its way to the island...

OOC:What time zone are you guys in?

Uh...what's the Midwest's time zone called again? (I live in Minnesota)

The crimson-haired man could hardly believe his ears.

"That's right, one trillion dollars to the man who brings Ulrich's head to Lord Shabaaz-Baraka," the shady-looking character said in the smoky saloon, addressing a bunch of Red Dragons, thugs, drug lords, gangsters, big-name mobsters, plain criminals, and your basic run-of-the-mill curious people. Every person was all ears. "That traitor must be punished for desecrating our sacred code of honor. His treachery against the divine order of the Red Dragons must be chastised swiftly and severely."

"That's where I come in, my friend," the crimson-haired man thought, walking out of the saloon. Two kills in one day. He would be rolling in cash before he knew it!

Does anyone know any nations that might want to participate in this thread? I think there should be a nation that sends troops all over the world to look for Ulrich to try and get the reward. I think it'd be cool if there was some huge power struggle among criminals and nations among the world over who got to kill Ulrich.

I could, like a seperate Clan(Clan Mors most likely, as they defie the council the most), or even some mercanaries hired by others.(Skaven are the children of chaos, the spreaders of anarchy, WE SHALL INHERIT)

Oh, what the hell, I'm sure we're all bored, so...

SPECIAL UPDATE: It has just been reported that up 1,600 Red Dragons, armed with AK-47s and with the aid of 15 tanks and 6 helicopters, will be launching an attack on the Doomingsland embassy tonight at 9:00 P.M.! At 9:30 P.M., a different RD team, same size, same weapons, same vehicles, will be making a similar attempt on the Generian embassy. The two nations are advised to exercise extreme caution!

I could, like a seperate Clan(Clan Mors most likely, as they defie the council the most), or even some mercanaries hired by others.(Skaven are the children of chaos, the spreaders of anarchy, WE SHALL INHERIT)

That'd be cool. Thanks for volunteering!

OOC:In this, it'll be Clan Mors and Liskrit(If it was world War two, Mor=Germany, Liskrit=Romania, in other words, don't worry if it's two clans)

IC:Warlord Queek the head-taker, second in command of mighty Clan Mors, had mixed feelings over this message,

we could gain alot of wealth from this, enough that we might be able to over throw the council, and with Ulrich, I am sure that some form of alliance would develop, but, we need a scape goat in case the s*** hits the fan. Maybe Clan Tikitt, no, too much possible eshin, maybe.....Liskrit....yes.....they oppose the council, only not openly....excellent
Quickley he grabbed a.....telegraph(yes, Liskrit still uses the telegraph).
Mors has a proposition for you[STOP] You would become very wealthy[STOP]All we need is your support, plus your small group of actually loyal gutter runners[STOP]That is all we require for this[STOP]

Hopefully the fools would accept.....

"Send messages to 1st Army group to ready their troops, we go on a hunt for.....Ulrich.....

(OOC:Still waiting for GE's response.....)

OOC:In this, it'll be Clan Mors and Liskrit(If it was world War two, Mor=Germany, Liskrit=Romania, in other words, don't worry if it's two clans)

IC:Warlord Queek the head-taker, second in command of mighty Clan Mors, had mixed feelings over this message,

we could gain alot of wealth from this, enough that we might be able to over throw the council, and with Ulrich, I am sure that some form of alliance would develop, but, we need a scape goat in case the s*** hits the fan. Maybe Clan Tikitt, no, too much possible eshin, maybe.....Liskrit....yes.....they oppose the council, only not openly....excellent
Quickley he grabbed a.....telegraph(yes, Liskrit still uses the telegraph).
Mors has a proposition for you[STOP] You would become very wealthy[STOP]All we need is your support, plus your small group of actually loyal gutter runners[STOP]That is all we require for this[STOP]

Hopefully the fools would accept.....

"Send messages to 1st Army group to ready their troops, we go on a hunt for.....Ulrich.....

(OOC:Still waiting for GE's response.....)

Nice post!

I have to go. Mind if we pick up where we left off tomorrow? (You guys can keep posting, though, if you want)

OOC:In this, it'll be Clan Mors and Liskrit(If it was world War two, Mor=Germany, Liskrit=Romania, in other words, don't worry if it's two clans)

IC:Warlord Queek the head-taker, second in command of mighty Clan Mors, had mixed feelings over this message,

we could gain alot of wealth from this, enough that we might be able to over throw the council, and with Ulrich, I am sure that some form of alliance would develop, but, we need a scape goat in case the s*** hits the fan. Maybe Clan Tikitt, no, too much possible eshin, maybe.....Liskrit....yes.....they oppose the council, only not openly....excellent
Quickley he grabbed a.....telegraph(yes, Liskrit still uses the telegraph).
Mors has a proposition for you[STOP] You would become very wealthy[STOP]All we need is your support, plus your small group of actually loyal gutter runners[STOP]That is all we require for this[STOP]

Hopefully the fools would accept.....

"Send messages to 1st Army group to ready their troops, we go on a hunt for.....Ulrich.....

(OOC:Still waiting for GE's response.....)

((OOC: Hey, sorry for not posting anything sooner. I just got back. I like that idea of a world wide manhunt alot, but it should be more than just skaven. There should be several crime lords in on this. I can rp some bounty hunters and mob bosses too, if you want me to. Horned Rat, what kind of response are you waiting for?))

At the Royal palace in Dailey the cammading officer of the defence forces Declares a state of Marshal law saying to the people " On behafe of his Holiness who at this moment is in hiding I am ordering all Dailey citezens to stay indoors between the hours of 6 pm and 9 am anyone found outside during this time will be shot on sight". When the message was finished the King Said to his Wife "I hope this is the right thing to do. i dont want my people to start hating me" his wife replied "I'm sure they understand they know that this is for there pertection as much as the pertection of the Empire and remember it's not the intire empire just the capital". he then said to her "ya i guess your right".

an hour later MG turents started to be come operational within the city. Every cross roads had 4 MG42 turents on each corner ready to fire at anyone in range. In total 1000 MG42 turents were in operation