NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:Your wraith, has he said anything? Or just watched a man torn apart, almost blew up, almost machine gunned, and now being led under ground in utter silence?
Oh, is it ok if I have your character say something, so I can do something(no, Ulrich won't die)

((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?))

Please do! Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Good night. Dailey, I hope your trip goes well.

OOC:Your wraith, has he said anything? Or just watched a man torn apart, almost blew up, almost machine gunned, and now being led under ground in utter silence?
Oh, is it ok if I have your character say something, so I can do something(no, Ulrich won't die)

OOC: Sure, you can have him say something. Ill make an IC post soon.

Please do! Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Good night. Dailey, I hope your trip goes well.
OOC: Yah i hope so to

OOC: I hope that Hired Hit man is not in the Capital of my nation anymore if he is it's going to be very hard to get out

BUMP
(GE, please make the post, I gotta go to bed in 5 minutes, unless you want me too write my post first?)

Ulrich watched as the three creatures who had been torturing the MP disintegrated into a red cloud. He felt like he was dreaming. Everything happening so fast. First an attack, then these creatures. One of the rat-men approached Ulrich and told him to follow him down a tunnel. Ulrich did as he was told, silent in his daze. He was swept down the tunnel by a swarm of the creatures, trying to keep up with the one that Ulrich had labeled his "protector."

((OOC: Sorry, just got back again. There's something for now. I'll let you take it where you want, because im not quite sure where it is going.))

OOC:I think you said you wanted Ulrich to end up in GE, right? If not, where I put GE, substitute the corrcet area...

One of the gutter runners prodded the Wraith(they still don't know your name), bringing him back to reality.
"Are you sure this leads to Generic Empire(or corrct location"
There were 2 reactions from the gutter runners close by that heard this, either a mild look of shock, or a look of glee. His "protector" spoke up "Haha, I must regretfully tell you that, well, your last moments will be painful in an eshin burrow"(Did anyone see that coming? Honestly)
The look as this sunk in was amuesing, as he knew what that ment.....

A grinding sound was heard up ahead....

"You 5, check out whats makeing that noise"
The five were swallowed by the darkness, their feet makeing no sounds, aided by the moist dirt.
"Team...report"
The only report back was silence.
"Report back now"
Slience.
"S***, they ran into something up there, RANK UP"
These orders were unfamilair, but years of training took over, soon it looked like the redcoats in the revolutionary war, only with rats in black cloaks and MP 5s.....
"FIRE"
Over 30 MP 5s emptied entire clips into the darkness, the guns were to loud, blocking out the sound of bullets deflecting.....
(GE, if you check current posts, you'll notice what it is....)

It was at that moment, the monster in the darkness gave a respond.....
Over 10 7.62 machine guns lite the tunnel on top of.....tanks. The gutter runners were stunned, blown apart left and right, one was holding a stump of an arm, another caught a comrades arm, it's scream still dying on its lips.

Grabbing his prize roughly, Ulrich's protecter and 2 others who kept their weapons trained on Ulrich, ran down a side passage. Seven gunshots resounded, 1 blew a foot wide crater in the follower on the left, the other one was severed in half by a round, only to lose his head from a second, while the leader's top half ceased to exist from 4 rounds....

3 *clicking* sounds were heard, as flashlights turned on. A group of skaven warriors approached Ulrich, "My lord, we came as soon as we heard the councils intentions(wow, RD skaven, anyone see that coming?), I suggest we head back to the armored group we managed to steal(2 Revenant MK2s, 7 2A5 Leopards) and make our way to your final destination, we also have 33 Clanrats, only 2 Panzerfaust 3s though, and 17 Stormvermin, fully equipped"

OOC:Clan mors will come tomorrow, but in short, they are heading out in large patrols, above and below.....

OOC:I think you said you wanted Ulrich to end up in GE, right? If not, where I put GE, substitute the corrcet area...

One of the gutter runners prodded the Wraith(they still don't know your name), bringing him back to reality.
"Are you sure this leads to Generic Empire(or corrct location"
There were 2 reactions from the gutter runners close by that heard this, either a mild look of shock, or a look of glee. His "protector" spoke up "Haha, I must regretfully tell you that, well, your last moments will be painful in an eshin burrow"(Did anyone see that coming? Honestly)
The look as this sunk in was amuesing, as he knew what that ment.....

A grinding sound was heard up ahead....

"You 5, check out whats makeing that noise"
The five were swallowed by the darkness, their feet makeing no sounds, aided by the moist dirt.
"Team...report"
The only report back was silence.
"Report back now"
Slience.
"S***, they ran into something up there, RANK UP"
These orders were unfamilair, but years of training took over, soon it looked like the redcoats in the revolutionary war, only with rats in black cloaks and MP 5s.....
"FIRE"
Over 30 MP 5s emptied entire clips into the darkness, the guns were to loud, blocking out the sound of bullets deflecting.....
(GE, if you check current posts, you'll notice what it is....)

It was at that moment, the monster in the darkness gave a respond.....
Over 10 7.62 machine guns lite the tunnel on top of.....tanks. The gutter runners were stunned, blown apart left and right, one was holding a stump of an arm, another caught a comrades arm, it's scream still dying on its lips.

Grabbing his prize roughly, Ulrich's protecter and 2 others who kept their weapons trained on Ulrich, ran down a side passage. Seven gunshots resounded, 1 blew a foot wide crater in the follower on the left, the other one was severed in half by a round, only to lose his head from a second, while the leader's top half ceased to exist from 4 rounds....

3 *clicking* sounds were heard, as flashlights turned on. A group of skaven warriors approached Ulrich, "My lord, we came as soon as we heard the councils intentions(wow, RD skaven, anyone see that coming?), I suggest we head back to the armored group we managed to steal(2 Revenant MK2s, 7 2A5 Leopards) and make our way to your final destination, we also have 33 Clanrats, only 2 Panzerfaust 3s though, and 17 Stormvermin, fully equipped"

OOC:Clan mors will come tomorrow, but in short, they are heading out in large patrols, above and below.....

OOC: Excellent post. Nice twist. Since Ulrich is technically under your protection (or captivity?) Im going to let this go a bit longer before I do my thing. If it is possible, I kind of want to keep Ulrich alive to use later, but im open to other ideas. I thought Ulrich was already in Generia? The airfield that was attacked was a Generian government airfield outside of Generia City. Im going to try to get him out of the country later, but for now its fine. anyway, great post.

OOC: Morning Guys, I've just woken up, and this thread is comletey focused on me and Doomgivingisland.

IC: It was a peaceful night at Outer Heaven's main headquarters. Set up in a tropical jungle on the Roach-Buster's border, it was the perfect place to hide out. An assortment of Tropical Animals made matings calls, sweet tunes, and the occasional chirps. However, many of the hardened guards ignored the Tropical songs and noises, focusing on their patrol duties. They were all equiped with a Desert Eagle (with a laser sight), and an AK-74U, which had been modified with a launcher (smoke and flashbangs only), and also equiped with a flashlight. They wore Flak Jackets, Helmets, had a CODEC implanted into their ear, and a pair of Night Vision/Motion Tracking goggles. However, every pair of goggles were linked to the HQ's camera network (namely the thirty armed CYPHER's patroling the area).

However, at this particular moment, a guard's CODEC beeped. The guard pressed and held his ear hard, knowing that if he nothing more than a tiny tap on his ear, he would set of an alarm. A gruff voice came through the CODEC, it was one of the Generals at the HQ.

"OHG-235832, one of our CYPHERs just went crazy. I need you to check it's situation, seeing as your the closest. Be vigilant for any intruders, and make sure that the CYPHER's alright. It's last known posistion was 200M north-north-west. IF you don't report back within five minutes, we'll send a search party after you, understand?" the voice said. The guard nodded.

"Yes sir, I'll get right on it." he said. Taking his finger off his ear, the guard watched the computerised compass at the top of his vision. Aligning himself to north-north-west, the guard started to trudge on, while his mind was jumping for joy. 'Finally! Some indication of an intruder!' his mind yelled. But the guard kept focused. If he wasn't focused, then he was failing Outer Heaven, and that he'd sworn not to do...

OOC:Your base is in a jungle right? If, I'll do this... predator style...muahahahahaha.

IC:
Scorpion had taken the CYPHER out with ease, now he just had to wait for a guard to arrive... there. A guard walked cautiously over, Scorp scanned him, he was armed with an AKS74u. 'Hmmm, this could be interesting.' he thought to himself. The guard saw the wreckage. Scorp waited for the guard to report, that way, there would be no suspicion. Scorp was hidden right above the guard now. He pulled out his K-BAR knife, and silently dropped behind him. The guard turned, and Scorp slashed his throat, and hid the body, the first of many.

Over GE-
The Reapers had thought enough to place a tracker bug on, or rather, in Ulrich in the event this happend. The bug was microscopic in size, and had nearly infinite battery life, it was transmitting to a GPS satelite, the Reapers were watching Ulrich's every move...

OOC:RB, how did my airstrike and particle cannon do on that island?

300 miles away from target-
A massive Marine invasion fleet had been assembles to conquer the small terrorist held island, they were about 12 hours away. The fleet consisted of 2 aircraft carriers, 10 amphibius carriers, and 20 destroyers, cruisers, and frigates. The main force consisted of 2000 armored vehicles and tanks, and 200,000 Marines. The island stould no chance.

"I suggest you...URGH!" the guard cried as he was grabbed, as his throat was slit, he could hear the words of the General ringing through his ear.
"We're sending the cleanup crew now, and you suggest?" the General waited, but when he got no response, he got a bit worried, "OHG-235832, respond! 2358..., 235832, we're sending in an ARMED cleanup crew, if you don't respond soon, anything that moves in the vicinity will be shot, over and out!" the General shouted. By now, a team was being dispatched, and the base's alert had been heightened...

OOC: Oh yes doom, after reading your post a little more carefully, there's been an error. OH soldiers used CODECs (like MGS ones) to communicate, as put in my last post. It's implanted into their ears and activated when the ear is pressed (tapping the ear makes the CODEC send out an alert message to everyone else, including the base. If you want to stop the CODEC communication, you need to get inside the Bunker that houses the CODEC transmitter, and take it out. Remember that OH is a rich ist organisation, meaning the level of defense etc. is possible). So the bit with the SOCOM...well, I don't know. If you tried him in the ear, you'd have hit his hand, cutting the transmission because he'd obviously clutch his hand, but that'd make whoever's recieveing it be suspicious with the cut in transmissions (and the CODEC's are usually located in the left ear). Either way, expect an armed team to be coming your way very soon.

Over GE-
The Reapers had thought enough to place a tracker bug on, or rather, in Ulrich in the event this happend. The bug was microscopic in size, and had nearly infinite battery life, it was transmitting to a GPS satelite, the Reapers were watching Ulrich's every move...

OOC:RB, how did my airstrike and particle cannon do on that island?

300 miles away from target-
A massive Marine invasion fleet had been assembles to conquer the small terrorist held island, they were about 12 hours away. The fleet consisted of 2 aircraft carriers, 10 amphibius carriers, and 20 destroyers, cruisers, and frigates. The main force consisted of 2000 armored vehicles and tanks, and 200,000 Marines. The island stould no chance.

Against the RD attackers? (Dumb question, but I just want to make sure)

Damn missed another good RP. Oh well, tag you're it!

Damn missed another good RP. Oh well, tag you're it!

It's not over yet, far from over...and you're more than welcome to participate!

What time are you guys usually online?

Ruthless Slaughter will be assisting Doomingsland in their crusade against the foolhardy terrorists with:
500 Black Ops

OOC: Foolhardy!?! my ists are one of the best out there, and we fight for a decent cause!

OOC: Uhh, I don't think he's talking about you.

Yes, I mean the RD attackers.

(General Geofer knocks on President John's office door)
Pres. John: Come in.
Gen. Geofer: Urgent news from Roach-Busters! Here, read this!
(Pres. John reads the report in anger)
Pres. John: Not Insane again. I just got back from vacation! I thought J.L. killed him!
Gen. Geofer: 'Fraid not, sir. Also one of J.L.'s best friends and a top government official named Jennings aided Insane in the RB civil war and helped Insane break out of prison.
Pres. John: Call the base in RB and tell them to send into the city 50,000 of The Holy Paradise Elite Army and 10 tanks.(OOC: The H.P.E.A. was formed after the RB civil war and consists of 100,000 specially trained soldiers who fought in the RB civil war.)This time, Saddam Insane will die.

OOC: Uhh, I don't think he's talking about you.

Yes, I mean the RD attackers.

Well, after what you did, there aren't any RD attackers anymore!

Thanks for the help, HP!

"WHAT!? Another meddling, incompetent bastard plans on interfering with our plans!??!" Shabaaz-Baraka shouted, slamming his fist onto the desk. "Spread the word to every corner of the earth: a one trillion dollar reward will be offered to anybody who returns with the severed head of HP's President John! Anyone who dares attempt to hinder our holy crusade shall be dealt with swiftly and severely!"
Lieutenant Miguel Batista nodded. "At once, sir."
He left the room to make his calls.

OOC: Excellent post. Nice twist. Since Ulrich is technically under your protection (or captivity?) Im going to let this go a bit longer before I do my thing. If it is possible, I kind of want to keep Ulrich alive to use later, but im open to other ideas. I thought Ulrich was already in Generia? The airfield that was attacked was a Generian government airfield outside of Generia City. Im going to try to get him out of the country later, but for now its fine. anyway, great post.

Thank you, Ulrich is under protection now, these Skaven are Red Dragons(they're new to this, so they don't know about you leading a splinter group). Yeah he was, but the gutter runners covered some ground, they would probably be just out of generia, but the new ones are asking where you want to go.....

Over GE-
The Reapers had thought enough to place a tracker bug on, or rather, in Ulrich in the event this happend. The bug was microscopic in size, and had nearly infinite battery life, it was transmitting to a GPS satelite, the Reapers were watching Ulrich's every move...

I'm fine with this, but being a mile or less underground might screw with the signal a bit, but otherwise....uh-oh.....

IC:The Stormvermin were the ones with the 7 sniper rifles, thier sergeant led Ulrich back through the darkness to the waiting tanks. "Do you have any idea of what might be trailing us? Is the area you came from safe? I suggest you procure yourself an arm*gestures twoards the pile of MP 5s next to the littered bodies*"(Just waiting to see where your guy wants to go.....)

@150 miles south from Generic Empire

The very tunnels shook as if possessed by a beast, only this place was possessed by many beasts....
Over Mk 7 Challengers raced through the tunnels, being followed eagerly by 60 Fusche transports, everything bearing the mark of Clan Liskrit. Warlord Paskitt, subordinate to Queek, was in charge of this massive hunt. Rideing in his customized Fusche, it mounted a 40 ml. gun(not much, but fusches only have 7.62 machine gun), and carried 4 deathvermin, the rear and ahead fusches contained more deathvermin(think skaven, with nano-carbon vest, with kevlar, utilze a weapon that shoots rail road spikes, with other goodies, these guys are actually loyal, to sparten like bravery). All this for 1 man-thing, but a man-thing worth a trillion dollars.Turning around, he saw a dozeb or so converted fusches to store them, the bestial sounds from those riders were drowned out by the vehicles. His 3 clawed-metal arm flexed, the sound like nails on a board, causeing any nearby skaven to flinch, but he and his retinue had fought a hundred enemies, only to come out feasting on their flesh. Also under his employment were some Skyre engineers, whose loyalty was pure Mors, they could help with their explosives and if any new tanks or weapons are aquired, they would sell it to Skyre for a nice price(nice for Mors anyway). He was aware that other clans would be chaseing this "Wraith", but Mors was only rivaled in power by the greater four, who were so wealthy, a few trillion did not matter. When the time came, his claw would shred the "warith"'s heart like hamburger(or the skaven equivelant....humaburger, 52% human flesh)........

(50,000 men gather at the main building at the H.P. Military Base in RB)
H.P. Elite Army General(Name is kept secret for safety purposes.): Men, we have received a telegram from President John. He's ordering us to enter RB City and flush out some terrorists. You men are going to be armed with the Tamorsas again. Remember you were chosen because you're the best of the best our country has to offer. Intelligence points to Saddam Insane being behind this, along with one of the top government officials in RB, Jennings. Saddam Insane, we believe, is hiding in Nellisland. He and Jennings are a part of a group called the Red Dragons, a terrorist organization....
Soldier(quietly): Like we didn't guess that any group Insane is a part of is a terrorist organization.
H.P.E.A. General: that is behind all these attacks. There is another menace in the group and he's been slaugtering RB government leaders. The leaders are: Jamere Pederson(Never liked him anyway. Too unfaithful to his wife) who is dead and Geoff Brown, who was believed dead but is still alive.
This menace's name is unknown, but he is known by the Red Dragons as the Wraith. He will be your main target for now. A reward for the one who brings President John the Wraith, dead or alive, gets 2,000,000 gold coins. We are going to take the fight to those goddamn mother f***ers who are raping and killing RB's citizens, and by God, we're going to show them true horror!

(Back at the Presidental Mansion in H.P. City)
Secret Service head: President John? We have to move you to a secret, secure area. Intelligence has found out that the Red Dragons have placed a trillion dollar reward for your head due to your choice to send in soldiers to RB. No one in government knows about it except for your V.P., who swore on the country and God he won't tell the terrorists your wereabouts if he's captured. He has been given a mask which will change him to look like you.
Pres. John: Okay let's go. But tell the V.P. to put all of our country's citizens on the highest alert:Red.
Secret Service Head: Yes, sir. You will be guarded by 100 H.P.E.A. soldiers.

OOC:I meant I'm bombing the island that the terrorists are gathering in.


IC:The Reapers knew an abduction would be too difficult. Their work was done for now...


900 miles away from GE-
20 Longsword bombers practcly skimming the atmosphere fired 8 LSLRM missiles each at the coordinates of Ulrich. The LSLRMs would travel to about 20 miles away from the target, then the rockets would shut down. It would then glide to its target, they knew it was underground due to the fact the signal was so weak. The munitions were capable of going through 1.5 miles of earth and concrete, since boosters would then reactivate once it was right over the target.

OOC:I don't expect Ulrich to die, but I expect him to at least be dismembered, and his buddies to be fried.

OHMII's HQ-

Scorpion watched as the guards arrived to see what had happened to their comrade. The body, of course, was gone, but in a most sinister fashion. It was hanging a hundred feet above the guards, the body already drained of blood. He managed to slip by undetected, at least he thought so. He came upon a large bunker with security cameras and CYPHERs circling it.

OOC:I meant I'm bombing the island that the terrorists are gathering in.


IC:The Reapers knew an abduction would be too difficult. Their work was done for now...


900 miles away from GE-
20 Longsword bombers practcly skimming the atmosphere fired 8 LSLRM missiles each at the coordinates of Ulrich. The LSLRMs would travel to about 20 miles away from the target, then the rockets would shut down. It would then glide to its target, they knew it was underground due to the fact the signal was so weak. The munitions were capable of going through 1.5 miles of earth and concrete, since boosters would then reactivate once it was right over the target.

OOC:I don't expect Ulrich to die, but I expect him to at least be dismembered, and his buddies to be fried.

OHMII's HQ-

Scorpion watched as the guards arrived to see what had happened to their comrade. The body, of course, was gone, but in a most sinister fashion. It was hanging a hundred feet above the guards, the body already drained of blood. He managed to slip by undetected, at least he thought so. He came upon a large bunker with security cameras and CYPHERs circling it.

((OOC: He wont die, but I can't have him dismembered either.))

(The H.P.E.A. soldiers were marching to RB City.)
Soldier 1: So, bud, what are you doing after this war with the Red Dragons?
Soldier 2: I'm going to try to meet a girl. And, you George?
George: Same thing, Brad, same thing.

OOC: I'm just trying to keep this topic from disappearing.

OOC:Well, can you at least make him lose a hand or something?

I'm back. Could someone RP a bunch of thugs plotting to kill Ulrich or Pres. John to get the reward?

OOC:Well, can you at least make him lose a hand or something?

((OOC: Ill have him lose an eye, and suffer extensive scarring on the right side of his face. How about that?.))

OOC:Good enough for me, make sure he gets a sinister looking eyepatch. No villian should be without one!

OOC:Good enough for me, make sure he gets a sinister looking eyepatch. No villian should be without one!

((OOC: My thoughts exactly!))

((OOC: He wont die, but I can't have him dismembered either.))

OOC:If he does, Clan Skyre could replace parts with actual working synthetics(think cyborg parts.....), for...a price.....

IC:
(I'll say Ulrich failed to respond, thanks to a nice little hello from dooming Island :mad: )
"What's that"? The entire group listening to a....burrowing sound....
"Any Clan Moulder or Skyre activities here"?

(Don't let it blow up yet, it'll be funny, and Ulrich will be okay)
"No si"
Some dirt fell out of the tunnels roof, a white "stick" was poking out. A smiley face on it said "Have an nice day"

Ulrich knew what it was, so didn't the stormvermin, they took off running. Unfotunatley, the Clanrats were curious...
"What is it"?
"I think its an arm"
"No stupid, an arm doesn't have a smiley face on it....unlrss"
One of them trys to pull it out
"I....want....that...bone...tasty...."
"Oh no you don't"
Another Clanrat shoved him out of the way, yanking on the "bone", quickly almost all of them were scrambling, punching, kicking, clawing, and biteing, desperate to get the tasty "bone". One had a revelation, Why bother shoveing, when I can shoot them...yeah, he thought, aiming his AK-47 at the mass, hehe, I can taste it now. A faint *click* was swallowed by the sound of the struggling, and rounds emptied out, the smoke riseing from it, blood squirting from wounds, the muzzle flash caught some nearby skaven fur on fire, then the "bone" got hit. The warhead detonated, the last thought for most of the clanrats, Crap, should've shot them then ran off with their wallets. The blasts of the other missles obliterated all the other tanks, and killed 6 stormvermin, who, were locked out of a small bunker in the tunnel.

"We must go into the deep, but be wary, moulder and other things are there"

@136 miles from GE

A faint rumbling was felt all the way in the tunnels, not caused by his armored army, a tunnel must have collapsed, d***, that will cost half an hour.
"Assassin, dispatch scouts to find where the collapsed tunnel is, and if their are any safe sub-routes"

"Yes o stupid one" The last part was whispered, thus drowned out by the growling of the tanks......

(The H.P.E.A. soldiers reach RB City)
Soldier 1: Well, this place is sure quiet.
Soldier 2: And wrecked. God, did a twister go through here?

(A sound suprises the soldiers)
Soldier 3: What the hell was that?
Soldier 4: Stay alert, men!

Right after the soldier said that, machine gun fire resounded from the end of the street. "Find cover!" a soldier screamed. The soldiers lept behind piles of rubble. One H.P.E.A soldier was killed by a shot to the head. The soldier fell to the ground, blood oozing out of his head."Fire!" commanded the leader of the group of soldiers. Laser blasts shot out from behind the piles of rubble. Screams resounded from the attackers."Retreat!" said one of the attackers. The firefight ended. The squad rushed over to the dead H.P.E.A. soldier. "Poor guy. Had a fiancee back in H.P." one of the soldiers said. The soldiers went back and reported to the U.S.H.P. General. "Well, I guess they know we're here." said the general.

THR, I'm not gonna tell you what or how to post or who to side with, but I hope you know the RDs' goal is the overthrow of EVERY nation in the world, including yours.

THR, I'm not gonna tell you what or how to post or who to side with, but I hope you know the RDs' goal is the overthrow of EVERY nation in the world, including yours.

OOC: I think that the skaven helping Ulrich are RD members, though.

It's not over yet, far from over...and you're more than welcome to participate!

Way too far along to read and play catch-up LOL! But I'll watch.

THR, I'm not gonna tell you what or how to post or who to side with, but I hope you know the RDs' goal is the overthrow of EVERY nation in the world, including yours.

wow, they must be related somehow to the master race, for now the skaven are manipulating others until the time comes.(At first, my nation was trying to encourage the wraith, then when all of the RDs were weakened by the splintering, rush in and kill EVERY one of them, but things haven't turned out so well, so now we are hunting him(the skaven with him are skaven who converted to RDs)

Way too far along to read and play catch-up LOL! But I'll watch.

You sure? We could use more people.

OOC: Come on we got to keep this thread going!

OOC: Come on we got to keep this thread going!

Thanks. I agree.

So, if you tell me what is happening in this thread, maybe I could join... if I can find the time, you know, not in town.

OOC: I found time to come finish my involvement in this

IC: Borsck and his remaining men set out from the Presedential palace on the knowledge that a squad of HP troops were in town.
11 APC tanks headed off to meat the HP troops in the City. Borsck started to call over the Radio "HP troops this is Leftenat Borsck of the Royal Elite Unit From Dailey. Repeat Come in HP troops this is Leftten..." Just then a gun shot hits the Radio trasmiter on the APC knoking out long Range comunications. "Borsck yelles at his driver "For God Sacks James what the hell was that?" James Replies " sir were being fire at from the buildings" he then added "11 APC tanks is no match for fortified troops" Borsck Started to yell on the short Wave Radio "Any Allied forces within Range Respond Asap Squade under heavy fire. requesting....." and explotion cut Borsck off in mid sentance the APC to the Right of his was just blown up.

Jame shouted "Blast there gose another one Sir"

So, if you tell me what is happening in this thread, maybe I could join... if I can find the time, you know, not in town.

All right. In a nutshell, RB's Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff was really a long-time Red Dragon. He and ex-dictator Saddam Insane are launching terrorist attacks all over the world, trying to instigate wars, and eventually overthrow every nation to establish a 'new world order.' Assassination attempts are being made on presidents left and right, Jennings is now dead, there's a price on a renegade RD's head named Ulrich, hundreds of crooks everywhere are after Ulrich for the reward, a mysterious crimson-haired man is after Dailey's ruler, and The Horned Rat is supporting the RD's. Phew. Sounds complicated, I know, but basically, right now it's just RD's blowing up stuff and people fighting for the reward for Ulrich. More to come soon.

One would not think so to look at him, but Boss Matsumoto was the head of the most powerful Yakuza clans in all of Tokyo. He had taken power from the others in a single night when he had assasinated the heads of every other major gang in the city, leaving him completely in charge. The secondary leaders, and their soldiers had all sworn loyalty to him, giving him godlike authority in the realm of Tokyo vice. He had smiled when he recieved word of the bounty on the head of the Gaijin known as Ulrich. It would be too easy. He would send his men, and by morning the European's head would be severed by a katana. Yes, it was too easy.

((OOC: other gangs to get involved soon. Here is one of the many flavors I plan to introduce. Hope you like it.))

OOC:Actually there's 50,000 H.P.E.A. troops in the city.

Communications worker: General! We picked up a radio transmission from Leftenat Borsck of the Royal Elite Unit from Dailey. We traced the transmission and found their position. They are currently being attacked. Should we send troops?
General: Yes, send in 500 troops.

(Holy Paradise soldiers head up buildings occupied by RDs attacking troops from Dailey)
Officer: Okay men! Fire!

RD troops fall out of windows and are replaced by H.P.E.A. soldiers.
Officer: Hey, Borsck! Thought we might give you a hand.

OOC:I think i'll throw some opposition twoards dailey, BTW, all my guys and equipment are unmarked, indicating rogue skaven, or mercanaries.....

IC:Kurisk watched the 11 tanks rumble down the road, noteing the special communications device on one, indicating command. An explosion happened, most likely from a small RD pocket. Grabbing a far-squeeker, he barked some orders in the cursed skaven language. Along this building, and the next, 4 Panzerfaust 3s aimed at the tanks, and unleashed a volley(I'll let you decide hits and/or kills). "Panzerfausts, keep fireing, Clanrats, await the cut off of the tanks, Skyre, await my signal". He recieved confirmations on this string of orders. He walked over to a window in the empty room, producing a mirror, he waved it once in the sunlight....

Across the road:
The black skaven seen the signal, 5 flashes, followed by 10 more.
"Ok Skyrat, 10 second count, screw up, I kill you myself" He and his other 4 gutter runners had their M8281 Anti-Matter rifles already sighted on different tanks.
The Skyre adept was already for this, he began the countdown. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5," At the sound of five, the snipers opened up on the tanks, aiming for engines or crew areas. "2, 1" *tink* "Have a nice day", the last comment was lost in the resulting explosion, as 50 pounds of C-4 and a few land mines to boot, obliterated the 4 way in front of the tanks(well not really in front of, but they were in easy eye site). Not finished, he flicked another switch, "Let there be fortifications", on both sides, the side walks were consumed in explosions.....

The clanrats heard the great explosion, waiting for the others. Upon hearing the 2 smaller ones, the 40 Clanrats swarmed out, diving into trenches on both sides, opening up on the tanks with their AKs, all the while the snipers and Panzerfausts continue spewing anti-tank death.....

OOC:I had to do this twice as comp deleted it firs time and I forgot to copy it....

Jonathan Anzio, or Johnny Amsterdam as he was known in certain circles, was one of the more feared hitmen on the east coast. He had succeeded in jobs ranging from bumping off troublesome nightclub owners, to assasinating south American heads of State. He was wanted in 29 states, and implicated in upwards of 200 murders. On the outside he was a young, good natured man, with a cigarette always hanging casually from the corner of his mouth. On the inside he was a saulless killing machine, perfected from years of living under the protection of mobsters.

The rumor mill told him about a certain job one day. A one trillion dollar job. He drooled now as he thought about all of the zeros. If he pulled this one off, he would be able to retire for good. Go to South America, and raise a family. 'How hard could it be,' he thought. He was, after all, the best.

Jonathan Anzio, or Johnny Amsterdam as he was known in certain circles, was one of the more feared hitmen on the east coast. He had succeeded in jobs ranging from bumping off troublesome nightclub owners, to assasinating south American heads of State. He was wanted in 29 states, and implicated in upwards of 200 murders. On the outside he was a young, good natured man, with a cigarette always hanging casually from the corner of his mouth. On the inside he was a saulless killing machine, perfected from years of living under the protection of mobsters.

The rumor mill told him about a certain job one day. A one trillion dollar job. He drooled now as he thought about all of the zeros. If he pulled this one off, he would be able to retire for good. Go to South America, and raise a family. 'How hard could it be,' he thought. He was, after all, the best.

Hey, GE, how about this? We could make the crimson-haired man (who I still haven't named) and Jonathan Anzio be old rivals, both of them willing to do anything to get the reward, even kill, and then later they could confront each other. Just a thought.

Hey, GE, how about this? We could make the crimson-haired man (who I still haven't named) and Jonathan Anzio be old rivals, both of them willing to do anything to get the reward, even kill, and then later they could confront each other. Just a thought.

OOC: That, my friend, is an excellent idea. I have another good idea. How about some of the Yakuza guys get in on this, and some members of each new group im introducing. Im trying to give it a real international feel, like every gang wants in. A huge showdown at the end, I think, would be very Tarantino.

At the secure secret location of President John:

Secret Service agent: Mr. President?
Pres. John: Yes?
Secret Service agent: Intelligence points to a man, Jonathan Anzio, as a top threat to you. Intelligence belives he's taking the trillion dollar offer of killing you. He has been moved to the HPBI Most wanted list.

At the secure secret location of President John:

Secret Service agent: Mr. President?
Pres. John: Yes?
Secret Service agent: Intelligence points to a man, Jonathan Anzio, as a top threat to you. Intelligence belives he's taking the trillion dollar offer of killing you. He has been moved to the HPBI Most wanted list.

((OOC: There is no way anyone would have any idea about the plans of Anzio or anyone else. They have not made any moves yet, and are, for the most part, private gangsters and hitmen.))

Okay.

OOC:Can someone please give me something to do?

OOC:Can someone please give me something to do?

((OOC: make up a gangster or assasin to take the trillion dollar bounty on either the president of HP or Ulrich. It would be more interesting if there were more people to rp the killers.))

Doomingsland, make up a group trying to hunt down Ulrich, or the president, maybe from the middle east? Or maybe some die-hard para-military americans?
Well, I must go, food calls, I'll be back soon(hopefully)

Since these Red Dragons are against our nation as well, we'll join the rest of you in combating them...for a price. However, the rewards profoundly interest us. We have just hired 25,000 assassins to find HP's president and 25,000 more to find Ulrich. They can run, but they can't hide...

:sniper: :sniper: :sniper:

25,000 each? That's too much for a country of your size.

The Dark Dimension, if you do not recall those 50,000 hitmen you hired, we will declare war on you and you will be obliterated, you traitor. We don't care if you are against the Red Dragons, if you oppose Holy Paradise, you're an enemy in our book.

OOC:will do

"A trillion dollars, eh? Send somone to end that bastard's life." said General Dreadhammer, president of the Doom Corporation, a mercenary group made up of ex-Doomingsland soldiers.
"I'll get right on it boss."


RING RING

"Yeah?" answered Agent Skar, an assasin in the payrole of Doom Corp.
"Skar? We've got a big job for you."
"I thought I told you guys, I'm done with this crap," he answered in the unemotional tone usauly givin by Doomingsland soldiers since their ability to fell emotion is wiped away to make them better killers. He had retired ten years before, Doom Corp had wanted to bringhim out of retirement for a long time.
"I doubt you would want to miss this one, Skar. Its a trillion dollar job."
"Nice try."
"No, it really is, just come down and take a look."
"Fine, but don't expect me to-"
"Just get down here."
CLICK

Skar was not surprised, this was probably another attempt to get him working again, but it was still worth checking out...

Doom Corp HQ, Doom City-

"So, you want me to assasinate a guy the government wants dead?"
"That's correct. Ulrich has just escaped an attempt on his life by our airforce buddies."
"Well, I suppose it would do my country a great service..."
"Exactly our point. You would also recieve 5% of the profit. Do the math, its more than enough to have you living better."
"I want 6% or no deal."
"Fine, 6%, but we're not going any higher. Your plane leaves in 2 hours."

OOC:will do

"A trillion dollars, eh? Send somone to end that bastard's life." said General Dreadhammer, president of the Doom Corporation, a mercenary group made up of ex-Doomingsland soldiers.
"I'll get right on it boss."


RING RING

"Yeah?" answered Agent Skar, an assasin in the payrole of Doom Corp.
"Skar? We've got a big job for you."
"I thought I told you guys, I'm done with this crap," he answered in the unemotional tone usauly givin by Doomingsland soldiers since their ability to fell emotion is wiped away to make them better killers. He had retired ten years before, Doom Corp had wanted to bringhim out of retirement for a long time.
"I doubt you would want to miss this one, Skar. Its a trillion dollar job."
"Nice try."
"No, it really is, just come down and take a look."
"Fine, but don't expect me to-"
"Just get down here."
CLICK

Skar was not surprised, this was probably another attempt to get him working again, but it was still worth checking out...

Doom Corp HQ, Doom City-

"So, you want me to assasinate a guy the government wants dead?"
"That's correct. Ulrich has just escaped an attempt on his life by our airforce buddies."
"Well, I suppose it would do my country a great service..."
"Exactly our point. You would also recieve 5% of the profit. Do the math, its more than enough to have you living better."
"I want 6% or no deal."
"Fine, 6%, but we're not going any higher. Your plane leaves in 2 hours."

By 'bastard' did you mean HP's President, or Ulrich?

OOC: That, my friend, is an excellent idea. I have another good idea. How about some of the Yakuza guys get in on this, and some members of each new group im introducing. Im trying to give it a real international feel, like every gang wants in. A huge showdown at the end, I think, would be very Tarantino.

Thanks for the compliment. Your idea is a brilliant one.

OOC:If you read the whole post, you might just learn that its Ulrich.

OOC:If you read the whole post, you might just learn that its Ulrich.

Sorry! (Pounds forehead repeatedly, knocks self out)

At the airstrip-
"OK, Skar, this is your equiptment. We'll let you figure out how to use it on your own."
"Gee, thanks."
"Don't mention it."
"I was being sarcastic."
"I know."

Skar looked at the equiptment layed out on the table. He already had his fatigues(USMC type, the new ones) on. There was alot of stuff. Thermal/night/motion tracking goggles, level IV armor, an XM8 compact with 600 extra rounds. Most importantly, an M40A3 sniper rifle. He also had the GPS crap that he didn't have back in his day. He gathered all of the equiptment, and was all set for battle.


He boarded a waiting military C17. There was already people on board.
"I thought I was working alone," he said to the leader of the men.
"Good news, your working for the government. This is a black op, we're gonna go kill Ulrich, then you get to bring his head and get your reward. Our country is not officialy involved. I'm Leutenant Shephard by the way."
"Hmmm, well, as long as I get my money. I'm Skar."
"I know."
"I thought so."
"Take a seat, kids." yelled the jumpmaster. The C17 took off and headed for GE.

OOC:where is everyone?

Right here.

OOC:And here!

Over GE-

"30 seconds!" shouted to the jumpmaster. "Ten seconds!" the green light went on. "Go go go!"

Skar and the Reapers walked out of the doors of the C17, performing a HALO jump. They touched down 30 klicks away from Ulrich's signal. They had the advantage because they knew were he was.

What boggled his mind was how he managed to remain in the saloon so long without choking to death on the ungodly thick fumes of smoke in the air. The entire atmosphere reeked of reefer, Cuban cigars worth more money than Beemers, crack cocaine, and more. The crimson-haired man, like the cunning and predatory hunter he was, scoured the entire room, studiously examining every individual in sight. He saw thugs, drug lords with more wealth than most Third World countries, big-time gangsters with private armies most nations would give their eye-teeth for, assassins who charged by the second, prolific serial killers, notorious hookers, and virtually every other grade of sleaze conceivable. He felt right at home. Lighting up a cigarette, he leaned in on one of the conversations.
"Whuzzat, Mugsy? One trillion dolla's for whoever gits that Ulrich feller or that President o' Holy Paradise."
"Yep, that's right, boss, a trillion greenies. I ain't lyin'."
"Ya betta not be, 'r else you're gunna wish youse was dead."
The crimson-haired man stroked his chin thoughtfully. Two trillion dollars! With that kind of cash, he could become a kingpin of crime! Every hoodlum, mobster, fraudster, killer, druggie, thuggie, and gangster on the planet would be at his heel! This was too good to pass up! He immediately ran out of the saloon to make some calls.

Unbeknownst to the crimson-haired man, another man was listening intently to that conversation in the seedy saloon. As soon as the crimson-haired man left, the other man silently followed him out.
Once he was out in the daylight, he removed his fake beard and eye patch, took out his satellite phone, and dialed. A few minutes later his man picked up.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, it's me...Ace," the man said, looking around. The crimson-haired man had gotten away. Damn.
"Looks like it's true. A trillion dollar reward for whoever whacks that President or that Ulrich joker. Why d'ya wanna know, boss?"
"That isn't important. I'll wire you your money immediately. Your work is done."
"Awright." Ace hung up and walked away, whistling, a very happy man.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, President J.L. pressed flash and began dialing another number, the number of Holy Paradise's president. "Please, God, I hope I reach him in time...I have to warn him!"

You sure? We could use more people.

Yeah I'll be reading for the next four days and by then it'll be another 8 more pages advanced. LOL.

IC:In deep tunnels, under whatever country they are under, heading south....

"My lord, we have managed to coerce Clan Maskrit to send us troops, wether they will or not, I pray so"
A moaning sound was heard up ahead.
"Shoot it, let it not reach us"
The stormvermin knew that things in the deep tunnels should not be investigated. 7 AK-74s locked onto the humanoid shape, let off two 3 burst shots, the 42 rounds tore it to shreds.
"Hurry this way, we hid some motor vehicles(think mortor cycle with side car, the side cars have a 7.62 machine gun, or a grebade launcher)"
Running pat the corpse, or what was left of it, revealed it was some deformed human, but more importantly a "rock" was pulled off, revealing 20 of the little vehicles. Soon they were mounted in the narrow pass, and traveling at a fast speed.

14 Miles south of Ulrich's position, main tunnels

"Sir, I think you may wish to know this" one of his
sub-ordinates handed him a piece of paper with runes written all over it.
"Hm, well this will make it interesting, have the reserve infantry go to the deep, we'll flank Ulrich's members with that while we attack their front(these guys still think they're in the main tunnels)"

"Yes sir" The skaven started sending messages to their mobile infantry.
OOC:Uh-oh, can my RD skaven say *squish*....

Skar was taking point. He motioned for Shephard to come over.
"I found an entrance to a tunnel," he whispered, "intel says our guy is underground."
"Well, then that's were we're going."
The men got in a shaft and climbed down nearly a mile. The tunnel was dark, and the men had their thermals on. To a soldier from another nation, this would be terrifieing, but the Doomingsland soldier couldn't feel fear. They continued silently down the tunnel, they heard voices and the sound of vehicles. A light shined around the corner. Ulrich was very close. The men took cover in concealed positions...

Somehwere in a sleazy hotel in the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront in Hong Kong, a man lay lost in dreams. Strangely enough, his visions were interrupted by a far off ringing, the would not seem to go away.

The man sat up, startled from his sleep by the noise of a telephone ringing next to his bed. He looked over at the woman next to him. She had not been disturbed. The man picked up the telephone, and was greeted by a loud, obnoxious voice on the other line.

"One trillion dollars, mate," said the voice.

"What the f***? Who the hell is this?"

"You know who it is. Did you hear what I said?"

"Jaimes, its f***ing four O'Clock in the morning. Don't you understand timezones?"

"This is way more important than sleep Charlie."

"What are you going on about?"

"Alright listen closely to wha' I say. There is a one trillion dollar bounty on some joker by the name of Ulrich."

"Damnit Jaimes. You know I don't do that sh** anymore."

"Charlie, boy. If you do this you'll never have to work again. We're gonna be rich men!"

"I told you. Thats not my business anymore. I live in g**damn Hong Kong now."

"Charlie, listen to yaself. What do you think Joanna would say if she heard you talkin' like that?"

"Oh God, don't talk to me about Joanna."

"Just do the Damn job, and retire like a real man. Its one trillion f***ing dollars!"

"I dunno. I'll think about it."

"Listen, just catch the next flight to Paris. We'll talk there."

Jaimes hung up, leaving Charlie to his thoughts. The argument made sense. He was in no way a rich man now, after his retirement. At least he was legitamate. But one trillion dollars? The sum was unimaginable. He weighed his options. It was either live the rest of his life working trawlers, and having flings with two bit strippers (he looked towards the woman at his side), or do one last job, and retire a rich, rich man. He sighed, and got out of bed, putting on the clothes that lay scattered on the floor. He sat down on the armchair next to the bed. Charlie sighed again.

"Sorry, sweet'art," he said to the sleeping woman.

He rose from the chair, and picked up the pack of cigarettes from the table. He took the last one out and lit it with an old lighter, discarding the pack. He grabbed his worn jacket from the chair, and walked towards the door. He took one last look at the woman, before turning and walking out into the hall and towards the elevator.

((OOC: RB, I think that this guy should be the red-haired man's rival. He seems like a better character. More of a good assasin, evil assasin thing.))

OOC: Dooming Island, I just wanna point some things out
1-Entrances would be VERY difficult to find(but I don't mind at all)
2-He is in the sub-tunnels
3-An entrance to the sub-tunnels aren't near tunnel entrancesBut to explain 1 and 3, you found a crater that was right next to a sub-entrance, but for future refrence, 1 and 3 stand for any searchs, ok....

IC:
Intruders.....surface dwellers.......
"Rally the tunnel guards...this will not stand"

Ulrich's position(I'll call it prey from now on)

"Halt....listen...."
The sound of many...many engines were rumbling, it was coming from the main tunnels, while a lesser sound, but still indicates many motors was coming twoards them.
"Turn right here, this will take us to the meeting point""

4 Miles south of Prey
(sub-tunnels)Rittikit was in charge of the flankers, he had his men pushing the engines to their max. The 70 Mounted skaven, all eager to fight......

(Main tunnels)
"FOREWARD, get moving or I'll kill you all" He bellowed at his charges, getting excited and frusterated from the target being near, e could feel it.....

Ulrich ran with the skaven through the dark maze of tunnels. He could hear the sounds that caused so much panic in the others. He did not know what they were, but he had guessed that he was being hunted. By who or what he did not know. Ulrich had no idea of the bounty on his head, or the assasins from across the globe who wanted to kill him. For now, he was simply running because his instincts would not let him do otherwise.

BTW GE, they're mounted on those motor cycle things I mentioned earlier....

BTW GE, they're mounted on those motor cycle things I mentioned earlier....

((OOC: Oh, forgot. NVM the last post then. It was just to let you know that im still breathing, and paying attention to whats going on. Just keep my man away from Doomingsland.))

The men continued silently through the tunnels for a while, eventualy they came to a doorway to some other tunnels, Ulrich's signal was becoming stronger, as far as they could tell, Ulrich was headed their way. They prepared an ambush...

The H.P.E.A. soldiers woke up to a bright sunny sky and the sound of gunfire. The H.P.E.A. general ordered everyone to go in groups of 1,000 and surround the Presidental Palace.

The phone rings at the desk of President John at the secret location
Pres. John: Hello? Yes, President J.L.. What's that? They're sending hitmen to kill me? Well, thank you for your concern. My guards are on the highest alert and no one can get past the security system installed here, that is, if they can even find the place. Well, goodbye.

Pres. John: Well, right now it looks like everyone's focused on killing Ulrich. It'll give us enough time to prepare for any attempts on my life or anyone elses.

OOC: Come on! Let's get going!

OOC:We have to wait for the others to show up.

OOC: Well we should at least take the job of keeping the thread alive

Somehwere in a sleazy hotel in the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront in Hong Kong, a man lay lost in dreams. Strangely enough, his visions were interrupted by a far off ringing, the would not seem to go away.

The man sat up, startled from his sleep by the noise of a telephone ringing next to his bed. He looked over at the woman next to him. She had not been disturbed. The man picked up the telephone, and was greeted by a loud, obnoxious voice on the other line.

"One trillion dollars, mate," said the voice.

"What the f***? Who the hell is this?"

"You know who it is. Did you hear what I said?"

"Jaimes, its f***ing four O'Clock in the morning. Don't you understand timezones?"

"This is way more important than sleep Charlie."

"What are you going on about?"

"Alright listen closely to wha' I say. There is a one trillion dollar bounty on some joker by the name of Ulrich."

"Damnit Jaimes. You know I don't do that sh** anymore."

"Charlie, boy. If you do this you'll never have to work again. We're gonna be rich men!"

"I told you. Thats not my business anymore. I live in g**damn Hong Kong now."

"Charlie, listen to yaself. What do you think Joanna would say if she heard you talkin' like that?"

"Oh God, don't talk to me about Joanna."

"Just do the Damn job, and retire like a real man. Its one trillion f***ing dollars!"

"I dunno. I'll think about it."

"Listen, just catch the next flight to Paris. We'll talk there."

Jaimes hung up, leaving Charlie to his thoughts. The argument made sense. He was in no way a rich man now, after his retirement. At least he was legitamate. But one trillion dollars? The sum was unimaginable. He weighed his options. It was either live the rest of his life working trawlers, and having flings with two bit strippers (he looked towards the woman at his side), or do one last job, and retire a rich, rich man. He sighed, and got out of bed, putting on the clothes that lay scattered on the floor. He sat down on the armchair next to the bed. Charlie sighed again.

"Sorry, sweet'art," he said to the sleeping woman.

He rose from the chair, and picked up the pack of cigarettes from the table. He took the last one out and lit it with an old lighter, discarding the pack. He grabbed his worn jacket from the chair, and walked towards the door. He took one last look at the woman, before turning and walking out into the hall and towards the elevator.

((OOC: RB, I think that this guy should be the red-haired man's rival. He seems like a better character. More of a good assasin, evil assasin thing.))

Good idea!

OOC:Shouldn't we prearange who kills Ulrich? My guys are much closer to knocking him off than your's, so we can have mine whack Ulrich, and your's go on a wild goose chase and eventualy meet up and fight.

Groups of 1,000 H.P.E.A. units entered buildings around the city and dug in on the ground. Soon everywhere you went there was a H.P.E.A. unit. Some had machine guns. Windows every once in a while had a gun barrel point out.
But President John still believed there was not enough. So he called the H.P.E.A. general.
Pres. John: Hello, general! Order the rest of the H.P.E.A. into the city.
General: Right away, Mr. President.

Later, the rest of the army entered the city and seperated into groups of 1,000. In one group, 30 soldiers were ordered to go flush out terrorist cells.

Soldier 1: Alright, guys. We're going to go flush out this one terrorist cell in the northeastern part of RB City. Inside, intelligence says, is 6 terrorists and a room filled with weapons. Let's go!

As the troops entered the apartment complex and neared the door, the platoon's commander ordered the men to halt.

Platoon Commander(Yelling to the terrorists): This is the 128th Platoon of the H.P.E.A.! Come out with your hands up or we will have to knock down the door!

There was no response.

Platoon Commander: I will give you to the count of 3! 1!.......2!......3!

The platoon commander kicked in the door and the platoon rushed in, ready for a fight. Instead, it was quiet. They entered the room said to hold the weapons. As they entered, 5 of them were killed by gunfire.

RD terrorist: You will die for being obstacles to the RD's great goal! Uggh!

The crazed terrorist was killed by a blast from the platoon. The other 5 fired their weapons and killed 2 soldiers.

Soldier:You killed my best friend you bastard! Die!

The soldier pumped out 5 laser blasts and killed all the terrorists.

Platoon Commander: Good job, private. Now lets see what they got in here.

The platoon pulled out some grenade, assault rifles, and ammo. Just the usual.

Platoon Commander: Well lets head back to our group's camp.

IC:Prey, heading west, sub-tunnels

"This ramp takes us back to the main tunnels, 10 meters left, our allies should be waiting"
The dirt ramp was narrow at the bottom, but fanned out large enough to let a tank through at the top. The vehicles began to slow, knowing this was the rally point. Sharpley turning, caused a spray of earth, they faced dozens of flash lights. The sound of guns being cocked were heard,
"Get out NOW or we fire"

"What the hell is this, you've been paid, go back and throw off are pu"
A trio of shots went in a straight line up, the last one going through his face.
"Sorry, Mors made a better offer, the rest of you, surrender or be fed to my men"

The skaven decided to follow an ancient proverb, "Live again to fight another day", and simply surrenderd.

"Good, good, shoot them"
The chieftain's order was met with no pause, the weapons worked their way left and right, until only Ulrich was alive.

"Congratulations man-thing, you've been promoted to bait, when those Mor bastards come through there, we'll kill em all"
The motorcycles were stripped of weapons, and aranged to make a deadly cross fire.
To make sure Ulrich didn't escape, he was put into a dead end corner, with 10 Clanrats guarding him.

Mounted Skaven, heading north, sub-tunnels

The group of skaven reached the 3 way, when Rittikit noticed the other tracks, heading west....
"HALT, looks like our quarry went that way, contact the main convoy, tell em that they are in the sub-tunnels, going west"
"Yes sir"
"LETS GET HIM BOYS"
This was met with loud approval, and all of them set off at breakneck speeds, wanting to bag the "wraith"

Main Convoy, heading north, Main Tunnels

"STOP, STOP, STOP, all infantry, disperse, get down to that d*** place NOW, all tanks, start makeing a path down there, he jumped out, his 25 Deathvermin body guard right their, "We are going to get that son-of-a-b****, and kill those d*** traitors". He pointed twoards the packmasters, "Realese them"
A shocked look was what was sent back, his return was a gunshot.
"You, let them out, or you die too"
This packmaster was now scared to death, trembling, he rolled up the bars, holding it in......

Skar was monitering the GPS. Ulrich's signal suddenly stopped moving. They could hear gunshots coming from Ulrich's direction.
"Look's like someone else got to him first. Oh well, less work for us..."
"Wait!"
The siganal started moving again, but only slightly. They knew he was alive, but he wasn't going in their direction, he stayed in the same general area...

OOC:Shouldn't we prearange who kills Ulrich? My guys are much closer to knocking him off than your's, so we can have mine whack Ulrich, and your's go on a wild goose chase and eventualy meet up and fight.

((OOC: Dont kill Ulrich. Capture him and sell him back to the Generian gov. I want to use him later.))

OOC:Awww, fine. Well, at least I got a really cool idea on how to escape the tunnels.

Ulrich watched the rat men killing each other. Obviously walking upright had not made them any brighter, or less vicious. He knew somehow that he would be next. One of the skaven fell next to him, the mp5 falling on the ground. It was a gamble, but he would have to take it. Ulrich grabbed the gun, and ran towards the brawl, avoiding the sight of the preoccupied fighters. He fired a few rounds into some of the combatants. He dodged left and right, avoiding bullets and falling bodies. He saw an empty expanse of tunnel that seemed to be going upward. It was his only chance. He sprinted forward into the darkness, away from the hunters.

--00--

Ulrich ran headlong through the catacomb, stumbling blindly for what seemed like hours. He felt always that he was moving upward, and took ti as a good sign. Eventually he came to a dead end. He pressed his hands to the ceiling in desparation, but felt metal instead of earth. He pushed on the metallic grating, and it came away, revealing sunlight, that caused him to go temporarily blind. He pulled himself out into the desolate, grassy area, allowing his eyes to adjust. He allowed himself a slight chuckle as he got to his feet. He knew they would still be after him. He had no allies, only his feet, and the submachine gun. Again he ran, in the direction he hoped was west.

Back at the 128th Platoon's group's camp, they told everyone what happened.

Group Commander: Well, we found something else.

The commander took out a map of the city. On it, some buildings were marked with a target, all of the buildings were embassies.

Group Commander: Seems like they had this whole thing really planned out. Also you'll see that our country's embassy is still a target to be bombed. We'll have to evacuate everyone there. I'll send them a telegram.

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To: The Holy Paradise Embassy in RB City
From: The commander of the 77th Group, Fred Kilgn
Warning: Evacuate now!
Attention we have found a map of the RB city showing the embassy as a target of the Red Dragons. You must evacuate now! Head to the H.P.E.A. base nearby and a transport will be waiting there to take you back to HP.
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At the embassy, everyone left and ran to the HP military base and left for HP.

OOC: D***, he got away....
@ Prey, stationary, main tunnels
"S***, he's gone"

"DON'T FOLLOW HIM, listen, Clan Mors is coming, the council offered 50 times as more for their destruction than that man-things capture"

"Yes sir"
The six 7.62 machine guns were placed, fable to fire down the sub-tunnel, the 3 grenade launcher, were placed futher ahead, to make a speed bump....

@Mounted Skaven
The 35 bikes passed a group of man-things, a few jeers were yelled, but no rounds greeted them......
"Faster...we MUST go faster"
The end of the sub-tunnel was in the distance, but could be seen.....

@Main skaven
The tanks succeded in only causing collapses, or damage to themselves, so decided to take a long way around, it would take a long time, but they would get there.....

The demounted troops were scrambling, several being crushed from the running, running for the money and running to not get caught by the things.
He rammed his claw into a clanrat in front of him"You slow down, you die" his retinue was also shooting slowing ones, allowing them to get closer, and leaving food for the creatures......

The soldiers had watched Ulrich pass them, and stalked him all the way to the end of the tunnel.
"Hi!"
"Wha-"
THACK
Ulrich had been knocked out with a rifle but. A blackhawk was waiting, and they headed out. This time, no one would be snatching him back.

Ulrich drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the trip by helicopter. He could see a soldier through his blurred eyes. He almost thought he recognized him, but before he could follow that thought, he fell back into blackness.

The MH60 arrived in the capital's airspace. They wanted to try and keep this as quiet as possible, so they radiod the main military instalation.

"We think we have something that belongs to you."

As President John sat at his desk at the secret location, a fax came in from intelligence. It read:

Ulrich has been captured. Security should be increased. Therefore, we will be having soldiers stationed at every airport, border, and dock until the threat is over, that is, if you allow it.

President John faxed them back a reply that allowed it. The security status was given a higher level, Black.

OOC:Where is everyone again?

The MH60 arrived in the capital's airspace. They wanted to try and keep this as quiet as possible, so they radiod the main military instalation.

"We think we have something that belongs to you."

Generia City International Airport

"Roger. You're clear to land at pad 3. Its a military section of the airport, so expect a welcoming commitee."

"Roger that, we hope you have decent security this time." he added.

The Black Hawk touched down on the pad, Ulrich was still unconcious.
"Wake him."
BZZZZZT
Ulrich lept up from the electricity generated by the shock baton.
"Wakie wakie! Welcome home, a**hole."
Ulrich was dragged out to the guards.
"If you lose him again, don't expect him to return in one peice." said Shephard to the leader of the Generian soldiers.
"Wait, I thought I was going to get my rewa-."
"Sorry, change of plans, the government thought it best to hand him over to the Generians for... questioning."
Skar just stood there. Maybe they were telling the truth, maybe he was right the first time, and it was just a ploy to bring him out of retirement. If that was the case, they succeeded...

It was too late to get Ulrich now. Damn. The crimson-haired man cursed his misfortune, and deep within his black, putrid, and unfeeling heart wished he could wreak such havoc upon them (those who captured Ulrich) that they would wish they were frying in Hell like eggs on a skillet. Well, no matter. President John was still his for the taking. He would stop at nothing to have him. Anybody who stood in his path- man, woman, or child- would be cut down without mercy. Whatever the cost in blood and dollars, he would have his quarry...or die trying.

"Roger that, we hope you have decent security this time." he added.

The Black Hawk touched down on the pad, Ulrich was still unconcious.
"Wake him."
BZZZZZT
Ulrich lept up from the electricity generated by the shock baton.
"Wakie wakie! Welcome home, a**hole."
Ulrich was dragged out to the guards.
"If you lose him again, don't expect him to return in one peice." said Shephard to the leader of the Generian soldiers.
"Wait, I thought I was going to get my rewa-."
"Sorry, change of plans, the government thought it best to hand him over to the Generians for... questioning."
Skar just stood there. Maybe they were telling the truth, maybe he was right the first time, and it was just a ploy to bring him out of retirement. If that was the case, they succeeded...

Colonel Isaac Drugov was in charge of security this time around. No more MPs, just pure blood Imperial soldiers. He addressed the men who had returned Ulrich:

"Don't worry. There won't be any more slip ups while i'm in charge. Welcome home you son of a bitch. Hope you had a pleasant trip, 'cause it's not gonna be very pleasant for you anymore from now on. Get this piece of s*** out of here!"

Two Imperial soldiers grabbed the dazed and exhausted Ulrich and forced him towards an armored truck. The rest of the soldiers boarded their own armored vehicles, forming the convoy that would take Ulrich to the government operated maximum security prison.

As he was thrown into the back of the van, Ulrich thought about the villa he had planned to build in Mexico. With that thought, memories of his old friend came flooding back to him. He saw the sight of the mangled corpse lying in the cockpit of the airplane they had attempted to hijack. As he sank to his knees, he felt no desire for revenge, only a deep sadness. The thirst for vengeance would come later, in a cold cell in a Generian prison. The last thing Ulrich saw before he slipped out of consciousness was colonel Drugov swinging a heavy baton towards the side of his face.

In response to Saddam Insane's one trillion dollar reward for Holy Paradise's President, President J.L. is now offering one trillion dollars himself for whoever bring Insane to him alive. If Insane is brought back dead, the killer will not receive so much as a measly cent.

After leaving Generia, Skar learned of J.L.'s price on Insane's head. Skar was going to bring him in in himself, no one to mess up his plan. No one really knew were Insane was, though, so he would have to figure that out.

If a person brings Saddam Insane alive to President J.L. will not only receive the reward President J.L. has offered but also 1 trillion gold coins from I, President John. And 1 trillion dollars for the crimson haired man who sent hitmen to get Ulrich.

OOC: RB? Could I have the crimson haired man's name?

If a person brings Saddam Insane alive to President J.L. will not only receive the reward President J.L. has offered but also 1 trillion gold coins from I, President John. And 1 trillion dollars for the crimson haired man who sent hitmen to get Ulrich.

OOC: RB? Could I have the crimson haired man's name?

The crimson-haired man didn't send any hitmen to get Ulrich. He himself is a hitman. Unfortunately, I haven't thought of a name for him yet.

Okay well still there's a reward for him

Okay well still there's a reward for him

All right. I have 75,000 men searching various regions of the planet for him right now...if I catch him, I'll bring him to you free of charge. I could never bring myself to take money from a friend.

OOC: Could you be the crimson haired man now hearing about the price on his head? I want to see his reaction.

OOC:RB, can we have an idea of where Insane is?

OOC: Could you be the crimson haired man now hearing about the price on his head? I want to see his reaction.

Sure thing...

Strutting into the saloon with an arrogant swagger, the crimson-haired man scoured the area for any news items. Now that he was in Holy Paradise, he wanted to make sure nobody had gotten the President yet. Clearing his throat, he walked over to one of the mobsters. The mobster, named Rocky Bawls, was one of the most bloodthirsty, rapacious, treacherous, sly, unpredictable, elusive, and infamous mobsters in the world. He ran over forty rackets worldwide, owned nearly a thousand casinoes and brothels, controlled over seventy percent of the world's illicit drug trade, and had a private army many nations would give their eye-teeth for.
"Whaddaya want, punk?" Rocky muttered, chomping on a cigar. He blew thick fumes of smoke in the man's face.
"Anybody got the President yet?" the crimson-haired man asked.
"Nope, but he ain't th' only hot news in town. Th' President 'imself is payin' a trillion smacka's f'r dis'ere red-hair'd fella." Rocky held up a crumpled poster.
The crimson-haired man felt as if he had just been slammed in the stomach by a a metal baseball bat. He began to sweat profusely.
"Wha'sa matta, fella? Youse look like youse jes' seen a ghost!" Rocky said, puffing in the man's face.
The crimson-haired man turned to leave.
"Hold it, punk! Ain't nobody walks 'way fr'm ol' Rocky wit'out bein' civilized 'nuff to gimme an answer!"
"I know that man," the crimson-haired man said. "He's a fool. All his life he's been picking fights just for the sake of fighting. His pride borders on stupidity. He's a pitiful bastard. That's all I know."
"Heh, 'n dat case, mebbe he'll be rilly easy t' catch, eh?" Rocky said. "Yo, Nails! Blackie! Connors! Mosey ya asses on outta 'ere an' tell th' gang t' start lookin' f'r dis'ere chump on th' poster!"
"Yessir, boss!" the three men said simultaneously, and left.
The crimson-haired man walked out of the bar, grateful that he had had the good fortune- and sense- to wear a disguise.

OOC:RB, can we have an idea of where Insane is?

Last I heard he was heading for Nellisland. My guess is he's either there, or at least in that region.

Sure thing...

Strutting into the saloon with an arrogant swagger, the crimson-haired man scoured the area for any news items. Now that he was in Holy Paradise, he wanted to make sure nobody had gotten the President yet. Clearing his throat, he walked over to one of the mobsters. The mobster, named Rocky Bawls, was one of the most bloodthirsty, rapacious, treacherous, sly, unpredictable, elusive, and infamous mobsters in the world. He ran over forty rackets worldwide, owned nearly a thousand casinoes and brothels, controlled over seventy percent of the world's illicit drug trade, and had a private army many nations would give their eye-teeth for.
"Whaddaya want, punk?" Rocky muttered, chomping on a cigar. He blew thick fumes of smoke in the man's face.
"Anybody got the President yet?" the crimson-haired man asked.
"Nope, but he ain't th' only hot news in town. Th' President 'imself is payin' a trillion smacka's f'r dis'ere red-hair'd fella." Rocky held up a crumpled poster.
The crimson-haired man felt as if he had just been slammed in the stomach by a a metal baseball bat. He began to sweat profusely.
"Wha'sa matta, fella? Youse look like youse jes' seen a ghost!" Rocky said, puffing in the man's face.
The crimson-haired man turned to leave.
"Hold it, punk! Ain't nobody walks 'way fr'm ol' Rocky wit'out bein' civilized 'nuff to gimme an answer!"
"I know that man," the crimson-haired man said. "He's a fool. All his life he's been picking fights just for the sake of fighting. His pride borders on stupidity. He's a pitiful bastard. That's all I know."
"Heh, 'n dat case, mebbe he'll be rilly easy t' catch, eh?" Rocky said. "Yo, Nails! Blackie! Connors! Mosey ya asses on outta 'ere an' tell th' gang t' start lookin' f'r dis'ere chump on th' poster!"
"Yessir, boss!" the three men said simultaneously, and left.
The crimson-haired man walked out of the bar, grateful that he had had the good fortune- and sense- to wear a disguise.If you remember from one of my posts, I ordered soldiers to watch every port, airport, and border. He couldn't have just waltzed in. Could you please try again?

If you remember from one of my posts, I ordered soldiers to watch every port, airport, and border. He couldn't have just waltzed in. Could you please try again?

Yeah, sorry. Substitute Holy Paradise in that post for Roach-Busters.

((OOC: I'm going to continue my story involving the characters "Charlie," "Jaimes," and "Jonny Amsterdam." RB, You still up for a Tarantino-esque showdown between "crimson haired man" and Charlie?))

OOC: It's okay. Hey why don't we make an enemy for the crimson haired man?
I'll give you the lowdown on him.

IC: A hooded man named Joe Talso read the telegram from President John. He smiled. Talso was a hitman from Holy Paradise, but not an evil one. He usually only did jobs to protect others from hitmen and take down or capture terrorists. The offer on Saddam Insane was good, but Insane's security force would be a real tough nut to crack. But this offer for the crimson haired man, he almost jumped for joy. He and the crimson haired man were sworn enemies. He had tried to protect a leader from the crimson haired man, but failed and the leader was killed. He always wanted to kill him, and now, he could finally get his revenge. He picked up his sniper rifle, loaded it and set off to meet the person who he was ordered to meet in the telegram.

Later, after meeting his contact, he left for Roach-Busters and began the hunt.

Skar was on the first flight to Nellisland he could get. He had a diplomatic passport, his reward for assisting the government in capturing Ulrich, and cleared custums in an instant, even with all of his equiptment. He touched down in the capital of Nellisland 6 hours later and headed to meet his contact.

"Skar? I thought you retired?" said his contact, Nick Monty.
"That's what I thought. Got anything to eat in this country?"
"Sure, lets discuss this job over lunch."

They got in Nick's personal car, a 2003 Corvette. They arrived at the restuarant 20 minutes later.

"So, where's our man hiding?"
"Intell puts him at the local RD safehouse."
"Gee, such a surprise."
"We know were the place is, we just have to plan this out."
"Agreed, I'm going in alone."
"As long as I get payed."
"I know, 2%. But that's if we can take him alive, otherwise we don't get payed."
"Those f***in politicians and their morals..."
"I hear you there, Nick."

After lunch was over, Skar headed down to his hotel, a cheap one, average one. No security check. Perfect. He headed to his room, it was the same kind of room you would find in any 3 star hotel. He stashed his weapons and hid everything small enough in the safe. He wouldn't go anywhere without his sidearm, an M1911A1(Colt .45), however.

((OOC: I'm going to continue my story involving the characters "Charlie," "Jaimes," and "Jonny Amsterdam." RB, You still up for a Tarantino-esque showdown between "crimson haired man" and Charlie?))

You bet!

OOC:Make Insane do something.

OOC: It's okay. Hey why don't we make an enemy for the crimson haired man?
I'll give you the lowdown on him.

IC: A hooded man named Joe Talso read the telegram from President John. He smiled. Talso was a hitman from Holy Paradise, but not an evil one. He usually only did jobs to protect others from hitmen and take down or capture terrorists. The offer on Saddam Insane was good, but Insane's security force would be a real tough nut to crack. But this offer for the crimson haired man, he almost jumped for joy. He and the crimson haired man were sworn enemies. He had tried to protect a leader from the crimson haired man, but failed and the leader was killed. He always wanted to kill him, and now, he could finally get his revenge. He picked up his sniper rifle, loaded it and set off to meet the person who he was ordered to meet in the telegram.

Later, after meeting his contact, he left for Roach-Busters and began the hunt.

Cool new character! We should make a showdown later between Joe, GE's character Charlie, the crimson-haired man, and a Doomingsland hitman.

Cool new character! We should make a showdown later between Joe, GE's character Charlie, the crimson-haired man, and a Doomingsland hitman.
OOC:thanks! That would be cool.

OOC:Make Insane do something.

After shaving off his mustache, Insane had the mole in his left nostril surgically removed, had all the hair on top of his head shaved off, got contact lenses which made his eyes a shade of blue, applied make-up to his skin to look caucasian, died his remaining hair gray, put on a slouch hat, and packed up his suitcases. One trillion dollars. Even his most fanatically loyal men wouldn't think twice about killing for him for that kind of cash. He boarded his helicopter and flew out of Nellisland. He would find an island, wait for things to settle down, and then he would make his move. This was only a temporary setback. Eventually, he would bring forth the new world order...an order of ultimate terror...

Charlie's stepped into the baggage claim area of JL International airport in Roach Busters. He grabbed his luggage from the conveyer and began walking towards the exit, when he heard someone calling him.

"Charlie, Charlie!"

Charlie turned to see Jaimes running towards him. The portly man put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"Charle, bad news, mate. That Ulrich fellow, the one with the bounty, they got 'im mate."

"Jesus Christ, Jaimes. You drag me all the way here, to tell me the bounty's off?!"

"Charlie, keep you goddamn voice down. Come on, my car's waitin' outside."

The two men walked outside and located Jaimes's 1974 Chevy sedan. Charlie got into the passenger side. The vehicle took off down a highway into the capital city.

"Alright Jaimes, cut the bull****. What's this about the bounty being off?"

"Don't worry. I know it sounds bad, but I got good news too. There's a new bounty. Same amount on some red haired man. I got his picture in the glave compartment."

Charlie opened the compartment and removed the picture. His eyes widened at the sight of an old rival.

"What's wrong Charlie boy? Too ugly for you?"

"I know this guy."

"Seriously? What's his name?"

"His name's O'Brian, at least that's what he told me. Could be a fake. He didn't look Irish."

"How you know 'im?"

"We worked togethor a couple of times. Real cold sunnuvab****."

"Well then I guess you won't have too much trouble finding him, if you know the guy.'

"I know where he'll go if he knows he's being hunted. Only one place he can go."

"Alright let's go get 'im."

((OOC: Showdown pending.))

O'Brian's hang-out is an old run-down building on Gunther Avenue that used to be a whorehouse. O'Brian is just one of his more than forty pseudonyms. His real name was Randall Reed Morrison. However, he is known to various law enforcement agencies, rivals, and fellow criminals as 'Red.'

Johnny Amsterdam cursed profusely when he heard about the capture of Ulrich. He cursed equally as much when he heard about the bounty on the crimson haired man. It would not be too hard, he figured. He was already in Roach Busters, the last reported location of the man. He would just have to follow everyone else, and sooner or later he would reach his prey.

Let's wait for HP and Doomingsland. Then, we can make Joe and one of Doomingsland's characters arrive at Red's hideout at the same time as Charlie.

OOC: How about on Insane's plane is a homing beacon. And so it tells us where he goes and then one of the hitmen following him capture him by suprise?

Joe arrived at Roach-Busters and waited for other hitmen to arrive.

Sounds cool, HP. (NOTE: I am an RB puppet; however, I am RB's antagonist for this thread)

Hugo 'Bones' Quincey, The Dark Dimension's government's top hitman, boarded a jet and headed straight for Roach-Busters upon the news of the reward being offered for his half-cousin, Randall Reed Morrison, a.k.a. 'Red.'

Charlie and Jaimes drove through the seedy, run down neighborhood in the RB capital.

"What;s her name?"

"Mia."

"What's she do?'

"I dunno, she used to be an actress."

"Anything I would'a saw?"

"I think the biggest deal she ever got was a pilot."

"What's a pilot?"

"Well, you know the shows on t.v?"

"I don't watch t.v."

"Yes, but you are aware that there is an invention called television, and on that invention they show shows?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the way they pick the shows on TV is they make one show, and that show's called a pilot. And they show that one show to the people who pick the shows, and on the strength of that one show, they decide if they want to make more shows. Some get accepted and become TV programs, and some don't, and become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing."

The Chevy cruises into the red light district.

Then Joe decided "screw the other hitmen I'll just go get ready at his hideout

Are you still on, Doomingsland?

NOTE: By now, the Red Dragons have split up into various factions. One of them cares nothing about the 'new world order,' anymore, just the reward for Insane. Another, far smaller, faction remains loyal to Insane. A third has become a new terrorist group, the Golden Scorpions, and their goal is to kill Insane and take over the world themselves. Yet a fourth has become a mercenary band, who will work for anybody, good or evil, depending on the pay. A fifth has given up crime and terrorism altogether.

((OOC: Ill be back in a few minutes. I have to take care of something.))

What the hell? thought Red, slipping into the shadows of the hideout's basement. Nobody knows about this place! Except Charlie and Bones, but they both died during that accident ten years ago...

SPECIAL UPDATE: Insane is believed to be heading for Doomingsland. Seeing as that is one of the nations searching for him, he figures it'd be one of the last places they'd look.

Sorry to steal your phrase, HP, but: "Where is everybody?"

OOC:Has anyone but me noticed this RP changed from fighting terrorists to assassinations and hitmen?

OOC:Has anyone but me noticed this RP changed from fighting terrorists to assassinations and hitmen?

Yeah, I was kinda thinkin' the same thing. Weird, eh?

((OOC: epic showdown also to include Yakuza ninjas.))

The Chevy pulled in fron of an old building. From the looks of it, it was an ex-bordello. Charlie and Jaimes got out of the car, and walked inside. Staring straight at them was Red. He was much bigger than the picture would have led one to believe.

"Hello, Red," said Charlie.

As he said this several other men entered from various doors into the building. They were all eying Red and the other two men. Johnny Amsterdam checked the safety on his uzi. There was a blood curdling yell as three Yakuza armed with katanas, and .45 calibur pistols burst through the windows on one side.

"The gang's all here," Charlie muttered to Jaimes.

So maybe we should call it a night for this topic huh?

Yeah, I was kinda thinkin' the same thing. Weird, eh?

((OOC: Weird but oh so awesome. If only every rp allowed me to shamelessly rip Pulp Fiction off.))

((OOC: epic showdown also to include Yakuza ninjas.))

The Chevy pulled in fron of an old building. From the looks of it, it was an ex-bordello. Charlie and Jaimes got out of the car, and walked inside. Staring straight at them was Red. He was much bigger than the picture would have led one to believe.

"Hello, Red," said Charlie.

As he said this several other men entered from various doors into the building. They were all eying Red and the other two men. Johnny Amsterdam checked the safety on his uzi. There was a blood curdling yell as three Yakuza armed with katanas, and .45 calibur pistols burst through the windows on one side.

"The gang's all here," Charlie muttered to Jaimes.Never mind

Never mind
((OOC: I save the thread once again, don't I.))

Joe Talso saw Charlie and Jaimes. "Who are you? No matter, lets kill Red!"

((OOC: I save the thread once again, don't I.))
OOC:LOL

"Red just surrender. You'll die if you don't. And besides, President John told me all of us will get a nice big one trillion dollar paycheck if we kill you or capture you. Either way, you lose." said Joe.

The men all drew their weapons at the same instant. Charlie and Jaimes dived avoiding gunfire, while unleashing their own hail of lead. The ninjas charged, slashing open stomachs and cutting off heads. Johnny Amsterdam fired a burst from his uzi into the katana wielding asian mobsters. They were cut down, but not before slicing off Amsterdam's left arm. He yelled and fell to the floor, covering the spurting stump. Charlie dived behind the bar, and returned fire with one of his two desert eagle. Jaimes caught a bullet in the leg, as he too dived for cover behind the bar.

His almost preternaturally sharp ears detected no less than three voices just outside, and judging by their tones and the topic of their conversation, their intent was either to capture or kill him. Neither of those options were permissible. Drawing a katana blade, a dozen shurikens, a revolver, and a pair of nunchucks, Red slipped into the shadows, remained silent, and waited for his prey to come.

Talso jumped for cover from the gunfire. " So who are you guys?" he yelled to the guys near him.

((RB: how about a sword fight between Charlie and Red?))

"Well? Who are you?" said Talso before pumping 5 shots.

Talso jumped for cover from the gunfire. " So who are you guys?" he yelled to the guys near him.

"Name's Charlie. This here's Jaimes," said Charlie shaking the man's hand as he reloaded his pistol.

"You know this guy?" he asked, before popping up to fire at the other assasins.

"My name's Joe Talso. Wanna side? You'll get a big fat trillion dollar paycheck if you do."

OOC: I have to go to bed. See ya tomorrow!

Cool idea, GE!

P.S. Sorry for the horrifically long delay, I had to log off and log back on because the loading was taking so damn long. Sorry!

Mind if we pick up where we left off tomorrow?

Mind if we pick up where we left off tomorrow?

((OOC: Good idea.))

Nick bursted into Skar's room.
"Skar! They think Insane is heading to the homeland!"
"The fool, does he really think he would go unnoticed. Can you arrange transportation?"
"Already done, a military C17 is waiting at the airport."

And with that, Skar headed to the airport and was on his way home.

RING RING

"Ya?"
"Skar, we think we know were Insane's hiding. We checked the names of all new immigrants, and we think he's here under the alias 'Mr. Anderson'."
"Hmmm, they tagged him, right?"
"Standard national policy, I don't think he counted on us being so paranoid."
"Ha, good. I'll have that reward soon. You, of course, will get a little something."
"Good. Glad to help out."

Every citizen and tourist in Doomingsland has an ID tag that tracks their movements and moniters what they say. Most people don't even know it, that's why crime in Doomingsland is suicide.

Anyone up for some RPing?

Sure, why nt. I might not be around much longr tonight, though.

I think I'll catch Saddam.

All right. Here we go...

Once the door was closed, he immediately tossed the suitcase on the bed of his hotel room, and began changing. Applying make-up to his skin to make himself appear black, he then put on a fake black goatee and a black wig. Then, he walked out of the hotel to plan his trip out of Doomingsland. His next destination: The Dark Dimension.

Skar was back in his homeland. Thanks to his GPS tracker, he was able to track Insane's movments. Skar was close, very close. He didn't see anyone resembling him, but his GPS watch pointed to the black man in front of him. He would isolate him from the crowd, and bring him in.

OOC:Edit it, my guy would be the only one to know its him, and he deffinatley wouldn't call the cops. And, technically he's a merc/bounty hunter.

Saddam didn't particularly care for the looks the man was giving him. He instinctively knew that this man posed a threat to him as long as he lived. Permitting him to live was not an option. Without diverting his cold stare from the man, he silently reached down to take a revolver out of his pocket.

A man had joined Saddam. He wouldn't be a problem. Skar knew the city like the back of his hand...

Saddam squinted as if there was an excruciatingly brilliant light flashing in his eyes. His eyes glittered with malice and contempt toward the man who had the gall to look at him the wrong way. No one would hinder his holy quest to bring forth a new world order- no one! Without a second thought, he whipped out his revolver and prepared to pull the trigger.

Skar saw the movment, and whipped out his shocck baton which he hit Saddam with, sending him sprawling on the ground. To the crowd, this wasn't unusual activity, but it was still entertaining. Saddam's aid was shocked, and went for his gun... bad idea, Skar whipped out his Colt .45 and splattered his brains on the sidewalk. He cuffed and tranked Saddam, and stuffed him in the trunk of his car.
"Nothin to see here, civilians. Move along."

He drove to Doom AFB and dragged Saddam up the ramp of a waiting C17. Next stop, Roach-Busters.

OOC:He's unconsious, notice I said I tranked him? that's short for tranquilized.

All right. RP Skar coming into RB, then, and J.L. can pay him.

The C17 touched down in Roach-Busters International Airport without incedent. It was met by an armored convoy that took Saddam away, and brought Skar to J.L. to get his reward.

OOC: Hey guys! I just started a new thread: Civil War in Holy Paradise(Open RP)Check it out!

OOC: Hey guys! I just started a new thread: Civil War in Holy Paradise(Open RP)Check it out!

Cool! I'll go check it out now. By the way, will you still be participating in this thread? I thought we were all going to have that huge fight between Red and the others?

OOC:I thought the war was over. Oh well.

IC: Talso fired a few more shots at Red.

The C17 touched down in Roach-Busters International Airport without incedent. It was met by an armored convoy that took Saddam away, and brought Skar to J.L. to get his reward.


"Skar, eh? Pleased to meet you. I'm President J.L. Forgive me, but we would like to do a DNA check to make it's really Saddam. In the meantime, please come into my office for some coffee. I'd like to talk to you. The tests shouldn't take more than an hour."

One hour later...

"Skar, the one trillion dollars is being loaded onto your plane. Thank you for your services. If ever we are in need of them again, we will call."

OOC:Hurry up and gimme my reward. I'll help you in the civil war as soon as I'm done killing Hataria.

OOC:I thought the war was over. Oh well.

IC: Talso fired a few more shots at Red.

Sorry, but do you mind if we wait 'til GE shows up? 'Til then, we can do your new thread.

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To:Skar of Doomingsland
From: President John of Holy Paradise

We have heard you have captured Saddam! The extra trillion dollars I promised has been wired to your account.

"Its been a pleasure doing buisiness with you, Mr. President. From now on, you'll get a discount on jobs done by me since your an ally of my homeland." and with that, he departed, a rich, rich men. The government, of course, took 24% of the money, making sure that Skar wouldn't get so rich that he would quit working.

((OOC: Hey, sorry I havn't posted. I've been out all day. HP, mind if I speak a few lines for Talso? They aren't important. Just to move the plot along. RB, you up for that sword fight?))

Charlie peered over the bar and unloaded another clip at the assasins on the other side. He ducked back into cover.

"I think I got a few. Jaimes, how's that leg holdin' up?"

"Alright, Charlie."

"Hang in there. We gotta get him to a hospital."

"Are you nuts!?" Talso said over the noise of the gunfire. "The cops'll be all over the place if we take him to a hospital. I know a guy, a mob doctor a few miles from here."

"Talso, I need you to get him there."

"I can't do that, I need the money!"

"This guy's f****in dying on me! I'll split it 50/50. Just get 'im to the hospital."

Charlie stood up and unloaded at the other assasins. Red burst through a back door into a courtyard, taking one of the dead Yakuza's katana with him. Charlie jumped over the bar and ran towards the door, picking up another katana as he ran. He burst out into a lush green courtyard, unusually serene after the deadly gunfight. Red stood with his back to him, sword in hand, ready for the imminent confrontation.

"Its been a pleasure doing buisiness with you, Mr. President. From now on, you'll get a discount on jobs done by me since your an ally of my homeland." and with that, he departed, a rich, rich men. The government, of course, took 24% of the money, making sure that Skar wouldn't get so rich that he would quit working.

"It's our pleasure, Skar. And if ever we can return the favor, please do not hesitate to ask."

((OOC: Hey, sorry I havn't posted. I've been out all day. HP, mind if I speak a few lines for Talso? They aren't important. Just to move the plot along. RB, you up for that sword fight?))

Charlie peered over the bar and unloaded another clip at the assasins on the other side. He ducked back into cover.

"I think I got a few. Jaimes, how's that leg holdin' up?"

"Alright, Charlie."

"Hang in there. We gotta get him to a hospital."

"Are you nuts!?" Talso said over the noise of the gunfire. "The cops'll be all over the place if we take him to a hospital. I know a guy, a mob doctor a few miles from here."

"Talso, I need you to get him there."

"I can't do that, I need the money!"

"This guy's f****in dying on me! I'll split it 50/50. Just get 'im to the hospital."

Charlie stood up and unloaded at the other assasins. Red burst through a back door into a courtyard, taking one of the dead Yakuza's katana with him. Charlie jumped over the bar and ran towards the door, picking up another katana as he ran. He burst out into a lush green courtyard, unusually serene after the deadly gunfight. Red stood with his back to him, sword in hand, ready for the imminent confrontation.

Ready when you are, GE.

"Red, we have unfinished business," Charlie said softly, his katana at his side.

Red turned slowly, staring Charlie straight in the eyes. The two men stepped toward each other. They slowly raised their swords.

"Say when," Red drawled.

The men lept towards each other, swinging their weapons wildly. Charlie attacked and his sword locked with Red's as he was parried. Red broke off and swung again, as Charlie narrowly dodged the blow. The sounds of the clash echoed into the silent night as a light snow began to fall. Neither man spoke as they focused their energy on vanquishing their quarry. Suddenly Red slashed Charlie across the chest. He fell backwards into the snow. Red walked backwards as a smile crossed his lips.

"You are weak. You should have saved your strength for the real trial."

He turned his back, and began walking towards the door. Slowly Charlie got to his feet. Red turned, stunned to see his enemy with sword ready once again.

"Attack me," Charlie said through clenched teeth.

Red charged with a yell. Charlie parried his attack, and slashed across his leg. Red looked down at the blood with surprise.

"You are stronger than I suspected, my old accomplice," Red said.

Sparks flew as the men locked swords once again, the battle raging into the night.

((OOC: Hey, sorry I havn't posted. I've been out all day. HP, mind if I speak a few lines for Talso? They aren't important. Just to move the plot along. RB, you up for that sword fight?))

Charlie peered over the bar and unloaded another clip at the assasins on the other side. He ducked back into cover.

"I think I got a few. Jaimes, how's that leg holdin' up?"

"Alright, Charlie."

"Hang in there. We gotta get him to a hospital."

"Are you nuts!?" Talso said over the noise of the gunfire. "The cops'll be all over the place if we take him to a hospital. I know a guy, a mob doctor a few miles from here."

"Talso, I need you to get him there."

"I can't do that, I need the money!"

"This guy's f****in dying on me! I'll split it 50/50. Just get 'im to the hospital."

Charlie stood up and unloaded at the other assasins. Red burst through a back door into a courtyard, taking one of the dead Yakuza's katana with him. Charlie jumped over the bar and ran towards the door, picking up another katana as he ran. He burst out into a lush green courtyard, unusually serene after the deadly gunfight. Red stood with his back to him, sword in hand, ready for the imminent confrontation.
OOC:Sorry, but Talso hates the mob and only works for governments that he believes is the right side and kills terrorists

OOC:Sorry, but Talso hates the mob and only works for governments that he believes is the right side and kills terrorists

((OOC: Then scratch that part about the mob doctor. I'll just get him there myself after the battle. Sorry, I thought he was a private assasin.))

Talso fired a few shots and then ran out of the building to a doctor he knew who was a great friend, doctor specializing in assassination attempts, and ironically, a fellow hitman.

When Talso reached the place, he saw his friend, Harry, leaving for home. "Wait! I have a friend who is in trouble at a hitman's hideout! Follow me!" Talso said.

Later when the two reached the building, Harry lept to the injured man and began applying antibiotics to the wound and took out special tweezers to pull out the bullet. After which, he applied bandages and then loaded Jaimes into his ambulance. "He'll be fine, Charlie!" and he got into the ambulance and drove to his clinic.

((OOC: Then scratch that part about the mob doctor. I'll just get him there myself after the battle. Sorry, I thought he was a private assasin.))
No I just made a doctor who is like Talso and isn't with the mob.

"You are indeed formidable," Red said, "yet I sense hesitation. You seem to be holding back. I don't often get to enjoy my battles, so cut the crap and fight!"

"With pleasure," Charlie said, swinging his sword laterally; Red ducked, leapt to his feet, and retaliated with a swing of his own, but Charlie did a cartwheel to the side, evading it.

Red thrust his sword forward, right toward Charlie's heart, but Charlie did a backflip, dodging the attack and kicking Red in the face. Red lay sprawled on the ground, coughing on his own blood. He felt a tooth come loose.

"Not bad, not bad," Red said, smiling. "I see you have been training. However, I will not be so easy to defeat as you imagine. The catastrophe which made a shambles of my face a decade ago did not affect my strength or agility at all...as you shall now see!"

Red thrust his sword forward again, and Charlie blocked. Just as Red had suspected. Red quickly lashed out with his other hand and seized Charlie's throat, squeezing with the grip of a savage anaconda.

Charlie choked and gurgled, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he stopped breathing.

Red dropped him. "That was too easy."

Just as Red turned, Charlie jumped to his feet, bodyslammed Red to the ground, and put his sword against Red's throat.

"Ever heard of 'playing possum,' Red?" he asked. "Well, now you're about to play it...for real!"

Charlie clenched his teeth in rage as he lay the sword across Red's throat without cutting it. Something would not let him kill his opponent on the ground. Charlie stood up over the frightened man, kicking Red's sword towards him.

"Stand up and fight."

Red did as he was told, getting to his feet. He picked up the sword and charged Charlie. Charlie stepped to one side, and with a single slash, sliced Red across the back. Red stiffened up and fell to his knees. Charlie walked over to him, poised his sword above the defeated man's head and decapitated him in a single motion. The man's head rolled across the dusty ground. Charlie picked it up by the long crimson hair, and stared into the open eyes, an expression of shock still on Red's face.

Charlie clenched his teeth in rage as he lay the sword across Red's throat without cutting it. Something would not let him kill his opponent on the ground. Charlie stood up over the frightened man, kicking Red's sword towards him.

"Stand up and fight."

Red did as he was told, getting to his feet. He picked up the sword and charged Charlie. Charlie stepped to one side, and with a single slash, sliced Red across the back. Red stiffened up and fell to his knees. Charlie walked over to him, poised his sword above the defeated man's head and decapitated him in a single motion. The man's head rolled across the dusty ground. Charlie picked it up by the long crimson hair, and stared into the open eyes, an expression of shock still on Red's face.

Nice post! By the way, could you please do me a favor and check out HP's civil war post? I want to help him make it as cool as possible.

OOC:Wow, gone for a few days, 8 pages, I will probably be gone for a while again....
IC:Clan Mor easily wiped out the other clan, but the humans got away with ulrich......

@City of Pillars
"Do we have the tracking beacon"?

"Yes sir"

"Maybe it is time to get the council in this....they want him dead, they might just attack the harboring country and take him"

"That is an excellent idea my lord"

"Of course it is, I made it.....come, ready the runners"

"Yes my lord"

OOC:Maybe a future fun RP? Sorry bout the short post, but I'm worried about getting caught.....

With the huge amount of funds he'd accumulated, Skar decided to open his own PMC(private military company). He named it 'Skar Tactical Inc.' He began to hire men and purchase equiptment. He would be using better equiptment than his former employer, Doom Corp. Their plan to bring him out of retirment had backfired. They now had a worthy competetor.

OOC: I'm Back Mexico Was a blast and I'm thankfull for what i have. You guys typed alot in the 2 weeks that i have been gone.

OOC: The RP is pretty much over, you missed alot.

OOC: I'm Back Mexico Was a blast and I'm thankfull for what i have. You guys typed alot in the 2 weeks that i have been gone.

((OOC: Wow, I forgot about this thread. Alot's happened since this finished.))

so this shadows of power is over with then? wow i go for 2 weeks and i fall behinde a lot

Hmmm...maybe we could keep it alive a little longer, if we can think of anything else that could happen.

no it's cool i started a new RP were Dailey is in a state of Stock Market Crash. or Great Depresion. http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=6752318#post6752318

Awww, the good ol' days... :p