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Wondering if he was as good as he said, Katrina tried a standard shot, lifting up his arm, going under it, and twisting it back in a Russian Arm Bar.

Wondering if he was as good as he said, Katrina tried a standard shot, lifting up his arm, going under it, and twisting it back in a Russian Arm Bar.

He managed to dodge the attempt and used sheer strength and a combination of "putting his weight into it" to get her over his head and then in front of him facing the other direction, he literally heaved her over his back (he's a strong guy, some of that CM genetic boosting mixed with performance enhancing drugs) He then attempted to get her in the half-nelson.

Sylvia turned her head the other way and shoved his arm in a very painful position. She then spun around and faced him, re-adopting her stance.

Sylvia turned her head the other way and shoved his arm in a very painful position. She then spun around and faced him, re-adopting her stance.



William wasn't nearly as a good a wrestler as he was a boxer. His boxing record was 64-8, his wrestling record was 42-28, but he was still better than most. But he was trying to think of how to purposely lose, because he didn't want to make her feel bad from losing, he also realized his losing would mean her being on top of him pinning him down, and he rather liked that idea.

He got back into his stance and waited for her to make the next move.

Again, Sylvia attempted the shot, only this time she used a single-leg sweep, and brought one of his feet above the ground. She shoved the top of his foot hard, and he spun to the bed.

William went down hard and landed on his back, bouncing slightly in the air and then coming to rest of the bed.

Katrina kept her hand on the back of William's neck, and formed his legs into a figure-four shape, stood up, twisted them so that the motion flipped William on his back...

Katrina kept her hand on the back of William's neck, and formed his legs into a figure-four shape, stood up, twisted them so that the motion flipped William on his back...


William started to groan (he was faking the pain, just to make her think she's got him better than she has) "Okay, I give!"

Katrina sat down on his chest, smiled broadly, and said,

"Pin."

William had a large grin on his face, then he chuckled, "Okay, you got me, now what? Do you plan to let me up ever, or would you rather keep me like this?"

She could tell he was obviously enjoying his "predicament", because his shorts had a telltale bulge.

at 0100, draganovian special forces attacked a NS out post on the border of DT, they succesfully blew up three tanks and destroyed a road block that was on the border of DT. The attack was in retaliation of an attack on a freindly country. draganovian president, Jason Wolfe released a statement shortly after saying "This attack was in defense of a freindly country that was busy cleaning up and providing humanatarian aid to a war torn nation, we will continue this fight until we have beaten the NS government back to there capitol, or if they choose to backdown and sign a treaty with the TBD government. these attacks are only to protect the DT from a second war."

"No, I think I'll just stay here," she said, rolling over on her chest and looking at him. "Maybe eat some chocolates, read a book..." she smiled at him again, "or something else..."

"No, I think I'll just stay here," she said, rolling over on her chest and looking at him. "Maybe eat some chocolates, read a book..." she smiled at him again, "or something else..."


"What would the "Something else" happen to be? Any ideas?" (He said "Any ideas" in a very odd manner, which implied he had some ideas of his own, he also didn't stop smiling for a second while he spoke, and again, the telltale bulge was getting only larger)

"Burnsian custom, host's choice..." she said, as she crawled up his body, closer to his face.

"Burnsian custom, host's choice..." she said, as she crawled up his body, closer to his face.


She could see he was starting to sweat. She still had him tightly pinned down, with his hands behind his back, he managed to say, "Well Mississippian custom, the guest decides."

"If you insist..." she said, as she lightly kissed him on the lips.

"If you insist..." she said, as she lightly kissed him on the lips.


He tried to move to kiss her back, harder, but the manner in which he was pinned wouldn't permit it. He was cursing himself for not being able to pull her in close to him. He wanted her closer, and she knew it.

at 0100, draganovian special forces attacked a NS out post on the border of DT, they succesfully blew up three tanks and destroyed a road block that was on the border of DT. The attack was in retaliation of an attack on a freindly country. draganovian president, Jason Wolfe released a statement shortly after saying "This attack was in defense of a freindly country that was busy cleaning up and providing humanatarian aid to a war torn nation, we will continue this fight until we have beaten the NS government back to there capitol, or if they choose to backdown and sign a treaty with the TBD government. these attacks are only to protect the DT from a second war."

SECRET IC:
Good, keep it going, I have some business to attend to, but I will most surely invade Nano soft's homeland.

He tried to move to kiss her back, harder, but the manner in which he was pinned wouldn't permit it. He was cursing himself for not being able to pull her in close to him. He wanted her closer, and she knew it.

She put her hands on either side of his face, and thrust herself into his kiss, her tounge touching his.

She put her hands on either side of his face, and thrust herself into his kiss, her tounge touching his.



William trembled from the pleasure her kiss gave him, she knew that she had definitely aroused him, she could feel him through his shorts.

When she drew back from kissing him, William said, "Well, now what? Guest's choice is still the rule."

Consul Tandon sighs and settles his head in his folded arms. He is far from drunk, he is on the verge of unconsciousness. He shakes badly, and feels sick. He raises his head when a servant comes near him.

"Message for you sir."

He nodded weakly and took the message, and looked on it, his vision blurred. He mumbled as he read it and stopped. He then smiled.

"Just like his father. Heh. Guess that means I can't miss the Olympics this year. Oh, and Jamal too? I half expected Estaban to enter in the competition, such a young and entergetic fellow. Then again, he has much work to do iwth the chunnels and that new embassy. Ah..."

He then crumbles up the note and takes a sigh. He barely can help himself up. He shouldn't have drank tonight. That means a hangover tommorow. Old age is bad enough for a boxing match. He slowly made his way to his room a bit solemnly. He turned off the lights, and almost fell flat on the bed.

Dreams...

William trembled from the pleasure her kiss gave him, she knew that she had definitely aroused him, she could feel him through his shorts.

When she drew back from kissing him, William said, "Well, now what? Guest's choice is still the rule."

OOC: If there are any mods out there, is there a fine line I have to toe concerning this stuff? I really don't feel like getting sued...

IC:

"You're in no position to choose anyways," said the general, referring to William's pinned state. Katrina began slowly unbuttoning William's shirt, watching him all the while.

OOC: If there are any mods out there, is there a fine line I have to toe concerning this stuff? I really don't feel like getting sued...

IC:

"You're in no position to choose anyways," said the general, referring to William's pinned state. Katrina began slowly unbuttoning William's shirt, watching him all the while.


Ooc- You should have seen a post Jordaxia made a while back, involving torturing and some very specific tortures, etc. Not nice stuff. We can just cut to chase if you want and fast forward ahead about twenty minutes of so. Anyway, the mods got better things to do.

I think the idea is they don't want specific details of the act itself, or something like that. But other than that...


Ooc- One more thing, he's wearing a t-shirt, no buttons. :D



IC: William said, "Well I guess you're right, so all I can say is I surrender."

OOC: Yeah, I'd rather just skip... I don't have any intentions of being dragged into court. Unless you don't want to do that, I really don't care either way.

OOC: Yeah, I'd rather just skip... I don't have any intentions of being dragged into court. Unless you don't want to do that, I really don't care either way.


Okay, so I'll do the skipping.



They were lying in bed next to each other after they finished.

William was smoking a cigar, he exhaled a large cloud of smoke and then said, "Wow, that was great, we'll have to do that again later." He then asked her, "Want a cigar? and extended the cigar holder towards her. He then said, "So you have any questions about the Republican Guard, the CM Federal Military, Commonwealth, etc, anything at all?"

She took the cigar. She knew, that this was the time, but she really didn't want to hurt William. He was innocent in all of this, after all.

"Hmmm... you going out on any dangerous deployments, my little soldier boy?" she said, putting an emphasis on dangerous and putting her arm over his chest.

She took the cigar. She knew, that this was the time, but she really didn't want to hurt William. He was innocent in all of this, after all.

"Hmmm... you going out on any dangerous deployments, my little soldier boy?"




William set his cigar down in the ashtray for a second, blew a cloud of smoke out of his lungs and then spoke proudly, "My Cavalry Brigade leaves for Tanta in about ten days. It's in Mississippian Egypt, southeast of Alexandria, north of Cairo. They need mobile and light forces there to patrol and keep the white colonists and native arabs from killing each other. It's a pretty tense situation, but it'll blow over in a few weeks. Once the rains pick up and nobody wants to hang around outside staring each other down anymore."

William set his cigar down in the ashtray for a second, blew a cloud of smoke out of his lungs and then spoke proudly, "My Cavalry Brigade leaves for Tanta in about ten days. It's in Mississippian Egypt, southeast of Alexandria, north of Cairo. They need mobile and light forces there to patrol and keep the white colonists and native arabs from killing each other. It's a pretty tense situation, but it'll blow over in a few weeks. Once the rains pick up and nobody wants to hang around outside staring each other down anymore."

"Mmmm, you're going to be okay right? You'll have tanks and things, I hope...?"

"Mmmm, you're going to be okay right? You'll have tanks and things, I hope...?"


William replied with a chuckle, "No, we're horse cavalry, we only take what we can carry. But there are over 4 million other soldiers in Egypt already, we're just going in because nobody does internal security like the Republican Guard Internal Security Horse Cavalry Units. I mean the Federal Army, that's the Mississippian regular army, has over 130 divisions in Egypt, and the White colonists Commonwealth Army, they must have over 60 divisions. They have well over 4 million soldiers in Mississippian Egypt, in addition to over 7,000 of the massive T-98 Main Battle Tanks and over 40,000 BMP-3s. Egypt is safe, don't worry. We're just going because they need the services we provide, and nobody does it like the Horse Cavalry does."

'Damn,' thought Katrina. She needed an entire country in the Mediterranean, but Egypt was out of the question. It was on the top of her list, too. No matter how good she was under the blanket, there was no way that she would be able to get it from him.

"Be careful... I don't want you getting shot by some Arab bastard, now..." she said, cuddling up to him.

'Damn,' thought Katrina. She needed an entire country in the Mediterranean, but Egypt was out of the question. It was on the top of her list, too. No matter how good she was under the blanket, there was no way that she would be able to get it from him.

"Be careful... I don't want you getting shot by some Arab bastard, now..." she said, cuddling up to him.



He was pleased she was cuddled so close to him, he put his arm around her, then picked his cigar back up with his other hand. He started to smoke again, inhaled said, "Don't worry", exhaled a large cloud of smoke, "I'll be fine, anyway, if there is any trouble the forces in Mississippian Libya are almost twice as large as the forces in Mississippian Egypt, we can call on them for help. Also our allies Parthia and IDF are nearby. Parthia occupies Egypt east of the Nile, including Cairo, and IDF occupies Sinai. Anyway, the arabs can't really shoot or fight worth a damn. They've been around guns their entire lives and couldn't put up more than 12 hours of resistance to an invasion force only about twice their size, they had knowledge of terrain, the advantage of being close to their supply bases, and many other things on their side, we pounced Libya and Egypt in under twelve hours. One of our pilots in an F-16D, Colonel Herman Von Thaller, shot down 8 MiG-29s, 8 Mirage F1s, 4 F-16s, 4 F-14s and 112 MiG-21s, all in just one battle. He mostly used his 20mm cannon. So you see, our armed forces are vastly superior to those of the arab world."

"What about Algeria and Tunisia? You're going to help them, too, right?" she cuddled even closer to him and closed her eyes, smiling from his warmth.

"What about Algeria and Tunisia? You're going to help them, too, right?" she cuddled even closer to him and closed her eyes, smiling from his warmth.


He replied, "No, we have no desire to colonize either of those. We'd prefer an ally get them though, we already know of an ally that is making preparations to do so, they will move slow though, take a few months at least. I just hope nobody else jumps on them, but if it was another ally, that'd be okay. See we don't border Tunisia with our Libya, we gave the western portion of Libya to the arabs, it is called Arabian Libya, the so-called "Peacekeepers" of the world, the usual race traitor crowd, sent over 4 million soldiers to Arabian Libya to keep us out, but we were already out and pledged to stay out! Our word is something we keep! We've pledged not to expand any further and we meant it! We do have an over 500,000 strong mercenary army in Senegal right now, if our allies readying to land in Algeria needed it to help them, we could divert troops. We're also open to allowing our soldiers to serve in their units for a while as "volunteers". Then again, we can allow them to base their aircraft on our Libyan runways. There are many ways we can help those who help us."

"It sounds so much better in your country... in my country we just have filthy native Burnsians, they don't even look white. Hey, do you mind if I spend the night? I don't want to go back to my own room..." she gave her smile to him again.

"It sounds so much better in your country... in my country we just have filthy native Burnsians, they don't even look white. Hey, do you mind if I spend the night? I don't want to go back to my own room..." she gave her smile to him again.

William smiled back and said, "Sure thing, that's a great idea."

"Maybe you could help me with something I'm planning..." she rubbed her nose into the side of his torso. "I don't think the Queen is fit to rule, letting all these filthy natives run around..."

"Maybe you could help me with something I'm planning..." she rubbed her nose into the side of his torso. "I don't think the Queen is fit to rule, letting all these filthy natives run around..."


William had a large grin, a sort of "guilty" grin and then he said, "What do you have in mind?"

"We need to remove Her Highness from power, one way or another, and colonize TBD with whites. Think of it, you and me can rule it together..."

"We need to remove Her Highness from power, one way or another, and colonize TBD with whites. Think of it, you and me can rule it together..."


William smiled, and then starting to think, he liked the idea, "Yes, that's a great idea, I can provide the proxy army in the form of 5 million White Knights of Mississippi combatants trained in guerilla warfare, combined with over 400,000 ex-army and ex-special forces mercenaries, along with 500,000 Christian Martyrs Brigade militants trained in guerilla warfare and most of whom are ex-army and ex-special forces. It's a great idea. Do you think we'll need such a large force?"

"I have the Royal Armed Forces under my thumb. I know everything about the Queen, but I'm not stupid enough to order an assassination myself. I really don't think we need millions of men, as I have over 200 million myself. All we need to do is kill the Queen and her supporters. I've tried hiring people, but they always back out at the last second. Now we can finally save TBD from those native freaks..." she giggled as she retreated below the covers once again.

"I have the Royal Armed Forces under my thumb. I know everything about the Queen, but I'm not stupid enough to order an assassination myself. I really don't think we need millions of men, as I have over 200 million myself. All we need to do is kill the Queen and her supporters. I've tried hiring people, but they always back out at the last second. Now we can finally save TBD from those native freaks..." she giggled as she retreated below the covers once again.


William held back a show of digust, "Ah yes, mercenaries who fight only for money, they are never reliable. Our mercenaries fight for money and race, it's a package deal for them." He suddenly became almost euphoric, "I will send in the glorious Christian Martyrs Brigade! 10 operatives, all suicide-bombers, one of them should be able to get her taken out! Should that fail, I will have them send in an entire regiment of gunmen to storm her palace. And then you shall be placed on the throne on TBD and the ideals of whiteness shall become law!"

"What about you? Don't you want to help me rule?" she put on a pouty face.

Was she actually developing feelings for this guy?

"What about you? Don't you want to help me rule?" she put on a pouty face.


William had a look of contemplation on his face for a few seconds as he thought it over, "Yes, I suppose I will, yes that is a good idea. We shall rule together. When do you want this plan of your put into action?"


Ooc- About the Christian Martyrs Brigade:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=6643422&postcount=1

"Whenever you're ready, love. I can't wait to live in that palace, and not my crappy apartment in the High Military Command Bunker. They should treat generals better, don't you think?"

"Whenever you're ready, love. I can't wait to live in that palace, and not my crappy apartment in the High Military Command Bunker. They should treat generals better, don't you think?"


William just sighed and said, "Well I'm treated fine, my father is worth over 9 trillion dollars. I have over 500 billion dollars. Father has over 90 estates, I have 6 different estates, so I really never thought that such high important officials as yourself would have anything less than at least one estate and one summer or winter retreat."

"Oh, no... I simply get a one-bedroom apartment in a bunker, the Queen and her advisors get the estates. She even has her own private airport."

"Oh, no... I simply get a one-bedroom apartment in a bunker, the Queen and her advisors get the estates. She even has her own private airport."


William replied with a, "Well father has one of those also, most of his estates and my estates and my brother's estates have private airports. I just thought it was natural for all important officials to have such amenities. I am shocked and appalled somebody as important as you is treated worse than a black street gangster in a 10 by 10 cement prison cell! That queen of yours is a tyrant!"
She could tell by his tone and manner that he was sincerely upset that she was being treated unfair in his opinion. She realized he believed all nobles had a birthright, and that he believed she was being denied her birthright.

"You're exactly right. I'm going to sleep... see you in the morning, love."

OOC: I'm actually gunna go to sleep. It's two in the morning here. See you later. :)

"You're exactly right. I'm going to sleep... see you in the morning, love."

OOC: I'm actually gunna go to sleep. It's two in the morning here. See you later. :)


William replied with, "Me too, I'm beat, we'll talk more in the morning."


Ooc- It's 3:30 a.m. here, so I'm off in a few minutes.

you can read more details regarding the war on NS in this thread. http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=349734

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Ooc- You should have seen a post Jordaxia made a while back, involving torturing and some very specific tortures, etc.

-OOC-
Jordaxia had the balls to pull that? Heh.

So far, the ones I know of who pull graphic torture are myself, Jordaxia, Central Facehuggeria (to a lesser degree unless I missed things), and of course, Automagfreek.

Morning came and William awoke around 7:15, Katrina had been up for several minutes already.


William cheerfully said, "Good morning, sleep well? What say I make a few calls and start our plan in motion?"

"But of course. Shall I get the driver? At least I have my own damned car, not even a limo..."

Despite his vicious hangover, Ruben managed to wake himself up, especially with the help of a wake up call he had arranged before he started drinking. He felt like a bag of bricks, and barely got himself up. He had a burning sensation in his stomach, and it felt like his organs were grinding into his bone. He hoarsely coughed and took a glass of water, lukewarm from sitting out as he slept. He took a deep gulp and his breath exuded from his nose. He pushed himself up rather quickly. He instantly wondered why Riverra hadn't called him. Its not like Estaban to forget. He shrugged it off and changed into a new set of clothing.

He stumbled out of the doorway a bit and then walked down the stairs. Calling for a cup of coffee (just plain black) he considered if the fascist bastard was awake yet. He shook the former thought off, but still, the looming idea of that man's ideology loomed heavily on his mind. He passed Katrina's room on the way down, it was empty, but he already knew she stayed the night at Fabus, and knew what happened. He didn't really care, wasn't really his business.

He recalled when he first arrived that there was a strange man talking with Fabus, he hadn't seen much of him. Ruben believed he was the Propoanda minister, as far as he rmembered, Mladic or something like that. He thought for a moment. He looked to the bartender.

"Do you know where Minister Mladic is, by chance?"

"Do you know where Minister Mladic is, by chance?"


The bartender replied, "Mr Mladic arrived late last night and left with a woman he met at the bar, and might I add, a stunningly beautiful woman. he'll probably be back sometime this morning."

Ruben Tandon smiled and nodded.

"Thanks for the coffee, and that tidbit. Heres the tip."

He places 40 Hadulan pence notes on the table before taking his coffee with him to the sofa to look into the book he was reading currently. Mein Kampf, by Adolf Hitler. It interested him, not that he believed it (pure rubbish in his opinion) but he always liked looking at it from the other person's perspective.

He patiently waited for the Minister or Fabus to return, so he may go on with the business of the day.

Mladic walked into the hotel lobby, whistling, he was clearly happy. He walked by the bar and saw that somebody was reading the book "Mein Kampf", he raised his right arm out and cheerfully shouted, "Heil!" Then he saw it was arab behind the book, and his tone changed, "Oh... Never mind, sorry." He turned to walk away, somewhat embarrassed.

With an almost comical expression, Tandon looks up from his reading glasses towards the man.

"Wait a minute, I wanted to speak to you. Come, sit over there..."

He put down his book. He didn't dare extend his hand to shake, merely he interlocked his fingers and leaned back a bit.

"Ruben Tandon, Consul of Hadula. I have a small matter to discuss with you."

With an almost comical expression, Tandon looks up from his reading glasses towards the man.

"Wait a minute, I wanted to speak to you. Come, sit over there..."

He put down his book. He didn't dare extend his hand to shake, merely he interlocked his fingers and leaned back a bit.

"Ruben Tandon, Consul of Hadula. I have a small matter to discuss with you."



Mladic walked over and stuckk his hand as an offer to shake, saying, "I can tell you're Egyptian, it's a pleasure to meet somebody old enough to remember the Six Day war, but then you got them back at the start of the 1973 October War."

"But of course. Shall I get the driver? At least I have my own damned car, not even a limo..."



"Well I do have a limousine, if you'd like to go in that. But we can go in your car if you'd prefer that instead. Your choice."

Tandon looks at him suspiciously and extends his hand to shake. After a firm exchange, he urges Mladic to sit.

"Yes. Now, sit down. I have a small matter to discuss with you. When I first entered this buidling, you were discussing something with William Fabus. I believe the topic was, Judaism. Now, depsite my Arabic blood, I am not Islamic. I am a Freemason. However, I'm curious about your side of the argument. Could you tell me why the Jewish race and religion are inferior to ours?"

OOC: And yes, that is a challenge :D

"Well I do have a limousine, if you'd like to go in that. But we can go in your car if you'd prefer that instead. Your choice."

"Are you kidding? The only time I was ever in a limo was when I hotwired one back in the ghetto. Your car!"

Tandon looks at him suspiciously and extends his hand to shake. After a firm exchange, he urges Mladic to sit.

"Yes. Now, sit down. I have a small matter to discuss with you. When I first entered this buidling, you were discussing something with William Fabus. I believe the topic was, Judaism. Now, depsite my Arabic blood, I am not Islamic. I am a Freemason. However, I'm curious about your side of the argument. Could you tell me why the Jewish race and religion are inferior to ours?"

OOC: And yes, that is a challenge :D


Mladic started to speak, "Well the jews are a very smart people, that is for certain, they are not dumb like the negro. But the jew shuns hard work like the negro. But rather than being openly lazy and shiftless, the jews become parasites, they get into the management positions so they don't have to do any manual labor. Their Talmud in Yebamoth 63a. Declares that agriculture is the lowest of occupations. They hate people who farm and work in the factories, but they need their productivity. Jews are the majority of traffickers of forced prostitutes, and are the majority of pimps, over 95% of pimps in the world are jewish! It's shocking, Israel is the capital of the white sex slave trade. I could go on for hours about their control of the mass media, their promotion of any perversion that comes along, gays, pedophiles, interracial relationships, egalitarian mind poison. They turn healthy children of other races into animals by brainwashing them via the media into rejecting their own culture and ideals. They are truly a sick people."

"Are you kidding? The only time I was ever in a limo was when I hotwired one back in the ghetto. Your car!"


"Oh wait, I have to box that arab, it shouldn't take long. What say you come watch me knockout an arab, and then we go see to it our plan is put into action."

"Oh wait, I have to box that arab, it shouldn't take long. What say you come watch me knockout an arab, and then we go see to it our plan is put into action."

"Alright... just don't hurt the scum too bad." she smilied at him, as if he were her champion and she was his lady.

"Alright... just don't hurt the scum too bad." she smilied at him, as if he were her champion and she was his lady.


William held back a laugh, "Okay, I'll try to hold myself back so he at least limp away."

"Well, then, let's go. I'm anxious to see you box... you're better at that than you are at wrestling, yes?" she gave him a sly smile.

"Well, then, let's go. I'm anxious to see you box... you're better at that than you are at wrestling, yes?" she gave him a sly smile.



William smiled back, "Oh of course, I'm better at it than I am at wrestling."

"You're boxing... where? Either in the field or in your room, correct?"

"You're boxing... where? Either in the field or in your room, correct?"


"I saw a gym about a mile down the road when I was arriving here the other day. So I'm thinking they'll have the facilities for a boxing match."

"Yay, we get to ride in the limo!" said Katrina, in a rare moment of being a teenager. "It has champagne, right? And a TV? The one I hotwired had a mirrored roof..."

"Yay, we get to ride in the limo!" said Katrina, in a rare moment of being a teenager. "It has champagne, right? And a TV? The one I hotwired had a mirrored roof..."


William smiled, "It has all of those, yes."

"Ooo... but of course, I got shot in the leg after that particular joyride. Damn security."

"Ooo... but of course, I got shot in the leg after that particular joyride. Damn security."


William was genuinely concerned, "They shot you? Are you okay? The savages!"

Secret IC:
12:00AM
The cargo freighter was right off the coast of Demonic Terrorists, the containers on deck were piled high with cargo crates full of grain, but down below more profitable goods awaited shipment. 30 Caskets, all full of Opium were in a compartment to the stern of the ship. The only way in was from below, through the water. The bottom floor began to open apart, dropping the caskets into the sea below. As they hit the water, flotation devices kicked into action and held them on the surface as the cargo ship passed. Speedboats came over the horizon to pick the goods up and take them to shore...

"They paid for it. I think one of their eyeballs is still stuck on that wall." she lifted up her skirt to the thigh and showed him the scar. "I think I bandaged it myself, I have the bullet somewhere."

The Consul nods, feigning agreement.

"I see some of your arguments sir. However, I can disagree on some points. Are you not yourself becoming parasites yourself, lowering you to their level, by treating the negros, arabs, and jews as second class citizens, making them act on manual labor, not slavery mind you, and denying them passage into management positions?

Also, I fail to see proof in your accusation on the jewish slave trade. For all I know, you may be correct, but I have not heard such things, and I would like some figures if I may.

Your mass media argument is a bit hard to believe. Despite the accusations that the Jews control the media, that is only true in some areas. In the nation of Hadula, for example, the media is mostly run by the Latin-Hadulans, most channels are run in Portugese. The exception mostly being OHNN, the government owned news station, which runs in English. Also, the perversions you speak of may be opinion. Lets say, barring what the Bible says, what true harm does homosexuality bring? If you can tell me that, then I will accept that argument.

There is also your interracial relationship argument. Now, I know your country promotes racial purity and also eugenics, but as you may know, I am from a family with long terms of interracial blood. I am half-arab, and half-white for the most part. My son is mulatto, and my wife is a black woman. Now, eugenics teaches that there is a super race that can be made through gene manipulation. However, there is a reason your skin is white. There is a chemical in our skin cells, pigmentation if you will, that forms due to genes based on climate. The reason black people are black is because of the enviroment they grew in. The reason asians have slanted eyes is because the high winds and low temperatures of the region. Now, the original human race wasn't white, unless you go on the word of the Bible, which I personally don't. Eugenics and religion are hard to mix for one thing, and I'll get to that. In most theories today, humans evolved in the Middle East (as Cro-Magnans). The Neandrathals were the original whites, in Europe. I respect you as much as possible, and I will not relate you with them in an insult.

If you wish to go off the Gospels, I want to ask you something. Why do you practice Christianity? Jesus was an Arab. Its been proven by genetics, and its the only possible explanation for the region. The Crusades didn't happen until long after, there were very few caucasians in the whole of the Middle East. In Hadula, we call this hypocrisy. Also, why would God allow the genes for a superrace, as per eugenics? Why would he make a chosen race? What evil had the other races done to deserve the forsaking of God?

I'd also have you know that paedophiles are not shown in a favorable light in the mass media. Instead, they are shown negatively. Not only that, but in the religions of today, the most associated one with paedophilia is Catholism. I have a Catholic friend of mine, but we won't discuss that furthur, Your own country supports a Catholic church of your own design. Thus, you shouldn't throw stones in a glass house, no?

Egalitarian mind poison? Well, after all your talk about the corruption by mass media, why don't you ban it? No newspapers. No television. No books. After all, even a word can influence a mind. While you seek to enforce your own ideology on others, you say that other ideologies are evil for enforcing their own. If that is so evil, why lower yourself to that level?

I am sorry for my long winded rebuttal, but I ahd the intentions of engaging debate with you. I am curious what you think of it, and I want to know your response."

The Consul nods, feigning agreement.

"I see some of your arguments sir. However, I can disagree on some points. Are you not yourself becoming parasites yourself, lowering you to their level, by treating the negros, arabs, and jews as second class citizens, making them act on manual labor, not slavery mind you, and denying them passage into management positions?

Also, I fail to see proof in your accusation on the jewish slave trade. For all I know, you may be correct, but I have not heard such things, and I would like some figures if I may.

Your mass media argument is a bit hard to believe. Despite the accusations that the Jews control the media, that is only true in some areas. In the nation of Hadula, for example, the media is mostly run by the Latin-Hadulans, most channels are run in Portugese. The exception mostly being OHNN, the government owned news station, which runs in English. Also, the perversions you speak of may be opinion. Lets say, barring what the Bible says, what true harm does homosexuality bring? If you can tell me that, then I will accept that argument.

There is also your interracial relationship argument. Now, I know your country promotes racial purity and also eugenics, but as you may know, I am from a family with long terms of interracial blood. I am half-arab, and half-white for the most part. My son is mulatto, and my wife is a black woman. Now, eugenics teaches that there is a super race that can be made through gene manipulation. However, there is a reason your skin is white. There is a chemical in our skin cells, pigmentation if you will, that forms due to genes based on climate. The reason black people are black is because of the enviroment they grew in. The reason asians have slanted eyes is because the high winds and low temperatures of the region. Now, the original human race wasn't white, unless you go on the word of the Bible, which I personally don't. Eugenics and religion are hard to mix for one thing, and I'll get to that. In most theories today, humans evolved in the Middle East (as Cro-Magnans). The Neandrathals were the original whites, in Europe. I respect you as much as possible, and I will not relate you with them in an insult.

If you wish to go off the Gospels, I want to ask you something. Why do you practice Christianity? Jesus was an Arab. Its been proven by genetics, and its the only possible explanation for the region. The Crusades didn't happen until long after, there were very few caucasians in the whole of the Middle East. In Hadula, we call this hypocrisy. Also, why would God allow the genes for a superrace, as per eugenics? Why would he make a chosen race? What evil had the other races done to deserve the forsaking of God?

I'd also have you know that paedophiles are not shown in a favorable light in the mass media. Instead, they are shown negatively. Not only that, but in the religions of today, the most associated one with paedophilia is Catholism. I have a Catholic friend of mine, but we won't discuss that furthur, Your own country supports a Catholic church of your own design. Thus, you shouldn't throw stones in a glass house, no?

Egalitarian mind poison? Well, after all your talk about the corruption by mass media, why don't you ban it? No newspapers. No television. No books. After all, even a word can influence a mind. While you seek to enforce your own ideology on others, you say that other ideologies are evil for enforcing their own. If that is so evil, why lower yourself to that level?

I am sorry for my long winded rebuttal, but I ahd the intentions of engaging debate with you. I am curious what you think of it, and I want to know your response."


Mladic chuckled, "We could go on for hours. Just read my book, all the answers are in it." He takes a book out from a duffle bag, the book is long, at least 1,500 pages long, titled, "The Struggle of Our Race: The War Between the Children of Abel and the Children of Cain."

Secret IC:
12:00AM
The cargo freighter was right off the coast of Demonic Terrorists, the containers on deck were piled high with cargo crates full of grain, but down below more profitable goods awaited shipment. 30 Caskets, all full of Opium were in a compartment to the stern of the ship. The only way in was from below, through the water. The bottom floor began to open apart, dropping the caskets into the sea below. As they hit the water, flotation devices kicked into action and held them on the surface as the cargo ship passed. Speedboats came over the horizon to pick the goods up and take them to shore...

On deck of the Light Cruiser RBNS Invasive ...

A mate scans the waves for activity. Turning his binoculars past the moon, he saw a speedboat silhouetted against the light. Dropping his binoculars, he ran into the pilothouse and shouted,

"Captain! We have an unidentified vessel moving fast toward our position!"

"I see it on radar," said the captain, "send a radio message telling them to cut engines. Get a video and missile lock."

"Aye captain," said the various weapons and radio officers, who completed the orders.

"They paid for it. I think one of their eyeballs is still stuck on that wall." she lifted up her skirt to the thigh and showed him the scar. "I think I bandaged it myself, I have the bullet somewhere."


William replied, "Ah, well very few men in Mississippi above say 20, are without at least a few wounds from battle or training. I started earlier than most though. I'd tell you what the training for the Republican Guard was like, but it's too brutal and gruesome and not the sort of thing discussed with a lady. I myself have a wound, an RPG hit the wall behind me and drove a piece of brick about 4 inches into my lower back, they took in out. I've also been hit in the chest with an AK-47 round, but the armor I was wearing slowed it and altered the course, it lodged itself on a rib. Well then, shall we go find the arab that has just been asking for me to knock him out?" (He cracked a smile at the last part, he realizes he's going to win, and he enjoys the anticipation of victory)

Tandon didn't smile this time, he just looked with hidden thought. he took the book.

"Very well, I will give you my, unbiased review."

He did smirk on the last phrase. He then extended his hand again.

"I know we may not meet ideologically, but I am glad we are civilized enough to intelligently debate the topic. For this, I place you above most people of your ideology, and you have earned my respect for your skill to debate a topic. It was a real pleasure talking with you. Now, the young Fabus boy... What is he like, I mean, off the diplomatic field? Its funny, that in a world like yours, there can be so much innoncence. I can see in his eyes he really isn't thinking much about his actions. He has been raised this way. This is how it just is. I remember living like that in my childhood in Egypt. But thats another story for another time."

He smiles. He is very sincere towards the Minister, and seems to not care what he thinks of his ethnicity. The total apathy towards the racism around him fascisnates Mladic a bit. He seems to have no real pride except in his nation.

"Can I see your scar?" she asked, giggling. She usually wasn't this perky. Usually, she was calm, reserved and calculating... but William made her feel a different way... a strange way, that she couldn't describe. "And after you're done, I might have a little reward for you..."

"Can I see your scar?" she asked, giggling. She usually wasn't this perky. Usually, she was calm, reserved and calculating... but William made her feel a different way... a strange way, that she couldn't describe. "And after you're done, I might have a little reward for you..."


William pulled the back part of his shirt up, to reveal a scar that was evidence of a deep wound, the shrapnel blown into him from the RPG blast went in vertically and the scar was about 5 inches long and an inch wide.


He then lifted up the front of his shirt and she could see where the AK-47 round hit a rib.


"Okay, well you've seen them both. I'm sure there'll be more in a few months, nobody in the Republican Guard is without at least one wound." (He said it like he was proud) "Now what?"

Tandon didn't smile this time, he just looked with hidden thought. he took the book.

"Very well, I will give you my, unbiased review."

He did smirk on the last phrase. He then extended his hand again.

"I know we may not meet ideologically, but I am glad we are civilized enough to intelligently debate the topic. For this, I place you above most people of your ideology, and you have earned my respect for your skill to debate a topic. It was a real pleasure talking with you. Now, the young Fabus boy... What is he like, I mean, off the diplomatic field? Its funny, that in a world like yours, there can be so much innoncence. I can see in his eyes he really isn't thinking much about his actions. He has been raised this way. This is how it just is. I remember living like that in my childhood in Egypt. But thats another story for another time."

He smiles. He is very sincere towards the Minister, and seems to not care what he thinks of his ethnicity. The total apathy towards the racism around him fascisnates Mladic a bit. He seems to have no real pride except in his nation.

Mladic said, "I'd like to thank you as well. I must make one point though, the original of us, the one who took part in the 1984 revolution, the race war, we weren't born racist, we were made racist by a system that oppressed us and sought to destroy our race. They were so bent on our doom they even limited the amount of marriage licenses issued to white couples. They would also often take white children out of white homes and send them to mixed race homes, it was awful. We didn't ask for the war, they forced it upon us, and true to our character, we rose to the challenge and smashed them. We must remain eternally vigilant now lest the enemies regroup and attempt to exert their poisonous influence over our youth once again. Prior to the race war, many white youth were on drugs, in prison, they were what we called 'wiggers', over 60% of white males of employable age who were seeking jobs were turned down, the unemployment rate for whites was over 60% due to government quotas and so-called 'affirmative action'. The non-whites were just 8% of the total population but received the lion's share of all government benefits. It was awful... But they made the mistake of forcing our backs to the wall, and we didn't just push back, we knocked them down, down for the count."

Tandon looks to him. He the nspeaks, a bit differently then before.

"Sadly, that is the history of our nation. I do feel sorry for the horrors our forefathers brought upon the Hadulan people. Some of the things you have commited towards the other races would pale in comparison to the horrors of Imperial Hadula. That is a dark era of our history, and which is why we are the nation we are today, also, there were other men who helped us become this, but that was the motivation. We didn't want to hate anymore. And I'm afraid its happening again. I have caught word that there is now a terrorist cell in Hadula made up of the natives, who see retribution against the age old Portugese invaders. They are also fascists, and seek a militaristic government. But its an isolated group, and thankfully our friends in the Austar Union are aiding us in putting down the terrorists. I do feel sorry for your people, you have suffered much in past days. However, in my culture, retribution is a dish not served at all. I will not press my opinion on you.

By the way, William, he is genetically enhanced, correct?"

OOC: 1984? Hm, reading that book right now :D

Tandon looks to him. He the nspeaks, a bit differently then before.

"Sadly, that is the history of our nation. I do feel sorry for the horrors our forefathers brought upon the Hadulan people. Some of the things you have commited towards the other races would pale in comparison to the horrors of Imperial Hadula. That is a dark era of our history, and which is why we are the nation we are today, also, there were other men who helped us become this, but that was the motivation. We didn't want to hate anymore. And I'm afraid its happening again. I have caught word that there is now a terrorist cell in Hadula made up of the natives, who see retribution against the age old Portugese invaders. They are also fascists, and seek a militaristic government. But its an isolated group, and thankfully our friends in the Austar Union are aiding us in putting down the terrorists. I do feel sorry for your people, you have suffered much in past days. However, in my culture, retribution is a dish not served at all. I will not press my opinion on you.

By the way, William, he is genetically enhanced, correct?"

OOC: 1984? Hm, reading that book right now :D


Mladic replied with a sort of blend between casual and serious, trying to distract him and then set it up for a quick topic change, "Genetic enhancements, I am not at liberty to discuss that topic.... Well what are you doing later today? Anything interesting?"

Tandon's brow raised.

"Boxing actually. Against Fabus. I online assumed the genetic enhancements because you preach so highly of it, I would only assume you have the bravery to use such dangerous technology on your nobles."

He smiled almost sheepishly but then continued.

"I don't know if I will win, I'm not young anymore. But I'm still in shape, and skilled, practice everytime I get. Of course, experience may not beat genetics, no? I remember, back in Egypt during the sixties, I was quite the celebrity. Though my name has fallen into obscurity. Undefeated, except for one match, but it was an illegal move. Long story behind that match. I bet I sound like a rambling old man, always speaking of my childhood, full of stories. Talking about the good ol' days."

He chuckled and raised the book he was reading earlier, still listening to the Minister as he read.

Tandon's brow raised.

"Boxing actually. Against Fabus. I online assumed the genetic enhancements because you preach so highly of it, I would only assume you have the bravery to use such dangerous technology on your nobles."

He smiled almost sheepishly but then continued.

"I don't know if I will win, I'm not young anymore. But I'm still in shape, and skilled, practice everytime I get. Of course, experience may not beat genetics, no? I remember, back in Egypt during the sixties, I was quite the celebrity. Though my name has fallen into obscurity. Undefeated, except for one match, but it was an illegal move. Long story behind that match. I bet I sound like a rambling old man, always speaking of my childhood, full of stories. Talking about the good ol' days."

He chuckled and raised the book he was reading earlier, still listening to the Minister as he read.



Mladic chuckled as well, "Ah yes, I was something of a dueler in the old days, I still duel occasionally. I've been in probably three hundred duels. Now William he is a good boxer, his record is very great, he's won over 95% of his matches... I think he'll be winning another one today, but good luck to you, you'll need it", he said with a grin.

OOC: Be back in a couple hours, feel free to bring Katrina to the match.

Tandon didn't answer, and instead kept reading, not really dwelling much on the match.

OOC: Be back in a couple hours, feel free to bring Katrina to the match.


Ooc- Okay. :D




William showered and then got dressed while Katrina was eating breakfast the servants had brought up (all good servants know the time their master usually gets up)

When he was done showering, she went to shower (there is more than one shower in this hotel room, but for some reason, people don't like to use multiple showers, etc, maybe it drains the hot water?)


William was eating breakfast when Katrina walked out, dressed and ready to go, she was wearing one of his Republican Guard desert camo uniforms, he held back a laugh, and she asked him what was funny, he replied, "Ah, nothing, it's just that uniform seems made for you, if you want, you can keep it."

She accepted and thanked him for the generosity, then they made their way downstairs.


They walked into the lounge and saw Mladic and the arab talking.


William called out, "Hello Consul, are you ready for the boxing match, there is a gym not far from here, let us go there so I can beat you in style in a real ring."

Tandon looked up from his book. Mein Kampf.

"You mean square, right?"

At first, the phrase confused Fabus but then he realized that Tandon was only playing with him. The older man nodded and folded up the book. He slung a duffle bag over his shoulder and smiled. He didn't really much care for winning, he loved to box, but for some reason, he had a feeling within him. Something inside of him wanted him to win. To show the little "man" what he really was beyond "the arab consular." He shrugged off the thought.

"I'll see you there, I'm going to walk."

He turned around and walked out the door, and started walking.

Tandon looked up from his book. Mein Kampf.

"You mean square, right?"

At first, the phrase confused Fabus but then he realized that Tandon was only playing with him. The older man nodded and folded up the book. He slung a duffle bag over his shoulder and smiled. He didn't really much care for winning, he loved to box, but for some reason, he had a feeling within him. Something inside of him wanted him to win. To show the little "man" what he really was beyond "the arab consular." He shrugged off the thought.

"I'll see you there, I'm going to walk."

He turned around and walked out the door, and started walking.



William led Katrina to the limousine, it was quite large and could seat at least 15 people in the back, there was a separate middle section for guards, of which there were 4 guards in there, and then the driver and 1 more guard up front. William held the door for Katrina and waited for her to get in, then he got in and a guard got out to close his door before getting back in the middle section.

William activate a switch to put the separating windows up for privacy.

The limousine started to move, William said, "Since the arab is walking, why don't we take a scenic route so we'll get there about the same time... I'd say it'll take him at least 20 minutes to walk a mile."

He pressed a button for the intercom and told the driver, "Would you mind just driving around for about 15 minutes and then head to the gym."

The driver acknowledged him and started to drive around aimlessly.

Tandon looked up from his book. Mein Kampf.

"You mean square, right?"

At first, the phrase confused Fabus but then he realized that Tandon was only playing with him. The older man nodded and folded up the book. He slung a duffle bag over his shoulder and smiled. He didn't really much care for winning, he loved to box, but for some reason, he had a feeling within him. Something inside of him wanted him to win. To show the little "man" what he really was beyond "the arab consular." He shrugged off the thought.

"I'll see you there, I'm going to walk."

He turned around and walked out the door, and started walking.



Mladic said to Tandon, "Shall we race to the gym?"

Actually, the Arab wanted to walk to warm up. He jogged quite briskly, to a speed of 6 miles an hour. He arrived within 10 minutes. With the 10 minutes he had before Fabus arrived, he put on his equipment (such as headgear, boxing shorts, groin guard, and gloves), and began to warm up with stretches. With the few minutes he had left after that, he sharpened his skills on the punching bag in the training room, mostly working on his weaving. He asked one of the coaches to help him out by play a simpel one round match. He mainly wanted to work on his dodging skills. After the training, he heard commotion in the lobby. He took a sip out of his water bottle and used his rag to wipe off the sweat from his forehead.

He started walking towards the lobby, wondering if Fabus had arrived.

OOC: Oh, I didn't realize Mladic wanted to race him, lets say they did. And since I'm probally going to get my ass handed to me at boxing, lets say it was a tie.

Actually, the Arab wanted to walk to warm up. He jogged quite briskly, to a speed of 6 miles an hour. He arrived within 10 minutes. With the 10 minutes he had before Fabus arrived, he put on his equipment (such as headgear, boxing shorts, groin guard, and gloves), and began to warm up with stretches. With the few minutes he had left after that, he sharpened his skills on the punching bag in the training room, mostly working on his weaving. He asked one of the coaches to help him out by play a simpel one round match. He mainly wanted to work on his dodging skills. After the training, he heard commotion in the lobby. He took a sip out of his water bottle and used his rag to wipe off the sweat from his forehead.

He started walking towards the lobby, wondering if Fabus had arrived.


William walked into the gym like an admiral walking onto the deck of an enemy ship taken as a prize. He tossed his cigar into the ashtray next to the garbage can. Katrina followed right behind him.

He told her, "Ah, today you're going to see the "Little Dreadnought" in action, that's what they dubbed me back in Mississippi."

William walked off to the locker room to change and put all his gear on.

He came out a few minutes later and started to do stretches and warm ups. After about twenty minutes, he said to the consul, "Shall we begin?"

The consul didn't know that CM boxing matches had no limit on the number of rounds, and rounds went for four minutes each. The longest recorded match in CM history lasted twenty hours, twelve minutes, and fifteen seconds before the challenger collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Paul Stahlecker won the match against a massively large native tribal from Angola, a black man over 7'2 and 290 lbs. Even though Stahlecker was just 6'4 he accepted the challenge to defend Mississippian honor. Stahlecker had been in racial science classes and so he knew the way to defeat a black in boxing was to avoid attempting to stand at a distance and trade punches, that would only get you knocked out. The plan was to close fast and deal large amounts of blows to the stomach and chest to exhaust them. He knew blacks had thicker skulls and generally longer reach than whites. William believed this to be the case with arabs, so his plan would be the same.


William stepped into the ring and Mladic helped him put his gloves on. William stopped for a second, turned to face Katrina who was in a chair near the ring, and he blew her a kiss. Then he turned back around and said to the arab, "Well, are you ready?"

OOC: Bad strategy for "Walking Mountain" my friend. And anyway, you neglect his caucasian heritage. He is mostly white, its just his skin is much darker than a white man. And Arabs are different from Africans, related, yes, but not exactly. Plus, going off racial stereotypes is a bad thing ;)

Fabus never eralized just how large this man was. Not in the way of height, but his body was very well toned. he was slightly shorter than Fabus was, but he was very broad and stout. His fists seemed the size of hams.

"What about the referee Fabus?"

OOC: Bad strategy for "Walking Mountain" my friend. And anyway, you neglect his caucasian heritage. He is mostly white, its just his skin is much darker than a white man. And Arabs are different from Africans, related, yes, but not exactly. Plus, going off racial stereotypes is a bad thing ;)

Fabus never eralized just how large this man was. Not in the way of height, but his body was very well toned. he was slightly shorter than Fabus was, but he was very broad and stout. His fists seemed the size of hams.

"What about the referee Fabus?"


Mladic removed the robe draped over fabus, he wasn't in it, so to speak, it was over him. When Mladic removed it, the consul could see Fabus's arm muscles were about as large as his own leg muscles were. His stomach muscles were incredibly well toned, and Fabus looked built not like one ox, but multiple oxen. Fabus grinned when he saw the look of shock and surprise on the face of his opponent.

Mladic called out, "I'll ref!"


The Consul could see that Fabus had a large scar over where one of his ribs was, probably a battle wound. William put both his hands in the air and waved to the crowd that was gathering (20 other people who were working out in the gym at the time and gathered because they want to see the match)

The Dreadnought called out to the Arab, "You know Mississippian boxing rules? There are no limits on matches, we go until somebody is out."


Edited: Just fixing some spelling errors (Yes I have a habit of going back and reading recent posts, I spot errors occasionally and just have to fix them)

OOC: Oh, he wouldn't be so shocked, he's seen people like that.

Ruben literally spits down at the ground in front of Fabus.

"You think you can make up your lack of skill with mutations? We used to disqualify people like you. Of course, back then, it was only steroids."

Ruben suddenly lost all politeness. Fabus was everything he hated. He was blind, he was arrogant, he was a walking mound of filth. Rather reminded Ruben of his brother Thomas.

"Only so much can be achieved by genetics. Only so much can be achieved by skill. Only so much can be achieved by arrogance. Your not a boxer, your a freak of nature who seeks perfection by violating what the great lord in Heaven gave you."

Ruben's face is now full of pure anger. But he stands, his hands ready.

"Your no man of God. If God was here now, he would spit on your filthy little bag of steroids and "enhancements" you call your body."

Suffice to say, Fabus probally doesn't take too kindly to this.

OOC: Oh, he wouldn't be so shocked, he's seen people like that.

Ruben literally spits down at the ground in front of Fabus.

"You think you can make up your lack of skill with mutations? We used to disqualify people like you. Of course, back then, it was only steroids."

Ruben suddenly lost all politeness. Fabus was everything he hated. He was blind, he was arrogant, he was a walking mound of filth. Rather reminded Ruben of his brother Thomas.

"Only so much can be achieved by genetics. Only so much can be achieved by skill. Only so much can be achieved by arrogance. Your not a boxer, your a freak of nature who seeks perfection by violating what the great lord in Heaven gave you."

Ruben's face is now full of pure anger. But he stands, his hands ready.

"Your no man of God. If God was here now, he would spit on your filthy little bag of steroids and "enhancements" you call your body."

Suffice to say, Fabus probally doesn't take too kindly to this.


Fabus Spat a wad of tobacco juice right in front of the arab, then he spat the leaves out into the bucket Mladic had for him. With hatred burning in his eyes, and his face turning red with rage, he shouted at the arab. "You fucking arab scum, you're a worthless sand nig--r and you know it. I've been in battle against people like you, they think they're good fighters, until the cavalry pounce them and I sink my sword into their chest and bathe my hands in their blood. It'll be no different with you, except I won't be killing you. Let me tell you something, just one of our pilots a Colonel Herman Von Thaller, fighting in the Egyptian War when we invaded your shitty, pathetic excuse of a nation, he managed to down over 120 of your aircraft. Because they were piloted by dumb fuck arabs like yourself! Thaller was flying an F-16D loaded with his custom weaponry, and in one battle Thaller shot down 8 MiG-29s, 8 Mirage F1s, 4 F-16s, 4 F-14s and 112 MiG-21s. You people are arrogant, you think you stand a chance against me. I am a testament to the miracles of Eugenics and White genetic sciences. Science is something you arabs were good at, seven hundred years ago. But now your shit excuse of a civilization has been eclipsed by the true people of God! You're nothing better than a nig--r tribal, except you don't eat your neighbors. Now I'm done talking, you're going down."

He turned to Mladic who put his mouthpiece in for him and then he got ready for the sound of the first round to begin.

What the consul didn't know was that William had been trained by Paul Stahlecker (One of the greatest boxers in Mississippi). Stahlecker was around in the time before genetic enhancements and so his skill was largely due to his own training and work. He had taught William everything he knew about boxing, and so William was essentially a Paul Stahlecker with added enhancements, a sort of super-champion. Stahlecker was indeed the best boxer in Mississippi. He got is start back in the mid-late 70s as a youth and then continued on to win numerous medals. Had the consul known that William had spent years being trained by Stahlecker, he might have been afraid.

But the match was about to begin and he had no idea...

As Ruben silently put in his mouth piece, he saw a face in the crowd that was unnaturally familiar. He shook it off quickly, as that would distract him from this fight. But he knew he was being watched. By someone he knew.

He silently waited for the bell, after the vicious exchange there was much commotion in the crowd. While almost everyone knew the Mississipian was to win, not everyone exactly was rooting for him. Really, the crowd's supprot wasn't going to help anyone. Ruben took the time before the bell to look at his opponent. While it would appear that he had little weakness, there was a single flaw. Fabus was going to fight him like a black man, which means he was going to come through in close. It would probally only work in the first parts of the game, but he knew how he could try this.

He looked to Mladic. He of course was suspicious of him as referee, but he let the thought passed and turned his eyes back on Fabus. It seemed that it would last forever, the wait. Tandon could hear the tickin of the clock. He felt the sweat beading on his forehead. He practicly felt the sweat on his opponent's forehead, the atmosphere was so thick and humid and-

DING!

Sudden power and adrenaline rushed into Tandon as Fabus, as Tandon predict he would msot likely do in the first round, came aggresively foward. Tandon weaved halfway to the elft, knowing that that wouldn't save him from a blow but would leave Fabus opened as he had to turn for that vital half-second. As Fabus turned when Tandon stepped a little to the left, even though it was jsut a slight shift of movement and the huge arm was coming from below, luckily Fabus used his left arm to strike, which gave Tandon a slight edge as he ran his fist into Fabus's fist. Doing so weakened Tandon greatly as great leaps of pain surged through his arm, he felt like it was being crushed. But thats what he wanted. Fabus made a single mistake with the blow. To put his weight into the blow in an attempt to bring down Tandon's power, he moved his other arm backwards a bit, leaving a small opening. Swiping with his left arm in a jab, Tandon made the first scorable hit on the stomach. As he did so he released his right arm and Fabus fell foward into his blow. While it felt like hitting a brick wall, Tandon gave Fabus the message that it won't be all too easy.

Quickly Ruben stepped again to the left giving the slightly off-balance Fabus a time to stubmle foward a bit. This time he acted much faster and came behind Fabus as the roaring Dreadnaught turned around. It wasn't so much as the blow hurt, it was that the Arab actually hit him. Stepping back within a few feet of the ropes, Ruben knew that after this the exchange of blows would for a moment come in Fabus's favor. However, getting the first "hit" was something Ruben knew he could get and wanted, even if he did not win the match. He waited as much as possible for Fabus's juggernaut arms to come at him. he was going evasive instead of blocking, he would attempt to move foward with his blow and aim right to Fabus's side.

William had only been phased by the stomach hit, because his wound was there, but other than that, he was fine. He shook off the first blows that the arab had gotten in. He then made a feint as though he were going to rush him and go for the stomach, the arab stepped forward and moved to block him with the left and try for a chest hit with the right. William swept to the side, his reaction time and movements taking the arab completely by surprise, blocked the move against his chest.

Then he revealed his real plan when he delivered a crushing right uppercut into the arab's jaw, a loud snap sounded and they both realized that the arab's jaw was broken. Fabus then delivered a serious of blows to his stomach, almost two dozen, in such rapid succession and speed it shocked everybody.


Then the bell sounded for the end of the first round.


William went back his corner and looked at the arab, mockingly he called out, "How is your jaw, camel jockey!


During the whole match, the referee, had his back turned and was talking to a young woman who was watching the match, he asked her, "Do you want to go grab some lunch when this is over?" She replied, "That sounds good."

OOC: Meh, that was barely a minute yeh sissy ;)

Ruben did not say anything. The blow was cushioned by the head guard, but it was still broken, but at least it woudln't stop him fighting. He sat in his corner and simply took a drink from the water bottle. After that, he simply waited for the new round to come.

OOC: How about this: Each round will be two posts. I posted first this time, then you posted, then there is the breakposts, you start, I post, break posts. That way its more fluid, no?

OOC: Meh, that was barely a minute yeh sissy ;)

Ruben did not say anything. The blow was cushioned by the head guard, but it was still broken, but at least it woudln't stop him fighting. He sat in his corner and simply took a drink from the water bottle. After that, he simply waited for the new round to come.

OOC: How about this: Each round will be two posts. I posted first this time, then you posted, then there is the breakposts, you start, I post, break posts. That way its more fluid, no?


Okay, so who makes the next post? Me?

OOC: It would seem so, considering I was the last to post.

The bell for the second round rang, William moved out of his corner, he realized Arabs were not to be dealt with as Blacks... Closing would give this man the advantage, he was going to stand at a distance, deflect the arabs blows, and try to get as many head hits in as he could. He was literally going to pound his head senseless until he collapsed or gave up.

The arab rushed forward and got the first in because William was distracted (looking at Katrina) and he didn't have time to block it, but he took the hit to the chest well, and then countered by jumping back and delivering two massive blows to the side of the consul's head. The arab was visibly shaken and left dizzy from that, he vision was starting to become blurred... But he didn't intend to lose sight of the objective, he rushed William and delivered six blows to the area where his wound to the rib was. William winced in pain and was pushed back against the ropes.

Mladic stopped talking to the woman long enough to get the arab off of him for pushing him into the ropes and keeping him there. William kept his left arm down near his wounded area to guard it while he swung wide the right and hit the arab in the side of the head again, sending him back in a daze.

Both of the men were circling the ring, sizing each other up. Waiting for a the next move to be made.

William was really starting to feel pain near the rib, and the arab was struggling just to stand, his vision fading in and out of blurry and a mess of colors and shapes. He knew he had to fight on...

Ooc- Okay, finish the round.

-Akai's Room

T7 chuckled, watching some Terran animated show. "This mouse possessess much fighting spirit. The cat is twice his size, yet he always is defeated."

"Stop watching Tom and Jerry and spar with me, damn it!" Xerys yelled, glaring at his co/sub-commander.

"You have two-hundred and thirty-four years of hand to hand combat training. Thirty years of Terran condition adjustment. Eighty-four years of physical conditioning. Machina knows how many years of psionics and poisons training." He turned, looking at his friend and (technically) superior officer. "If you aren't ready by now, you suck."

Xerys just stuck his tongue out at his friend, grinning. "Hey, The Pact prevents me from using psionics unless the Ape uses one of those whistles." He shook his head, blinking. "Besides, the whistle did its damage. Using any kind of telekinesis in a controlled way is pretty damn near impossible."

"So you might go berzerk if he uses another whistle."

"Yup."

T7 thought a moment, seeming concerned until, in classic X1-trained fashion, laughed. "Cool!"

"... Just watch your damn cartoons."


-OOC-
Just giving an IC reason why some Mekantan traits that would imbalance (even further) any fight between Xerys and William. Meaning no psionics unless another whistle is used, (in which case sheer telekinetic force will rip apart just about anything in the room) and no poison unless Willy tries to cheat. And no, nothing lethal. Mekantan poison paralyzes temporarily. And yes, it's strong enough to affect a human.

Ruben didn't stagger now. He was going to attack from ranged. Ruben didn't have the reach that Fabus had. However, he was distracted so Ruben could get in, and he realized he had an Achilles Heel, that scar on his stomach. When Ruben hit that spot, he could feel that it did pain to him. However, he would have to get in there first to do so. Fabus was going to wear Ruben down, which was probally the best strategy. This is why Ruben was right now circling with Fabus around the ring, far from reach. Think....

That was it. Think. He had an idea...

Ruben suddenly rushed at Fabus again, and Fabus did exactly as he predicted and barraged Ruben with his huge arms in the stomach and chest, and with a final blow, knocked Ruben to the ground. Mladic began the 10 second count.

1...

Ruben's eyes closed, bruised and swollen.

2...

Fabus's body loomed over Ruben.

3... 4... 5...

Ruben slowly muttered a single sentence.

"Fall down five times..."

He regained his energy quickly and pressed down on the ground and got up, staggering from side to side. His eyes seemed sealed shut by the swelling. His arms were weak and hung at his sides.

"Box!"

After Mladic yelled this Fabus grinned openly, and went at the Arab. The Arab's eyes opened and as Fabus prepared to do a uppercut swung his arm up into his stomach and as the Mississippian recoiled from the blow, he hit the right side of the boy's head and then double hit his weak point. He continued in a very short barrage and he spotted the huge boy ready his fist. Quickly he shot his arm to the side and hit the roaring tsunami. But no matter how hard the wind blows, the mountain will not bend.

Quickly he stepped back and ducked for a blow and was in mid point in striking Fabus when the bell rign and they both stopped. Hesitantly they both went to their respective corners.

When Tandon sat down, he was contacted by one of the Hadulan diplomats that accompanied him. His face turned to sheer horro after the sobbing diplomat stopped talking. Tandon stood up and took of his gloves.

"I am sorry to announce I cannot participate in this match any furthur. We have a crisis back in Hadula, and I must leave. Our beloved Consul Riverra has been executed by native militants. I am sorry, I msut leave."

He throws his gloes in the middle of the arena.

"Let us solve our petty conflicts another time, Fabus."

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"Let us solve our petty conflicts another time, Fabus."


William replied in a friendly tone that quickly changed to serious, "I have no conflicts with you. You just wanted to fight me from the first minute you saw me because my nation believes in fascism and white supremacy. And you think I being a Fabus, and a son of the Premier, and a personification of the nation and the ideals that you so hate. By you fighting me, you are really fighting a personal war against Mississippi and white supremacy. That is what this is about. Anyway, you fought better than anybody I've ever gone up against, except for Paul Stahlecker."


William leaned over the bucket next to his chair and a large stream of pinkish vomit spilled out of his mouth as he clutched his stomach. The wound near his rib was opened up, the stitching had been knocked loose, a small amount of blood was seeping out.

Meanwhile the consul noticed he had lost four teeth in the match, blood was dripping out of mouth in globs.

William turned to him and then said, "Do you need a doctor or a dentist? My personal physician can help you."

ViZion asks that all nations cease their useless bickering. There is no reason to bicker, not unless you plan to take over their nation, in which case ViZion will be forced to move its military into the offending nations homelands to make them stop. We are here to REBUILD the nation of Demonic Terrorists, not to take them over. This is not your nation, nor is it mine. It is the citizens of Demonic Terrorists nation. They must select their new government on their own free will. Any nations who try to force these people to do what you want, or try to force a new government on them, will face the consequinces. ViZion will not allow a just-nearly-destroyed nation to be taken advantage of.

Again, you are warned, stop your bickering, and withdraw any military sent it.

Those who do not will be admitting to imperialistic actions against the nation of Demonic Terrorists and we WILL send military in to your nation to have you withdraw your forces.

Thank you,

President Maybury
Nano Soft will pull out all forces my DT. All attacks on TBD will be are stoped.

"We Mississippians use all the tactics and strategy that our superior intellect grants us. I am terribly sorry you are racially inferior swine not even from our planet! I have fought over half a dozen battles and always command from the front. I will meet you for a duel after my boxing match with the arab consular. We shall speak more of this tomorrow."

-OOC-
I'll assume that reply has come by now. ^_^

-IC-
Xerys just smiled as he stood in the lobby, the six AI guards keeping sharp watch for any of Fabus's pet apes. He shook his head, trying to shake the racist comments out of his head. He didn't think too highly of humans, natural for being a superior creature, but he didn't insult them. Only when anxious.

He was looking forward to seeing if William was ready. Granted, he would give the boy a chance to recover from his fight with the other human. After all, he would need all the help he could get against the superior Mekantan.

And if all else failed and the Terran cheated... well, Mekantans almost always had backup plans...

William replied in a friendly tone that quickly changed to serious, "I have no conflicts with you. You just wanted to fight me from the first minute you saw me because my nation believes in fascism and white supremacy. And you think I being a Fabus, and a son of the Premier, and a personification of the nation and the ideals that you so hate. By you fighting me, you are really fighting a personal war against Mississippi and white supremacy. That is what this is about. Anyway, you fought better than anybody I've ever gone up against, except for Paul Stahlecker."


William leaned over the bucket next to his chair and a large stream of pinkish vomit spilled out of his mouth as he clutched his stomach. The wound near his rib was opened up, the stitching had been knocked loose, a small amount of blood was seeping out.

Meanwhile the consul noticed he had lost four teeth in the match, blood was dripping out of mouth in globs.

William turned to him and then said, "Do you need a doctor or a dentist? My personal physician can help you."

The man was silenced by him, as he was right. He shook his head.

"No, I must leave now, I'm just a bit knocked up.. I must go quickly. I am sorry I had to leave the conference so soon."

He barely could get himself out of the ring and he quickly donned his clothes in the locker room. Ignoring the pain coming from all over his body (especially the arm that met Fabus's in the first roung) he went out and got in the Hadulan ambassadorial vehicle. It quickly sped off, almost as if the plague was chasing it.

"What the hell are you doing, slow down!"

"But you said yourself, Consul. You must get their quickly..."

"Wh-?"

He wasn't answered, instead, he felt a small pressure on his bleeding lips, and a sudden numbness, and it faded into black.

The man who was waiting for the Consul in the back seat smiled. He patted the unconscious Consul on the shoulder.

"No need to worry yourself now..."

As the vehicle drived down into the private airport they had already loaded Ruben's body in a bag and were lifting him into plane. The captian, the man who drugged the Consul, took a drag on his cigar as his men loaded "the cargo" on the newly purchased private plane. He grinned, his teeth yellowed and disgusting as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

His name was David Lani (http://www.iownjoo.com/freeimghost/VeniceDamon/che.jpg), he was second in commade of the LJFA organization, and of the new fascist movement in Hadula.

"Quickly now, I paid the guards enough to buy us fifteen minutes, we must leave in ten. General Kawau is waiting for his prisoner."

William's stomach was hurting as though a bomb had gone off inside... He continued to vomit until after what seemed an eternity, he stopped... It was actually only about 90 seconds though. He climbed out of the ring and Mladic helped him get his gloves off and helped him to the locker room. The crowd had mixed reactions, they all agreed Fabus was about to win anyway.

William struggled to smile at Katrina as he was carried passed her. She smiled back.

William was almost in a daze from the shooting pain near his rib. Once inside the locker room, Mladic took out a small medical kit and loaded some morphine into a needle, then he injected it locally into the area near the rib. William immediately felt better, but he also started to feel drousy from the morphine. William decided to shower but he was too tired to stand, Mladic held him up while a servant scrubbed him. About five minutes into what would be atwenty minute shower, William felt invigorated and was able to stand on his own. Suddenly something popped into his head, something was wrong, he hadn't seen that man before, the one who called the arab away.

William told Mladic to call the squad of guards that was at the airport guarding his private plane and tell them to intercept the car the arab was in and make sure he was okay.

Mladic got right on that and 8 of the 10 guards went off to look for the arab. They were split into 4 two man teams, each man had an MP-5K under his sport coat.



William finally finished his shower and got dressed in his general's dress uniform, blue and white with gold trim. He took a wood box out from the locker, inside were two dueling pistols. He walked out and said to Katrina, "Well, did you enjoy the boxing match? If you'd like, you may come along with me and watch me duel a Mekantan who needs to be put into his place."

bump

Mladic got no answer.

As the squads go out, they see in the horizon the airport and as they close in, they notice the plane is leaving much ahead of schedule. They also notice there are no guards protecting the airport.

Hladic got no answer.

As the squads go out, they see in the horizon the airport and as they close in, they notice the plane is leaving much ahead of schedule. They also notice there are no guards protecting the airport.


Ooc- The CM soldiers are already at the airport, they guard Fabus's plane to make sure nobody tampers with it. Unless you're planning on having them successfully abduct him, I'd like to try having some soldiers rescue him.

OOC: While I wouldn't mind a small skirmish between the native militants and the guards, the kidnapping should take place ,because I'm planning on making a large civil war within Hadula. It will also lead to Hadula making their first actually military.

The two men left at the airport that were already there didn't respond to Mladic because the militants were in the plane cargo bay and had ambushed them once the guard was down. There were three militant casualties. These are normal terrorrists, these are highly trained individuals that were at one time a paramiltiary organization that worked for the Hadulan government.

We can roleplay the teams intercepting the vehicle.

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The black vehicle rumbled across the desert road. The four soldiers had formed a small roadblock and the vehicle slowed down and stopped. The driver, a sly, islander man with a catching grin and goatee, smiled and asked the soldiers.

"Is there a problem?"

OOC: While I wouldn't mind a small skirmish between the native militants and the guards, the kidnapping should take place ,because I'm planning on making a large civil war within Hadula. It will also lead to Hadula making their first actually military.

The two men left at the airport that were already there didn't respond to Mladic because the militants were in the plane cargo bay and had ambushed them once the guard was down. There were three militant casualties. These are normal terrorrists, these are highly trained individuals that were at one time a paramiltiary organization that worked for the Hadulan government.

We can roleplay the teams intercepting the vehicle.

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The black vehicle rumbled across the desert road. The four soldiers had formed a small roadblock and the vehicle slowed down and stopped. The driver, a sly, islander man with a catching grin and goatee, smiled and asked the soldiers.

"Is there a problem?"


The soldiers trained their MP-5Ks on the passengers and driver, one of the men shouted, "Driver! with your left hand, take the keys out the ignition and throw them out the window! Don't touch your seat belt or anything else."

Another soldiers shouted, "Front passenger, hands of the dashboard!"

Yet another soldiers shouted, "Rear passengers, hands of the heads of the seats in front of you!"

The driver seemed a bit confused but did nothing out of the norm. He pulled out the keys out of the ignition and tossed them from the window and raised his hands above his head. There was no front passenger. There was no passengers in the back either.

"I've done what you said sir..."

The driver seemed a bit confused but did nothing out of the norm. He pulled out the keys out of the ignition and tossed them from the window and raised his hands above his head. There was no front passenger. There was no passengers in the back either.

"I've done what you said sir..."



The man called, "Step out of the car and turn around with your hands on your head, then walk backwards to the sound of my voice!"

-OOC-
Now watch as I unleash the psychological tactic of "Make Thy Opponent Read A Bunch Of Stuff And Say It's All Relevant"

Simplified Mekantan Physiology vs Humans
Not even the Ferans know all the details about what Mekantan organics are capable of. They just know the high pitched thing instinctively. (Mekantans and Ferans are natural enemies.) There's some information stating that Mekantans are poisonous and it's fairly common knowlage when looking for information on Mekanta that they have psionic/psychokinetic abilities. (Telepathy with training, telekinesis, energy manipulation)


Mekantans have a higher bone and flesh density than Humans, making swimming not exactly one of thier fortes. Like human muscles, Mekantan bones grow stronger with use. Unfortunately, the only way to get use is to be put under stress. As a result, Mekantans who lack military training and conditioning tend to have rather brittle bones and cannot take hard impacts well.

Mekantan vision is, on average, considerably worse than that of a human. They see movement very well, though, and have a hightened sense of smell. They see into infrared range light, but it takes conditioning to be able to tolorate light not from Mekanta's native realms.

All joints in Mekantan limbs are essentially variations on a ball-joint, leading to considerably higher flexibility than Humans and making them dangerous in hand to hand combat due to thier reaction time and quickness of movements. Counterbalancing this is the fact that they have considerably lower endurance compared to a Terran and

Naturally, the largest differences are the 50% genetic probability of poisonous talons in male Mekantans, and the natural psionic abilities. These are the largest factors to deal with when fighting a Mekantan. Fortuantely, the use of Psionics is covered by The Pact and thus aren't allowed in honorable combat against an inferior race.

Second highest concern when dealing with Mekantans isn't in thier body, but thier mind. A Mekantan can, on average, think three times faster than a human. As such, Mekantans tend to think of tricks and strategies rather quickly. (Some believe this tendancy to be the origin of the Mekantan policy of "Examine, Evolve, Exterminate") Their brain is crystal-based rather than the fleshy organ of Humans. In half-Mekantans, the brain becomes something of a hybrid and varies from half-breed to half-breed.

It is the crystaline structure of thier bones, brains, and several other structures that leads to Mekanta's (by now) fairly well known weakness to high pitched sound. Sustained high pitched sounds are known to throw Mekantan psionics out of whack, leading to either a conscious shutdown of any active psionic ability, or a "berzerker" mode where the higher brain functions of the individual quit and he or she operates on pure destructive instinct.


And I'll spare you any more since I want to make an IC post, too. I really need to make a topic with all of this some time.

So Fabus is going to bring pistols despite the challenge being for hand to hand combat. ^_^


-IC-

Xerys smiled as the AI, having abandoned the trenchcoats and now clad in the dress cloak of a Mekantan soldier, stood at the walls of the lobby. He stood patiently, hands clasped behind his back, waiting for Fabus to come down. T7 stood behind him, arms crossed.

"If he comes down, we will offer him a chance to rest." Akai said, smirking. He didn't even turn to speak to T7, the AI immediately knowing who he was addressing.

"Correct. He is likely in poor condition after his fight."

"Yes, he is, after all, only Human." Xerys chuckled. He disliked the feel of his Mekantan officer's uniform. T7 insisted he return to the room and change, and reluctantly he did so. He didn't wear his armor, opting instead for the black pants and black yukata-like top of a standard uniform. He didn't wear his glasses, but for this he didn't need them. The metallic red trim on both garments shone brightly in the light, but brightest was the Imperial Crest, a gear with a sword running through the middle, layed out in the same metallic red and inlaid with rubies. This was proudly displayed on the headband he wore, but also adorned the right breast of his shirt above his rank insignia, on both shoulders, and on the hilt of his xyryntha blade.

He drew the traditional Mekantan sword, noting the shine of the blood-red blade before resheathing it.

He was ready...

The man slowly used his right hand (it was a European made care) to open the door and he slowly slid otu with his hands behind his head. He slowly walked backwards towards the soldiers voice. He was not resisting or protesting this at all. He was unnaturally cool about it and asked no questions. He was so innocent, that he had guilty written all over him.

The man slowly used his right hand (it was a European made care) to open the door and he slowly slid otu with his hands behind his head. He slowly walked backwards towards the soldiers voice. He was not resisting or protesting this at all. He was unnaturally cool about it and asked no questions. He was so innocent, that he had guilty written all over him.


The soldiers ordered him to go down on his knees and cross his legs. Then one man kept him covered while another approached hhim and handcuffed him... The other two soldiers started to search the car and one of them opened the trunk to look.

Ooc- What will they find?

The trunk is filled with.... Air ;).

When the soldiers look through the car, they find 1.89 Hadulan pence in loose change, some lint, a fully loaded Glock pistol, a driver's license, oh, and a cotton pad discarded on the floor. With a rather large bloodstain. Also, when one of the soldiers crawls onto the backseat, the air escaping from the padding almost whistles. Must be made out of some new bedding material.

So Fabus is going to bring pistols despite the challenge being for hand to hand combat. ^_^


-IC-

Xerys smiled as the AI, having abandoned the trenchcoats and now clad in the dress cloak of a Mekantan soldier, stood at the walls of the lobby. He stood patiently, hands clasped behind his back, waiting for Fabus to come down. T7 stood behind him, arms crossed.

"If he comes down, we will offer him a chance to rest." Akai said, smirking. He didn't even turn to speak to T7, the AI immediately knowing who he was addressing.

"Correct. He is likely in poor condition after his fight."

"Yes, he is, after all, only Human." Xerys chuckled. He disliked the feel of his Mekantan officer's uniform. T7 insisted he return to the room and change, and reluctantly he did so. He didn't wear his armor, opting instead for the black pants and black yukata-like top of a standard uniform. He didn't wear his glasses, but for this he didn't need them. The metallic red trim on both garments shone brightly in the light, but brightest was the Imperial Crest, a gear with a sword running through the middle, layed out in the same metallic red and inlaid with rubies. This was proudly displayed on the headband he wore, but also adorned the right breast of his shirt above his rank insignia, on both shoulders, and on the hilt of his xyryntha blade.

He drew the traditional Mekantan sword, noting the shine of the blood-red blade before resheathing it.

He was ready...



Ooc- It's a pistol duel, as Fabus is used to.



Ic- William and Katrina were driven back in the limousine to the hotel, William waited for the driver to open the door and then he helped Katrina get out of the limousine and then he got out as well.

He tucked the wooden box with the pistols under his arm and then walked up to the Mekantan, he set the box on a table that a guard had placed in the field. He opened the box and a guard loaded his pistol, he told the mekantan, "Take your pistol, get it loaded, 100 paces".

The trunk is filled with.... Air ;).

When the soldiers look through the car, they find 1.89 Hadulan pence in loose change, some lint, a fully loaded Glock pistol, a driver's license, oh, and a cotton pad discarded on the floor. With a rather large bloodstain. Also, when one of the soldiers crawls onto the backseat, the air escaping from the padding almost whistles. Must be made out of some new bedding material.


The soldiers scream, "What happened here!" They start ripping the seats out of the car and another soldier tears through the trunk. Within about two minutes, anything inside the car will be exposed as they are basically tearing it apart piece by piece.


Ooc- If there is nothing in the car, say so, and they'll let the guy go.

As they rip out the seat, they discover under it is the body of the Consul, bloody and bruised, shot several times in the head, probally with a shotgun, and his facial features have been erased in a bloody mess. However, the rest of the body fits the description. Arab, stout, very muscular, aged, and wearing the exact outfit he left the gym with. This is your man. Its coming together. As the soldiers in the tunk take it apart, they see a secret compartment with a double barrel shotgun, with various shells, empty ones too. Still hot.

You see the scene in your mind. The Consul gets into the car and the driver speeds off until they are out of sight. The driver gets out and takes down the old Arab, using a numbing agent applied to the cotton pad. Dragging him out of the car, he repeatedly fires the shotgun into his face. After cleaning up the body with the cotton pad, he opens up the seat compartment and sticks the body inside. After that, there is no evidence, except, with a careless mistake, he drops the cotton pad. Not realizing this, he continues down the road to make his escape.

The only thing missing is motivation.

As they rip out the seat, they discover under it is the body of the Consul, bloody and bruised, shot several times in the head, probally with a shotgun, and his facial features have been erased in a bloody mess. However, the rest of the body fits the description. Arab, stout, very muscular, aged, and wearing the exact outfit he left the gym with. This is your man. Its coming together. As the soldiers in the tunk take it apart, they see a secret compartment with a double barrel shotgun, with various shells, empty ones too. Still hot.

You see the scene in your mind. The Consul gets into the car and the driver speeds off until they are out of sight. The driver gets out and takes down the old Arab, using a numbing agent applied to the cotton pad. Dragging him out of the car, he repeatedly fires the shotgun into his face. After cleaning up the body with the cotton pad, he opens up the seat compartment and sticks the body inside. After that, there is no evidence, except, with a careless mistake, he drops the cotton pad. Not realizing this, he continues down the road to make his escape.

The only thing missing is motivation.


One of the soldier's vomits at the sight, the other start kicking and clubbing the handcuffed driver screaming, "WHAT HAPPENED!".

The driver only has a blank face of satisfaction. He says one thing.

"Long live the revolution!"

With that he reaches for his pocket, but he is gunned down by the soldiers watching him. He falls flat on the ground, dead. Already, you can hear flies buzzing around the corpses. Demonic Terrorists is infested with the things. There is a fly every foot in this damn country.

A cockroach crawls over the bloody corpse, crawling into the gaping hole that was once the man's face and burrowing into the crimson viscera. The soldier that had vomited at the sight vomits again.

One of the lwoer ranked soldiers walks up to the squad leader.

"Sir, what will we do now?"

On deck of the Light Cruiser RBNS Invasive ...

A mate scans the waves for activity. Turning his binoculars past the moon, he saw a speedboat silhouetted against the light. Dropping his binoculars, he ran into the pilothouse and shouted,

"Captain! We have an unidentified vessel moving fast toward our position!"

"I see it on radar," said the captain, "send a radio message telling them to cut engines. Get a video and missile lock."

"Aye captain," said the various weapons and radio officers, who completed the orders.


The boats continued to roar forward, then detecting radars, the drug runners cut electronic output and covered their boats with a sea-blue tarp. The ships idled invisibly on the midnight seas.

The driver only has a blank face of satisfaction. He says one thing.

"Long live the revolution!"

With that he reaches for his pocket, but he is gunned down by the soldiers watching him. He falls flat on the ground, dead. Already, you can hear flies buzzing around the corpses. Demonic Terrorists is infested with the things. There is a fly every foot in this damn country.

A cockroach crawls over the bloody corpse, crawling into the gaping hole that was once the man's face and burrowing into the crimson viscera. The soldier that had vomited at the sight vomits again.

One of the lwoer ranked soldiers walks up to the squad leader.

"Sir, what will we do now?"


One of the soldier's walks back to the car and gets out a flamethrower... The other one says, "Burn it! It's a sick bug-ridden thing now..."

The other two soldiers helped the man get the tank onto their comrade's back, the other soldier was keeping a watch for anything.

The man neared the dead driver and the orange streaks of flame shot out and consumed the body, burning the clothing off and melting him to almost nothing within thirty seconds.


The two soldiers who helped him get the tank on came by with fire extinguishers and put the flames out as the liquid gas from the extinguishers swirled around.

They dragged the consul's body, what was left of it, into a body bag and zipped it up. The gruesome sight was gone now.

OOC: By the way, for extra shock value, I'd suggest showing the body to Fabus afterwards. I have a little surprise ;)

Xerys smirked, snapping his fingers.

A sword sheath was thrown across the room, landing at William's feet.

"I have a better idea."

He chuckled, drawing his xyryntha.

"There is no honor in ranged combat. You lack the ability to see... smell... feel the struggle. To fight at a distance desensitizes you to your opponent, and that makes you weak. To fight one on one, hand to hand, is the true challenge."

He laughed, looking William in the eyes.

"But then, what would a human like you know of honor, or a challenge. Sending your servant to use that whistle, or using that EMP, are the tactics of a coward. Mekanta sees through your claims of being a superior race, that white christians are supposed the master race. Your bold claims, your posturing, your threats. Everything is no different than a gorrilla, I believe that is the creature, pounding its chest in an attempt to intimidate and impress."

T7 stepped back, standing between the elevators. He nodded, not saying anything to influence the course of this challenge.

"It's amusing, really, your claims of superiority." He leaned forward, intent on angering Fabus. "Do you want to know how Mekanta knows so much about Humans? We've disected you, alive and twitching. We've observed your tendancy toward forming groups similar to Mekanta's Hives, yet those groups falling in upon itself. We've watched you uselessly run in terror as Mekantan Armadas unleashed barrage after barrage on planets we seeded your race on thousands of years ago. Why? You creatures, be you called Human, Terran, Argon, or Hazudra, interest us. Why would such lowly lifeforms consider themselves so great? And then we realized it. It is your genetic weakness. You are so easily ravished by disease, by sickenesses caused by your own weak blood. You live such short lives, so you seek something to turn to. Be it some imaginary diety, or larger groups of your own pathetic race, you turn unknowing into yourselves. That is the origin of your cries of greatness, sounding so much like the pathetic whimperings of a dying race."

"Pick up the sword, human. Go ahead and try to prove me wrong."

So...what'd I miss? :confused:

"Pick up the sword, human. Go ahead and try to prove me wrong."


William was in pain from the blows to his stomach during the boxing match and didn't want to get into a sword fight. He took the man aside and said, "In my nation, honor can be satisfied by an apology if the insulted shall be willing to accept one and then a duel is no longer necessary. Will you accept one?"

So...what'd I miss? :confused:


Start reading, you'll be a while. :D

So...what'd I miss? :confused:

C'mon , only 26 pages to look through. Okay, here is basicly wehat happened.

+ Katrina and Fabus "do the nasty"
+ Ruben and Mladic have debate
+ Fabus and Ruben have boxing match
+ Ruben must leave, Hadulan leader executed
+ Ruben disappears
+ Fabus sends troops to investigate
+ Militants kill remaining guards at airport
+ Militants assassinate Ruben Tandon
+ Guards intercept Ruben's car, his body is found with repeated head injuries
+ Assassin is shot
+ Mekantan and Fabus begin duel

William was in pain from the blows to his stomach during the boxing match and didn't want to get into a sword fight. He took the man aside and said, "In my nation, honor can be satisfied by an apology if the insulted shall be willing to accept one and then a duel is no longer necessary. Will you accept one?"

Xerys just laughed.

"Since you're obviously in pain but not showing it, I'll give you two options."

"You can have time to rest and recover, then we settle this."

"Or you can get on your knees and then ask for my forgiveness..."

Xerys just laughed.

"Since you're obviously in pain but not showing it, I'll give you two options."

"You can have time to rest and recover, then we settle this."

"Or you can get on your knees and then ask for my forgiveness..."


William was insulted by the "Go to your knees" remark. He knew that he'd need several weeks of rest at the very least, because he'd pulled the stitches in his wound and possibly had a bruised kidney. He didn't want to fight the man, but he'd certainly not humiliate himself in front of his friends, guards, servants, and more importantly, in front of Katrina.

He leaned in close to the man and whispered, "In Mississippi proper gentlemen don't require such humiliation from another... A sincere apology is enough, and it is given man to man. Won't that be enough?"

OOC: You ain't in Mississippi anymore, pretty boy...

-OOC-
ROFLMAO!!

Ten points to Hadula.


-IC-

"Tell me... You find those of a skin color different from your own inferior, correct? Consider you were in my position against one of them? Would you accept what you are offering?" Xerys just smiled cruelly. "You, William Fabus, are in the position of the inferior."

He turned, retrieved the sword the AI had thrown, and smiled as he held it out to Fabus.

"Regardless, you ceased to be a gentleman in my eyes when you had your servant attack me. You cannot imagine the pain that caused. Do you know what has happened to others who attempted that very same stunt?"

"They lived for days after thier capture, begging... crying... screaming for the cold, sweet embrace of death."

"Consider yourself lucky I didn't kill you now. You have one Terran Month to recover, or beg for forgiveness now. Your choice."

-OOC-
ROFLMAO!!

Ten points to Hadula.


-IC-

"Tell me... You find those of a skin color different from your own inferior, correct? Consider you were in my position against one of them? Would you accept what you are offering?" Xerys just smiled cruelly. "You, William Fabus, are in the position of the inferior."

He turned, retrieved the sword the AI had thrown, and smiled as he held it out to Fabus.

"Regardless, you ceased to be a gentleman in my eyes when you had your servant attack me. You cannot imagine the pain that caused. Do you know what has happened to others who attempted that very same stunt?"

"They lived for days after thier capture, begging... crying... screaming for the cold, sweet embrace of death."

"Consider yourself lucky I didn't kill you now. You have one Terran Month to recover, or beg for forgiveness now. Your choice."



Fabus replied quietly to the man, "I tell you what, if you want a pistol duel, I'll do that now. But I can't do a sword duel at the moment... What say I just give you a lot of money and we call it even... Eh?"

Xerys just sneered, looking Fabus square in the eyes. The Mekantan's eyes shifted colors, from blue to a deep violet.

"You're scared. It's obvious now."

"If you'd like, I can call in support from Mekantan units outside the UPEC, and have our advanced medical teams repair your body. Or you can take your one Terran month to recover and we can have our duel at a later date."

He thrust the sheathed sword at Fabus, letting go and essentially forcing him to take it as he turned.

"Of course... The begging for forgiveness option is always open."

Fabus replied quietly to the man, "I tell you what, if you want a pistol duel, I'll do that now. But I can't do a sword duel at the moment... What say I just give you a lot of money and we call it even... Eh?"

OOC: What would an alien have use for Terran money? Kindling?

OOC: What would an alien have use for Terran money? Kindling?


Ooc- He does have gold, diamonds, platinum, and other valuable items.

-OOC-

Actually, Mekanta can deal with Terran money. They just have to deal with thier Terran allies and transfer it to a medium they like.

But money in general isn't something Mekanta likes dealing with. Raw materials are better. Things like metals, diamond, and other things they need to make thier ships. None of those resources are in short supply at the moment.

Xerys just sneered, looking Fabus square in the eyes. The Mekantan's eyes shifted colors, from blue to a deep violet.

"You're scared. It's obvious now."

"If you'd like, I can call in support from Mekantan units outside the UPEC, and have our advanced medical teams repair your body. Or you can take your one Terran month to recover and we can have our duel at a later date."

He thrust the sheathed sword at Fabus, letting go and essentially forcing him to take it as he turned.

"Of course... The begging for forgiveness option is always open."


"How dare you suggest I am scared! We can duel this instant if you agree to duel with pistols! You challenged me I do believe! And as such is the custom, the challenged chooses the weapons! But you do not see fit to abide by the customs of the people you challenge, you are attempting to force an injured man to duel in a field he was never skilled in to begin with, and that his injuried will only further impede his abilities to fight. Mississippian custom dictates the challenged selects the weapons. I choose pistols, accept unless you are a coward!"

OOC: Well, the Mekanta is just as inept at ranged combat as you are to swords right now because of his bad vision. Though, William may not know this.

"Mekantan custom works in reverse. The slighted party chooses the conditions and the weapons."

"Simply count your blessings I did push that the fight take place with no light, as is traditional."

"I have previously stated that you have time to recover from your wounds. We have analyzed your culture and see that you do duel with sabers. Use of a superior blade is no different."

"If you require more time, that is acceptable." He turned, smiling.

"To be honest, Fabus, I had hoped our relationship would be more friendly. But you insisted on striking the first blow with the whistle."

He closed his eyes, thinking a moment.

"There is a third option."

"Mekantan Neurolink technology, even with UPEC's restrictions, is quite advanced. It is possible for a Terran to feel the pain that whistle caused."

He held up one finger.

"You may recover from your injuries and fight me once you are healthy again."

Another finger went up.

"You may beg for forgiveness now."

The third.

"Or you can have the agony a high pitched whistle inflicts on a Mekantan simulated."

"Take your time choosing."

OOC: Well, the Mekanta is just as inept at ranged combat as you are to swords right now because of his bad vision. Though, William may not know this.

-OOC-
Granted, it might be possible for Xerys to lock onto Fabus by seeing his shape, color, and heat. But it's just as likely he'll accidently target, say... Katrina...

"There is a third option."

"Mekantan Neurolink technology, even with UPEC's restrictions, is quite advanced. It is possible for a Terran to feel the pain that whistle caused."

He held up one finger.

"You may recover from your injuries and fight me once you are healthy again."

Another finger went up.

"You may beg for forgiveness now."

The third.

"Or you can have the agony a high pitched whistle inflicts on a Mekantan simulated."

"Take your time choosing."

He was leaning in close to the man and again whispered so none could hear, "I have never dueled with a sword, although I have fought in war with them. But I am too injured now. And in a few weeks, my unit is deploying to Egypt. So I'll agree to the third option if you agree it be done in a room with no audience, and you must tell no one of it. Do we have a deal?"


William suddenly paused, "Unless of course... You'd be willing to fight with combat knives? Would you be willing to do that instead?"

Ooc- William is an expert with a knife.

"I will not agree to no audience."

"The offer to use advanced technology to heal your wounds now still stands."

"Or, I will challenge you in unarmed combat if you choose to heal now. I know you are not defenseless in that field."

"I will not agree to no audience."

"The offer to use advanced technology to heal your wounds now still stands."

"Or, I will challenge you in unarmed combat if you choose to heal now. I know you are not defenseless in that field."



William then called for a guard, the guard brought a 2 twelve inch knives and handed one to each of the men. William said, "Will a knife fight work?"

Xerys just nodded, taking his knife. He tested his balance with it and tossed it to the side. "T7."

He caught a Mekantan blade, made of the same red metal as his sword, and smirked. "How's this? You fight with what you are confortable with, and I fight with what works for me."

Xerys just nodded, taking his knife. He tested his balance with it and tossed it to the side. "T7."

He caught a Mekantan blade, made of the same red metal as his sword, and smirked. "How's this? You fight with what you are confortable with, and I fight with what works for me."


William then said, "Well where is your miracle healing team? I can't fight with a bruised kidney and a broken rib... Although I'm sure you'd prefer me to."

Xerys turned to T7 and nodded, the AI barking a command in Mekantan.

Red fire seemed to engulf everyone in the room, yanking in a direction some didn't even know existed, and depositing them in a large black-walled room. The whole place had an organic feeling to it, yet something unnatural and evil.

"Welcome aboard the Mekantan Apocalypse class Commandship 'Soul of Eternal Strife.'" T7 said, his deep voice echoing in the room. "Hold still."

A beam of light engulfed Fabus, the ship's telekinetic abilities forcing his flesh to knit back together. Something that wasn't too comfortable, Xerys knew firsthand.

Once the light faded, Xerys just laughed. "Better?"

Xerys turned to T7 and nodded, the AI barking a command in Mekantan.

Red fire seemed to engulf everyone in the room, yanking in a direction some didn't even know existed, and depositing them in a large black-walled room. The whole place had an organic feeling to it, yet something unnatural and evil.

"Welcome aboard the Mekantan Apocalypse class Commandship 'Soul of Eternal Strife.'" T7 said, his deep voice echoing in the room. "Hold still."

A beam of light engulfed Fabus, the ship's telekinetic abilities forcing his flesh to knit back together. Something that wasn't too comfortable, Xerys knew firsthand.

Once the light faded, Xerys just laughed. "Better?"


Ooc- why do you keep talking about rooms and buildings? It's been established posts ago they're in a field outside the hotel.

Ic: William replied, "Yes, can we get out of here now and back to the field for the fight?"

-OOC-
Damn it, that's where things got confusing.

Xerys was waiting for Fabus inside the lobby. That's where I got tripped up.

Bah, oh well.


-IC-

The Mekantan commander just nodded, the same red fire yanking everyone back down to the area for the fight.

Several more AI, all downgraded to conform to UPEC standards, went with them, totalling thirty Mekantan robots at the fight.

They formed a circle around the combatants, chanting something in Mekantan.

"Any time you're ready to start, human."

-OOC-
Damn it, that's where things got confusing.

Xerys was waiting for Fabus inside the lobby. That's where I got tripped up.

Bah, oh well.


-IC-

The Mekantan commander just nodded, the same red fire yanking everyone back down to the area for the fight.

Several more AI, all downgraded to conform to UPEC standards, went with them, totalling thirty Mekantan robots at the fight.

They formed a circle around the combatants, chanting something in Mekantan.

"Any time you're ready to start, human."


Ic- William called out, "So is this first blood then?"

Ooc- He wants to know if it's a fight to first blood, death, etc. Because I can't have this character dying.

"A fight until one yields, faints, or is unable to fight anymore. Non-knife attacks allowed, provided they don't come from another weapon."

Xerys adopted a fighting stance, smirking.

"Time for you to learn your place, Human. Your whistle conviniently disabled my psionics, so unless you try something like that again you don't have to worry about me crushing every bone in your body."

He cracked his knuckles with one hand, cocking his head.

"Except the old fashioned way."

William paused for a minute and stepped back towards the edge of the circle. He took his uniform off, stripping to his shorts and changing from parade boots to combat boots. With a large stick of camo paint, he painted some streaks on his chest and face. Then Mladic tossed him an umarked bottle of pills (Combat enhancement drugs)


(William) "Well Mekantan, do you mind if I take my medication before this battle?"

"Go right ahead. Your frail human body will need all the help it can get."

He slipped his "pinkie" finger into a ring at the bottom of the knife, smiling. One of the secrets of Mekantan "xarykath" knives was that they were made to be throwing weapons. The use of a wire and the ring made it quite easy for a skilled warrior to use his xarykath to take an opponent unaware.

The Mekantan definition of honor held no qualms about the use of such tactics. If one on one, and using weapons of the same class, (despite Mekantan weapons outclassing any blade forged by Terran hands) the fight was considered "anything goes"

"Go right ahead. Your frail human body will need all the help it can get."

He slipped his "pinkie" finger into a ring at the bottom of the knife, smiling. One of the secrets of Mekantan "xarykath" knives was that they were made to be throwing weapons. The use of a wire and the ring made it quite easy for a skilled warrior to use his xarykath to take an opponent unaware.

The Mekantan definition of honor held no qualms about the use of such tactics. If one on one, and using weapons of the same class, (despite Mekantan weapons outclassing any blade forged by Terran hands) the fight was considered "anything goes"


Mississippian honor dictated that in a fight with a blade, the blade be swung and never thrown. But the Special Republican Guardsmen present knew the Mekantans were treacherous swine not to be trusted. Over 25 armed guardsmen stood around outside, their OICWs and XM-8s at the ready. One of the guardsmen was on the roof of the hotel and had his M-24 sniper rifle ready, he had a scope that put out a laser sight but no dot so nobody could see it (Ooc- The Coast Guard uses this same laser system :D )

William tossed the bottle back to Mladic and shouted, "I won't need them! This space nig--r has me mad enough as it is!"


A few of the guardsmen were in camouflaged positions in another field, waiting with 90mm recoilless rifles in the event the Mekantan AI units tried anything funny.


William then stepped forward and said, "Whenever you're ready... Boy!"

"Hmph. Seems ironic a mere child like yourself calling someone hundred of years older than you 'boy'. But compared to others of my race, I suppose you're right."

"In the words of your race... Bring it on."

Xerys's eyes turned red as he shifted to a defensive stance, smirking.

William was nervous, he'd never fought on these aliens before, and though his wounds had been healed, it did nothing for his exhaustion. He was just plain tired. Mladic was nervous too; he could tell William didn't think victory was to be his... William looked around for a few seconds, sweat dripping down his face, his gaze stopped on Katrina, he didn't want her to think him a coward...

He was thinking, thoughts racing through his head like cars around a track, "Better to lose a lung or a kidney then to lose your honor." It was an old warrior saying in Mississippi. Part of the code of the warrior that dictated death was preferable to dishonor, and surrender was the ultimate dishonor.

He looked back to his opponent, he wasn't expecting to win, but he might just be able to see to it that the match went badly for both of them...


Katrina didn't like the look on William's face; she recognized it as the look of uncertainty, self-doubt, and defeatism.


William tried to put on a facade of aggression so nobody could read how the apprehension he was feeling, but most could see right through it. Mississippians were bad liars and were bad at faking expressions.

William was nervous, he'd never fought on these aliens before, and though his wounds had been healed, it did nothing for his exhaustion. He was just plain tired. Mladic was nervous too; he could tell William didn't think victory was to be his... William looked around for a few seconds, sweat dripping down of his face, his gaze stopped on Katrina, he didn't want her to think him a coward...

He was thinking, thoughts racing through his head like cars around a track, "Better to lose a lung or a kidney then to lose your honor." It was an old warrior saying in Mississippi. Part of the code of the warrior that dictated death was preferable to dishonor, and surrender was the ultimate dishonor.

He looked back to his opponent, he wasn't expecting to win, but he might just be able to see to it that the match went badly for both of them...


Katrina didn't like the look on William's face; she recognized it as the look of uncertainty, self-doubt, and defeatism.


William tried to put on a facade of aggression so nobody could read how the apprehension he was feeling, but most could see right through it. Mississippians were bad liars and were bad at faking expressions.

OOC: I'm baaaack...

IC:

Realizing that William's comments put him in real danger, she excused herself to the bathroom.

As she walked down the tiled hallway, she turned into the ladies' room. It really shouldn't have been called a ladies' room, simply a toxic waste dump. She was sure that one of the toilets was leaking oil.

She pulled out her cell phone and called her security manager, Rabin.

"Listen... no, shut up. My boyfriend and an alien are going head-to-head here, and the alien looks like he has murderous intent. No. NO! Jesus, you always... no... no, stupid, just a guy in the rafters with a silenced .50 special. Yes. Yes. NOW. Ok. Bye."

She then left the toiletized Yucca Mountain and headed back to the ring, right behind William's corner.

Xerys saw the weakness in his opponent's face and smiled. It wasn't like the cold, cruel smiles when he was taunting Fabus. But it wasn't warm, either.

It was simply... knowing...

"You are weak. That is obvious."

He held out his knife, and closed his eyes. In a flash, he had stabbed himself in the left side of his abdomen, not even wincing as he pulled the knfe covered in his own blood out. Droplets flew across the makeshift arena, flung by the force and speed of the stab.

"I do this not as a show of strength or superiority, but as a balancing gesture. Consider it an act of kindness for one who doesn't deserve it."

"Now prepare yourself!"

Xerys rushed while he figured Fabus would still be contemplating the Mekantan's self-stabbing. He slashed hard, aiming not for the Human himself, but for the fingers of the hand holding the knife...

Xerys saw the weakness in his opponent's face and smiled. It wasn't like the cold, cruel smiles when he was taunting Fabus. But it wasn't warm, either.

It was simply... knowing...

"You are weak. That is obvious."

He held out his knife, and closed his eyes. In a flash, he had stabbed himself in the left side of his abdomen, not even wincing as he pulled the knfe covered in his own blood out. Droplets flew across the makeshift arena, flung by the force and speed of the stab.

"I do this not as a show of strength or superiority, but as a balancing gesture. Consider it an act of kindness for one who doesn't deserve it."

"Now prepare yourself!"

Xerys rushed while he figured Fabus would still be contemplating the Mekantan's self-stabbing. He slashed hard, aiming not for the Human himself, but for the fingers of the hand holding the knife...



William dove back and down and the crazed mekantan flew over him. As he did so, William got a good swipe in with the knife before the Mekantan slashed at his arm and then William barely phased from the pain but not wanting to risk another attack, jumped back. The two men then started to circle each other again... Each one waiting for the other to make the first mistake.


On the roof, the SRG man was fixing a silencer and flash-suppressor to his rifle.


Another SRG man in a concealed position was getting ready to blow a whistle if the match started to go badly for William.

T7 stood stoicly, watching the fight, but noting activity all around. Idiots... If they try anything, they'll end up forcing our hand! He thought, bowing his head. The Pact will be broken...

He shook his head, keeping his passive Triad Point link, hardwired into his neural core, ready incase General Akai was in any real trouble. He recalled an incident long ago, when General Axis took a direct burst of automatic gauss fire, and lived. He hoped he wouldn't have to do what his mentor and hero, X1, had to do that day.

The Soul of Eternal Strife hung in orbit, ready. The Humans couldn't be trusted. If The Pact was broken, there would be hell to pay...


Xerys looked at the cut Fabus inflicted, smiling. "Not bad." In a classic move to intimidate an opponent, Xerys licked his blade, tasting the blood on it. "Not bad at all. Did you know Mekantans eat Humans? Quite tasty."

Waiting for disgust, which would lead to distraction, Xerys went into the details of Mekanta's collective diet. The moment Fabus would show distraction, Xerys would strike.

T7 stood stoicly, watching the fight, but noting activity all around. Idiots... If they try anything, they'll end up forcing our hand! He thought, bowing his head. The Pact will be broken...

He shook his head, keeping his passive Triad Point link, hardwired into his neural core, ready incase General Akai was in any real trouble. He recalled an incident long ago, when General Axis took a direct burst of automatic gauss fire, and lived. He hoped he wouldn't have to do what his mentor and hero, X1, had to do that day.

The Soul of Eternal Strife hung in orbit, ready. The Humans couldn't be trusted. If The Pact was broken, there would be hell to pay...


Xerys looked at the cut Fabus inflicted, smiling. "Not bad." In a classic move to intimidate an opponent, Xerys licked his blade, tasting the blood on it. "Not bad at all. Did you know Mekantans eat Humans? Quite tasty."

Waiting for disgust, which would lead to distraction, Xerys went into the details of Mekanta's collective diet. The moment Fabus would show distraction, Xerys would strike.


William wasn't even annoyed by the remark, he wasn't going to let the alien distract him. He simply shot back, "I'm sure every swine in your capital likes the taste of your mother, I hear she's the biggest whore in the city!" (He is now trying his best at distracting the alien and making his so angry he cannot think)

William and the Alien continued to move about... William was waiting for him to make the first move.

Xerys just laughed. "You operate under the assumption that Mekantans find the same things insulting as Humans. We hold no more respect or disrespect for those who brought us into this world as any other Mekantan."

His eyes displayed a cold seriousness that would frighten some people.

"To be honest... I killed my mother. She betrayed the Emperor. So she had to die." He appeared remorseless about his admitted slaying of his own mother, but something about him said it wasn't something he was proud of. "To serve the Imperium above ones own desires. That is what it means to be a Mekantan officer."

He shook his head, and with a flick of his wrist he flung his xarykath, yanking it back, hit or miss.

Xerys just laughed. "You operate under the assumption that Mekantans find the same things insulting as Humans. We hold no more respect or disrespect for those who brought us into this world as any other Mekantan."

His eyes displayed a cold seriousness that would frighten some people.

"To be honest... I killed my mother. She betrayed the Emperor. So she had to die." He appeared remorseless about his admitted slaying of his own mother, but something about him said it wasn't something he was proud of. "To serve the Imperium above ones own desires. That is what it means to be a Mekantan officer."

He shook his head, and with a flick of his wrist he flung his xarykath, yanking it back, hit or miss.


The knife he threw landed deep in the upper left arm of William, who promptly threw his own knife at the alien... His knife landed in the upper thigh of the right leg of the alien.

William laughed as he pulled the knife out of his arm and readied it in his right hand, "Have we traded weapons then?"

He was whipping himself into a frenzy to keep from feeling the pain, but his genetic enhancements were also doing a good job keeping the pain down. The nerves running from the pain receptors to his brain were constricting and so the affects were minimal.

The blood was already clotting and so there wasn't much problem there. But his arm was still covered with the light coat of blood.

William watched as the alien pulled the blade out from his thigh and readied to continue the fight.

Xerys just chuckled, not even wincing. "Not quite."

He nodded to the wire connecting the xarykath and the ring at his little finger. A harsh yank, and the knife flew back to its owner.

"I just have yours."

His wounds were troublesome, but not dangerous. Pain was something Mekantans were quite adept at ignoring, at least when given officer's training.

He threw Fabus's knife outside the ring of AI, chuckling.

It was time to end this fight.

He rushed at the Human, slashing with his knife. But he didn't intend to hit. With his other hand, he extended his talons, and stabbed, intent on paralyzing Fabus with his natural venom.

Xerys just chuckled, not even wincing. "Not quite."

He nodded to the wire connecting the xarykath and the ring at his little finger. A harsh yank, and the knife flew back to its owner.

"I just have yours."

His wounds were troublesome, but not dangerous. Pain was something Mekantans were quite adept at ignoring, at least when given officer's training.

He threw Fabus's knife outside the ring of AI, chuckling.

It was time to end this fight.

He rushed at the Human, slashing with his knife. But he didn't intend to hit. With his other hand, he extended his talons, and stabbed, intent on paralyzing Fabus with his natural venom.


William dove back and dodged the attack, and an SRG man tossed him a knife as he was diving he caught it. He thrust it over 6 inches deep into the stomach of the alien who was sailing over him in an attempt to deliver a crippling strike. Then he leaped to his feet and readied to see what damage it had done.

Xerys's eyes went wide, looking down at the knife in his gut. It took a lot to take down a Mekantan, but it would be a while before he could recover from this one...

Shakily, he got to his feet, looking at the knife in his abdomen while dropping his own. Pain started to seep in past his mental defenses, strengthening his resolve.

He weakly set his hand on the hilt of the knife, and in yanked it out and sent more blood to the ground. This wound, unlike the others, bled closer to a human wound.

With a feral roar, Xerys leapt at Fabus and buried his claws in his opponent's gut, attacking with enough force to send his fingers in to the second knuckle. Injecting venom into his opponent's system, he smiled.

"You faught... well..." He staggered back, waiting for the poison to work...

Xerys's eyes went wide, looking down at the knife in his gut. It took a lot to take down a Mekantan, but it would be a while before he could recover from this one...

Shakily, he got to his feet, looking at the knife in his abdomen while dropping his own. Pain started to seep in past his mental defenses, strengthening his resolve.

He weakly set his hand on the hilt of the knife, and in yanked it out and sent more blood to the ground. This wound, unlike the others, bled closer to a human wound.

With a feral roar, Xerys leapt at Fabus and buried his claws in his opponent's gut, attacking with enough force to send his fingers in to the second knuckle. Injecting venom into his opponent's system, he smiled.

"You faught... well..." He staggered back, waiting for the poison to work...



William collapsed to his knees, wondering what was going to happen, his legs had frozen up as the venom took hold. He shouted at the guards, "Get me a knife! A knife!" (He thinks that the alien means to finish him off)

A guard tossed him a knife, but his hands were to limp and weak to catch it. He screamed at the alien, "What did you do to me!"

Half of the 40+ soldiers in concealed positions in the other field open their positions up to reveal their presence and let it be known they are ready and waiting to intervene. Their 90mm recoilless rifles are aimed at the AIs.

Xerys smiled, hissing for breath.

"It's... A paralyzing venom... Naturally occuring... In half of Mekantan males..."

T7 moved out of the circle to catch Akai before he fell, nodding to the organic commander.

"You'll be fine... In a Stazura or so... About four or so hours..." He waved at the CM forces, shaking his head weakly. "... He's fine... He can't fight..."

T7 looked down at William, shaking his head. "And thus, he's lost the duel..."

Xerys smiled, hissing for breath.

"It's... A paralyzing venom... Naturally occuring... In half of Mekantan males..."

T7 moved out of the circle to catch Akai before he fell, nodding to the organic commander.

"You'll be fine... In a Stazura or so... About four or so hours..." He waved at the CM forces, shaking his head weakly. "... He's fine... He can't fight..."

T7 looked down at William, shaking his head. "And thus, he's lost the duel..."


William called out, "You're lucky I was so weak and exhausted or else it would have been much harder, you might have lost. But you fight alien, very well. You'd make a fine soldier in our Republican Guard. I apologize for my earlier remarks."

"You were... weak and exhausted... and I didn't have... my psionics..."

Akai smiled, offering William his hand.

"I'd say... that's about... even..."

"You were... weak and exhausted... and I didn't have... my psionics..."

Akai smiled, offering William his hand.

"I'd say... that's about... even..."


William started to have great difficulty breathing and then started to choke on his own salivia, Mladic rushed over to his and screamed at the alien, "What did you do to him!"

The guards moved in and a doctor rushed to his side, saying, "I don't know what is the problem, this is like something you'd see with a nerve agent like soman or sarin!"

A guard took out an atropine-oxime combopen and readied to inject it into Williams thigh.

Mladic shouted, "Wait! If it's not actually a nerve type agent, you'll give him atropine poisoning." He turned the alien, "What is it? Please help us."

"It's... Like I said... a natural poison... It acts... as a muscle relaxant... and chemical... to block signals between... nerves..."

"Unless... I injected him with too much... I don't see... how it could be doing... this to him..."

He shook his head, looking down at Fabus. "Try to... pump air... into him... It'll help him... breathe... until the poison... starts to weaken..."

"It's... Like I said... a natural poison... It acts... as a muscle relaxant... and chemical... to block signals between... nerves..."

"Unless... I injected him with too much... I don't see... how it could be doing... this to him..."

He shook his head, looking down at Fabus. "Try to... pump air... into him... It'll help him... breathe... until the poison... starts to weaken..."


One of the doctors present (there are now numerous doctors) shouted, "Let's drain his blood and them pump him full of clean blood! It'll work!"

One of the soldiers looked at the doctor like he was an idiot.

Slowly but surely, William began to breathe easier, until he was able to speak, "Thank you", was all he said.

One of the doctors present (there are now numerous doctors) shouted, "Let's drain his blood and them pump him full of clean blood! It'll work!"

One of the soldiers looked at the doctor like he was an idiot.

Slowly but surely, William began to breathe easier, until he was able to speak, "Thank you", was all he said.

Katrina rushed to William's side.

"William... William... are you ok? Please be okay..." she kissed him, lightly, on the lips, and sank down onto his chest. "Please be okay, William..."

William smiled as he looked at Katrina, "I feel better now that you're here", was all he said, before he lapsed into unconsciousness. A doctor standing by said, "Oh my God, he's dead!" Another doctor said, "Shouldn't we check for a pulse before deciding?" (A large number of doctors in CM are little better than quacks)

The doctor said, "Oh yeah, the pulse thingy, you do that, I'm... Not in the mood to check a pulse. Maybe we should bleed him with leeches, he looks pale... Too much bad blood."

The other three doctors looked at him with suspicion and contempt. One of them kneeled down and checked his pulse, "He's got a strong pulse, he'll be okay in a while, let's get him up to his room and tucked into bed."

The quack chimed in, "That is what I was about to say." The others didn't buy it, they just ignored him.


It took three RG men to carry William up to the hotel room, Katrina was following right behind them.

The RG men tucked William into the large bed in his bedroom in the penthouse, and then they walked into the main living room and sat down to pray for him. A few others were positioned outside the penthouse front door and on the balcony to stand guard.

[i]Katrina climbed into bed with William and stroked his hair until she fell back into sleep. The exitement of the day had drained her fully.

OOC: what ever happened to rebuilding Demonic Terrorists? I've been waitin for you guys to get back to that, but I'm coming to the conclusion that it wont be gettin back to that any time soon... am I right?

The SRG and RG men in the front room were done praying and decided to play a quiet game of cards. There were now at least four SRG and two RG in the front room and a few dozen in the hallway outside the penthouse. They were keeping a close watch in the event anything happened.

T7 looked down at Xerys, who continued to try to stand shakily. "He's... going to be... fine..."

"It appears so."

"... Good... Keep an eye on things... I'm going to go take a nap..."

T7 blinked as Akai started to walk off, two of the AI soldiers helping him go. He couldn't help but chuckle, seeing how much like the one who trained him he was. He looked to the humans and nodded.

"General Akai was correct in his statement that you put up a good fight. I've never seen a Terran able to wound a Mekantan so deeply in hand to hand combat."

"Congradulations. Though you lost the fight, you went down like a Mekantan. Fighting until the end."

OOC: what ever happened to rebuilding Demonic Terrorists? I've been waitin for you guys to get back to that, but I'm coming to the conclusion that it wont be gettin back to that any time soon... am I right?

OOC:

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OOC: what ever happened to rebuilding Demonic Terrorists? I've been waitin for you guys to get back to that, but I'm coming to the conclusion that it wont be gettin back to that any time soon... am I right?


Ooc- (Lenny from Simpsons) "Meh"...

Ooc- Me. Do we really need to rebuild this loser? He did ask for the problems. Can't one of you just occupy him or something? I've pledged not to occupy any more nations and I stand by that! Also I don't want more land. Land= more need for garrisons. I'm happy to gain wealth from business ventures.



Ic: Fabus Standard Oil is offering to rebuild the oil infrastructure of DT for the sum of 500 billion dollars.

OOC: what ever happened to rebuilding Demonic Terrorists? I've been waitin for you guys to get back to that, but I'm coming to the conclusion that it wont be gettin back to that any time soon... am I right?

-OOC-
We just got sidetracked by the screwing and fighting.

Now that everyone is in no condition for either I think it'll get back to business soon enough.

OOC: Unfortunately, Hadula is crippled. There is a revolution plaguing many of the provinces, two of the three person Triumverate have been kidnapped/assassinated, and the otehr one is unaware of all these events, he is attending the Chinese Emperor's coronation. The only remaining person in the Hadulan government that can do anything, is Master-Chief John Doolittle of the UTA, but he's currently on his way to Bosnia to help to Austar Union's humanitarian campaign. The rebels have picked the perfect time to strike (and they know it.)

EDIT: On a side note, when will Tandon's dead body arrive? I want to reveal my little surprise :)

4 hours later...

Shortly before the poison left his system, Katrina was promptly awakened when William called out in his sleep, well more of a delerious unconsciousness. He called out, "Take the left flank!", "Give them the cold steel boys!", "Suppressing fire on the battery on the hill!", then he screamed, "Roger, we need reinforcements the injuns are all-around!"

Shortly after that, William stirred from his poison induced sleep and saw Katrina was by his side, "Katrina, are you okay?", was all he said.

The speedboats now noticed that radars which had been tracking them stopped, the tarps covering the boat were retracted and they kicked the engine back up to speed.

Shortly before the poison left his system, Katrina was promptly awakened when William called out in his sleep, well more of a delerious unconsciousness. He called out, "Take the left flank!", "Give them the cold steel boys!", "Suppressing fire on the battery on the hill!", then he screamed, "Roger, we need reinforcements the injuns are all-around!"

Shortly after that, William stirred from his poison induced sleep and saw Katrina was by his side, "Katrina, are you okay?", was all he said.
Katrina looked over at him, smiled, and said, "doing fine, general, and yourself?"

"Would it kill you to stop watching those damn cartoons and get me my booze!?" Akai shouted, glaring at T7.

"No, but that doesn't mean I'll do it." The AI unsympathetically shot back, taking his eyes off the television long enough to look back at Xerys. "If you've recovered enough to yell at me, you're recovered enough to get your own booze."

Katrina looked over at him, smiled, and said, "doing fine, general, and yourself?"


William smiled back and said, "I'm doing okay... I'll be up and about soon. How long was I out? Well at least I won that boxing match, and I got some good hits in on that alien... He never told me he had venom, what a dirty trick. No wonder he didn't want to duel with pistols as would be proper. I wonder what happened to that arab though, my soldiers never got back to me on it. I hope he's okay, I'd like to have another match with him later, he fought decent enough."

William sat up in bed, feeling much better, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock, not even 6 pm yet. He turned to Katrina, "Shall we put our plan into motion then? I can contat the Department of Internal Security Foreign Intelligence Branch and see if they'll do the deed."

William smiled back and said, "I'm doing okay... I'll be up and about soon. How long was I out? Well at least I won that boxing match, and I got some good hits in on that alien... He never told me he had venom, what a dirty trick. No wonder he didn't want to duel with pistols as would be proper. I wonder what happened to that arab though, my soldiers never got back to me on it. I hope he's okay, I'd like to have another match with him later, he fought decent enough."

William sat up in bed, feeling much better, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock, not even 6 pm yet. He turned to Katrina, "Shall we put our plan into motion then? I can contat the Department of Internal Security Foreign Intelligence Branch and see if they'll do the deed."

"Of course... are you sure you're okay?"

"Of course... are you sure you're okay?"


William nodded while he spoke, "I'm fine... I'm good. Are you okay though? I mean the excitements of the day must have created a certain amount of stress... Well then, shall we proceed with the plan? Tell me, is there any particular way, time, or place, that you want the job done?"

There is a message wired to Willaim Fabus's room. He may read it when he wishes, the message reads:

There is a situation in the lobby. When it would convenience you, we think you should see this.

William nodded while he spoke, "I'm fine... I'm good. Are you okay though? I mean the excitements of the day must have created a certain amount of stress... Well then, shall we proceed with the plan? Tell me, is there any particular way, time, or place, that you want the job done?"

"All we need is a large amount of people see her die. She has a speech on the new business-friendly policies today at noon, the whole country ought to be watching. It's a complete turnaround from socialism."

"All we need is a large amount of people see her die. She has a speech on the new business-friendly policies today at noon, the whole country ought to be watching. It's a complete turnaround from socialism."



William grinned at that point, "Ah yes, that will be the perfect time. I'll see to it that a sleeper cell of the Christian Martyrs Brigade inside TBD sends suicide bombers to see that her speech is never finished."

"I am the next in line. When you kill her, I will ascend the throne and become Queen. Then, we can marry and become King and Queen, together, and rule. Isn't it wonderful?" she cuddled up close to William, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her away, to the Queen's throne, and rule...

The Opium carrying speedboats glided through the water, closer and closer to shore.

The Opium carrying speedboats glided through the water, closer and closer to shore.

OOC: Wait, what happened to my destroyer?

OOC: Wait, what happened to my destroyer?

Turned off engines and put over, and I quote, "blue tarps," so they would not be detected.

You didn't attack them, we have radar detection devices and a wave blue colored tarp that makes the boat almost impossible to see at midnight that covers the boat a second or two after you press the button. We then cut our engines and turn off electronics and idle for 30 minutes then turn on the radar detectors for a second andd if it's clear we proceed.

Turned off engines and put over, and I quote, "blue tarps," so they would not be detected.

And sonar would not detect it?

Turned off engines and put over, and I quote, "blue tarps," so they would not be detected.

at about midnight a blue tarp would make the boat almost impossible to see.

And sonar would not detect it?

Sonar would, because sonar is sound waves bouncing off solid objects.

Well, go ahead and move in to attack them.

"I am the next in line. When you kill her, I will ascend the throne and become Queen. Then, we can marry and become King and Queen, together, and rule. Isn't it wonderful?" she cuddled up close to William, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her away, to the Queen's throne, and rule...


William seemed to be off in thought, probably thinking about his coming ascension to the throne of TBD along with Katrina. He pulled her closer to him and ran his hand gently through her hair, "Yes, it's a wonderful thing."


He was thinking mostly about how he was second in line for the throne to the CM Commonwealth. George and Henry had been written out of the will because Curtis Fabus didn't like some of their actions... Roger and William were the favorites. In the event the commonwealth fractured after the death of Curtis Fabus, Roger was to get Fabus Island, Mississippi, and Tennessee. Henry was to get Kentucky, George was to get Ohio and Kentucky. William was to get Mississippian Egypt, Mississippian Libya, and Western Sahara. He would have also gotten Angola, but CM rule in Angola collapsed in the face of millions of guerilla fighters and Henry basically selling out the 20 million white colonists by pulling the 700,000 strong Imperial Army out and sending them to Libya under the guise of Libya needing reinforcements... The commanders in Libya had begged him to keep the men in Angola, they said they had enough in Libya... But Henry didn't listen... And eventually the 500,000 strong white colonial army in Angola shrank to 40,000 as the white colonists that comprised the army fled the nation in the face of guerilla attacks on civilians.


William was currently not on speaking terms with his brother Henry. Neither was Roger... The only people still speaking to Henry were basically his liberal friends in the government and his sisters, and his brother George (liberal by CM standards = against genocide and imperialism)

OOC: Well, go ahead and not reply to my radio hail. If you read my post, I gave you one.

The ships all cut engines and waited...

William seemed to be off in thought, probably thinking about his coming ascension to the throne of TBD along with Katrina. He pulled her closer to him and ran his hand gently through her hair, "Yes, it's a wonderful thing."


He was thinking mostly about how he was second in line for the throne to the CM Commonwealth. George and Henry had been written out of the will because Curtis Fabus didn't like some of their actions... Roger and William were the favorites. In the event the commonwealth fractured after the death of Curtis Fabus, Roger was to get Fabus Island, Mississippi, and Tennessee. Henry was to get Kentucky, George was to get Ohio and Kentucky. William was to get Mississippian Egypt, Mississippian Libya, and Western Sahara. He would have also gotten Angola, but CM rule in Angola collapsed in the face of millions of guerilla fighters and Henry basically selling out the 20 million white colonists by pulling the 700,000 strong Imperial Army out and sending them to Libya under the guise of Libya needing reinforcements... The commanders in Libya had begged him to keep the men in Angola, they said they had enough in Libya... But Henry didn't listen... And eventually the 500,000 strong white colonial army in Angola shrank to 40,000 as the white colonists that comprised the army fled the nation in the face of guerilla attacks on civilians.


William was currently not on speaking terms with his brother Henry. Neither was Roger... The only people still speaking to Henry were basically his liberal friends in the government and his sisters, and his brother George (liberal by CM standards = against genocide and imperialism)

Seeing William's thoughtful face, "What are you thinking about, love?"

The ships all cut engines and waited...

The destroyer, not wanting to get on a conflict, put several men out on deck with bullhorns. Each man shouted,

"Ahoy! Paddle alongside our vessel, and put your hands up in the air! Prepare to be boarded!"

Seeing William's thoughtful face, "What are you thinking about, love?"


William didn't change his facial expression, he was still thinking, but now he vocalized his thoughts, "Oh, just wondering if one day perhaps I'll be the czar of the Mississippian Commonwealth. I'm, second in line for the throne... Well there technically no throne yet, but father is soon to be Czar. He's passing up my two oldest brothers George and Henry in favor of Roger and then me."

"Can you do me a favor, love... can you call your contacts? I really want to see this. Then turn the channel to BBN. I might do you a favor too, if this works out." she smiled at him, slyly. She knew he wanted her, and she knew he loved her...

"Can you do me a favor, love... can you call your contacts? I really want to see this. Then turn the channel to BBN. I might do you a favor too, if this works out." she smiled at him, slyly. She knew he wanted her, and she knew he loved her...


William smiled and said, "Yes of course... I'll do that right now." He picked up a phone with a secure line and contacted the Department of Internal Security Domestic Intelligence Branch.


(William) "Hello, please put me through to the DIS Foreign Intellicen Operations, Black Ops... Commander George Fabus please."

(George) "Hey William! How are you little brother? Keeping out of trouble?"

(William) "More or less, yeah. How is dad?"

(George) "Oh he's doing much better, you can hardly tell those zombies got him."

(William) "Is he back to his usual tricks again?"

(George) "I guess."

(William) "I need you to do me a favor if you would. Today at her speech in TBD, I need you to arrange for the queen to be taken care of, if you know what I mean. Give the job to Felben's men."

(George) "Sure thing little brother."

(William) "How is Roger doing?"

(George) "He's still in Alexandria, sick with pneumonia and tetanus."

(William) "How are Victoria and Eleanor?"

(George) "They're fine."

(William) (Tone of disgust) "How is... He doing?" (He=Henry)

(George) "He has a name... Henry is fine. He's your brother!"

(William) "I know I'm sorry. Call him later for me and tell him I said hello."

(William) "Well I got to be running along, you make sure the hit goes down during the speech yes? And make sure it isn't traced back to Felben or his men, because they could be linked to us. I don't want any of the men shouting their cause or anything... Just have them do the job and that's it."

(George) "Okay, well you take care little brother. God Bless! Hail Victory"

(William) "God Bless! Hail Victory!"


William set the phone down and turned to Katrina, "It's all set."

George started making calls to arrange for the suicide bombers to get the job done at the right time and to get it done right.


Edited: (I originally had the queen's speech was tomorrow, but, looking back a page it's today, my bad)

Katrina giggled.

"I can't wait! It's going to be so great, not seeing another one of those filthy natives again..."

The destroyer, not wanting to get on a conflict, put several men out on deck with bullhorns. Each man shouted,

"Ahoy! Paddle alongside our vessel, and put your hands up in the air! Prepare to be boarded!"

Yes, fine... The crewmen put up their hands.

They would open the caskets to find nothing, the Opium was hidden under the vinyl cover of the bottom. The only way in there was to cut through it with a knife.

Katrina giggled.

"I can't wait! It's going to be so great, not seeing another one of those filthy natives again..."


William smiled and then in a sort of mechanical and serious tone said, "This will go down all okay, but what if somebody else tries to seize your throne? Are there any possible contenders that need to be eliminated as well?"

"Probably The Dictator's Soldiers. They want to re-establish the dictatorship. They don't realize we executed him."

"Probably The Dictator's Soldiers. They want to re-establish the dictatorship. They don't realize we executed him."


William lit up a cigar, then leaned back and put his hands behind his head, "So what sort of government do you plan to establish? Oh forgive me, would you like one?" (He extended a cigar holder towards her with his right hand, still keeping the left hand lazily behind his head.

William lit up a cigar, then leaned back and put his hands behind his head, "So what sort of government do you plan to establish? Oh forgive me, would you like one?" (He extended a cigar holder towards her with his right hand, still keeping the left hand lazily behind his head.

"It's a bit of a tradition now, isn't it?" said Katrina as she took the cigar.

"The same government as we had before, a Queendom. Only it will be a white Queendom..."

"It's a bit of a tradition now, isn't it?" said Katrina as she took the cigar.

"The same government as we had before, a Queendom. Only it will be a white Queendom..."


William cracked a wide smile when she said 'white', "That sounds good, very good. I'm glad to hear it. I don't know what ever happened to the non-whites in Missisippi. But a while back, they just disappeared overnight and father told me they were all moved to Arkansas, so I guess that works. Maybe you can send yours to Arkansas as well."

Ooc- 100% of 1 million jews were exterimanted. 75% of 40 million blacks were exterminated, the rest were traded to another nation for right-wing white prisoners. The indians were guaranteed by treaty never to be bothered on their 5 reservations, and so they have been left alone because Curtis Fabus keeps his word. William Fabus was never given knowledge of the "Operation Purification" exterminations. But his 3 older brothers were, he was deemed "too young" to be brought into the plan.

"So I guess it's kind of a dump."

"So I guess it's kind of a dump."


William consciously concentrated on keeping the cigar in his mouth, but he let it sort of hang in there, he was inhaling while he talked, "Yeah, I hear Arkansas in a dump of a country..." (He started to laugh) "Well it is now!"

William set his cigar down in an ashtray and then covered his mouth with his hand has he held back a yawn. Then in a friendly and curious manner he asked, "So soon to be Queen Katrina, have you ever been to Mississippi?"

Ooc: TBD, do you want to work out the assassination over MSN messenger?

OOC: Sure.

OOC: Sure.


Ooc- okay, I'm back. I was shaving (which isn't fun because I always cut myself) and then when I got back down stairs, my cat who came by, I started petting him, and he bumped the freaking reset button!

Ooc- okay, I'm back. I was shaving (which isn't fun because I always cut myself) and then when I got back down stairs, my cat who came by, I started petting him, and he bumped the freaking reset button!

That's why I have a dog ;).

Ooc: TBD, do you want to work out the assassination over MSN messenger?

OOC: exactly what assination are you talking about??

OOC: exactly what assination are you talking about??

OOC: You'll see.

OOC: You'll see.

it better not be against us!!

it better not be against us!!

OOC: Why would we try to assassinate one of yours?

Okay you all listen up!

The assassination of the queen and the intrigues of William and Katrina are now going to be taking place in the thread at this here link.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=350050