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Aboard Rubberduckistan Air Lines 357, charter flight to Olympics.

"Janotz, did you recognize the air marshall yet" asked terrorist/freedom fighter Igor Burjanin nervously.

"Yes, he sits by the door, as usual. I saw his weapon when he entered into bathroom. He´s wearing also protective vest."

"Any other?"

"Not sure. That woman near First Class door looks suspicious though."

"Pass the word, we make our move in five minutes. Freedom for Duckhaven."

"Freedom for Duckhaven."

Janotz rose from his seat and walked towards the cockpit, slightly touching all his terrorist companions along the way. The preassigned signal to get ready.

As Janotz reached the cockpit door, Burjanin rose up and started walking towards the bathroom, passing the air marshall. Just as he passed, Burjanin flipped out his pepperspray and gave the air marshall full dose.

Quick struggle ensued, since both were accustomed to spray, and it took while to take full effect. Burjanin struggled to keep marshall from drawing his gun.

"Everyone stay down! We have explosives! One wrong move, and we all blow up" Janotz yelled from cockpit door. Three more terrorists rose up, holding suspicious looking packages. Frightened passangers froze immeadedly, only slight whimpers and crying being only sound heard.

Time seemed to stand still. Then Burjanin, who had managed to overcome the air marshall, and capture his .40 caliber Glock, broke the spell.

"We are the 1st Freedom Brigade from Duckhaven Liberation Front, and are now in control of this flight. If there are any more air marshalls, give up your weapons now." Burjanin reinforced his demand by dragging the tied up marshall, and holding the gun to head.

One nerdy looking guy stood up, and slowly opened his jacket, showing his Glock in shoulder holster.

"Good. Anyone else?" Burjanin took the gun, searched the marshall and cuffed him with ducttape. "No? Well then. Mischa, Baba, watch the good folks here, and I´ll go and have chat with our pilot."


(ooc: I´ll continue this tomorrow. Off to sleep now.)

"Open the f**king door! If you don´t your pretty air hostess gets her face cut off and bleed to death. And you pompous *ss can listen all of it" Burjanin
steamed. He had given the Glock to Mischa, and was now using sharpened plastic knife. Not made for combat, but still nasty. He tugged the sobbing hostess nearer and put the knife to her face.

"Please Yuri, open the door! They will kill me if you don´t, and then someone else until you do."

"Natalia, you know as well as I, that that is forbidden under under any circumstances until we land" pilot answered.

Natalia was beginning to got to shock and screamed, when she felt Burjanins knife starting to make cut "Screw the circumstances, there are lives at stake here, real human lives. What do some deskbound paper-pushing a-hole know about these things?! All they do is sit in their comfy chairs, read reports and make new orders. Don´t do this-don´t do that! They are going to kill me!"

"And if they use this plane as flying bomb, Natalia? What about that, if I let them to cockpit and they take over the flying, and they crash this plane to something?"

"We are over the ocean. If they crash us to ocean, what difference does it make? If you don´t open, they´ll kill us one by one!"

Burjanin had listened the conversation closely, and switched to more diplomatic tone. "You said, you are not allowed to open the door until you had landed, yes?"

"Yes, but why....?"

"What is the nearest airport?"

"Praetonian International. But whats that got...?"

"If I promise I won´t hurt this pretty lady, or anyone else, you land to Praetonia, open the door, and then we see how thing develop. Hmmmm?"

"I don´t....."

"Just fly as there, dammit! Or I will make shiskebab of this bitch!"
Burjanin stabbed Natalia in the back of the knee. She fell screaming.

"Allright. I´ll fly there. Just don´t hurt her more, please?!"

"Right, now that we understand eachother, hopefully you don´t try anymore stupid tricks."

30 minutes later. At approach air corridor to Praetonia International.

"Praetonia International, this is RAL Flight 357. We are having engine troubles, and ask permission to land."

"RAL Flight 357, Praetonia International. Wait for while, we are clearing runway 7 for you. Is the trouble life-threathening?"

Yuri Vlasov, the pilot, hesitated. This was the chance. He pushed the hijack button, and answered. "No, left engine is just giving weird meter readings. Just need to check it, if it´s ok to you?"

"RAL 357, you are cleared to land."

Rubberduckistan Citadel Air Control Center.

"Comrade colonel! RAL 357 is sending hijack distress signal" ensign Protoff shouted.

Colonel Kaminsky, shift officer, run to the desk. "Where´s that flight going?
And where are they now?"

"After they sent the signal, I shifted to listen their radio traffic, comrade colonel. They are going to land in Praetonia."

"Anything specific about hijackers?"

"No, comrade colonel. They just claimed to have engine trouble."

"Sikorsky, flash message to Party Central Committee, GHQ´s Counter-Revolution Warfare section, and to Praetonians. RAL 357 is hijacked. Number of terrrorists onboard unknown. Landing in Praetonia 9:30 AM local time."

OOC: I know this isn't the OOC thread, but since I don't see any response, can I join in? Pleeease?

1st Lieutanant Che Taladas. Trained in all forms of combat, urban included. Part of the elite Rosktai Force, a Division that specialises in Spec Ops. A visitor in the Praetonian Embassy, luckily he brought his gear with him. The gear? Kevlar Armor of course, goggles, including thermal, night, etc. A standard TM-93A which is distributed to all Rosktai Forces, equipped with scope and silencer, a deadly assualt rifle. Of course as a sidearm we have the Colt .45, a classic. Three frags, two flashers. One pack of C4, never know when it's needed. Now you think that'd be it, but on his waist was an UZI. All Rosktai Forces needed an SMG with them. The UZI equals small and good. And of course his looks, 5'9 with a nice tan, blue eyes, standard Army cut, looks about 30. It's all good. He boarded a Humvee, heading towards the Airport, he also sent a message.

Where should I do? Let's just say I have experience with this...

No names, just that message....

OOC: Tada!

ooc: hey got room for a fire fight? Go Socialistic Revolutionary of Busselvania!!!

last ooc hopefully: Please, try keep ooc stuff out of this thread? :)
Here is the link to that http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=352752

@Busselvania. Sorry, full. Maybe next time. Also see the introduction in ooc/invitation. I´ll be playing the terr´s, or doing the main storytelling in their part. :)

Regards
Rubberduckistan

Katie was in the Aircraft control tower in Praetonia International when the destress call came in. Immdetly the contol tower shifted into activtie, her and her TV crew where pushed out of the door. She ran down the stairs to see a plane coming into land and emergancy services being scrambled. Telling her crew to begin filming she smoothed her dress and began talking. "This is Katie Hill at Praetonia International Airport. It appears that a plane has had engein trouble. More as I get it."

As news filtered through to Praetonia International Airport that the plane on Runway 7 had been hijacked, the emergency plan immediately went into effect. The Runway 7 terminal was cleared by uniformed Imperial Police, stating that there was a 'fire risk' in the building. Several armoured cars approached from behind the terminal, out of sight of the aeroplane, and deployed several teams of Imperial Police in SWAT gear. They surrounded the plane from a distance, mostly in the terminal and alone the permiter fence almost a mile from the aircraft. They were only there to contain the situation while a team went in.

To: All parties involved (excluding the hyjackers of course)
From: Praetonian Imperial Police Mobile HQ

You are cleared to send in your officers via Runway 4. This is a small service
runway for light aircraft and there will be no trouble landing. From there our
officers will escort you to the incident site.

Sergeant Rank grunted, the change to miss a buss, have every traffic light against you and the fact that she fleet had sailed earlier was nearly zero. Well it happend to Rank, so now he was stuck in port and made his way towards the airport, hoping to catch a flight home and not have so much trouble getting his kit back.
"It always happens to me..." He sighed as he walked past a electronic shop and saw a newsbroadcast about the plane, he smelled trouble and hurried into the main terminal. Offering his services to the nearest policeofficer. "Sir I'm a trained DRN special ops, I missed the invasion fleet heading for SoT this morning. Can I be of any assistance?"

The policeman said, "I'll check." He walked away a few steps and spoke into his radio. After a few seconds he walked back over and said, "Yes, I'll drive you." The Policeman walked to his car, open the passenger door for Rank, and walked around to the driver's seat. He got in and sped for the airport, lights blazing.

Aboard RAL 357.

"Well now, captain, that was not so hard, was it? Opening the door, I mean.
We have landed, and your consience is squeky clean, since you did not break your regulations. Now, is the ground crew coming to see the plane?" Burjanin asked.

"They should be at any moment, but what do we do after they have checked the plane?"

"Yes, what do we do then?" asked Janotz, who had also joined to the company of Burjanin. "I mean, we succeeded taking the plane. Now we should publize our demands."

Burjanin looked nervous, and took Janotz to kitchen. "We.....I did not expect us to succeed. I did not have any plans futher than trying to capture
the plane."

"You...? WHAT?! Bastard! You committed us to this operation, and now you tell me that you don´t have a plan" Janotz slammed Burjanin against the wall
and held Glock to his face. "You said, you will tell us more after the capture.
Lying s.o.b. You have killed us all!"

"Look, when High Command told me to plan and execute this operation, I knew we were dead, one way or the other. Do you know how many hijackings
DLF has tried? 20, and we have heard nothing of the brothers and sisters who tried them. Just vague rumors that they were shot, and all there is in the news is that there was "slight disturbance on flight. They must be dead,
since RSP hasn´t arrested any of our leaders."

Janotz took a deep breath, and tried to calm down. "So, we need to come up with something, so our deaths will not be in vain."

"True. I was lost for a moment, forgive me brother, for losing my faith. That
is unacceptable for leader. I must be strong and decisive, so we may conquer the evil forces of Rubberduckistan" Burjanin said, switching to DLF rhetoric to regain his confidence. "I´ll speak to local authorities, and demand that our pleas are heard all around the (NS) world." Burjanin took the gun, and marched back to cockpit.

"This is commander.....Vitja, from 1st Freedom Brigade of Duckhaven Liberation Front. I demand to speak with highest authority possible about our demands. Know that we have....*off microphone* How many? 220 hostages
aboard this airplane. And we have explosives, so if you try to enter and free them, we will blow up the plane."

A man walked out from the terminal. He was carrying a megaphone and was wearing a flak jacket and kevlar helmet. He raised the megaphone and spoke into the microphone: "I am a spokesman of the Imperial Praetonian Police. The plane is surrounded. We are willing to negotiate. Do not leave the palne while armed."

He stood nervously waiting for a responce. Inside the terminal, back behind the windows where they couldn't be seen from the outisde, were several Imperial Police SWAT Teams with XM8s. They were only there in case the terrorists tried to storm the terminal or some other stupid act, but they gave the man with the megahpone some confidence.

OOC: If anyone is sending a negotiator they can replace this guy when they get here.

Burjanin stood with stunned silence for while. Then he gathered his confidence.

"Very good. I repeat. Know that we have explosives, and do not hesitate to blow ourselves up, if you try something stupid. Like storm the plane. First, we demand......fresh bottled water, food, preferrably fresh, since local airline cuisine is.....what the word in english? Rotten? Send one man, naked, to deliver the carriage filled with said items to exit-ladder, and no tricks.
I´ll contact you later about our other demands."

Rubberduckistani Duckche-Party Central Committee Conference Room.

"So they have landed in Praetonia? Their demands" asked Vice-Premiere Duck Tzu.

"No idea so far. We are keeping constant communication with Praetonians how the situation develops" answered MRD-Director, Army-General Gratchev.

"Since we are discussing this in private, lets keep it that way. No need to
alert CC-members from their dachas (villas). And if possible, keep this under thight lid with news as well. Don´t need to give the terrorist more credibility."

"What about Glasnost? Open information?"

"To hell with Glasnost! You have seen what these "political reforms" have
done to Rubberduckistan. Crime is rampant, and economy is taking nosedive.
Last thing we need is some "freedom fighter"-group making us look like fools."

"Do we send Alpha-Group there? They could try to free the hostages, though Praetonians seem to have things under control."

"Could they even make there in time?"

"Probably not. It will take time to fly even the Rapid Deployment Detachment,
and Praetonians are already on the job. Besides, if they fail, we can always blame them." (ooc: Praetonia. Nothing personal, just politics. You are doing great in RP-wise. Regards: RD)

"Still, it will make us look bad, since we can´t even protect our citizens. Keep the lid on this one, whatever happens. If Praetonians succeed, we will applaud them and offer our heartfelt thanks. If they fail.....there was an unfortunate accident. Send the detachment from Alpha-Group, and tell them to mop up the situation, if it escalates to assault. We will trust the Praetonians to handle it."

*da advertising bump*

The Humvee arrived, Che leaned out of the window. It was a bustle, by now the perimeter was secured. But there was now plan, yet. He stepped out, in full gear no less. Never know when you'll need it. He was sweating, not because of the situation, but because of all the shit on his back. This is not what you wear outside! Anyway he walked to a random policeman.

"Hey Che, where can I be useful? I've had experience assaulting before. But a plane... eh..."

OOC: I do not want to be a negotiator I need to get familiar with WAR!

Doom City, Doomingsland

Ring Ring

Lt. Shephard was asleep in his apartment, when he was awoken by the ringing of the phone. He fumbled with it, trying to pick it up...

"Hello?"

"Shephard? This is Colonel Maybourne."

Oh, damn, something really bad happened... he thought to himself, sitting up.

"What can I do for you Colonel?"

"There's been a hijacking. RAL flight 375, they touched town in Praetonia a few hours ago. I want you to go in as an observer, but if they let you, I want you to go in and help out. Your plane leaves in an hour."

So much for weekend plans...

"Yes, sir, I'll be at the airport in a few. Talk to you later."

"Bye."

Why do I even attempt to sleep... he thought, walking over to his colset and taking out his SOCOM .45...

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A few hours later, his DLAL flight touched down in Praetonia, were he was supposed to be greeted by local police....

Katie was on the air again, this time from the perimiter. "The offical line is that there is a fire risk in the building. However that is vewed as unlikely due to the that plane over there. What we balive is more likly is a hijack. Currently our radio operator is trying to get a line onto the plane. Also we hope to have a intervew with a senior figure.

Several armed police officers approach Che and escorted him into the main terminal building overlooking the hijacked plane. Similiarly Lt. Shephard was also escorted. There was now a team of three people from various nations ready to assault the plane if anything went wrong, but it wasn't really enough...

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Meanwhile in front of the terminal the man with the megaphone had walked back into the terminal to prepare the food delivery. Several minutes later everything was ready in a carriage. Fortunately they didnt need to send another man who would have ended up as a hostage or a casualty, as the food handling system was fitted with a series of rails to deliver carriages automatically. Mounted into one of the trolley's metal struts was a tiny camera. It was small and hard to notice, and even if it was spotted it was easily mistaken for a piece of plastic stuck to the trolley.

"Janotz, they are sending food. Get me one hostage to carry them." Burjanin shouted. "She´ll do" he said, and pointed young, about 20 years old woman, who sat the with two younger girls. She stood up sobbing.

"Now, what´s you name?"

"Katja *sob*....please don´t hurt me."

"Don´t worry Katjuska. I just want you to get the food they have sent us.
Are these two little girls your family?"

"They´re my sisters....please....We were going to meet our daddy in Olympics."

"If you do something stupid, like try to run away and tell the authorities something, I´m afraid they will be in grave danger."

"I won´t... *sob* I´ll do what you say, just don´t hurt my sisters."

"I´ll do no such thing, little one. But I´m afraid local authorities might try
something stupid. Now let´s go."

Praetonian Police Tactical Command Center.

"Sir, we have visual contact. Young woman coming to get the food."

(Gamemaster info: Camera also caughts the glimpse of Burjanin, as he peeks from door. Going great so far. Honor to play this. :) So here´s the chance to catch some intelligence info. )

*bumpbumpbump*

The radio operator finally had some success, they had got onto the planes communications, in the background they could here *Static*[i] "I´ll do no such ~fizz~, little one. But I´m afraid local authorities might ~Crackle~
something stupid. Now let´s go."

katie spoke into the radio, "this is kKatie Hilll of Aust Broardcasting Company, can you read me?"

Ring...

"Yo..This is Maj. Lenin"

"Lenin! This is General Gordon We got a situation!"

"What kind of a situation?"

"We got a plane heading for Praetonia. Hours ago the plane was hijacked."

"Okay, Do I have the government's support"

"Yes, I will provide the transport. How about an Osprey?"

"Fair enough."

Lenin! I am giving you a Land Warrior Equipment, It will be waiting for you in the Osprey. You will meet Lt. Shephard from Doomingsland, The police from Praetonia, and 1st Lieutanant Che Taladas from The Island of Rose."

"Lenin out."

(Gamemaster info: Camera also caughts the glimpse of Burjanin, as he peeks from door. Going great so far. Honor to play this. :) So here´s the chance to catch some intelligence info. )

Che looked at the screens up in the tower. He raised a brow. He looked... familiar. He took out a monitor like object in started to press a few buttons. He took out a wire, connecting it to the console. After a few seconds of a blank screen, a profile appeared.


Name: Burjajin
Occupation: Terrorist
Nationality: Rubberduckistanian
Age: Unknown
Last Seen: Inside a Plane

Che chuckled. "Well, it looks like we have a terrorist here. Any idea what to do rookies?" Ah, he's so hotheaded....

OOC: Is that good? Also, can I be leader since I was there first? :)

Lenin being debriefed in side the Osprey

"Lenin! It's Gordon! I am sending you the profile of our terrorist "friend""

Name: Burjajin
Occupation: Terrorist
Nationality: Rubberduckistanian
Age: Unknown
Last Seen: Inside a Plane

'Umm.. What's his staus on the plane"

"Unknown? You'll be at the airport in 15 minutes"

"OK"

OoC: Sorry guys, school is starting and I don't think I'll have enough time to attend all my RP's so you can write me off but I'll try to read this every day.

PS: And I'm being invaded by a bunch of people so I need that resolved first.

OOC:School started, so I might not get to post much.

Shephard entered a room with two other operatives. He sat down at a long table at the center, and began pushing rounds into his magazines. Afterword, he cleaned his rifle, attached the grenade launcher, screwed on the suppresor, and bore stighted it with a laser bore sighter. After that, he strapped on hs tactical vest, inserted grenades and magazines into the pouches, strapped on his helmet, and tested his thermal goggles, which worked fine. Finnaly, he took his helmet back off, and pulled his mask on, and put the helmet back on. He knew very well that this might not be needed, but something told him otherwise...

OOC:School started, so I might not get to post much.

Shephard entered a room with two other operatives. He sat down at a long table at the center, and began pushing rounds into his magazines. Afterword, he cleaned his rifle, attached the grenade launcher, screwed on the suppresor, and bore stighted it with a laser bore sighter. After that, he strapped on hs tactical vest, inserted grenades and magazines into the pouches, strapped on his helmet, and tested his thermal goggles, which worked fine. Finnaly, he took his helmet back off, and pulled his mask on, and put the helmet back on. He knew very well that this might not be needed, but something told him otherwise...

Che chuckled as he put the equipment on. He was carrying his TM-93A, casually of course. It waved a bit as he turned around. "So chiquo, you couldn't do that inside the plane? Eh..." Did I mention he was in full gear? "Might as well inform you, the camera video up in the tower looked familiar. I uploaded it, might wanna look.

He took out a monitor like object, which showed the following:


Name: Burjajin
Occupation: Terrorist
Nationality: Rubberduckistanian
Age: Unknown
Last Seen: Inside a Plane

"[i]Interesting no? Now we need to figure out why." He started to ponder...

A Captain in the Imperial Police walked up to Che. He was in full kevlar body armour and had an XM8 slung over his back. He also carried a pistol, and as was tradition for Praetonian Officers in anything, a sword. "Yes, we already know this, look out the window," the Officer pointed through a small tinted glass window that was being used as an observation port, "and we can assume that he will eventually have some kind of demand(s) that he wants us to carry out. WHat I want to know from you, is would you be able to storm that plane whilst causing as few civilian casualties as possible?"

OoC: Sorry guys, school is starting and I don't think I'll have enough time to attend all my RP's so you can write me off but I'll try to read this every day.

PS: And I'm being invaded by a bunch of people so I need that resolved first.
OOC: Ok, see you around Dumpsterdam. Island of Rose, you can agree that with Praetonia, if you want to the team leader.
And back to business. :)

The radio operator finally had some success, they had got onto the planes communications, in the background they could here *Static*[i] "I´ll do no such ~fizz~, little one. But I´m afraid local authorities might ~Crackle~
something stupid. Now let´s go."

katie spoke into the radio, "this is kKatie Hilll of Aust Broardcasting Company, can you read me?"

Pilot looked to Janotz, as he did not want to risk his life by answering without terrorists permission.

"Hey Igor, someone is calling us by radio. Claims to be from Aust Broadcasting Company" Janotz yelled to Burjanin.

"Wait a second, our little friend is just bringing the last packet of food in"
Burjanin answered, and slammed door shut behind shaking Katja. "You see the
fair distribution of food Janotz, and some people might want to use the bathroom by now, so see it is done in orderly fashion."

Janotz and Katja went to distribute the foodpackets, and Burjanin grabbed the mike.

"This is Commander Vitja. Who am I speaking with?"

"I am Katie Hill, Aust Broadcasting Company."

"Well Katie, maybe you can help the world to hear our plea? 300 of our brave brothers and sisters are locked without trial, to rot in Rubberduckistan´s prisons. Their only crime being the wish to see Duckhaven independent and free from evil tyranny of the Rubberduckistan. We demand their freedom, and their safe passage to neutral country of our choosing, where we wish to request asylum. Also, we demand 300 million Quacks ransom for the passengers. It will used to help the orphans and widows caused by Rubberduckistan´s opression."

Aboard AGT-225 (AN-124, converted to airborne command center) carrying
30 man detachment from Rubberduckistan´s Alpha-Group.

"Colonel Meshnikov. Praetonians have recognized one of the terrorists.
MRD is sending full data now."

Name:Burjanin, Igor Petrovits
Age: 37
Height: 5´7"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Dark brown, balding.
Eyes: Brown
Other: Tattoo of tiger in left shoulder.
Military service: Infantryman, 217th Motorized Rifle Division. Trans-
Rubberduckistan Military District. Average service record. Party activity
during the service: Passive.
Relatives: No living relatives.

"Tell the Praetonian´s we want him alive, if possible."

"i shall broadcast what you want. Could you give me some background? If it's going to be effective I need that."

"i shall broadcast what you want. Could you give me some background? If it's going to be effective I need that."

Burjanin thought hard. He had to make good impression now, since this
might be only chance to make plea of Duckhaven heard.

"Our city, our country, really started about 15 years ago. Rubberduckistan
was choking to overpopulation and pollution, so they used dissenters as
slave-labour to build new year around open port for Rubberduckistan´s Navy.
More people moved in, and we started to make a living with industry also, becoming pretty prosperous for small nation. But almost every rublequack
average Duckhaveni makes, goes to feed the hungry behemoth of Duckche-Party.

We have managed to preserve the nature also, and want our beautiful country free, before Rubberduckistan and it´s cursed Party really make our lives worse. They can´t dump their toxic waste in their own country anymore, and are eyeing us for new dumping place. We just want to rule our
own country. Is that not natural?"

Lenin Arives in Praetonia

"Lenin, Welcome to Praetonia International Airport"

"Umm..This place is not bad"

"You'll be meeting the other operatives for your team"

A Captain in the Imperial Police walked up to Che. He was in full kevlar body armour and had an XM8 slung over his back. He also carried a pistol, and as was tradition for Praetonian Officers in anything, a sword. "Yes, we already know this, look out the window," the Officer pointed through a small tinted glass window that was being used as an observation port, "and we can assume that he will eventually have some kind of demand(s) that he wants us to carry out. WHat I want to know from you, is would you be able to storm that plane whilst causing as few civilian casualties as possible?"

Che looked to the window and smiled. He invisioned a plan forming out in his mind. But he'd need to prepare some things first of course.

"I have an idea. We can attack at night. We'd have a lower profile, giving a chance for less casualties. If you want to increase chances, you should put in some sort of drug... I don't know."

He shaked his head.

"I got it, a night assualt. I'll need a reason to bring a truck to the plane. At night the truck will approach the plane, we will be behind this truck. We will enter from the back, while a sniper or two will provide cover from the tower or otherwise."

He turned around, smirking, he held his rifle in hand.

"Unless you have something better."

The Captain looked at Che for a few seconds, before a shout from behind him caught his attention, "Sir! The terrorists are tramsitting from within the plane... they're talking to a reporter." The policeman's voice trailed off and the transmission could be heard: ~~they used dissenters as slave-labour to build new year around open port for Rubberduckistan´s Navy. More people moved in, and we started to make a living with industry also, becoming pretty prosperous for small nation. But almost every rublequack...~~

The Captain spoke up, "Where is this journalist? Why aren't they talking to us? Send a team and have her removed from the airport!"

"Sir... wouldn't it be better to use this to our advantage?"

"How do you mean?" Asked the Captain, turning to face the Leuitenant who had interupted him.

"If they're talking to her... perhaps we could use her to help negotiate a settlement."

"Yes... yes that's good. Get me those people on the plane... tell them that we would like a hostage in exchange for the food. Just one..."

Che listened to the transmistion and sighed.

"Great, propoganda, now they will sympathize with them. Captain, you never told me if my idea was good."

Che raised a brow.

"Wait... we can strike, during the negotiations..." He muttered. "No, no..."

OOC: I love me Rainbow 6 :P

Praeton Praetonia Imperialis International Airport Forecourt

Outside the airport a crowd was gathering. Some were there because of the growing media event, some were reporters, some were friends of the people on board the plane, but most of them were protestors. They had heard the broadcast and symathised with the terrorists on board the plane. They wanted their terms to be accepted. In several hours thousands were there, some with banners and other blowing whistles, marching up and down outside the airport.

Command HQ, Runway 7 Terminal

"It's... a little farfetched. I doubt they would let us get a truck near the plane. What i want to know is how many people are on the plane which is why we need a hostage and what the hell is that noise? SERGEANT!"

"Err... Im not sure. I think a crowd is gathering in front of the airport."

"Bloody reporters. Tell them to be on their way."

"Not quite sir... they're protesting... they want us to give in to the terrorists' demands, sir."

"THEY WANT US TO DO WHAT?" The Captain half exploded. Deploy the riot police. If they get agitated, deal with them. I want them AWAY from this airport. Understood Sergeant?"

"Perfectly sir. Yes sir!"

Praeton Praetonia Imperialis International Airport Forecourt

Corporal Polanux was but one of the riot police who had been deployed to the Forecourt. They all carried bullet-proof riot shields and stun battons, along with tazers and CS gas grenades.

"What do yuo think, Marcus? Do you recon this lot will get angry?" He asked his friend standing next to him.

"I dont know... they look awfully rowdy," he said. Obviously refering to the crowd shaking their fists and throwing cans over the police barracade. One man was standing up on a hastily errected platform to speak to the people over a megaphone held by one of his cronies.

The policemen lined up in front of the airport in their standard protection formation.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/510000/images/_514368_riot_police150.jpg

Just then the Captain walked out of the terminal, one hand on the strap of his XM8, the other on the hilt of his sword. He was well known for having a no-nonesense approach, but he was well liked by the police.

"Good to see you Sabacco!" Shouted one of the riot policemen. The Captain's name was in fact Maximus Sabacco. Captain Sabacco held up one of his hands in recognition. He walked behind two of the policemen and they immediately stepped to the side to form a sort of door in the riotshield wall. He walked through and stood in the small space between the concrete barricade and the riot shield wall. His staff Sergeant was next to him, holding his megaphone, while he spoke into the mouth piece.

"People of Praetonia. Innocent people have been held captive in a plane for several hours now..." the man with the megaphone was still speaking, and the crowd was half listening to Sabacco and half to the megaphone agitator on the platform, "...these people are being held hostage by dispicable terrorists. Do not deceive yourself. They are not freedom fighters. What they are doing is low and cowardly. Have you forgotten how our own Captiol was ripped apart..." the megaphone man was still speaking and the crowd were now chanting something inaudiable, whilst holding their fists in the air and motioning towards the police wall.

Sabacco was becoming increasingly angry. It was noticeable in his tone. However, the point where he finally cracked was when he heard the megaphone weilding man call him an "small-minded, oppressive pig". Sabacco dropped the megaphone mouthpiece, brought his XM8 from his back to his hands, raised the gun and fired. A single rubber bullet shot towards the man holding the megaphone who took a direct hit to the back, fell to the floor and rolled of the podium into the crowd. The crowd was visibly enraged, and in that split second it looked as though they would storm the barricade. The emotion however, turned to fear in an instant. Sabacco drew his gold tinted sword and held in at full height slightly back behind him, and thrust it forwards yelling, "CHARGE!!!"

The crowd was stunned in silence for a second until the riot police ran forwards. The crowd was rooted to the spot, like a rabit in the headlights of car. They didnt move until the police were nearly at their own barricade, when the front rank finally realised what was about to happen. They turned and pushed frantrically backwards, desperately trying to escape. The police wall jumped onto their barricade, jumped back down and slammed into the back of the protestors, knocking people to the ground and trampling over them to batton the second.

http://www.humorisdead.com/blueshirt/riot.jpg

Che also listened to the approaching noise. He looked as the Captain ran out of the terminal. He decided to follow him, though he was silent about it. He observed from an ally near the street. He observed as the Captain and the man spoke and overlapped each other. He sighed, he started to take him at the man, but he was too late, the Captain shot him. He raised a brow, running towards him. By now, it was a riot, it was a wall on wall situation, but he wanted to help somehow. He took out a special magazine, it was clear and had a sort of balls inside. He inserted it, but though for a minute. He ran up a fire escape, he reached the roof. He picked up a megaphone and started to speak through it at the crowd below.

"People! Don't you see?! The terrorists are holding innocents hostage! What if your son was there?! Your girlfriend?! Your boyfriend, wife, husband, daughter?! Would you support them now?! They are evil people, if they were good people, they would not have threatened to blow up the plane and kill the pilot!" That last part was a lie, but he needed to play on their feelings. "You are all Praetonians! Do not do this to yourselves! Please! You Praetonians are surely better then that!" He waited... would it work? Maybe, maybe not.

OOC: You don't mind that right Prae?

OOC: No that's fine.

IC: By now the riot had degenerated. Some people had taken position in buildings overlooking the street and were hurling petrol bombs down at policemen ducking behind their riot shields. Captain Sabacco was stroling leasurely through it all. He had his pistol draw and he shot at fleeing protestors who fell and were then battoned by the charging riot police. Unconcious protestors littered the streets as teams of Riot Policemen forced the doors to houses where petrol bombers were attacking their comrades below.

A SWAT team had taken position at the police barricade. They were ordered to shoot anyone who approached. Further down the street the occasional protestor was battoned by a policeman and fell to the floor under the influence of the electric shock.

http://www.army.mod.uk/img/4regtra/Riot-3.JPG

Most of the policemen couldn't hear Che's call, but Sabacco did, and it brought him back to his senses. "STOP! EVERYONE STOP!" The trained Imperial Police stopped immediately, hearing Sabacco's amplified voice through their police radios. They retreated a few steps, raising their shields against petrol bombers or the protestors in fron of them, and slowly the protestors started to stop too. The petrol bombers dropped their bombs (some igniting the rooms they were in) and the protestors slowed down and turned around to face the policemen. There was no malice in their eyes, only a kind of glazed expression, like that that would be found on the veteran of some great battle. All the hatred either side had was gone, dissipated into the violence on both sides.

The media had already arrived, and the presenters stood also in silence, unable to comment on the seemingly magical intense silence and stillness. It remained that way for several minutes, until the amulances and fire engines arrived, breaking the silence with their noisy sirens. The police walked slowly back into the airport, and the protestors went into the massive carpark, where an emergency relief centre had been set up. The ground in front of the airport was scarred and borken, the tar scarred by the flames, debries littered the road.

Sabacco got back into the terminal and slumped into a chair, his sword and scabbard put to one side. No one dared disturbed him.

Sabacco got back into the terminal and slumped into a chair, his sword and scabbard put to one side. No one dared disturbed him.

Che looked as the riot slowed down. He dropped the megaphone, it worked. Wow. He put the TM-93A on his back, seeing no need to carry a rifle. But just in case, he got the UZI from his waist and drew the metal stock. He started carrying it like a rifle. Nice. He entered the terminal, still carrying the UZI, chuckling. And yes, he did dare disturb him.

"Hmmm, tired? Do you want to plan this later? I understand if you want to rest, that was insane..." He waited.

Burjanin thought hard. He had to make good impression now, since this
might be only chance to make plea of Duckhaven heard.

"Our city, our country, really started about 15 years ago. Rubberduckistan
was choking to overpopulation and pollution, so they used dissenters as
slave-labour to build new year around open port for Rubberduckistan´s Navy.
More people moved in, and we started to make a living with industry also, becoming pretty prosperous for small nation. But almost every rublequack
average Duckhaveni makes, goes to feed the hungry behemoth of Duckche-Party.

We have managed to preserve the nature also, and want our beautiful country free, before Rubberduckistan and it´s cursed Party really make our lives worse. They can´t dump their toxic waste in their own country anymore, and are eyeing us for new dumping place. We just want to rule our
own country. Is that not natural?"
"i see, I will broadcast your appeal, we'll keep this radio on this channel so if theres anything you want to say..."

She turned back to the camara.

"This is Katie Hill ABC news. We have recently got a statement from the men who have hijacked the plane. They claim that they wish to see there country, Duckhaven inderpendent. Here is the full statement.
"Our city, our country, really started about 15 years ago. Rubberduckistan
was choking to overpopulation and pollution, so they used dissenters as
slave-labour to build new year around open port for Rubberduckistan´s Navy.
More people moved in, and we started to make a living with industry also, becoming pretty prosperous for small nation. But almost every rublequack
average Duckhaveni makes, goes to feed the hungry behemoth of Duckche-Party.

We have managed to preserve the nature also, and want our beautiful country free, before Rubberduckistan and it´s cursed Party really make our lives worse. They can´t dump their toxic waste in their own country anymore, and are eyeing us for new dumping place. We just want to rule our
own country. Is that not natural?"

"more as we get it. Katie Hill, ABC news."

"They want one hostage as bargain for food" Burjanin whispered to Janotz.

"We need water also. People are passing out, since all the drinking water
and juices are gone. This heat will kill those old people" Janotz answered and pointed few old couples huddling in seats. "Ask them to send fresh water also,
and we have a deal. Sergei is looking the toilet now, it´s clogged. Ask if they can send tools to fix it?"

"Right. Just a second."

"This is commander Vitja. We will send out one older couple, in exchange of
food, fresh water, and blumbing equipment. Will that satisfy you?"

(ooc: Damn work. Everything is going great I see :) )

"That is acceptable. Thankyou for negotiating. The supplies you requested will be sent out using the same mini-railway system as before."

About half an hour later the carriage was sent down the tracks. They had considered spiking the food and water, but it was too dangerous. If one of them realised they were passing out they could detonate the plane. It had been seen before when EFFOC attacked Austar Union. Still, once they had built up trust they might be able to use the carriage to their advantage. One of the toolboxes contained a tiny microphone. It was only a very short range transmitter, but it would be able to transmit to the terminal not far from the plane.

(ooc: Just got back from work, and I´m going to sleep soon, so I´ll post something relevant info you gather during the events of trading the food, and releasing of the old couple.

GM-info: Katja is used again to get the food. Microphone picks up some chatter between her and Burjanin. Burjanin does sound more friendly towards her now. Katja is not so frightened, and works with more speed.

Old couple can describe the terrorists. All dark-haired, brown or blue eyes etc. You can describe them when writing them. Burjanin´s stats are given in
previous post. Couple can only estimate the number of people aboard.

Rubberduckistani sent info:
Passangers: 220 (Including two Air Marshalls)
Crew: 12. 4 Flight, 8 Serving/Hostess
Doors: 3 at side, cargo ramp, small service door below cockpit to
underparts of the plane.
Datafiles include better pictures of Burjanin.

Microphone info: Hear the names of Janotz, Baba, Mischa, Sergei if listen for 2 hours at least.

Sorry that I can´t write more in-character. Now to sleep. )

OOC: Heh, there should be a twist in this...

Che looked down at the plane through the tinted window. He sighed. Nothing important has happened yet. He now just carried his TM-93A, his UZI on the waist, and the .45 in it's cover. He started to speak, still looking out the window.

"We have no plan whatsoever. We should not negotiate with terrorists. They will demand more and more. I want some way to bust in there and kill those putas. Bleh..."

He shook his head.

"We should start planning now."

He turned around, looking at each operative individually. He then looked at a T.V. screen on the console, hearing some names.

"Janotz? Baba? Mischa? Well, we now have four names... hmm..."

He started stroking his chin, smirking. He walked up to ________ and asked a question.

"Are there heartbeat sensors in there? Is there a way we can get them inside?"

OOC: I hope that was good, also the police should get the terrorist info thing...

OOC: WHen I said that I needed the hostage to find out how many people were on the plane, i meant how many terrorists. Sorry about that.

IC: "Yes I suppose you're right. We can get heartbeat sensors in with the next food delivery. What I want to know is how you can get up to the plane, open the door and neutralise the terrorists without them noticing much. This is too important for it to go wrong."

He picked up his sword and sheated it, and walked back towards the Police HQ in the terminal.

OOC: WHen I said that I needed the hostage to find out how many people were on the plane, i meant how many terrorists. Sorry about that.

IC: "Yes I suppose you're right. We can get heartbeat sensors in with the next food delivery. What I want to know is how you can get up to the plane, open the door and neutralise the terrorists without them noticing much. This is too important for it to go wrong."

He picked up his sword and sheated it, and walked back towards the Police HQ in the terminal.

Che followed him towards the HQ center, he put his TM-93A on his back, finding no need for it.

"Well... I suppose in the next food delivery, we can have someway to knock out the terrorist receiving it..."

He shook his head.

"Or, we can take the back door, using silenced weapons to down the terrorists, you know. Use something to distract them while we take the back door, any ideas?"

I like big bumps!

Lenin walk in to the HQ center

"What's going on here?!!!"
"You need my help?"

"Planes have back doors now do they?" Said Sabacco scornfully, "and Im sure that the terrorists dont know about it. You see if you knock someone out, say with the drinks, we have considered this, then people notice. When people pass out terrorists get alarmed and start making rash demands. When they dont get what they want they start making rash decisions, and before you know it 200 odd people are dead."

"Planes have back doors now do they?" Said Sabacco scornfully, "and Im sure that the terrorists dont know about it. You see if you knock someone out, say with the drinks, we have considered this, then people notice. When people pass out terrorists get alarmed and start making rash demands. When they dont get what they want they start making rash decisions, and before you know it 200 odd people are dead."

Che sighed.

"Apparently they do. Or were you being sarcastic?"

He let out a laugh, but just once though.

"Eh, well you're right they would notice... but the front door approach would give us too much attention, unless by some damn reason the lights went out and it was dark. But that'd cause confusion. You have a better plan?"

He turned around, looking at Lenin.

"Well do you have a plan too? Come on, tell us."

"So when are we going in?"
"The riots almost destroyed my osprey."
Lenin is muttering

OOC: Anybody got a map of the plane?

"I have the specs, I got them during the flight"

Lenin gives the specs

http://www.airliners.net/info/pics/3view-747-400.gif

"Hope this helps"

OOC: OOC means out of character, or did you know that? Just trying to help :)

OOC: OOC means out of character, or did you know that? Just trying to help :)
OCC: sorry about that

OCC: sorry about that
OOC: Post ICly then please? :)

OCC: let's continue

OCC: let's continue

OOC: I know

He turned around, looking at Lenin.

"Well do you have a plan too? Come on, tell us."

OOC: Continue :)

Yes Che, I have the plans"

Hands it over

http://www.boomspeed.com/airzelda/747.gif

"This plans might help, but we need the locations of where the terrorist are loctated and there patrol route"

Yes Che, I have the plans"

Hands it over

http://www.boomspeed.com/airzelda/747.gif

"This plans might help, but we need the locations of where the terrorist are loctated and there patrol route"

Che sighed, slapping himself in the face.

"I said for a plan not for the plans. Besides these are pictures! Idiota! What the hell?! Don't you know english!?"

Che took a deep breath, exhaling and counting to 10 backwards.

"Sorry, my names is Che. Right, this is nuts. Anyway, do you have a plan to enter the plane?"

OOC: Instead of writing "hands it over" write "He handed it over". That's my preference anyway...

OOC:When are we gonna go in? I missed alot...

(ooc: Damn work. Anyhoo back to business.)

Police Command Post

Interrogator: How many terrorists did you see?
Istvan Grabov: I don´t know....I saw two standing there. Holding those
jars. They shouted they have explosives. One man wrestled
with air marshall, I think, and took his gun...
Anna Grabov: I saw him taking his....what you call it? Vests? Protective vest
too.
Intr: But how many of them, are there, did you get good look at them?
A.G: Two were running around with the guns. One just stood there watching
us, and held the jar. There were maybe two other I think. So, I guess
there is five of them.
Intr: What kind of plan they have, when they watched you? Did they patrol,
move around?
I.G: The leader is mostly in the cockpit I think...
A.G: The other gunman (Janotz. GM-info) moves around. He´s erratic, and
is constantly checking the others. Others just stay put.

(GM: What you have gathered, is that Burjanin and Janotz are, at least armed
with pistols, and have protective vests. .40 caliber Glock´s. Other three
terr´s supposedly have explosives, but nothing indicated they have planted
any in plane, and no one has seen any detonator.)

"Right, now thats one side of the sory done, now to get the other, we need a intervew with one of the leaders of the beseiging forces, Ian could you go and ask one of them? I balive that that is a man named Che. Please find him or a represtive?"

Che watched the interrogation videos. He chuckled, more information was coming in. He looked to one of the policemen.

"Okay, so now we know a little bit more about the situation. But we need some things in there, like heartbeat sensors, more cameras. Things like that"

He started walking in a circle, trying to think of something else.

"Right."

He took a seat, settling in quite comfortably, his rifle is on his lap now.

"Any plans?"

((OOC: NO SCHOOL!))

"We're getting some IR sensors in, that way we'll be able to see where people are... just a shame that terrorists dont give off a different IR signal, or we could snipe them from here... anyway our police units are using tungsten cored bullets from here, to penetrate the flak jackets. However, if we storm the plane their flak vests will be virtually useless at point blank, and we dont want bullets going right through them and hitting hostages now do we?"

"We're getting some IR sensors in, that way we'll be able to see where people are... just a shame that terrorists dont give off a different IR signal, or we could snipe them from here... anyway our police units are using tungsten cored bullets from here, to penetrate the flak jackets. However, if we storm the plane their flak vests will be virtually useless at point blank, and we dont want bullets going right through them and hitting hostages now do we?"

Che nodded.

"True. Well, we have no choice anyway, we need to storm the plane."

He took his UZI from the hip, putting his TM-93A on his back. He then got a silencer from his waist, attaching it to the UZI. He pulled out the metal stock, pointing it around.

"We're stuck with SMGs then. All shot are going to be headshots. If we use rifles, they'll kill the hostages if used on headshot. Or, we can always shoot their legs, but we won't have time to aim. SMGs sound like our best deal."

He chuckled.

"Don't you agree?"

Ian reached where the forces where based, "I am Ian Akrig of ABC news, we would like a intervew."

Ian reached where the forces where based, "I am Ian Akrig of ABC news, we would like a intervew."

Che stopped playing around with his UZI. He put metal stock back inside, removed the silencer, and put it on his waist. He looked at Ian.

"I guess you can talk to me..."

Che stopped playing around with his UZI. He put metal stock back inside, removed the silencer, and put it on his waist. He looked at Ian.

"I guess you can talk to me..."
"Okay, just wait a second while I get a camra over here."

"Okay, just wait a second while I get a camra over here."

Che started looking at his watch, whistling innocently.

"I'm waiting..."

Captain Sabacco walked over to two of his Corporals and whispered to them quietly. Both of them took their XM8s from their backs and held them ready. They walked over to one side of the soon-to-be interview and observed.

Captain Sabacco walked over to two of his Corporals and whispered to them quietly. Both of them took their XM8s from their backs and held them ready. They walked over to one side of the soon-to-be interview and observed.

Che looked around, observing the two Corporals. He chuckled to himself and thought. They'll shoot me or the interviewer, great... Che was a paranoid man he was. Well, or Rosktai were. A good trait in terms of Special Forces, you must be at your ready, and he was. His hand slowly slid to his holster where his .45 was. He had his hand ready to draw the weapon out in case things got funny...

((OOC: We really need to decide roles :P))

Lenin explains his plan to the operatives

"We go right under the plane" (OCC: like in the movie S.W.A.T.)

"We need a distraction, we a "Negitiator". We open the compartments and find so door that go up, but we wait for the patroling terrorist to leave the area, we get up and lean to the wall wait for the terrorist(s) to come back and "kill" him/her. the we storm the area quietly with silenced weapons."

Lt. Shephard followed the group, and remained silent, taking the magazine out of his rifle and putting it back in every ten minutes.

Che started to yawn, he then... fell asleep, his snores were so loud that they can wake the dormant earth into destroying itself.

((OOC: Crapass psot, I know...))

Janotz tapped Burjanin´s shoulder.

"We should ask them about our other demands. We may need to execute one of the hostages as example, since this is dragging too long. One air marshall
should do?"

"I hoped it would not have come to this, but we really need to get out of here. Give me the mike!"

"This is commander Vitja. We are now issuing ultimatum. If our demands, which we have stated you, 300 million Quacks ransom, release of our brothers
and sister in Rubberduckistani prisons, and free access to neutral country, are
not met in two hours. I repeat, in two hours. We will start to execute the
hostages one by one. Commander Vitja out."

OOC: Sorry, I've got stuff, on (GCSE coursework) And carn't continue this, sorry. If you want to take over my caricer you may.

"This is commander Vitja. We are now issuing ultimatum. If our demands, which we have stated you, 300 million Quacks ransom, release of our brothers
and sister in Rubberduckistani prisons, and free access to neutral country, are
not met in two hours. I repeat, in two hours. We will start to execute the
hostages one by one. Commander Vitja out."

Che sighed as he heard the man talk. He rolled his eyes. He stood up, putting his right hand on his waist and his left using it as some sort of binocular.

"Great... now we have to assault the plane. If we don't act, they'll be killed."

He sighed again.

"We need a plan now."

Shephard finnaly broke his silence, and pointed at the map.

"We should have two men dropped on the roof, climb down to the cockpit, and nuetralize any terrorists there, while having another group sweep in from the bottom. When they figure out what's going on, a third group can enter from the side doors."

Shephard finnaly broke his silence, and pointed at the map.

"We should have two men dropped on the roof, climb down to the cockpit, and nuetralize any terrorists there, while having another group sweep in from the bottom. When they figure out what's going on, a third group can enter from the side doors."

Che shook his head.

"And how do you suggest we get on the roof? The terrorists will see us and start killing hostages. Though, getting in through the bottom is good..."

"Listen to my plan!!"

Lenin saying angerly

"We go right under the plane" (OCC: like in the movie S.W.A.T.)

"We need a distraction, we a "Negitiator". We open the compartments and find so door that go up, but we wait for the patroling terrorist to leave the area, we get up and lean to the wall wait for the terrorist(s) to come back and "kill" him/her. the we storm the area quietly with silenced weapons."

"WILL YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE"

(ooc: Just for clarification. All terr´s are male. You can discuss the tactics with TG´s or here IC/maybe bit OOC. When you are finished, TIOR, who I assume is the assault team leader will post the final plan, if you please?
Then the ball will start really rolling.)

"Listen to my plan!!"

Lenin saying angerly

"We go right under the plane" (OCC: like in the movie S.W.A.T.)

"We need a distraction, we a "Negitiator". We open the compartments and find so door that go up, but we wait for the patroling terrorist to leave the area, we get up and lean to the wall wait for the terrorist(s) to come back and "kill" him/her. the we storm the area quietly with silenced weapons."

"WILL YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE"

Che looked at Lenin.

"Nope. When they find out we're here, we'll have to rush like hell. The plane is big you know, we won't make it in time. I suggest a night assualt into the back of the plane using silent weapons. Eh... wait, your plan sounds good... a bit."

Che shook his head.

"And how do you suggest we get on the roof? The terrorists will see us and start killing hostages. Though, getting in through the bottom is good..."
"We can fast rope off a helo, they don't have very good visabilty, and as for rotor noise, we can create a distraction, say, play some loud music." he said, looking annoyed at Lenin.

OCC: I thought every works together, Come one a Major out ranks all the operative's ranks.Why can't I be leader.

Lenin mutters in anger
Whispers to himself "My plan is fool-proof, man O' man this people want a raid, we can combine our plans into one."

"We can fast rope off a helo, they don't have very good visabilty, and as for rotor noise, we can create a distraction, say, play some loud music." he said, looking annoyed at Lenin.

Che looked at the operative.

"What's your name? I think somebody might notice us shooting the windows. The thing is, we don't know where the mass of the hostages are. As soon as we know, we can make a proper plan to minimize losses. For now, a night assualt through the back looks best."

"Since the "major" terrorists could be holding the hostages"
"Our best plan is to eliminate the terrorist one by one."

Unnamed Praetonian Police SWAT Officer: Sir, the hostages are sitting in their places. They have not moved them anywhere. Our thermal scopes can´t give us exact pictures, but according to released hostages description, the three of the terrorists stand here, here, and here. (marks to the map of plane) Leader might become visible in cockpit for a while, but it still is difficult shot.

Aboard Alpha-Group´s Kondor

"They are threatening that if we don´t meet their demands, they start executing hostages in one hour. Praetonians are making the plan for storming the plane" group-commanders aide spoke.

"Patch me through to Politbyro. Hello? Comrade Vice-Premiere, have you heard the latest development? Yes. I understand that capturing Burjanin
alive would be major intelligence breakthrough, but it may not be possible.
Praetonians have less than one hour to give their answer, so they can´t
use any less-lethal methods to secure the safe capture of terrorists. I understand comrade Vice-Premiere, and will inform the Praetonians."

Colonel put the sat-phone away, and sighed.

"Send the message to Praetonians. Rubberduckistan will meet the demands
of the terrorists, if rescue attempt before the expiring of the deadline is
not possible."

Lenin gets worried

"We have to get to the plane now, before its to late"

"Ok then, let's move out," replied Shephard, heading toward the door, cocking his XM8.

"I'm ready"
" let's save the people, my country depends on it."

So, state your equipment, your tactics, are you using Praetonian SWAT as support? Etc.

So, state your equipment, your tactics, are you using Praetonian SWAT as support? Etc.

Che looks over at Shepard.

"Fuck it. We're using your plan. It's more realistic."

He puts his TM-93A on his back, taking out his UZI from the waist. From there, he attaches his silencer to the barrel, taking out the metal stock.

"But we need to use SMGs. Shepard, you lead one group, I'll lead the other. We might need Praetonian SWAT help. Now where is that Captain..."

Che started to look around.

((OOC: I'm basically using Doomingland's plan. Also, I'll be using my UZI, along with my 3 Frags and my 5 Flashbangs... I already stated what I was using in the signup, or on the first page >_<))

Equiptment-

Primary-Xm8 Compact
Accesories-Sound/Flash suppresor, XM312 grenade launcher
Sidearm-SOCOM Mk.23
Accesories-Sound/Flash suppresor
Armor-Level IV kevlar
Camo-Black
Misc-Thermal goggles, OPSAT, frag, flash, teargas, and smoke grenades

So, state your equipment, your tactics, are you using Praetonian SWAT as support? Etc.

"We will be using the SWAT for back-up if things go ruff."
"All operatives, we will need the SWAT, Don't underestimate the terrorists,We are not going to make it another Somalia."

Che looks over at Shepard.

"Fuck it. We're using your plan. It's more realistic."

He puts his TM-93A on his back, taking out his UZI from the waist. From there, he attaches his silencer to the barrel, taking out the metal stock.

"But we need to use SMGs. Shepard, you lead one group, I'll lead the other. We might need Praetonian SWAT help. Now where is that Captain..."

Che started to look around.

((OOC: I'm basically using Doomingland's plan. Also, I'll be using my UZI, along with my 3 Frags and my 5 Flashbangs... I already stated what I was using in the signup, or on the first page >_<))
"OK, I'll take the roof, you come in from underneath, and we'll have the SWAT breach the side doors when we engage. Right now I need transport..."

"I'll provide the transport"
"How about my osprey"

"I'll provide the transport"
"How about my osprey"
"Sounds good. I'll need one more guy, any takers?"

"Sounds good. I'll need one more guy, any takers?"

Che looked around.

"Nope, so, who am I taking in with me? Or am I going alone?"

"Ill work with anyone, but they have to be good"

Che looked around.

"Nope, so, who am I taking in with me? Or am I going alone?"
"You're gonna need moore guys than me, you've got the tough part. All's I have to do is secure the cockpit, and go in at the same time as you."

" If no one going to come with me, I'll take the SWAT team'

"You're gonna need moore guys than me, you've got the tough part. All's I have to do is secure the cockpit, and go in at the same time as you."

Che thought for a minute.

"I guess either SWAT or Lenin will have to do. What about Sobbaco?"

"I guess I'll go it alone then."

OOC:Can we put this off till later, I gotta go.

" I'll work with Che"
"We might need the SWAT with us"

" I'll work with Che"
"We might need the SWAT with us"

Che looks at Lenin.

"Eh... fine. Two to the back, and how many to the side and front?"

"As I've said, I'm going it alone up front to save resources. The remaining SWAT will go in from the sides, not sure of the number."

"As I've said, I'm going it alone up front to save resources. The remaining SWAT will go in from the sides, not sure of the number."

Che nodded.

"Good luck with that man. Try not to die hm?"

Che nodded.

"Good luck with that man. Try not to die hm?"
Shephard smiled at that, "don't worry, I can't be killed."

Little did the others know, there was actual fact behind this...

OOC:If he gets blown away, you get to find out what I'm talking about, muahahahaha.

GM question: So you will insert one group with Osprey to the roof? Will you create diversion? Contact the terrorists. If some of them tries to surrender?

GM question: So you will insert one group with Osprey to the roof? Will you create diversion? Contact the terrorists. If some of them tries to surrender?
OOC:Yeah, basicly, we're gonna play loud music so they won't hear the rotors, then drop my guy on the roof, he's gonna run up to the cockpit, drop down, and kill that guy, then he'll cut open th window, and get in.

(ooc: Ok, I´ll wait if anyone else has something to add, then the assault will begin. What´s going to be your excuse for the music, if terr´s demand to know, by the way?)

OOC: Sorry, Ive been away for a bit. The only questions I have are: What excuse would you come up with to play loud music? and Do you know how much noise aircraft actually make?

ooc: Praetonia, are you asking me? If nothing else comes up, I´ll begin the assault with the plan you have made.

(ooc: Ok, I´ll wait if anyone else has something to add, then the assault will begin. What´s going to be your excuse for the music, if terr´s demand to know, by the way?)
Its gonna be turned off by the time they have a chance to ask.

OOC: No I wasnt... ah well this might work.

"What the hell is that" Janotz yelled when music started blaring and run to the door.

"NO! Stay inside, I´ll ask them what´s going on" Burjanin tried to stop him.

Janotz stepped outside, and saw approaching Osprey. "What the hell....?"
Then his head blew off.

Praetonian Police Sniper position. At the same moment.

"Eye-2, Terrorist outside he sees the Osprey. We are compromised."

"Snipers, fire at will. Assault teams move in."

Inside RAL 357.

"Janotz!" Burjanin run to the door, and tried to drag headless Janotz in. "No! It was not supposed to...." He turned towards the door, trying to decide whether to shoot the hostages, or try to fight back.

((OOC: So Rubber, you gonna do the assualt? Because I gotta go through the back ;) ))

"We're compromised!" Sabacco shouted, "to hell with stealth! Terminal defence teams take firing positions!"

The SWAT teams guarding the two stories of windows stood up, shot three tungsten tipped bullets in a triangular pattern into the glass and rammed the XM8 barrels through the holes. Even bullet proof glass couldn't withstand such treatment at point blank.

"Blank magazines and flashbangs, fire at will!" With any luck this would make the terrorists take cover and the flashbangs would help the SWAT teams moving in. Hopefully this would not go horribly wrong...

((OOC: Since I don't know how the back of the plane looks like, can ya lead me Rubber?))

(ooc: Rose, if you remember the aircraft takedown from Rogue Spear, use that info. If not, it´s dark, cramped with luggage tied in place, little maze you should not meet any resistance. Two stairs. One circling up in the middle of the plane. Other is ladder at the nose. Few pets will react to your presence. In general, you can write the assault as you want, since you are doing fine in it.

The explosives are fake. Just pickels jars, wrapped in paper and cloth, but you don´t know that.)

(ooc: Rose, if you remember the aircraft takedown from Rogue Spear, use that info. If not, it´s dark, cramped with luggage tied in place, little maze you should not meet any resistance. Two stairs. One circling up in the middle of the plane. Other is ladder at the nose. Few pets will react to your presence. In general, you can write the assault as you want, since you are doing fine in it.

The explosives are fake. Just pickels jars, wrapped in paper and cloth, but you don´t know that.)

((OOC: Ah then in that case ;) and Rome, since you're with me... ))

Che and Lenin enter the back of the plane. Che is armed with his UZI and Lenin with his rifle. They first went through the luggage room, no resistance. They climbed the stairs, arriving at a hall. A terrorist shouted. "We're breached!" But Che shot him in the head before he could do anything, and yes the shot was silent. He continued on, he continued on, no resistance, he now ended up at the main room where all the hostages are. Che shouted.

"You're under arrest bitch!"

((OOC: And from there you can take over Rubber ;) ))

(OCC: Island, I'm still with you)
Lenin go to another room to contact General Gordon after entering the plane and killing the terrorist.

"General, this is Lenin, do you read me?"

'Roger, what the heck is going on there?"

"No time, We are going to comense the attack. I need the Osprey, can you bring it over."

"Yeah, I'll send to the airport. Should be there in 5 min."

"Roger that, better hurry up."

5 min later
The Osprey arrives
Lenin radios the operatives

"The Ospery has arrived!!"

"Start loading up!"

The flurry of flashbangs flew towards the Burjanin. He dived for cover, but series of ear-splitting bangs deafened him, and 2M candela flash blinded him totally. He tried to reorient himself, but was totally lost. He also felt he had urinated his pants.

Assault teams stormed in, and wrestled Burjanin to ground, disarming and cuffing him. Two other teams breached the emergency exits, hurling teargas and flashbangs.

"Stay down! Everybody stay down! Police!"

"Don´t shoot! We surrender" terrorists shouted, huddling among the hostages. Panic was building among the hostages, like dammed river, finally
being let loose.

"This is Assault-1, hostages secured, two terrorists down. No sign of explosives" Assault team leader reported, as explosives detecting dogs and Bomb Squad arrived.

"Clear the plane at once. Everyone out, except Bomb Squad. Let the dogs sniff through the plane" Sabacco ordered.

"Roger that. Evacuate the plane. NOW!"

Whimpering and crying hostages were cuffed and manhandled out, while dogs started going through the plane.

Lenin looks at Che

"Hm.. That was fairly simple!"

Lenin radios the operatives

After we're done, you want a ride home. The Osprey has room."

((OOC: How anti climatic :P and will I be honored :P))

Che started looking around the plane.

"Well... I guess we are the victors."

He got off the plane, looking at the operative around him. He chuckled, putting his weapons back where they belong. He started hugging the multiple operatives, laughing.

"Great jobs guys! Come on, we need to check the situation."

He started walking towards a policeman, but was distracted by Lenin.

"Why not?"

He walked towards him.

(ooc: Well, yes. It´s anti-climatic, since there was no major firefight. But then again RL succesful operations tend to be. Terr´s had only two captured pistols, which they lost with death of Janotz, and when Burjanin was disabled by flashbangs. Whole operation was more of a desperate suicide mission, with bluffed equipment.)

"General, It's Lenin, mission was a success!"


"Great, now get back home."

"I'll come back, if all the operatives say yes to my offer."

"What offer?"

"If they want a ride home in the Osprey or if the Praetonian government let's me vacation down here."

"Just remember to come back home, Gordon out"

OOC:Wow, you did it without me. Well, I might as well say what my guy did...

The Osprey rushed toward the grounded 747, while on the ground, loud speakers blasted rock music. When it got over the roof, a rope was lowered, and Shephard fastroped down. When he hit the roof, the helo headed out, and the music was turned off. Shephard quietly moved across the roof, and slid down in front of the cockpit, surprising a terrorist and two pilots. Shephard fired three suppresed rounds from his XM8 through the window, and splattered the terrorist's brain tissue all over the cockpit. He radioed the others...

"Cockpit secured, move in."