NationStates Jolt Archive

All was quiet as the cruise ship left from the port city of Adrillinia, in the province of Adi'inkli, Kryozerkia. Well, by "quiet", it we mean, nothing went wrong, no one tried to disrupt the maiden voyage of the prize cruise-liner the Imperial Khrystal...

People joyously celebrated the maiden voyage of the ship as it left the port, both on land and on board the majestic cruise liner. They continued to celebrated into the wee hours of the night, as the sky above turned to night and the stars dancing in the sky above came our in record numbers, shining down.

The travellers on the ship watched the stars in awe, and merely enjoy themselves, for now, it seemed that only that mattered. They remained completely oblivious to the evil that was brewing down in the belly of their ship.

"Fools... They are all fools." a raspy female voice whispered, as she smoked a cigarette. She exhaled a long trail of white smoke into the dimly lit room. She leaned against the wall as she spoke.

This woman wore a server's outfit.

Another woman, who wore the same thing, smirked. "That they are. They have no idea what will happen. Best of all, we have all the elite on this ship and their bloody and snotty brats. They will pay dearly for their crimes against society."

They were alone for now.

The smoker spoke up. "We must bid our time. We can't do anything now. We must ensure that all communication is severed. We cannot risk having anyone find out."

"That's what we have the others for. They are ensuring that they have the supplies in order to launch the attack when they are given the signal."

"But not before we ensure our own escape route. I do NOT want to die with these assholes."

"Of course not... No need for our blood to be tainted with theirs." the nonsmoker angrily spat.

"Everything is ready." a male voice said.

"Good... Very good."

The smoker then excused her after the male voice annouced that it was time to begin putting their plan in motion. She left her friend and him. Then, removing her name plate from her vest pocket, she fastened it to her vest and put on her fake and ever-so plastic happy smile, she walked to the upper deck.

As she set foot on the deck, an older, very overweight woman snapped her fingers. "Hey you, get here! About time we got some service!" she declared arrogantly. "Now you better be prompt, or I shall report you to your boss.

"Now then, my daughter would like to order."

The smoker, who's name plate read "Sari", tried keep smiling. "Yes, what would you like?"

The daughter, a fat kid who wore clothes, which in Sari's opinion were far too tight, which displayed the rolls of fat that the kid was laden in, replied curtly, "I'd like a milkshake, and it better be vanilla strawberry!"

Sari, keeping her expression straight, replied levelly. "I'm sorry, we don't have that kind."

"Excuse me, why are you being rude to my daughter?" the woman raised her open ringed hand. "You will make it happen!"

Closing her eyes to stop herself from reacting, Sari replied submisively, "Yes, will try and do it, ma'am."

Her eyes narrowed as she walked away, thinking sour bitter thoughts.

Arriving in the kitchen, she slammed her tray down and the chef, who happened to be a member of the staff who was in on the plan, gazed up. "Oi, Sari, what happened?"

"A fat cow and her little fatass brat happened. She wants a strawberry vanilla milkshake."

The chef smirked, an evil smirk. He then reached under the counter. "Perhaps a little laxtive will teach that brat a thing or two." he remarked, as he took out a powder mix for the milkshake. "As well as not getting the real thing."

Sari smiled. "I like... I like a lot! I love the way your devious mind works."

After a minute, the chef handed Sari the laxtive laden drink, and smirking, she left the kitchen to return to the deck. Wordlessly she handed it to the girl and walked away, thinking to herself, 'Soon enough none of these people will ever set foot back in Kryozerkia and our nation will be cleansed of the evil that is the rich elite while the rest of us work and toil under their oppressive wages...'

Cruises From Hell

Cruises From Hell
ooc: oh, it hasn't even begun. I got the idea when I was thinking of various ways that terrorists could launch attacks and get away with it.

The nonsmoker who had been with Sari left the room a few minutes after Sari had. She too placed her name plate on her vest. Hers read: Akia.

Akia walked by their male colleague, Sion'ar and winked at him. He rolled his eyes and muttered something behind her back. She didn't notice, as she had moved away from the room quickly to get to the kitchen. Arriving, she smiled at the chef and picked up the tray for the captain.

She then moved quickly for the cabin. They need to first cut off communication. They couldn't do anything drastically noticeable until they were well out at sea and no one's cell phone worked.

Knocking on the door, she smiled and walked in. "Hi, it's Akia. I have your order, sirs!"

The second captain turned. "Splendid! Thank you!"

Accidently tripping, Akia spilled the boiling hot soup on the second captain. Crying out, she placed the tray down and took out her serviette. "I'm so sorry sir!"

"It's ok, Akia, these things happen. Mortsu, I'm going to change!"

Capitain Mortsu nodded and continued to stare ahead.

While on her hands and knees, Akia removed the pen knife from her vest and reached under the panel and locating the wire for the communication mediums, she proceeded to cut all the wires. She had to do so carefully so that it wouldn't be apparent immediately.

It was lucky for her that Captain Mrtsu didn't notice because she had done this right under his nose. Pulling back, she replaced it in her pocket and finished cleaing up the soup and picked up the tray again. "I'm very sorry... I shall get the chef to make you two proper meals."

"No, it's ok, miss. If I need anything, I'll page him." Captain Motrsu patted the communications box, on which all but the blue wires which were for internal communication, had been cut.

Acknowledging him, she took the tray and left.

Once out in the hall alone, she placed the tray down and removed a walkie-talkie from her vest and turned it on. "All communications are down except for internal. Proceed to stage 2."

None of the passengers had any iota of the lack of safety that surrounded them. The group in charge of the systematic attacks that would be happening when they were stranded in the middle of the ocean, had taken precautions to isolate themselves life jackets and a dinghy. They also ensured that no one other than themselves were safe.

In fact, the on board medical staff, while licensed doctors and nurses were all part of the movement. These peopl were young nurses and doctors who had a hard time finding work because of the elite's strangle hold on society. One of those doctors was Sion'ar, who had been involved in political activity since his early teens.

He had provided the chemicals that the chef was using in random dishes. They had decided to ensure that the use of chemicals in foods wasn't systematically selective, but rather systematically random. They knew that if they didn't focus on just one group that there would be less suspician.

As he was treating a minor sprain for a young boy, he overheard the child's parents talking.

"Our great Prime Minister has joined us on this voyage."

"Really? That is very noble of her. And her family I presume?"

"Not their eldest son. I heard her saying he was at home studying for his Masters in Linguistics."

"Pity that is. Our daughter would be better off associating with people like him instead of that riffraff."

Sion'ar smirked. 'If only you knew...'

Wandering in, Sari moved next to Sion'ar and whispering into his ear said, "The mysterious accidents will start tonight... Starting with those two..."

She pointed to the couple.