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September 11, A.D. 2004, 7:09 A.M., C A D Time, RB City, Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters

It started out like any other day. Sleepers dreamed, lawyers schemed, and tea kettles steamed. Dogs barked incessantly. The pleasant, mild-mannered people of Roach-Busters went about their daily routines. Offices bustled with activity. Police occasionally broke up minor street fights. Children dutifully went to school. Adults worked hard at their jobs. In short, it was as peaceful and dull as any other day. The weather was perfect. There was not a cloud in the sky, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was neither scorchingly hot nor abominably cold, but just right.

At least, that's how it all started.

WARNING!! The following is recommended for those aged 13 and older younger. Reader discretion is advised!

In a small suburb, a cranky, fidgety old woman tapped the ceiling with her cane, and yelled at her son and daughter-in-law, "Why doncha'll young 'uns quiet down up t'ere?"

The ceiling trembled slightly and the squeak of bed springs was heard above.

"I said, why doncha'll SHU'UP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and a moment later, she heard her son, Dwight, say, "Martha, darling, I guess we'll have to wait until later."

Ten minutes later, the whole house shook, more violently than ever. "I T'OUGHT I TOLE YA YOUNG 'UNS TO CUDDIT OUT!"

"What are you talking about, Ma?"

She turned around, and to her surprise, saw Dwight and his wife, Martha, fully dressed.

"Then, what was that shaki-"

Those were her last words. The ground shook so tumultuously that the entire ceiling disintegrated, burying her instantly in debris. Dwight grabbed Jenny's hand and instinctively dove into the next room. Part of the ceiling fractured, and a huge chunk of concrete plummeted down in front of them, blocking the door. A second chunk smashed Jenny in the head and splattered brain tissue everywhere. Dwight gazed in horror at his blood-soaked clothes, but the feeling of horror- as well as his feelings in general- did not last long, for the whole ceiling quickly collapsed on him, as well. In minutes, the entire house had crumbled apart like a fortune cookie.

Outside, a massive crevice opened in the ground, as the street was violently ripped apart. The ground shuddered like a man in freezing cold water. Buildings toppled like dominoes, and right and left, thousands of people screamed mindlessly as they were either hammered by debris, or else swallowed alive by the vast crevices which ripped open the ground beneath their feet. Smoke filled the air. All around, there was mass panic, hysteria, and chaos. Glass shattered. Houses were toppled. Men, women, and children alike were buried alive. The entire island grumbled like the stomach of a famished giant, swaying and shuddering tumultuously, causing widespread devastation. Half an hour later, when the tremors stopped, nearly 60% of the city was in ruins, hundreds of thousands of people were homeless, hundreds of children were orphaned, and over ten thousand people tragically perished.

That evening, President J.L. appeared live on national television, issuing a plea to the international community to help him in his time of crisis...

I have to leave for 45-60 minutes. Feel free to post in the meantime. Later.

Imperial Palace, Winchester

The Emperor had just enjoyed his midday tea with his top advisors. It was a regular day, simple and quiet. The ministers disovled to their respective offices, as a low ranking runner from the Foreign Ministry ran up to the Emperor. He bowed lowly and graciously to his sovereign and lifted the paper above his head. "Your excellency this is most urgent" the man said as he bowed and slowly cowtowed his way back ten feet. The Emperor looked down at the paper and read it quickly. He waved his hand for valet, who came quickly. The Emperor wispered into his ear "Retrieve my ministers." The valet, dressed in Imperial Black and Green ran off.

Moments later, seven ministers returned, though not all the ministers, these were he only ones found. "Hello again Gentlemen and Ladies," he tipped his hat a bit, being the most gracious emperor in some time. He continued "It seems we have a bit of an emergency in Roach-Busters. What do you think we should do?" The ministers looked around, till the Minister of Communication, Lord Mark Stein said "Sir, lets give them everything we can" The Emperor smiled and nodded, "Thank you, that is all." The ministers bowed lowly to their Emperor and walked off...

It passed through to the dispatch center rather quickly. The emergency response teams were quickly ready to go. The 10 SAENG Cargo jets took off, loaded to the teeth with food stuffs, medical supplies, and emergency response teams.

President Raei was sitting in his chair. His small television screen was showing him images of the death, destruction, the despair that now engulfed Roach-Busters. The early estimates had said there may be over ten thousand dead. It could very well be lower than that, or it could easily be much higher...

Raei knew exactly how President J.L. must feel... he knew the feelings all too well.
Even though he was so many thousands of miles away, he could hear the screams and the cries, he could smell the smoke and ash in the air, he could taste the blood and death... and couldn't help but think about his own past, and all that he had been through.

He reached over, and picked up his drink, but didn't drink from it; instead he held it in front of his face, and gazed, as if he were looking into it's spirit...
So many died... and I could't do a damn thing... The image that he always protrayed to his people, of the strong, courageous, fearless leader began to crumble. He was back, so many years ago, as he watched his people die, and his love, and even his children, and he couldn't do anything. Just like I can't do anything-no! I can, now, I have almost 2 billion people, doctors and engineers and... This time is different, this time I can do something...

He almost smiled, almost, as he reached over, picked up his phone, and asked his assistant to enter the small room, although it seemed so much larger now...

"Please, deliver a message to the President of Roach-Busters."


"I am truly sorry, my friend, for what has happened to your nation, your people. It truly is a tragedy, and Malre will help any way it can. I am positive that I will see people lining the streets in millions, that will want to help yours. I know there can be such a thing as too much though, so I will send only specialists, in any needed field, to help with your recovery efforts. I can send doctors and medics to hep treat wounded, search and rescue teams to help find survivors, and those less fortunate, and forensic scientists, to help identify those that didn't make it, if you wish. I-we will help you and you're people, in every way we can.

Be assured, that all your people are in our thoughts and prayers."



Edit: wow, it missed a sentence, or maybe I did... fixed now!

Bhalk's fists slammed through the table as the glasses rolled off the remains of the oak table.

"Was this an enemy attack!?"

The cowering advisors stepped out of the corner.

"We don't think so. We know of no nation that has such technology so as to do acts of horror. None yet have claimed responsibility so we presume it is actually an earthquake."

The advisor relaxs as Bhalk pulls his fists out of the table. He uses a towel to wipe the blood of his hands.

"Send everything we can to help."
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Cargo planes shot off air strips heading towards Roach-busters. They were packed full of food and medical supplies. Jets carried medical personel and experts to the scene of the earth-quake.

President J.L. extends his deepest thanks to the generous nations who have provided aid in RB's time of need.

President J.L. extends his deepest thanks to the generous nations who have provided aid in RB's time of need.

You would do the same for us.

Later that day...

President J.L.'s emergency plan was simple. The city would be divided into four "military districts," and 25,000 troops would be deployed to each district to distribute food, clothing, and medicine, begin reconstruction, set up tents for the homeless, and put out fires. Each district would be under the temporary command of a military leader. General Creighton Eastmoreland would be Director of District A. General Anastasio Batista Ugarte would be Director of District B. General I.P. Tuumutch would be Director of District C. Finally, Captain Erik Swoverland would be Director of District D. The aid provided generously by the international community would be administered and distributed equally among the victims by these four men.

SPECIAL NOTE: The earthquake is just the beginning. For those craving action (of the bullets flying, blood gushing variety), there'll be plenty of it soon, not to worry. ;)

The Holy Empire is Saddened at the news of this time of Crisis and is willing to send a Releaf force of 900 Doctors in 10 M.A.S.H. units to Help the wounded of the Devastateing Earthquake. (They will arive in One NS Week).

His Holyness Sends his Depest Regards to the Families of the Dead, lost, or wounded.

300 gold Bars and 300 tons of Marble are being sent to help in Repairing of the city.

The Holy Empire is Saddened at the news of this time of Crisis and is willing to send a Releaf force of 900 Doctors in 10 M.A.S.H. units to Help the wounded of the Devastateing Earthquake. (They will arive in One NS Week).

His Holyness Sends his Depest Regards to the Families of the Dead, lost, or wounded.

300 gold Bars and 300 tons of Marble are being sent to help in Repairing of the city.

Thank you.

SPECIAL NOTE: The earthquake is just the beginning. For those craving action (of the bullets flying, blood gushing variety), there'll be plenty of it soon, not to worry. ;)

Sorry, you wont get military help from me. Most of my soldiers are deployed in other areas. Unless i can use my puppet.

Sorry, you wont get military help from me. Most of my soldiers are deployed in other areas. Unless i can use my puppet.

Puppets are more than welcome. We appreciate the help.

Official Ministorial Statement

We are truely sorry for your loss, and are airdropping aid, along with four thousandGrenvali Guard troops, one thousand per district to maintain the rebuilding. You have our deepest sympathy.

Rachel Samantha Bafringh
Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC: Awesome, give me a little time.

The Empress was enjoying time with her children when an an aide walked somberly towards her. It had only been weeks since the Coup that had killed thousands. Seeing the aide the empress told her children she would be right back. She walked over and saw the expression on the aide's face and was instantly sobered
"What's wrong?"
"In Roach-Busters...people have been killed by a massive earthquake"
"How many?" She asked relieved it had only been an earth quake
"Estimates report 10,000..."
The empress instantly regretted her last feelings "Oh my god...send help as soon as possible. Send food, and everything else...Prepare my plane I will with their leader's permission come there and help them. Maybe we can find out what they need most"
"Right away empress" The aide walked away quickly to do her tasks
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Telegram to the Leader's of Roach-Busters
We wish to be allowed acces to your nation. The empress wishes to come personaly to observe the damage and caculate the supplies needed to help heal your citie's wounds.
Dracun High Command

I also must use my puppet to give aid and assiatance. The pupper which is called, Rowanoke, will provide 14 Medevac Helicopters and Doctors to airlift victims to hospitals.

From the the Imperial Court's Ministry of Foreign Affairs:

"We send our condolences to all people affected by this violent act of nature. If you request any aid from the Empire of Fate and Honor, we will meet it with our best."

If allowed we will deploy 2,250,000 soldiers to ehlp in keeping the peace, and rebuilding.

We will also send many supplies of food, water, medical supplies as well as the best medcal staff and construction crews Borman has to offer.

(Thanks, everyone. Your kindness is greatly appreciated.)

Swoverland's Deception

He couldn't believe his eyes. The amount of money he had been provided- by both the government and the international community- was enough to make even CEOs of the biggest corporations piss in their trousers. Cash, dough, dinero, filthy lucre, greenbacks, moolah, money...a very bountiful amount. His eyes twinkled with greed. He was literally drooling with anticipation. He grinned. J.L. was a fool to have given him the job of administering aid to his district! Swoverland grinned again. Well, it wouldn't hurt to spend some of it on reconstruction and relief aid. He wouldn't spend too much, though. He called his aide, Bernie. "Bernie? Yeah, how much was it again? Uh-huh...uh-huh...holy freakin' shi-, er, I mean, that's quite a bit. Wire 75% of it into my account. Uh-huh...yup. Then, get my plane ready. I want to be off the ground and out of the country in four hours. Uh-huh...uh-huh...yeah...fine, whatever...sure...uh-huh...yup...you bet...bye-bye." He hung up.

"Sir, you might wanna see this."

"You mean......he's corrupt and stealing other nations money."

"Yes sir."

"How many soldiers in his district?"

"560,000."

"Get them to arrest all of his men and him."

"Sir....you called."

"Yes. Send all soldiers in Roach-busters to assist those tackling the corrupt bastard."

"Sir, you might wanna see this."

"You mean......he's corrupt and stealing other nations money."

"Yes sir."

"How many soldiers in his district?"

"560,000."

"Get them to arrest all of his men and him."

The Concordiat Colony of Rowanoke will send 1 million troops in to help Borman Warrior arrest and destroy this corrupt leader.

(Thanks, everyone. Your kindness is greatly appreciated.)

Swoverland's Deception

He couldn't believe his eyes. The amount of money he had been provided- by both the government and the international community- was enough to make even CEOs of the biggest corporations piss in their trousers. Cash, dough, dinero, filthy lucre, greenbacks, moolah, money...a very bountiful amount. His eyes twinkled with greed. He was literally drooling with anticipation. He grinned. J.L. was a fool to have given him the job of administering aid to his district! Swoverland grinned again. Well, it wouldn't hurt to spend some of it on reconstruction and relief aid. He wouldn't spend too much, though. He called his aide, Bernie. "Bernie? Yeah, how much was it again? Uh-huh...uh-huh...holy freakin' shi-, er, I mean, that's quite a bit. Wire 75% of it into my account. Uh-huh...yup. Then, get my plane ready. I want to be off the ground and out of the country in four hours. Uh-huh...uh-huh...yeah...fine, whatever...sure...uh-huh...yup...you bet...bye-bye." He hung up.

[OOC - Is this public or secret IC?]

The Concordiat Colony of Rowanoke will send 1 million troops in to help Borman Warrior arrest and destroy this corrupt leader.

We are gratefull for the Concordiats assistance.

This just in: President J.L. offers a one billion dollar reward for the capture of Captain Erik J. Swoverland, for his illegal seizure of millions of dollars intended to be spent on the reconstruction of RB City. Here is his picture:

http://www.square-central.com/ff7/cid.shtml

Please capture him alive, if possible.

Supplies are arriving now.

OOC: Are you gonna RP him doing something or are we just gonna say we captured him.

IC:Soldiers seized hundreds of Swoverlands soldiers as a hunt for Swoverland commenced.

[OOC - Will post a bounty hunter/ special ops force arriving soon.]

OOC: Are you gonna RP him doing something or are we just gonna say we captured him.

(OOC: I'll RP it now)

"Sir, it seems like Bormanian and other foreign occupation troops are after you. They've captured hundreds of our men already," reported one of his aides, Brandon.

"What th'?" Swoverland exclaimed. "This quickly? Goddamnit...goddamnit, goddamnit, goddamnit...god...DAMN IT!!!!!"

"Sir!"

His two other aides, Sean and Shawn, entered the room and saluted him. "President J.L. is offering a huge reward for your capture! Maybe you should return the m-"

"Hell no, don't even say it! There ain't no way I'm returnin' th' money! Mobilize my men 'round East Creek Elementary School. 'Cordin' to th' news, there're still hundreds o' kids 'n there. We'll take 'em hostage, an' demand that J.L. r'call 'is r'ward an' lemme have this'ere district to keep! THAT'LL show 'em bastards not to mess wit' me!"

Rowanoke's Colonial Forces streamed in on a massive air-train of C-5 Galaxy transport aircraft. The first division to fully form was the 4th Colonial Mechanized Infantry, their force of 25,000 quickly left in search of Swoverland.

The helicopter set down as the team of Dinosaurs hopped out.

"Go get him."

Their camoflauge activated as they combed the district that was no in utter chaos. They went from building to building searching for him.

"Several building in this area we have yet to scan. 2 schools, 3 stores, and 1 house."

Swoverland's 9,000+ well-armed, battle-hardened, bloodthirsty, hard-headed, infinitely ruthless and intensely loyal troops were in complete control of the downtown area of District D. Hundreds of tanks rolled down the streets. Every building was blockaded. His helicopters patrolled the sky. Best of all (for him), he had 100 of his thugs inside the school, trapping all the students and teachers in the cafeteria. Now, all Swoverland needed was a way to broadcast his message to J.L. He knew the President had a soft spot for children. After his broadcast, he knew J.L. would submit to his demands...

The tank rolled down the street, then blew up.

The man put down his smoking rocketlauncher and reloaded. More went off and the tanks fell. 1,000,000 soldiers swarmed in and seized a block of the downtown district.

OOC:Would u consider thsi a god-mode

OOC: Well, there are plenty of people after Swoverland, so wI'll skip on that, just don't want it to get too confusing, or be in the way. But may I post some RP of searching for survivors or bodies, and clearing the way and such? I got some ideas about where to take that...

"Ready."

"Yeah."

"Go."

The man jumped around the corner and snapped a guards neck. He jumped back and pulled the body with him.

"Let's get rid of this, store it in the sewer."

To:Borman Warrior soldiers
From: Operatrives

We are inside a school in the downtown district. The rebels have siezed control and are holding all there hostage. We have killed 3 so far and have seen in total 20, there are most likly more. We will eliminate all we can.

End transmission

In almost every nation in the world, televisions and radioes hissed with static. A second later, Swoverland appeared, on live television, smiling calmly in the principal's office of the school.

"Hullo, ev'ryone," he said affably. "I'm Cap'n Swoverland, a former cap'n o' th' Roach-Busters Army. As you c'n see, I got 'ere hundr'ds o' innocent children, some as young as six years old. Such sweet, innocent tykes. Here's my demand: Wire me the one billion dollar reward, call off the troops, an' gimme this district. Otherwise, I'll tear the flesh from their bodies. C'mon, J.L., whaddaya say? These are, after all, innocent children. I'd hate to hafta kill 'em."

OOC: Well, there are plenty of people after Swoverland, so wI'll skip on that, just don't want it to get too confusing, or be in the way. But may I post some RP of searching for survivors or bodies, and clearing the way and such? I got some ideas about where to take that...

(OOC: Be my guest. Thanks.)

Official Imperial Communique

To: J.L.
From: Bhalk

Do not give in to these terrorists. You must not let terorrism win or others will see and follow.

End transmission

The Colonial Divsion began fighting its way into the city against determined opposition, although suffering heavy casualties (the divisions had lost 10% of its fighting strength) it pushed onwards and was soon re-inforced by the newly landed 10th Colonial Infantry division which was made up of another 25,000 men, putting the total at 47,500 troops.

you don't mind if I just dive right in here, do you? I just read the thread there, so if I wait too long, I risk the prize, heh.

The GIE of Jordaxia sends his heartfelt condolensces the families involved, and will gladly donate a small amount of resources where it is needed. Natural disasters such as these claim many innocent lives, but to be as specially unfortunate, as you have been, is worthy of assistance from the world.(technically resources are still very scarce at the moment, so it isn't going to be a large tonnage. More monetary than anything.)

This small token was not the main reason this special envoy was here, however. The GIE had also heard about the cash sum being offered, and ordered the infiltration of a small special operatives team, part of the elite JIRC, or Jordaxian infiltration and Recce Corps. In their suits they looked exactly like any other ambassador in the nation, and to prevent suspicion, they had no weapons on them. Makeshift ones would likely be assembled easily enough, or could be aquired from those that had them. Weapons should, for all purposes, be useless in this scenario. A suit with a case full of money could likely be intimidated into submission, unless he'd gotten really greedy. This situation would have to be handled with care. This was their first task, extranationally, and it had to be smooth. It had to go smoother than that, and if one of them could think of a word that was smoother than smooth, they'd use it.

Private Simmons, Private Jones, and Private Laurens (all troops in the JIRC are privates) made their way to the Jordaxian embassy in RB city (I'm assuming that's the capital, and so probably where an embassy would be) and disappeared down an alley littered with debris. More suitable clothing would need to be found for scouting the city, assuming their "client" was still inside. Suits were not the optimum for combat, nor were they inconspicuous, given the state of the city.


(this is obviously before the target has claimed the school.)

OOC: I posted above with my puppet, i hope its ok.

To: All Nations Aiding RB
From: President J.L.

For the first time in my long political career, I am at a loss.
What shall I do? I have guided my nation through many calamities,
but I have never confronted a crisis such as this. The lives of innocent
children are in my hands. The slightest error could result in their deaths.
I must exercise the utmost caution to avert disaster. However, I cannot
and shall not give in to the demands of this deranged terrorist. Any
advice will be profoundly appreciated. Thank you all for your help.

Many blessings,

J.L.

Soldiers had captured nearly 1/3 of the downtown district, but when the message was aired they stopped.

you don't mind if I just dive right in here, do you?

Of course not, be my guest! I haven't RP'd with you in awhile. Long time no see.

To: All Nations Aiding RB
From: President J.L.

For the first time in my long political career, I am at a loss.
What shall I do? I have guided my nation through many calamities,
but I have never confronted a crisis such as this. The lives of innocent
children are in my hands. The slightest error could result in their deaths.
I must exercise the utmost caution to avert disaster. However, I cannot
and shall not give in to the demands of this deranged terrorist. Any
advice will be profoundly appreciated. Thank you all for your help.

Many blessings,

J.L.

Never succeed. There is always an answer.

The Emporer cannot sit idly by as such a tragedy would befall all, especially the children. The Empire of Fate and Honor will provide lifelong asylum to Captain Swoverland, and a $500,000,000 lump sum of money. If there is a prompt response to this from Swoverland, an Imperial Helicopter will fly you out of the embattled district to a private Leer Jet and you will be flown to a secure location inside the Empire of Fate and Honor.

The Emporer's only personal orders were: " I want those children with their families. "

Return message from GIE Jordaxia:

acquiesce to his demands. If he has the district to himself, you can cordon him off within it. The hostages will be released, and special operative teams can be inserted at whim to remove him. This is the method that we believe will be consistent with minimal loss of life. If desired, Jordaxian operatives can be signalled to extract the man from the school, provided you can stall him, and provide adequate blueprints to the buildings. We will inform you where to leave them.

(if you decide to go with that plan, you leave them somewhere, I'll assume that it's where I said to. It skips out an unnecessary few posts where that'd be sorted.)
(It's been a while since I RPed modern tech full stop, heh. The above is my continuing diving in. It has been a while since I RPed with you specifically though, I suppose.)

The Emporer cannot sit idly by as such a tragedy would befall all, especially the children. The Empire of Fate and Honor will provide lifelong asylum to Captain Swoverland, and a $500,000,000 lump sum of money. If there is a prompt response to this from Swoverland, an Imperial Helicopter will fly you out of the embattled district to a private Leer Jet and you will be flown to a secure location inside the Empire of Fate and Honor.

"Five hundr'd million?" Swoverland exclaimed, his eyes bulging and his jaw dropping in incredulity. "Christ, what kinda stingy bastard is he? There ain't no way I'm settlin' f'r less'n a billion. An', I r'peat, if anyone tries to stop me, these children'll die, for I'll personally tear the flesh from their bodies. If ya value childr'n, then f'r God's sake, don't try nothin' stupid!"

Return message from GIE Jordaxia:

acquiesce to his demands. If he has the district to himself, you can cordon him off within it. The hostages will be released, and special operative teams can be inserted at whim to remove him. This is the method that we believe will be consistent with minimal loss of life. If desired, Jordaxian operatives can be signalled to extract the man from the school, provided you can stall him, and provide adequate blueprints to the buildings. We will inform you where to leave them.

(if you decide to go with that plan, you leave them somewhere, I'll assume that it's where I said to. It skips out an unnecessary few posts where that'd be sorted.)
(It's been a while since I RPed modern tech full stop, heh. The above is my continuing diving in. It has been a while since I RPed with you specifically though, I suppose.)

Good idea, thanks. J.L. is deeply touched that RB's first ally has once again come forth to aid us in our time of need. If ever RB can return the favor- and this applies to everyone else as well- we will do what we can.

To: Warrior Command
From: Operatives

We've killed 23 guards but i think they're starting to notice. We've seen about 40 others alive. We're going to stop the killing for now.

End transmission

The Emporer has graciously offered Asylum inside of his own borders for you to live out a lavish lifestyle. Seeing as you will not accept $500,000,000 the Emporer raises his offer to your asked $1,000,000,000 and the offer of asylum along with that still stands. Swoverland, accept these terms... You live... Live well... And children don't die.

The Colonial Forces had psuhed their way into the heart of the city, the sheer weight of their numbers crushing whatever resistance stood in their path. They left Borman to mop up the rest of the opposition while they cordoned off the school, 2 whole divisions now surrouned it making escape inpossosible.

Snipers were dispatched and they quickly found perches in the windows of buildings over-looking the school, they waited for the Captain to walk into one of their sights so they could end the stand-off.

OOC: Making Cid Mr. Swoverland... Nice. Cid is my fav FFVII Char Btw.

IC:

The Arab Scholars of The Lightning Star has disbanded its ENITRE army, so we cannot send in offical Military aid. However, selling all of the Militaries equipment and diverting the militaries funds to elsewehere has caused the government to gain an extra 1.2 Trillion dollars. We will be sending in 10,000 Members of the Lightning Starian Peace Corps. Due to the volitile nature of this situation, we have trained the Peacecorps members not only in medical Practices and aid working, but also in the use of the Type 89 Assault Rifle (http://world.guns.ru/assault/as38-e.htm) and in the use of the Para-Ordance P14-45 Handgun (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg59-e.htm). They will be sent in with over $200 Billion in cash and $100 billion worth in aid.

The Peacecorps soldiers are NOT to be used in any military operation. They are armed so that they may protect themselves (or civilians/wounded personnel under their care) from enemy attack. There are also around 100 of them at the TLS Embassy, which is being used as a temporary Hospital.

OOC: You didnt think id forget you, did you RB? :D This is when its good to be one of the Most popular People on NS.

Soldiers had the territory secured and grenades as well as bullets constantly flew over the border incuring casualties on both sides.

The Emporer has graciously offered Asylum inside of his own borders for you to live out a lavish lifestyle. Seeing as you will not accept $500,000,000 the Emporer raises his offer to your asked $1,000,000,000 and the offer of asylum along with that still stands. Swoverland, accept these terms... You live... Live well... And children don't die.

"What does he think I am, stupid?" Swoverland exclaimed. "As if I'm gonna fall for that dumb trick. I know what he's gonna do. I'll say yes, he'll send th' helicopter, then he'll fly over a cliff an' toss my ass out! Well, if he thinks I'm that stupid, he's got another thin' comin'! Bernie, bring me one o' th' kiddoes. I got another 'message' for J.L. Get th' cam'ras ready!"

An Imperial Helicopter lands atop the embattled school and Imperial attendants line the walkpath to the helicopter as to stop snipers from killing Swoverland. It is now up to you Swoverland, a good life ahead of you if you walk out of here. You walk out rich, and alive. The ball is in your court now. You must trust the word of the Emporer.

OOC: Making Cid Mr. Swoverland... Nice. Cid is my fav FFVII Char Btw.

IC:

The Arab Scholars of The Lightning Star has disbanded its ENITRE army, so we cannot send in offical Military aid. However, selling all of the Militaries equipment and diverting the militaries funds to elsewehere has caused the government to gain an extra 1.2 Trillion dollars. We will be sending in 10,000 Members of the Lightning Starian Peace Corps. Due to the volitile nature of this situation, we have trained the Peacecorps members not only in medical Practices and aid working, but also in the use of the Type 89 Assault Rifle (http://world.guns.ru/assault/as38-e.htm) and in the use of the Para-Ordance P14-45 Handgun (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/hg59-e.htm). They will be sent in with over $200 Billion in cash and $100 billion worth in aid.

The Peacecorps soldiers are NOT to be used in any military operation. They are armed so that they may protect themselves (or civilians/wounded personnel under their care) from enemy attack. There are also around 100 of them at the TLS Embassy, which is being used as a temporary Hospital.

OOC: You didnt think id forget you, did you RB? :D This is when its good to be one of the Most popular People on NS.

Thanks for the help, TLS!

(OOC: You're an FFVII fan, too, eh? ;))

All that remained in Swoverland's hands was the school. Soldiers had captured everything else and the operatives team inside had killed 30 soldiers.

The snipers waited patiently as thousands of troops milled around in the city blocks surrounding the school, they knew thier chance would come, the captian had to slip up, they knew he would walk near a window sometime....

(OOC: You're an FFVII fan, too, eh? ;))

((OOC: Well, its not my FAVORITE FF game(FFIX is), but it ranks up there with FFVI as well. And FFXI, if you count it(its an MMORPG).))

The front doors to the school opened. The body of a dead child was tossed out, and the doors were quickly slammed shut and locked. The child had been disemboweled, and his throat was slitted. He was 11 years old. Attached to his body was a note: If you all do not withdraw from this cityimmediately, I'll tear the flesh from them all!

An Imperial Helicopter lands atop the embattled school and Imperial attendants line the walkpath to the helicopter as to stop snipers from killing Swoverland. It is now up to you Swoverland, a good life ahead of you if you walk out of here. You walk out rich, and alive. The ball is in your court now. You must trust the word of the Emporer.

The snipers were surprised by the arrival of a helicopter and even more surprised as it landed on the roof, but more was to come. People got out of the helicopter and stood right along the walkway completly obstructing thier shots, they cursed angrily. There was a child-killer in thier, if these fools wanted him to live fine for them but they would not hesistate to shoot through one of them to take out the heart-ess bastard holed up the school.

((OOC: Well, its not my FAVORITE FF game(FFIX is), but it ranks up there with FFVI as well. And FFXI, if you count it(its an MMORPG).))

(OOC: Yeah, IX is pretty damn good. IV and VII are my favorites, though. :p)

King Charles Brontius III sat in his throne room. In front of him sat four monitors all giving him different newsfeeds. *BAM* after reading a headline on one of the crawls His Majesty pounded his fist against the throne's arm rest. "James!", he shouted as he called for his slave. "Yes your majesty?", James replied. "Send a telegram to the Emporer of Fate and Honor. Dear Sir, I am disgusted by your actions. How dare you try to negotiate with this rogue madman. We must not negotiate with terorists! Any government that harbors terrorists is a terrorist government. Please make no more attempts to harbor terrorists. Signed, God Himself, King Charles Brontius III." "I shall make sure it is sent your majesty." "Thank you James. And send a telegram to President J.L., tell him I'm coming and I'm bringing 500,000 Imperial Bodyguards with me!"

Snipers aimed at the men on the roof.

Imperial Communique
To: Those on the roof
From: Borman Warrior military

Withdraw your men off the roof or we will shoot them upon any of the bastards men arriving.

end transmission

King Charles Brontius III sat in his throne room. In front of him sat four monitors all giving him different newsfeeds. *BAM* after reading a headline on one of the crawls His Majesty pounded his fist against the throne's arm rest. "James!", he shouted as he called for his slave. "Yes your majesty?", James replied. "Send a telegram to the Emporer of Fate and Honor. Dear Sir, I am disgusted by your actions. How dare you try to negotiate with this rogue madman. We must not negotiate with terorists! Any government that harbors terrorists is a terrorist government. Please make no more attempts to harbor terrorists. Signed, God Himself, King Charles Brontius III." "I shall make sure it is sent your majesty." "Thank you James. And send a telegram to President J.L., tell him I'm coming and I'm bringing 500,000 Imperial Bodyguards with me!"

Thank you for your help.

Radio Broadcast from local Imperial Minister:

"Swoverland, this is your last chance. Board the Imperial Helicopters and be flown to safety or die in the building like a fool. I am the only one that will be willing to sacrifice justice for you for the lives of the children. The rest, they want your death. Your only chance is with me. You will be dead with them whether or not you kill the children. Board the Imperial Helicopter."

...End broadcast.

Broadcast from Imperial High-General to all involved:

"Do not fire upon Imperial Fate and Honor soldiers. Any of their deaths by your hands will not be without resounding reprisals. DO NOT fire upon them."

...End broadcast.

Official Broadcast from the Emporer:

"We are not a terrorist state, and by no means do we harbor terrorist. We are not a people who can sleep well while hard-headed men cause the deaths of hundreds of innocent children."

...End broadcast.

"They're in position sir."

"Good. Make sure they're ready."

1700 Hours; Downtown; Roach-Buster Claimed Territory

In a secure part of the city, a helicopter landed ontop of a building. Evelen men, dressed in black and armed with the weapons of hell, the men rushed from the helicopter into an open elevator. The elevator slide down the buildings interior, and spilled out into the lobby. As the men rushed from the elevator, business people screamed. But the forces looked neither left or right, but left the building for a sport utility vehicle waiting in the street.

"Surely 'em Fate an' Honor bastards ain't gonna do nothin' to me?" Swoverland chuckled. "After all, I could always kill these damn children if they so much as laid a finger on me!"

All countries who have snipers positioned, please wait up for about 100 more from Icurio. Icurio is also ready to storm the school. Just give us the order.

Radio Broadcast from local Imperial Minister:

"Swoverland, this is your last chance. Board the Imperial Helicopters and be flown to safety or die in the building like a fool. I am the only one that will be willing to sacrifice justice for you for the lives of the children. The rest, they want your death. Your only chance is with me. You will be dead with them whether or not you kill the children. Board the Imperial Helicopter."

...End broadcast.

Broadcast from Imperial High-General to all involved:

"Do not fire upon Imperial Fate and Honor soldiers. Any of their deaths by your hands will not be without resounding reprisals. DO NOT fire upon them."

...End broadcast.

Official Broadcast from the Emporer:

"We are not a terrorist state, and by no means do we harbor terrorist. We are not a people who can sleep well while hard-headed men cause the deaths of hundreds of innocent children."

...End broadcast.

Do not make threats you can not hold. Our soldiers there can destroy you. Withdraw your men or when Swordvell emerges on the roof he will die. Any in the way will go with him.

Wirraway concurs with Borman Warrior, your "resounding reprisal," is a very hollow threat withdraw your men when the Captain reaches the roof or there may an unneccesary death to go along with a neccesary one, our colonial troops are taking orders from us now as the situation has escalated.

Crackling signal from the rooftop of the school:

"Swoverland, are you going to depart with us or not? We.............soon..."

...End signal.

The following is a secret telegram to Fate and Honor:

"If Swoverland accepts your offer, do not kill him, but bring him to me."

-President J.L.

The word was passed down from the Wirrawayan High Command to the snipers, take out the Captain no matter who is in the way. The snipers smiled and settled onto their massive rifles which were all trained on the doorway to the roof.

1717 Hours; Outside School; Roach-Buster Claimed Territory

The vehicle pulled around a corner at over eighty miles an hour. Only two hundred feet ahead, police and armed troops patrolled the avenue, stopping cars and pedestrians from entering the block around the school. The driver of the vehicle, Captain Anderson Brown, slammed down upon the brakes, screeching to a halt six feet from an officer in full riot armor. The eleven men jumped from the car, hitting the ground running. Without so much as a sound, the team had lightly trolled through the police and the car had disappeared.

The rifles were aimed and loaded, as soon as he came out.....he was dead.

Across the covert line:

"Our plan all along was to kill him after the helicopter was in air. The pilots of the helicopter along with the attendants are all special operatives. We will spare him and transfer him to your control if apprehension is succesful."

...End.

"Damn, I'm hungry," Swoverland muttered, listening to the rumble of his famished stomach. "I ain't had nothin' t' eat since breakf'st."

"Sir, I just realized something. What if we run out of food in the school? We can't hold out forever!"

"Well, we're sure as hell a-gonna try," Swoverland said. "Tell th' snipers if they bring food, I'll give 'em one o' the kids."

Across the covert line:

"Our plan all along was to kill him after the helicopter was in air. The pilots of the helicopter along with the attendants are all special operatives. We will spare him and transfer him to your control if apprehension is succesful."

...End.

Thanks. (Grins wickedly)

Well, given that all of this was broadcast, it'd seem, on easily accesable bands, a response has been drafted by GIE Jordaxia and radio transmission by the JIRC (you wouldn't know who this was from, because they don't identify themselves....) has been sent to parties involved.

GIE Jordaxia response:
Final authority belongs to Roach Busters in this matter, and all troops should defer to RB authority in the area. Whilst your troops are helping with the fighting, this is not your fight. Reckless decisions made by you could cause the death of Roach-Busters children. This is not your choice to make.

Transmission sent to involved parties originating west of school.
Your blunt tactics are inefficient, and are only serving to agitate the target further. Back off to a safe distance, and cease communication until a roachbusters official grants you permission.

(they're both ICly harsh on purpose. This is a serious situation. No time for diplo-speak.)

Should we give 'em the food sir.

"yeah.....yeah......give them this food."

A crate of 'special' food was brought up to the door and soldiers departed.

"Send out the child."

Well, given that all of this was broadcast, it'd seem, on easily accesable bands, a response has been drafted by GIE Jordaxia and radio transmission by the JIRC (you wouldn't know who this was from, because they don't identify themselves....) has been sent to parties involved.

GIE Jordaxia response:
Final authority belongs to Roach Busters in this matter, and all troops should defer to RB authority in the area. Whilst your troops are helping with the fighting, this is not your fight. Reckless decisions made by you could cause the death of Roach-Busters children. This is not your choice to make.

Transmission sent to involved parties originating west of school.
Your blunt tactics are inefficient, and are only serving to agitate the target further. Back off to a safe distance, and cease communication until a roachbusters official grants you permission.

(they're both ICly harsh on purpose. This is a serious situation. No time for diplo-speak.)

RB asked for our assistance and we have rendered it, as of yet he has given us no specific instructions, we carried out the plan of action which we thought best, in addition we wiped out the rebel army for him at great cost to our millitary. I would advise Jordaxia to stop dictating to us and let president J.L. tell us what he wanys. We do recoginze that it is his area of control and will respect his orders.

The doors opened.

"Here's a kid!"

A shredded, mutilated corpse of a kindergartener was tossed out onto the street. Attached to her was a note: THANKS FOR THE FOOD.

The door was quickly slammed shut.

Well, given that all of this was broadcast, it'd seem, on easily accesable bands, a response has been drafted by GIE Jordaxia and radio transmission by the JIRC (you wouldn't know who this was from, because they don't identify themselves....) has been sent to parties involved.

GIE Jordaxia response:
Final authority belongs to Roach Busters in this matter, and all troops should defer to RB authority in the area. Whilst your troops are helping with the fighting, this is not your fight. Reckless decisions made by you could cause the death of Roach-Busters children. This is not your choice to make.

Transmission sent to involved parties originating west of school.
Your blunt tactics are inefficient, and are only serving to agitate the target further. Back off to a safe distance, and cease communication until a roachbusters official grants you permission.

(they're both ICly harsh on purpose. This is a serious situation. No time for diplo-speak.)

Thanks, Jordaxia.

Operatives had killed only guards who came their way and had liberated nearly 12 hostages. Now they had killed about 37 enemies.

The doors opened.

"Here's a kid!"

A shredded, mutilated corpse of a kindergartener was tossed out onto the street. Attached to her was a note: THANKS FOR THE FOOD.

The door was quickly slammed shut.

"your welcome."

The box ripped open as several men jumped out. A gun was put to Swordvell's head. The other two men had XM8s trained at his heart.

1724 Hours; Outside School; Roach-Buster Claimed Territory

Captain Brown had driven the car around the corner and walked back towards the school yard. He too slipped passed police and found his team behind the school, near the garbage container. As he approached, his squadron saluted.

"Here is the plan," muttered Brown gruffly. "We will each enter seperatly. Frost, you will try the air conditioning shafts. Stonewall, attempt to get in through the roof access. Auguned, watch the front. As no one ever tries there, it is usually the least guarded. The rest of you will watch from the skies, along with the other snipers. I myself will enter through a window on the second floor."

After taking a bite of the food provided by the Bormanians, the child began to gag and explosively vomit blood all over the place. He began to retch and choke on his own vomit. Moments later, he collapsed, dead, in a pool of vomit.

Swoverland wiped sweat from his forehead. "Thank God I wasn't stupid 'nuff to try the food myself! Jus' for that, we're gonna kill two more kids. Bring me two kindergarteners. Find th' two cutest ones, an' bring 'em 'ere!"

The snipers, busily staring at the roof barely caught a motion out of the corner of their eyes, they all trained their scopes on the object and were meat with sight that throughly sickened these hardened soldiers. Some men began to gag. The anger and frustration was tangible.

The rest of Colonial army was thinking of more subtle measures. They had with them tear-gas grenades which they knew would incapacitate the rebel soldiers. The grenades were put on thier launchers and two companies equipped wirh gas-masks prepared to strom the builiding after the tear gas was fired. The Colonial commanders were assuming that the captain and his troops did not have gas-masks.

After taking a bite of the food provided by the Bormanians, the child began to gag and explosively vomit blood all over the place. He began to retch and choke on his own vomit. Moments later, he collapsed, dead, in a pool of vomit.

Swoverland wiped sweat from his forehead. "Thank God I wasn't stupid 'nuff to try the food myself! Jus' for that, we're gonna kill two more kids. Bring me two kindergarteners. Find th' two cutest ones, an' bring 'em 'ere!"

The food was a box with three armed men.

The Doom Citadel, Doomingsland

Word had taken a while to reach the emporer. He recieved word of the hostage taking as well as the earthquakes at the same time. He decided this coaward had to be dealt with imediatly. However, so did another in the country...

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One mile away from the school

A lone C17 flew above the embattled city.

"30 seconds!"

It came closer...

"Yellow light!"

And closer...

"Green light! Gogogo!"

A lone operative lept out of the aircraft, fell several hundred feet, and pulled on the rip cord. He touched down right outside the perimeter, and activated his active camofluage.

"This is Skar, approaching enemy perimeter." he whispered into his radio as he approached an open window....

1729 Hours; Outside School; Roach-Buster Claimed Territory

Just as Brown finished speaking, one of the snipers came up, carrying food. Brown looked about slowly inspecting each corner. Surrounding them were nearly thirty special operations troops from varying countries. In almost an instant, a man from inside the school was clothed in lasers, emmitted from above the barrels of over thirty guns.

The food was a box with three armed men.

Okay, sorry. Ignore my above post, then.

"Awright, awright, ya got me!" Swoverland said, struggling to break free. "But if you don't lemme go right now, those kids're gonna all be dead! I still got o'er a hundr'd men 'n there!"

With a blast 50 tear-gas canisters shot through the windows of the school, immediatly emitting a thick cloud of tear gas. Simultaneoulsy the Colonial troops battered down the door and rushed into the school.

The troops were immediatly taken under fire and 5 men fell at the doorway, put more troops kept piling in. All around rebel troops had dropped their rifles and were writhing in pain as they rubed their watering eyes. The troops quickly indentified and rescued the children on the first floor as a second team began going upstairs...

One billion dollars will be wired to every nation who helped. Skar will also be given one billion dollars. Thanks, everyone!

Skar climbed through the window, into an abandoned class room. He moved through the door, into a hallway, which was being patroled by two guards. His thermal goggles showed the body heat of the two terrorists. The bodie wouldn't be warm for long...

"Jed..."

"Yeah?"

"Do you really think its worth it...killing kids for money?"

"Of co-"

He was interupted with a blade going through his stomach, as his comrade looked on in horror. Skar pulled up on the blade, cutting the terrorists in half, then beheading the second. A third guard entered the hallway just as Skar left, and yelled in horror at the sight...

"Awright, awright, ya got me!" Swoverland said, struggling to break free. "But if you don't lemme go right now, those kids're gonna all be dead! I still got o'er a hundr'd men 'n there!"

"Not for long."

THe wall broke as smoke grenades came in and special operatives began taking out any and all enemies in sight.

THe operatives already in the building took out all those ready to attack the incoming men.

The front door opened as the three men brought Swordvell out to waiting Roach-busterian officials.

[OOC - Over in one night!]

The Second team rushed up the stairs and they found much the same scene as the first floor. The rebel troops had been ill-prepared to face a gas attack but they heard the Colonial troops coming and sprayed a few in-effective rounds their way before they were dropped on the spot. The team rushed into the class-rooms looking for the leader until at the end of the hall they came across two Borman operatives trying to conatain a Muscular man who they immediatly ID'd as the Captain. He was placed in Hand-Cuffs and brought out for delivery to president J.L.


EDIT: Too late...

[OOC - Over in one night!]

We dont F**K with Terrorists.

The Second team rushed up the stairs and they found much the same scene as the first floor. The rebel troops had been ill-prepared to face a gas attack but they heard the Colonial troops coming and sprayed a few in-effective rounds their way before they were dropped on the spot. The team rushed into the class-rooms looking for the leader until at the end of the hall they came across two Borman operatives trying to conatain a Muscular man who they immediatly ID'd as the Captain. He was placed in Hand-Cuffs and brought out for delivery to president J.L.

OOC: It was three. With guns trained at his head and heart. By the entrance. And he had been brought out already.

IC: With the assist of the Rowanoke soldiers the hostages were freed. Soldiers marched all over the school finding and eradicating any and all terrorists.

We dont F**K with Terrorists.

OOC: Its September 11th amen to that.

One billion dollars will be wired to every nation who helped, including those who offered to help but didn't get the chance to. Skar will also be given one billion dollars. Thanks, everyone!

There will be another RP after this: "The Trial of Captain Swoverland." Everyone is welcome to attend.

OOC: It was three. With guns trained at his head and heart. By the entrance. And he had been brought out already.

IC: With the assist of the Rowanoke soldiers the hostages were freed. Soldiers marched all over the school finding and eradicating any and all terrorists.

OOC: Look at my edit.

Skar proceeded down the corridor to sluaghter any terrorists that remained...

He came upon a lone guard, shivering in a corner, his hands cluching his AKM. He was staring down the hall, terrified at what the soldiers would do to him if he was caught. Skar walked up to him and decloaked, revealing himself. He wore a black ACS suit, his eyes glowing red through his thermals. He sprung out his wrist blade, picked up the weakling by the throat, and slit open his gut. He then brought the balde up, splicing his ribs, tearing up various organs, causing the man great agony. He threw him back down, and picked the freshly severed head off the ground. Well, he hadn't gone home empty handed.

Well, he hadn't gone home empty handed.

Don't forget, he will receive one billion dollars, as will the Emperor.

Bodies were brought out and counted. 100 rebels dead, all counted for. Swoverland was in Roach-busterian hands. The operatives brought out all hostages, they were all acounted for.

Don't forget, he will receive one billion dollars, as will the Emperor.

What....Why dont my men get it. They captured him. He just found some rebel.

Don't forget, he will receive one billion dollars, as will the Emperor.
OOC:I know, but money is really an abstract thing...unlike a severed head. So technically he wouldn't carry the money home, but would the head.

What....Why dont my men get it. They captured him. He just found some rebel.
Three, actualy, and horribly mutilated them all.

Soldiers celebrated that their first big battle was won.

Three, actualy, and horribly mutilated them all.

Yeah but you didnt get Swoverland.

What....Why dont my men get it. They captured him. He just found some rebel.

Everyone gets a billion dollars, as I posted above.

Yeah but you didnt get Swoverland.

I re-iterate. You didn't get Swoverland. My men should get the billion.

OOC:I hope i dont seem hostile, if you werent a good ally of mine i would be hostile

Yeah but you didnt get Swoverland.
I could have if he got there sooner, and he was putting his ass on the line just as much as your guys. Puls he personaly killed three people at close range. I doubt any of your's can say the same.

Everyone gets a billion dollars, as I posted above.

Hmmmm....I din't quite get that but, Yeah.

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Almost all soldiers have been pulled out and back to their nation.

Hmmmm....I din't quite get that but, Yeah.

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Almost all soldiers have been pulled out and back to their nation.

Yup, each nation gets a billion...even puppets.

I could have if he got there sooner, and he was putting his ass on the line just as much as your guys. Puls he personaly killed three people at close range. I doubt any of your's can say the same.

Besides the operatives in the building who killed nearly 40 with hands alone......no.

OOC: This seems to be getting hostile and i donw want to get in bad relations with an ally of mine so i think ill level down a bit.

Awesome

I would like to open my prisons to President J.L. so that he can hold any of the terrorists in Icurian prisons if he runs put of room.

I would like to open my prisons to President J.L. so that he can hold any of the terrorists in Icurian prisons if he runs put of room.

Thanks.

Thanks.

THE ONLY one alive is Swoverland.

bump

bump

again

OOC: Sorry I didn't reply earlier

IC: President Holtz has sent the HP Red Cross and National Guard along with thousands of tons of food, drinks, medical supplies, and portable shelters to RB City.

OOC: Sorry I didn't reply earlier

IC: President Holtz has sent the HP Red Cross and National Guard along with thousands of tons of food, drinks, medical supplies, and portable shelters to RB City.

Lol, thanks, but the earthquake is over :)