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OoC: This is an intro to a story I'm working on so please be patient! Feel free to join since it is going to take a twist soon.

IC:

Dumpsterdam, Malas Province, Port Malas.

Elizabeth smiled to the little child, so young so innocent and totally unaware of the future it had ahead of itself. Just a few paces away stood the proud parents to the child holding each other and looking at their firstborn. "Isn't he beautiful." Tera lovingly sighed and her husband; John nodded in agreement. "It is time the conflict between Duniash and Malas ends, the dispute drags us all into more war while peace can take that all away, my son will make sure of that." Elizabeth nodded to John and Tera who nodded back, she took the child into her arms and walked out onto the stage where a few people where waiting in front of an enormous crowd.

Elizabeth was infact a member of the DSS, an elite unit brought into live to protect the Emperor but now she escorted this small child who would bring so much joy and hope. On the podium second councillor Alfarius Damocales waited patiently, a representative of the council had just finished his speech which was met with a few cheers from the crowd. Elizabeth approached Alfarius with the child and put the child in his massive hands, the blue adamantine gloves carefully holding it as he stepped up to the microphone.

A multitude of reporters turned to the stage as the loudspeakers broadcasted the news that the main part of the assembly was going to start.
Alfarius didn't flinch at the 10.000 people that watched him in anticipation, he held the child up to his breastplate with only its tiny face showing through the blue blanket.
"People of Malas, you all know the war and destruction that passed through this province for the last fifty years. Emperor Rift has decided that it will end here with a declaration, not one of war but one of peace." From the crowd a mumbling arose, could it be possible for the Empire to finally sign a peace treaty with the rebels?
Alfarius continued quickly. "The Emperor has declared that this child, named Darius Septum, is a child of peace for the Malas Province and that his life may stand for the peace the Emperor is calling the rebels too. All Dumpsterdanian Armed Forces will begin a retreat from Malas Province as a sign of good will to the rebels." Alfarius held the child up in the air as a cheer arose from the crowd, peace was coming after 50 years and it called for celebrations!

As the crowd was dispersing and Marcus had received many a kiss and a hug from the women in Port Malas Elizabeth lead all three of them to an armoured car. "It won't take too long to the strongpoint, just enjoy the ride." She slammed the door shut as the other door opened and Aras Ulas got it, head of the DSS and son to the grand admiral Ulas. "All is secure Elizabeth, the escort is ready, lets go." Aras said as he rested his weapon between his feet, Elizabeth gunned the engine and prayed there would be no problems

Port Malas, Victory square near the DAF strongpoint.

Aras kept his eyes pealed for anything strange as Elizabeth drove behind the escorting APC across Victory square. "This doesn't bode all too well." Aras sighed as he peaked out of black tinted window for a second. "Way to open and no cover..." No sooner had he got the words out of his mouth as RPG struck the lead APC, blowing a huge hole in its side but not detonating as the troopers inside poured out. Aras grabbed his weapon and told Elizabeth to drive past the immobilized APC when two trucks loaded with men blocked the lane leading to the DAF strongpoint. "Emperor's teeth, get all the men out and protect the charge!" He opened his door to see a RPG strike the rear APC, the troops inside having already exited as the armoured carrier was flipped on its side with black smoking pouring from its hatches.

Aras grabbed John by the arm and dragged him out of car to a nearby alcove as Elizabeth had done with Tera who held the child to her chest. "We are going to die aren't we?" John asked Aras, who smiled menacingly. "Not exactly John." He switched to the tactical communication channel. "This is babysitter one to parents two, do you copy?" A young officer got on the side. "This is parents two, we copy babysitter one." Aras smiled, the comms where still working. "Parents two this is babysitter one, we are under attack in Dalas Lane request immediate assistance." "Babysitter one this is parents two, roger that support is underway." Aras cut the comms and ducked for an incoming round, "Elizabeth, keep them safe till the reinforcements come!" He yelled as he tumbled across the street to the troopers taking cover behind one of the ruined APC's.

"Sergeant, reinforcements are underway so we must keep the enemy at bay, lay down suppression fire and do not withdraw from this position do you understand?" Aras looked at the young trooper holding the squads machine gun, To young for war.. He thought to himself as the sergeant gave orders to start firing at the trucks ahead.

All around the Dumpsterdanian forces rebels surged from houses, rooftops and sewers as they tried to overcome the highly trained soldiers with usually nothing more then knives and pistols. Suicide bombers, packed with c4 charged at the machine gun nests and alcoves held by the DAF soldiers, most never reaching there intended target but those that did caused utter devastation, blowing whole squads apart as the detonated.
Aras was blazing away with his modified m16, he saw bodies leap and shadows drop as his rounds found meat to explode in. But yet it was not enough as four battered squads where all that remained of the escort force, thirty men against an uncountable number of rebels.

As Aras called the squad leaders together for a quick tactical meeting he noticed something, or rather someone stalking in the shadows below a shop window. It moved slowly and was too small to be a man, Aras wondered for a second but as soon as he remembered his briefing on the rebels he cried out to the position nearest to the intruder; the alcove holding the child of peace.
He swung his weapon to bear on the rebel but the young rebel, just a child was already ahead of him and rushed towards the alcove. In his hand a detonator and a bible as Aras shot him before he fully entered the alcove, the explosion was shattering none the less. Pieces of wall where scattered everywhere and everybody in around it had been knocked back or killed, Aras picked himself up from the ground as he looked around in a daze....The...the child...the child of peace... He fell to his hands and knees as he saw the destruction, he had failed.

OoC: Right, I'll continue tomorrow going to bed now folks, thanks for reading!

DNS world wide broadcast

An Imperial eagle on a blue background, for 30 seconds the image held up and was then replaced with a newsreader from the DNS.
Hello, I'm Miranda Marcs and today we have news that is going to change the isles of Dumpsterdam once more. A press conference was called at the steps of the Imperial palace today, clearly in connection with the attacks yesterday on DAF troops in Malas Province and the escort forces for the child of peace for that Province. Before we go live to the press conference we have a reporter on scene with the attack on the escort forces. Erik, what is the current situation?

The image splits in half, showing Miranda on the left and Erik on the right with behind him a scene of utter devastation.
It has been a terrible battle here between ad-hoc armed rebels and the highly trained 1st company of the 1st Royal Guard Division. Over 690 rebel casualties have been reported and over 81 on the DAF, that is more then in any conflict we have seen here in over fifty years Miranda!"

So Erik, any word on the child yet? The entire nation is holding its breath on this situation as this is the make or break moment for the peace that the Emperor wants.

Not yet, we have yet to find an official willing to give a statement on it and...

At that point Miranda puts her hand to her ear and interrupts Erik.
I'm sorry Erik, but it seems that the press conference is starting; we'll get back to you soon.
The camera switches to an image of the Imperial palace, armed marines are seen on the steps of the palace as second councillor Alfarius Damocales is seen exiting the front door. He approaches the stage and the crowd that has gathered in silence in front of the palace on Repentia Square.
People of Duniash, people of Dumpsterdam, people of the world. This concerns us all, young and old, Christian, Muslim, black or white. For yesterday I was the one to proclaim a child of peace for the Malas Province, which I did with great honour. But yesterday the rebels already violated the peace, calling it a "hoax" and more lies from the Emperor to finally bring the province into his grasp. Therefore they denounced the child of peace as a false prophet and an attack was carried out on the escorting forces of the child. I am pleased to report that his parents and their two bodyguards are fine, the walls catching most of the explosion for them.
Alfarius paused for a second and looked to the floor, he could not show any emotion, he was a marine.

The child was not so lucky, just barely being caught in the way of an exploding wall he was severely burned and has spent the night fighting for his live. At 9.00 in the morning, Darius Septum succumbed to his wounds of over 90% third degree burns. The nation grieves for his loss and we have not yet received word from the Emperor on how to proceed on this delicate matter. The Emperor is scheduled for a broadcast this evening which will hopefully clear any questions that you have.

Alfarius bowed slightly and then paced back up the palace stairs, slamming the massive plasteel doors behind him.
He was furious. Get me my divisions! It is time to teach the rebels a lesson!

Chimera Orbital Station

Jaque and Liz aproached the airlock where the resupply shuttle had docked, both having slung their weapons over their shoulders and rubbing their hands to keep the cold out. Damn this cold, I'll be glad when where back in the main crew compartiment! Jaque commented as they walked through the corridor and finaly reached the airlock. Liz turned to Jaque, Remeber what the sergeant told us, the rebels are inside we are only the decoys. Jaque nodded and punched in the lock code. As they stepped inside a supply crate fell down on their heads, knocking both of them out as the rebels picked up their weapons and rushed down the corridor.

Jonathan checked the weapon's ammo and safety before handing it over to one of his luitenants. Thats a start John, now to the controll room, we must seize controll of the missles. His luitenant exited the shuttle after the rest of his men but as soon as the rebels had cleared the shuttle the airlock closed and locked itself. A red light started flashing, indicating the artificial gravity was deactivated as his men flowed hopelesly through the corridor.
John, get over to the door and see if you can release it. They must have know where coming! Jonathan cried out as John floated over the door and reported it was locked, as John looked again he noticed someone was entering the lock code. Jonathan, their opening the door get ready! The two armed rebels took up position next to the door as they where kept in place by the rest of the rebels.

On the other side of the door, sergeant Lysander spoke to his marines. Brothers, the rebels on the other side of the door are expendable. But this man. He transfered a image to each of his marine's HUD. Is the leader of the "Tigers Of Malas" wich must be captured at all cost. His marines nodded in agreement as they actived their magnetic boots to ensure stable firing positions for themselfs.

The door opened to the inside, pinning one of the armed rebels to the wall and the push of air blowing the rest out of position. Sergeant Lysander himself stepped inside, the magnetic boots clamping his massive form to the floor as he readied his heavy bolter on the helplessly floating rebels. A faint sound went over the TAC COM; For the Emperor... as Lysander released a hail of explosive rounds into the corridor, picking off each rebel with a burst of fire. The last two rebels where Jonathan and John, Lysander shifted his weapon to bear upon John who in turn aimed the weapon he had taken from the trooper. As both opened fire upon each other John's weapon jammed and exploded in his face, clearly the weapon had been boobytrapped he thought as the rounds struck in his chest ripping him apart.
Lysander surveyed the carnage and walked over to Jonathan, who francticly tried to open the airlock to the shuttle they had stowed away on.
Jonathan Rillis, fighting the Emperor's justice is pointless right now. On order of the Emperor you are now under arrest and all your rights have been revoked. Lysander grabbed Jonathan's ancle in his massive glove and dragged him back to his squad. Handcuff him and put him in a droppod, you know the coordinates. Jonathan was handed over to two helmeted marines who carried him away into the spacestation.

Lysander walked back into the corridor, weaving past the pieces of meat and the bodies of rebels. Jaque, Liz are you alright? He questioned over the communication system, a few seconds later a dazed Liz apeared on the other side of the airlock window. Yeah, where alright sarge. She rubbed her head. They dropped a fucking box on us...I think Jaque is awake now. Lysander opened the airlock and pulled both Jaque and Liz out of the shuttle into his hands. You did well, both of you. I think you two can get some deserverd rest now. He left the corridor and its floating bodies behind and ordered it to be cleared later before the shuttle was emptied of suplies.

You sent me a telegram saying that this thread should be something to do with me, what???
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OOC:

Official Sharina seal of ~TAG~ approval.

I'd like to know what role I could play in this RP. Perhaps send aid? Or something else? I'd like to try RP'ing relations and / or interaction between both our nations / peoples.

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OOC:

Official Sharina seal of ~TAG~ approval.

I'd like to know what role I could play in this RP. Perhaps send aid? Or something else? I'd like to try RP'ing relations and / or interaction between both our nations / peoples.

OoC: After this the rebels will get a serious pounding from Imperial forces and any aid in troops, materials or even diplomats will make for a nice RP.

I'll write the next piece shortly, signaling the open start.

OoC: After this the rebels will get a serious pounding from Imperial forces and any aid in troops, materials or even diplomats will make for a nice RP.

I'll write the next piece shortly, signaling the open start.

OOC:

I could supply railroad material, construction aid, and some money.

OoC: No diplomats? Shame.

IC:

DNS Broadcast

The news kicks off with the Imperial eagle showing but is soon replaced with the all familiar newsreader Miranda Marcs.
Hello I'm Miranda Marcs and this is DNS bringing you the latest updates on world news. First off, yesterday known rebel leader Jonathan Riddil has been captured by group of local TDF militia near Port Malas in Malas Province. The man was found wandering the fields outside the city, handcuffs had been put on him and he was proclaiming to have seen; Angels of death on swift wings of annihilation in the sky. It is very clear people that the rebel leader has completely lost his mind but nobody doubted that before or after his capture.

Miranda puts away a piece of paper and goes on with another one.
On the same subject, tomorrow at noon Darius Septum will be buried at Victory square in Port Malas. Second councillor Damocales and also governor of the Malas Province has given up his own burial tomb for the burial of the child. He told reporters that he had no intentions of dying anytime soon and a new tomb would be built within the next few months.
A picture of a white marble tomb can be seen in the middle of Victory Square as Miranda quickly switches papers again.

A statement from the Emperor last night shocked the world and many citizens of Malas Province. He was quoted on saying: "I am giving the rebels a ultimatum; anyone who takes up arms against the Empire will be given no mercy and you have two weeks to fully surrender. After that my forces will move in and annihilate anyone who stands in their way, man, women or child. There will be no exceptions." That means the rebels better be on the lookout for those all too deadly royal marines people! She chuckeled slightly.

And in other news, a DRN destroyer rammed its mooring pier in Tallarn Naval Station yesterday, jamming a lone fisherman against a nearby warehouse. Emergency workers are still trying to remove the bow of the Destroyer from the man's crouch without causing any permanent damage.
A camera shows the destroyer having rammed into the pier and jamming an old man in a yellow raincoat to a warehouse.

This was DNS, we wish you a good day.