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The three black Yamato class battle ships (http://www.combinedfleet.com/yamato_c.htm) carfully slid into the harbor of the small man made island. Along with them four troop transports also came in to the large heavily protected port. All seven ships flew the same flag (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/wardoggames/slavers_point.jpg). Heavily armed men proded the ocupents of the transports into large holding pens.

"Ok yall here is the good news you get to live, the bad news is that it will be under someone elses rule" snarled a large man in a black uniform. "Do what you are told and you will not be killed"
*sounds of a loud speaker "Hear ye hear ye the first open auction of indentured servants will start in five minutes please cheack in with the welcoming office."

please bear with me this is my first try at a rp, the island is not part of slavers point it is out side her waters.

bump first real rp sorry if not that good

Along around the pens, men in the uniforms of many lands and women in expensive suits gazed at the huddled masses.
A tall black woman pointed at three large men" Those three will be sold first she told the auctioner.

"Yes Lady Reddeth, if that is your wish we should get much gold for them also those five young women."

" I agree" rumbled a large armed yet short man," They shall bring us much much money. I have just got backed from cheacking our mens weapons and positions anyone will have a hard time getting on this island with out being killed"

The group of soliders went running after a small boy who escaped from one of the pens.

"Please!!!" The boy vried" Leave me alone!!!"

Sudenly with a snap the boy twisted and broke his leg in a gully, the soliders looked down on him with no emotion in thier eyes.

"Well, what should we do sir?" grated one of the men.

"Shoot him" the officer said

The one who asked reached into his holster and pulled out a Arcus 94 with a loud blam he put a round into the child.

Behind the other men a young female solider openly cried as she adjusted her Beretta 1201FP that was straped to her back while she lifted the childs corpse.
she whipered to it "I am sorry wee one you should not have ran" tears streaming down her face onto the child.

"Damn Pfc get your ass up here so we can feed that body to the sharks" yelled her co.

"Hey! We have three nice young bucks here!" siad the old acutioner "They will work hard lets start the bidding at 500 gold per servant."
Fromt he front of the crowd a eldery man dressed in a blue robe shouted out "505 per!'
Next to him a tall skinny asian shouted out "600 per"
At the back of the large group of peole a femine voice called out "2000 per!!"
"Allright I have 2000, 2000, do I hear 2005?" Rasped out the sells man.
When no one answered he said "Three young buck to Madame Hillery Gore"

Three men dressed in her houses uniform went up paid the man and collected the slave.

The teen girl dreesed in the uniform of Damon Heart walked down the lane looking at slaves thinking to her self"this one will make a good sacrifce." As she wrote the lot number down in her book.

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An hour after the auction begins 100+ protesters from a nearby village come up screaming" Freedom for all slave must go!!"

Over a loud speaker " Leave this area it is private property you have until the count of five"

"Go home Slavers Go home"

"One"

Rock start to fly at the massing troopers.

"Two"

The crowds starts to rumble angryly.

"Three four"

The protester surge forward.

"Five" and with that twenty men in the black uniforms of Slavers Point Police open fire with their AEK-971. The 5.45x39mm rounds tearing through the massed protesters. After almost ten minutes of fireing the commanding officer yelled "Cease fire!!! Ok men now I want you to go and out any survivors out of their misserys.

"Aye Sir" and with that the troopers unholstered the Taurus PT945s and put a .45 ACP into each person head.

As quickly as they came the soliders faded away to be replaced by four men three armed with Valtro PM-5 combat shotguns the last one sitting behind a CIS Ultimax 100 5.56mm machine gun eyes open for anyother intruders.

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Greetings from the Republic of Sharina.

We would like to purchase the slaves, especially female ones.


Regards,
President Rand Veristek

A man was there, one in a purple robe. What a great opportunity, if the filth had not spoiled their slaves. He did not care of the auctioning part, though. He simply wanted this over and done with. He just walked up to the auctioneer, and spoke. The Dusk Elder, whilst he was now alive, did not much care how he would be seen by the living.

"Our Empire would wish to buy off females from your hands. All females that are still virgins. Their looks are of no consequence. Even their age does not matter. We do not care whether they are easy on the eyes or not. What we care about is if they are 'tainted', so to speak, or not. Others than virgins won't do. And if you will try to cheat us, we will know. We will, of course, pay handsomely on them."

He threw a pouch full of gold in the front of the auctioneer without saying a word.

It was quite simple: Only the blood of female virgins was usable in the pure magics of blood, and that was why he was there.

Another man was there, too. He kept his head down and spectated, watching from beneath his narrow-brimmed hat, a cigarette between his stubby, yellowed fingers. He watched the bidding and the events thsat he could see, and made notes. I'm on the next plane out of here, and for once I'll have an interesting report to make.

Greetings from the Republic of Sharina.

We would like to purchase the slaves, especially female ones.


Regards,
President Rand Veristek
And what shall you offer for slaves? We will sell you 500 200 men and 300 women for firearms and medical supplies.

A man was there, one in a purple robe. What a great opportunity, if the filth had not spoiled their slaves. He did not care of the auctioning part, though. He simply wanted this over and done with. He just walked up to the auctioneer, and spoke. The Dusk Elder, whilst he was now alive, did not much care how he would be seen by the living.

"Our Empire would wish to buy off females from your hands. All females that are still virgins. Their looks are of no consequence. Even their age does not matter. We do not care whether they are easy on the eyes or not. What we care about is if they are 'tainted', so to speak, or not. Others than virgins won't do. And if you will try to cheat us, we will know. We will, of course, pay handsomely on them."

He threw a pouch full of gold in the front of the auctioneer without saying a word.

It was quite simple: Only the blood of female virgins was usable in the pure magics of blood, and that was why he was there. The auctioner sneers down at the man saying "Sir wait your turn" he tosses the gold back at him. "If you want to buy slaves that is fine you can buy them in lots of 3-500 but you do not come up to me and demand them, now how big of a lot would you like."


(occ) I know it seems like there are more slave then citizens and troops, more then there should be but they are slaves taken from everywhere

For the killing of innocent civilians and for the practice of slavery, you are to be sanctioned by the Jitanese Empire. As such,we will closely monitor your nations dealings, if we find grounds, we will authorize the use of force to halt these actions.

The New Commonwealth of Muktar is infuriated by such activities. However, to avoid seeming imperialistic, we will restrain ourselves to an embargo against slaving nations such as your own. If any Muktari are found to be numbered among your slaves, your nation will be crushed ruthlessly and effeciently.

"Madam President?" asked the aid.
"Yes?" President Wardog replied.
"It looks like we need to send ships to protect Slavers Point. They are having an auction and being that they are in our region and border our lands if war was to start?"
"Sigh..alright radio navel and AirCorps control."


Two Hours Later: The fleet of 15 ships sailed in a patrol around Slavers Point. The fleet was a mix of 12 Ticonderoga-Class Guided-Missile Cruisers along with 1 Arleigh Burke-Class Destroyers, 1 Iowa-Class Battleships, and 1 Nimitz-Class Aircraft Carriers; Nuclear-Powered (CVN). Above the island the air was patroled with fighters. Those fighters being A-10 Thunderbolts, F-35 JSFs and AH-1J SuperCobras. Just outside Slaver Points borders C.T.C troops gathered knowing they would be crushed if a large country invaded they still came to defend an ally who they hated.

http://www.militaryfactory.com/ships/index.asp

He felt angered by the arrogance of the man, but he did not show it. They are selling slaves, and they dare to act that way towards potential clients?! Insanity, although the fact that he was there buying them was practically insanity, too. Why not simply exterminate the living and take their slaves? The Lich Queen rarely told him her motives.

"If you want to buy slaves that is fine you can buy them in lots of 3-500 but you do not come up to me and demand them, now how big of a lot would you like."

"Hmph. As large a group as you can give us. The requirements still stand, though, as anything else is worthless to us. Transportation... As such... Shall be taken care of by us."

(OOC: And for those who seek to simply OMG BRING THEIR POWARZ INTO PLAY, please note that I have not, and most likely will not name my nation ICly in this RP, even if the man says his name.)

The Dark Lord Serpentus smiled as he drank in the scent of evil in the air. He has come to buy slaves for the Sith to use. He noticed the deaths of minor slaves and didn't care. His robes and cloak hid all but his lower face, as he passed through the slave market.

He spotted what he was looking for: small slave children and medium teenage slaves. He smiled darkly as a couple of them shrank back, trying to escape the cold shadow that just overcome them.

The Dark Lord turned to a merchant, and with a cold voice that spoke of malice and evil, said, "How much for the children?"

OOC: The Sith are a secretive group, obviously, and they will not take kindly to anyone bothering them when they wish to buy slaves.

OOC: Texas and Colorado, I very much doubt you could field a navy 1/10th that size.

Governer Brimestone Sat behins his desk, reading over the paper work.

there is a knock on the door "Yes, Come in" the oak door opens, and in walk the Secretary of State, with a peice of paper in hand "...it's that time...Slavers point is Having thier Yearlly Slave sale. Where they bring out all thier boats into the Harbor...and The COnfederecy has mobiliezed some of it's navy to keep anyone from attacking Slavers point."

Cerberus Brimstone sighed, "yeah, this is always a Terrible Time of year...how hard it is...for Texas and Colorado...they have to Protect Slavers from those who want to Start wars and free the slaves...If I could I'd free the saves, but thats not my Job. I need to help Prevent war..."

the secretary walks over to the governer's Desk "The Congress and the House have both approved sending an entire wing of 35 Marine Air f-16s to provide the Confederecy Air Support...all you have to do is Sign it sir...

*Cerberus sighs, and pulls out his pin, his hand on the Revolver he always wears, and always has since his days as a California Cavalry Special Forces Soldier "You know, my father always knew i'd become a soldier...he was a History Professor you know...thats why he named me after Mythological Animal...a Gaurdian...* Cerberus smiles, and he clicks the pin open, and he signs the Order, the secretary taeks the paper, and says "Dont worry sir, after all, it wont be long untill Slaver's Economy Collapses..."

"One can only hope, Paul"

The Dark Lord Serpentus smiled as he drank in the scent of evil in the air. He has come to buy slaves for the Sith to use. He noticed the deaths of minor slaves and didn't care. His robes and cloak hid all but his lower face, as he passed through the slave market.

He spotted what he was looking for: small slave children and medium teenage slaves. He smiled darkly as a couple of them shrank back, trying to escape the cold shadow that just overcome them.

The Dark Lord turned to a merchant, and with a cold voice that spoke of malice and evil, said, "How much for the children?"

OOC: The Sith are a secretive group, obviously, and they will not take kindly to anyone bothering them when they wish to buy slaves.

*the Slaver M.C. crossed his arms and says* I am sorry sir, we do not sell slaves any younger than 13 or 14 years old. We may be evil human selling bastards, but we do have standards, Sir.*He shakes his head* Selling Children is Illeigal for a reason, sir. That is why we have Breeding Slaves. The Children are here to be able to say goodbye to their Birth Parents. It seems only fitting, dont you think...

*the slaver reaches behind him, pulling his Whitie tighties from his ass crack. An odd smell soon fallows* You can have that group of 14-18 year olds, male and Female, 20 of them for...Twenty Five thousand Gold. Sweet Deal, huh? Nothing like buying in bulk, is there Freind?!

"Very well." The Dark Lord said, his evil aura killing the odd smell. "The youths will suffice."

He pulls out a bag of gold coins rated at 30,000 in total.

"Keep the change. I will, of course inspect them."

The Dark Lord reached out with the Dark Side and inspected each slave psychically. "Very good. They are all healthy specimens. I will take them."

He gives the bag of gold to the merchant.

The government of Taldaan has officially stated it's disgust at the uncivilised behaviour still going on in the world. Any slave ships entering Taldaani waters will be captured and all slaves will be freed. Discovery of Taldaani slaves being sold will be interpreted as an act of war. Economic sanctions are now in place.

Secret IC: The clack of boots echoed down the hall of the Taldaani National Defense Agency. A tall man, dressed in a black military uniform, strode down the hall, scattering minor officials. He looked as if he was in his mid 30's, and had a long scar running down his right cheek. His dark hair was neatly brushed, and his ice-blue eyes stared straight ahead, daring anyone to look back.
He knocked on an office door, the blows almost deafening in the silence that followed him. After a few moments, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in glasses stood there. His appearance was deceptive. This was George Collier, Taldaan's Commander of Covert Operations.
The two men shook hands, then sat down.

"George. I investigated the Slaver's Point situation. It's worse than we thought. They have a major operation going on there."
He laid photographic evedence on the table. Pictures of children in chains.
"Well done, Agent. That's the evidence we need. Dismissed."

Immediately after the Agent had left, George Collier began giving his orders.

OOC: I'm planning to make a raid on the slave market and free the slaves. Is this OK? If it isn't, I'll stick with the government announcement.

For the killing of innocent civilians and for the practice of slavery, you are to be sanctioned by the Jitanese Empire. As such,we will closely monitor your nations dealings, if we find grounds, we will authorize the use of force to halt these actions.

OOC: How did you know of the killings?

OOC: How did you know of the killings?OOC: Satellite observation, I'm willing to bet.

OOC: Satellite observation, I'm willing to bet.

OOC: Yeah, but it's better to RP out such things.

And what shall you offer for slaves? We will sell you 500 200 men and 300 women for firearms and medical supplies.

The Republic of Sharina is willing to provide 100 tons of medical supplies, and 50 tons of pistols and rifles in return for these slaves.

Or would you prefer money instead?

We would also like to know how many slaves we can purchase? To clarify, what is the maximum number of slaves that we can buy? We would be interested in purchasing lots of 500 slaves up to the maximum, if there is any.

Thank you.
President Rand Veristek

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OOC:

How many slaves can a nation buy in total? 1,000? 2,000? 10,000? 100,000?

OOC: Do yuo mind if I put a Slaves carictar in this? I will do so, however I'll wait for your Okay. One of you can buy him and I'll RP his thoguhts/feelings/lifestyle ect.

A Panzian officer sat at the auction with two soldiers beside him. The soldiers appeared concerned for the slaves while the officer watched coldly. Both of the soldiers had wire cutters rather than rifles.

"Sir..slavery is deplorable, why do we give them money?"

"Because we don't have the military capability to invade all slave-holding nations. The best we can do is buy those we can afford out."

The Panzian government has banned slavery(soldiers are known to massacre slavers simply wandering into their borders) has always had a department of foreign emancipation, whose purpose is buying foreign slaves into freedom. Because of this, Panzia has many ethnic minorities. Anyone who looked at their uniforms could see "Dep't. of Em." on a patch.

OOC: Do yuo mind if I put a Slaves carictar in this? I will do so, however I'll wait for your Okay. One of you can buy him and I'll RP his thoguhts/feelings/lifestyle ect.
(occ) go for it, no raids for a bit or if you do no freeing every slave

IC.a nation can buy 15,000 slaves at a time, even we dont know where the majority come from.

Three newer ships slowly saild to the port. These ships were not droping off slaves they were picking them up for The Armed Republic of Damon Heart. They fly flags from both nations.
(in a light gayish acent)
"Aye men, my manily men we are here to pick up people for our leaders to play with. While we are here have fun and relax"
The sailors/troopers aborde the flag ship all grimced when they heard that.

We are prepared to purchase 15,000 slaves for 100 million US dollars each month.

Is this offer acceptable?


Thank you.
President Rand Veristek

"Very well." The Dark Lord said, his evil aura killing the odd smell. "The youths will suffice."

He pulls out a bag of gold coins rated at 30,000 in total.

"Keep the change. I will, of course inspect them."

The Dark Lord reached out with the Dark Side and inspected each slave psychically. "Very good. They are all healthy specimens. I will take them."

He gives the bag of gold to the merchant.
Men ran up leading the many slave kids by chains.

We are prepared to purchase 15,000 slaves for 100 million US dollars each month.

Is this offer acceptable?


Thank you.
President Rand Veristek
For such a large abount we will knock it down to 50,000,000 for three months.

The large tatooed man went down the line slaping random slaves.

"Hey now sir, you can not do that." shouted out a small woman wearing Slaver Guild Markings. She slowly lowered her hand to the 9mm in the holser at her side.

"Hey lit one whos ya to say wats me cant do?" He grunted out as he walked towrds her fist raised.
In the blink of an eye her sidearm was up and fireing. Blam, blam, blam three rounds between the eyes.

"i woarned you." she said then yelled"clean up slave lane five"

Greetings, Slavers point.

We will be sending two Levithian Battleships, four Sagittarian Cruisers, and eight Juggernaut Frigates to escort our four Goliath Transports.

Any attack by foreign nations upon my taskforce will be considered an act of war.

The escort is there merely to protect the transports from special forces or any boarding parties, as we have learned from the Hataria Mammalian evacuation of refugees. We have no intent to engage in warfare, but will respond if attacked.

We will be sending our first $100 million with our arriving taskforce.

Thank you.
President Rand Veristek

The C.T.C obserevers watched the many slaves and buyers go buy. He shacks his head then picks up his radio.

"Post five to base, post five to base...."

"This is base go ahead."

"This is post five all clear here, if you can call slaves clear."

"Post five we are not here to discuss what is right or wrong we are here to protect an ally, Base out"

Greetings, Slavers point.

We will be sending two Levithian Battleships, four Sagittarian Cruisers, and eight Juggernaut Frigates to escort our four Goliath Transports.

Any attack by foreign nations upon my taskforce will be considered an act of war.

The escort is there merely to protect the transports from special forces or any boarding parties, as we have learned from the Hataria Mammalian evacuation of refugees. We have no intent to engage in warfare, but will respond if attacked.

Thank you.
President Rand Veristek
You may send the ships but they may not fallow the transports in to port. Beaware our ally the C.T.C will sink any agressors.

(a faded earesed line drawing of a C.T.C ship being led by chains to slavers point)

Greetings.

The ships are only there to provide security. We wouldn't want a nation to steal or sabotage the transports by means of Special Forces, or a blockade, would we?

During the Hataria Mammalia war, Communist Mississippi / Decisive Action sent Special Forces to attempt to steal refugees and disrupt one of our Goliath Transports.

Our ships will not target any of your ships, or any of your allies in port.

However, we are willing to make an compromise. I can order the ships to stay two or three kilometers out of the harbor. You could send your slave ships to meet up with my transports.

We simply do not want to take any risks.

Our first payment of $100 million is currently held on that taskforce, and we will release the payment to you upon recieving the slaves.

Thank you.
President Rand Veristek

That sounds fair the transport will steam out they will be protected ofcourse but they will come out.

Three medium sized transport ships carfull steamed out of the harbor. Edgin past the C.T.C ships and the small Slaver navy then headed out towards sea.

"be prepared men." a grizeled M.P said to his troops. "The slaves may try to make a break for it."

Two HH-60G Pave Hawk helicopters took off keeping pace with the transports.
"This is Demonhawk one to Demonhawk tow, tlets keep an eye on these ships, we never know who is out here."

"Aye Demonhawk one, untill we see where they are going"

"Sir we have two of them there chopers behind us."

"I can see that Jim, they will turn off as soon as we reach the buyer."

As the slaver ships approached, their signatures appeared on the Sharinan Radar. A crewman sent a communication to his superior, the captain of the Levithian battleship SWV Bearina. Several minutes later, the admiral in command of the taskforce listened to the comminque from the Bearina's captain.

Admiral Devlin Yezprach nodded, then motioned towards his communications officer to open up channels to the Slaver fleet.

"Greetings, Slaver Fleet. You are cleared to approach our four Goliath Transports. They have their loading hatch open already. Your ships may dock alongside the hatch, and unload slaves into the Goliaths.

We will send the Bearina towards your fleet. It has the $100 million on board, ready to be delivered to the Slaver ship of your choosing.

Inform the Bearina which ship to dock with for the money transfer.

Thank you, and have a nice day."

It was the dead of night, and everything was still. The only movement was from three Taldaani Special Forces glider transports. Un-armed, but built for stealth (very few metal components, radar absorbent paint, slow enough to not generate much turbulence), they swooped down towards the general area of the slaver camp.

Inside the gliders, the Special Forces Agents were ready. They had their orders: Disrupt the slaving operation as much as possible, and get as many slaves as possible to a flat piece of ground for evacuation. They knew they couldn't save many, but they would save as many as possible.

The gliders touched down almost silently, the canvas canopies folding down. The doors opened, and the eighteen Special Forces Agents were ready. Quickly, efficiently, and quietly, they moved into position, awaiting orders.

OOC: Where are these slave from?

Jim suffled off the ship the chains on his legs giving him searing agoney everytime they rubbed against his worn skin. The sunlight blinded him after so long in the hold of the ship, and he felt the warmth on his bare back for the first time in what seemed like a age.

He was dimly aware of people, many people around. The place felt exoctic and he could here a auctioner calling in the distance. He and the other slaves where ordered to sit and there chains where taken off.

Someone thrust food in his direction and crocking thanks he bit into it. It tasted like stale bread but it was okay, better than the food he'd had on the ship, that had filled him and kept in fit but it tasted funny.

His eyes where ajucting to the sunlight, he could see a large tattoed man slapping slaves, then a woman came up, they spoke and the woman shot him. Strange, he thought, a few weeks ago he would have been shocked by that but now, afetr what had happened he wasn't.

As the slaver ships approached, their signatures appeared on the Sharinan Radar. A crewman sent a communication to his superior, the captain of the Levithian battleship SWV Bearina. Several minutes later, the admiral in command of the taskforce listened to the comminque from the Bearina's captain.

Admiral Devlin Yezprach nodded, then motioned towards his communications officer to open up channels to the Slaver fleet.

"Greetings, Slaver Fleet. You are cleared to approach our four Goliath Transports. They have their loading hatch open already. Your ships may dock alongside the hatch, and unload slaves into the Goliaths.

We will send the Bearina towards your fleet. It has the $100 million on board, ready to be delivered to the Slaver ship of your choosing.

Inform the Bearina which ship to dock with for the money transfer.

Thank you, and have a nice day."
"Ahoy!" Yelled the lead transports captain. "we have your merchandise."

As the ships came closer ramps went from transport to the buyers ship and the slaves were forced across.

"Ah it is nice to be rid of the stench eh?" ask one crewman to the other.

"Well," the other one responded" you still reek they were cleaner then you." with that he turned and walked off.

OOC: Where are these slave from?

Jim suffled off the ship the chains on his legs giving him searing agoney everytime they rubbed against his worn skin. The sunlight blinded him after so long in the hold of the ship, and he felt the warmth on his bare back for the first time in what seemed like a age.

He was dimly aware of people, many people around. The place felt exoctic and he could here a auctioner calling in the distance. He and the other slaves where ordered to sit and there chains where taken off.

Someone thrust food in his direction and crocking thanks he bit into it. It tasted like stale bread but it was okay, better than the food he'd had on the ship, that had filled him and kept in fit but it tasted funny.

His eyes where ajucting to the sunlight, he could see a large tattoed man slapping slaves, then a woman came up, they spoke and the woman shot him. Strange, he thought, a few weeks ago he would have been shocked by that but now, afetr what had happened he wasn't.

(occ) the slaves come from many lands, we buy them from anyone.

OOC:

Which ship should the Bearina dock with to transfer the $100 million?

OOC:

Which ship should the Bearina dock with to transfer the $100 million?
(occ) send a choper to the mainland

OOC:

The taskforce doesn't have any heliocopters with it. However, the next time they come back, they can bring a chopper along if you desire.

A small boat heads from the transports towards the buyers ships.
"Blast should have flowen." says the diplomat sent to get the payment.

"Shut it." says the captain.

The captain of the Bearina shouted out orders as the small Slaver vessel approached the large battleship.

"Is the payment ready?"

"Yes, sir. It is being brought out to the deck, where it shall be lowered to the waiting boat."

"Very good."

Several minutes later, several large crates of US Dollars was lowered several dozen feet from the battleship's deck towards the waiting Slaver ship.

ooc: ta.

ic: As I aproched the ring, the ring where I'd be sold, I could hear the shouts of the crowd, there blood thirsty cries. I began to imagain his knew owner. . I imagined him as a Christian, (the sons of evil and enemies of the gods, at ). He would be a Persian of course with black merciless eyes and a hooked nose, warts all over and matted brown hair. He would wear the same clothes as the betrayer and carry a cane. He would beat me for no reason and work me, well … like a slave. I would hate him and by Mars I would try to escape.

Prince Ivanov was eating breakfast when the Right Honorable Shirley Markowitz (Ministry of Justice, Deputy Director: Operations) walked in, carrying a sheaf of pictures and reports.

"Good morning Shirley, I have a premonition this isn't merely a social visit. Bad news?"

Markowitz nodded her head grimly. "MilInt passed this on to Justice. By all rights, I-branch should be briefing you on this, but they didn't want to touch it at all." She grimaced, then started laying out the photographs and reports next to the Prince's coffee. "So someone decided it should be mine. These photographs were taken by a Milint satalite about 30 hours ago during a routine flyover. Now normally, we wouldn't look to hard at these ones, there's nothing to interest us on most of these tiny islands, but this one," she gestured to a small set of islands circled with a red marke, "this one caught our atttention. It's not on any of our charts, and we've attempted to map these arpelagios fairly thoughouly."

Ivanov frowned, "Well yes, I suppose that is a disturbing comment on the compitence of our cartographers, but why is this important?"

"We went through channels, looked up reports of escort vessels passing through the area in the past. We found a report from the Von Hausen, an Admiral Zuralev class destroyer. It passed right through that area five years ago and never logged a sighting of the island. Currently, we're trying to reach the captain of the Von Hausen, but he's apparently on a honeymoon somewhere on the south coast. Nevertheless, one island more or less isn't enough to bother you with. 5 hours ago, we vectored another satalite over the island to take a close look. We found this. These buildings look like barracks, but the positioning of the machine gun nests is decidedly non standard. Same with those fences, if you notice, the barbed wire is on the inside of the fence, not on the outside. Analysts have decided it looks most like a prison. However, this photo clearly shows people on the outside inspecting the inside, and some of these 'prisoners' are quite obviously children. Now, when you combine all of this with the large battlefleet protecting the island, the large number of foreign warships and transports approaching the island, and the obvious secrecy that the operation is being conducted in, there's really only one possible explination."

Prince Ivanov looked ill. "Slavers. What do we have in the area?"

"More than you'd expect. The 1st Expiditionary Fleet was on it's way to conduct exercises with Authoritarian Liberals, and isn't more than 43 hours away from the island chain, less if they steam hard."

"Alright, here's what we'll do. Signal Admiral Botvinnik and give him orders to blockade the islands. Any vessel, military or civilian, attempting to leave or enter the waters of the islands will be ordered to heave to and prepare to be boarded. He will not fire into any vessel unless fired upon or until I countermand the order, and he will not close within 20 nm of the island."

"Understood."

"Sung, Ivanovitch, Thomson, take up positions and use your sniper rifles to pick off any slavers down there. I want you well hidden. McKenzie, try to lock down that machinegun nest."
The Spec. Ops. Leader pointed away to the right.
"The rest of you, get ready. We move down the slope on my signal. Stay alert, I don't want you getting killed."

Ivanovitch lined up his scope on a slaver's head. He tensed his finger on the trigger, waiting for the moment to strike. He'd never done this before, but he had graduated from the Military Academy with tht best mark in his year. He was an excellent shot. There was no way he could miss. The target kept moving, unaware of his imminenent doom. There was a very muffled crack from the rifle. The Taldaani force were sure they were the only ones who heard. Ivanovitch wasn't sure if he'd hit, but he calmly moved about ten metres from his original position.

McKenzie was easily the most experienced sniper of the four. He had huge experience with his weapon, and so far had a hit rate of 98%. Confident that he could keep it up, he aimed at the gunner in the machinegun nest the leader had indicated. Once again, a muffled crack. McKenzie moved and aimed at the next gunner.

Sung and Thomson kept looking for targets, neither wanting to hit the slaves. Suddenly, a slaver walked across Sung's sights. He squeezed the trigger gently, sending another bullet tearing towards the slaver camp.

After around a minute, the leader turned to his men.
" Three........Two......"
They prepared to move.
"One......Go! Follow me!"
He set off down the slope, quickly but quietly. His men followed, scared but excited. He gave orders on the way down. Some were to cause a distraction by blowing up a building or two, while the leader and the rest of the men swept towards the nearest holding pen, neutralizing any resistance.

OOC: Slavers Point, please declare casualties and reactions.

The Sith Lord was about to take his young slaves out of the market when he sensed a disturbance in the Force. He ordered his guards to escort the slaves to his cloaked ship and then slinked into the shadows, using the Dark Side to make himself near-invisible.

He soon sensed some...liberators who wished to free the slaves. He readied his dark powers and his red-bladed lightsaber and smiled evily as he anticipated the hunt and the kill...

OOC: CoreWorlds, is this Sith Lord an invincible uber-Jedi type of Sith Lord or one who will actually die when shot? I'm not accusing you of anything, it's just that I can see a lot of potential for godmodding with Jedi.

OOC: I'm also curious what will happen if a 460mm shell should intersect with the stealthed ship... given what I know of starwars, they shouldn't be able to take too much of that kind of punnishment, considering that air to air colisions are instantly fatal and my shells are quite massive. Admittedly, hitting you might be a problem =)

OOC: CoreWorlds, is this Sith Lord an invincible uber-Jedi type of Sith Lord or one who will actually die when shot? I'm not accusing you of anything, it's just that I can see a lot of potential for godmodding with Jedi.

OOC: he will die, but not in this RP. I know there's potential for godmodding, but I'm careful to limit the powers of Jedi and Sith. But he'll still be a job to kill, of course. You'd have to get in a good headshot or straight into the heart, and obviously, the Sith is not about to let anyone get that shot.

OOC: I'm also curious what will happen if a 460mm shell should intersect with the stealthed ship... given what I know of starwars, they shouldn't be able to take too much of that kind of punnishment, considering that air to air colisions are instantly fatal and my shells are quite massive. Admittedly, hitting you might be a problem =)

OOC: You'd have to find it, first. and it'll take some trial and error for that to happen. Basically, you'll be moving a lot of dirt before the shells get close. ;)

OOC: Since you're cloaked, and flying, I don't really see how we could interact all that much unless you decloaked and attacked. Because, as you no doubt know, starwars cloaking devices don't allow any radiation in or out, which means that there is no way for you to detect and aim at me without decloaking yourself. You could use the 'predictor' to estimate my position, but that's only margionally better than firing blind, and we'd be able to target the location laser blasts were coming from. (see 'spector of the past' by timothy zahn) I'd even let the sith lord direct fire using the force, but then you need to let us return fire =) If you don't want to engage me, you could fly right by, but I've read some very good Futuretech vs Modern books, and it might be amusing, as long as you let my missiles hit once in a while =)

OOC: Since you're cloaked, and flying, I don't really see how we could interact all that much unless you decloaked and attacked. Because, as you no doubt know, starwars cloaking devices don't allow any radiation in or out, which means that there is no way for you to detect and aim at me without decloaking yourself. You could use the 'predictor' to estimate my position, but that's only margionally better than firing blind, and we'd be able to target the location laser blasts were coming from. (see 'spector of the past' by timothy zahn) I'd even let the sith lord direct fire using the force, but then you need to let us return fire =) If you don't want to engage me, you could fly right by, but I've read some very good Futuretech vs Modern books, and it might be amusing, as long as you let my missiles hit once in a while =)

OOC: One word: Cool.

It is, of course, impossible to blockade an island with a single large fleet. This is because fleets can only be in one place at once, and islands, by definition, have several different sides. So, Admiral Botvinnik was obliged to split his forces to maintain the cordon. He stayed a full 100 nauticle miles out from the island, for initial deployments, but it was likely he would need to bring them in closer later.

His fleet was broken into 6 task groups. Four of those task groups, each consisting of a single Admiral Zuralev light cruiser, 2 Malvoisin Missile Monitors, 4 Mantis class destroyers, and 2 Orca ASW frigates, were detailed with long range interdiction of the entrances and exits to the island. The fifth group, consisting of two modified Akula II submarines, closed to 25nm of the largest harbor on the island, and lay there submerged. The final group, the heart of the fleet, with one Admiral Laffite class Dreadnaught, 1 Pernicious class CV, 3 Nagoya class DCVLs, two zeppelins, a single Admiral Zuralev light cruiser, 2 Malvoisin Missile Monitors, 4 Mantis class destroyers, and 2 Orca ASW frigates waited at stand-off range of 150NM, ready to come to the aid of any of the smaller task groups while still protecting the 4 vulnerable Fleet Transports.

Or at least that was the plan.

(OOC, if anyone has a problem with my ships coming that close, don't complain OOCly. Do something about it ICly. Intercept them. These are my planned dispositions, it doesn't mean the ships actually reach there.)

The captain of the Bearina shouted out orders as the small Slaver vessel approached the large battleship.

"Is the payment ready?"

"Yes, sir. It is being brought out to the deck, where it shall be lowered to the waiting boat."

"Very good."

Several minutes later, several large crates of US Dollars was lowered several dozen feet from the battleship's deck towards the waiting Slaver ship.
"Thankya kindly" says the captain. "lets move."

The small ship takes off and heads back to port.

ooc: ta.

ic: As I aproched the ring, the ring where I'd be sold, I could hear the shouts of the crowd, there blood thirsty cries. I began to imagain his knew owner. . I imagined him as a Christian, (the sons of evil and enemies of the gods, at ). He would be a Persian of course with black merciless eyes and a hooked nose, warts all over and matted brown hair. He would wear the same clothes as the betrayer and carry a cane. He would beat me for no reason and work me, well … like a slave. I would hate him and by Mars I would try to escape.
(occ) feel free to rp this any way you want

IC) The small boned young woman looked over spotting a slave she liked....
"I will take that one." she said pointing.

"Aye." said the slave saler. he went over unhooked the slaves chains saying " yall better behave now ya hear."

"Sung, Ivanovitch, Thomson, take up positions and use your sniper rifles to pick off any slavers down there. I want you well hidden. McKenzie, try to lock down that machinegun nest."
The Spec. Ops. Leader pointed away to the right.
"The rest of you, get ready. We move down the slope on my signal. Stay alert, I don't want you getting killed."

Ivanovitch lined up his scope on a slaver's head. He tensed his finger on the trigger, waiting for the moment to strike. He'd never done this before, but he had graduated from the Military Academy with tht best mark in his year. He was an excellent shot. There was no way he could miss. The target kept moving, unaware of his imminenent doom. There was a very muffled crack from the rifle. The Taldaani force were sure they were the only ones who heard. Ivanovitch wasn't sure if he'd hit, but he calmly moved about ten metres from his original position.

McKenzie was easily the most experienced sniper of the four. He had huge experience with his weapon, and so far had a hit rate of 98%. Confident that he could keep it up, he aimed at the gunner in the machinegun nest the leader had indicated. Once again, a muffled crack. McKenzie moved and aimed at the next gunner.

Sung and Thomson kept looking for targets, neither wanting to hit the slaves. Suddenly, a slaver walked across Sung's sights. He squeezed the trigger gently, sending another bullet tearing towards the slaver camp.

After around a minute, the leader turned to his men.
" Three........Two......"
They prepared to move.
"One......Go! Follow me!"
He set off down the slope, quickly but quietly. His men followed, scared but excited. He gave orders on the way down. Some were to cause a distraction by blowing up a building or two, while the leader and the rest of the men swept towards the nearest holding pen, neutralizing any resistance.

OOC: Slavers Point, please declare casualties and reactions.

Seeing his partner fall the Slaver hit the ground screaming "Incoming !!!!" He opend fire wildely spraying the forest.

"Ok men batton down i am going to get on the horn and warn HQ we are underattack." All along the perimter of the Sales Island machingun nest and bunkers locked and loaded.

TO: Prince Ivanov

We have noticed your ships cloising in on our ally Slavers Point territory. Seeing as we have ships there already and troops, to avoid any misunderstanding we shall ask you to not mollest any ships coming or going from that island. Thank you.

The Sharinan fleet arrived in Sharina waters, and began traveling up the long fjord. Later in the day, the fleet arrived at the city of Vau, and the four Goliath transports disembarked their human cargo.

Several dozen guards lined up along the concrete underground tunnel leading from one of Vau's many harbors, towards a large barracks complex. The exposure of the slaves to the outside world was minimized, to provide insulation aganist riots and the such.

The slaves were processed by military officers, and were sent to re-education centers within the barracks complex. The slaves began learning the Sharina language, customs, traditions, and history. They had no idea or expectations of what lie in store for them, and their ultimate fate would surprise them.

General Transmission from the RCS Merlotti

"This is Admiral Botvinnik of the Royal Chardonayan Navy. Due to reports of flagrant United Nations resolution violations, specifically the 'End Slavery' resolution of January 21st 2003, the 'The Child Protection Act' of August 2nd 2003, the 'The Universal Bill of Rights' of August 8th 2003, and the 'Ban Trafficking in Persons' resolution ofAug 1st 2004, Chardonay has instituted an immediate cordon around Slaver's Point. Regardless of whether a ship is registered under the flag of an United Nations member or not, all vessels entering or leaving the waters of the artificial island currently used as a slave transfer point shall be subject to search and seizure should incriminating evidence or illicit materials be discovered. Further, a No Fly Zone has been declared within 100 NM of all Chardonayan vessels. Any violator of this No Fly Zone will first be warned, then shot down by surface to air missiles. Any aircraft crossing the No Fly Zone for a legitimate reason must register its fight plan with the RCS Ivangrad. Deviation from the flight plan will be punished severely.

This message will repeat every five minutes."

OOC: Taldaan, Chardonay is currently unaware of your operations on the island. If you wish to co-ordinate with Chardonayan forces, I suggest you radio the RCS Merlott.

"Hmmm this blockkade may hinder us a bit." whined Bishop Desmond Lazer.

" It is ok sire, we have other ways of getting our merchandise in and out."

The Seawolfclass Sub sat right inside the borders of Slavers Point. It had orders to fire on any ship that came close to the port that was not buying slaves. The few warships they have stood at the ready, the small airforce took to the skys along side our allies in the C.T.C.

OOC: Texas and Colorado, I am on the verge of ignoring you because the navy you posted is quite litterally about 100x too powerful for a nation your size. If you drop it back to a couple of destroyers, it would be far better. Currently, your navy is stronger than the US's, despite the fact that you're per-capita GDP is considerably smaller and your population is less than 1/5th America's. I suggest you rethink your budget, as simply running those warships would bankrupt you.

IC responce

President Wardog, assuming your vessels are not involved with the slave trading, they will have nothing to fear from the cordon. But they will be searched.

Prince Ivanov

OOC: Texas and Colorado, I am on the verge of ignoring you because the navy you posted is quite litterally about 100x too powerful for a nation your size. If you drop it back to a couple of destroyers, it would be far better. Currently, your navy is stronger than the US's, despite the fact that you're per-capita GDP is considerably smaller and your population is less than 1/5th America's. I suggest you rethink your budget, as simply running those warships would bankrupt you.

IC responce

President Wardog, assuming your vessels are not involved with the slave trading, they will have nothing to fear from the cordon. But they will be searched.

Prince Ivanov

occ) droped it down to 15 ships. figure that would be half my full navy with the other half in our waters.

IC) The C.T.C ships have gone on standby, they are ready for anything.
occ) even thought we will be destroyed

OOC: Still far too large, especially the battleship (which would be useless in this situation anyway, and quite honestly wouldn't last 10 minutes against an Admiral Laffite class dreadnaught) and the Nimitz. There's a reason America is the only nation to produce warships that big.

It's an improvement though.

Note, Chardonay is not attacking anyone, just interdicting vessels. As long as your ships aren't carrying materials associated with slaving, then you're free to pass through.

OOC: Still far too large, especially the battleship (which would be useless in this situation anyway, and quite honestly wouldn't last 10 minutes against an Admiral Laffite class dreadnaught) and the Nimitz. There's a reason America is the only nation to produce warships that big.

Note, Chardonay is not attacking anyone, just interdicting vessels. As long as your ships aren't carrying materials associated with slaving, then you're free to pass through.Our ships are just protecting an ally no slaves on bored any.

Then your ships are free to move.... provided they submit to the searches and do not impede the blockade.

(occ) feel free to rp this any way you want

IC) The small boned young woman looked over spotting a slave she liked....
"I will take that one." she said pointing.

"Aye." said the slave saler. he went over unhooked the slaves chains saying " yall better behave now ya hear."
OOC: Is that my cariucter?

General Transmission from the RCS Ivangrad

“This is the RCS Ivangrad. We have deployed a Combat Air Patrol consisting of twelve D-5 Buckler Fleet Defense Aircraft along with 36 D-1 Deerfly ASW/Recce drones. Drones may periodically over fly the island; any attempt to interfere with their duties will be met with deadly force. Additionally, we have two zeppelins orbiting one of our task groups. One has an extremely powerful S-band air search radar. Do not suppose you can avoid this system and violate the No Fly Zone; the Ar-4 will find you and the D-5s will shoot you down. For any submersible vessel that may be at periscope depth listening to this message, if you attempt to leave Slaver’s Point’s waters, you will be detected. We have deployed a chain of sonobouys, and the D-1 ASW drones are extremely capable. When you are detected, we will contact you with five active pings at five second intervals, followed by a ten second pause and another two pings. You will then surface. If we do not hear you begin surfacing within 20 seconds of our message, you will be sunk. Further, every Chardonayan surface vessel carries at least one quick firing 75mm cannon capable of firing supercavitating shells, which have been proven quite effective at protecting us from torpedoes. Do not consider attacking us.

Our mission here is a humanitarian one, and one of peace. While we regret the necessity of expressing ourselves so bluntly and confrontationally, we feel that making our position entirely clear from the outset may reduce future ambiguity and prevent a regrettable incident.

This message will repeat every five minutes. RCS Ivangrad out."

OOC: Waiting for Taldaan or some other soldiers to come in so I can...deal with them.

OOC: Is that my cariucter?
ooc)yes sorry

General Transmission from the RCS Ivangrad



This message will repeat every five minutes. RCS Ivangrad out."
Sirs if we are hindered in any way, if we see any sign of invaders we will execute any and all slaves here. We do not worry we have many more at home.

OOC: I hoped for a slightly longer responce than that

ooc) sorry was trying to do 12 things at the same time
ic) In the light and clean office of Govener Doomwalker, the presiding govener of Slavers Point's man made sales isalnd.

"Alright men, I want an armed troops outside each pen, if and when they attack I want those people killed!" he yelled.

"Sir yes sir!" said the men and women inside his office.

Three hours latter troops in green uniforms replaced the black clad soliders watching each pen. The former wardens were told to go and protect the preimeter. The sounds of weapons being locked and loaded filled the air. The green clad troops each were armed with a INSAS assault rifle. Gladly willing to kill each and every slave. The 3rd member of each kill team was armed with a FABARM SDASS Tactical shotgun loaded with solid slugs. Each man and woman was dressed in all green, inculding green gas mask.

OOC: and a further note, you're already under attack by Taldaan, which means you sort of have to exicute the slaves. Not to mention post a responce to Taldaan's snipers.

Transmission from RCS Merlott

"Any report we recieve of slaves being exicuted on the islands will remove our sole reason for discression in this matter. If the slaves are killed, we will retaliate.

However, we have an offer. We will take the slaves off your hands, and ship them to Chardonay. Since you are ready to have them exicuted, they cannot be worth so much to you. When this occurs, we will give you 48 hours to evacuate the island, whereupon Chardonayan marines will land to determine if the island is in fact abandoned. We will then escort you back to Slaver's Point and see you there safely.

Is it a deal?"

ooc)posted a short response to snipe attack already)
Secret in carecter)
In the same office the govener was on the radio to Bishop Desmond Lazer.
"Sir we really don't have much of a choice. Maybe they will be willing to take the slaves and leave us the island?

"I do not know," replied the Bishop. "We have worked hard on this island, to hard to just give it up. I am thinking after all the slave are off we shall sink the island. Order5 men to lay the charges while I give our response, I have already told the C.T.C to evacuate, we can always sale more once we get you home."


To RCS Merlott:

We shall except your proposel if you reinburse us for 27% of the slaves. We have to much investe in this, we also do not want you to take this island ither leave it to us or block it off forever.
Thank you Commander Demostranos Security chief Slave Sale Island.

"We will purchase the slaves from you at cost; that is for exactly what you paid for them plus expences in keeping them alive until now. We will require a detailed bill accounting for all costs incurred. Unfortunately, we do not have transportation facilities in place to accept them as of yet. However, we can have several zeppelins dispatched which ought to arrive in two days. In the meantime, with your permission, we will land marines to set up a temporary refugee camp and deliver food and medical supplies."

OOC: Lol, and I was planning on scuttling the island myself. funny. Those charges had better go off after my people leave, or things will not be good.

To RCS Merlott:
Subject Bill: For the 27% of slaves we wil be requireing for the food, 1.5 million, for security and ammo spent 200,000 gold. As for the slaves already sold and transported there is nothing you nor we can do. And no you may not land any troops unless it is top get rid of the attackers. We would also prefer to keep this island if that is ok?

Thank you;Commander Demostranos Security chief Slave Sale Island

"ok men hold on the charges untill we get a response."

"Aye sir" replied the frog men.

"Sorry for the missunderstanding, we require ALL the slaves currently on the island to be released to us. We are willing to pay expences, but all the slaves must be released. The island will be occupied after your evacuation by Chardonayan troops, but we are perfectly willing to negociate it's return with you once the slaves have been freed. If this is unacceptable, we will continue the blockade. Currently, proscribed imports include but are not limited to ammunition, explosives, restraints, sheet metal, all petrolium products, all military equipment, meat, and all personnel not required for the running of the vessel

Sirs you misunderstand us. We only want payment for 27% of slaves. The rest shall be released to you also. But like we said we can not do anything about the slaves already sold and transported.

"Agreed then. The island, though it will be occupied by chardonayan marines after your evacuation, may be returned to you asuming all goes according to plan... consider it a hostige against your goodwill."

That kind sirs is not exceptable. What we are willing to do is:
A: Let your inspectors come to our island
B: Set all the remaing lsaves and any corpese we find out to sea abourd three old oil tankers then send them to your fleet.


OOC) gotta go to work please no invading untill tomarrow thank you)

"Pity."

Back in Chardonay

The appartment's toilet overflowed again. The walls, though origionally white patterned improbably with pink camels was now an almost uniform shade of beige. There was a omnipresent smell of boiled cabbage and the taps leaked, but Andreyev didn't mind. He had lived in many worse places, and this, this was fair enough, all things considereing. While he would have prefered a room at the Peninsual hotel, he understood the reason why he had to take the call here.

The phone rang. He picked up the reciever. A light, female voice spoke from it, completely at odds with the squalor of the room. "There's a mission. Contact your team. This is going to be a smash and grab. Meet at Yuri Geshelin Air Force Base, but bring only one bag at 0400. *click*"

Greetings, Slaver's Point.

The Republic of Sharina will be sending its task force back to your waters to pick up another batch of slaves. Another $100 million is being delivered. We also are willing to take as many slaves as we can. Our Goliath transports are able to carry 300,000 tons of personnel and supplies, and we are sending six of them this time.

Provide us with as many slaves as you possibly can. We will provide more funds if necessary. We are sending three Levithian Battleships, six Sagittarian Cruisers, and twelve Juggernaut Frigates to escort the six Goliath's headed your way.

A word of warning. Any foreign attempt of interference with your and mine transactions and trade will be most, shall we say, unwelcome. Any attempt by foreign powers to board, detain, or violate our vessels will be treated as an invasion. We have plans for the slaves, which will benefit both us and them. Sharina sea vessels are treated and considered as sovereign Sharina territory, and any act of aggression towards them will be met with resistance.

We apologize for the strong wording, but we have quite important plans for these slaves. We cannot allow other nations to interfere with our plans.

Hopefully, everything will turn out well.


Live well,
President Rand Veristek

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OOC:

Info about my naval ships can be found here.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=359171

OOC: Okay.

IC: I saw the woman point at me, and speak in some strange foregn language, I had no idea what she said. One of the troops came up to me and hauled me out of the cage, towards the woman, she smiled at me revealing yellow teeth and gave the man some money.

Then, putting a chain around my neck she hauled me away.

"Sharina, you are approaching waters patrolled by the RCS. By entering these waters, you have agreed to the terms that are broadcasted every five minutes. If you ignore these terms, we will assume that you are in violation of United Nations resolutions, and will act accordingly. Please heave-to and prepare to be boarded."

OOC: I checked your ship stats.... I need to know the caliber of your railguns, what the powerplants of your ships are and as for the point defence mazers... they are futuretech through and through. Agreed, lasers exist. But not lasers powerful enough to knock down a missile from 3km with a one second burst, and you'd need to do better than that. I also need to know how many point defence cannon you have and how many heavy guns.

Further, you're far too small to have a battleship, let alone three large ones.

OOC: Sorry I took so long, something came up in RL.

IC: Bullets came scything through the trees towards the group. Although the firer obviously wasn't aiming, probability dictated that he would eventually hit someone.

"Get down!" yelled the leader, as a bullet screamed past his ear. "But keep moving!"
The squad dropped to the ground, crawling along. They carefully took aim and returned fire. There was a burst of staccato as the Taldaani showed just what special forces training had done for them.

Ivanovitch grinned as he heard the scream from his earlier target. His scope swept the camp, looking for another target.
"There."
He fired.

Noticing that he was within range of one of the buildings, Smith loaded his rocket launcher. As he had the only one in the group, he knew it was his job to provide long-range demolition. He aimed at one of the slaver buildings, then loosed the rocket.

The Sith Lord came up behind the special ops men and ignited his blade with a snap-hiss...

Krieger heard a noise behind him. It sounded like a snap floowed by a hiss. He wheeled around, gun at the ready, but before he could fire, he was cut in two.

Hearing his scream, the rest of the squad turned. What they saw was astonishing. A man with a lightsaber.
"Stop gaping and take him down!" barked the leader, firing his pistol towards the mysterious killer. Bullets erupted from the muzzles of their weapons as they emptied their clips.

Aboard the RCS Merlott

"Sir... we've just picked up a large detonation on the island. One of our D-1's was doing a flyby, and it got a picture of a building exploading, along with what looks like tracer fire."

Admiral Botvinnik looked perplexed. "Gunfire? Explosions? The slavers did mention something about our troops dealing with attackers, but that didnt make sence at the time... could another nation have landed a team before we got here?"

"Entirely possible."

"... Order the Ar-4 to attempt to make contact with whatever team's down there, we need to begin co-ordinating if this is going to work. And what news from the Sharinans?"

The Sith jumped high, the bullets missing him and chewing up trees. He flipped over the men, and brought his lightsaber down in a figure eight. He enjoyed the fight, and enjoyed the screams of the men. He cackled insanely as he fought them.

Two more were cut down by the blade of light.
"Run, damn it! He's unstoppable! Run as fast as you can! Get to the gliders!"
Without the slightest complaint, they ran. They ran as they had never run before. The glider clearing wasn't too far away, but they weren't sure if they could make it.

OOC: Glider is something of a misnomer. The gliders use a propellor to get up altitude, then glide down.

The Sith began to throw Force Lightning at them. After a burst of psychic electricity, he chose another target and balled a fist to choke him.

He is the hunter, and they are the prey. The law of the Dark Side is simple: Destroy or be destroyed.

OOC: You may make contact with that other hostile-to-Slaver's-Point nation. If you survive. Mwahahaha!

....RCS Merlott to any units hostile to Slaver's Point, we are prepared to give whatever assistance you require, but you must make contact first. Please respond, this is the RCS Merlot to any...

Three more dropped under the Force onslaught. They kept running, feet pounding against the forest floor. The gliders were just ahead. They ran faster, another one being choked by an invisible grip.

"We made it, but don't rest just yet. Get the gliders up!"

They piled in, almost tipping the gliders over in their haste. Without bothering to buckle up, they began to taxi.

"Come in, Taldaan Command. We have overwhelming hostile contact and are making a tactical withdrawal. We lost almost half the squad. We can't fight Jedi and win. Mission Failed. Repeat, are withdrawing." the leader shouted into his radio. "We don't know if we're going to make it back."

At the same time, Taldaan Command was recieving a message from Chardonay. They replied quickly.
"RCS Merlott, this is Taldaan Command. We need assistance. We have a Special Forces team out there. They're under attack by a.....I think they said a Jedi. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's true. They can't stop him. Please assist. Over."

The Sith, concluded with his shedding of blood, quickly headed towards his stealth ship, several thousand yards from the glider airstrip.

"A... jedi? Please state nature of assistance required. If you require bombardment, spot for our guns. It would be best if you gave us the unit's frequency so we can talk to them ourselves. RCS Merlot out."

The Sith Lord reached his Stealth Shuttle and boarded it, nodding to the guard to take off. The slaves bowed their heads in despair as they tried not to think about what's going to happen to them.

The Shuttle took off, but hovered around to see what other damage the Sith could do.

OOC are you cloaked? If you are, your sensors would be down.

OOC: Yeah, they're down somewhat. The Sith can vector fire, however. and there's the heat from the Ion engines that you can use to fire. One hit and the cloak drops.

OOC: We won't be looking for a ship unless you give us a reason to... like firing.

OOC: Alright.

Six Arleigh Burke DDGs and one Illeana Vassili-Class Carrier appear on the horizon.

Message to the RCS Merlotti:

This is the GSRS Hienkel, we wish to contribute to your inspects and protect you from any hostile attacks. Requesting permission.

OOC: People will get mad if you pull battlefleets out of nowhere. It's a type of godmodding. It's a good idea to say where they are coming from, put a post in at maximum detection range (well beyond the horizon since I have AWACs planes up) and then a third as you close into missile range.

IC

"RCS Merlott to Heinkle, we have a situation here. We would appriciate it if you would remain 100 km off our main battlegroup... we have no proof your intentions are friendly, and it looks like the shooting's about to start."

OOC: I'm assuming this island is in the Carribean. I always maintain a fleet in the Carribean, because I have a nice port on Jamaica.

IC:

RCS Merlott, this is GSRS Hienkel. Roger that. Holding distance. We can assure you that we are friendly. We have a strong pro-human rights record back in Imperial Germany, and we are serious about ending slavery. We contributed to freeing the slaves in The Lightning Star, and we hope to help here.

Encrypted transmission from the SNV Bearina to the Great Sixth Reich vessel, the GSRS Hienkel:

We are purchasing slaves from Slaver's Point, and bringing them to Sharina. They will have a new life there, with their own communities and freedom to live as they want.

However, we fear that Chardonay may interfere with this operation. We do not want Slaver's Point to know that we are purchasing slaves to free them. Otherwise, business will dry up, and we will not be able to free any more slaves.

Hence, our stance that we will not brook any aggression or interference with our operation to provide the slaves with freedom.

Best Regards,
Admiral Devlin Yezprach


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OOC:

Posted more info about my ships, and reasoning behind them.

Encrypted transmission from the SNV Bearina to the Great Sixth Reich vessel, the GSRS Hienkel:

We are purchasing slaves from Slaver's Point, and bringing them to Sharina. They will have a new life there, with their own communities and freedom to live as they want.

However, we fear that Chardonay may interfere with this operation. We do not want Slaver's Point to know that we are purchasing slaves to free them. Otherwise, business will dry up, and we will not be able to free any more slaves.

Hence, our stance that we will not brook any aggression or interference with our operation to provide the slaves with freedom.

Best Regards,
Admiral Devlin Yezprach


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OOC:

Posted more info about my ships, and reasoning behind them.

OOC:

I knew you were up to something, Sharina! :)

IC:

SNV Bearina,

We will not interfer with your transports or warships. But we will support your ships should they come under fire from Slave Point.

OOC, I'd like to point out that that's a nonsensical attitude... why would slavers care who they are selling to? A farmer will sell a horse to someone who's going to use it for work just as readily as they would to a person who's going to set it free. It's irrelevent. The reason chardonay isn't doing that is that it fills the slaver's pockets. They make a profit off of the slaves you buy, which allows them to collect more, to sell to you. You are SUPPORTING the slave trade.

OOC: Basicly they are helping helpless people from being brutually murdered... But at the risk of the money being used to buy more slaves for sale...

IC: Imperial Germany places an embargo on all Slave's Point, and will purhaps blockade their mainland if international support is giving. We all know their crimes against human rights are aboslutly horrible and they got to be stopped soon.

OOC, I'd like to point out that that's a nonsensical attitude... why would slavers care who they are selling to? A farmer will sell a horse to someone who's going to use it for work just as readily as they would to a person who's going to set it free. It's irrelevent. The reason chardonay isn't doing that is that it fills the slaver's pockets. They make a profit off of the slaves you buy, which allows them to collect more, to sell to you. You are SUPPORTING the slave trade.

OOC:

I realize that.

However, invading other nations would be anathema to Sharina, unless Sharina gets invaded first. Sharina doesn't want to be the nation who invades first, ever.

Sharina believes that if it purchases slaves then free them, it will avoid the issue of invading the slave selling nation. Sharina men will still remain alive without casaulties during said "invasion".

Better to resolve things peacefully, even if it costs money, rather than lose men and women in battle.

Also, if helping the slave trade profit, then they will eventually run out of slaves to sell. Then there won't be a slave trade anymore, and the beauty of it is that it won't require a war to put a stop to the trade.

In addition, sometimes nations may reject sale of goods, material, or people if they find out what the intended purpose of them will be. Take Jonothana for example. He sells Super-Guns, but only to peaceful nations. If he finds out that the Super-Guns will be used in aggressive fashions like invading, he will reject the sale of the Super-Guns.

OOC: You are assuming there are limited numbers of slaves. THere aren't. There is no reason Slaver's point couldn't begin enslaving a percentage of it's population, to keep it's population steady. Then it tells you 'we have slaves to sell." You come, give them a new life. They're happy. The slavers are happy. Your government goes bankrupt.

Nevertheless, if you can convince my governemnt of what your intentions are, we'll let the fleet through.

Encrypted transmission from the SNV Bearina to the Chardonnay vessel, the RCS Merlott:

We are purchasing slaves from Slaver's Point, and bringing them to Sharina. They will have a new life there, with their own communities and freedom to live as they want.

We do not want Slaver's Point to know that we are purchasing slaves to free them. If they learn that we are purchasing slaves to free them, they may decide to reject providing us with more slaves. It would be best if they believe that we are actually putting the purchased slaves to work. Later, they may drop their prices, and we can bring even more slaves to freedom.

We are purchasing slaves because invasion is anathema to our nation. We vehemently oppose offensive invasion, unless we get invaded first. If we use money to secure the freedom of slaves, we will not have to risk the lives of our men and women in battle or warfare. Money isn't an issue for Sharina, because we value human life more than money.

You are welcome to send a group of observers on one of our Goliath transports, and you will see for yourself what becomes of the slaves in Sharina. Hopefully this will allay your fears. We aren't a slave-holding nation, and we try to free as many as we can through peaceful means.

Best Regards,
Admiral Devlin Yezprach

"Acknowledged, Bearina. We will allow the ships through, provided that they stop for the inspection both ways. We will also be detatching a heavy cruiser to escort you back to Sharina and report on events there. They will drop off a small team of observers there, with your permission. Merlott out."

OOC: this may be the beginings of some lucrative diplomatic exchanges... you can never have enough allies.

secret IC: Zaamirfed send 5 ships ,Huge ships, to buy slaves.

"We need though the blockade to Slaver's Point" Replies Dutchenson, the captain of the ships,"We want to set them free in our nation."

Of course, we have no intention of actually freeing the slaves. The captain of the fleet smiled, not very nicely.

"As long as you stop for the inspection and allow chardonayan observers to sail back with you, that is acceptable. But Sharina takes the first load. You get the leftovers."

OOC: It's extremely easy to tell from the interior of the ship whether it's a slaver or not... prepare to breath water.

Encrypted transmission from the SNV Bearina to the Chardonnay vessel, the RCS Merlott:

Your terms are acceptable.

When shall we begin inspections?

Best Regards,
Admiral Devlin Yezprach

Secret:Inside the ship crew members work desperatly to make it luxurious.

"We will take all the extra's that are left.We will also give them there own little section of our country.They will be in good hands."

"Inspection crews are departing for both fleets by helecopter as we speak. We request that you maintain station to allow our aircraft to approach."

OOC: Zaamirfed, I need more information on your vessels. Are they cargoships?

"Yes approach. These are our finest luxery cruise ships, we want the slaves to be happy on there way to freedom."

"Damned odd looking luxury ships to me," muttered Lieutenant Weinburg as the Pave Low swooped down on the Zaamirfed vessels. "Look at that beam... and the superstructure.... weird. Though I guess whatever floats your boat."

CPO Sulov was even less impressed... they looked like tubs, and the paint job was horribly sloppy.

The helecopter landed at last, and Weinburg and the CPO, along with 6 armed marines hopped out. "Sir, permission to come aboard?"

"Permission granted.The paint is bad we cannot offord paint , we spend our money on the police force.No one goes unpunnished for there crimes."

Secretly: a army is aboard every ship watching for any slip ups in our plan.

Hovering above the Zaamirfed and Chardonay ships, the Sith continued to watch through macrobinocs and the Force. Perhaps I shall make some...trouble for the 'liberators'. Nah. Not yet. Wait and see...

OOC, a whole army eh?

"A powerful police force? That doesn't balance out with our briefing. We were told that Zaamirfed is in a state of civil war and that Bill Slater only had a tenuous hold on one of the freedom forces. But whatever. Shall we go below?"

"come aboard already.These slaves shouldn't have to wait so long on freedom and we are willing to take them there."

secretly: Ten small submarines were sent out of the ships and heaed for shore to steal slaves."

Transmission to RCS Merlott:

You are cleared to land on the Goliath Transport Pano. Crew on that vessel are awaiting your arrival.

What type of inspections or areas of inspections do you require? The Goliaths measure at 2,400 feet long and 600 feet wide.

Best Regards,
Admiral Devlin Yezprach

"Acknowledged Pano. We will start with you first, but all the vessels must be inspected. We will be looking at the crew quarters, the quarters for the former slaves, engineering spaces, cargo holds, and the bridge. Slavers have very distictive features, and distictive cargos."

Above the Pano
The Pave Low helecopter landed on the Pano. A young marine officer, a squad of marines, and a grizzled naval petty officer get off the helecopter. "Permission to come on board."

Onboard the first Zaamirfed vessel

Lieutenant Weinburg raised an eyebrow, "They've waited for a while... they can wait a few hours longer to make sure that things go properly. But by all means... I'd like to see the crew quarters first."

The frigate Perception

"Sir, noises from under the Zaamirfed vessels detected on the towed array... multipul contacts heading towards the island.... we've got them on the sonobuoys. I make... 11 contacts."

"Good job Sonar... Give them five active pings, a ten second pause, and then two more pings. Mister Ulrich!"

"Sir?"

"Vector some D-1's to cover the bogies. Also, signal command that we have unidentified contacts bearing 145, range 2km. Request permission to engage upon hostile confirmation."

"Fire missle round one at Slaver's Point" Shouts the captain.

"Yes sir."

"Well get our slaves whether they like it or not"

"Yes,Yes,I agree sir"

All Zaamirfed owned ships pull back,and the armies start firing upon the crew that boarded to check there ships.

OOC, why are you shooting at slaver's point? and, I just detected your subs with sonar, why this violent reaction?.... and could I have a bit more information on your 'armies'? I'm about this far from IGORING you.

OOC: He's a bit new at this, so let's explain what's wrong.

OOC: We fired because you are about to dicover that we brought cargoships to put our slaves in.They are gonna do manual Labor for my nation.These ships have steal sides and are about to fall apart.Our gunfire will blow through the sides and sink it.So we sent ur armies best(Just guys in uniform with guns nothing special) to attack and steal slaves.But some were left to kill off your men exploring my ships.

A naval officer with a beard and wearing a jade uniform with navy blue pants approached the grizzled Chardonay officer.

"Greetings. You are here for the inspection, yes?"

The Chardonay officer nodded.

The Sharina naval officer opened his palm and then gestured towards the interior of the Goliath.

"I am Bobe Hasio. Which areas would you like to inspect first?"

Right... my appologies.

What you need to do is first, try to develop some characters. I have no idea who's talking right now, and it helps make your 'armies' seem more like people instead of faceless mobs.

secondly, you need to specifically state how many men you have in each... if you don't, I have no idea how to respond to the threat. Is it possible for my men to survive, do they need to run away, ect. This also prevents you from using literally limitless numbers of troops.

I also need to know what you're shooting at me with. It makes the RP more interesting and realistic. My people will react very differently if RPGs start screaming overhead than if an arthritic old man begins banging away at us miopically with his 1911 pattern colt .45. When you fire the missile, you need to say who's firing it, how big it is, what's its purpose, and what it's aimed at, otherwise I don't know how to respond.

also, you can only react to information you know. Even though I know that you're taking the slaves back with you to do manual labor, I treated you and Sharina the same because my characters didn't know that. for all I know, you could really want to free them and Sharina be planning to enslave them. Similarly, the destroyer don't know who's subs they are. My people may suspect they are yours, but I don't know for sure. And your people on the subs don't know if I'm going to fire or not, unless they heard that radio message.

Sharina:

Ensign Alexi Lysenko grinned at his opposite number. "Ensign Alexy Lysenko, of the Merlott. I think we should start with the crew's quarters, eh PO?"

The older, burly man next to him grunted approvingly.

"Come this way."

Lieutant Bobe led the Chardonay group towards the crew quarters near the rear of the garguantan ship. It took them a good ten minutes to traverse the 1,500 feet between the heli-pad and the crew quarters. The group had to descend and ascend several cases of stairs, as well as riding two elevators.

"Here we are. You may check these quarters to make sure that there aren't any contraband or smuggled goods."

OOC: I trust you to have told me OOC if you're going to try anything funny, so we can assume that the ships are clean.

"RCS Merlot to Sharinan vessels, you are cleared for transit. Good luck.

OOC: I trust you to have told me OOC if you're going to try anything funny, so we can assume that the ships are clean.

"RCS Merlot to Sharinan vessels, you are cleared for transit. Good luck.

OOC:

I was planning on bringing as many slaves as possible to Sharina where they'll be placed in re-education centers. They will learn the Sharina language, culture, traditions, laws, etc. as well as recondition them out of subservience.

OOC All to the good. Attempt to take the all. It will make our job easier...

OOC:

I'm now waiting to see how many slaves Slaver's Point will give me.

My transports are in the same position 3 miles offshore as the first time, so when you return, begin transfer of slaves, Slaver's Point.

OOC) what in the bloody hell is going on?:upyours:

ic) The sounds of gun fire come from all over the island. The remaing troops fall back to the main squar to protect the civillians and purchased slaves. They are ready to fire at a moments notice. The infaouse green uniformed killers form arund the perimeter watichng the forest closely. A call goes out and all the surviving forest patrolls fall back to.

OOC:

I'm now waiting to see how many slaves Slaver's Point will give me.

My transports are in the same position 3 miles offshore as the first time, so when you return, begin transfer of slaves, Slaver's Point.


Increpted radio transmision.......We seem to be in a bit of a bind at the moment...over.....unknowen forces.....blockkade.....help.....transmision breaks up.

OOC I believe that all of Taldaan's commandos have retreated in the face of the sith lord, so no one's shooting at you any more.

Getting fed up with all the attacks, the Goverment of Slavers Point decided to try something. They loaded 200 slaves into an old cargo boat and sent it out towrds the fleets. The slaves have been promised freedom if they get through if not Slavers Point really did not care for they could and will get more someday.

On the Slave filled transport.
"So um any one here know how to steer this thing?" asked a middle age man.

"Not really" answered an extreemly old woman.

Heading up towards the poilet house the slave noticed that the rudder (i have no clue what the hell i am talking about when it comes to ships) had been so rusted that the ship could only go in one direction with no hope of turning, they also noticed that their was no food, water or life vest to be found. they did find was a crate of wather damnaged porn and a crate of 20 year old t.v guides.

From behind a few broken down life boats in the hold three men in tattered uniforms of Slavers Point came into sight. These deserters are armed with MAS mle pistols. Type: Single Action
Chamber: 9x19mm Luger/Parabellum
Weight unloaded: 860 g
Length: 192 mm
Barrel length: 112 mm
Capacity: 9 rounds
They each have five extra magazines. Coming up behind a pregnate ex-slave one of them a tall battered man with a scraggley beard and green theeth grabs her and says to the rest of the slaves" tell no one we are down hear or this bitch dies" with that he shoots a 14 year old male in the face and drags the hostage back behind the wreakage. The other two men look at each other. One goes up and grabs a mentaly handicap child taking her with him. The last solider a young man no older then 17 tosses his gun out the port hole and slumps next to the bulk head sobbing.

"Vessel leaving Slaver's Point's waters, this is the RCS Merlott... heave to and prepare to be boarded."

"Vessel leaving Slaver's Point's waters, this is the RCS Merlott... heave to and prepare to be boarded."
There is no response from the ship. Just the echo of a gun shot. The huge rusting tanker contiunes moving slowly forward.

The young crying deserter stands up and heads up the stairs. The slaves make way for him as he leans on the rail looking towrds the the blockade. A small smile forms on his face as he climbs over the rail and looks at the sea. Thinking to him self.I am going to be executed any way, so I may as well dedicate my soul to Saint Damieos. with that he spreads his arms and leaps.

In the hold the other two men sit. One yells at the many slaves "Bring me water!!"

"Bbbbutt Siiirrr" studders one of them" wewe have nnnno wattter"

"Waht you lie." he screams and fires two rounds into the studdering man. The slave falls to the ground with a stomace wound and his left ear blown off.

"Ayeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!"

The scream echos out of the hold and into the air.

A D-1 drone flys down close to the ship, illuminating it with a powerful searchlight. A voice, amplified by speakers, rings out from it.

"Unidentified vessel, heave to imidietly and prepare to be boarded. Respond imidietly."

(in case you don't know, heave to means stop. All they need to do is pull those too levers in the pilot house all the way back.

A D-1 drone flys down close to the ship, illuminating it with a powerful searchlight. A voice, amplified by speakers, rings out from it.

"Unidentified vessel, heave to imidietly and prepare to be boarded. Respond imidietly."

(in case you don't know, heave to means stop. All they need to do is pull those too levers in the pilot house all the way back.
Looking around they atempt to pull the many leavers which only break off when they do. A fat woman runs out and yells"We cant!!!"

(I know what heave to means.) The light flashes across a young man getting ready to leap to his death.

The young man leaps, hits the waves and is sucked under the ship. A minute latter blood wells to the surface and sharks start to come.

OOC)time to go to work