Demidia
25-09-2004, 01:16
The Delut Party of Demidia a french based party, and the smallest party in the nation, is in revolt after a Delut cabinet member was killed in his Georgetown apartment one week ago. Although no violence has occured yet, the Delut members or as they call themselves the Resistance are plotting a major attack on Demidian citizens. The party leader Jean Meois holds a secret meeting with his staff in a camp outside the city.
Party Seniors
Chancellor - Jean Meois
Senoir Cheiftains:
Sylvan Dupuis
Paul Levisque
Jean: These english pigs! Killing Rene in his apartment like....
Crowd: Cowards?
Jean: Yes, these...cowards....
Sylvan: They will pay with there lives...
Paul: But how?
Jean slowly walks to a large crate, throws aside a dark green cloth sitting on top and reveals.......
Paul: But..... Jean....
Jean: We will attack the nearby Army Outpost D-111, with this....
Sylvan: What is it?
Jean: Anthrax.... A small dose, just enough. Heres the plan:
We will first eliminate all guards, with the weapons we have here it should be no problem. Then we will launch a small rocket loaded with this experimental anthrax directly into the barracks.
A voice is heard in the crowd.
"you are a madman!!!"
The man is beaten as Meois chuckles softly to himself.
The 600 or so rebels move quietly and swiftly towards the crude repair outpost, merly an assortment of tents and a small brick tank mechanic's garage. Only 6 night watchmen are present and are taken out quickly by the AK-47 armed rebels. Then a man with a large scar in special ops type gear emerges from the bush, takes his stance and fires one small anthrax rocket directly into the window of the barracks. Soon a small roar of gagging and wheezing is heard until sometime later when it is all quiet.
Jean: Excellent.....
Demidian Regional Outpost Command
Technician: Colonel!
Colonel: Yes?
Technician: I cant reach Outpost D-111, I've tried numerous times.
Colonel: Send in a chopper....
Technician: Yes sir.
The man with a scar lays out his gear, an M-16, 9mm pistol, and a rocket launcher with several rocket grenades. He stops, listens, and smiles to himself, he then loads up and walks through the trees.
A Demidian Army Blackhawk Helicopter flies overhead, inside the pilot checks his windspeed then his altitude. Turning back to the 4 marines in the back:
"Nearing the checkpoint"
Turning back he has no time to react as a rocket grenade tears through the fuselage and detonates.
Party Seniors
Chancellor - Jean Meois
Senoir Cheiftains:
Sylvan Dupuis
Paul Levisque
Jean: These english pigs! Killing Rene in his apartment like....
Crowd: Cowards?
Jean: Yes, these...cowards....
Sylvan: They will pay with there lives...
Paul: But how?
Jean slowly walks to a large crate, throws aside a dark green cloth sitting on top and reveals.......
Paul: But..... Jean....
Jean: We will attack the nearby Army Outpost D-111, with this....
Sylvan: What is it?
Jean: Anthrax.... A small dose, just enough. Heres the plan:
We will first eliminate all guards, with the weapons we have here it should be no problem. Then we will launch a small rocket loaded with this experimental anthrax directly into the barracks.
A voice is heard in the crowd.
"you are a madman!!!"
The man is beaten as Meois chuckles softly to himself.
The 600 or so rebels move quietly and swiftly towards the crude repair outpost, merly an assortment of tents and a small brick tank mechanic's garage. Only 6 night watchmen are present and are taken out quickly by the AK-47 armed rebels. Then a man with a large scar in special ops type gear emerges from the bush, takes his stance and fires one small anthrax rocket directly into the window of the barracks. Soon a small roar of gagging and wheezing is heard until sometime later when it is all quiet.
Jean: Excellent.....
Demidian Regional Outpost Command
Technician: Colonel!
Colonel: Yes?
Technician: I cant reach Outpost D-111, I've tried numerous times.
Colonel: Send in a chopper....
Technician: Yes sir.
The man with a scar lays out his gear, an M-16, 9mm pistol, and a rocket launcher with several rocket grenades. He stops, listens, and smiles to himself, he then loads up and walks through the trees.
A Demidian Army Blackhawk Helicopter flies overhead, inside the pilot checks his windspeed then his altitude. Turning back to the 4 marines in the back:
"Nearing the checkpoint"
Turning back he has no time to react as a rocket grenade tears through the fuselage and detonates.