NationStates Jolt Archive

Having setout encrypted messages for some time, the two nations had agreed upon a location.

Plague Island, as the locals called it. That's because, it was like a plague to the mind. There were no above ground structures. Except a few guard structures, missile-mounts, and then trees and the usual items. Nothing could be seen above air. All of it was covered in Camo Wrap. Though, underneath the ground, was a high-security complex. Troops moving about. Waiting for the BlackTower Navy. They were to secure their own load and take it. Though, there was a good amount of 5,000 troops here. All loaded and waiting for BlackTower.


Krik Guztik sat in the metal room. Dialing on his GPS phone and looking at the laptop infront of him, as it displayed the Defense Systems of the Island. From Missiles, to Torpedos. All of them shown as ready, and small buoys picking up any Sonar/Ships out in the water. It was a open game, and Guztik had the advantage in Security. Though, a few Scuba Divers were already out. It was a game of waiting now.

Though, many nations most likely knew of this trade, would they interfer? So many troops were on standby. Atleast 4 subs sat in the water, 3 Coast Guard ships sat also, armed to the teeth, and also 2 Destroyers hidden away. All marked by the Jurrik Government.

At Dusk the Astril Navy (ooc: this is the Astril Cartel who does the dealings, not the Nation of Blacktower lol) approached the small island fortress. They were the following:

[1]Kitty Hawk Aircraft Carrier
10 - F-14 "Tomcat"
15 - F-35 JSF
10 - EA-6B "Prowler"
30 - F/A-18 "Hornet"
10 - S-3 A/B "Viking"
8 - SH-60 Helicopter
2 - C-2 Greyhound transport aircraft
[2] Hunter Class General-Purpose Destroyer
[2]Merciless Class Air-Defense Cruiser (CAAN)
[4] Stortbek-class SSK Attack Submarines
[16] Sword Class General-Purpose
[30] Drake Class Gunboat
[2]Fremantle Freight Ships

As they pulled along the coastline, the two Freight ships moved into docking possition. They would remain in the docks until a price and quantity could be agreed upon.

The Anubis Coalition had just caught word of a drug cartel setting up in Blacktower. Soon after this news was recieved, information about a supposed sale of drugs to this new cartel arrived, though details were sketchy. They knew it was an island somewhere, but composition of security was no-existant.

The aim for this mission was to discover any information about the new cartel, destroy any and all drugs that could be saftely done, and assasinate any high ranking members that should appear. Absolutly nothing was currently known about this cartel, so any information gained was a bonus. It was going to be a hairy mission.

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It was decided that they would do a HALO jump into the area, during night if possible, though if needs be, they would drop in during the day. There would only be 10 of them going in, with a 20 minute break between the first drop of 5 and the second. Once within range they would attempt to covertly enter the island, deal with any patrols deemed hazardous to the mission, and then proceed with the rest of the mission.


OOC: Jurrik, hope you don't mind me joining in here. What time of the day is it that the cartels fleet arrives? DAy or night?

The Anubis Coalition had just caught word of a drug cartel setting up in Blacktower. Soon after this news was recieved, information about a supposed sale of drugs to this new cartel arrived, though details were sketchy. They knew it was an island somewhere, but composition of security was no-existant.

The aim for this mission was to discover any information about the new cartel, destroy any and all drugs that could be saftely done, and assasinate any high ranking members that should appear. Absolutly nothing was currently known about this cartel, so any information gained was a bonus. It was going to be a hairy mission.

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It was decided that they would do a HALO jump into the area, during night if possible, though if needs be, they would drop in during the day. There would only be 10 of them going in, with a 20 minute break between the first drop of 5 and the second. Once within range they would attempt to covertly enter the island, deal with any patrols deemed hazardous to the mission, and then proceed with the rest of the mission.


OOC: Jurrik, hope you don't mind me joining in here. What time of the day is it that the cartels fleet arrives? DAy or night?


well, this technically isnt an rp, however this could be fun and add a little interest to it, so i am ready to go with it. Also, I had already stated that my fleet had arived at dusk, so lets say... 9:00 pm. Or if your in the military, 20:00 hours.

OOC: Oh, I took it from the way Jurrik said that other nations knew of it etc that others could join in. Thanks for letting me in anyway.

IC: The RT-20X7 lifted off from the airfield, its destination a small island in the middle of the ocean. It was carrying 10 passengers - the troops that will de deployed in the area. The aircraft would be there soon, thanks to the supersonic nature of the aircraft.

A few hours later

The RT-20X7 approached the island from miles into the sky, its passengers readying themselves for the long fall ahead. As they reached the drop site, the light turned green and the first five men began their fall to earth. They were wary of the ships the aircrafts radar had detected, but that wouldn't deter them at all.

20 minutes later the other five followed their comrades into the sky.

Before the men were being successfully dropped, the plane was 'painted' (Targetted) by SAMs. The mounts springing up, the Camo cover sliding off of it. In mere seconds, the 3 whooshes were heard. Missiles heading right to the plane. They were heat sensing.


Men scattered about. Securing payloads and locking doors. They had heard wind of the plane. The people looking toward the Astril Cartel and said nothing. They were be subcluded, as the men grabbed Defensive Postions and even got into Boats. Though, as the dull Airstrip came to life, it seems they had a underground Airport. 2 F-16s leaving from the ground and zooming toward the air.


They would make sure nothing of this was known.

Onboard the Amy-Ray (aircraft Carrier)....

"Captain, weve got two fast moving transports on rader. Looks like someone wants to rain on our parade..."

"Send up a Retal squad. We cant let our presence here be known."

"aye aye Sir"

moments later...

"Bridge to flight deck, Come in Flight deck."

"This is Flight deck, go ahead Captain"

"We got two fast moving bogies incoming. Scramble an intercept squad and take them down. I dont care who they are, they can't know we are here."

Soon after this, 5 F/A-18 Hornets left the flight deck and went up to greet the two transports...
Meanwhile... three Well dressed gentelmen went to shore onboard a small duel Motored speedboat. Behind them another two speedboats, each one transporting 5 well armed troops. They were going to shore to inspect the goods and supervise the movement from the dock to the two Large Container Ships. Also to make payment...

Quickly, the subs surfaced, opening their missile hatches and arming themselves. They awaited Krik to respond.

He was already in the Communcation's booth. A headset resting on his head. He then patched into a Encrypted Frequency with teh BlackTower jets. "Identify yourself, your in Restricted Airspace. I repeat, Restricted Airspace." He gave them a chance, due to that he'd caught that the SAMs were in-bound to the other nation's jets, but not The BlackTower jets. He wanted to know who these devils where.....


Later,
The men moved quickly. Urbanized Military clothing decorating them. They jogged quickly to meet up with the Boat once it hit shore. Raising weapons and screaming at them to identify. It had thrown the whole island into Chaos. They didn't know who was who, and what was what. Those troops were lucky that weren't shot first.


Elsewhere, the Camo Tents, were being adjusted. Making it then, they can fire, but not have their locations known. They loaded the missile mounts, and checked some of them. Then, they locked and turned a key. Giving Operations the go-ahead on the full-safety of the missiles. Including dispatching some men to stand at a Local Console. These people, had no chance to fly over a Jurrik Island.

OOC: theres only the one jet - it circled around to unload the other group.

IC:

The transport swung around, and flew upwards, attempting to get out of range of the missiles streaking towards it. Launching its decoys, it flew at almost 45 degrees, blasting upwards.


The opperatives, falling down at a tremendous pace watched everything happen belwo them with a calm detatchment - though they would be there very soon, it had nothing to do with them for the moment. They noted the launch of the aircraft, and of the small speed boats launched towards the island, their cameras recording everything, before sending it back to base, via the transport.

A few hundered metres above the sea, they opened their parachutes, unclipping them as they hit the water. Quickly taking stock of their surroundings, they swam deep and towards the island, attempting to avoid any more detection.

One of the men in suits hands an officer a small peice of paper. it is a list of purchases.

10 tons of marijuana
10 tons of absinthe
10 tons of Cocain
10 tons of Hash
10 tons of Heroin
100,000,000 tabs of Ecstasy (100,000 bags of 1000)
10 tons of Dried Peyote
10 tons of Meth
100,000 sheets of LSD (1000 tabs on each sheet)

The officer smiled and looked up at the three men. Behind them the ten armed soldiers stood at the ready until a radio clicked into operation...

"Heads up out their land team, weve got 5 frogmen in the water and 5 more on their way down. eyes open"

The Astril officer walked up to the three men and whispered into their ear. then everyone on the dock walked steadily into the secure compound. Not until the heavy steal doors closed behind them did everyone feel safe.

meanwhile...

"This is Falcon leader to all fighters. We've got the bogie in sight. looks like just one, they must have had a glitch in radar."

"Falcon 3 has lock sir"

"Good. all select Sparrow missiles and lock..."

the reply came from the other 4 jets "I have lock"

"FIRE!"

5 sparrow misisles screamed through the air toward the transport jet as it circled...

The marine smiled lightly. Taking the list and tucking it into a Envelope, marked by a Producer mark. It was the Jurrik Nation Mark. This was a government ran orgnazation. The men quickly escorted the troops in, shutting and locking the Kevlar/Titanium doors behind them. Double-checking the passcodes and disappearing down the hallways.


The one that had given the list, was quickly moved to the left. A door opened for him, showing a raggedy and groggy man. A slight beard on him, sunken eyes, yet a muscular body. He wore a military outfit. Marking him as a General. He smiled lightly. "I assume, you our a Diplomat for our purchases and treaty of supplership between us." He smiled lightly, recieving the list from a Marine who had handed it to him. Krik looked over it briefly, then looked up at the man. "How much do you think this should cost you?" He was asking a question, to get a 'feel' for the Market.

The appointed leader of the three men looked at the others, then set a large silver metalic briefcase on the table. He opened it as he spoke...

"We are willing to pay $1,200,000,000 for the goods we ask. On top of the cash you will find a printed breakdown of how much we are paying for each drug. This paper will be used as future reference."

The General looked in the suitcase and was amazed at the ammount of Green he saw. His eyes lit up as he looked at the paper...

10 tons of marijuana = $24,000,000
100,000 cases of absinthe = $108,000,000
10 tons of Cocain = $120,000,000
10 tons of Hash = $26,400,000
10 tons of Heroin = $300,000,000
100,000,000 tabs of Ecstasy (100,000 bags of 1000) = $240,000,000
10 tons of Dried Peyote = $1,200,000
10 tons of Meth = $234,000,000
100,000 sheets of LSD (1000 tabs on each sheet) = $120,000,000

COST = $1,173,600,000
GIFT = $26,400,000
TOTAL = $1,200,000,000


The General looked up at the men, but before he could speak he was interupted...

"You cansee that we have included a gift. That is to smoothe out a new friendship between our two organisations. Please see that it goes to whomever is in charge."

ooc: for the record, these will be our prices:

1 kilo of marijuana = $2,400
1 case of absinthe = $1,080
1 kilo of cocaine = $12,000
1 kilo of hash = $2,640
1 kilo of heroin = $30,000
1 kilo bag of ecstasy = $2,400
1 kilo of peyote = $120
1 kilo of meth = $23,400
1 sheet of LSD = $1,200

ah,Jurrik,how you doing?good,it looks to me

and kids,didn't the people tell you to "Just say NO!"?

I'm very ashamed and am telling your parents.



ehehehehe

The first five men swam swiftly towards the shore, going deep to avoid any patrols around. They reached the shore fairly quickly, and they approached a cliff face, abandoning thier scuba gear before climbing up the side - they were on the opposite side to the dock.

The other five men were taking pictures of the landing of the speedboats, and as many pictures as they could get of the men involved - they managed to get some really good ones as they looked up at them coming in. Again they landed in the water and swan deep.

The missile streaked towards the transport, but thanks to the decoys and the height and speed of the transport it managed to avoid the missiels.

Krik smiled, looking over the peice of paper. He nodded and then looked over hte peice of paper.


"This is very agreeable. I'll sell." He nodded lightly, looking over the man. Closing the suitcase as one man came forward, reaching for the handle to take it to the Counting room. They weren't up for games at all. Nope. Never.



-Outside-


The two F-16s were out and about. One of them breaking away from the chase on the Transport, and moving right to the cliffside. Seeing the 'Frogmen' and opening fire. No, not gunfire, missile fire. Two missiles dispatched immediately and zooming right toward them. They were AAM (Air to Air Missiles) Though, there was a good chance it would nail them hard.

The other F-16 that was still continuing on the chase of the Transport, fired off 1 AAM missile, that had locked onto the Transport. It whooshed away. The missile spiraling in the air aimed right for the left wing. When it did hit, it wouldn't blow up, it would fragment. It was a Fragmentation Missile, so it'd dismember the wing and then the ground men would take care of it.

the men smiled. "so we are in agreement then?"

The general smiled and shook their hands. "Gentelmen, we are emost definatley in business. Follow me and I shall show you our production facilities."