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He had always had a reckless nature. Never wore a helmet when he rode a bike. Seldom buckled his seatbelt. Waited to run across the street until a car was speeding by (and almost always got hit, each time). You get the idea. He knew he could be court-martialed for doing this. He didn't care. The risk was what motivated him. The greater potential there was for disaster, and the greater possibility there was of him being caught, the more enthralled he was. His name was Frank Geranium Powell, aged 21, from Spring Buck, a miserable little pissant dirt-poor town in the Roach-Busterian countryside. A high school dropout, he had been drafted into the military at age 18, and enlisted in the Air Force, where he earned the nickname "Air Head," because of his dopiness. He wasn't too bad of a pilot, though. That was what saved his ass on more than one occasion. Everyone hated his guts, but there were no grounds on which to discharge him. So, one day, one of his 'buddies' bet him $50 that he wouldn't have the guts to fly off in the middle of duty and pass over random nations. Being a glutton for punishment, he eagerly accepted the bet. Now, here he was, flying carelessly over The Island of Rose.

La, dee da dee da, he thought, whizzing along (not that way, you pervs) in his plane, with not a care in the world.

Red City, also known as the smartest city on the Island. It was the best place to go to if you wanted to know anything and everything about Rosian History. That's not all of course, it was also the best place to learn about other nation's histories through "The People's Library", original eh? Anyway, Red City usually had a peaceful atmosphere, but not today, oh no. Today a plane would be shot down.

Fort Red

The radar was on, a small strange blip appeared. A mere Private was manning the radar station, but he would be the one to alert an entire city to an aerial threat. Around him were other Privates, led by a Sergeant that was overseeing everything. "Sarg." the Private said. "I have a strange blip on radar, the plane looks foreign."

The Sergeant looked at the blip with curiousity. He raised his brow, looking at another Private at the Radar Station. "Private, identify that plane."

The Private went through the large virtual Encyclopedia of airplanes. After a few seconds it showed up, it was Roachian. "Sir, it looks like a Roach-Busterian aircraft, a fighter."

The Sergeant raised his brow yet again. "A fighter?" He looked at another Private in the Station. "Contact that plane, tell him to get off our Airspace."

The Private picked up the radio piece. "Roach-Busterian Aircraft, you are in Rosian Airspace, desist your flight or you will be shot down."

No response.

The Private tried again. "Roach-Busterian Aircraft, this is my last warning, decist or be shot down."

No response. The radioman turned to the Sergeant. "No response sir."

Two words came out of the Sergeant's mouth. "Shoot it."

One of the brand new R/F-91s were activated. A pure fighter aircraft capable of landing on Carriers and runways. It was usually armed with a 500 pound bomb and 4 sidewinders, and it would be armed with this for this occasion. The pilot was a 21 year old Gary Grossian, a sort of veteran in the Rosian Air Defense Corp.

The R/F-91 took off, starting subsonic and getting to Mach 2 as soon as it was high enough. Gary looked at the plane on his HUD display. "What would a Roachian Aircraft fly over our nation?" he said to himself. He didn't want to shoot down the craft, so he gave him one more message.

"Stop flying over Red City, I don't want to kill you." he said. No response. "Okay then..."

He activated his sidewinders, now they would track the target but it wouldn't be launched yet. Oh no, it would just do the standard beep beep beep beep. And that it did, beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeep. It was ready to be launched.

Woosh! The first sidewinder was launched from the R/F-91. But would it hit?

((OOC: You can RP the crash landing RB :) ))

A massive explosion rocketed the jet, causing it to shake tumultuously and spew thick fumes of smoke everywhere. The jet quickly spiralled out of control, swerving and spinning around in the air at crazy random angles, causing the pilot to ralph all over the windshield. The jet came crashing to the ground.

Wow.






Sounds kinda like my little brother. Actually, it sounds more like me.

Nice post though.

A massive explosion rocketed the jet, causing it to shake tumultuously and spew thick fumes of smoke everywhere. The jet quickly spiralled out of control, swerving and spinning around in the air at crazy random angles, causing the pilot to ralph all over the windshield. The jet came crashing to the ground.

The R/F-91 did a barrel roll as the plane crashed. "Take that scum!" Greg shouted. "Heh, I'm going home. This'll make the papers for sure." And so he sped off to base.

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Two Humvees, each with 4 people inside armed with RAR-1Cs, were driven to the crash site. A crowd of course gathered around the smoking pile. But the Army did not let anyone get near. Four of the 8 Soldiers got closer to the crash site. They wanted to investigate, of course.

The soldiers dug through the mess, finally finding the body, he was still alive fortunately. "Heh, you have explaining to do kid." said the old one in the group. Another soldier picked up the body and put it over his shoulders, took him to the Humvee's trunk and stuffed his in there. The Humvees then left towards Fort Red, where the prisoner would be (cough) interrogated in a non physical way. But nevertheless, it would be painful.

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Meanwhile in the Presidential Villa:

"What the fuck?! Are you saying there's a damn crash site outside Red City?! That's it!" Sergei shouted as he destroyed whats left of his Office when he heard the news.

"Honey, calm down, contact JL about this...." Diane said.

Sergei raised his arms in the air. "He'll know about this tommorow, and by then he'll be under interrogation!"

And so, an incident would begin.

((OOC: The jail is dingy and dark and all that stuff. RP your guy in the jail. And RP JL finding out too eh? :) ))

The room was dark, damp, very tight and small, and reeked of mold. Cockroaches scurried across the floor. Water dripped from leaky faucets in the distance. The grunts, groans, and screams of the insane echoed through the long, dimly light halls, ricocheting off the walls and returning to haunt him in the form of echoes. Rats occasionally squeaked. He heard prison guards exchange dirty jokes. The room was less than four feet by four feet. The door had a small barred window, but other than that, there was nothing through which he could glimpse the outside world. Trapped. Trapped like a rat in a barrel of water.

RP your guy in the jail. And RP JL finding out too eh? :) ))

Could you RP your President calling J.L.?

Could you RP your President calling J.L.?

After taking a few shots at the range with his RAR-1K and an RPG-7, he drove back to his Villa. He looked as the Rosians down on Embassy Row from his window gossiped about the events. It was no surprise to Sergei, information travels fast around the Island, especially when it's only composed of 7 big cities. He looked at the red phone on his desk. The flags hanging on the wall, his X-Box and sofa. He sighed, picking up the phone.

Ring... ring... ring... the phone was picked up. "I want to talk to President J.L. now! Does he realize the fact that a Roach-Busterian fighter aircraft crashed in Red City?! Nearly destroying the moneument of Rosa Ita, one of our most beloved leaders?!" Nevermind, he was still pretty angry. "Does he?!"

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Meanwhile in Fort Red:

The guard guarding his cell smiled sadistically, he was wearing a ski mask. This wasn't for any protective reason, it was just for the guard to look more intimidating. You see, Rosians think physical torture is overrated, they like to get in your mind. And the dumb pilot would learn that soon. "Heh heh..." The guard said. "I hope you have the balls for what you're about to see... nobody ever turns out right after what we do." He would learn... oh yes he would.

President J.L. picked up the phone. "J.L. here."

President J.L. picked up the phone. "J.L. here."

OOC:

ROFLMFAO!

President J.L. picked up the phone. "J.L. here."

Sergei slammed his hand against his desk. "Do not play dumb with me! You damn well know that a fucking Roachian Army Aircraft was over the Island!" He started walking around with the phone, note it wasn't cordless. "I swear to the Holy Father, Son and Spirit-" Blessed be their name. "-that if I do not receive an explanation, bad things will happen! The pilot is already under interrogation! I swear I should-"

And so, the President started to curse on an exagerrated level. Now, if it was an unknown or enemy nation, he wouldn't be surprised. But this was Roach-Busters, this nation was friendly to the Island. Sergei was even musing to further relations. But no, the stupid pilot had to crash on the Island. Bah....

"Tell me now!" He said after he cursed so much that it could turn a gay man straight.

Sergei slammed his hand against his desk. "Do not play dumb with me! You damn well know that a fucking Roachian Army Aircraft was over the Island!" He started walking around with the phone, note it wasn't cordless. "I swear to the Holy Father, Son and Spirit-" Blessed be their name. "-that if I do not receive an explanation, bad things will happen! The pilot is already under interrogation! I swear I should-"

And so, the President started to curse on an exagerrated level. Now, if it was an unknown or enemy nation, he wouldn't be surprised. But this was Roach-Busters, this nation was friendly to the Island. Sergei was even musing to further relations. But no, the stupid pilot had to crash on the Island. Bah....

"Tell me now!" He said after he cursed so much that it could turn a gay man straight.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," President J.L. said. "We do have a missing pilot, but he usually just likes to fly off to tropical nations, skinny-dip for a few days, and come back. Are you sure the guy you found is a Roach-Busterian?"

"Do not fucking play with me! We tried to contact him three times, he did not respond!" He shouted as a shatter sounded throught the phone. As if, a window was broken by a chair and now it was being cleaned up underneath. "You fucking damn well know it was a Roachian! Look at your computer!"

Note, Sergei when he's angry does not listen to common sense... at all. None. Nein. Niet. Nada. Zip. Zero.

Clacking could be heard, as if he were typing something. Then a bloop. Yes a bloop. "Roachian Fighter Plane shot down over the Island! That's the title! Go to newrosetimes.ros damn it!"

He kicked a wall. "Ow!" He continued. "Anyway, until I have a fucking report of what happened from the Roachian side, the prisoner will be tried under a Rosian Court of Law. And if he is convicted he will be sentenced to death by rifle squad! Good day J.L., you lying bastard!" Click.

And so, Sergei proceeded to go to the range and shoot things.

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Fort Red

The interrogation process would begin, but it'd be different form what you'd expect from other nations... you'll see what I mean when we begin.

The guard guarding the pilot knocked on his cell. "Hey dumbass, wake up. Time for interrogation." Two other guards rushed in and carried the prisoner down the hall. Moans could be heard, sick twisted moans as if they were dieing. Yet they weren't. Prisoners in their cells were shouting. "Free us!" But they weren't hit. No no no, rights abuse you know.

After a few minutes of walking down the hall, there it was. The interrogation room. It was only but a chair and the white stuff they use to show movies. But what was the movie?

"Sit." said one of the guards as they strapped him in. They put that liquid stuff that doesn't let you blink, they also strapped down his neck so he wouldn't turn. The movie began...

"Barney is a dinosaur, he's from our imagination...." Yes, the movie, was one hour of Barney! No man, not even a Marine could take Barney. No, Barney was unbearable. And don't worry, this is only the light stuff. One hour of Barney is used, and if it doesn't work, they can always use more tricks.

((OOC: Yes, Barney is a tool of torture here :P))

"Nooooooooo, oh GAWD, make it stawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwp!" the pilot shouted, and began retching, convulsing, and vomiting. His eyes bulged and were about to pop out. Viscous, slimy saliva gushed from his mouth in torrents. His body shook spasmodically. A second later, he explosively spewed sputum all over the floor, and was dead.

The interrogators looked at the dead pilot. "Oh shit..." said one of them. "That wasn't supposed to happen..." The second interrogator looked at the first one. "We'll just say he commited suicide..."

The first man hit the second man. "How the fuck are we supposed to explain this mess?!" he said as he pointed at the various fluids on the floor.

The second man scratched his head. "Umm... bah."

"Bah!"

And so, the mess was cleaned up. And but of course Sergei was informed of this oh so wonderful situation.

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Sergei exploded. "What?! He died?! Alexander don't lie to me!"

General Alexander Roska, the Minister of War. "He's dead. The Barney was too much. I knew we should've started with the pop..."

Sergei started wrecking his office.... again. "Damn it! Damn it all to hell! Get me Rosta!"

5 Minutes later...

"Rosta!" Sergei shouted.

Rosta stepped back. "Comrade, are you upset?"

Sergei punched the wall, causing a small hole and an insane amount of pain. "Ow! Rosta, tell J.L. that the pilot is dead! Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead! Dead!"

"Ah!" Rosta shouted as he ran out of the room.

And so, Sergei went out into the range to shoot things again.

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Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

You know that pilot that was shot down? Well, he's dead. Yes, he died under the strain of interrogation. We believe that Barney was used. He died like a man. Either way, he would've been found guilty. Oh well, we'll send you the remains.
-Minister of Foreign Affairs: Rosta Einvach
http://www.fritz-bauer-institut.de/images/joschka_fischer.jpg

No great loss.

-President J.L.

((OOC: Ah come on RB. I want controversy :P))

Those $!@^!^&#$%!$^%!$*^$#%*!#%!#%*#@!&^!@)(%#&*@^*&!%&*!%&^#@$&*!%*&($#@(^#$$&!$*&#$)&$!!$(#@$(^@$^(!$^&!$&(#@@!ing Rosians!!!! Curse them all!!!

-President J.L.

(OOC: Like that? :D)

Those $!@^!^&#$%!$^%!$*^$#%*!#%!#%*#@!&^!@)(%#&*@^*&!%&*!%&^#@$&*!%*&($#@(^#$$&!$*&#$)&$!!$(#@$(^@$^(!$^&!$&(#@@!ing Rosians!!!! Curse them all!!!

-President J.L.

(OOC: Like that? :D)

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

At least our porn is better!
-Minister of Commerce: Nikolai Geoff
http://www.ssinf.sv.gov.yu/face/amirn2.jpg

((OOC: Well I guess this RP is over. Nicely done :D))

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

At least our porn is better!
-Minister of Commerce: Nikolai Geoff
http://www.ssinf.sv.gov.yu/face/amirn2.jpg

((OOC: Well I guess this RP is over. Nicely done :D))

Oh, yeah? Our executions are better!

-President J.L.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ian_Smith

(OOC: Thanks, you too ;))