NationStates Jolt Archive

The Fuhrer, Reinhard Heydrich, stepped up the small stairs onto the back of the luxurious flat-bed which was converted from a large military transport, to a large political moving podium from which high ranking officials could wave to their peers. He gently fiddled with some tassels hanging from the poles holding miniature Fascian flags. He look towards Sergei of The Island of Rose, noticing he hadn't spoken all morning.

Wonder what's got him all tied up... He thought. It's just a parade. At the end of it our discussion should be over and the pact ready to be signed... Did he just really not want to be in a pact with a Fascist nation? Too bad. He has things we want, and we have things he wants. He'll learn to deal with it.

As the truck began moving, it moved onto the street. It would be quite some time until people were visable, they were at the end of the long 'dance' of politics and propaganda.

The truck quickly came to a halt. Sergei Iiyanov's wife, Diane was quickly lifted into the back of the truck by two rushed KSS guards. Maybe that's what he was tied up for... Very unorganized. Wonder if they even still care about eachother.. No matter.. Women shouldn't be in politics anyway. I hope he doesn't think she'll have any say over the preceedings here today... He pondered...

Secret IC:
About two miles up the road, in an apartment of a revered Pastor, and funder for the Phineas Priesthood, a single man sat on an almost childish bench. He lifted his rifle to the edge of the window. He'd cut out a small hole for the barrel to extend. The window would reflect light during the shot and make it almost impossible to see the shooter. He had a single mission: Kill Sergei Iiyanov. No one else. He sat, drinking a single sip of coffee as he awaited the arival of his prey. All the while, whispering little prayers...

Sergei looked at around at the Fascian scenery. Heh. he thought. Look at me, I'm signing a pact that will further relations with a Fascist country. The same country that is in the Right Wing Collective. He chuclked, a grin escaped.

He looked at the "Almighty Furehr" as Sergei called him. Yes it is in a sarcastic way. "Reinhard." he said. "Reinhard, wouldn't it be funny if I was shot today?"

Diane gave a passing glare towards his husband. "Don't talk of such things. Who else am I going to fight with?" She grinned.

Sergei chuckled. "Ah but honey, you can have Nikolai."

Diane shrugged. "Sure, hang around with that pervert. Sergei, I swear if you get shot as you soon as you're healed you going to get a beating."

Sergei snickered. "Damn woman's rights."

Diane grinned. "Machoisitic pig."

Sergei answered back with a wink. "Feminazi."

Diane scoffed. "Oh just enjoy the view."

Sergei touched one of the passing mini Fascian flags. "Just what I was doing no?" He looked back at Reinhard. "I hope security is well."

Reinhard smirked gently, as if he knew something no one else knew of, but the smirk went on blind eyes, no one saw it. He turned, "Well Sergei, we could only hope you didn't suffer a tragedy like that. After all, it would be ironic. Since the last assassination was of the former leader of this nation. He was a Communist. Shot in his open-top limo while parading down this very street. But, you're a friend to us, so, no need to worry."

The truck began moving again, it was now within the main parade area. People were visable. They began waving their pictures of Reinhard around, young girls began screaming for him to sign it. Even if he was near his forties, he was still quite a looker.

Secret IC:
The lone gunman heard the screams. He was prepared to shoot Sergei as they came around the second bend. He had the area in sight. He was to die on the same spot the Communist prick did. Heh.. How fitting. he thought...

Sergei chuckled. "Why is it..." he continued. "Why is it that the bad communists always end up leading a nation?"

Diane smirked. "I don't know, ask your campaign manager."

Sergei rolled his eyes. "Why do I love you again?"

Diane smiled. "Because of our marriage vows?"

Sergei grinned. "Oh yeah..." He looked towards Reinhard. "So he was shot in this area? My God it would be ironic if I was shot here."

((OOC: I give you permission to RP the shooting and my characters required for it.))

The car turned the second bend. "Yes, he was shot just up ahead. A militant fire a shot from a .50 calbier through his face." Yawns lightly," He-" a bottle careened over Reinhard right, hitting Diane, making her stumble back into Sergei. At that moment, a loud bang filled the area. Sergei collapsed to the ground, carmine fluids gushing from his right limb. His elbow was shattered. Diane was covered in his blood. The flat-bed stopped, the three peopel were lifted into an armored car and drove to an undisclosed location (OOC: Orvach Military Base).

The Shooter's Nest:
The gunman ran down the stairs, jumping several. He pushed open the door and climbed into his truck. Little did he know, that the government, under the State Protection Act, had legalised the use of tracking systems in vehicles. Since a disaster just occured, and he was fleeing the general area, it would only be a matter of time before he was found...

(OOC: Please note, Sergei, Diane, and Reinhard won't now about the later information about the shooter until later. TIOR, please RP that you're in a medical wing at Orvach Base.)

Sergei woke up. Next to him was Diane Ilyanov, which was to the left. To the right was a laptop computer he usually carried around if he needed to do any Governmental business. He tried moving his arm. "Ow!" He looked at Diane to his left. "Diane what happened?"

Diane answered him. "You were shot, he's a bad one too. Why didn't he kill you?"

Sergei chuckled. "Because God decided it isn't time to die yet? Is the RIA (Rosian Intelligence Agency) informed of this?"

Diane pointed at his laptop. "You have an email from bob@RIA.ros." she said in a non-chalant matter.

Sergei chuckled. "I guess they do. I'm sure the RIA with have some information for me too." He stored the email, with his good hand. "I'll read it later."

Diane grinned. "Somebody's taking guards with them next time."

Sergei mumbled. "Bah..." He looked around. "Where is that damn doctor?"

Secret IC: The Zitadelle:
"What the f*ck happened! Why isn't he dead!" shouted Reinhard to Pastor Ray Readfirm.

"Herr, we tried. Someone made Diane stumble and the shooter missed. He'll be taken care of. We don't know exactly where he is, but we're shure he's heading for the border until all of this is settled out."

"I want him arrested. Once you find him, take him to Aushwitz for interoggation and imprisionment 'til further noticed."

IC: Orvach Military Hospital:
Dr. James Mengele walked into the room. He was carrying a single serenge. "Ah, hello Mr. Iiyanov, awake? Good. This is some mild pain killers, it should help the pain subside. In a few hours you'll be able to go back home (OOC: RP in the next post.)." The doctor placed the needle into the IV tube, injecting the small amoutn of fluids...

Inside Air Corp 7

Sergei sighed as he looked at his fractured arm. "I won't be able to shoot for a week."

Diane leaned on his good shoulder. "Don't worry honey." she said trying to comfort him. "I'll cook you some soup and you can rest and watch T.V." she said with a smile.

Sergei chuckled. "That's rare for you."

Diane punched him in the fractured arm and left. "Fine, be like that." And so, she went to another room inside the plane.

Sergei scram. "Holy s***!" And started yelling for a few minutes until he was given some vallium.

And so the 747 flew back to the Island.

Immediately after Sergei and Diane exited Fascian airspace, the alert status was elevated to Defcon 1. Silos in purchased territories (OOC: Once the Demonic Terrorist land, now TBD's, but FC purchase 1000 square miles of land) and in Exetoniae became active. All they required were the permission from the Fuhrer.

To: The Rosian Administration
From: The Zitadelle (Fascian Administration)

Upon the recent acts of terrorism brought by your country to ours in a failed attempt to assassinate the Fuhrer, we demand that you neutralise your military and cease weapons production until the investigation is over. As of now, the Island of Rose is the offical top suspect.

Thirty Minutes From The Mainland Border:
The lone gunman was nearly there. He would board a ferry and exit the main island of the Fascist Confederacy. Little did he know, that the KSS were waiting for him at the border. Their mission was to take him captive in inprison him in the local labor camp...

(OOC: Remember TIOR, the demands are just stalling. Once we get the lone gunman, they wil be dropped and our alert status lowered.)

Bump.

Then Sergei read the report.

"The hell?!" he shouted as he read the report. "They think we actually sent a terrorist to Fascist lands? And now they're ready to attack?"

He pressed The Red Button on his desk. Which led to a series of more buttons appearing on his desk. There was a blue button, a green button, a pink button, a purple button, a white button, a pink button, pretty much a button of every color. He pressed the button colored in Fuschia.

Fort Rose.

"Hey look at this!" said one of the soldiers manning one of the 70 nukes on the Island. "Sarge, read this." He handed the printed report to the Sergeant in charge.

From President Sergei Ilyanov:
To Every Nuclear Facilitry in the Country:

Code Number, 57891245001259
Password: Baglonaandcheese

You have orders to prepare your nuclear weapons for immediate launch if need be. That will be all.
Sergei Ilyanov
President of The Island of Rose

The Sargeant raised his brow. "Yup, this is official, you heard him."

The nuclear weapons in Fort Rose were prepped, and so it was the same in every other Fort. Soldiers were ready to be launched at any moment also. Same with the Rosian Air Defense Corp and the Rosian Navy. Overall, the Island went on extensive alert. They could launch now at the press of a button.

Presidential Villa

Rosta entered the the Presidential Office, or lovingly known as The Red Room. "Sergei?"

Sergei was usually not angry. He only got angry at a few things. When the range closed, betrayal, bullshit. And the Fascian Statement to him was the largest amount of bullshit he has ever seen. I mean, it as more bullshitty then saying "Fo shizzle" in a black neighborhood.

Sergei's eye started to twitch, his broken right arm still as a rock. "Tell Reinhard... that he is a damn liar. And that we're ready to go to war. Okay?"

Rosta cleared his throat. "In a nice way right?"

Sergei glanced at Rosta. "Just do it."

And so Rosta sneaked away to his room inside the Villa and typed out the following message.

From the Rosian Ministry of Foreign Affairs-To the Fascian Government:

The Island of Rose did not send a terrorist to your nation. If you wish to cause us harm, we will counter. Our nuclear armaments and our superiorly
trained Army is ready to go to war if you launch an attack. Remember,
an attack on the Island usually proves to be a bad thing. Especially when it
is purposeful.
-Rosta Einvach

Reinhard sat at his desk, praying to keep ties with the Rosian government. He didn't want to cause a nuclear holocaust. Just then, the door burst open. A secretary ran in, slamming her fist down on the table ontop of a memo:

Gunman. Captured. Fascian Border.

Reinhard leaped from his chair, "Aid! Get Sergei on the phone, stat!"

The aid ran from the room. Reinhard picked up the red phone, "Lower readiness to Defcon 3..."

Sergei looked at the ringing phone. "Who's calling me now...." He picked it up, looking outside his window as soldiers patrolled Rose City. These things kind of happen when you're on Defcon 1. Already the Rosians were told to stay in their homes and go underground. They lived in one story flats they did, Government made. But I'm sure you don't need to do that.

The Fascian Aid spoke. "Reinhard needs to speak with you."

Sergei's right eye started twitching again. "That lying bastard wants to speak to me?"

The Aid gasped. "How dare you insult der Furehr! Sieg Heil mein Furehr!"

Sergei sighed. "Just put him on the phone..."

The Aid sighed. "Fine..."

As the Aid started connecting Reinhard to the line, Sergei had a meaningless thought in his mind. Is he so supposedly important he has to tell an aid to call him? Oy. He shook his head. Gah, I need to calm down.

Reinhard picked up the phone,"Hello. I have lowered our readiness to Defcon 3. We got the gunman aswell. He is not Rosian and we are sorry for the accusations. It's just we've never had terrorist activity until you came. His name is.." the Fuhrer looks down at a sheet of paper,"Isac von Riventropp. He was aiming for your head. Luckily he missed. But, none-the-less, I suggest we have a join readiness lowering back to the minimum readiness over the next twenty-four hours (NS). During this time, we will try and discuss the alliance and/or pact again."

Sergei chuckled. "Always the vons trying to kill me, that's the second assasination attempt against me." He shook his head. "But that's normal for a Rosian."

He grinned. "I'll lower my readiness to normal level." Clacking of the keyboard could be heard. A bloop, like that AOL bloop was heard. But personally I hate AOL. I mean, what's wrong with MSN? And why do people Google? Cough, sorry. I'm heading off track.

From President Sergei Ilyanov:
To Rosian Forts:

You are to stand down to normal readiness levels. Nuclear weapons are to be at standard normal levels. I repeat, go back to Defcon 5.
Sergei Ilyanov
President of The Island of Rose Click.

He yawned. "Done. It should be lowered in 12 hours. Do you want to discuss the pact here?"

"Ah, wonderful. And the pact, just a standard military, economic, political support sort of thing. Standard really. Do you agree? 'Scuse me, one second." Reinhard pulled away from the phone shortly. "Sergei, Isac has been 'pacified'... He won't be bothering you anymore. Now, what about the pact? Agree to it on such standings?"

Secret IC:
Isac was pushed out of the camp's gates, he was handed a new ID, new social security card, new government housing, the works. One of the guards pointed to a rather shabby but working car several yards away, the nodded... Isac was released...

Isac went to the car and found an envelope in the seat. He quickly opened it and read:

Dear Isac,
I'am glad to hear you are alright. God was with you. Yet, I'am saddened that you failed in your attempts. God must have a plan for it. A time will come when Yawneh will make the opening for us to stop the evils of the world. But for know, here is some cash to get you some food, some good television, and what-not. You'll also find a Bible with this letter. I hope it brings you many blessings.

God Bless,
Ray Redfirm

Isac looked over in the passenger seat and saw the Bible, and he pulled the 1,000 Confederate Dollars, in cash, from the envelope, sliding it into his back pocket. He started the car, and drove off into the night...

Sergei cleared his throat. "About that. The part I want to talk about is the military factor. We should make it optional. As you know the Island is part of NATO and you are part of the Right Wing Collective."

He chuckled. "And as you know, they want us dead. So it might lead to complications. Also, we very different. I would give you political support, but only if it doesn't contradict my other alliances. These are my only concerns."

He waits.

"Of-course it is optional. I wouldn't want to back you if you attacked teh RWC now would I? Of-course not. And you shalt be worrying about Isac no more. It appears he was alone in his efforts. Agreed now?"

Sergei chuckled. "Excellent. Just e-mail the form at president@villa.ros and I'll sign it and send it to you."

Email To Sergei:

To: president@villa.ros
From: Zitadelle@Facses.naz

Upon the signing of the following The Island Of Rose and The Fascist Confederacy here-by agree not to attack one-another and to support eachother in deemed respectable military operations, economy, health, and politics. This pact will extend for the next 110 years.

Signed,
Reinhard Heydrich, Fuhrer Of The Fascist Confederacy
_________________________, President Of The Island Of Rose

Reply:
To: president@villa.ros
From: Zitadelle@Facses.naz

Upon the signing of the following The Island Of Rose and The Fascist Confederacy here-by agree not to attack one-another and to support eachother in deemed respectable military operations, economy, health, and politics. This pact will extend for the next 110 years.

Signed,
Reinhard Heydrich, Fuhrer Of The Fascist Confederacy
Sergei Ilyanov, President Of The Island Of Rose