NationStates Jolt Archive

This morning, the terrorist orginization known as 'The resistance' made a public statement, via hijacking a television broadcast tower. They had this to say:

"Greetings, a**holes! For years now, we've been operating in secret, but now that we have the power, we've decided to go public. And we have a simple message: RISE UP! Over the years, the corporations have been watching you, regulating your life, making sure that if you slip up, you're deleted without a trace. You know what they're doing, but you refuse to change it, so now, we give you a choice: Rise up, or continue your lives as pawns. Which would you prefer? And as for the corporations who wish to stamp us out: come and get us. We've spread ourselves out, no longer in plaid zone, but almost everywhere. We've nearly decimated the plaidzone Cintech HQ, and now, we come for you.

Keep watching your security monitors..."

Your offer has tempted us. We as a people and as a conglomerate cannot stand back and let ourselves be threatened and oppressed. We must rise up and crush those that stand in our way and we must do so with a devastating power. We have therefore come to the decision that he Plaid Zone must be destroyed with immediate effect and so it will be done.

Bureaucrat of the Drum God Empire

To: Drum gods
From: Dash T. of plaid zone

STOP! Plaid zone is not the one you're after! The resistance is our enemy, too! They are NOT part of our nation! I repeat, do NOT invade us!

ZSOG HQ, underground somewhere in Zanziik
"There's a strange signal coming from a Plaid Zone television channel now sir, want to see it?"
"Yes, put it on." Said Admiral Kingsley Patton. The picture jumped onto the wall sized screen and the definition was so clear you could see the mans scars.

"Greetings, a**holes! For years now, we've been operating in secret, but now that we have the power, we've decided to go public. And we have a simple message: RISE UP! Over the years, the corporations have been watching you, regulating your life, making sure that if you slip up, you're deleted without a trace. You know what they're doing, but you refuse to change it, so now, we give you a choice: Rise up, or continue your lives as pawns. Which would you prefer? And as for the corporations who wish to stamp us out: come and get us. We've spread ourselves out, no longer in plaid zone, but almost everywhere. We've nearly decimated the plaidzone Cintech HQ, and now, we come for you.

Keep watching your security monitors..."

"My god," gasped Patton. "These anti-capitalists keep popping up every where. Send in two teams."
"Yes sir, any preference?"
"Thirty seven and forty two."
"Yes sir!"

ZSOG Briefing room, underground somewhere in Zanziik

"Alright teams, we have a new mission for you. Prep and meet at Heli-pad fourteen at o-six-hundred hours. Move out."

ZSOG Multi-Purpose Transport Helicopter, flying over Zanziik airspace

"So whats the mission HQ?" asked Corporal James Flivin over his sattelite headset. The answer was barely audible over the roar of the rotor.
"New socialist terrorist cell in Plaid Zone. Take them down, obtain intel on their leader, the usual. This should be easy enough, but remember. There are sixteen of you and thousands of them. Get the leader, get some intel, meet with the local capitalist defensive, and get back home. Your weapons won't keep you fully safe, so use stealth."
"Roger HQ. Any special info on the leader?"
"Not yet, all we know is that he's very sadistic and very wealthy. We think he may use bio weapons. That's the reason for the intel."

Meanwhile, in a small underground room....

"Atlas! Atlas!" cried the recruit as he bolted into the room, "The drum gods have declared war!"
Atlas turned from the rifle he had been attempting to clean and let out a long, audible sigh. "Very well. I doubt plaid zone will let them into thier borders, so I think we need to bring the fight to them. I want 3 operatives inserted in the drum gods' border by midnight, understood?" the recruit immediately snapped to attention. "Yes, sir!" and bolted off. Atlas turned back to the dismantled rifle and continued cleaning it as before.

ZSOG Multi-Purpose Transport Helicopter, somewhere over Plaid Zonian airspace

"Zeus, this is Echo. Bogey onscreen, be advised."
"Roger that Echo, flyin' low and stayin' slow."
"Roger."
With that the two ZSOG helicopters dove as close to the jungle as they could without ripping up trees, and watched as an unidentified helicopter flew over them, not detecting them. They wondered only briefly where they were going, then flew on. They were to drop the egg in the nest and wait in a neutral zone for extraction of the chicks. The men in back started preparing for a fast rope onto a 'Resistance' compound and carry out their mission.

"Ok, we don't need to send any troops. All we need is some distance war. Send over a couple of ballistics."

The General wasn't prepared to deploy troops for an invasion but he still intended to crush these rebels even if it meant bringing down an entire nation. Within minutes 8 Ballistic missiles roared away from their silos headed for the capital of Plaid Zone.....

In the jungle below, things were a bit less calm as four figures tried to keep low.

"Oh crap. That was a transport!" said one of the figures after a long spat of silence.
"But what do you think they're here for?" spoke another figure
"What do you think? They're an anti-resistance squad! THEY WANT TO FREAKIN' KILL US!!!!"
"I knew this wasn't a good place for a launch site..." said the third figure, currently curled up into a little ball.
"Shut up. Maybe they won't be noticed..."
"Not likely...once they see the cleared out trees, they'll be suspicious...we have to draw them away before the second helicopter launches."
"Right. I'm on it." spoke the fourth figure.

The fourth figure then got up and hefted a heavy bolt weapon, aiming at the helicopter, and fired wildly.

In the plaid zone capital building:

"Oh man, we're totally screwed..."

The monitor above showed several ballistic missiles inbound. Evacuation of the city had already begun, and the AMS cannon battery in the nearby military base had been activated. the president, however, had insisted that if the capital goes, he would go, too.

President plaidy paced the room (as best as a legless floating head-thing could) and popped a few more tylenol in his mouth. "are they still headed for us?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh man, we're totally screwed..."

To: drum gods
From: Dash T. of plaid zone

YOU FRIGGIN' IDIOTS!

We told you not to attack us. Did you listen? No. We told you to attack the terrorists, not us. No, you couldn't do that, either. Now you are firing BLOODY MISSILES at the CAPITOL! THERE AREN'T ANY TERRORISTS IN THE CAPITOL!!!!

This is considered a declaration of war. The 1st infantry and the 1st draconian are on thier way to your country. Good day, sir.

ZSOG Multi-Purpose Transport Helicopter, somewhere over Plaid Zonian airspace

The helicopter was built to last. It had three inch thick armor on all of its surfaces, but it had one fatal design flaw. The armor over the engine ventilation shaft, a necessary peice of the copter, was much thinner, only one inch at the thickest point due to the small size of the spot and the need for thin plating on the highly overheatable part. This would be the end of the bird and the crew. The bullet, although wild, hit straight through the shaft and the engine blew. The helicopter plummeted to the ground in the jungle and caught fire. But the team made it out. With the help of four of his men, Corporal Flivin got the three wounded men out of the bird and they ran. The helicopter exploded as they got ten feet away, and shrapnel hit Flavin in the back. He was blown fourteen feet into the air and hit a tree, feeling at least four bones break. Oh man, that can't be good. he thought quickly. He wanted unconsciousness to come, so the pain would end. But miraculously, painfully, it did not, and Flavin stayed conscious while his men came and worked on him to the extent of their skill.

"Holy crap!" One of the figures yelled, "You shot it down! You shot down a friggin helicopter!"

The figure with the boltgun nodded.

"Alright, let's get to the takeoff zone. They might need assistance."

The four figures then rushed through the woods.

Flavin had broken three ribs and was, mysteriously, missing an entire rib! It seemed to have vaporized when he hit the tree, and it was doubted he would ever fully recover. But miraculously, he could walk. It was very strange. But they weren't worried about that. They were down in a foreign country, with only four eighths of the company fully operational, and one eighth barely able to walk. They had to keep moving though, the wreckage would draw un wanted attention, and Echo bird had kept moving towards the drop zone, not noticing their missing comrades. The squadron decided to move out towards the drop zone and meet up with the others there. They would have to move slowly though, so as not to attract attention, and also because Flavin could bearly walk. They set of heading north with their wounded comrades over their shoulders.

A declaration of war from you means nothing to us. You will be crushed and we will take your nation for ourselves.

Bureaucrat of the Drum God Empire
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Member of GDODAD, Allied to Metus
Member of the Right Wing Collective
A January 2003 Nation

Goverment Headquarters in Puke.

"Hmm" The minister then sighed Solemly upon hearing the mysterious transmission.

Minutes later Jecht Ackbar started to speak to his fellow aides, a strong sense of unity coming from his deep-toned voice.

"You know the procedure.....Send the message"

The black-suited aide then nodded, before making his way out of the area to deliever the message.

------Encrypted Message to Plaid Zone terrorists------

We see your despair...And if... and when the time comes.. we shall allow you access to Northern Albania..As for supplies we will discuss this more as time goes on...

In the jungle...

"Roger that, recon, we've got a bird crashed on the perimeter, we don't know if it's friend or foe...use caution"

The small recon crew had been sent in to see what had happened. A helicopter had just crashed, and the base was in a panic that it might be ours. We really need to get our facts straight. , said chief West, recon leader. If we don't even know whose helicopter this is... hearing voices, he stopped. "Hold position." he said to his team. He raised his baretta pistol and crept forward. "What do you see, chief?" asked a newbie in the field. "I don't know. i think they might be corporate. Alright...seeing as how we're the only squad with radios, one of us should stay back to report any trouble we may encounter." he was met by a mass 'roger that' by his crew. Then, slowly, the squad moved through the underbrush...

*Encrypted message*

Thank you, eternal dragons. We'll keep you posted. If possible, we would be willing to buy any weaponry you could sell us. As for now, though, ciao.

*End message*

"Any damage reports in about the Plaid Zone missile attacks?,"asked the General.

"Nothing yet,"replied his Junior Lieutenant,"Any minute now though."

They waited silently.

the AMS cannons fired. Only 5 of them hit.

Three warheads struck the capitol, rendering 7/10ths of it uninhabitable. The capitol building held, however, and president plaidy survived with major concussion injuries.

Meanwhile, in space, plaid zone's one and only orbital defense platform roared to life, launching it's payload of 6 chemical fusion warheads at drum gods' major cities, while powering up the solaris cannon, and preparing to fry the capitol...

Ooc: yes, this uses up my orbital platform. DAMMIT! And in case you're wondering, the capitol of plaid zone is HUGE, so rendering 7/10ths uninhabitable is MAJOR damage.

OOC: Hey, I don't really RP any future tech everything I do is strictly modern tech. Consequently, I could either pull out of this RP and you forget everything I did or I could make up future tech that a nation of my size and power would probably have which would be significantly more powerful in terms of both defence and attack than yours.

Your call.

ooc: whatever you want, it'd be cool if you made a future tech army, though.

Zulu Transport Crashsite, somewhere in the Plaid Zonian Jungle

1st petty officer Mike Chadburn was the first to see the hostiles creeping up towards their position. Due to Corporal Flavins' inability to command, Captain John Mincin had taken the position of Acting-Commander for the rest of the misiion until further orders from Echo team. Chadburn told Mincin of the hostiles and was told to act like he didn't notice anything. "Wait for them to bring it to us," muttered Mincin, "Fire when they are at ten feet, pass it on."
"Aye, sir."
He passed the order to all of the able men, only two other men now, and clenched his P90 submachine gun tightly. They waited for the natives to get into range.

----Encrypted Message to the terrorists-------

We would be willing to lend the following weaponary from our reserve stocks:

250 M-29 Mortar 81mm With shells
2000 M136 At4---With Ammunition crates
300 F1M-92A Stinger
35 SR- 25 with amunition crates.
3000 Ak47-'s

In return for these we would like intel perhaps on the military of Drum gods and your Home-based nation. This way in gaining their intel we would have a much clearer picture of their forces, and maybe with enough intel borrow some of their custom designs.

As for transfer of the arms, we shall it through custom-made cruise liners near your designated area. And from their it shall either be loaded into underground tunnels,or stored in warehouses.

---End of message-----

OOC: Bit of info on the whereabouts of this place like the surroundings cities rivers etc..

ooc: whatever you want, it'd be cool if you made a future tech army, though.

OOC: The basic problem is I have no knowledge of future tech and so could not RP it realistically if that's possible. I would prefer to stick to modern tech.

*encrypted message*
To: eternal dragons
From: the resistance

Underground tunnels would be preferred, and though we don't have much intel on the drum gods, we do have the blueprints for plaid zone's 'soviet' burst rifles, which we could give you in exchange for your hospitality.

*end message*

ooc: Ok. Well, I don't know. You're on your own then. Do whatever.

From: Gen. Ralin Paul (The Empire of Nerotika)
To: Plaid Zone

Our empire has been working on a new type of geneticly enhaced being that might make your fighting go alot smoother. We currently have 5 of what we call Superbeings being put into service. We would be glad if your would test them out for us in combat. They wont fail you but the most that could happen is them getting loose. Respond imeddiatly if you would like to use our superbeings.

Sincerly,

Ralin Paul of The Nerotikan Army

in the jungle...

"On my command" chief west said, "Ready? 1...2...3...NOW!"

The brush erupted in fire. The 7 who had moved forward to strike were going ballistic. The sound of west's baretta was drowned out by the rattling of MAC 10 uzis, burst rifles, and even a lasgun. Ammunition crowded the air.

Little did they know they had been heard beforehand...

-----Encrypted memo to the terrorists-----

We shall commence transfer of arms shortly..And we also wish if you and your opratives could find more about Drum Gods forces..As for your burst rifles..We shall decline and would rather obtain info on Drum god blueprints...


-----End message----
OOC: Bit of info on the whereabouts of this place like the surroundings cities rivers etc..

To: Gen. Ralin Paul
From: Dash T. of plaid zone

We would love to make use of this new project, specifically against the drum gods forces. Just arrange an LZ and we'll work something out.

*Encrypted message*
To: eternal dragons
From: The resistance

I apologize, we don't have anything in the way of drum gods blueprints.
they are a fairly new contact to plaid zone, and even newer to us.

From: Gen. Ralin Paul of Nerotika
To: Dash T. of Plaid Zone

We thank you for accepting our offer. The solders will be dropped in a sercure location 600 yards west from your capital. We will send them in VIA XM-319 Hovering Pillican transport plane. If we get their before you our Pillican will hover in place till you get there. Again we thank you for testing our new creations. Also the 5 we are sending will be good for night missions we have injected a type of serume making it able for thewm to see perfectly in the dark. They also have a great accuracy for like a sniper unit or somthing. so for their 9/10 in target practice.

Sincerly,

Ralin Paul

-----Encypted Message-----

Well we have just had reports from our intel about the various dangers across our nation....Therefore we cannot aid you at this current time....

======End message--========

Zulu Squadron Helicopter Crashsite, somewhere in the Plaid Zonian Jungle

"FIRE!" yelled Mincin. The three other men brought up their weapons, and Mincin shot many shot very fast from his P90, and when it was out, he pulled out his pistol and started pumping lead into the brush where return fire was now coming from. He saw a bullet go through Chadburn's head, and he died immediately. This infuriated Mincin even more, and he threw a fragmentation grenade at the sound of an uzi. He watched the explosion and felt the bullet rip through his arm. Felt his bone shatter as the bullet hit it, and collapsed.

In the jungle...

"Back down! Back down!"

The firefight had gotten intense. These corporates were accurate, and apparently they had grenades...4 of his crew was dead, leaving only him and 2 others. However, the firing had apparently stopped.

"What the hell happened?" Chief west yelled. "Who the heck are these people?"

"Well, whoever they are," said one of the remaining crew, "I think we blew them all to hell..."

"Alright." said the chief, putting a fresh clip into his pistol. One of you, go back to where we left our communications equipment. The other will come with me and clear the area..."

ZSOG Multi-Purpose Helicopter Zulu crashsite, somewhere in the Plaid Zonian jungle
Staff Seargent Joe Mackenzie hadn't died. If fact, he was quite the opposite. He had faked his own death by putting blood from his dead commander onto his face, and now he watched as the two of the enemy walked past slowly. He could tell they weren't professional, they would have shot everyone to make sure they were gone. He would use it to his advantage. When the second man passed again, he drew his knife and quickly stood up. He grabbed the man by the throat and held his knife one centimeter from the mans neck. He used him as a human sheild and called to the other man.

"Drop the gun or your buddy gets it."

While this was happening his hand was reaching down his belt for his pistol.