NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Since i couldnt get anyone else to help or join in with the other RP, this one takes place three years later, after everything has setteled down.

I need someone to play the role of a terrorist nation, along with anyone else who can think of anything else to do

Ignore the other post, i messed up on title


IC:

The president of three years shuffles through his papers on his desk. The second election is coming up, and he has to present his case to the council members. He sighs and lays back in his imported leather chair and takes a trip into his own memory.

Three years ago, after the bloody 5 day war, as it came to be known, he was elected as the first president of Chinlanikistan. He was favored to gain maybe the 8th or 9th seat in the council, but surprisingly, he received a call one morning, letting him know he had become president.

He had done plenty of great things, as a first president, hadn't he? He strengthened the economy, trained the military, opened up schools for boys. He had been fair to the people. During his three year reign, he only had 6 people executed. What about international affairs? Perhaps the council would want a president that can speak to other nations. During his three years, not once had he strengthened any ties in the nations. Perhaps, if he should win his second election, he would do just that. The people had favored him the first time, but this time the decision was not in the hands of the people, but that of the councils.

A knock on his door jolts him out of dreamland, and he immediatly reaches for the gun in his desk. "Mr.President, sir, may i come in?" it was his intern. Why had he been so jumpy? Oh well. He allows the intern in. "What is it?" "We just received information about who your going to be running against in the upcoming year. They have just been nominated." He holds up a brown envelope. The president takes it and orders him out. Walking slowly back to his desk he sits down, and opens the envelope. Two stacks of stapled papers are pulled out. The first one contains information about a Sajan Mohama. That name sounded familar, he was one of the lucky prison survivors from the 5 day war, originally ordered to be executed. The second face was completly unfamilar, infact, he looked almost to be of European descent. His name was Maddas Neissuh.

How would he compete against a military veteran like Sajan?? Perhaps he should go on a campaign. Now even though the decision isnt in the hands of the people, the people still have a strong say in who becomes president, as they can convince the council members. If the council members dont listen to the people, then they may find themselves out of a job soon. Its all another part of the grand scheme labeled politics.

Then, for some odd reason, maybe instinct, the president ducked under his desk, and pulled out his pistol. Almost a second later, a shot rang through, and shattered the window behind where he had been sitting. If he had been a second late, the bullet surely would have penetrated his skull, killing him. The door in his office slammed open, as his personal guards came into the room, guns aimed around. The president crawled out from under the desk, and ran to the door. The story was on CINN news minutes later.

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ooc: Do you want me to rp the terrorists?

Out of breath, Neelix enters the Room of Knowledge Sought, finding the Council of Elders in heated discussion. Minutes earlier, he had received a message from Martok, ordering him to come to the Councilcityvehicle. News had come of a terrorist attack directed at the president of Chinlanikistan. He hadn’t even heard of the country before, so why was it so important for the Council, he wondered.

Ah, Neelix, You’re here. Elder Adsel says. Now listen up, we want you to do the following. In the next half hour, Neelix listens intently to the instructions given him by the Council of Elders. More than once these instructions are debated and changed again, but finally the Council Sends him out, to do their bidding.

He retreats to his office, and starts dictating a telegram to the president of Chinlanikistan. After sending it, he places a new vacancy for Ambassador on the net. He then grabs his coffee cup, only to find that the contents are cold. While shivers run down his spine, he swallows the liquids, and pours himself a new cup. It’s going to be a long night, He thinks. better to stay awake.

Want me to rp the Terrorists?

On top of a building a lone sniper looks down on her target. Damn, she mummers. Kito is going to have my head for this. She begins to dismantle the rifle she used in her attempt to assasinate the president of Chinlanikistan and in three swift motions she puts the pieces in a canvas bag made to appear as a harmless knapsack. She swings it over her right shoulder and heads towards the buildings rooftop intrance.

Why did he have to choose the leader of such a rundown place like this? , she thought to herself as she opened the door to the twenty-third floor and proceeded to press the down button for the elevator. She was so lost in her train of thought that she barely noticed the stranger that was suddenly beside her.

Excuse me, are you from around here?, the stranger asked.
Huh? , she replayd, turning her head to face the young man who stood before her. Her cheeks began to dicolour as prongs of embarrasment swept over her. She was momentarily lost of words but she quickly regained her composure. Oh, no I'm actually quite new. I'm here on buisness., she says. Really? in that case I'll feel honored to take you on a tour of the city , he tells her.

The young assassin looks around the corrider for any means to end this conversation. As she stood there with a dumbstruck look on her face the elevator opened.Saved by the bell, she says to herself quitly as she enters the elevator. Wait hold on , the man cries after her. Maybe next time, she tells him as the doors close. She lets out a sigh of relief, I seriously must get out of this perverted country.

(ooc: Great, don't ask, just do. I like your train of thought.)

excellent, dont ask, just do it..nice.



Several days after the attempted assassination on the president, he has stayed locked up in his home. Finally he contacts the press and tells them to relay this following message to the general public

"A 100,000 peno reward will be given to anyone who can catch or properly describe the assassin who attempted to kill the president. "

Immediatly, several calls were placed in. One of the most memorable was one guy who kept calling several times, of the descriptions he gave, he perfectly described American actor Brad Pitt, Former German dictator Adolf Hitler, and Former American president John F Kennedy. The president soon gave up, and repealed the reward.

...ring,ring,ring

In a low key motel in the city suburb, the assassin is jolted from her sleep by the ringing of her phone. She darts a glance at the bedside clock. 3:00am, who the hell could that be? , she wonders to herself. She reaches for the cell phone resting on the small table to her left.
Hello, who is this? , she says.

Good-morning Honor. , the voice on the other end replies.

Kito?, is that you

Your target has survived. The reason as to why,you will explain when you arraive.

But Kito...

I said later. Now try to get back without rising any alarms. There is a reward on your head and you know that we will disassociate ourselves with you if You are cuptured.

Yes I know

Good
The line went dead after that.

The president, still shook up over the attempted execution, places the country under martial law. The security is twice as tight, and random searches have begun on houses, people, and even national parks. 5 people were arrested, but found not guilty, and sent home with an "official apology" from the government. The council has called off the election until the assassin was caught, hoping that in the case of one of the candiates hired the assassin, they would turn them in.

(Background info

Honor Heshinsi was a garduate of Tokyo University where she double majored in physics and computer technology. Because of her special gifts in those fields, she was highly sought after by many underground splinter groups looking for a technical advantage against their adversaries.

One such splinter group is the N.L.F(National Liberation Front). The N.L.F is a broad rebel organization who didicated their lives to the eradication of what they considered as capitalist war-mongers from Asian soil. The N.L.F has been connected with well over thirty three terrorist acts in the last decade alone. The 2008 Beijing Olympic attacks, the 2011 Tokyo Economic Summit attacks, and more recently the 2021 Hong Kong commuter train incident are among the groups most well documented acts of terrorism.

In the summer of 2022 the N.L.F came knocking on Honor's door. The temptation of refusal was not an option for Honor. To put it simply, once the N.L.F thinks you're important for their operations, you either serve or you die, and dying wasn't a priority on Honor's mind. She was quickly introduced to citizen lieutenant Kito Morgansen, the man incharge of the N.L.F's tactical operations. Kito didn't like the idea of recruiting from the capitalist Japanese, but he couldn't openly challange the decision of his superiors. So, to determine how loyal Honor's commitment to the group where, he sent her on a solo mission to assasinate the president of some back-water country called Chinlanikistan.

The idea behind it was simple, either she accomplishes her task or dies trying. Both ways it is a win-win situation for the N.L.F. If she dies they get rid of a possible mole, if she succeeds Chinlanikistan is not a capitalist nation so the N.L.F wont draw any fire. However she nether succeeds nor dies and for all its worth she is now a hunted fugitive.

* next post will continue the story from where I left off*

p.s. how do you think the rp is going so far? tell me what you think.

OOC: excellent. Send me a telegram, we can discuss plans for later.