NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: All nations who can RP and NOT godmode is welcome to join in. I shall post H2s geographical information or map as soon as i can(i have to produce it yet).

This will soon turn into a civil war that i would like other nations to help out in.

IC:
Tony creeped down the stairs of his grey boat house, he clutched in his hands a file that would tell the world what H2 was really like. It was not as it seemed. From the first days of Hotdogs2's History there was strict filtering of news going out to the world, the government wanted H2 to look clean, but now, tony could show the world the truth!

As tony reached the last step he heard shouts, quickly followed by a crack of a riffle. There was no time to lose. He made a giant leap to the other side of the boathouse, missed, grabbed for the top of the deck and caught hold of a rope; quickly clambering up he jumped into the single motorboat in sight, a small, older style boat, powered by two quiet but powerful engines.

As Tony sat down in his seat and turned the key there was a crash as the door above him was opened. Before the soldiers eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the room there was the sound of two rapid shots being fired, aimed at the mans heart. The bullets flew straight, the soldier had no chance. As the next few soldiers bundled into the room Tony was already driving away...

Not long after, in a small seaside town somewhere along the coast of the continent H2 was situated, a small motorboat pulled into the harbour. In it was a grizled young man, fevered from continuous contact with sea spray.

As the man Stumbled out a man ran up to him, exchanged a few words and ran to a waiting car along with a folder the man had been holding.

As soon as the man reached the car and passed on the folder the car sped away. They had succeded, they had managed to smuggle from Hotdogs2 documents that they knew, would mean H2 would soon be on its way to a more democratic way...or so they hoped.

The Empire of Xeraph wishes to help disperse your info. We have a Secret Service Recon Squad that can transport you and up to 9 others to a safe-house within Xeraph.

Should civil war break out in your country, Xeraph will support your Team.

respectfully,

Lt. Col. Carnes, EX SS

OOC: Thanks Xeraph.

IC:

The man in the boat was a much bedraggled Tony.

" Quick mate! Those people in that car are going to get some help for you, but we need to go to the RV point, hurry! "

" ...Waa...Waaaa...ttt...er...*Tony Gulped in the air, he was a dying man " pll..eas...se "

" Sure mate, i got a bottle " Gordon Tipped the bottle over tony's parched lips, in the three days tony had been at sea for, resting in small bays and not daring to leave the boat, he had not had much to drink, only the measly supply of water in the boats rations.

Gordon dragged Tony along, it was only 5am but soon the fishermen would be out, although it was winter their boats had to be repaired for use next summer, and most of the workers here liked to do that quickly before it got to late in winter and the blizzards came.

Gordon wasnt the strongest of men though, and very soon they had to stop to rest. Tony drank some more water from a nearby tap in someones garden, creeping through a hole in the hedge. Gordon got out his radio alarm, if he pulled the pin out then a radio beam would alert his allies of his whearabouts, but the chances were that the echelon would also receive the message and send some of their secret service personnel to pick them up.

As tony returned, looking stronger for the water he drunk, Gordon pocketed the radio alarm and looked at Tony. What he saw was a sad looking man, aged significantly although he was young. Being a member of their organisation was very stressful and full of dangers.

At Nightful Tony and Gordon were near the RV point, and upon a quick exchange of words gordon pulled the pin out, Tony, although gordon did not know it, was going to die, he has a bullet lodged in his chest, edging closer to his heart. the sooner he got his information accross the sooner he could die, only by his great will power though could he do that.

The squad leader, known only as "the Dutchman", signalled his team forward.
"OK men, we have been charged with locating a guy with some info that will establish the true conditions in his country, presumably to foster a civil war that will free his people. We need to be quick and clean.........no screw ups."

The team, called Katana-1, silently signaled their understanding of the situation. There were only 6 of them, but a more organised, more deadly squad would be hard to come by. Their cumulative experience in these matters eclipsed their age, and they had completed 17 previous missions with astonishing success.

As the stealth BlackHawk HCGS dropped them into the cold sea, they quickly got ashore under the cover of a moonless night. They were relatively lightly armed: SP-48 rifles, skort Katana swords, Marine Kabar knives, an assortment of miniature electronic gear.

" Our last reported coordinates showed our man approximately 44 klicks south south east of here, hoping to sneak out of the country with the info. He had a virtual army looking for him."

OOC: This is only a quick RP for now

IC: Gordon and Tony sat shivering in the undergrowth of a ditch.

" theyll be here anytime now " said Gordon. He looked calm and collective outwardly but he was a misture of fear and pain inside. he could leave Tony here to die, and pass on the message himself, that would make sure that the message went on to the so called "Dutchman" and his squad, from which the message could pass on to the world. But if he did tht he knew he would never be able to live with himself, knowing that because of of hisown fear he had let someone die, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was murder...

Not long after Gordon could not restrain himself from slepping, and he followed Tonys lead and lay down on his coat.

When he woke up, he and Tony were being carried upon two mens backs, dressed in camoflaged suits with no insignia or markings, other than one man at the front, he wore a black balaclava and not a grey and brown one as all the other did. Gordon assumed that he was their leader. as he looked about him he managed to count 4men, he wasnt sure if there were more, he thought there probably were, he knew how a squad worked, he had been trained himself by some of the best Hotdogian specail forces when he had been part of the marines, but that seemed a centuary ago to him, in the days when he was patriot and brain washed.

OOC: the squads yours Xeraph, you may want to go back and say how you found gordon, feel free to RP it all the way up to when my people are in your country and then i will post the file them man had, and start a new thread with the proper civil war(fighting and all that, lol)

can rp whats godmodding :rolleyes:
Harlesburgs in?

Can Doublethinkland join?? :rolleyes: I'd be pro-government though...LONG LIVE TYRANNY!! :D

OOC:
Hi there, I would like to bring in a new element into your conflict if possible. What if I, Akrozia, were to be a nation that would actually BENEFIT from your nation falling apart in civil war. I would like to play the part of offering an alliance to the current empire (RP-wise), and providing some serious military assistance on the outbreak of hostilities. (Maybe attacking targets from a different direction?)

P.S. I am also talking to my friend who runs Pratosa, and seeing as his nation is all 'goody two shoes' he would like to assist the rebels... damned good guys... :D
(We tried to start a war between us, but no one was interested)
Oh and one more question, future or modern tech?

Anyhow, enough with me blabbering, onto the fun!

RP SECTION:

Foreign Minister Adrian Granger quickly hussled himself through the huge granite walls of the People's Chambers towards the Emperor's Throne Room. Despite having worked within these walls for almost fifteen years, their huge black granite sides and the strange shifting colours of the stained glass windows always made Granger feel somewhat ill, if not physically then mentally. "Why does the Emperor have to surround himself with such gloomy spaces?" he murmured as his stomach groaned in agreeance with him. He soon came to where he wanted to be, and stopped in front of the door. Behind this door was Emperor Bahden Khaler, leader of the Akrozian empire, and one of the darkest and most fearsome men Granger had ever met...

As he entered the Emperor's Throne room Granger shivered involuntarily, the room was dark, and at one end, in the only ray of light within the room, sat Emperor Khaler himself, his flowing black robe making his civilian nickname of the 'Black Lord' seem quite adequate at the time. Granger instantly, robotlike, dropped his head and knelt in the posture of respect. "My lord, I bear news that may be of interest to you"

"Unless you have told me Pratosa has collapsed in on itself and has disappeared off this planet I do not wish to hear it."

Granger looked up, "My lord, it is news from a land not to far off called Hotdogs2" Emperor Kahler lifted an eyebrow in mock surprise as he read a dossier handed to him by some person who seemed to appear from out of the shadows, "Hotdogs2, an odd name for an empire, but you have intrigued me, go on"

Granger spoke quickly, lest the Emperor lose patience with him, "This empire, it is like ours and seems to follow a similar path. Intelligence has recently stated that an incident occured that may be of benefit to us. One of their people escaped with some sensitive information, and rumors are saying it could start a war within the country. I have personally taken the measure of sending a diplomatic envoy to the current leadership offering military assistance should such an incident occur, howev...."

"YOU DID AN EXECUTIVE ACTION WITHOUT MY BLESSING GRANGER!" Boomed Kahler. "HOW DARE YOU SEND AN ENVOY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! NO SUCH ACTIONS TAKE PLACE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!" He drew a pistol from his robe and proceeded to shoot Granger in the head, he stormed up to the body and loosed another two rounds into his eyes as he screamed "AND NO ONE DOES ANYTHING WITHOUT MY BLESSING! NO ONE!"

The chamber fell silent, and Emperor Khaler sat down on his throne and began to think as an aide came and began to drag Granger's body away. An Alliance with a powerful nation nearby under direct threat of civil war. Maybe he could use this to his advantage, send in the military assistance, and in turn, offer them the chance to help in the creation of the ultimate nation, a nation that would make all others bow before it.

Kahler looked at the body being dragged away and smiled sadistically, "I like the way you think Granger, if you weren't dead I might have even given you a small pay rise" he flicked his hand as if he was swatting a fly, "but no matter... AIDE! GET ME A COMMUNICATION WITH THE MINISTER FOR WAR! We go to the aide of this nation, this, Hotdogs2" as the aide ran off, more in fear of being shot for being too slow than for the sake of the order, Kahler sat and thought again.

"Hotdogs2, what a funny name!" he pondered to no one in particular...

OOC: So yeah, although it doesn't look as such, Akrozia is actually interested in working side by side with the current leadership of Hotdogs2 (AKA the bad guys)... Can we play?
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OOC: im glad to see more interest being taken into this thread of mine, although i must mention this isnt the war thread, my plan is to release the documents in this thread but a new twist to the story shall happen on another thread, and that thread shall the the fighting thread.

This is modern tech, Akrozia, your RP is quite impressive, feel free to join in.

Harlesburg, you can join if you show me you can RP, so Rp something like your nations reaction to the message i send out(the one from the folder)

Doublethinkland, did you get your name from the book 1984? if so, cool, its a good book, if not cool anyway. I would let you join but before that i would need to see if you can RP or not, i need nations who will carry on with the RP till then end really, because i want a proper war. the same goes for you as it does go for Harlesburg.

The amount of military personnel you can put into this war doesnt matter too much, a few battalions if more than enough to RP with, too many makes the war complicated.

This is NOT the WAR THREAD, this thread is about the message i am about to RP!

A war thread will be opened as soon as possible.


IC: As Gordon handed over the folder to Dutchman he knew he had nearly accomplished his mission. Soon, the world would know what Hotdogs2 was really like. He would live to see a new, better hotdogs2!

That night, when the two hotdogian Rebels were away from the squad Tony had talked to Gordon, “ So you see, you must take that burden, because only you can make sure our plans go ahead…I would do this myself but my life is short, that bullet inside me isn’t going to go away just like that” And Tony clicked his fingers.

That night, as Tony had instructed, Gordon slept until around 2:30 Am, before waking up and crawling over to one of the sleeping soldiers from Xeraph. The soldier had been careless, he had left his rifle outside his sleeping bag and just out of his reach. Gordon soon had everything he needed, including the map of his destination.

OOC: We shall have to wait for Xeraph to RP his bit before I can carry on…I shall probably check on this thread tomorrow.

(OOC)Thats cool obviously i cant declare participation or assist the government until 'irrefutible evidence'(you know what im talking about :p )is found and shown to the world that 'Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark'

I would send mostly army units no special forces or intel

OOC: Yeah, I did took the name from 1984, written by the MAN himself, Eric Blair, aka George Orwell. And btw is it ok if i pretend that I have invested money in your country Hotdogs2? It would give my nation a great excuse to defend the government! PS: Maybe some of the following names are inspired of Animal Farm
:rolleyes:
IC:
Benjamin, the Doublethinkland Infiltration Service Director, was walking toward the main office of the leader of Doublethinkland, Alex O'Brian, also known to his population under the name of Big Brother, the man every citizen of Doublethikland admired and loved, the only person to who they were dedicated. Benjamin was none too eager to meat Big Brother, because the news he was bringing was very bad for the great nation of Doublethinkland, and Big Brother would probably take it personnaly. And he knew that Big Brother could decide to kill him on the spot, or send a memo to his secret police to take care of him later, without ever having a second thought about it.
The Director entered the room, being saluted by the 4 guards. He didn't return or even show any sign of acknowledgement, but he would have taken a mental note to have each of them sent to the most desolate military base if any of the guards had failed to salute him. Once in the room Benjamin stood there waiting to be talked to by Big Brother.
"Hi, Benjamin, what is it you wish to tell me? It better be important if you care about what happens to you in your near future." The last sentence Alex pronouced was said so coldly, so filled with a very real and potent threat, that the IS director took a step back and looked to the floor.
He started "I have recieved information from one of our agent in Akrozia about a possible civil war starting in Hotdogs2, a country where we have some important economic interests, as well as political," taking a pause, the director looked at the Dictator, trying to see his reaction, but his face stayed as emotionless as a stone. Taking this as a good sign, Benjamin kept on going: "I have made contact with one of our spy in Hotdogs2 and recieved confirmation that documents containing quite delicate content had been stolen by some criminal group to possibly blackmail or distabilize the government.
The Infiltration Service Director then stood upright and waited for the Dictator's response for quite a while, when Alex O'Brien finally said "Send a communique to the government of Hotdogs2 that if they ever need assistance to deal with this threat, Big Brother will be there to help them, and that they don't have to worry about the "legitimacy" or "legality" of actions if they require our help," he looked at his Director and then added " And tell the Hotdogs2 government that if they require it we will make our special agents available to them as long as they pass through you."
Benjamin stood there for another minute to make sure that Big Brother was finished. He knew he had been dismissed when Big Brother went back to playing with his computer and simply acted as if no one else was in the room. While walking away the Director untied his tie, knowing it was going to be a long while before he would be able to go to sleep or rest properly.

OOC: This is only a quick RP for now

IC: Gordon and Tony sat shivering in the undergrowth of a ditch.

" theyll be here anytime now " said Gordon. He looked calm and collective outwardly but he was a misture of fear and pain inside. he could leave Tony here to die, and pass on the message himself, that would make sure that the message went on to the so called "Dutchman" and his squad, from which the message could pass on to the world. But if he did tht he knew he would never be able to live with himself, knowing that because of of hisown fear he had let someone die, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was murder...

Not long after Gordon could not restrain himself from slepping, and he followed Tonys lead and lay down on his coat.

When he woke up, he and Tony were being carried upon two mens backs, dressed in camoflaged suits with no insignia or markings, other than one man at the front, he wore a black balaclava and not a grey and brown one as all the other did. Gordon assumed that he was their leader. as he looked about him he managed to count 4men, he wasnt sure if there were more, he thought there probably were, he knew how a squad worked, he had been trained himself by some of the best Hotdogian specail forces when he had been part of the marines, but that seemed a centuary ago to him, in the days when he was patriot and brain washed.

OOC: the squads yours Xeraph, you may want to go back and say how you found gordon, feel free to RP it all the way up to when my people are in your country and then i will post the file them man had, and start a new thread with the proper civil war(fighting and all that, lol)


It wasn't all that hard finding him. The trail of blood was easy to see even by moonlight.

" OK guys, he's in the smaller barn. Hay loft, northeast corner, up the ladder. Let's get him and get out of here."

They awoke to find that a rifle was missing, as well as Gordon.

" That fool doesn't realize we're on his side," the Dutchman thought.

" OK gents, we need to get this guy and straighten him out. He can't have gone far. He has one of our rifles, which we can track w/GPS."

" Your'e right, Dutch, he hasn't gone far. Look........"

The private handed Dutch the monocular, which showed where Gordon was....or rather, what was left of him. " Go cut him down, private, and see if the info is on him."

They awoke to find that a rifle was missing, as well as Gordon.

" That fool doesn't realize we're on his side," the Dutchman thought.

" OK gents, we need to get this guy and straighten him out. He can't have gone far. He has one of our rifles, which we can track w/GPS."

" Your'e right, Dutch, he hasn't gone far. Look........"

The private handed Dutch the monocular, which showed where Gordon was....or rather, what was left of him. " Go cut him down, private, and see if the info is on him."

" No sir, no further info. You have everything."

" OK.........let's get out of here. Key SeaComm, give coordinates, and provide them an LZ. And make sure it's accessible to the HCGS."

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OOC: I would like to insert my Secret Service - Foreign Intelligence teams into your country Hotdogs2, (maybe a bit of fun before the real war begins). Anyway, the RP is here if it tickles your fancy...


RP:
Emperor Bahden Khaler walked into towards the waiting black Limosine as his personal was taxied away into the hangars on the runway of Fortress Fifteen. Fortress fifteen the largest fortress in a string that had been built during the days of hard labour in the fledgling Akrozian nation. This facility was equipped to withstand nuclear attacks, and even had its own direct underground network linking all other fortresses and some major military facilities. Fortress fifteen was known as the ‘Demon’s Lair’, as this was where Secret Service (SS) leader ‘Marshall Supreme – SS’ Dieter Hassenbrien resided for a vast majority of his time.

Marshall Supreme - SS Dieter Hassenbrien examines SS troops during an exercise (http://www.specwarnet.com/europe/ksk1.jpg)

“A pleasure to see you again Emperor Khaler” came the muffled, hissing voice of Dieter Hassenbrien, Dieter was actually showing the unaffected part of his face today, all he wore was the lower half of his mask. The specialised mask he always wore was required if he wished to breath properly, the underlying condition and resulting lower facial scarring caused by an accident with a phosphorous grenade early in his career. Bahden Khaler took the man’s hand and shook it warmly, “Always a pleasure to see you Hassenbrien” the two men were old friends, in fact, this was the only man in his entire staff that actually felt at ease around the emperor.

After talking about general business whilst in the Limosine, the pair got around to the reason for the visit as they reached the lower chambers of the Demon’s Lair, “how goes the repositioning of our troops” Dieter’s hissing voice filled the chamber “as you planned your lordship. The major mechanised and armoured divisions are starting to maneuver as we speak, and the SS-FI is ready for action at your word”

“SS-FI, Secret Service – Foreign Intelligence, such a simple name for such a dirty business” Khaler remarked, Hassenbrien nodded “Indeed,” he shifted the focus back to the topic, “nevertheless, SS-FI wants to put operatives in the field.” Khaler looked at his old friend “what sort of operatives are we talking about?” Hassenbrien brought up a small list on a computer screen in front of them “SS-FI wants to position saboteur teams on these three sectors, a pair of target markers in these cities, and an S&D squad in the quadrant where we believe the rebel escaped.”

“It’s a big list, but get them in any way you have to, I will see the current leadership and tell them of our plans.” Hassenbrien nodded and said, “An excellent decision lordship. I think things are heating up fast over there, and we want people on the ground when it ignites.”

“Just make sure everything’s done soon,” Khaler said as he left.

FOUR HOURS LATER…

“Okay ladies!” Yelled the jumpmaster over the roar of the A-400’s engines, “Landing zone in ten minutes!” The black coloured SS-FI A-400 cruised low over the hills just inside international airspace, on board was the SS-FI S&D Team. It was composed of ten men, all heavily armed with assault rifles, machine guns and rocket launchers, and a pair of four-by-four jeeps for stowing the assortment of weapons and other personal equipment the men carried. The other teams which were the three Saboteur and two target marker teams, were being placed by other A-400’s, or by small amphibious actions from a commercial vessels off the Hotdogs2 mainland.

An SS-FI A-400 similar to the one used in SS - FI air-drops (http://members.xoom.virgilio.it/_XOOM/Aircrafts/a400m.jpg)

As the A-400 landed on an elderly disused airstrip, the commando team scattered and almost instantly the A-400 took off again, leaving the men to their own devices. “Right boys” hissed the team leader into his helmet intercom system, “Let’s get our kits and start looking, we have some rebels to nail to the wall!” The two jeeps were driven off the airfield and two men began to set up shop as the other SS-FI men began scouring the nearby landscape for any leads…

SS - FI Commandos begin scouring for rebel contacts (http://www.tropaselite.hpg.ig.com.br/kskbild1.jpg)

OOC: that was to quick, my defence network is well tested, i dont think your planes could have got in that easily, im a dictatorship, and most planes/ships near Hotdogian waters are monitored...very closely especially if they are military. Id also like to say that Hotdogs2 is very rapidly splitting from its continent and the government is helping this to happen, a fact i shall show in this RP i hope.

IC:

Grunts had been in Akrozia for several years now, he was one of ten spies Hotdogs2 had now in place in this nation, a large amount for a nation of this size, or at least that was what he thought. He could only contact the main Inteligence section of H2, although this organisation was covered up as an anti-terrorist group, but most people knew they could kill and would kill at the slightest chance. Their agents were well trained, picked because of special skills they had.

Grunts had a work as a limousine driver for the Government of Akrozia. He didnt often pick up anyone of much importance but when he did he would also escort them untill he knew they were in safe hands.

This was the case when he carried the Emperor Bahden Khaler and Marshall Supreme - SS Dieter Hassenbrien, although he was not completely aware how efficent he was at his job.

It was on that day that he found a piece of intelligence that wouldm mean a lot to H2. the nation of Akrozia was planning to send a teams of men to stop the rebels, but this was to be done secretly.

As soon as he was given the chance he warned his superiors, who immediatly took note and turned the eyes of several of the spy satelites H2 operated to see if, or when an aircraft/ship left in a dirrection of H2 and also wether it was carrying any troops.

A total of 150 Ships mobilised to patrol these waters, many being merchant ships that the Government had operatives on and "listening" equipment with which to detect enemy submarines, although in this case it was to aid the Akrozia special forces.


At the same time with Xeraphs troops...

" Send this message out immediatly " said Tony, all the world must hear this now, you have only to press that button and the entire world can see what we are trying to stop...

" very well " Said the Dutchman, I think you deserve the honour of pressing the button! "

" I am afraid i cannot dear sir, my health is failing me quickly, and that bullet has cut my nerves, my heart beats slower by the minute! "

Saying that, Tony smashed foward with his last Strength and pressed the button...it was done, he would now die.

As he did this he slumped back towards his previous posstion and let out a scream of agony. The bullet in his heart had now moved to far, he was on his death bed.

OOC: and we shall quickly leave him and the squad to awayt their fate...

IC:

In the Secret Service mainstream intelligence sector...

" Sir, message just came in! I think you should take a look at this! "

" What is it Sputer? "

" Read it quickly! "

As the Captain leaned foward he could clearly read the title, and he gave a shout of terror!

" Move it Sputer! get the alarm system going, we must have everyone on shift to get to work tracking this down!!!"

" Yes SIR! "

As he said this sputer dashed towards the main desk in their operations room. As soon as he pressed it alarm bells went off, five short blasts of a loud bepping sound, the message to all personell to go to their operation possitions immediatly. They knew they would not get any sleep for that night at least!

OOC: go to http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7697564#post7697564

I have posted the message there, and you guys are involved in it also! that includes you Doublethinkland. And cool names for the characters, George Orwell is a good writter.

This is OOC just to clear up a few things:

It was on that day that he found a piece of intelligence that wouldm mean a lot to H2. the nation of Akrozia was planning to send a teams of men to stop the rebels, but this was to be done secretly

My fault there, It wasn't supposed to be secret, I was intending to write a formal letter to the government via Khaler, however other matters came up and I had to leave the PC! :p

So yeah, just to clarify, it wasn't supposed to be secret from the recognised government, just secret from the rebels. Here was the little sentence that I hoped would smooth things along until the whole thing could be allowed.

It’s a big list, but get them in any way you have to, I will see the current leadership and tell them of our plans

Nevertheless, if you don't want it in there, just ignore the bit about the troops going into H2

Cheers and see you on the battlefield! :mp5: :cool:

And just in case you're wondering, yeah, I was forced to use my friends nation-name for a moment, my PC was playing up! :p

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