NationStates Jolt Archive


Hidden in the dark...[Open terrorist planning RP]

Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 00:34
Morphian glared into the dakr, his hands paining heavily. He cursed once, then quieted down. It was a cold, black, night, much like Morphian's heart. He was a being who personified the word "evil". The bandit/terrorist/rebel/unknown gazed around. Would more terrorists come? The rebellion was due to begin and Aemon needed more troops. It was up to him to get them.

He hurried back to the camp, his eyes cold and dark. The rebel leaders of Yafor 2 were there, 48 in all. He looked at them, overweight and fat, lazy and..and...ignavus!! They were not what he wanted. He had seen their troops...useless. The remainder of rebels, who hadn't joined him, were in the mountains. He needed to go there.

He climbed into his black jet, observing the green forest most of the country was made out of. It was a large, great, forest, giant and unending. No gaps were among the spaced-out trees, a plane couldn't land there. It was also good, so no imperial snipers or sharpshooters could be in that forest. He grinned. He was protected.

Then he saw it, a red light gleaming in the woods. He could recodnize the rising elevation. He instantly knew what the light was, and grinned further. He plane began to acsend, gaining height in order to go up the mountain. He indicated the light to the pilot, who nodded and set the plane in motion. Now it descended, speeding downwards faster and faster. It spiraled..and landed on a soft green airstrip. Morphian stepped out, apprehensive of what was to come. No one knew who the mountain soldiers feared.

As he opened the door, a man clad in a dark(outdated) green robe rose to meet him, an AK-47 on his back. These tribes had been isolated and outdated for years, but they were tough. He nodded. The man nodded back. He smirked and began to pack. Morphian felt happieness rising in him. The hill tribes were on his side!! Or at least some of them.

He headed back. The other terrorists and rebels had to be there or else....

OOC:Basically, this is a terrorist planning set up for my Civil War RP(not made yet.) It you would like to join, please post at the camp

Rebels and Terrorists joined:
The Hill Tribes of Yafor 2
MP3 Pirates(Weapon and Finacial Support)
Khwarezemian Rebels(FFK)
Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 14:59
bump

OOC:I thought people would LIKE a teroorist RP!
Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 18:44
bump

OOC:I thought people would LIKE a teroorist RP!

Again, I state that point.
Henrytopia
15-01-2005, 18:50
TG me when you have a moment or IM me.
Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 18:55
Ooc:'k.
MP3 Pirates
15-01-2005, 19:42
Grant Turner, the de-facto head of the MP3 Pirate organization arrived in his helicopter just outside the camp. The black luxury helicopter set down on the makeshift landing pad and his two bodyguards exited to check the area prior to his disembarking. His reason for coming to this meeting was pure and simple, he had contacted the rebels to fund their operation against the established government.

"God I love uprisings almost as much as I love corporate espoinage.." he mumbled as he stepped off the helicopter and gazed around at his surroundings. "Nothing beats a fighting man with a purpose."
Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 19:48
Agent I-43(That wasn't his real name, of course) walked up to the luxury helicopter. He wasn't that impressed and looked a little annoyed by the acting to be all powerful. Morphian, the leader, of course, was a plain-spoken man who didn't like ceremonies of any kind. His troops shared that view.

"Please sit here." the terrorist said in a bored voice. "Our leader will arrive shortly." He indicated a stone for the man to sit on.

OOC:Glad you got here!
Khwarezmia
15-01-2005, 20:08
Location: Cave network in North-East of Khwarezmia.

"If we join the revolution in Yafor 2, when they succeed, the new Government will be able to help us fight the Director and his lackeys." argued a young revolutionary. His piercing eyes staring at an aging bearded man opposite him. Around him other revolutionaries watched with hush excitment. Their long-time leader and his young deputy were 'discussing' the call for arms in Yafor 2. What was weighted on the outcome of this debate was not just a revolution in another country, but it was the final duel that would decide a new leader for the Front. At last the Leader spoke:

"What makes you think that they will help us? Why are you concerned about another country? You should be fighting the Oppression of Khwarezmia!"

"Times have changed, the way the world works has altered. We're not just talking about Khwarezmia here." the deputy's eyes glistened as he spoke.

"What are you talking about? Nothing has changed! The Director still has a stranglehold on the People of Khwarezmia!"

"What I am talking about, old man, is a new world of equality. A world, of which I think you are not a part of. You have fought long and hard against the Oppression, perhaps it is time you took a rest."

The deputy pulled out a pistol and fired three shots into his leader. Well, his late-leader.

"Jenson, get in contact with the Yafor 2 rebels. The Time has Come." said new face of the Front for Freedom in Khwarezmia as he stood.

"And get rid of that, corpse." he ordered, striding out of the chamber, still gripping the pistol in his hand.
Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 20:14
Morphian was still flying when his cell phone rang. How had anyone got his number, it was top secret! Checking the caller ID, he realized it was the Khwarezemian rebel group. This was strange. As he remembered, the leader hadn't wanted to join him. Had he been assassinated? Either way, it was oggd for him.

"Hello, this is Morphian. Are you joining me?" He spoke in his usual irritated commanding voice.
Khwarezmia
15-01-2005, 20:39
The new leader of FFK, Jason Vandreen was pleased. He had just spoken the leader of the Yafor 2 rebels in person. Although slightly irritated by the man's manner, he had been impressed by him answering the call whilst flying his aircraft.

Now the five hundred odd rebels were readying for the battles ahead. They were mainly combatants; gangers and soldiers, but there were also hackers, propagandists and forgers all essential for the revolution. They were all ready to put their lives into their beliefs, indeed, they done little but that yet.

And soon, soon their numbers would begin to swell, and the True Revolution would take place.

Meanwhile, he awaited the signal from Morphian.
Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 22:04
OOC:TG me and I'll tell you more about the revolution(which will be a full-fledged civil war RP)
Minskia
15-01-2005, 22:28
Minskia is willing to help Yafor 2 in this struggle.
Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 22:29
OOC:What is this, Minskia?
Minskia
15-01-2005, 22:30
OOC:Sorry, im just ver VERY bored.
Yafor 2
15-01-2005, 22:32
OOC:It has nothing to do with this RP. Please delete it.
Khwarezmia
16-01-2005, 02:40
Getting out of Khwarezmia was difficult, there were stringent controls on anything that went in or out. Luckily they only had the face of the old leader on record, and they weren't noticed, but they had to go unarmed and unmarked, absolutely no evidence of revolutionary activity. Not that it mattered that much, they had contacts who owed them favours, contacts in high places.

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Getting five hundred odd men and women into another country was going to be harder still.

Once out of Khwarezia, the revolutionaries had split up into singles, pairs, and a few larger groups and made their way into Yafor 2. The methods were widespread, fishing boats, private aircraft, freighters...

They met up in the mountains, Jason'd been told that there were rebels hiding out there. The rebels would find them, they were expecting them.
Yafor 2
16-01-2005, 16:22
Morphian had at last arrived. He nodded at everyone and looked at the 500 or so Khwarezemians. They would help. A lot.

"Greetings." he said.