NationStates Jolt Archive

(this is an open RP and any nation is welcome to play as terrorists, national military, or foreign military. remember that the Dictator, Alex Adley is a former IZM, or InsanityZero Marine. feel free to play as anyone, even new terrorist recruits that you create.)

Lying awake in his bed, Leon stared up into the concrete ceiling. Today he and his crew of three were to plan a massive attack on the Dictatorship of InsanityZero. Everything had been planned in advance, as all effective terrorism should be. He wanted to think of something else, something besides the pain and death they would soon cause. The napalm made of gasoline and orange juice concentrate, the nitroglycerin made in bathtubs. "We were all so dedicated Julia, Terry, Sean and I, it was only me who seemed to have a consience. We would kill innocent people for the hope of a Democracy. For us, there is no hope for tomorrow."

As Dictator Scharfetter drink his cup of Starbucks coffee and ate a couple Butterscotch Krimpets, his military advisor and Commander-And-Cheif of the Armed Forces of East Lithuania, Commander Katilus, walked in with an important messege.

"Sir, we might have bad news, sir!"

"Not now, Katilus, I'm eating Butterscotch Krimpets and I don't want to be disturbed."

"Sorry, sir, but theres no time. Sources have detected transmitted messeges of a possible terrorest attack on InsanityZero."

"And...? We have no relations with that country. What should I do?"

"With all due respect, sir, but I believe you are overlooking this situation. You see, InsanityZero is a fellow Dictatorship. The messeges indicate that the attacks are part of a Democracy movement that could threaten us in the future."

"WHAT?!?!? Please tell me you are kidding me!"

"Unfortionatly not, sir. Do you still plan to keep out of this?"

"NO!! This "Democracy" terror movement must be stopped. What would this country be if my father didn't become Dictator before I took over? A complete mess! And these morons want this country to die just so I can not have my complete control?!? FOOLS!! Send a messege out to InsanityZero saying wer will help if they need it. I will not rest untill these Democracy wanters are put down!"

"Yes, sir!!"

It was time.
All four of the team grouped up an an old Basket-Weaving facility. The nostalgic smell of wood filled the air. "they'll thank us." said Julia. everyone nodded. Julia was a woman, an attractive one at that, but it seemed that her knowledge was beyond anyones reach. In the car-bombing at the East-Lithuanian embassy, she had pulled them out of trouble in the nick of time. she slipped an old fashioned cyanide caplet into everyones kevlar vest, "I know its outdated, but this little mess of a chemical can prevent us from major trouble worst-case-scenario."
It seemed that everyone but Leon knew the plan, like all but he had said their goodbyes last night. he hated being on the outside.

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Meanwhile, in the office of Dictator Adley, a young staff member burst through the door with sweat streaming from every pore in his face.
"Sir....there has been a call from East-Lithuania...they have recieved wind of a possible terrorist attack on our nation...they send their regards and offer to help if needed."
Adley was always able to keep cool. he shifted the three ice cubes in his glass and prepared to pour the brandy. he noticed the odd number of ice in the cup, and non-chalantly tossed another in.

"Funny, we have so much potential for the people, if they would simply ask for help. Never do these terrorists try and negotiate. isnt that right Mr...?"

"Jeremy Chapp, sir."

"Right, right, Mr.Chapp. Would you not agree that to ask is better that simply taking with a possibility of consequences? Ask and you shall recieve, is that not correct?" He finished pouring his drink.

"Yes sir, but are you inferring that Democracy would simply put in place by a kind request?"

Adley chuckled, "You have a sense of humor, my boy. A fine one at that. To answer your question, no. If you look, nowhere are our borders barracaded by more than a customs post or a fence. If you would like a different system of government, go elsewhere. Too much time has already been wasted on pleasntries and small talk, prepare the IZM."

Sean Bradbury looked around at the other terrorists gathered in the facility. Unlike him, they all seemed truly dedicated to the cause they were fighting for. Leon was green, it showed in his face. He obviously cared a great deal for his country, but he would likely do little good in an open civil war. Terry was a different story. He was very meticulous in his actions, and had the sort of physical and mental fitness that usually came from military training. Terry was the sort of person Sean liked having on his side in situations like this. Finally, there was Julia. Julia was a natural born leader; she was also, very clearly, the only person in this group capable of planning a successful operation. Most importantly, she knew when a dedicated terrorist group wasn't enough to overthrow a well-organized police state.

That was where Sean came in. The others had been led to believe that he was one of them, just a former soldier who had joined the resistance to bring down the oppressive government. In fact, he was a highly-trained special-ops soldier from the military state of Halcrede. Julia had contacted his superiors and arranged for his presence during this crucial time. Today was the day of one of the biggest terrorist acts yet. If all went well, Adley's administration was about to be dealt a critical blow.