NationStates Jolt Archive

*Bursts out laughing*
Yaman, have you missed everything that I've said before about sitars? They're musical instruments, not swords! Quite beautiful ones at that. Now that I've said this, I don't quite know what the General's reaction will be.
Some information on them:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sitar[/i].

Terribly sorry LRR. I'm going through exams as I'm posting now, and I just confused it for scimitar. The General would accept your instrumental gift, but still having nothing to return for it, he would have given his sword.

...they marched towards the cell (without MJ), and presented a forged transfer document to the prison guards. Well, actually, only half of the document was forged. The other half was legally created by French diplomats, on French paper, with a French stamp. Of course, if they were caught, the French would most likely to never admit to it, but the French part of the document was authentic.

The document "authorized" a transfer of Glenn to French authorities, and the COBRA (disguised as prison guards) were there to carry it through...

One of the guard looked over the document.

"...this can't be right... they want to hand the repentant citizen over to the feudal oppressors of the French people?"

The document was handed to his compatriot.

"It must be bloody Feeyatamo..."

He looked up at the agents in front of him.

"We cant possibly have him moved now! He's in the middle of medical treatments!"

"I know comrade, it's ridiculous. But apparently our comrades in the diplomatic corps decided that it wouldn't be worth risking the ire of the feudalists. How long will the treatment take? Also, we have basic medical equipment in the transport van...Would it be good enough to use for his condition?"

Glenn's psychiatrist is quickly summoned.

"Citizen Glenn is undergoing the most difficult phase of treatment for a psychological disorder, pre-therapy chemical treatments using thorazine... while records of his depressive episodes so no suicidal tendencies, his bouts of megalomania have consistently caused risk to the lives of others. He certainly can't be moved without his medical staff!"

Glenn's psychiatrist is quickly summoned.

"Citizen Glenn is undergoing the most difficult phase of treatment for a psychological disorder, pre-therapy chemical treatments using thorazine... while records of his depressive episodes so no suicidal tendencies, his bouts of megalomania have consistently caused risk to the lives of others. He certainly can't be moved without his medical staff!"

"With all due respect, comrade, I am sure three members of the Revolutionary Guard can handle one megalomaniacal ex-ruler. I'm sure we can manage him with handcuffs for the trip, which will take at most a few hours."

"Now see here, transporting a patient in the middle of psychiatric treatment is already unnacceptable... you can't possibly expect me to release him to first be manhandled into a van, then sent who-knows-where in the hands of thse French regressives. I insist that he be accompanied by his nurse."

Hoogelworth frowned, becoming slightly nervous.

"Very well, comrade. I'm sorry to be a bother, but orders are orders. Alright, the nurse can come along."

The doctor continues to mutter about 'damnable military obsessives'. Apparently he is of the belief that medical school ought to be mandatory for all citizens...

Regardless, after several minutes, Glenn is brought out. His appearance is a far cry from his former regal glory... he wears a reflective green jumpsuit and leg cuffs, and sits in a wheelchair pushed by a pink-uniformed nurse. He stares off into the distance, uninterested in the world around him... occasionaly, with the nurse guiding him, he sips from a small can of juice*.




*Freddy-the-Fire-Toad brand carbonated orange drink... breakfast of champions. But irrelevant if you arent interested in the Lyongian snack-food industry ^_^.

OOC: Russian made Rasputin cola is far superior.

IC:

The team salutes, and prepares to leave the compound with Glenn. The final challenge before they are home free is one they have surpassed already. The guards at the front.

"Greetings comrade. Our mission is complete, so if there are no problems, we would wish to leave. Is that alright?"

The group is waved through, followed by the nurse pushing Glenn's wheelchair. The fallen monarch's head flops abou a bit, revealing that he's decided to take a nap.

The COBRAs smiled and waved as they left. Michael Jackson was now wandering the halls, claiming his imprisonment was a mistake, while the COBRAs loaded Glenn and the Nurse up into a van.

Ahmed sat down into the driver's seat, placing his feet onto the pedal. They calmly drove for several miles, until all they could see were waves of amber grain.

"Alright, stop the car, Ahmed." Hoogelworth said with a distinctly British accent. Suddenly, OG pulled a vicious looking dental drill from the back of the van. He smiled maniacally as it whirred to life, it's multifacted tools of doom placed ever so closely to the Nurse's neck. Hoogelworth, the only one remaining in the group who spoke Lyongese, whispered calmly, albeit with an air of menace.

"Madam, we will be leaving the country shortly, via a ship to Russia. From there on, we will travel to the Tsarist Kingdom of Russia, then to the Estenlands, and onwards to the glorious land of the frog eaters. Now, I would please request that you help us disguise this chap here, so we can get out of here safely. While I personally would never harm a lady, my friend here might not be so gentle..."

OOC: Sorry to move on without a response, but I need to end this...

IC:

With the nurse being unresponsive, OG thwacked her over the head. She crumpled to the floor, and Ahmed slammed the pedal to the metal. The car raced across the highways of Spyr, finally arriving at the airport where the French diplomat had arrived. Through UHF radio, they had contacted the French a few days before, and eagerly awaited a quick transfer out of the country...

The jet stood ready on the tarmack, a converted Boeing 737 that was registered to a private company, Mercy International, just finishing its ten hour turn around in a small Spyrian regional aiport.

The aircraft had given its clearences, and awaited the COBRA operatives. ODSL command was shocked to recieve the transmission, and Louis XX figured the rescue of Glenn was worth one more shot, ergo this desperate attempt took place.

The French diplomat, really an ODSL Agent (Chevalier Jules de Fronsac) was the only Frenchman on the plane, operating as it did under international auspices. Twas to be a smaller, and hopefully less risky, attempt than the first. The plan was to bring Glenn on the plane as a terminal cancer patient, facial melanoma to be presicse...allowing for bandages and such to obscure Glenns true personality. Glenn would then fly to Switzerland on the plane to recieve 'treatment', whereupon a corps of French Agents were waiting in Geneva to finally bring Glenn to France.

Glenn was quickly hauled onto the plane, already bearing the bandages that would disguise him. Luckily, a large dosage of drugs had kept him asleep, and not much of a stir was made at the airport. The nurse was a problem however, and it was not yet resolved what to do with her unconscious body, so she was simply kept along for the ride.

"YEAH! YEAH! WE F****IN' MADE IT, MOTHAFU***AS! YYYYYEEEEEEAHHH!"

OG attempted to get a French soldier to "pound it", only to receive a confused look in return.

Jackson (Who had gotten out a bit later, after realizing that there was no official record of his arrest, and simply walking out) began to do the moonwalk, Ahmed attempted to pray to Mecca, but was disrupted by his angry mother who demanded to know why she didn't have grandchildren yet, Hoogelworth drank tea with the Frenchmen and in general the team celebrated their first successful mission as they lifted off.

[OOC: Whoa, moving a bit fast there, aren't we?

As much as either country doesn't want to admit it, Spyr is by no means an anarchistic commowealth like the Bedgellans.

There are very few private cars in Spyr... auto buffs on the peninsula could probably memorize all their maes and license numbers if given a few hours. While the highway system is relatively modern (though the more outlying roads suffer from pothole difficulties, and most rural routes are still unpaved), it carries only a smattering of military vehicles, as well as passenger buses and delivery trucks: long-distance travel and cargo transport in Spyr is instead closely grafted to the rail system. Likewise, internal civilian aviation is close to non-existant, leaving little use for local airports. Military airfields, under the doctrine of unity betweeen army and people, take responsibility for much of local air transport, leaving the national commercial carriers to ferry between a half-dozen or so larger airports (as well as intra-peninsular and international flights). Spyran airports operate through a PRC-like security-through-knowledge system... the point is not neccessarily to keep people out, but rather to know where they are, where they enter, and where they leave. As such, international flights are recieved at only the regional airports specified as 'international', so that their offloading cargoes might be inspected and embarking/disembarking passengers be matched up with visa manifests.

As for MJ... he WAS in a prison bunkhouse, after having been turned over by (apparently) prison guards. One doesnt just waltz out of a prison camp after that. Besides, since the agents managed to shmooze in the prisoner without haing the authority to arrest him in the first place, he isnt being held on the strength of paperwork, but on your own agent's charisma ^_^.]

Camp Medical Office, Fifteen Minutes after Glenn's departure

Glenn's psychiatrist was not pleased, not pleased at all. This assignment had been a lucrative one... two feudalist Frenchmen and a fallen Tordian monarch were cases that occuured once-in-a-lifetime, and the case had thus not fallen to a district general practitioner, but to a member of the prestigious Psychology Department of Nekogaku Medical School. Glenn had been a crowning achievement... years ago, he had written several papers on the Prince's psychoses after the failed Glennite coup against his sister Queen Patricia, and an opportunity to actually estabish a conclusive profile had seemed a stroke of umost fortune. And then, it had all been snatched away, without so much as a warning... he would have words with his friends in the Department, in the Party bureaucracy... he'd wrangle an apology and compensatory research grant out of SOMEONE!

It took another fifteen minutes of file-sifting and telephone tag for that bureaucracy to realize that something was very, very wrong...

Spyran highways, enroute to airport

The sight of a high speed van broke the monotony of roadside life... the occasional Youth Guard cleanup squad or farmer on a bicycle watched it speed by, an event of note on roads who usually saw only scheduled transit.

Within the van, Glenn woke, but it made little difference. He looked ahead blankly, uninterested in the world around him no matter what efforts were taken to gain his attention. He would neither respond to physical attempts to get him to move, nor resist them... as would be discovered by him simply letting himself fall on his face should he be pushed from behind. Every ten or fifteen minutes, however, his face, tongue, or arms could be seen to undergo a quick and violent spasm, before returning to an unresponsive state. Together, complete disinterest and occasional spasms make the ex-monarch a difficult cargo to move.

The nurse, having put up a brave if futile front by maintaining a shaky silence when confronted with the drill, remained crumpled and unconscious.

Spyran harbours, airports, and border crossings

The word went out: Glenn has gone missing once again. This time, aware of the repentant citizen's state, there was no doubt as to his willingness: he was being kidnapped. A profile was thus sent out to customs/border patrols, containing Glenn's description and symptoms, the likelihood he would be under escort, and the simple instruction 'urine test: 5xN phenothiazine'.

International Airport

As a bandaged Glenn was trundled through the airport grounds to reach the waiting plane, his handlers would find customs officers ready to accost them... with Mohs-trained dermatologists available in Spyr, the departure of a Melanoma patient for distant Europe had seemed suspicious given the current state of alert and authorities were eager to identify the new passengers by their visas, and given the fact that the bandages were obscuring one's identity, to obtain a urine sample for local testing.

Back at Tohnokura ReEducation Camp

Michael Jackson would find his wanderings quickly curtailed as the facility was locked down... if Glenn had been removed, then an attempt might also be ongoing to remove DeSeze and the remaining French agents in the camp. As such, a great deal of suspicion fell on the moonwalking man with no legitimate reason for being there. Jackson was held in bunkhouse while a justicar was called for to interrogate him.

[OOC: Whoa, moving a bit fast there, aren't we?

As much as either country doesn't want to admit it, Spyr is by no means an anarchistic commowealth like the Bedgellans.

There are very few private cars in Spyr... auto buffs on the peninsula could probably memorize all their maes and license numbers if given a few hours. While the highway system is relatively modern (though the more outlying roads suffer from pothole difficulties, and most rural routes are still unpaved), it carries only a smattering of military vehicles, as well as passenger buses and delivery trucks: long-distance travel and cargo transport in Spyr is instead closely grafted to the rail system. Likewise, internal civilian aviation is close to non-existant, leaving little use for local airports. Military airfields, under the doctrine of unity betweeen army and people, take responsibility for much of local air transport, leaving the national commercial carriers to ferry between a half-dozen or so larger airports (as well as intra-peninsular and international flights). Spyran airports operate through a PRC-like security-through-knowledge system... the point is not neccessarily to keep people out, but rather to know where they are, where they enter, and where they leave. As such, international flights are recieved at only the regional airports specified as 'international', so that their offloading cargoes might be inspected and embarking/disembarking passengers be matched up with visa manifests.

As for MJ... he WAS in a prison bunkhouse, after having been turned over by (apparently) prison guards. One doesnt just waltz out of a prison camp after that. Besides, since the agents managed to shmooze in the prisoner without haing the authority to arrest him in the first place, he isnt being held on the strength of paperwork, but on your own agent's charisma ^_^.]

Camp Medical Office, Fifteen Minutes after Glenn's departure

Glenn's psychiatrist was not pleased, not pleased at all. This assignment had been a lucrative one... two feudalist Frenchmen and a fallen Tordian monarch were cases that occuured once-in-a-lifetime, and the case had thus not fallen to a district general practitioner, but to a member of the prestigious Psychology Department of Nekogaku Medical School. Glenn had been a crowning achievement... years ago, he had written several papers on the Prince's psychoses after the failed Glennite coup against his sister Queen Patricia, and an opportunity to actually estabish a conclusive profile had seemed a stroke of umost fortune. And then, it had all been snatched away, without so much as a warning... he would have words with his friends in the Department, in the Party bureaucracy... he'd wrangle an apology and compensatory research grant out of SOMEONE!

It took another fifteen minutes of file-sifting and telephone tag for that bureaucracy to realize that something was very, very wrong...

Spyran highways, enroute to airport

The sight of a high speed van broke the monotony of roadside life... the occasional Youth Guard cleanup squad or farmer on a bicycle watched it speed by, an event of note on roads who usually saw only scheduled transit.

Within the van, Glenn woke, but it made little difference. He looked ahead blankly, uninterested in the world around him no matter what efforts were taken to gain his attention. He would neither respond to physical attempts to get him to move, nor resist them... as would be discovered by him simply letting himself fall on his face should he be pushed from behind. Every ten or fifteen minutes, however, his face, tongue, or arms could be seen to undergo a quick and violent spasm, before returning to an unresponsive state. Together, complete disinterest and occasional spasms make the ex-monarch a difficult cargo to move.

The nurse, having put up a brave if futile front by maintaining a shaky silence when confronted with the drill, remained crumpled and unconscious.

Spyran harbours, airports, and border crossings

The word went out: Glenn has gone missing once again. This time, aware of the repentant citizen's state, there was no doubt as to his willingness: he was being kidnapped. A profile was thus sent out to customs/border patrols, containing Glenn's description and symptoms, the likelihood he would be under escort, and the simple instruction 'urine test: 5xN phenothiazine'.

International Airport

As a bandaged Glenn was trundled through the airport grounds to reach the waiting plane, his handlers would find customs officers ready to accost them... with Mohs-trained dermatologists available in Spyr, the departure of a Melanoma patient for distant Europe had seemed suspicious given the current state of alert and authorities were eager to identify the new passengers by their visas, and given the fact that the bandages were obscuring one's identity, to obtain a urine sample for local testing.

Back at Tohnokura ReEducation Camp

Michael Jackson would find his wanderings quickly curtailed as the facility was locked down... if Glenn had been removed, then an attempt might also be ongoing to remove DeSeze and the remaining French agents in the camp. As such, a great deal of suspicion fell on the moonwalking man with no legitimate reason for being there. Jackson was held in bunkhouse while a justicar was called for to interrogate him.
OOC: Sorry for the rush, Spyr. It's just that you weren't responding, and I'm leaving AMW in mid-June...So I'll respond this afternoon (US Western Pacific) after I get home.

Minister of His Most Christian Majesty's Household M. de Miromesnil looked over the ODSL file of King Glenn.

Noting that one last rescue attempt to free the beleaugered monarch, this time more COBRA than French, was underway, he smacked the file with a red stamp, making a small notation next to it.

The stamp read "File Closed", and the notation read "After last attempt operated by COBRA; at this time ongoing...Signed, Miromesnil".

The notation gave the file a two week life before it was locked in the Royal Vault, several hundred feet under Versailles.

---Airport----

"This is ridiculous! This man...is a subject of the French crown! He deserves only to be treated in finest European hospitals! Besides, his family awaits him there! Unhand us at once! Barbarians!"

The COBRAs put up quite a fuss, as they attempted to cram the wheelchair bound Glenn onto the plane. One of the COBRAs slipped the French agent a note, asking him to procure some fake documents for Glenn---fast.

Under the guise of diplomatic immunity, the agents had hoped to make Glenn's extraction far quieter. Still, with their goal so near, they were not about to give up. Numerous complaints were raised, with the agents hoping to use the fear of sparking an international incident and of harming a sick patient to clear away the Spyrians.

The unconscious nurse (who had been lain onto a chair near them in the airport, as they attempted to board) still remained as an ace in the hole as a possible hostage, and Ahmed remained by her side, trusty dental drill stuffed in his pants pocket.

---Reeducation Facility----

With the triggering of an alarm, Michael Jackson's attempted escape was foiled. He had hoped that the fact that no written record existed of his incarceration would allow him to moonwalk his way out, but it appeared now that he simply could not beat it and leave.

So Jacko waited in his cell for an interrogation that was shaping up to be quite a thriller...

Airport

The customs officers were adamant that the man undergo a urine test, French citizenship or no.

"I offer many humble apologies and much respectful bowing, sir, but we shall have to take him to undergo testing... he is a member of a select sampling and must undergo the same inconveniences as other embarking passengers within that sampling."

Camp

Jackson, in the end, had little to fear upon the arrival of the justicar. After all, the tourist visa to get him into Spyr was quickly matched to him, and thus the most likely possibility seemed that foreign commandos had kidnapped him and used him in their Glenn-kidnapping scheme... unless MJ started babbling about being a secret agent or wanting to play special games with little boys during the interview, there was no evidence to identify him as an agent. Thus, he was given apologies for the traumatic events, assurances that the perpetrators would be apprehended, and a ride back to his registered hotel.

Of course the French agent would have the proper paperwork, but the situation was looking increasingly grim.

It would be up to the COBRA operatives to salvage this situation, maybe with some sort of bomb or something. The Spyrian Civil Service, commie lackeys though they may be, were noted for their diligence.