NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Anyone's free to butt in, a few ground rules: the Verracosa is a tiny backwards country with 1970s technology, so I would appreciate if large nations, fantasy nations, and futuristic nations throttle down their power to appropriate levels if they wish to participate, which they are welcome to.

Three drab old Soviet made jeeps filled with unkempt men in torn military uniforms pulled up to the gates of the presidential palace. The gate gaurd ran up to the lead jeep.

"Get out of here, Presidente doesn't want to see people who don't bathe," the gaurd snapped at the wild-eyed man in the back of the first jeep.

"Well we'll just use the palace's washroom then," replied the wild-eyed man punctuating his sentence by mowing down the gaurd with his AK-47. The jeeps raced forward crashing down the gate to the palace their men wildly spraying the gaurds with their AKs.

Presidente Vicente Sangremanos sat in his spacious office enjoying a fine cigar and a glass of port. His advisers were just finishing delivering their report on the rebels. He was pleased to hear that the last of them would be erradicated by Friday. Just then the guerrillas bashed down the door.

"Presidente Vicente Carlos Sangremanos, you are under arrest for crimes against the people of Verracosa," the wild-eyed guerilla leader yelled with religious fervor.

"This is ridiculous, arrest this man," Presidente ordered to no one in particular.

"Don't worry you will have a trial," the guerilla reassured him as the rest of the rebels filed in. "Men, are these corrupt pigs guilty?"

He was answered by machinegun fire perforating the Presidente and his cabinet. As the shooting died down they heard heavy trucks outside.

"Shit, the rest of the gaurds are coming back from maneuvers," the leader snarled, "Herman you told me they'd be gone until dusk!"

"I- I-" Herman stuttered before being executed by the guerilla leader.

"Let's go!" He cried and the rebels ran out of the palace back to there jeeps and fled back into the jungle.

General Fernando Ortega strolled into the President's office having just returned from maneuvers. He surveyed the mangled corpses of the President and his cabinet and a tear came to his eye. He slowly walked over to the President's body, sitting riddled with bullets in a high-backed leather chair. He gently caressed the President's face then grabbed his hair and threw him out of the chair. Then General then gracefully sat himself down in the chair. He began to chuckle quietly as the blood soaked his uniform. Just then a lieutenant walked into the office and the General quickly turned his laughter into fake sobbing.

"Sir, the rebels have escaped into the jungle!"

"FIND THEM! This wrong must not go unpunished. Our beloved Presidente has been slain, the nation is in a full state of emergency."

The lieutenant started to walk out of the room then turned, "Sir, has the vice-president been informed so that he can take office?"

"Soldier, I'm afraid that I will have to temporarily take charge until the rebels are defeated. State of emergency, martial law, most unfortunate," the General said struggling to conceal his joy.

Vice-President Xavier Lamancha sat in his office quietly pouring over paperwork. He grumbled, "I run this goddamn country while that pig Vicente takes all the glory and does nothing but fill his appetites." Xavier would gladly be Presidente, but he never liked the idea of having blood on his hands, and Vicente wasn't exactly in danger of losing an election. Just as he was about to dive into another financial report an aid ran into his office and turned on the television.

-apparently by rebel forces. It is not clear who is now in charge of Verracosa now that President Sangremanos has been slain. What we do know is that all foreigners are being requested to leave Verracosa as soon as possible as the situation is rapidly deteriorating. On a lighter note this puppy is-

"AND I HEAR ABOUT THIS ON THE GODDAMN CNN?!" Xavier exclaimed. "Why the hell haven't I been..." he trailed off. Oh no, this was a coup. He was being deliberately put out of the loop. A death squad was probably coming for him at this moment. He grabbed his briefcase and began frantically stuffing documents into it. "Help me you useless oaf!" he barked at his aide.

ooc: do you mind if I put a specforce team in to evac the vp?
sort of you want him dead I want him alive and I try to smuggle him out?

OOC: Sounds great, go for it.

ooc:Im assuming the country is in turmoil thus enabling my men to enter undetected

"Sir."
"Yes what it it." The Director of Intelligence said as he turned off the a movie.
"There appears to be a military coup going on in Verracosa."
"Another one... WHY CAN'T THESE MILITARY DICTATORS TAKE OVER THOUGHT NORMAL MEANS. Any upper rank politician still alive."
"Yes the VP is still alive and appears to be not associated with the coup."
"Send in a specforce team to try to get him out. Make it the Cougars."
"Yes Sir."


"Okay men, here's the deal we go in rescue the VP we get out. Any questions, no good let's move out."


"Okay men fan out we know he's here somewhere it's just a matter of finding him first."

Xavier clutched his briefcase and ran out of the Government Policy and Administration Building to his car. He threw his briefcase in the trunk and sped off. As he rounded a corner he caught in his rearview mirror a large military truck pulling up to his office and unloading a team of soldiers. He had missed his death by only moments. He had no family, so he made his own evacuation priority one.

He sped down the empty streets of Verracosa City. The people had all retreated to their homes to avoid the fighting and the normally bustling streets were eerily quiet except for distant sporadic gunfire and explosions. He raced down the streets, he would stick out like a soar thumb not only being the sole car on the road, but that car being a Rolls-Royce.

"Sir we belive we have spotted him. He is on (rattles off street/direction)"
"Men move out we know where he's headed aproximatly and get all milgear(military gear) out of site. Caltrop(spikey objects) his tires so he blows a tire so we can get to him."
"Sir."

Suddenly the tires in Xavier's Rolls-Royce exploded sending it fishtailing out of control in a shower of sparks until it came to a stop. He looked back at the road to see the cause and noticed the caltrops spread across the roadway. He was expecting a road block or maybe just an RPG, but the clatrops where a surprise. He pulled the .38 revolver from his glove box and quickly slipped it into his breast pocket as he surveyed the streets for his ambushers.

Meanwhile...

The soldiers finished searching every nook and cranny of the GPA Building, with no luck. The Vice-President must have slipped out. The commander picked up the radio handset, "Vice-President Lamancha is not here. He will probably try to get to the airport and bribe his way onto an evacuation plane, have men waiting for him. Over."

A man walked out with his hands in the air. "Vice President Xavier Lamancha I presume. And before you ask, no I am not part of a hit squad or anything. Also I appologise for the car. I am a member of a special forces team sent to rescue you."

Xavier climbed out of his car and looked around suspecting some sort of trick, "Who sent you? Evacuate to where?"

Meanwhile...

Government soldiers stood outside Verracosa City International Airport checking every car for any "enemies of the people" who might try to escape on the evacuation planes.

Tourists, diplomats, and foreign workers jammed onto the old cargo plane that was about to take off. They were relieved to be escaping unharmed at the start of the violence.

At a rebel base hidden deep in the jungle the wild-eyed leader of the People's Popular Marxist Revolution, Gabriel Cruz, brooded. He had been used in a corrupt capitalist coup. Used by his enemy General Ortega. What he wanted was revenge, pure and simple. He called two of his most trusted comrades into his tent and told them his plan.

"My boss sent me. As for evacuation preferably out of the county. If you want to know why we're here is my boss absolutly hates military dictators and coups, he's always complaining about the paperwork and the need to re-establish/regain infromants. Also we have are suppose to contact any/all rebel forces. If you don't want our help, we will move onto our secondary goal. It's up to you really?"


ooc: last post for today must catch some zzzzzzzz's

OoC: I'll send a frigate to monitor the situation and hopefully missilestrike a few military instalations and yes it will be in your territorial waters from time to time.

IC:

The Royal Navy frigate DRN Roman will be deployed to monitor the current situation in Verracosa. Should any fire be directed at it from the Verracosaian military we will be forced to strike back with a more then proportional response.

Dumpsterdam Ministery of Defence.

ooc: May I try to assassinate the military dictator with a small force? If I can, telegram me and say whether you want me to suceed or fail.

The newly crowned Queen Mother, sat with the former leader of the Dracun Remnant. They were being briefed on the situation in Verracosa. Apparently it was a military coup gone wrong. Though that was all that could be classified.

"Peace must be restored there, it is the only way" The Queen Mother began, "We will send a force there and eliminate all of the Guerillas, and if necessary the current government-"

She was cut of as Jason began speaking, "True, but the international backlash would be fatal, we can't just go start a country all over again."

"Your very right, and a good point however I care more for these people then I do from international backlash, Make ready a taskforce to restore order in Verracosa." She ordered, taking the authority she now possessed as the chosen one's mother.

"I advise against it Queen Mother, but you are the Queen Mother"

That I am, and already I begin to regret it
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Official Imperial Statement
We will hereby send a taskforce to restore order in a tattered country. We believe a people's life is more important then anything. So therefore will we also ask for support
Queen Mother Jessica

Kalzenstien, Lachenburg

"Commander Bourdeaux, were getting reports of a coup in the nation of Verracosa. It seems a figure by the name of Vicente has effectively taken power but the Vice President, Xavier still appears to be alive and well."

"Whats the overall situation in Verracosa."

"Its a underdeveloped nation with a rather stable government, until now and is struggling agianst anti-government rebel factions that seem to roam the countryside."

"Interesting...I suggest we sit and wait for awhile to see what happens. After all, the 3rd Expeditionary force is still wrapping things up in Haden and we dont need to commit forces elsewhere."

"Of course, Commander."


---- Transmission Feb 2005 ----

To: the Interm government of Verracosa


Due to the recent events unfolding, The Confederacy of Lachenburg has become worried about the well-being of Lachenburgian citizens within the borders of Verracosa. As you may or may not know, almost 1200 Lachenburgians reside within your borders and we wish to pull them out immedeatley, before this situation escalates any further. Thus, we would appreicate it if your own authroities made sure that these citizens are successfully returned to Lachenburgian territory within a timley manner without any harm befalling them.

Regards,

Jean Le-Blanc
Le directeur de Affiars International
La Confédération Déliée de Lachenburg

---- Transmission Ended ----

OOC:You guys can deal these guys anyway you wish...just thought I'd add a different flavour to the thread.

IC: Inside Verracosa City International Airport, a group of four shadowy figures sat in the back of the cafeteria playing eucher and conversing softly.
One of them, a tall and broad-shouldered hulk of a man, perked up slightly and pressed a finger to his ear.

"Ah, we finally got word from home." he put down his cards and folded his hands together, "We are to make contact with a General by the name of Ortega and offer our services at a slight discount."

Anton, a small and squirley looking fellow with a grin of death, piped up with concern, "Discount? What makes him so special?"

"Apperently Lord Peterson has interest in this country. I don't know, man. I know better than to ask questions." The big man stared him down, "And you shouldn't either."

"Well if we're gonna get this show on the road, let's get this show on the road," Oriel, an older woman with a beauty that faded little with age, said with impatience "After that last op, I want a chance to get a few kills."

"Don't worry Mother, there are plenty of rebels to snipe out there." Halley, a young upstart of a girl, smiled her sweetest smile and smacked her chewing gum.

Oriel glared poison at her but remained silent. She hated that nickname.

"Asuming we get the contract...what do you think, Lubbker?" Anton looked at their leader and waited for his wisdom.

Lubbker thought a moment and, with a slight grin, winked at his comrads. "I think we're gonna make a lot of money on this coup-" he raised his drink "-For Omni-Psychotia and all the reaches of the Empire."

The others corused, "For the Empire!"

Silent as wraiths, the four slipped from the building and into their vehicle. Within moments, a black Cadillac El'Dorado with tinted windows rolled out of the airport parking lot and headed toward the presidential palace.