NationStates Jolt Archive

Gordon Lew straighetened his tie and fixed his kahki suit, combed his hair and practiced his lines. He was going to meet the Great Leader Li of MassPwnage, and he wanted to make a very good impression on him.

Importantly, Gordon smiled to himself, and then checked in with his wife, Melissa, who had just gotten finished tidying herself up for the meeting. Victoria was also made ready, and as Gordon assembled the crew in the Living Room, everybody looked like they were going to Church.

Of course this was different than going to church, they were going to MassPwnage. Because it was a tropical nation, everybody had been given their disease shots (thank God for military grade nanites and regular bacteria and viral based vaccines), and on the suggestion of the State Department, carried MAC-10's and Colt Officer's LP's. Obviously, everybody was wearing light cotton suits, mainly kahki colored, it wouldn't do well to suffer heatstroke.

After meeting with Jimmy Chang, Gordon then got in his Range Rover, and dorve to Chek Lap Kok International. He then boarded his Militarized BBJ, and began the flight to MassPwnage.

When he got close, the pilot of Lew's jet radioed Pwnage Air Command: "Pwnage Air Command, this is Xenizen National Airways No. 09328-53. We have the President onboard, requesting permission to land."

The guy on the other end laughed.

"Aw shit... Hey BOB! Disengage the SAM batteries! Just kidding, just kidding, you have the go ahead."

Daducheng International Airport:

A runway was cleared at the busy airport at the Pwnage capital city.

Meanwhile, the Great Leader's Anti-grav drive limo arrived at the scene, along with a few black painted Panhard VBL4s (ooc: the VBL2 is here, the VBL4 is a 4 door version of that: http://www.msu.edu/user/storto/vbl2.jpg ).

Huge Imperial Guards in full armor stepped out of the Panhards.

Then the Great Leader, wearing black shorts and a Pwnage government T-shirt (a t-shirt with the words (in Chinese) "All hail the Great Leader" stenciled on it) stepped out of his limo.

"Ah. Welcome to the People's Republic of MassPwnage, you didn't have to come that well dressed."

Gordon then said, "Well, we do aim to please."

Melissa said then to Li, bowing her head and extending her hand to Li: "Your Excellency, we are proud to be welcomed to your nation as honored guests, and we thank you for this privelege."

The Great Leader shook Melissa's hand, trying to not to actually squeeze. Then he shook Gordon's in the same manner.

"Ah yes, anyway, let's get going shall we, unless you want to tour the airport."

The Pwnage G80 carrying one Cordell Huang landed nearby...

The Lews looked at each other, and said simply, "Good idea."

They then got inside the limo. Gordon and Melissa found themselves squished between Jimmy and Vicky, but mainly, they were fine.

Meanwhile, aboard the G80, Fred Lew, having persuaded the folks at the rehab center that he was "cured," (they let him off with good behavior, with a little encouragement from the CIA), stowed away with a parka (it was cold at 20,000+ feet), an Uzi (this was MassPwnage), and some food and money.

The CIA was interested in the cheap drugs in MassPwnage (they always liked to find "unconventional methods" of incriminating people and making under-the-table cash), this stuff was legal here, in UX, it would get you hard labor or instant death at the hands of National Police. Since Fred was still slightly addicted (he switched his choice of drugs to marijuana , after all, it was legal if you had a 1,000 Xenthaler License-which he had, thanks to the CIA!), the CIA decided to use him as their field agent to find the good stuff.

After Cordell's plane landed, he sneaked out, and hijacked a taxi. He then began driving to Little Dumpsterdam......

OOC: Is this ok?

The first thing Fred would notice was that MassPwnage was a shockingly beautiful nation. The sky was blue and almost completely free of pollution, the buildings tastefully proportioned and huge and trees and plants everywhere, growing on the ground, in greenhouses, and in building terraces.

The city from a street artist's sketch: http://www.bungie.net/images/Games/Halo2/Gallery/Concept/h2_concept_earthcity.jpg

Little Dumpsterdam looked just like Amsterdam, hell, it was disturbingly TOO similar to Amsterdam.

And there were drugs and drug shops EVERYWHERE.

Fred would love this place.

Fred went wild, and went on a search for some high-grade marijuana. There was enough here to make Harold and Kumar squeal. All he needed was a White Castle, and he would be set.

He walked around Little Dumpsterdam, and looked around for a shop that sold the stuff.....he eventually found one, and went inside.

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Gordon then said to Mr. Li, "Nah, we want to see some of the other sights in the city.....after all, an airport is an airport."

Melissa said, "Now honey, don't say that, I'm sure it is a perfectly good place....."

She turned to Li and said, "...but what I think my husband is saying is that he wishes to tour the city first."

There was Marijuana, there were MANY other drugs, Cocaine, Heroin, Ecstasy, Crack, Methamphetamines, Barbiturates, Hallucinogens, all dirt cheap.

It would be a miracle if Fred didn't O.D, crack was 25 cents a vial, and powder cocaine $1 a gram, Heroin was 50 cents a milligram and the syringe was free....

The guy at the counter greeted Fred in an extremely thick Dutch accent.

"Hello there, how may I help you?"

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"Alright then, get in, I'm driving, mainly because I'm too cheap for a Chauffeur."

The Great Leader drove out of the airport along a huge, wide highway shaded with Zikora Trees, 1000 feet tall. Colorful parrots, glding reptiles and huge birds of prey were flying everywhere. The tree branches were large enough for Rachaelosaurs, huge 150 foot long sauropods to walk along and browse...

There was Marijuana, there were MANY other drugs, Cocaine, Heroin, Ecstasy, Crack, Methamphetamines, Barbiturates, Hallucinogens, all dirt cheap.

It would be a miracle if Fred didn't O.D, crack was 25 cents a vial, and powder cocaine $1 a gram, Heroin was 50 cents a milligram and the syringe was free....

The guy at the counter greeted Fred in an extremely thick Dutch accent.

"Hello there, how may I help you?"

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"Alright then, get in, I'm driving, mainly because I'm too cheap for a Chauffeur."

The Great Leader drove out of the airport along a huge, wide highway shaded with Zikora Trees, 1000 feet tall. Colorful parrots, glding reptiles and huge birds of prey were flying everywhere. The tree branches were large enough for Rachaelosaurs, huge 150 foot long sauropods to walk along and browse...

Melissa said, "My God, Vicky get the camera out!"

Vicky sighed, got the camera, and began taking pictures of the scenery nearby, it was quite pretty.

Gordon then said, "Thanks, Your Excellency. I'm surprised you do your own driving."

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Fred smiled, and remembered the dealers' rule: "Don't get high on your own supply."

He waltzed up to the counter, and said: "I'll take 600 Kilos of Cocaine, hell, 600 Kilos of everything! And enough weed to make 600 joints."

ooc: I'm really bad at math, so i'll just assume you have the money.

"That's a big order, go to this address tommorow and they should have it ready."

The shop owner handed Fred the address to a warehouse down by the Little Dumpsterdam docks.

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"I do my own driving, because a Chaffeur is expensive, and MassPwnage is poor. I'd rather buy another uberbattleship than unecessary luxuries like air conditioning and chauffeurs."

"So, how are things in Upper Xen?"

Fred smiled and said, "Thanks."

He smiled, he was good on this, the License his bosses gave him enabled him to import marijuana, but his bosses assured him that he would be able to fly his stuff to UX, unharmed. Not if they had anything to say.

It would come in handy.

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Gordon smiled and said, "Lovely. Besides the fact various politicians and leftists want me dead, things are actually peachy. The economy is doing well, hell, its even gone into overdrive. My popularity shot up some as a result. As for my military, we've got the Headcreab Bomb and we're hosting a competition that is going on now to see who's got the best aircraft. Of course, my nation's environment has gone down the tubes, we've been seeing more Poison Headcrabs and Xenofauna Infestations lately and pollution has gone up. Otherwise, we're fine."

"Hmm... I could send a few environmental consultants over to rejuvinate your environment. That and I suggest quietly assassinating your enemies. Unfortunately, I don't think you can trust your intelligence services."

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What next for little Fred to do? Frequent the brothels? Find a restaurant, go to the Haikou zoo, gamble away a fortune at Neo-Las Vegas a few miles away, learn more about the populace, who knows?

Fred decided to get something to eat. He was really hungry, and he wanted to sample some of the local cuisine.

He wandered into a Chinese restaurant, and waited for a table.

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Gordon said, "Well, I can trust the National Police. Their leader is my successor, I went with him to college along with Jimmy."

Gordon then said, not knowing how naive he sounded: "Well, I don't see any reason to be concerned. I'm sure the death of Kathy Leang has stopped them from doing anything major. When she was around, she masterminded the destruction of Apple Computers in UX and the tests on Headcrabs that birthed the Headcrab Bomb."

"Kathy Leang's only a small part of the problem, what you have is a hostile electorate and too many judicial rights. Start a secret police to torture and kill dissidents and their families, be more a dictator."

~*~*~*~

The Restaurant was mostly the same as the Chinese restaurants in Upper Xen, well at least the human menus were....

There were many other types of restaurants around, from almost every different nationality... Including Mississippi, just in case Fred wanted to get closer to his Fabusite beliefs.

"Kathy Leang's only a small part of the problem, what you have is a hostile electorate and too many judicial rights. Start a secret police to torture and kill dissidents and their families, be more a dictator."

~*~*~*~

The Restaurant was mostly the same as the Chinese restaurants in Upper Xen, well at least the human menus were....

There were many other types of restaurants around, from almost every different nationality... Including Mississippi, just in case Fred wanted to get closer to his Fabusite beliefs.

Gordon said, "Well, we do value individual freedoms. And we do have plenty of powers for National Police, after all, they can summarily execute drug dealers and those who genuinely plot sedition. Still, I can expand their powers even more....I'll keep that in mind."

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Fred decided to go, sure enough, eat at a Mississippian restaurant. He promised the rehab people he wouldn't practice Fabusism anymore, but old habits died hard.

The Mississippian Restaurant was run by WKM members and the MS Illumnati. It was painted in camo, draped in mosquito netting and had the first 20 teachings of the Prophet Fabus, carved in stone tablets, out front.

The heavy and greasy smell of fried pork products wafted from it and entered Fred's nose.

They spoke to him in Roger Fabus' voice.

"Come here.... Come to me Fred, eat my food, take my religion and my racist views....."

Then Dieter's Thaller's voice, as well as the odor of grilled South African zebra wafted off and spoke.

"Screw what they told you... your father's regime is false, FALSE! REHAB IS FALSE! HAIL FABUS, HEIL HITLER!"

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"Well, we're near the capital."

The trees suddenly stopped and there was open plain filled with a knot of highways.

On the other side of the plain, the huge buildings of Daducheng, some a mile high, appeared in the background... It was a beautiful, cloudless day, perfect for a good picture.

The Mississippian Restaurant was run by WKM members and the MS Illumnati. It was painted in camo, draped in mosquito netting and had the first 20 teachings of the Prophet Fabus, carved in stone tablets, out front.

The heavy and greasy smell of fried pork products wafted from it and entered Fred's nose.

They spoke to him in Roger Fabus' voice.

"Come here.... Come to me Fred, eat my food, take my religion and my racist views....."

Then Dieter's Thaller's voice, as well as the odor of grilled South African zebra wafted off and spoke.

"Screw what they told you... your father's regime is false, FALSE! REHAB IS FALSE! HAIL FABUS, HEIL HITLER!"

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"Well, we're near the capital."

The trees suddenly stopped and there was open plain filled with a knot of highways.

On the other side of the plain, the huge buildings of Daducheng, some a mile high, appeared in the background... It was a beautiful, cloudless day, perfect for a good picture.


Fred ate it up. He screamed "Ever Vigilant!" and ran in. He was giddy with glee, and he sat down, and ordered some beans, a South African Zebra steak and some pork rinds. He also took out a shirt with Roger Fabus' face silkscreened on the front, and put it on.

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Vicky kept taking pics, some on her own, others on the request of Melissa, who really loved the scenery. Gordon simply sat back, and relaxed......

The waiter smiled.

"Ah, you must be Fred Lew, the Manager says that your meal's on the house."

Meanwhile, in the street, a Metro Authority Police Officer wondered who the hell the idiot that just screamed "Ever Vigilant" was.

He compared his helmet's video capture to the MassPwnage central database.

A second later he got his results:

1 Match: Fred Lew.

Potential Relevance: Gordon Lew is on a state visit. Also, someone that looks just like him purchased a large amount of drugs earlier today.

The Policeman, being none the wiser, shrugged.

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"Yea, we're there, mind if I stop by the docks? I need to check the quality of the tribute the Parthians sent me.

The Limo stopped by the military docks. Huge, imposing uberbattleships and gigantic carriers larger than Kansai airport sat there, as well as a string of transports.

Some of the transports were unloading, and literally millions of people of Middle Eastern descent, naked and bound up in chains got off, herded by soldiers with cattle prods.

They were followed by 10 caged Shoobans.

The Great Leader got out the car.

"Alrighty now, who wants to see me torture and execute these Shoobans publicly?"

There was a rustling of chains as the Parthian slaves tried to raise their hands.

The waiter smiled.

"Ah, you must be Fred Lew, the Manager says that your meal's on the house."

Meanwhile, in the street, a Metro Authority Police Officer wondered who the hell the idiot that just screamed "Ever Vigilant" was.

He compared his helmet's video capture to the MassPwnage central database.

A second later he got his results:

1 Match: Fred Lew.

Potential Relevance: Gordon Lew is on a state visit. Also, someone that looks just like him purchased a large amount of drugs earlier today.

The Policeman, being none the wiser, shrugged.

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"Yea, we're there, mind if I stop by the docks? I need to check the quality of the tribute the Parthians sent me.

The Limo stopped by the military docks. Huge, imposing uberbattleships and gigantic carriers larger than Kansai airport sat there, as well as a string of transports.

Some of the transports were unloading, and literally millions of people of Middle Eastern descent, naked and bound up in chains got off, herded by soldiers with cattle prods.

They were followed by 10 caged Shoobans.

The Great Leader got out the car.

"Alrighty now, who wants to see me torture and execute these Shoobans publicly?"

There was a rustling of chains as the Parthian slaves tried to raise their hands.

Gordon was shocked. Slaves!?

He said to himself, quietly, "Tell me I did not just go back in time to the 1650's. I thought slavery was dead...."

The sight slightly disgusted Gordon and the party, they tried to keep their collective shock and disgust inside, but it seemed Gordon was unable to do so. He was sweating, and he threw up slightly in his mouth, though not enough for anybody to notice. Besides, they were still in the car anyway.

The party then got out, and Gordon then saw the Shoobans and said, "Those are Shoobans? I've seen those before, not too smart, and they look kinda funny. Still, I'm not sure if they're worth torturing or hurting."

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Fred said, "Thanks."

He then sat back, and relaxed.

The Great Leader's tounge flicked out for just a second before he turned back to Gordon.

"I can understand your revulsion, but it's either this, or the Parthian domination in the Indian Ocean. And someone has to perform the menial labor that floats our economy, how do you think we can sell high quality crap so cheaply?"

The Great Leader turned back to the transports:

"Alright then, someone get a fucking camera! And when you're done with that, release the Shoobans!"

The Shoobans were let out of the cages, but instead of fleeing like the Great Leader expected them to, they just stood there, honking stupidly.

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Anyway... back at the restaurant.... nothing was happening, absolutely nothing....

The Great Leader's tounge flicked out for just a second before he turned back to Gordon.

"I can understand your revulsion, but it's either this, or the Parthian domination in the Indian Ocean. And someone has to perform the menial labor that floats our economy, how do you think we can sell high quality crap so cheaply?"

The Great Leader turned back to the transports:

"Alright then, someone get a fucking camera! And when you're done with that, release the Shoobans!"

The Shoobans were let out of the cages, but instead of fleeing like the Great Leader expected them to, they just stood there, honking stupidly.

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Anyway... back at the restaurant.... nothing was happening, absolutely nothing....

Gordon thought about it, and realized the inherent hypocrisy of his statement....after all, his government did not officially used slavery, but it did have chain gangs for convicts, which was kinda close.

He kept quiet. Of course, Melissa had a camera, it was a Sony Handicam.

She readied it and said, "Mr. Li, I've a camera."

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OOC: You wanna RP the food coming to Fred?

"Never mind, the Shoobans aren't doing what I wanted them to do anyway."

And anyway, Melissa filming that would be a BAD idea, especially if the resulting tape got into the hands of the medias of nations that were for "civil rights" and other idiotic things.

The Great Leader spoke for a second with the chief slaver about the quality of the slaves, nodded, then went back to the car, got an L23 Beta 25x80mm pistol out of the glove compartment and walked over to the Shoobans.

Unceremoniously and without a word, he shot all 10 of them and kicked their mangled corpses into the harbor.

As the Great Leader got back into the car, he muttered too himself, shaking his head "Not even fucking worth the money I paid for them."

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The same waiter brought Fred his food.
Meanwhile, a speaker got up on a stage and started to talk about the inferiority of the African and Semitic races.

"Never mind, the Shoobans aren't doing what I wanted them to do anyway."

And anyway, Melissa filming that would be a BAD idea, especially if the resulting tape got into the hands of the medias of nations that were for "civil rights" and other idiotic things.

The Great Leader spoke for a second with the chief slaver about the quality of the slaves, nodded, then went back to the car, got an L23 Beta 25x80mm pistol out of the glove compartment and walked over to the Shoobans.

Unceremoniously and without a word, he shot all 10 of them and kicked their mangled corpses into the harbor.

As the Great Leader got back into the car, he muttered too himself, shaking his head "Not even fucking worth the money I paid for them."

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The same waiter brought Fred his food.
Meanwhile, a speaker got up on a stage and started to talk about the inferiority of the African and Semitic races.

Gordon said nothing....quite simply, he didn't want to embarass himself.

He was amazed at the size of the ships. They were frickin' huge!

He turned and asked Li: "What kinda ships are those, and can we buy some?"

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Fred sat back, and at his food. He ate it with pleasure, and smiled as the zebra meat went down into his stomach. It was tasty, and nice and juicy.

He sat back and thought to himself "Damn that's good."

"The Ubercarriers cost $800 billion a piece, the Uberbattleships cost around $600 billion a piece, assuming you're not mounting the NOVA guns, in which case, the Uberbattleships cost $1 trillion a piece."

"And the most beautiful part is that I didn't have to pay a cent for these..."

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The speaker finished up. Meanwhile, a large angry mob of recent Somali and Arab immigrants were gathering outside of the restaurant, ready to ambush the speaker.

"The Ubercarriers cost $800 billion a piece, the Uberbattleships cost around $600 billion a piece, assuming you're not mounting the NOVA guns, in which case, the Uberbattleships cost $1 trillion a piece."

"And the most beautiful part is that I didn't have to pay a cent for these..."

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The speaker finished up. Meanwhile, a large angry mob of recent Somali and Arab immigrants were gathering outside of the restaurant, ready to ambush the speaker.

Gordon said, "Hmm...that's a bit pricey.....what about production rights?"

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Fred then smiled and said, "Fools. They will not mess with the disciples of Fabus."

He readied his MAC-10. If s**t went down, he would react.

The Great Leader thought for a second.

"Free, if you pay me in one of the following 3 things."

1) 10 million slaves, young and healthy ones too.
2) 5 million newborns for our military slave program.
3) Production rights to the headcrab bomb.

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The speaker walked out to his car and was immediately ambushed by 2 bat wielding Somali youths.... He was knocked to the ground before he could get to his pistol...

bah-bump!

The Great Leader thought for a second.

"Free, if you pay me in one of the following 3 things."

1) 10 million slaves, young and healthy ones too.
2) 5 million newborns for our military slave program.
3) Production rights to the headcrab bomb.

~*~*~*~*~

The speaker walked out to his car and was immediately ambushed by 2 bat wielding Somali youths.... He was knocked to the ground before he could get to his pistol...

Gordon said, "Well.....we can give you production rights to the Headcrab Bomb, but as for the slaves and newborns......"

Gordon's voice turned. "We can give you convict slaves that are in very good condition, 10 million, perhaps we can send any convicts we find to do time in your land.....we use the chain gang. As for the newborns, well, I'm not sure about those.....I'm sure we can find abandoned newborns, and the babies of prisoners, possibly some from foster care. But I'm not sure how the people would react....."

"What the people think, is not the matter..."

A dock rat the size of a cat skittered in front of the Great Leader's foot.

"Dissent..." The Great Leader drove one of his talons (Lizards and hybrids don't usually wear shoes) through the rat's body without lifting his foot.

"Must..." The rat stiffened up as blood began spurting from its mouth.

"Be...." The rat's eyes rolled back into it's skull.

"Suppressed...." The Great Leader twisted his foot, mashing the rat's guts across the pavement.

"What the people think, is not the matter..."

A dock rat the size of a cat skittered in front of the Great Leader's foot.

"Dissent..." The Great Leader drove one of his talons (Lizards and hybrids don't usually wear shoes) through the rat's body without lifting his foot.

"Must..." The rat stiffened up as blood began spurting from its mouth.

"Be...." The rat's eyes rolled back into it's skull.

"Suppressed...." The Great Leader twisted his foot, mashing the rat's guts across the pavement.

Gordon then milled it over, and thought, and then said, "Well, alright, you'll get the homeless and abandoned babies (and the newborns of convicts and those who volunteer their children), healthy convicts, and the rights to the Headcrab Bomb. Anyway, nobody cares about the homeless.....it would save money for us."

Gordon then said, "You know, that same CIA could help you there.....if you want any more people."

"I find your CIA to be pathetically inadequate. Anyway, production rights are yours for the SeaDragon class Ubercarrier and the Zheng He class Uberbattleship."

"Plans can be accessed at: www.masspwnage.co.mp/naval/products/blueprints.html".

"I find your CIA to be pathetically inadequate. Anyway, production rights are yours for the SeaDragon class Ubercarrier and the Zheng He class Uberbattleship."

"Plans can be accessed at: www.masspwnage.co.mp/naval/products/blueprints.html".

Gordon then said, "Meh...whatever. Thanks."

"Anyway, let's leave the docks now, it's close to lunch anyways."

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Meanwhile it was Fred's turn to act....

BUmp!

OoC: RAWR.

Copyright violation...*mutters* stupid kids... *mutters*

(consider this a ~Tag)

"Anyway, let's leave the docks now, it's close to lunch anyways."

~*~*~*~*~

Meanwhile it was Fred's turn to act....

Fred reacted, pulling out his MAC-10 and firing it at the Somalis.

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Gordon said, "Well then, let's go."

He then got ready to leave the docks, walking to the limo, he gazed at the Ubercarriers and said, "Damn that's nice."

ooc: Sorry Dumpsterdam, but you were the only remotely Dutch nation in NS.

The Somalis and Arabs scattered for a bit and ran to their cars, grabbing G36/7 SAWs and Steyr IWS 2000s from their trunks and blasting at Fred and at some of the other patrons in the Mississippian restaurant who were firing back with their XM8s, Nechem NTW-20s and Streetsweepers.

Meanwhile, 5 Bullfrog tanks, 2 T-122s, a huge DT-114 Drone Tank and almost 3 dozen Panhard VB-4s rolled up. A sniper in an infantry pod on a Bullfrog, calmly shot Fred's MAC-10 from his hands.

However, these weren't Metro Authority (ooc: Urban/suburban policemen, rural policemen are called Tribal Authority), these were Imperial Guards.

The Somalis and Mississippians shouted collectively "SHIT! IG, RUN!" before scattering.

2 huge, black armored lizardmen grabbed Fred from the crowd before he could escape.

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"Hey, here's a good news report."

The Great Leader suddenly stopped, flipped open his Palm Pilot and a hologram of an Imperial Guard holding up Fred Lew by the back of his Roger Fabus shirt appeared.

"Apparently your son, who is supposed to be in rehab, was involved in a gunfight at a pro-Fabus restaurant run by the Mississippian Illuminati just a few seconds ago."

ooc: Sorry Dumpsterdam, but you were the only remotely Dutch nation in NS.

The Somalis and Arabs scattered for a bit and ran to their cars, grabbing G36/7 SAWs and Steyr IWS 2000s from their trunks and blasting at Fred and at some of the other patrons in the Mississippian restaurant who were firing back with their XM8s, Nechem NTW-20s and Streetsweepers.

Meanwhile, 5 Bullfrog tanks, 2 T-122s, a huge DT-114 Drone Tank and almost 3 dozen Panhard VB-4s rolled up. A sniper in an infantry pod on a Bullfrog, calmly shot Fred's MAC-10 from his hands.

However, these weren't Metro Authority (ooc: Urban/suburban policemen, rural policemen are called Tribal Authority), these were Imperial Guards.

The Somalis and Mississippians shouted collectively "SHIT! IG, RUN!" before scattering.

2 huge, black armored lizardmen grabbed Fred from the crowd before he could escape.

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"Hey, here's a good news report."

The Great Leader suddenly stopped, flipped open his Palm Pilot and a hologram of an Imperial Guard holding up Fred Lew by the back of his Roger Fabus shirt appeared.

"Apparently your son, who is supposed to be in rehab, was involved in a gunfight at a pro-Fabus restaurant run by the Mississippian Illuminati just a few seconds ago."


Gordon said, quietly yet with focused, furious anger, "I'm gonna kick his ass."

Victoria then said, "Now dear....let me talk to him, he always did like to talk to me.....I'll get him out."

Gordon then said, "Melissa, straighten him out. Please. I don't want anymore embarassments, not in an election year."

"Did you say election year?"

The Great Leader grinned, baring his 2 inch long teeth and 4 inch long fangs.

"Man... the possibilities. Anyway... I have more news..."

A pretty young hybrid woman appeared in hologram, wearing a lighter version of the Imperial Guard armor; she appeared to be about 1/2 human (i.e: Fangs, claws, tail, slits for pupils, but otherwise, human features).

"So Maia, what's the good news."

"Well, dad, Fred apparently tried to purchase more than a metric ton of drugs and smuggle them into Upper Xen. The shipping manager apparently checked the legality and determined that it was illegal to ship the drugs, until the CIA on the other side intervened."

Maia turned to Gordon.

"Mr. Lew, did you clear the order with the authorites back home?"

"Did you say election year?"

The Great Leader grinned, baring his 2 inch long teeth and 4 inch long fangs.

"Man... the possibilities. Anyway... I have more news..."

A pretty young hybrid woman appeared in hologram, wearing a lighter version of the Imperial Guard armor; she appeared to be about 1/2 human (i.e: Fangs, claws, tail, slits for pupils, but otherwise, human features).

"So Maia, what's the good news."

"Well, dad, Fred apparently tried to purchase more than a metric ton of drugs and smuggle them into Upper Xen. The shipping manager apparently checked the legality and determined that it was illegal to ship the drugs, until the CIA on the other side intervened."

Maia turned to Gordon.

"Mr. Lew, did you clear the order with the authorites back home?"


Gordon, shocked, said, "F**k no! Damn the CIA! When I get home, I'm ordering reforms......bastards, I'll have everyone of them hanged."

He then said, "Oh yeah, Maia, kick Fred in the nuts for me, will ya? And tell him his dad is gonna have a nice long talk with him later....."

At the scene....

Maia, not wanting to eviscerate Fred, kneed him in the groin hard enough to cause him to vomit and pass out with the pain, but not get killed from the shock. Fred just happened to fall face first into the pool of his own bean and zebra vomit.

Back in the limo:

"We should drive to Haikou first.... besides, the restaurants are better on the other side of the strait." (note: Haikou is opposite Daducheng on Hainan Island)

At the scene....

Maia, not wanting to eviscerate Fred, kneed him in the groin hard enough to cause him to vomit and pass out with the pain, but not get killed from the shock. Fred just happened to fall face first into the pool of his own bean and zebra vomit.

Back in the limo:

"We should drive to Haikou first.... besides, the restaurants are better on the other side of the strait." (note: Haikou is opposite Daducheng on Hainan Island)

Gordon nodded and said, "Sure. I'm okay with that. What kinda food you got? I am interested in local cuisines...."

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Fred screamed in pain. Somehow, he wished that he never fired at that crowd....or bought those drugs.

He simply shrugged. He was used to this, a simple beating, a talk with his mom, and he was back.

Of course, things would be different, Gordon had something else in mind......

"Local Cuisine? Try not to dwell on it too much."

They entred the mainland-Hainan tunnel and appeared a few minutes later in Haikou.

"Alrighty... this is right.... here."

In the meantime, Maia had changed black shorts and a tank top. Both were very errr... economical in cloth usage. She stood near Fred just in case he tried to make a break for it.

The Limo stopped...

"Alright, what do you need?" asked the Great Leader.

BahlUMP!

"Local Cuisine? Try not to dwell on it too much."

They entred the mainland-Hainan tunnel and appeared a few minutes later in Haikou.

"Alrighty... this is right.... here."

In the meantime, Maia had changed black shorts and a tank top. Both were very errr... economical in cloth usage. She stood near Fred just in case he tried to make a break for it.

The Limo stopped...

"Alright, what do you need?" asked the Great Leader.

Gordon said, "Dunno.....I have a hankering for fried chicken. And lots of Mountain Dew."

Melissa said, "Honey! You could get that anywhere......"

Gordon said, "I know, but I wanna see how they do fried chicken here."

Melissa rolled her eyes and said, "Oy....."

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Fred looked up at the woman that just kicked him in the testicles. He smiled and said, "You know....I'm used to that."

He then stumbled back up, and said, "You like Led Zeppelin? Or The Who?"

Maia pushed some of her hair out of her face.

"Of course not, and I especially don't like Roger Fabus."

Maia backhanded Fred hard enough to fracture his cheekbone.

~*~*~*~

"So you don't want to beat the shit out of Fred?"

"Anyway the best fried chicken WAS in that Mississippian restaurant, but it'll be a couple days until they open again."

"Now it's Red Louisiana. Wanna go there?"

Maia pushed some of her hair out of her face.

"Of course not, and I especially don't like Roger Fabus."

Maia backhanded Fred hard enough to break his jaw.

~*~*~*~

"So you don't want to beat the shit out of Fred?"

"Anyway the best fried chicken WAS in that Mississippian restaurant, but it'll be a couple days until they open again."

"Now it's Red Louisiana. Wanna go there?"

Fred convulsed in pain, screaming "Jesus!"

He then said, "Guess I should shut up, eh? I have antoher shirt under this, y'know."

He then removed his shirt, to reveal the same Quadrophenia T-shirt he had on earlier.

He then sidled away and sat down, bowing his head all of the way. He did not want to get roughed up too much now......he was saving it for his dad.

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Gordon said, "Oh, I'll kick his ass. I'll make that little f**k wish he was never born!"

He then said, "Why didn't you say we were at your place!? F**k, I'll bit-slap him now."

ooc: i'll say I fractured his cheekbone instead of his jaw.

Maia kicked Fred up onto the hood of the limo.

The Great Leader got out and smiled.

ooc: i'll say I fractured his cheekbone instead of his jaw.

Maia kicked Fred up onto the hood of the limo.

The Great Leader got out and smiled.

Gordon then proceeded to cuss out Fred and beat the living daylights out of him, saying to him, "You little s**t!!! You learned nothing!!!! That is it! When you get home, you are going to be in a military school! I don't care how long it takes......I'll fix you!"

He then turned to Li and said, "Got a bat?"

The Great Leader motioned to Maia, who walked into the sports store across the street and came out with several baseball bats, as well as a couple of cricket bats, a hockey stick and 2 bags of golf clubs held in her tail.

"Take your pick."

The Great Leader motioned to Maia, who walked into the sports store across the street and came out with several baseball bats, as well as a couple of cricket bats, a hockey stick and 2 bags of golf clubs held in her tail.

"Take your pick."

Gordon smiled, and said to Maia, "Throw me that aluminum baseball bat there," pointing to one bat that was, sure enough, machined from aluminum.

Maia handed the bat to Gordon.

She hoped Fred wouldn't be stupid enough to try and run....

Maia handed the bat to Gordon.

She hoped Fred wouldn't be stupid enough to try and run....

Gordon then ran after Fred, screaming, "Don't run!"

He then caught up with him, and thrashed him good. After 20 minutes, Gordon handed the bat back to Maia.

He bowed and said, "Thanks."

"Oh you're welcome... Should I take Fred to the nearest hospital?"

"Oh you're welcome... Should I take Fred to the nearest hospital?"

Gordon said, "Go ahead......."

Maia sat next to Fred grinning.

"Guess what?" she whispered "the Mississippian Federation just fell."

Meanwhile, the Great Leader got out of the car.

"You know, with this election... you might not win. Shall I quietly eliminate the competition?"

Meanwhile, the Great Leader got out of the car.

"You know, with this election... you might not win. Shall I quietly eliminate the competition?"

Gordon said, "Well....it looks neck and neck......if anything happens......I'll tell you when."

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Fred simply whined like a little girl for five minutes, and simply fell down and sulked.

He then said, "Got any books on National Communism?"

Maia stuffed Fred head first into a trash can and closed the lid tightly.

Walking back out into the street back to the Great Leader and Gordon, she asked, "Mind if I join you 2 for lunch? I didn't get to eat breakfast because I spent all morning tracking down first a Praetonian assassin who was planning to kill Emperor HellDawg of Doomingsland (note: he'll be visiting later) and then Fred."

Maia stuffed Fred head first into a trash can and closed the lid tightly.

Walking back out into the street back to the Great Leader and Gordon, she asked, "Mind if I join you 2 for lunch? I didn't get to eat breakfast because I spent all morning tracking down first a Praetonian assassin who was planning to kill Emperor HellDawg of Doomingsland (note: he'll be visiting later) and then Fred."

Gordon then said, "Don't kill Fred.......just don't, he's a dick, but he's my kid."

He said, "Besides, I've a good military school to sort him out. Anyway, you can join us."

"Fine, fine, but I'm gonna leave him in the trashcan until a garbageman finds him."

Maia smiled a toothy grin and let her forked tounge flick out, tasting the air.

"Oh by the way Mr. Lew, your cologne sucks."

"Fine, fine, but I'm gonna leave him in the trashcan until a garbageman finds him."

Maia smiled a toothy grin and let her forked tounge flick out, tasting the air.

"Oh by the way Mr. Lew, your cologne sucks."

Gordon said, slightly offended: "I have no cologne.....seriously. I don't use the stuff. You might be smelling aftershave though."

"Whatever... Now where to eat..."

The Great Leader offered a few suggestions:

"Well, there's Red Louisiana, but all they speak is French there, there's the local food if you like raw meat... which I doubt, and also, we're close to Neo Las Vegas if you want more options."

"Whatever... Now where to eat..."

The Great Leader offered a few suggestions:

"Well, there's Red Louisiana, but all they speak is French there, there's the local food if you like raw meat... which I doubt, and also, we're close to Neo Las Vegas if you want more options."

Melissa smiled and said, "Mr. Li, I know French...want me to translate for the Red Louisianans?"

"Then Red Lousiana it is."

Everyone got into the limo and drove off, later, the garbage man discovered Fred.

"Err... are you an illegal clone that someone threw out or something?"

"Then Red Lousiana it is."

Everyone got into the limo and drove off, later, the garbage man discovered Fred.

"Err... are you an illegal clone that someone threw out or something?"

Fred smiled and said to him, "No. I'm your mother, and its time to go to bed. Of course I'm not an illegal clone.....I'm the son of the President of Upper Xen, much humbled."

He crawled out and said, "Now, if you excuse me....I've gotta go get some chow."

He stole a Vespa scooter, and drove after his dad's limo.

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Gordon then said, "Well, Mr. Li, thanks for the lunch in advance, nice of you to take us out."

"Hey, guess who's following us... it's Fred... I'll respect your wishes and refrain from running him over."

"Ok, we're here..."

Red Lousiana appeared to be a large Frenchish mansion, except only a few extremely wealthy looking patrons were wandering about.

The Great Leader handed off the car to the valet.

"Hey, guess who's following us... it's Fred... I'll respect your wishes and refrain from running him over."

"Ok, we're here..."

Red Lousiana appeared to be a large Frenchish mansion, except only a few extremely wealthy looking patrons were wandering about.

The Great Leader handed off the car to the valet.

Melissa then walked up to the maitre'd, and addressed him in French, asking him for a table for a party of 5, no 6, Fred was here.

OOC: Don't know much French, we might handle this in English.....but say its in French....wanna post in my election thread?

The Great Leader turned to Melissa and Gordon.

"Do you really expect me to pay for Fred?"

The Great Leader turned to Melissa and Gordon.

"Do you really expect me to pay for Fred?"

Gordon said, "Mr. Li, I'll pay for his share. Don't worry."

He then glared at Fred and said, "You'll behave, right?"

Fred said, "Yes, dad."

"Good." Gordon said. Fred knew very damn well he was in trouble already.....why make things worse?

The Great Leader turned to Fred

"Take a shower, please. You can use the Inn showers nearby." (note: this is a hotel.)

The Great Leader turned to Fred

"Take a shower, please. You can use the Inn showers nearby." (note: this is a hotel.)

Fred said, "Oh yeah."

He soon went off to the showers at the inn....and went to work, getting clean.

"Anyway...". (note: this should be in English)

"Ok, let's see what's around..."

"Anyway...". (note: this should be in English)

"Ok, let's see what's around..."

Melissa led them, and said to the maitre'd in French, "Thank you sir, are there any nonsmoking seats available?"

"Er... of course... The Great Leader banned all tobacco use quite some time ago."

"Er... of course... The Great Leader banned all tobacco use quite some time ago."

Melissa said, "Thank you."

She then said, "How long will the wait be?"

"We have too many tables and too high prices... Right this way..."

"We have too many tables and too high prices... Right this way..."

Melissa didn't like the sound of that, but meh.

She then motioned to the party, and followed the waiter.

*BUMP!*

ooc: Assume this is after the meal is finished. Ignore the bizzare time shift.

IC:
"Well, you heard the person on the other side of the line, sit tight here. Why don't you tour our nation? See our version of Hong Kong?"

*BUMP!*

ooc: Assume this is after the meal is finished. Ignore the bizzare time shift.

IC:
"Well, you heard the person on the other side of the line, sit tight here. Why don't you tour our nation? See our version of Hong Kong?"

Gordon said, "Sure....it might as well take my mind off hte fact the opposition won."

"How's it different?"

"Well, it's 12 times the size for one... You'll see when we get there, but I'll tell you this right now, keep at least one hand on your gun at all times in that town."

"Well, it's 12 times the size for one... You'll see when we get there."

Gordon said, "Hmmm...nice.....I think I'll take the tour."

He then got on the limo along with the kids and wife, and began to get ready.

"This requires a short trip to the Imperial Palace... I have a G20 Transport version waiting there."

bump*