Pope Adolf
20-03-2005, 05:29
OOC: For more info on this terrorist group, see my signature. Neo Earth has agreed to this.
IC:
It was about that time of day when you are feeling really lazy. The birds are singing, the sun is nice and toasty, and your friendly neighbourhood official, General Jack LaSalle, is 'preaching' on religion.
General LaSalle: "I understand that most of you go into church on sunday mornings. I understand that some of you go to church on sunday nights. But what I don't understand, is why you go in the middle of the week! Religion is a load of bull-hockey! There is no reason why you should be going at all! I mean, sure, sunday mass may be nice if you have nothing better to do that day. If there is no football game, you are out of beer, and the world was NOT a place that needed protection, then sure, go ahead to your little catholic meetings. But that isn't true! There are better things to do with your time instead of listen to some old, fat, fart mumble in Latin for a couple hours! All of it is just a scare tactic so that you will give them money. Indulgences my foot! I do not appreciate the tax payer giving money to the church instead of the government where it belongs! You aren't going to hell, you aren't going to heaven. No pergatory, either. You just die. Thats it. End of the line, you die. I don't understand why you idiots are..."
The General's voice trails off as he notices a plinking sound. After the sound is heard, the General jumps to the side. What he believed to be a grenade, was actually CS gas. The entire assembly is running out of the building, punching, kicking, and clawing to be away from that dreadful, lung-bursting feeling. As the General is leaving out the back door, he feels around to find one of his bodyguards. He doesn't find them. What happened.
For about a week now, the terrorist group known as the Black Crusaders has known about his frustration at teh Catholic Church. The Modern Inquisitors do not appreciate this. They planned for that week, ready to kidnap the General and make an example of him. They planned on getting to the country like normal immigrants, straight from their home base in the Nation of Pope Adolf. They took almost no supplies. They did not plan on it being any difficult.
The assembly of about 1000 people had about 10 terrorist members included within the crowd. The General did not know that the plain-clothes terrorists were in the room with him. His bodyguards were protecting him, even though it was just a small speech to try and get some more funds for the military. It was broadcasted on live TV.
Barely had his speech begun when a member of the Black Crusaders tossed a canister of CS gas onto the stage. Several other members followed suit, donning gas masks and tossing their own respective canisters. Shortly, the room was filled with it and the Black Crusaders had all the working room that they needed.
Unfortunately for them, the guards were loyal. They could not be bribed, and they were not going to run from the general. Coughing and wheezing, they ducked behind the podium and began firing at the forms of the terrorists that they had seen throw the canisters. Everyone had left the room, it was now a battlefield.
Four out of the ten terrorists were shot. Three died on the spot, and one would come out to die later, before getting back to base. The other six, outgunned, took cover behind some tables and waited for the gas to take effect.
Once the guards were incapacitated and the gas started to clear, Black One began to look around the room. No General in sight. Hearing the back door slam shut, the terrorists ripped off their gas masks and sprinted in pursuit.
Now, back to the General.
General LaSalle: "Damned bodyguards, of course they would just run off. Oh well, I don't need them anyway."
Pressing his button on his wrist, he became a blip on a radar. His military chopper was en route to pick him up. Once it arrived, it landed in the street and picked him up. It quickly took off. General LaSalle surveys the land below, observing the crowd of people trying to find their families outside of the recently gassed building.
He takes a moment to recollect himself. It is a couple minutes later when he notices that they are not going to the base. He is just contemplating this when the door to the cockpit area opens. The terrorist known as Black Leader Beta walks in and puts a gun in his face. The cool barrel of the rifle stands as a constant reminder to not try anything.
Black Leader: "Do not move, or I will be forced to kill you. I am an Inquisitor, and I will feel no regret from spraying your blood all over this chopper. It is technically your chopper anyways."
(Earlier, just after the General was dropped off for his speech, the chopper went to refuel. The refueling truck that met the chopper was actually full of terrorists, who took the pilots by surprise, killed them with minimal casualties of their own, and promptly refueled the chopper themselves. They got the fueling truck by watching the fueling queue for the local area and hijacking it by posing as employees.)
Black Leader, speaking to the pilot via open door: "What is our ETA?"
Pilot: "Ten minutes, give or take a minute or two."
Black Leader: "Excellent. How is the radar jammer coming along?"
Pilot: "Just fine. Nobody should notice us as anything more than just another military chopper that patrols this area frequently."
Black Leader: "Good job." (looking back at the General) "You wouldn't happen to have a breathmint, would you? Some of my boys in the back said that your yelling was bad enough to make them put on their gas masks prematurely. Jeff says he wanted to kill you on the spot, but we have better plans for you."
10 minutes later, the chopper makes a landing in a clearing in the middle of a dense forest about 20 miles outside of the city. The crew unloads, and get into their bunker.
IC:
It was about that time of day when you are feeling really lazy. The birds are singing, the sun is nice and toasty, and your friendly neighbourhood official, General Jack LaSalle, is 'preaching' on religion.
General LaSalle: "I understand that most of you go into church on sunday mornings. I understand that some of you go to church on sunday nights. But what I don't understand, is why you go in the middle of the week! Religion is a load of bull-hockey! There is no reason why you should be going at all! I mean, sure, sunday mass may be nice if you have nothing better to do that day. If there is no football game, you are out of beer, and the world was NOT a place that needed protection, then sure, go ahead to your little catholic meetings. But that isn't true! There are better things to do with your time instead of listen to some old, fat, fart mumble in Latin for a couple hours! All of it is just a scare tactic so that you will give them money. Indulgences my foot! I do not appreciate the tax payer giving money to the church instead of the government where it belongs! You aren't going to hell, you aren't going to heaven. No pergatory, either. You just die. Thats it. End of the line, you die. I don't understand why you idiots are..."
The General's voice trails off as he notices a plinking sound. After the sound is heard, the General jumps to the side. What he believed to be a grenade, was actually CS gas. The entire assembly is running out of the building, punching, kicking, and clawing to be away from that dreadful, lung-bursting feeling. As the General is leaving out the back door, he feels around to find one of his bodyguards. He doesn't find them. What happened.
For about a week now, the terrorist group known as the Black Crusaders has known about his frustration at teh Catholic Church. The Modern Inquisitors do not appreciate this. They planned for that week, ready to kidnap the General and make an example of him. They planned on getting to the country like normal immigrants, straight from their home base in the Nation of Pope Adolf. They took almost no supplies. They did not plan on it being any difficult.
The assembly of about 1000 people had about 10 terrorist members included within the crowd. The General did not know that the plain-clothes terrorists were in the room with him. His bodyguards were protecting him, even though it was just a small speech to try and get some more funds for the military. It was broadcasted on live TV.
Barely had his speech begun when a member of the Black Crusaders tossed a canister of CS gas onto the stage. Several other members followed suit, donning gas masks and tossing their own respective canisters. Shortly, the room was filled with it and the Black Crusaders had all the working room that they needed.
Unfortunately for them, the guards were loyal. They could not be bribed, and they were not going to run from the general. Coughing and wheezing, they ducked behind the podium and began firing at the forms of the terrorists that they had seen throw the canisters. Everyone had left the room, it was now a battlefield.
Four out of the ten terrorists were shot. Three died on the spot, and one would come out to die later, before getting back to base. The other six, outgunned, took cover behind some tables and waited for the gas to take effect.
Once the guards were incapacitated and the gas started to clear, Black One began to look around the room. No General in sight. Hearing the back door slam shut, the terrorists ripped off their gas masks and sprinted in pursuit.
Now, back to the General.
General LaSalle: "Damned bodyguards, of course they would just run off. Oh well, I don't need them anyway."
Pressing his button on his wrist, he became a blip on a radar. His military chopper was en route to pick him up. Once it arrived, it landed in the street and picked him up. It quickly took off. General LaSalle surveys the land below, observing the crowd of people trying to find their families outside of the recently gassed building.
He takes a moment to recollect himself. It is a couple minutes later when he notices that they are not going to the base. He is just contemplating this when the door to the cockpit area opens. The terrorist known as Black Leader Beta walks in and puts a gun in his face. The cool barrel of the rifle stands as a constant reminder to not try anything.
Black Leader: "Do not move, or I will be forced to kill you. I am an Inquisitor, and I will feel no regret from spraying your blood all over this chopper. It is technically your chopper anyways."
(Earlier, just after the General was dropped off for his speech, the chopper went to refuel. The refueling truck that met the chopper was actually full of terrorists, who took the pilots by surprise, killed them with minimal casualties of their own, and promptly refueled the chopper themselves. They got the fueling truck by watching the fueling queue for the local area and hijacking it by posing as employees.)
Black Leader, speaking to the pilot via open door: "What is our ETA?"
Pilot: "Ten minutes, give or take a minute or two."
Black Leader: "Excellent. How is the radar jammer coming along?"
Pilot: "Just fine. Nobody should notice us as anything more than just another military chopper that patrols this area frequently."
Black Leader: "Good job." (looking back at the General) "You wouldn't happen to have a breathmint, would you? Some of my boys in the back said that your yelling was bad enough to make them put on their gas masks prematurely. Jeff says he wanted to kill you on the spot, but we have better plans for you."
10 minutes later, the chopper makes a landing in a clearing in the middle of a dense forest about 20 miles outside of the city. The crew unloads, and get into their bunker.