Stevid
14-05-2005, 20:00
Espoinage Thread: Stevid vs. Guffingford
ooc: Me and Guff talked about his on msn. Both of us are now ingaged in a small arms race due to the new battleship building by both our nations. This thread is about Stevid MI6 agents attempting to get tecnology info on Guffingfords new armour scheme and the technology for other aspects of ship building to give Stevid chance to become level pegging with Guff. Feel free to read, TAG whatever, but don't post an rp unless it seems that it's needed.
Secret IC:
Stevid, Stevid Capitia, Sercet Service Main Office and HQ 11:26pm
Michael Jones walked down the brightly lit corridor of the MI6 HQ in centre of Stevid's Capital city. He had just been driven from the Foreign Office and hadn't been impressed by the current affairs. The MoD had informed the Government about the huge naval undertaking to compete with the Guffingfordii battleship that is now being pumped out of their drydocks. The MoD decided to cancel Jones' idea of the Domination Class battleship and replace the designs with the massive Catholic Class Dreadnought battleship.
Since the two nations were now entring a small but dangerous arms races which Stevid was beginning to pour money into, everyone knew that they were going to lose. Guffingford was larger and richer than Stevid on the Defence budget and so had the advantage over the Stevid BAE Systems. This new armour system that had been devised by Guffingfordii scientists was every atractive to the PM and MI6 and Stevid BAE. It was a must have. Stevid scientist where already getting on with coming up with the formula to make such armour but progress was slow. MI6 needed to get the armour technology details and anything else they could lay their hands on. Jones' had come up with the plan and everyone agreed that it should be carried out, so now he was on his way to the meeting with the military and government officails to go over the plans.
Jones made his way through eightenn retenail, ID card, and personal visual check points to reach the conference room. He entered the room which extremly dark apart from the long table in the middle of the room which was emiting a dim amount light. He sat down with the rest of the people there and put his folders and documents down on the table.
"Okay people. You know why your all here and it is for the good of the country. We have undertaken large scale and dangerous espoinage mission before but this is different. This is misison that will take place on "friendly" ground which, in the fullness of time, might not be so friendly. You all know of the Catholic Class battleship. Well this huge ship intends to make a mockery of the one Gufingford pulled out of the old yards. But with their new arnour and cannon barrell designs are some of the best in the world. Now i'm not playing down our designers but for Stevid to do well in this arms race we need to get a decent foothold."
"Your saying that we're going to spy and and steal technology from one of our closest allies? Sir, that must be next to heresy, Guffingford is very close and even if it is for the good of Stevid it still feels wrong." said one of the man at the far end of the table.
Another man then spoke up, "Aye, your treading a fine line here laddy, what if they get caught, we'll be totaly exposed."
"I understand your concerns gentlemen however, there is no need to worry. No man who is Stevid born or anyother nationality has been imployed into Stevid MI6 due to a lack of firce patriotism. The ones we have now are crack veterans and will do anything for the safety of their country. In short, if they get caught, they will do their upmost to resist torture or if worst comes to the worst, the siani pill. They'll do their job".
There was a silence in the room for a few seconds as the twenty people around the table let what had just been said sink in.
A man who sat close to Jones broken the silence, "The armour is very tempting, even without it our battleship is extremly powerful, the armour will make it fear a lot more across the world. I say it's worth the risk. Stevid deserves the best at a small cost of a few treaties. I believe that I speak for everyone here," he said sternly (his tone of voice made it clear to Jones that he was Serect Police),"when I ask you Mr. Jones, what did you have in mind?
A smile spread across Jones' face, he opened a bright red folder that had copies of a single document inside. He stood up and walk around the table handing out the documents and then sat down again. Several minutes past as the men in the room read what was on the paper. A few shook their heads and frowned but many seemed to approve and noded their heads and made noises of approval. When the last man finshed reading Jones spoke up again.
"We will leave all documents in the retenail safe to prevent theft and we will not discuss the plans here because of possible bugging or anywhere else, nor will you speak about this to anyone, spies are everywhere. Understood?
Everyone noded and then began to file out of the conference room, Jones left last. He felt tired and glanced at his watch and was not supprised to see that is was midnight. He began the very long walk through the underground complex of the HQ and the long trek to the serface to get to his and drive home. He knew it was going to be an extremly long week and probably for the rest of the month he was going to be spending most of is life underground at his place of work.
"But it'll be worth it" he thought to himself. Stevid needs this and me losing a few hours slepp is a small price to pay to get Stevid some of the technology in the world to make one of the most powerful ships in the world.
Stevid needs that armour, the Catholic Class needs that armour, and Stevid was going to get through MI6, it was now his duty to get it for Stevid.
ooc: Me and Guff talked about his on msn. Both of us are now ingaged in a small arms race due to the new battleship building by both our nations. This thread is about Stevid MI6 agents attempting to get tecnology info on Guffingfords new armour scheme and the technology for other aspects of ship building to give Stevid chance to become level pegging with Guff. Feel free to read, TAG whatever, but don't post an rp unless it seems that it's needed.
Secret IC:
Stevid, Stevid Capitia, Sercet Service Main Office and HQ 11:26pm
Michael Jones walked down the brightly lit corridor of the MI6 HQ in centre of Stevid's Capital city. He had just been driven from the Foreign Office and hadn't been impressed by the current affairs. The MoD had informed the Government about the huge naval undertaking to compete with the Guffingfordii battleship that is now being pumped out of their drydocks. The MoD decided to cancel Jones' idea of the Domination Class battleship and replace the designs with the massive Catholic Class Dreadnought battleship.
Since the two nations were now entring a small but dangerous arms races which Stevid was beginning to pour money into, everyone knew that they were going to lose. Guffingford was larger and richer than Stevid on the Defence budget and so had the advantage over the Stevid BAE Systems. This new armour system that had been devised by Guffingfordii scientists was every atractive to the PM and MI6 and Stevid BAE. It was a must have. Stevid scientist where already getting on with coming up with the formula to make such armour but progress was slow. MI6 needed to get the armour technology details and anything else they could lay their hands on. Jones' had come up with the plan and everyone agreed that it should be carried out, so now he was on his way to the meeting with the military and government officails to go over the plans.
Jones made his way through eightenn retenail, ID card, and personal visual check points to reach the conference room. He entered the room which extremly dark apart from the long table in the middle of the room which was emiting a dim amount light. He sat down with the rest of the people there and put his folders and documents down on the table.
"Okay people. You know why your all here and it is for the good of the country. We have undertaken large scale and dangerous espoinage mission before but this is different. This is misison that will take place on "friendly" ground which, in the fullness of time, might not be so friendly. You all know of the Catholic Class battleship. Well this huge ship intends to make a mockery of the one Gufingford pulled out of the old yards. But with their new arnour and cannon barrell designs are some of the best in the world. Now i'm not playing down our designers but for Stevid to do well in this arms race we need to get a decent foothold."
"Your saying that we're going to spy and and steal technology from one of our closest allies? Sir, that must be next to heresy, Guffingford is very close and even if it is for the good of Stevid it still feels wrong." said one of the man at the far end of the table.
Another man then spoke up, "Aye, your treading a fine line here laddy, what if they get caught, we'll be totaly exposed."
"I understand your concerns gentlemen however, there is no need to worry. No man who is Stevid born or anyother nationality has been imployed into Stevid MI6 due to a lack of firce patriotism. The ones we have now are crack veterans and will do anything for the safety of their country. In short, if they get caught, they will do their upmost to resist torture or if worst comes to the worst, the siani pill. They'll do their job".
There was a silence in the room for a few seconds as the twenty people around the table let what had just been said sink in.
A man who sat close to Jones broken the silence, "The armour is very tempting, even without it our battleship is extremly powerful, the armour will make it fear a lot more across the world. I say it's worth the risk. Stevid deserves the best at a small cost of a few treaties. I believe that I speak for everyone here," he said sternly (his tone of voice made it clear to Jones that he was Serect Police),"when I ask you Mr. Jones, what did you have in mind?
A smile spread across Jones' face, he opened a bright red folder that had copies of a single document inside. He stood up and walk around the table handing out the documents and then sat down again. Several minutes past as the men in the room read what was on the paper. A few shook their heads and frowned but many seemed to approve and noded their heads and made noises of approval. When the last man finshed reading Jones spoke up again.
"We will leave all documents in the retenail safe to prevent theft and we will not discuss the plans here because of possible bugging or anywhere else, nor will you speak about this to anyone, spies are everywhere. Understood?
Everyone noded and then began to file out of the conference room, Jones left last. He felt tired and glanced at his watch and was not supprised to see that is was midnight. He began the very long walk through the underground complex of the HQ and the long trek to the serface to get to his and drive home. He knew it was going to be an extremly long week and probably for the rest of the month he was going to be spending most of is life underground at his place of work.
"But it'll be worth it" he thought to himself. Stevid needs this and me losing a few hours slepp is a small price to pay to get Stevid some of the technology in the world to make one of the most powerful ships in the world.
Stevid needs that armour, the Catholic Class needs that armour, and Stevid was going to get through MI6, it was now his duty to get it for Stevid.