NationStates Jolt Archive

The preperations were made, most of the needs were in order and done. Ivonov Carilloton looked over the what had become known as 'Black Market Mountain' from his office. The hub of the Red Tide Mafias black weapons market. It was known to most terrorists, arms dealers, and a few drug dealers. But for too long had the Red Tide Mafia had sold outdated Soviet-era weapons. That was about to change. At this upcoming event, they would open up updated weapons they had 'acquired', as well as 2 completely new devices... it swelled Ivonovs heart with pride to know that black market mountain, and thus the arms fair, was under his control, and he would personally be unveiling the two new devices. A door opened behind him, Ivonov turned to see his second in command.

"Everything is ready. All we need to do is send out the message."

Ivonov simply replied, "Do it."

Top Secret Message To All Arms Dealers, Freedom Fighters(OOC:Read:Rebels, terrorists, and geurillas), Oppressed Nations(OOC:Read:Rogue Nations), and Mercenarie Groups/Individuals
"We will be hosting a new Arms Fair. All sorts of weapons our organization has acquired will be unveiled, as well as TWO new devices never seen before. Please send a represetative with a copy of this message to Red Tide via regular commercial airlines. All expenses will be paid. Then go to the following co-ordanites(OOC:These are completely made up, so bear with me):1574, 4231. Have your representative show the copy to the gate gaurds. They will let you in and tell you what to do. Thank you."
End Message

OOC:This is a Open MT RP for all those mentioned above. I will accept(as a matter of fact want) 2 intelligence agencies to intercept the messages and send a spy with a copy just to see whats going on. But no more then 2 seperate nations.

Pachman's PDA beeped vibrated in his pocket. It was a specially adapted, secure line, so that the Kazakhstanian forces could not intercept his messages. He hoped.

He read the message, and hsi heart skipped a beat. An arms fair just for his nation, it seemed. This could be interesting.

"Dmitry! Get the '41 wound up, we're going to Red Tide2." he yelled, referrign to the F/A-41 fighter he flew in. He ahd specially adapted cargo pods under the wings, for arms transfers and the like.

He strode to his flight suit, popped it on, and made his way to the fighter. He then replied, asking if he could ride his fighter there, instead.

"So, some BMteers are selling new stuff, may be interesting, sir."
"Yes it is, now who should we send."
"Viper, Hellcat and Blackmark are out, so that leaves Wolf, and Loki."
"Send Loki."
"Yes sir."

The Director of Foreign Affairs, leaned back in his seat as the ops chief left.
This would be interesting.

The terrorist received his orders as well as the papers and caught the first flight to Red Tide, while booking a car over the phone.

ooc: Loki is both a goverment agent and a terrorist.

Sitting on a cruiser in the middle of the ocean didn't drawl much excitment during peacetimes. Unless you were in the intelligence department.

The communication that had just came across had been intercepted with relative ease, decoded, and the RMV Chelsea had a Seahawk helicopter on the pad going through preflight.

The mission was simple. Fly in, set up a base away from the area, and then send in one officer to check the area. If need be, he could blend in as an arms dealer and enter the compound.

OOC:Okay... so from my count we have one Terrorist, 2 intellegince operatives. Okay, I hope more people join.

IC: The Northeast part of Red Tide was cold and mountanious. The Gate gaurds to Black Market Mountain preferred to stay inside their gate huts. Playing cards, reading books. Becuase they stayed inside they kept the gate locked... unless someone drove up(or walked) up.

The response to Pachman's message came quickly.

Top Secret Reply
"It is not advised you do that. However, I might be able to get you cleared through Red Tides Air-Defense Command."
End Message

Faerl Street drove down the road, looking at a map he'd purchased at a airport store, to find the co-ordinates. He pulled up to the gate and rolled down the window as he waited for some to come over. He also got the letter sent out.

The Gaurd took the copy, nodded and said, "Alright, The main event will begin in 3 hours. You can use that time to browse items. Watch out for Icy patches on the road." Then he walked over to the gate and opened it.

Anybody who had ever been to Black Market Mountain knew that the gaurds(who were actually Red Tide Mafia Thugs)usually carried AK-47s. But now every gaurd had M4A1 Assualt Rifles... an modern American gun!

Faerl drove throught, skidded on an ice patch before pulling into the parking lot, and headed into the building.

The first room was a rest area, with a map of the compound.

The Room to the right led to the cafeteria. The room up ahead was the main audotorium but was closed for the next 3 hours(when the main event would happen). The room to the left was the Handheld Weapons Market and the Shooting Range, the room behind the handheld Weapons Market and Shooting Range was the Vehicle Market, where tanks, artillery, and other vehicles were sold. Next to the Vehicle Market was the Missile and Mass Destruction Market. This room contained the most expensive items in the building, it held Ballistic and Cruise Missiles, as well as specially preserved chemical and biological Agents.

Johnny Nakamura was an enterprising J-Mod ganger. Like many J-Mods, he was a well dressed man in a mohair suit, with British and Japanese flag symbols on his jacket. He had a trenchcoat, a wad of cash, and a sense of style and arrogance about him that made him unique.

Unlike many Mods, he specialized in selling guns. He wanted to staisfy the hunger of many Xenizens for a firearm, without the permits, or the taxes. The permits were easy, just take a 16-hr safety course and pass a test. The taxes and licensing fees were the killer part. That's where he came in.

He had heard the message from the Red Tide Mafia. He called in his very lovely assistant, Fujiko, and told her, "Blimp, 'oney, i've a job fe yew. ay need yew ter bowl ter redtide2, and pick up some guns fe me. be mint now, 'ere's some spend'n rips...."

He gave her a wad of bills, some $15,000 USD, and said, "'uv fun."

Fujiko winked, and said to Johnny, "relax darl'n, it'll be or'rite......i'll get de job done, eh?"

Johnny smiled, and nodded.

fujiko then left with a copy of the note, and boarded a plane to Redtide2. There, she rented a car, and proceeded to the coordinates...

The gaurd walked out to the car, took the copy of the letter. Repeated what he had said earlier to Faerl, then opened the gate and waved the woman threw.

Faerl decided to start with the firearms room, and headed into it to see what they had for sale.

He wound his window down and gave the guard a good look at the screen of his PDA, bearing the invitation.
"I'm Jothias Sangus, here for the convention. Representing the AMC."
The guard sent him through and he pulled into the parking lot. Jothias opened the trunk and brought out two large metal suitcases and set them down beside him. He set his car alarm (though the term 'armed' would be more appropriate) and headed towards the main building. He was surprised he wasnt searched on his way in, but an arms convention needs guns, right?

The sound of guns being shot echoed all around the handheld weaponry area, every-so-often acompanied with a whoosh followed by a explosion as someone tested out a Rocket Launcher or Guided Anti-Tank Missile Launcher.

The selection was wide, ranging from standard 9mm pistols that every god-damn military, police, and special agent force on the planet used, to Russian, European, and American Assualt Rifles(mostly M4s, G-36s, and AKS-74s), to Anti-Tank Rocket Launchers and Guided Missiles(both anti-aircraft and Anti-tank). All the prices were listed right next to the gun, both in American Dollars and Red Tidean Rubles.

Around midnight that same night, two black limosines guarded by four black Kawasaki CrotchRocket motorcycles pulled up to the front gate. The guard knocked on one of the tinted windows on the lead car. Two of the motorcyclists whipped out Skorpion submachine guns and took aim. The window of the car rolled down, revealing a small old asian man in a black business suit. He waved at the cyclists, still wearing their helmets and black jumpsuits. The men lowered their weapons. The asian man turned to the guard. "Mistah Sakata requests an audience with Mistah Ivonov immediately. The Hogosha have a desire to take part in operations in this area, and I believe Ivonov will be willing. Please, let us through." The guard studies the man and his guards for a moment, suddenly realizing that there could be thugs in this car and the other behind it. "Okay, go on through. I'll open the gates for ya." The guard waves the car forward. The asian man rolls his window up, hiding himself. The men on the 'cycles move the bikes forward as well. The guard hustles inside and opens the gate. The six vehicles move silently through into the compund.

Faerl decided to sample a variety of weapons, testing them for easy of use/maintence, accuracy and reload time.

OOC:Normally, RPing the actions of another persons people would warrant a ignore... but in this case...

IC:By the time they had gotten there Ivonov Second-in-Command was there to meet them. He walked up to the motorcade. Waited for everybody to get out. The man adressed the group as a whole, "Mr. Ivonov is in the audotorium setting up. There is a back door, please follow me."

Josef Pastery recieves a video conference from one of his top agents.

Agent:We have word that Red Tide2 is the host to an illegal arms market.

Pastery:Really? this might be interesting. We need weapons, but our nation is short on spending money.

Agent: Don't forget, you are trying to get into the UN...they wouldn't like this.

Pastery:We must find a way to get guns, yet, come out looking like the good guys...

Agent: Crash the market

Pastery:excellent idea, but our army is rather small, and the only way up the large mountains of Red Tide2 besides foot is by plane. Our airforce is in the works...But we do have a few planes.

Agent: My suggestion is to get intell on this situation before doing anything, we would not want to be on bad terms with Red Tide2.

Pastery: Very well, in fact...we must make friends with Red Tide2...once inside we find out all we can. Actually, maybe Red Tide2 can make a good allie...they have weapons and such...

(closes video conference...shuts laptop)

(pulls out pda)

Pastery: President of Red Tide2...we would love to see what this market is all about, in fact we might be interested in buying from you...hit me back on da 2 way...son...no...thats not right...

(hits the delete button frantically)

Pastery: Please contact me with more details...Leader of the Glorious esSCONEian empire, Josef Pastery

OOC;A few tidbits, the Red Tide Goverment has NOTHING to do with this, it is the Red Tide MAFIA that is running the show. The Red Tide Mafia leader(known only as The Boss(and his top 5 men known as the 'Circle of Five') are the ones you want to contact. However, The Bosses and the Circle of Fives locations are unknown to anyone except them and the people gaurding them.

As Faerl tested the weapons, he made notes on a pad, the writing indeciferable to anyone save himself. Once he's gone throught the fireams, he heads into the vehicle room.

He stood on the Firing Plate and delved into the inside of his jacket, both hands emerging holding a .50AE Handgun. He spent a while putting holes in cardboard, then went to check out the bigger weapons.
Cradling a Swiss SG-552 he opened fire on the range and gave the gun back to the seller. He payed him for the magazine he used, and walked towards the rifles section. The store owner looked at the thirty swaying targets in amazement, as each had a hole in the middle of the head.

Most of the vehicles in the vehicle room were Russian, with a few exceptions. The Vehicle room was actually divided up into 'sections'. There was the tank section, that sold mostly T-90s, but there were a few Leopard 2A6 tanks there. Then there was the APC Section, mostly BMP-2s, but there were a few Bradley IFVs. Then came the truck section, which contained, unsurprisingly, militaryn trucks. There was the helicopter section, on display was a Mi-28 HAVOC Attack Helicopter and a Mi-26 HALO Transport Helicopter. Finally there was the airplane section, here the only things that were on display were F4 Phantom IIIs and MiG-21s. The rest were civilian cars, of which there was a good selection.

The arms dealer stared at the holes, mouth agape. Absolutely amazed, he simply thought, "Who the hell is that guy?"

Faerl moved throught the room, making more notations in his incomprenhsible short hand. He then walked over to the one of the non-guards in the room, "So how are these delivered and sold?"

"Well..." The dealer said"I dont really know the specifics, but the purchaser makes the order here and then we deliver it to him via freighters that we privately own, the buyer usually deposits the money in a temporary swiss bank account, which we then withdraw into a permanent Red Tidean one. The vehicles you see here are not taken home, they are the real thing, yes, but thats just so the buyers know the specifics of what their purchasing."

"Thank you for the info." Street replied as he headed into the WMD room.

It was in the WMD room that everything reverted back to Cold War-era weaponry. The WMD room was divided into 'Missile' and 'Bio-Hazard' Sections. The missile section had displays of SCUD-A and FROG-7 Ballistic Missiles. There were also SA-2 and SA-6 Surface-Air Missiles(the kind mounted on vehicle launchers). The 'Bio-Hazard' Section had really strict security. It was seperated from the rest of the building by a airlock where people showered in disinfectant and put on HAZMAT suites. Then they entered the main hall. The Hall had seperate rooms which contained the transparent canisters that held the viruses, bacteria, and gases. The windows were bulletproof, Shatterproof, etc.. The Containers themselves were built to withstand massive temperature and pressure extremes. As for the bio and chemical agents themselves, they had VX Nerve Gas, Mustard Gas, Chlorine Gas, Ebola(the Airborne Strain), Anthrax, and more.

Jothias reassembled the AS50 and put it back on the rack, heading back to the handguns to buy some ammunition for himself. He bought four magazines of Action Express and loaded up.
Something caught his eye, at the other end of the market. It was an SDASS tactical shotgun. He had looked everywhere for something like this a few months ago, but now the gap had been filled by his Benelli Nova.
He walked back to the main entrance where he had left his suitcases, and looked for a place to set up shop.

There were plenty of empty stalls in the Handheld weapons room. 1 out of every 8 stalls were empty. This out of 1600 stalls.

Faerl went throught, making notes on the WMDs before heading back out throught the decon chamber, and headed toward the demonstration hall.

The audotorium still wasnt open. It would be another hour and 15 minutes before people would be permitted in.

Faerl Street headed into the cafeteria, to both consult his notes and get something to eat.

He found a quiet area and sat down. Opening the first suitcase revealed his cargo, What appeared to be 40-something blocks of C4 was actually a cardboard cover, and hidden beneath was something far more valuable. It was a solid gold S&W 686 with 6 rounds of ammunition pre-loaded. He set it out carefully as to show as much of it as possible and arranged the bullets around the gun. It was one of its kind, used in action by the greatest Concremian Gang-Lord, known only as Nasc. He still ruled from his guarded stronghold, but was getting to old to weild it himself. Nasc had personally presented it to the Leader of the AMC, who was killed in a shootout later that week. Very few knew how Jothias came to be in possession of it, and most of them valued their life enough to pretend they knew nothing.

In the other suitcase lay his stuff, an assortment of small arms that he arranged for sale, a large canvas that he draped over the desk, and his Benelli Nova that he held under the table with one hand. Also, there were various types of rare and illegal ammunition and two Bofors AK5Ds.

The new stall quickly attracted the new buyers. A man, obviously a Mafia man who kept on the lookout for non-Red Tidean Mafia stalls walked up. He looked at the S&W 686 before saying in English with a Russian Accent. "I have never seen a gun like this. How much is it?"

After Faerl finished his sandwich and drink, as well as made a number of correlation indexes for his notes decided to see if anything was new. Seeing the new stand, he headed over to see what they had.

"2 million. United States dollars, that is" he replied bluntly, "You wont many things like this in the world, never mind a place like this."
As more people crowded his stall his grip on his shotgun tightened. Whoever tried to swipe something first would leave in a body bag. If they were lucky.

"Will you take a check?" He said, taking out a check book and preparing a pencil.

"Yes." Jothias said, "Its a pleasure doing business with a man of the esteemed Red Tide 2 Mafia, if i am not mistaken. I hope you have as much luck with it as the previous owner. You may have heard of him, the Concremian Triad leader Nasc..."
He checked and loaded the gun, and turned away to tend to another customer. He had sold a few handguns so far, and both assault rifles. After the event in the audotorium he would go to his car and fetch the other two suitcases full of goods.

Faerl went up to the new stand and asked "So what are you selling here?"

As the man walked away, a anouncement came over the loudspeaker, "The Main Event will be taking place in 15 minutes. The Audotorium is now open for seating"

The Audotorium was a purely massive room. It consisted completely of the front doors, several isles, rows upon rows of chairs, and a stage with a backddor in the back. On the stage were two large boxes. The one on the right had word BIO-HAZARD written on it, the left one had what appeared to be a empty circle, with blots of increasingly smaller circles coming out of it in a clockwise rotation. In the upper right hand corner of the left one were the words, 'Property of Tech-Com Corporation' except the words 'Tech-Com Corporation' had been scribbled on to the point where you could barely read it.

Excuse me, i will sell you what you want after the show.

Jothias took his seat near the back-right hand corner, and waited for the fun to start.

"Ill pass for now, but will be back after the show." Faerl replied as he head toward the auditorium and claimed a prime seat.

Jothias took a pair of small binoculars from his pocket and scanned the stage. Upon seeing the two crates and their markings, the feel of the gasmask in his jacket was reassuring. He did not take risks in this job. Not ever.

15 minutes later the audotorium had filled up. The doors swung shut. The Backdoor opened and Ivonov entered the onto the stage.

"I pray that you have all enjoyed the browsing so far? Yes? Well now the main event. We have two devices to show you. First up, lets start with this crate on the left."

Ivonov motioned to the two thugs who had entered the room. They walked up to the crate and pulled it down. The sides came off with a loud bang to reveal... a bluish rectangle on its side. Ivonov walked up to it and put his hand on the side facing the audience. There was a small blue light as the secret hand scanner did its job. After it was complete, Ivonov took his hand off and a secret panel turned around revealing a keyboard and computer screen built into it.

Ivonov turned back to the crowd and said, "This is the 'Octopus'. A missile guidance system so advanced that even the worlds Superpowers have not gotten their hands on it." He held up a micro chip, "What you do is put this micro-chip inside a ballistic or cruise missile. This micro chip will send and receive messages from the main 'Octopus' console behind me. The Chip will send weather, height, and other important information to the main console which will process the information and tell the chip how to adjust the missile. This will make even the most inaccurate ballistic and cruise missiles hit their target only missing by mere single digit feet. For comparison the Tomahawk Cruise Missile hits its target with 10 meters... at the most accurate that is. Now... any questions?"

"Yes, what delivery systems does this work with?" Jothias asked

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"Oh... any kind of ballistic or cruise missile in the world. All you have to do is install this chip." He said holding up the micro-chip in his hand.

(just then, two thugs open the doors of the auditorium for Vladimir Pieleksov. A representative for the essconeian government. Quickly he is seated, seeming very frightened by the gigantic thugs, both armed with rifles.)

Vlad: Did i miss anything? I am very sorry for the interuption, mother essconeia apologizes for the inconveinience.

(vlad seems nervous...but still waits for the next statement by the man on stage)

Faerl continued to write notes in his shorthand, as the man entered. He glanced up once before going back to the notepad.

Ivonov told Vladimir Pieleksov what he had just told everyone in the room.(OOC:In other words... read my post above.) Then he turned back to the crowd and asked, "Anymore questions?"

OOC2: This may or maynot be my last post tonight. Good night.

Vlad speaks loudly over the conversation in the room

Vlad: Exactly how did a mafia, such as yourself get the money to make such a chip? Also, is the chip available right now, or will i have to wait? One more thing...can it be attached to...nuclear missles...WMDs?

"I am sorry, but the first part of your question will have to remain unanswered. All I am allowed to say is that we are VERY resourceful if you know what I mean. As for the second part, We cannot answer do not have a timetable for when we will enter full scale production. We only have this module and the chipos that came with it, we have the blueprints, but the materials required will need to be accesed first. For the final part, Nuclear Missile is a very vague term. Any Cruise or Ballistic missile can be outfitted with a nuclear warhead. So yes, it can guide nuclear weaponry more accurately. Any more questions?"

"Surely, with a WMD, as they are currently accurate to around 10 feet, as you said, that is more than accuracte enough for something with such a blast radius? And the chip would be too expensive to mass produce for smaller weapons?"

"Well... I said a Tomahawk Cruise Missile has a accuracy of 10 meters, a ICBM has an accuracy of at least 100 meters. But yes, what youn say is true., We cannot mass produce. We are hoping to auction 'Octopus' off at this arms fair."

"I see," he said, settling back in his chair.
The crowd had quietened down and were awaiting the next product.

"Well then, if there are no more questions. We will be moving on to the next device."

Ivonov motioned for the thugs to open the crate with the words BIO-HAZARD written on it. The crates sides fell open to reveal... a transparent canister filled with what appeared to be mustard gas.

"This may look like mustard gas. But infact it is something far more lethal, far more deadly. It is called Zhoforium-G. It was a material recently discovered in this sector of Red Tide, when put through a micro-grinder, that is a grinder that grinds things down to microscopic sizes, it condenses into a gas cloud with acidic like properties. So acidic that it can eat through the skin of a average sized human in a matter of minutes. HAZMAT suits offer no protection. Its even worse when breathed in. Any questions?"

"Only one" Jothias said. "How much?"

"Oh... it will be around 2 million per canister."

"Good, reserve one for me" he said, "and is it naturally found only or can it be fabricated?"

"So far we have only found deposits. We are still looking into whether it can be fabricated or not."

"Excellent, i offer 1.5 United States dollars for a single canister!"
This could mean big business with the AMC. Although they werent big on chemical warfare, something like this was just too good to pass up.

By the time they got the F/A-41 started, the fair had started aswell. The fighter ws good and modern, but the little maintenance provided by the Provincial engineers meant this happened regularly.

He climbed into the cockpit, made his way out onto the mountain ruwnay adn took off, sweeping through Kazakh air defenses like a knife through butter. One of these days he would not be so lucky.

Soon afterwards, the arrived in Red Tide airspace, and asked for clearance, before decending very low to attempt to get past some air defense systems that were shown on his radar screen. The arms show was just ahead, adn he radioded in for landing.

"This is not like 'Octopus'. We do have more then one canister, alot more actually, and the capablility to produce more of this weapon. Therefore the price is fixed at 2 million USD. Zhoforium-G is now avaible for sale in the Missile and WMD section of the arms fair. We will be holding a demonstration of it in 30 minutes. Those who wish to view are advised to report to the Demonstration facility by then. It is located farther up the road. The auction for 'Octopus' will be held at the Demonstration Facility in one hour. The starting price will be 50 million. I hope you continue to enjoy our little arms fair."

And with that, Ivonov turned away and walked through the door he just came through. The Mafia Thugs boxed up 'Octopus' and the gas canister and brought in a forklift to take them away(CAREFULLY).

The Kazakh Provinces Representative(OOC:I need a name), was cleared past Red Tide Air Defense Command and cleared for landing on a small airstrip near the arms fair building. He was given a warning about ice however.

OOC:Kazahk Provinces. Lets assume your guy arrived bewfore the main event and saw everything. Kay?

Jothias returned to his stall, and bribed some bystander with two free handguns to guard his stuff while he fetched the rest from his car. He returned with two very large black suitcases, and opened them on another desk. Inside the first was an American M60, ten Itallian Spectre submachine guns and four Steyr AUG assault rifles. In the second there was another M60, thirty Glock 17s, eight Magnum 500s and an M136 LAW anti-tank weapon. He set about cleaning his Benelli Nova, keeping an eye on his merchandise.

OOC: Ok, I just read through it anyway, and I know what I want.

IC:

Shuman came in to land as slowly as possible. He had heard there was ice. Just over the beginning of the runway, he touched down, and instantly felt the plane begin to slide. He brought it to a halt, however, and taxied to the nearest parking space.

He hopped out, and made his way to the display.

*Several presentations later*

He was very interested in some of the small arms displays, and decided he would have a go at some of the assault of sniper rifles later. For now though, he was looking at the Leopard Tanks and SA-6 missile launchers. They could be useful.

"How much are the SA-6 launchers? And how would I get themt o my country?" asked Shuman.

"The cost for the launcher, transporter, missiles, and radar array is up to 8 million USD." The dealer said, "Unless you are looking for just one of those. As for transportation, we can smuggle them in via regular civilian freighter."

"That's helpful. How many do you have? And how mucha re the Leopard tanks? How many of them do you have? As you can see, we are a big customer." Shuman commented with a grin.

"I am just the dealer for the SA-6s. I dont know anything about the tanks." The dealer said, "You might want to ask the tank dealer about that. Anyways, we have up to 900 launchers, the same number of transporters, 300 radar arrays, and 2600 missiles."

The dealer for the tanks section said, "The Leopards are one of our more rarer items, they will cost 7 million each and we have about 230 of them."

With most of his stuff sold, Jothias locked up the cases and went to look around. He walked up to a Red Tide 2 Mafia thug, and asked,
"I'm looking for something different, something is this style" he said as he pulled out a very short katana, with only a 13 inch blade and 7 inch handle.

"Hmmmm. How about.....20 SA-6's for $120 million and 50 Leopards for $350 million? Deal? And could I sell some of my own stuff here, if thats alright. I have some...interesting products."

:mp5: 300 unknown durdenzen officials burst onto the scene killing 30 in the first few seconds. the masked men and women begin systematically executing all captives and begin to take inventory of all weapons and bodies. :sniper: :mp5: :mp5: :sniper: :sniper: :mp5: :mp5:

OOC:

Godmodding, my friend.

A) How could 300 officials sunndely APPEAR on the mountain?

B) Posting others losses.

C) No warning. At least hint at what you are going to do first.

ooc: ^ what he said, and dont you have anything better to do that try and either a) ruin a good rp or b) get every single one of your characters asses kicked by the one of the AMC, the RT2 Mafia and hundreds if not thousands of armed and angry shoppers?

OOC:

And I have a fighter :D

ooc: and there are also enough chemical, biological and nuclear weapons here to wipe out a small nation. A nation, say, about the size of Durdenzen...

OOC:Well... not nuclear... the Red Tide Mafia are still in the process of desgining a Gun-Triggered Uranium Bomb. They do have dirty bombs, but those are stored and sold only to select customers. Anywho... that attack is IGNORED! Oh... this might be my last post for several hours.

IC:The dealer nodded to the Kazakh person(Still dont have a name). "Alright, we should have it delivered within a week or two. Take care."

The gaurd sighed, and said to Jothias, "I am sorry but we dont have any blades."

OOC:

Select being whom....

hehe, invasion of Durzeden = fun

"Then i shall remember to bring some next time." He said cheerily, as he headed towards the vehicles section.


ooc: maybe we could turn this into a regular event? like terrorist or mercenary groups take turns to host it and each reveals their own 'special products' in an audotorium?

OOC: Is it still possible for people to join? I'd like to RP a government agency sending one of my Spec Ops and a representative of a state-owned arms company to the Camp to purchase and observe.

Would that be okay? And can they have small personal weapons? I'm talking Pistols, no more.

ooc: as far as i know, yes you can join in, and since invited people are selling their products no-one will mind if you carry hardware, so long as its mildly concealable.

can someone tell me how to invade other people cause im new and dont know wat to do and i heard u can buy weapons :sniper:

ooc: dude, where do you see "n00b magnet" in this thread!? start a new topic in international incidents, general nation states or gameplay. And read some stickies, please.

Just Outside The Camp...

It had been an extremely long trip to this godforsaken area, thought Colonel Hans Briggs as he trudged towards the perimeter fence of the base that was supposed to have an arms sale in it. First a ten-hour plane ride to a deserted military airbase...then a helicopter trip to an Aircraft Carrier near the Nerotikan Coastline...then finally another helicopter trip to RedTide2 aurspace and a landing a few hundred metres away from where he was now, in biting cold weather.

Not that he would be complaining normally. He was a veteran of Republican Special Operations, and had survived in worse places than this...far, far worse places. Normally he wouldn't really mind, except for the company that he was keeping. Briggs turned his head to look at the pathetic figure trailing behind him a dozen metres away.

Whereas Briggs was a good six feet tall, with a slim build, close-cropped black hair and was well-excercised, the figure behind him...well, wasn't. That was the easiest way to put it. The man, Jeremiah Hunter III, was short, stout, with greasy black hair that was slowly freezing, an idiotic goatee on his face to go with the hair, and constantly moaned. Whinged, to be precise. He may have been the top representative for the Republican Incorporated Services, and was not a salesman, so had no right to be here, he had informed Briggs every two minutes in a vain attempt to bolster his image. This had continued until Briggs had moved closer to him on the helicopter and informed Hunter that unless he shut the hell up, there would be an unfortunate accident involving the open door and Hunters body. He had promptly shut up, but not before glaring icily at Briggs.

Briggs turned back, pulled up the skimask he was wearing, and coughed. He turned to one of the black-clad guards toting a modern assault rifle, and produced a laminated piece of paper with a reference on it that the RIS had recieved several days ago, forcing Briggs to babysit this...man...to the arms fair to purchase certain items. He handed the paper over, and carefully made sure his P-90 SMG was still on a shoulder-strap, ready to use despite the bulky winter gear he had on. Behind him, Hunter had seen the guards and was attempting to talk oen into taking a catalogue from the RIS...

the ATV's door opened and two security guards in thick coats stepped out. Hired guns, Central Asians by their features: a Kazakh may recognise them as Pashtun. After them, a middle-aged European carrying a case and medical equipment clears way for an IV stand.

"Miss, I suggest you wear the respirator. You're not used to this type of climate and --"

"Spare me, doc. Let's get this over with".

Wasting no time, the man helps a curiously dressed woman step outside. Under a typical fur-collared coat, she wears a gray reinforced bodysuit that completely fails to disguise her offworld physique. She's nearly two metres tall, with long, lanky limbs that clearly couldn't keep her upright without help from the powered suit. Her skin is evenly pale, the shade accented by her short black hair.

"Looks like we've come to the right place. Tell these boys not to get into any trouble, I'm going shopping."

Anna is here for one thing: plutonium.

OOC:Skinny 87, lets assume you arrived before the main event... and saw it.
IC
Before the main event...
The gaurd took the paper, read it, nodded and waved the Briggs and the other man on through. The gaurd told the other man that if he wanted to offer a catologue to talk to Ivonov or his second in Command.
30 minutes after the main event...
The loud speaker boomed, "Attention, all shoppers, the demonstration of Zhoforium-G will begin in a minutes. Please go further up the road from the main building to reach the demonstration building. Thank you."

"Attention, all shoppers, the demonstration of Zhoforium-G will begin in a minutes. Please go further up the road from the main building to reach the demonstration building. Thank you."

Briggs looked up at one of the loudspeakers and raised his eyes. Yet another weapons demonstration. He had seen 'Octupus' displayed with professional interest, and had of course taken a few details, but it seemed to be of no immediate threat to the Republic. There was only one of the chips available, and apparently no way to mass-produce them, so it was literally a one-shot weapon.
Unfortunately for him, it seemed that RIS wanted the chip, and had authorised Hunter to bid for it; apparently had an unlimited chequebook for buying things. Even now he was strolling towards the building demonstrating the Zhoforium-G gas. Briggs yawned and sipped from a cup of coffe he had taken from a thermos he was carrying, and looked around at the various stalls. Never had he seen such a collection of weapons and their owners, scum of the earth they were.
He also had a little personal business here. He was looking for weapons to suit the Republican Special Forces, mainly small-arms and explosive devices. And of course, his own private weapons as well. He wished there was a directory or map so he could find what he was looking for, but of course this was a Arms Market, not a supermarket...


OOC: Looking for SMG's and Assault Rifles from buyers. Anyone wanna RP?

OOC: In case anyone's selling, we're buying any quantity of Pu-239.

In the Weapons Room, the asian man looked at the tables before him. "Sekuda," he whispered to an armored thug, "Bring me the man in charge of the room. We have need to exchange goods." "Yes sir, mister Nakamuro." Anyone who had heard the exchange could not understand it, as it was spoken in the Sendii dialect of northern Kyotosia. A few minutes later, Sekudo came back. "Sir, we could not locate the man in charge. We did find this fellow, and he seems to command some respect around here. Follow me." Nakamuro followed Sekudo to a spot near the center of the chamber where a man stood on a raised dais and was surrounded by armed men. "Sah," said Nakamuro. "I have something to discuss with you. It is quite urgent, and requires your immediate attention." "Yeah, sure. Just a sec. Hey, Vladimir! Yeah, you, dipshit! Get over here and cover for me a minute." "Fine, whatever." A haggard man with a beard and a flannel coat slumped up to the dais. His eyes were bloodshot, and his demeanor suggested he had something better to do. "I need to talk with this gentleman. Just do my job 'til I get back, aright? Good, glad ya understand." The man then jumped off the dais and faced Nakamuro. "So, who are ya and whaddaya need? We got everything here, from brass knuckles to RPG launchers. So? My name is Peters, Klaus Peters." "Shinji Nakamuro is the name. Please, this must be discussed in private." The two, followed by Sekudo, entered a small office at the back of the chamber. At a conference table in the room, under a single light, Nakamuro motioned to Sekudo to open a suitcase he had mounted on his back. Inside the black steel case, a strange gun with wide bore multiple tubes and conduits lay on padding. "This is the Screaming Cell Cannon, stolen by one of our operatives from the Kishiro Technologies Central Laboratory in Kyona. It fires a small, spherical projectile that has a life of it's own. It is extremely volatile, and the small projectile, the Screaming Cell, emits a screeching noise when fired and latches onto a target, following it until it is dead. It sucks out their life force. The thing will not attack the holder of the weapon of similar weapons, and we have begun mass production of the weapon for use in the Kyotosian underworld at our Ona Regional Base. I wish to secure a few...foreign clients, and I believe that many warriors from Freedom fighters and terrorists will be interested. I leave the weapon in your capable hands, and hope you will find us some business partners. We have much more than just weapons, we are just starting with this." "Well, mister Nakamuro, you have yourself one helluva deal. I'll find someone to sell this to, and get you some people to deal with. Thanks for your business." "No, mistah Petahs, the pleasure is ouahs. Please, let us return." With that, the deal was done and the parties left the conference room.

ooc: SMGs and assault rifles, you say? step this way sir.
ic:


A tall man with thick black hair seemed lost in the crowd, and Jothias called out to him.
"Hey there, lookin' for small arms?" he shouted above the noise.
"Wouldn't normally be here, myself, but the chance to get rid of this stuff and see the new products was too great."
His M60s had been snapped up by some high bidding arabs but he still had 3 Steyr AUG assault rifles and 8 Spectre M4 SMGs, as well as some small caliber handguns

OOC: Skinny87, Zhoforium-G was talked about in the main event.

Lagrange 5, the Red Tide Mafia does not produce Plutonium. The problem is is that the Red Tide Goverment has cointrol over the (legal) WMD Market in Red Tide. A Nuclear Reactor(which is what is required to manufacture Plutonium) is to big and to easy to find. But the Red Tide Mafia does have access to a Uranium Mine and have contstructed a Enrichment Plant for it.

Kyotosia, for the last time, please stop controlling my people. I will accept this offer here. but that is all.

IC: Ivonov stood in the demostration room surrounded by the terrorists, mercenaries, and other elements who wanted this weapon. There was a viewing glass built to withstand acidic elements, inside the attached room there was except a Airlock. The airlock swung open and a Thug escorted two men at gunpoint in. One obviously was a bum and the other... was in a HAZMAT Suit. The Thug left the two men there, closing the airlock behind them. Then Ivonov pressed a button on the control panel infront of him.

The hydropumps overhead began to pump in the mustard looking gas... ALOT of it. The man in the HAZMAT suit stood stock still, but the bum began to thrash about as the acidic material began to eat away at his skin. In 15 seconds his epidermis was gone, 30 seconds in parts of his inner layer of skin were pnetrated and he began to bleed profusely, 60 seconds in and the man was dead. By then the Acidic gas had eaten a hole in the other ones HAZMAT suit, and he began to thrash about. Within the same amount of time as the first man he was dead. Within several minutes all that was left of both men were their skeletons.

Ivonov pressed a button and Anti-Chemicals began to spray into the room. The Mustard like gas disapated. Ivonov turned to the other spectators and smiled. "So? How did you like it?"

Jothias watched the demonstration on his PDA, having stuck a small camera on an unsuspecting customer. He was impressed, and had watched with interest as the HAZMAT suit had fallen to peices. He got thinking about what could be done to protect someone from it, and came to the conclusion of 'run away from the cloud'.

Briggs saw the man wave his hand above the crowd, and struggled through the crowds towards the figure and his stalls. He managed to get to the stalls, groaning with weaponry, and as a bonus managed to lose sight of Hunter for a short while. He knew he was meant to guard him, but the man was such an irritating little...

He lost his train of thought quickly and turned back to the stallowner and his wares. "I'm looking for assault rifles and SMGs. What are you offering here?"

"Well, i got some automatic pistols over here he said, gesturing to a suitcase full of handguns and small arms, but the real stuff is in this one." He sat up and pushed the suitcase forward to the man.
"I have twelve Specre M4 submachine guns, if thats what you want, but for a serious buyer i have these assault rifles; a Bofors AK5D, three Steyr AUGs and all come with three clips free."

Fujiko witnessed the events all around....she said simply, "Nice..." witnessing the gas test.

She walked up to the stallowner who was selling assault rifles, and SMGs, and said, "Hello....I was wondering......do you sell L1A1 rifles? If not, I'll take your best wares...."

"Well, i've only got whats in the cases, i came as mainly a buyer today. L1A1s are good for long range shooting, but if you want something that packs more of a punch i suggest the Bofors AK5D. Its a good, solid weapon and its chambered in 7.62x39mm. I have a couple of Steyrs left, so get a feel for 'em, take it to the range and let me know what you think. I'll tell you what, if theres nothing you like here, come out to my car after the show and i'll let you see some others, I have a few Japanese Type 89s, four or five G36s and a AS50 sniper rifle if your interested."

ooc
I am new to this game, so cut me some slack...but how exactly do you buy from others? and also, how can you check how much money you have, and whats a way to make more money...(soo sorry)

IC

Vlad(thinking to himself): hmmm...illegal, but cheap, illegal, but.....wait...noone else but everyone here knows we are here. I just hope there are no spys or rats...

OOC:EsSCONEia, http://nseconomy.thirdgeek.com/. Click on this link, type your name in the box in the upper right hand corner under the words Nation(Just in case, type it to the LETTER). One of these three things determines how much weapons you can buy(ive never been positive on which one): Your Goverment Budge, Your Defence Budget, OR your GDP.

"Well, i've only got whats in the cases, i came as mainly a buyer today. L1A1s are good for long range shooting, but if you want something that packs more of a punch i suggest the Bofors AK5D. Its a good, solid weapon and its chambered in 7.62x39mm. I have a couple of Steyrs left, so get a feel for 'em, take it to the range and let me know what you think. I'll tell you what, if theres nothing you like here, come out to my car after the show and i'll let you see some others, I have a few Japanese Type 89s, four or five G36s and a AS50 sniper rifle if your interested."

Fujiko lit up at the sound of the AK5D. She was aware of its good genes; she was aware of its origins in the FAL system. In effect, it was a distant cousin of the L1A1, a Mod favorite. Would it be lighter and more useful, perhaps?

She decided to find out. She then said, "Well sure, I'd like to see the AK5D's. I have heard much about them....as for the Type 89s, and the G36s, I'm open."

"Its $900 for the AK5D, i take cash or cheque. Nice to meet you, i'm Jothias."

He stood up and spoke to both the woman and the man "Follow me, i'll show you what else i have". He put his jacket on, locked the suitcases and went out to his car.

"Its $900 for the AK5D, i take cash or cheque. Nice to meet you, i'm Jothias. Follow me, i'll show you what else i have. He put his jacket on, locked the suitcases and went out to his car."

Fujiko followed Jothias to his auto, walking tall and eagerly awaiting the goodies. She was like a kid at a candy store; the gunrunner's aide at a gun bazaar inevitably wanted a taste of what was being offered. And so she walked, smiling and slightly anxious to see the goods.

She kept her hands on her wallet, ready to spend the cash. She liked cash, it wasn't traceable or didn't invite angry calls from creditors, like cards did, or bounce, like checks did.

At an automatic weapons booth, two Japanese men in grey suits walked briskly up to the counter. "'Ello, gents, wot ken oi doo fer ya taday?" asked the man behind the counter. "Wai goet theez noo pieces in jest yeserday, and-" "Please, sir, we do not understand what you are saying. We wish to purchase several submachine and assault rifle type weapons. Might you be a knowledgeable man for this type of transaction?" one of the asians asked. "Ah course, ah course. 'S I was sayin', we got theez noo pieces from the SITES company in Turin, Italy. The Spectre II. Real noice, and with a real safe firin' system. It uses a blowback system and fires by means of a closed bolt, givin' the trigger a real strange double-actin' capability. Also, the SITES company has sold on the open market, uses Black Marketeers like yers truly, and does not record clients and registration, so it is completely anonymous. We got some more traditional stuff too, if ya like. The Portuguese INDEP 9mm Lusa A2, the Polish Glauberyt PM-84, and ya can't go wrong with a classic: the tried-and-true German Heckler and Koch MP5. Also, fer assault rifles, all I got is this South African thing, the Vektor 5.56 mm CR-21." The dealer pulls out an odd-looking rifle from a box behind his counter. "Fires 750 bullets per minute, and it's cheap. So, what do ya want?" The second Japanese man, who had stayed quiet the entire time, spoke up. "We will four thousand Spectre IIs and 150 Vektor assault rifles." "Well, great, and since you topped 500 guns at a sittin', ya get a prize. A batch of brand-new Model 96 Falcon anti-materiel rifle. Free with purchase." "Great. How much?" "400,000 Euros." "Done. Have the weapons delivered to the address." The first Japanese man pulled out a business card and slapped it on the counter, before both men turned and left. "The Hogosha thank you, sir. As we say back in Kyotosia, Domo Arigato Gozaimasu. Deliver the weapons as soon as possible. Sayonara." The two men slinked off in to the crowd.

He opened the trunk of his car. It was J-Type from Concremos finest automobile manufactures. A slick-looking black four-seater with windows tinted so heavily you'd miss it in the dark.

Inside he found the weapons he was looking for.
"G36, by Heckler and Koch. Used by Special Forces in many countries and easily converted and modified to suit your needs, but a bit too flimsy for me personally. I do recomend the AK5D, nice and rugged with little or no maintenace. Type 89, good for long ranges, but swing this thing and it'll snap like a twig. Here we go, this is an FN SCAR, short range assault rifle for enclosed spaces when you want lead in the air. All well and good, but if you really wanna turn heads, try this."
He handed her a Concremian made Combi-Rifle (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/Combi-Rifle.htm/).
"Designed and made for Urban Combat, this is my personal favourite and it hasn't failed me once. Primary Magazine here holds 40 7.62x39mm rounds, but it also takes 7.62 NATO. Effective up to around 450 metres in good conditions. Secondary Magazine here holds a 6 round box magazine of almost any Sniper Rifle ammunition on the planet. Effective up to 1200 metres, backed up by the 10x SmoothZoom scope, optional red dot. Your standard 40mm grenade launcher mounted below the flashlight, that can be set itself to have a blinding flash by pressing this button near the trigger. The whole point of this rifle is to be able to take out anything, anywhere at anytime, and it does a pretty damn good job."


ooc:
contents of trunk;
1 x RPG launcher
3 x AK-47
2 x MicroUzi
1 x Shortened Chain Gun
2 x Combi-Rifles
3 x G36
2 x Type 89
4 x AK5D
2 x SPAS 12
2 x FN SCAR
1 x AS50 Sniper
1 x Ornate wooden box at the back.

He opened the trunk of his car. It was J-Type from Concremos finest automobile manufactures. A slick-looking black four-seater with windows tinted so heavily you'd miss it in the dark.

Inside he found the weapons he was looking for.
"G36, by Heckler and Koch. Used by Special Forces in many countries and easily converted and modified to suit your needs, but a bit too flimsy for me personally. I do recomend the AK5D, nice and rugged with little or no maintenace. Type 89, good for long ranges, but swing this thing and it'll snap like a twig. Here we go, this is an FN SCAR, short range assault rifle for enclosed spaces when you want lead in the air. All well and good, but if you really wanna turn heads, try this."
He handed her a Concremian made Combi-Rifle (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/Combi-Rifle.htm/).
"Designed and made for Urban Combat, this is my personal favourite and it hasn't failed me once. Primary Magazine here holds 40 7.62x39mm rounds, but it also takes 7.62 NATO. Effective up to around 450 metres in good conditions. Secondary Magazine here holds a 6 round box magazine of almost any Sniper Rifle ammunition on the planet. Effective up to 1200 metres, backed up by the 10x SmoothZoom scope, optional red dot. Your standard 40mm grenade launcher mounted below the flashlight, that can be set itself to have a blinding flash by pressing this button near the trigger. The whole point of this rifle is to be able to take out anything, anywhere at anytime, and it does a pretty damn good job."


ooc:
contents of trunk;
1 x RPG launcher
3 x AK-47
2 x MicroUzi
1 x Shortened Chain Gun
2 x Combi-Rifles
3 x G36
2 x Type 89
4 x AK5D
2 x SPAS 12
2 x FN SCAR
1 x AS50 Sniper
1 x Ornate wooden box at the back.

Fujiko looked at the Combi-Rifle. It didn't look too shabby. But, she was a responsible buyer; she wanted to know what she was getting. So, she smiled and said, "Can I test fire the Combi-Rifle?"

"Feel free" he said, "Bring it in with you, i'm going to fine tune my AS50 myself so we can head to the firing range, then maybe get something to eat. Anything else you want here?"

"Feel free" he said, "Bring it in with you, i'm going to fine tune my AS50 myself so we can head to the firing range, then maybe get something to eat. Anything else you want here?"

Fujiko then said, smiling, "Perhaps I'd like to try out the AK5D, as well. I've heard things..."

She then picked up a Combi-Rifle and an AK5D and prepped them, checking them for rounds in the chamber, giving them a once over, cleaning them, and loading some fresh rounds before going to the range.

Through the scope he easily picked out and blew chunks out of the ten tin cans he had placed at the far end of the range. His tuning was finished, now time for a real challenge. He took the scope zoom down to 1 and got the same results. Battlefield conditions... he thought, so he threw a single smoke grenade to the end of the range and waited for the cloud to rise. He cued the twenty paper targets and set about putting holes in them. Aiming not only for the killzone but for the tiny manufacturers logo in the middle of the chest, Jothias was confident of the rifles competence.

He set his SA50 down beside him and took out both of his .50AE hanguns. Jothias attactched a silencer specially made for such a high caliber and switched the ammunition for subsonic rounds. The result was heavily surpressed firing, completely unhearable beyond 40 metres. The extended barrel of the silencer compensated for the lighter ammunition, and so accuracy remained finely honed and as deadly as ever.

An asian man in his mid-to-late thirties was very interested in these weapons, but promptly left him alone when Jothias pointed out that they were custom jobs and absolutely not for sale.

"Attention" The loudspeaker boomed, "The Auctioning of 'Octopus' will begin soon. Will all interested buyers please report to the demonstration room."

Fujiko proceeded to fire the AK5D at the tin cans at the end of the range. She liked the way the gun handled. It had a greenish shimmer in the light she loved, and the recoil wasn't too bad.

The Combi-Rifle gave her the same performance, only it was lighter, and its was more stylish. She liked both guns; she walked to Jothias and coughed politely to get his attention.

"You done already?" he asked, reloading both handguns with frightening speed and slipping them into his jacket.
"So what will it be? The AK5D has its advantages in short distances, but the Combi-Rifle is good for almost any situation, and the sniper mode makes it deadly over medium and long ranges. Its in use by most of the AMC as standard issue now, and we haven't looked back. Do you want just the one, or more for your friends?"

"You done already?" he asked, reloading both handguns with frightening speed and slipping them into his jacket.
"So what will it be? The AK5D has its advantages in short distances, but the Combi-Rifle is good for almost any situation, and the sniper mode makes it deadly over medium and long ranges. Its in use by most of the AMC as standard issue now, and we haven't looked back. Do you want just the one, or more for your friends?"

Fujiko said, "Well, I came here to see if I could get more for my friends, yes. I was wondering if I could get the Combi-Rifle for the grunts, and the AK5D for some of our elite guys."

Faerl headed over to the Octo room, as he was interested in seeing about bidding on the system.

ooc: sorry about that, misread it.

OOC:He said it would be the AUCTION. Not the Demonstration!

ooc: i would personally have it the other way round, as the combi-rifle is much higher tech and quite a bit more pricey.

ic:

"If you're sure, go ahead." Jothias said "Take one of each back to whoever's paying for it, and let me know what they think. I can have as many as you want there within the month. Its $1400 per combi-rifle and $1000 per AK5D. Theres a $50 each discount per 100 bought (ooc: so 200 combi-rifles would be $1300 each), of course. You're from the Mods, if i'm not mistaken, where are you based?"

ooc: i would personally have it the other way round, as the combi-rifle is much higher tech and quite a bit more pricey.

ic:

"If you're sure, go ahead." Jothias said "Take one of each back to whoever's paying for it, and let me know what they think. I can have as many as you want there within the month. Its $1400 per combi-rifle and $1000 per AK5D. Theres a $50 each discount per 100 bought (ooc: so 200 combi-rifles would be $1300 each), of course. You're from the Mods, if i'm not mistaken, where are you based?"

Fujiko was surprised he could cut through her perfect, college US English. She had wanted to remain anonymous, but there was no hiding, the Mods had done business in RedTide2 before.

She smiled, and reverted to J-Mod Scouse, saying "Bright dun....I suppose since that's done, Am from Xenizun Japan, Terkyo, Shinjuku Ward."

She then said, "Bright dun, i'll buy, say, 200 Combi-rifles ter start, and 1,500 AK5Ds. Tertal should be $650,000."

She then smiled and said, "'ow is dat sound?"

A voice rings out over the loudspeakers. "Attention please. The Hogosha will be beginning the demonstration of the Screaming Cell Cannon in warehouse 17b. If you are interested, please report to warehouse 17b. I repeat, 17b. Thank you." As a small group of people filed into the warehouse, Nakamuro and the two young arms dealers stood beside a small demonstration booth. With them, off to the sides, invisible unless you were looking for them, were two men with Skorpions in black body armor. Nakamuro motioned with his hand. One of the guards walked off stage to a large box. He levered it open and extracted it's contents.
"Quiet, please. Quiet!" yelled Nakamuro. The crowd settled down some. "If you please, I need a volunteer from the crowd. Anyone at all." A tan man in a robe came forward. "I am Achmed el-Cida dar Sann," the man said with an Arabic accent. "I will test this weapon. Where is it?" Nakamuro motioned to one of his young arms dealers. The man held a suitcase forward. El-Cida opened it and took out the weapon. "Not very impressive. Looks...gangly and awkward. A fun-gun, perhaps?" "I see you are not swayed. Well, why not fire it, then?" asked Nakamuro. "Splendid idea. I will just-" "Not here, fool! It uses highly volatile ammunition. Come to the range."
The two walked to the target range that was set up. It was a long, clear plastic chamber with no target in it. Nakamuro again motioned to his guard, who walked into the chamber, holding a man in hand cuffs. "Take aim inside the range and fire at will!" said Nakamuro. El-Cida aimed at the prisoner and pulled the trigger. Out of the muzzle, a green ball surrounded by a wreath of glowing steam emerged. A screeching noise followed the ejection, and the ball immediately moved down the court towards the captive. The audience watched with fascination as the prisoner turned and ran from the approaching ball. As it got closer, the mist glowed brighter and the prisoner seemed to get more and more tired. He fell to the floor and, with a final scream, passed on. The ball, not having a target, wandered the tube for about 10 seconds more before darkening and falling into a steaming heap on the floor. The audience was silent. El-Cida exhibitted all the signs of having gone into shock. All at once, the crowd began to clap. Louder. Louder. El-Cida turned to Nakamuro and shook his hand. "Whats more, the cell can go after more than one target at a time."said Nakamuro. "Taking bids now."
After the show, Nakamuro and his staff closed the suitcases of bids and orders and walked out the door into the brisk early-morning air. "Time we went home, boys. Did you get the required order from a dealer?" "Yes, mister Nakamuro. 400 SITES Spectre II machine pistols and 150 Vektor assault rifles. As a bonus, the dealer added a batch of fifty unused anti-materiel cannon. We did well." said one of the men. "Indeed. Well, see you at the airport." said Nakamuro as he climbed into his black sedan. The guards mounted their motorcycles. The others got into the second black sedan. The convoy rolled silently out of the compound, into the darkness.

ooc: and how exactly does this weapon work? and why the hell would anyone use a skorpion, you may as well sacrifice concealability for firepower and get a Klob, or get superior firepower and concealability with a MicroUzi.

ic:
"You have a good eye for quality indeed, my friend. I was wondering if the Mods were hiring at the moment, as i am a little short of work right now."

ooc: and how exactly does this weapon work?

ic:
"You have a good eye for quality indeed, my friend. I was wondering if the Mods were hiring at the moment, as i am a little short of work right now."

Fujiko said, "We ay, yis. We need connections fe mint guns, at nah tax, drugs ay laughin, but we need ter expand."

ooc: and spectre IIs do not exists

"Drugs and guns are up to the Triads back in Concremo, the AMC offers mercenaries, assassins and contacts. If you haven't expanded already, then someone must be trying to stop such a powerful organisation. Name who, and we can declare open contract and a price on their head, or we can pick an assassin to do it their way. I'm an assassin by trade, but open warfare is no stranger. You get me connected with the Mods, and i'll start running hits and any other jobs you have in mind."

ooc: and spectre IIs do not exists

"Drugs and guns are up to the Triads back in Concremo, the AMC offers mercenaries, assassins and contacts. If you haven't expanded already, then someone must be trying to stop such a powerful organisation. Name who, and we can declare open contract and a price on their head, or we can pick an assassin to do it their way. I'm an assassin by trade, but open warfare is no stranger. You get me connected with the Mods, and i'll start running hits and any other jobs you have in mind."

Fujiko said, "Don't worry, we 'old us bill ed a gewd couple levels-prostitution, countifeit'n, drugs, guns, and pirat'n software is us milleu. But we could use some ellp whipp'n doz Yakuza and Triads into shape; they're giv'n us a run fe de rips."

She then said, after thinking for a moment, "Perhaps yew should meet me gaffer. Johnny Nakamura o' de Shinjuku Rounders. eez a laughin git.....'e'd love ter do business."

"Excellent, i'm ready to start when the convention is over, if not sooner if it drags on and i run out of merchandise."

He stood up properly and for the first time his non-human nature was more apparent than before, but not granting any suspicion at all from those nearby. The 100% non-human population of Concremo was no secret, yet they could easily pass for one as their differences were on the inside. He was around 6'4" in his early thirties with a slim yet muscular build, thick, medium length brown hair and quite bright green eyes. The most remarkable aspect of being Concremian was the multitude of bones, with over 140 individual bones between his shoulder and wrist, and a grand total of nearly 2000 in the body. He wore thick black combats, steel toe-capped military boots, a dark grey T-Shirt covering a thin kevlar vest, and a black jacket of quite a thin but very durable and semi-waterproof material.

EDIT: No more posts from me today, it being 2:15 am in Britain, an all.

"Excellent, i'm ready to start when the convention is over, if not sooner if it drags on and i run out of merchandise."

He stood up properly and for the first time his non-human nature was more apparent than before, but not granting any suspicion at all from those nearby. The 100% non-human population of Concremo was no secret, yet they could easily pass for one as their differences were on the inside. He was around 6'4" in his early thirties with a slim yet muscular build, thick, medium length brown hair and quite bright green eyes. The most remarkable aspect of being Concremian was the multitude of bones, with over 140 individual bones between his shoulder and wrist, and a grand total of nearly 2000 in the body. He wore thick black combats, steel toe-capped military boots, a dark grey T-Shirt covering a thin kevlar vest, and a black jacket of quite a thin but very durable and semi-waterproof material.

EDIT: No more posts from me today, it being 2:15 am in Britain, an all.


OOC: Ok, not a problem.

IC:

Fujiko said, "Not a problem, dear. Ay like de sound o' dat....though de gaffer would prefer it 'e met in git. Ye nah what ay saddy?"

(reports to the aution hall quickly, he fears the auction has started)

Vlad (to himself): We will never be able to buy this...but we must be informed on its capabilitys, and the type of money this will go for...

OOC: I know the site to find out my money, but HOW DO YOU BUY???? how do u send money? How do you spen your money, and how do you make transactions...also, how do people tell what technology ur country has.

ooc: if you want to show you've got the octopus, provided you get it, link to this thread and include relevent post numbers.
As to money, it's all 'imaginary'. You send money by saying, I've wired X$ to person X.

I want a nuke. Lots of nukes.

ooc: 1) this is a character rp- who is talking? how and when did they arrive? what do they look like? how many characters? names? intentions?

2) There are no nukes, but a good selection of chemical weapons

IC:
Chaz Ordane tore along the road in her vintage Harley, she needed black market weapons for her terror organisation back in newly formed Tres Bonne, she turned up, took her helmet off to reveal very long straight jet black hair, a pale face with black lipstick and big eyeshadow- she was clad in tight leather from head to toe.
wheres the boss of this place? she thought to herself, looking around, her long almost-blue hair wavy in the wind.

she looked seductive, so, if in any doubt of obtaining things, she could use her feminine charm and potentially sex to get whatever she wanted.

http://photos4.flickr.com/4501411_a64cc56641.jpg

OOC: Red Tide2:
Anna will try to arrange a meeting with a mob boss to discuss the enriching process; there's no immediate rush to get the plutonium. If any "hot" Pu-239 does turn up in the market, we call dibs.

Bump

OOC: Red Tide2:
Anna will try to arrange a meeting with a mob boss to discuss the enriching process; there's no immediate rush to get the plutonium. If any "hot" Pu-239 does turn up in the market, we call dibs.

OOC:Fine by me. I am going to wait for Skinny87 to arrive before beginning the auction of 'Octopus'.

OOC: A little busy, but assume I've arrived and am watching with extreme interest.

Jothias went back inside and found the bidding area for the Octopus. Athough he had little interest in the product, he wanted to see how much it could actually go for.

Chaz walked in also at the bidding of the Octopus, not having an interest she saw another man (Jorthias) she walked up next to him and pinched his bum playfully.

'what you here after' she said, applying some more dark lipstick and flicking her black hair flirtaciously.

ooc: i dont know who jorthias is, but if you mean my guy stay the hell away from me.

OOC: ok...calm down ;)

IC:
Chaz moved away from him and tried to sweet-talk other guys out of buying the things she needed. (OOC: anyone else wanna be my guinea pig? ;) )

ooc: you could try to work on Faerl

OOC: ok

IC:
Chaz moved over to where Faerl was standing, she stood next to him and pinched his bum playfully, and gave him a sexy wink.
'so...what are you here to buy?' she said flicking her hair back flirtaciously, her tight leather top quite revealing.

"A variety of weapons and vehicles, as well as a case of the gas, and possibly the octo system, and what are you here for? Oh, by the way my name is Faerl." He replied

'I am Chaz, or Charlatan for full- I am just here to look out for various weapons my terror group could use, what is a handsome young man like you doing here?' she whispered softly in his ear.

"Looking for stuff my merc group could use or resell at a profit." Street replied as he turned to look at Charlatan.

'I could persuade you....otherwise' she said, getting closer to him, pouting.

'I have no idea of these weapons first hand, my group send me as a bargaining tool, they often make me sleep with people in return for weapons' she said licking his ear.

'...or....if i dont get my way' she said, applying more lipstick, and tightening her top a little more.

"Persuade me otherwise?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, "And what would you try to persuade me to do?"

*The tree members of the C&T secret police stalked down the aisles eyes always roveing. Once in awhile one would run up slam a person agenst a wall while the other two would look up something on a palm pilot*
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/wardoggames/SecretPolice.bmp

'well....not to buy the weapons, or...sell them to us' she said, realising she had blown it.

'look out...the police' she said seeing the C&T members, she pushed Faerl into a dark corner so they couldnt see them.

'there...saved your skin' she said smiling.

'I feel very outnumbered here, being the only woman' she said, batting her eyelashes as him.

'your big and strong, I guess you work out alot? I have to be thin like this otherwise I don't get jobs like this' she said.

*SGT Marcus Curseswell turned seeing something out of the corner of his eye, he says*"Cmmder Rageshard I saw something over there"
"WWell take a look we will continue on our way catch up with us"*then he and CPL Smakeswomen walked off*
OOC:heh could not think of names

"It depends on what you would want me not to buy, as there are somethings that my boss would kill me if I let slip away." Faerl replied "There are many men who like a women who has nice muscle tone." He said with a grin.

'well...i do have a little muscle, well...we can't have you getting killed can we?' she asked sexily in her husky voice.

'do you have a light?' she asked,

Faerl pulled out a lighter, "If your going to ask if I have any cigs, there your out of luck."

she giggled and prodded him in his hard muscular chest, she pulled out a cigarette.
'you want one hunny?' she asked, offering him one and lighting her own. she stood in front of him, and sneakily licked his cold neck with her tongue.

*Marcus slowly walks towards the darkend corner his Pistolen-08 held in his right hand and a mag light in his left.*

OOC: Chaz & Faerl arent in the dark corner, they have moved ;)

"I'd have to decline as I don't smoke." Faerl replied as he grinned. I wonder what that Jackboot is doing here. He thought to himself.

ooc:well take the fun out of being secret police :(

*he turns putting his mag light away grabs a young buyer, knocks the mans packages out of his hand slamming him into a wall.He peers closly into the guys eyes then throws him to the street.*"go on git!"

Chaz sees the secret policeman grab the man, she shivers and clutches onto Faerl.
'sorry' she said, blushing madly.

Ivonov stood up on the stage, the 'Octopus' Console was next to him.

"The item for auction is the 'Octopus' Console. The person who buys the console will gain the 10 Micro-chips compatible with the console. The bidding will start at 200 million... do I hear 200 million?"

A raised hand,

"200 million right there. 250 million... do I hear 250 million?"

Before the C&T(thats you Colorado and Texas) Men reached Chaz and Faerl, they were intercepted by a squad of Mafia Thugs carrying M4A1 Assualt Rifles.

"Excuse me gentlemen but we wont have you harrassing our customers. Keep it up and we will have to make you leave."

OOC:A squad is 10 men.

"I wonder what Jackboots are doing here, I wouldn't have thought the admission people would have let them in." Street replied as he chuckled inside at Chaz's blushing.

'jackboots - what are they?' she asked, with her arms still around his waist.

Three official-looking Nazi types were confronted by the Red Tide 2 Mafia thugs. Oh boy is this going to get messy thought Jothias as he stood in the shadows to the back left of the C&T Secret Police. The thugs told them to leave, and Jothias had his fingers on his triggers instantly, silencers still on from at the range. It was a good thing, because if these numbskulls started waving weapons then he was sure that the thugs would want it cleared up quickly and quietly.

Ivonov stood up on the stage, the 'Octopus' Console was next to him.

"The item for auction is the 'Octopus' Console. The person who buys the console will gain the 10 Micro-chips compatible with the console. The bidding will start at 200 million... do I hear 200 million?"

A raised hand,

"200 million right there. 250 million... do I hear 250 million?"

Before the C&T(thats you Colorado and Texas) Men reached Chaz and Faerl, they were intercepted by a squad of Mafia Thugs carrying M4A1 Assualt Rifles.

"Excuse me gentlemen but we wont have you harrassing our customers. Keep it up and we will have to make you leave."

OOC:A squad is 10 men.*the cmmnder looks and says*"sir we are looking for a mass murder we care not for the terriost of mercs this man killed fifty babies,skinned them alive and ate the wee ones ineards."*he hands over a pictuer of one of the corpses*

The Thug shrugged, and with that made all those murders look irrelevant.

"If he is here... then he IS a customer. Further more, this is not YOUR country, this is a completely different nation, thus out of your jurisdiction. Trust us if he tries to kidnap or kill someone here... we'll riddle him full of holes."

Meanwhile, on the stage, Ivonov continues the auction. "I hear 250 million. How about 300 million? Do I hear 300 million?"

OOC: theao could have told me he was leaving *pffftt*

Jothias didnt move a muscle, but was laughing his head off on the inside. That's the best they can come up with!? he thought, and lowered his guns. They would be dealt with swiftly and decisively by one of the most proffessional crime syndicates in the world.

He made his way to the small arms section, when a muffled explosion shook the building. Funny, he thought, thats exactly what sound you get when you put four blocks of C4 in a Concremian J-Type. Shit.

Jothias ran out to the parking lot and looked at the wreckage of his car. The body of the wannabe car-thief was in a funny angle against the wall. "Motherfucker!" he yelled, and sat on the concrete. No need to inspect the damage, there was not much left to inspect. He grabbed a near by fire-extinguisher and started emptying it, and then it struck him. The extinguisher clanged to the ground as he ran to the trunk, prying the twisted metal back with his bare hands. He picked up the ornate wooden box and opened it, checking the contents were safe. Content, he sat back and stared into space.

AMC Car Alarms. Nothin' like 'em.

Chaz heard the explosion and saw a man run out, suspicious, she followed.

'are you alright?' she shouted over the flare of the extinguisher.

*spinning the three secret police run towards the explosin the cmnder pulling out a first aid kit*"make sure there are no wounded!"*he yells to his men.

"Fine" He said, not even looking at the concerned woman. He grabbed his PDA and made a call.
"Orlan!? Orlan you there you old bastard pick up... i'm shitty today as some bitch tried to steal my car... of course it was armed... yes, its safe... listen, i need transport out of here in about an hour, some C&T guys showed up and its less secure than i first thought... what do you mean?... can't you send the chopper?... servicing my ass, help me out here!... Two days!?... shut it and put me on to Den... when will he be back?... fine, i'll make my own way back."

getting back into Concremo would be a hassle, especially as he legally never left. It would take a lot of time and planning or a lot of money, and he didn't have either at the moment. His only option was to sell everything he owned, buy a flight back and bribe or otherwise bypass the police. He set up his stall once more and in less than an hour he had sold everything, even his custom made handguns and his short-blade kitana. He made exactly $20,000 in total, he had an idea.

Through the thick crowd he managed to find Fujinko. He explained exactly what had happened and that he needed work straight away for the J-Mods.

Seeing Chaz run out, Faerl decided to get into the auction "250 mill."

ooc: sorry for disappearing, some telecom people were being asshats and messing with my net/phone wires.

"Fine" He said, not even looking at the concerned woman. He grabbed his PDA and made a call.
"Orlan!? Orlan you there you old bastard pick up... i'm shitty today as some bitch tried to steal my car... of course it was armed... yes, its safe... listen, i need transport out of here in about an hour, some C&T guys showed up and its less secure than i first thought... what do you mean?... can't you send the chopper?... servicing my ass, help me out here!... Two days!?... shut it and put me on to Den... when will he be back?... fine, i'll make my own way back."

getting back into Concremo would be a hassle, especially as he legally never left. It would take a lot of time and planning or a lot of money, and he didn't have either at the moment. His only option was to sell everything he owned, buy a flight back and bribe or otherwise bypass the police. He set up his stall once more and in less than an hour he had sold everything, even his custom made handguns and his short-blade kitana. He made exactly $20,000 in total, he had an idea.

Through the thick crowd he managed to find Fujinko. He explained exactly what had happened and that he needed work straight away for the J-Mods.

Fujiko then said, "Well dear....in up ther shute, ay we? nah problem, ay tinnie get yew ter Shinjuku. Afti all, yew wanted ter meet me gaffer."

She then led Jothias to her car, a Land Rover Range Rover, and powered it up. She then told him, "Get under de seat, doz C&Ts won't see yew dat way, i'll tell yew whun it's Peti...."

*looking around for wounded and finding non the three men continue thier search.*

ooc: it appears you forgot to change your login to Upper Xen.

ooc: it appears you forgot to change your login to Upper Xen.

OOC: Yeah, I know....it's me, still.

ooc: do you have msn, as i would like to plan out (or get an idea of whats happening with) the whole Jothias in Upper Xen working for the J-Mods thing.

ooc: do you have msn, as i would like to plan out (or get an idea of whats happening with) the whole Jothias in Upper Xen working for the J-Mods thing.

OOC: Telegrammed you.

Hearing the auction place, Ivonov goes, "250 million! Going once!"

He had been to Upper Xen several times, under many aliases and many jobs. Although he had never encountered the J-Mods, their reputation was as persistent as it was fierce. He got thinking about how dull it really was in the AMC, with too many politics and only real action in war. And when you were finally involved in something it was sneak tactics, guerillia warfare and scrounging weapons and supplies off rebels and terrorists. Jothias remembered the time when politics were a good thing, everyone had enemies and a lot of money to spend. But now the police force was tighter than ever and getting in and out of the country was a hassle.

He was decided. As soon as he was back in Concremo he would resign from the Alphaeron Mercenary Corps and go join the Triad. The only crime syndicate worth mentioning, the Blue Mantis Triad controlled Concremos illegal weapons import and export to the bullet. Unlike others organised crime operations, they were not big on anything but weapons, hits and heists. A few weeks ago in the north, a Mafia sprung up from no-where and cut off the Triads supply to the area of weapons and money to buy weapons. The city was on the verge of open gang warfare, until two days later the top four people in the Mafia were found dead. Dead is probably an understatement, as they had been ambushed in their own home by two Triad assassins armed with submachine guns. Twenty bodyguards were cut down in seconds, before the higher-ups were put in the back of a van and taken away. Bodies were found a week later, minus their heads, in public view inside the Mafia territory. They fell apart from there, and were soon assimilated into the Triad.

Chaz went back in to find Faerl, she had probably missed the things she desperately needed and would probably be raped by the group leader, she always was when she did something wrong, she bit her lip and went in to find Faerl

OOC: sparklemist & TTUI are the same person - ME! ;)

IC:

A big blacked out Hummer drove into the parking lot and several big beefy man hopped out and went to the door.
'you see a scantily clad woman in here?' they were asking around.

OOC: Sorry I only just joined, the following roleplay is all happening at the very start, before any demostrations. Then anything else can carry on from there.

IC

"James, you know why your here?"
"Absolutely."
"You've been breifed?"
"Go to the black arms trade, make contact with the Porten contact, get as much information out of him. Disturb nobody else, deniable op, I f**k up, you guys abondon me?"
"Correct. You'll find all unmarked gear waiting, pick up some Civvies, and head over there. Remember, other than to speak to this guy, your just there as your cover, a weaponsmith, don't piss anybody about."
"Sir."
The well built soldier left the room, a seargeant from 101 Regiment, one of the most renouned regiment of the former Kazaakisthan government, he knew this op meant a hell of a lot to the stability of the new country.

Entering the warehouse he picked out his red-marked crate quickly and sorted through everything. Removing a tool kit, spare parts, upgrades and additions he then unpacked two HK Mk23 SOCOM handguns, noting carefully that the serial numbers where both from different countries.

4 Hours later and his helicopter touched down in Red Tide2, he sailed through the gate business like, and managed to set up his weapon-upgrade and repairs stall in a record time. Now, began the waiting game.

He thought about his situation carefully, and decided that his first course of action when in Upper Xen would be to find accomodation, and then an arms dealer for some weapons. He would definately need a good one to have another set of custom handguns made, but with the J-Mods on his side it should be a cakewalk. Jothias needed some light weapons; like handguns, a good general purpose; as in some kind of SMG, he would definately need a shotgun; a benelli nova if possible and he would also look out for an assault rifle incase things got serious.

OOC: can my character help you, she may seem like a bimbo, but she has no heart and a good head - please....im bored....i wanna get my teeth into something decent.

BUMP IT BABY :rolleyes:

ooc: you talking to me?

OOC: no...it was to someone else, nvm now ok

IC:

Chaz went back in to find Faerl, she had probably missed the things she desperately needed and would probably be raped by the group leader, she always was when she did something wrong, she bit her lip and went in to find Faerl

OOC: u postin?

Faerl noted the Chaz was back, but kept his attention on the auctioneer.

ooc: I'm waiting for RT2 to continue the auction, as I presently have high bid

OOC: oooh ok :) i have an idea, perhaps Faerl could take Chaz, she doesnt like her job, she gets abused and is used as a 'meat machine' (if you get my gist) by other gang members- she wants to escape, perhaps Faerl could...look after her?

ooc: I get it, she'd have to approach him about it thought

OOC: sure....ok

IC:
A big blacked out Hummer drove into the parking lot and several big beefy man hopped out and went to the door.
'you see a scantily clad woman in here?' they were asking around.

The men found Chaz and hit her hard, smashing her to the ground. she started to shout and scream.
'don't rape me please' she screamed, her voice was so frightened.

Faerl turned from where he was standing and walked over to them, "I believe the woman ask you to leave you alone."

The men looked at him and one got a gun out and pointed it to Faerls head, Chaz managed to silently get up, she stood behind him with her small revolver and shot him cold in the back of the head, she got covered in blood - the other two unarmed men ran out.
'Faerl, I am so sorry- thats what I get on a daily basis, being the only female in the gang' she said, a big red mark on her face and a trickle of blood from her nose, her hair wet and pulled out.

"Then why don't you leave?" Street asked

'because they can trace my every footstep and would torture and kill me if i left, i'm their best, if they let me go, they have nothing- they have nothing to use as collateral' she said.

'I should be getting back to base, they havent finished with me yet' she said, drying her eyes and putting her big black wooly hat on.

"There are many countries that they would have no way to touch you if you were in." Street replied

'can I come with you' she asked quietly, her pale face looking down, her makeup smeared, her hat too big for her head, her gun still in her shaking hand.

"We'll see, it shouldn't be a problem thought." Faerl replied

she smiled, she looked so young and girlish- her hat too big, she looked like she had been made into a woman, her frame slight but muscular.
'thankyou' she said kissing him on the lips quickly.

Street simply smiled and sat back down while waiting for the auctioneer to last chance.

she smiled back and sat down with him, she looked like a kid robber.
'you don't think i am a silly girl do you?' she asked.

'because i'm not, I might look childish, but.....I'm a woman, it takes more than a kid to do what I have done' she added, sliding an arm around his waist, as she looked at the other bidders.

"You are what you make yourself." Faerl replied

'your right' she said, she then went quiet and kept her arm around his waist and rested her head cautiously on his shoulder.

Street put his arm around her shoulder and watched the auctioneer.

she shivered.
'I am sorry about earlier, I could have got you killed, you shouldnt have got involved, eventually they leave me alone' she said.

'...usually after they have beaten seven shades of shit into me' she added, squeezing his hip slightly.

"I choose to interfere, that and that guy wasn't very threatening." Faerl replied

'as long as you werent hurt, thats all that matters to me' she said softly, gripping him slightly tighter.

'I need to go and get my coat from the car, I am cold' she said shivering madly.

Street disentangeled himself from Chaz and unzipped the outer layer of his coat, which he drapped over her shoulders.

'thanks' she said.

'I dont want you to feel cold' she said, wrapping both arms around him so he could share her heat, the coat was big and baggy on her, she admired his large muscles.

Another man, A oil tycoon considering what he was dressed in, stood up and yelled, "300 million!"

Ivonov pointed at him and said,"300 million! Going once!"

"That's alright this isn't really cold, at home mid-summer is normally about 5 degrees." Street replied

'Look, someones making another bid! go higher' Chaz said, worried.
'quick hun' she said, grabbing his arm.

"350 mill." Faerl called out.

'phew' she said snuggling up close to him again.

"350 million! Going once! Going twice! Going thrice! SOLD!"

"I won the system, great, my boss won't have an excuse to rip me a new one." Faerl said

'well done' Charlatan said kissing him.

'bet thats a weight off your mind' she said softly, looking up at him innocently.

"Yes it is." Faerl replied

'anything else your...interested...in' she said slowly, sliding a warm hand up his shirt.

"Yes there is," Faerl replied with a grin.

OOC: brb...dinners ready

'really....and what would you be interested in' she whispered softly in his ear, massaging his hard stomach.

"A number of things at this market, as well as something within arm's reach." Faerl replied

'oh really' she said.

'I cant imagine what they would be' she said smiling.

ooc: got to go for a while, will be back as soon as I can

OOC: how long? :( :fluffle:

ooc: not sure mother's kicking me off

OOC: i might as well go then! speak later ;)

He had been to Upper Xen several times, under many aliases and many jobs. Although he had never encountered the J-Mods, their reputation was as persistent as it was fierce. He got thinking about how dull it really was in the AMC, with too many politics and only real action in war. And when you were finally involved in something it was sneak tactics, guerillia warfare and scrounging weapons and supplies off rebels and terrorists. Jothias remembered the time when politics were a good thing, everyone had enemies and a lot of money to spend. But now the police force was tighter than ever and getting in and out of the country was a hassle.

He was decided. As soon as he was back in Concremo he would resign from the Alphaeron Mercenary Corps and go join the Triad. The only crime syndicate worth mentioning, the Blue Mantis Triad controlled Concremos illegal weapons import and export to the bullet. Unlike others organised crime operations, they were not big on anything but weapons, hits and heists. A few weeks ago in the north, a Mafia sprung up from no-where and cut off the Triads supply to the area of weapons and money to buy weapons. The city was on the verge of open gang warfare, until two days later the top four people in the Mafia were found dead. Dead is probably an understatement, as they had been ambushed in their own home by two Triad assassins armed with submachine guns. Twenty bodyguards were cut down in seconds, before the higher-ups were put in the back of a van and taken away. Bodies were found a week later, minus their heads, in public view inside the Mafia territory. They fell apart from there, and were soon assimilated into the Triad.

OOC: Is he in UX now, or is he back in Concremo?

still in the car with fujinko.

get on msn and we can plan this out a bit.

Fujiko then began to drive out of there, carefully as to not attract suspicion. She had a feeling that this wasn't the way her boss would've liked it, but plans did change.

When she left the main complex, she hit the main road as fast as possible.....

Fujiko then turned to Jothias when it was safe, and said, continuing to drive, "The coast is clear....I have a plan, but it'll be messy."

She then said, resisting the urge to laugh: "Do you mind getting into a suitcase?"

"Can't you?" Faerl asked with a raised eyebrow and grin.

"How big?" He asked. He had gone through customs in worse ways, his all-time most uncomfortable being in a coffin on a funeral barge going down the nile. What a mess that was...

'shall we go?' she asked, slowly sliding her hands down his trousers.

'well i have a good idea' she whispered softly.

"How big?" He asked. He had gone through customs in worse ways, his all-time most uncomfortable being in a coffin on a funeral barge going down the nile. What a mess that was...

Fujiko said, "Try a standard size hardshell Samsonite case."

"Good enough", he said, "but what about the xrays?"

OOC: hellooooo....Theao?

"Good enough", he said, "but what about the xrays?"

Fujiko pointed under her seat and said, "That's what a dentist's apron, and a whole bunch of those lead nutshields dentists use are for. Besides, I can bribe the police, I'm sure they can't resist a gold Sovereign."

"I have to do final work on the bid, as well as the other purchases first, then..." Fearl replied

'hmmm...' she said snuggling closer.

'...then what' she asked.

"Fair point" Jothias said, as he climbed in and somehow zipped it up, an action that nagged Fujinko for some time.

"We shall see when we get there." Street replied

she smiled,
'how old are you' she asked.

"23, you?" Faerl asked

'19' she said softly.
'you look a lot younger' she smiled

"Why thank you." Street replied

she slid her hand lower and rested her head on his chest,
'its still so cold' she said.

"To me this is a nearly perfect temperature." Faerl replied

ooc: i gtg now

"Fair point" Jothias said, as he climbed in and somehow zipped it up, an action that nagged Fujinko for some time.

Fujiko finally said, "Are we finished?" in a slightly exasperated voice.

She then indicated, "We're getting close to the airport, I suggest we take this to a side street and stick you in ASAP."

She did just that, pulling up alongside an abandoned house. She made sure nobody was around, and pulled out a Samsonite suitcase. She then motioned to it, and said, "Get in."

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((fine, my post you quoted took place after your post above this))

Fujiko then drove to the airport, where she ditched the Rover, got her stuff, and proceeded to the Xenizen National Airways counter.

When asked by the lady, she said, "1 One way ticket to Upper Xen."

After some wrangling, the ticket was purchased. She presented a fake ID that, sure enough, ID'ed her as a dentist. That provided a good cover to explain the weight of the suitcase as it was sent through the luggage scanner. When she got funny looks, she simply shot back: "I'm a dentist, these are my tools. Any problems?" and even presented some Xenizen NHC licenses and papers certifying her as such.

Of course, her only dentistry experience was ripping teeth out during interrogations. But nobody knew that.

The luggage, and Fujiko were soon on the plane, and back to Upper Xen as quickly as possible.

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