NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: will probably be another duff thread that NO-one partakes in but hey

IC:
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Amanda Cougar was sitting in her dusty office smoking a cuban cigar, she sat looking at the crime figures for the Three United Isles.
shit- what is going on?! she said to herself.

Her counterpart from Serafima, Marco Tommolesky, walked in and sat down.
'Mandy, you need rest' he said , putting his hand over hers.

'I can't sleep, the welfare of this whole nation lies on my shoulders' she said, holding her head in her hands, stubbing out her cigar.

'We need a stronger army presence here, send out telegrams for nations to send troops ready for training' Marco said, pushing a telegram in front of her.

'I did it last night....I am worried about you' he said blushing.

Telegram to all nations

The Three United Isles is wishing to improve and upgrade its army, we have limited amount of troops, so we are asking for nations to send them, we provide excellent facilities and accommodation.

Please help us in our time of need

Marco Tommolesky, Head of Serafima Weapons Inc.

BUMP....i'm bored here! ;) :rolleyes:

Mationland has sent troops .

Amanda walked out of her office to see a helicopter landing and many troops jumping out, a smile crossed her face.
suicide seems not such a good option now she thought to herself.

she went over to the troops.
'Hello....excuse me?!' she said shouting over the whir of the chopper blades, her beautiful long blond hair going everywhere, her long skirt flapping.
she directed them into the lecture hall.

Bump

Capt Johanan Keyes , captain of the 78th , 79th , 80th and 50th Airborne Brigades jumped out of the chinook to meet Amanda Cougar .
Capt Keyes : Hi My lady , its a pleasure to help you to re-stabilise your government .

Amanda looked at the handsome man in front of her.

'It is a pleasure to have you here, we are most grateful of your help' she said, glancing at his medals.

'I hope the journey here wasn't too nasty?' she asked softly.

Capt keyes " Not at all , madam "
Capt Keyes "More tanks are on the way madam '

OOC: I assume your country is in the ocean, if not just ignore the next bit :)
IC: A transport ship arrived at the docks. Colonel Damoslav stepped out and walked down the ramp. A regiment of spetsnaz was in the boat behind him. At the bottom of the ramp Amanda Cougar waited. He hurried down the ramp.
"Good Morning, Ms. Cougar. It is always a pleusure to help out socially-minded states. We hope we can be of service. As you probably know, I am Colonel Damoslav and am here with my regiment of spetsnaz. They are some of the best."

OOC: I assume your country is in the ocean, if not just ignore the next bit :)
IC: A transport ship arrived at the docks. Colonel Damoslav stepped out and walked down the ramp. A regiment of spetsnaz was in the boat behind him. At the bottom of the ramp Amanda Cougar waited. He hurried down the ramp.
"Good Morning, Ms. Cougar. It is always a pleusure to help out socially-minded states. We hope we can be of service. As you probably know, I am Colonel Damoslav and am here with my regiment of spetsnaz. They are some of the best."

'Thank you so much' Amanda said, directing the Colonel and his men to their barracks, shaking her long blond hair casually.

OOC: So what do I do here? I train your troops?

OOC: well you can do, but the main jist is that Marco and Amanda and their team train the troops - however, you can help them out if you like.

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Despite my nation’s objections to your nation’s socialist policies we recognize that you are a member of the Coalitions of Sovereign Nations we will send our finest drill sergeant to whip your troops into shape. Colonial Gralft will be arriving shortly with a small contingent of elite troops. We trust you will find something for him to do.

(OOC: I can not encourage you enough to register at the CSN forums (http://csm.f15.com/csm.html) so you may post you requests for CSN aid their as well as on the main forum.)

OOC: we are not socialist, I dont go by what our nationstates profile is, we are peaceful country, but with a few bad areas thats all

IC:
One Amanda had filed all the troops to their barracks, she held a meeting with Colonel Gralft.

The Austian P-19 raptor transport swooped down towards the airport, disengaging it's cargo of ASS Deaths Head, they pulled there rip cords, and invisable against the night landed.

They took up defensive positions and once the last of there number had landed they hadvanced. There faces where painted black and as where there uniforms, the only bit of colour being a singled silver badge on the captains hat. even that was covered by a thin balck cloth to stop it from reflecting the moonlight.

Slowly they advanced through camp, making there way towards the barracks, unseen, unheard, the finest Aust had to offer. They where all vetrens of the feild, hardened by over 10 yeards training and experiance, they reached the barracks doors.

Inside no light shone, the occupants where asslep, the captain smiled and spoke quickly in Austian into his whisper-mike. He could not even here his own voice but he didn't need to, he only had to sub-vocalise for the mike to hear him.

"Em Deede!" he murmered, his men signeled the afermative, like shadows they drifted towards the doors and then kicked through them, sprinting into the barracks making as much noise as possable.

They must have looked like deamons from hell, black shapes carrying guns that woke the bleary eyed soildiers. "Hands in the air" The captain yelled.

OOC: is this a training exercise or what :( :confused: :mad:

OOC: Just my guys landing and having a bit of fun. :D

Amanda woke up to hear the noise, she couldnt believe what she saw, but she blew a sigh of relief when she saw the Austian flag on the side, she rushed over to the barracks, her hair loose and long, a tight dressing gown wrapped around her cold body, she sneakily pinched the captains backside as she walked in.

'I think thats been the best entrance so far' she said with a wide smile winking at the troops.

"thank you, ma'am, but what these men where doing without a single sentry I don't know." he eyed them disapprovingly, "Never sleep with out a sentry, J company made that mistake, god rest there souls. And as for base security, I managed to get a entire squad (10 men) and a Raptor in the base without ebing challanged once."

"If your serious about improving your armed forces marm, you'd better do better than that. So where do we kip? We don't do barracks by the way, ma'am, we find it weakens the men if they get used to staying in comfort."

'well, you can always use the tents' she said smiling, feeling embarrased.

'we do have guards, that swap hourly' she added.

"We have our own Ma'am, would you like us to stay on the perade ground?" He asked here, "and your guards are not viligent enough ma'am, they where relaxing, one was even drinking tea, and they where not properly equipped, they should have had night vision goggles, ma'am."

'Like i said, thats why we need you to keep us in check' she said winking.

'We have shipments of equipment coming in tommorrow' she added.

'so...would you like to sleep in staff quarters or in tents like we have supplied?' she asked.

"In the tents, ma'am, can't let ourselves get to cosy, can we?" he turned to the troops, "I want a perade in two hours, at 3, I want everything spotless, that includes this room, and your kit. Dress uniforms. there will be a punishment perade if any man does not reach my standed, the perade will be for the entire comany."

He turned to walk out and then looked at Amander, "That includes you ma'am."

she stood there slightly shocked.
'But...I....I am in charge of these people too' she said.

"Indeed ma'am, I shall be there, in kit and if I do not manage to get up to the standeds I demand, as will be cheaked by my men, I shall be on Punishment perade too. As long as you operate in this army you will be liek the men and suffer like the men. You have 2 hours."

Amanda shot a scared look, and went back to her barracks and dressed from her dressing gown into her best army wear, she tied her hair up into a bun and looked the smartest she had ever been. she hoped her men would look the same too, she walked back and saw everything in pristine condition.

The captian strode along the lines of men, with a white clove. He looked at there uniforms, there hat badges, everythin. "Everatt!"

"Sir!"

"Take that mans name. He hasn't ironed hs shirt." He went along the line, taking just about everyones name, none regulation angle cap, grass stain, non regulation size bun, greacy rife, unclean rifle, feet at worng angle. By the end of it only his men where at completly correct persitions, and even one of them had been caught out, his shoes had been skuffed on the way over from the tents.

"Awful!" He bawled at them, the sun had only just begun to creep over the horizon, "Dreadful! for your punishment you shall, all of you, be doing a 10 mile run in full kit. It shall include the assult course, I have a route here. You shall work in your squads. It is, of course, cross country, you shall all participate. You shall do and be back here, with everything in perfect condition within 3 hours. Myself and my men shall join you. GO!"

He turned to Amanda, " you too ma'am," And began running to catch up with his squad.

Amanda scowled at her squad.
'you fucking assholes' she shouted.
'do as he says!' she shouted as she jogged alongside them.

A Jeep pulled up beside the complex, then a man hopped out wearing goggles and a rumpled uniform. He spat out a toothpick and moved the goggles up from his eyes to rest on his forehead
'Allo?' He called out in a strong cockney accent
'Anyone there?' He sighed
'Bloody Nora, if it isn't one thing its the other eh? I just wish the control lads would get it bloody right for once'

After the 3 hour jog, Amanda was hot and sweaty, she saw the man jumping out of his car,

'Hi there....I'm Miss Cougar' she said panting slightly, looking at the rough and rugged man.

After the 3 hour jog, Amanda was hot and sweaty, she saw the man jumping out of his car,

'Hi there....I'm Miss Cougar' she said panting slightly, looking at the rough and rugged man.

Jeep noticed the stripes on her uniform and saluted lazily
'Privite Jeep ma'mn. The ole' clan sent me up from the lowlands. Sarge said I needed a bit o' polishin up again' He smiled

she giggled.
'well, the new officer is VERY strict, he even has me, the manager running around like a private!' she gasped.

'But, everythings clean and tidy now, I am sure he has a rat up his arse' she whispered in his ear.

she giggled.
'well, the new officer is VERY strict, he even has me, the manager running around like a private!' she gasped.

'But, everythings clean and tidy now, I am sure he has a rat up his arse' she whispered in his ear.

'Sounds like an officer to me ma'mn' He grinned and pulled a creased sheet out of his pocket
'Me orders' He nodded to them 'Hope they're all there. I might av er...dropped a few pages on the way' He straightned up smartly and looked around
'So, where is old salty sam then?'

Amanda couldnt stop laughing at him, he was so rough and ready, she actually had a secret urge to have him there and then.
'he's instructing the troops, he'll have you for breakfast...be careful' she said pinching his bum playfully.

Amanda couldnt stop laughing at him, he was so rough and ready, she actually had a secret urge to have him there and then.
'he's instructing the troops, he'll have you for breakfast...be careful' she said pinching his bum playfully.

'I'v ad worse than im I'm sure' He smiled happily and noticed her hand. He raised an eyebrow and grinned
'Steady on luv, no fraternisin above yer rank, ole militry rule. It's what yer would call the unwritten rule. C'ept o course sargents like ter carve it into yer every chance they get' He walked off towards where he thought the ranking officer would be

she was slightly disapointed that he hadnt reacted more playfully, but, he was right, she went back to her office.

From a modified Apache helicopter hovering one hundred feet above the ground, Colonial Gralft and his four elite forces officers silently stand awaiting for the copter to approach their landing zone.

“Alright boys, we’re above the office,” the pilot says over the intercom.

“Your heard the pilot,” Gralft shouts. “Go, go, go.”

The side doors of the Apache fling open and ropes just long enough to reach the ground below shoot out of the floor. Moving quickly, the elites grab onto the ropes and repel down onto Three United Isles sovereign soil. They hit the ground hard and roll, staying down until the helicopter begins to slowly descend.

Slowly and cautiously the elite soldiers rise to their feet. They are covered completely in blackish brown body armor, including black helmets which cover the back of their necks. After a few seconds one of them takes out a walky-talky. “Area secure,” he confidently says into it.

The helicopter finally lands and out steps Colonial Gralft in all his horrible glory. He stands over six and a half feet tall and is dressed in an all black military uniform, the symbol of The Twin Dragons emblazoned on his cap. Under that cap however, is a face not many can forget but most want to. It is molten, like the skin
bubbled up. His nose is slightly upturned and, though he can close his mouth, he appears to have no lips.

“Now where is that Cougar?” he rasps in his terribly deep gravely voice.

The captain had finsihed inspecting the troops, and had dismissed them, telling them that they'd have training after breakfast. He saw the jeep pull up and made his way towards Jeep. He saluted, "Captian Johnson of the ASS Deaths Head, and you are?"

OOC: sorry, there is some stuff in here that is nearly what some might call godmodding. I assure you it is only to make my charechter seem a bit more nonchalant.

IC: Colonel Damoslav watched the events happening today with a slight smile. He laughed inwordly to himself, this would be good for a laugh; four groups of special forces in the one place, all thinking the're better than the others.
"Well..." he murmured to himself, "better meet this captain who thinks he owns this place." He stood up from the chair he had been lounging in and dusted of his rank insignia.
As he walked through the complex and nodded at the most recent newcomers who were crouched and pointing weapons. As he walked by, unperturbed, the half lowered their weapons in confusion at this behaviour. Before they could think of anything to do, Damoslav had made his way round the corner. As he walked along he saw a couple of Austian special forces soldiers having a smoke, he wandered into their circle and pulled out a cigarette-
"Anyone got a light?" he asked. A lighter was found and he smoked his cigarette while listening to the idle chatter of the soldiers. He eventually moved on in order to find the Austian captain.

OOC: You'll find my captain talking to Jeep.