NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I don't know how I'm going to make this a good RP, so I'm asking all of you to just develop the RP with me in the realistic way you want to.

IC: President Holtz called Gen. Washington to his office.
A few minutes later, Gen. Washington stepped in, "You wanted to see me, Mr. President?"
"Yes, I did, general. Have a seat please." Pres. Holtz replied. Gen. Washington sat down on the chair facing President Holtz. "General, you know our country has not been on the world scene for a long time. Well, I want to change that. Build a war machine. Not a tank, a gun, a ship, a plane, a bomb, or a missle. A war machine. Something that could waste quickly entire countries if we wanted to. Not that we will ever use it, its just to show we are a superpower. If possible, make more than one. I don't have any specifications except, make it big. Make it strong. Make it powerful. Make it practically indestructable."
"But, sir, its impossible to make anything indestructable." Washington declared.
"I said, 'Practically indestructable', not completely indestructable." Holtz clarified.
"But, the budget..." Washington said.
"We have enough money in reserves from the the trade surpluses and government waste to at least try to make something like I have in mind. Do it, general." Holtz assured.
"But, Congress would have to pass it." Washington replied.
"Enough 'buts', general. I know that. And I suggested it to them today in my weekly address. And as I left, I heard one of them propose the bill I suggested. By now, it is probably already nearing end of debate." Holtz said. Right after he said that, an aide came in with a bill to sign. He put it on his desk. It said: LB 293-602: Take funds from reserves to create a war machine, and permission to create a war machine. He smiled and signed it. "Well, general, you heard my orders. Start at it." he again smiled.
"Yes, sir." Gen. Washington replied. He then left the office and the building to go carryout the orders.

OOC: Would you mind FT?

OOC: Would you mind FT?
Sure. That would be fine as this war machine would have be unlike anything known to Modern Tech.

OOC: How would you like the entrance?

OOC: How would you like the entrance?
Anyway you want.

OOC: Where is this going on?

OOC: Where is this going on?
Oh, in the middle of the largest island of the Holtz territories, which were recently bought by Holy Paradise. Here's the map:

http://www.geocities.com/funkmasterflex43/HPmap3.bmp

OOC: Now to figure out an excuse for my FT nation to take an interest...

"sir, a small cluster of asteroid's are heading this way!" An ensign called out to the captain "launch an RABOT, charge shields!" The small rocks began to pelt the ship as the RABOT began to cut at the stones, a rock smashed into the RABOT, it smashed off the hull and knocked out the remote link to the Deep Space Recon Vessel, the BOT then began to whizz around madly out of control, it flew away from the ship and towards a nearby planet, it mistook the planet for being the home-ship and so began it's docking procedure, in actual fact it was now falling at very high speeds towards the planet, it remarkably hit in a small field away from any civilisation, it was also relitavly unscaved.

(OOC: what you have there is an RABOT Remote Assistance Bot, it has a pretty powerful cutting laser, a basic shield system and it's made from an unknown alloy, the propulsion my also interest you so might the Computer system and the Remote link)

In the skies over Holy Paradise, a streak of fire races through the sky...

(That map site is down so I'll try my best)

"Chancellor, may I come in?" said General Patterson as he opened the door into the Chancellor's office. "Yes, what is it general?" said the Chancellor. "Well sir, intelegence from our embassy in Holy Paradise reports that a bill to build a War Machine has been given to the congress of Holy Paradise and may very well pass." The Chancellor thought quietly for a few minutes. "What kind of war machine? Nukes, a new fleet, new tanks, new planes?" asked the Chancellor sharply. "We... we don't know sir, all intellegence gave us was reports of a war machine." The general looked very tense as the chancellor pondered a course of action. "Shall I order troops to the embassy sir?" muttered the general, barely above a whisper. "No general." said the chancellor instantly. "The last thing we need is war with a growing country which is building a weapon that we don't know a thing about... we will wait until we have more information." And with that the general left the room.

"Sir, we've found where the Y9-Zordon crashed. It appears to have fallen in the Territory of Holy Paradise. Near the recently purchased islands to the south."
"Send a diplomatic envoy. Tell them to keep quit about the details on the Y9-Zordon

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"sir, a small cluster of asteroid's are heading this way!" An ensign called out to the captain "launch an RABOT, charge shields!" The small rocks began to pelt the ship as the RABOT began to cut at the stones, a rock smashed into the RABOT, it smashed off the hull and knocked out the remote link to the Deep Space Recon Vessel, the BOT then began to whizz around madly out of control, it flew away from the ship and towards a nearby planet, it mistook the planet for being the home-ship and so began it's docking procedure, in actual fact it was now falling at very high speeds towards the planet, it remarkably hit in a small field away from any civilisation, it was also relitavly unscaved.

(OOC: what you have there is an RABOT Remote Assistance Bot, it has a pretty powerful cutting laser, a basic shield system and it's made from an unknown alloy, the propulsion my also interest you so might the Computer system and the Remote link) Interesting. The cutting laser would come in handy. The propulsion system also would come in handy. I'll see how the war machine develops and if I could fit those things in there.

(OOC: bear in mind i plan on coming back later to retrive the device, Hilarity ensues, i don't plan on eviscerating your nation so don't worry about that)

(OOC: bear in mind i plan on coming back later to retrive the device, Hilarity ensues, i don't plan on eviscerating your nation so don't worry about that)
I know that.

(OOC: goooood)

OOC: prepare to accept an envoy

OOC:ok

"Attention government of Holy Paradise. This is an envou from the Nation of Zatarack. We seek to speak with you."

"Attention government of Holy Paradise. This is an envou from the Nation of Zatarack. We seek to speak with you."
"Very well."

"Where would you prefer we talk?"