NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: The terror attacks that will be created by this event have been prenegotiated between me and the attacker.

Amongst the urban poor and lower middle classes, crack cocaine had become more and more of a problem. While the higher classes sometimes indulged legally in opium or hashish, the poor continued to smoke more and more crack. They were becoming nonproductive, and to Parthian Corporate owners, this meant they would have to take action, and the Shah always would support them. As the CEOs of the largest companies in Parthia reached an agreement with the Shah, the first steps were taken. 3,500 heavily armed SAVAK stormtroopers moved into the ghetto, breaking into any house they deemed fit to and dragging off any of the proletariat that were in possession of crack. Truck after truck was filled with users and dealers, and they were dragged off to Persepolis prison, to be crammed into 10x15 foot cells with 100 people crammed in each.

SAVAK soldiers had done their work well, 55,000 had been arrested. Persepolis Prison was packed with the addicts, and soon, executions would begin.

Can we use them for our projects, while you may not have a single use for them we can turn these addicts into suicide squads, the effect of the drugs should make them impervious to pain or chemical weapons, making it perfect for alien creatures who uses such defenses.

Jack McBonghit was relaxing in his lazy-boy, listening to Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, smoking a blunt when his assistant came in, and droped a folder on Jacks lap.
"Whats this man?" Jack said, looking at his asst. Morris.
"Read it, its disturbing dude."

Jack began reading, and his face went blank.

"We have to stop this. Get everyone in here!"

5 more men walked in, all top-ranking officers in the USP.

"What should we do, Jack? Something needs to be done! Those crack users and dealers are helpless without aide from us"

Jack, stood up and began to pace around.

"We attack"

"We what? What about retaliation?"

"What are they gonna do, link us to the middle of no-where, to a non-existant group of drug addicts? I think not."

"Ya, we attack alright. Men?"

"8 cells, 9 men each."

"Hmmm. A lot of men, dont you think?"

"They wont be expecting it."

"Weapons? They need weapons..."

Jack, still pacing stopped. The room dead with sielence, he looked over and said
"We get them there, send 3 of our special forces cells to break some out of prision, but we cant plan now. Not enough intel. They can do that themself's."

"I think i may have a connect in Parthia for some arms. AK's SMG's handguns, C4 ect. Hes got it."

"Good, make contact with him. The order will be, 72 AK-47s' and 2,000 rounds for reach rifle. 15lb's of C4 and a case of TNT. Clear?"

"Yes sir, im on it"

Several vans pulled up to a large stretch of road, a plane waiting. The men hopped out of there vehicles and onto the waiting planes. Wondering if they'll make it back alive.

I advise you dont provoke the parthians, their nation is huge, they got allies who will stomp you like a bug. I sugguest you have what we call a plan.

The plane landed in the desert of Sistan, the landing bumping the men around furiouslly.

"everyone alright?" shouted one of the cell members

"Ya, were good!"

The men jumped out of the plane and waited.

"He shoulda been here already" one man said, and just as the words came out his mouth they could see it. The convoy,carrying there weapons and supplies. A man jumped out of the lead vehicle, a hummer.

"Hello my friends, welcome!" he said, in a deep arabic accent.

"We have rifle, you have money?" said the arms dealer

"Ya, we got the money" and a cell member handed him a suitcase.

"Good, good. Follow me." he said

he pointed into various trucks, for the men to get in. They hopped in, and several of the arms dealers men began loading the arms into the vehicles.

"Nice, my friends no?" he said, chuckling after.

"I even throw in grenades, free of charge for my buddy! Where you headed my friends?" he said, rubbing his belly.

"Persepolis" said one of the men

"Ah! Persepolis it is!" he laughed, and closed the door for the lead car. And off the vehicles went, all to check into there seperate motels.

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The Next Day.
8:00AM

"How are the bombs going?" asked one of the men, loading his AK-47s.

"Good man, good. Remote detonator, check."

"Take it out to the car, go to the police station. Park the car, leave... Walk down the block, press the button. Simple plan, no?"

he looked at him, a look like he would never see any of them again.

"Dont worry man, youll be OK."

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Cell 2.
"Hows it goin?"

"Good, suitcase is ready. Next stop, the train."

"Good, good. You know what to do."

the man nodded, and walked out. On his way to the nearest subway entrance.
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Police Station-11AM.

The older white car pulled up to the police station, parking outside. He stepped out and began to walk away. He looked behind him, he was sweating like it was going out of style. He turned his head once again, and pressed the detonator in his pocket.
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Subway-10:56AM.

He entered the train and took his seat. Putting his bag next to him. It was timed to go off at 11:04. And the time was currentlly 11:00AM. This was his stop, he walked out of the train, acting like he had forgotten his bag and began to walk faster and faster. He could see the exit, and he looked at his watch "Fuck, 11:02. 2 minutes till lift off" he thought to himself as he walked out and onto the streets.

I advise you dont provoke the parthians, their nation is huge, they got allies who will stomp you like a bug. I sugguest you have what we call a plan.
AHEM. can you not read? this has all been planned out ahead of time...jeez

Precinct 5 Police Station-11:01AM

The C-4 packed in the car was set off by the electrical pulse of the detonator, setting of an explosion that tore through the car. In a fraction of a second, the gas tanks ignited as well. The pressure of the explosion and the fireball erupted outwards, blowing up several other cars parked nearby. The police station, barely two metres away from the explosion was hit with a shock of an explosion, blowing the stone facade into dust and sending much of the floor collapsing. The fireball erupted inwards, covering the inside with flame. The entire front 5 meters of the building's streetside edge went crashing down in a cloud of dust and flame while the fire gutted the rest. From the explosion, in addition, tiny bits of metal shrapnel, heated to an amazing degree sliced through passerby like heated axes through butter.

As the dust cleared, the final death toll was 179 police and 353 civilians

Subway-11:04 AM

The explosion tore through the train parked in the station, sending a pressure wave which broke the windows and sent shrapnel tearing through the crowds assembled outside. The fireball consumed those on the train, before spreading outside into the station. Metal shrapnel of the train flew everywhere, leaving torn piles of carnage near the scene of the incident.

Final death toll was 123 Civilians

"Although the Imperium of Serapindal will not comment on your treatmant of the drug dealers, the Imperium suggests that mass executions of addicts is an especially ineffective idea, because they won't be able to get to drugs when the dealers are all...neutralized, and also, the addicts can still pay taxes, and join the millitary, and add up to the GDP of the nation."

We have been trying to root out drug addicts as well, although not in the severity in which you choose. However, we support your efforts, and have wired $3.5 billion (USD) to fund your cause. Good luck, and we hope for the best.

General Omar Sareed
Prime General of Big Long Now

We have been trying to root out drug addicts as well, although not in the severity in which you choose. However, we support your efforts, and have wired $3.5 billion (USD) to fund your cause. Good luck, and we hope for the best.

General Omar Sareed
Prime General of Big Long Now

Thank you, we greatly appreciate your support for our mutually shared cause.

-Shah Khosru III

One of the men from the cells turned on a camcorder, and put on a ski-mask. Holding his AK-47s, with the stock folded, cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Parthian goverment, we are the USP. My name, is not important. Release the crack dealers and users, for every one you kill....We will shed the blood of 100 of your own." the screen went black. He took his mask off. He turned to his friend, and said "Mail this. And contact our friend, we need 1250lb's of C-4..."

"Im on it"
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The next day.

"Ok, all 4 vans loaded. Ready to go to objective A." heard the commander over the radio

"Roger, come in team 2. How is baseball going?"

"Baseball is fine, sir. Going to B sir."

"Roger, out."
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The 4 vans went into the parking garage, each parking on a corner. The men stepped out of there vans, and began to walk out... Once they were on the street, they walked there seperate ways. On the way back home.
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Team 2 pulled into the mall, carrying a back pack full of soda cups filled with C-4.. He acted like he was drinking out of them, then placed them into garbages all around the building. He looked around, and walked into the store for a pack of cigerettes

"Hi... Can i get a pack of Marlboro Reds please?"

"Mhm, that'll be 4.54"

he handed him the money, and took his cigerettes

as he was about to walk out, the man shouted
"HEY YOU! STOP! you forgot your change!"

"Ah keep it" he said, walking out... A garbage can full of c-4 was right outside the store..

He walked out of the mall, and lit his cigerette... And calmly began to walk off....

The bombs in the mall would be set off with timers, aswell as the vans in the parking garage. And they were set to go off in 2 minutes....Each van was loaded with 250lb's of C-4, guess what happens next?

Azad Plaza Office Building

The parking garage of the office, holding the vans, was located directly under the building, a twenty floor office holding many different buisnesses inside. The vans had parked near support pillars which held up the offices, and soon, 250 pounds of C-4 in each van went off, hit with the unique electrical pulse. The vans each ruptured, exploding with amazing force which tore the supporting columns out and parts of the floor above was thrown up through the floor on top of it. Pandemoneum insued, people rushed down the stairs and out the door. Soon, however, with the intense weight of the building bearing down, the entire structure began to collapse on itself like a house of cards, smashing together and sending dust flying into the air. Of the 3000 or so office workers in the building, 2285 were dead in the rubble.


1st Street Mall

Each of the garbage cans exploded as the C-4 detonators activated, blowing the can apart and sending superheated metal shrapnel and a fireball rocketing outwards. People were immolated by flames or torn apart with shrapnel. In one part, the C-4 had knocked over a support pillar, collapsing part of an overhang.

93 People were killed and 154 Injured.

Official Statement from the Shah

Due to these terrorist attacks, I am hereby placing Parthia under martial law. A curfew of 8:00 PM will be enforced with military units, and military troops will be used as police for the time being. All criminals will be shot on sight. Any foreigners not from allied nations will be rounded up and placed in temporary holding in a hotel until we can make arrangements to send them home. Those who do not comply or do not turn themselves in within 24 hours will be shot.

Official Statement from the Shah

Due to these terrorist attacks, I am hereby placing Parthia under martial law. A curfew of 8:00 PM will be enforced with military units, and military troops will be used as police for the time being. All criminals will be shot on sight. Any foreigners not from allied nations will be rounded up and placed in temporary holding in a hotel until we can make arrangements to send them home. Those who do not comply or do not turn themselves in within 24 hours will be shot.To: The Plutocratic Shahdom of the Parthians
From: The United States of Allemande

We offer our condolences for your losses, and hope that you deal with this menace. While we do not condone the methods you are employing in your struggle against crack cocaine abuse, we certainly find the methods of the Stoner terrorists unacceptable and are prepared to offer our assistance in tracing their sources of financing in order to lay bare their vile conspiracy.

If there is anything else we can do to help, please let us know.

Edith Mayenne,
Secretary of State

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To: All Citizens of the United States of Allemande Living or Travelling in Parthia

You are urged to comply in full with all orders given to you by Parthian authorities. This is for your own safety.

"You know, we find it quite surprising that Parthia suffers as many terrorist attacks as it does," Edith Mayenne told the Parthia ambassador at a photo-op, designed to show Allemande's support for the Parthians in this crisis - a rare thing, and hence notable.

"The Shah is not afraid to do what he feels is right," replied the ambassador. "At home or abroad."

Edith Mayenne smiled. It was that sweet, disarming you-stupid-schmuck smile that those who knew her learnt to fear. This is a dangerous woman, thought the ambassador. And next in line to be President of this annoying democracy.

"No," she said, "I didn't mean to suggest that it is at all surprising that the Shah has as many enemies as he does. I meant that, in spite of the strength of his military and his security forces, so many attacks get through."

For a rare minute, the usually suave Parthian ambassador didn't know what to say. But Edith Mayenne has slipped her arm inside his, and was holding him in place so he couldn't get away as the flash-guns fired. Through smiling teeth, she whispered, "I want to show you something."

The Parthian ambassador was dumbfounded.

"But ..." he spluttered, "Why?!?"

"Oh, it's simple, really," she said, pouring him a badly needed whiskey. "Our scientists looked at America's Project Orion and realised that it had enormous potential for opening up the entire solar system to human colonisation. Of course, the U.S. government wasn't going to build a rocket that required the detonation of some 350 Hiroshima-size atom bombs to get into space, even if it could loft a whopping 5,000 tonnes of payload mass into orbit every time it flew. And neither would we - if we hadn't come to a simple realisation: that the amount of fallout produced by a fission device is directly proportional to its fissile mass."

"Since most of the so-called 'pulse packages' used by an Orion-class vehicle don't need to have a 15 KT yield," she continued, "Most only need a yield of about 100 tonnes of TNT, what we call a 'hectotonne' (HT), then if you can build a smaller fission device, a more efficient fission device, you can put an Orion-class rocket into space with less fallout than gets produced by the typical 50 KT test. And God knows, there are enough of those every year, nobody's going to notice another one."

"Now I grant you," said Secretary of State Mayenne, "It's the last thing in the world most nations would dream of doing. Everybody wants bigger bombs, not smaller ones. Penis envy or something." She laughed. "Not the Shah, of course, but his reputation speaks for itself."

"Still, if you're using fission devices as rocket fuel, then you want smaller devices. Smaller and more efficient ones. They smaller and more efficient, the better."

"But small devices are less efficient!" said the ambassador. "Below 15 KT - a Hiroshima bomb - such devices grow progressively less efficient and dirtier. That's why neutron bombs are all small devices 5 KT or less."

"Yes," she said, "Unless you rethink the entire design of the device." And with that, she handed him another file.

For two minutes the ambassador read in silence. When he stopped, and closed the file, his face was ashen white.

"You're insane. You're all insane," he whispered.

"No, we're determined," she corrected.

"But," he said, "Red Mercury?!?"

"Mais oui," she purred. "The perfect rocket fuel. And the perfect terrorist weapon."

"And, because of the scope of our space and undersea colonisation programs," Edith Mayenne continued, "I neglected to tell you that sub-kiloton explosives are wonderful at burrowing out large cavern complexes beneath the ocean floor, where the surrounding rock provides all of the structural strength needed for ambient pressure submarine colonies, didn't I? - Allemande has a need for tens of thousands of these devices. In fact, when you're using fission devices as fuel, it's not just efficiency that matters, it's cost - which translates into scale - so it won't surprise you to hear that our actual stockpiles of these devices run into the hundreds of thousands. And very few of them are actually in Allemande itself, although for security reasons it would be imprudent for me to reveal their actual locations."

For a second, she thought the ambassador would faint. That won't do, she mused. To help bolster his courage, she poured him another whiskey, which he drank too quickly, with hands that trembled a bit too much.

"And all no bigger," she said, smiling and reaching into the top drawer of her desk, "Than this."

She held up a small device the size of a baseball.

"I think," she said, ignoring the fact that his eyes were fixed on the baseball-sized "pulse packet" in her hand, "That our two nations need to reassess their relationship and - in spite of our ideological differences - come to be much, much closer friends."

OOC: This is all very secret. We can work out the details of our friendship later. Oh, and we don't mind if you help Torontia. He needs a mature influence to guide him, you know?

I think you and I can have a great deal of fun with this.

From: Shah Khosru III
To: The United States of Allemande

Greetings,

At this current time, my greatest need would be for intelligence that points to where the terrorists operate from and any nations which have at any time supported Terrorism. If possible, any military assistance against said nations would be greatly appreciated.

I thank you for your condolences, but I will say, I will not allow any nations that have supported these actions go unpunished. Nor shall the perpetrators be exonerated, instead, they will be destroyed. Your citizens, as will all citizens, will be kept in their hotels or will have one provided for them until we can have them sent home. Please understand, this is a necessary security precaution. We do not harm innocents, but we will need the full cooperation to ensure that no further terror attacks occur.

-Shah Khosru III


Allemande

The Ambassador was clearly worried. Hundreds of thousands of small devices each capable of being fitted in a soda cup. Looking up, the ambassador spoke, the Shah is always interested in developing friendly relations with nations of most political ideologies. Only extreme Marxists and Stalinists, and Communists are deemed to be nations Parthia cannot develop such a friendly relationship with. Our Pacitalian friends, for instance, take pride on their republican system. However, what are you insinuating about these devices? That you could supply them to terrorists or that they can be used on Terrorists?

However, what are you insinuating about these devices? That you could supply them to terrorists or that they can be used on Terrorists?"You may find this funny, but we actually hadn't considered this use of our 'rocket fuel' until after we'd built several thousand of them. Then we moved to secure the entire supply to the utmost of our ability," Edith Mayenne said.

"It was only later that we realized that, in the event that we were attacked, their release to the global arms market would represent a kind of 'doomsday weapon', if you will. Of course, some of our strategists pointed out that a 'doomsday weapon' only works if you tell the world about it, and this obviously wasn't the sort of thing we wanted to go shouting from the rooftops. So we began to work on fusion devices - which we had already been developing as part of Project Medusa, another deep space propulsion system with whose details I won't bore you," she continued.

Medusa? he thought. Dare I ask?

"Still, we came to realize that the laws of physics being what they are, if we can build these things, so can anyone else," she said, shaking her head slowly. "Which means that we need to start watching out to see who's busy acquiring the technology needed to build such devices. Once we identify a likely party, we'll want to have a good talk with them to make sure their intentions are ... honorable."

"That's where we can cooperate. We know the process, the materials and technologies needed, and can therefore - looking at the right data - tell you who's working on this and who isn't, while you have one of the world's best intelligence services - with which to collect that data. We invented the stuff, and will be held responsible if it's misused, and you're a likely victim. I propose we work toghether to make sure that this technology doesn't end up in the wrong hands," she finished. "Don't you think that would be best?"

The Parthian ambassador wasn't sure what he'd just heard. but - while it made sense on the surface, there were so many nuances. For one thing, he couldn't help but think that he'd just been the target of the sweetest protection racket in history. But beyond that he was doing the calculations.

Allemande, he thought, is a country that has a long history of pro-disarmament sentiment. Of course, it had a huge military today - especially its navy - but that only came after the Japanese occupied 75% of the island from 1941-1943, inflicting an awful death toll on the local populace through its use in work camps and reprisals aimed at silencing the local resistance movement. Yet there was still a stigma against the development of nuclear weapons, which the present government had managed to circumvent only by building "non-military nuclear explosives" for "scientific and commercial purposes". His intelligence reports had indicated that Allemande maintained the same kind of "just in time" nuclear defence policy pursued by Japan, Sweden, and others, but in a world full of trigger-happy nations with ICBM's, "just in time" still might not be "in time" enough.

Might Allemande be also quietly looking for a nuclear armed friend, one with a nice big umbrella? But, if that were the case, what could Parthia get in return?

A nuclear charge for special forces work that was small enough to fit half a dozen in a commando's backpack? That would certainly be worth having, especially against the very terrorists that were becoming such an infernal curse.

Of course, Allemande would want to retain control over the supply. And that, too, could be a motivation. After all, moderate-to-liberal as they might be, these people were still capitalists underneath that tree-hugging veneer. What does any capitalist want, he thought, but to maintain his monopoly?

Yes, there were many possibilities here. A great many possibilities.

OOC: Yes, so many nuances. ;)

We would certainly be willing to help you take out any terrorist group threatening you - or at least scare them into backing off. Anti-Parthian terrorism really is becoming a danger to the world.

Other nuances are negotiable. :D

The terrorists fate had been sealed, they could either surrender and be tortured, or take the honorable way out... Suicide bombings. Each man began straping themselfs with C-4 and loaded a van up with C-4.

They all shot up with there liquid adrenaline, and chewed on coca leaves. They felt invincible, scratch that, they WERE invincible in there eyes. Pumped up with the adrenaline, they each walked out...

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8:25AM
The van loaded with the explosives, drove to the nearest school. 30 mins into the school day, it would be a day the kiddies would never forget. But in this game, everyone is a target. He saw the school, and sped towards it. Smashing his van into the school, and screaming

"YOUR ALL GOING TO DIE!" seconds later, pressing the detonator...



The men straped with explosives, began going to there targets... Bars, Stores, Malls... Anything with people in it(OOC:Im sorry guys, but theres like...72 terrorists, and my brain cant handle writing 72 terrorist attacks...Parthia knows why LoL)
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Random Restraunt
The Op. walked into the bar, looking around, it was rather packed for this time of day. His bombs straped to his chest, and sprinkled with nails/bb's and reload's sprinkled with rat poision(Rat poision makes them bleed, non-stop till they lose all the blood. I forgot what medicine it took to stop the bleeding.. But its for people who when they bleed, it bleeds baaaaaaad...)
He let out a shout screaming

"In the name of USP!"and pressed the detonator...
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2nd Random Restraunt

The op walked in, deciding he wanted a last meal he took a seat, and ordered eggs... Scrambled, with cheese...His food arrived, and he chowed. He stood up and began to walk to the middle of the restraunt, people looked at him and hadnt recognized him. He wiped his mouth with his shirt, reached into his pocket and pulled out the detonator, he raised it high in the air and pressed the button.
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Clothing Store
The op walked in, and looked at all the shopers he though to himself "Well, no time to lose"

He reached into his pack of cigerettes, took one out.. Lit it and took his final drag
he said "Well, its your time people.." and pressed the detonator in his pocket... Letting out a quick good-bye wave...

Edith Mayenne shook her head.

"What have we gotten ourselves into? That's virtually a list of our allies... (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=435250&page=1&pp=15)"

"Former allies," corrected the Parthian ambassador.

"Well, yes," she said, this time pouring both the Parthian ambassador and herself a pair of whiskeys.

"Here's to former allies," she said, clinking glasses with the Parthian emissary.

"Now, about the strike teams ...," she continued. "We'll want mixed personnel, your and ours - we're in this together. Do you have a good training location?"

Parthian, in the wake of these terrorist attacks I wish to offer you any sort of aid you may need; whether it be medical or economic. I also offer the assistance of my army, when you track down the nation that funded these terrorists I will be happy to help you turn that country into a parking lot.

-The Dictator of Darkana

The ambassador considered the thought in his head, "Yes, training locations are plentiful in Parthia, we have a large number of facilities nestled in the Zagros mountains or within one of our salt deserts. A few others can be found as well, if need be."

The Ambassador finished his whiskey and continued. "Perhaps, if any nations are unwittingly supporting terrorists with the USP nuclear weapons program, I suppose you could assist in getting any locations the USP might be using as a base. We have planned a full retaliatory strike utilizing all quick response forces combined with overwhelming air power.

"Perhaps... wait a minute" as the cell phone rang, the ambassador answered and then was overcome with shock. For a few minutes, he listened, not saying anything, and then hanged up. "Those monsters... 72 suicide attacks occured a few minutes ago, killing a total of 567 people. One was targetted at a school, and killed around 112 children! These animals killed children deliberatley!"


To: The Dictator of Darkana

I greatly appreciate your offer of support, if possible, I am in need of intelligence as to where the terrorists are based and when the time comes to strike back, for military assistance.

Thank you,
Shah Khosru III

"A Parthian is a Parthian, no matter what age"-Roachie McBonghit