NationStates Jolt Archive

The Party has begun, We've got King Crab, Oysters, Whale, Blue Crab, Penguin, Otter... Ice... Lot's of Ice...

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The Premier of the IOS, arrived with a good share of food. One most notable, was the Snow-Cone Maker he had brought.

"Hey!"

"Hey, Just make yourself at home... We'll be partying for a while so just chill for a bit"

Morgan came dressed in a loose strappy red dress. she brought her bag full of make-up and a camera.

'Hello guys' she said, in a strong polish accent.

Jordan and Heidi walked off of the plane and looked about. The ice around the beach was nice touch. It was a fair temperature, perfect for a beach party, though. Their father, Ishmael, was confined to his room on the plane becuase of his desire to abduct penguins and conduct experiments of them. It was good to be out of the plane after several hours of flying. Heidi stretched, and teh sun behind her made her look elegant and sexy. Jordan was carrying all of the beach equipment.

Vi Vaclavious arrived in her normal outfit but she was flying on Yow Yow her pet dragon. She arrived with her dragon blowing flames into the air. He then quickly jumped into the water but jumped out right away hissing and blowing fire everywhere.


"Excuse me but Yow Yow is a Red Fire Snow Dragon and he needs very very very very cold water could you point me in that direction? O and yes Yow Yow's friend Chichka will be here shortly."

OOC: Here are pics of

Vi Vaclavious- http://gwiezdne-wojny.pl/grafika/fa...yo/sithlady.jpg
Yow Yow- http://www.jadesite.com/Imagegalle/kreddreagon.jpg
Chichka Yow Yow's friend- http://www.bettsiv.com/gif/greydrg.gif

Martin Poingrad strutted on to the beach carrying a beach chair, a large cooler, and a camera. He set his stuff down near the other attendees.

"Hello everyone. I brought some food." He motioned towards the cooler, "It's grilled ribs of a moniter lizard. A cultural dish of our northwest province of Bealle. You can all have-"

He stopped because he heard what he thought was a growl. He turned and saw Yow Yow and Chicka several meters away. Apparently, they did not appreciate the moniter lizard remark.

It took Martin a few seconds to get over this shock and fear, but once he saw that it seemed to be tame he said, "Oh my God...Are those real dragons?"

He took a picture of them.

'Yeah they real' Morgan said, smoking a cigarette, she looked so devilish and remarkably like a temptress.

"Martin come here. They are gentle they won't hurt. You can fly on one with me if you like. Yes come on. Bring some meat they're hungry."

"Guess who brought the beer?!" echoed through the beach as a cooler slide over the party.

Leon and West strolled over as thristy world leader began drinkin to thier hearts content.

"Throw me one I'm parched. Anyone got hot sauce and som meat the dragons are hungry. And martin it would be best for you to come to the dragons and not them come to you."

"Ah, a place to relax, eat, and party. Here I am, with the special Tomzillian brew of beer, the best from my hard-working and well-paid servants."

Shogun Tomzilla the First had arrived.

Leon strolled over to Tomzilla.

"Do you really think you can match Selken beer?

"Does anyone want to pet the dragons or ride them? They are tame and genmtle I will tell you what to do."

West looked over to the dragons.

"Do they fly?"

Martin had been fond of the dragons for the several seconds between his taking the picture and the offering given to him by Vi Vaclavious, but now the prospect of actually riding one was weighing heavily on his mind and created fear inside of him.

He looked at the dragons again. The spines, horns, and claws seemed omnious.

He decided in the end, however, that he wanted to make a good impression on Zactarn Prime. He slowly walked to his cooler, broke off two pieces of the lizard ribs, and walked back to his previous position, holding out his arms so that the dragons could clearly see the food.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have any hot sauce” was all that he could think of to say.

"Yes they do fly that's why thet have wings. DUH. Anyway Martin it's all right."

*The dragons each licked a rib up and off Martin's hands and began to let out a low friendly growl almost like a kitten purring accept much louder but soothing almost.*

"Look they like you. you may pet them."

"May i try, too?" asked President Ernestio taking a step forward and continuously staring at those incredble creatures.

"Yes yes you may. Anyone may come and pet them. Just ask and I may let you fly Chichka. But Martin has first dibs."

Martin put both the ribs in one had and then petted the Yow Yow on the head.

"Good boy," he whispered to it.

"Yes. Now you can pet Chichka and then ride her if you like. I will be flying Yow Yow as you fly chichka."

Mohommed fingered his pistol as he lead his team through the brush towards the gathering. Spying a Palixian guard, he slowly snuck up and slit his throat. AS the body slumped, he grabed his rifle and slung it on his back. He motioned for the "package". He opened it and out popped a RPG-27n. He armed the fuse and aimed it above the crowd. His team got into postition around him to assualt the party, AKs at the ready.

He pulled the trigger.

"Alright," blurted Martine without thinking. But then he reconsidered what he had just said. This is a woman that I have just met only a minute ago. And up until that time, I had thought that dragons were just fantasy creatures. Am I really going to ride these things, especially since they are so large and fearsome? What if I fall off?

Then he thought of how much it would anger Pierre once he told them that not only had he seen Palixia Party Girls, but he had a ride on a dragon.

"I'll do it," he confirmed.

"Good. Hop on chichka's back and say hey girl. c'mon. then softly and slowly dig your heel into her side. hold on o her neck though."

BOOM!

The stun rocket exploded above the party. A brilliant light and a magnicant flash stunned the participants. The assualt team rushed to attack the gathering, shouting revolutionary slogans. Several guards were killed before they could react, but once they returned fire, a full-blown firefight ensued.

"TESTUDO FORMATION!"

The Royal Guard instantly created a Testudo Formation with their tactical shields, (which are normally on their back), and took out their pistols, which did have the stopping power of nearly a shotgun, but doesn't have a large rate of fire, and it can only hold seven bullets, being a high-powered handgun. (Think Desert Eagle, except with a bit more accuracy, and power.) Several of them tossed some of their grenades at the Terrorists, while keeping their formation.

Morgan sat down and looked at the dragon, she sighed and drunk several more martini's

Martin, who had been looking at Vi Vaclavious, still had his hand on Yow Yow’s head when the explosion occurred. His first thought was that it came from the dragon, and quickly leapt backward on to the ground. He then assessed the situation and saw that it had come from a different direction. He pulled out a concealed handgun and joined the fight from behind the Royal Guard.

Leon strolled over to Tomzilla.

"Do you really think you can match Selken beer?

"Of course it can. Want to bet on it?"

The grenades landed near the fighters, killing 3 more. The 20 more pressed on. Rifle mounted mortars penetrated the shields of the guards, as 5 soldiers slpit off. Grabing Morgan and some other minor delegate they managed to break off from the fight. A single guard fired off a burst of fire that struck a terrorist in the back, freeing his captive. The rest of the strike force began to retreat as well.

OOC: Bolkia....wtf?

Two of the Mortar Launched Items missed, smashing into a table, and suprisingly close to Avlis's Snow-Cone Making Machine. Two of them penetrated a shield, and smashed into a guard, killing him. The other one one penetrated the shield, and blew the arm off a guard, and knocking him limp on the ground. The rocket specialist in the group, took out his RPG, and fired it at the fleeing terrorists, just like the rest opened fire with everything they had, at the fleeing terrorists. Machine guns, Shotguns, Pistols, Rifles, and Submachine Guns fired all at the fleeing terrorist.

OOC: Terrorist nation who basically hates everyone who does not follow thier extremist views. They first struck in the Antartic conflict, where they shot down a huminatarian flight from the CoA, before they were sent packing by a group of Velkyan naval intereptors. Full name is OPB (Opressed peoples of Bolkia).

Then Vi Vaclavious wips out an IGNORE CANNON and shoots everyone making them delete their n00bish posts and resume with the party.

Morgan went and asked Martin for a dance once he had finished riding the dragon.

9 of the terrorists ran fell as heavy. concntrated fire from the guards killed them. But, about a dozen more dashed towards a urban section of the area.
4 of these men switched to full auto and began laying down wild supressing fire.

Then this time the dragons took out IGNORE CANNONS and shot the terrorists to hell and if they no what's good for them they will delete their posts or I will wage war on them. bolkia will delete their n00bish posts or get in a war with me so stop spamming the thread or you die.

That was it. They could not chase after them. Damn suppresing fire people. One guard was shot and fell down, before the rest of them ducked behind their shields again, and lobbed grenades over. Another peered out, and was shot down as well.

Ok That's It Everyone Knock It Off Or I Start Another Beach Party Thread With Everyone Not Fighting In This Bullshit

Martin turned around to face Morgan. "Oh, well, my wife wouldn't like it, but what the hell. Sure, I'll dance after I get a dragon ride."

He walked over to Vi Vaclavious and the dragons once again, this time with an offering of whale. He petted Chichka. "So, how do you ride them?"

OOC: Is this an FT, or an MT, or what? And plus, we should ask Palixia if that's allowed.

Retreating away from the already distant crowd, the 9 remaining terrorists kept up there pace.

That is, until a terrorists head exploded. Looking over to the direction of the fire, more shots were fired. More terrorists down. They pushed morgan down and began firing wildly.

To no avail. Within seconds, all were dead or close to it. Standing on the roof
near the party were 5 camoflagued figures, all bearing the patch of the elite Halo force.

Ok I Am Starting A New Thread For All The People Not Fighting. I Will Start Off With An Answer To Martin.

OOC: Well, since you didn't say anything about the four fire suppresers... if you don't like this, I'll edit it.

Three of them were blown away by the grenades. Avlis snacthed his pistol, and pointed it at the last one, and fired. The bullet flew at him, smashing right into his eye, and going out the other end. He crumpled dead.

"All terrorists are down, sir"

Leon ran over.

"Never leave without a security detail..."

"What nationaltiy are they."

"Sigh, probably Bolkian"

"In retaliation for the Antarctic incident, no doubt."

Avlis looked at his guards. Two of them, were very unfortunately dead, and two more were wounded. He walked up to the representitive of the Valkyans...

"Well, you totally annhiilated them, when you caught them from the back."

I Started The New Non-n00b Thread

"We are sorry we could'nt aid sooner, our sniper rifles were late in arrival, and had to be set up" the Halo Force sgt responded.

Sorry guys the N00b fights over...

"So who wants some crab!!!"

"I'll take some crab. Man, that noob fight is finally over, and all the wounded have been shipped out. Anyways, crab..ah..the perfect conclusion to a noob fight. I remember in my younger days, when my mom used to make this great crab..."

"Dude, that crabs still alive, you picked it out of the wrong pile, here's the steamed crabs"

Avlis quickly turned his hand to pick up a steamed crab.

"You know, I haven't eaten crab in a long time. Anyways, does anyone want snow-cones?"

"Yeah, sno-cones are good... If you need ice, we got it... lots of it"