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Van Luxemburg Times
20th August 2005, Extra edition
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The VLS Koen, here on archive pictures, has been seized by yet unknown terrorists

VLS Koen seized by Unknown Terrorists at full sea

Gibraltar. Today at 0.07 hours Van Luxemburgian time, the VLS Koen, of the Royal Van Luxemburgian Cruising lines, has been seized by yet unknown terrorists. the Police and Government have given no comment yet. known is that the "Koen" was seized at 0.07 hours Van Luxemburgian time, coming from Van Luxemburgian Guyana Island. we suspect that this has been done by the Guyana Seperatist Movement (GSM) fighting for a Free Van Luxemburgian Guyana Island.

Van Luxemburgian International News (VLIN) Broadcast
"Goodmorning Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Philip Freriks with an extra edition of the VLIN. The Government of van Luxemburg has commented about the Hijacked Cruiseship. they have mentioned that The Van Luxemburgian Royal Navy will be intercepting the ship to escort it to the Port of Gibraltar, where the Police and Army have set up an emergency base. the Grand Duke, while In Mondoth for the Unveiling of the Next Generation Navy, has asked other Nations to send Counterterrorism operatives to liberate the ship, together with The TCT Counterterrorism operatives of van Luxemburg."

Port of Gibraltar, operations HQ
While a floorplan of the VLS "Koen" (here (http://www.aw-kreuzfahrten.de/pages/index.php?PHPSESSID=602a20312beda6a371ad6a492a406852&page=vessels&action=maps&id=73) ) was laid on the table, Head of Police Mark Van Stenen looked through his binoculars Nervously, so he could see the Koen arriving. in fact, it wouldn't arrive in the coming days, because it was still crossing the Atlantic Ocean. the Howling of Police Sirens was everywhere, when several Black Cars and Vans moved under the "Police Do Not Cross" line. they were Van Luxemburg's Counterterrorism operatives, the TCT, or Tango Control Team.
http://www.netmarine.net/forces/commando/jaubert/photo04.jpg
The TCT during an Exercise in the Former harbor of Echternach, which is, ironically enough, now a Land-Locked city.

General Minerva read the reports and smirked. She laid down a patch on a table that had just been made. In the design of a small boat.

"Hmm...appears like fate has brought us a early conflict." she said and picked up the phone to call the head of Van Luxemburg.
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"Hello, Kjata Major is active and ready to help."

Head of Police Mark van Stenen picked up the Phone, while still looking through his binoculars.
"Yes? Kjata Major? What are you sending? and how many? Yes, I understand, when could you be here?"
he hold off the Phone while he looked at the Army officer.
"we have someone working with us"

General Minerva put the phone down and smiled.

"Hmm the 23rd Platoon can do this."

Two Chinooks were called for to lift the 23rd Platoon and their fast response gear two Van Luxemburg. General Minerva was going to go and oversee the operation with the 23rd Platoon.

In three hours they would arrive at Van Luxemburg airspace.
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The General picked up the phone and called them back, "We're on our way, we will be entering your airspace in three hours. We will need directions from there. The 23rd Platoon can perform a cleansweep and get you back the ship."

"... earlier today. The Van Luxemburgian authorities are asking for outside help..." the TV droned on. Makr Valst was sitting in his office, watching CNN, one of the best intel sources in the world. He sat, thinking to himself, What a chance! the AXPs need some work. He then proceeded to fax that a 44 man team would be flown in on 1 GS-427, and behind them would come several helicopters, all still in testing, but all incredible.

Captain Miller of the destroyer Cobalt sat in his chair.

The destroyer was of the new Cobalt Class of ships, designed like the US DD(X) ship, only with bigger, more, and better guns. Not to mention the Marines it could carry had been increased.

All morning he'd been taking briefings about a situation where a cruise ship had been hijacked by terrorists.

The Imperium had been in a rather long war with Global Jihad after the Saharistan War, and after the invasion of Algeristan alot of people back in the Capital were afraid that GJ would split and help other terrorist groups in other causes, not just against the SWC.

Thus, the Captain had his orders.

"This is RMV Cobalt to Van Luxemburg. We are hereby offering assistance in any action to take this cruise liner back. Please give instructions."

TO: Van Luxemburg Government
FROM: President Jakob

SUBJECT: Wingarde will aid you

Greetings,

I have heard the ill news and I have decided to take action against these cowardly terrorists. Wingarde will send two special forces teams to act accordingly. However, we will dispatch more units if the situation requires so. We will do everything possible to protect the civilians on the ship and eliminate the terrorists in question. You can count on us.

Yours faithfully,

Hermann Jakob,
President,
Democratic States of Wingarde

The Head of police looked at the Maps of the area and the Floorplans of the "Koen" while he was talking. "perfect, You will work together with the TCT Espagna team, specialized in fighting in the Area." he laid down the Horn to prepare his team.

Three Hours Later

"This is Van Luxemburgian Aerospace Control to unidentified aircraft, please announce yourselves"

The VLS "Koen" A Few Days away from Gibraltar.

Jacques Legrand walked on the 3rd deck of the "Koen" while checking his AK-74 and keeping an eye on the hostages, almost 2,000 persons. theyw ere with 300 men, armed with mainly Russian weapons, they got from a small smuggling-route. they were lucky the van Luxemburgers didn't see it, because they would have locked down the complete Island to hunt for weapons. now they had this ship, A Ship which they could hold, for the independence of Van Luxemburgian Guyana Island.

(OOC: I was planning on waiting a night and see who will be supporting us)

"This is General Minerva, we have access." she said over the radio. "We need directions to land however."

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The General looked at the new military patch that was made, the Van Luxemburg Response shoulder patch. She smiled and knew it was a nice present for the soon to be successful troops. Though only after mission complete would she give them to the troops.

To: Imported_Illior
From: Mark van Stenen, Head of TCT Espagna.

We Appreciate your help, and we are awaiting your forces.

(OOC: jij bent toch een Vlaming, of niet?)

To: McKagan
From: Michael Loewen, Royal van Luxemburgian Navy

We could use you to escort the "Koen" to Gibraltar, together with two of our Cruisers, the VLS "Pisa" and the VLS "Volterra".

To: Wingarde
From: Mark van Stenen, Head of TCT Espagna

We thank you, but we don't think that the Situation will require more Forces than you're already sending.

"This Is Van Luxemburgian Aerospace Control, follow Airlane Vector 25 to Southwest, please contact Van Luxemburgian Crisis Control at 125.5 for Landing directions at Gibraltar, Aerospace control out."

OOC: Sorry, made the name up, have no idea what you said.
IC: Makr sent a fax back saying that he and his team would be there in under 45 minutes but need clearance at the airport.

Response to Van Luxemburg

"Our vessel will be invisable to their radar, so we'll hang back. Then at night we'll get closer and allow some of our snipers to go out on deck and use our less than lethal rounds to see if we can knock some people into the ocean.

Are you planning to let them continue on out to sea, or are you going to make a move on them while they're in the strait? If we may, we'll take point. We've got 4 helicopters on this vessel, we can land 12 Marines on that ship in no time, and we can lay down some decent coverage.

Do we know if the terrorists have any missiles or otherwise large ordnance with them?"

"This Is Van Luxemburgian Aerospace Control, follow Airlane Vector 25 to Southwest, please contact Van Luxemburgian Crisis Control at 125.5 for Landing directions at Gibraltar, Aerospace control out."

"Roger that."

The General switched to 125.5 and called out for the VLCC.

"Van Luxemburgian Crisis Control? Are you there? Come in VLCC."

A sturdy, lumbering WT-19 Skymaster enters Van Luxemburgian airspace. The aircraft is loaded with elite special forces operatives from the Wingardian Navy. Maj. Fritz Brentsen was walking back and forth on the middle of the passengers hold. His men didn't mind his current attitude, he always got anxious prior to important missions. A few moments later, the co-pilot of the Skymaster reports the situation.

"Major, we've entered Van Luxemburgian airspace." The flight officer informed before getting back to the controls.

"Understood. Let the Van Luxemburgians know." Brentsen replied, staring out of the window. A nimble WF-27 Firebolt was steadily escorting the transport vessel. Another one surely was on the other side.

"Yes sir." The pilot switched on the comms and adjusted the frequency accordingly. "Van Luxemburgian Crisis Control, this is the WSF Charlie Flight, military aid from Wingarde. We have located the VLS Koen. Awaiting further instructions."

To Imported Illior:
(OOC: Oh, sorry about that)
"you're cleared to land on runway 45 West, welcome To Van Luxemburg!"

To McKagan.
from: Michael Loewen, Royal van Luxemburgian Navy
We have been escorting the ship for about a day now, and we haven't seen anybody yet on the decks. our plan is to escort the Liner into the Harbour of Gibraltar and block it off, so no-one could enter or leave the Harbour. also, our Intelligence thinks there are about 300 well-armed Terrorists aboard, armed with Russian weapons (e.g. AK-74, PKM, SA-7, RPG-7) and they have heavy equipment, possible 12.7mm MG's and 14.5mm MG's, AA and AT launchers are aboard, as far as we think. they could have reinforced the complete ship to make it a fortress, more or less.

Van Luxemburgian Crisis Control

"Kjata Major aircraft, this is VLCC, you have landing clearance at Gibraltar Airport, You can use the helidocks in the South"
"WSF Charlie Flight, please proceed to Gibraltar Airport, use Strip 60 West please, VLCC out"

Response to Van Luxemburg

We're not trying to take over the operation or anything, but we'd advice against bringing the ship into port. One, if the terrorists feel something is up, they could set off a big ass bomb, kill them all, and take out a good portion of your infratructure. Plus, do you know they don't have nukes? A dirty bomb wouldn't be nice here... Anyway, I've got a strike team of 12 men here ready to go on. We can put some tear gas on the ship too. Basically, it's your call, but we're going to ask questions about anything and everything just to get some fresh ideas on the table.

--Miller

The helicopters touched down and the General came out of the first Chinook, marked A-51. The General was in full service uniform, including her sword at her waist. She descended the flight of stairs from the Chinook and when she was down looked up at the sky.

It was peaceful here, but it won't be for long. Then it will be again. The eternal cycle of war and peace.

To McKagan.

The problem is, that the terrorists have asked for this themselves, by the Communication channels of the "Koen". they have asked if they could lay in the middle of the harbour. laying her out to the opens sea would be very hard too, because she is only on one side protected by Land (OOC: read my factbook for that). Their isn't a Dirty bomb aboard, because our sattelites haven't seen a difference in Radiation, or Heavy chemical or Biological activity. we would advise against landing your troops on the ship while in transit to Gibraltar. there are large numbers (Approx. 300) terrorists aboard the ship, which could kill all the Hostages when they hear 12 men stumbling around the ship. it's better to do an assault in full strength.

Mark van Stenen, Head of TCT Espagna.

Gibraltar Airport

"welcome Ma'am! welcome to Van Luxemburg, Your trucks are waiting!"
A few trucks stood on the Tarmac, with burning warning lights, to guarantee a fast Transit to The Crisis Center.

To: Van Luxemburg
From: Admiral Laurence Schofield, Head of Naval Special Warfare Command, the Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia
Re: Koen Hijacking

We've got some Navy SEALs here who think they're the boys to get your job done and your hostages back. Permission to join your forces in the re-taking of the Koen? We've got six Dietz-class rapid-attack hydrofoils (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9479835&postcount=50) en route, but they can easily turn around if you decide you don't want us. We'll link up with McKagan forces upon arrival; they're friends of ours.

Respectfully,
Admiral Laurence Schofield
Head of Naval Special Warfare Command
The Democratic Imperium of Halberdgardia

Minutes later...

Charlie Flight's Skymaster touched down gently on the designated strip at Gibraltar Airport, followed by its two Firebolt escorts. The Wingardian airplanes taxied to the hangars assigned to them. Soon after coming to a full stop, Van Luxemburgian mechanics arrived with maintenance equipment and began servicing the vehicles.

Major Brentsen walked down the ladder and onto the solid asphalt, followed by his men. "I want these birds on full alert and ready to fly in 20 minutes. Is that understood?" Fritz pseudo-ordered the Van Luxemburgian chief engineer, and then requested his radio.

"VLCC, WSF Charlie Flight has landed, please keep us posted about the situation. We'll be ready to depart whenever you need. Over." The officer reported over the radio.

"This way gentlemen." the General said and got on the first truck.

The troops were highly decorated even in battle uniforms. The army green suits were very subtly marked with beige patches, a symbol of success.

The troops were fully armed with everything from grenades, to rifles. They were ready.

To:
From: Van Luxemburg Crisis Center
Re: Re: Cruise Ship hijacking

Ofcourse you can Join, as we say "hoe Meer Zielen, Hoe meer vreugd!" or "the More Souls, the more fun we have!"

Gibraltar Airport

The Mechanic shortly looked at the pilot, and then at the plane.
"I Could do that within 5 minutes, if you want"

Fritz looked at the mechanic and sighed. "15 minutes. Remember our two escorts are not going to get refuelled all by themselves." The Major reminded the Van Luxemburgian engineer, pointing at the one of the two WF-27s right outside the adjacent hangars.

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"VLCC come in, please. Did you get our last message?" Brentsen repeated what he said earlier through the radio.

To McKagan.

The problem is, that the terrorists have asked for this themselves, by the Communication channels of the "Koen". they have asked if they could lay in the middle of the harbour. laying her out to the opens sea would be very hard too, because she is only on one side protected by Land (OOC: read my factbook for that). Their isn't a Dirty bomb aboard, because our sattelites haven't seen a difference in Radiation, or Heavy chemical or Biological activity. we would advise against landing your troops on the ship while in transit to Gibraltar. there are large numbers (Approx. 300) terrorists aboard the ship, which could kill all the Hostages when they hear 12 men stumbling around the ship. it's better to do an assault in full strength.

Mark van Stenen, Head of TCT Espagna.



Understood.

We've got a Weiland-class Attack Submarine out in the open seas. We're bringing it into the theatre too. If you have the need for a premptive strike against the ship or something let us know. If it comes down to it we could cut our way into the ship, too.

Gibraltar Airport

"this is VLCC, we copy your last message"

The Mechanic followed the Major's pointed finger, and looked at the two Aircraft, where two trucks arrived. three men ran out of each truck and started refuelling the Aircraft The engineer looked at it until the crew left, two minutes later. he looked back at the major. "So, Anything else?"

"No, that'd be all. Thank you for your assistance." Fritz grinned, glanced at the radio device and gave it back to the mechanic. "Now it's up to the big folks until they let us back in the air."

Message From Velkyan High Command

A C-130 has been dispatched with Halo Force commandos aboard to aid you in your time of need.

High Command Out

"What kind of watercraft you have that is capable of infiltration? We need to go in quietly, otherwise the mission will be compremised." said the General.

A shout went up from the troops, "Whooo! Watersports!" "I'm like Snake!" "Idiots!" "My Combat knife gives me +10 AGI!" "No it doesn't! HAX!" "My knife, your ass, get the picture." "Alright terrorist scum!" "I'm gonna get me a scalp!" "AHHAHAHA!"

The General looked at the group of troops and glared at them, instantly they all shut up and saluted her. "Sorry! General Minerva!"

The troops were trained, but eager for battle.

Gibraltar Airport

"Wish you luck, oh, and by the way, you'll be getting a visit by 2 Van Luxemburgian Mirage 2000-5 fighters, and maybe a Gulfstream V, some High person, don't know precisely." the Mechanic turned around and walked away, stepped into his Maintenance vehicle and drove off.

To New Velkya.

we thank you very much.

Commander Mark van Stenen stepped up to General Minerva.
"we will be using Zodiac's with Electric outboard engines, they make virtually no noise. we also want to parachute a few men onto the upper deck."

he walked back to its own troops, which were just playing a game of Rainbow Six on a LAN Network, to train for the upcoming events.
"you teamkilled!"
"no I didn't!"
"Here!"
"So You're the Teamkiller!"
"GUYS!"
"Sorry, Mr. Commander"
"Dismissed!, other ones have their turn now!"

OOC: Oh no! It's contagious!

IC:

"Marcus, Cinna, Leon, Broshi, Juhn. You take air drop. Rest of you, your with me." said the General.

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Marcus: Special Ops Leader. Weak in stealth and attacks, strong in planning and intelligence. Memorizes entire mission guidelines and maps.

Cinna: Combat Specialist. Weak in climbing skills. Strong in combat and hand to hand fighting. Built like a tank.

Leon: Deceptive Ops. Weak in combat. Strong in decieving and surprise attacks. Capable of shutting down nearly any computer with powerful viruses.

Broshi: Special Ops co-leader. Weak in physical combat. Strong in disarming bombs and security systems.

Juhn: Assassin. Weak in fire fights. Strong in stealth, quick kills, silent inflitration and sabotage. He is the l33t Ninja. Prone to taunting.
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OOC: What's Contagious, the LAN Play?, I'm off for now btw.

OOC: What's Contagious, the LAN Play?, I'm off for now btw.

OOC: No...soldiers acting like idiots. :)

OOC: Don't they always act like idiots? :D

OOC: Don't they always act like idiots? :D

Not always, just some that do tend to get shot more often then others. Usually the stone cold, fighters that are so much more experienced don't die as often as the newcomers.

Gibraltar Airport

"Wish you luck, oh, and by the way, you'll be getting a visit by 2 Van Luxemburgian Mirage 2000-5 fighters, and maybe a Gulfstream V, some High person, don't know precisely." the Mechanic turned around and walked away, stepped into his Maintenance vehicle and drove off.

To New Velkya.

we thank you very much.

Not a problem, we have the 2000s on radar, do you have a plan of the ship?

OOC: You're right, luckily only a few are Morons in my Team, but they tend to do their Job rather well.

The engineer responded with mumbling something like "Look at the opening post"

OOC: Srry bout that.

(OOC: no prob)

2200 Hours, RMV Cobalt

The evening had came and gone, and now that it was dark the destroyer could move in closer to the cruise liner.

A total of 6 soldiers went out on deck.

With only one side facing the vessel, the soldiers didn't have many positions to take up that could be used for cover should someone find a way to not only find out they were there, but where they were, not to mention get some fire over to the deck of the vessel.

"So, do you see anyone?" the young PFC asked his Sergeant.

"No, thermal imaging isn't showing anyone on deck, but sooner or later someone will fuck up and end up in the ocean."

OOC: My C-130 is going to do a low speed, drop into the water 50 miles out from the MC destoryer with 2 WJ Zodiacs and make out way to the destoyer to coordinate a mission. I request that the escorts break off so that the C-130 can get in undetected.

Major Brentsen ordered the operatives to form up in front of him, with the huge Skymaster in the background. He cleared his throat to hurry his men a bit. Once they were in place, he proceeded with the briefing.

"Alright, people, listen up! As you already know, the Van Luxemburgian luxury liner VLS Koen was hijacked by unknown terrorists earlier today." The Major passed around the ship's plans. "Familiarize yourselves with the design of the vessel. It'll be critical to carry out an efficient mission plan." As the soldiers reviewed the detailed blueprints of the Koen, Fritz began describing the course of action.

"Both teams will obviously paradrop from the Skymaster and onto the target. Alpha Team, commanded by me, will land on the prow and proceed to and secure the bridge. Expect heavy resistance by part of the terrorist elements. Meanwhile, Bravo Team, commanded by Lt. Rickenbacker, will land on the aft, and quickly make its way to the engine room and stop the ship cold on her tracks, but don't damage any equipment unless you absolutely have to." Brentsen took a deep breath while giving more time to the men to study the plans, and continued moments later.

"Remember that this is a joint operation with the Van Luxemburgian and other nations' forces, so pay special attention to avoid friendly fire. I'll do my best to ensure there's proper communication between all the allied elements in the operation. Last but not least, keep civilian casualties to a minimum. The officer finished his briefing and looked in the direction of the sea. After a few moments he glanced back at his soldiers.

"Alright, we'll be called at any moment now. Get to know the blueprints like the palm of your hand and gear up!" Fritz grinned as his men cheered, raising their G-36Es in the air. It was going to be a bloody battle, but the terrorists had to be stopped.

The Republic of New Crystal Isles is willing to send in forces to aid you in this crisis. Requesting permission to to mobilize the forces.

OOC: Sorry it took me so long to respond, RL called.

To:
From: Van Luxemburg Crisis Center
Re: Re: Cruise Ship hijacking

Ofcourse you can Join, as we say "hoe Meer Zielen, Hoe meer vreugd!" or "the More Souls, the more fun we have!"

To: Van Luxemburg Crisis Center, RMV Cobalt
From: Captain John Hunter, Navy SEALs Response Team
Re: Koen Hijacking

Acknowledged. En route to Cobalt's position. ETA is approximately 6 hours.

--Hunter

The six Dietz-class rapid-attack hydrofoils roared out of the naval base of Coronet in Saharistan. Three had a 90mm gun as their primary armament, while the other three mounted a 30mm autocannon. These were in addition to 14 anti-shipping Exocet missiles, four dual .50-cal gun mounts, and a powerful hybrid LASER/.50-cal CIWS. The surprisingly heavy armament, combined with twin 1800-horsepower engines that could propel the craft to more than 50 knots when foilborne, made the Dietz the perfect vessel for this mission. As the the ships sped towards the position of the RMV Cobalt at more than 50 knots, the SEALs onboard went over the mission parameters, reviewed provided diagrams of the ship, and checked and cleaned their weapons.

ooc: Is this still open for international aid arrivals?

OOC: Sorry it took me so long to respond, RL called.



To: Van Luxemburg Crisis Center, RMV Cobalt
From: Captain John Hunter, Navy SEALs Response Team
Re: Koen Hijacking

Acknowledged. En route to Cobalt's position. ETA is approximately 6 hours.

--Hunter

The six Dietz-class rapid-attack hydrofoils roared out of the naval base of Coronet in Saharistan. Three had a 90mm gun as their primary armament, while the other three mounted a 30mm autocannon. These were in addition to 14 anti-shipping Exocet missiles, four dual .50-cal gun mounts, and a powerful hybrid LASER/.50-cal CIWS. The surprisingly heavy armament, combined with twin 1800-horsepower engines that could propel the craft to more than 50 knots when foilborne, made the Dietz the perfect vessel for this mission. As the the ships sped towards the position of the RMV Cobalt at more than 50 knots, the SEALs onboard went over the mission parameters, reviewed provided diagrams of the ship, and checked and cleaned their weapons.

OOC: Disregard me talking about the sub, please.

IC:

"You are cleared to enter our security zone."

That was the only message sent to the Dietz vessels.

Cobalt was now falling back and away from the cruise liner as the sun came up, the snipers recording no contacts during the night shift.

Below deck the 12 person Sierra Force team checked over maps and general information.

"Sir, do we have a uniform gun for this mission?"

Sometimes Imperial Commanders liked to have everyone having the same weapon.

"No, take whatever you wish."

Half the men came out of the armory with P90's. 4 with AK104's from Leafanistan, and 3 with the ever popular CX-3 Rifle built domestically in McKagan.

"Any idea where we'll be inserting, sir?"

The Major was slightly annoyed at being called sir while on the ship, but she was a PFC, he had time to break her in before the 6 Month Deployment ended and Cobalt rotated back to Saharistan...

Hunter nodded upon hearing the McKagan message.

"Roger that. Coming in for a rendezvous."

The Dietzs slowed to a crawl as they closed the last few tens of meters between themselves and the Cobalt.

Hunter called out to the McKagan ship.

"Hey, Mac! Can we join the party?"

[OOC: McKagan, I've come up with a slang system for our soldiers to call one another when they don't know individual names, sort of like how Americans called Brits "limeys" and the Brits called our boys "Yanks." Here's what I'm thinking: one of your soldiers would be "Mac," plural "Macs." One of mine would be "Hal," plural "Hals." Leafanistan would be one soldier="Leaf(y)," plural "Leafies." Sound good to you?]

Hunter nodded upon hearing the McKagan message.

"Roger that. Coming in for a rendezvous."

The Dietzs slowed to a crawl as they closed the last few tens of meters between themselves and the Cobalt.

Hunter called out to the McKagan ship.

"Hey, Mac! Can we join the party?"

[OOC: McKagan, I've come up with a slang system for our soldiers to call one another when they don't know individual names, sort of like how Americans called Brits "limeys" and the Brits called our boys "Yanks." Here's what I'm thinking: one of your soldiers would be "Mac," plural "Macs." One of mine would be "Hal," plural "Hals." Leafanistan would be one soldier="Leaf(y)," plural "Leafies." Sound good to you?]

"Sure, we've just got to wait til' this bastards stopped!" Miller said in reference to the cruise liner.

[OOC: I'm considered the same thing, and i'll accept that. If you noticed, during the Algeristani conflict/thing I called your government and/or military command "Big Hal" a few times.]

"Attention McKagen vessel, we are approaching your vessel from the aft with two small craft requesting pickup"

Cruiser VLS "Volterra", next to the VLS "Koen"

Captain Michael Van Loewen looked out of the window of the "Le Havre" Class Stealth Cruiser, he could see the "Koen" very clearly, she was decelerating to enter the Gibraltar harbour. The Luxury liner had now passed the entrance. only 100 meters further. 50 meters, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 meters left...
"Attention VLS "Koen, this is Van Luxemburgian Navy Warship VLS "Volterra" cut your engines and throw out your anchor, contact the VLCC please."

To The Vuhifellian States and New Crystal Isles

but ofcourse you're welcome, the more help we have, the easier it gets!

Mark Van Stenen, Head of TCT Espagna.

OOC: New Velkya, the cruise liner just arrived in port, so there's no need to break off the escorts.

IC:
VLCC, Gibraltar

"Okay Guys, listen up, a simple operation, in and out, when nothing changes, it could get a harsh battle. okay, weapons. standard FELIN Battlesuits with FAMAS'es, MP-7's and VDZ & VL JK1a weapons of our own. we'll enter by ZODIAC from the cruisers, and I want 3 men landing on the deck to throw out a rope ladder. got it?"
"Yes Sir!"

General Chang, Colonel Taki and several of his Spec ops from the Armed Forces of Peen0rtopia gathered around and discussed the plan to eliminate the enemies on board.

"All right, MEN!" Chang said in a very serious voice "The plan is that you guys will by dropped by helicopter into the sea and you swim to the boat!"

"Uhh, sir?" Said one of the Spec Ops members "What do we do after we like, get on the boat?"

"Well uhhh" Chang thought for a few minutes "You....errrr shoot everyone"

The Spec Ops member gave him a Suave look (=\)

"Than we pick you up! DISMISSED" and the All the men ran off, exept Colonel Taki.

"waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait" He said "How will we be dropped into the sea again?"

Chang replied "Helicopter"

"We don't have helicopters..." Said the Colonel "Shit, we dont have guns....WE DON'T HAVE ANYTHING! Did it ever come to you that we need to BUY stuff, General?"

To which Chang replied: "Get me coffee you smartass"

"You think they'll know what it says?" asks the Colonel

"Of course!" says Chang

"K done"


BACK AT VAN LUXEMBURG DAYS LATER


Van Luxemburg Leader: What the hell is it saying!?




到：範盧森堡
出發地： peen0rtopia 的被武裝的共和國

我們有在這裡開始幫助你，主要地對現金和名聲，但是一旦那個白癡給我們取一些設備，我們黑話幫助，用於你的 yeap suxks = |，但是不必 worrk 我們無論如何總是恢復健康！我發誓那船將被返回！!!

OOC: I think you should know my natural choice for this RP, you fought with them in Quiblechistan

IC:

David Macker picked up his usual morning paperwork, the corporate investments into outer space, land purchases, very stressful. The phone had rung, exactly at the time he wanted it to, he didn't feel like going through all the paperwork today.

"Sir, I have your son James on line 4, would you like me to patch him through?"

"Go ahead Lynda."

A few moments later David's son, James Macker was on the phone, "Hey umm, dad?"

"Yes James?"

"Yeah, I just recieved a fax from the Presidential Palace in New Hivez, you won't believe what it is!"

"Believe me James, after what happened in Quiblechistan and whats happening in outer space, I think nothing can suprise me this time..."

David was apathetic this morning, James only called whenever there was someone needing saving, or some other crap like that...

"Van Luxemberg has had one of their most prized cruise ships taken over by terrorists! Ya' know, 117 and 179 sure love fighting alongside VL troops."

"I'm sure they do, *sigh* is this why you called me James, to ask my permission on a subject you yourself already fully command, send Squad 49 in if you must, but bring them back alive, they're a highly valued part of the EBG and I don't want even one of them killed, do you hear me! Especially not 117 or 179!"

"Yes yes dad, don't get 179 killed, c'ya later!"

James hung up the phone now, and David felt as though he might throw up for the sheer stupidity James was showing these days.

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Sqaud 49 barracks, downtown Golden Skies City

"And so he says to me, c'mon Kolimja! Watcha waitin' for? And then 110 here comes up behind im' and blows his goddamned brains out!" Said 117, best in the EBG.

Strangely enough, all 60 members of Squad 49 laughed at this before James came into view on the holopanel.

"Guys, I have another assignment for you!"

"Not again James, look we love our jobs and all, but we need a break from time to time like any other sqaud!"

"Your being shipped to Van Luxemberg..."

"Well, load guns, get your MOLIGNAR suits on and get in the dropships, if we load up now, we may just make it to Van Luxemberg airspace in 14 hours!"

"That's the spirit 179!"

He dissapeared from the holopanel, only to be replaced by Sqaud 49 loading their guns and getting their armor suits on, before loading themselves, and some vehicles into their dropships.

"Everyone ready back their?" Called Eureka 1, leader of the Eureka dropship sqaudron.

"Yes ma'am! Lets go already!"

The 5 dropships in Eureka sqaudron lifted off out of the hanger bay vertically, before engaging their main engines and flying off to the Van Luxemberg combat area."

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16 hours later

"This is Eureka 1, Van Luxemberg troops, direct us to LZ!"

Bump for Van Luxemburg.....I need transportation post :)

The VLS "Koen"

well, they had finally made it. they were in the harbour of Gibraltar. they had closed the Fireproof doors of the ship, and they had took up positions against possible counterterrorism operatives. they had Boobytraps installed all over, and had checked the ships engines twice. their plan was to ram the Navy ships and get out of Gibraltar, to unleash a Rebel war at Van Luxemburgian Guyana Island. but, they could always start diplomacy with Van Luxemburg.
"Legrand Here, Bridge please"
"This is Bridge"
"I want to make a Phonecall, can we do that?"
"Ofcourse"
he could hear that the phoneline was being established, so he could talk to the Van Luxemburgians.
"Van Stenen?" the name was questioning, like he was expecting someone.
"it's me. I want that Van Luxemburgian Guyana island gets Independency, if it doesn't get it, we'll blow up this whole DAMNED ship, got that?"
"Who's me?" The voice was calm, the question not to hasty.
"Me is aboard the "Koen", or, you could say, what's left of it"
"We can't grant Van Luxemburgian Guyana Island independency, that's a task of the Grand Duke. we could ask him to come here, but that can take a while."
"And I don't want to wait. you've got two hours before we blow this up."
"sure, go ahead. we'll take cover."
The line was dead. no-one was on the other side.
"Shit!" Legrand couldn't hold it's Temper, when he throwed the Phone away.

VLCC, Gibraltar

"OK, that makes an extra task. take those bombs out, whatever the means to take 'em out" Van Stenen looked around the room, where all leaders were seated. "The Grand Duke will be cancelling it's trip to Mondoth and come here. it's actually his Ship. it has also been named after him. if you could set it free, you can count on a big reward."

Van Luxemburgian Aerospace Control

"Vuhifellian Eureka 1, Go to Southwest and use Landing Strip 45. a short message has been left behind by The TCT Commander. The Deadline of getting into the ship is 2 Hours."

(OOC: But ofcourse Vuhifell.! and ehm, Peen0rtopia what are you saying?)

General Minerva spoke to the senior officer of Van Luxemburg, "How will my troops be dropped in from above? These five could actually clean the place out in a short time if needed."

http://www.gibraltarshippingshowcase.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/queenmary.jpeg
The "Koen" laying in the Harbour of Gibraltar by daylight.

The A400M stood on the Tarmac, silently. it would be transporting the Paratroopers for the "Koen". the Three Van Luxemburgian Para's already prepared their gear and stepped aboard. it was late in the evening, and they would start the operation soon. they had their JK1 Rifles ready, Special Rubber boots to make no noise on the ships decks, and rope Ladders to get the other operatives aboard.

A few kilometers further, the ZODIAC's were ready, The electrical outboards had been started and they could leave at any moment.

Under the "Koen" two divers checked the keel to make sure there were no Bombs to set off when it all started.
"Moby Dick to Killer Whale, I've got someting here."
"Killer Whale here, what is it?"
"it looks like Magnetical Mines, let's see"
The diver looked at the mine.
"Simple ones, I can pull the switch and they do nothing"
he pulled the switch and the Mine was loose from the Keel, ready to be deactivated.
"That was the only one, time to get out of here"
"roger"
The Divers quickly got out of the Dangerous zone and returned to their Ship, laying in the port of Gibraltar.

OOC: sent you a TG

IC:


"Commander Mark van Stenen, what is the current situation? What exactly do these terrorist scum want?" asked Minerva.

The five Kjatan paratroopers were ready to go, fully geared up for a little combat they were eager to fight.

OOC: Me Too!
IC:
"Well, they threaten to blow up the complete ship if Van Luxemburgian Guyana island, an Colonial Island far away from here, doesn't gets Independent. we can't do that, the Grand Duke has to do that, and two hours is way too short to establish a new government there."

OOC: OK...sent one back :D

IC:

"Heh, pathetic attempts, they never learn do they?" Minerva laughed.

The troops were ready and awaiting the commands of Commander Stenen, they were ready to drop in and cleansweep the area.

OOC: We're officially starting this action now. we will try to keep the action fast, and move through the ship very quickly in two groups. please specify in which group your troops are, 1 or 2, they will receive orders soon. assume that your troops are already on-board of the craft that will take you to the ship. Kjata, check your TG's wil you?

OOC: Done and done, we are going to need to clear by decks, otherwise we could get trapped in a pincer type attack. That is dangerous, more danergerous then clearing decks on room at a time.

IC:

Cinna muses, "Why is the ship so big, aren't big things big targets?"

Marcus slaps Cinna and yells at him, "Like your fat ass? With that kinda thinking I'd bet $50 that your gonna get a bullet in it!"

Cinna growls and pulls his gear closer to him in anger. That jerk...

OOC: Right, deck by deck, working from the main deck (deck 5 of 13), one group moving up, the other moving downwards. the chance is minimal that they meet the other group.

IC:
"C'mon! we need to leave!" the van Luxemburgian operatives began to bore themselves.
"I have an appointment with the Hairdresser in 1 hour, so make it quick!"

OOC: lol hairdresser, girl troops? <3

IC:

Marcus whistled the Kjata national anthem and the rest began to sing it. It was a beautiful tune. It was almost mystical, their voices in unison with Minerva singing in a perfect tone as the lead. Gently banging there hands on their knees to the beat.

During the song, it was a silent prayer, for the warriors to battle. They asked Kjata to watch over them. It was the same song that they recently sung together as Minerva took the lead in the military, making her the General, 5th class; the highest rank in Kjata Major.

OOC: We're leaving for the ship right now. and I DO have girls in my team, Kjata :D

IC:
The outboards silently accelerated the small boats in the complete dark. in only a few minutes they had reached the "Koen"without problems. now they had to wait until the rope-ladders were deployed.

The A400M Took off, with the roaring of its Heavy engines. after merely seconds, they had reached their drop point, and the light turned green.
"Jump! Jump!"
The operatives jumped, one after eachother.

OOC: (Minerva's teams are aminly guys, we have an all girl general...but she's weak)

IC:Marcus, Cinna, Leon, Broshi, Juhn were all ready to go and followed the Van Luxemburg operatives. They would recieve their orders and complete them. They had radios to call Van Luxemburg and Minerva. General Minerva would only join them if things got extreme.

aboard the VLS "Koen"

"Come on!" the operatives just landed on the ship's 5th deck and prepared to throw out the rope-ladders, which they did a few seconds later. the whole Counterterrorism force stormed aboard, while constantly checking the area surrounding them.

The Observer at the bridge of the "Koen" looked bored. above him was an Aircraft. nothing new, they were flying over all the time. he picked up his AK-47 and walked away. time for a cup of coffee. however, did he saw something moving there? Mwah, he was just Tired, his eyes were lying to him.
he walked out, meanwhile aiming his AK-47 at the Captain of the ship, who was sitting just outside of the bridge.

"Let's split up, Van Luxemburg this side, we'll take starboard?" asked Marcus.

The Kjatan troops were ready, Marcus having memorized the layout was going to lead them on a speed run.

"Yup!" Van Stenen already vanished. he threw a Teargas grenade through the bashed Door and stormed in. he took out the observer, who was walking down the staircase to reach the cafe, for a cup of coffee. when he had shouldered it's AK-47, he already had a bullet through him and slowly descended to the floor. a few meters further, three men walked through the hallway, with AK-74's. probably the Hallguard. two surrendered on sight of the operatives, while one was sure to fight. he wanted to get his AK-74 on his back, but was already hit by a few bullets out of different weapons.
"Hallway portside clear, moving on to Cabins on portside" Van stenen shortly radioed to other operatives on the ship.

"This way!" whispered Marcus and the four others followed.

They enterred the inside of the ship. They crossed the stairs and were inside the cabins. They were enterring 5.001-5.007 area on the map.

Checking the halls they looked carefully for any guards.

"It appears clear. Clear the rooms."

With that the team got along side the rooms and broke the door in and pointing their guns they checked the rooms. These rooms were most likely to be occupied because of their proxmity to the stairs.

The Guard hated himself. why he? Why goddamnit! he had been chosen to stand guard at room 5.023, because of its Proximity to the staircase and the balcony. when he heard stumbling outside, and an attempted shot of what seemed an Kalashnikov he decided to check what was happening. he armed it's FAMAS F1, stolen from some drunken lame Guyanan Gendarme, and checked the hallway. he couldn't hide his fear. he wanted to shout, but he couldn't, he wanted to close the door, but he couldn't.

OOC: http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a323/magicalrealmofarkan/deck5.jpg - Cleared so far.

IC: All at once the troops burst in through the doors and checked the rooms, this massive bang could be heard throughout the hallway. Marcus turned around from 5.007 and looked down the hallway. The bang had given away their positions, so it was time for cover.

"You two...fight!" whispered Marcus pointing at Cinna and Leon.


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"BASTARD! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! HELP!" yelled Leon.

Cinna was shocked and yelled back, "WHAT THE ****! You piece of shit take this!"

Then the sound of a gun discharging was heard throughout the ship.

"AHHHHH! *gurgle* B----baass--tarrr....." yelled Leon as he took the TV in the room and threw it to the floor.

Marcus smirked and let out a soft laugh, "You two are crazy!" he said as he looked down the hall, surely that would have gotten some attention.

Leon and Cinna looked around and poked their heads out of the door and saw Marcus pointing his gun around the corner.

OOC: What am I suppose to be doing?

OOC: What am I suppose to be doing?

OOC: Get your troops over here and help clear them out when Van Luxemburg gets them here. Just let him know you are ready and all.

OOC: Won't my troops be part of the group of the upper level or whatever? I dunno. Did everyone else RP getting to the ship, or just say they were on it and went from there?

Is a 12 man force PLUS however many people Big Hal is using too much?

OOC: I don't know, I'm using five with 35 for clearing the whole thing when Van Luxemburg sends those over. 5 in the airlift though.

OOC: Well i'll airlift my 12 on now, but what's going on, are we suppose to be doing something before he lets those other troops storm it or something?

OOC: Generval Minerva can help with the Kjatan forces part on briefing your guys, best to read the last pages though. OK?

OOC: I'm sending in 12 for now. There'll be another reserve unit of 12 left on the Dietzs, and they're hanging off a few nms.

IC: Hunter and his team had finished donning their Samson battle suits (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9448811&postcount=16), and had thoroughly checked and re-checked their FN SCAR rifles. They were ready for action.

"This is Hunter. Requesting permission to board the Koen and begin counter-terror ops."

"General Minerva here, we have five armed counter forces currently on deck five, starboard side. They are armed and highly trained, you will need a signal to announce your troops otherwise you will be gunned down. They don't stop, and are expected only Van Luxemburg forces on the ship. They don't have a signal for your forces however." said General Minerva over the radio.

OOC: Hal, do you want to have our troops in the same group?

IC:

Aboard Cobalt the radio message was sent out to the crisis control agency.

"Ready to ride the bull. Confirm?"

As this was being said the 12 person team in their battle suits walked into the hangar next to the jumpship the'd be taking in to the vessel.

The people with P90's all let the people with rifles get in first, so the faster units could be on the outside incase the chosen LZ was attacked.

"General Minerva here, we have five armed counter forces currently on deck five, starboard side. They are armed and highly trained, you will need a signal to announce your troops otherwise you will be gunned down. They don't stop, and are expected only Van Luxemburg forces on the ship. They don't have a signal for your forces however." said General Minerva over the radio.

"Roger that, General. Can you route our IFF signatures to your men? Transmitting signatures now... We'll board at the midsection of the top deck of the ship, starboard side. We'll work our way down from there."

OOC: Hal, do you want to have our troops in the same group?

IC:

Aboard Cobalt the radio message was sent out to the crisis control agency.

"Ready to ride the bull. Confirm?"

As this was being said the 12 person team in their battle suits walked into the hangar next to the jumpship the'd be taking in to the vessel.

The people with P90's all let the people with rifles get in first, so the faster units could be on the outside incase the chosen LZ was attacked.

OOC: Sure, why not?

IC: "Mac, Hal here. We're transmitting our IFF signatures to you now, so there's no friendly fire onboard the vessel. We're going board at the midsection of the top deck of the ship, starboard side, and work our way down from there."

OOC: Sure, why not?

IC: "Mac, Hal here. We're transmitting our IFF signatures to you now, so there's no friendly fire onboard the vessel. We're going board at the midsection of the top deck of the ship, starboard side, and work our way down from there."

"We're landing slightly rear of that, but if you allow us to set down before you we'll head forward to your position once we see your bird."

"General Minerva here, we've done it. Though we don't have signatures on our guys. They can be identified by the uniforms. We can keep radio contact, but as for exact placement our technology is not that high yet."

"Are we clear to fly our airship in now? We cannot get a completly clear look from here, but is there a force of enemys on top of the vessel?"

"Negative on the enemy force on top. you're cleared to land"
Van Stenen stormed into another room, immediately cleared the room. no-one in there. next one, this becomes automatism.
suddenly, a few doors were thrown open, and about 20 persons, armed with Kalashnikovs and AT launchers stormed out of them. they were clothed in black, with Camouflage jackets fitted over them. they seemed the top of what you could get within the terroristgroup at the "Koen".
"They probably have radiocontact with other groups, if we take those out, it should be easy!"
"You've got easy talking, you're in the back, I'm in front"
"No bullshitting, open fire!"
The operatives answered the fire opened by the terrorists.
"Those are good, probably Ex-military"
"Shouldn't know, but they know how to take cover"
"We've been seen, just throw a Flashbang at them"
"Very clever, and all hostages dead, Eh?"
"The Isolation of this ship is good, so just throw it"
The operative throwed a Flashbang, exploding next to the Terrorists, who were all blinded for a minute or what.
"Get them!"
The Operatives stormed the Terrorists and cuffed and tied them together, while throwing their weapons overboard at a balcony.

OOC: (Just a Quote from this afternoon.) We're officially starting this action now. we will try to keep the action fast, and move through the ship very quickly in two groups. please specify in which group your troops are, 1 or 2, they will receive orders soon. assume that your troops are already on-board of the craft that will take you to the ship. Kjata, check your TG's wil you?

The airship lifted off, it's 12 members inside all tense and ready to leave it by the two doors.

"Ok.... ok... 3.... 2.... 1..."

The doors opened, the women/men with P90's jumping out and keeping an eye out as the slower people with rifles filed out.

"Ok, let's settle down while we wait for big Al, but needless to say, I think we should go that way." a Marine said while walking towards the front of the ship.

OOC: I have no telegrams yet. Now you have to still respond to my last post on the ship with the 'fight'. :)

The SEALs had chosen a decidedly lower-tech method of boarding the ship: grappling hooks. Fired from a special gun with a pressurized air cartridge as ammo, the hooks were able to latch onto the railing of the top deck of the Koen, even from sea level. The SEALs attached the end of the line to their belts, and climbed their way up. Some minutes later, they had reached the top deck, approximately 50 meters aft of the McKagan team. Hunter activated his throat-mic.

"Mac, this is Hal," Hunter subvocalized. "We've boarded. You picking up our IFF sigs OK?"

"Got ya Al, we're en'route to your position."

The team began their stealthy approach, taking cover behind structures as if they were already under attack, while the P90's moved up, the rifles covered the rear and side flanks.

Hunter spotted hints of movement in the darkness from farther up the ship, and he presumed them to be the McKagan team.

"Weapons safe," he subvocalized on the team's tactical channel. "Friendlies inbound."

He whispered hoarsely at one of the approaching figures. "Mac, that you?"

"T'is me, thy angry Mac!"

The Marine jokingly moved to the Hal soldier with the two closest of his team members being the female's with P90's that really didn't know what they were doing.

"So, where are we going into this thing at?"

"T'is me, thy angry Mac!"

The Marine jokingly moved to the Hal soldier with the two closest of his team members being the female's with P90's that really didn't know what they were doing.

"So, where are we going into this thing at?"

Hunter chuckled quietly. "Captain Hunter, so you don't have to call me 'Hal' anymore. As for the infil point, I was hoping we could get ahold of the VL counter-terror team on the ship, and figure out where they need us. If we can't get ahold of them, then we'll just work our way down from here. I was thinking my team would go aft, your team goes to the bow, and we clear floors from each end, catching the tangos between us."

"Ok Hunter, we'll do that."

The lead Marine began looking for the entrance point on top of the ship.

"Ok Hunter, we'll do that."

The lead Marine began looking for the entrance point on top of the ship.

"Godspeed, son," Hunter whispered, then switched to the team's tactical channel.

"OK," he subvocalized. "We're moving aft. Weapons free. We've got Mac's IFF sigs ready to go, so take down anything that gets between us and them."

The team silently moved down the ship's deck until they reached an entrance. They moved inside, down a flight of stairs, then began searching the aft end of Deck 13 (http://www.aw-kreuzfahrten.de/pages/index.php?PHPSESSID=602a20312beda6a371ad6a492a406852&page=vessels&action=maps&id=73), their silenced FN SCARs unsafed and at the ready.

The 5 dropships of Eureka Sqaudron landed where they were directed, opening their cargo bay doors to reveal Sqaud 49 in a very rare moment where they didn't have their guns ready to fire.

EBG 99 headed over to the commander* that was to give him a mission briefing on the situation

*OOC: I'm guessing its a live messagem not a recording, correct me if I'm wrong

IC:

EBG 99: Alright commander, gimmi' the current sitrep.

OOC: Hot damn! I go to sleep, then wake up and have lunch, and when I come back I find this topic is twice as long as when I left it! Can anyone bring me up to speed? =/

OOC: Wingarde: we have invaded the ship and are busy to capture the ship. about 1/5th of the 5th deck has been captured by Kjata and Me, and McKagan and Halberdgardia have landed on the 13th deck, 12th deck is where the Bridge is located. and Kjata, forget the TG, it was a perfect copy of an earlier post by me.

IC:

The Guard now was back in the world. one of his friends!. he stormed out of the room he was in and emptied a magazine at where he suspected the Operatives were.

"Van Stenen To EBG 99, we've invaded the ship and we might need some help, could you land as fast as you could, we have cleared the fwd part of deck 5, you could land there, or with Mac and Hal at the 13th deck."
"Van Stenen to VLS "Volterra", do you have thermal imaging of the ship?"
"We have, large concentration of heat at the 2nd Deck, Volterra out"
"Okay, we'll try to reach that"
Van Stenen wanted to run downwards, to the 2nd deck, but was hold-up by a completely metal door.
"Shit! Van Luxemburg to All, the ship has its fireproof doors closed, we need to get through them. we have one Plasmacutter with us, anybody else has one?"

OOC: Oh yeah, I have come-up with a new Idea for an RP, a Spy RP. it's practiccaly this: the leader of the Terrorists escapes and several intelligence agencies, one of mine and the rest is foreign, will be following (Shadowing) him through the whole Van Luxemburg, over Highways, countryroads, water, by airplane. and so on and on. until we can catch him. what do you think? no-one has to participate.

OOC: Yeah that sounds like a good idea

IC

EBG 99: Roger that commander, our dropships will engage optical stealth and land ASAP. [to Sqaud 49] Alright people, I just want to...say a few words before this operation, back in the Vuhifellian Embassy Siege, VL troops helped us, now we're returning the favor, I would like to remind you all of what we're fighting for, the EBG was founded on the principles of helping those in situations where they could not help themselves. Now, it is the time to help those on that cruise ship, just as VL helped our people in the embassy. Alright, that is all, move out

All of Sqaud 49: YES SIR!

EBG 99: Actually, we better send in a few people at a time, 100-117, 162, 179, and I will head into the battlezone first, on deck 5, 118-138, you take Eureka 3 up to deck 13, everyone else will be put on standby.

The two Korsa Class Dropships took into the air with their EBG soldiers, towards the cruise ship, with Eureka 1 unloading the best of the EBG onto deck 5, and Eureka 3 unloading more EBG personel onto deck 13, what could go wrong?

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EBG 99: Well, time to do our jobs, say a brief hello to the VL commanding for me, will ya' 117?

EBG 117: Yes sir!

OOC: Great, Someone's interested.

IC:
Deck 13.

The sports centre. Blagh. They hated sports, and they hated fitness, they had some training in Guyana, but they hated it. the Two friends were assigned to look after the 13th deck, as the only ones defending the most likely position to land, because of it's helicopter landing pad. th rest was at the 2nd deck, guarding the passengers, were they needed most men. there were only a few men at startegical position on other decks. Damnit!.

Deck 5

Van Stenen was busy with the Plasma Cutter. they almost had it, almost, ten seconds. a part of the strong Door collapsed on the floor. through! The Team stormed the Staircase downwards.
"Another one, Almost reaching Deck 4."
"Blow it, we don't need that cutter"
at that moment, the Earplugs of Van Stenen beeped shortly.
"Van Stenen?"
"the Grand Duke here, you may demolish as much of the ship as you want, as long as it doesn't sinks"
"But ofcourse Sir!" his confirmation was unhearable by the bang of the explosives
"I said that you didn't have to blow it up"
"Yes Sir, we were only blowing a door."
One of the operatives stormed forward. no guards? strange. at that moment, he fell over something.
"Boobytraps!" He shouted as hard as he could, before the Trap exploded, taking the rest with him in a Chainreaction.
"Man Down! Man Down!"

118 had been placed in charge of the second assault team, Beirut, as Eureka 3 touched down on a helecopter pad on deck 13.

The cargo bay doors had opened and he saw two lone VL soldiers standing guard there.

EBG 118: Hey there, you two, I'm Lieutenant Colonel 118 of the Foxtechan EBG, do you two mind telling us where the action is, I'm dyin' to fire off my assault rifle

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Eureka 1 had touched down on the forward part of the ship on deck 5, Strike Team Ascent had divided into two groups of ten each, with the most elite of the EBG on the starboard side, the more casual soldiers on the port side.

EBG 117: Colonel, this is weird, I don't hear anything...

EBG 99: Yeah, for a major siege constrained to a minor area, I would have figured there to be more...sound

An explosion was heard on the deck, making everyone on Strike Team Ascent jump.

EBG 117: Jesus, what was that?!

EBG 99: Quiet!

99 was creaping up towards the part of the ship where the explosion had come from, motioning with his hand that everyone engage optical stealth.

EBG 99: Gotcha ya' lil'.... Huh?

99 had stormed an empty room...

EBG 99: What in the holy doughs?! I coulda sworn the explosion came from in here?!

Deck 13
(OOC: Your VL Soldiers are actually Terrorists)
"what? VL Soldiers? Where?"
one of the terrorists dropped it's Kalashnikov AK-103 and ran towards the open deck, jumped overboard, but hit the Lifeboats on the way down. he was already dead when he hit the water.
"YOU!" the other grabbed the second AK-103 too, and aimed them at EBG 118, and emptied two complete magazines at him. at least, he tried to.

Deck 4
"Damnit, Van Luxemburg to all, mind Boobytraps placed on regular hallways, we have a man down, move on!"

OOC: wow, guy jumps overboard when he sees 20 MOLIGNAR Armor wearing, battle hardened EBG soldiers eh?

IC:

EBG 118: Motherf--- CRACKED MY ARMOR!

It was true, 118's armor had been completely cracked in most places, and had shattered around the knee guards and the boots.

EBG 120: Oh crap, 118's pissed

EBG 118: You remember what I said about me wanting to fire off my assault rifle right?

118 aimed his assault rifle at the terrorist who had cracked and shattered his armor in so many places

EBG 118: Buh-by!

He pulled the trigger...

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EBG 110: Eeewww, god, in all my years in the EBG I've never seen something as disgusting as this [on in-helmet radio] Colonel, some soldier jumped overboard, looks VL, I dunno, his head smashed into the goddamned lifeboat and...ah god augh! Christ that's disgusting!

EBG 117: Some guy cracked his skull open! Cool! I want to see!

EBG 99: GET OFF THE FREQUENCY 117! Look 110, it's only fitting if he is a VL soldier, to just dump him at sea.....

EBG 110: Ah god, do I have to touch it, I can smell through this helmet you know, and it isn't easy getting blood off the armor!

EBG 99: Fine, leave him, 117 can use his corpse as target practice later, I'm leaving this frequency now, okay, I need to check this room

99 had switched on his infrared sensors, then his X-Ray, nothing appeared within the room.

EBG 99: Alright, c'mon, let's secure this deck before someone chucks a grenade into the room, 162, stand guard at this door, everyone else, follow me to the aft of the ship.

Strike Team Ascent was making its way to the aft of the ship, and, hopefully, to the source of that mysterious explosion.

OOC: Earlier that he saw you and that he heard about Van Luxemburgian Soldiers, they look like MT cyborgs. and just a question, anybody has read a book from Colin Forbes? because that's what the Spy RP will look like (I hope).

IC:
Deck 4
"Van Stenen here, What ya talking about, we haven't got any soldiers on the 13th deck!"

Deck 13

The Terrorist was thrown backwards by the shot. he was barely alive when he inspected the huge hole in himself before falling down. he was dead.

To: Government Of Van Luxemburg
From: Falastine High Command

We are very sorry to hear about the hijack and symphatize with the plight of the hostages. To show our dissent for such terrorist activity, The Falastine High Command will send 3 5-man teams from the SPECTRE Unit, if you give us the permission to do so.

Hakim Ibn Yasser
Foreign Affairs Minister
Falastine High Command

To: Government Of Van Luxemburg
From: Falastine High Command

We are very sorry to hear about the hijack and symphatize with the plight of the hostages. To show our dissent for such terrorist activity, The Falastine High Command will send 3 5-man teams from the SPECTRE Unit, if you give us the permission to do so.

Hakim Ibn Yasser
Foreign Affairs Minister
Falastine High Command

Bump for Van Luxemburg!

I need reaction to terrorist in 5.023!

To Falastinia

You're welcome, every help is appreciated. you need to be fast however, because we're already clearing out the Liner.

Deck 5

The Guard now was back in the real world. one of his friends!. he stormed out of the room he was in and emptied a magazine at where he suspected the Operatives were. he reloaded and fired a few shots. The AT Launcher! he grabbed the RPG-7, strapped to its back, loaded the rocket and fired.

Marcus, Cinna and Leon jumped back barely in time, Marcus's face had been grazed by a bullet.

"What the hell was that!" yelled Marcus. "Give me the drugs! I'll take this guy out. They are ex-military."

Leon handed Marcus a little bottle. He sprayed it directly into his eyes. Marcus immediately started to shake and twitch.

"Oh ya! Keep those eyes open!" he laughed.

He used the spray to have an edge, but if the mission isn't wrapped up in a few hours he's doomed when it wears off.

Marcus grabbed his gun and ran out into the hall.

OOC: It was Bloody Eye, line was also a give away from Bebop ep 1.

Deck 5

hit! time to call up reinforcements from other floors
"Deck 13 and 4, requesting reinforcements, Deck 5 out"
A short whispering from Deck 13, certainly not voices from their team.
"Deck 4 acknowledges, we'll send some"

Deck 4

Van Stenen was busy with treating the Heavily wounded operative, he had fragments of the boobytraps in his stomach, but the traps were not too heavy, luckily. he looked up when he heared a strange noise, mechanical swooshing. The next fireproof door opened, and about 5 men stormed towards the staircase, not even seeing the Operatives. they had no chance to do so, because they all found holes in themselves shortly after. they were certainly alive, so Van Stenen decided to try it.
"How Do you open these fucking Fire Doors?"
"You...l..N-u-e........ver... know...." The Terrorists tried to smile.
"What?" One of the operatives aimed his JK1a at the Terrorist.
The Terrorists eyes widened, showing fear.
"ddd--eckkh f-five, cc-aretaker..." his eyes widened even further, showing more pain than fear. his bleeding stopped, he had died.
"Kjata, Van Stenen here, we've got a caretakersroom on the 5th deck, you should be bale to open the fireproof doors from there. it's down the hallway on portside, on your left. VL out."

OOC: did you read about my plans for the next RP? do you like them?

"Okay boys, couple of assholes are hijacking a Van Luxemburgian ship. Any volunteers?" Everybody put up their hands.

Colonel Umar sighed. This was always the problem, everybody wanted to volunteer for any mission, and the ones that did not get to go became very upset and miserable.

*briefing*

"So we enter from here by helo instertion.....clear out these entire 2 decks. Speed is the key, all terrorists must be killed." instructed the Colonel.

"We're doing a simple hostage rescue mission boys, so standard CQB gear. Second Chance vests, mustard BDUs. No subs, only rifles as the enemy may be equipped with body armour. There should be quick killing, so fast target acqusition must be there, I want all rifles to be equipped with Trijicons.No door-breaching charges, only lockpicks, so as not to alert the enemy."

This was accompanied by loud jeering. SPECTRE boys liked using door-breaching charges, they were their favourite toys. The Colonel waited for everybody to be quiet.

"May God bless you. Give 'em hell, boys."

The men filled the armoury, selecting their weapon of choice. The men seemed like kids in a toy store. Some picked the M-16, but most selected the Alamo rifle, for its accuracy and compactness.

*later*

The Blackhawk was approcahing the ship. 002, we have the objective in sight. Awaiting deployment, over."

Sgt. Ali muttered a small prayer to God and wiped the safety off his Alamo, the loud click sounding like a death sentence to him. This was going to be a hell of a fight.

OOC: Where...btw....5.023 still. :)

IC:

Marcus bolted out of the room and ran towards 5.023 where the terrorist had fired from. His gun was drawn and he was ready.

*CLICK*

Lock picked, the door was opened and the team entered the deck, and took positions behind a bar counter. The terrorists were in sight, one poiting a gun at a hostage.

"Foxtrot 9, this is Alpha. suspects are armed with automatic weapons and are wearing tact--"

A couple of shots cut Mulyadi off.

"Goddamn they're killing hostages!!!" Mulyadi's shrill, panicked voice sounded over the radio.

Hiding behind a counter, Ali aimed his Alamo at the person who had just shot a hostage.

"On my signal guys."

Ali squeezed his trigger, and the Alamo roared. The poor guy stiffened, and dropped to the ground.

Then, everything happened quickly. A flashbang grenade, courtesy of Mulyadi, exploded, and the SPECTRE teams moved quickly. They shot anybody they saw holding a Kalashnikov, bullets flying and bodies tumbling.

Meanwhile, Ali was having trouble with a terrorist who was firing and then smart enough to take cover.

Ali licked his dry lips and waited for the guy to rear his ugly head. "Come on, come on."

The man peeked around his corner so scan his surroundings. That was enough for Ali. His trigger finger moved on instinct. The man jerked back and slammed into a wall and slid down, leaving a trail of blood on it.

Ali smiled. "Gotcha."

OOC: these plans: Oh yeah, I have come-up with a new Idea for an RP, a Spy RP. it's practiccaly this: the leader of the Terrorists escapes and several intelligence agencies, one of mine and the rest is foreign, will be following (Shadowing) him through the whole Van Luxemburg, over Highways, countryroads, water, by airplane. and so on and on. until we can catch him. what do you think? no-one has to participate.

IC: Room 5.023

Where were they? I should go looking for them, but first my RPG.
The Guard armed its RPG-7 and fired down the hall again, before storming the staircase to reach Deck 4.

Deck 4, room 4.066.

The Terrorist aimed his Strela while he wa son the balcony. he wouldn't let more of those capitalists land. he saw the Blackhawk coming. when he heard the tone, he fired. the Strela AA rocket shot out of the tube it was in, and its engine propelled the rocket towards the Helicopter, a Falastinian one...

"What was that?" one of the operatives looked up. "what?" The operative stormed into a room marked 4.066 and checked the room. nobody. must be nothing he thought, just when he saw the balconydoor opening and an AK-74 entered the room...
"Tango!"
He fired a single .50 BMG round at the door, which partly broke by the force from the bullet. a single shout, and a few shots out of the weapon, which descended to floor level.
"Tango down"

*CLICK*

Lock picked, the door was opened and the team entered the deck, and took positions behind a bar counter. The terrorists were in sight, one poiting a gun at a hostage.

"Foxtrot 9, this is Alpha. suspects are armed with automatic weapons and are wearing tact--"

A couple of shots cut Mulyadi off.

"Goddamn they're killing hostages!!!" Mulyadi's shrill, panicked voice sounded over the radio.

Hiding behind a counter, Ali aimed his Alamo at the person who had just shot a hostage.

"On my signal guys."

Ali squeezed his trigger, and the Alamo roared. The poor guy stiffened, and dropped to the ground.

Then, everything happened quickly. A flashbang grenade, courtesy of Mulyadi, exploded, and the SPECTRE teams moved quickly. They shot anybody they saw holding a Kalashnikov, bullets flying and bodies tumbling.

Meanwhile, Ali was having trouble with a terrorist who was firing and then smart enough to take cover.

Ali licked his dry lips and waited for the guy to rear his ugly head. "Come on, come on."

The man peeked around his corner so scan his surroundings. That was enough for Ali. His trigger finger moved on instinct. The man jerked back and slammed into a wall and slid down, leaving a trail of blood on it.

Ali smiled. "Gotcha."

OOC: just a few points:
1. you said you killed a terrorist, which killed a hostage. I have to say when a terrorist is killed, or what he is doing. I control them.
2. the only possible landing location for a helicopter is Deck 13 a deck where the only bar within reach now is located, there were only 2 guards were stationed, which are both killed by the Vuhifellian states. the fwd. on Deck 5 is an option for roping down, but there's no Bar in the area.
But you're a great RP'er! that's for sure!

OOC: I'll count this as having happened, cause 1. its suicide to use an RPG launcher when the guy is five feet from you and 2. this happens first. :)


IC:As soon as the terrorist pointed his RPG launcher out of the door, Marcus shot at it to throw off the aim before firing and then hid between the soft shoulder of the door next to 5.023 to avoid the resulting fragments as it exploded by the stairs, having been bounced off the side of the wall at close range.

Marcus couldn't target him yet, but he was right next to him before he could run.

OOC: 1. they aren't THAT smart :D 2. but did you like my plan?

IC:
He could barely launch the RPG, the wrong way. the RPG had hit the door of room 5.023 and exploded. the enormous explosion killed him, and set the Room ablaze.

just a nice sight of the "Koen":
https://www.axisholidays.com/images/Cruises/Ships/5Big.jpg

Marcus looked at the flames and the body.

"Hmmm, what's this? Are the really ex-military?" he thought out loud.

The rest of the men looked out from the room and saw Marcus, panting slightly.

"What a rush! Let's move out guys!" he motioned with his hand to proceed down the hall to the mid-section of the ship. By room 5.089.

Caretakers office, deck 5

"What was that?" The 14.5mm MG was set up in the hallway, neer room 5.265. they couldn't see what was happening, because of the sheer size of the whole hallway.
"I'll take a look"
one of three walked away, arming his AKSU to secure the hall again. about 50 metres further, he could see the operatives.
"Hey You there! back to Deck 2!" he shouted at the group of operatives.

Marcus growled and ran towards the gun emplacement while the rest of his comrades hid behind the wall.

Cinna shouted down the hall, "Their's a problem on the ship! Haven't you heard the gunfire!"

Leon looked out and said weakly, "Caretaker...wait!"

Marcus was running down the hall, his gun pointed at the guard, firing three shots as he ran. Carefully watching the gun position so he wouldn't get shot as likely.

The guard controlling the Gun emplacement looked up. confused about what to say.
"What?"
he saw the Operative running and returned to reality
A distraction, how mean!
He armed the 14.5mm and fired a few bursts at the operative
Let's see if he lives now he had this.

"This is 009, we are Code 4. All clear. Good job guys."

A loud hiss sounded from below. "What the f__k was that?" Ben exclaimed, and rushed to the window, seeing a Blackhawk helicopter in a violent evasive maneuver, trying to evade a missile.

"Hey ain't that one of our fellas?" asked Ali, noticing the distinct desert tan colour of the Falastine military. The helicopter finally, switched on its electronic jamming suite and released several flares to fool the missile. The missile followed the flares, plummeting into the dark waters.

"Thank you, Famind!!!!" the men cheered, referring to the local defence industry.

"Now, how about we find the asshole that fired the missile?" Ben suggested.

Marcus eyes were bloodshot red, he saw the bullets incoming, but their skill was too great! The corridor was small and he couldn't get far, so he thrusted his body into the nearest door and burst in through the nearest room. The room was 5.125, still considerably far from the gun emplacement.

"BASTARD!" Marcus yelled and he felt his shoulder feel warm. It was blood. He had been hit just outside of his body armor, which would have been able to take the shot from this range.

Marcus held his arm and ripped part of his uniform of to wrap around his wound. The bullet was stuck inside of his arm, so he had to reach in and grab it, then slowly pull it out.

He felt so much pain that he screamed so loud it echoed down the halls, as if the ship was a cave. His cries of pain soon fell silent as he bit down on his lip to silence it. Leaving deep marks and drawing some blood.

Marcus wasn't thinking properly because of the effects of the Bloody Eye. His movements were precise, but now he would be unable to fight properly.
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"They got Marcus!" cried Cinna.

Leon sighed, "We don't have any of the weapons they do. How can we get close enough to use grenades or actually strike it?"

Juhn tapped the two on the soldier and nodded.

"Go for it." they whisphered

Juhn quietly walked against the left side of the wall onto the right side of the ship. Infront of him was 5.094 and 5.096. He peeked around the corners to spot any enemy movements. He was the most stealthy member of the team, but prone to taunting. He would need the clothes of an operative if he wanted to take out that gun though.

Deck 5
The guard had finally gone crazy, he controlled the 14.5mm like it was a toy, wasting munitions, just firing into nothing. he thought he saw something moving on his left. or not? he just emptied a munitionbelt at it. he now had to reload, in which he was very vulnerable. ah, who cares.

The plan had been changed considerably because of the coordination with the allied times also aiding the Van Luxemburgian military. The WT-19 Skymaster soared above the Koen, above the night clouds. Meanwhile, the special operatives inside the transport aircraft were getting ready for the jump. Major Brentsen addressed his men once they were ready.

"Alright, people, listen up! Keep engagements to a minimum, we don't need any hostage casualties. Don't forget your silencers." Fritz stated loudly and waved at the loadmaster to lower the aircraft's loading ramp to allow the paradrop.

The large metal ramp whirred as it lowered to paradrop level, cold wind flooded the inner hold as the Skymaster slowed down reducing engine power and applying the flaps. Alpha and Bravo, 12 men each, formed a line each before the ramp. A few seconds passed, and the green light flashed to life, and the soldiers jumped off one by one.

The drop itself was quite uneventful. Each team kept in formation even in the air, as they approached their target decks. The black rectangled parachutes camouflaged against the dark background of the night, and slowly came to their indicated destinations. Alpha Team softly landed by the fairways of Deck 12, whereas Bravo Team's men touched down on Deck 8's pool terrace. Surprisingly, there were no hostiles in sight. It seemed they were all entrenched inside the superstructure.

Alpha cautiously moved prow-wise, towards the rooms before the bridge. The deserted deck gave Brentsen goosebumps; the terrorists could pop up at any moment. Tension was in the air as the men deployed by the first four rooms, 12056, 12054, 12079 and 12081 (3 men by each door). Once everyone was ready, the Major gave the order to storm each room simultaneously.

Meanwhile, Bravo's men mobilized on the pool terrace of Deck 8. One of the restaurants, Todd English, was but a few meters away. The operatives positioned themselves on both of its entrances, and then proceeded to check whether there were people in there or not, using heartbeat sensors. It was too dangerous to barge into a large room without knowing who could fire back at the WSF team.

"Hey. He's out of ammo!" called Cinna after the blasting had stopped.

"How do you know?" asked Leon.

"We need to get Marcus, trust me!" he yelled.
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A second later the three of them ran out into the hall and fired skillfully at the guard and the gun.

Broshi wasn't likely to hit it.
Leon was the least likely to hit anything with his horrible aim.
Cinna was the best shot in the squad, he was a built like a tank and knew how to shoot.

Though they emptied the entire clips of the M-16's and then hid on the opposite side of the wall. Then they waited and reloaded another clip in. Letting the empty clips fall to the floor.

Deck 8
The people at the Todd English restaurant were afraid, very afraid. they were the hostages of two Terrorists surrounding them. there used to be ten, but they had vanished when they heard the gunfire.

OOC: Don't get my guys! o.o!

Deck 5
the Guard had finally reloaded the MG, when he was hit by several bullets, spraying blood all over him. he just had the time to pull the trigger, before he fell over his MG, which kept firing under the force of the finger which was like glued to the trigger.

The hail of bullets hit the walls and freaked out Cinna and Juhn who was on the opposite side. The hail of fire wasn't a problem, but it was ruining their chances of surprise in the future.

When the gun fell silent they waited a minute before peeking around the corner, it was a close call.

"There's a large amount of civilians inside, and at least two hostiles, equipped with automatic weapons, sir!" Young corporal Stanton reported to Lt. Rickenbacker, Bravo Team's CO.

"Alright, people! Let's go, go, go!" The lieutenant shouted over the comms, and the commandos swarmed the room from both of its entrances. The terrorists clearly stood out from the civilian crowd, grouped on the center of the restaurant. The Wingardian soldiers didn't hesitate to open fire at the surprised hostiles.


OOC: VL, remember that I also have Alpha Team on Deck 12. Check the paragraph before the one about Todd English.

OOC: I know, but the Guard on deck 12 has been shot at deck 5, while he was going to get a cup of coffee on deck 2. the captain and other Bridge crew are only roped to eachother, no guard is with them.

IC:
Deck 8
The two Guards were hit, and collapsed. the people however, were unsure if they had to be happy or to be afraid. some ran towards the Wingardians to hit them, others were so happy they tried to kiss them. it was one big chaos.

Bravo Team successfully neutralized the terrorists, but the civilians dashed towards the operatives with mixed reactions.

"We're not the terrorists, people, we are part of the Wingardian Special Forces. Please be quiet!" Lt. Rickenbacker tried to talk the mob into understanding while his men pushed them back, trying not to hurt them in the process.

Meanwhile, Alpha regrouped into two smaller, 6-men squads and proceeded carefully towards the ship's bridge, one squad through each corridor. VLCC reported opposition on Deck 12 was minimal, but nothing's completely certain.

OOC: Okay, now it's time to make it official. the next RP I will be hosting will be the continue of this thread. the Terroristleader, Jacques Legrand has escaped from the "Koen" and is In Van Luxemburg. he will not even think of going back to Van Luxemburgian Guyana island, because the routes are well-checked and they're looking for him. however, the VLIA (Van Luxemburg Intelligence Agency) will be following him silently. other foreign intelligence will be "Shadowing" him too, until we can catch him ( or: until the RP gets boring). I will be RPíng the actions of VLIA and Van Luxemburgian government, but I need someone who will RP the terrorist leader. we will travel through the whole of Van Luxemburg, which is actually an exact copy of Europe, to follow him. I am aiming to let it look like something Colin Forbes has written. read my factbook for information about van Luxemburg.

Deck 12
The Captain had almost broke the rope, just a few more minutes.
Yes, free! the bridge crew, who were tied together with the Captain became free men again. they just stood there, doing nothing, wondering what do do.

Alpha Team eventually arrived to the bridge, finding it clear of opposition. The captain and the other officers were quickly untied. The terrorist oppression was nearly over. Maj. Brentsen reached for his comm unit and reported to the VLCC.

"VLCC, this is WSF Alpha Team, we've secured the bridge and freed the crewmen restrained there. Bravo Team is currently clearing Deck 8. What's the situation of the other teams?" Fritz stated and inquired through the channel as the bridge crew got to their stations.

"this is VLCC, Van Luxemburg is clearing deck 4, almost clear. Kjata is clearing Deck 5, clear, The Vuhifellian States, Halberdgardia and McKagan are clearing Deck 13, clear. Bravo team on Deck 8, reported clear.
list of cleared decks:
Deck 13, 12, 8, 5, 4. 5 out of 13. VLCC out."

OOC: do you like my plans for the next RP?, (and I will keep on asking until everyone knows about it!)

OOC: Yup! Expect my secret service to send an agent or two. ;)

OOC: great!, now we only need someone to RP the Terrorist leader, as I have found out that it works rather tricky to let two sides fight eachother when you RP 'em both. but ofcourse everyone is still welcome.

OOC: Cool

The team regrouped inside the room with the injured Marcus.

Marcus radioed a message to Minerva, "We need....to get this done. Get VL to send the rest over, starboard clear."

Unloading of other operatives

The ladders had been deployed and one boat after the other arrived to drop off their operatives. they climbed the ladder while being shouted at by the Craft's crew, who wanted to get out as fast as possible.

"VLCC to Kjata Major, your deck is clear, please move on to another deck. Van Luxemburgian operatives have cleared out Deck 4 and are moving on to Deck 3. could you please move-on to Deck 6? expect minimal resistance. we expect that the main forces will be located on Deck 2. VLCC out."
(OOC: I'll be RPíng the escape of Legrand too)

Deck 2

"I have to get to the bathroom." Legrand mentioned to the second in charge.
"No prob, I'll command the rest"
Legrand walked seemingly calm to the bathrooms, but when he got there, he became panicked. I have to get out of here! soon! They'll arrest me, or shoot me if I surrender
he saw a window. not a porthole, but a window. he could look through it, because the window was opened. he stood on one of the sinks to get through it, when he was called up.
"Sir, we've got no contact left with level 3, the operatives might have reached that level"
"Roger, take up defensive positions around the hostages."
Legrand jumped on the sink again and jumped through the window. it didn't look high, but it was. he came down about 4 meters lower. the water was cold, unusually cold for the time of the year, mid-summer. a Zodiac cam closer to him, which could mean he was about to be discovered. he dived underwater, and quickly moved on to come ashore.

The Crew had seen it. someone had jumped from a window on deck 2 and dived when he saw the Zodiac.
"Zodiac 45 to VLCC, we have somebody jumping through a window, he is swimming to the shore now."
"roger, we'll keep an eye on him"

Legrand came ashore at the Cruiseliner pier, Ironiccally enough. he ran towards a vehicle parked there. it was an old Seat Toledo, but it fullfilled the task he needed, escaping. he quickly broke the window. no alarm. he opened the car from the inside and got in. no keys he had done this earlier. shortwiring was no problem, and the car started. Legrand had already put his foot on the pedals, clutched and put the car in 1st gear. he could drive off now. he granted the "Koen" a short look, and drove away, very calm and slowly.
http://img.2dehands.nl/f/ad/10087263.jpg
The Seat Toledo of Legrand.

"All clear down here, sir." Rickenbacker reported to the Major from Deck 8. That part of the ship was now clear from the terrorist hijackers.

"Roger that, lieutenant. I'll contact VLCC for further orders." Brentsen acknowledged and switched frequencies to that of the Van Luxemburgian Crisis Control. "VLCC, this is Major Brentsen. Where do you need us now?"

"VLCC here, Wingarde troops, please move down one Deck, Deck 7. Kjata Major will probably take deck 6, VLCC out."

Meanwhile, the Van Luxemburgian operatives had reached the 3rd deck, one deck above the main terrorist force. they could storm through, after the opening of the firedoors. they took out one guard, standing at the 3rd deck quietly, smoking his Cigarette. they quickly cleared two restaurants by bashing the double doors. nobody. "where are those Tangos? haven't seen any of them"
"we probably took out about 50, so there's 250 left on other decks, probably deck 2"
"that's gonna be a Battlefield then"
Deck 3 was a quickie, because there were not many rooms, only open restaurants and some shops. about ten other Terrorists were engaged in shops and enclosed restaurants. some shortly fired a burst, but were took out fairly quickly.
"This is VLCC to Countertango1, status?"
"One heavily wounded, Rest's ready. we're moving back up, to aid Kjata at Deck 6, we'll leave Deck 2, we'll attack it in full force."
When saying this, the operatives already ran up, to Deck 6.

"VL come in...this is Marcus, we need the rest of the Kjatan forces here. This place is creeping me out. I can't fight much anymore, I've been wounded. Sent the forces ASAP." said Marcus over the radio.

The group followed alone the edges of deck 5 and up to deck 6. They camped out at the base of the stairs, they need reinforcements and they needed them bad.

"VLCC To Marcus, we're unloading them now, they can arrive at any minute. do you need a Medevac?"

The Van Luxemburgian Operatives stormed the Staircase from 4th to 5th deck, when they heard the Kjatan Forces needed help. he had left a small detachement behind at the 3rd deck, aswell as on the 4th and 5th.
he arrived shortly after at the staircase where the Kjatans were.
"I thought you might need some help."

The 6th deck was crawling with terrorists. about 100 had took positions, after they had fled from their own decks. they had blocked the staircases with Chairs and put up MG emplacements. they had took rooms and set up MGs behind the doors, so they could open fire when the doors were opened. some even had some old russian grenades, and prepared to throw them.

"Roger that, VLCC. Over and out." Brentsen acknowledged, put his radio away and addressed his men. "Alright, we're going down a few decks. I've been informed that a large amount of terrorists is entrenched on the lower decks, near Bravo's position. Let's move!" Fritz briefed as he checked the decks visible from the bridge. Nothing.

"Lieutenant Rickenbacker, proceed to Deck 7 at once. I've reports the main terrorist force's providing heavy resistance near your position. Over." The major ordered over the comms channel and signalled his team to follow him to the lower decks, and onto Deck 7 to regroup with Bravo.

Deck 7

The Terrorists had been placed on full alert, readying themselves for a harsh battle from above. 20 men were defending the 7th deck, and had dug in themselves in the same way the men on the 6th deck did.

The WSF teams successfully regrouped on Deck 8, and proceeded down to Deck 7. The 24-men unit carefully treaded down the stairs, only to be welcomed by blazing AKs from both sides. One operative's gunned down by the terrorist's fire, and rolls down the steps and onto the carpet while his teammates quickly take cover.

"Man down, take cover!" Brentsen shouts out as the poor corporal is pierced several times. Anger grows inside of his as he witnesses the first casualty. It was invariably going to happen sooner or later. He hastily reached for his flashbang grenade on his belt. "Ready flashbangs and use them against the opposition!" Fritz barked out and, seconds later, two of them rolled towards the sides of the stairs and the pockets of terrorists.

"Move, move, move!" The major shouted scarce moments after the flashbangs detonated in front of the enemies.

Deck 7

the Terrorists didn't knew where they were, or what the hell they were doing.
Their Ears sounded like someone had whistled next to them, and their eyes where nothing more than Blurry places. immediately thereafter, 11 men were pierced by Wingardian Bullets. 9 others had hid themselves behind doors with their MG's and now opened the doors, set their sights at the Wingardian operatives and fired complete ammunitionbelts at them.

OOC: I'm sorry. I improvised from the fact that they were heavily entrenched. Should I remove my earlier casualty then?

EBG 118: Unfortunately guys, my usefullness to this point has ceased, with my MOLIGNAR Armor cracked and shattered like this, I'm vulnerable to enemy fire, and non of the systems will work correctly, 120, I'm placing you in charge, I'm going back to the LZ to try and get a spare suit of armor.

EBG 120: Roger that sir!

Eureka 3 took off, leaving Assault Team Beirut to creap their way through deck 13, slowly

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Assault Team Ascent knew they were close, they could hear gunfire, and the smell of cordite was everywhere, this was the place.

Both groups of the assault team converged on a stairwell leading to Deck 4

EBG 99: 179, engage optical stealth and scout the area below, don't use your sniper here, use your pistol, you don't know what's on the other side of the enemy when you shoot.

EBG 179: Yes sir!

179 was making her way down the stairwell when she heard multiple gunshots, above or below, they were creepy, the EBG was used to situations where they could always see the enemy, or at least know where their enemy was.

EBG 179: Sir, Deck 4 stairwell entrance looks clear.

EBG 99: Alright I will lead 116, 117, 162, and 179 through deck 4, 100-105, secure deck 3, 106-110, secure deck 2, 111-115, secure remainder of deck 5. Lets move out people!

"General Minerva, can I please get a evac?" Marcus asked into the radio.

"Sure thing, you've done your job." she replied over the radio.

Marcus smiled and looked up at Juhn. Juhn nodded and picked Marcus up and put him on his back, like a large backpack.

"Thanks buddy....arhh, damn shoulder." grunted Marcus. He was still bleeding pretty badly.

"Juhn not worried, Marcus not worried, all fine." he said in a deep voice.

Marcus picked up the radio again and talked into it softer, "We need a G-S-T-R-S here. It's impossible to get us out without it. We're trapped most likely. These guys are ex-military at least."
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General Minerva sighed and nodded, "Okay, I'll clear it with VL. We're going to move to you. I'll be their to personally care for your wounds."

Marcus nearly fell off Juhn's back in surprise, he went completely red. "General Minerva, I-I-I-I'm honored!"

On the otherside of the radio General Minerva let out a soft girlish laugh. It kinda surprised the rest of the troops. Making them look over at her with a little suspicious glare about what was going to happen. A sharp glare from her eyes paralyzed them all in fear, she was no lady to them; she was the dragon.

"My dear Marcus, you know you should never think things like that about your superiors. Though I am glad my troops are all so loyal, we'll celebrate after this operation is complete."

All of the Kjatan troops loud out a loud cheer and some fired their guns into the air. This was a rare occurence, the General was going to have a celebration for the completion of what was essentially a training mission!
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A few minutes later, the General having changed frequencies contacted VL with a proposition.

She sternly said, "What kind of damage is acceptable for the ship? I can have a gunship here in two hours that will clear out an entire deck for you or we can go to plan B, and send in the Dragonflies. These terrorists will shit themselves when they see the helicopters flying through the ship."

OOC: To Wingarde: Well, there were some behind the doors of rooms, but other had just hidden behind opened doors.
To The Vuhifell.:
Don't worry about Decks 3,4 and 5, they've been cleared, minor resistance. the main resistance is on Decks 2 and 6.

IC:
"VLCC Here, what do you actually mean with "Through the ship"? The Grand Duke will pay for ny damage done to the hsip, as long as it doesn't sink, os thta clear?"

EBG 117: All clear, everyone else?

EBG 100: Deck 3 is clear!

EBG 111: Deck 5 is clear!

EBG 117: 106, how is your team going?

EBG 106: *Gunfire in background* We're pinned down, they got us with HV bullets, shattered our armor in some places, but I think they ran out, they're usin' regular bullets now! *sound of wood and cement cracking*

EBG 117: Well, now we know where the action is, 118 can you hear me, 118?

EBG 120: This is EBG 120, I've been placed in charge of 118's departure, we're currently securing the landing pad on deck 13 so Eureka 5 can drop off Assault Team Crucial.

EBG 117: Alright, continue. Ascent will head down to deck 2 and engage hostiles.

EBG 120: Roger that 117, 120 out!

The 15 members of Sqaud 49 raised their weapons instinctively, and made their way down the stairwell, they could hear the battle raging between 106's group and the terrorists from hear.

99 motioned everyone to turn on optical stealth, put away their battle rifles, yank their pistols, and silence them. They all did so dutifully.

EBG 117: Let me handle this.

117 led the team through door after door, kicking down as many of them as he could, when he finally reached the placed where 106's group was engaing the enemies, 117 and the rest of the team disengaged optical stealth (OOC: battery life reasons) and began firing at the terrorists.

Deck 2

"where did that come from?"
one of the terrorists spinned and collapsed before the answer had been given. When the Vuhifellian EBG's appeared, The terrorists thought they were ghosts.
"Since when do ghosts fire bullets then?"
"I don't know, but they do!"
"Try an 12.7mm MG and our RPG-7 to fire at them!"
immediately after, an Heavy MG, .50 began spitting bullets at the Vuhifellians. one of the terrorists ran towards a door of the Mayfair shop and took up position to fire his RPG 7. a large flameball cam out of the rear-end of the RPG-7, while out of the front, the world-Famous rocket engaged his engines to reach its target.

A large fireball enveloped the EBG and terrorist forces, though they were hit directly by an RPG, the MOLIGNAR Armor saved their lives.

EBG 117: *With head covered in pasty semi-solid MOLIGNAR goo* Augh, what, in the HELL!

MOLIGNAR Armor was designed to withstand several ballistics rounds, extreme heat, and a maximum of one huge explosion.

EBG 99: God dammit, you have to be kidding me, I just got that suit polished! And what's this, oh d'e freakin' joy! the armor melted to my head!

179 and 162 had remained behind at the stairwell to secure the rear, as soon as they heard the explosion they ran towards where their sqaudmates were.

EBG 117: you two are lucky you weren't here, I doubt even MOLIGNAR Armor could protect a baseline human against a blast like that!

EBG 179: How come 106 and the other's aren't dead? Their armor was shattered right?

EBG 106: Take a good look, I may not be dead, but that blast blew off half my leg...augh, good thing this things already made of steel, Jesus, ah christ, will someone get me off the floor, I think I'm leaning on the barrel of someone's gun!

EBG 179: This is EBG 179 to Eureka 1, do you copy?

Eureka 1: I hear ya' 179, what is it?

EBG 179: Everyone but me and 162 got their MOLIGNAR suits blown off, even 117 looks like hell, 162 will escort them all back to you and 117 will grab the extra suit you have in the weapons lockers.

Eureka 1: Roger that 179, prepping engines for take off now!

EBG 179: Well, me and 117 will continue on from here, 162 will escort you guys back to the dropship, but don't get shot, without the armor your human organs are completely exposed.

EBG 99: Don't worry 179 you do remember that I saved the supposed best of the EBG, 117, more than once don't you.

Though severly injured, the team still had enough strengh to chuckle and scorn.

EBG 117: Just, get me my armor, and I'll get revenge on these guys in no time at all!

"Kjata Major has little helicopters with a two foot wingspan, they can travel through the decks with grenades and a full clip of ammo and attack terrorists. Or we can bring the helicopter in and use the gatling guns on it to cut everything down inside the decks. The little helicopters are the coolest though." said General Minerva. "Which do you want, we can get ten helicopters here in the same time it takes one gunship to get here."

"VLCC here, you've got the go-code on the little helicopters, please go
ahead."

"It will take three hours to get them here. Is that okay?" asked General Minerva.

"no problem for us, we'll send our operatives to deck 2, to help Vuhifellian troops"

"OK. I'll call them in." Said General Minerva.

----Twenty Minutes later----

"We have liftoff, C-130 ready to ascend and fly to VL. Jet stream is with us today, we'll expect to make it to VL airspace thirty minutes ahead of schedule." said the pilot over the radio.
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The soldiers moved up to deck 6 stairs where the injured Marcus was. They found him covered in blood and called for an airlift to get him off. "General Minerva here, VL have you got an extra helicopter to get Marcus off? His wounds are pretty bad."

"VLCC here, You're lucky. we've got one NH-90 NFH ready aboard the VLS "Volterra", we will have to winch him up from deck 5, ETA is 5 minutes."

VLS "Volterra"

"Roger, LifeSaver one ready, blades spinning, pre-flight check completed, ready to go"
The NH-90 slowly lifted off of the Aft. deck of the Cruiser and headed for the VLS "Koen".

Five minutes later

The NH-90 slowly decelerated and let a rope down, with on the end a stretcher. when the Stretcher hit the Fifth deck, the operator radiod Gen. Minerva.
"NH-90 LifeSaver One here, we've got your bed ready, out."

The Kjatan troops loaded the injured Marcus on board and helped him get tied in.

"OK! Lift!" called General Minerva.

They had to secure the area again and then plan the attack which would take considerable time. Though the main concern was Marcus who was injured.

The NH-90 slowly lifted from the ship, taking the stretcher with her. the winch was slowly took back in and after about a minute, the Stretcher was in the Helicopter.
"This is Van Luxemburgian Marine Nationale to Gibraltar Royal hospital, we've got a victim, Heavily wounded, bullet wounds, was aboard the "Koen" As Counterterrorism operative"
"Roger, ETA?"
"ETA is 4 minutes."
the NH-90 used it's Tailrotor and turned away from the Liner, heading for the lights of the city, to deliver Marcus to the Royal Gibraltar Hospital.
"Don't worry about him, Gen. Minerva, The Healthcare in van Luxemburg is one of the best in The world."

As the concerned world observed the unfolding events with horror, Commissar van Heugen was ordered to assume control of the 17th ranger division, and elite special operation unit consisting of little over 50 men. Arranged into 9 fire teams of 5 men, led by a five man command unit, th 17th procured rapid deployment transports and departed towards the unfortunate vessel.

OOC: Your gonna need clearence, else you can be shot down. ^_^

The teams waited it would still be another hour before the plane lands, then they would have to transport the cargo over and set it up before they could use the helicopters.

OOC: hope he does, I have some terrorists left with Strela's, or should Legrand take a Strela with him? :D )

The NH-90 slowly descended from the cold heights to the Royal Gibraltar Hospital. when it landed on the helideck, a Team of Doctors already had another stretcher readied when Marcus landed. he was quickly unloaded and took inside, to a readied Surgery room.

Whilst van Heugen and his would be protagonists awaited departure at the Cimbue palacial enclosure, Lord High Imperator Yriel sent a desperate and hastily typed communique to the administration of van Luxemburg to facilitate the insertion of van Heugen into the affair.

Marcus was severely bleeding through his bandages, his uniform was stained in blood and he was profusely sweating. His condition was slowly worsening.

To: The High Imperator Yriel.
From: VLCC

We appreciate your help, and we will find a way to employ them. you're welcome!

Royal Gibraltar Hospital

"We need a blood transfusion! here are his specs"
The doctor handed a bloody paper to a nurse, which ran away to the airlock, to ensure no bacterial threats would emerge.
"give me the scissors"
"Scalpel"
"Drain"
"miniature vacuum"
this had gone on for a few hours, and Marcus was saved after those hours. he was driven away to the Intensive care and had to stay there for a week, before he could go home. The Doctor told him he might just want to step away from his job, and do something that was more calming.

Marcus coughed and laughed, "Heh. I am a soldier, I'll be fine in three. It was only a flesh wound."

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The plane had landed and they requested that a truck bring the boxes of cargo to the shore to set up the gear and use the helicopters. The time was almost right for the attack on the ship. These speedy helicopters were expensive, but hard as hell to hit.

"yeah, but you're wounds are worse, deep flesh wounds, penetration of several Vital organs, I'm not crazy. you might want to step down. returning to your job might just kill you."

"VLCC Here, we Aknowledge, we've send the truck already."

a few minutes later, an Heavy DAF TROPCO 8x8 trucks stopped at the airfield
"Gibraltar Beaches, with sight on the "Koen" please get in!" the Driver said, with a smile going from one ear to another.

The reply arrived at the government palace in Cjevaros, and immediatly the insertion code, DH530L, was relayed to van Heugen, who accordingly boarded the Dolorous class MkIII insertion helicopter along with the 17th ranger corps. The fully armoured and amed rangers gave no indication of anxiety or anticipation as they waited in the agilehelicopter, only the resolute, cold assuration of the elite. Van Heugen was satisfied with such a response, if not overtly shocked. The 17th were renowned for their resolute, calculating demeanour, and the veteran commisaar had fought alongside captain Borgetti enough to appreciate the operational efficiency this facilitated.

As the hijacked ship came into view in the electronic cockpit moniter, the pilot immediatly initiated the silencersupon the helicopters engines, and alerted both the armaments officer and van Heugen to the proximity of the ship. Th communications officer concurrently opened a secure channel radio to General Minerva on va Heugen's behalf, and alerted her to their presence " Generla Minerva, this is Commisaar van Heugen, requesting immediate immediate rendezvous to co-ordinate strategy, over"

"Too low for the neck, too high for the heart, my arm isn't that vital to me. Just I can't use Mr. Blasty to kill for awhile." Marcus replied.
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On the beaches the soldiers set up the equipment and began to perform checks on the helicopters to see if they could work in the environment, sure enough this would take upwards of twenty minutes before they would fly. The helicopters need fuel, weapons and directions. The camera on the front of the little helicopter would make this mission like playing a video game. This setup might interest some the VL troops, but they hoped they'd butt out during the mission because one 'game' costs $200,000.

"it's your choice after all, no problem."

One of the van Luxemburgian soldiers, an Lieutenant walked along the shore with his FAMAS when he saw the little helicopters.
The Grand Duke likes technical toys, a nice birthday present for him, how much would these things cost?
he walked up to one of the Kjatan Soldiers and just asked what the price of one of those would be.

"This is VLCC to incoming helicopter, General Minerva of the Kjatan fores is at the Liner ATM, please continue to the liner, we could use you at Deck 2"

The ten planes headed to the deck 2 of the ship and fired a grenade to break through the glass and enter into the deck.

'VrrrrrrrRRRRRRRR' they went as they enterred into the area. They flew up close to the ceiling and combed out, searching the area out. They were in the restaurant at the back of the ship. The large open area was perfect for flying around. They could hide in the ceiling and drop bombs from above on targets.

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"These helicopters?" said the pilots, who were controlling them by labtops with small dishes to beam instructions to the helicopters. "Oh, about $200,000. They don't last long and the technology is pretty advanced for the batteries. They still are good against intelligent enemies."

Back on Deck 7...

As the smoke cleared out, eleven enemies were lying on the ground, downed by the Wingardian operatives. Nevertheless, the surviving ones had fled to their MGs in the rooms. It didn't take long before the terrorists retaliated with fanatic drive.

"TAKE COVER!!" Lt. Rickenbacker shouted as he noticed the MGs diverted their aim to the Wingardian team. With ferocious noise, the entrenched invaders let loose hails after hails of high-caliber bullets. The commandos barely avoided the blazes, but three operatives, were wounded in the process of taking cover in the unoccupied rooms, and were successfully dragged away from the torrent of death. The enemy machine-guns kept spitting ammo viciously even when their targets were effectively out of their line of fire.

Major Brentsen instructed the team to hold their position behind cover while the terrorists unloaded every single round. However, once they had ran out of ammo, and taking advantage of the MGs' long reload time, Fritz and his men vigorously charged at the enemy positions, pointed out by heartbeat scans made while behind cover, accurately opening fire at every hostile in sight...

"Charge them! Take them all out!"


OOC: Whoa, it seems you go nuts when I'm asleep! :p Anyway, remember I have two fighters circling around in the air, above the Koen. They're equipped with suitable armament to do whatever VLCC wants with the ship.

OOC: Why that, Win? And I'm going back to school tomorrow, so that would cool it down a bit.

IC:
The MG's were empty at deck 7. no ammo was left, no Kalashnikovs were left.
"Damnit! All surrender!" as one long line the Terrorists surrendered, without putting up a fight. they were counting 8 men...

Deck 2

"We're being attacked!" one of the bombs fell at a Terrorist Guard post, instantly killing 8 men. while the rest of the Terrorists fled to the Mayfair shops, a place which the Helicopters couldn't reach. some fired back at the helicopters, but were quickly took out by the Helis. The Van Luxemburgian Opertaives quickly finsihed the job with tossing a few grenades into the Mayfair shops. "Van Stenen to VLCC, deck 2 clear, Decks 6, 7 and 11 left to clear. decks 9 and 10 clear, following Thermal scanners."

The Helcopters sped up towards the front of the ship and patrolled a little, checking the area. It was cleared out.
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"Oh man, this sucks. They ran away!" cried a pilot.

"Shut-up! They won't get far." yelled the other.

"Head here, the grand lobby we can come right up infront of the stores and speed in. They won't have a chance. The whole place is open, nothing to burst through." said the lead pilot!
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'vrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE' the helicopters went as they ascended above the grand lobby to the 3rd deck. Right infront of the store entrances.

The helicopters were closing in. The team of pilots were very capable and played this like a first-person shooter, carefully hunting down a wounded enemy.

Success! Fortunately, the terrorists surrendered without showing further resistance... After leaving the area pretty much like swiss cheese, that is. The Wingardian operatives organized the prisoners in a tidy line when the Major pulled out his radio and tried to contact VLCC and report the situation.

"VLCC, this is the WSF team. We've successfully neutralized the opposition on Deck 7. Requesting further or--" Brentsen cut off his report as the ship shook a bit. After a moment, he resumed the communication. "VLCC, what the hell was that? Are you going to sink the ship?"

The Shops
few had survived the grenade attack, and about 40 men now saw Little helicopters coming at them
"Damnit! Open fire at them!"
several men with AK's opened fire, but the Terrorists weren't the best aimers. one tried to fire a Strela AA rocket, but wasn't succesfull either, because the target was too small.

Deck 7

"VLCC here, we;re clearing out deck 2 with RC helicopters and grenades, don't worry..."

at the same mpment, a surviving terrorist opened a door which he couldn't open before. he still had a full belt of ammunition, and fired at it's former friends and Enemies....

"I'm hit! My camera is damaged! Ahh! I can't control it well! I can't go right!" cried the fifth pilot.

"Let's serve up a little rapid fire action!" said the 7th.
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One of the helicopters went down from being hit on the back and the camera was damaged, it let out a stream of smoke and spun out of control then fell down below and crashed on the floor.

The other, marked number #7 let out a volley of 8 grenades targeting a mass of terrorists, effectively using up his grenades. It quickly spun around and started unloading its Metal storm guns at the others until it ran out then descended out of the line of fire.

The others hovered and made little pathes, never staying in the same spot to get hit easily. Only 8 remained.
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OOC: Ya. You got one of them destroyed, the other went Rambo and lost ammo, then it has to return. It will be back in 20 minutes. Though it will be reloaded without Metal Storm weapons. Try a gatling gun! (Note this drains power and will be the death of it. Number 7 is a psycho.)

Deck 2

"Raaah!" a long shout from one of the terrorists. 20 terrorists were killed by grenades, and another 9 by Metal storm MG's.

The Shore of Gibraltar

after having called a lot, the soldier, a Lieutenant, returned at the point where the Kjatans had launched the Helicopters.
"okay, I have talked to the Grand Duke, and he wants to buy ten of those things, to test them and send them along VDZ & VL weapons of Van Luxemburg, so maybe we could improve it."

"Eight...? The heartbeat scans had detected 20 signatures besides the special forces team. Eleven were gunned down, eight surrendered... Shit!" Rickenbacker thought to himself as the prisoners were transported upstairs. All of a sudden, the missing terrorist kicked the door of a room open and released a deadly hail of 7.62mm rounds in the general direction of the team and the row of prisoners.

"Hostile!" The lieutenant, the only one aware of the threat at the time, shouted out frantically as he triggered his G-36E aimed at the terrorist and moved to shield the Major from the attack while his teammates were barely starting to realize the underhanded, cowardly action by part of the survivor.


OOC: Nice touch, I hadn't realized about that tiny detail. :D

"Heh, 10? You won't get much more out of them unless you triple the battery amount and reduce the armor on them. They are perfect for what we have, but these things aren't exactly able to be upgraded." said the lead pilot as he aimed the #1 closer to the entrance of the east store opening. "If you want we're working on a model that is a 2nd generation helicopter with a main gun and is stealthed, the model has a wingspan of three feet and a body that is three feet long. It's like the American Commanche. Price: $5,000,000 a pop. It's still in testing, but its more suitable then these toys."

The injured #5 regained some control and was hovering several inches off the ground, it was unable of fighting. The pilot controlling it was grumbling in anger, "Little bastards, I HATE THEM! #4 give me yours."

"Hell no, you got shot, your dead. Have #7 pull you out if your gonna whine." he replied, practically laughing.

Pilot #5 looked down and smiled at the the guy who was also grumbling. "Yo....Geo, snag the base and pull my copter out."

The raven-haired pilot looked back and yelled in anger. "WHAT! I'll drain my battery and probably crash into the sea! Your too heavy."

"Just do it this once...."

"NOOOO!"

"Come on..."

"You little bratty mo---" he started, but was drowned out by Kiki.

"GET HIM OUT GEO! THAT'S AN ORDER" yelled Kiki, the lead pilot.

The raven haired Geo, growled and grabbed the injured #5 helicopter and headed down the hall. The engine was taking a beating from this, and the battery was draining very rapidly. It wouldn't sustain five minutes more, carrying this much weight.

Most of Assault Team Ascent had decided to get medical help on the mainland, to remove the MOLIGNAR goo from their hair before it hardened and turned into MOLIGNAR Armor, 117 just decided it was best to take a swim, put on a new suit of armor, and go back into the ship to kill the terrorists who destroyed his favorite suit.

EBG 99: Bon' Voyage you two!

As Eureka 1 ascended into the air then accelerated towards the mainland, 117 and 179 were the only ones from Assault Team Ascent who were left to carry on the fight.

EBG 117: So, 179, mind telling me where we start.

EBG 179: I don't know 117, lets just check with the upper decks first, rendevous with Assault Team Beirut.

EBG 117: You take point, you have the sniper.

EBG 179: Alright, c'mon lets go.

The two of them made their way towards the aft of the ship, the same staircase that led down to deck 2, also went up to deck 13.

EBG 117: How convenient, hmmm, hey?

117 saw a small model of the Koen on the wall just ahead of him, deciding it best to destroy everything in sight, he fired his battle rifle into it.

EBG 117: I didn't like the paint...

EBG 179: Of course, maybe it's better if you take point then, what with you being so trigger happy.

EBG 117: Hehehehe, trigger friend...

OOC: Mind telling me which decks aren't cleared yet

OOC: He mentions it earlier, and my helicopters are on the 3rd deck now.

Deck 7

The Terrorist kept firing, while he had took some 5.56mm hits. he was however not in the best condition and was slowly bleeding to death....

Deck 2

The Van Luxemburgian operatives throwed in another volley of their grenades, which exploded killing most of the terrorists but a small part. when the Operative stormed in, one of the Terrorists killed an opertive with his Kalashnikov. Van Stenen reacted with firing his FN FiveseveN, license built by VDZ & VL Weapons. He hit the Terrorist in the head, and fired another shot to make sure that he had killed him. "Van Luxemburgian operatives here, Deck 2 clear, we've liberated probably the last hostages, clearing decks 6 and 11 is main objective, 9 and 10 must be checked however."

Deck 6

"We have lost contact with deck 7 and 2, we're probably the only ones left"
"Then we're chanceless" the now second in charge replied.
"Jacques Legrand is missing, we're surrendering ourselves"
"NO, Never! we just aren't surrendering."
"Who's with me guys?" the second in charge looked around the hallway and doors.
"We are!" 75% of the Terrorists shouted that they were with him.
the other 25 % looked at how they were walking down.
"they aren't leaving! OPEN FIRE!"
two persons opened fire, the commander of the chaos and an MG Gunner.
they had mowed down half of them, when they were silenced by two shots of their friends.
"And this will happen to you all if you surrender, got that?"
the men returned to their positions, with their Morale breached.

(OOC: Hate school, not even some nice girls in my class! :D )

OOC: Why nothing responding to deck 3....or my post? *cries anime style!*

OOC: Deck 3 had already been cleared, and my operatives did just finish off resistance at the shops. I forgot to reply at the Shoreside, I'll do that now...

IC:

"Well, you could just replace the Electricla engine with one requiring fuel, it would just last longer. give it a bigger battery to, enlarge it somewhat.... we'll begin working at it..." the Lieutenant looked at his mate, standing next to him, wearing tags of VDZ & VL weapons....

OOC: VL, it's understood that Rickenbacker's mates also opened fire as they noticed the terrorist and their buddy firing at him.

"Give it gas huh....if it gets hit it explodes...we lost number 5, but thankfully nothing is explosive that is exposed. Reduces cost for repairs in the case of an accident and lowers maintaince costs." said Kiki.

The #5 and #7 appeared out of the ship and was slowly making its way towards the shore. Both of the pilots were grumbling about the damage done to their helicopters because of it.

OOC: I said that he was bleeding to death, was I? his belt would be empty in a time that you couldn't say "Ouch" and his aim would be that bad that he couldn't even see where he was, so, don't worry.

"Well, we could give it a heavier engine to incorporate more armor and search for a fuel which is less likely to explode."

The injured #5 and battery drained #7 came to the shore and landed, the pilots ran to them and gave them a hug as they picked them up and brought them over the boxes filled with spare parts and weapons.

"We'll talk after the operation is over, ok?" said Kiki, as she looked at a map of deck 4.

The underhanded attacker was quickly neutralized by Rickenbacker's hail of bullets. The terrorist's aim wasn't very good and the shots spreaded all over the place, but the weapon's sheer firepower caused horrible damage. Most of the team had lunged behind cover after the lieutenant cried out the threat. Karl Rickenback laid on the floor, dying, pierced by many of the MG rounds fired by the last enemy.

"Karl! MEDIC!" Major Brentsen rushed to Rickebacker's position and kneeled beside him. His son in law's body was practically in shambles, blood was all over the floor, but he was still (barely) conscious. "Karl, don't die on me now!" The team's medic quickly arrived to the wounded man. He tried to mend the bullet impacts as best as he could, but the damage was too serious to be cured...

"I... I'm sorry, Fritz. Take c... Take care of Dreidre for m--" Karl tried to speak his last requests, but the wounds were overtaking him.

"We're losing him, Major!" The medic shouted as he desperately tried to revive his fallen comrade. It was no use, he had lost far too much blood. Fritz stared at him as he passed away. He felt horribly helpless.

He looked up, at another special forces operative. "Leonhardt, get those prisoners out of my fucking sight before I throw my reason out of the window! NOW!" The major shouted, glared at the terrorist prisoners and then forced his gaze out of the way, and back at Rickenbacker's body.

"He's gone, sir..."

OOC: Oh that's so sad! ;-; *anime style cries* So young! Noooooo!

IC:

The 7th pilot was repairing his helicopter, some of the parts were lose and he had to refit new ammo slots on. At the last moment he decided not to put on a gatling gun and just refit new tubes. The #7 had twice the firepower now.

The 5th pilot was crying and trying to get it to work.

"My baby....my baby....nooooo..." he cried "Daddy's gonna fix you all up....daddy's here."

The other pilots were already moving up the the 4th deck to scout out more potentional terrorists, while the two grieving pilots cared for their precious helicopters.

Deck 6

after the Hostages had been evacuated from the ship by NH-90 NFH's and Naval craft, the VL operatives stormed up to Deck 6. after the gunfire at the deck, they were anxious to see what happened.

there were only a few terrorists left on deck 6, but put up a fight. they quickly resolved some of the threats, but the terrorists were hard-headed, the ones that were left, that was it. some tried to surrender, but were quickly shot by other Terrorists. two men were the only ones who seemed to watch over the Terrorists. after many rounds had been spilled, aswell as grenades, these two were took out. the rest quickly surrendered, without saying a word.
"it's getting easier by the deck, isn't it?" Van Stenen mentioned to his second man, which was actually a woman.

VLCC

"this is VLCC to all units, status?"
the VL operatives quickly replied with saying that everyone was OK, except for the two killed with Booby-traps or gunfire.

OOC: Vuhifell., who you throwing at? Deck 7 is clear, the Wingardian units have took this deck and all of the Terrorists there.

OOC: Vuhifell., who you throwing at? Deck 7 is clear, the Wingardian units have took this deck and all of the Terrorists there.

OOC: Buh? Since when did this happen, I think I misinterpreted a lot of the text

The Kjatan troops were hearing the sounds of the helicopters, they were just below them. Their soft motorized whirs could be heard. They were going to be backed up!

Back on Deck 7...

As the smoke cleared out, eleven enemies were lying on the ground, downed by the Wingardian operatives. Nevertheless, the surviving ones had fled to their MGs in the rooms. It didn't take long before the terrorists retaliated with fanatic drive.

"TAKE COVER!!" Lt. Rickenbacker shouted as he noticed the MGs diverted their aim to the Wingardian team. With ferocious noise, the entrenched invaders let loose hails after hails of high-caliber bullets. The commandos barely avoided the blazes, but three operatives, were wounded in the process of taking cover in the unoccupied rooms, and were successfully dragged away from the torrent of death. The enemy machine-guns kept spitting ammo viciously even when their targets were effectively out of their line of fire.

Major Brentsen instructed the team to hold their position behind cover while the terrorists unloaded every single round. However, once they had ran out of ammo, and taking advantage of the MGs' long reload time, Fritz and his men vigorously charged at the enemy positions, pointed out by heartbeat scans made while behind cover, accurately opening fire at every hostile in sight...

"Charge them! Take them all out!"




the last page was full of it......

OOC: Ya lmao. I read it, but I couldn't get to react or do anything to it because of my location. When my forces get regrouped I'll probably meet up with them though.

OOC: Yeah, I'm off to play some Halo, let's just assume 117 and 179 went insane for a few moments and started shooting each other thinking they were terrorists.

OOC: Chances are it will be another hour before I actually get to your point, so you got time to play a few rounds. Repairs are time costly.

Major Brentsen and the rest of the Wingardian team were proceeding when his radio crackled to life. It was the Van Luxemburgian Crisis Control.

"VLCC, this is the WSF team. Deck 7's clear and we're now proceeding to the main deck, to our extraction point, unless you have further orders. We have four men wounded... and two dead." Fritz replied and sighed. The Wingardia team could perfectly take on another assignment, but Lt. Rickenbacker's death had impacted the men's morale considerably. He was held dear by the soldiers, having went through dozens of missions together.

OOC: I think the RP is coming to an end, in the near future, because we've cleared most of the decks, and the other ones aren't likely to find some, because I haven't got any Terrorists left in a fighting condition.
we have got three choices:
1. RP on.
2. close the RP and start the "Spy RP"
3. close the RP and forget it.

what are you voting at?, I'm voting for option 2.

OOC: Hehe, we need to make a large RP together VL. A story of lies, decite and desperate nations! Just like the stories I write! It's up to you though.

OOC: I'd go with option 2, but first let us time to wrap things up with our units. ;)

OOC: I'd go with option 2, but first let us time to wrap things up with our units. ;)

Yes, agreed. :)

OOC: Doesn't the "Spy RP" plan I wrote look like your plan then? :rolleyes:
and Wingarde, let's first finish it off with , like, extraction and debriefing.

OOC: Doesn't the "Spy RP" plan I wrote look like your plan then? :rolleyes:
and Wingarde, let's first finish it off with , like, extraction and debriefing.

Spy RP...no....that's more non-violent. I am talking sex, booze, lies, drugs, blood, war, 007 stuff to. Fast cars, hot women and betrayal.

OOC: Ah... that.... well, I haven't seen that much 007 lately, but I sure like fast cars! But we could do something with it, just introduce me a script and I'll look at it. however, my plans could incorporate that all....

OOC: Ah... that.... well, I haven't seen that much 007 lately, but I sure like fast cars! But we could do something with it, just introduce me a script and I'll look at it. however, my plans could incorporate that all....


OOC: Go on...tell me what you are thinking. I'll be able to do a script up or something after this RP then. ^-^

OOC: well, when Jacques LeGrand has fled, he would sure try to visit some of his friends here in van Luxemburg, we could try to follow him, like 007, and try to kill him when at some friends, or with a woman. this ofcourse fails, and LeGrand knows he is being followed, so he flees, with Van Luxemburg big enough to hide, we can track him down and "Shadow"him, to see some friends of him and then kill 'em all, or arrest 'em, hmmm? just a 2 minute thought. and don't forget, Van Luxemburg is a Rich nation, so Fast cars wouldn't be a problem, *drools over pictures of Aston Martin DB9s, BMW M5's and Bentleys Continental*

Meh, I'd have to go with option 2.

Having successfully eliminated the terrorist threat, the Wingardian operatives had returned to the set extraction point, where they'd be picked up by Van Luxemburgian boats, which would take them back to Gibraltar Airport. The prisoners boarded a separate boat, which parted elsewhere. The unharmed soldiers, in conjunction with the Van Luxemburgian personnel from the boats, helped transport the casualties onboard the boats. Major Brentsen was one of the last to board the ship, after helping carry Rickenbacker's body onto one of the vessels.

Some time later...

The boats safely arrived to port, and unloaded the Wingardian special forces soldiers, who were taken by truck to the Gibraltar Airport. The Skymaster and the Firebolts had landed earlier, upon the conclusion of the counter-terrorist operation. The aircraft were prepper to take off whenever Brentsen gave the order. Before finally returning to Wingarde, the commanding officer of the team rounded up his men for the debriefing.

"Mission accomplished. The terrorists were mostly eliminated and a few of them surrendered. The VLS Koen herself is fairly intact, except for some light damage caused by allied helicopters and terrorist weapons. As for the passengers and crew, I've received notice that casualties were minimal in that area." Fritz took a deep breath before proceeding to describe the team's casualties. "In the process of this operation we lost two men: Corporal Kelbruck and Lieutenant Rickenbacker. Proper funeral dates and arrangements, along with possible condecorations, will be arranged when we return home. Four men got wounded, but it's nothing serious. They'll be given proper medical care back in Wingarde, too." The officer looked over at his men confidently. They had performed admirably, but casualties are always there in war.

"You did an excellent job, guys. Well done. Get ready to board the Skymaster at any moment now. Dismissed." The major produced a faint smile and began the preparations to depart home, sweet home.

Official Foxtecha Statement Report
EBG Operation: Halcyon Dragon
Sqaud(s): 49

Mission Description: Fight alongside VL troops and allies to free VLS KOEN from terrorist siege
EBG Status: Heavily Damaged
Operation Report: Accomplished
EBG Report: Mission Failure

James Macker, Head of Elite Black Guard

The Van Luxemburgian operatives were the last ones that left the ship, by boat or helicopter. they debriefed, quickly, to be ready for other jobs.
Van Stenen stood before an enormous projection screen, showing pictures with descriptions: VLS "Koen" before, and after.
"as you acn see, the damage is minor, and no damage has been done to the superstructure. it will take approximately 500 million US Dollars to renovate the ship. our mission is a succes, however, one person," the screen showed a picture of Jacques Legrand. "has succeeded in escaping from the "Koen" and is now on the run in Van Luxemburg. he has been added on the list of persons to follow, and that will be done by a VLIA Splinter Cell. our work is done, ladies and gentlemen, dismissed"

One day later

at The Gibraltar ceremonial cemetary, a Trumpet sounded through the young evening. the 2 deads of van Luxemburg were being buried.
"ALL! SHOULDER RIFLE!" the whole TCT corps shouldered it's pre-WWII Ceremonial rifles.
"ALL! PRESENT RIFLE" The TCT's presented their rifles, while looking at the coffin, being lowered into the grave.
"ALL! FIRE SALUTE!" The TCT fired a shot, all at once, while the coffin hit the hard soil.
"ALL! STAND EASY!" The TCT stood there, legs wide, the back of the rifles touching the soil. a priest read some prayers, and the grave ws filled.

A-40, running to Barcelona.

The Seat Toledo speeded up to around 150 km/h. Legrand had to refuel soon, and he needed another car, so he could move up more quickly. he would hire one in Barcelona.

After Kjata Major's forces pulled out, the soldeirs were all awarded badges of honor and a shoulder patch for fighting in the conflict.

A red diamond was given to Marcus who was wounded in combat.

Kiki, Cinna, Leon, Nima recieved the Sharp shooter badge.

Marcus was promoted to Major. Kiki was promoted to Major.
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OOC: Tired, so I just posted a little info.

OOC: Do you like my plans, Kjata?, I could post an Thread soon if you want, something like:
The 007 Operation (Open RP)

so others could join with 007s of their own Intelligence to hunt after Legrand.

How about I have General Lina attend a meeting with VL's leaders and get all lovely, then she learns that the terrorist cell was never fully removed. She gets kidnapped by a government leader who actually is providing cover for the terrorist cell and funding because of deep emotional problems that stem from the government.

His 'divine' plan is to capture General Lina and play VL as behind it. This means the other Generals of Kjata Major will turn on VL instantly. Though Minerva is a step ahead of all of them, and sends a female spy to VL in advance to find the mole and leader who planned the attack.

Now having been decieved VL naturally cover it up, and deny that the government had any part of it. Then send a spy of their own to Kjata Major to get closer to the Generals, to become the eyes and ears. With the target of General Minerva, Hein, Muramasa, Masamune, Raijin, Enyo and Commanders Nike and Victoria.

General Minerva is the only one that is too cunning and smart to fall for it and plays the spies, sending mixed messages to the government with a secret message contained for her own spy to pick up.

Eventually the spies are caught in both nations. This makes tensions very harsh, the terrorists simple plan is working! As a result they plan an attack on Kjata Major, to destroy the Temple of Kjata. This will spark more then just a war, it could cause a holocaust.

Though General Lina isn't as innocent as she seems and though kidnapped, her part in decieving the terrorists makes her their lead tactical planner. General Lina performs attacks on both nations.

Only after the attacks do the other Generals get wise and relay the message to VL. General Lina the captured General is known for being too soft and overly showy.

VL notices that attacks are having a pattern. General Minerva confirms it and notices the attacks are based on city location and starting name and sees a pattern.

The number of the attacks and location on the side is actually code! General Lina gives away the position of the enemy base through the attacks and VL and Kjata Major team up for a mock battle.

The battle is broadcast over the world, yet the trap is laid. General Lina having been tricking the terrorists leads them on an assault. General Minerva tells how to take out Lina's forces with minimal problems.

Lina's failure marks her demise. The terrorists get wise, so the fleet plays into their false sense of security as Lina desperately communicates to the forces to becareful of a nuclear weapon that is going to launch....

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How's that for an opening. ^-^

hmmm, new version of mine, I also like the travel through both countries, so I put that in. my story is again based on Legrand, but now includes Kjata Major, for it's retaliation.

Legrand has escaped from the "koen", we all know that. he has been followed by several VLIA agents, but they've vanished since some time. a team, of jointly Kjata Major and VL will be investigating the case nd looking after Legrand for a while. then, one of the Spies disappears and seems kidnapped by the GLM (Guyana Liberation movement, or the terrorists). the other Spies now start a race against the clock to save and the lost spy, and forecome an retaliation from Legrand to both Kjata and VL, which could unleash war between the both, a very useful thing for the GLM, which could revolt and just take Guyana while VL is at war. ofcourse there are the usual love-hate thingies in the team, and maybe the kidnapped spy develops an "Stockholm-syndrom" for legrand.

hmmm, new version of mine, I also like the travel through both countries, so I put that in. my story is again based on Legrand, but now includes Kjata Major, for it's retaliation.

Legrand has escaped from the "koen", we all know that. he has been followed by several VLIA agents, but they've vanished since some time. a team, of jointly Kjata Major and VL will be investigating the case nd looking after Legrand for a while. then, one of the Spies disappears and seems kidnapped by the GLM (Guyana Liberation movement, or the terrorists). the other Spies now start a race against the clock to save and the lost spy, and forecome an retaliation from Legrand to both Kjata and VL, which could unleash war between the both, a very useful thing for the GLM, which could revolt and just take Guyana while VL is at war. ofcourse there are the usual love-hate thingies in the team, and maybe the kidnapped spy develops an "Stockholm-syndrom" for legrand.


Wha!? You want a sense of complexity and depth! Having someone paying and supporting the terrorists from INSIDE the government covers a perfect backstory on how they came to be! It exposes the complexities of the individual with powerful motives instead of the "evil because I am evil" crap that American books spoon-feed us the basics of 'evil'.

Its best to have a situation then a larger situation the covers the origin and solution to the problem and it can still be about Legrand, or a larger network that he is part of!

(OOC: just a sidenote. I found that it's very hard to do several sides of the story. in your story I would have to do three stories through eachother. it's not that I don't like your story, in fact, i like it very much, but I just don't like the idea of having to RP three sides. and, I just made a rough sketch. so, who would have kidnapped the spy?, who's the mastermind behind the GLM, certainly not Legrand, a small person like him couldn't lead a movement, so it has to be from someone above? these are the questions I ask in my story, and they can lead to some surprises. I mentioned earlier, I want it to be like a Colin Forbes book, have you ever read them? they are very complex too.

(OOC: just a sidenote. I found that it's very hard to do several sides of the story. in your story I would have to do three stories through eachother. it's not that I don't like your story, in fact, i like it very much, but I just don't like the idea of having to RP three sides. and, I just made a rough sketch. so, who would have kidnapped the spy? I mentioned earlier, I want it to be like a Colin Forbes book, have you ever read them? they are very complex too, but not THAT complex.

Man and this is one of my idiot ideas I pulled out of the air in ten minutes of writing.

You can do all VL stuff, I do Kjata stuff.

I can play the terrorist mastermind. You can play Legrand and his forces.
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Face it this is NOTHING compared to the Kjata Major story. Mods would delete me for posting such material. Its best to keep it at the formed level and never go back into what is was originally. Upper Xen said that it was extremely dark, like Chaos Legion, except....weirder and darker.

To get alot of the backlines, story and characters, you have to really look at who the characters are and how they act. When you first thought Minerva, did you think she was just another General with higher rank? The name Minerva is actually how she is at her core and what she does. Wisdom, war, and power.

Kjata Major has some very very weird technology that I purposefully hid off NS. It doesn't go well, and I was accused of writing 'smut' for having Kjata shown as a dark god. She's EVIL EVIL EVIL! Among the types of prayers and celebrations are glyphs and pentagrams. Drawing glyphs in your own blood is one of the most powerful symbols in Kjata Major, the priests do this and are marked up from this. Though they parade around to learn the will of Kjata. Though they try and try, only two people can communicate with her. Ryo and Toji.

From this we have the urban conflict....making war seem like nothing in comparison. Then the ashes of the burning cities and bleeding and screaming of Tokyo as it was destroyed in the fire of its own weapons. The old leaders were murdered in large numbers, bombs took out skyscrapers and bridges, sendign thousands to their deaths. A raging inferno started in northern japan consumed an entire city and burned it to the ground. Military personnel were slaughtered and tortured. Millions converted to the Kjatan religion and all of Japan was engulfed in the fiery hell of its populace with revenge on their mind. Millions upon millions would perish in the cities and weapons of nuclear warfare that was used on them. The world was shocked and it was too late to react. Japan was lost.

The 'Angels of Kjata' sect burned entire cities to the ground on live television and showed the horrors of the nation. Then the two sides from Kjata were seperated and fought a massive battle and war. They were destroyed and Kjata Major was formed on the destruction of the two sides.

THAT is a summary of what Kjata was founded on. The original story of the MT technology and the ideas for truer weapons and power and religious practices are so taboo on NS that no one will understand their pure meaning and would want to fight against Kjata Major for the true horror of what it can do when she awakens!
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Some of the basic chapters of it were consumed with drugs, and pain and suicide. Religious practices that bordered on insanity and complete madness. Though everything fit. Kjata became a God through the power of man's own suffering! She is not only their God, but they helped create her. The problems and pain and rejection exploded as a movement to right the wrongs of society and the most free sexual expression of the world and all the repressed problems with FIRE. Everything was a symbol of man's pure power and lack of understanding at who we are as a whole. THAT is the true power and complexity I've done.

OK, we're giving it a try. but what do we do with Wingarde and Vuhifell.? I have promised them, in a way, that they could take part in the next RP.

OOC: Exactly, I feel kind of excluded...

By the way, Kjata Major, I didn't know you were so EVIL! :eek:

OK, we're giving it a try. but what do we do with Wingarde and Vuhifell.? I have promised them, in a way, that they could take part in the next RP.

Meh, I'll RP Sqaud 49 (again), this time with several budget cuts, as well as the New Hivez Federal Intelligence Agency.

EDIT: Not the FIA as a whole, but just one sort of "Solid Snake" type of guy.

OOC: Exactly, I feel kind of excluded...

By the way, Kjata Major, I didn't know you were so EVIL! :eek:

Hahaha! Summaries don't give really much info. If I said some of the things that were 'detailed' you'd think Ozzy was father, wait....he's nothing compared to the black fire that is in my heart.

Let me think for a moment and I'll find spots for you. Four way RPs are very complex and hard to run effectively at an even pace.

I'm working on a small wiki page for the conflict, here's what it looks like so far, nothing special. I hope I didn't leave anyone out. If you have a wiki page, it's linked to your homepage to.

OOC: hmm, maybe I'll include Telescope, an Van Luxemburgian Private organisation with Ex-SAS units, ex-GIGN, Ex-GSG-9, Ex-CIA and SEALS, you know it. they are specialists in Counter-terrorism, and silently following people. the names are from an Colin Forbes book ("The Stockholm Complot") and I have based the Idea on that. and Kjata, if you need information about my Nation, please visit my Factbook or ask me.

Sure thing. Still working on it a little.

OOC: hmm, maybe I'll include Telescope, an Van Luxemburgian Private organisation with Ex-SAS units, ex-GIGN, Ex-GSG-9, Ex-CIA and SEALS, you know it. they are specialists in Counter-terrorism, and silently following people. the names are from an Colin Forbes book ("The Stockholm Complot") and I have based the Idea on that. and Kjata, if you need information about my Nation, please visit my Factbook or ask me.

Gee, with all those elites I don't expect the terrorists to have much of a chance.

In a completely unrelated matter,

Stockholm Complot, gotta check that out, any good?

I have it laying right here, I own it... Great book if you ask me, it's called "the Stockholm syndicate" in the UK, by the way. I took this from the website of Colin Forbes:

'I'm going to smash these people into the ground if it takes me the rest of my life.'

Jules Beaurain was once the chief of Brussels' crack anti-terrorist squad. Now he's the commander of Telescope. Unofficial, unauthorised and utterly effective, it's the toughest strike force in the world.

But now Telescope is confronted by its most deadly enemy so far - The Syndicate. Using blackmail, bribery and blind terror, it is close to controlling the West's economy.

Helped by contacts in the twilight world of security and intelligence, Beaurain aims to locate and eliminate his enemy's mysterious leaders. But The Syndicate, preparing a vicious counter-attack, radios the command 'Zenith' to all agents.

A command which means - 'Kill Beaurain' ...

I have it laying right here, I own it... Great book if you ask me, it's called "the Stockholm syndicate" in the UK, by the way. I took this from the website of Colin Forbes:

'I'm going to smash these people into the ground if it takes me the rest of my life.'

Jules Beaurain was once the chief of Brussels' crack anti-terrorist squad. Now he's the commander of Telescope. Unofficial, unauthorised and utterly effective, it's the toughest strike force in the world.

But now Telescope is confronted by its most deadly enemy so far - The Syndicate. Using blackmail, bribery and blind terror, it is close to controlling the West's economy.

Helped by contacts in the twilight world of security and intelligence, Beaurain aims to locate and eliminate his enemy's mysterious leaders. But The Syndicate, preparing a vicious counter-attack, radios the command 'Zenith' to all agents.

A command which means - 'Kill Beaurain' ...

Seems like a good read until the XBox 360 comes out. Maybe I'll buy it after I finish the Icarus Agenda.

Zenith...wtf kind of a code is that. It's so obvious that even an idiot would understand what it means!

Wingarde you still up for a little fun? I haven't seen you reply with anything you want to do yet.

The Vuhifellian States what do you want to do?

Of course I am. None of the latest messages in this thread actually required my input, so I just observed (I'm suscribed to this topic). Anyway, Kjata, you said you were still figuring out how would you include me in the whole incident. Please be gentle, since I'm still a small nation (18 million inhabitants at the moment. :)

Of course I am. None of the latest messages in this thread actually required my input, so I just observed (I'm suscribed to this topic). Anyway, Kjata, you said you were still figuring out how would you include me in the whole incident. Please be gentle, since I'm still a small nation (18 million inhabitants at the moment. :)


Well ya....what can your nation actually do in this conflict? Or rather what do you WANT to do?

I'm just going to send my trusty Sqaud 49 in again, as well as a highly trained member of a secret division of the FIA.

Well ya....what can your nation actually do in this conflict? Or rather what do you WANT to do?
I don't know, you're the one making the whole background story. What role can my nation fulfill? I was going to send a couple of agents, but then you came up with the whole large international incident, so maybe I'll have to send more elements.

OOC: Damned logon problems, "The 0 of 0" *blagh*
by the way, Kjata, what do you have against Forbes?

OOC: Damned logon problems, "The 0 of 0" *blagh*
by the way, Kjata, what do you have against Forbes?

Lol me to. Forbes? Who's that?

OOC: The writer of books I read, such as "The Stockholm syndicate"

OOC: The writer of books I read, such as "The Stockholm syndicate"

Oh....never read it ;-;