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EMERGENCY CRASH TRANSMISSION
RECEIVED BY UN GLOBAL COMMUNICATIONS SATELLITE
SIGNAL SOURCE: UNIDENTIFIED
TIME OF RECEPTION: THURSDAY, 09/15, 3:17:49 AM

[STATIC] -lease! Someone, anyone .... -elp immediatl-.... -an't live like this... -nymore. They're using us! Murdering every-...ne... You have to come save... now! Please, before it's too late! They're planning to launch a massive... -t's already begun! Warn the worl-... -efore it's too late!
[LOUD CRASHING] -od, no!... -lease! No, stop! WAIT!! DON'T!!
[SOUND OF GUNFIRE]
[STATIC]
[TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED]

MEMO
TO: HONORED MEMBERS OF THE GLOBAL COMMUNITY
FROM: CHAIRMAN WILLIAM STRYKER, CEO OF OMNIPRESENT INC, LEADER OF THE FEDERATION OF JOINT CONGLOMERATES

Ladies and gentleman, a most unfortunate misunderstanding took place this Thursday morning. By this time, you are no doubt aware of the incident of which I speak, and of course you are highly concerned. We the board members of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates have nothing but the deepest respect and admiration for the work of the global community. That is why I want to assure you that whatever it is you think you may have heard in that transmission is entirely false, the ravings of a lunatic lower-echelon laborer who somehow managed to find his way into our central communications room. Not to worry, respected delegates, he has been dealt with in a manner that will ensure he never bothers you again. The Federation cares deeply for the wellbeing of its human resources. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Thank you, and God bless the almighty dollar.

(OOC: Seriously, can someone please, like, attack me or something?)

OOC: I can, but as you're a new nation, you probably dont want to get involved in much wars unless you have the desire to get pwned.

This does sound like a good multi-nation thingy though. The attackers would be one group, and you and some others would be the other group...

OOC: I wouldn't mind attacking you, like, spred propeganda on the evils of communism and how Jewittism is like it (everyone mistakens it for a Technocratic Leninism so...what ever) or insult my politicans, or even acuse my leaders of some things, or make fun of my populous. Do something to provoke an attack by me, and I will do it. Hell, throw the word deJewittist around as if you are one of them and I am sure to kill yeah off ;-)

What would the idea be of this conflict? One nation attacks, loses, then is taken over, or the defending nation loses and dies, or what? Occupaition, annexation, reconstruction-government changing, what? I would like a little bit of what you would like to have in mind.

OOC: Okay, basically this country is the embodiment of the modern day notion of what is truly evil- shadowy corporations, sadistically casting aside human dignity for the sake of gain, all while maintaining a sickeningly pleasant, proper facade. I think what might be a fun idea is if I manipulate beaucracy of the UN so that I get into a position where I can then stage some sort of international crisis and then declare myself "emergency global dictator." Of course, at the last minute, I'd be defeated, but I think that that ultimate climax could be very exciting.

To initially provoke you into investigating me, I could spread lots of anti-Truitt propoganda because, say, your government didn't allow the Federation to mine it's uranium. I might also add that while I am a new country, the whole of the Lucky Strike region will immediatley have my back on any issue I ask it to help me with.

OOC: WE are not doing SH** about it we are just trying to pick up the singal from the UN SAT.
IC:
The Imperial Empire of Soviet leaders. Is lunching a offical investagation into the matter and wishes the nation to tell the truth about its evil ways. We are going to high alert as of right now and will not let if any trade is between our two nations we will stop every ship and tell them to turn around or they will be stopped an inspected and will be escorted by a battleship to our border and told if they try to enter again the will be fired at.\
Signed Emperor Alexander,Romakov II

OOC: welcome to the ranks of evil corporation.... :)

From within the deep council chambers of the corporations of Amerath, a man in simple uniform wandered about the many counsols that lined the walls of the sphere shaped room. As he came across a certain panel that would otherwise not bother him, he suddenly stopped in his tracks; The panel was lit bright red, with text moving fast, obvious static was visible. He leaned down next to the busy operator and cut into the normal routine tasks by freezing the transmition with a flip of a switch; leaving the Transmition for all to see on the panel.

"What is that?" His voice directed to the communication panel operator; his eyes reading and rereading the panel.

"A distress beacon, Senior." The operator's voice metallic, being long since lobotomized and implanted with cybernetics to increase his work efficiency.

The senior staff member quietly read the panel from over the man's shoulder, intaking all the information that was upon it. He quickly loaded the file into his PDA via the Hyperlink cable, and quickly walked off. His movements brought him to the other seniors, ones from varies houses and corporations. Things were set into motion.
----
Message:
From: The Corporation's council of Amerath
To: Those whom it concerns.

I am representative of Amerath's House Evikas; You may not know us, we deal with the ambassador trades of the State; but we are here on an important task..
You may already know of why we are here, you're previous statement was.. quiet informative of the existance of the alarm. Although you claim it false, we would like to requisition the ability to look over your communication and tracking (Those related to ally or enemy ships, Radar in common speak) systems.
Respond as soon as possible.

-Amerathian Council-

(OOC: yes! now i'm having fun...)

MEMO
TO: THE AMERATHIAN COUNCIL AND EMPEROR ALEXANDER ROMAKOV II
FROM: CHAIRWOMAN DEBRA MACKENSAY, FOREIGN RELATIONS MINISTER, CEO OF BIOGEN INDUSTRIES

Gentlemen, I am afraid that your concerns are most unfounded. I am unaware of the "evil ways" you so melodramatically accuse my government of engaging in. That transmission was an error. It bore absolutley no meaning at all. As I said in my original memorandum, gentlemen, the human resource who sent it was really quite insane. Saddening, I am sure.

In the meantime, however, I deeply regret that the Federation of Joint Conglomerates has no obligations whatsoever to surrender records of our communications, as guaranteed by Clause 2, Section A, Subsection II of the United Nations telecommunications policy. As for the Emperor's threat to discontinue trade, cease and desist or I am afraid we will have no other alternative but to bring you before the World Trade Organization. In addition, Romakov, should you choose to continue to propogate these absurd allegations, I may be compelled to bring before the UN War Crimes department the small matter of your mass-murder of Soviet Russia's Kulacks.

To both of you gentlemen, and to whoever else may be considering taking any sort of action as a result of this unpleasant affair, I offer you two simple words of advise that I seriously suggest you heed: Drop it.

As always, thank you, and God bless the almighty Dollar.

If you can prove to us that the person that reported this is a lying troublemaker, we can let you off the hook. Even still, executing him for pulling a prank is a punishment way too harsh. Justify this, or else the USSEA and her allies won't take too kindly.

USSEA Minister of Foreign Affairs Joshua Lin

OOC: Hm, how about making a cheap shot towards my nation or what not?

Ahead of time: My citizenry are heavly religious, so some religious terms may appear here and there.

IC:

Offical Statement; Republican Council de el Jewittist la Republica
In these events it seems that your "belovent" nation is known for some sort of a capitalist-paradise that forces ill-humane acts. As a founding nation and initial proposser of the in-acting Portshire Convention, this is unacceptible.

This radio report made simpley shows some sort of international cry for aid or some sorts.

May He help you find the truth.


[signed]Shifflett

ooc the sephrion sar empire will attack

ic ready a fleet we blockade Joint Conglomerates for treating thier people like slaves.

OOC: This reminds me of The Island, where clones were kept to be used as spare parts for their people... Oh crap, I spoiled the plot.

OOC: Okay guys, here's the thing. I wasn't expecting this to develop into the massive, multi-national war it's turning into. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but i'm completley on my own here. give me twelve hours to coordinate a few of my allies. that way it'll be much more interesting for everyone. subscribe to the thread so you'll know when i've recommenced (i assure you, it's worth the wait. the plot i have cooked up is quite simply a work of art)

OOC: Man, I still can't read Sephrioth's posts. Good luck on your capitalizt endeavours, I think I'll stay comfortably out of whatever happens. Great idea for a nation, though. I'll be keeping tabs on you just because you seem interesting.

Her Majesty's Government
T H E F O R E I G N & C O M M O N W E A L T H O F F I C E
Kingdom of Commonwealth Nations

Her Majesty's Government is deeply concerned with the situation in Joint Conglomerates.
The Prime Minister has asked to me to urge all parties involved to show restraint and to avoid armed conflict at all costs.
However, Her Majesty's Government is well aware of the human rights abuses that take place within the borders of Joint Conglomerates, and therefore asks the Government of Joint Conglomerates not to defy international good faith and allow independent human rights and nuclear inspectors into the country.
Her Majesty's Government is willing and ready to aid the pursuit of peace and human rights.

Lord David Cardiff
Her Majesty's Foreign Secretary

The Holy Empire of Nistolonia will watch for the time being, though it denounces the Joint Conglamorates for slavery and mistreatment of civilians.
(Runs off to grab allies)

For the first time in her entire life, Debra Mackensay felt like she was losing control. The incorporation of her company (BioGen Industries) into the Federation of Joint Conglomerates… Her unanimously voted position as Foreign Relations Minister…. The myriad of Nobel Prizes… All of the great achievements and accomplishments of her life flooded her thoughts. Debra Mackensay was a self-made woman. She took guff from no one. She did not get to where she was by being weak. Nevertheless, the day that crash transmission was leaked marked the beginning of what was turning into her worst nightmare come true.

“My God,” she thought. “I’ve come so far, so quickly… only to be undone by some meaningless human resource?” As she stood in the glass elevator flying upwards at breakneck speed to the five hundredth story of the Federation’s headquarters, she subconsciously glared and tightened her fist around a railing. “No,” she said aloud, her infuriated determination and charisma making her voice cold and inhuman. When she noticed the lone human resource in the corner of the elevator staring at her, she turned to him and said, “What is your purpose?”

“My purpose is my function,” came the automatic, unthinking reply.

“And what is your function?”

“To serve the Federation of Joint Conglomerates.” Mackensay smiled and stepped off at the five hundredth floor. She walked briskly down the hall in long, quick strides, the sound of her high heels echoing off the black marble of the walls, floor and ceiling. When she reached Chairman Stryker’s office she boldly threw open the massive oak door without knocking.

“Stryker, we have a problem.”

Chairman William Stryker, CEO of Omnipresent Inc and leader of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates was seated in a black leather chair behind his massive desk. He was turned, staring out the window, so that the back of the chair was facing Mackensay. He said nothing in reply. In fact, he didn’t do anything to even acknowledge her sudden loud intrusion.

“Stryker!” she repeated angrily “We have a serious crisis on our hands. They aren’t buying our usual claims to sovereignty and autonomy this time. I think it would be the wisest course of action at this point to begin preparations for armed conflict. Now, I have dispatched memorandums to various members of our alliance network, most notably the Black Agents and King Luck. We can also expect highly potent air support from -”

“Have you ever just looked at it, Chairwoman?” he said suddenly, cutting her off in his cold, honeyed voice. “Marveled at its efficiency? Its hive- like sense of purpose and direction?” He swiveled to face Mackensay and stood up. With his hands clasped demurely behind his back he began to slowly walk around the office, occasionally stopping to stare off into space while Mackensay watched in stunned silence. “For decades now, I have run the Federation like a Swiss watch. Everything here is perfect. Everything here has purpose. Everything here creates profit.” He stopped pacing directly in front of her and looked her in the eye. Then, with a suddenly crazed expression he lunged for her with catlike agility, and with one hand gripped her throat. Debra Mackensay, caught completely off-guard, could do nothing as shock intermingled with her dawning realization that he was choking her. Her feet lifted six inches off the ground and with a sinking feeling of panic and confusion, she realized that he was lifting her into the air by her throat using one hand… Stryker’s suit sleeve rolled back a bit, revealing the metallic glint of a robotic arm… “Oh, that’s how he’s doing it” she thought deliriously. His eyes bulged, his face became scarlet red. In a sharp, stabbing, malicious voice he said, “You have placed literally the entire enterprise, trillions of dollars in assets and revenue within a hair’s breadth of multi-national war, you stupid, stupid little woman!” Mackensay’s vision began to lose focus… Her head became cloudy and light… Still that demonic voice pounded into her. “Can you possibly understand the resources you’ve put at stake!? CAN YOU!?” Suddenly, he dropped her and she found herself on the ground again, before everything faded into blackness.

She must have passed out for only a few seconds, because when she dazedly looked around, Stryker was seated back at his plush, mahogany desk, hair perfect, tie straight, smiling brightly at her.

“Well, I think that this has been a most productive conference, Chairwoman Mackensay,” he intoned brightly. “I am sure that it has been informative for both of us, and I certainly hope that you are able to apply what you learned here today to your ministry at the Foreign Relations bureau.”

Without another word, Debra Mackensay struggled to her feet and stood on wobbly legs. She never took her eyes off him, but he not once lifted the robotic, Cheshire cat grin. She slowly backed out into the hall and closed the door softly behind her. Numbly, she walked back across the floor to the Foreign Relations correspondence room and sat down. She sat in silence for several minutes, rubbing her black and blue bruises on her neck. After a time she began to weep, and it was the first time she wept since her parents abandoned her at the orphanage as a little girl.

the three rapier destroyer glimmer under the suns rays they was escorting the behmoth of the sephrion space force the scimitar super destroyer behind them some 20 warhammer class battlecrusiers 15 spear class frigate and 24 missile frigates.

OOC: Is this future tech?

ooc iam but im still gonna smack him down
ic and some 340 raptor class fighters
coms to all ships asume attack poisions

The Fallen Races' Special Operations teams are well trained in the art of electronic hacking. If TFR is not allowed into the actual data area where that message was stored, we will get to it ourselves.

"Oh for the Cobra's sake..."
Fenriur was on the intercomm with Gelrios, monitering the Joint Conglomerates communications. "First that downed sattelite, and now this."

He reviewed the crash transmission and the following communication from JC again. And again.
"Sir?" Gelrios' foice floated from the comm.
"Sorry, I'm just thinking. Well, what do airial shots show?"
"Not much. They've got alot of areas blocked off from satillite and air photos."
Fenriur got up again and began to pace, taking a swig from his glass of hot Selrior wine. He looked around his office, one of the largest in the NIA (Nistolonian Intelligence Agency), walls covered in Nistolonian art, the far left one covered in view screens in front of a small table. The office had no lights, but as with all Nistolonians, Fenriur could see in the dark perfectly.

"Have we found anything else?"
"'fraid not, sir. Hackers are having a tough time breaking in. I can give you a huge list on the prices of tomatos in their capitols, though."
"Ha ha. Very funny." Fenriur took another drink. "So are you saying we have to send in operatives? Who do we have working their now?"
"No-one. It's a very small country, about 10-11 million people in it, and we never payed much attention. Whatever it is their hiding, they want it hidden bad. The spys we sent in were sent out on some trumped up charge."
"They want it hidden, eh? Well, if theirs one thing I can do, it's get information. A dagger in the dark is worth a thousand swords at dawn."

SOVIET LEADERS BROAD OF WAR AND TACTICS:
Location: Unknown
Transmission sat: 5869486SAT
Time: 14:00
Deep underground the base of the BWT the Admiral was thinking of what to say to the Emperor and the other leaders of the council for he must convince them that the need to go to war was needed in order to better humanity. It was almost time to talk to all the council and for them to make a conclusion that would suit him and the nation as a whole for it has been a long time since the nation has fought in combat. He walked up to the circle object then the light below him turn on then he could see all of the other councilmen in a hologram and know that they could see him as well and they could see everything on his face so they could tell if he was lying or not and they could see him twitch at every question. He said "Hello Sire and hello my fellow leaders. I am here today to tell you that the government in nation of Joint Conglomerates is going to threaten to make us keep trade with them they are saying that they we have no right to control our waters I have taken measures to stop trade with them and that if they let us see there communications records or all trade will stop." said the Admiral. They were are thinking for about 2 minutes and then the Emperor spoke and he said " If you fill that this is what is needed to get to what we want then we will stop all trade with them but I want to know how far we want to take this for I do not want this nation to keep its ways but they said they will take us to the WTO but I fill that we have every right to block trade with them." The meeting lasted over 5 hours and the conclusion the Admiral thought was not what he wanted but he was not going to fight the emperor.

OFFICAL STATMENT FROM SOVIET LEADERS
TO: the government of Joint Conglomerates
From: SOVIET LEADERS
To the federation of Joint Conglomerates we will not fire at the ships but we will not accept trade with your nation and we will let the ships dock only if they allow us to broad the ships and inspect them fully. We hope that this doesn't come to war with our nations and we do have the right to stop trade with any nation we chose if we have good reason and we do because our two nations our in the situation we are in we will be good targets for terrorist to use us and have one of our ships blow up and have our nations go into war when none of us know why.

Her Majesty's Government
T H E F O R E I G N & C O M M O N W E A L T H O F F I C E
Kingdom of Commonwealth Nations

Her Majesty's Government is deeply concerned with the situation in Joint Conglomerates.
The Prime Minister has asked to me to urge all parties involved to show restraint and to avoid armed conflict at all costs.
However, Her Majesty's Government is well aware of the human rights abuses that take place within the borders of Joint Conglomerates, and therefore asks the Government of Joint Conglomerates not to defy international good faith and allow independent human rights and nuclear inspectors into the country.
Her Majesty's Government is willing and ready to aid the pursuit of peace and human rights.

Lord David Cardiff
Her Majesty's Foreign Secretary

OOC: I do believe he is a company nationstates player much like Raven corps, or Weapons-tech incorp. He has no real " Nation" that he owns, he is located in many nations. I do believe thats what he is.

OOC: Oh no, the Federation governs an actual nation, but it treats that nations like a company. Like Raven Corps we also are pervasive throughout many other countries.

Her Majesty's Government
THE FOREIGN AND COMMONWEALTH OFFICE
Kingdom of Commonweath Nations

Her Majesty's Government is deeply worried with the continuing situation. Therefore, Her Majesty's Government would like to have it known, that if it does not receive confirmation that the Joint Conglomerates Government has invited independent human rights and nuclear inspectors within their borders, Her Majesty's Government will have no choice but to dismiss all bilateral agreements made with Joint Conglomerates. Her Majesty's Government will also order all companies trading with and registered in Joint Conglomerates to leave Her Majesty's realm.
Her Majesty's Government sincerely hopes that such action will be unnecessary. We do not enjoy hurting another nation financially, however Her Majesty's Government will have no other option if the Joint Conglomerates Government continues to defy international good faith.

Sir David Cardiff
Her Majesty's Foreign Secretary

IC:
Capt. Kavirinsky was weary of war. But he desired cyber combat. It was his pasttime, after all. He opened up his laptop and decided to roam the Internet. He looked at a list of communication servers for various people, countries, corporations, and the like. He sought out the Joint Conglomerates comm server, and was greeted by the standard name and pass box.

Secret IC:
He opened up PassBruteForce, and ran it. While it did that, he downed a bottle of Jolt and looked at his orders. His orders were to find, download, repair, and rebroadcast the transmission. Should be simple, Kavirinsky thought to himself.

In the cavernous, glass encased boardroom of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates, five hundred floors up....

The twelve CEOs of the Joint Conglomerations sat around the massive mahogany conference table. They all knew what was coming... They could feel it.

"Fine work with the Soviets, Chairwoman Mackensay," Chairman Stryker said, smiling. "That was a very well calculated maneuver, invoking the WTO like that. Inform them that if it will make them feel better, they may inspect our trade vessels." Chairwoman Mackensay weakly smiled back and subconsciously pulled at the scarf she had wrapped around her neck to cover the bruises. "In the meantime, however, I think it prudent to pursue the plea from the Commonwealth Nations. Oh, I simply love these weakling pacifists. How carelessly they dance right into our hands. Chairman Wagner, what of this threat from the, um..." Stryker briefly glanced at his dossier, "this threat from the Fallen Races?"

"Chairman Stryker, the notion that anyone could hack into the Federation of Joint Conglomerates communications mainframe is simply laughable. I don't care how good these shmucks are, the Centralville communications mainframe is encrypted so tightly it takes twelve hours alone to access it with the password. It's a veritable maze. Once you think you've broken one encryption, you realize that that was only an encryption for another encyrption... Human Resource Techies have literally been driven mad trying to do it."

Stryker nodded approvingly. "Chairman Laszlo, how secured are we internally? Those two Nistolonian spies we arrested the other day were dangerously close to uncovering.... well... That rather elaborate 'thing' we're planning." The other eleven laughed nervously.

"I am not concerned, Chairman Stryker. Now that we know Nistolonia is watching us, they won't be able to light a cigarette in that country without us seeing it. They'll never get within two hundred miles of the Centralville gates again, but they'll certainly have quite a bit on their hands dodging raiders in the Outer Limits. Just to be safe, however, I'll send a memo to the Black Agents. I'm sure they'll be delighted with standing orders to tear out the heart of every Nistolonian they come across."

_________________________________________________________________

MEMO
TO: SOVIET LEADERS
FROM: CHAIRWOMAN DEBRA MACKENSAY, FOREIGN RELATIONS MINISTER, CEO OF BIOGEN INDUSTRIES

Gentlemen, I am most pleased that you managed to see the wisdom of peace. We are dismayed that you have chosen not to accept our business anymore, but respect your decision. We will allow you to inspect our trade vessels docked in your ports, as of course, we have nothing to hide from the global community.

Thank you, and God bless the almighty Dollar.
_________________________________________________________________

MEMO:
TO: COMMONWEALTH NATIONS
FROM: CHAIRWOMAN DEBRA MACKENSAY, FOREIGN RELATIONS MINISTER, CEO OF BIOGEN INUSTIRES

While your request to send inspectors into our sovereign territory is, of course, completley out of the question, we share your desire to resolve this conflict peacefully and without the inconveniences to international business that come with war. The Federation invites the Commonwealth to act as intermediary to bring an end to this unfortunate, profit-hindering affair.

Thank you, and God bless the almighty Dollar.
_________________________________________________________________

[Loading CentralvilleEncrypt.]
[Encryptian Complete.]
[Sending Transmission]

MEMO
TO: THE BLACK AGENTS
FROM: CHAIRMAN MICHAEL LASZLO, INTERNAL AFFAIRS MINISTER, CEO OF CYBERTECH INDUSTRIES

I have an assignment for you, Agent 1. These Nistolonian spies are proving to be something of a nuisance to us. I want you to put an end to that. Your usual fee, plus a bonus for every Nistolonian you kill.

[Transmission Stopped]

Secret IC: After a while, the screen flashed up as 'Pass Broken - Server Activated.' He opened up a new query into the computer system. He hoped to utilize all the computers of his unit to force the system to drop the encryption cyphers. He dropped a message in the server:

"This is Captain Fen'Ris Kavirinsky of the The Fallen Races Special Operations team. Your server has been targeted for the sole purpose of retrieving a message. This message is being held in a server which I have broken into for Admin access. This server is now under my control. You have 20 minutes to hand over the message, unencrypted, to me. We have references to the old one, so we will not accept any fakes you give us. If the demands are not met, then this server will be targeted for a crash. If this goes down, all your communications go down. Don't do anything foolish."

The Rogue States of Phaelemium denounces Joint Conglomerates as a cruel and humanity oppressing nation. This cruelty will continue until we utterly destroy the Joint Conglomerates or the Truth is revealed for all to see.

I am sure all nations in my region will support this statement, to the death if need be.

The Truth may destroy your nation Joint Conglomerates but if it is not revealed, you will be.

Rantingly,
Anarchist Leader of Phaelemium

Her Majesty's Government
THE FOREIGN AND COMMONWEALTH OFFICE
Kingdom of Commonweath Nations

After careful consideration of the offer made by the Joint Conglomerates Government, the Cabinet has overwhelmingly decided the Her Majesty's Government will act as intermediary to resolve this tense situation.
However, Her Majesty's Government is extremely dissapointed that the Joint Conglomerates Government has decided to continue it defiance of international good faith by dismissing the idea of allow independent inspectors from the international community entering their country. Consequently, Her Majesty's Government has decided that it as no other option but to suspend all bilateral agreements and trade between our two countries until a solution has been found. We hope that strains of financial hardship faced by companies of the Joint Conglomerates, that rely upon Commonwealth forestry, financial services, and not to mention our burgeoning energy industry, will force the Joint Conglomerate Government to reconsider.

Sir David Cardiff
Her Majesty's Foreign Secretary

The Rogue States of Phaelemium believe it has gone to far to reason with them, only forced investigations or all out war will solve this now.

Oppinionatedly,
Anarchist Leader of Phaelemium

"We lost them. Caught by police and killed."
Gelrios' voice was as emotionaly detached as always.
Fenriur was not quite so calm. A muscle twitched in his neck.
"How many?"
"Two in the capitol, to police. Three nearby, to special forces types"
"Do they have any operatives here? Any companies?"
"They have a small branch of their company in Ge'thili."
"Get a miliary ops unit there. Get as much information as you can, capture a few high ranking officials, kill the rest. Inform the international community that they were sending military secrets back to the JC. Or whatever else you can think of."
"Yes sir."
Fenriur turned to his screen, running through the information on the Joint Conglomerates.
"Computer, patch me through to Nistolonian Military Command, line one."
The comm fuzzed for a second before a grumpy sounding General Rykon came on the line. Fenriur quickly outlined the situation. It did not help Rykons mood.

"Call up Sollion and Seph, contact the UIS tactical military base. Get me a few teams of Black Dragons in vipers on the double."
Rykon was briefly running through a list on his fingers to an aide.
"Bring the Nistolonian military up to full alert, Tell the Sollions to bring their military up to full alert. And bring me some coffee."
"Yesir!" The aide saluted and left.

OOC: Who are the "Raiders in the outer limits"?

Her Majesty's Government
THE PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICE
Kingdom of Commonweath Nations

I would like to personally take over this situation from my colleague, Her Majesty's Foreign Secretary, Sir David Cardiff.
I would like to urge the Phaelemium and Nistolonian Governments to show restraint and not to engage in armed conflict. Rather, I would urge both Governments to pursue other measures which may bring the Joint Conglomerates Government to reconsider its position. I have already ordered that our trade ties with Joint Conglomerates be suspended till a solution is found.
If however, such an agreement is not reached, then I may have no choice but to urge my Cabinet to look for other ways to tame the Joint Conglomerates.
For the moment however, I would ask all sides to show restraint until we have heard from the Joint Conglomerates.

Lord Glasgow
Her Majesty's Prime Minister
First Lord of the Treasury

TO: JOINT CONGLOMERATES
FROM: UNITED STATES OF SOUTHEASTASIA
Hello,

You have not given a response to me, Mr. Stryker. Will you let the USSEA investigator team in? It would be wondrous of you to let them into your nation. They shall be escorted by four F/A-22 Raptors, should things go wrong.

Sincerely,
His Excellency,
USSEA Minister of Foreign Affairs
Joshua Lin

Human Resource #9823-004A stepped into the office of Chairman David Wagner, Computer Technologies Administrator, and Ceo of Pantheon Industries. "What is it?" Wagner said tersely, not looking up from his personal console.

"Master, the mainframe has been forcedly accessed." Wagner looked up with in surprise. Then a delighted smile slowly began to form on his face.

"The Fallen Races managed it? Fantastic! We didn't think anyone could possibly get this far. I was beginning to think I'd never get a chance to try out my little toy..."

Wagner stood up and crossed the room to a landscape painting on the wall. He slid it back to reveal a retina scan-access safe, opened it and removed a small black cube.

"Load this into the data port, #9823-004A." The human resource obediently nodded and turned to walk back into the mainframe room.

Wagner chuckled softly to himself as he sat back down. "This shmuck is about to realize just how appropriate the word 'fallen' is for him," he thought to himself.

OOC: Fallen Races - let me kick you out of my mainframe, but not before you managed to obtain a fragment of a message that suggested Joint Conglomerates is planning a takeover of the UN. Nistolonia & commonwealth nations- Hang on, I'll get to you.

OOC: Why are you ignoring me?

MEMO
TO: JOSHUA LIN
FROM: CHAIRWOMAN DEBRA MACKENSAY, FOREING RELATIONS MINISTER, CEO OF BIOGEN INDUSTRIES

As we told the Commonwealth Nations, Mr. Lin, the notion of sending inspectors into Federation sovereign territory is completley out of the question. The Federation of Joint Conglomerates is a peaceful nation of happy and productive human resources. There is no cause for hostilities.

Thank you for your concern, and God bless the almighty dollar.

OOC. Could you reply to me! Cheers!

Mr. Lin chuckled at his response from the Joint Conglomerates Foreign Relations Minister. If the FJC was a 'peaceful nation of happy and productive human resources', why not let us in? The Chinese Malaysian then forward this to his colleagues in Wormholt Estate and Bastion Prime.

OOC: Sounds good.

IC:
Kavirinsky cursed. With a partial download, he got kicked from the server.
He overlooked the file. He opened up MessageReconstructor. After leaving it to analyze, he closed the laptop and went for a jog around the track. He needed to burn out his excess energy, and running was the most efficient way he knew. When he returned, the mesaage played.

"Help us! Joint Conglomerates is planning a takeover of the UN!" The rest wasn't finished. He stopped it, and rebroadcast it over towards Central HQ.

OOC: Since my nation is a part of the UN, 'forwarding' it to me would be a good idea. :)

bring all weapon online and target the capiatal citty

As many of our nations are part of the UN, this concerns many of us.
I will heed the Commonwealth Nations advice, but at the first move against the UN in force, I will attack the Joint Conglomerates.

Apprehensively,
Phaelemiums' Anarchist Ruler

Kavirinsky got a call-back from his CO.
"Prepare for launch. We're moving out against Joint Conglomerates. The message was forwarded as appropriate."

"Dragoon Squadron! FLARE UP!" Kavirinsky boarded Dragoon Leader in preparation for launch. The Valkyrie Class Helicopter Attack Cruiser (10 in TFR's Navy,) Dragoon, cast off from the port city of Quetza'Thalas in preparation for a move towards Joint Conglomerates.

Chairwoman Mackensay stepped into Chairman Stryker's office.

"You asked to see me, Stryker?" Chairman Stryker looked up and smiled.

"Debra, approximately six hours after our execution of the five Nistolonian spies, a branch of Chairwoman Cleveland’s weapons firm in Nistolonia was raided by military. Managing Units there were captured and all underling human resources were killed. In addition, Chairman Wagner informs me that despite our best efforts, the Fallen Races obtained a fragment of one of our communications. This communication, Debra, was located in the file dealing with the Federation’s designs on the UN.” Panic suddenly gripped Mackensay’s stomach.

“What!” she practically screamed in fear. Stryker put a hand up, gesturing to let him finish.

“We do not know if the fragment contained anything of great significance, Chairwoman. However, the risk is too great. The Commonwealth Nations and Southeast Asia, meanwhile, are garnering more and more support in the international community for inspectors to be allowed into the Federation. Obviously, this cannot happen. We do not know if the message fragment Fallen Angels stole would give them an excuse, but I would prefer not to take that chance. Thus, given the unprecedented escalation of these recent events, I’ve come to the decision that we need to execute our little scheme ahead of schedule. Would you do the honors?"

My God, Mackensay thought to herself... We're actually going ahead with this. She nodded and without another word, turned and walked to the communications room.

In an unknown location twenty five yards from UN headquarters...

Human Resource #5923-00Q sat in the drivers seat of a large, white van in an abandoned parking garage. He had been there for three days now, not moving, not thinking (for it was not his function to think, after all). Suddenly his company phone rang. He picked it up, pressed the 'receive' button and put the phone to his ear.

"Execute order Gamma-Gamma-Orange, effective immediately," came the icy, metallic voice. The line went dead. #5923-00Q closed the phone and changed into a janitor’s overalls. He donned a gray hat that said “Speedy’s Cleaning Service,” picked up the black case on the van floor and got out. He quickly walked the few blocks to the United Nations Headquarters and approached the back entrance. “Custodial service,” he muttered to the bored looking security guard reading a porn magazine. The guard distractedly gestured him to enter and #5923-00Q stepped inside and descended the flight of stairs to the building’s foundation. At the massive central corner stone, he knelt and opened the black case to reveal the elaborate time bomb. He activated it, then turned and walked back up the stairs and out of the building. As he walked back towards the garage, he felt the massive percussion of the explosion and crash of the entire UN Headquarters as it slid in a pile of rubble to the ground. He didn’t even look back.

MEMO
TO: ALL MEMBERS OF THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY
FROM: CHAIRMAN WILLIAM STRYKER, LEADER OF THE FEDERATION OF JOINT CONGLOMERATES, CEO OF OMNIPRESENT INC.

Ladies and gentlemen, a tragedy of the highest degree has occurred. The Joint Conglomerates has recently learned that the United Nations headquarters has been destroyed by an unknown group of militant liberal extremists. I personally want to assure the members of the global community that the Federation of Joint Conglomerates will do everything in it's power to see that these monsters are brought to justice. In the meantime, we are, as I am sure you are, highly concerned about the effect this will have on global stability. That is why I offer up the Federation to serve as a temporary emergency international governing body. When global confusion has subsided, we of course will give up our power, but in the meantime, a strong centralized force is what is needed to preserve global stability. We already have the full support of an overwhelming majority of surviving UN delegates, who have also assured me the full military support of their nations should anyone take violent action against the Federation of Joint Conglomerates as this would be seen as a deliberate act against global stability.

Rest assured, ladies and gentleman. The Federation is in firm control of the situation.

Anarchist Leader of Phaelemium in his HQ of Intelligence...

Phaelemus:"This is terrible!! The UN might fall apart because of this!!"

Grift(Head of Phaelemium Intelligence:"The Joint Conglomerates say that everything is under control..."

Phaelemus:"Exactly!!"

Grift:"Uh sir?"

Phaelemus: "Quoth the Joint Conglomerates 'Rest assured, ladies and gentleman. The Federation is in firm control of the situation.' That is what I am afraid of..."

Phaelemus pauses not sure whether to make the decision...

Phaelemus:"Send all Intelligence operatives in reserve to the Joint Conglomerate nation, send all Information Intelligence operatives to investigate the destruction of UN headquarters. We can't trust the Joint Conglomerates, and I think they are behind all this."

Grift:"Yessir!"

"I don't BELIEVE IT!" Tetra was in his office, reading the papers. The Elven script Quetza'Thalas Chancellor reported that the UN headquarters had been destroyed. Due to a message, it was immediately thought by the paper that Joint Conglomerates, where the message originated, had propagated the attack.

"What do we do, sir?" asked his secretary, his wife Miharu Akimoto.

"We issue an ultimatum."

"Yes sir." She moved to her desk. She began typing the government response.

Encrypted message:

FROM THE DESK OF THE TETRA-ASSASSIN, LORD OF THE PROTECTORATE OF THE FALLEN RACES

It has been noted that the UN headquaters was destroyed yesterday by a bomb. We feel that Joint Conglomerates, the country which issued the warning message before, is responsible for such an attack. It is therefore ORDERED that SpecOps move out to assassinate the leader of Joint Conglomerates.

<Message Sent.>

No longer encrypted:
Uncoded message to Joint Conglomerates:

You have the wrath of many nations knocking on your door right now. Do the right thing, and admit that your government is corrupt and wishing to send the world into chaos.

<Message Sent>

In the cavernous, glass encased boardroom of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates, five hundred floors up....

The twelve CEOs of the Joint Conglomerations sat around the massive mahogany conference table. They all knew what was coming... They could feel it.

"Fine work with the Soviets, Chairwoman Mackensay," Chairman Stryker said, smiling. "That was a very well calculated maneuver, invoking the WTO like that. Inform them that if it will make them feel better, they may inspect our trade vessels." Chairwoman Mackensay weakly smiled back and subconsciously pulled at the scarf she had wrapped around her neck to cover the bruises. "In the meantime, however, I think it prudent to pursue the plea from the Commonwealth Nations. Oh, I simply love these weakling pacifists. How carelessly they dance right into our hands. Chairman Wagner, what of this threat from the, um..." Stryker briefly glanced at his dossier, "this threat from the Fallen Races?"

"Chairman Stryker, the notion that anyone could hack into the Federation of Joint Conglomerates communications mainframe is simply laughable. I don't care how good these shmucks are, the Centralville communications mainframe is encrypted so tightly it takes twelve hours alone to access it with the password. It's a veritable maze. Once you think you've broken one encryption, you realize that that was only an encryption for another encyrption... Human Resource Techies have literally been driven mad trying to do it."

Stryker nodded approvingly. "Chairman Laszlo, how secured are we internally? Those two Nistolonian spies we arrested the other day were dangerously close to uncovering.... well... That rather elaborate 'thing' we're planning." The other eleven laughed nervously.

"I am not concerned, Chairman Stryker. Now that we know Nistolonia is watching us, they won't be able to light a cigarette in that country without us seeing it. They'll never get within two hundred miles of the Centralville gates again, but they'll certainly have quite a bit on their hands dodging raiders in the Outer Limits. Just to be safe, however, I'll send a memo to the Black Agents. I'm sure they'll be delighted with standing orders to tear out the heart of every Nistolonian they come across."

_________________________________________________________________

MEMO
TO: SOVIET LEADERS
FROM: CHAIRWOMAN DEBRA MACKENSAY, FOREIGN RELATIONS MINISTER, CEO OF BIOGEN INDUSTRIES

Gentlemen, I am most pleased that you managed to see the wisdom of peace. We are dismayed that you have chosen not to accept our business anymore, but respect your decision. We will allow you to inspect our trade vessels docked in your ports, as of course, we have nothing to hide from the global community.

Thank you, and God bless the almighty Dollar.
_________________________________________________________________

MEMO:
TO: COMMONWEALTH NATIONS
FROM: CHAIRWOMAN DEBRA MACKENSAY, FOREIGN RELATIONS MINISTER, CEO OF BIOGEN INUSTIRES

While your request to send inspectors into our sovereign territory is, of course, completley out of the question, we share your desire to resolve this conflict peacefully and without the inconveniences to international business that come with war. The Federation invites the Commonwealth to act as intermediary to bring an end to this unfortunate, profit-hindering affair.

Thank you, and God bless the almighty Dollar.
_________________________________________________________________

[Loading CentralvilleEncrypt.]
[Encryptian Complete.]
[Sending Transmission]

MEMO
TO: THE BLACK AGENTS
FROM: CHAIRMAN MICHAEL LASZLO, INTERNAL AFFAIRS MINISTER, CEO OF CYBERTECH INDUSTRIES

I have an assignment for you, Agent 1. These Nistolonian spies are proving to be something of a nuisance to us. I want you to put an end to that. Your usual fee, plus a bonus for every Nistolonian you kill.

[Transmission Stopped]



Agent 7 decided to take the job despit the low pay. He had been listening to the meeting and decided that he neede to know more of his targets. As the board members spoke Agent 7 stepped out a shdow in the room

" ladies and gentleman of the board, my name is agent 7. I'll be your assasin for today. I understand you want me to kill spies. Well spies are crafty. I need to know thier last location known and fast every second that passes is time for them to gather intell" said Agent 7 looking a his arm computer.

Her Majesty's Government
PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICE
Kingdom of Commonwealth Nations

It is with deep regret that Her Majesty's Government announces it intentions to suspend all diplomatic relations with the Joint Conglomerates.
Her Majesty's Ambassador to the Joint Conglomerates was ordered by me, that if he did not receive assurances from the Conglomerate Government by 18:00GMT, that it would immedietly grant entry to independent human rights and weapons inspectors, a state of hostility would exisit between our two nations.
I have to tell you know, that no such assurances have been given, and that consequently, Her Majesty's Government is preparing to take action WITH the international community.
Her Majesty's Government is asking all nations monitoring this situation to side with us and take action.

Lord Glasgow
Her Majesty's Prime Minister
First Lord of the Treasury

We understand fully what you say, the Joint Conglomerate nation has been nothing but trouble and ever approaching demise for the International Community as we know it. Our Intelligence agents have further uncovered for sure that it was the Joint Conglomerate that blew up the UN building.
How do we know this you say?, we have captured and "decoded", for we cannot interrogate so inhuman a subject, #5923-00Q and found out how the plan was carried out.
War is coming, remember Joint Conglomerate you have brought this on yourselves.

In dire Emergency,
Anarchist Leader of Phaelemium

The official position of the People of the Holy Republic of Malcabo is as follows:

- Whereas the Joint Conglomerates is a vital trade partner in the global economy

- Whereas neither the United Nations nor the Joint Conglomerates has any official diplomatic ties with the Holy Republic of Malccabo

-Whereas it is the sole purpose of the Malcaban government to enrich its loyal citizens by exporting as much as possible

-Whereas the primary source of international trade revenue for the Holy Republic of Malcabo is derived from Arms Manufacturing

The Holy Republic of Malcabo hereby declares the following:

+ The Holy Republic of Malcabo will be contracting with individual governments participating in this conflict indiscriminately, dealing with each country and its weapons purchases on an equal basis. The Malcalban government hereby states that its Arms Manufacturing services are available at the disposal of the highest bidder.

+The Malcaban government retains the right to alter this amendment as it sees fit.


-Chief Consul Vincentius

We understand fully what you say, the Joint Conglomerate nation has been nothing but trouble and ever approaching demise for the International Community as we know it. Our Intelligence agents have further uncovered for sure that it was the Joint Conglomerate that blew up the UN building.
How do we know this you say?, we have captured and "decoded", for we cannot interrogate so inhuman a subject, #5923-00Q and found out how the plan was carried out.
War is coming, remember Joint Conglomerate you have brought this on yourselves.

In dire Emergency,
Anarchist Leader of Phaelemium

OOC: I would like to see where you RPed the capture... cause I am sure that JC would like to know.

The Helicopter Attack Carrier Dragoon stopped shortly before Joint Conglomerates territorial waters.
"Drop anchor. We're holding position for JC's response."
"Yes sir." Kavirinsky strode back to the bridge. He watched the monitors with intent. Dragoon Corps was getting restless. They desired blood. And they refused to back down if they were surrounded.

MEMO
TO: MEMBERS OF THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY
FROM: CHAIRMAN WILLIAM STRYKER, TEMPORARY EMERGENCY GLOBAL SOVEREIGN

Ladies and gentleman, these accusations some of you have leveled against my happy, free and peaceful nation are deeply hurtful. The thought that we could possibly be behind the attack on the UN is simply asinine and false, and any nation that propagates such a falsehood clearly seeks to capitalize on the current state of global confusion. The Federation merely seeks bring peace to all, while the Commonwealth Nations, Nistolonia, Fallen Races and others of their ilk seek only power. They are corrupted and evil, and should be warned that, as I have said, surviving UN delegates have promised swift retrobution to those that seek to hinder the rebuilding process.

My first action as Emergency Dictator is to mobilize Combat Human Resource units as well as the Federation's legions of droid combat units (provided by the fine, upstanding Cybertech Industries corporation). Myself and the board members of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates feel that this is a necessary first step to ensuring international security. Under the guidance of the almighty Dollar, we hope to bring efficiency, productivity and profitability to the world once more.

Again, ladies and gentlemen, you need not be concerned. The Federation of Joint Conglomerates is in firm control.
_________________________________________________________________

The twelve executives turned and looked at the Black Agent that had just stepped out of the shadows. At the head of the massive conference table, Chairman Stryker smiled.

"Agent 7. I'm pleased to see you've thwarted our extensive security. May I offer you a drink?" The agent said nothing and simply continued to stand there. "Very well then," Stryker continued brightly. "As Chairman Laszlo said in his memo to you, we are concerned about Nistolonian intelligence operatives in our fair nation. The other day, we apprehended and executed five. But the situation has escalated sharply. Now the Fallen Races, Commonwealth Nations and several others have issued threats against us as well. In fact, we have reason to believe that the Fallen Races have designs on my life." Stryker laughed softly to himself and continued, "Given the precarious international condition right now and the importance of our global administration as acting emergency dictators, the security of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates is vital." Stryker leaned forward. All pleasantness vanished from his face and in a hard, cold voice said, "I need you to cut every throat that crosses us, Agent 7. Your usual fee is hereby triple its usual amount. Now go do it."

Without a word, the Black Agent stepped back into the shadows and disappeared.

The first set of 20 choppers, Kavirinsky on board, lifted off from the deck of the HAC Dragoon. It was not known whether they would return alive or not. Kavirinsky sighed. He had been thorugh this before. Back in the Newvarian war, he had guided Dragoon 7 to an assault on it's capital city. Now, it was here to wreak havoc on the capital some more.

"Kavirinsky to Dragoon Protector."
"Dragoon Protector here."
"Anything on radar?"
"Nothing detected. Keep going."
"Very well. Over and out."

MEMO
TO: MALCABAN GOVERNMENT
FROM: CHAIRWOMAN DEBRA MACKENSAY, FOREIGN RELATIONS MINISTER, CEO OF BIOGEN INDUSTRIES

I have been authorized by Chairman Stryker to ensure that the Federation is secured as the winning bidder for Malcaban arms supply. Whatever bid other nations make, we will better it. On a personal note, I must say I admire your excellent business style in capitalizing on this situation. When this unfortunate conflict has been resolved, we should maintain duel enterprise efforts.

Thank you, and God bless the almighty Dollar.

In the office of Chairman Eisner, Head of Military Operations, CEO of PanGlobal Enterprises....

"Sir, the Federation satellite network has just intercepted electronic signals from twenty Fallen Races choppers. We are under attack," Human Resource #3381-00B stated emotionlessly.

Chairman Eisner smiled softly to himself and said, "Delicious. Command the weapons system to fry them all, along with their naval carrier. Then mobilize seven hundred thousand droid security units to fortify Federation borders."

#3381-00B nodded obediently and went to perform his function.

Secret IC:
agent 7 was outside the building when his radar picked up the dragoon choppers.

" This is not good." thought Agent 7 to himself as he pulled his Agent sniper rifle off his back. The rifle detacted off the holder with a slight snap. Agent 7 checked the scopes and sights and loaded the rifle with deplited uranium rounds. Then leaped on to the roof tops of the capitol city. He checked the location of the choppers "inbound north. Coor. 69 north west 70 mid attack altitude." said the arm battle CPU. Agent 7 climbed to to correct hieght to engage the pilots of the dragoons now he only need to wait.

OOC: Check your telegrams, Conglomerates.

"All units, this is the Dragoon Protector. You have inbound!"
"Understood! OK boys! Take attack formatuions!" Kavirinsky barked over the radio. Just before that, missles were detected as launching. The helicopters dropped chaffs and flares all over the place. Some missles went...others did not. Dragoon 1, 7, and 11 fell from the sky, Kavirinsky with them. None of the choppers which fell, nor their passengers, survived the impact. The others target the SAM sites which targeted them, hoping to end the barrage.

In international waters, the Dragoon came under attack from something. They never knew what it was. The Dragoon retreated back to TFR waters, but not before calling for Sentinel to help and unleashing the other 40 choppers.

The official position of the People of the Holy Republic of Malcabo is as follows:

- Whereas the Joint Conglomerates is a vital trade partner in the global economy

- Whereas neither the United Nations nor the Joint Conglomerates has any official diplomatic ties with the Holy Republic of Malccabo

-Whereas it is the sole purpose of the Malcaban government to enrich its loyal citizens by exporting as much as possible

-Whereas the primary source of international trade revenue for the Holy Republic of Malcabo is derived from Arms Manufacturing

The Holy Republic of Malcabo hereby declares the following:

+ The Holy Republic of Malcabo will be contracting with individual governments participating in this conflict indiscriminately, dealing with each country and its weapons purchases on an equal basis. The Malcalban government hereby states that its Arms Manufacturing services are available at the disposal of the highest bidder.

+The Malcaban government retains the right to alter this amendment as it sees fit.


-Chief Consul Vincentius

I will give you an offer of B$60 billion (about 15 billion US dollars.) This is an amount that JC cannot match. It will be raised as necessary.

Agent 7 watched as the dragoons fell and evaded the missles. he was no longer needed in this event. He put his rifle back and continued on his original mission to kill the spies. He needed to find them. He jumped down on to the streets to find some info. Becuase of the chooper attack normal people would be frantic but spies would be a diferent type of frantic, more along the lines of oragnized franticness. He only need to watch....

Rykon looked at the vid-screens showing the destruction of the UN building. He wasnt feeling much remorse; after all, only 3 Nistolonians had died, Delegate Uion being off world when it happened, but he did feel annoyed. These terrorists were good. Very good. Maybe as good as Nistolonia's own terrorism units. That was not good.
The Nistolonian battlefleets were being prepared, even though it wasnt known who exactly they were attacking. However, the upper staff at the JC building they had raided had said they heard reports of something...big. That was all that he had heard, but it still was enough to make Rykon nervous. The JC had the money and, more importantly, the drive, to do something like this.
His comm-unit beeped. "Sir, the Sollion fleet is mobilizing. They will be ready for combat in two standard hours."
How typicly Sollion. Efficient. Able to bring several million fighting men and vehicles to full combat readiness in two hours was quite a feat.
He turned back to the vid-screens.
"Corporal?" He spoke to the nearby Nistolonian at a compter screen.
"Yes sir?"
"Report"
"The Fallen Races have sent in attack helicopters towards the Joint Conglomerates. About 3 have been destroyed from the JC defence net. The JC have mobilizied their droid armies."
"Very well. Put the fleet on red alert. Wait for the Sollions to prep. Then we'll see"

OOC: please RP the spies now....

Dragoon Squadron, fully formed except for the 3 which went down, halted 5 miles from the seat of government. Then, 720 units rappeled down from their assigned choppers. As the choppers moved back from the capital, back towards the crash site, Corporal Jovia Venktura, a female officer, looked at the group.

"OK guys. Let's get rolling." As the group moved through the trees, they had only hoped that they could save Joint Conglomerates from a very nasty, brutal war.

OOC: Nistolonia's not stupid. They aren't going to put any more spies into the JC, especially since a purple skinned elf sticks out like a sore thumb among oridnary humans. The only spies will be a few Black Dragon insurgent teams

OOC: Nistolonia's not stupid. They aren't going to put any more spies into the JC, especially since a purple skinned elf sticks out like a sore thumb among oridnary humans. The only spies will be a few Black Dragon insurgent teams

OOC: now RP them!

Her Majesty's Government
MINISTRY OF DEFENCE
Kingdom of Commonwealth Nations

The Prime Minister has given me the authority to send ten warships of Her Majety's Royal Commonwealth Navy and 100 fighter jets of Her Majesty's Royal Air Force if the need arises. All of Her Majesty's armed forces are on standby.
Her Majesty's Government is sure that the international community will not let the defiance of international good faith shown by Joint Conglomerates prevail.
However, we continue to hope that the need for armed conflict can still be averted. Our intelligence already shows that our embargo on Joint Conglomerates has been successful, with the country short on energy supplies.
Her Majesty's Government still insists that the Joint Conglomerates Government rethink its position.

Her Majesty's First Lord of the Admiralty
&
Her Majesty's Chief of Defence Staff

OOC: maybe the black agents could spy on FJC enemies and report their battle plans? actually, i think that'd be pretty cool.

IC:

"Chairman Eisner, the interplanetary weapons system managed to destroy only three of the twenty Fallen Races attack choppers," reported Human Resource #3892-00B blandly.

"Damn it! What about their carrier?"

"It's evasive action proved effective." Chairman Eisner, Military Operations Minister, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "That God damn Laszlo" he thought. "He has one stupid job, to make sure the weapons work..." He looked at the human resource.

"Have you mobilized the seven hundred thousand combat droid units?"

"Yes, Chairman. The droid units have emmassed to intercept the approaching Fallen Races ground forces." Seven hundred thousand combat droids were more than enough to handle one squadron of purple elves, Eisner knew. Hell, twenty of the unthinking, unfeeling, uberpowerful droid units would be enough. But he also knew that this was only the beginning... He picked up the phone and called Stryker.

OOC: no one do anything else yet!!! let me post this thing before you do

OOC: Sorry, I starting writing this before that was posted....

From the Malcaban Information Ministry News Agency:

Dateline Malcabo:

The Malcaban Minister of Defense has just announced in a press conference that he will be mobilizing the Weapons Sales operations for the first time ever today, saying that "these times present the Malcaban people with a great opportunity- that is, to show the world that even a nation as small and young as ours, when shaped by such a form of government, is a force to be reckoned with. For now, our supplies and military will working in conjunction to the Joint Conglomerates, as we have reached an undestanding with them that they will beat any price offered by another nation. As the Fallen Races has offered the enormous sum of B$60 Billion, we assume that JC will raise that to at least B$65 Billion, because of their stronger economy. However, we want to inform the global community that we are still keeping an open mind as the situation unfolds. We are also warning other nations not to attack our men directly, as we are not directly involved in the conflict. If we are attacked, then we will be forced to fight. Seeing that our military itself is relatively small due to our population, we will be left with little choice other than using purchased WMD's. May God forgive the souls of transgressors."

The Malcaban Navy Vessel MNV Malcabo City will be launched at 23:00 hours tonight, as well as the accompanying Malcaban 9th Fleet and is expected to have reached the waters near the Joint Conglomerates within CENSORED hours of departure, using the Malcaban Naval Engine (soon to be released to the international market).

In the same press conference, the Minister concluded with the enigmatic remark, "In addition, we will now commence Operation Alpha." He did not stay for further questioning.

-MIMNA Writer #1123

OOC: to other nations: this is where you either let me through to JC, fire upon my ships, or find some other possible turn of events

Stryker slowly put down the phone, this eyes clamped tightly shut. He could feel his old enemy The Rage building up inside him... He had let it overtake him with Debra Mackensay... He knew he could not allow that to happen now. He opened his eyes and looked up at Chairman Michael Laszlo, Internal Affairs Minister and Ceo of CyberTech Industries.

"Laszlo. That was Eisner. Apparently your beloved satellite missile network which you assured me was infallible destroyed only three of the twenty Fallen Race choppers." Chairman Laszlo was unphazed.

"Chairman, the network is our first in an unprecedentedly long line of national defenses. The deployed Fallen Race ground forces are already doomed." Laszlo leaned forward in his chair. "Let's pretend for a minute that a few of the Fallen Races forces somehow manage to survive the continued barrage of long distance missiles Eisner is firing at them and reached Centralville borders, hm? There are seven hundred thousand droid units assembled there, plus an additional two million droid and human resource combattants in Centralville. Though frankly, ten of those droids would be enough to handle mere ground forces."

"We aren't just dealing with Fallen Races, you silly little man!" Stryker felt The Rage flaring up within him... Keep it under control, he thought. "The Commonwealth Nations, Nistolonia and Phealemium have all assembled battle fleets around and in our territorial waters." Still Laszlo did not even blink.

"Stryker, CyberTech Industries designed the original Droid Combattant. Let me assure you of something: No human force can stand up to them. Have you seen one, Chairman? They are eight feet tall, each weighing four tons. A single Droid Combattant is armed with a variety of missiles, cannons and ultra-high calibre machine rifles any nation would envy. We have tested them as being capable of taking a full-on impact from a missile and still continue to function.... Besides," Laszlo sat back demurely and crossed his legs. "You know as well as I do that these other nations have no capability for real war. They haven't got the stomach, the heart to do what it really takes. To crush your opponent incomparably. To wring every last enemy soldier dry of blood." He smiled. "You read that communique from the Commonwealth Nations. The pansies are still hoping for peace." Laszlo threw back his head and laughed.

Five black stealth choppers circle the Malcabon naval vessel and land. Within three hours they are speeding back to the Federation of Joint Conglomerates with the massive amounts of devastating weapons technology and arms.

Five black stealth choppers circle the Malcabon naval vessel and land. Within three hours they are speeding back to the Federation of Joint Conglomerates with the massive amounts of devastating weapons technology and arms.
OOC: That was very cheap of you, but it works for me! :p

OOC: That was very cheap of you, but it works for me! :p

OOC: for god's sake something has to be easy for me!

OOC: Who do you want me to spy on? give me the target.

OOC: Commonwealth if you please.

The agents moved stealthily through the streets of Centralville. They knew the task, and they saw the capital building. All the units put on silencers and moved towards the city. Wearing "JC SWAT" fatigues, they moved towards the capital building, without giving anyone any sucpicion of what they were actually doing.

OOC: Characters from my nation are identified based on occupation. I lack imagination.

The Admiral of the Ninth Fleet looks out at the foreign ships from the bridge aboard the MNV Malcabo City.

"I hope we don't get any crap from those guys."

His staff officer looks up from counting the money in the silver briefcase.

"But sir, we've already sold the weapons. Why would they want to stop us from going home?"

"Going home? HA! This party's just getting started, ensign. Just you wait."

The Admiral blows his head in prayer towards the crucifix hanging on the wall for just a brief second, then glances up towards the foreign fleet looming on the horizon.

"BATTLESTATIONS READY!"

The agents moved stealthily through the streets of Centralville. They knew the task, and they saw the capital building. All the units put on silencers and moved towards the city. Wearing "JC SWAT" fatigues, they moved towards the capital building, without giving anyone any sucpicion of what they were actually doing.

OOC: I will spy as soon as I take care of this......

"Well gentleman, what else do you suggest?" Uchiha Sasuke mocked the assembled leaders from the Rogue Nation of Wormholt Estate, who shuffled uneasily at the table. "The time for negotiation has passed, we will declare our allegiance to our allies who will attempt a peaceful investigation of the region. Should they be hindered in any way we have no option but to declare war." The amassed ministers gasped softly.
"Uzumaki," Sasuke addressed his head of defence, "Dispatch five SSN-774 Virginia Class Submarines to the waters north of the Joint Conglomerates main shipping lanes. And have a Blackbird look for a nest," he hinted quietly, before abruptly getting up from the table, leaving his cabinet to gossip feverishly as he left the room.

Message from Phaelemus to Grift national security leader.
Phaelemus:"Go in with your intelligence men, make your way towards the capitol, we must know what is in store for the attacking forces."

Grift:"What if there are anti espionage forces in the area?"

Phaelemus:"Act as the populace would in a time of war, but stick to your mission, we must know more."

Grift:"Okay we are nearing the capitol, cutting communications so there is less chance of discovery."
...
Phaelemus:"May freedom go with you."
-End Transmission-

Corp. Venktura was on her toes. She knew what to expect. After all, she was trained by the best: Captain Fen'Ris Kavirinsky. After seeing her mentor go down, she was concerned about how her group could hold up. She moved quickly through the city streets, stopping for nobody. She stopped. She pulled her radio from her utility belt.
"All teams. I think we have an enemy agent somewhere in this city."
"That's understood."

TO: Joint Conglomerates Minister of Foreign Affairs
FROM: USSEA PRIME MINISTER YAO YANG NELSON NEO

Dear Mrs. Mackenby,

Half an hour ago, we have sent a PX-801 to your nation's main airport. Inside include a team of independent civilian investigators, lead by Doctor Felix Dae-Jung Wang. The plane is unarmed. Should you send a squadron to shoot it down, you are thereby declaring an act of war on the USSEA. Let them do their business.

Sincerely,
His Leadership
Prime Minister of the United States of Southeastasia
Yao Yang Nelson Neo

OOC: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't be in the city streets because Centralville is surrounded by the seven hundred thousand droid units, remember? What'd be good is if your first wave of attack was ambushed and annhilated, then the nations allied against me could regroup and defeat FJC in one giant battle.... Oh, and don't destroy FJC, guys. Stop me from taking over the UN, obviously, but I'd like to continue using this country.

(OOC)
Two things, JC:

1. How would I know if they exist? That was a conversation which falls along the guidelines for a Secret IC post.

2. OK, so what if they are there? If they aren't set up, what good do they do you? You need to RP them being armed and tracing us. And besides, 700,000 is numberwanking, so don't try it.

OOC: I said I would Take care of them for you.

At her desk in the Foreign Relations Bureau, Debra Mackensay sat and listened to the distant sound of the battle, taking deep drags on a cigarette. She took a deep breath and looked again at the communique from president of Southeast Asia. "Ms. Mackenby?" she muttered. "Just who the hell does this insignificant little loser think he is?" The Federation of Joint Conglomerates was at war. This would be no time for her to play the diplomat. She put the cigarette out and began to write.
_________________________________________________________________

MEMO
TO: MR. CHING FUN WU OR WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS
FROM: CHAIRWOMAN DEBRA MACKENSAY, YOUR MOTHER

Are you serious? A team of inspectors? At this point? Look around you, you fool. World War III is happening. I find your little "inspectors" to be laughable, I find you nation to be laughable and I fnd you to be laughable. You are, quite frankly, a waste of resources that might otherwise be put to good use making money. I am sure that you will now "mobilize" your piveling little "forces" against us, and I would not want to keep you from that. You should know, then, not to waste time recalling your "inspection team," because they have already been vaporized by our satellite weapons system, rather similarly to the manner in which whatever "forces" you deploy will be vaporized. Now shut up and get the hell out of my way.

OOC:

Can we get a mod to lock this? This is a clear-cut case of n00bishness, and this should end now!

OOC: Fallen Races - I thought you'd stumble upon them. Like, you'd think you were nearing Centralville without any trouble, and then all of a sudden an ocean of robots with guns was there. Black Agents - Nistolonia and Phaelemium have both deployed secret agents in Centralville.

The Prime Minister was reading an intelligence report in the Prime Ministry Office when he heard a beeping sound come from his Blackberry. He pulled it out and quickly read through it.

"That was nice." the politician said in a sarcastic tone, nonetheless, he still remained diplomatic.

He got to punching letters on the Blackberry. This was what he wrote:

Dear Chairwoman Debra Mackenby,

That was a nice way to respond. The team of investigators are on the way. Let them do their business. You surely don't need another nation against you. As you may have noticed, our ally, the Rogue Nation of Wormholt Estate is backing us in this. I don't want to bring on violence. Please let them in.

Sincerely,
His Leadership
Prime Minister of the United States of Southeastasia
Yao Yang Nelson Neo

The Fallen Races OOC:

Can we get a mod to lock this? This is a clear-cut case of n00bishness, and this should end now!

well it is not like you are trying to help him. You ring him about godmodding and then you leave him there feeling stupid. The most polite thing to do and the right thing to do would finish the RP while helping him along the way. But you cant seem to grasp this concept.

OOC: Okay, I think we're all kinda sick of this RP by now. Hurry up and reclaim international freedoms and basic human rights and be done with it. Remember, don't destroy me.

OOC: My apologies. I've TG'd JC about them.

Ok, back to IC:

Corp. Venktura was just kind of crazy at that moment. Waving off her comrades, she moved closer to the city's government center. She moved to the back where she saw an opening. She leaped in an open window...and fell 20 feet into the Senate floor. She ran out, and through the winding staircases of the building. At the top, there was one door. She forced it open and found JC's leader in a chair, suprised.

"You have 30 minutes to force the Legislature to restore human rights and pledge to rebuild the UN offices. Or TFR will take your nation. Understand?"

Chairman Stryker looked at the gun pointed at him. Then he looked at the eleven other terrified CEOs of the Federation of Joint Conglomerates... To their amazement smiled his usual cold, robotic smile at them and shrugged. He turned back to look at the woman with the gun.

"You know, you're very attractive," he murmured. The enemy soldier recoiled in disgust and pistol whipped him in the face with the butt of her gun and watched him as he doubled over. Then, to her amazement Stryker simply straightened up, wiped the blood from his mouth with a velvet handerchief and kept smiling. "You heard the woman, Chairwoman Mackensay," he said brightly. "She's beaten us fair and square! Stand us down."

Debra Mackensay slowly reached for the phone and to make the necessary calls, her eyes never leaving the glinting pistol in the woman's hand.

"Now if you don't mind, my dear," Stryker said to the woman with the gun, "we were in the middle of a very important meeting."

Never had the enemy soldier been more afraid of a completley helpless man.

OOC: careful JC thats borderline GM.
Sorry we couldn't help more. never really got a moment to operate.

OOC: woops. sorry. fallen races was right, i am new at this... I'm having a lot of fun though with it though. thanks a lot guys. black agents, don't apologize, you're my only ally.

Great. I'm assuming this is over? Or can we do this the way JC wants and have the Fallen Races get defeated--no offence, but 750 troops have no chance against a defended city, battledroids or no--and then everyone can come on in and blow Centerville into oblivion or whatever.

OOC: Fallen I will GM just a little tiny bit- please forgive me- I didn't kill them just knocked them out.


As Venktura stood there watching the CEo get back up. Agent 7 walked in behind her with his sword drawn.

" Turned and face me... NOW!" said Agent 7 who had just dispatched some other people in the same suits as hers.

Agent 7 moved forward and held his sword at ready.

OOC: Is Chairman Stryker a robot?

The Admiral promptly gets shot by the First Mate. The Malcaban Fleet goes home.

OOC: No, he has a robotic right arm and I describe him using terms like "robotic," "mechanic," and "cold" because I want to emphasize his complete lack of metaphysical humanity. Physically, however, he is a human.

IC: Chairman Stryker leaned back in his leather chair, crossed his legs, folded his hands on his lap and smiled. "Gotta love those Black Agents," he thought contentedly to himself. He was going to enjoy watching this.

OOC: Am I still in? What about the Chairwoman's response?

"OK, you slimey honorless agent. Show me what you've got." She drew her sword as well. Modeled after her hero from a game she played in her younger days, it was a katana, laced with teflon and greased for both extra penetration and quicker death.

"Touché. Your move."

The Nistolonian advance craft had jumped out of warp over the JC planet. Strangly, the defence craft were almost non-existant, and when asked to stnd down, did so immediatly.
The 10 or so light cruisers cautously flew towards Centerville, strangly deviod of military units. In front of the goverment buildings, the sensors picked up a few dead bodies. With a shrug, Captain Heolin ordered the viper transports launched and contacted the rest of the fleet.

The Nistolonians quickly searched the city, but found no resistance. A few slack-faced humans went about their jobs, ignoring them completly.
"You!" A Nistolonian called. "What's your name?"
The figure paused in his work long enough to reply "Human Resource 5738-dh8e"

Eventually, Second Platoon stormed the varius Government Buildings, but found them as empty of defense as before. Squad 4 rounded the corner and stopped.

They were in conference room, with the JC government officials sitting around a large table. A few dead Fallen Races lay dead on the ground, and the remaining ones were watching a Black Agent and their squad leader face off, swords drawn. Corporal Neriloth raised his rifle, but Sergeant Berathor motioned for him to lower it. "If she dies, kill him. Down interfere on a duel of honor."
As the sound of Nistolonian Dropships filled the background, squad four joined the remaining Fallen Races and JC officials in watching this fight.

With a cat's grace, Corp. Venktura leapt at her prey. She sliced, thrusted, and swiped at her prey with a gleam of vengeance in her eyes. She knew better than to let her primal instincts get the better of her. She was, after all, the military's best duelist.

OOC: Ok, I'm continuing from the point where the plane has been vaporized.

IC:

The Prime Minister cursed. He had never seen a politician as rude as Debra Mackenby. It was an insult to the dead, and even more, it was an insult to the country. He got his secretary to give him the instant dial line to Naval Commander-In-Chief Adrian Chan Tsing-Tao.

"Admiral Chan, this is Prime Minister Neo."

"Yes, I know. Should we declare war?"

The Prime Minister sighed "Unfortunately, yes. Dispatch a Carrier Battle Fleet to the Joint Conglomerates. I'll address the people on whether we are going to war or not."

IC: "Sirs, Madam, USSEA is going to war with Joint Conglomerates, we must support him." One of the Council members said, "I know but we don't have enough troops currently, we're tied up as it is." "Well find something, they are our allies and we must help them."

TO:Joint Conglomerates
FROM: THE SOVIET STATE OF SOVIET LEADERS
We fill that attacking a unarmed plane is breaking International law and we are now going to point our 2 Nuclear space stations at yours and if they fire at us or anyone else they will be destroyed at once as of right now our nuclear weapones arsenal at the stations and your nation. we are also sending
1 fleet of naval ships
2 aircraft carriers
3 battleships
2 dreadnoughts
5 crusiers
12 other ships
2 ICBM's submarines

Agent 7 shifted around her attacks as she swung her sword around in an attempt to hit him. He jumped around, still keeping his sword at ready. He waited for the best moment before striking. He wouldn't kill her, but he had to nullify the danger to his employer. He jumped away from her and landed in front of the door. Now ready to engage her. He waited motionless, emotionless.

He looked at her as she attacked and said

" Trust me I am not honorless."

IC: The Emperor looked through the interrogation report, his body ominously still. As he finished reading, he looked up at the Inquisitor and Grand Admiral standing before him.

"Is what I am reading true, Inquisitor?"

"It is, sir. By my honour it is."

The Grand Admiral looked briefy at the cover of his own copy of the report and shuddered.

"Sir, we must move to eliminate the Joint Conglomerates. They are a threat to the stability of the Imperium and must be dealt with accordingly. I can have the entire space fleet scrambled in a few hours. Surely they could not withstand a sustained campaign of orbital bombardment from the entire fleet."

The Emperor considered this, and raised an eyebrow, "And if they can?"

"Well, sir, there are always the Sovereign- and Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyers' Axial Superlasers..."

Emperor Byzantinius nodded and dropped the report on the table before getting up.

"Gather the fleet, alert the troops and power up some of the backup planetary shields."

"Aye sir."

The Grand Admiral saluted and left to deliver the orders to the other Grand Admirals. The Emperor turned to the Inquisitor...

"Bring the two prisoners to me, under heavy guard. In fact, bring them to me in an Isolation Sphere.. yes.. that would be far safer. Oh, and bring Inquisitors Trael and Ballak along too..."

The Inquisitor smiled, his twisted face appearing even more evil than before.

"This is going to be fun.. very fun indeed.."

The Emperor smiled back, "Indeed it is, Inquisitor. Now get going."

"Ah, yes sir." The Inquisitor spun on his heel and ran off to do his duty, but stopped a short distance away and turned around as a thought occurred to him.

"Sir, what of the buried computer mainframe spoken of in the report?"

The Emperor looked out of one of the windows.. "Just one shot from orbit can create a hole fifty feet deep in a soily ground type. With a rocky ground type, this is reduced to only thirty feet. Armour penetration is only really hindered by shield systems. With over one hundred and fifty capitol ships of various classes, from Imperator I to Eclipse, focussing their fire over the suspected co-ordinates of the mainframe, it'll take less than an hour to take it down."

The Inquisitor looked at his report again as the Grand Admiral returned, a puzzled expression coming over his face. "But sir, it appears to be well defended from above by a blanket network of satellites."

"You doubt our capability to bring down this foe, Inquisitor?"

"N-no sir, not at all. I was merely pointing out that it is well defended from above ground. However, there is nothing stopping us from moving in from below ground..."

The Emperor thought about this for many minutes.

"An interesting strategy, Inquisitor, but you are no tactician. However, it will be taken into consideration. A backup plan, perhaps? Anyway, the Grand Admiral here can handle this. Inquisitor Kaeken, go and get the prisoners."

After the Inquisitor had left, the Emperor turned to the Grand Admiral, nodded and left the room. The Grand Admiral in turn returned to his quarters to mull over this new idea.

In their cells, Chairman Michael Laszlo and Chairwoman Lillian Stoker both lay unconscious, the effects of the brutal and invasive interrogation still lingering on. The StormTroopers outside their cells stood to attention as Inquisitor Kaeken, flanked by fellow Inquisitors Trael & Ballak and two full squads of Storm Commandos, neared. The StormTroopers opened the cell doors, dragged the prisoners out and dumped them onto the floor. Each of them lay within faded circles of paint on the floor. The circles opened up, repulsorlifts below holding the prisoners in place. Blue-y, water-like orbs appeared out of each hole, engulfing the prisoners and trapping them.

The Inquisitors, with Storm Commandos and prisoners in tow, headed for the Grand Interrogation Chamber, which had been created especially for prisoners like these....

"Time's up. Should've slain me when you had the chance." She drew a shuriken from her utility belt and threw it at Agent 7. She then readied herself to jump out of the way of any attack comung against her.

OOC: Bumpitty-bump-bump.

"But sir, the FJC is landlocked." responded Admiral Chan.

"ARGH!" the Prime Minister responded. "I'll contact the Air Force then, perhaps they can conduct an airraid or two."