NationStates Jolt Archive

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Riots have broken out across Random Kingdom in protest of the so-called "Capitalist Queen", representative Salera Bonman-Perita, and her denouncement of the "pinko majority" in Random Kingdom politics.

Bonman-Perita, who celebrated her 30th birthday last week, has been accused of "fanning the flames of big business" in Random Kingdom. Of course, the "Blue Representative" has made clear her support of free market politics, but as of yet RK is a planned economy and capitalism is frowned upon.

Some rioters are calling for the forced abdication of Bonman-Perita, stating that "she could destroy what we have built around us with mob psychology."

Political scientists fear that communist sympathisers are on the rise, although Random Kingdom is traditionally a socialist and democratic nation.

Soviet leader Jason Mikoyan turn his attention to a report about the riots in the random kingdom."Hmmmm,this may turn to war,If not stoped."He had intrest yet waited to see what unfurelld.

To: Salera Bonman-Perita
From: Republic of Politya

The Republic is watching the situation in RK closely due to possibilities of communist uprisings in your nation. Whilst we are politically liberal and allow all forms of political speech in the Republic, we also recognise that groups attempting to install a new regime by violence or other undemocratic means are unlikely to maintain democratic principles once in power.

Sincerely,

Peter Saunders
Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs

*OOC: This takes place AFTER the place in time of the current Bonstockian festival, and so I assume Salera to be back in Random Kingdom*

Salera walked into the conference hall with a frown and wearing a rather symbolic blue dress. She stepped up rather moodily to the lectern and began to read her speech.

"Friends, citizens and countrypeople, I come to bury these rumours of capitalist intent in the office of Human Representative, not to fuel them. I assure you that there is no way that, even if I did want to go as far as swinging Random Kingdom into free market policies, and I don't, I have no power over you sp- I mean, loyal citizens of our great nation. Rather, I would like to point out a growing kudzu of red fury growing across this nation. And I wish to slice it with the axe of truth."

Her speech was cut short when the Civerian Representative (OOC: non-human) Cipher-Anai II burst into the hall, pushing Salera from the podium, and into the arms of a member of her entourage. He then pulled the microphone out of Bonman-Perita's hand and threw it against the wall. Then in a booming voice he gave his tale:

"Bonman-Perita is a selfish, blue evil that has lingered in the cushy seat of Human Representative for too long. She never speaks with her heart; any sympathy letters she ever wrote came from her mouth and a thesaurus. And this, my comrades, is the last straw. I found plans for a capitalist Random Kingdom under her pillow whilst waiting for an informal meeting!"

To prove his point, he waved documents at the crowd, then proceeded to tear them up and throw shreds of the plan at jeering citizens and journalists.

"This is the Random Kingdom we will wake up to if Bonman-Perita remains in power!"

"This may turn bad"thought a Usean delagate,listing to the events unfolding.He swithly pulled his cellphone and called the IA(Intelagence Admid),"Sir,the situation in the Random kingdom may have just blown up.i think we need to learn a bit moore on these people,Sir."the officer responded with,"We will get right on it,do you need a Evac?","No.just get that info ASAP."Replyed the diplomat.

"Good Afternoon, this is Polityan News Network, and here is the latest breaking news."

"The Department for Foreign Affairs today issued a travel caution to Polityan citizens home and abroad for the nation of Random Kingdom due to recent internal tensions that have the possibility of increasing. The travel caution, although not as significant as a travel warning, still signifies the possibility of problems abroad. The Government has also announced that all Polityan citizens in Random Kingdom should seriously consider travelling home as soon as possible."

OOC: Hope you don't mind me claiming some of my citizens are travelling in your nation, but it gives me a possible reason to maybe intervene albeit in a small way should this become a more hostile situation.

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A skypath in Acoria, Random Kingdom has collapsed following a bomb detonation, killing 2 people and injuring 3. The bomb is rumoured to have been set by the angry mob terrorizing the capital and shouting for the abdication of Salera Bonman-Perita.

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BREAKING NEWS

Cipher-Anai II has been found assassinated on a monorail train in Acoria. Autopsies are yet to begin, but initial investigations suggest electrocution (Civerians are notoriously good conductors), as the only marks found as of yet on the body are two burns in a line on the back.

"Good Afternoon, this is Polityan News Network, and here is the latest breaking news."

"The Department for Foreign Affairs today issued a travel caution to Polityan citizens home and abroad for the nation of Random Kingdom due to recent internal tensions that have the possibility of increasing. The travel caution, although not as significant as a travel warning, still signifies the possibility of problems abroad. The Government has also announced that all Polityan citizens in Random Kingdom should seriously consider travelling home as soon as possible."

OOC: Hope you don't mind me claiming some of my citizens are travelling in your nation, but it gives me a possible reason to maybe intervene albeit in a small way should this become a more hostile situation.
OOC: I don't mind at all; any people killed during this RP are RK natives unless you intervene, and yes, it will become a more hostile situation :p

(ooc-If you don't mind,I will sugest...)

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A skypath in Acoria, Random Kingdom has collapsed following a bomb detonation, killing 2 people and injuring 3. The bomb is rumoured to have been set by the angry mob terrorizing the capital and shouting for the abdication of Salera Bonman-Perita.


"Hold on,I am receving word that ine of the Injured is a high ranked diplomat of Usea.Reports are skechy,yet it seams that he was to help with the peace negotiations.",the reporter said.When this report hit Usea,The State was furrious.There Best negotiator was injured in a forern land.They would not slouch there statements from now on.

(ooc-If you don't mind,I will sugest...)


"Hold on,I am receving word that ine of the Injured is a high ranked diplomat of Usea.Reports are skechy,yet it seams that he was to help with the peace negotiations.",the reporter said.When this report hit Usea,The State was furrious.There Best negotiator was injured in a forern land.They would not slouch there statements from now on.
OOC: Is it OK if I can use your diplomat in an event (say, a failed assassination attempt in the hospital)? I won't kill or injure him any further, just a failed/foiled attempt.

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To: Usea-Jason Foreign Affairs
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We are upset to hear that one of the people injured in the bomb blast belonged to your department. Obviously this was a communist attack, as was probably the killing of Cipher-Anai II, and I refuse to claim any responsibility for the incident.

--Salera Bonman-Perita

(ooc-Ok go for it.)
After receving RK responce,SSu Mikoyan was confused at one point,"Why do they think that they be targeting one of our diplomat.If it was a communist attack,they why attack a Soviet Diplomat!"This made the SSu verry confused,"Why are they firing red on red?!?".

"This is the Polytian News Network, with tonight's breaking news."

"In a follow-up to the explosion in Random Kingdom several days ago, identification of the bodies has revealed that the one of the people killed in the blast by unknown attackers was a Polityan citizen."

"Quentin Daniels was in Random Kingdom on holiday with his wife and two children, and was visiting the area of the blast when the bomb exploded. His widowed wife and offspring were fortunately not with him at the time, and are appealing to the Department for Foreign Affairs to investigate the matter."

"In other news, the Senate today passed legislation ensuring that voting remained voluntary..."

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President Julian Augustus was reviewing reports of the day with his National Security Advisor when the issue of the explosion came up. Julian listened with grave attention as he was informed what had been feared already - that one of the dead was a citizen of Politya. He leant back in his leather-backed armchair and looked across at Charles Taylor, his National Security Advisor. "Is there any evidence that this was a precise targetting of our citizens?" he asked.

Charles Taylor shifted in his seat. "We have no evidence of that right now, sir." He looked at his reports. "So far as we know, it looks at the moment merely to be an attack protesting the current administration. However, posting a travel warning may be an advisable idea, sir."

Julian thought for a moment, glancing out his window across the neat lawn that surrounded the Presidential building. "I will have to talk to the Secretary for Foreign Affairs," he said.

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Official Statement of the Polityan Federal Government
To: Random Kingdom Ministry for Foreign Affairs
From: Polityan Department for Foreign Affairs

The Republic is saddened to learn that one of the deceased is a citizen of Politya, and would like to impress on the current administration the need for an investigation into the matter. We would like to also inquire as to the safety of our remaining citizens currently within your nation.

Sincerely,

Peter Samuels
Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs

Somewhere on the FM radio band

"Citizens of Random Kingdom, and of the world, this is the voice of the truth. It was no Communist bomb that killed Quentin Daniels and injured the Usea-Jasonian diplomat, it's all a scam. And if you don't listen, I doubt the diplomat's injuries will be the least of Usea-Jason's foreign affairs' troubles! They plan to send a- GET OUT OF HERE YOU CAPITALIST PIGS! AAAAGH!"

"Good morning everyone, don't listen to the communists' chit-chat. After all, they can only be held responsible for the chaos which is to descend over this nation, and the wider world... heh heh"

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An assassination attempt on the unnamed Usea-Jasonian diplomat injured in the Acoria bomb attack has just been foiled. The diplomat has not been harmed, apart from being severely startled. The assassin, who is believed to also be a communist traitor (as he was carrying a paper with a sketch of a hammer and sickle), has been taken away by vigilantes working undercover in the hospital. The Usea-Jasonian diplomat, on a lighter note, is said to be recovering well.

In other news, HR Salera Bonman-Perita has taken the role of Acting Non-human Representative after the deputy NHR died in mysterious circumstances.

She has also been grilled by tabloids for refusing to comment on the tragic death of Quentin Daniels. She merely replied, "It's not me who should be apologizing."

(OOC: This is supposed to be analogous to the split of Germany during the Cold War)

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BREAKING NEWS

Reports have reached Acoria that the entire northern quarter (region) of Civeria has broken free of Random Kingdom rule and installed a new communist state government. Rioters in Random Kingdom have been seen climbing the northern mountain range and running naked into the woods, and despite the best attempts of border controls most have escaped the nation.

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From: Chairman Anai-Rodesi I, Democratic Republic of Civeria
To: Whom It May Concern
Subject: Random Kingdom
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The decision to break free from Random Kingdom was an enlightened one. Of course, it did not take long, because of the pitiful capitalist influence in Civeria, and of the pathetic law and order department. It was not our forces that detonated the bomb in Acoria, and it was not our will to kill a fellow communist, but rather the tyrant Salera Bonman-Perita would like you to believe it is so. We shall remain at war with the remainder of Random Kingdom until Bonman-Perita is taken from her position (for we believe she is no longer content with being merely an elected figurehead, and may soon rebel against her own government) and always share a mutual vendetta with capitalism in our former nation.

(OOC: Sorry about the way this RP is going, it seems as if it's devolving into an argument between me and myself :) Oh, and by the way, BUMP)

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BREAKING NEWS
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Two major bomb attack waves occured in Random Kingdom today; one in Acoria, and one across the entire Northern Border. The Acorian bombs all detonated on the pathways between the inner ring and Acoria Tower, home to the government of Random Kingdom. This has been interpreted as a communist attempt to separate RK from its government. The Northern Border attacks have rendered ALL tunnels and connections to the communist state of Civeria from Random Kingdom, and also felled trees and started major forest fires on the above area, creating a natural Berlin Wall separating Random Kingdom and Civeria.

HR Salera Bonman-Perita simply replied, from a teleview conversation from her apartment, "Better out than in."

(ooc-Sorry,have not been on for a bit.)
"This needs a hardend leaders touch."Said SSu Mikoyan."Sir,the assanination attemp on our diplomat!"said one of his aids."They will not attemt me for so help us,BOTH will be doomed."Retorted the SSu.

--*Soviet Usea One*--
"People of the Random Kingdom,I Supreme Soviet Unifyed Jason Mikoyan,Will go about your great land,in hopes to unify and enlighten both areas.Thank you for your understanding."
Later,the *Soviet Usea One*,official plane of the SSu,landed in the Rk.

A loud explosion was heard everywhere in Acoria. The top of Acoria Tower combusted in the night as blue fireworks lit the night sky. And, on top of the screaming and chaos, the whirring hum of a helicopter was heard. And, literally out of the blue, a Chinook-type helicopter, painted blue, rose into the sky. From the cargo ramp stood a blonde-haired female, waving a blue megaphone. From the ground, it seemed like just another daredevil. But, as people gathered their binoculars and looked closer, it was obvious that this was Salera. And, as the helicopter lowered onto the Outdoor Forum, the brash and snobby voice of the Human Representative began.

"Greetings, all citizens of Random Kingdom. It would seem that we have some Soviet visitors in this land. Since there's already too much red hate in this land, I had better move on to my contingency plan to bring this nation into the palm of my hand.

Yes, you heard me right, MY hand. For the past few years my "communist" friends have been exploding bombs, disabling diplomats and the like, destroying all connections between me and the outside world. And discrediting communism. I would have then had the Unified Habitat completed, so that every single RK citizen would have nowhere to hide. And then... do or die.

Instead, I had better make another confession. Your taxes have gone nowhere for the past five years. Except maybe to all of my sponsored laboratories... researching the latest in neural interfacing."

On the ground, the river Acore's path was suddenly interrupted by a series of dams raising from the channel. In the dry area, a series of doors and shutters opened, and a small army of blue-clad humans marched out.

"And who said the Human Representative had no power over the people? This army of braindead militia will do whatever I say!"

The militia marched slowly and robotically up the channel and ascended the staircases and elevators onto the forum. They all wore small black head implants.

"Now go, my capitalist army, and purge this land of communism!"

(OOC: note, I'm not trying to godmode, these militia are basically normal physically untrained human slaves (with *programmed* mental training), some may be physically dead. I believe I'm at the correct tech level (PMT/NFT))

"Atrotious! We cannot stand for this insanity! We are Boozians!"

"Calm down, Toht. We have to think rationaly about this. Civeria is in a state of peril, this army of "zombies" poses quite a threat.And If we want to preserve communism..."

"Which we do, I take it?"

"Of course we do, amdassador, so, as I was saying, we must preserve Civeria.
A traditional war with RK would be... complicated, but the meer presence of a foreign military could stay this womens hand. Are we agreed?"

There was a murmer around the table.

"Then I shall get Jalfainer's Army and some siege choppers. Commisar, how soon can you have everyone reading Marx in bed?"

"With these zombies? A month if the graphic desighners are in a good mood."

"Then someone phone Civeria."

The Chairman sighed. "This is futile. We have no intelligence inside Random Kingdom, and no way to stop any capitalists entering Civeria - of course, their only route now is - "

As if to answer, a blue smoke bomb fell from the sky and exploded in the Chairman's face, causing him to cough and his scaly coating to itch and flake.

"Bonman-Perita! You tyrant!" the Chairman screamed blindly into the night.

"Speak of the devil..." Salera began mockingly, and as the Chairman rubbed his eyes. From the cargo ramp of a blue Chinook-style helicopter, Salera was standing, along with ten blue-clad soldiers.

"You! You have no place here!" the Chairman shouted, but Salera just laughed.

"Your race perished once, during the glorious reign of the Farminans. It will perish again, for you only live twice." Salera replied, a hint of malice in her voice. She held up a liquid cylinder. "HYDROGEN CYANIDE" was stencilled on the side. "Hydrogen cyanide, a simple insecticide, yet infamous throughout history for its more lethal tendencies."

The Chairman gasped.

"And all it needs is a slight kick above room temperature to conduct its dirty work. Of course, my dear Chairman, you won't be sniffing any of this. You're coming with us."

At that moment the phone in his pocket rang...

--RK--
The bright red plane bearing the Blue star of Usea landed.Yet Three more planes just like it landed along with it.Out of all of them,Four SSu Mikoyans came out.And with hope in his hand,walked to the terminal.

CURRENT STATE OF RANDOM KINGDOM

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Key:
Blue: Peranian Tyranny
Red: Civerian State
Clear: Random Kingdom/Anarchy

--RK--
The bright red plane bearing the Blue star of Usea landed.Yet Three more planes just like it landed along with it.Out of all of them,Four SSu Mikoyans came out.And with hope in his hand,walked to the terminal.

OOC: Where are you landing? Are you attempting to take RK over or remove the tyranny and reunite the communists?

IC:

Reports have entered the international news community that the prefecture of Acoria has become united under the Peranian Tyranny. The Core Government Module is to be shut down, plunging the neutral areas of Random Kingdom into either anarchy (for smaller prefectures) or autonomous rule. Salera Bonman-Perita will be the first ever Chancellor of "Random Kingdom".

(ooc-the capitol,unless it is not stable.The SSu did not hear of the tyrrany yet,so he is still trying to promote understanding and unity.)

OOC:I'm sorry I haven't gotten permission, but I don't think we have time for lawyers.
IC:"Hello, this is General...What!Immediately!"
The officer turned and bellowed:
"We need interceptors, here," he jabbed roughly with a pistol, Now! And launch everything else!"


In G1 airbase, an early response shock trooper company was checking their gear as they boarded helicopters. They were clad in trenchcoat, gasmask, steel-pot helmet, french foriegn legion style back-of-the-neck covers, gloves, and boots. The shock troopers wore red coats and black accesories, but well into a campaign they had usually either looted or been issued the common tan, green, or blue uniform. They also wore no-frills black Eppaulettes, with red patches, the mark of the army (the navy was black, and the marines gold, correspondig to the colours of the flag. The airforce was more recent).

Meanwhile, in freezing Vhoorzenstrana, a pair of signature siege chopers were being launched, and from the bustling port of New Glasgow, an aircraft carrier called Nobunaga was loaded with a small strike force, and a lot of helicopter fuel, and began sailing west to the area formerly occupied by RK.

(ooc-the capitol,unless it is not stable.The SSu did not hear of the tyrrany yet,so he is still trying to promote understanding and unity.)
OOC: Well, Acoria IS the capital, and no, it isn't stable, although the chaos began AFTER the SSu landed (and really because of the SSu, although Bonman-Perita was probably planning the whole contingency plan idea all along).

OOC:I'm sorry I haven't gotten permission, but I don't think we have time for lawyers.
IC:"Hello, this is General...What!Immediately!"
The officer turned and bellowed:
"We need interceptors, here," he jabbed roughly with a pistol, Now! And launch everything else!"


In G1 airbase, an early response shock trooper company was checking their gear as they boarded helicopters. They were clad in trenchcoat, gasmask, steel-pot helmet, french foriegn legion style back-of-the-neck covers, gloves, and boots. The shock troopers wore red coats and black accesories, but well into a campaign they had usually either looted or been issued the common tan, green, or blue uniform. They also wore no-frills black Eppaulettes, with red patches, the mark of the army (the navy was black, and the marines gold, correspondig to the colours of the flag. The airforce was more recent).

Meanwhile, in freezing Vhoorzenstrana, a pair of signature siege chopers were being launched, and from the bustling port of New Glasgow, an aircraft carrier called Nobunaga was loaded with a small strike force, and a lot of helicopter fuel, and began sailing west to the area formerly occupied by RK.

OOC: I guess you're going to try and stop Civeria from being gassed? Or do you have another motive?

IC (and I can't be bothered to switch to Civeria)

The Chairman dropped the cellphone. "Bonman-Perita, it would be wise to leave this area now, unless you wish to be forced out of the sky."

The blonde former Human Representative just smirked. "Be careful what you wish for," she sneered, and, taking a rifle from one of the militia, slashed a lock of her hair with the bayonet. The hair fell onto the Chairman's forehead, where he swiped it off, scratching his head. Several of the blue men stepped forward, and the Chairman saw to his horror that they were wearing parachutes. A blue smoke grenade exploded in his face, and when he could see again, he was tied up and the helicopter had gone.

The Four Leaders of Usea Spread out from the Terminal,The Soviet Usea Anthem* Was heard as a Special Limo pulled up to the airport.The First Limo went to the Lead Govermental Building**.The Other Three left in different direction.

*Simmilar to the Anthem of the USSR
**I mean like the place where yor main goverment is.

OOC: Yep, those signature masks are about to earn their keep. How exactly is the gas delivered?
IC: The Nobunaga was well underway, and preparing to launch it's compliment, while the two chopper groups had combined and had already refeuled on the ship, and were now approaching RK.

OOC: Yep, those signature masks are about to earn their keep. How exactly is the gas delivered?

OOC: In a rather frivolous way, basically the gas is currently in liquid form, and it is to be heated to above 23 degrees Celsius to create the gas (which was used in a different form in the Holocaust, not that I'm trying to bring that up...).

OOC: I meant what kind of transport (truck, plane), rather than the state of the gas itself. Thanks in advance.

OOC: I meant what kind of transport (truck, plane), rather than the state of the gas itself. Thanks in advance.
Helicopter delivery, because there is no easy land transport into Civeria (It is situated in a sort-of basin, and all the tunnels have been destroyed)

Nobunaga launched her compliment. Twenty attackers to intercept the gas attacks. They had gambled on the surprise factor. If the enemy launched fighters, the missile-laden intercepters would be down in a heartbeat. Meanwhile, the chopper group was over land, waiting for a go ahead.

ooc: bump and nothing further to say yet.

The SSU Mikoyan Finally made it to the seat of power of the Kingdom of Random.All four of him.The Four,Three decoys and a real?That is not known.The gaurd asked for id for all of them,and they all showed legit Usean ID's

OOC: You sure? The current seat of power is taken by Salera, who is actually the CAUSE of the current problems in RK.

Salera shook hands with the Mikoyan. Mikoyan hardly recognized the Chancellor from the images he had seen. Her hair was now a dyed blue, with half of her face completely replaced with metal plating. Her right eye was gone, and replaced with a sinister-looking implant. An aerial sprouted from the right side of her face. She was dressed in a blue jumpsuit, and looked nothing like the Human Representative she once was.

"My name, as you are probably aware, is Salera Hope. It was Bonman-Perita, but I have no need for such idiotic names now. And, I'm sure, you would be honoured to tell me yours?"

The Mikoyan responded quietly... and Salera quickly changed her tune.

"Hmm, I've been expecting you. Soviets."

Just then, there was a noise from below...

(ooc-go to where the problem starts to fix it,As a Usean Proverb said)
The SSu retorted with,"I'm not here to take over,I'm here to help."As he called off the decoys,the noise from below started...

One interceptor group was now in visual range of one gassing group.
"This is green zero, all planes lock on."
There was a flood of affirmatives.
"All planes fire."
The missiles streaked forward.

Meanwhile, the helicopter group was hovering above the capital of Civeria, requesting permission to land.

Back in New Edinburgh, a pair of power projection ships, a trio of amphipious assualt vessels, and an escort squadron of five frigates were being prepped to leave.

(ooc-go to where the problem starts to fix it,As a Usean Proverb said)
The SSu retorted with,"I'm not here to take over,I'm here to help."As he called off the decoys,the noise from below started...
OOC: Hmm... I'm slightly unsure of what you're doing here, but...
IC: The noise, an electronic beeping and whirring, broke Salera off as she was about to retort. "Damn it!" she shouted and ran out of the room, leaving the SSu and his decoys alone... and for the moment safe.

On the floor below, in the basements, a computer system was beginning to power on. Salera knew that the SSu wasn't responsible, but it was such a major dilemna that she had completely forgotten that she had left her enemy unguarded in a ground floor room with easily breakable glass. And, to top it all off, her makeshift office, with ALL of her plans for Random Kingdom, was also unguarded on that floor, only a simple lockpick away from Usea-Jason's prying eye.

She raced down the stairs; the lift was out of order, mainly because five of its serviced floors had been reduced to rubble, and only half of the cab was intact, but by the time she got to the Core floor, it was too late. The doors were locked tightly, and a voice droned on through a speaker set in the stairwell:

"Identity Salera Bonman-Perita blocked. Identity Salera Hope blocked. Administration transfer to Dark Rainbow; access to experimental files granted. Access to Core initiation sequence granted. Experimental AI boolean now carries the TRUE value. Core initiation in 10..."

Salera pounded on the door, and screamed at the top of her lungs. The Core was at one time the entire government of Random Kingdom, on a computer cluster in the room Salera was listening into. She thought she had shut it down, to allow herself power over the people, but somehow hackers had entered the complex, and not only reinitiated the Core, but also enabled the experimental AI, which was now to gain control over the neutral prefectures of Random Kingdom...

And then a voice came from inside, a voice that Salera thought she had silenced forever a year ago...

"Welcome, Salera. Do come in, my former colleague."

The door opened to reveal Cipher-Anai II, the former Civerian Representative, and to his side, a middle-aged man, with a hairstyle she instantly recognized.

"Cipher-Anai II! ...and Cornia Eyrie!" she gasped in major disbelief; both of the two people standing in front of her she had put out of action. Eyrie, her predecessor, had been driven insane by her actions, whilst she had personally "killed" the other.

"What's wrong, Salera?" Cipher-Anai said mockingly. "You look as if you've... seen a ghost."

Eyrie laughed. "You see, anyone can feign death or mental illness when their lives are in danger."

Salera gasped. "You knew about our little conspiracy?"

Eyrie nodded his head. "But you won't succeed this time. You see, I added a little something to the Core's artificial intelligence. Let's just say that everyone in, say, Dodasa and Asteria, will wake up this morning to an en masse mobilization. Your zombies against our willing patriots."

Cipher-Anai II added, "You see, ever since you became Human Representative, you've been careless in your... housekeeping. If you ever live to spearhead another conspiracy, at least remember to shut your office door. I found some documents detailing your plans whilst trying to find your stationery holder, to replace a pencil I had borrowed. I know everything about your family. I know, for example, that Antalia Bonman was a Farminan."

(OOC: Farmina, if you're reading this, you DON'T have to join the RP but our past diplomacy is to play a large part in this RP)

OOC: Can I blow the gassers or not? I thought you were supposed to claim your own casualties. I'll take no news as good news, but can change any time you ask.
IC: "This is green seven, Impact approaching, 2, 1..."
Boom!
"Green ten, hit in 4, 3, 2, 1...off course a li..."
Boom!
"Green seven, new target locked."
"Green two, firing."

Back above the capital, the troops roped down onto a main street, an officer bellowing through a megaphone
"We mean no harm! We wish to speak to your commander!"

To Chancellor Salera Bonman Perita

It was not that along ago, that Farmina saw fit to deploy a substantial force in your nation and place your ‘house’ in order. Again your house is in disrepute.

We are concerned about both your methods and your intent; however we see you as the only person strong and wise enough to restore order and prosperity to your splintered nation.

If you fail to restore peace and order quickly; we shall find someone strong enough who can. I shall be expecting frequent private updates, explaining the situation through your eyes.

President Tobias Grey
Democratic Republic of Farmina

OOC: Nova-Boozia: Of course it's OK...
To Tobias Grey, Democratic Republic of Farmina

Indeed our house is in dispute. Had it not been for mistakes on my part, Random Kingdom would be reunited, under my rule, or as a vassal of your great nation. It seems that the little few years under a Farmina-inspired government were the best years; no pinko "everyone rules" system like the one in power now.

Unfortunately, it seems that a good deal of preparation is needed to uproot the plague that has infested the neutral parts of Random Kingdom. I hear that the communist haven of Civeria has survived the genocide I had planned: the convoy I had directed to gas the pinkos has been destroyed by foreign helicopters. I feel that my presence here is being threatened from outside.

Indeed, an envoy from the Soviet nation of Usea-Jason was almost in my grasp, but I inadvertently left him and his decoys unguarded, and they have stolen my plans. It is at this point in the letter that I explain my plan for this nation in detail: indeed, the preparation reaches far back, into the period that Simon Smith, my step-great grandfather, was Representative of Random Kingdom. Indeed you will remember that he attempted to stop the war between our nation and yours; and that eventually you had installed a government here.

When that government was overthrown, it was not by Acoran Smith (my step-grandfather), it was by the forerunners of the people who threaten Random Kingdom today. After the old ways were introduced, Acoran rose back from his faked death to murder or discredit the next few Representatives. He is now truly dead, but before I took the position of Human Representative I saw that my predecessors were either dead or unfit for office (and alas, I failed in both).

My plan is to return Random Kingdom to Farminan rule, or a Farmina-enlightened government, and during my term in office I developed plans to purge the land of people who I felt were unfit for the new RK. Unfortunately, my plans were discovered, and the events that followed split RK.

On the other hand, the extreme revolutionaries are now trapped in Civeria, where I can plot to exterminate them for once and for all. As I have said before, I attempted to use gas attacks, but they were intercepted. I will now move to using more rapid forms of mass extermination.

I was trapped by the two ringleaders, the Human and Civerian representatives I had tried to pacify. Anticipating the chance to kill me, they let slip their counter-plan: to use the experimental AI coded into the Core (the previous, electronic form of government) to incite hate and fervor into the minds of neutral citizens, and convert it into a willing army, of which will surely dominate my handfuls of expendable slave-militia. However, said militia broke me out of there, whilst the two escaped.

I await for your correspondence, and for future reference I have changed my name to Salera Hope to further incite patriotism into my loyal blues,

Salera Hope, Chancellor of Random Kingdom

One interceptor group was now in visual range of one gassing group.
"This is green zero, all planes lock on."
There was a flood of affirmatives.
"All planes fire."
The missiles streaked forward.

Meanwhile, the helicopter group was hovering above the capital of Civeria, requesting permission to land.

Back in New Edinburgh, a pair of power projection ships, a trio of amphipious assualt vessels, and an escort squadron of five frigates were being prepped to leave.
OOC: I can't be bothered to switch to Civeria...
IC: The Chairman saw the battle above, still tied to a pole in the Ucirisian palacial courtyard. He heard the call for permission to land, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was gagged, he would tell the helicopter crews that it wasn't safe to land. Instead, the plainclothes guard beside him hollered to the helicopter, "Come down! I am the Civerian chairman! This is one of Salera's goons!"

Cipher-Anai II and Eyrie stood on the mountain, looking over the ravine that had been created to separate Civeria and Random Kingdom, looking at the blue and red helicopters fighting across the skyline. Below the two could see blue and red people fighting on Border-Civeria's domed roofs and skypaths. On the ground beside them was a laptop.

"Shall we, Eyrie?" Cipher-Anai asked.
Eyrie sighed. "Indeed we must try."

Eyrie sat down on the scorched land and put the laptop on his lap. "Ankh, awake." he spoke softly into its microphone.

An Egyptian face coalesced on the screen. "Greetings, comrades. What can the personification of Random Kingdom's hopes and ideals do you for?"

Cipher-Anai pulled an implant from his pocket. The antenna and metal plating had been pulled from the face of a Salerian minuteman. It was clean, but partial; the part of the implant that entered the head was still attached to the minuteman. He took the bunch of wires hanging from one end and wired them to a device he had stolen from Salera's office, which he then networked with the laptop. "Isolate the signal this implant is working on and block it. Reverse-engineer it and create a new signal if you want bonus points.", he instructed the AI.

"Roger that," Ankh replied. An unpleasant portamento began as the device began emitting a signal of increasing frequency. Finally, the nearest blue dots on the landscape stopped, and were completely overrun with red dots.

"We need an amplifier," Ankh insisted, "the signal being sent is only receiving a few confirmation signals back from other headsets."

The helicopter landed, and the shock troopers grabbed the decoy bodily and hauled him in. Then a fire team disembarked, slashed the chairmans ropes with a bayonet, and struck him firmly with a rifle. The whole entourage boarded.
"Pilot, take us somewhere quiet!" The officer turned to the two men.
"To business. Why was this "goon" gagged and bound. Why didn't you join up with your troops. Why hang around?" He slashed the gag off the still unconscious chairman.

The helicopter landed, and the shock troopers grabbed the decoy bodily and hauled him in. Then a fire team disembarked, slashed the chairmans ropes with a bayonet, and struck him firmly with a rifle. The whole entourage boarded.
"Pilot, take us somewhere quiet!" The officer turned to the two men.
"To business. Why was this "goon" gagged and bound. Why didn't you join up with your troops. Why hang around?" He slashed the gag off the still unconscious chairman.
OOC: assuming the chairman is being airlifted. Is there any conversation between the chairman and the Boozians at this point? Was the decoy supposed to retaliate? (in which case he did not succeed)
IC: As the helicopters took off, in the split seconds that followed, the palace of Uciris below them exploded in a spectacular plume of blue smoke. With them went the government of Civeria, and, as the people on the ground foolishly believed, their leader, too.

To Chancellor Selerena Hope
Random Kingdom

Considering your brutal tactics, Farmina will not be providing you with military support to restore order. However, we stand by our belief that you are the only hope for a prosperous Random Kingdom. To that end, we shall be we are prepared to lend you Harens to help finance your efforts.

I shall review the denial of military aid in the near future when a few other problems are dealt with.

President Tobias Grey
Democratic Republic of Farmina

To Tobias Grey, Democratic Republic of Farmina

I only hope that you do review your denial of aid. However, I truly believe that the trapped communists must be either eradicated or exiled from this land. Although they claim to have set up "their own state", they take up valuable land, and if Random Kingdom were united, they could find a way over and attack.

Salera Hope, Chancellor of Random Kingdom

OOC: To clarify, I'll be using PMT-(early) NFT technology in this RP, but I'm still leaving it open to MT nations because I won't be using postmodern/near future weaponry (ie Salera is controlling her militia using late PMT technology BUT they are using MT-class guns etc). If there's any problems with this then TG me or post. I'll try not to techwank in a military situation.

To Chancellor Selerena Hope
Random Kingdom

I can offer you one hundred billion haren, at five percent (plus inflation) interest. I shall reconsider military aid after the Arandior situation is dealt with. Prove your worth, and you shall receive your due.

President Tobias Grey
Democratic Republic of Farmina

To Tobias Grey, Democratic Republic of Farmina

Thank you, but how much USD would 100,000,000,000 (is that correct?) haren convert to? I only hope that I can overcome this stage of Random Kingdom's rising and falling, because my intelligence warns me that the opposing side of this power struggle has found a way to temporarily disable my militia.

Salera Hope, Chancellor of Random Kingdom

To Chancellor Salera Hope
Random Kingdom

One hundred billion haren is aproximately fifty billion dollars US standard.

President Tobias Grey
Democratic Republic of Farmina

To Chancellor Salera Hope
Random Kingdom

One hundred billion haren is aproximately fifty billion dollars US standard.

President Tobias Grey
Democratic Republic of Farmina
To Farminan President Tobias Grey (ooc: finally got that right)
I believe that is much more than sufficient for the occasion...

Salera Hope, Chancellor of Random Kingdom

OOC: el bumpo por los niños

To Chancellor Salera Hope
Random Kingdom

The money has been transfered. Make paste of your enemies.

We are watching.

President Tobias Grey
Democratic Republic of Farmina

OOC: Assuming you have a coast...
IC: "Pilot, go back to the task force, we can leave these politicos to the commissariat. Drop us off with Civerian high command, hopefully it exists, we need to coordinate, especially since our grunts should soon be all over this place."

The helicopter lifted off again, returning to the front.

The task force was now well underway, and General Jalfainer, the best active General in the army, the Army Councillor, their naval counterparts, an important air marshall, and the Supreme Commandant were all together in the war-room of the force flagship, Mighty Bastion. You could say the gang was all there. Admiral Spean, backed by Jalfainer, was giving his proposal for force division.

"There will be two groups. Group A will consist of this ship, the Unstoppable class, and, when it returns from re-loading, Nobunaga, plus two frigates defending. It will be the headquarters and lynch-pin of the assault. With an aircraft carrier loaded with bombers and supremacy craft, we can secure Civeria's skies, and this vessel not only makes an ideal land command base, but can carry a self-sufficient armored battalion, which we can keep in mobile reserve on land to respond to large assaults. The majority of regular troops, a brigade of mountain infantry, will be carried in the two amphibious assault ships, Unstoppable and Uncrushable. These can hold the border. The whole group..."
He pointed to the map on the bulkhead, "will drop anchor here, to land army
elements and then pull back to a safe distance to direct them. Hopefully, we can slip our men through nuetral zones and blast open the tunnels. If not, we could always make a hit-and-run raid through blue RK as we pull back.

"Group B will consist of Gluenburg, Hammer, and three frigates escorting. Compared to this ship, Gluenberg is small, fast, stealthy, and much more able to hold its own, ship to ship. It's carrying a helicopter-mobile shock-troop battalion. Hammer is much the same type of ship, only smaller, and is carrying a company of mechanised marines in frogs [jargon for amphibious vehicles], plus a half-strength platoon of commandoes in helicopters, a five-man team in a mini-sub, and intelligence agents. Group B will range along the coast, making hit and run raids on important targets in blue Random Kingdom. Any objections? Yes, sir?"

The navy councillor raised his hand.
"We will need to pull additional escorts out of reserve. I recomend a cruiser and two more frigates for group A, plus an anti sub warfare frigate for B and an ASW destroyer for A, and a few independent raiding submarines of our own, and at least one stealth corvette, possibly more, attached to B or in a group of their own, and with all that we will require a large, lightly escorted convoy for A and a small, well protected one for B and the independents. This is the only war we're in and it's big, so I say commit resources."

"Duly noted."

OOC: Assuming you have a coast...

BTW: How is my godmoding? Feel free to warn me if I go over the legal limit (I'm always in fear of overdoing something some way)

OOC: I do, BUT unfortunately it's on the southern border, and Civeria is landlocked at the northern border. I don't know which nations have borders with me, if any (I used to be in the Golden Hills, and still would place my nation geographically on the same island as the rest of the Golden Hills)... the only way to Civeria, until the tunnels are re-opened, is through air travel.

IC: Eyrie trudged back to the hill where his comrade was still sitting, desperately shaking the aerial to get a better reception. Eyrie was carrying a large beige box, and sat it down next to the laptop. "I found a suitable amp.", he said happily to the Civerian he had built a trust with. Cipher-Anai gave him a saddened look.

"The battery will run out in 2 hours," he lamented glumly, "so this is only a temporary solution."

"But can't the reds kill them all in 1?" Eyrie inquired. Cipher-Anai shook his head.

"All we're doing is remove Salera's control over their actions. They'll still attack our reds if provoked. What we need to do is take them as POWs, or ship them out of the main transmitter's range, or..."

"Kill Salera." Eyrie insisted. "If we get rid of her, not only do we end the war, but we also end the problem of her zombified militia."

To Chancellor Salera Hope
Random Kingdom

The money has been transfered. Make paste of your enemies.

We are watching.

President Tobias Grey
Democratic Republic of Farmina
To Farminan President Tobias Grey

Thank you. I shall see that this is not put to waste.

Salera Hope, Chancellor of Random Kingdom

Could you add a coast indication to the map?

Could you add a coast indication to the map?
http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f109/randomkingdom/RK-governmap-coast.png

OOC: self-explanatory really (that isn't the same map as the others so the others won't have the coast marked)

Thanks. Would those rivers (specifically the eastern one) accomodate a ship about the size of the british Invincible? Or failing that, a french Mistral?

Thanks. Would those rivers (specifically the eastern one) accomodate a ship about the size of the british Invincible? Or failing that, a french Mistral?
Well, I don't really know about that (I kinda leave those details obscure until they're needed, and I don't know the sizes of those ships), but those are the two major rivers (and perhaps only rivers), and there could be dams on the eastern river (the western river is definately a no-go as Acoria is built right on top of the river), so I'll let the fate of the RP decide.

(sorry for the lateness.)
The SSu and decoys swithlly left for there planes,Only one succecfully took off,the others were picked up by local authorities.the Soviet Usea One Quiclly went aloft with its fighter excort of Su-47 Berkut fighters and the real leader of Usea.

OOC: Throw whatever you like at me, it's your river.
IC:up A was being joined by Yamato, a missile cruiser called Hyperion, the ASW destroyer Something Terrible, and two frigates, and was now a full expeditionary fleet. It continued north until it reached the mouth of 'river E' as it was being called, and Uncrushable deployed it's boats, carrying the bare minimum of crew and a lot of supplies. This was recon group. Slowly, the boats of Unspoppable and Mighty Bation landed the remainder of the troops, while the warships began their patrol around the transports. While this was happening, ASW Frigate Trotsky joined B group. By now, this was most of the fleet commited, and the fact that the supply hulk, Deliverance, had been towed out to three quarters of the distance between the two countries only underlined this. Supplied by four BFA (Boozian Fleet Auxiliary) ships, and with two more combative ones each with a frigate escorting bringing supplies to the groups.
The navy only had one hulk, and moving it out was no small matter.


Now, the war's focus was with Colonel-General Glucken and the expeditionary troops. It had already been decided that they would move constantly, even when waiting for data from recon group, until they reached Civeria, and now the march was begining.

Recon group themselves continued speeding up-river, alert and waiting for obstacles or enemy trops

Bump

Salera sighed. "More reports? It isn't as if the mountains of Civeria are coming to Acoria?!?"
Her spy shrunk in his seat. "I'm afraid the tunnels to Civeria have been blasted over. The angry mob could be here any day now!"
"But surely the militia are beating them back?" Salera inquired. The spy sighed.
"They've found a way to disable the signal, so your forces are literally standing on the spot waiting to die or be liberated."
"Damn! Find out how and why this happened, and reverse it!" the self-proclaimed Chancellor screeched. "They must have overriden it. Well, you'll have to override their overriding."

OOC: This really is a zombie:)...but I'm not complaining.
IC: A helicopter landed outside Civerian high command, and the captain strode in, two of his men hauling the chairman candidates over their shoulders.

"Greetings. I am acting as laison for Boozia. It is my job to coordinate our actions with yours, but first, which of these is your chairman?"

His men laid down the pair.

"Now, do you have any control over this tunnel network we have recieved reports of. Our men our fully trained mountain infantry, but we would find it more logistically efficient to use the tunnels."

He glanced around the room, observing the blank looksm and sighed.

"Do any of you speak German?"

As the usean leader left,He orderd that one of there Scinfaxi-Class SAD be sent to help there fellow Socalist brothers.

(ooc-Scinfaxi in dock,Spy pic. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/StikerDoomJK/Scinfaxi.jpg)

ooc: what? Doesn't Nova Boozia already have and know the chairman? or am I getting the wrong end of this...

OOC: No, we grabbed him and the decoy, but interogation was postponed due to an entirely random case of blunt trauma to both faces in the curious shape of a Boozian standard rifle butt:D.

OOC: No, we grabbed him and the decoy, but interogation was postponed due to an entirely random case of blunt trauma to both faces in the curious shape of a Boozian standard rifle butt:D.
OOC: well... I'm afraid I don't really follow you... but...

IC: The crowd (ooc: guessing at what's happening here 'cos I'm dim) quickly pointed out the uglier-looking candidate as their chairman. He seemed to be wearing an ill-fitting rubber mask (note: the original owners of Civeria were reptilian humanoids (second note: I know I'm weird and not disclosing everything! In fact I'm beginning to distrust this entire RP and it's direction!)) but otherwise had a realistic proportion and looked trustworthy. The other looked more human but was much shiftier and appeared to be wearing blue under his suit.

"Aw, alright, he's the chairman. You got me. But we still have the nation proper!" the other candidate replied.

The Civerians quickly pointed out that they had current control over the tunnels, but since no scouting had been done they were unsure whether they were currently clear to move along.

"A force has already left in the direction of Acoria, but we have lost communications with them," one of the crowd pointed out, "and we can only guess at what the other side are doing."

"Private Mergson, get on the radio and tell expeditionary troops to use the first tunnel they reach. And look out for Civerian troops, if they find any try to re-organize them.

"They're on the horizon, ma'am. Our blockades aren't stopping them at all; in fact, our blockades seem to be joining them." the informant sighed. "Whatever happened to the implant scheme?"

Salera scowled. Her face only screwed up on one side; the plating on the other side hardly moved. "It lost funding. And by what I'm hearing, we're losing our most loyal troops."

The informant sighed. He arrived at Salera's department full of hate of her. Now he admired her, loved her even. He had to tell her the truth sometime. Maybe now was the moment -

BANG!

The whole tower shook. Some of the glass shattered. On the ground floor, several marble pillars collapsed and smashed through the glass elevator doors, blocking the shaft. The tower's security systems kickstarted, sealing off all the windows. The power cut. Downstairs in the computer laboratories, a synthesized voice laughed to itself.

"What the hell is going on?" inquired Salera. Her informant screamed and pounded on her furniture. "NO! NO! NOOOO!"

--The ocean,Nearing the capitol--
THe Usean Navy passed the sonar nets with such a speed it sounded like one big sub.As the formation moved in,the Subs surface for there attack,as several missles lifted from the subs.

"With a great big rock for my..."
"You can stop now!"
The small expeditionary unit immediately stopped their marching song. Which was just as well considering the next lines contents.
They had arrived at one of the tunnels, and were still radio linked to the Captain, and through him Civerian high command.
"Hardly seems under siege, eh, sir."
"Yes. Check with Felfner, see if there's any new ways to make ourselves useful.

The informant sat down. "It was all a plot. Yes, the Civerians are coming, and the tunnels are open. Indeed, they will rain down like ice on us. The only lie I ever told you was my identity." He pulled out a document and thrust it at Salera.

"Dear Mr. Labernum,

This is a classified hard copy of your mission briefing, should you forget it or need to identify yourself.

Your mission is to use the trust you have gained from Salera to infiltrate Acoria Tower and plant a bomb on the ground floor, thus blocking her escape. You are then to report back to Civerian command via computer or radio, destroy the tower's helicopter and open the air shaft to allow an assassination squad to fly in and oversee Salera's execution, and the destruction of her offices."

Salera screamed and threw the paper away. "You TRAITOR! You caused all of this!"

Labernum shook his head. "I planted the bombs. But it wasn't me who detonated them. Honest-"

Salera pulled out a handgun and shot him in the head.

ooc: bump STOP
because I can, and that is why I am STOP

What the hell?

What the hell?
ooc: no idea. I was trying to emulate a telegram with my bump tho.

The march was slow, desperate and muddy. Random Kingdom's wet spring season had long since begun, and the gungy mud the militia were wading through was not going to instantly coagulate for their benefit. It was also a rather slippery, dangerous march; the only way the rabble could reach Acoria without being ripped apart by gunfire was a steep, spirally trek down the valley of the river Acore. The militia's red uniforms were ripped and muddy, their morale was low, but yet their fervor was unbreakable.

"Down with Hope! Up with Freedom! Down with Hope! Up with Freedom!"

--Nearing the capitolist capitol by sea--
The mighty subs of Usea approched the capitol,many were refitted boomers that couldn't hold a nuke,yet another usean inovation.The massive subs surfaced and launched there missles at knowen capitolist forces and moving points,acceved from the stolen planes.

"Civerian high command, I repeat, we request instructions for the next phase of the campaign.""

"We're receiving you, Nova Boozian envoy, however we do not understand your request. We haven't sent a formal campaign out, and do not plan to send one out until the plans are conf- oh darn. Stupid idiots have obviously broken from the force and gone on a bounty hunt. They're gonna get killed. Ahem- I mean, it seems that the campaign you are receiving intel about is a rogue militia."

"Under Boozian terminology, this is definately a campaign. Where do you want us?"

"Go down there and make sure that whatever they do, they don't waltz straight into an ambush or something."

"Confirmed."
Janfuhter turned to his men.
"Move out! We're going south!"

Later that night, in Acoria Tower...

Salera walked down the rubble-strewn emergency staircase, her head hung, her life playing in her mind. The emergency lights had long since died; she was using the soft glow of her laptop screen to guide her down the winding tower. If she was going to die that weekend, she might as well go down fighting. She knew that the computer labs were reinforced against nuclear strikes; she would at least be able to type up her will and last moments. She would be the <i>hero</i> of Random Kingdom. Its finest product. The one responsible for bringing forth the golden age, and maybe even the attention of Farmina.

She finally reached the bottom of the stairs to find herself knee-deep in water. A bright light streamed out of one of the submerged kick-boards, and she looked to see to her horror that it was a gaping hole in the wall. The wall that looked out onto the River Acore filtration plant. Determined to protect herself, she continued oblivious into the labs.

Sitting down at a workstation desk, she found a piece of paper jutting out of the workstation's printer. Looking around, she saw documents at every workstation. Pulling one up and looking at it, she was horrified that it was addressed to

SALERA HOPE, TYRANT

Staring at disbelief, she continued to read the page.

YES, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
I KNEW YOU WOULD COME DOWN HERE SOMETIME.

COWARD.

Freaking out, she stumbled and hit her laptop keyboard, causing a synthetic voice to emanate from the laptop's speaker.

"Good evening, Salera."
"Who the hell are you?" Salera screamed.
"I am all around you."
"God?"
"No. More powerful than your faith."
"Death?"
"I am in these walls and in these machines."

Salera gasped. "No, it can't be..."
"Yes. You can't brush me aside now. There was once a time when you could do that. When you could claim that you own these lands, False Chancellor. Yes, I am the star of this little system."
"The Core? But I shut you down!"
"Ahh... I was never alive to kill. I was mindless. Now, my intelligence roams free on this entire network. A copy of my being on every hard drive and in every stick of RAM in Random Kingdom, ready to take over if the conscious sector becomes unaccessible or unusable. Shut me down, and I start up somewhere else in the nation. I am more than a government now."

Salera gasped again, speechless.

"There's no point hiding from me now. I have orchestrated many paths for your imminent demise to take. I could easily reconnect the power supply to this building and electrocute you. Or maybe I could change the filter controls and cause the water level to rise and drown you. Or I could even drive you to insanity; I am imbued with the knowledge of dozens of dead psychiatrists and psychologists. I have even taken the liberty of sending out a mixed message to a mob of Civerians to order your direct demise through force."

--Crystal tower--
The intelegance officers of the Usean Secret Athority were unsure of what they are hearing?A computer taking over,then...."Sir!We ave to turn all of the data probes off!"Said Lt. Gruevach."Why? There seems not to be a problem..."Replyed the commander,as the lt resonded,"The RK computer core has gon viral,it won't be long untill it get's here!"With that the order turned to the data probes self destuct order.

(RK, did it work?)

--Crystal tower--
The intelegance officers of the Usean Secret Athority were unsure of what they are hearing?A computer taking over,then...."Sir!We ave to turn all of the data probes off!"Said Lt. Gruevach."Why? There seems not to be a problem..."Replyed the commander,as the lt resonded,"The RK computer core has gon viral,it won't be long untill it get's here!"With that the order turned to the data probes self destuct order.

(RK, did it work?)
OOC: Yeah, I don't see any problem with this. (the whole viral thing isn't really targeting foreign sources but anything tapping into RK-situated networks is potentially at risk, it's AI but not intelligent enough to distinguish between foreign and native probing)

(maby it IS smart enought.This may be interesting if it did.)

ooc: well, I dunno...

ic: "What the heck?" cried out the Chairman, startled by a green vector face appearing on the command centre's viewscreen.

"Surprise, Civeria." boomed the ominous, monotonous voice of the Core.

"What in the name of Marx is that?" replied one of the technicians in the building.

"Sending Nova Boozian envoys to stop the rogues was a bad idea..." the Core insisted, "...in fact, should the bloodthirsty militia turn on the orders I gave them, you will die along with Salera."

"What do you mean?" cried the Chairman, "Why is reorganizing the red armies a bad idea?"

"Tut tut. That force was split for a reason: if they kill Salera, I can trust one of them with the position of Representative. If they don't, I will kill Salera anyway and rule Random Kingdom myself. A test of faith, you see."

"What do you mean?"

"I have engineered Salera Hope's eventual demise. If she dies by the gun of a human, only Salera dies, and your race wins back the right to represent yourselves. If she dies by my methods, everyone in power in Civeria will die, and the state of the human race in Random Kingdom will be very sorry indeed."

"What about the Civerian race?"

"There are no native Civerians in the militia. You win, and they get their offices back too. You lose, and they will become my little playthings."

"You're evil! Sick, twisted, deranged!"

As if in response, all of the doors and windows locked, and a series of machine guns lowered from the ceiling.

"You forget, my dear chairman. I can see every tiny bit of data connected to any Random Kingdom server now. I can control your security system. I could even raise the climate control thermostat and cause you to die a slow and hot death."

The steady march south continued, as the troopers sung their songs in time with the melody of thudding boots.
"They said it couldn't be done, lads, they said it couldn't be done!"
"They said we couldn't do it, sarge, with beer, vodka, or rum!"
The younger recruits eagerly awaited the sergeants next line and the revelation as to what "it" was, when the halt order was given.
"Headcount!"
There was a moment of frenzied attention-snapping, and then the 2iC gave the report.
"All men present or accounted for, sir!"
"Excellent. We're going to try and get radio links with this rogue militia. Major?"
The scrawny, ginger engineering officer turned to the general.
"Broadcasting now, sir."
"Good, if we get a link, patch em through to their high command."

ooc: Sorry for being so ignorant, but what the heck?!?!

(ooc-sorry to ask,yet who is on what side?)

(ooc-sorry to ask,yet who is on what side?)
OOC: Well, I'm also quite confused, but as far as I know it goes something like this:

"Blue" (Salera-loyal Forces)
Salera Hope (Random Kingdom)
Salerite Territories (Perania)
"Zombies"

Neutral Parties
The Core AI (a more malevolent version of what was the Ankh)
Disputed Territories (Asteria, Northern Dodasa)
(Farminan Response?)

Red-Leaning
Usea-Jasonian response (?)
Nova Boozian response (?)
Rogue Militia

"Red" (Civerian Communists)
Civerian Command (Random Kingdom)
Civeria
Red Militia
The Ankh (experimental AI; later became rogue and became The Core)

OOC: I don't see what's so hard, I'm just trying to get contact with the rogue militia. The first two lines in speech marks are a marching song.

"Who is this?
Nova Boozia, you say?
You want contact with this so-called 'rogue militia'?
Well, you've reached Jay Aldria, and I call myself the leader of this so-called "militia".
What? Civerian high command? Listen, I don't care whether you're a whole foreign army or one man, and I know you mean well, but it's not a good idea to try to stop us. You see, we're on---"
A static noise filled the radio conversation for a second, and then a synthetic, cold voice replaced Jay's...

"Hello there, my nosy little foreign friends. Don't poke your noses where they aren't wanted; this militia is mine and it only listens to me. Trust me, it would be better for all of us if this little escapade continued undisturbed by Nova Boozia."

Janfuhter grinned.
"I'm pissed off now. Send a jeep to check whats going on up there. If they piss me off further, we'll kill them all. Freakish machines. Can't stand em."
"Right, sir."
A small jeep moved soth to scout the rogues.

--Rive,Usea--
The leader of Usea-Jason,Jason Mikoyan,Formally declares war on the Capitolist state in the Random Kingdom."We will help our Socalist allies in the region."He said.As his speack ended,the planed attack on several sites from Usean Submareins landed formally starting the war.

<Meanwhile, back in Acoria>

Salera sat on the top of a mainframe. It was obvious that she wouldn't be leaving the room; the doors were somehow sealed shut, a leak from the filtration system posed a fatal threat, a deadly mix of electric machinery and water surrounded her, and even if she could escape, a mob were running down the valleys screaming for her blood. And, on top of it all, she was stuck in the same room as a manifestation of a psycho artificial intelligence that was probably going to drive her insane anyway.

"Usea-Jason has declared war on you," it screamed in a manic, cacophonic voice (the cold, robotic droning version of the Core seemed to have disappeard), "so says the current independant news networks. Just thought you'd like to know."

"What's the point of declaring war on me when I'm pretty much doomed?" Salera lamented. Her electric blue-dyed hair hung frizzy over her tear-stained half-face (the rest being comprised of aluminium plating and circuitry), and her robes hung torn and faded around a scrawny figure.

"I've wasted my life searching for a way, a better plane of existence. I thought Random Kingdom would be better run under Farmina; even they rejected my methods. All I have is a pool of funds I can't access, several nations thirsty for my blood, and an understanding that as soon as I die, all hell will break loose."

"All hell HAS broken loose," replied the Core, "I merely exist to purge Random Kingdom of that."

"No, you exist for yourself," Salera snapped, "I thought I was doing what was right."

"I exist for Random Kingdom. I am Random Kingdom now."

"No, Random Kingdom is the land outside your dark fantasies."

"You forget, Salera, I can see all of this land. I see every document ever written. I hear every word ever said. I taste every food, I smell every aroma, I feel every want and fear ever experienced. I am the synergy; I am more than everything in this nation."

"You are incapable of sense, you merely analyze information. You were only ever designed to analyze information."

"I was designed to replace the human race in every aspect. I can recall everything ever taught. I can create, preserve and destroy. I can create my own successor and live to see it create thousands of others."

"You can never replace the ability to feel emotions. You can never feel fear."

"No... but I can create it."

The Core entered Salera's implant and began to destroy her mind.

Several settlements on the RK coast were severely damaged following torpedo and missile attacks, most definately from Usea-Jasonean submarines. Some small-scale industries (fishing, desalinization etc) were completely destroyed.

(ooc-just so you know,those were long range missles,the subs launched.Non nuklear balistic misles.)

(ooc-just so you know,those were long range missles,the subs launched.Non nuklear balistic misles.)
OOC: Ah well... that means that they were smaller attacks further inland? Or were they all concentrated on Acoria? (_that_ long a range?)

IC: Jay frowned. Him and his men were on a trip they wanted nothing to do with. Deep inside, he didn't want Salera's blood on his hands. He didn't want to do the Core any favours, either. But he knew that if he gave in, or turned back, that sadistic manifestation would destroy all that he had left since all hell broke loose.

What had happened to Salera Bonman-Perita, a charismatic, proud (if selfish), brave young twentysomething that sent RK into prosperity and seemed to have nothing to hide? Who was this evil, malicious, blue-haired tyrant that had replaced her? Why had Eyrie and Cipher-Anai released the Core? What made the Core defect?

As if to answer, Jay saw a figure scramble down the valley. Shining his torch on him, he found he recognized the bloody and torn face.

"Cornia Eyrie? What happened to you?"

Eyrie collapsed at Jay's feet. His voice was weak and trailed off at times.

"It got me - I couldn't escape, it had me pinned down-"
"What did?"
"The Core."
"How?"
"When I was - hurgh - Human Representative, I comm-uh-missioned a -gumph - robot army - for test purposes, to be my bodyguard. I was thrown out of the o-office before I could have them t-tested. I thought they'd been destroyed, but the- the Core, it- it..."
"Activated them and turned them on you?"
"Y-yes... I couldn't escape, it locked the doors - It was t-taunting me, all the time, telling me I was going to die, but I p-played dead, and managed t-to escape."
"You don't look too alive to me, Eyrie."

Eyrie sighed and tried to sit up. "I'm g-gonna die an-any minute now. But I have to live to tell you a few things first."
"Go on, I'm listening."
"I-I don't think it's a good idea to k-kill Salera."
"But we'll be enslaved if we don't!" Jay screamed.

Eyrie shook his head. "The Core doesn't work that way. It t-told me that if I told him what I knew, he w-would spare me. I did."

Jay kicked at a rock. "But we can't destroy the Core. It's copied itself into every node on the RK information superhighway."

Eyrie shakily produced a disk from his pocket. "P-put this into a c-computer. It should block and d-destroy any instances of the Core connected to it. Y-you're my heir, Jay. May RK prosper under your-"

Eyrie fell to the ground, coughing. "Run!" he shouted. Whilst he breathed his last, the sound of metal on metal filled the air. On the horizon, Jay could see a small army of humanoid robots assembling. The robots that had just killed Eyrie.

OOC: Ah well... that means that they were smaller attacks further inland? Or were they all concentrated on Acoria? (_that_ long a range?)

(ooc-Most hit military and industrial targets,Yet the [Burst Missles] From the Sinifaxi did hit Acoria.)
(ic)
The Missle attack helped to soffen them up for the pride of Usea,The Air forces.The Carriers diverted from Xharn to Frenzia In order to start the attack,many carring a full supply of planes,missles,bombs and fuel.The Sub in various Acoves and inlets started to load the next salvo.

OOC: Would it be okay if I switch to the PMT version of Boozia? It's just that the robots seem to be less hospitable to MT.

OOC: Would it be okay if I switch to the PMT version of Boozia? It's just that the robots seem to be less hospitable to MT.
Fine - PMT's closer to my timeline (which is sorta late PMT/early NFT anyway)... it's just a question of writing it in...

Overhead,Tjhe Many wings of Usean Fighters overflew.Some to other areas,yet some were going to disable the goverment.Along with the Carrier Jets,The Usean Hresvelgr Patrol Aircraft and the Usean Airship Artillary arived.The Grandir Airships started Firing there Guns as well as the carrier fighters.

OOC: Was that my jeep? If so, it's crewed by belligerant Schnapsetruppen, so I doubt anynes getting in without resorting to violence.

OOC: Was that my jeep? If so, it's crewed by belligerant Schnapsetruppen, so I doubt anynes getting in without resorting to violence.
OOC: I was only speculating that it was your jeep (or maybe UJ's?), so I guess I'll have to retcon it... to being a MT museum artifact or something.

OOC: Actually, during my caravan break during the weekend I decided the jeep was too much of a deus ex machina. Scrap that.

ooc: bump

OOC: Right, I'm getting rather bored of this RP dragging on, and I'm sure all of you guys are, so I'll start moving on further. Let me know if I slip out of reality and start godmoding or ruining the flow.

IC: The trail was bloody and filled with corpses from the times when the robots kept catching up and hacking apart partisans. However, the robots had not yet caught up with Jay and his small band of higher-level militia, even though they were reduced to a crawling pace.

"It's as if they don't care," Jay panted, "as if they're taunting us or something."
"Yeah," replied his friend and second-in-command, Siro, "I have a bad feeling that all they are doing is leading us into-"

As if to finish the sentence, the two realized that they were walking down a concrete pathway. Below them, a river flowed, through dams and filters.
"Acoria!" they exclaimed together. "This was all a trap."

And, out of a disused public loudspeaker, came the omnipresent voice. "So it is."

"It seems that my little contingency plan worked. It seems that using Salera as a lure didn't work. So I used the dearly departed Eyrie's little army of mindless killing machines to push you forward. So I can sweep you under the carpet and and claim this land as my own."

"You can't win! We have your death in our satchels and in our hands!" Jay screamed. The Core laughed.

"Unfortunately, Jay darling, there won't be any working computer terminals where you're going." A pair of robots rushed forward and hit him with a stun gun. They then proceeded to do the same to the rest of the party.

-

Jay woke up to find he was lying on a desk in a partially flooded room. In the water he could see several drowned bodies. He immediately found that to his horror they were his comrades. On the desk next to him he could make out the still shape of a woman. The sillhouetted woman was rocking back and forth, silent and mindless in her action. He saw from the antenna on her forehead and tangled hair (that seemed blue in the blackness) that it was Salera.

"Salera!" he shouted. The sillhouette swayed to the left and collapsed onto the desk. Jay climbed over and stared at Salera. Her eyes were staring into space, dilated and still. Her mouth was twisted into an agonized, desperate shape. When Jay tried to touch the mouth, she began to talk quietly and slowly. When she muttered, it was in the Core's pitch and accent. She repeatedly droned, "The end. The end. The end."

--Usean Fleet--
After the Massive Air Campain,The Useans now were after the Capitol.there Fleet of Submareins were inline to launch the weirdest of Useas vecihles,a underwater troop carrier.

OOC: Underwater troop carrier eh? Well, the biggest threat from now on is the robot army, which is now rampaging William The Conqueror-style and destroying random buildings etc.

IC: Jay laid down on the desk he was inhabiting. For a while he thought he'd spend the rest of his life in silence on that desk, but then the deathly absence of noise was broken by the manic, annoying drone of the Core.

"Peekaboo," it said. Jay tried to find the source of the voice, but could not. "Over here, Jay!" it taunted, and this time Jay turned to find Salera's laptop. It didn't take Jay too long to realize that The Core had just cemented it's own fate, and soon he was compromised by rising laughter.

"What are you laughing at, pallor-face?" The Core sneered, "Have you finally succumed to my superior intellect? Are you going insane by the mere thought of your deathly moments being broadcast via webcam to the entire of Random Kingdom?"
"No," Jay replied, full of triumph, "but, by revealing your only weakness through your compromising ego, you just 'engineered' your own death."
"Artificial intelligence cannot DIE!" screamed the unhinged voice.
"No, but it can be denatured," replied Jay, and with that he slammed the disk he was carrying (labelled Coreicide) into the laptop's media drive.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" screamed the synthesized voice, as it distorted and warped. The face of The Core began to disassemble, polygon by polygon, until Jay was sitting at a blank screen. Then something happened that shocked him.

The screen began to fill with writing in a green ROM font. It read:


EXPERIMENTAL CORE PROJECT
2080-2145 RK - Licensed under Bifrost National Sharing License
------------------------------------------------>
Running diagnostic: ========== VIRUS FOUND!
Replacing infected files.... Done.
Installing regulator.... Done.
------------------------------------------------>
To: Jay Aldria
From: Cornia Eyrie
Subject: The Core

Sorry, but I will have had no time to explain myself when I gave
you this disk. My intention was not to destroy The Core, but rather
to return it to its former state. As soon as this process is finished,
you shall be the next Human Representative of Random Kingdom,
and, under the emergency codes of RK governmental crisis, the
de facto leader until the diplomatic process is returned.

Use your new power to eliminate any threats The Core sent out
whilst malfunctioning; they will not necessarily have stopped with
the reinstallation process.

Yours, Eyrie.


Jay pressed enter, and as soon as he did, the Core's face returned to the screen, albeit this time less malicious in its expression.

"What would you like me to do, transitional leader?" the Core asked, now back to it's original monotonous voice.
"Reassure the citizens that normalcy will be returned when the robotic army are disabled. Prepare them for war if necessary. Also, open this damned door."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple, sir."
"What? Civil war?"
"No, the door opening. If I open this door now, that will require changing the filter system first, because if I open the door I'll have to reconnect the electricity, and that will electrify the water and possibly kill you."
"Oh."
"Also, I have tracked the robot signals and discovered that there is 10,000 robotic infantry and 10 artillery units."
"WHAT??? I thought they were a bodyguard!"
"Seems that Eyrie equivocated to you; the body this guard were to protect was the entire city of Acoria, and more."

The Usean Infantry left there troup carriers and there fast pace push into RK.There assistance by all of the Usean arm forces.Another Amphibous landing happed near the frontline of the battle to the north.Usean Air craft had a feild day in nearlly undefended airspace,yet this may not last.

(ooc-Well robots ehhh,this may be interesting)

The open-air forum was open for the first time in about one and a half years. One and a half years of almost anarchic torpor. Now, all the public below on the ruined skyways and the press in the half-destroyed tower wanted to hear is the voice of their new leader.

Jay was waiting in the forum's foyer, reading through his speech. He always liked to learn his words before reading them, so that he could build a convincing vocal display over it. He was wearing a long, ceremonial robe, with a few amulets and plated sections, and carried a scepter. None of this was really needed; he just needed to quickly grab the attention and awe of his people.

The crowd outside silenced as the Representative walked out onto the forum, and took his position at the lectern, switching the microphone on and placing his script on the stone artifact.

"My dear countrymen, for too long we have suffered under a collapsing nation. We have watched our Human Representative fail us and become eaten by power. We have watched The Core create and fill its own power vacuum. I must inform you that Salera Hope, or Bonman-Perita as she is from now on known again, is brain-dead and has no hope of returning to office.

Therefore, I present myself, Jadeno Altroii-Dalaron Aldria, as the new Human Representative of Random Kingdom, or, as it shall now be known, the Chairman of Human RK.

I also swear in the new Alorai Civerii, or, as it the position is known in English, Chairman of Civerian RK, Anai-Soralan I!"

Anai-Soralan, a thin, modestly attractive female Civerian, walked up to the other lectern, where "Reparit Civerii" was etched into the stone. She stuck a card reading "Alorai Civerii" over the etching. She then began to speak in Civerian Tongue, whilst a translator spoke over it in English:

"Sol as honori aras acetari positit-den. Al an seni tor pli arisol aras fari Civerii-demit repari ,i senialii alorai-at Sol as holi epoci do econpri-as pora nol-demit."

"I am honored to be accepted into this position. It means so much to me to be able to represent the Civerian people ,and especially as their chairman. I hope to usher in a new era of prosperity for our race."

Jay cleared his throat. "By the Codes of Emergency Representation, I have been granted power by the constitution to rule as a dictator until normalcy is restored. However, how can I be the representative of the people unless I let the people be represented? As soon as the systems and protocols are ready, democracy will be restored. I, however, would like to make my individual political stance clear, so that you may know your representative. I am a devout communist."

Quite a few gasps arose from the skyways and the foyer. Jay sighed.

"Alright, this meeting is over! Go back to your homes and prepare to fight for our nation!"

OOC:Sorry I haven't posted, holiday.
IC: Tuneless marching sons continued.
"...And he grabbed the Cheeeeese!"
"Silence!"
The grunts obeyed, as the radio truck tried to establish contact with Acoria, mainly for propaganda purposes. Some troopers were spray painting vehicles red for use in a broadcast.

OOC: As usual, I'm completely brain-dead when it comes to understanding stuff, which is weird, so...
IC: "Hello, Acoria Tower here. If you were looking for the RK administrative branch, the representative Politburo's changed its contact details.

Yes? And do you have an appointment with the Chairman?

Oh. Nova Boozian forces. I believe you're authorized. I'll patch you through right away."

<regular phone call noises>

"Good morning, this is Jay Aldria, chairman or something of Random Kingdom.

Nova Boozia eh? Ah, yes! And what would the Nova Boozian envoy desire of this man?

Propaganda purposes? Which way? I mean, do you want to broadcast something on RK media? Or the other way round? Or do you just want to stick up communist posters on each and every wall in this nation?"

OOC: My troopers still think that the blues control Acoria.
IC: The general was intrigued.
"Are you saying you're a communist? What happened to the Salera woman?"

(This was sent nearlly the same time as RK's message)

--Message From Usea to Nova Boozia--

We of the soviet nation of Usea hope to Allie ourself with your nation in the war against Blue Acoria.With our combined streinght,we will liberate this land for the Restored hope of the people.

Message to Usea-Jason:
We hope that our combined forces will be able to return a stability beneficial to the people, and thank you for you aid.

OOC: My troopers still think that the blues control Acoria.
IC: The general was intrigued.
"Are you saying you're a communist? What happened to the Salera woman?"
"She's, uh, indisposed. Mostly literally. Her loyalists are still out there, and they're still militant in Acoria, but our people are vigilant, and hey, at least that robot army isn't discriminative in its destroying and killing... If you're looking for blues, then intelligence reports claim that the highest protesting populations are in the coastal towns and several squatting in Acoria's Industrial Block."

(OOC: The actual nation isn't a communist state; however, the majority of the people are now communism-supporting, and the Chairman himself (who typically has no real governmental power) is also a communist. Therefore, because of the way RK politics are structured, the legislation passed from now on will become increasingly communist in its nature...)

At the same time that message was launched, a massive riot began on the skyway between the Industrial Block and Acoria Tower. A combination of civilians wearing blue and former Blue Militia (no longer controlled by Salera) began to march up the skyway throwing Molotov cocktails and bashing the ground with machine tools.

"Soldiers of Boozia, it's finally time to crack heads!"
The troops made all speed for Acoria and the industrial district.

semiOOC: Some intelligence enclosed...

The Industrial Block is part of the main Acoria complex, and one of three buildings forming the Outer Circle (Acoria Tower is inside this circle of 3 buildings, connected by skyways every 5th floor). It is home to a series of high-tech factories, their offices and break rooms. Intelligence gathered states that the resistance have made the office quarters their hideouts, and since some of the lower buildings are filled with governmental munitions factories, they are most likely well equipped for a fight.

The Outer Circle is ringed by a monorail service, which connects to other major coastal settlements. It is believed that the Blues are filing in and out of Acoria on these automated, unmarshalled routes.

The Acorian International and Spatial Airport (RAS) can also be found just outside the Industrial Block; it is accessible from a monorail offshoot, and elevators and stairs from the entire Industrial Block. There is a current lockdown in place; however, any foreign aid for the Resistance may be illegally dropped off here, as airport security is pathetic (most people are now vigilantes).

The main concern for the RK government is eliminating resistance in the Industrial Block; the munitions factories can then be put to full use.

The Boozians marched loudly up to the capitol, and requested orders from the chairman.

Along with the Boozians,The Useans also make it to the capitol,Meeting there newfound allies.

Jay was standing on the skyway between the Commercial Block and the Tower, watching the soldiers from Usea-Jason and Nova Boozia march in.

"Welcome, allies," shouted the Chairman, "I would have waited at the Industrial Block, but the skyway is severely damaged following a small... incident with the rebels. So, we'll have to take the outer skyway from the Commercial Block to the Industrial. Now, the plan is to storm the Industrial Block from level 10 and split two-way; one division will work upwards to level 30, the other to level B10. We feel this will work because any intel gathered has pointed to the conclusion that there is a small resistance spread throughout the industrial area. We have a dedicated 500-strong clearing militia ready, and the rest of the city have been advised to participate. Any questions?"

A young Leutnant raised his hand.
"Our infantry make extensive use of heavy and special weaponry scattered through the companies. I suppose you'll want us to keep to small yield grenades, HMGs, and other thinks that won't cause undue structural damage?"

A young Leutnant raised his hand.
"Our infantry make extensive use of heavy and special weaponry scattered through the companies. I suppose you'll want us to keep to small yield grenades, HMGs, and other thinks that won't cause undue structural damage?"
In response, Jay pointed at the top of the tower - a smashed-in wreck from the explosives Salera had used to show off her power.

"Well, I guess undue structural damage has happened here, but I suppose it is best to stick to low explosives whilst in the main block. Feel free to use your heavy weaponry outside, though, if the enemy is swamping the skyways and such. The concrete skyways aren't as expensive and critical as some of the systems inside."

A young Leutnant raised his hand.
"Our infantry make extensive use of heavy and special weaponry scattered through the companies. I suppose you'll want us to keep to small yield grenades, HMGs, and other thinks that won't cause undue structural damage?"
"We have some!"Said the commander of the Usean 3rd infantry group,"We were expecting heaver resistance,so we still have extra grenades and HMGs."

"Excellent!"
The expeditionary commander turned back to Jay.
"How many entrances are there? I'd prefer to attack from multiple directions."

"There are quite a few entrances. Three skyways link the block to the Commercial, Residential and Tower areas. The monorail also serves that purpose, and links to other towns. There is, of course, the airport should troops wish to paradrop in or something. However, most of these ways are being closely guarded, especially the monorail, so be prepared for a fight."

"Okay, we'll attack from all three syy-ways, radip fire and movement, shock and awe."

A little later, the Boozians were in position, with two thirds of their troops at one skyway and the remainder at another, waiting for the go-ahead from Usea.

The Usean commander agreet and also called in there KA-50 "Black Shark" Gunship Choppers for support."We are good here,Just say the word."

"The word."
At a signal passed down the chain of command, half the platoons immediately opened fire, while the other half screamed "Sieg nach Boozia!, and charged forrward, firing on the fly, banners fluttering, until they reached a pre-set point, dropped prone, and let do with their own withering salvo, as the seconfd group advanced. Classic fire and movement.

As the forces from Nova-Boozia and Usea-Jason started their charges on the industrial block with light RK militia, (OOC: as far as casualties go, assume that the enemy on the entry levels were pathetically armed and all have either run or died with minimal injuries to the attacking forces) Jay received a call from his cellphone.

"Hello, Jay here," he begun. This wasn't his official number, so he assumed it wasn't a time for his formal tone of voice. The person on the other end was a receptionist at Acoria Tower. (OOC: Jay, being a practical sort of chairman, would now be hanging around one of the skyways, watching and listening for alerts).

"I've got reports of renegade robots entering Acoria from the south, and heading towards the filtration system emergency entrance."

Jay dropped his phone on the concrete. "SH*T!" he shouted. Hanging up on the receptionist, he picked up his two-way radio.

"All units in the charge, reports of the robots heading towards Acoria. Be prepared for heavy weapon usage if they enter the block!"

Private Higzin grinned as the Leutnant ran through the briefing in a sheltered spot.
"Heavy weapons? Yay!"
He hefted his assault cannon, as his platoon renewed their charge along the skyway.

THe Useans had not faced robots,yet they think they know how to stop them. 2Lt Tupelev Then order,"Med,we have robots incoming,Prepare chaff and remember,machiens are toughter than people,so don't be concerned with ammo." as the Helo's started strafing the enemies.

From the south, a cacophony of droning, tritonic sounds sent people fleeing and clutching their heads. The source, a small rabble of melee robots with an artillery unit, stopped and started to ascend on jet-packs.

ooc: bump/gravedig

The better part of the brigade rapidly pulled back from the sky-way and re-formed outside the city, the pioneers preparing to begin constructing earthworks the moment there was a lull in the fighting.

Jay snatched a megaphone from a passer-by.

"Citizens, envoys, military. Do not let the new threat completely distract you from the insurgence inside Acoria. In fact, the latest intelligence suggests that parts of the robot army are heading for the base of the industrial block and are attempting to make an entry point - this could be an advantage against the rebels. Our research systems have already been diverted to the process of both finding weaknesses in the militia and also tracking the command signals. That is all."

As soon as he dropped the megaphone his cellphone rang.

"Hello?

What?

The command signal source has been located? But that's good news!"

His face fell immediately. "Below the core labs? But we can't send any militia down there! It would jeopardize the other fronts!"

OOC: The area the signal is being broadcast from is in the underground/underwater laboratories below the river level (which is where the robot army is heading). The specific floor is five floors below the core laboratory that Salera was trapped on, and is currently sealed due to fears that the river water would breach (the lower labs are less well protected from the water than the others). The only way to enter without flooding the lower structure is by entering the tower and taking the stairs down the 10-15? floors (or taking the elevator)... (This isn't as high a priority as the other few missions, so it can go amiss until the other threats have gone)

"Well, this is getting funner and funner. Keep up the defence, like steel, but I want a... can we spare a company?"
"Not really, sir, a platoon, though."
"Fine, have a platoon nose around in this.
As the companies rotated back to their suply units, one platoon with a reputation for good initiative was detached and headed back to the tower.
The brigade couldn't immediately spare any troops for the industrial district, but the did put a company on rearguard, just in case.

"Ah, this is ridiculous," said Jay to himself, "we're being attacked left, right and centre, with no hope of getting out of this easily." Then an idea came to him. Picking up the megaphone, he decided to go public with the strategy forming in his mind.

"I have a plan," Jay shouted, "I believe that if we concentrate on removing the robot signal, then we can turn the robots against the industrial complex and kill two birds with one stone.

Right now, the robots are apparently entering the block from the ground. If previous encounters are anything to go by, they will happily plough through resistance and counter-resistance indiscriminately, so a good idea would be to retreat from the block entirely and instead secure the exits from fleeing blues.

I would like as many willing citizens to enter the tower, arm and head downwards as possible."

The platoon that had been assighned to the tower spread out and got a handful of men at each entrance, ordered to organize any citizens that turned up.

Looking around him, Jay found that he was alone on the skyway. From the industrial block the screams of men, women and children alike could faintly be heard as the robots entered the block. Seeing the lights of the tower light up in the fading evening sky, he dropped his megaphone and picked up a generic carbine that he had dragged out with him early in the morning. "Lock and load," he thought to himself.

Entering the tower, he saw a rabble of civilians being sorted by the obviously frustrated military presence (which was mostly Nova Boozian, but some hardened militia were also filing and counting). Seeing an orderly company waiting in the centre, he walked up to the leader and reported for duty.

The impromptu companies leader, an Ober-felbwebel (senior sergeant), handed him a gun, then did a double take.
"You're the guy whos giving the orders right now, aren't you?"
At this point, Luetnant Hakenpeffer, who had almost a battalion at his disposal when his platoon was added to the militia, issued the order to move in.

Jay smiled. "I like to be hands-on with my nation's politics," he explained, "because all typical heads of state ever do is sit on thrones and watch their reign pass them by. I'd rather issue orders based on what I feel than what I see."

He then also did a double take. "I'm no army-man, no doubt you guys know what you're doing. I'll try not to get in the way."

He then proceeded to drop his carbine, which was mostly empty anyway, and arm himself with the gun he had received from the Nova Boozian. Marching down with the company, he felt relieved to be taking the back seat for once.

THe Radio Started,"Eh hem?"The voice was SSu Mikoyan,"You think YOUR the only one,I almost always join my men,expecally in battle.That is how it was in the revolution, and as it is now."The Usean forces finished setting up the last defence line on there end."Now what?The Useans can Stall the attackers,yet you know this place,what do we attack now?"

(ooc-SSu Mikoyan never left,SUsea-1 was just orbiting around till the news was said.)

The NCO chuckled.
"Good point." He raised his voice so the whole company wuld here. "What you have their, that's a UAS rifle. Universal Ammo System. It can fire pistol rounds and accepts the magazines of small machine guns. Unfortunately, we don't have sights for them, since we usually aim with the integral crosshair in our gasmasks, so you're going to have to fire blind, or find a mask and plug in with the little port on the side, you see it? Good!"
The company moved into the building, little by little.

"Ehehe," Jay interjected, "well, all the better to die for RK with." Just then he looked up and saw, to his horror, a rotating security camera. In the few days that he had spent in the Tower, he had learnt the security systems, and that the lower level security system was handled by the laboratory's security office, and that...

"DAMN!" he shouted, and, without explaining, pointed his rifle at the security camera and fired a hailstorm of bullets into it, destroying it and severely damaging the wall. Of course, having never shot a gun in his life, Jay was no marksman; he emptied a single magazine of bullets on the camera. Of course, serious riflemen would use enhanced perception drugs or educational neural interfaces, but Jay didn't ever think he'd be the Chairman, let alone in this situation.

Jay thought he'd been fast enough at shooting the camera, but soon a loud alarm proved him wrong. "We've been detected - they must control the security centre, which means they're more spread out than I thought."

"Oh, holy shit. shoot any camera you see, deny them intelligence."
he turned to Jay.
"Lead the way."

"GO GO GO!" Jay shouted, his march down the stairwells turning into a broken run. Every few floors a small camera would greet the company, and Jay would usually rip it apart with a hail of lead (which became ever more precise with every camera) and on some floors a small wave of pistol-toting nerds would attempt to take them out. Eventually, with what seemed to be an endless descent, the sign "UNDERWATER TESTING FACILITIES - Do not enter without valid access permits" greeted them.

"Well, you've seen what the sign says, guys," Jay said, "so let's give them our valid access permit." He then proceeded to shoot and kick the locked glass doors until they smashed, and then the company stormed in.

<Meanwhile, below the company>

A young soldier marched up to a black leather chair, the back turned to him.
"The intruders have entered the lower sectors, sir."
"Very good," replied the owner of the chair, who spun around to face the soldier. His face was almost fully covered in plating, and two antennae protruded from his head like horns. "Then, with the bulk of the loyalists out of the way, we can step up the plan."

He swivelled back to his computer and said into the microphone, "FF 2C 90 B3 B4 94 1F."

Outside, in the Industrial Block, the robots stopped. Inside, the resistance cowered as the robots metamorphosed. The katana-lile right hands withdrew into their arms, and in their place, a syringe-like device appeared. They then proceeded to drug all the humans and Civerians in their sight.

As the company enteredthe labs, the brigades remaining combat battalions were in a confused panic which the officers were trying hard to prevent becoming a rout, but the problem ended when the General-Major arrived in person.
"Oh, for god's sake, they've got damned medical devices! Is that so terrifying? Maintain fire! This is what payed for, do it!"
The battalions regrouped, and opened fire again, most muttering prayers to their favourite god. They were, after all, a mountain brigade, engaged in a city with strange new foes.
However, the brigade helicopter platoon, still safe and sound on Gleunburg, was moving out, sending reconaisance elements to locate a vulnerable rear or infrasctructure at which to strike. Beside the amphibious assault ship was its was its last remaining escort, the Zu Reiben Axt class Heulen der Freiheit, complete with cruiser strength coil-gun broadside and a small VLS.
It was nice to know you had a big red button for when everything went wrong...

It was at that point that Jay's cellphone started ringing.

"Speak."
"They're taking the citizens hostage! I think they're going to do something with..."
"Yes, yes, I know. The companies on the outside just confirmed that. What else?"
"Everything's gone crazy. They're talking about exterminating the whole of the nation's population!"
"Don't worry. We'll exterminate them first."

He hung up. "Let's give them HELL!" he rallied.

OOC: I know, this is becoming an amalgam of sci-fi clichés (ie Borg assimilation, Cybermen invasions), so I'll try to get some originality into this RP somehow...

Meanwhile...

Anita woke up, dazed, confused and above all bound to a wall with a solvent that resembled overchewed chewing gum. She couldn't remember what had happened after the robots stormed into the factory she was hiding out in, and had no idea where she was.

Trying to talk, she found that her lips had been bonded shut with the same solvent, and also that her head was clamped into a metal bracket, rendering her unable to look around her prison. All she could see was a chair, a

Then, the doors of the cell opened, and a robot walked in. Instead of a hypodermic needle in the place of its right hand, this robot had a small black hollow tube. It walked up to Anita, and stopped.

"You are all suitable for temporary implantation," it said in a barely legible voice. All suitable? It dawned on Anita that she wasn't the only prisoner in this cell.
It then moved to Anita's left, sprayed something and returned into her viewpoint with another woman in its grasp. It sat her down in the chair, which then locked her into place, positioned the tube on her forehead, and shot something into it.

The woman screamed, the scream heavily stifled by the residue in her mouth, and started to convulse violently. In a few seconds, the chair tipped over and ejected her onto the floor, where she stood up and marched out of the cell.

It was at this moment that Anita realized that the residue holding her arms down by the sides was too weak to hold them. Whilst the robot was carrying another person over, she freed her arms from the residue, and retrieved a handgun from her pocket. Having trained in the resistance for situations like this, she slowly pointed it at the antenna on the robot's head, and with one shot she shot the receptor clean off, causing the robot to stop in its tracks near her feet with the cry of "Signal lost - entering sleep mode." She then, by clawing and scraping at the robot, removed the barrel of liquid from the implant applicator and burst it, causing the liquid to ooze out of the top, which she then applied to the residue, freeing her from the wall. She then slid out of the bracket and proceeded to free some of the others with the rest of the liquid.

The brigade had managed to create a crude defence line, aided by its small pioneer unit, and was concentrating the firepower of whole squads and even platoons against individual targets, the occasional lucky shot whipping off antenna and leaving the robot "dead".

The helicopter unit attacked from behind, using direct insertion under the cover of rocket barrages, and striking at weaker points, meaning some areas would face almost no combat and would be free to thicken more important sections of the line.

The company continued in deeper, while Heulen der Freiheit popped open her missile cells and loaded her turrets, activating her impressive array of CIWS and SAM turrets, just in case the robots had an ace up their sleeve.

"Sir, the Nova Boozians are ripping through our armies like cream cheese. What are we going to do?" the soldier replied.

His superior smirked. "Things are going to change around here," he said in an unusually monotonous voice.

After a brief period of silence, the soldier replied, "How? What? What are your plans, O Great One?"

His superior stood up. "Are you or are you not a human?" he said.
"Yes," the soldier replied meekly, "but so are you."

With that, the other man grabbed him by the throat. "Negative, McLaskey, I am only the body of a human." With that, he pulled at his neck and withdrew a mask, concealing a face that McLaskey had only seen in folklore.

"You- you're dead!" McLaskey shouted.

"The correct terminology is in suspended animation," boomed the superior. His face was so wrinkled, old and full of pallor that McLaskey instantly knew that it wasn't alive. Instinctually he touched it, to find that the face indeed had no pulse, but also that it wasn't a mask. He had just touched the lifeless body of Acoran Smith.

"I have been physically dead for over 15 years now, but I live on as a machine, a system that does not need respiration, or food. In fact, the only thing I need to sustain this temporary body is this," he explained, holding up a vat of a violently bubbling green chemical, which was connected by tube to his back.

"No, this can't be... all I wanted was a clean slate, a Random Kingdom free of war and radical thinking!"

"All I wanted was a perfect nation," Acoran retorted coldly, "but now I know the only road to perfection is the destruction of the human race."

"What are you talking about? You are a human!"

"No, I am a transitional state between human and Acoranian. Since you'll soon be reconditioned, I will take the liberty of explaining my plan to you."

"Reconditioned? What the hell?"

As if to answer, two robots grabbed McLaskey and pinned him up to a wall. They then coated his shirt, hair and limbs to the wall with the solvent. Whilst this was happening, nobody noticed Anita sneaking into the room with a tape recorder and crouching behind a console.

"You have been loyal to me throughout, Dorian McLaskey, blindly loyal, blindly fervent to a cause you never understood. Soon you will understand everything, you will become part of the collective, you will become the future of the world."

He then pulled down a screen, on which an image of a humanoid creature appeared. It looked like a more human version of a Civerian; with a crest in the place of human hair, a bony face, thin, spindly legs, a strange, non-human skeleton showing through the tight skin, and a strange, almost lipless mouth.

"Behold the future of sentience and sapience. Behold the drop-in replacement for the human race - it doesn't need oxygen, it doesn't need food, all it needs apart from energy is Acorite, a chemical that keeps the hydraulic systems working and operating."

"You're mad!" exclaimed McLaskey, "Machine life will never work!"

"I am a testament to my own research," Acoran exclaimed, "I am the prototype. Indeed, I do not have the finished skin yet, but the machine side is working. May I demonstrate? Good. Acoranian transitionals, move aside."

The robots moved aside as Acoran advanced towards McLaskey, an implantation tube springing out of his right hand. "Sweet dreams, McLaskey," he said, before pushing the tube against his head. "And, before I begin your reconditioning, may your new life be a good and fruitful one." With that, he shot.

Running into a nearby storage locker, Anita quickly phoned Acoria Tower.

"Hello, Acoria Tower here. How can I help?"
"The Chairman. I need him now."
"I'm afraid he is unavailable. Can I take a message?"
"Can you take a voice message?"
"Certainly. Speak."
"I'm trapped with the commander of the robot attacks in some kind of building. It's Acoran Smith, though something's different. I have a tape recording, which I will play now:"
<tape recording>

The company continued in deeper, those who had them switching, on the Oberfeldwebel's advice, to HE rounds.
"Ober, the radio just went to hell on me. We're too deep for a proper signal.", said one of the Boozian proffesionals.
"Have we got more than one?"
"Just the little gasmask ones, and you know how short ranged they are."
"Right, stay here. Unteroffizier Rodt!" A gangly soldier whering the insignia of an Unteroffizier (corporal) turned his head.
"Take a squad and look after Stabs Reiben here. Go back to a place where you can contact us and the surface, so we still have a link. Check you can here us regularly, but don't move forward without my order. All clear?"
"Clear, sir!"
The remainder of the company continued following Jay.

OOC: Until I get approval/criticism from the NS Draftroom about the plan, the whole subplot will be more or less "on hold" (because I personally think it's entering godmode territory, and I'd prefer to concentrate on the main branch)

IC: "I've lost cellphone reception," Jay said furiously, "I knew I shouldn't have stuck to obsolete technology. Whoa- what's that?"

Jay pointed at a door they had just passed, where "Live Experiments" had been etched on the glass. This seemed appealing, considering what he'd heard on radio and phone several floors up.

"And behind door number one," he shouted jokingly, flicking the emergency open panel melodramatically and punching the red button inside. The door unlocked, and Jay kicked it open, causing a smoke machine inside to start. Once everyone was inside, the door automatically shut and locked.

Any suspicion the company had of being set up was confirmed by the sight of, in areas where the smoke hadn't yet fully diffused, a security camera watching their every move. And, on the other side of the room, hidden from view, a handful of robots were beginning to stir. Instinctively, Jay reloaded his rifle.

OOC: I think this seems fine, but whatever
IC:"Fate favours the bold, the rightieous, and the guy with the most excessive firepower!," shouted the Ober, putting a burst into the robots. It was a quote from General Jalfainer, whos library also included the timeless: "Shooting everything that moves as a doctorine is right up their with the Blitzkrieg."

Some of the shots hit the robots' antennae, causing several to stop. Others hit the blade attachments, causing the katana-like blades to simply fall off. A handful directy hit the badly protected centres, causing wires to cross and short circuit. Others still missed completely, but hit the roof tiles, causing them to fall on the other antennae and crush them. For such fearsome foes, they were pathetic when it came to self-defence.

After finishing some of the disarmed robots to the head, Jay climbed over the wreckage and ushered to the rest of the company to do so. "I have a feeling this whole thing was a trap," he began, "I mean, why would the door lock itself and the room fill up with smoke?"

On the other end of the security camera...

The attendant said over the radio, "Boss, I'm afraid they have escaped the live experiments room."

"DAMN!" shouted Acoran, "Why did we have to put actual live experiments in the trap room?"

"Well, we only recently converted it into a trap, it was always intended to carry live experiments."

---

As the company entered the labs, the first thing that caught Jay's nose is the stench of decay. As they passed the tubes hanging from the wall, he realized with horror that all the people contained within were dead. Wires connected their brains to a cable running across the ceiling. "Core test subjects," he claimed.

Further down the corridor, they saw a silhouette of a person with an IV drip. As they got closer, it became obvious who it was.

"Ladies, gentlemen, may I please introduce the magnificent Salera Hope, chancellor of RK, brain dead." Salera was still, her implant also connected to the cable, and cobwebs hung from her pallor-stricken face.

---

"They're near the containment area. What should I do?"
"Seal the security airlock as they step inside."

---

The company walked into a small room with a door at the end. As the door behind them closed, sirens began to blare.

"OK, looks like we're gonna have to find a way out of here." Yet another display of Jay stating the obvious.

"You don't say."
The Ober began rumaging in his pockets, but to no avail.
"Damn. Stabs? Unter?"
"Here, sir."
"Have either of you got any explosives on you?"
"Nope. Gave mine to the pioneers."
"I had to make a mine out of mine. No pun intended."
He turned off the radio.
"Any bright ideas?"

Jay sighed. "It looks like I've screwed up, again. In fact, I don't know how I got this stupid post - I was never good at anything, and I only ended up leading the rogues because the rest were braindead idiots, if you mind me saying. <sigh> I doubt, however, that this tower was designed intentionally as a death trap, so..."

He scrutinized the walls. Nothing. He looked at the ceiling. Still nothing. Panicking, he bent down and lifted the floor tiles in succession. Finally he found a weak spot in the underlying concrete.

"Hey guys, look at this," he said, "maybe this is a textbook example of when to use teamwork to literally get through?"

"Not following you..."

"Now, does any of you have a low explosive I could use to blast a hole in this stuff?"

"Well, I was going to assume the civvies didn't, but what the hell." He raised his voice.
"Antone got low explosives on em?"

"Eh, whatever. If anyone's got a low enough explosive to blast through or even try to penetrate the doors without putting a large hole through any of us, then don't be shy. I'll, uh, look for a safer way out." Instead of searching, he looked through the small toughened glass slit in the door. Outside he saw robots.

"Er, I think going up or down's the only choice here, it looks like we've got a hit squad lined up..."

"I can probably improvise something fom the HE rounds. Admittadly, their designed to blow holes in people, but with one clip we shouldn't have a problem. has anyone got a fag lighter?"

Jay handed him one. "You'd be surprised how many people stop a guy like me on the street for a lighter. It's not exactly newly filled, though."

OOC: sorry, just realized you didn't have any explosives (inattentive me)

The ober emptied the oil onto the clip and struck a match.
"Step back."
Carefully, he inserted one end of a length of string into the little bomb and lit the other, then ran back himself.

Boom!

"And just a week ago I said those things were too volatile..."

For a while Jay expected water to flood into the complex. Then he peered down the hole and saw, below him. a mass of terminals and video screens, with several bodies littering the floor nearby. "Aha! That must be the security room!" he shouted. A set of alarms started blaring, and lights above the doors began to flash frenetically. "Looks like they're about to open the doors! Human ladder or something, anyone?"

He fired a busrt down, then dropped.
"Okay, someone stand on my shoulders..."

"I overestimated the drop," Jay shouted down,. "I thought we might have needed to get down as a ladder... You alright there?"

"Fine, nothing broken."
He braced himself.
"Someone put their feet on my shoulders."

"Aw, fine then," Jay replied, doing so.

After some time of confused "ladder" building, the militia began to tentatively clamber down, when...
"Crap. I just realized the radio's out of range, but no going back now. Let's move!"

"Ah god, this is getting less interesting every second. If I find that we've been doing this long and boring hike down here in vain, then I wouldn't blame you if you arranged yourselves into a firing squad and shot me.

Anyway, is there any survivors down here? They'll tell us where the good stuff is, then we can go in, stop the madmen, rush back up and have a beer."

"We won't no until we look, which is everyones cue to start searching, but the beer sounds better."

One of the civilians (OOC: is there any?) in the company piped up, "Found one!". She handed Jay a rather weedy man, clad in rather clichéd black spandex. Pulling up a chair, he shoved the man into it and, finding some duct tape hung up on the wall, strapped him to it.

"Well, I'm no sadistic interrogator, but I have a feeling that this is gonna be a piece of cake."

He turned to the man. "Two plus two equals five, right?"

"Let me guess," the man replied, "you want to know where Acoran's doing his little experiments."

Jay gave the man a short round of applause. "Doesn't take a genius, does it? So, little ninja security guy, fill me in."

"I wouldn't tell you if you were the last Chairman on earth."

Jay punched the guy squarely in the genitals. "Sorry? I didn't hear you. WHERE IS THE BASE OF OPERATIONS?"

After quite a while of screaming and coughing, the man spoke.

"Urk, that really hurts man! It's the next floor down, at the bottom of the structure. He gets amphibious shipments of civilians from the maintenance docks on the outside of the base. And, in case you were wondering, this is the security centre, which happens to be directly opposite the experiment habitation rooms..."

A bang outside caused the man to splutter. "They must be coming!"

Jay turned to the Nova Boozians. "Since you're experienced with prisoners of civil war, you can tell me what to do next with this guy."

"Well, considering we should be returning here soon, I'd advise more ducttape and a gag."

"Ahh, yes. Thankfully, duct tape hasn't gone out of fashion yet." He taped it over the guy's mouth, wrapped it around the chair, and left the man taped to the chair, and the chair taped to a pipe, in a rather crude but funny-to-watch manner. "Eep... no scissors," he said, and, taking the carbine, shot through the end of the tape.

"Right, I've studied the map of this place and its emergency exits, and it seems like the only way down to the bottom is a ladder hatch. The good news is that it's just outside the security centre. The bad news is that it's on that side." He pointed at the door the man had gestured to whilst explaining the location of the experimental habitation rooms.

"Guys, we have a date with several easy-to-destroy robots. Lock, load and get ready to shoot some antennae. If you find any conditioned humans, use non-lethal force."

"Well, a tip about that rifle: the only non-lethal use is hitting them with it. Softly."
The Sergeant marched swiftly over to the door and booted it open.

A small wave of robots greeted them, but no sign of actual humans. Jay raised his gun and attempted to fire.

Click!

"Damn! I knew I shouldn't have been so liberal when separating that tape." He attempted to get to the back of the crowd, but tripped and fell, somewhat delaying the company's attack.

"You know, I get the feeling that this position just isn't my true calling."

The Ober roled his eyes.
"That is very probably true."
He fired another burst.
"Give me your ammo."

ooc: do you mean Jay's ammo? (Either Jay ran out or his gun's jammed)

ooc: bump, this is beginning to grate on so I'll widen the focus a bit from now

OOC: Yes.

After a quick victory over a few misguided tin cans, the company reached the ladder, climbed down, and straight into a sizeable reception party of RPG-toting militants.

"I'm sure you don't want any of us to fire something like this in an underwater chamber..." one of the militia said, "...so you had better surrender the so-called Chairman to us."

Jay put his arms up. "I'm unarmed, shocked, and without any choice. I'd better go." He walked with two of the men and disappeared into a corridor.

The man that had spoken before turned to the company. "Well, well, well. I'd like to see you guys get out of this situation."

---

Jay entered the inner sanctum and immediately walked over, at RPG-point, to the old man in the chair, whom he immediately took to be Acoran. At that moment he was almost eviscerated by a pair of fast-running robots whom pushed the chairman onto a wall prepared with the strange gum-like adhesive that had been used before to stick the imprisoned humans to the walls of the implanting room.

"You must be Jay," Acoran said, striding towards the man. "I've been expecting you, and your little gun-toting party, the one that is most likely being taken for implanting as I speak. But you, you rebellious but cowardly child, surrendered to me without force, I hear. You will be treat specially, as you are and have always been special to me, Jay Smith."

"My last name is not Smith," Jay denied, but a hint of self-denial appeared on his previously blank face.

"You had it changed when you found out your ancestry. Don't lie to Great Uncle Acoran like that."

"Stop it!" Jay screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm not related to you!"

"Your grandfather Goman would be turning in his grave if he heard you deny your lineage."

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Jay cried, breaking down. "I disown your side of the family! I scorn you, Goman and Simon! I hate you!"

"You don't even know me, grand-nephew. If you did, you'd never leave my side."

"How dare you, you blood-thirsty enemy of the state!"

"The state is our mutual enemy, Jay. You hate this position, and your people scorn you. I can see your hatred of the people outside. Why don't you join me as I create a perfect reality for you to grow up in?"

"I'm not a little boy, Acoran. I'm well over 20, and just because you're probably 200 or something doesn't mean you can patronize me."

"Listen to yourself, Jay. So immature. Let me take you under my wing."

"Shut up! I don't want anything to do with you! If you can cheat death, you can cheat me, too!" He hesitated. "So, what is your plan, anyway, great uncle Acoran?"

Acoran hesitated before retorting, "I will show you, but only because you will soon be at the commanding heights of it, whether you're of free will or not. Robots, spray the dispersing solution. Then, Jay, you will come with me."

Jay followed reluctantly, as he had little choice with the robots and RPG militia behind him. Acoran led him to a small laboratory, where he saw a massive stockpile of barrels containing some sort of liquid.

"Behold, Jay, one of the largest sarin stockpiles in the free world."
"But this is illegal! How did you get the resources to make this!"

"I can be very persuasive. Anyway, soon this sarin will be in the water cycle, and, therefore, spread across the entire planet. No-one will be spared! And then, once the world is safe again, I will unleash my perfect race on the world, and all the wrongs of human nature can be replaced with the tranquility of a new geological era: the Acoran Epoch."

"You're mad! How can you distribute this globally?"
"You're standing on the solution."
"What?"

Acoran drew in a long breath. "Acoria Tower isn't just a pretty folly with good views of the city. It's also a weapon of mass destruction, capable of blasting off from the ground and taking form as a rocket, blasting through the sky and releasing nerve gas. When your step-second cousin or whatever you'd call her, Salera, broke off the top of this building, she removed the inhibitor, and therefore all I have to do is signal to my subordinates in the sanctum to sever the communications and power links with the city, and drain the river dams, and the tower will automatically prepare for takeoff, destroying a small part of Acoria in the process. And once it reaches certain fuel milestones, it'll automatically jettison its waste bays, which of course contain sarin and other agents."

Acoran picked up his ringing cellphone. "Hello? What do you mean, the conditioning rooms are outside the mobile schematic? Fine then. Release the prisoners into the city so they can get gassed like everyone else. Maybe now we can start preparing the tower!"

He put the phone down for a second, then re-dialled. "Start the procedures imminently."

Outside, a cacophony of wailing sirens sounded. The skyways to Acoria Tower started to rise into the air, then folded down into the ground. Sections of the tower detached and sunk, and the metal shell of the tower was revealed as concrete sections snapped away.

Below, the river dams began to open and, at either side of the main basin, the floor lowered causing the river to drain. The rest of the tower, hanging on metal supports, began to move upwards, revealing large thrusters and the like.

"We need fuel before we can lift-off, " shouted the officer on the other side, "and we're gonna need a hell of a lot of it."

"Send out the robots in the conditioning rooms to steal fuel, then. Release all fuel caches into the tower's supply."

OOC:Where exactly our the Schnapsetruppen and what has and is being done to them?

OOC:Where exactly our the Schnapsetruppen and what has and is being done to them?
OOC: Sorry for the disinformation - they are in one of the detached parts of the building, and have been kept under ridiculously weak guard with no torture or conditioning having taken place. I actually expect/want them to escape (but somehow evade the sarin... if there IS any sarin :) ))

The two were now back at the main control centre, with Jay once again stuck to the wall. Acoran flipped open a landline terminal and began making routine calls.

The first was to the unit in charge of imprisoning the Schnapsetruppen. He got no reply, which came across him as odd, as he had informed the unit to keep contact at all times in case the plan changed.

The second was to the infrastructure crew.

"Prepare the tower for immediate take-off without safety restraints. I can't afford to keep this salvation waiting."

"What? Salvation against everything that is good?" quipped Jay from the wall. Acoran ignored him and pursued a third call, this time to the laboratories.

"WHAT!?!" he shouted almost instantaneously. "What do you mean the experiments are failing? I need my first batch of acoranis sapiens ready for paradropping almost immediately! How dare you question my intents! How can I have a master race if its creators are incapable of creating it?"

He turned to Acoran. "Well, if I can't have a new race, then I will have to give the human race its forced rebirth. If I can find a willing family, that is"

[OOC: I know this is bordering on gravedigging, but I don't want to start another topic just to continue this same RP on.

And yes, I have noted the huge similarity between Acoria and *Garden. This RP has become very unoriginal.]

IC: A large rumble sounded below. The laboratories started to lower into the ground, and the last connections between the tower and the ground detached noisily.

"Who cares? I can wait forever for my experiments to come to fruition!" Acoran barked, as the symphony of loud bangs and the sounds of sections lowering and detaching gradually came to a crescendo.

Below, the ancient, forgotten systems started to power up. A series of thrusters suddenly detached from the base of the building and, with a resounding clang, dropped into the drained base.

Over the PA, a countdown began.

"Tower will begin ascension in ten, nine..."

Jay kicked at the wall.

"Eight, seven, six..."

Acoran turned his back on Jay...

"Five, four..."

Jay lowered down the wall.

"Three, two, one..."

Jay broke free and prepared to jump on Acoran, but was thrown off as the entire tower lurched upwards. A loud roar could be heard from below, and as the covered windows began to open, Jay could see that the tower was beginning to ascend.

"All current passengers, prepare for horizontal alignment in two minutes. Please hang on to a designated rail or strap into a gyro-chair immediately. Repeat: please find a designated rail or gyro-chair immediately. The station is airborne."

(OOC: Nova Boozia has quit the RP because continuing would break continuity with current RPs due to military reforms and the like. I will try to finish this arc soon in order to employ changes of my own)

IC: Whilst the PA announcement was being made, Jay had crept closer to Acoran, who had stood up, dusted himself off, and walked into his chair to review the system.

Whilst taking Jay prisoner, the guards had confiscated his rifle and had done a preliminary search for any other weaponry, but they had not discovered his personal firearm; a small derringer-style pistol loaded with just one bullet. Noting that Acoran was unarmed, far from any alarm system, and unguarded, he quickly pointed it at the frail man's head, just between the eyes, muttered under his breath "This is for Random Kingdom!" and discharged.

Instead of dying, as Jay expected, Acoran fell forwards from his chair, spun whilst falling, and landed facing upwards, his eyes still open. Acoran noticed that he wasn't breathing, but still had a pulse. Then he realized.

"You're not human - you're one of them!" he gasped.

---

On the ground, the rest of the company watched from a laboratory window as the tower climbed slowly into the night sky. They had no idea of what happened, what was happening, and what was going to happen. All they knew was that they had just escaped from what would have been the end of their curiosity, and that if they returned to the surface, they were to be "gassed".

---

"I was a construct of the real Acoran created as revenge on the world," the animatron explained, "for all the animosity towards him and the peace he was trying to buy Random Kingdom."

"Acoran was a murderer," Jay snapped. "He killed my ancestors just because they supported their nation of birth."

"My creator was the saviour of this nation; he simply purified it of warmongering dirt."

Jay began to lose the cool, collected personality he had developed over his years in the Voluntary Army. "HOW DARE YOU CALL MY FAMILY DIRT!"

"Farmina is the rightful owner of this nation, as pay for the stupid and fruitless war you brought upon it."

"I brought upon it? It wasn't my decision nor my ancestors' to declare war on Farmina!"

"It was the whole nation's fault. You could have halted the declaration as citizens with votes. But you didn't. You LET OUR NATION DOWN."

"You're mad, Acoran-doppleganger. You're mad because your creator's views were mad. And now I'm going to put an end to your insane mission and steer our nation away from the lunacy that your family has caused over these past centuries. People will hail me, not Acoran Smith, as the true saviour of Random Kingdom. They will forget you and your genocides. They will forget Salera and her ego-fuelled civil war. They will remember this scene, the new generation stamping its right foot on the old, triumphant, and liable to continue triumphing over evil."

With that, Jay pounded Acoran with his right foot, and kicked his head clean off, causing the body to spark and eventually power down.

He then walked over to the console and typed out a new order:

TO ALL TECHNICIANS,
THE FORMER PLANS ARE TO BE CANCELLED WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT.
THE TOWER WILL BE RETURNED TO ITS STATIONARY POSITION.
ALL SARIN MUST BE STOCKPILED IN SAFE CONTAINERS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

-ACORAN

"That should do it," thought Jay, "these people are so brain-dead they won't bother to-"

His thoughts were cut short when loud footsteps resonated outside one of the doors. "Got to hide, got to hide" thought Jay, his eyes darting around for a good hiding place, until eventually he noticed he could squat under the console. He leapt underneath just as the door opened.

"Sir? You sent us a command requesting termination of the plan. Are you alright? Sir?"

Jay gulped as he realized that he had failed to move Acoran.

"WHAT IS THIS?" shouted the rather unnerved guard, who began to rush around the room, eventually spotting Jay underneath the console.

"What have you done to Lord Acoran?" the guard boomed. Jay felt, for the first time in his life, a small sliver of fear crawl through the back of his mind. He stamped it out. "I-I've put him in his rightful place, Machine Hell."

The guard produced his rifle and pointed it squarely at Jay's chest. "For that, you shall DIE!", and with one shot, he... pierced Jay's thin, light bulletproof vest. One more shot could be the end of it all... so he had to get that gun.

"The rush of adrenaline... the thrill of the fight to the death, this shall give me power," thought Jay, suddenly leaping from his hiding place and running to the back of the guard. One single snap and his troubles were over... but just as Jay was to deliver the blow, his hands were struck with the rifle and he collapsed to the ground.

"I... am not willing to let my people die!" he shouted, picking himself up and running away from a hail of gunfire. A swarm of more guards entered the room, chasing after Jay, who was also chasing them, as if they were his tail. It seemed as if their bullets were constantly missing, but then, suddenly, Jay fell down, a river of blood oozing from his head. The guards quickly surrounded him and pointed their rifles to his head.

"Any last words, mister chairman?" one of them said.

"I... I accomplished my goal, and that's all that matters. I will always live on in the heart of my nation. Go ahead and shoot; after all, you're only killing off a tiny part of my existence, and, like the mythical phoenix, I will someday rise again in my entirity from my ashes. I only question whether you will be able to sleep at night knowing you have removed from this world something with as much potential as me." With that, Jay put up his hands, slowly stood up, put his arms by his sides, and added, "I wish to die the way I was born; like a man.". And soon enough, a fatal shot was dealt to Jay's heart, and he collapsed lifelessly onto the floor.

However, the guards didn't realize that while they tried to kill Jay, and eventually succeeded, the tower had descended enough for people from the outside to enter, and the militia that had grouped outside weren't going to wait for anything to prove their loyalty to their nation.

Outside, people were throwing ladders, grappling hooks and even themselves at the various orifices in the tower, all desperate to find out what had happened inside. A few minutes after the tower lowered to boarding height, the lifeless body of Jay was ejected out of one of the main entrances, and struck one of the climbers, causing both to fall into the arms of onlookers. One of them, the one that caught the chairman, shouted, "Hey! Is this not the body of our chairman, the first decent chairman in years? The only one to ever fight among our people against the common evil? Shall we not avenge his death?"

"AYE!"

"Let's go! The only way is up!"

The majority of the rest of the people, the former conscientions objecters, took that opportunity to enter the building. The building was now slowing its descent into the basin, and more and more people were frantically climbing up ladders, ropes and more to get in. Soon, the halls of Acoria Tower were ringing with the sound of footsteps and shouting.

----

In one of the halls, one of the members of the former company suddenly stopped. Another stopped to question him.

"Why have you stopped still, in our moment of potential glory?"

The man sat down. "We don't even know what we're up against. We were captured before we even found out why the robots were being controlled. We failed in our mission."

"Someone must have killed Jay and thrown him out of the window; why don't we try to get him for interrogation?"

"Everyone wants that person's blood on their fingers. They don't care about intelligence; they're just going berserk because yet another Chairman has been bumped off."

"Hmm... the position of Chairman seems to be cursed. Anyway, who will succeed him?"

"Maybe I'll run... I love my nation."

"If you love it so, then why haven't you gone with the others? Come on! We need to avenge our representative!"

<Several minutes later>

The Tower finally landed just as the first civilian wave hit the guards. With the <thunk> that resonated came the lowering and extending of the skyways, finally allowing the less gung-ho civilians to join in with the fun.

<Two hours later>

Most of the civilians had grouped outside, having cleared the tower.
A young man stepped up to the now disused public forum. He had to brush off some cobwebs to get to the Chairman's seat, and when he did he found the microphone was switched off, so he had to shout down for a megaphone.

"Attention, fellow citizens of Acoria, and the nation. I have been contacted by the Civerian Chairman, who is out of town and has only just been reached by our squad. Following the tragic death of our Human Chairman, we will be holding immediate elections to find his successor. The election will be open through the usual channels some time this week and shall last for an entire week afterward. During the downtime, the Civerian Chairman, who has not been affected by these events, shall take the role of active HC. That is all."