NationStates Jolt Archive

The people shuffled through the snow-filled streets, every so often glancing at each other in mistrust. Times had been dark lately, and Algrondian economy had almost ground to a halt with the death of the Kraven Corporation. Corrupt businessmen and corporate leaders had jumed at the chance to piggyback the monster, but when war swallowed the invested money the nation had little left.

It was not all bad though, as the people were rid of the menace in the South, that loathsome virus which had consumed their past. The economy was making a comeback with supplies looted from over the border and the blackmarket was making a killing in stolen weapons.

One such entrepreneur was young man by the name of Thomas Gretych, an ex-mechanic who had got his hands on a small fortunes worth of CP battle gear. Any fortune was worth making in Algrond, and so he had agreed to sell the equipment to the National Defense Unit. The NDU were visible on every street corner, freezing figures huddles around outdated tanks for warmth. Clutching cheap SMGs and AK-47s, they would enforce the law by any means necessary.

Thomas wistled in the cab of a large truck, the engine struggling with the plundered weapons and armour. He turned the corner carefully, his face inches from the windscreen to see through the snow. The wipers were next to useless in the blizzard, only the feeble engine warmth was keeping the one man convoy going.

He picked up speed and sat back, resuming his whistled tune. The cold made the attempt at cheer seem morbid, and he soon stopped to concentrate on driving. A tree collapsed into the dirt road, Thomas hitting the brakes but to no avail. The truck slid into the tree with a sickening crunch, and he tore through his cheap seat belt and through the windscreen.

He looked up weakly to see a pair of red eyes staring down at him. He recognised those eyes, that armour, that gun...

Hours later the NDU inspected the scene. A fallen tree, an empty truck, and brass casings in the bloodied snow. A frozen body with a look of terror on his face that had not been seen for a long time.

Which in many minds, was far too long.

The Reign of Terror

Night... a cold, souless time of day when what little light there had been disappeared into not existence.

In the darkness of the night, two pairs of red eyes shown brightly as they appeared at a house's front door. A brief glance was shared between the two before they turned in unison and brought their heavy boots down upon the door's hinges. It splintered and burst from the frame, almost like it was running in fear...

The two monstrous figures entered the dark house and slowly made their way up the stairs; each one creaking as their heavy forms pressed down on them.

The two men began searching the upper level of the house, room by room. Their two heads turned in accord as they heard the creaking of a floor board from the room at the end of the hall. A short exchange and the two were hurrying down the hall.

They beat in the door in one continuous move as they entered the room with guns drawn. "I wouldn’t do that if I were you," one of the men said as they witnessed the occupant of the house trying to force a window open. "Running or alerting the authorities could have detrimental affects on your health."

"Please, just leave me alone - I haven't done anything to you," the occupant, who was standing in his bed clothes, replied in a scared wail.

"Mr. Ricket! Give us the CODE!" one of the two roared out, apparently not having the patience to be subtle.

"I don't know what you are talking about...!" Ricket replied; arms shaking as if he was about to collapse.

The other man cocked his gun and strode quickly over to Ricket, pushing the weapon against his throat. "Don't play games with us! Give us the code, NOW!"

"Alright, alright. It is si-six three one f-four," Ricket blurted out. The man with a gun to his throat pulled it away and Ricket fell to the ground unable to support himself any longer.

"Much better..." said the cold voice of the man as he walked over to the bedside and grabbed something off the table. He nodded his head to the other soldier as he made his out of the room.

"Good bye..." the soldier said to Ricket ominously. He turned as if to go but in a flash he had rounded on Ricket with his gun blazing. Three shots broke the silence and cut through the sobering man's head… rendering him dead.

When the door closed a minute later, the soldier had left behind a scene of carnage and blood. A dead man lay in a pool of his own blood against the wall and taped to his stomach was a picture... there was a message written in blood on it.

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Night- Outside a storefront...

The sound of keys clanging against each other could be heard through the calm of the night. Eventually the sound stopped as the red eyes - of which so many people had learned the meaning of fear - found their mark in the keyhole of a glass door. No point in making a ruckus when you easily swiped the keys...

The door opened accompanied by the soft sound of a light beeping, informing the two men of the alarms enablement. One of the men quickly crossed the room and reached the command pad, typing in the code they had received less than an hour earlier.

As the code was entered the beeping ended, signaling that the alarm was successfully disabled. The soldier nodded to his cohort and he locked the door behind them, before moving to close the blinds of the storefront's window.

The two men began swiftly making their way through the store, swiping up all the useful and 'legal' former CP equipment that was being sold. There were all sorts of items being sold in the store, though most of them were not of the highly needed variety.

They had finished packing up boxes upon boxes of stuff that they had deemed worthy for use and piled them near the front door. They were waiting in the dark store as another pair of red eyes peered through the glass and gave a rapid knock on the door. The one with the keys hurried to the door and unlocked it for the new companion who stood outside by a large moving van. The three of them began loading all of the equipment into the back of the truck and soon had it packed full.

Two of three men reentered the store and made their way to the back as the third was hauling a large tank of some liquid towards the store...

At the back, the two men were knocking on the wall mysteriously before they suddenly heard a hollow noise and stopped abruptly. Pulling out a massive knife, the one who had found the spot began cutting away until at last there was a large hole in the drywall. Behind it lay a thick metal door and a

Passing through the hole, the two men eyes lit up (or would have if their eyes were visibly) as they saw a countless number of 'black market' goods, seized after the fall of Kraven. They moved with speed through the small 'secret' room, collecting everything in sight.

After emerging for the third time, arms full of goods, the deed was finished and the third man had completed his task of spreading the contents of the container across the entire store.

The two with the goods exited the store and dumped their possessions into the truck before hopping into the front. The other red eyed demon pulled out a silver lighter and created a small flame. He held it out momentarily... and then tossed it into the store, instantly lighting the whole building ablaze in a fiery inferno...

Early Morning- The sun still hides, scared of what dawn will bring...

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

A forty year old man by the name Barry Johanessen wakes in the middle of the night as he hears loud banging on his front door. "What the hell...?" he asked, wondering who would have the nerve to wake him up at... three in the morning [3:00 am]!

"Whoever the hell it is better have a damn good reason..." he muttered as he crept passed his still sleeping children's room and down the stairs. Crossing the living room in his robe and slippers, Barry reaches the door and begins unbolting it.

"What the hell is the meanin-" he begins saying as he pulls the door open, only to have his voice swiftly stolen from him by fear...

Staring down at him were the vaunted and infamous red eyes...

"You have ten seconds to comply and submit your and your relative's persons to us or face the consequences," came the voice from one of the armored men.

"W-wha?!" was all he could manage to say after regaining his voice.

The ten seconds passed in no time at all and the red eyed demon, true to his word, made them face the consequences of their indecision and inaction. Raising a pistol into the air, he didn't even hesitate to the pull the trigger as Barry began pleading for his life.

*BANG*

The shot rang out; dropping the middle aged man to the floor. The two armored soldiers stepped over his blood laden body and into the house where they hastily made their way up the stairs and into the children's rooms. They grabbed the children out of their beds, one under each arm, and left quickly into the darkness of the night.

All across Algrond seemingly random kidnappings were occurring. Though the total kidnappings were small in number, they would strike fear into the hearts of the Algrondians. No notes were left behind; no messages or images. Just the blown out heads and pools of blood of those who refused to comply and the torrent of destruction left in their wake...

Since the attacks had started, the NDU had more than tripled their patrols and even begun to conscript men from the heavy-hit areas. They commandeered entire factories to produce weapons and light vehicles to protect the few large cities of Algrond from the random attacks.

The nation was a political powder-keg on the best of days, and the situation was increasingly tense with all the murders and kidnappings. The Algrond Monarchy, a corrupt and hollow government reduced to figurehead purposes, were gathering their full support in protests across the country as a bid for power.

Though the Republic still stood strong, co-ordinating the NDU with practiced efficiency and rallying the populace behind their cause. A report sat menacingly on the Prime Ministers desk, summarising the recent events. It seemed that the majority of those kidnapped were male children or teenagers, their parents murdered in cold blood.

It would be read later, because for now more pressing issues were at hand. Several large shipments of Kraven Corporation Capitol Police combat equipment had gone missing somewhere along the north coast, and search teams were finding nothing. He also had the Monarchists to deal with, though with the NDU on high alert a riot would be swiftly crushed.

However, the Kraven-supporting terrorists were becoming more and more frequent with their attacks, striking closer and closer to the city centres. The NDU put on a fierce front for the people, but they were scared. They were outgunned and quite possibly outnumbered, with reports of attacks constantly streaming in.

The Reign of Terror...

Midday- the city is bustling with the usual daily activity... unaware of its future...

Two nondescript men in maintenance uniforms entered a popular mall with their bags labeled 'utility supplies.'

Walking up a mall guard, the first of the two men calmly said, "Hi, we are here to examine the ducts and compressors of the mall. Could you please lead us to the central ventilation system?"

Not noticing anything unusual or suspecting otherwise, the guard was all to happy to do his duty and guided the two men through the locked door that led to the central ventilation system. Once there, one of the two men quickly pulled out a silenced pistol and without hesitation double tapped the guard's head. With the silencer enabled and the loud sound of compressors, the shots were completely deafened and the guard's death went unnoticed.

After returning the pistol to his bag, the man began pulling out a metal 'box' while the other man set out to open a panel that lead into the vents. Carefully carrying the box to the now open main vent, the man set it down and hit a button on the top.

When they had finished their tasks, the two men simply slipped out into the mall and subsequently into a car that was waiting in the parking lot. Nobody had noticed anything wrong...

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On three separate busses and a subway in the city, a nondescript looking man got on carrying a backpack over his shoulder and sporting earphones that were softly playing music. No different than usual...

In each case the person did the same thing, walking to the back of the vehicle and sitting down alone without anyone else near him. He slunk the backpack off his shoulder and gently laid it on the ground by his feet as he continued to listen to the music.

He sat there for many, many stops; apparently having a long commute to his destination. Nothing out of the normal occurred, and eventually he stood up and moved towards the doors. At the next stop he got off and disappeared into the busy crowds, leaving his backpack behind on the bus/subway...

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At 10:45 AM, 'Mr. Henderson' arrived at the school; the time his appointment was scheduled for. Making his way to the front office, claiming to have just come from work as he his briefcase with him, he found the woman that would be giving him the tour to see if he wanted to send his 'child' there.

She took him all through the school; into the gym, the theater, the cafeteria, different classes, and everything in between. All the time the woman was informing him of different things and 'Mr. Henderson' was asking questions, seeming to be quite interested.

"If you will excuse me for a moment... I have to use the little boy's room," Mr. Henderson said as they came out of a class they had been watching momentarily.

"Certainly - it is just down the hall on your right."

'Mr. Henderson' smiled and thanked her as he walked down the empty hallways towards the bathroom. He entered it and quickly made for the trashcan. Dumping his briefcase in it, he began washing his hands over and over and then drying them with paper towels - subsequently throwing them into the trash and covering his briefcase...

After what he felt was a normal time to take in the bathroom, he exited and walked casually down the hall towards the tour guide. She was so engrossed in informing him about the school, she didn't notice that he was missing his briefcase.

The tour soon ended and 'Mr. Henderson' thanked very politely and told her that he would certainly call and let her know of his interest. He then left the school and slipped into the rest of the population...

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An average looking man dressed in a janitor's uniform wheeled his cart around the stadium as he went about his job. He occasionally mopped the floor and then dried it, setting out caution signs as he was required too. He would pick up trash, sweep, and clean... all the things a normal janitor would do.

He made his way into the rows of seats, which later that afternoon would be filled with people watching the event. There were a couple of other janitors cleaning other parts of the stadium, and so the man acted as if he was doing his job. Checking under every seat and sweeping the rows for trash.

As he reached a row a few up in the club level (the more expensive tickets with better service) he bent down and reached for something on the side of his cart. In one fluid motion he dropped it under a seat and covered it with a medium sized shirt.

After finishing the row, he pulled off his uniform and exited the arena, slipping into the crowds...

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3:04 PM

A man sat in the park alone on a bench, apparently content to read a book. His phone beeped and he reached into his inner jacket pocking to retrieve it. He looked at the screen which was blinking "Reminder: It is 3:04."

He quickly entered a few numbers into the phone and hit the send button, before going back to his book...

Central Ventilation System - the Mall

*Beep*

On the metal box in the main vent, a green light clicked on, followed shortly after by a red countdown time with thirty seconds on it.

Busses/Subway

On the packed busses and subway cars, the backpacks had remained unnoticed under the seats during the busy transit. Now there was an unheard beep and then a countdown timer started at thirty seconds...

School Bathroom

The students in their classrooms were itching to get out of school, knowing the bell was about to ring in twenty seconds. Soon after it did, the children would pile into the hallways, which would fill to the brim with the traffic.

Inside the bathroom, the briefcase, which had remained hidden, beeped and then enabled a thirty second timer...

Stadium

The crowd was on its feet roaring as an intense game raged in the stadium. Thousands of people had packed the arena to watch the spectacle... none had noticed the small box hidden beneath a medium sized shirt. It beeped, though deafened by the immense noise of the crowd, and a red timer clicked on: 30 Seconds...


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30 Seconds Later.... Hell Unleashed

An intense beeping sounded from the metal boxes as their times reached zero...

Inside the mall, the box hidden in the vent shaft burst open and released a deadly stream of nerve gas into the central air shaft. It quickly made its way through the system and began pouring into the entire mall. People began bleeding from the mouths as they slumped over... Nobody was spared. The babies and young children too slumped over unable to survive as the deadly poison entered their lungs and soon began killing them...

At school, the bell had just rung ten seconds earlier and then school's hallways were filled with children, 'innocently' talking and making their way out of the building. Then suddenly and unexpectedly a large blast tears through the building, instantly killing many kids...

As bus #698, 342, and 715 made their way around their normal routes, explosions suddenly ripped through all of them. The busses were instantly charred and their occupants were vaporized or left dead and burnt. Countless numbers of passengers lay dead covered in burns...

On the subway, people began having to push their way into the cars, they were so busy. The subway left a station and made its way through the dark tunnels of the underground. As it reached high speeds the explosion occurred - destroying the front car and all of its occupants. The subway ran out of control and derailed, sending the cars smashing into the walls; killing many more and injuring countless others...

At the stadium the buzzer on the clock sounded just as the beeping of the bomb finished. A blinding light flashed through the stadium as the bomb erupted its torrent of fury on the sports fans. The people in the immediate area of the blast were instantly killed, but that was not the entire extent of the damage or death. As it was planted on the second tier, the blast destroyed the supports beneath it and the second level began collapsing on the fans below... killing hundreds more...


Panic had set in...


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9:15 PM- a park roars with music...

A popular music group in Algrond had a concert planned for the night, and despite the attacks that rocked the country during the day, they decided it would make a point to stand strong and carry on their lives... the concert began on time at nine o'clock.

A large stage had been built in the park with hundreds of massive speakers to project the popular music. People had filled the area as they poured in in hundreds of cars, parked randomly in the area.

Music filled the air as people were singing along with the band and just overall feeling good. There was a massive glob of people that had packed in real tight, trying to get as close to the stage as possible...

Ten pickup trucks (http://www.cnc-hq.de/Generals/concept/Technical-Large.jpg), with their cargo area covered by a thick tarp, pulled up to the crowd from all different sides (in nearly a circle). There were two men in each one and most people just assumed they were coming to the concert - after all, lots of people had been showing up late as the concert was free and open.

The trucks backed into 'parking spaces' around the crowd and the two people hopped into the back - most likely to get better views of the stage since they were so far out.

All around the crowd, the men in the ten trucks pulled off their tarps to reveal massive machine guns and belts of ammunition. Quickly one of them reached for the trigger and aimed at the crowd.

"FEAR!" they yelled, though it was mostly drowned out by the crowd's singing. The next moment they opened up fire on the unknowing crowd, instantly cutting down the closet people. As the crowd slowly reacted, figuring out what was happening, they began to panic. Thousands of people began trying to run away, killing many people by trampling them in their panic.

But they were surrounded... the gunners cut down thousands of people, leaving the park blood stained and full of mutilated bodies...

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Phase 2... the Rebirth of a Power

12:35 AM- safe asleep in their beds?

The red eyes of doom appeared in front of a small house. Two sets of them...

They moved down the sidewalk and onto the front walkway before arriving at the door. Their heads turned until their red eyes met in the darkness of the night. Then they glanced down at a 'watch' on their arms and saw the time: 12:34...

They just stood their, staring at the timepiece and holding their guns. Seconds ticked by... and then finally, the four switched and became a five. Their heads slowly moved up until their red eyes again met in the dark. In unison they nodded and then turned towards the door. They raised their boots as one and then brought them smashing down on the door.

As the door broke off its hinges and fell to the ground, they stormed in with guns at the ready. Their intimidating figures moved swiftly to the second floor and burst open the doors where the sleeping occupants were awoken to a startle. They stared up into the red eyes and knew they had no chance...

A moment later, the two adults that lived in the house were walking in their night clothes out of the front door's frame with their hands bound behind their backs...

All across the nation... it was happening... the beginning of the end.

Thousands of people were streaming out of their houses, directed by their red eyed captors to the streets where they began marching out of the cities and towns...

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The Ultimatum... the beginning of the end...

5:30- the sun begins rising

In front of the capitol's steps a large message was written for all to see; each letter nearly ten feet high... and written in blood...

The end is near... submit to our Rule and your Fate... or face the Final Solution...

All across the city, signs had been painted or posted...

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Telephone rings
"What is it?"
"Sorry to wake you Sir, but we need a course of action."
"Follow the doctrines... to the letter. And get Johnson and Gelts to oversee it all."
"Anything else, Sir?"
"Yes, contact General Bakers for me, tell him its... its a request."
"Yes Prime Minister."
Hangs up

The response to the terror attacks was slow, but absolute. Government funding was shifted instantly to benefit healthcare for the victims and defence for the NDU. 'Clean-Up' teams of volunteers had been organised by local councils to remove any propaganda and help with search and rescue operations.

NDU were officially shooting to kill, which kept riots few and far between. However, few of the fighters were experienced and didnt have the heart to open fire on the angered masses.

All police stations and inner-city NDU outposts were firmly barricaded and well defended, with 24 hour patrols in the immediate area. Tanks and APCs were parked on roadsides with their escorts, and though few in number their purpose was to remind the public that they we're defended.

Air traffic had been stopped completely, with photo ID and a frisk required to board a bus or train. People were advised against large gatherings such as sports or even schools.

And although the government put on a face of quiet control, it was afraid. The Prime Minister was having to give daily speeches to the people to avoid outright rebellion. He was constantly surrounded by security teams and the press, though the latter were kept under a watchful eye.

The Invasion...

10:30 AM- The outskirts of the city...

It had been five hours since Algrond had been given its ultimatum - now their time was up and the end was near...

At precisely ten-thirty, the sounds of tanks and armored vehicles starting up filled the air. During the night, the New Kravenites' forces had moved into position south of the city and now it was time for them to move in... towards destiny and a better future...

Engines roared as the vehicles began moving down the road and entered the city. Legions of Capitol Police (some not fully geared) stormed in around them, their red eyes inspiring fear into the enemy.

The streets were nearly empty as the people of Algrond had been warned by their pathetic government to stay inside. The Reign of Terror had been successful in striking fear into the hearts of the people and causing their lives to come to an abrupt halt. It was all the easier to make for the Kravenites to make their way towards the heart of the city...

As the tanks and armored vehicles surrounded by Capitol Police moved down the roads, they blasted loud propaganda out of 'speaker trucks,' proclaiming "the end of Algrond" and "the collapse of their government" as well as "the desertion of their military." Numerous people, those who had not been kidnapped, opened their doors to see the commotion and were shocked to see their streets filled by the vaunted enemy.

The firefights didn't occur until the Kravenites had made it deeper into the city as the Algrondian military was limited and couldn't afford to spread their forces across the entire city.

Algrondian barricades and checkpoints were the first sign of military defense that the Kravenites encountered, but they were only defended lightly (certainly not enough for a massive invasion force) and were soon run over (literally) by the Capitol Police.

It wasn't until later that the full power of the Algrond military was witnessed as it opened fire on the Kravenites as they poured in. Many tanks were disabled and Capitol Police fallen as they were initially bottle necked. But as the Kravenites fired back and continued to pour in, they began overwhelming the Algrondians and soon they were forced back. Also, the Capitol Police began taking 'innocent' civilians as human shields to prevent the Algrondians from shooting without killing their own.

A few hours of vicious fighting ensued with numerous losses on both sides, but eventually the red eyed demons prevailed. The Algrondians were continually forced back and the Kravenites had surrounded Parliament - locking it down and beginning the Siege...

There message was clear...

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The Prime Minister sat calmly at his desk, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around him. Filing cabinets, desks, chairs... everything to hand was piled against the windows of the Algrond Parliament and used to barricade the doors.

Supplies were low to the beseiged force, with the convoy carrying more cut off long ago. Ammunition was rationed to once clip per gunman, everyone using single-shot to conserve the precious rounds. Although there was no real shortage of food or water, medical supplies were depleted and the corridors lined with wounded.

The seige had been going on for days, neither side making a move or taking a chance. The Neo-Kravenites had become wary of the uncannily accurate sniper fire coming from the building, rounds often striking the small gaps in their CP armour.

The few NDU officers in the building were frantically trying to co-ordinate troops, but morale was low an outright mutiny was looming.

The Prime Minister stood, and although he spoke quietly it was with confidence.
"Get me a camera crew in here now, I want to be on every Algrondian channel in 20 seconds."

"People of Algrond, this is a message from me, your leader, in this time of crisis. We have been offered unreasonable ultimatums by these... savages who seek to return power to the Kraven Corporation. They have taken our children from us, they have taken our sense of security and they have taken our lives at will while hiding in the shadows.
I have failed to protect you, the people, from even the shadow of an evil past. But here is my ultimatum, to you.
You will be shot dead in your homes by these monsters, or you will be shot dead with a weapon in one hand and our glorious flag in the other! Anything we can muster to put the slightest dint in the armour of this beast must be used with courage and with anger at their crimes! Take to the streets, my people, and make a stand against this... cancer which is the Corporation!"

The room fell silent, as did the whole nation in realisation of their situation, and their so-called options. But Algrond stirred, slowly and purposefully the civillians of the nation gathered anything they could to repel the invasion. They knew their fate, but they also knew their real objective.

Get their plight to the world.

The End Game...

"You there, private!" cried one of the red-eyed demons. "Take a squad to the broadcasting stations and take it over... I want a live feed in five minutes."

"You!" he pointed to another soldier, "Get to the power stations and shut them down - I want complete control over them."

Gun fire erupted as the citizens of Algrond began fighting back against the black machine of the Neo Kravenites.

The red-eyed demon turned to the troops and began screaming Kraven propaganda to instill within them what they were fighting for. "This is our stand! This is when the world will know our name... and TREMBLE IN FEAR at the sound! The world will bow to us and our power..."

"It... begins.... HERE!" There was a loud chear from the crowd of soldiers as they lifted their weapons in the air and began and roared with approval.

The red-eyed demon in charge seemed satisfied with his work - now all that was left was to give his orders. "Kill them..." he whispered. "KILL THEM ALL!!!"

Again the crowd roared as they began dispersing to annihilate the entire city... and then nation. Fire erupted as the Neo Kravenite forces began cleaning the streets and leaving them strewed with bodies and pools of blood...

OOC: Mind if I join? And excuse me I'm sorta copying ome of these caracters form the Hunt for Red October whcih I'm currently reading.

Situation Room, Imperial Intellegence Agency, Fort. McDonald, Findan

Paul Larsson, Deputy Director for Intellegence, walked into his boss' office.

Former admiral and viscount Henry Montgomery was a tall distingushed middle aged balck man. After spending upwards of thiry-years in the Imperial Navy was now the direcrtor the of the Imperial Intellegnce Agency.

He said, " Ah, good morning Paul! How are you today?"

Larsson, answered, "Very good sir, and you?"

"Good, the missus and I are planing to go with Nick to Salmonica for Spring Break. Anyway what's up"

"Sir, early, this morning there were several terroist bombings in the nation of Algrond, followed by an invasion by Neo Kravenites."

" Aw, s*it, I thought the Freeks had eliemanted them."

"I guess not"

The Director picked up his phone and said "Get me the Imperial Security advisor!"

"Paul, get ready for a breifing!"

"Aye, sir"

Royal QXILUAN Telegram & Mail Company
Cost: 0q 25c
To: Algrondian Leader and Neo Kraven Corporation Invasion General
By the order of His Majesty General Ben Kinsman, from Ilixa Haoj, Interim Minister of Foreign Affairs and International Wars

We condemn the violence occurring in Algrond and wish to decry the Kraven Corporation's invasion. Therefore, as of this day, 12 March 2006 Qxiluan Standard Years, we request only that we be permitted by both sides to send one hundred Qxiluan troops on a humanitarian mission to provide those unfortunates who are currently besieged inside the Parliament building with nourishment and sustenance. Please note that if the troops that are in effect occupying Algrond fire upon Qxiluan troops, that we will send the full brunt of our military on those miscreants that were unwise enough to shoot. We will bring food, give it to the people inside the building, and depart Algrondian ground immediately.

Thank you,
Ilixa A. Haoj, PhD, Military Affairs, Interim Minister of Foreign Affairs and International Wars

The Qxiluan troops departed from the proud and orderly Qxiluan capital of Capitaltown (also known as En Marj) and flew on a titanium-enforced jet that traveled at supersonic speeds. Finally, it descended upon the Algrondian capital and the soldiers did their duty, quietly and carefully providing the starving government officials with life - at least for another day or two. Then, they left back for home.

OOC: I know Kraven is verry infamous, and supposedly destroyed, but not much else, so please try to explain any references you make.
Hallget read the report several times, and muttered "Kraven...oh god, this is bad." He turned to his secretary.
"Send in... a light company, flag of truce, with a diplomat, by chopper. We do not want to piss the Kraven Corporation.

To: General Ben Kinsman
From: The Neo Kravenites.

Condemn whatever the hell you want, but watch carefully where you tread. We deny your request to sent aid to Algrond and if you do so we will take it as an act of war and fire upon you.

This if your first, last, and only warning: Do NOT bring the ire of Kraven against you... you will be destroyed.

OOC: I am going to ignore the second part as it is blatantly god modding.

OOC - This open? I've been itching to get involved in the Kraven conflict.

OOC - This open? I've been itching to get involved in the Kraven conflict.

OOC: No, it isn't really open. People have just been posting random and insignificant crap without my or Algrond's (who seems to have disappeared) permission. Also, it is just about over - I am about to make what should be the final post.

Oh... and this isn't technically a Kraven conflict as I am not technically Kraven.

"Enough!" yelled the red-eyed demon in charge of the invasion forces. "It is time this petty game ends."

He stepped up onto a makeshift platform and turned to one of his guards, "What is the status of the missions?"

"Sir, we have taken the power plants with minor casualties; it has currently been shut down except for our necessary uses. The information centers have been easily taken and all Algrondian broadcasts have been shut off; they are currently waiting your orders for your broadcast. The pathetic citizens are being run down in the streets and your special group is waiting over there..." he reported as he pointed to an area just to the right of the platform where a large group of kids sat surrounded by Capitol Police.

"Good. Prepare the broadcast and move the group up here," the leader replied as he turned to look over at the secured area around the parliament where his forces stood ready.

The Dark Storm Rises...

"We are go in 3... 2..." the soldier in charge of the broadcast said before pointing to the leader as an indication that they were on.

All across the nation every channel, broadcast, transmission, and everything else would flicker to life with the sights and sounds of the leader. He stood on stage in his Capitol Police uniform - an imposing figure - with the parliament in the background. "This ends now!" he roared. As his words finished there was a massive flash and loud explosion from behind him. Bombs planted all around and on the parliament building exploded in unison and destroyed the pathetic government once and for all. The building crumbled to the ground behind the leader and everyone inside would have been incinerated or crushed. "Your pathetic days of self-rule are over. You will now submit to our power and accept your places as our slaves..."

The camera view widened to show the hundreds of children that now sat, some crying in fear others silent with the very same ailment. "As I speak your resistance is being crushed by our superior forces. However, as an extra incentive," he began as he pointed his gun to the head of a small child no older than six, "I will execute ten of your worthless and weak children every hour you continue your resistance. If you want to see them alive than put down your guns now and you will be rounded up by the Capitol Police." He pulled the trigger on his pistol and the child slumped limply to the ground. Another eight shots were fired and eight more children's brains were splattered across the platform. Then the camera zoomed in on a child’s 'innocent' looking face as the leader put his gun against the back of the girl's head. Without another word he pulled the trigger and blood spurted out of her head as she fell lifelessly against the camera; an image that would be burned in the minds of the Algrondians forever.

OOC:Well, you should definately have said that this was non-open, as all rp's default to open(I take it you've read the stickies?), and calling several peoples perfectly viable posts "random insignificant crap" isn't exactly going to earn you friends, IC or OOC. I don't actually see the point of this if you aren't Kraven. This is just brown-nosing and copying, in my opinion.

OOC:Well, you should definately have said that this was non-open, as all rp's default to open(I take it you've read the stickies?), and calling several peoples perfectly viable posts "random insignificant crap" isn't exactly going to earn you friends, IC or OOC. I don't actually see the point of this if you aren't Kraven. This is just brown-nosing and copying, in my opinion.

OOC: Hey, I got a great idea buddy - if it isn't your business and you don't have all of the facts... stay out of it. Did I create the RP? I don't think so; it was Algrond and he is the one who would have had to put the closed tag on it. I wasn't calling Findan's post random insignificant crap as he didn't actually interact with me, Algrond, or the invasion but rather just posted a understandable reaction to a large event on the world stage. What I was calling random insignificant crap was Qxilua's noobish post in which he decided to threaten me despite having created his nation only a couple weeks ago at the most. On top of that he decided to God Mod in saying that his forces were successful in their mission despite my obvious response of shooting them out of the sky (which I would have no problem doing).

Now, onto your attack on my nation about being brown-nosing and copying Kraven. Seeing as you don't really know what you are talking about, I again repeat my advice that you should stay out of it. Kraven and I have an understanding as we are OOC friends. We decided that it would be cool if I created a nation of Kraven followers that began wreaking havoc on the world. After the return of Kraven, the NKs are going to pledge their loyalty and become a slave state. So you see it isn't brown-nosing or copying at all.

Just because you didn't post first doesn't mean you shouldn't give us the facts, but I am otherwise sorry, Quixilia's post was a 'mode, but you said people, so I thought you meant everyone. And if you're telling the truth about Kraven knowing, that is actually quite a cool idea (and you're very good at terrorist rp, incidently). Mind if I treat this is IC knowledge?

And if you're telling the truth about Kraven knowing, that is actually quite a cool idea (and you're very good at terrorist rp, incidently). Mind if I treat this is IC knowledge?

OOC: Which part do you want to treat ICly, the fact that we have invaded another nation - sure. Otherwise most other stuff wouldn't be known. Oh, and this RP is pretty much over anyway.

((OOC: Actually, I believe Algrond went inactive and his nation was deleted.))

Today at approximately 2:19, Algrond forces and civilians were seen surrendering to the Neo Kravenite forces. With their government obliterated and their land occupied, Neo Kraven officially proclaims victory over Algrond. Its land will be occupied by divisions of Capitol Police as its resources are raked for the benefit of the Corporation. Many of its people will be deported to Kravonic to become Blood Slaves and work for Neo Kraven. "Ultimate Victory has been achieved..."

Victory