NationStates Jolt Archive

(I apoligize for the three other threads that have started with simular titles, Jolt is not behaving)


The City was old.

Years of neglect by the tryannical goverment had taken it's tool on the city. It was rank with the smell of grease and chipping paint. The streets were rough with rabble and the sky was an everlasting grey.

The People were tired.

For fifty years the people had suffered under the hand of the Dark Queen of Spades. Freedom was forgotten. Hope was a distant memory. Death was everywhere.

Things were about to change.

The Brothers Black had been officers in Prince Rothbarts Secret Service. They knew better than anyone the pain and suffering of the people. They knew of those who had been taken away in their sleep, never to be seen again.

Their father was one of them.

The Brothers Black had sword vengence and their time was approaching.

The Brothers Black

Name: Jared Black
Rank: Knight of the Prince
Age: 22
Duty: Heavy Infantry
Skills: Expert on numerous weapons systems including M9, M-16, AK-47, Mk 19, M360 Heavy Machine Gun, and the BattleEngine. Skilled driver, tatictian, and handy with explosives. Weapon of choice is the Nemisis Sniper Rifle.
History: Entered service with his twin brother at age 16. Father deemed ungood at age 14. Loyalty proven through numerous acts of bravery on behalf of his Lord and Excellence Prince Rothbart of the Spade Family.

Name: Derek Black
Rank: Knight of the Prince
Age: 22
Duty: Electronic Support
Skills: Excellent hacker, and computer technician. Provides support to Knight Unit by overriding locks, computer warfare, communications interception, and his network of contacts throughout the City. He carries a unique tri-barraled shotgun he calls "Someday."
History: Entered service with his twin brother at age 16. Father deemed ungood at age 14. Loyalty proven through numerous acts of bravery on behalf of his Lord and Excellence Prince Rothbart of the Spade Family.

OOC:bumpin-tagin in interest.

The Knight Unit HQ building was a formidable tower of tall stone and black steel. This is where the Brothers Black worked. Gaurds with machine guns and sniper rifles patroled it's various turrets. Four BattleEngines stood atop the tower standing watch over the City.

Derek and Jared Black were stationed on Floor 13, External Security Unit 721. It was here where they trained and where they recived thier orders. The twin brothers had joined the Knight Units with the express purpose of being able to crush it from within. They trained hard and fought hard. All to earn the trust of their masters. Rumor had it that they were about to be promoted to the Queen's Gaurd. This would get them closer to their target.

Kill the Queen.


[OCC: This RP is open. Both sides will be open to accept international aid once the Event occures]

The Black Agents will fight with the Insiders. They will be assisted by Agents 78 and 67. One being one of the best swordsman and stealth assasin and the other is superb with long range weapons and short range weapons.

The computer clicked at the brothers.

ORDERS KU721: PROTECT HRM DURING CELEBRATION OF DOUBLEPLUSGOOD RULE. ARRIVE @ PALACE NLT 18:00. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN.

Derek started to tap on his desk, motioning to the screen. They were constantly being monitered, so it helped to be able to communicate in a manner that just appeared to be nervous habit.

This is it. You want to go for it?

Jared was thinking. Images of the palace going through his head. Time tables, procedure, and all kinds of fear.

Yes. Let's proceed. The Palace will be too fortified, but if we may be able to take out the transport.

You thinking of sniping it?

No, it'll be too armored. I'll cut the sabotage the car. 30 pounds should do it.

You'll need to be covered you know. The cameras moniter those cars all the time

Hey Bro, Cameras are your department. Now's the time to toast the bitch

The brothers stopped tapping and visibly looked at the screen. They cheered.

"YES COMRADE! An assignment most exciting! To protect the Queen herself!"

OOC: Tagged for interest. BTW, would you be interested in a story plot of MelekTaus being drawn in to totally decimate the Queen's loyalist forces, but it turning out to be a big mistake, once MelekTaus starts setting up its own puppet government? It'd lead to further RP ideas (E.G rebellion and such) If not, I'll just play goody goody take out the dictator role.

OCC: Well, one revolution is enough. I'd hate to see these guys have to go through ANOTHER Civil War. I would like the help though. Depending on how many nations support which side will determine how big the resistance forces become. (Just to keep it even and interesting)

OOC:The Black Agents are ins upport of the resistance, The Rogue agents ( my counterpart) is in support of the queen...

There is another side to everything.

There exsists a man whose named rings terror in every heart. A man whose quest for blood and skill with a blade make him particularly ruthless.

He is Prince Rothbart, The Prince Of Fourspades.

This was the man the Brothers hated the most.

This was the man who murdered their father.

For all the pain the Queen had caused, Rothbart was sure to cause more once the Queen died.

OCC: Well, one revolution is enough. I'd hate to see these guys have to go through ANOTHER Civil War. I would like the help though. Depending on how many nations support which side will determine how big the resistance forces become. (Just to keep it even and interesting)

OOC: That's perfectly fine. Do you want me to just insert special forces team in gurrilla style warfare, or go for a full on invasion, before helping the revolutionaries set up a government? My suggestion, try not to go too 'commie' despite the fact my nation is one, or the WACL WILL, whether you like it or not, gang up on the rebels unless you totally ignore their actions, which normally isn't smrt either.

Derek was busy at work.

He had hacked into the Fourspades CCTV network and was busy recording normal night activity for Camera 11298827. Once he had finished, he quickly spliced the new feed into the old feed and set it up for looping. For the next 6 hours the CCTV would report nothing but wind was making it through the carport.

Jared was also busy.

He was walking through the palace heading towards the carport. He was dressed in his Gaurd Uniform. He didn't look the least bit out of place.

A gaurd stooped him at the door to the Car Port.

"HALT! WHO GOES THERE AND WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS!"

Jared saulted smartly and replied, "KU217 Alpha following Order #217A-987631: Inspect Transport!"

The Agents had begun to prep. it was a simple mission. A quick kill and evac. They had trained from years to do thier jobs. And to kill a queen with the amount security she had, was almost unfitting of a Black Agent, much less two. They could kill her fast and leave many to wonder or cause some damgae in the process, but since the nation was already in disrepair they did expect to blow anything up.... At least not much.....


( rogue Agents HQ)


Two cybernets where selected for the operation. They where codenamed Rogue 5 and Rogue 7. Two of the best cybernets under Rogue 55-b. These two where bad at using lots of C4 and lots of rounds, even if it was not needed. And soon they would be let loose to prey....

A young man was coming from the countryside. Earlier that morning he had been dropped in by parchute from a airplane into the Fourspades. He had the mission from his government to check on the Queen. The man had dropped into the countryside only with a G36c, a HK P7 handgun, and a suitcase full of money. The man had the call sign of "Firefox". The man's real name was Clarence Potter. Recently he stole a car from a native and some cloths. Now he was going to check into a hotel.

That day: 3:04 am MelekTaus time

It was late into the night as the Emperor, Anton the IV sat at his desk. He had alot of paper work to shift through, but as much as he wished to leave it and be in bed beside his wife, this was important stuff. All to do with various intelligence reports, all of them seemingly mundane. But, as always, the head of the military had to keep up to date.

A smouldering cigarrette sat on the edge of an ashtray, held in one of the indents to the glass edge. Picking it up by the filter with two fingers, the middle aged Emperor placed it between two dry lips, taking a particuarly long drag. Taking the white stick from his lips, he flicked it against the ash tray to remove some of the grey matter from its burning tip, before breathing out a long plume of smoke.

It was dark in his room, only a single bright light shinning down on Anton's desk, illuminating the small pile of paper, and various pens in their pots. Blue eyes slowly scanned across the scattered reports in the centre of the desk, while the owner of those eyes took another deep inhale of cheap tobacco smoke. In the corner of his eye, he finally caught something of interest...

Official Imperial Intelligence Report
For the eyes of the Emperor Only
Classified Report #134714, Fourspades region

Imperial Intelligence officers report that the primarily unknown nation of Fourspades may be undergoing some unrest soon. Rebellious factions have been known to covertly operate in area. Outside influence from a group known as "The Black Agents" is also suspected, but not proven. Suggested action: Deploy Special Forces Operatives into the country, and establish COPs (Covert Observation Posts) in key hot spot locations. Continue intelligence gather operations.

Your command is our wish.

Report compiled by: Agent 1678 of the Imperial Intelligence Service, Unit -Deleted-, Unit Location -Deleted-

Finally, something worth thinking over. Rubbing a hand across his brow to remove some of the sweat, the Emperor sighed heavily as he took a drag from the cigarrette, before stubbing it out in the ash tray. He'd have to call a meeting with the commanders of the Imperial Marine Commandos, the Brotherhood Of The Emperor and the Imperial Intelligence Service.... But for now, perhaps sleep would be a good option.

As agents 78 & 67 reached the land of Fourspades, they climbed over a mountain side and did so just as it began to rain. They began to climb down, leaping from from ledge to another. Not even the Mud and rock nnouced that they had arrived. They where quite. Even in the rain. They moved quickly, and effectivly, making no sound as they moved. They where good, but not the best. But even being the worst Black Agent was better then the best eilte soldier. Thier helmets displays gave streaming intell on the area as they moved in to a town. They began to gather intell from people by listening in on thier conversations.


" I hope we learn what is needed here 67, I dont like to wait." said agent 78 over the intra-armor comlink.

" And I hope you stop bothering me 67. I dont have time from you stupid whining." replied Agent 67 as he scoped the area around the palace like structure...

[OCC: Just so everyone knows, there is ZERO indication that Fourspades is about to revolt. Anyone even MENTIONING anything against the current monarch is not seen the next morning. The Brothers are simply going to create a signal. I'll pretend not to notice your various agents, but be forewarned. After the Event your agents will be hunted down. The Monarchy would much rather execute a forign national than admit the deed was done by thier own people. That said, anyone being sloppy is going to get creamed.]

Jared quickly made his way into the carport. The Queen's Transport was in the first row. It was a very large black car, bulletproof with a 16 cylinder engine. On the same row were the various motorcyles that were used to escort it.

Jared took out 20 kilos of C4 and carefully. He signalled Derek to disable the alarm. Once that was done, he unscrewed the steelplate under that gastank. That done, he set the explosives underneath the transport's large fueltank. He then went to each motorcycle and placed an explosive fluid in each gastank. It would only activate after the bike reached a certain tempreture.

He walked out of the transport and informed the Gaurd.

"By order of Prince Rothbart, no one must touch the transport. There are many plots against the Law of the Land. Do not be fooled by somebody else attempting to inspect the vechicle. If you do I will know about it and I will personally have your head. Is this understood?"

"YES M'LORD!"

"Good."

A young man was coming from the countryside. Earlier that morning he had been dropped in by parchute from a airplane into the Fourspades. He had the mission from his government to check on the Queen. The man had dropped into the countryside only with a G36c, a HK P7 handgun, and a suitcase full of money. The man had the call sign of "Firefox". The man's real name was Clarence Potter. Recently he stole a car from a native and some cloths. Now he was going to check into a hotel.

As soon as the man had entered near civilization, Internal Security noticed him.

It was rather foolish to try to infiltrate the countryside. Even the smallest towns were wired with cameras everywhere. There was simply no refuge from the Queen's Justice.

The problem was the small town he had choosen to steal a car from. Cars were rather expensive in Fourspades and they were not owned by everyone, particularly in a smaller town. So when the car was stolen, the IntSec Cheif ordered a review of all cameras from the last 72 hours.

It was not hard to spot the outsider. He walked much too freely. And spoke much too loudly. Any good Spade knew that microphones were everywhere so they were in the habit of talking quietly. This man was no Spade.

They watched him as he drove though town. Oddly enough, he was very good at observing local laws. He pulled into a hotel.

The Cheif made a computer call. The screen in which the desk clerk was working would see the following on her screen.

ATTENTION CITIZEN: INCOMING MAN UNGOOD. PLACE MAN IN ROOM 013. SECFORCE ENROUTE. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN.

Little did Potter know, the Police were already on there way.

Agents 67 and 78 heard the sirens coming down the road, as did they see them coming. And at one time where they had been, they where gone. And had already taken new spots to watch what was going on. If police where near, that means some they need to know about is there....

As agents 78 & 67 reached the land of Fourspades, they climbed over a mountain side and did so just as it began to rain. They began to climb down, leaping from from ledge to another. Not even the Mud and rock nnouced that they had arrived. They where quite. Even in the rain. They moved quickly, and effectivly, making no sound as they moved. They where good, but not the best. But even being the worst Black Agent was better then the best eilte soldier. Thier helmets displays gave streaming intell on the area as they moved in to a town. They began to gather intell from people by listening in on thier conversations.


" I hope we learn what is needed here 67, I dont like to wait." said agent 78 over the intra-armor comlink.

" And I hope you stop bothering me 67. I dont have time from you stupid whining." replied Agent 67 as he scoped the area around the palace like structure...

[OCC: I'm assuming that your in a town outside of The City. When you say 'palace' like structure, I'll assume you mean the town's HQ. I wouldn't try sneaking around close to the palace just yet. If you want to live anyway.]

The Internal Security Cheif was busy that morning. A neighboring town had just reported a car being stolen by what was assumed to be an enemy spy. Word traveled fast among the Cheifs.

He typed up an order.

ALCON: UNGOOD VISTOR HAS STOLEN CAR IN HOUSTONSHIRE. INTSEC NOTIFIED. DOUBLE GUARD FOR ALL POLICE. LONG LIVE THE QUEEN.

The men would not like working double shifts, but it was the price of loyalty.

If the agents had any sort of reliable intel at all. They would have learned very quickly that it was not a good idea to be walking around in armor. The Police would soon be conducting searches at random because of the new alert.

[ OCC UPDATE: Black Agents, are you in the same town or different one? Internal Security would not be using sirens. Just very dark cars. If you're in the same town, let me know and you can ignore this post. I'll replace it with a different one.]

OOC: Pretend my post came into action the day after this is occuring, can't be bothered to delete or change it. I'll post again two days after the 'signal' in RP terms bout what exactly my forces will be doing.

Clarence Potter knew something was up when the clerk took a longer time with him. When he got into the room he looked around for any cameras. Before he turned on the radio onto full volume so the police couldn't hear anything. The only probably was now was cameras. So Clarence turned off all the lights. He pulled out his G36c and HK P7 handgun. Then he loaded both with ammo. Clarence pointed his P7 at the cameras and pulled the trigger. With the extra magizines he put them on his kelvar vest or his ammo belt. Then he put on a black ski mask. Once he was done he opened the air condition vent and climbed threw. Now he was going to have to find a base in the run down part of this city.

Clarence Potter knew something was up when the clerk took a longer time with him. When he got into the room he looked around for any cameras. Before he turned on the radio onto full volume so the police couldn't hear anything. The only probably was now was cameras. So Clarence turned off all the lights. He pulled out his G36c and HK P7 handgun. Then he loaded both with ammo. With the extra magizines he put them on his kelvar vest or his ammo belt. Then he put on a black ski mask. Once he was done he opened the air condition vent and climbed threw.

OOC: Ever heard of night vision cameras?

One good SAS technique for intelligence gathering is building COPs in the country side and observing passivelly what goes by, or even going into disused, old buildings and hiding up there, covertly re-supplying the troops there. A hotel is an obvious place for an armed spy, you need to blend in and not appear foreign when being amoung the people.

OOC: I already have a plan. Also I don't really care what the hell the SAS does.

[Lost Post, replaying]

The dark cars were now surrounding the hotel. Every window, door, and vent were not being watched. Potter would have to fight his way out.

They were sure now that the man was not from here. Everyone knew that everyroom was bugged and monitered. Everyone knew that if you turned off the lights and turned up the radio you'd attract the attention of the Secret Police. Soon there would be a few helicopters with sniper rifles. Soon Potter would be dead.

The did not notice the Black Agents, at least not yet. All eyes were on the Hotel.


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Meanwhile, the Brothers had completed thier task and were standing in formation at the Palace Gates. The great thing was, they would have the perfect alibi for when the Queen's transport exploded.

OOC: I already have a plan. Also I don't really care what the hell the SAS does.

OOC: Just suggesting some idea for intelligence gathering that would be a little less obvious, and might result in your guy surviving longer than a few days. Unless this guy is a hitman. Either way, the means of his infiltration are questionable. I was just giving friendly advice...

[OCC: A few days?! This guys not even going to live a few hours!]

[OCC: A few days?! This guys not even going to live a few hours!]

OOC: I was reffering in tactics in general. In this particular case, he'd probebly live maybe a maximum of a day if he can escape, but he'd be a fugitive. Either way, the tactics used are extremely questionable.

On a different point, please keep in mind I'll be continuing IC comments AFTER the explosion or what ever happens, and use that as the basis of my comment of 'unrest' in the report. Then, you'll probebly have to put up with some infiltrating agents and SpecOps members. Except, I'll be using quite sound and tried-and-tested tactics.

Darkness.

That was the word used to describe the Queen's Transport and her entourage.

Darkness.

2 Spadian Battle Engines marched foward with several black cars armed with machine guns behind it. At the center of the formation was the Transport surrounded by motorcycles.

The people along the streets cheered as ordered. This was a celebration of her rule.

Darkness.

The smoke from the factories choked the life out of the air and the sky was an eternal grey.

Darkness.

Inside the fuel tanks of the motorcycles, the liquid chemical was mixing and heating up. Soon it would ignite.

Derek had set the trigger to explode once the Transport stopped moving. The motorcyles exploding should cause the Transport to pause a bit.

Light.

BOOM! Several motorcycles exploded a mile from the Palace. The Transport slammed on it's breaks to avoid a collision with the charred remains.

The world seemed to stop.

With one great massive explosion, the Queen's Transport exploded violently. Glass and steel flew through the air and into the crowd. People screamed and paniced. The Gaurds that did survive quickly moved to the transport attempting to open up the buring coffin.

Derek had set up his computer systems to react to such an event. As soon as the Priority One Message hit the airwaves, the computer systems under Derek's control deleted records of The Brother's Black, all video logs of the past 72 hours, and any data it could get it's hands on. Finally as a final insult: It replaced the deleted files with the following message:

THE QUEEN IS DEAD! LONG LIVE DEMOCRACY! THE QUEEN IS DEAD! LONG LIVE DEMOCRACY!

The program spread like a virus. It would spread to all communication servers. Eventaully State Hackers would end the program and repair the damage, but for now it just added to the chaos.

OOC: Ok, maybe the Black Agents or what ever they are could start getting a wee bit more involved, to give my post a little more credit so I can finally put some people in Fourhearts and get involved myself.

The Agents only watched as the hotel was placed under lockdown. It would be all to easy to resuce him, but they wanted to see how the person inside would do on his own. But reason played its hand and they could not let whoever they are die. Soon both Agents where leaping thier way to the hotel, keeping a good distance from eye sight and away from anything that would give them away. Both took sniping positions, and switched thier pistols to sniper mode( which involves adding parts to create the rifle.). Both took aim at others who where standing behind someone else.

" Two birds...One stone" said agent 67 as he and 78 first in unison, so that if anyone heard( highly dought full) they would think it was one person

BAM!!!!!

[POSTING AS FOURSPADES]

Two policemen went down. The sniper rifles were very quiet and nobody noticed the two dead men. The Black Agents were lucky. However, there where still hundreds of armed men surrounding the hotel and police where beginning to place gas inside the building. They knew by the video feed that the spy had entered the vents.

Bump

-Bump-

OCC: Right, I noticed Black Agents were on too. I wanted to clear this little Hotel Sence up before going on with the story.

-Bump-
OOC: I'm still waiting for a time for when I can insert Spec ops into the nation. My report would have, timeline wise, only jsut been compiled and sent to the Emperor, and it'd be some time before he could authorise the sending of Spec Ops troops into the area, followed by actually getting them together and into the area.

bump for later

Crouched above a nearby building 2 agentsquietly watched the scene unfold in front of them. They may ahve had all the appearances, and knowledge of a native, but in their hearts they were not. They were loyal subjcts of their own emperor, not this nations queen or any of her kind. They were on a mission.
They knew the foreigner was in the vents somewhere, a simple run in with him in the lobby ensured the placing of a tracker. Hopefully this newcomer didn't mess things up too badly, The agents had been here for years watching, waiting, and silently helping the story unfold. It was too late for any mistakes. A mistake would cost them time they didn't have. They're 8 year deployment was nearing its end, and as much as they wished to be home, they wanted this over first.
BAM!!!!
From the roof the agents saw to officers fall to the ground. Looking at each other in amazement, Agent 11a whispered that only one shot had been faintly heard.
Agent 13C nodded his agreement. Someone else was here, someone else who did not want the man inside to be caught, An unknown ally was nearby.

The agents didn't hear the other shot, but thier suit did. Thier helmet displays began to show possible shot locations depending on the sounds direction. Two places where found.....


" See that, we have company agent 78."

" Indeed 67. I'll check out the far place, I guess you can take the close."

" my thoughts exactly, .... GO."

With those thoughts they vanished from thier posts and left to find the other shooters.......

OCC: POSTING AS FOURSPADES



Prince Rothbart had been in the Palace when it happened.

"No....."

"GAURDS! GET TO THE SITE OF THAT EXPLOSIONS! BROTHERS BLACK! YOU'RE WITH ME! WE WILL FIND THE BASTARDS WHO DARE ATTACK THE QUEEN!"

The irony was not lost on the Brothers Black.

13C and 11a both caught the "wind of change" from the stir of the crowd gathered below, it was an intuition; something big had happened somewhere.
Sure a couple of officers had taken ashot or two but somewhere not to far away something was going on, they could feel it in the air. quietly they slipped off unnoticed and began making their way to where the parade was being held, if something big was happening it definitely involved the queen.