NationStates Jolt Archive

A fairly nondescript man approached the immigration/passport control counter at the national airport of Velkya. He had just arrived on the 2:30 flight via Briminston International Airport in the nation of Brimstone.

He waited in line with his three bags, packed with all of his worldly possessions and items he would be needing; clothes, significant items, and a bit of cash to hold him for the time being. "Next..." called the woman at the counter.

He walked forward, pulling his bags with him, and approached the counter with a smile. "Hello," he greeted with a momentary smile. He handed her his documents and passport.

She glanced down at the photo a couple of times and then back up at the man. "John Hymus from Brimstone," she read as he confirmed that it was his name. "Reason for visit and stay?" she asked as was standard.

"A little business and a little pleasure," he said calmly. "Hopefully mostly the latter," he joked...

Over the next two days, three hundred seemingly random people would be arriving from different nations across the globe - each of them having the correct paperwork, credentials, and passports and each having different reasons for their visit...

ooc: I will commence this with a couple of hundred (unrelated) men attempting to enter the nation (leaving it up to you if they are successful) - if any or all are successful, the next step of terror will begin shortly.

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"Sir, I need to see your embassy card, the Allied Union currently has no embassy in Brimstone, or, even a record that a nation known as Brimstone exists."

"Sorry, I don't understand," the man replied as he stood at the counter. "I don't have an embassy card... I am not a diplomat," he explained. "I just have my passport, driver's license, birth certificate, and visa."

All the men trying to enter across the nation were trying different methods. Some did have embassy cards from their nations, others did not.

ooc: I am using Brimstone in the sense that it is a real nation.

"I'm afraid you cannot enter the country then. Security, please escort this man to Civil Defense."

Two burly men than appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, taking him to a Velkyan holding cell until they could run his retinal scan through the databank of known criminals and smugglers. All over the country, men were being detained for not having their Velkyan-approved embassy admission cards. Even those that showed one were not out of trouble yet, as the card had to be registered in the Allied Union Immigration Database, one that was impossible to forge because of it's coding methods.

(OOC: I only count nations that are on NS, sorry.)

(OOC: I only count nations that are on NS, sorry.)

ooc: Fine... I will use a real NS nation then.

And they aren't all forged/fake. Some are legit and real. They would have no reason to suspect these people as they are normal citizens of random nations across the world who have no criminal records.

It is also quite GMish to say that a computer software can't be faked/hacked/forged. Everything can be hacked...

A large, four hundred passenger plane that was heading from the nation of Tasai to Dweladelfia Prime, sent a priorty one distress signal to the control tower.

"This is Flight TaC173, from Tasai to Dweladelfia - come in control tower. I repeat, come in control tower."

"This is the control tower, over."

"We were on our away from Tasai to Dweladelfia when we began experiencing extreme difficulties with our two left engines and one of the right ones. They are malfunctioning and we are rapidly losing altitude - we have calculated that we will crash in approximately eight minutes if we are not able to land. We request an immediate escort and runway to land on - after your crews check over and fix the aircraft, we will leave... over."