NationStates Jolt Archive

The year is 2200, mankind has for years been in wars and nearly brought to extinction in many cases. Thanks to scientific advancements, mankind has been able to keep the earth from becoming a barren wasteland. But the melting of the polar ice caps, due to global warming, has caused the landmass to shrink a great deal, leading to wars over land and resources. Some have tried to restore the peace over the feudal nations arissen from the chaos, but all attempts have been in vain... But now, a man has arisen. A man with vision and a burning desire to lead his kind to glory. He wishes to see man be rebuilt into a unified global empire and under his reign. However, some wonder just what his purpose on this Earth may really be... Whatever his purpose, groups and individuals all around the world are now either pledging their service to him, or plotting his downfall. Now the final days, as predicted by the Apostle John, have begun to occur. But where this coming storm will lead, only God knows......

Players:
Brazilam: God (Fear me sinners!)
Geneticon: The Anti-Christ HIMSELF (You evil person! )
Colorado and Texas: Ragnar DeVill
The Ancient Isles: Ishtan Morjeck
Novus-Byzantium: Leader of Vox Manus Deus (Imperator)
Mooz Kow Body: Assassin type person against the Anti-Christ
Kulikovo: Eli Greene
Drexel Hillsville: Four Horsemen
Theao: Sebastian Maurice Milien
The-Blazing-Star: Archangel Uriel
Animarnia: Knights of Davidson
Superior Influences: ???
Cherry Ridge: Pope Malachy I
Armedes: Aneesh Sharma

Players who have not yet decided what to make their characters: Be sure to develop them soon, or you might get ignored.

Name: Ragnar DeVill
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: White male half cyborg. Ex-Spec ops for U.S.M.C now Mercenary.
Height: 6'3"
Eyes: One hazel one red
Skin Color: Tan and metal
Personality: Laid back. But will kill or fight anyone for the right amount of money.

*Just another day for the leader of Rav Securites. Ragnar led his squad towards the mafia safe house. His M16-4 at ready for when they hit the door*

OOC:hopefully it was ok to post an intro for my char just to get started.

Name: Ragnar DeVill
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: White male half cyborg. Ex-Spec ops for U.S.M.C now Mercenary.
Height: 6'3"
Eyes: One hazel one red
Skin Color: Tan and metal
Personality: Laid back. But will kill or fight anyone for the right amount of money.

*Just another day for the leader of Rav Securites. Ragnar led his squad towards the mafia safe house. His M16-4 at ready for when they hit the door*

OOC:hopefully it was ok to post an intro for my char just to get started.

Oh of course. Characters do need intro's. It's all part of the build-up process of a story. Not neccesary, but would be a good contribution.

*as his shoulder hit the door he saw a blinding flash. Standing before him was a woman in white armor. He see he can not move as she says""Soon you will be needed."*his sight returns as a mobster jumps at him. Ducking the blow he swings his right arm slamming his metal fist into the poor mans face.*

ooc: I just signed up in the other thread.

ic:
Pope Malachy sat inside his office. He looked out over the Roman Streets. Soon he would have to leave. For the first time in centuries, the Papacy would leave Rome. He sighed, and sipped his Irish Cream. A Cardinal walked in, and the Pope said,
"Cardinal, I believe it is time my things should be made ready. Just as the apostles fleed in the garden, I will fless, but not for my own sake, but to guide the church." The Cardinal brought the Pontiff's stuff to the tunnel that ran from the Vatican to Castel Gandolfo. It had been upgraded, secretly, in 2100. The Pope would bring his brown leather suitcase. It had a change of clothes, a cassock, alb, stole, chasuble, mitrem and also his crucifix would be next to it, a small version of his ceremonial one. His amss kit was also packed in. He would depart at the last minute, the last possible moment to flee. He knew there had to be someone who would care for the Pope. An SUV waited at Castel Gandolfo, and from there he would simply journey and travel. He knew that demons could attack him, yet he also knew they feared him, and with an invocation, they could be chased. If he celebrated a mass, they would plunge themselves into hell before gettign near Christ. Yet, he still remembered the prophecies about the Pope getting beaten. He picked up his sword, remoured to have been owned by Brian Boru himself. How he hoped he would guide his hand, and along with Saint Patrick and Peter, help him. He then began sealing off documents, and finalising all unfinished business.

*Ragnar walked up to the bound Mafiaso, he kneels grabbing the man by his hair.*"Ok shite head Don Giovani says hello. He told you to get the hell out of Little Saint Louis. Now I am going to have to kill you."
*the man looks up hatred in his eyes*"I spit on you christian, how does your God feel about your cyborg kind?"
"Wa\hat the frag are you babbling about?" Ragnar asked."Hell with it"*this said he slams his Colt 2099 model .45 under the mans mouth and pulls the trigger.*

Sebastien looked out the window of his small apartment. The dreary rain served as a reminder of the life he believe behind him, even with the bountiful evidence that would remain till the day he died. Looking down at his bare chest, he ran a finger along the numerous scar lines and over the puckered scars that were the remenents of bullet wounds.

In his eight years in a French, and Canadian elite unit, he'd never been where the records said he was, and had no combat medals. By comparison it had been commonly joked, his medical file could serve as a training manuel for a trauma medic.

He'd heard of a miracle 'make everything better' man, something his religious nature found abhorent. With a shrug, he decided to go shopping.

*Ragnar threw the bloody body over his shoulder standing up. The rest of his crew picked up the other corpses. Heading out the went towards the black Humvees that they came in.

Jadon Black smiled as he leaned back in his comfortable office chair. He looked over a newspaper and sipped a cup of steaming hot cofee. This was the life. Or was it?

Over the last two centuries, many changes had been made in the USA. Foremost, laws had been changed in the Constitution to allow younger men and women to lead the nation, and allow people to be more liberal. It was common for the average person to flip on their satellite TV and watch a live murder gameshow. So what? No one really cared nowadays. No one except that stupid pope.

Jadon kept smiling... his deep green eyes peering over the paper and satring at his closest advisor. He kept staring and his eyes slowly changed from the deep emerald to a startling black. They shifted when he was either angry or relieved. Right now he was relieved.

His associate looked back indirectly and uncomfortably, not wanting to totally meet his gaze. He couldn't. It was hard to stare Jadon down without a sense of inferiority, but at the same time, great wonder. That was the way it was with Jadon. A natural leader. Born to lead the nation. Perhaps the nations.

Jadon grinned at his helper and thought. What a pawn... He turned back to his paper and looked at the headline. Death. Everywhere death. Wasn't this always the way it was? Had he ever known anything different? Shouldn't their be more life, and less death? Jadon didn't understand why not, and no one had ever questioned it like he had. Jadon brought life with him. In fact, Jadon claimed he was life itself.

For the past 6 months Jadon had been campaigning. Strangely enough, all of Jadon's opponents had mysteriously dropped out of the election. Now only Jadon alone stood on the ballot for the President of the United States, and he would take the office within the next 72 hours. Wonderful...

His Vice-President-to-be nervously twidled his fingers accross the room. The idiot... Jadon looked up and spoke for the first time in the last few hours. "Is all ready?"

"Yes sir..." The reply was nervous. Inferior.

"Good."

"They'll be suprised to learn of the administration's change." Jadon chuckled. He returned to his caffine and kept smiling. The day is coming...

The imperator looked out over his troopers gathered before him while he stood at his podium. He tried to look at each one individually but knew he could not there were hundreds of them gathered before him. Even though he knew this every time he made a speech he tried to see each of his followers as a person instead of merely a cog in the machine. The "Hall of Invigoration" as he called it was eerily silent his soldiers had been trained well they stayed concentrated on their leader and did not indulge in idle talk.

The Imperator raised his right hand in the air
"IN YOUR NAME I LIFT UP MY HANDS, O GOD"
he opened his clenched right fist
"IN THE RIGHT HAND I HOLD VENGEANCE"
He raised his clenched left hand then opened it
"IN THE LEFT HAND I HOLD TRUTH"
He clenched his fists back together and brung them down swiftly onto the podium
"WITH THESE WE WILL CRUSH THE FORCES OF EVIL!"
"OUR TIME HAS COME FELLOW FOLLOWERS OF CHRIST. WE WILL SWEEP ACROSS THE EARTH IN A CRUSADE AND WE WILL DESTROY THE ENEMIES OF GOD. NO QUARTER WILL BE GIVEN NO MERCY WILL BE SHOWN WHEN OUR FOES WILL BE FOUND ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE!"

The Imperator continued on his speech for another 10 minutes. His soldiers said nothing until the end of the speech, yet if you could look into their eyes you would see the passion and fury growing.

After the speech the Imperator went back to his quarters and began praying for he knew the very near future would contain much death and blood so he had to prepare himself for the war between the two greatest forces on earth good and evil of which he was to play a part.

Scowling at the stubborn device, Aneesh cut it off the arm of the charred corpse. He had more persuasive ways of dealing with secure combands. Crouching as to avoid possibility of detection from any early workers, he exited the factory. This job has been going on for weeks upon weeks, dragging at and making the professional assassin/datajack weary. This hit should be the last, this comband should contain the information his customer wanted.

Holstering his computer spike, which doubled as an electro-dagger (much to the dismay of his last victim) he trudged toward his domicile, his refuge. While it wasn't much to look at, his underground complex offered comparative safety and sophisticated electronics rivaling the Ops Centers of many first-world nations. His home-build AI was second to none (perhaps the corporates had something similar, if their "fortified" computer systems were any indication). Also, due to his cybernetic headgear, the AI was often able to communicate with him in symbols and written words.

As he glanced about the desolate wasteland the country had become, his HUD showed a small blinking blue icon. Apparently, another contract went live. No rest for the wicked, after all, and these days one would be hard pressed to find an innocent. Even the childrens' games were used to hunt down criminals, dreams of older military strategists fulfilled further beyond they would have thought possible.

As he entered his bunker, the HUD activated, showing him the payment for the last mission. Then, he reviewed the request for a mercenary on the 'net. While the job entailed more structure than the ones he was used to, the location, the apparent duration and the organizations involved provided the possibility of a challenge. A challenge was what he needed at this point. He opened the proposal screen and typed "I Accept".

(OOC: I now need someone to have hired me. Can't really proceed without an employer. Hopefully it's someone fighting against the Anti-Christ dude, as my character is very much against big corporations and that's what I'm assuming is the Anti-Christ's gig. I'd rather be fighting on the side of the rebellion, but it's all good.)

*after collecting their fee the hardedned troopers of Rav Security head towards their next target. They had been hired to take out a Nun, they were being payed by Marshel Law of Jasper Texas. He said that she was starting an armed cult.
"Ok troops, I know we never figured we would be killing nun. But intell tells us that she is leading kids astry."

"Sir? WHat is the proof?"

"Well son, the marshel says she has taken his kid, that is enough for me."

After a long consultation with the stars, their anceint records and communications with God (the Anti-Christ) Ishtan Morjeck declared that her tribe should prepare themselves for their moment of glory. Through the series of villages people were gathering supplies of long horded weapons, food and other necessitites.

Ishtan herself sat in the centre of a large circle of sacred objects. She closed her eyes and breathed in the toxic fumes that wafted from a burning pile near her. The drugs sent her into a deep trance. She stood and raised her arms to the sky "Ima najdo formenti! Arghon formel nagante! Sargon fjdi lamop dram, drem fosi nigo!" she shouted. It was her voice that said the words, a deep booming voice carried them accross the village. Silence and stillness followed as the inhabitants realised the full force of what was happening. Simultaniously dropping to their knees the villagers worshiped God and the duty he had given them. Their war was now.

The imperator looked at his computer screen and saw that his request for a mercernary had been accepted by someone named Aneesh. He scanned over known information about him and was quite pleased with what he found apparently this mercenary was quite skilled in what he did. The mission Aneesh had excepted was to plant a large explosive in a D.O.D. room which will contain a meeting between the military and several Corporate powerhouses who plan to discuss the future of the US military and possible defense contracts. If this mission is successful it will weaken the american military and slow the advance of the one-world government. Hopefully allowing time for a preemptive strike.

*the large red Blackhawk swooped in low through the valley. The men and women on it were deadly silent. Checking and re-checking their weapons. None of them had any qualms about killing a nun. Ragnar leaned back thinking something did not seem right about this mission. Why couldnt the MArshell take care of it, and where did he get the 3.5 million it cost to use this team.

OOC: Please remember this is BEFORE anyone actually knows of the plot to switch to a one world government.

(ooc - Geneticon I would appreciate it if you could call on my tribe to do something, so I don't do things that don't work with your scheme!)

(ooc - Geneticon I would appreciate it if you could call on my tribe to do something, so I don't do things that don't work with your scheme!)

OOC: Ok... when I get home from school this afternoon I will.

(ooc - I'm already home :P *coughs* I mean thank you!)

ooc: its kind of impossible to be a hundred years in the future and not know about some one-world government plot especially since there are theories now that say a one-world government is going to take place. my character the imperator doesnt know exactly of a one-world government plot he just knows it is inevitable.

Matthew Green was finishing his daily rounds. I had been a fairly slow day condiering he was Death. He pulled out his little book of names to see who was next. He was startled when he opened it. Usually the only page in it just read a person's or people's names. This time it read only one word, "Prepare." Green quickly rushed to his appartment and changed from his delivery uniform to his street clothes. He ran out the door and down to his pale green motorcyle. He started it up and just drove. He knew where to go, he always had.

In other places around the globe Red Cenan, Jane Black, and White Peirce, were recieving similar messages. They too mounted their motorcycles and rode off. Not much longer now... Azrael thought.

ooc: Well, its time for a bump.

ooc: Boy those other threads are updating fast. No ofense to other players of course. This is just a bump.

Sebastien noticed a odd looking woman with a far oversized sword riding a red 'cycle riding around the city, almost as if she were lost. He also noticed that little arguments broke out into fist-fights whenever she happened to be in the vicinity, but then stopped shortly after.

As he noticed her coming back around the block, so to speak, he happened to step into the street, making it almost certain she'd have to swerve.

ooc: Well some of us do work.
ic: *Ragnar and his team stop out side the old church. He stands there thinking that some thing does not feel right about this. He shrugs then pumps the combat shotgun he holds and runs at the front door. Slamming up agenst it smashing inside he looks seeing no one.*

Quote: Well some of us do work.

ooc: Yeah, sorry about that statement. I was just trying to keep this thread from leaving the first three pages of threads.

Quote: Well some of us do work.

ooc: Yeah, sorry about that statement. I was just trying to keep this thread from leaving the first three pages of threads.
heh I am doing this at work.

Sebastien noticed a odd looking woman with a far oversized sword riding a red 'cycle riding around the city, almost as if she were lost. He also noticed that little arguments broke out into fist-fights whenever she happened to be in the vicinity, but then stopped shortly after.

As he noticed her coming back around the block, so to speak, he happened to step into the street, making it almost certain she'd have to swerve.

Red swirved her cycle drasticly. She came to a stop just an inch away from the moron that had caused her to stop. "What's your porblem?" She yelled at the man, "Are you retarded or do you just want to die?" Her hand was already on the hilt of her sword.

"Neither, I actually have a few questions for you and this seemed the easiest way to get your attention." He replied, completely unconcerned with her threats as he'd lived a third of his life under the specter of death, and violence was a close acquaintance. He looked at the bike that had come so close, with mild interest, but hadn't flinched as it screeched to a halt.

*Ragnar tells his men to hold on as he heads towards the rectory. Opeong the door he heads in seeing the leader of the cult.
"sir sorry but you must die"*as he says this he levals his shotgun triggering it. The boom can be heard all over the block as another holy person dies.*

After a long consultation with the stars, their anceint records and communications with God (the Anti-Christ) Ishtan Morjeck declared that her tribe should prepare themselves for their moment of glory. Through the series of villages people were gathering supplies of long horded weapons, food and other necessitites.

Ishtan herself sat in the centre of a large circle of sacred objects. She closed her eyes and breathed in the toxic fumes that wafted from a burning pile near her. The drugs sent her into a deep trance. She stood and raised her arms to the sky "Ima najdo formenti! Arghon formel nagante! Sargon fjdi lamop dram, drem fosi nigo!" she shouted. It was her voice that said the words, a deep booming voice carried them accross the village. Silence and stillness followed as the inhabitants realised the full force of what was happening. Simultaniously dropping to their knees the villagers worshiped God and the duty he had given them. Their war was now.

Jadon slammed a black button. The time had come to notify some help.

Pawns...

Encrypted Message to Ishtan and Company:

The time is fast approaching my friends. In the next few days many things will change. I will become leader of the United States. Within 24 hours a pact will be signed by Israel and myself to last for 7 years. May we hope they agree with us. You will begin preperations in the case that they do not. Peace hopefully will follow. Keep praying. The great one Lucifer will not let us down now. He guides my hand and gives me power. He is MY life. Oh how I wish he would speak with me, and with you. No matter... prepare to worship him. In time, all will.

ooc: Bump

ooc: I'll see you guys later. Where I am, its 10 p.m. and time for me to go to bed. See you later.

An explosive device to bring down a meeting. While efficient, this method was also too suspicious. Besides, security would be tighter than... well... best not to consider this in polite company. No, a better method must be figured out to complete the contract and allay focused suspicion on his contacts, his employer or god forbid even himself.

As he scanned the drone manifests for the corporations involved, he was pleased to note that they were bringing their security 'bots. This was excellent news, providing any investigators with a fool-proof reason as to why an explosion would occur in the most heavily guarded bunker in their compound. These robots were known to have unreliable power cores, however the newer models were powered from a remote power nexus, doing away with the bulky generation unit that these machines carried, freeing up space for more ammunition. This would complicate matters, as it was impossible to overload a single robot.

However...


(12 hours later).

The security guard standing outside the conference room shouldered his rifle as the 5th gigantic guard robot lumbered into the small conference room. This was most unusual, as only one was really necessary. Perhaps the bigwigs didn't feel safe enough in their treachery. Yeah, that was it. As he slumped back down into his chair, he noticed the conference door sealed itself shut. As he called his supervisor to see what was happening, he heard a high-pitched whine emanate from the conference chambers, followed by a chorus of agitated voices and 2 gunshots. Abruptly, the wall blew and just before he died, he found out that unassisted humans could indeed fly.

Aneesh packed away his equipment with a satisfied sigh. The corporate devils were destroyed by their own machinery, the irony almost palpable. He had blown power nexus to ration out too much power to each robot, causing an intense explosion of electricity, shrapnel and ammunition that would have electrocuted, minced and vaporized every living creature in a 30 meter radius. As he reflected on the end-phase of the mission, he figured that only one of those robots could have destroyed the entire room, but might as well make it five, to have no chance of anyone left alive.

The corporates made that mistake with him.

Encrypted Message to Ishtan and Company:

The time is fast approaching my friends. In the next few days many things will change. I will become leader of the United States. Within 24 hours a pact will be signed by Israel and myself to last for 7 years. May we hope they agree with us. You will begin preperations in the case that they do not. Peace hopefully will follow. Keep praying. The great one Lucifer will not let us down now. He guides my hand and gives me power. He is MY life. Oh how I wish he would speak with me, and with you. No matter... prepare to worship him. In time, all will.

Ishtan read the message infront of her people. They cheered and raced to finish their preparations.

As the imperator watched the news report on an explosion in a corporate meeting killing all involved he beagn to smile. The matter was still being investigated but he knew exactly what had happened the mercenary he had hired had completed his mission perfectly. As a matter of fact the news reported that no explosive device seemed to be used. The imperator did not know exactly how aneesh had accomplished this without such a device but this pleased him as it proved aneesh's resourcefulness. When he saw that no-one had survived he knew that he would use aneesh's services in the future.

ooc: Bump

*hearing of the explosing Ragnar called his team to him. Telling them that they need to be on high alert. Someone was cutting in on their territory and he wanted them dead or captured.*

ooc: Bumper post

"Neither, I actually have a few questions for you and this seemed the easiest way to get your attention." He replied, completely unconcerned with her threats as he'd lived a third of his life under the specter of death, and violence was a close acquaintance. He looked at the bike that had come so close, with mild interest, but hadn't flinched as it screeched to a halt.

"Make them quick!" she said as she mounted her bike, "I have somewhere to be."

"Well first things first, who are you?" Sebastien asked, "Second, why does it seem that conflict follows in your wake, and lastly, what's the deal with the massively oversized sword?"

ooc: Brazilam, you don't need to bump more than(at the most often) once per day, or if it's gone over 24 hours between posts.

[QUOTE=Theao
ooc: Brazilam, you don't need to bump more than(at the most often) once per day, or if it's gone over 24 hours between posts.[/QUOTE]

ooc: Oh. Okay, thanks for telling, I guess I did abuse that power a bit. Oh well.

"Well first things first, who are you?" Sebastien asked, "Second, why does it seem that conflict follows in your wake, and lastly, what's the deal with the massively oversized sword?"

ooc: Brazilam, you don't need to bump more than(at the most often) once per day, or if it's gone over 24 hours between posts.

"You can call me Red, as for the rest," She paused, "You really don't want to know..."

"Hello Red, and yes, I do otherwise I wouldn't have asked." He replied, anytime someone had said 'you don't want to know' to him, meant it was something that would interest him.

ooc: Only bump for today.

"Hello Red, and yes, I do otherwise I wouldn't have asked." He replied, anytime someone had said 'you don't want to know' to him, meant it was something that would interest him.

"Okay. Just for being a smart ass I'm not gonna tell you. Now MOVE!" Red looked like she was a volcanoe ready to erupt.

"Say please." He commented with a smile as his opinion of the woman was that she was a regular 'bully-boy', which were people he generally disliked/

With boredness, Aneesh browses the internet, looking for any possible contracts and/or flareups. Finally, giving up on the entire thing, he wanders into the dark alleys of the internet and buys an electronic monkey for a few credits.

Sitting back, he proceeds to poke the monkey with the mouse pointer.

Sitting back, he proceeds to poke the monkey with the mouse pointer.

The monkey responded in its computer voice, "Aneesh. Listen to me."

ooc: I know this sounds weird but bear with me.

*Ragnar's team jumps in the black SUV speeing off they come to a stop waiting for the fools to get out of their way*"Yo lady on the bike bloody move"*ragnar yells in his southran voice.

The monkey continued saying, "Aneesh. There is someone who wishes to meet with you. You must go atop a mountain and there you will meet him. However, he suggests that you use this link so that you may communicate with him." The monkey flashed up a link. http://meditate.com/ . The monkey continued, "Follow these steps and do them for three days. You will then meet this person and find why he called you." The monkey than went back to his usual pose as if nothing extraordinary happened.

*OOC: Damn cheap monkeys, hehe*

As he put the finishing touches on his latest AI, he decides to go with tradition and give it a name. After much contemplation, he settles on Sita. Loading the new AI onto his personal network, he picks up a few provisions and sets off toward the nearby mountain range.

As he walked away, he remembered he left his pistol behind. With a shrug and re-adjusting his com spike, he continued on determinedly.

Hours later, when he reached the summit of the nameless mountains, he settled down into a relaxed sitting position, to intellectualize and meditate on the events coming to a head. He then realized what was bothering him the most. His new AI had too much of a personality, something he didn't program in.

On the hill, Aneesh was in meditating position and waiting for whoever was supposed to meet him. Three days passed, and at night, he heard something he never heard before. A small wind started blowing at first, but as it picked up speed, he felt it stop and then saw a bright light flash before him. His ocular implant even had trouble looking at the light before him. He later looked down but still saw the light shining on him. A powerful voice then spoke to him saying, "Aneesh. Aneesh."

He picks up a stone and tries crushing it with his right hand. *The pain should awaken me* Looking at his chronometer, Aneesh stands. As he glances around he notices all the snow is reflecting light, even the snow which should be in shadow. Strange.

The great voice spoke to Aneesh again. It seemed that as the light spoke, it expanded and then returned to its normal size. It spoke, "Aneesh. Know that thou art not in slumber. Thou hast now made thy connection with me through the ways of thy ancestors."

"Say please." He commented with a smile as his opinion of the woman was that she was a regular 'bully-boy', which were people he generally disliked/

Red grabbed at her sword and started to swing it in the air above her head. Quickly she brought it down towards the man before her.

Ragnar seeing this crazy lady with a blade, jumps out of the van. His men fallow close behind aiming their weapons at her.
"Drop the blood sword lady!"

ooc: This is just something I thought would give people to respond to.

(News screen flashes letters ANI)

I'm Anne Jenson. Tonight on American Network International, the first Irish pope of the Roman Catholic Church mysteriously dissapears. We'll take a closer look at why he may not be found soon. And a new motorcycle gang called "Hades" is now taking the world by storm. We'll see why people are outraged every time they pass by. And a mysterious killing of a nun in Jasper, Texas brings up an issue of wondering what exactly is causing these deaths and why a former policeman is accused of hunting down the clergy. And this months half hour special, the live broadcast of America's 100th President Jadon Black's inaugural speech in front of the White House.

(Words American Network International flash across the screen)
(Masculine Voice speaks) 150 years of news. ANI Is on the air............

Red ignored the man behind her and continued to bring the sword down towards the annoying man.

*Ragnar fires a burst at that ladies feet.*"The next burst cuts you intow lady"

OOC: CAT, I'm literally bringing the sword down now, it would be nearly impossible to get to me before I get to him.

OOC: CAT, I'm literally bringing the sword down now, it would be nearly impossible to get to me before I get to him.
ooc:true but being a cyborg thinking is not my strong suit.

OOC: I guess we should just wait for my victim to come back...

OOC: I guess we should just wait for my victim to come back...
ooc:hope he comes back I want to see how he gets out of this.

My guess is a last second dodge then I drive off with you firing bullets at me...

My guess is a last second dodge then I drive off with you firing bullets at me...
ooc: seems that way

Sebastien noticed the arrival of some people who incidentally fired at Red. Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may have been the combat 'deafness' had kicked in. As she swung the blade up and down in an overhanded arc, he stepped inside the radius of her swing and proceeded to kiss Red on the lips.

The Pope heard the report of his disappearnce, and was astounded. He sent a messege, marked with his seal, to the whole earth.
"Come and follow me. I am not dead, but alive. The time has come for a great spiritual battle. Do not turn against the forces of Love.
Blessings,
Pope Malachy I, Vicar of Christ

*Points and laughts at theao, then realizes he's not in the same scene and turns away embarrased*


(OOC: Can you talk in the regular english, as opposed to olde english? It's hard to get the syntax right for anyone other than an anthropologist. cool.)


Hearing this tremendous noise that manages to bypass his cocheal implants, Aneesh is impressed. If this weren't god himself, it would be someone with very near his powers, to be able to bypass his beyond state-of-the-art cybernetics. "What is it you wish for me to do?".

ooc: Oh sure thing. I was just trying to make it sound real is all.

The voice spoke again saying, "Aneesh. You are now needed for an important event that is to soon take place. You must travel now to the land of Jerusalem. It is there that you will find your purpose."

P.S.
ooc: I laugh at Theao. Don't get yourself killed bud. Unless that's your plan of course. heheheee.

*Ragnar and his men step back a bit. Traffic screeching to a halt around the armed men. The sound of sirens in the night*"Sir back away form her!!!"

*OOC: It seems like this rp is dying*


Aneesh heads back down the mountainside, figuring in his mind the best way to get to Jerusalem. Ever since the botched attempt on his life, he's been too much of a fugitive to risk going back into open commercial travel. He'd have to fly there himself, and these corporates had too many personal jets. Heck, he'd be doing them a favor, making sure it runs good.

*OOC: It seems like this rp is dying*

Do you mean as in ending or moving slowly?

I mean as in ending or moving so slowly the outcome would be no different. Of course, if we sped it up it would look too artificial.

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Oslo, Norway

Pope Malachy I had been traveling for a while. He was now in Norway preaching the faith and telling the people that a great spiritual battle was soon to take place. Many people, however, were unsure of what he was speaking. Some believed that he said the end of the world was coming, but many people had by now stopped thinking such a day would come. A few thought that there were soon to be new faiths arising and that they would probably conflict with over moral issues. Most people thought that he was probably trying to promote the old Catholic ideas the church had held onto for the past twenty-two hundred years since more countries were soon likely to approve laws like gay marriage and removing teaching religion from the classroom. But with the Pope himself traveling across these countries, their approval may be more divided among the people.

One night though, he was about to witness something that many christians desired to see. He was asleep but found himself in a dream. It was as dark as it usually was when a man was asleep, but was brought to a shock when he saw a blinding light before him, like next to a star in space. He then heard a powerful voice speak out to him saying, "Patrick. Patrick. Pontiff of Rome..."

For the first time in Eli Greene's life, he was feeling how it was to be bombarded by the media like a politician. And it felt really dumb ( I know, I'm not very good at using swear words). There were reporters left and right of him asking questions like, "Do you feel that the clergy is effective?", "When was the last time you entered a church?", "What do you have to say to those who are faithful?" Ever since he left the police force, he was very public about his disbelief in God and wondered how others were able to stay faithful. Ever since the nun killing in Jasper, people have become so concerned with the killing of the clergy that the governer was even considering adding mini-defense turrets in churches and giving the clergy free body armor to wear under their robes. Eli Greene was the one who was being bombarded with reporters because he was the only person in Texas who knew how to kill professionally without leaving a mark, minus the blood and lost body parts of course, so he was the prime suspect. The reporters followed him from the moment he left to work to the moment he left to go home.

ooc: Kulikovo, If I miss any details, be sure to let me know.

OCC: I had almost forgotten about this thread. Was my character a contract killer or something?

OCC: I had almost forgotten about this thread. Was my character a contract killer or something?

ooc: Here's who you signed up as.

I will play Eli Greene. a down on his luck ex cop turned drunk. A divorced man who's failed at most in life and believes god has abandoned him. He'll be 35, black hair, short beard and blue eyes. Judgement Day may help him see the error of his ways and try to redemn himself in anyway possible

The cameras gleamed all around him. The world's podium sat before him. The lights were all raised above and shining on him. The microphones sat waiting in front of him. The world would soon bow before him...

Jadon Black slowly walked up to the hundreds of audio devices and raised his arms in front of the live audience of over 100,000 Americans. They would be Americans for only a few more days. And they would enjoy the change, at least most of them would.

Jadon smiled and captured the audience's attention as it hushed down, his outstretched arms indication he needs silence.

"Thank you, people of the United States. I am proud to be your leader for the next 4 years, and I hope that perhaps even longer than that I will be able to bring you the peace I bring now. As you all know, the Middle East has been a highly disruptive place within the last few years, and I vow to change that.

Yes, vow! Even as I speak the members of my cabinet are drawing up a proposal that will bring peace to the Israelis for 7 long years. I will not allow this world to be torn apart by those who hate peace. I warn all those who hate peace, they I will utterly oppose.

I will use every asset in my power to assure you, the American people, and the rest of the world, that we shall have peace in the years to come. Yes, there may be setbacks, yes, there may be disappointments, but I myself will bring you through them. Carry your burdens to me and I will feed my little lambs.

The world is struggling, and it is possible the economies surrounding us will fail. Well, the United States of America will not. Our peace will bring us saftey. Is it not true, that if peace were given in the same way to the rest of the world, their economies would be just as well?

I will do all in my power, with your full authorization, to bring prosperity to the world in my rule and my wake. Thank you."

Jadon stepped back amidst the roar of the crowd. He imagined even the people at home watching on television were cheering for him. Everything was going well. The tresty signing was to come.

Jadon looked down to the earth as he walked away from the platfrom surrounded by his security detail. How'm I doing Lucifer...?

Pope Malachy felt as thoguh he was on a cloud, floating, yet firmly on ground, sleeping, yet awake. He answered, knowing immediatly who he was,
"Yahweh, Triune God, I am here!" He also felt something telling him of bad news: an evil man was now the most powerful secular man in the world.

The powerful voice of God spoke again saying, "Patrick, your feelings are of correct instinct. A man has fallen upon the earth, but is not like your kind. He is an unholy abomination that walks among you and plagues the minds of a nation with his idealistic views. He walks in the land which you know as America. Beware him Patrick... For he is the Beast, the unholy prophisied one with whom the fallen angel is his guide..."

The imperator looked over his plans and preparations were almost finished soon the world would know the wrath of the Vox Manus Deus.

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The imperator looked over his chosen squad for the mission that was about to be attempted. The destruction of the dome of the rock. Riding in the VTOL transport helicopter heading for the dropoff point he was getting excited but he quickly quelled those feelings as to not let them affect his judgement. Thanks to a pay-off to a few high Israeli officials who were also jewish radicals he would be unmolested as he approached the place defiled by muslims. "Men get your weapons ready and remember we must be quick in and out in no more than 20 minutes." The target was coming into sight and of course the men were ready and eager to do their leaders bidding.
20 minutes later after sounds of gunfire an explosion rocked the land being seen for quite a distance.
Most just assumed it to be another suicide bomber. All the while a helicopter speeded away carrying what would soon be the most wanted men on the planet.

"I will remember Lord." Came the Pope's reply. "WHat should I do to protect my flock?"

The voice of God spoke to the Pope answering, "Patrick, you must not return to your flock. Doing so will make you a prey of the Beast. The test of faith is to soon fall upon them, wheter they shall remain devoted to me, or become followers of the Beast. But there is one way you can save the faithful... you must travel to the Holy Land of Jerusalem, where you will meet five other chosen who will travel there by my command. Only when they have all gathered together, will you find your purpose....." Before the Pope could say another word, the dream faded as if it never happened. But he was still able to remember every detail of what God told him.

The Pontiff awoke, and immediatly celebrated a mass in thanks. he the began his journey to Jeruselem. Not sure where he would meet the others, he decided to make his way to the Garden of Gethsemane, where he would pray.
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When he arrived, he fell on his knees, and shouted,
"My God, where do I go next?" He did not alert the Eastern Catholics, nor the Latin Catholics of his arrival, yet.

OOC: Sorry, been a little busy...

Red lost it. She started to swing her sword wildly, not caring what she hit.

Due to his position, in relation to Red, Sebastien was inside her swing arc and thus almost perfectly safe. As she lost it, he reached to catch her arm, and began probing for the pressure point that would cause her to drop the sword.

Red tried to shake the man loose from her arm. Once she did, she reversed her motorcycle and drove off in another direction. 'If I ever see anyone like that again I'll just run 'em over"

"Nice girl, somewhat tempermental but nice." He commented as he picked up his groceries and carried on his way.

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The mass destuction at the Dome of the Rock was now an event that had ANI and news stations focusing on the violence that had occured. None could tell what terrorist group was responsible for this explosion, and muslims all around the world were now in an uproar to hunt them down for the destruction of such an important holy site. Meanwhile, Imperator, the leader of Vox Manus Deus, returned back to the headquarters of the organization to prepare for his next mission. In his daily prayers, a miracle had come before Imperator. When he was lost in his prayer, he heard a powerful voice speak out saying, "Cain... Cain..."

The imperator looked around him to see if someone had entered his room as no-one had he responded "speak Lord, for your servant is listening" as he remembered a passage in the old testament.

The voice of God answered Imperator saying, "Cain... You have done well to fight in my name, but now, a destiny is awaiting you... You must now travel back to the Holy Land of Jerusalem where you will learn your purpose, but you must leave your army here. Once you have traveled to Jerusalem, and met five others whom I have sent, only then will you learn your fate and the fate of your army..." Before Imperator could say another word, the persence of God he felt before left the room.

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ooc: wooo thought this one died

ic: motioning to his men, Ragnar ran back to his S.U.V jumping in it, along with his crew. Tires sqeeling they took off after the woman.*

After feeling the presence of God leave the room. The imperator left the room and arranged for transport to jerusalem alone his subortinates noticed this and asked him why he would go without protection. The imperator responded "My faith in God will keep me safe". The imperator got out of his suit and into regular clothes with a hood so as to obscure his face. He holstered the pistol he inherited from his parents. He got up and headed to his personal transport helicopter.

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As the imperator stepped off his helicopter he headed to the nearest hotel. He checked in using a false ID and went to his room. The imperator layed down on his bed and fell asleep dreaming of his parents.

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The Pontiff cried out to God,
"Triune God, tell me when another arrives, and wher I can find him so I may greet him, if it be your holy will!"

ooc: Alright, you keep bumping, but you aven't posted a reply to my (2) questions. If you are going to have God ignore it, then at least post saying that.

ooc: Alright, you keep bumping, but you aven't posted a reply to my (2) questions. If you are going to have God ignore it, then at least post saying that.

ooc: Sorry about that. I'm just waiting for Kulikovo to post something.

The pontiff awaited for God's answer but did not hear an answer to either of his questions.

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Malachy I had was in his bedroom trying to sleep. Ever since he came into contact with God, he felt as though he felt as though he had been charged with the greatest duty since the foundation of the church. He waited for God to give him a sign about the other five to meet him. That night, Malachy heard whispers in his head. He could not tell where they came from, but was able to here the words: "Grand Court....... Imperator........ Cain........ Hooded One........." The voice then faded as if it were never there.


ooc: Cherry Ridge, this is the place:
http://www.ddtravel-acc.com/grandcourt-jerusalem.htm

Malachy thanked God, offered a mass, and went to the hotel.


ooc: This is dead.

ooc: Dang............. you're right Cherry Ridge. Anybody think I should delete this?

ooc: Don't delete it.