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Dearest Empress Chandra,

Arius Cohenius wants to engage in a discussion with you in Cohenianople, Jaredcohenia. He wants to personally apologize for the deployment of troops in your land. When you respond to this message, a Jaredcohenian Airways seat will be reserved for you on the next flight. Keep in mind that no weapons are allowed on planes, no smoking, and a limit of 50lbs for your luggage. We will be waiting for your response.

Cohenius,

We are willing to engage in these talks. However, as protocols dictate that I cannot travel without an armed contigent of bodyguards, I must turn down your offer of a flight. I will travel aboard Aesonic Airforce One, which will be escorted, as always, by several fighters.

Chandra boarded the plane, followed by the twenty bodyguards. A satellite was designated to follow the plane, and, once she left it, the Empress. Four Valkyrie fighters escorted it.

OOC: damn, i wanted to have jaredcohenians speak in a language she doesn't understand about her looks

IC:

Please land in Runway 6754 of Cohenianople International, and only that airport. It is a large city, and I will be waiting for you in Terminal 872.

"This is Aesonic One. We are requesting permission to begin our descent." The Valkyries pealed off, returning to a relatively near carrier, the threat of air attack being effectively over.

Inside Aesonic One, the bodyguards checked their weapons. Relations with Jaredcohenia had been tense ever since the Ehznoist Riots.

"Permission granted. Please land at Runway 6754, and when you land a truck will drive you to your appropriate destination. Thanks for flying into Cohenianople International Airport, and have a good stay in Jaredcohenia!"

As the plane descended, the Jaredcohenian sky was shown. Cohenianople was a large city, one might think of it as a seperate country with its metropolitan area's population of almost 200 million. Buildings were tall and were magnificant, the reflection of the airplane was visible over the Gulf of Cohenia.

"Nice place," remarked the pilot. He turned to the flight crew, "What do you say to a little shore leave?"

The cheers that greeted this proposal made clear exactly what they though of a little shore leave.

As the plane came to a halt, steps were unfolded from the door. Seven bodyguards strode down the steps, and formed a defensive semi circle around the base of the steps, pistols drawn. Chandra followed, wearing a simple black suit. She was, in turn, followed by the rest of the guards.

A truck was by the airplane, a man, English not his first language, spoke.

"Do you need ride? It long walk to terminal."

There was a brief discussion. Finally, it was agreed that they would ride. Accepting this ride did not mean that they were going to act any less paranoid.

There were nine guards in front of Chandra, and ten behind, all of them still holding pistols ready. Chandra meanwhile sat at the isle seat, with yet another guard at the window.

It was a good twenty minute drive until the truck reached the release point. It drove up to a door, much similar to where regular airplanes would dock. "We here," the driver said as he unlocked the doors. "Follow yellow path to terminal 872. Please unarm no weapons allowed in passenger terminals."

"Not going to happen," said the head bodyguard. "Protocol clearly states that the Empress is never left unguarded. Espicially in a foreign country. We'll wait here until something can be arranged."

"Umm...okay. I don't think they like that." The man left the vehicle and went into the terminal. After about twenty minutes, a man with a jet black suit came out of the terminal.

"Hello, I am David Macbeth, manager of this airport. I'm sorry, but according to airline protocol you are not permitted to have any sort of weapon inside the terminal at any time, you know, safety reasons. We will guarantee your safety and return your weapons when you leave the demilitarized area. If you do not agree with this, you will be put into a holding cell until someone from a higher command says so. I'm just telling you the rules...there is no danger in here at all."

"Then we're not coming inside the terminal," replies the head bodyguard steadily. "Empress, I suggest we leave immediately." He turned back to the manager, "If you can schedule a take off?"

"I know that the Tyrant really needs to speak to you...but I'm sorry. You can look around the airport, there are no men with weapons. But can you hold on a few moments?"

OOC: this isnt where i planned on the kidnapping happening, so if you want to go in its safe.

OOC: oops XD

Macbeth ran inside the terminal, and out came Strenivus. As he was walking out, he hit his head on the doorway. "Oops..." He walked towards the Empress. "I'm sorry, madam. If you would be so kind as to come with me? I shall bring you a taxi, or limo. Your choice. I must apologize for the action of these men, not letting a diplomat keep her aids. Normally, we do not let anyone in the terminals with guns. You can check me, normally I have a shotgun going down my pant leg." He was wearing shorts, but on a normal sized man they'd be called jeans. "So, limo or taxi?"

"I know that the Tyrant really needs to speak to you...but I'm sorry. You can look around the airport, there are no men with weapons. But can you hold on a few moments?"

OOC: this isnt where i planned on the kidnapping happening, so if you want to go in its safe.

OOC: Matter of principal my dear tyrant. The bodyguards aren't going to back down on this. The Empress is going nowhere without a fully armed escort.

IC: "Limo, please. I'd say taxi but..." she gestured to the bodyguards, "I'm afraid it might get a little crowded.

The chief bodyguard stepped forward, along with three others. "We'll accompany you, Empress. The rest will follow."
***
The satellite focused on Strenivus. Thermal readings designed to pick up anything apart from human heat on his massive form were printed out. The technicians rapidly began scanning them. What would they find?

"Very well then, if you'd follow me to the transportation desk." Strenivus began to walk into the terminal. "We haven't got all day, you know."

Chandra and the four selected bodyguards followed, although they had to move briskly to keep up with the giant's strides.

OOC: You haven't answered the question as to what the satellite found.

Strenivus was wearing a white collared shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts. The only things in his pocket was an outdated iPod video, some gum, some deoderant, and some moist towelettes.

It was a long walk through the airport, but the transportation desk was finally reached. "Tell the lady what you want and where you want to go. If I might add, the Banana Plantation restaurant is one of the greatest places in all of Jaredcohenia to eat. The Tyrant would request that you come to the Tyraningrad at four P.M. Also, if you stay at the Ambassador Hotel, tell them Ruby Red Rutabega. You'll get the top suite." He turned his head to the lady at the desk. "Put it on the tab."

"Where would you like to go, Empress?" a lady at the desk had her phone ready to call a transportational service.

OOC: just so you know, theres something special about those moist towelletes ;D

"The Ambassador Hotel, I suppose" replied Chandra, "Also, could I get a bottle of water please?"

"Which will undergo testing," inserted the cheif bodyguard, removing a small device from his pocket. He glanced apologetically at the Empress. "Only doing my job, Empress."

The lady at the desk looked at the body guard strange. She walked over to a nearby concession stand and grabbed a bottle of water. She gave the man at the counter a dollar and walked back to the desk. "Here you go, Empress." She picked up the phone and arranged the proper arrangeents. "Your transport will arrive in three minutes or less in Section 3, which is right behind me. Have a nice day." She smiled and went back to work.

The car quickly arrived at Section 3.

OOC: Hey, it's his job to be paranoid.

IC: As the bodyguard finished running his chemical analysis, the Empress and the four bodyguards got in the limo. Chandra, who was suffering slightly from jet lag, fell asleep. One of the bodyguards kept his gun casually trained on the driver, while the others looked out the windows for any threat.

The driver almost "dropped one" in his pants knowing that the gun had been pointed at him. He quickly sped to the Ambassador Hotel. "Hey umm...just remember. 4 p.m. is what I'm told to tell you by my boss, kay? Just...when you need a ride to where you need to go...don't get in my limo again."

The Ambassador Hotel wasn't the biggest hotel in Jaredcohenia, but it gave free rooms to any foreign diplomat. It was surrounded by skyscrapers, the twenty-five story building was dwarfed by the 200 story buildings surrounding it.

"You held a gun on the driver?" Demanded Chandra as they walked into the building. Several taxis, containing the rest of the bodyguards, pulled up behind the limosuine.

"I'm just doing my job," replied the bodyguard uncomfortably. They entered the lobby where Chandra repeated 'Ruby Red Rutabega.'

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the penthouse floor is currently being occupied. Would you be interested in the 24th floor instead? I can get you five rooms that can occupy four people, with a kingsized for you and a cot for any body guard you'd need," the lady at the desk told them "If you would give your bags to Julian when you're ready, he'll bring them to your room." There was a man standing by the elevator. Stood possibly 5'8" and looked flimsy. "Just so you know, Julian does not speak English...so I'd assume he'd gesture towards you."

"The twenty-fourth floor will be fine," replied Chandra, "Thank you."

She followed Julian, trailed by her bodyguards.

Julian walked to the elevator and pushed the button, it opened. He grabbed the luggage of the Empress and went in the elevator. He gestured for the bunch to come in.

Chandra and five of the bodyguards entered, the rest waiting for the next elevator. Among the five bodguards accompanying her, was, of course, the chief bodyguard.
***
Across town...

"Are we ready?"

"Yes. The source says four o' clock."

"Then prepare to strike a mighty blow."

OOC: oh no you dont D:

IC:

The elevator reached the 24th floor. The carpet was navy and the walls blue. Julian walked to the door where the empress would be staying. He put the key in the door and opened it up. Aside from the Penthouse, this room had the best view from the hotel. There was a kingsized bed and a sofa in it, and a cot. There were two connecting rooms, meant for the rest of the bodyguards. Julian took out a little pamphlet, with restaurant and tourism hot spots. As he was walking out of the room, he said something in Jaredcohenian. The things I would do with you. He snickered and left the room.

OOC: oh no you dont D:

IC:

The elevator reached the 24th floor. The carpet was navy and the walls blue. Julian walked to the door where the empress would be staying. He put the key in the door and opened it up. Aside from the Penthouse, this room had the best view from the hotel. There was a kingsized bed and a sofa in it, and a cot. There were two connecting rooms, meant for the rest of the bodyguards. Julian took out a little pamphlet, with restaurant and tourism hot spots. As he was walking out of the room, he said something in Jaredcohenian. The things I would do with you. He snickered and left the room.

OOC: Who? Me? What don't I do? Oh, and what time is it currently?

IC: The head bodyguard stared after Julian for a moment. "You know," he sighed, "You'd think they'd realize that someone coming to a country to provide security would make some effort to learn the language."

"What?" Asked Chandra, sitting on the bed, "What did he say?"

"Nothing, Empress," covered the head bodyguard quickly, bringing his thoughts away from throwing Julian out the twenty-fourth floor window. "You should probably get some rest."

"You're my bodyguard, not my physician."

OOC: I'd say it is around 2pm? Also, do you mind a timeskip? Not much for her to do in the city for a few hours.

IC:

Julian laughed as he heard the comment from the back of the hall. "Fools. They'll never know." He went downstairs and picked up the phone at the front desk, he called someone. "She's in the hotel."

"Very good. All according to plan, make sure she's where she is supposed to be."

"Will do, sir. Thank you." He readjusted his buttons and went to help someone else.

OOC: I'd say it is around 2pm? Also, do you mind a timeskip? Not much for her to do in the city for a few hours.

IC:

Julian laughed as he heard the comment from the back of the hall. "Fools. They'll never know." He went downstairs and picked up the phone at the front desk, he called someone. "She's in the hotel."

"Very good. All according to plan, make sure she's where she is supposed to be."

"Will do, sir. Thank you." He readjusted his buttons and went to help someone else.

OOC: Wait, she's meeting him at the palace, right?

IC: At three forty-five, Chandra, accompanied by all of her bodyguards left the palace and headed towards the palace. If there was no incident in the streets, they would arrive at the palace at three fifty-five, in order to go through whatever niceties were necessary to see the Tyrant.

OOC: yes, the Tyraningrad. :P

The Tyraningrad was a heavily guarded and fortified palace. It was a castle made of tempered carbon steel, guarded by scores of assault veterans and snipers.

At the gate, a man stood there. He had a large gun and he sat at a booth. "Who are you and why are you here?" He aimed his rifle at the headbodyguard. Other armed soldiers turned and pointed their rifles at them. "Until you're cleared to have a gun, you ain't gettin' in here." They had not been informed of the Empress' appearance, only that she was short.

Chandra sighed. "My name is Empress Chandra. I am scheduled to see the Tyrant. If you want to explain to him why I was kept waiting..."
***
Meanwhile, three perfectly normal vehicles, a mini-van, a sedan, and a Volkswagon, left three normal parking lots.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. You are cleared." He spoke in Jaredcohenian to the guards. Guns down! All put their guns down, followed by an Aye Sir! "If you would be so kind, you are to go through the door to your left where you'll be searched. Like you would be searched on an airplane, ya? Oh, and there is a one bodyguard limit in the Tyrant's office, if that is alright with you. He will have his head guard, and you yours. Is that okay?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. You are cleared." He spoke in Jaredcohenian to the guards. Guns down! All put their guns down, followed by an Aye Sir! "If you would be so kind, you are to go through the door to your left where you'll be searched. Like you would be searched on an airplane, ya? Oh, and there is a one bodyguard limit in the Tyrant's office, if that is alright with you. He will have his head guard, and you yours. Is that okay?"

Chandra glanced at the head bodyguard, her eyes saying, 'Don't push it.'

"That will be fine," she replied, turning back to the guard. She went through the doors, followed by the head bodyguard.

OOC: What's the security like around the Tyrannigrad? Is there a fence? How close can traffic get? Could the fence stand up to a full speed vehicle?

OOC: There's a cement wall, but a large car could knock it down I suppose, but traffic doesn't get nearly as close to it. It's also guarded by tanks and highly armed d00ds.

IC:

As the Empress and her guard approached security, a man wearing a blue suit was standing at Security."Hello ma'am, if you'd be so kind as to step through here. And sir, if you'd be so kind as to empty the contents of your pockets and any other things that might be caught by the machine in here."

On the other side of town, however, Julian was on top of the Ambassador Hotel with a sniper rifle, completely silenced. He aimed his rifle to the room where the two leaders were going to meet. He picked up a radio. "I've got a clear shot, sir."

"Fire when you know the time is right."

OOC: Could you give me a paint style map? Show palace, wall, and road please. Besides, these people don't expect to get out alive anyways.

IC: Chandra shrugged and removed some coins from her pocket, before stepping through. The bodyguard asked, "Am I to take it I'm supposed to go in there unarmed?"

"We will be checking whatever weapons you have, if you feel the need you are able to go in armed. You're encouraged not to." The Empress was cleared. "You're all cleared. Sir?"

OOC: sorry, i suck at paint. http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/4471/wowisuckatpaint3lm.th.png (http://img198.imageshack.us/my.php?image=wowisuckatpaint3lm.png)

The bodyguard stepped forward, and handed his gun to the guard. "Aesonic Arms special. Armor piercing rounds, laser sight. Any problems?"

OOC: What's the red bit? How far is it from road to wall? And what kind of terrain?

OOC: Red indicates the weak spot/spot closest to the highway. Terrain inside is grassy for the first half mile or so, then it is rocky and sandy. 200 feet from the road to the red spot.

IC: The guard grabbed the gun. "Why armor piercing bullets?"

OOC: Red indicates the weak spot/spot closest to the highway. Terrain inside is grassy for the first half mile or so, then it is rocky and sandy. 200 feet from the road to the red spot.

IC: The guard grabbed the gun. "Why armor piercing bullets?"

OOC: One final question, how far from the wall to the Tyranigrad itself?

The Volkswagon, sedan, and minivan drove along the road that went by the Tyranigrad. Inside the sedan, "The Empress and the Tyrant in one place. What is my life next to such an opportunity?"
***
"Simple. If I have armor piercing bullets and I need to shoot someone not wearing kevlar, it works even better. If I don't have armor piercing bullets and I need to shoot who is wearing kevlar, I have a problem. Which means the Empress has a problem. Which is bad."

OOC: 1/2 mile from the sides, a mile from the corner to the doors.

IC: "Hmm...fine. I can assure you, the Tyrant isn't fond of kevlar. But if you insist." He handed the gun back. "Third floor, you'll be directed from there."

OOC2: are you trying to kill my tyranty? ;_;

OOC: Well, the Empress also, but as I'm sure you've noticed, the Ehznoists have no great love of Jaredcohenians. So if both are in the same place at the same time, and I've recently had some C-12 delivered to your country...

IC: "Stairs or elevator, Empress?"

"Stairs. I could use the excercise."

As they climbed the stairs, all three of the vehicles swerved off the road. They accelerated across the landscape, the Volkwagon first, moving straight at the wall.

A Military Police van saw the three vehicles swerve off the road and began to follow. (Cuz you know, that's my 4 billion at work)

"THIS IS THE COHENIANOPLE POLICE DEPARTMENT. STOP WHERE YOU ARE GOING OR YOU WILL BE SHOT AT."
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Julian was on the roof and saw the vehicles moving in. "This could ruin the plan!" He spoke on his radio. "Umm...something might be happening."

"As long as the Empress dies, it is beneficial."

"But...you might be injured."

OOC: Also, what is C-12? >_>

OOC: Also, what is C-12? >_>

OOC: Very powerful explosive. 500 grams was labeled enough to level a building.

IC: The vehicles didn't stop, and the Volkswagon ran into the wall at full speed, seventy five grams of C-12 going off, which was figured to be enough to blow a good sized hole in the wall. The sedan and minvan sped for where that hole should be, although, between the smoke and the dust that section of the wall was obscured.
***
"What's going on?" Asked Chandra, hearing the explosion. The bodyguard drew his weapon, instinctively putting himself between Chandra and the window.

OOC: I bought it from Leafinistan's Mafia thing. Along with some other stuff. Cue the maniacal laughter.

"My my...how unexpected." The guard said. He shouted something in Jaredcohenian. Sirens sounded. Tanks moved into positions (again, if you need pics of the tanks I'm using I'll supply 'em), the Battlestations were guarding the Palace.

Bastards have explosives. They will pay for their sins! A gunner quickly aimed at the dust. Get some missle vets!

Jaredcohenian Missle Veterans were on the rooftop of the palace, holding weapons that could be meant for Surface-To-Air, but could be used as a missle towards land, though weaker. As soon as you see these monsters lock on! Do not let them live!

The men in the MP van began to shoot, they had AK47s and M4s. They were shooting at the wall and through the dust, not knowing what had been hit.
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Julian was confused. "Sir, they blew a hole in the wall...or at least I think they did."

"If you see a proper shot at a gastank, fire. If not, save your bullets. Your location is secret." (OOC-if you havent figured out who this is then stop RPing XD)

The minivan screeched to a halt and three men leapt out, seconds before a rocket hit it and it exploded. Taking cover behind the debris, they started laying down covering fire for the sedan, which was swerving crazily. The guns they were firing were nothing special. Two had AK-47s, while the last carried a RPG.

The armor they were wearing on the other hand... Ehzno had friends in high places. And that wasn't just a religious reference. Nobody knew exactly who or how, but Ehzno had linked into some mega bucks. That meant that for missions like this, the Ehznoists had the best equipment money could buy. The weapons still hadn't come in.

But the armor... The armor was the same worn by one of the most feared groups of millitary elites on the planet. The armor of the Capitol Police.

OOC: Heh. Kraven's gonna hunt the Ehznoists down for this, but whatever. It's worth it, methinks.

OOC: I call shenanigans!

IC: What the fuck?! Capitol Police armor?!?!!

Bring out the heavy shit, guys.

Jaredcohenians KNEW what to do against Capitol Police armor, for they knew a lot about The Kraven Corporation. Where are we going to get that big a caliber?

Just fire, damnit! Roll these bastards over with Battlestations! They're not getting anywhere!

While several soldiers went looking for some special guns, the Battlestation tanks started to move in. The commander spoke to all of the men aboard the three ships. Some of you may not make it, but we'll fight for our Tyrant! Death with them!

Death with them!

The tanks started to go into "overkill", firing their huge cannons into the distance of the men.

OOC: Nope. Legitimately bought from the Leafinistanian Mafia.

IC: It was a costly sacrifice, those three suits of CP armor. But the Jaredcohenians had taken the bait and were focusing their full force on the three men wearing those suits.

The sedan collided with the side of the palace.

As time slowed to a crawl, Jeol pressed the detonator.

Five hundred grams, enough to collapse a building. He thought, in the instant before his death. I have nineteen hundred.

Then there was only the flame, and Jeol found out very quickly whether Ehzno had been right or not.

OOC2: Well, 1925 grams actually, but whatever.

The steel skeleton held the building together, but the concrete that was inside the building quickly crumbled. The right side of the Tyraningrad was completely destroyed. The Tyrant's family was on the right side of the Tyraningrad. His wife and his 12 year old daughter were no match for the bomb.

"Hmm...I think my building just blew up, Strenivus."

"That it did."

"That can always wait for repairs. That Empress needs to pay for her sins. Tell someone that I will still be meeting her at the scheduled time."

Strenivus picked up a phone, completely unphased. He called the guard in security. He still wants to see her.

Is he insane?

No.

"The Tyrant will still be wanting to see you too."

OOC: The Tyraningrad is a big building, and the inside of the right side of it was completely destroyed. I don't think the bombs are meant to destroy something of its size..

OOC: I don't have a specific number for it. All I've got is 500 grams enough to destroy a building. Presumably that's a normal building. So yeah, that's good.

IC: His two comrades dead, the Ehznoist with the RPG raised it and fired randomly at the side of the palace that had survived the blast. Then he too died.
***
"No. That's not acceptable. Your security has been breached, and the Empress's safety is my top priority. Perhaps another time," snapped the chief bodyguard. "Besides, look at her. She's in no condition."

Chandra appeared to be in shock. Her face was completely white and she was staring at a blank section of wall.

"The Tyrant does not take no for an answer. My brothers have been killed by your people, and you will need to talk to the Tyrant about that. You are not going to be leaving Jaredcohenia."

Soldiers that were in the security region raised their rifles towards the two.

Julian was still on the roof, when the security chief raised his radio. He spoke in Old Jaredcohenian, which was only spoken by those who needed to talk in secrecy. Fire at the man.

Julian aimed his sniper at the head guard's head. "Done."

"Well, Empress Chandra. You're not going anywhere. There are 20 (OOC: not really) snipers on both you and your guard, and if you pull any funny stuff and your guard will be killed, as will you. Your best bet is to cooperate.
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A corner of the building, which was used for lavatories, were hit. A man had died for using the lavatory at the wrong time.

"Sir, I think it is time to evacuate."

"Fine. Contact JNN and tell them about this...and who probably did it. Who else are we having problems with?

The bodyguard reacted mostly on instinct. He pushed Chandra into a corner behind him, his massive form shielding her. Then he raised his gun and began firing.

"Rally round the Empress!" He shouted.
***
The other nineteen bodyguards, who had been waiting patiently, were on their feet at the first explosion, and contemplating breaking in at the second. At the sound of gunfire and the chief bodyguard's yell, they rushed the security checkpoint, adopting the shoot first tactic.

Julian fired at the chief bodyguard. The shot of his rifle signaled the Jaredcohenian Tyranical Guard. The other 19 men seemed to be no match for the JTG, 60 of them circled then 19 bodyguards and fired with the guns they had been looking for when the men in Cappy armor came. High caliber armor piercing bullets, making sure not to shoot the spoils.

The chief security guard was killed.

One of the bodyguards, dying, hit his radio and gasped out "Situation... Omega."
***
Encryption: None
To: All Nations of the World
From: Helio, acting head of Aesonic Government
The Empress Chandra has been kidnapped by Jaredcohenian forces. She was
asked to come Jaredcohenia to talk with the Tyrant about the recent
deployment of Jaredcohenian troops in The Homeland. While awaiting an
audience with the Tyrant, the Tyrant's palace underwent a terrorist attack
by an as of yet unknown group, who appeared to be using Kraven technology.

There was then a gunfight. We are not clear on details, but all of Chandra's
bodyguards are down, and Chandra is believed to be in danger. We ask for
your support during these dark times.

OOC: mighty long gasp

IC: The man who had been gasping was kicked by a JTG man. Die. He shot him with his rifle to the head. Another JTG man picked up the Empress by her collar. "You...you are a monster!" He carried her two feet off the ground. "My nation asks you to contain these vile Ehzno bastards...and what do you do?! You do nothing! NOTHING!"

Encryption: None
To: All Nations of the World
From: Helio, acting head of Aesonic Government
The Empress Chandra has been kidnapped by Jaredcohenian forces. She was
asked to come Jaredcohenia to talk with the Tyrant about the recent
deployment of Jaredcohenian troops in The Homeland. While awaiting an
audience with the Tyrant, the Tyrant's palace underwent a terrorist attack
by an as of yet unknown group, who appeared to be using Kraven technology.

There was then a gunfight. We are not clear on details, but all of Chandra's
bodyguards are down, and Chandra is believed to be in danger. We ask for
your support during these dark times.

"Oh no..." spoke Julian as the message played from his radio "This is NOT good!" He grabbed his radio and radioed the Tyrant.

"Son of a...this wasn't meant to happen. Make some propoganda against the Aesonics...we all know that we have no issue with Kraven, so why would they attack us? We do, however, have the Empress...right? Enact plan B. My wife and daughter are dead because of the 'Aesonics.' They attacked innocent bystanders. They are monsters. They are evil."

Within hours of the Tyrant saying that, it was all over Jaredcohenian TV. Aesonics attacked the beloved Tyrant's home. They killed his family. They were evil.

OOC: He gasped situation omega. The Ehznoist attack was picked up by that satellite I've got watching. Situation Omega is code for 'Oh shit. All the bodyguards are down and the Empress is in danger'

IC: Chandra shook her head as if clearing her thoughts.

"You dare?" She asked. "My mother is dead. My mentor lies in the hospital in a coma. Over a thousand of my people, my people are dead, and you dare to imply that I intentionally let this continue?"

She kicked the man in the groin and clawed at his eyes, in a frenzy.

Encryption: None
To: All Nations of the World
From: Helio, acting head of Aesonic Government
They would have you believe that we are behind the attack? Here is satellite
footage of that terrorist attack.

The footage plays out.

OOC2: I think it's about time we move this to another thread to encourage outside involvement.

OOC: man XD

IC: The man carrying her slumped over in pain. Strenivus came out, thinking it was safe. "What the hell went on over here?!" He saw the mass carnage in front of the place he called home. "My god...Chandra...you have some blood on your face." He took out the moist towellete that he was observed to have had. He put it on the Empress' face and held it down. It was chloroformed. "My god, don't you idiots know that you're supposed to do this?"

OOC2: I didn't want this to turn into a giant world vs. me topic, but hay.

IC2:

This is JNN. The one place you'll watch for Jaredcohenian news.

Today, the Tyrant's house, the Tyraningrad, a national landmark in itself, was attacked by terrorists. They were wearing clothes of Capitol Police, but we at JNN believe that this was due to Aesonic men and women.

[clip]

Thousands of Cohenian people were destroying anything close to The Aeson. Churches were burned, businesses were destroyed. All Jaredcohenians could say was "They killed my brothers! Death to them all!"

We are unsure of how the Tyrant is, or his aid Strenivus, but we do know this. Once someone claims responsibility for this, it's not going to be a good day to be in the Aeson.

OOC: man XD

OOC2: I didn't want this to turn into a giant world vs. me topic, but hay.

Once someone claims responsibility for this, it's not going to be a good day to be in the Aeson.

OOC: Well, you did kidnap her, kill her most trusted bodyguard and then accuse her of aiding and abbetting the people that killed her mom. What did you expect to happen?

OOC2: Well, we'll limit it, but really, considering our respective sizes, I think I should get a chance to get some allies.

OOC3: What if someone claims resposnibility whose not from The Aeson?

OOC: then they'd be liars and theyd have to live with the guilt. :rolleyes: and my nation still has the hint since it really isnt involved with foreign policy that its the ehznoists. my d00ds are still teh pissed that Ehznoists made it into Jaredcohenia, and they blame Chandra for it. and if you read, it's not going to be a good day to be in the Aeson even if another nation claims responsibility. and this is just the news, no word from the tyrant.

OOC: Half a kilo is rated to destroy a standard steel and concrete apartment building about 20-25 stories in height. Dispersed well it can level an entire block of apartment buildings.

Everything is purchased 'legitimately' as it can be from the black market.

OOC: a little late for that >_> more than half of the 1 and a half mile building went boom

OOC: then they'd be liars and theyd have to live with the guilt. :rolleyes: and my nation still has the hint since it really isnt involved with foreign policy that its the ehznoists. my d00ds are still teh pissed that Ehznoists made it into Jaredcohenia, and they blame Chandra for it. and if you read, it's not going to be a good day to be in the Aeson even if another nation claims responsibility. and this is just the news, no word from the tyrant.

OOC: Well technically it could be Ehzno who's not in The Aeson. ;). Anywho, here's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to do. I'm gonna copy my plea for help into a new thread with a link to this one. We'll keep it semi-closed, so this doesn't turn into a dogpile. Besides, blame your own lousy security. :D

OOC: Well technically it could be Ehzno who's not in The Aeson. ;). Anywho, here's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to do. I'm gonna copy my plea for help into a new thread with a link to this one. We'll keep it semi-closed, so this doesn't turn into a dogpile. Besides, blame your own lousy security. :D

OOC: Can't conscript any good security these days. :(

OOC: Can't conscript any good security these days. :(

OOC: My plan okay though?

OOC: Just as long as my nation doesn't get glassed and Cohenianople isn't a pile of sand. And I still want Chandra to be in my hold.

OOC: Just as long as my nation doesn't get glassed and Cohenianople isn't a pile of sand. And I still want Chandra to be in my hold.

OOC: At the beginning certainly.

OOC: At the beginning certainly.

OOC: and at the end will Cohenianople/other major cities be a pile of sand? >>

OOC: and at the end will Cohenianople/other major cities be a pile of sand? >>

OOC: Let's say no WMDs? So not unless you really **** someone besides me off. Same goes for my major cities.

It's up.

This is truly gripping!!!
Mildly confusing, but still gripping ;)

This is truly gripping!!!
Mildly confusing, but still gripping ;)

OOC: That's probably because this has been going on in what is now Jaredcohenia? Four or five threads.

OOC: Why do your people not like me? :(

For the Ehznoists to leave my nation alone, they each get one cookie. Their choice. Is that a good deal?

OOC: Why do your people not like me? :(

For the Ehznoists to leave my nation alone, they each get one cookie. Their choice. Is that a good deal?

OOC: Ehzno says yes. But only if they're chocolate pistachio nutmeg. Ehzno's wierd like that. But do you seriously want to retcon this?

OOC: The cookies have been made. They are quite delectable, in fact. Fresh nutmeg and pistachio...delish!

what does retcon mean? >_> never heard that term before

OOC: The cookies have been made. They are quite delectable, in fact. Fresh nutmeg and pistachio...delish!

what does retcon mean? >_> never heard that term before

OOC: Basically it means that this thread, and the follow up one, A Plea for Help, never happened. We go on with our lives and our cookies. And the Ehznoists stop singling you out. So until the next major Ehznoist riot, at which point your embassy might sustain some damage, you're safe. And the Ehznoists will move those 2000 grams of C12 they had delivered to your nation.

OOC: So, we'd go back to the point where the Empress and the guard were in security and the Cohenist mission had been attacked by the Ehznoists?

OOC: So, we'd go back to the point where the Empress and the guard were in security and the Cohenist mission had been attacked by the Ehznoists?

OOC: Or we just pretend that you never sent that request. Either or. I've got to warn you though, if you go kidnappy again, this will play out just about the same way.

OOC: okeedokey :D but The Aeson and my nation would still be looking for Ehzno, right? Or would everything be happy and I need to find a new place to RP?

IC:

The Tyrant has one offer to give to the Ehznoists. We will supply you cookies in order for a temporary ceasefire. Your choice.

OOC: okeedokey :D but The Aeson and my nation would still be looking for Ehzno, right? Or would everything be happy and I need to find a new place to RP?

IC:

The Tyrant has one offer to give to the Ehznoists. We will supply you cookies in order for a temporary ceasefire. Your choice.

OOC: No. They won't accept that IC. Silly JC. And yeah, still looking for Ehzno.

OOC: I would've accepted it. *munch*