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Night falls on Avira Antivira's capital. The moon shines as it has since Time's Dawn. The city was asleep, peacefully, with no burdens to awaken them. In the Palace, the leader of the Republic, Mr. Arseni read a newspaper. He had just seen his family go to sleep. Then, he heard footsteps, making little noises as they went through the house.

Mr. Arseni looked through the darkness to see a girl, one of his daughters:

''Zara, you should not be up this late.''

''Sorry, dad but I can't sleep that well.''

After a brief discussion, Mr. Arseni helped Zara go to sleep. Later, an Incident would occur, that would shake the Republic of Avira Antivira. Mr. Arseni still read the newspaper.

OOC-Cassiopeian Galaxy, its your turn to post. Also, do you mind if guards are there? Just curious.

Cassiopeian Galaxy, you can continue from here. Thank you for joining.

Cassiopeian Galaxy, you can kidnap the girl now. I'm just fixing up some things. We can continue.

We can continue now. If you are still into this.

(saved for post, I hate doing this... the saving not the posting :P)

(saved for post, I hate doing this... the saving not the posting :P)

You can post when you can. If you can't right now, I don't mind. I understand if you are busy with things.

OOC: I'm back
IC:
Tyber Zann stared from the balcony, the moonlit landscape before him stretching out towards the light-speckled capital several miles away. He gripped the stone railing on the balcony tightly, his fists white. The hired muscle had already been dispatched, gone to accomplish his task...one that his visions had pointed to.
Five years before, the first vision had come. He had seen the Divine One, the Holy Spirit, give him the mandate. He was chosen to lead the people, it would be him who led the Republic to the dominant power on the globe. And to do so, he would unite into the rulers. As things went, actions and events were lining up perfectly. And the chosen bride was already in position...
Zann knew that getting the young girl wouldn't be easy, however. Likely she did not know of her divine purpose, and would try to resist any sort of marriage proposal, and Zann knew himself that he couldn't do that sort of thing openly, lest risk being taken by the authorities. So he would have to use covert operations.
Zann had planned for this already. His ancient bunker, now reinforced with high-tech devices from his growing cult, was almost completely underground, 2.4 kilometers from the ancient monestary at which he was now standing. And that bunker had but one entrance...that a long passage from the stone building at which he now stood. After one of the richest men in the Republic, the business tycoon Kelven Tyr, had joined the cause, Zann had had the money to refurbish and renovate his cause into a considerable power among the people, especially among the poor, who his cause vowed to support and bring even with the rich (with exceptions to beneficiaries, of course). He had built up enough defenses to repel what the authorities could throw.
As for his future bride...Zara would no doubt resist. But he had enough...restraining...material to keep her closed until he could "convince" her of her destiny.

OOC: I'm back
IC:
Tyber Zann stared from the balcony, the moonlit landscape before him stretching out towards the light-speckled capital several miles away. He gripped the stone railing on the balcony tightly, his fists white. The hired muscle had already been dispatched, gone to accomplish his task...one that his visions had pointed to.
Five years before, the first vision had come. He had seen the Divine One, the Holy Spirit, give him the mandate. He was chosen to lead the people, it would be him who led the Republic to the dominant power on the globe. And to do so, he would unite into the rulers. As things went, actions and events were lining up perfectly. And the chosen bride was already in position...
Zann knew that getting the young girl wouldn't be easy, however. Likely she did not know of her divine purpose, and would try to resist any sort of marriage proposal, and Zann knew himself that he couldn't do that sort of thing openly, lest risk being taken by the authorities. So he would have to use covert operations.
Zann had planned for this already. His ancient bunker, now reinforced with high-tech devices from his growing cult, was almost completely underground, 2.4 kilometers from the ancient monestary at which he was now standing. And that bunker had but one entrance...that a long passage from the stone building at which he now stood. After one of the richest men in the Republic, the business tycoon Kelven Tyr, had joined the cause, Zann had had the money to refurbish and renovate his cause into a considerable power among the people, especially among the poor, who his cause vowed to support and bring even with the rich (with exceptions to beneficiaries, of course). He had built up enough defenses to repel what the authorities could throw.
As for his future bride...Zara would no doubt resist. But he had enough...restraining...material to keep her closed until he could "convince" her of her destiny.

OOC-This is an awesome post! Great job! You made a superb post here. All we need is Cassiopeia Galaxy to come on and we can begin this. Again I say, awesome post!

OOC: Thanks

This is really interesting...

This is really interesting...
OOC: Ask AA if you want to join, there are likely spots open...

OOC: Thanks

Welcome.

This is really interesting...

Thanks for the compliment.

OOC: Ask AA if you want to join, there are likely spots open...

I believe there are spots open. Just so I can figure something for you, I guess, what kind of character would you want.

I believe there are spots open. Just so I can figure something for you, I guess, what kind of character would you want.

How about a mercenary or body guard to Tyber Zann? Not Hired muscle though...

How about a mercenary or body guard to Tyber Zann? Not Hired muscle though...

If you want to, you can. Make sure with Amazonian Beasts first.

OOC: Sounds good to me. I need all the help I can get for my twisted guy :P

Okay... I'll just be a mercenary for him...
I'll make an IC post later in the day... (It's 030 hours here...)

OOC: Bump

OOC: Bumporz

OOC: Um, Bump?

We can not go on, I guess until Cassiopeia Galaxy posts the kidnapping.

The Cassiopeia Galaxy, are you ready to post now so we can continue?

Still interested, Cassiopeia Galaxy?

OOC: Bump. I'll TG him.

OOC: Bump. I'll TG him.

Ok. I hope he is still interested in this.

Cassiopeia Galaxy, are you still interested in this? Did you get Amazonian Beasts' telegram?

I hope we can get this started.

Well, Cassiopeia Galaxy dropped out. I need someone to be the kidnapper in this. Please, I want to get this started.

bump'd

bump'd

Can someone please join in? Amazonian Beasts and I want to get this started.

OOC: Bump, AA you've got a TG

OOC: Bump, AA you've got a TG

I replied to your telegram. You can do both if you want to.

OOC: Will do. Hope you don't mind if I take the liberty to get Zara, than you can fight me as I try to escape.
Whoo this is old.
IC:
They slipped in during the night, stealthy, wearing coats of black and dark gray, demons of the night. The kidnappers numbered 10 total, 10 beings who seemed faceless against the backdrop of night as they crouched outside the presidential building.

"You know the plan." the leader, Xeldor, whispered, "four in, six out. Unsheath, move."

Six of the men, including Xeldor, pulled small SMGs from their coats, sticking in ammo cases to the guns, then moving into positions. The other four grabbed short blades, slightly longer than knives, and held them close to their arms, slinking towards the closest window. The four nodded to each other, than one moved forward, carrying a diamond precision blade. Carefully, quietly, he dug into the window's edge, finding the sweet spot were the glass meets the stone building, digging the blade underneath it. Sweating, the agent slipped the blade around the window, until he reached back to the point of start. Quietly, he and one other removed the window from its frame, ensruing that no one was looking, placing it gently on the ground, and the other six snuck in, followed by the bladed four.
The ten regrouped once more, planning for the next phase.

"We'll make the distraction, you go for the target." Xeldor announced quietly, "you can injure, but we need it live. Guards around the corner."

As the first four moved away, the other six wheeled around the door: "You've lived too long enough, now fall!"

Shots exploded from their SMGs, bullets whizzing towards the security guards as they took positions behind any cover, firing quickly.
The other four experianced little obstacles, as they practiced perfect stealth snooping around the building's corridors, approaching where Zara was in her room.

"There she is, let's move in." said one, and they sprinted the last 6 meters till they made it in, one of them moving into a dive and grabbing Zara, clenching his hand over her mouth: "help me out."

OOC: Will do. Hope you don't mind if I take the liberty to get Zara, than you can fight me as I try to escape.
Whoo this is old.
IC:
They slipped in during the night, stealthy, wearing coats of black and dark gray, demons of the night. The kidnappers numbered 10 total, 10 beings who seemed faceless against the backdrop of night as they crouched outside the presidential building.

"You know the plan." the leader, Xeldor, whispered, "four in, six out. Unsheath, move."

Six of the men, including Xeldor, pulled small SMGs from their coats, sticking in ammo cases to the guns, then moving into positions. The other four grabbed short blades, slightly longer than knives, and held them close to their arms, slinking towards the closest window. The four nodded to each other, than one moved forward, carrying a diamond precision blade. Carefully, quietly, he dug into the window's edge, finding the sweet spot were the glass meets the stone building, digging the blade underneath it. Sweating, the agent slipped the blade around the window, until he reached back to the point of start. Quietly, he and one other removed the window from its frame, ensruing that no one was looking, placing it gently on the ground, and the other six snuck in, followed by the bladed four.
The ten regrouped once more, planning for the next phase.

"We'll make the distraction, you go for the target." Xeldor announced quietly, "you can injure, but we need it live. Guards around the corner."

As the first four moved away, the other six wheeled around the door: "You've lived too long enough, now fall!"

Shots exploded from their SMGs, bullets whizzing towards the security guards as they took positions behind any cover, firing quickly.
The other four experianced little obstacles, as they practiced perfect stealth snooping around the building's corridors, approaching where Zara was in her room.

"There she is, let's move in." said one, and they sprinted the last 6 meters till they made it in, one of them moving into a dive and grabbing Zara, clenching his hand over her mouth: "help me out."

The Security Guards armed themselves and fought back, they began shooting back at those who were firing at them, firing at the men who were firing at them.

The other four were shot down, we guess, at least these four would not get away (Sorry if you wanted to use these four). Now, when the man grabbed Zara, his hand on her mouth, Zara began to make noise. She tried to yell and stuggle, to get away from these men.

The whole house was going into an uproar. How would it all end in this part?

OOC-Sorry if this is not a good post, I can redo it or what not if you want me too, I only got some time to do one.

OOC: It's cool, just remember not to RP other people's casulties, that's rule #1 on NS.

IC: The one who had Zara grunted, shoving her head to the floor: "Gimme the rope."

One of the other of the group of four who stood covering the doorway handed a piece of rope to the man, who, while Zara was face-down, quickly brought her arms around, kneed her in the tailbone to get her to stop jerking for an instant, and quickly tied a double half hitch around her wrists, tying the knot tightly against the girl's struggles to restrain her, and slapping a peace of black tape over her mouth as a gag.

"Right, I've got her, let's move." Said the man, grabbing Zara and holding her out in front of him like a human shield.
"Right, we got your cover." replied Xeldor, who drew out a sumbmachine gun, glancing down the hallway as they took off. The man who had Zara moved down the hall way ahead of them, holding the girl's tied hands and forcing her to move in front.

The other six, on the other hand, were having slight problems, though were accomplishing their goals of creating a diversion. One had already gone down, bullets ripped through his vest, blood leaking out as he went into a death rattle, as another, bullets into his arm, lay on the ground, still alive, still shooting down the hall behind a meager portion of cover in a flipped over table. The other four still were behind cover, carefully picking shots, reloading, covering fire, covering both directions down the long hall, bursting shots of bullets.

Outside the building, a van came up to park, unassuming, along dozens of other vehicles parked outside. Inside, three other people, all armed, waited. One had a talkie-walkie, and quickly commed in to the four who had Zara:
"We're ready for you outside. Hurry!"
With that, one of the men slid open a side door ever so much, letting in enough room for him to slide out a 7mm machine gun barrel. The other who hadn't commed had an RPG launched.

"Copy, we'll be there shortly" Xeldor reported over, placing it back into his coat, as the group of four, with Zara out in front, moved down, two aiming forward, using the girl as a human shield, two behind, using the board of a broken table as cover.

OOC: It's cool, just remember not to RP other people's casulties, that's rule #1 on NS.

IC: The one who had Zara grunted, shoving her head to the floor: "Gimme the rope."

One of the other of the group of four who stood covering the doorway handed a piece of rope to the man, who, while Zara was face-down, quickly brought her arms around, kneed her in the tailbone to get her to stop jerking for an instant, and quickly tied a double half hitch around her wrists, tying the knot tightly against the girl's struggles to restrain her, and slapping a peace of black tape over her mouth as a gag.

"Right, I've got her, let's move." Said the man, grabbing Zara and holding her out in front of him like a human shield.
"Right, we got your cover." replied Xeldor, who drew out a sumbmachine gun, glancing down the hallway as they took off. The man who had Zara moved down the hall way ahead of them, holding the girl's tied hands and forcing her to move in front.

The other six, on the other hand, were having slight problems, though were accomplishing their goals of creating a diversion. One had already gone down, bullets ripped through his vest, blood leaking out as he went into a death rattle, as another, bullets into his arm, lay on the ground, still alive, still shooting down the hall behind a meager portion of cover in a flipped over table. The other four still were behind cover, carefully picking shots, reloading, covering fire, covering both directions down the long hall, bursting shots of bullets.

Outside the building, a van came up to park, unassuming, along dozens of other vehicles parked outside. Inside, three other people, all armed, waited. One had a talkie-walkie, and quickly commed in to the four who had Zara:
"We're ready for you outside. Hurry!"
With that, one of the men slid open a side door ever so much, letting in enough room for him to slide out a 7mm machine gun barrel. The other who hadn't commed had an RPG launched.

"Copy, we'll be there shortly" Xeldor reported over, placing it back into his coat, as the group of four, with Zara out in front, moved down, two aiming forward, using the girl as a human shield, two behind, using the board of a broken table as cover.

OOC-Thanks for reminding me, AB.

Zara still tried to resist these men, she tried to push them away but they had her down on the ground. She felt the man's knee slam into her as she tried to resist them. When they bound her up, and forced her to walk in front, Zara was nervous and fearful of these men.

Meanwhile, the Security Forces (led by Mr. Arseni's childhood friend, Sirius Dacius) continued to fight the 6 men. Sirius eyed them, a bit suspicious but he was to do what he must. ''Continue!'' was a shout heard as bullets kept pouring out of the guns, going and going.

Some of the SF men were hit, this forced the others to take cover, including Sirius. The SF men continued to fire and the gunfight continued. The RPG did help out, but the SF still was around because luckily, the RPG was aimed wrong or something.

Would the men escape with Zara or would they not? We will soon see.

OOC-If this is not good, I can change it. I had to do this and other things at the same time, been dealing with things recently.

OOC: Pretty good, just with the RPG thing, we'll pretend it didn't happen. Remember, if I haven't stated it yet, it hasn't happened yet. Just respond to what you know, control your guys. I'll take care of my guys and I'll make sure that my group takes appropriate losses and the like. And btw, I meant an RPG LauncheR, not LauncheD.

IC:
The group of five, engaged in the gunfight, didn't have much hope left now, as the SF men continued, now having better odds against the outnumbered kidnappers. Three were dead, another wounded slightly, and the final unwounded two were finding that they no longer had a way out. The injured man, a devout religious Muslim, finally seemed to have enough, pulling out his gun and whispering to the other two, "for the good of men and the prophet." He stood, his shot leg slightly bend beneath him, and turned to face the SP men, without saying any more, spraying a full ammo rack of bullets towards them before return fire sprayed into his chest, riddling the kidnapper backward, death coming fast and strong onto the powerful man as he fell back, his gun rattling a few shots as his hand quivered, then fell dead, against the shots still being exchanged between the two last desperate men and the SP.
Xeldor's group, meanwhile, found nearly no resistance as they snuck quickly throughout the building, forcing Zara out in front of them. Xeldor approached the nearest window that led to the outdoors, smashing it with his rifle butt: "Let's move!" Quickly, Xeldor went first, hurdling over the broken window, then looking back: "Send her over." The other three inside grunted as they pushed a struggling Zara as best as they could up the window, then Xeldor grabbed hold of her shoulder. Utilizing brute strength, he pulled the girl out through the glass, over several sharp shards that drew small trickles of bright blood out from the girl's abdomen, torso, and bound arms, and over her nightgown. It was that moment when bad fortune decided to strike this group as well, as they too were found and shots sent at the remaining three inside. "Hurry it up, don't hesitate!" shouted Xeldor, as he continued to move, spotting the van that he recognized, "Let's go!" The three inside tried to move as fast as they could, two hurtling out the window, breaking more glass int he process, as the last one inside fell victim to a flurry of fire, bullets screaming into his forehead and neck, the man writhing on the ground.
The other two, meanwhile, had accepted their fate, pouring out fire in their last moments as their lives ended in bright flashes of fire, dying for the cause they believed could bring change and revolution they were hoping for, reduced to cold corpses.
Xeldor and the last two, shoving a tripping Zara out in front of them, sprinted the 30 yards to the car in five seconds, whirling around as the RPG-armed man inside shoved open the door: "Get the hell in!" Xeldor shoved in Zara to the back of the van as the other two clambered in, the MG-armed man now having a clear field of fire, ripping out a hundred rounds in several seconds towards the main door of the building. Xeldor piled in as the other two quickly tied Zara's ankles with a thick rope to try and get her from squirming so much, and the RPG-armed man aimed towards the door of the building, firing towards the facade that stood over the door. Xeldor tore the tape off Zara's mouth so she could breathe slightly easier, and the other men quickly closed the back door to the van, but opened a top flap.

OOC: Pretty good, just with the RPG thing, we'll pretend it didn't happen. Remember, if I haven't stated it yet, it hasn't happened yet. Just respond to what you know, control your guys. I'll take care of my guys and I'll make sure that my group takes appropriate losses and the like. And btw, I meant an RPG LauncheR, not LauncheD.

IC:
The group of five, engaged in the gunfight, didn't have much hope left now, as the SF men continued, now having better odds against the outnumbered kidnappers. Three were dead, another wounded slightly, and the final unwounded two were finding that they no longer had a way out. The injured man, a devout religious Muslim, finally seemed to have enough, pulling out his gun and whispering to the other two, "for the good of men and the prophet." He stood, his shot leg slightly bend beneath him, and turned to face the SP men, without saying any more, spraying a full ammo rack of bullets towards them before return fire sprayed into his chest, riddling the kidnapper backward, death coming fast and strong onto the powerful man as he fell back, his gun rattling a few shots as his hand quivered, then fell dead, against the shots still being exchanged between the two last desperate men and the SP.
Xeldor's group, meanwhile, found nearly no resistance as they snuck quickly throughout the building, forcing Zara out in front of them. Xeldor approached the nearest window that led to the outdoors, smashing it with his rifle butt: "Let's move!" Quickly, Xeldor went first, hurdling over the broken window, then looking back: "Send her over." The other three inside grunted as they pushed a struggling Zara as best as they could up the window, then Xeldor grabbed hold of her shoulder. Utilizing brute strength, he pulled the girl out through the glass, over several sharp shards that drew small trickles of bright blood out from the girl's abdomen, torso, and bound arms, and over her nightgown. It was that moment when bad fortune decided to strike this group as well, as they too were found and shots sent at the remaining three inside. "Hurry it up, don't hesitate!" shouted Xeldor, as he continued to move, spotting the van that he recognized, "Let's go!" The three inside tried to move as fast as they could, two hurtling out the window, breaking more glass int he process, as the last one inside fell victim to a flurry of fire, bullets screaming into his forehead and neck, the man writhing on the ground.
The other two, meanwhile, had accepted their fate, pouring out fire in their last moments as their lives ended in bright flashes of fire, dying for the cause they believed could bring change and revolution they were hoping for, reduced to cold corpses.
Xeldor and the last two, shoving a tripping Zara out in front of them, sprinted the 30 yards to the car in five seconds, whirling around as the RPG-armed man inside shoved open the door: "Get the hell in!" Xeldor shoved in Zara to the back of the van as the other two clambered in, the MG-armed man now having a clear field of fire, ripping out a hundred rounds in several seconds towards the main door of the building. Xeldor piled in as the other two quickly tied Zara's ankles with a thick rope to try and get her from squirming so much, and the RPG-armed man aimed towards the door of the building, firing towards the facade that stood over the door. Xeldor tore the tape off Zara's mouth so she could breathe slightly easier, and the other men quickly closed the back door to the van, but opened a top flap.

OOC-Thank you for your info. Sorry for my lateness, it is the summer and that. I hope this post is ok, tried to get some time to do one.

The SF under Sirius Dacius did experience some problems. Mostly wounded, not anyone dead really but still. When the men (the kidnappers) were finally killed, The SF moved around the house, to see if any more remained.

Some other SF men were outside and were trying their best to deal with Xeldor and his men. Zara still tried to struggled, more a bit, we suppose, when she saw the blood. When they had placed her in the van and Zara's tape was torn off, she saw the faces of Xeldor and the men.

''Let me go!'' Zara shouted. ''Who are you?! Let me go!'' She continued on, struggling somewhat still, as she eyed Xeldor and the men.

The SF outside tried to get to the van but would soon not be able to. The van sped off and Sirius found the SF men and they discussed things.

Mr. Arseni was not there, he was pulled out for a meeting. His other family in other places. When Mr. Arseni found out about Zara's kidnapping....

The SF scouted the house before finding Zara's room. ''Those men...had Zara.''

OOC-Is this a good post, if not I can redo it. I tried to get enough time to do one.

OOC: That's cool. You don't need all the "we assumes", neccessarily, as if it's stated, then it's true.

IC: Xeldor was getting slightly frustated with the struggling girl, his temper running short after having 7 of his men gunned down in the presidential suite. He drew his automatic pistol from his vest, aiming it slightly in front of Zara, and discharged a round into the bottom of the van, a few inches in front of her face, the bullet burrowing into the metal.

"Shut up! Now, listen here," -Xeldor got down on his knees, closer to Zara's slumped body- "It'd be so much easier on you if you simply stopped trying to resist, you spoiled brat! You're part of a new world order, about to be formed. Until you come to realize that, you're gonna be screwed. So I'd take it in before too long. You got 7 hours in the back of this van ahead of you to think about that before we reach our destination."

Xeldor got back up, reclining again against the side of the van as it bustled off from the main city, the lights reflecting back through the night sky. Xeldor exhaled, listening past the light conversation of his men, the burning of the engine of the van, and Zara's insistent squirming to hear two motorcycles shoot past, a man on each with a long rifle strapped over, turnign about behind the speeding van, and then forming up in a defensive position. One of them radioed over to Xeldor: "We gotcha now. Roost has fly cover."

OOC: That's cool. You don't need all the "we assumes", neccessarily, as if it's stated, then it's true.

IC: Xeldor was getting slightly frustated with the struggling girl, his temper running short after having 7 of his men gunned down in the presidential suite. He drew his automatic pistol from his vest, aiming it slightly in front of Zara, and discharged a round into the bottom of the van, a few inches in front of her face, the bullet burrowing into the metal.

"Shut up! Now, listen here," -Xeldor got down on his knees, closer to Zara's slumped body- "It'd be so much easier on you if you simply stopped trying to resist, you spoiled brat! You're part of a new world order, about to be formed. Until you come to realize that, you're gonna be screwed. So I'd take it in before too long. You got 7 hours in the back of this van ahead of you to think about that before we reach our destination."

Xeldor got back up, reclining again against the side of the van as it bustled off from the main city, the lights reflecting back through the night sky. Xeldor exhaled, listening past the light conversation of his men, the burning of the engine of the van, and Zara's insistent squirming to hear two motorcycles shoot past, a man on each with a long rifle strapped over, turnign about behind the speeding van, and then forming up in a defensive position. One of them radioed over to Xeldor: "We gotcha now. Roost has fly cover."

OOC-Thank you for that.

Zara screamed or something a bit when Xeldor shot his gun. almost near her face. Zara was scared somewhat now. She listened to what Xeldor said and nodded and stopped resisting. Zara thought over what he had said. A new world order with Zara as a part of it?

Zara decided to sit there, looking around the van, seeing Xeldor and the others. At least she'd look around during the 7 hours. Zara also found she was bleeding, noticing things like the blood on her nightgown.

And so, Zara stayed in the back of the van, awaiting what was to come and how she would be in this new world order.

OOC-I would write more but I have to do things. Sorry, but I hope this is good.

OOC: Summer and all, I don't blame ya'

IC: Time passed uneventfully as the van roared down the highway, the motorcycles cruising behind hit as if normal. However, problems began occuring, and Xeldor and the group were forced to make a slight change to the plan.

"Uh, running low on gas." the driver from the van's front called back, "We can't make it all the way back. I gotta pull over some where."
"You sure we can't make it? How much can this thing hold, damnit?" Xeldor, agitated, asked.
"Not as much as we needed." the driver responded, "There's a gas station in a half-mile, I'll make it quick."
"Better be quick. No problems." Xeldor said, gritting his teeth. He called in to the lead motorcyclist, to report the issue: "We gotta make a pit stop, the fools didn't load on gas before we left. Just a half mile from here, cover us from cover while we fill up."
"Gotcha lead, we'll give you the time." the motorcyclist responded as the van now veered into the offramp, the motorcycles pursuing fifty yards behind. The van slowed down towards the station, moving in to the pump as the motorcycles zipped down the street either way, pulling in behind dark abandoned buildings. The man who had been manning the RPG got out, Xeldor and the three soldiers staying inside to make sure Zara didn't go anywhere, as the man outside began to fill gas into the tank.

OOC: Summer and all, I don't blame ya'

IC: Time passed uneventfully as the van roared down the highway, the motorcycles cruising behind hit as if normal. However, problems began occuring, and Xeldor and the group were forced to make a slight change to the plan.

"Uh, running low on gas." the driver from the van's front called back, "We can't make it all the way back. I gotta pull over some where."
"You sure we can't make it? How much can this thing hold, damnit?" Xeldor, agitated, asked.
"Not as much as we needed." the driver responded, "There's a gas station in a half-mile, I'll make it quick."
"Better be quick. No problems." Xeldor said, gritting his teeth. He called in to the lead motorcyclist, to report the issue: "We gotta make a pit stop, the fools didn't load on gas before we left. Just a half mile from here, cover us from cover while we fill up."
"Gotcha lead, we'll give you the time." the motorcyclist responded as the van now veered into the offramp, the motorcycles pursuing fifty yards behind. The van slowed down towards the station, moving in to the pump as the motorcycles zipped down the street either way, pulling in behind dark abandoned buildings. The man who had been manning the RPG got out, Xeldor and the three soldiers staying inside to make sure Zara didn't go anywhere, as the man outside began to fill gas into the tank.

OOC-Thanks for understanding. Sorry if this post is short, summer and all. Also, there were other things, I suppose but I did get this post in.

Zara would not try anything, if she did, they could just shoot her or something. She would stay where she was and wait for the gas refill to be finished off. Zara could ask about her role in this new world order, but she was nervous.

Zara was nervous and listened to Xeldor and the others. Soon, she would be at the destination of the van. And now, what would happen?

The man quickly tried to fill the gas up, looking around nervously, as if people were watching. Xeldor sat in the back uncomfortably, slightly angry that they had to fill up here. He began to chat with one of the others in the van, ignoring Zara completely.

"So what's the plan with Zann once we get there?" Xeldor asked.
"Dunno exactly. He says he has big plans for Zara once he can bend her."
"How does he figure to do that?"
"Once again, not sure exactly. I saw a little of what he had, and that didn't look to pretty."
"Torture never really bends a will..."
"I think it's not exactly that. More like he's pervasive. Gonna get inside."
"Good luck with that."
"You don't know Zann like I do. I've known the guy for three years, he's had his eye on reform that whole time. Watching the presidential office. When Arveni took over, Zann noticed Zara, and decided that that would be his ticket to moving in. I have no idea what he will do with her, make it a spectacle on public TV or something, or try for a high ransom, or simply gloat on vid, but he knows something the rest of us grunts don't."
"What's the facility like?"
"Airtight. Practically. Actually, pretty much. It's at negative pressure, so only air allowed in makes it. All sorts of security measures, these freaky wierd machine guns popping out of walls, remotely controlled and stuff. Musta cost a fortune, but Zann is rich as sin. Got his backing, got his goal, now just needs to execute."
"Well, then what's Zara's place there?"
"Place, depends how you mean. If you mean role, I couldn't tell you. Zann alone, maybe his advisory council, knows. I saw what they got set-up though, and she won't be going anywhere anytime soon. If she were to get through the restraining measures, and I don't know how anyone could do that, let alone a 12-year old girl, she'd have to deal with plenty of tranq guns scattered about, robotic. Things are silent, practically invisable. Wall opens up and BAM! Dart shoots. Absolutely nuts. They practiced on a monkey, the security geeks, it was crazy. Ape was down and snoozing in less than 3 seconds. I don't know what that shit is."
"Where the hell did he get the money for this?"
"No idea. But I do know one thing: Remember that big bank scandal last year, that went unsolved? Guess who orchestrated that, netted over $2 billion for his cause."
"Hell, if he managed that, then I got no fears. What we doin' once we get there?"
"Probaly 'escorting', ie forcing, Zara to her 'chambers' once we get there, then gettin' subbed in for security with the others. We may have a few special assignments later on, but for the first bit, we'll be sittin' tight. Supposedly Zann wants to take down Arveni, I'm gonna guess that guy is dead by the time we're done. Too bad for his daughter, but Zann has that. I ain't gonna interfere. As long as I have a part in the future."
"What's this future gonna hold?"
"Reformation? New order? No clue. Hopefully giving us plebes more of a say in things. Right now the 'democratic president' doesn't give a crap about the common guy like you or me. Half the reason I joined this crusade."
"Damn right. Arveni is an egomaniacal asshole. Who the hell voted him in to office?"
"Not me, I can assure you that."
"Politics. Wonderful. So much easier being the hired gun, never have to worry 'bout the words, or the consequences. Just do the job, get paid."
"'Till somethin' screws up on you, maybe. We lost too many tonight."
"True, we did. I'll get my revenge for that, in someway or another. Arveni or otherwise."

It was at this point when the man pumping got back in the truck, motioning for the driver to move out. Xeldor eyed Zara slightly, having conversed with the other man clearly out loud, in hearing range of everyone out back. But it wouldn't matter. Where she was headed, there was no road back. The event horizon had already been passed.

The man quickly tried to fill the gas up, looking around nervously, as if people were watching. Xeldor sat in the back uncomfortably, slightly angry that they had to fill up here. He began to chat with one of the others in the van, ignoring Zara completely.

"So what's the plan with Zann once we get there?" Xeldor asked.
"Dunno exactly. He says he has big plans for Zara once he can bend her."
"How does he figure to do that?"
"Once again, not sure exactly. I saw a little of what he had, and that didn't look to pretty."
"Torture never really bends a will..."
"I think it's not exactly that. More like he's pervasive. Gonna get inside."
"Good luck with that."
"You don't know Zann like I do. I've known the guy for three years, he's had his eye on reform that whole time. Watching the presidential office. When Arveni took over, Zann noticed Zara, and decided that that would be his ticket to moving in. I have no idea what he will do with her, make it a spectacle on public TV or something, or try for a high ransom, or simply gloat on vid, but he knows something the rest of us grunts don't."
"What's the facility like?"
"Airtight. Practically. Actually, pretty much. It's at negative pressure, so only air allowed in makes it. All sorts of security measures, these freaky wierd machine guns popping out of walls, remotely controlled and stuff. Musta cost a fortune, but Zann is rich as sin. Got his backing, got his goal, now just needs to execute."
"Well, then what's Zara's place there?"
"Place, depends how you mean. If you mean role, I couldn't tell you. Zann alone, maybe his advisory council, knows. I saw what they got set-up though, and she won't be going anywhere anytime soon. If she were to get through the restraining measures, and I don't know how anyone could do that, let alone a 12-year old girl, she'd have to deal with plenty of tranq guns scattered about, robotic. Things are silent, practically invisable. Wall opens up and BAM! Dart shoots. Absolutely nuts. They practiced on a monkey, the security geeks, it was crazy. Ape was down and snoozing in less than 3 seconds. I don't know what that shit is."
"Where the hell did he get the money for this?"
"No idea. But I do know one thing: Remember that big bank scandal last year, that went unsolved? Guess who orchestrated that, netted over $2 billion for his cause."
"Hell, if he managed that, then I got no fears. What we doin' once we get there?"
"Probaly 'escorting', ie forcing, Zara to her 'chambers' once we get there, then gettin' subbed in for security with the others. We may have a few special assignments later on, but for the first bit, we'll be sittin' tight. Supposedly Zann wants to take down Arveni, I'm gonna guess that guy is dead by the time we're done. Too bad for his daughter, but Zann has that. I ain't gonna interfere. As long as I have a part in the future."
"What's this future gonna hold?"
"Reformation? New order? No clue. Hopefully giving us plebes more of a say in things. Right now the 'democratic president' doesn't give a crap about the common guy like you or me. Half the reason I joined this crusade."
"Damn right. Arveni is an egomaniacal asshole. Who the hell voted him in to office?"
"Not me, I can assure you that."
"Politics. Wonderful. So much easier being the hired gun, never have to worry 'bout the words, or the consequences. Just do the job, get paid."
"'Till somethin' screws up on you, maybe. We lost too many tonight."
"True, we did. I'll get my revenge for that, in someway or another. Arveni or otherwise."

It was at this point when the man pumping got back in the truck, motioning for the driver to move out. Xeldor eyed Zara slightly, having conversed with the other man clearly out loud, in hearing range of everyone out back. But it wouldn't matter. Where she was headed, there was no road back. The event horizon had already been passed.

OOC-Please do not condemn Arseni, he is to be a respected ruler. Let me explain. Also, I am finally back.

IC: The nation of Avira Antivira is a Republic, similar to the Romans (if I choose to do so). Arseni was a senator, respected by people. When he rose to power, he helped the nation grow and people respected him for that. However, it seems some people just don't like leaders, regardless if they've done good or not. Consul Arseni had cared for the common guy and tried to help them out.

Zara listened to their conversation, and their condemnation of her father, but said nothing, thinking perhaps that if she did, they would hurt her. She simply stayed there, thinking or something possibly as she was being tooken to Zann's hideout.

Zara would be somehow involved in this plan but how? I would write more but alas, I must depart.

Just to make sure, but are we continuing this?