Whyatica
05-09-2006, 00:51
OOC: If you happen to be allied to the Imperial Democracy, you can write news reports and crap about my election. This is also with a preplanned victor.
Channel 4 - Imperial News Network
Unfair and unbalanced, but hey, who cares?
"Today in news of the general election, Richard Powers' Moderate Party is losing ground fast to the Imperium Party, showing a 51-49 lead, a loss of 4% in recent polls. It is widely believed that the Moderates cannot provide the military power necessary to keep Whyatica secure in these dangerous times, citing inefficiencies in the Whyatican response to the Disputed Territories war, and the Barkozian War, which resulted in thousands of casualties as well as an annexed island for the Empire. Prime Minister Powers issued a speech today,"
Prime Minister Richard Powers appeared on the screen, and he was quiet briefly as he began, "The Imperium Party wishes to take a more aggressive stance in today's world. I personally believe that Whyatica should keep out of wars as much as possible. We do not need to lose generation after generation of young and old alike to the ravages of war. I will keep our Empire safe in these chaotic days, and together we will be prosperous and free!"
The crowd cheered. One could see the fatigues of extended campaigning in Richard's face, his eyes were sunken and graying, his voice slowed slightly. Campaigning for office was easily as difficult as running the office, if not moreso. His private life was gutted wide open for all the public to see, along with having to fundraise and spend millions of credits to have a hope at winning. He gave a bow to the crowd, and was escorted off the stage by his Bodyguard Service guards, where he was brought to a waiting helipad.
Nearby Office Building, Roof
An access panel to the roof of a twenty-story office building popped open softly, a tall, dark-haired man of fair complexion sticking his head out, making sure the coast is clear. It wasn't, in fact, clear. A teenaged Whyatican couple, taking a break from their crappy entry-level jobs in this office building, were having some 'happy time', hiding themselves on the roof of the building. The man dropped his large case carefully on the stairs of the access panel behind him, and crept onto the roof. He yanked out his silenced .22 pistol, ironically named 'Fluffy Bunny'. Damned Allanean gun corporations. Moving on.
The teenaged couple were laying together, partially behind a large box panel. Our friendly assassin loaded his gun as silently as he could, which wasn't very. It gave a resounding click, and the man winced. He figured the couple didn't hear it due to their, erm, noises, so he crept forward, to the point where he could get a clear shot at their heads, and they still failed to notice him. Two shots, bang bang, straight into the temples of our once-loving couple. Now he had two corpses to deal with, but those would be dealt with later. He had more pressing issues now. He doubled back to the access panel, and grabbed his big case. Hiding on the other side of the box panel where the rapidly deadifying corpses were, he unlatched the clasps of the case, and pulled out his shinier weapon. The GIPAAW-1, a MANPAD purchased illegally thanks to a Generian black market, designed to down helicopters and other light aircraft.
As Prime Minister Powers' helicopter ascended, leaving a massive crowd of cheering supporters and booing protestors alike, our assassin, Dominic Vernius of the Generic Empire, rose from his hiding place. The GIPAAW-1 locked onto the aircraft, and he pulled the trigger, firing an anti-air rocket at Prime Minister Powers' helicopter.
The cockpit warning thingy started buzzing and going insane, as it was a semi-military helicopter. It detected the lock on, but the pilot ignored it as a computer error, to his mistake. The rocket impacted the side of the helicopter with a crash and deafening explosion, shrapnel tearing through the thinly armoured copter. It's blades shut down, and the flaming copter began a perilous descent, with the Prime Minister knowing that he would die that day. He closed his eyes as the pilot, freshly deadified, slumped his body onto the controls of the helicopter, the burning wreck slamming into concrete at a rapid pace..
Dominic quickly dropped the MANPAD, his pistol, and any other weaponry he carried, grabbing a bag with new clothing, sunglasses, and his Generic Empire passport. He gave himself a running start, jumping from the roof of one office building to the next, with nary two feet to spare from him and falling in between the buildings. He hid behind another box panel, swapping out his clothes as quickly as possible to remove the blood stains from stepping in the pool on the other roof. He calmly went down an access panel into the office building, appearing like your standard businessman on his break. He descended to the first level and stood with gawking Whyaticans, watching the burning helicopter.
Fire trucks, ambulances, police officers, news vans, lawyers, paramedics, and the like screamed down Z Avenue to the scene of the assassination. Police officers, after the initial 'zOMG' style shock, pulled even retired officers into duty to create a 10km quarantine zone around the scene, everyone leaving and entering would be searched, and identified. Dominic began to walk away from the scene, trying not to draw attention to himself as he hailed a cab and told him to head for Mianan Dockyards.
"Dude, yous know that they be searching everyone now? I got myself searched by da cops coming over here." the cabbie said in his rural Velkyan accent.
"Oh? Here's 100 credits. Take me to the Dockyards." Dominic said, tossing the cabbie a cr100 bill.
"You da boss." the cabbie said and sped away, to the quarantine zone checkpoint at the corner of A and 33rd Street in downtown Miana.
They reached the checkpoint in about twenty minutes, as traffic was horrifying when one gets near Z Avenue, due to everyone either running the hell away or gawking at the death. A police officer signalled to the cabbie to pull over to the right, and he did, unbuckling himself to get his ID out.
"Hey, man, get you ID out. They gonna ask us for da ID and to search da car." the cabbie said, looking back slightly nervously at Dominic. He didn't look trustworthy, for some reason.
"Yes." Vernius said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his passport from Generia.
The cop walked over to the car, and the cabbie rolled down the window. He said, "Identification for both of you. We're going to search the car."
The cop waved two other officers over to proceed with the search, and the cabbie handed him his ID and Dominic's passport.
"You're clear, Mr. deGuytere. Mr..Vernius. I see you're from Generia. What is your purpose being here?"
"Business. I concluded a business deal with Hyneman And Sons today."
The cop squinted at Dominic. He looked at the passport suspiciously and said, "Okay, you're clear. Do not leave the country."
"Okay."
The cops finished searching the empty car, and they waved the cabbie on, who drove off, headed to the Dockyards.
The car made it to the dockyard parking lot, and Dominic got out quietly, headed for the private section of the docks. He found a medium sized speedboat with supplies on it for an extended trip back to Generia, boarded it, and turned the motor on, skidding away.
One Police Plaza, Miana, Whyatica
One Police Plaza, the headquarters for all Whyatican police forces, was swamped with calls. People were terrified of the attack on the now-deceased Prime Minister, and they continued to call and pester 1PP for information. One call, however, stood out. It was from a pay phone in Rose Beach, in Gunn Province.
"The man who did this just departed Miana Dockyards using a speedboat in the name of Adam Savage. It is going to Generia." and hung up.
The police officer who heard this call searched the dock records on his computer, and there was indeed a speedboat registered in the name of Adam Savage docked in Miana. He called the Coast Guard and the docking officials, and they both said the same thing; the boat left twenty minutes ago. The Coast Guard was being mobilised to find the boat before it left Whyatican waters.
4 nm off of Whyatican Coast
Numerous Coast Guard Corvettes pored the waters outside the coast, searching endlessly for a seemingly ubiquitous speedboat that the police said contained the man who killed Prime Minister Powers. One corvette, CR-112, reported a contact heading north-by-northwest at 19 knots. Reportedly a speedboat. It changed course, broadcasting orders to the boat to halt and be inspected. The boat ignored it, and the corvette accelerated to 25 knots.
After some pursuing, the corvette was in gunnery range of the speedboat. One more broadcast, telling the speedboat to halt or be destroyed. Again, it was ignored.
"Target the boat with the deck gun, destroy it." the captain of the corvette said.
"What if the cops were wrong, sir?" a random ensign said.
"Destroy it, damn it, do not disobey me or I'll bust you down so you're washing barnacles off the prow while we're underway!"
"Y-yes sir." the ensign said, and went off to the gun.
The gun righted itself, aimed in the proper direction, and fired a single 5" shell at the speedboat, destroying it pretty well instantly. The corvette changed course to the wreckage, picking up papers that floated in the water. They grabbed what remained of the body, and set course back to Miana to let the police know..
Channel 4 - Imperial News Network
Unfair and unbalanced, but hey, who cares?
"Today in news of the general election, Richard Powers' Moderate Party is losing ground fast to the Imperium Party, showing a 51-49 lead, a loss of 4% in recent polls. It is widely believed that the Moderates cannot provide the military power necessary to keep Whyatica secure in these dangerous times, citing inefficiencies in the Whyatican response to the Disputed Territories war, and the Barkozian War, which resulted in thousands of casualties as well as an annexed island for the Empire. Prime Minister Powers issued a speech today,"
Prime Minister Richard Powers appeared on the screen, and he was quiet briefly as he began, "The Imperium Party wishes to take a more aggressive stance in today's world. I personally believe that Whyatica should keep out of wars as much as possible. We do not need to lose generation after generation of young and old alike to the ravages of war. I will keep our Empire safe in these chaotic days, and together we will be prosperous and free!"
The crowd cheered. One could see the fatigues of extended campaigning in Richard's face, his eyes were sunken and graying, his voice slowed slightly. Campaigning for office was easily as difficult as running the office, if not moreso. His private life was gutted wide open for all the public to see, along with having to fundraise and spend millions of credits to have a hope at winning. He gave a bow to the crowd, and was escorted off the stage by his Bodyguard Service guards, where he was brought to a waiting helipad.
Nearby Office Building, Roof
An access panel to the roof of a twenty-story office building popped open softly, a tall, dark-haired man of fair complexion sticking his head out, making sure the coast is clear. It wasn't, in fact, clear. A teenaged Whyatican couple, taking a break from their crappy entry-level jobs in this office building, were having some 'happy time', hiding themselves on the roof of the building. The man dropped his large case carefully on the stairs of the access panel behind him, and crept onto the roof. He yanked out his silenced .22 pistol, ironically named 'Fluffy Bunny'. Damned Allanean gun corporations. Moving on.
The teenaged couple were laying together, partially behind a large box panel. Our friendly assassin loaded his gun as silently as he could, which wasn't very. It gave a resounding click, and the man winced. He figured the couple didn't hear it due to their, erm, noises, so he crept forward, to the point where he could get a clear shot at their heads, and they still failed to notice him. Two shots, bang bang, straight into the temples of our once-loving couple. Now he had two corpses to deal with, but those would be dealt with later. He had more pressing issues now. He doubled back to the access panel, and grabbed his big case. Hiding on the other side of the box panel where the rapidly deadifying corpses were, he unlatched the clasps of the case, and pulled out his shinier weapon. The GIPAAW-1, a MANPAD purchased illegally thanks to a Generian black market, designed to down helicopters and other light aircraft.
As Prime Minister Powers' helicopter ascended, leaving a massive crowd of cheering supporters and booing protestors alike, our assassin, Dominic Vernius of the Generic Empire, rose from his hiding place. The GIPAAW-1 locked onto the aircraft, and he pulled the trigger, firing an anti-air rocket at Prime Minister Powers' helicopter.
The cockpit warning thingy started buzzing and going insane, as it was a semi-military helicopter. It detected the lock on, but the pilot ignored it as a computer error, to his mistake. The rocket impacted the side of the helicopter with a crash and deafening explosion, shrapnel tearing through the thinly armoured copter. It's blades shut down, and the flaming copter began a perilous descent, with the Prime Minister knowing that he would die that day. He closed his eyes as the pilot, freshly deadified, slumped his body onto the controls of the helicopter, the burning wreck slamming into concrete at a rapid pace..
Dominic quickly dropped the MANPAD, his pistol, and any other weaponry he carried, grabbing a bag with new clothing, sunglasses, and his Generic Empire passport. He gave himself a running start, jumping from the roof of one office building to the next, with nary two feet to spare from him and falling in between the buildings. He hid behind another box panel, swapping out his clothes as quickly as possible to remove the blood stains from stepping in the pool on the other roof. He calmly went down an access panel into the office building, appearing like your standard businessman on his break. He descended to the first level and stood with gawking Whyaticans, watching the burning helicopter.
Fire trucks, ambulances, police officers, news vans, lawyers, paramedics, and the like screamed down Z Avenue to the scene of the assassination. Police officers, after the initial 'zOMG' style shock, pulled even retired officers into duty to create a 10km quarantine zone around the scene, everyone leaving and entering would be searched, and identified. Dominic began to walk away from the scene, trying not to draw attention to himself as he hailed a cab and told him to head for Mianan Dockyards.
"Dude, yous know that they be searching everyone now? I got myself searched by da cops coming over here." the cabbie said in his rural Velkyan accent.
"Oh? Here's 100 credits. Take me to the Dockyards." Dominic said, tossing the cabbie a cr100 bill.
"You da boss." the cabbie said and sped away, to the quarantine zone checkpoint at the corner of A and 33rd Street in downtown Miana.
They reached the checkpoint in about twenty minutes, as traffic was horrifying when one gets near Z Avenue, due to everyone either running the hell away or gawking at the death. A police officer signalled to the cabbie to pull over to the right, and he did, unbuckling himself to get his ID out.
"Hey, man, get you ID out. They gonna ask us for da ID and to search da car." the cabbie said, looking back slightly nervously at Dominic. He didn't look trustworthy, for some reason.
"Yes." Vernius said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out his passport from Generia.
The cop walked over to the car, and the cabbie rolled down the window. He said, "Identification for both of you. We're going to search the car."
The cop waved two other officers over to proceed with the search, and the cabbie handed him his ID and Dominic's passport.
"You're clear, Mr. deGuytere. Mr..Vernius. I see you're from Generia. What is your purpose being here?"
"Business. I concluded a business deal with Hyneman And Sons today."
The cop squinted at Dominic. He looked at the passport suspiciously and said, "Okay, you're clear. Do not leave the country."
"Okay."
The cops finished searching the empty car, and they waved the cabbie on, who drove off, headed to the Dockyards.
The car made it to the dockyard parking lot, and Dominic got out quietly, headed for the private section of the docks. He found a medium sized speedboat with supplies on it for an extended trip back to Generia, boarded it, and turned the motor on, skidding away.
One Police Plaza, Miana, Whyatica
One Police Plaza, the headquarters for all Whyatican police forces, was swamped with calls. People were terrified of the attack on the now-deceased Prime Minister, and they continued to call and pester 1PP for information. One call, however, stood out. It was from a pay phone in Rose Beach, in Gunn Province.
"The man who did this just departed Miana Dockyards using a speedboat in the name of Adam Savage. It is going to Generia." and hung up.
The police officer who heard this call searched the dock records on his computer, and there was indeed a speedboat registered in the name of Adam Savage docked in Miana. He called the Coast Guard and the docking officials, and they both said the same thing; the boat left twenty minutes ago. The Coast Guard was being mobilised to find the boat before it left Whyatican waters.
4 nm off of Whyatican Coast
Numerous Coast Guard Corvettes pored the waters outside the coast, searching endlessly for a seemingly ubiquitous speedboat that the police said contained the man who killed Prime Minister Powers. One corvette, CR-112, reported a contact heading north-by-northwest at 19 knots. Reportedly a speedboat. It changed course, broadcasting orders to the boat to halt and be inspected. The boat ignored it, and the corvette accelerated to 25 knots.
After some pursuing, the corvette was in gunnery range of the speedboat. One more broadcast, telling the speedboat to halt or be destroyed. Again, it was ignored.
"Target the boat with the deck gun, destroy it." the captain of the corvette said.
"What if the cops were wrong, sir?" a random ensign said.
"Destroy it, damn it, do not disobey me or I'll bust you down so you're washing barnacles off the prow while we're underway!"
"Y-yes sir." the ensign said, and went off to the gun.
The gun righted itself, aimed in the proper direction, and fired a single 5" shell at the speedboat, destroying it pretty well instantly. The corvette changed course to the wreckage, picking up papers that floated in the water. They grabbed what remained of the body, and set course back to Miana to let the police know..