NationStates Jolt Archive

While the incidents involving Kahanistania were unfolding, an underground movement to protest the recent morality legislation was forming. Few protests had been done in the past, and as such, the people leading this one had precious little experience. Adding further to their unlikelyhood of success, almost all of the demonstraters would be rappers themselves, or fans of rappers, and (naturally) those who thought they were rappers, but in reality were just normal, suburban wannabes.
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(OOC: For the sake of readers and other possible RPers, I will refrain from using anymore recording labels' names and made up rappers' names, as I am white, and thus suck at it)
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The man with the plan behind this attempt used his real name of Yoshikuni Kazuma when he wasn't on stage. Around him had gathered several other once-influential 'musicians', who thought that this legislation had gone too far. "Well, I'm openning this one up. We've seriously got some organizational problems facing us. We need a location, a manner, and a way to get some damn people involved."
"Location's easy, man," the man sitting next to him said. "We gotta do this in front of the Bling-Blang-Yo building where this all started! It's the only way to make an impact!"
"Yeah!" another across the table said. "And manner ain't much harder either. We get there before dawn, set up some stages and some amps, and then we rap!" His idea was met with a general consenus from around the table. "But we can't stop there! We gotta rap against this shit, and rap with some of our worst lyrics ever! Show them that we have a right to express ourselves like this!" A massive shout of support met this idea. Suddenly, there was a heavy pounding at the door, followed by an old lady's voice,
"Yoshi? Yoshi, you and your friends keep it down in there, my knitting club is trying to meet."
"Shut up, ma!" Kazuma yelled. "We're getting some business done in here!" In the ensuing silence, they could here light foot steps retreating down some stairs.
"It's not so simple," a...bigger...man said, sitting slightly back in the shadows. "After the Gay Pride Massacre, no one's gonna want to get involved in a protest. And we certainly can't just go hanging posters for it!"
"Man, no gives a shit about those homos! Listen, we just spread this by word of mouth. We tell our homies about it, and then they'll tell their homies, and it keeps going down the line!"
"You know, this might work," another said. "Let's give this, what, three weeks to work out and get around?"
"Yeah, sounds good," Kazuma said. "Aight, see you dawgs in three weeks!" All of the other 'artists' got up and left, save for the man in the shadows.

"You do realize the government's position on protests, don't you?"
"Of course," Kazuma replied, "but they've got so much controversy going over the Kahanistan Incident that they'll have no choice but to treat this lightly."
"For your sake, I hope you're right."
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And thus, news of the planned event spread by "old-school" word of mouth, filtering down through the ranks of rappers and rap lovers, sometimes appearing discretly in private chat rooms. For three weeks, small scale preparations were set up. Gear was loaded onto trucks and ready to leave at a moments notice for the event. Finally, three weeks later, the date for the event was reached...
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In the early morning hours of the day of the event, several of the instigators arrived at the scene. Utilizing the lack of traffic at 3:30 in the morning, they quickly set up construction barriers at each entry route into the square in front of the media building that used to house the now infamous recording label. Fifteen minutes later, a panel truck was let in, out of which was taken supplies to set up a stage and set up amplification devices. At 4:00, the crowd started arriving on foot, popping out of nearby buildings (which housed Osprey pads on top, a subway alternative), or walking up the street. As traffic backups began, and the sun began shining down the streets between the rows of buildings, the rappers involved started off their little show. Oddly enough from a normal perspective, rather than showing rap in its best light, they launched their dirtiest and worst lyrics. Song topics ranged from gang wars, drug wars, turf wars, and of course, shaking booties. By the time that the work day was well under way, a large crowd had gathered for the event, filling the entire square and spilling out into the feeder streets with nearly 2000 people.

The demonstration had backed traffic up considerably, leaving many businessmen extremely...irratable. Many other people on the streets passing by found themselves heavily harrassed, including businessmen, women, and even mothers with children. It wasn't too long before reports started filling channels in the police stations, which were little more than military bases, as the military filled the role of police duty during peacetime.
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The commodant of the sector's police base was getting sick and tired of these reports. Finally, he decided to put a small plan into action. "Dispatch, put out the 5th and 6th Special Forces on to the surrounding rooftops. Use the Ospreys with civilian paint schemes, and shut down those cooresponding Osprey stations."

"Roger, issuing orders. Dispatching 5th and 6th SF. Civilian Osprey. Shut down stations."

The 20 men of this combined force donned their police duty gear, comprised of dark blue pants and long-sleeve shirts, with black body armor over top, black leather gloves, black mouth/nose masks, and black army helmets. Each was issued a high power sniping rifle and a regular M-32 Tactical Rifle. The two squads loaded into two Ospreys, which took off and followed civilian routes to the stations on the four buildings directly overlooking the square. Each osprey dropped 5 soldiers at each building. These sub-squads evacuated the rooftop stations and shut them down, stopping the flow of tilt-rotors, which wouldn't be noticed 30 stories below. Then, each set up postion overlooking the square, taking aim at the center stage.
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As the two squads set up, a score of APCs left the police base, each carrying an additional ten regular soldiers, dressed the same as the special forces, but lacking the high-powered rifle. As these arrived at the scene, 5 coming in from each feeder street, Yoshikuni Kazuma himself had taken the stage and began addressing the crowd.

"My brothers and sisters, in art! Listen to my words. Our government has gone too far in banning our form of music. So what if we like to talk about killin' shit, or bangin' shit, or dealin' dope? We can do it! I say that it's high time that we are allowed to say it!" He was interuptted by massive cheers from the crowd. "Well I say that it's about time that this little line right here was thrown in a song, here it is: 'fuck the government!'." With this, he launched into a new, anti-government song, involving lyrics so bad that the corners of the legislation would've curled up and burst into flames.

The task force commander with the units back up the feeder streets had had enough. "All forces, move in." The backs of the APCs burst open, and the ten men squads poured into the streets, each man with an additional riot shield. They ran up the columns of enpty spaces between rows of cars until they hit the rally. They continued charging through, straight to the stage, where they stormed it and encircled Kazuma, cutting the music. In the following silence, everyone could hear the police commander's voice, "Yoshikuni Kazuma, you are under arrest for the planning and carrying out of a political demonstration, and for disrespect for the government."
"Aye dawg, fuck you! You can't do nuthin' to me!" Kazuma said, shoving the police officer. The officer responded in all-out punching the rapper in the face, knocking him back on the stage. Without warning, a gunshot erupted from the crowd, and a bullet entered the officer's skull in the venerable spot underneath his chin. All hell broke loose as more gunfire came out of the crowd, dropping two more officers, and knocking several others back. The police, panicking, fired randomly into the crowd, dropping those closest to the stage immediately. Up on the rooftops, the special forces units began sniping out who they though had instigated it, as well as Yoshikuni Kazuma. When their clips in the sniping rifles emptied, they unslung their M-32s and, setting them to automatic, began additional fire suppression on the people closest to the stage.

Unlike in the Gay Pride Massacre several years ago, the many of the demonstrators were armed, and began firing back, at the officers on stage, and randomly at the roof tops, hoping to drop some of the special forces members. On stage, the commander used his radio, calling in for back up. "Dispatch, this is Unit Oh-One, we're taking fire from the protest, requesting backup."

"Unit Oh-One, Dispatch, two SAH-04s are heading to your location, ETA two minutes."

The SAH-04 was a specialized attack helicopter, characterized by two 20mm gatling cannon mounts that could be extended from inside the chopper's body. Usually, these were used in wartime situations. The drawback was that it left its two gunners venerable to ground fire. The duo came up through the streets, rotor blades barely inches from glass building walls. In two minutes, they arrived over the demonstration, where 5 more officers had been killed. The sight of the two choppers began driving people up the feeder streets to police barracades, where more units had arrived to round up the fleeing protestors. However, many didn't leave the stage area, and were caught in 20 mm fire as the choppers tried to get as many people away from the bogged down group on stage. Following behind the SAH-04s, four UH-60 Blackhawks arrived on scene and began landing to ferry away the men in the center of the incident. As the last chopper was boarding, one of the SAH-04 gunners took a hit, and plummeted to the ground, landing with a thud 10 yards away. Two men ran out to retrive the broken body, and brought him back to the chopper. As the chopper departed, the gunships kept driving people to the police barracades, where they were rounded up at gunpoint, though many escaped into buildings in hiding.

By the end of the incident, nearly 450 people had been killed by police fire, 8 police officers had been killed, 10 wounded, and one SAH-04 gunner was left in critical condition. An additional 600 people were hospitalized in serious to critical condition, overflowing area hospitals. Finally, 800 protestors had been arrested at the barracades, leading to an overall successful raid, of which the sector commadant hoped to get a raise.
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(OOC: Okay, harsh: yes, uncalled for: maybe. This is designed to cause controversy, I like to see people's IC reactions to this sort of thing. Kahanistania, I know you'd love this little bit, but try to refrain for now as you took the last part. But, if no-one else joins in the fun, you're welcome to!! And no, I'm not sick or twisted, just bored and curious.)

Grrrr.....bump.

Lord Chancellor Arthur Rockingham, considered by most to be the King’s closest advisor, found out about this incident while reading the “International” section of his newspaper. Normally we would not get involved in something like this, he thought, but after the recent revolts, we need something to boost the prestige of our nation. He discussed it with King William V, who was understandably distraught.

“Some of these civilians that they killed were not common knaves, but musicians of cultural significance!” exclaimed the King.

“Yes, I know, my liege. It is horrible. Don’t you think you should step up and show the world that you have morality and divine inspiration? You should reprimand them.”

“Of course. Splendid idea, Lord Chancellor. I will send them a letter explaining my grievances at once.”



To the Unlawful Scoundrels of Pschycotic Pschycos

The Most Glorious, Most Prosperous Kingdom of Cotenshire and its Most Just, Most Righteous, Most Benevolent King William Salisbury V, inspired by the Divine Providence, Christian God of Cotenshire, or, rather, a Cotenshirish Christian God, views with jaundiced eyes the atrocities committed upon cultural figures within your country.

The Most Serene, Most Potent, Most Christian King and the Most Glorious Realm of Cotenshire have not encountered and sustained this cultural movement known to your peoples as “Rap”, but we know that the Divine Providence’s grace falls on all fields of the art of music, for it is only through Him that composers are divinely inspired.

Therefore, the government in your land must heed the Most Serene, Most Potent King’s words, or retrenchments upon trade and merchants between our two peoples may be enacted.

Signed,
I, The King



“Well, that is done. So be it,” said the King. He paused for a moment. “Lord Chancellor, have your ears ever feasted upon Rap?”

“No, I am afraid not. It has never come to our nation, and I have never taken upon myself initiative to experience it.”

“I bring this up because, if this Rap music is so popular, it is only fitting that my court, the highest court in the land, have an appointed Court Rapper.”

“Well, then, I will see to it about hiring one.”

“Splendid. I will forever be known as the Great King who brought a new form of culture to the land.”

To: The Most Just, Most Righteous, Most Benevolent King William Salisbury V

Apparently, you have no idea that rap "music" is mostly a form of "entertainment" that glorifies objectifying woment, violent acts against society, and the use of dangerous drugs that are detrimental to one's own health and that of other's around them.

We recently passed legislation outlawing rap that meets these criterion, citing a definite connection between it and an increase of these acts in our nation. This legislation was designed to curtail its proliferation. With this incident, two laws were broken: One for a horrible display of the production of this music, and Second a political protest, which is also outlawed in our dictatorial government, as I'm sure you've had expreince with, you being a monarchy and all.

However, as the crowd took upon itself to begin hostilities, I shall not apologize, nor condemn the actions undertaken by police forces acting in self defense. We now have to explain to 9 families as to why their fathers and husbands won't be coming home; in the name of the proliferation of immorality.

We also detest being called unlawful scoundrals and being threatened.

Signed,

Shogun Nakamura Himura Kenshin

"There, that should do it. Send it off." The shogun handed the letter to his assistant, who bowed out of the room to take it away. "Hmmmm...next order....ah! A pay raise for the sector commadant, yes that is in order!"
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(OOC: Meh, too late for more. There will be more for this one tomorrow, I guarantee it!)

"HOLY SHIT!"
Chairman Nagaraku Ryouta slowly went over the article again and again. After some of the stuff he had seen, both outside of his country and during the fascist years before the Civil War, he had constantly told himself, "Nothing should surprise me."
Mostly, it didn't. Even those crazy fascists in Eonopolis, despite the harshness of the stuff they had done, when it al came down to it, he wasn't surprised. The Social Republic had hardly been better. He thought he had seen it all.
Until, of course, this.
1050 killed or injured, compared to the stuff he had seen elsewhere, was not a huge number. The fascist protest right outside his door, and the only protest ever violently put down in the country, had killed or injured 1275, a tad more than what the Pschyos had done.
It was the concept of it. The Chairman would never have thought of doing something like that, not even if the concert had been by fascists calling for him to be disembowled and thrown into the New Fukuoka harbor. That had happened, by the way. Once. There were no fatalities, just a bunch of beat-up skinheads.
'Well, so it doesn't look like I'm just leaving it to El Guerilla and them, I might as well bitch at the Pschycos,' he thought.

To: The Shogunate of Pschycotic Pschycos

Since your mailbox is probably full of condemnation letters, I'm not going to bore you with another one. No, I'm just going to come out and tell you exactly what I'm thinking.
Oh, really? You did that! I didn't believe you could sink any lower, really, I didn't. But, you just did. You fired on people at a concert, because Kazuma was saying stuff you didn't like. I mean, really. Self-defense? No, a dozen people, maybe a bit more dead, is self defense. 450 people dead, 600 people injured, is not self defense, no, not when the cops took eight and ten.
This crusade against all that is hip-hop music has gone a few laps around the world too far for my taste. I think you already know that, though.

President of the PRH-TT/Chairman of the Tejano Worker's Party Nagaraku Ryouta

TO: President of the PRH-TT/Chairman of the Tejano Worker's Party Nagaraku Ryouta,

I will take this opportunity to make it known that no order from command was given to open fire. All actions taken in the field were done so at the discretion of the men in the field. That does not, however, mean that I condemn the desicions made at the time. Those decisions made have my full support. Never before has a crowd of such magnitude returned fire enmasse on government forces, or even taken the first shot for that matter.

This sort of action will not be tolerated, and those responsible will be pursued.

Sincerely,

Shogun Nakamura Himura Kenshin

As he sealed the letter to send, an urgent message played out from his office phone. "Sir, we've detected a message being sent out on international channels, we need you in the communications center ASAP!"
"Shit," Kenshin said, the office phone clicking dead. Kenshin rushed down a few floors to the communications center, where he met with the officer on duty. "Sir, what is the meaning of this?"
"Your Excellency, we've intercepted a message leaving the Shogunate via the international communications grid." The commanding officer reached over and hit a button, playing the message on audio;

Attention Fellow Men of the World,

I am Hara Masahiro, a rapper within the Imperial Shogunate of Pschycotic Pschycos. Our way of life is being oppressed by the government in the name of morality. In light of the recent Moral Massacre, my brothers and sisters in music and rap have decided to take on a larger fight to overthrow this government with open rebellion.

But we cannot do it alone, we have precious little money, resources, and power. This is a plea to all nations of the world for desperate help in the sake of freedom!...

"I've heard enough, shut down the internation communications grid and trace the source," Kenshin said, disgusted.
"Very well, Your Excellency." The commander reached over and hit a button, taking the entire international communications grid offline. Men at computer stations began working to trace the signal, working back to a warehouse in lower South Beach District, Honimishu City.

"Take it out. Destroy everything and nip this in the bud. But, I want this 'Hara' guy alive."
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Shortly after the message went out, a convoy of 5 police cars and 5 APCs departed from the police base closest to the area of the warehouse, traveling at street level toward its location, on the piers on the Inland Sea. With sirens on, they sped through the crowded streets, carrying a total of 50 men to actually conduct the raid. As the lead car prepared to enter an intersection, an old hobo walked into the path of the car, pushing a shopping cart full of trash...or possessions, depending on your yearly income. The brakes of the car screeched it to a halt halfway through the intersection, the driver blaring the horn and his partner readying a handgun. Without warning, the 'hobo' up-ended the shopping cart, and produced two automatic rifles from underneath his long trench coat and opened fire on the convoy, killing the two men in the lead car. From the cross street, a massive tractor rig pulling a trailer smashed into the intersection, air horn blaring, carrying off the lead car in a massive fireball. The trailer came to a halt fully blocking the intersection, and the side facing the convoy blasted off with the help of explosive bolts, revealing 5 men with RPG launchers and heavy rifles slung over their backs. Quickly they took aim at the APCs and launched the rockets, which impacted seconds later, taking out two APCs and seriously damaging another. Dropping the RPGs, they unslung the rifles and began spraying the remaining four cars up front, killing several more officers. As chaos erupted up front, the rear APCs unloaded the remaining soldiers. A second air horn blasted up from behind them, and a second tractor trailer rear-ended the trailing three cars. Side doors in the trailer burst open, and a score more armed men jumped out, equally armed with heavy rifles. Using the cover of the police cars' wrecks, they fought the police units, spraying heavy waves of automatic fire.

The remaining units had gathered between the APCs, trying to fight off both waves of men when two RPG men leaned out of the above 5th story window and fired into the mass of men, killing 20, and wounding the remaining men. Fortunately, though, a well-timed 911 call had gone out at the beginning of the fight, and an AH-64D Longbow had been dispatched to the scene, arriving from around a corner just as the rebels descended upon the wounded policemen. Well aimed Hellfire missiles took out the two trailers, and the 30mm cannon protected the policemen, taking out most of the remaining rebels. 5 more cars arriving on scene cleaned up the rest, arresting the remaining injured rebels.

Suddenly, the city's multitude of high-definition screens and speakers lit up with the images and audio of Hara Masihiro,

"Citizens of the Shogunate! I pronounce a new age of cultural freedom! Rise against your government and crush them!!! Viva Le......scsssschshschsch..." The screens and speakers switched to horrible static, and seconds later, Shogun Kenshin appeared on screen.

"People of the Shogunate, do not listen to these terrorists who only insist on creating chaos and violence and destruction! Help us to crush them and return to peace!! We shall destroy these terrorists and kill each and everyone of them, and all who aid them!! We shall wage absolute war on these scum!" The speakers went dead, letting the voice and message echo, and the screens switched off to black.

OOC: sigh, i hate doing this, but bumpage anyway. Is anyone interested at all?

King John looked on at the events going on in the Shogunate. After getting other opinions from the local governments, priests, and his friends, he decided to broadcast a messege on the events taking place in the Shogunate.

On all televisions and radios across Cherry Ridge, as well as all bavarian And Prussian channels that were Headquartered in Cherry Ridge, the screen turned fuzzy, and then a dark blue. John William's Popular Entertainment (from American Journey) floated through the speakers, then wen it was done, went back to one of the sections that was skipped, The Country at War, in a sort of foreshadowing, was playing, while a messege moved up the screen, His Majesty, King John, will develiver a very important messege shortly. When both sections colcluded, an eerie silence happened.
Finally, after exactly seven minutes, the dark blue changed to a slightly lighter blue, with two Ridgian flags behind a chair. The King moved swiftly to the chair, quickly glanced over his papers, then moved them to the side, deciding not to follow the script. He looked into the camera, and with an off screen signal, he began:
Good Evening my fellow Ridgians, Bavarians, Prussians, and people everywhere. Tonight, I come not to you in happiness and rejoice, but in sadness, and somberness. You may or may not have heard of the events occuring in our ally and fellow Prussian nation of Pschyotic Pschycos. The criminals known as rap performers, and their fans have brutally murdered several Psycotican police officers, and have attempted to stir a revolt against the valid government there. Therefore, I am declaring that the law banning rap music in Cherry Ridge shall be enforced from now on. It has lontg fallen by the wayside, however, current events beg t to be revived. All rap records and singles are to be destroyed, all rap radio stations shut down, and all rappers to cease and desist performing by 12 AM tomorrow morning. Home Guard officials will be operating a burn pile in each town. I urge this to be a time of somberness for those officers who lost their lives, and yet a time of celebration for this renewal of the law banning rap in this fine nation, of morality over decadence. Furthermore, anyone caught violating this delclaration will be prosecuted. Thank You. Antoentte, in his pale blue uniform, stood up, and walked away, while a priest, Father Marco, stepped onto the screen, and stood in front of the desk. he led the nation in a Hail Mary, and Our Father, and a Glory be, for the souls of the officers and for their families. Then normal programming, minus rap, resumed.

As news of Cherry Ridge's proclamations reached the shogun's ears, he prepared another, follow-up response to it:

Without nearly the same pomp and ceremony as the Ridgian king, Pschycotian channels cut to the shogun, kneeling on his dias, with a raised platform behind him bearing his short sword, and his own personal family mon imprinted on verticle flags flanking him. Without any adue whatsoever, he began his address. "My fellow Pschycotians. It is with great sorrow that I must tell you that you are witness to one of the saddest eras in our esteemed history. Never before has anyone dared to question or assault the government. Yet I can assure you that this government will not put up with those who proclaim to be musicians and artists, yet in reality are anarchists and terrorists. These 'men' shall be met head-on in the field of battle. We will take the fight to them, attacking them in their homes and neighborhoods on the streets. This so-called rebellion shall be crushed in its infancy.

However, we need the help of you, our law-abiding citizens. I urge you to report suspicious activity in your area to local police commanders, or to reveal to us rapper hideouts so that we may raid them with little or no civilian injuries. I stress to you, each and everyone of these men will be executed.

I'd also like to thank our friend and ally, cherry Ridge for their support and for their re-enacting of a similar anti-rap law. May they have success in their efforts to promote morality as well. Domo, and good evening" With that, he gave a slight bow, and the TVs and radios went back to their rap-free programming.

PROLETARIAT REVOLUTION INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, NEW FUKUOKA, H-TOWN TEJAS

A short, unremarkable Japanese man sat on the abused, smelly airport chairs near PRIA's Gate 32. He wore a long, old brown coat, despite the fact that he was in one of the hottest, most humid places in the country, and probably up there in the world too. A pair of sunglasses obscured his eyes, and a beat-up backpack sat in his lap. Sure, he looked suspicious, but hey. He walked through the metal detector, nothing went off. All that was in his bag was a copy of The Jungle, a CD player, a few CDs (burned), and a spiral notebook.
So, it was a good thing that nobody knew that he was Hoshino Akira, one of the few Tejano arms dealers in the world.
Hoshino was allowed to carry on with his business because he was essentially government-sponsored to do what he did. While there were the few deals on the side, he was usually another channel for the Tejano government to sell weapons to rebels and governments they liked but the rest of the world didn't.
But, this wasn't a PRH-TT-sanctioned deal. Far from it. This, in fact, went out of the scope of his own code, that he would never deal because of personal reasons.
"It's unneccessary," he had told himself, "Just another way for me to get caught and executed."
Yet here he sat, about to fly off to one particular Shogunate that had a particular taste for executing foreign nationals, and giving disproportionate jail sentences to people who didn't agree with them.
H-Town Tejas had always been a rap nation. The Civil War saw the rise of many rappers, such as MC Kalashnikov, Comrade Daichi, and DJ Bandera Roja, all of whom made music extolling the virtues of the TPA, and dissing the fascist regime they were fighting. Fujita Ichiro, the original head of the revolution before he was killed by UN peacekeepers, had actually said, "If it weren't for rap music, we would probably not be hammering the fascists into the ground right now."
The outcry from Tejano rap artists at two nations outlawing their form of music, something they didn't understand, partly because rap had never really been about hoes, drugs, and bling-bling like it apparently was elsewhere, and partly because cursing was hardly socially unacceptable in Tejas, had been severe, but Chairman Nagaraku didn't give anything besides the traditional condemnation of curbing civil rights. And if any music incited violence in Tejas, it was rock, which was almost totally associated with the underground fascist movement.
"I'd love to smack change into these nations, I really would," he said on a State News interview, "But, as much as it galls me, I can't. I'm not Shogun Kenshin, thank whoever you worship for that, so I can't do anything about what they're doing in Pscychotic Pscyhcos."
'Which makes it my responsibility to move against them,' Hoshino thought as the loudspeaker announced that Flight 096 to Pscychotic Pscychos was boarding. Walking onto the Il-76, he stowed his backpack under the seat and sat back in his chair, knowing that this could very well be the last time he ever saw Tejas in his life.

ooc: PP, it's really your choice if you want to do this whole arms deal thing or not. I'm fine with it either way. Just thought you'd like this to be semi-engaging.

OOC: Hell, finally. I don't care on what scope this is anymore.
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As per standard procedures, Hoshino was routed through allied nations until he was onboard an allied flight in. Once inside the Shogunate, arms dealers were well respected as per the absence of weapons laws. His channels to finding Masahiro would prove to be remarkable easy. Any arms dealer willing to risk his neck by talking to anyone even looking like a gansta would be routed right up to him, pending scruitny to assure it wasn't one government agent.

Meanwhile, the rappers stepped up their violence within the citylimits of Honimishu. Rapper "Big Balla", who had weeks earlier been convicted of creating immoral music and sentenced to 56 years in prison, was being removed from the city to another location to try to prevent anyone from trying to make a move to free him, or allow him to become a rallying point in this conflict. Earlier in the day, he had been loaded aboard Military Transport 059, which was now prepping for takeoff from a military base located inside the city.

This is Military Transport 059, requesting permission to take off.

Military Transport 059, clear for take off on active runway R1N. Pilot's
Discretion.

The pilot increased the throttle on the HC-190 Gow Transport until the eight massive jet engines began powering the giant transport down the runway (Big Balla was being moved with other military supplies). His copilot began reading out the speed readings, and at 200 MPH, the nose began aiming up. Seconds later, at 250 MPH, the rear landing gear lifted up off the runway. As he gained altitude, aiming to head out over the city, four smoke trails launched out of the abandoned building windows ahead of him. Seconds later, they impacted on the gaint nasacles implanted in the wings, exploding three of them as the RPGs entered into the engine openings.. Quickly, the transport lost altitude as it roared past the end of the runway, and rammed into the ground as it screeched just over the fence, crashing on to the streets outside of the perimeter, the wings cutting into the buildings, and finally ripping off. The fuselage skidded four more blocks before coming to rest in flames. Close to a hundred armed men stormed out of nearby buildings in an obviously very well coordinated attack and smashed down the already half destroyed airplane door, shooting the guards and flight crew. Running into the cargo hold, they recaptured Big Balla, and left the plane, tagging the buildings with "Censor This", and blowing up the plane with charges.

ooc: Got PP's permission for this.

ic: Ridgian Embassy, Honimishu
The embassy chaplain, was standing on the balcony overlooking the streets in PP. Outside, people had set up stages and had begun rapping. Crowds were shaking the embassy gates, in protest of the King's decree. He shook his head, but then heard gunfire. Automatic weapons were being fired into the air. He began to shout for the guards to come, but then, a bullet slammed directly into his heart. He fell into the railing, then to the ground. His dark brown habit turned even darker in the areas where the blood spilled. It dripped from his mouth. He had died from the shot, but the fall also racked the back of his skull opened. Father Michael, OFM, was the first victim of the Ridgian Embassy Rap Riot.
The Ridgian troops quickly locked down the embassy, snipers took positions on the roof, and the two helicopters, armed with m197 gatling guns, took off and flew high above the crowd, which was chanting "Censor this!" The guards alerted Psychotic officials as to what they were doing. The five armoured transport vehicles parked on the side of the buildings, and the guards jumped out. The ten snipers aimed at the men who appeared to be the ringleaders, and- thump. The mob went wild, and began shaking the gate, and firing at the walls. The snipers began firing on the people in the front. The four regular police squad cars used to escort the ambassador were parked behind the armoured vehicles. They were white, with red lettering that said, "Ridgian Embassy- CR Military Police", and the standard blue and red lights, and American style sirens.
When the snipers realised that their sniping was only making the crowd madder, on orders from the temporary commander, who was assigned in between two permanent commanders, Captain Charles Orlean, they put their rifles down, and set up tear gas cannons. They fired them into the crowd. Some began to run; others, in panic rattled the gate more, and began to climb. Automatic weapons fire then began spraying onto embassy grounds. A cry was heard, and then an order went out: Fire at will. The embassy guards opened fire, and the men quickly fell from the gate. The helicopters then dropped tear gas bombs, then lowered and fired into the crowd. The crowd began to panic. One man, somehow, slipped over the gate, and tossed a grenade. Captain Orleans himself dashed out, and threw it over the gate. It exploded, rattling the gate, yet not breaking it. Orleans pulled his revolved, and shot the mans hand just before he fired, and then shot his other one. The guards opened fire on the crowd, giving him just enough cover to bring the man back. The medic handed him a syringe, and he injected a tranquilizer into the mans arm. He was then hand cuffed, and tied to a pole.
Orleans had enough. One hundred men, half of the security force, stayed behind, while other one hundred got into the four police cars, military jeeps, and two armoured vehicles. The lead vehicles smashed the gate, and then the helicopters fired two rockets into the crowd.
Finally, the crowd dispersed. The police cars and armoured vehicles went back to the embassy to help guard, and they quickly repaired the gate.
Orleans, and the seventy men in the jeeps, however, with the mounted machine guns, continued firing into the crowd. One man flipped off Orleans jeep, and then ran. They chased him into an ally, and Orleans himself got out, and punched the man in the face. The criminal pulled a pistol, but Orleans broke his arm, quickly pulled his and then slammed the man into the wall. He made the man kneel and said, "You are being executed for attacking the Ridgian embassy and breaking our allies laws." A single shot cracked, and echoed in the ally. The mans body was left, and they sped back to the embassy. The ground was literally running with blood. PP authorities were alerted to the direction the rest of the gangsters had gone. High-powered hoses were taken out, hooked up, and sprayed onto the streets, pushing the blood into the gutters. The flag was lowered to half-staff.
There were two hours of an eerie silence until sunset. When the sky was red, the silence was broken by the crack of six muskets, which were still used in formal Ridgian executions, as part of the ceremony. In the courtyard, a thump was heard das the body hit the ground. The man gurgled blood, and Orleans stepped forward holding a barrel loaded single shot pistol. He aimed at the back of the mans head, and after his last exhale, fired into the mans head. He then went to the other chaplain for confession. (HIGHLY SIC: For chasing down the crowd when they ran.)

The shogun was finally sickened by the proceedings of the two days, and was now beyond furious. "How in the hell do we loose a military transport, and let a fucking mob attack one of our best allies, all in the same day?" he shouted at area police commanders gathered with him. Before him on a low, wide table was a giant map of the areas affected by the riots, which were marked in red on the map. Besides the police commanders, another man was present in a pressed military uniform. "I don't need to introduce to you Air Marshall Akimoto Takumi, commander of the Air Force." Akimoto stepped forward at this, and indicated a large swath of orange on the map.
"What we have here is a sprawling, 'hood', or neighborhood of rappers and gangsters. You've been called here as this area falls under the jurisdiction of all of you. Because of this area's proximity to all four attacks, we've marked it as the strong hold for this movement. Though the broadcast site of the initial message was not from here, we're assuming that it is the main point for operations and recruitment. These people, as you should know, have been exceedingly troublesome over the past few years, with many a report filed. Therefore, at the order of Shogun Kenshin, it is to be bombed and leveled. Completely." At this, the commanders began clammoring among each other.
"Bomb, our own city? What are you using, smart-bombs?"
"No," Akimoto answered. "We're attacking with standard munitions, utilizing the BLU-89 fuel-air explosive. The 89 is a smaller scale derivitive of the highly successful BLU-92. It doesn't spread it's fuel as far, localizing damage, yet of the same severity.

"At the same time, we'll be testing our new FWE-22. This weapon utilizes the high-explosive reactivity of mixing the metal Francium with water. Ten kilograms will mix with roughly 20 kilograms of water, in a devastating explosion. The operation will comence in a day. It is each of your sectors' jobs to go in afterward and comb the area for survivors. Anyone with a gun or showing disrespect is to be shot." His attitude got even more severe, "this is the first. If violence escalates, we will spread operations to more 'hoods' until each is leveled, and their inhabitants are six feet under."
"Dismissed," was all Kenshin said.
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Sano Ichairo, Captain in the IAF, walked into his aircraft's hangar with the rest of his 5 man crew. It was Sunday, normally pool day for them, but as they walked in, they noticed something was amiss. Instead of finding their pool table out and set up, it had been replaced with bomb carts, adjacent to a modified EB-52 bomber, now carrying a full payload. "Chief, what's going on here?" he asked his maintnance chief.
"Sir, we were ordered to load your bomber. Here's a set of orders from command," he said, handing over a packet. Sano scanned them.
"Blessed Kami..." he said, grasping the reality of them. He turned towards his crew, "get suited up, we launch in an hour."
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An hour later, their bomber stood on the tarmac, closed bomb-bay and fully loaded wing pylons. Sano sat in the cockpit with a full view of the runway in front of him. His base was at an airport out in the country, away from the violence and the threat of an RPG attack on take off. Sano was sitting in the pilot's seat, going down the pre-flight checklist. Finally, he was cleared by control, and he pushed the throttle forward to the stop. Slowly, the massive bomber lumbered forward, slowly gaining speed. As the lines of the runway began to fly by, the copilot indicated Mark I, and Sano pulled back on the controls, nosing the bomber up, and dropping the tarmac and the horizon below the nose. At Mark II, he pulled back harder, pulling the gear off the ground, and soaring out over the end of the long runway, gear withdrawing into the bomber. The plane climbed out to several thousand feet as it approached the city, at just enough altitude to pass over the cities tallest towers. The plane flew out over the city, about 200 miles from the target, flying just above the tallest towers, her engines rocking her. Air traffic had been grounded in this area to better enable the bomber to do her duty. As she approached the target, the building height began to decrease until they were only around 30 to 40 stories tall. Finally, Sano could see the target neighborhood a few miles ahead. His OSO confirmed it moments later, "Captain, target in 4 miles, bomb doors openning, bombs arming....arming.....armed! We're live!" A minute later, they were entering the target areas, and loud clunk noises confirmed the release of hardpoints on the wing pylons, dropping bombs in a carpet bomb style, 3 at a time on each side. Below the bomber, the BLU-89 bombs sprayed a flammable fuel on the way down, and igniting it with a spark, creating an effect like that of a napalm-high-explosive mix, gutting buildings at ground zero and incinerating everything for several blocks in all directions. The noises from the pylons were methodic, releasing every 5 seconds until all four sets had released, effectively incinerating the mile long path they just took. Circling around to come in parallel to their original route, they got a good look at the devastation caused. Half of the area had been gutted, and was now burning heavily. They leveled off and the FWE-22 bombs began drooping out of the hold in rapid succession, the concusions from the blasts reaching far up to shake the plane. As the tail gunner watched, he could see whole buildings engulfed in explosions, and those adjacent crumbling to the ground, adding to the devastation already wrought. As the EB-52 turned back to base, it left behind a neighborhood of fire, spanning 5 square miles total.
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On the ground, squads prepared to go into the devastation to finish what was left of the job. There were a total of 100 men loaded into 10 fighting vehicles with 50 cal. gunners on top from each sector. As the flames cooled, the forces rolled into ruins. The first thing to hit them was the scent of charred flesh. In areas that weren't at ground zero of each blast, but rather caught in the middle between blasts, they could see blackened and burnt bodies, some holding guns, some not. There had been no warning to the attacks, and the devastation was uniform, not exclusive to just the rebellion movement. As one squad was rolling through the debris-littered streets, they caught a man with an automatic rifle crawling out from under chunks of building. Quickly, the front two gunners took him out with a spray of .50 gunfire. Between blast areas, they always found a few people clinging to life. At this point, there would be no helping them, and each one was shot. They continued combing the area for another 3 hours, but at the end, all life that had once been in this area, a population of nearly 12,000, was extinquished, along with all forms of housing and civilization.

OOC: Is there no one willing to respond to this sort of controversy anymore?

ooc: Really. In my screwed-up head, people don't usually ignore the torching of an entire neighborhood.
Reserved for future post.

OOC: See??? He ^ understands that!!!