NationStates Jolt Archive

After many years of being forced into hiding by allied forces from the WWA and ViZion, the organization of Angelic Freedom was not detered from finishing what they had started. Immediately that set to work to devise new schemes on destroying the top worse nations in the world, to the Pernicious Blonde Shadow, these were Jarridia and ViZion. They were never to be forgiven for the destruction they placed on the world, and the helpless nations the engulfed and the many people they mudered. Angelic Freedom's sole purpose was to bring these two nations to their knees, which was almost accomplished, except this Acigoo could not be captured in time from the lakes in Phalanix. However, things have changed and the reemurgence of the Shadow's beloved organization was drawing near. With a new support system and a new home, she could operate every action with ease and this time, they would not fail......

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The televions across the world suddenly cut off, a quick flicker of the screen revealed a dark figure, but only the outline of a female body could be seen with long flowing blonde hair. The slender figure stood quietly before speaking with a blocked voice.

"We have returned. Angelic Freedom has risen again and we will not stop until our task is complete. I have waited for this day to come for many years, and you will all face the wrathe that we have instore for you. Your nations will crumble and your people will moan with pain and fear. Fear is all you will have to hold sacred. Do not try to foil our plans because they are already in action. It is too late to increase your security, because we are already deep within your borders. You know who you are, and we will not stop. Let the fun and games begin...."

She paused for a brief second, moving out of the way and revealing a small child behind her..."This child is from ViZion...speak your name child" she commanded.

The child shrieked, "Mommy..Daddy...please" he was cut off as a whip cracked across his back. The tears could be seen pouring out of his eyes.

The Shadow responded, "Our fun will start here. This child must die."

She nodded at the henchman by the child who picked him up and strapped him to the chair, he wiggled to try and get free as he shrieked and screamed. They tilted his head back as they forcefully poured Hydrochloric Acid into his mouth....screams were soon muffled by the gargle of the flesh being eaten away and body being deteriorated. A close-up showed the severe burns and missing flesh of the child's face and throat before the screen finally went completely black.

Kelly turned beet red in anger as the boy's mouth was filled with the acid, the deafening screams and blood curtling shrieks coming from him. She was flustered over this, everyone shedding tears, yelling, cursing Angelic Freedom.

"Who's child was that?" she wondered aloud, "And where did this happen at?"

She began to break down crying.

After a few moments, she was able to regain control of her emotions. "We must stop this. Get me on the phone with someone... ANYONE over in Jarridia."

Rrrrrriiiiing... Rrrrrriiiiing... Rrrrrriiiiing....

OOC: Is this MT, PMT or what?

IC: "The very depths of humanity." President-King Sarinon felt disgusted at the video and shook his head. "Depravity in the name of freedom."

"My Lord. What will you do?" An aide asked.

"Hmm." A hand stroked the beardless chin of the leader of Coredia. "We will contact ViZion and offer our assistance. Then we will figure out how to eliminate this organization, even if we have to employ magical means..."

OOC: If it's purely MT/PMT, I'll keep the magic elements completely out. It's just a suggestion.

IC:
To: the nation of ViZion.
From: President-King Sarinon, leader of the The Imperial Republic of Coredia.

We have heard your plight and we wish to assist. Please reply ASAP.

OOC: It's MT

OOC: It's MT
OOC: Alright. Normal troops and weapons then. BTW, edited.

To: the nation of ViZion.
From: President-King Sarinon, leader of the The Imperial Republic of Coredia.

We have heard your plight and we wish to assist. Please reply ASAP.
We would greatly accept any aid you can send us in tracking down these terrorists and rid our nation and all others of Angelic Freedom!

Thank you!

OOC: I'm at work so crappy replies, sorry.

The Imperial Republic of Hataria has put a reward of $2,000,000,000,000 for The Head of Pernicious Blonde Shadow, who ever she is.


LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!

The phone rang on Kasilyn's desk, her secretary walked over and picked it up, "Presidential Office, this is Rachel, how can I help you?....oh yes, I will get her at once."

Rachel quickly went into the board room where the President and the entire cabinet had been witness to the atrocity in ViZion. Kasilyn had been witness to these attacks before, but still they felt gut-wrenching.

"Ms. President." Rachel said calmly, trying not to interrupt, "The leadership of ViZion is on the phone, wishing to speak with you."

Kasilyn nodded and headed towards the phone, certainly unsure of what to say, but she tried to contain herself, "I'm sorry for this tragedy. Its unfortunate, especially since it is something that happens so often. We were so close to defeating Angelic Freedom, and now she has returned."

As it was every week day, the news conference held by the public face of the Empire started promptly at 11 am. The usual questions were asked ranging from worker troubles in the Pfizel district, to the revelation that Congressman Smithe was accepting kickbacks for mining safety inspection passes, to the recent revolutionary uprisings around the globe.

“… which of course we can’t let happen,” continued Janus. “The sanctity of property and the safeguarding of contractual obligations are important to all of us here, and we realize it’s a balancing act to get everything to come together, but we’re confident that this is well under control.” Sir Sanguine looked around the group of seated people in front of him and pointed to the next reporter. “Next, please.”

The older woman with dirty blonde hair stood up from her chair and identified herself, “Helen Williams, Associated Press. A video recently surfaced in Vizon that depicts the graphic execution of a young child. I was wondering if the OS would like to comment on it?”

The suited man at the podium chuckled softly and smiles warmly at the reporter. “See, that is a softball question. David,” Janus said, glancing over at the native mainlander amid a chorus of soft laughter, “you could learn something from this young woman.”

“I have not yet viewed the tape, but it has been brought to my attention by the region’s undersecretary of state. Judging by his report, I don’t think I particularly want to. I’d like to take a moment to thank those of you who received a copy and did not air it. We hold freedom of speech dear around here, but as we all know, with that freedom comes a certain degree of responsibility and … well, let’s just call it taste.

“The Sovereign received a brief on the situation this morning along with her other news updates. She, of course, was deeply disturbed by the thought that this group, Angelic Freedom, would torture and murder a child.” Janus sighed and scratched his head, taking off his glasses and again looked around the room.

“Listen, we do a lot of things in the name of freedom. We abide by a lot of things in the name of granting others their freedoms. We sit up here and preach about the freedom of speech, and the freedom of expression, and the freedom from tyranny, and the freedom to bear arms, and the freedom to spend money the way we want. Too often we completely ignore the single most important freedom we, as human beings, deserve – and that is the freedom to simply be alive.

“That a group would dare call themselves freedom fighters in one breath and murder children in the next, is a mockery of everything that freedom truly represents. A group calling itself ‘angelic’ as it wantonly commits terrorism and tortures innocent people is as perverse as it is disturbing.

“Official policy on the situation has not been set by the Empress. I can fairly well guarantee that Vizon, and the Westwood Alliance will have, at the minimum, our full cooperation rooting out this depraved organization. It would be a safe bet to say any assistance requested by either party would be quickly approved. I’m planning on having a meeting with Director Demitri tomorrow morning and this group will come up in our discussions.”

An aide approached the podium as the viceroy’s statement wound down and whispered something into his ear.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m scheduled to have lunch with several OS brass today and I’m afraid I’m pushing the proverbial envelope for time. Have a good afternoon. See you all tomorrow.”

The Shadow enjoyed every bit of the hollow threats posed by all the different nations that attempt to rise against her. Nations like the 'Sovereign Heights' had no clue what they were getting themselves involved in, and for that, they would pay dearly. As far as the Shadow was concerned, if any nation sided with ViZion, Jarridia, or the WWA, then they were no better and would therefore lose.

She sat in her throne likle structure in an unknown location, grinning happily as she watched the acidic execution of the ViZionarian boy over and over again. She couldn't help but feel that tingle of happiness flow down her spine. She knew that more would come, and that the task would be long and arduous, but she would be gratified once it was finished and she sat above all enemies with total and utter control. No longer did it seem that she was merely gearing for terror attacks, but it looked as if she may be attempting to overthrow governments (Secret IC) and set up her own global empire of death and destruction. This time she knew it was either succeed or fail. There would be no escaping to distant Artitsa or Smithsillian mountains.

At that she flipped off the television and glared at her second in command.

"Well? Are things ready for our next move?" she scoffed.

"Yes, your majesty. From the recent reports our effort in Sovereign Heights are now under way."

"Excellent!" she grinned, "I can't wait for this."

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Small Community (c. 5.000 pop.) in the vicinity of the SH capital city

It was a foggy and muggy day in this randomly chosen community. The AFPF (Angelic Freedom Peace Forces) had been within the country for months preparing for what would be a multitude of different strikes. Sovereign Heights had never been much of a threat to what the Shadow had planned, but she felt that just to be cautious, SH should be brought down to, or atleast internally injured. It was 8:23 a.m. when the men left their hotel room. They didn't look like a strange bunch, dressed as business men just trying to stay out of the hustle and bustle of the capital city. They nodded at the desk clerk as they left, and smiled and waved back hollering 'Have a nice day now!"

The jumped in their unmarked rental car. They had removed the plates as soon as they crossed into SH as not to raise and question or leave a trail. In about 10 minutes from the moment of embarkation they arrived in front of a rather large schoolhouse. It was one that condensed all graded into one (from elementary to high school). In total there were 9 men. Two went inside, while the other 7 quickly gathered materials and set up shop around the parameter. The school bell rang at 9 and the 2 men that entered the building went to the front desk. The receptionist looked at them and asked, "Hello. How can I help you gentlemen today?" Neither responded, one of them grabbed her by the face, trying to keep her from screeching and slit her throat. Her lifeless body laying draped over the desk. The other grabbed his gun and swiftly entered the principals office and told him that they had a bomb and would be using it to blow the building and all its contents to nothingness. The principal gasped and was then ushered out into the hallway.

Suddenly, and without warning the fire alarm was set off. The men inside quickly executed the principal for decieving them, even though they were unsure of how the alarm got tripped. As the children filled the halls to evacuate, the two men rushed back inside the office to prepare the bomb. To the surprise of the children, upon leaving the building, they were immediately met with gunfire that penetrated their little bodies and sent screams throughout every single person. The fire drill continued to shriek as the chilrend abruptly turned to enter the building and hide from the gunfire that continued to ring out, but as soon as they turned, an explosion ripped through the building causing it to collapse to entirety, and sending body parts flying about and landing in lawns and in the street. With sirens blaring from the approaching fire trucks, the men with guns quickly reassembled in the vehicle and sped off, hoping to escape before security forces could catch them.

Panic was hitting Hataria with The News of The Attack in Sovereign Heights. With Terror attacks like The Murders all over Hataria and The HatarCong Attack on The Cravenian Embassy, this rise in Terror Attacks Caused The Imperial Senate to act.

The Poilce Forces were soon garuding Schools all over The Nation, as The Shang-Tao (Hatarian Secert Police) and The Hatarian Spy Net were searching for Angelic Freedom 24/7 and All Public Places were crawling with Imperial Garudsmen.

AF or any terrorist Group would have Trobble with going after any Target, even Kids.

Colderon sat in his office, nay his home watching the scenes of the attack. His eyes barely visable as he cupped his hands over his nose and mouth, no out of disgust but out of thought. As a weapons manufacturing company he was interested in one thing...sells.

Wth the rise of a terror group came the rise of the oppertunity. Small arms, bombs, and WMD's all sellable and made for profit. Not o mention a good way to test some new toys in development...

Colderon swivledaround in his chair and pressed a small red button. As it lite up a dry robotic voice came over the intercom.

" Yes Colderon?"

" Prepare a letter... I have a busniess propositon for someone..."

Colderon proceed to speak..



Dear " Shadow ",

My name is Colderon Jason Zion, CEO of Raven corps, I am getting in contact with you to see if you would be interested in some real fire power. We here at Raven Corps have some new items that are in need of power placment testing. As we would normally do this ourselves, we have figured that you and your followers could do this just as well while providing valuable in field testing. We know the weapons work we just need to know how powerfull they really are. The choice is yours.... You can stick to your pipe bmbs and your AK-47's, but if you really want your messge to get out.... nothing says " Die" like a 1 gallon bomb of Nemesis-9 strain x...


Colderon
CEO Raven corps

Port Scheumer was a hellish place that seemed to be constantly enshrouded by fog from the Bay of Poseidon. To the trained eye however, the foggy smoke and ozone belched out by the heavy industrial plants that pervaded the city was corrosive to the very soul of its workers. Those that could afford it moved north, up wind of the city, and resided on the beaches up to fifty miles away and kept their car windows up during the commute.

Half an hour outside the largest city in the protectorate, sleepy Morriarte Cove was home to the well-to-do upper middle class. Their lawns were manicured, their parks were pristine, and their children, unlike most on the mainland, went to school. The ubiquitous ‘civil protection’ force universal to Sovereign Heights was better equipped and better trained than most as well, so when a fire alarm was pulled at a local Christian private school, a single fire truck was dispatched. If one were to play the odds, it was going to be a false alarm – but today was not a typical day.

When truck was less then half a block away, the men inside could hear soft pops edging out from under the blaring siren. Flipping several switches, the driver turned off the loud warning siren and listened. Every citizen of the protectorate knew the sound of gunfire. The fire fighter dropped protocol completely as he picked up the radio and yelled, “we have shots fired. I repeat: someone is shooting up the school!”

As the fire truck pulled up to the curb it, the men saw two terrorists rushing for an unmarked car and speed off. The firefighters jumped out and began running towards the carnage to deliver medical aide when the concussion blow of an explosion slammed into them. The news reached the regional police command center in seconds.

“Deploy everyone!” yelled Colonel Roberts. “Get the on the streets. I want roadblocks on every major route away from Morriarte. Alert Mayor Scheumer. Tell him to close the boarder. Put out an APB on this car! Get the public broadcast system to put out a description of the car. Someone get me Demitri on the line!”

In less than 20 minutes the bridges over the Sanguine River, the only way back over the boarder, were closed. Hastily setup road blocks failed to catch the terrorists, and satellite imagery, combed over by central intelligence, had lost the vehicle as it had passed into downtown Scheumer. The hunt for the assassins all came down to a phone call by a hotel valet.

Almost six hours after the bombing, the 2nd Company of the Scheumer Battalion, Black Guard Division discretely surrounded the Flores Hotel. Breach teams were sent up to the third floor. Executive Director Catharine Demitri had given them their orders herself. There would be no polite knock. No negotiation. No warning. The first sign the terrorists had of the strike force was a soft beep at their door as the keycard reader unlocked the heavy deadbolt one fraction of a second before the door was kicked open violently.

The point man rushed into the room and turned right as the rest of his fire team poured into the room. Terrorists, suprized by the suddenness, grabbed for their weapons. One reached across the coffee table in front of him as he was shot in the side of the head. The second ran towards the window where his assault rifle was propped up against the wall and fell as a three round burst struck him in the lower back.

As the team secured the room, they radioed for medics to enter and they discovered just how close, and just how dedicated the terrorists were.

“… this tragedy.” Continued the TV news anchor. “Mayor Scheumer has already pledged to rebuild the school with money from his own funds.

“We’re getting an update in at this time, and I would like to go to our correspondent Molly Day who is standing outside the Flores Hotel in downtown Port Scheumer. Molly.”

The picture shifted from stock images of press conferences and fire fighters at the school to a reporter standing in front of several APCs parked in front of a high rise building. “Hi Diane, as you said, I’m standing in front of the Flores Hotel where just moments ago, soldiers from the blackguard division raided a hotel room they say was occupied by two terrorists who had taken part in the Our Sisters of Mercy bombing. According to our sources, one terrorist was killed in the raid. We happened to see that terrorist being loaded into the back of an ambulance and being taken away, judging by the way the paramedics were hovering over him and the IVs that had been hooked to him, I can safely say that the man we saw was definitely not dead.

“If these reports are correct, that means that in addition to the two bombers who killed themselves in the blast, one has been killed here in a police raid and one has been captured alive.

“We have also received a report that the Scheumer Police Bomb Squad is upstairs disabling what the military has called a ‘fail safe device.’ We have been told by sources that would wish to remain anonymous that this device is actually a second bomb but that the terrorist was unable to trigger it before he was subdued. This would indicate that all four members of the cell had made plans to kill themselves before being captured by authorities.

“I’ll get more details to you as I get them Diane.”

“That is at the same time both good news and a very chilling development Molly, as you all know we will continue to follow this story for as long as it takes. Stay tuned for more updates and the official government press conference in just under two hours now as we go to commercials.”

Three days later the searing trauma of the attack began slipping into the dull thumping pain of a migraine. An investigation into what was coming to be called the “Our Sisters of Mercy Massacre” was being conducted, and all indications were of a massive failure on the boarder.

Of the 83 students and 15 staff in the school, 12 had been shot fatally and another 15 corpses had been pulled from the rubble. Another 8 were simply missing. A miracle had saved more than a dozen children; as the building came down they had been in a stairwell, executing the part assigned to them in the fire drills. The principal, Father Richard Gallom and several ordained nuns were among the dead.

Outrage over the attack was universal, and the nationalistic Sovereigns were demanding blood. The night of the attack, the wounded terrorist had to be flown out of the hospital he was confined to when an estimated 200 protesters stormed the building in an attempt to kill the murderer.

Questions abounded over how the cell had managed to infiltrate the boarder so readily, and the Director Demitri was dishing the fallout as well as she was taking it. How did four, armed, unregistered persons cross the boarder in an unregistered vehicle with two bombs?

Surveillance from the boarder crossing where the car had passed was damning, and the platoon that had manned it had been arrested. Its Lieutenant had already been vilified by the press. The guards who had actually waved it through had already been charged with negligence and dereliction of duty. They were looking at the death penalty if they were actually prosecuted for letting the cell through, and the hue and cry over the attack made it practically guaranteed.

As soon as the terrorist had stabilized, he would be tortured for information regarding his contacts. It would fill in the blanks, and it would give the army a place to start from. An act of war had been committed on Sovereign soil, and the protectorate did not take aggression lightly. Already requests had been made to the government of Vizion, the WWA, and a high-ranking delegation was flying to the United Kingdom of Questers to secure all the intelligence they could get from their allies. It was just a matter of time until Sovereign forces began to dismantle Angelic Freedom.

There is a funny thing about being the absolute monarch of a powerful nation however; an Empress does not go forth into the realm of her mortal subjects. So when the sovereign herself, Empress Amy Winters the Third did not simply request to attend the memorial service to the fallen, but rather demanded to go, the ceremony was brought to her.

After rescue efforts had ceased, hundreds of people from the Schumer suburbs were flown to Winters City where, in the presence of the international media, grieving relatives, and delegations from all over the country, the Empress – whose divine presence was never filmed – delivered a touching eulogy in person and vowed that the world would never be safe for murderers.

Even months after the reclamation had begun and the capitol city of Paladin moved to the small recently built army base of Glass Lake, ironicly built right next to one of the many impact zones where the desert floor was turned to glass by the missiles that were once intended to defend it, and the newly elected president Trent Feilding had begun to get comfortable.
That morning the usual briefings on the last remaining acigoo (first generation acigoo) lake had taken slightly longer with the recent evolution of a new species and the military's request for more PRG systems and troops to help deal with the new threat.
"Fine fine, just keep that god forsaken lake contained. I've seen the after action reports of survivors of the first and second acigoo wars as well as the reports from back when that lake had formed," Feilding said to the officer in charge of the lake defense, "Now let's continue this god awful joke."
One of the other officers stepped forth and spoke, "Sir, the terrorist organization Angelic Freedom has resurfaced. As you might know they are responsible for the formation of the acigoo lakes in North Paladin, East Paladin, and Central Paladin as well as several other radical attacks in the nations of ViZion and Jarridia."
"And explain to me how this effects us, I mean we've gone from top of the first world nations to a fourth world nation!" Feilding shouted, cutting off the officer.
"Well...um, assuming you know that the past Military Council had enlisted the help of this organization to cause these lakes to form," the officer continued.
"And that was why the council was dissolved, now get to the bloody point."
"Sorry sir, Intel has suggested keeping an eye on the situation as well as watching out for any cells within our boarders," the officer finished, uninterrupted this time."
"Fine do it, however I want the Main Guard prepared for the possibility of one of their attacks."

((Glad to see you're back, seems I have a reason to come out and play again. ))