NationStates Jolt Archive

Hiro Ando V, a 21 year old college student whose interests lay in history, politics, sports, parties, and, of course topping the list, good looking ladies, is a the Great Great Great Grandson of Hiro "Chiefy" Ando - the greatest of all Presidents in ViZion's long and lustful history.

Since he cannot attend the storied ViZion City University - ViZion's oldest and more prestigious university before ViZion City, five years ago, came upon foreign control during the Civil War - he is now attending the New ViZionarian University in New ViZion, ViZion. New ViZion is located in north-eastern Tunisia, along the coastline.

The New ViZionarian University has a beautiful, sprawling campus that housed 130,000 students. NVU's primary subjects were Politics, History, Business, and, to top things off, was among the top party schools in ViZion, and had, for the past three years, the top football and baseball program in ViZion.

However, on this day, as Hiro walked the campus at 2:31 PM with some friends, things were about to change for him.

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"Holy fuck!" yelled Josh, one of Hiro's friends, as they, and four more friends, were walking to English 290.

"Oh, give it a break, will ya?" Rick said, giving Josh a push. Usually, these "Holy fucks" just meant Josh was about to spill a bunch of lies, hoping to syke his friends out.

"No, serious!" Josh exclaimed, "Something just happened at City Hall!" he said, shoving the tiny ear buds to Rick, "Listen!!" he demanded. Rick sighed and rolled his eyes, "I don't know why I'm actually gonna listen to probably hear some stupid hoe singing the opera." he said. Josh slickered for a second, "Ya, I'd gotten you good there, huh..." he said before bursting out with a couple quick laughs before realizing the importance of the news broadcast, "Hey, hey, hey! You seriously gotta listen! Somethin's goin down at the hall damnit!"

Rick listened, and his annoyed expression on his face started to morph. He started to get a worried look on his face, "What the fuck... dude..." he thought aloud.

Everyone looked at him intently, "What, WHAT?!" asked Tod, "What's going on?" he asked again impatiently. Rick gave one ear bud to Tod and the other to Hiro.

The both listened in...

...loud! My god, what is going on in here? The gunfire is continuing!

For those of you just tuning in, just half an hour ago, three explosions from within the New ViZion City Hall disturbed the business-like atmosphere of the surrounding area. Shortly after, within a moment infact, reports of gunfire began coming in. We have just arrived moments ago to find that half of the building is collapsed, while screams and gunfire are being heard from within. Police have the area blocked off, however they have yet to enter the building. Three attempts have been made, however they have come under fire from rocket launchers within the building.

We are trying to fi...

A loud explosion preluded a split second before by a blinding light and flames, could be heard through the ear buds.

What the hell? There has been just a massive explosion, I can't seen anything, dust is engulfing us, we can't see anything.

Coughing could be heard through the ear buds, a clear sign that the thick dust was making it hard to breath.

In the ensuing couple moments, as the dust began to settle and people could begin to see, panic arose as the City Hall had been completely destroyed. It was gone, nothing but rubble remained.

OOC: This story is leading upto a RP...

The Emperor was stretched out in a hammock, enjoying the late summer breezes coming in off the coast of the Great Sea when he heard a commotion up near the guest house on the grounds of the Royal Retreat. 'What the fuck is it now?', he thought.

A lone Palace guard was hurrying down to him, a slip of paper in his hand. "Alaric, we just picked this up off the airwaves. It concerns ViZion."

ViZion? They'd been quiet for years. Some kind of internal problems, but they were stable. He snatched the note out of the guard's hand, read it, and when his shoulders slumped, the guard knew it was something serious.

"A fucking nuclear sub has gone AWOL under the command of a rogue naval officer, and people are being shot at in one of their major cities. A gunbattle has ensued after an explosion collapsed one of their buildings." Alaric thought furiously for a minute. "Soldier, get hold of the commanders in the MedSea Theatre and have them give me an up-to-the-minute report on our readiness status. Get a message to Lord Strickland. I need his input here. He's our most experienced commander in situations in and around the MedSea."

"You mean Prince John, of course."

Alaric flashed a brief smile. He had almost forgotten that he had rewarded Gen. Strickland with his own nation, The Protectorate of the Isles of Xeraph.

" Yes, yes, the Prince. And have Ricala position his OBPs over the entire Mediterranean region. I wanna know what's happening."

The guard was turning to go, when Alaric yelled, "Hold up a minute there, soldier. Get a message to whoever is running ViZion these days that we're here for them. Whatever they need, just let us know."

"Aye, sir."

HIMS Granton Virginia class attack sub, 78 NM from New ViZion City, ViZion

Commander Ronald McAfee, arrived on deck. He saluted his XO, "Giive it to me Bob."
"Ron, we have picked up a radio broadcast from New ViZion."

"Let me hear it."

"Aye"

"By the Goddess, Mother of All! What the Hell is going on there?"

" I don't know sir"

McAfee turned to a petty officer, "Get me SEACOMM now"

Imperial Military Command Center, Nieburg, Findan

Vice Admiral Marquis Sir Wallace Burlington quickly hurried into the War Room in the IMCC.
"Sir," said his aide, a Commander, "Here's the tansmission the Granton picked up in the Med."

"I think the Emperor should know about this."

"I'll get him on the line for you, sir" said an Imperial Marine Master Seargent.

Minister's Room, the Imperial Palace, Granton, Findan

"So its starting," said Emperor Samuel III, "luckily Parliament will get the bill of allaince to me today." He turned to his Press Secretary, "Jeannie, IIt's time to address the nation."

"Yes, your Majesty, Two O'Clock Granton time work?"

"Yes it does."

"I arrange it."

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Kahanistan General Staff

President Marcellus Valens yielded the floor to Defense Minister Nora Kasagawa. The tall Asian woman stepped up to the podium and spoke to the General Staff.

"As you know, there have been terrorist attacks in ViZion's African territories. We have reason to believe that New Vizion City's City Hall was destroyed by a rogue vessel commander in the pay of a foreign power, possibly a CAD state that backed Villian's coup in the ViZion Civil War."

"You can't seriously expect us to risk war with MassPwnage again, can you?" asked an admiral. The Pwnage Air Force had moved around Kahanistanian airspace at will during the last war, and only the negotiations of then-Defense Minister Valens had prevented the destruction of Kahanistan after a CAD victory in ViZion.

"It would be bad enough to be invaded by CAD again, but we're under a Kraven invasion, how are we going to even get troops out?" asked a general. "How do we even move troops through the Kraven blockade? They have our fleet pinned in, do you just expect us to move through the ships?"

"We do have a significantly more powerful air force than Kraven," said Kasagawa. "We can maintain air superiority and still divert some air support to the ViZionarians."

"But against MassPwnage?" asked the first general. "We may have improved our air defenses, but to deliberately court invasion by attacking them again... we cannot match their technology. Our first responsibility has to be to our own civilian population."

"We cannot bow to international terrorism," responded the admiral. "If we refuse to stand up for those who need help for fear of this kind of atrocity, then we are saying that we will yield to terrorism. I, for one, am for intervening."

"You would kill 20 million of our people to stop a threat we do not even know exists?" replied the general. "I understand that ViZionarian lives are no less valuable than Kahanistanian lives, but one's life must be more valuable than another's freedom..."

"That's a disgraceful way to think. It's people like you who are the reason there is still slavery in the world in the 21st century."

The general reached for his pistol. I'm going to put a hole in this idiot's head, let some air get to his brain. A cold female voice spoke from behind him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said. The voice was from the President's guard commander. She was holding her sidearm on the general. He looked sheepish, then angrily shoved his weapon back into its holster. The Major smiled softly and followed suit. "Wise decision."

Kasagawa interrupted the argument before the general could say something nasty to the admiral. "We will deploy one air fleet, one hundred planes. Five wings, three fighter wings, one bomber wing, and one transport wing. The planes will be mobilized, but will only intercede once we are certain of who is behind these attacks. In the meantime we will focus our forces on repelling the Kraven invasion. Conduct SAM drills to prepare for Pwnage invasions. Tell the fleet to be on alert, CAD may attack us now that we're diverted facing Kraven."

Hiro, Josh, Rick, and their three friends rushed to Josh's caer, an old but servicable station wagon that smelled like someone had puked in it because, well, someone did after drinking a wee bit to much.

"Dude, I fucking told you to get that smell outta here or get a new fucking car!" yelled Rick, rolling down his window to get some free air. "Ya, when you give me some money. All my money is paying for my food, housing, and this place! Josh exclaimed, pointing to the center of the campus.

"C'mon guys, lets get down there!" Hiro said. "See what the hell is going on!"

As they rushed into town, they had their radio tuned to the news. As they were passing by a military recruitment center, however, traffic stopped them, rush hour was just starting to set in, and it would take some time to get to the Hall.

"Hey guys... what's wrong with this picture?" Rick asked, pointing to a man walking into the recruitment office wearing heavy cloths. As they all looked, confused as to why someone would be wearing heavy clothing on a day like today - boiling hot to the point air conditioning barely helped - gunfire was heard, followed by an explosion that ripped through the office and the surrounding offices in the building.

The explosion was so forceful that it not only blew our their car windows, but blew the car over on its top and across the street into another car. "Holy fucking hell, what the fuck?!?!" screamed Rick as the car caught on fire. "Get out, get out!!" yelled Hiro, scrambling to get his seatbell undone and breaking out the rear windows.

As everyone finally made it out, the car's gastank caught on fire, causing a massive explosion, throwing them aside like rag dolls. "We gotta get to my place... gather the weapons, get my dad, get our vehicle. I bet you ANYTHING... the rebells are striking us." While they were right, many people were in the belief that these were terrorist strikes sponsored by the CAD and others who were planning the occupation of the African claims. Little did they know, however, that there were 15 other bombings just like this following the City Hall bombing at nearly the same time, and similar events were taking place in any other ViZionarian cities across Africa as well, striking malls, police stations, military stations, and other civilian and non-civilian buildings.

THE FOLLOWING IS ENCONDED AND IS TOP SECRET
TO ALL IMPERIAL MILITARY FORCES

BY THE ORDERS OF HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY SAMUEL III, OUR FORCES ARE AS OF 1300 HOURS GRANTON STANDARD TIME AT DEFCON TWO. THIS CAN BE CONSIDERED A WAR WARNING. HOSTILIES MAY BE INITIATED WITH LITTLE OR NO WARNING. REPEAT THIS IS A WAR WARNING.

SIR HAROLD PARSONS, FOR THE JOINT CHIEFS OF STAFF

END

HIMS Granton77 NM from New ViZion City, ViZion

Commander Ron McAfee saw the messege. A not formed in his stommach.
"Ron, what is it?" asked his XO Lt.Commander Robert Gonzalez
Wordlessly McAfee handed Gonzalez the TWX.

"Shit. This can't be good. We had better tell the crew."

"Yes, Bob we better." McAfee walked from the Officer's Mess to the bridge. He picked up the microphone and said, "Y'all this your skipper speaking. I've just got a messge from the IMCC. It says that we are now on DEFCON three. just wanted to let y'all know."

The teletype machine clicked away again. He picked up the messege

To HIMS Granton: ROUGE VIZIONIAN SUB THOUGHT TO BE IN YOUR AREA. YOU ARE AUTHERIZED TO SHOOT UPON CONTACT.
GOOD HUNTING
ADM. PHILLIP PIPES, SUBCOM

"Shit," McAfee said louder than he intended. He picked up the mic once again "Y'all now here this SUBCOM says that a rouge ViZionian sub is operating in our area. We are to shoot and sink on contact."

He said to his driver, "Take us down to 1000 meters, this SOB is probably runnin' deep and ahead 1/3"

"Aye, aye skipper."

Press Room, Imperial Palace, Granton

As soon as Emperor Samuel III walked into the room flashbulbs started to go off. He began, "My fellow Findanians, today I have signed a treaty of allaince with ViZion. This is an historic moment for us all. We have a duty to help ViZionians throw off their occupeirs and live in a free country. This may cost lives, but freedom is always worth it. Right now I ask that your thoghts and prayers be with our troops who soon might be seeing combat..." He went on for thirty minutes. "...Questions?"

"Dan Coggs Granton Times, Is it true that we have upgraded to DEFCON TWO?"
"Yes"
Questioning went on for several minutes.

Arn-Maciska, UIKM, the Covenant

Ma'am, this is the latest cable from Santa Barbara...
"ViZion...?" Valdir said aloud, "haven't heard from them in a while... except for that stuff Le'Varre has been fielding."
Silence reigned for a few minutes.
"Ma'am?" the aide asked when the Minister showed no signs of stirring.
"This is a separate matter from the tangle of the occupations," Valdir pronounced. "This is a clear terrorist strike against civilians. And that doesn't need parliamentary sanction to handle..."

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Official Statement

His Most Serene Majesty's government condemns in the strongest possible terms the heinous terrorist attacks against innocent men, women, and children in ViZionarian Africa.

These attacks are monstrous and barbaric crimes committed not only against the victims, but against all the people of ViZion, and against all humanity.

There can be no justification for this conduct.

- MEA

As chaos began to erupt throughout the streets of New ViZion, all forms of motorized transportation were forced to a halt. No busses, no taxi's, nothing. As such, the six had to trek through the streets and back alleys of this now-dangerous city. Civil unrest could barely describe the scene here, wherewith people screaming, yelling, fighting, weapon stores being raided and weapon caches being overran.

It took the six guys nearly two hours to reach the Ando's residence, whose gates had been since locked up and the family armed. As they went around back, Hiro called the house number and, after three calls, finally got an answer to tell them they needed in.

Ten minutes later, Hiro IV as well as Hiro III, had finished arming the six boys, while Stormer, one of the families three M1A2 tanks which were stored under the house, was filled up with food, water, weapons, and ammunition.

Hiro had never expected that his fathers training on this tank, and the various weapons now surrounding him, would have ever had to pay off like this. But, unfortunately, it seemed it would as he drove the tank off of the family residence with his five friends, father, and grand father.

Their first plan of action? Rounding up some friends before heading back into the city. At night without power.

As Hiro and Josh continued to listen to the news as the tank rolled down the streets of suburbia Hillcrest, breaking news was announced about a Jarridian mobilization.

"Hey dad! They're saying Jarridia is mobilizing! Do ya think that means more will follow? Are they coming here to help us with the rebels? Or what?" Hiro said, almost in a demanding tone. "I don't know Hiro. I sure hope they are going to send aid here to help us stop before all hell breaks loose.." Hiro IV said in an exhausted note.

"Sir?" Josh asked to Hiro IV, "I think Jarridia will come and aid us. I really do. They wouldn't leave us to fall like this... would they?" he asked. Hiro IV only replied, "Josh... I don't wish to sound cynical, but alliances are a strange thing. Will they aid us? I would like it, but do I believe they will? Probably not."

The reports were now coming in at a rate of one every minute or so. Alaric decided that he would stay out of the rogue sub situation. There were more than enough nations involved, all fully capable of dealing with it. No, his main concern was with the internal situation in ViZion. Jarridia's mobilization could also be a response, but just in case, he decided to move.

"Captain, our navy in the MedSea is at high alert, correct?"

"Yessir. Xeraph, Black Shadows, and the Katanas are within 36 hours of ViZion, excepting the WarHammer Battle Group already berthed there. The Empire has approximately 72 ships in the area, including 12 carriers with a total complement of about 100 fighters. The WHBG is 38 ships total, 5 carriers with 60-70 fighters per carrier."

"Very good. Inform President Branham that we will be deploying 21 of those ships to their territorial waters. Include 6 of the Battle Carriers. I want the Rattlesnakes at pre-scramble alert 24/7. The others are to remain 24-36 hours out. Order the Royal Marines at Camp ViZ into battle gear. Full armor, level-two armament. I don't think we'll need the lasers or flame-throwers at this point. There are only 200 or so of them on ViZion soil, so I don't want them thrown into the middle of a civil situation unless Branham requests it. Order the mobilization of another 2,000 Marines and Troopers to be transferred from the Templar base on Cyprus. Matter of fact, have 250 of the Templar Rangers deployed as well. That'll give us almost 2,500 troops available for a police action should it come to that. Get a message to Jarridia that we'll coordinate with them if they decide to intervene."

"Yessir. No Pythons, sir?"

"Pythons? What the fuck, Captain, we don't want to bomb our allie's cities. Just the opposite."

"Yessir. Got it."

Mary Tyson, a reporter for The Undergrounders News Network, stood in the streets of New ViZion, the scene behind her chaotic with gun battles taking place just across the street from her as she continually took over as rounds were shot off.

As you can see behind me, the streets of New ViZion have become a war zone! she shouted, trying to be heard by the camera crew over the noise of the fires, explosions, and gunfires bursting out across the city.

The rebels have begun striking here in New ViZion, and reports are that at least two other cities are under such a siege as well. The numbers of the rebels are unknown, but it is clear that there must be thousands here in New ViZion, as the Loyalists fight back to keep the streets of this city under the true ViZionarian Government's control!

Many Loyalists I have talked to today are now calling for the immediate removal of President Kelly, calling her a traitor for not doing anything to help after these attacks began. While it's been just a few hours, not a single press release has been announced, nor has any activity been noted by the government to help safeguard these cities.

I will be... as she continued to speak, a rebel fired from somewhere off of her left, riddling her with assault riffle fire, before she fell off to her right, her lifeless body limp and draining from the many holes. He than ran across the screen, pointing at her and back at the camera, yelling something that could not be heard.

Office of the Minister of External Affairs, Arn-Maciska, UIKM, the Covenant

About the same time as Mary Tyson fell to the ground, a routine meeting was concluding.

"And that concludes that..." Deputy External Affairs Minister Marcus Aldira muttered, crossing a note off in his diary. Across the desk Lady Valdir had paused in gathering her papers and was staring into space, as if she was trying to remember something just on the cusp of recollection.

"Say, Marcus," she said slowly, "About those communiqués that Le'Varre has been fielding..."

"Communiqués... Oh, yes, those; what about them?" Aldira asked, not looking up.

"What do actually they say?" the Minister tilted her head in puzzlement.

Now Aldira looked up, frowning. "Something about a local leader asking for assistance... I think." Valdir pursed her lips and resumed cleaning up her desk.

"I see. Find out at some stage, will you?" she asked curtly.

Aldreset made a note on a slip of paper and tucked it into his already-bulging diary, then looked up. "I'll see what I can do." The Minister's tone and choice of words didn't indicate the matter was urgent; it could wait until tomorrow.

"Ma'am, sir, Cabinet in five," an unobtrusive voice said from the door; the Minister stood, clutching her brief under one arm.

"Thank you Julia," Valdir murmured as she crossed from behind her desk and made for the door. "Walk with me, will you? Now, about this Colonial thing..."

Unfortunately for the ViZionarians, as Aldreset followed his Minister to the Cabinet room, he clipped his hand on the door, which momentarily caused him to loose control of the diary. The slip of paper fluttered out, and fell unheeded to the floor. That evening it was collected by the cleaners, and packed off to a secure recycling centre with the rest of the Ministry's daily paper waste.
It would be a full day before he remembered about it.

As the M1A2 tank rolled through town, crowds of onlookers stared in confusion, seeing a tank roll through their residential streets. As they arrived at Rob Johnson, an old friend of the Ando family and a retired General of the army, Rob rushed out of his home with three others, all heavily armed.

"We'll meet you guys at Lo-5. I'll go notify the others." Rob reported to Hiro IV before the four hurried into the Johnson's garage. As the M1A2 tank rolled off, headed to Lo-5, a heavily-armoured truck burst through the wooden garage door, one of the four men then popping up to man the top-mounted machine gun as it sped off in the opposite direction.

"Son... you and your friends better be ready. This is gonna be a bitch." Hiro IV said to Hiro V. "Yes, sir." Hiro V said in an obeying tone, nodding, then turning to his friends; "We are ready." The five friends all looked at eachother, nodding in agreement.

As they reached Lo-5, an old, abandoned wearhouse in New ViZion's industrial sector, they found four already there, unlocking the weapon caches. Under the floor as well as in the basement, thousands upon thousands of weapons and ammunition was been stockpiled. This wearhouse, while looking old and untouched for years on the outside, had actually been rebuild fully on the inside, using the exterior wearhouse as nothing more than a skin.

The walls had been built up and were now six feet thick of steal and concrete, the floors concrete as well. The interior looked similar to a military base, with weapons and two more tanks.

While Hiro V had never actually been here, his dad had been telling him for years about the various different locations, named Lo-1 through Lo-12.

After pulling their M1A2 in and turned it off, the men instantly sprang upon it to unload.

"Guys, we're going to go get the other two M1A2's from my place. Take care, hopefully they will not find us here." Hiro IV said before turning and heading out with Hiro III to head back home to go get the other two.

As they were heading out, six more men arrived, three with rocket launchers. "Evening, Hiro." one of them said, nodding to Hiro III. "Evening." he returned the comment in acknowledgement.

As the morning sun rose into the sky, the devistation from the nights battles were clear, nearly a quarter of the city on fire, collapsed buildings litter the cityscape.

At 8:08 AM, five M1A2's and three heavily armoured vehicles and 53 people, all heavily armed with rocket launchers and various heavy arms, headed out from Lo-5. Their plan of action was to head into downtown and rally the loyalists, help to organize resistance, and fight back the rebels.

Imperial Palace, Granton, Findan

"Marshal?" asked Emperor Samuel III, "Are our assests in place to go into to ViZion City?"

"Yes your Majesty they are. They will be landing in three hours." said Marshal Grand Duke Sir Geoffry Bavmiera.

"Good, very good. I do not autherize any airstrikes un;ess enemy tanks are spotted otherwise I want to keep civillian causlites to a minimum."

"Aye sir." Said Air Marshal Harold MacMillan

Chamber of Ministers, the Imperial Palace, Granton
The Intellegence Minister Saul Goldberg spoke up,Your Majesty?"
"Yes, Saul?"
"I have here some unconfirmed intell that President Vickinson is dead, killed in th riots that have swept New ViZion City the past few days."
"By the Goddess Mother of All" said the Emperor
"Who's running the store now" asked Defense minister Lord Sir Reginald Cooper
"We don't know" replied Goldberg
"This makes our position vis a vis ViZion most tricky" said Foreign minister Baron Sir Charles Hassahoff
Soon the Chamber became an uproar people yelling at each other.

"ENOUGH!" yelled the Emperor, "Untill we know for sure weather or not she is dead we must slow down. Marshal tell Liuetant General Papadapalous to iniate contact with whomever is incharge."
"Aye your Majesty."

OOC: We can continue this RP in other thread