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OOC: This is the Y-files thread where all NS nations with a paranormal division meet up and deal with strange happenings whether it be keeping flying saucers secret or chasing the ballonman. Any suggestions for the first strange happening? Last note, this meassage is being sent to governments, the civillains are unaware of the organizations mentioned existence. To start us off lets make the first mystery aliens making human/alien hybrids. If you have ideas please tell them so I can put them on the case list. I'll go ahead and put some of my ideas on there.

Members/involved nations:
South Lizasauria
Ri-an
Layarteb
Red Tide2
Theocratic Revolt

Cases:
Alien hybrids
Alien sightings
Zombies
Humans who get exposed to some radiation and somhow acquire some traits animals have
The attack of the banana cult
When alien fluffy bunnies attack
Zombies
Secret AI military project by South Lizasauria
Johny Verbeck's sausage making machine
Thriving Dodos
and other extinct animals
Interdimensional gates
Dodo-dogs


IC:

South Lizasauria is proud to announce that its INTEL paranormal division named "Y-files" (y sounds like 'why' and the organization was founded out of curiosity) has been granted authority to deal with international "strange happenings" We have also started the International Top Secret Paranormal Alliance or ITSPDA for short, I know, we South Lizasaurians suck at coming up wth catchy names...but hey people called us gestopo as their memeories were erased. ;) In this organization we will unover strange mysteries, look for UFO's and prevent people from knowing ect. We already have a case to uncover but if anyone has one please inform us.

OOC: If you go back to the ooc thread, you'll find I made that same suggustion, withoutb the hybrid twist. Easy enough to add in though.

I'll go ahead and get started on the sightings part.
IC:

Somewhere over South Lizasauria just outside a large city...

A great orange glow filled the sky. Anyone observing would be able to tell that much. That would be all they would be able to tell.

Radar, in all its forms, would reveal nothing, a faint tiny blip at the most.

Then the glow subsided. A round flying craft stood in its place. In the blink of an eye, it flashed accross the night sky, to the other side of the city, flying very close to a tall building along the way. Then, it flew upwards, and disappeared.

An investigation of the building it flewby, would reveal that its roof was now blacjened and charred, but otherwise unharmed.

What was it? Aliens? Couldn't be, they didn't exist.

OOC: If you go back to the ooc thread, you'll find I made that same suggustion, withoutb the hybrid twist. Easy enough to add in though.

I'll go ahead and get started on the sightings part.
IC:

Somewhere over South Lizasauria just outside a large city...

A great orange glow filled the sky. Anyone observing would be able to tell that much. That would be all they would be able to tell.

Radar, in all its forms, would reveal nothing, a faint tiny blip at the most.

Then the glow subsided. A round flying craft stood in its place. In the blink of an eye, it flashed accross the night sky, to the other side of the city, flying very close to a tall building along the way. Then, it flew upwards, and disappeared.

An investigation of the building it flewby, would reveal that its roof was now blacjened and charred, but otherwise unharmed.

What was it? Aliens? Couldn't be, they didn't exist.

IC:
The Air force patrols constantly guarding every blocks (terrorism and war are common in South Lizasauria) were ordered to attack the UFO in case it belonged to the First Waver terror group. But it disappeared before a single shell could be fired at it.

Days later it was reported to Wolf Moldy and Jeanine Bony under cheif exucative Butcher.

Jeanine walks in to find her rather strange partner reading comic strip.

A mysterious orange object comes in, then stops and is reaveled as a flying saucer, then a First Waver pops out of the tops of it yelling "INFIDEL!" then the comic ended.

Jeanine: Enjoying comics...

Moldy: Not exactly, did you know that a UFO was sighted in South Lizasauria city, before the police banned these comics I bought one and hid it here...

(The government frequently bans media that breaks censorship laws)

Jeanine was not surprised Moldy is know for breaking rules for the sake of finding the truth.

Jeanine: How are you going to get the case with Butcher? (She knew that his obsession wih extra-terrestials would compell him to get the case)

Moldy:*shreds in in paper shredder* We'll act casual and ask his permission plain and simple.

Shorly after reciving permission to investigate they take the train there.

OOC: The names are supposed to be kinda like the characters in X-files.

OOC: The Empire does have a paranormal division. It is carefully concealed within the Ministry of Intelligence. A small bureau, so to speak, it is staffed by under 200 employees, all of them holding a masters degree or higher in some science. The Bureau of Paranormal Studies is definitely a "black" organization and it is highly secretive. In doing so, the Bureau is secretly engaged with a number of covert operations that have to do, mainly with UFOs. The Empire has, in the past, engaged and shot down several UFOs violating our airspace. Recovery of the downed wreckage is usually kept in very underground, very secretive installations throughout the country and the BPS (as it is called in short) is responsible for oversight of this. The Minister of Intelligence is very keenly aware of the BPS and works to conceal its nature. One prominent member of the BPS is Dr. Donald Bush, a lead scientist for Umbrella Corporation. He has conducted many experiments on both live and dead alien lifeforms, recovered from these crashes. All lifeforms are exterminated though. Dr. Donald Bush is also a member of Majestic, a secret, shadow government within the Empire that is actively planning to overthrow the Emperor and restore democracy to the nation. Those exploits can be found in Ride the Lightning (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=448866). This is just a little background information. I will see it progress a little further so I have an idea where and how to start.

OOC: For the record, I have hinted in RPs that my nation already captured a extraterrestial being(who is roleplayed by me). In this roleplay, that would actually be the thing that caused the goverment to set-up the EPHRT.

IC: Top Secret Message
From: Minister of Research
To: Supreme Commander
Subj: The Guest at Rosenlin*...
"Given the capture of the none-human specimen last week, our scientists, after some testing, have come to the conclusion that this is a being not of this earth. This may be a startling fact, but a worrying fact is that this aliens species might come looking for it. In light of this, I propose that we are to set-up the 'Extraterrestial & Paranormal Hunter/Retrieval Team', or EPHRT. I propose that this be a joint Military and Intellegince effort, with base of operations being the Rosenlin Research Facility and answering directly to the Supreme Commander and the Minister of Research.

I have submitted an attached request of procurement and operation command to this file."
End Message

A few hours later, the Supreme Commander approved the creation of the EPHRT.

OOC2:*Rosenline Research Facility is the most secretive spot in Red Tide. It is also the place where the alien I mentioned earlier is being held and researched on.

OOC: The Empire does have a paranormal division. It is carefully concealed within the Ministry of Intelligence. A small bureau, so to speak, it is staffed by under 200 employees, all of them holding a masters degree or higher in some science. The Bureau of Paranormal Activities is definitely a "black" organization and it is highly secretive. In doing so, the Bureau is secretly engaged with a number of covert operations that have to do, mainly with UFOs. The Empire has, in the past, engaged and shot down several UFOs violating our airspace. Recovery of the downed wreckage is usually kept in very underground, very secretive installations throughout the country and the BPA (as it is called in short) is responsible for oversight of this. The Minister of Intelligence is very keenly aware of the BPA and works to conceal its nature. One prominent member of the BPA is Dr. Donald Bush, a lead scientist for Umbrella Corporation. He has conducted many experiments on both live and dead alien lifeforms, recovered from these crashes. All lifeforms are exterminated though. Dr. Donald Bush is also a member of Majestic, a secret, shadow government within the Empire that is actively planning to overthrow the Emperor and restore democracy to the nation. Those exploits can be found in Ride the Lightning (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=448866). This is just a little background information. I will see it progress a little further so I have an idea where and how to start.

OOC: INTEL is the intelligence agency, it has hidden quarters avery 10 blocks or so to identify terrorists before they attack. INTEL is also for detecing forein secret agents. INTEL has actually partook in genetic experiments with some aliens.

IC:
Moldy:[to civillian] Hey you in the blue shirt!

Civ: Me?

Moldy: Yes you!

Civ:What do you want?

Moldy: *pulls out his INTEL badge* I'm a federal agent, this is my partner Bony, we'd like to ask you some questions... First of all describe the object you reported last night.
Civ: Well this orange object appeaded in the sky and moved too fast to be a patrol, so I called up the police (police and military know what each other are up to because of the way the government was formed) so I asked them to contact the air force and asked what was up and they said that no aircraft matches my description.

Moldy: What happened afterward?

Civ: Well it flew in that direction *points somewhere* pulled up and vanished!

Moldy: Thanks for your time...can you excuse us? *turns to his partner*

(After going a safe distance from the others so no one can hear)

Moldy: This is it proff of alien life.

Jeanine: You say that about everything, even on that one case about the poltergeist in the bathroom.

*Moldy laughs*

Once they arrive, they catch sight of a very odd man. He was dressed in the same style as everyone else, even carried a newspaper under one arm. He had on thick black sunglasses, and a golfing cap, without the little fuzzy ball on top. He also wore a grey trenchcoat.

What was oddest about him, was that his skin was light green. In passing he seemed the same as everyone else, and most people wouldn't even see the green in his skin, but a trained pair of investigators like Jeanine and Moldy would spot it right away.

The man disappeared around a corner.

An alien human hybrid? The truth was out there, somewhere.

OOC: INTEL is the intelligence agency, it has hidden quarters avery 10 blocks or so to identify terrorists before they attack. INTEL is also for detecing forein secret agents. INTEL has actually partook in genetic experiments with some aliens.

OOC: I'm sorry, I don't understand how that relates to my post or were you just quoting it for quote reasons? Not sure if it relates to me at all, if not, then I guess disregard. :)

OOC: Can we please put OOC posts in the OOC thread? Thanks...

OOC: I'm sorry, I don't understand how that relates to my post or were you just quoting it for quote reasons? Not sure if it relates to me at all, if not, then I guess disregard. :)

OOC: Last OOC post hopefully, that was just so you know that covert ops in South Lizasauria would be difficult. ;)

Once they arrive, they catch sight of a very odd man. He was dressed in the same style as everyone else, even carried a newspaper under one arm. He had on thick black sunglasses, and a golfing cap, without the little fuzzy ball on top. He also wore a grey trenchcoat.

What was oddest about him, was that his skin was light green. In passing he seemed the same as everyone else, and most people wouldn't even see the green in his skin, but a trained pair of investigators like Jeanine and Moldy would spot it right away.

The man disappeared around a corner.

An alien human hybrid? The truth was out there, somewhere.

IC:

Moldy pulled out his gun and hid it under his jacket, and began to follow the man, the gun was of course in case he was violent or became violent.

Moldy: You sir?! *his walk slowly becomes a run*

Jeanine: Moldy! Wait! *Chases after Moldy*

The very first UFO that the Empire encountered was almost six years into its establishment. The date was April 26, 1986. At that time, the Empire was still new and still fresh into its conquests, conquests that would last until May of 2006. With over twenty years to go, the people and the government had a future they could never imagine just lying, in waiting, ahead of them. However, it was on that night, over the skies of Pennsylvania, that the fate of billions would be sealed, with a kiss, metaphorically speaking. It had only been days since the Empire put its new, advanced, air-defense grid online, a multi-billion shingrot (§) project that established complete and total over watch of the skies of the Empire. It was dubbed, secretly, an anti-stealth system. The system, classified and highly secretive, linked the entire airspace of the ever expanding Empire, in one, consolidated system, with monitoring bases throughout the lands. The system used a combination of synthetic aperture and phased array radars to overlook the skies of the Empire from ground level, all the way up to 900 miles. Designed to alert the Empire of stealth aircraft and incoming warheads, the system proved remarkably strong and effective. It was an investment that would pay than pay for itself. However, it used much more than just synthetic aperture and phased array radars. It combined over-the-horizon radars, which bounced signals off the upper atmosphere, detecting planes from their top cross section, a much larger cross section then the frontal. An F-22 Raptor would be easy to detect using this system. Lastly, it also featured a type of system that monitored air currents. As planes moved through the fluid of air, they disturbed it and those disruptions were picked up to detect what was coming. Intricate IFF systems, combined with supercomputers provided the power and intelligence necessary to decipher friend from foe and identify an aircraft.

The system worked so well that birds could be detected if the power was turned up high enough, although it never was, it would never have to be turned up that high. However, just after 02:00 hours, local time, radar monitors in Pennsylvania picked up something in the sky, at an altitude of 65,000 feet, moving rapidly across the state, too rapid to be an aircraft or a missile. Alerts were sounded and because of the secrecy of the contact, which the system couldn't identify, only two fighters were scrambled. The system identified the target was a triangular shaped craft, definitely a UFO, with a radar signature so low that the system was having trouble identifying it and tracking it. Power stations were given extra juice to provide for constant tracking. The contact had been, until that point, going in and out of the radar coverage. It was amazing that something could do that and the radar operators were baffled. They ran diagnostics tests, just to make sure it wasn't a malfunction. It wasn't.

The two aircraft sent to intercept the craft were nimble fighters, F-16C Falcons, armed with infrared AIM-9M Sidewinders and AIM-120A AMRAAM missiles, the latter of which had been in service just a few months. Both aircraft climbed high, to 40,000 feet, quite rapidly, their ascent being tracked on the radar system, which had been code named "Sky Watch." Its name would change eventually. The craft, which was flying around Harrisburg stayed at 65,000 feet and dashed and speeds of Mach 8 back and fourth, nearly coming to a stop on a time with almost instant acceleration. The operators had never seen anything like it before and as they vectored the F-16s to the targets, they had difficulty.

The F-16 pilots, scanning their radars, could see nothing. The contact was so invisible to radar that when they flew past it, on four separate occassions, coming within a few hundred feet of it, they couldn't detect it. It was frustrating and they realized, early on, that their AMRAAMs would be useless. Those were guided by active radar. They switched, instead, to their AIM-9M Sidewinders and were vectored back to the craft, which had descended to 20,000 feet and slowed down, almost inviting a chase. Their night vision goggles revealed it as they got closer and when their AIM-9s began to growl, they realized that they had a target there. The pilots, highly trained, immediately took their missiles off boresight and used their helmet mounted sights to lock onto the target, which was only two miles ahead of them, almost at a dead stop. It was there that the lead pilot fired a missile, which launched and tracked the target, only to run out of propellant as the craft instantly accelerated away, moving a few miles it what seemed to be milliseconds. Baffled, the lead pilot fired again. He had four AIM-9s and two AIM-120s. When the second missile missed as well, he decided that he needed a plan.

The lead pilot ordered his wingman to flank the craft from a different direction, an opposite direction and to engage it. They both fired at the same time and as the craft jetted away from the one missile, it seemingly ran into the path of the other. The AIM-9 hit it to its rear, making a Mach 2.5 impact seem more than plausible. The powerful warhead of the Sidewinder disrupted the propulsion of the craft and immediately caused it to go out of control. It crashed some 80 miles away, in the middle of the forest, with no one around.

Realizing what happened, the pilots kept a close watch over the burning wreckage as government officials scrambled to make sense of what happened. They got lucky on this one. The craft, because of where it crashed, was largely inaccessible by vehicle. It took a helicopter to fast rope in a team of special forces, who would guard the wreckage until it could be cleaned up and transported elsewhere.

Soon after this incident the government decided on a few measures. The first and most important was the formation of the BPA and with it, the power to deploy quick action groups of elite soldiers who could guard the wreckage of crashed or shot down UFOs. The second was the need for secrecy within the air force and pilots were sworn to it or face the penalty of death. The third was the development of an uplink system, which would come in the early 1990s. This system would enable ground operators to guide air launched missiles to targets. Even if the aircraft couldn't spot the craft, the ground controllers could. If they could guide launched missiles to the craft, they could shoot down many more of them, a necessity.

Moldy shouted at the man to halt, finally in desperation for answers he pulled out his gun and badge.

Moldy: Freeze! Federal Agent!

Bony stopped a few yards behind him.

Jeanine: Moldy! (she knew the man didn't break any law and that Moldy could get in serious trouble for this)

Rosenlin Research Facility... a few days back...

The 'Corporeal' Commando's were the mainstay of the EPHRT. Despite their name, they were not specifically trained for the EPHRT, although they were the only one of two types of individuals that were proven capable of taking down the Alien, who had been nicknamed 'K'niera'(pronounced: NEE-rah). This was due to everytime they tried to talk to her, she would start with that, so it was presumed to be her name. From what little the scientists had gathered she was obviously a female and would almost be human if it were not for the fact that she looked like she was transparent and filled completely with some sort of blue liquid.

There was no identifiable clothing, and the 'blood'(or whatever it was they had drawn) appeared to consist of no cells. Although a 'skin' sample revealed cells, both living and dead.

But she was not the reason a squad of 'Corporeal' Commando's had gathered for a meeting. A spy posing as a civilian in South Lizasauria had reported a UFO sighting. The 'Corporeal' Commando's were to be inserted with fake passports, fake IDs, etc, and investigate. They would still have their weapons of course.

Rosenlin Research Facility... a few days back...

The 'Corporeal' Commando's were the mainstay of the EPHRT. Despite their name, they were not specifically trained for the EPHRT, although they were the only one of two types of individuals that were proven capable of taking down the Alien, who had been nicknamed 'K'niera'(pronounced: NEE-rah). This was due to everytime they tried to talk to her, she would start with that, so it was presumed to be her name. From what little the scientists had gathered she was obviously a female and would almost be human if it were not for the fact that she looked like she was transparent and filled completely with some sort of blue liquid.

There was no identifiable clothing, and the 'blood'(or whatever it was they had drawn) appeared to consist of no cells. Although a 'skin' sample revealed cells, both living and dead.

But she was not the reason a squad of 'Corporeal' Commando's had gathered for a meeting. A spy posing as a civilian in South Lizasauria had reported a UFO sighting. The 'Corporeal' Commando's were to be inserted with fake passports, fake IDs, etc, and investigate. They would still have their weapons of course.

IC:

(underground INTEL center at Bruhummvill)

INTEL agent at spypost: Sir I think you'll want to hear this *replays recording at airport*

South Lizasaurian airport security was more hardcore than present day China's. Police armed with asualt rifles and even missile launchers surveyed the area. Some rooms had tanks hidden in them in case techicals attacked the airport. Getting weapons through without being a South Lizasaurian government official would be a challenging task. The luggage was checked before going into the terminal for passangers to pick it up, then the guns were found. They weren't cheap either. The video ended.

INTEL officer: Those aren't terrorists, they didn't even try to hide the fact they had weapons, they could have brought myriad parts or mcgievered a bomb or something, plus those guns are expensive, some agency?

INTEL agent: We'll be on it, no one uses South Lizasauria as some scapegoat.

Officer: Find the owners of those weapons, if they have identification of the owner or owners, arrest them and take them here for questioning.

INTEL agents posing as passangers entered the airport one walks up to a police commander revealing his badge in a manner that no one but the police would know he was INTEL, they went behind the corner to talk. The police walks out from behind the corner. (The police force and military are ran almost the same way, plus they're pervasive and have military weapons which deters crime making South Lizasauria safe, except for a few suicide bombings here and there from angry First Wave loyalists.

Police Commader: Attention, this is the commander of the law enforcment squad assigned to this terminal...A passanger has just reported terrorists *the croud begins to panic a little* Stay calm my men are going to search everyone!

Police which look very much like South Lizasaurian GIs with M-15s and Assault rifles search everyone for items that an amature terrorist would hold, the alledged terrorists were considered amature for not hiding their weaponry.

OOC: I was thinking that they would be inserted via Special-Ops submarine... but whatever floats your boat.

IC: The 'Corporeal' Commando's knew what was up, even though only their squad leader could understand English(Red Tideans are pre-dominantly Russian), he gave them handsignals... low and unseen in the huge crowd. The officers would not find the guns, specifically, eight CAR-4 Carbine Assualt Rifles and two M-150 Sniper Rifles(one gun per man), all disassembled. Even though the X-Rays had seen them, they were behind a very well made false wall, you would have to take a knife to it in order to find it.

The IDs said that they were either Red Tidean photojournalists for RTNP(the primary Red Tidean Newspaper) or vacationing Tech-Com Corporation Buisnessmen. When asked questions in any language but Russian, they would just stare quizzkly at the officer.

The following is classified, documented material, from the secret files of the BPA.

Incident Number: 0001
Date: April 26, 1986
Time: 02:00 - 02:39 hrs [EST]
Location: Central Pennsylvania
Interceptors: F-16C Falcon Block 40 (2)
Losses: None
Weapons Used: AIM-9M Sidewinder (4)
Weapons Success: AIM-9M Sidewinder (1)
Result: UFO downed; Wreckage recovered
Crash Site: 80 miles northwest of Harrisburg, PA

Incident Number: 0002
Date: June 18, 1986
Time: 09:00 - 09:10 hrs [EST]
Location: Layarteb City, New York
Interceptors: F-15C Eagle (2)
Losses: None
Weapons Used: None
Weapons Success: None
Result: UFO evaded interception
Crash Site: None

Incident Number: 0003
Date: December 12, 1986
Time: 01:00 - 02:29 hrs [EST]
Location: Central Maine
Interceptors: F-16C Falcon Block 40 (2); F-16D Falcon Block 40 (1)
Losses: F-16D Falcon Block 40 (1)
Weapons Used: AIM-9M Sidewinder (2); AIM-120A AMRAAM (3)
Weapons Success: None
Result: UFO engaged and downed F-16D Falcon and evaded interception
Crash Site: None

Incident Number: 0004
Date: May 18, 1987
Time: 01:00 - 01:29 hrs [AST]
Location: Eastern Venezuela
Interceptors: F-15C Eagle (2)
Losses: None
Weapons Used: AIM-120B AMRAAM (1)
Weapons Success: AIM-120B AMRAAM (1)
Result: UFO downed; Wreckage recovered
Crash Site: 50 miles south of Cuidad Guayana

Incident Number: 0005
Date: June 11, 1987
Time: 02:00 - 02:40 hrs [AST]
Location: Caracas, Venezuela
Interceptors: F-15C Eagle (4); Ground Based SAM (1)
Losses: None
Weapons Used: AIM-120B AMRAAM (4); MIM-104D PATRIOT PAC-2 GEM (2)
Weapons Success: MIM-104D PATRIOT PAC-2 GEM (1)
Result: UFO downed; Wreckage unrecovered
Crash Site: 15 miles north of Isla La Tortuga

Incident Number: 0006
Date: August 10, 1987
Time: 16:12 - 16:38 hrs [AST]
Location: Atlantic Ocean 180 miles east of Falcon City
Interceptors: F-16C Falcon Block 50 (4)
Losses: F-16C Falcon Block 50 (4)
Weapons Used: AIM-9M Sidewinder (7); AIM-120B AMRAAM (11)
Weapons Success: None
Result: UFO engaged and downed all aircraft and evaded interception
Crash Site: None

Incident Number: 0007
Date: August 11, 1987
Time: 20:00 - 20:16 hrs [CST]
Location: Central Illinois
Interceptors: F-15C Eagle (6)
Losses: None
Weapons Used: AIM-120B AMRAAM (3)
Weapons Success: AIM-120B AMRAAM (2)
Result: UFO engaged and downed; Wreckage recovered
Crash Site: 69 miles south of Chicago

Incident Number: 0008
Date: January 15, 1988
Time: 14:18 - 14:59 hrs [EST]
Location: Northern Georgia
Interceptors: F-22A Raptor (2)
Losses: None
Weapons Used: AIM-9M Sidewinder (2)
Weapons Success: None
Result: UFO engaged and evaded interception
Crash Site: None

Incident Number: 0009
Date: March 16, 1988
Time: 03:15 - 05:22 hrs [EST]
Location: Southern Kentucky
Interceptors: F-19A Ghostrider (2)
Losses: None
Weapons Used: AIM-120C AMRAAM (4)
Weapons Success: AIM-120C AMRAAM (1)
Result: UFO engaged and damaged but evaded interception
Crash Site: None

Incident Number: 0010
Date: April 10, 1988
Time: 05:59 - 06:38 hrs [EST]
Location: South of Charleston, West Virginia
Interceptors: Ground based SAM
Losses: None
Weapons Used: MIM-104E PATRIOT PAC-2 GEM+ (6)
Weapons Success: MIM-104E PATRIOT PAC-2 GEM+ (1)
Result: UFO downed; Wreckage Recovered
Crash Site: 16 miles south of Charleston

IC:
The officer took some luggage, he shook the luggage to dtermine whether it was metal or not. The checking continued, INTEL agents (who use hand signals themselves) quickly ID the men and followed them innocently stopping to greet random people pretending to know them, and pretending to pick up coins and such to prevent themselves from being noticed. The leader was the priority. One INTEL agent walked up to him.

INTEL agent: (disguised as a civillian) Hey do I know you from somewhere? *uses eye language* (a code in which certain facial expressions and nods mean something)

He nodded to the right and gave out a serious stare, which would look like the face of a sociable and curious person but in the code meant "arm yourselves and sneak up on them"

INTEL agents began pulling uzis out from under their disguises. The police know it was INTEL making an arrest, they had to help out, it was the law.

*police rush in with assault rifles*

Police:Freeze!!!!

OOC: The hand signal would not be seen by anybody who didnt know keep a careful eye on the leader. Also, I should have mentioned that it is a very casual gesture to make.

IC: The Leader(who was posing as a Photojournalist) pretended to look around shocked and began to sputter out words in Russian as any shocked person would.

The rest of the commando's knew they were being tailed, but they simply left the airport in taxi's, each man driving in a different taxi. They did not know that they had left their leader behind.

The INTEL agents brought him to the INTEL center as ordered. They removed his blindfold in the questioning room.

Officer: (In Russian) Who are you? And why did you try to attack the airport?

"Attack? You must be mistaken, I am a photojournalist, I am here to write a report on your nations wildlife." The Commando said.

"Attack? You must be mistaken, I am a photojournalist, I am here to write a report on your nations wildlife." The Commando said.

Officer: What did the gestures mean? We thought it was some sort of signal to the terrorists who brought the weapons... *shows him the video recording of airport security detecting weapons in luggage.*

Officer: Know anything of this?

"What hand signals?"

After viewing the tape, he sighed, "Ah, yes... I was afraid the X-ray shielding was a little buggy. You see, the papers back home has no info on the type of animals over here. So they decided to arm me."

"What hand signals?"

After viewing the tape, he sighed, "Ah, yes... I was afraid the X-ray shielding was a little buggy. You see, the papers back home has no info on the type of animals over here. So they decided to arm me."

The INTEL agent eyed him suspiciously.

officer: How much do you know about how our nation deals with dangerous animals?

"Actually, we know very little about your nation period... thats why I and a few other journalists were sent over here."

"Actually, we know very little about your nation period... thats why I and a few other journalists were sent over here."

IC:
The other officer spoke.

INTEL Agent: Well sir, being a superpower isn't easy is it?

Officer: *nods to his right hand* Well As a matter of fact, we have very dangerous animals here, yet another reason we are the cautious people we are. Our policy on foreighn journalists is to have the science department aid them in any way neccessary, however terrorists target forigners to try to get them to dislike us South Lizasaurians, I'll have to confiscate the weapons but our police will protect you as you study our wildlife, and we have some files on wildlife on disc. *uses eye language to order INTEL agent to uncuff him and show him out*

He was loaded onto a truck and brought to an internatiol science facility. A biologist walked up to greet him, police wearily loaded their guns.

Police: (in english) I sure hope we don't cover our imfamous "man eating boar" (A South Lizasaurian delicacy up until the Ascarion plague of 2005, very delicious but deadly before killed)

Other police: Hopefully we're only dealing with our swamp dwelling insects and famed antlions that grow to the size of a dog.

OOC:
Pollution before Reformist rule in South Lizasauria and evolution have made pretty strange critters in the allied states, however they were there long before the paranormal organization so they are considered normal. South Lizasaurians are really pushy and paranoid towards forieners so it looks like your commando needs to go along with the trip and then find his friends later.

OOC: I went to bed. now I'm back. When I said the man disappeared, I meant it, literally. He's nowhere to be found in all of south Lizasauria. The man you have at gun point, is a common South Lizasaurian citizen.

Time to involve the rest.
IC:

The man did what any normal completly human person would do when someone had a gun pointed at him. He stopped, and put his hands in the air. Of course this drew a crowd of onlookers.

Elsewhere...

OOC: I assume you have regular commercial airflights.
IC:
Red Tidean countryside, random commercial flight.

It came out of the clouds. A U.F.O. smaller than the plane.

It flew along the length of the airplane in plain sight. It hovered, just infront of the plane for a moment. The pilots saw a genuine Martian. He was small, green, had big Black eyes, two little antenna at the top of his head, and was holding a Gun.

He pointed it at a bird that seemed to be in his way, and the bird burst into flames and disintegrated. Then the U.F.O. flew into a cloud and vanished.

No matter how many times the Air Force searched the skies or area, nothing would be found, except a single charred feather from the poor innocent bird that fell to the countryside below.

Layerteb waters...

From deep beneath the ocean, a U.F.O. shoots out and into the sky, disappearing.

Meanwhile, out in space...

The satelites were all hijacked. All of them, but yet, they weren't. Their broadcast signals weren't interrupted, but, they all began to broadcast another signal, aimed at Mars. Anyone listening to the signal, would only hear a horrible screeching wail. If they ran it visually, they would see an alien face on their screen. This signal wasn't the kind normally broadcast though. If one looked at the signal itself, one would find that computers couldn't make sense of it, because it was somehow accelerated to light speed to travel to mars quicker than ordinary signals would.

If someone figured out how to slow the signal down, they would hear martian.

":gundge: :mp5: :sniper: :mad: :confused: " Of course, what this martian meant was an entirely diffrent story.

One or two older sattelites would probably be rendered useless as a result of this.
OOC: Yes, martians speak smiley It was the best martian I could think of.

IC:
The civillian turned around, he was a normal human being. Moldy placed his gun back in his pocket and adressed the croud of onlookers.

Moldy: I am a federal agent, I just mistook this man for someone else, its all under control now.

Hours later after being shouted and chewed out by Cheif Executive Butcher then forgiven he was ordered to investigate the slowed signal.

Moldy: Do you think they'll attack Bony?

(international science center)
The disc was given to the man with all the nature data the government would allow, the Red Tideian was then told to find his friends and tell them his nature mission here was completed and that they could go home.

Shortly after the UFO was downed in Pennsylvania, the Ministry of Intelligence realized the need for a place to store the wreckage, a place that nobody would dare cross into, a place so hidden that not even the employees would dare speak of it. The Ministry had a host of locations left over from the Republic, from the days when it was strong and when it was powerful. In its heyday, the Republic had built scores of bunkers throughout its territory but none seemed to suffice what they needed. The Ministry began to look elsewhere. Seized territory was a perfect place and so they looked further and further. The Empire controlled everything from Maine to Florida and all the way west as Wisconsin, Illinois, and Mississippi, a boundary that was, for the most part, almost a straight line. They had a lot of territory to work with and though they were expanding throughout the rest of the globe, they needed to keep this facility as close to home as possible, to ensure it total protection.

They looked to the more rural parts of their territory and came across one bunker complex, which sat on the Kentucky-Virginia-West Virginia border, as rural as rural could get. The bunker complex was buried deep under the Earth, accessible only by two tunnels, both large enough to support big vehicles. The complex had been built during the 1940s and 1950s and took almost ten years to construct. However, it was well worth it. The bunker complex was massive and it was a central command post for the now defunct and annexed state of Colodia. The bunker complex was the main command center for the state, in the event of nuclear war and it was the perfect place. Aside from the commander center, the bunker was large enough and extensive enough to store the wreckages. They would need more facilities over time, in different areas but, for now, this would have to suffice.

The expeditionary mission to the bunker identified that it was more than the suitable location. Over the next few months, it was modernized, cleaned up, an readied for the storage of UFOs. Until it could be ready, the UFOs would be kept in unused missile silos, buried and hardened into the earth.

Biologist: Mr Red Tideean sir? You already have the files, you are free to go....

A few hours later, another satelite melting response came back.

":( :eek: :rolleyes: :p :D ;)"

A few hours later...

Random farm random nation random time...

A farmer came out to milk the cows. To his shock and surprise, one was missing, completly. After a long exhausting search it still would be missing. the next day, it would turn up, missing a pint of blood, and bearing a new organ that caused it to make cell phone noises instead of moo.

What crazed demonic mind would do that?

OOC: ahh, but next, the abductions start, and then, hybrids. Babies can be so cute.

The UFO was a marvelous piece of machinery. It was about the size of a B-58 Hustler but was stealthier than a Cessna. The crash demolished most of the craft but there was still enough of it to study, provided of course precaution was taken. Because the craft had travelled through space and was powered by some sort of plasma or fusion drive, something that defied gravity, it was highly radioactive to the touch. Prolonged exposure could kill and even the scientists that worked on it were limited to four hour working times. They doned radiation suits that blocked most of the cosmic radiation from the craft but couldn't for more than five hours at a time, hence why the scientists were limited to only four hours, just to be safe.

The wreckage had been carted away to an underground hangar at a nearby airbase, brought there, covered from sight. People did come out to look as the numerous flatbeds moved down the roadways but no part of the wreckage could be seen. Military escorts made sure that nobody got too close and geiger counters were mounted all over the convoy, just to make sure that the radiation didn't get too far. It didn't, luckily.

When the wreckage was finally assembled in the hangar, which was well lit by bright lighting, covered with plastic and other radiation stopping elements, it was revealed that the powerplant survived the crash. It was encased in an otherworldly metal that looked to be several times stronger than the material used to construct black boxes. It would have to be thoroughly experimented upon but the powerplant had to be rendered safe first. A powerplant of such capabilities could, if it were to go critical or destablize, go off like a nuclear power of megatonage power. That would be disasterous. They worked carefully around the craft and removed its single passenger, a gray alien that was dead, having been severed in two as a result of the crash. Its remains would be preserved as best as possible but it wasn't in good shape. Its blood lay all over the cockpit of the craft, which seemed, at first glance, to be unarmed. There was much to learn.

Eventually, scientists would deduce enough information to construct the "9-series" of fighters and bombers, which were top-secret, sixth generation aircraft that had a frontal cross-section of 0.0009 square feet, smaller than even the F-22, F-117, and B-2, which would see service soon. What came from the "9-series" originally was the F-19 Ghostrider and F-24 Knightowl, a ground attack and escort fighter. Further-on, there would be the F-25 Firefox, B-4 Magnum, B-7 Incubus, RQ-12 Pegasus, A-13 Viper, F-28 Talon, and, eventually, the F-37 Razor. All of these aircraft would make up a secret force of aircraft within the ILAF and ILN that would make the Empire far more powerful than it ever could be without the help.

A few hours later, another satelite melting response came back.

":( :eek: :rolleyes: :p :D ;)"

A few hours later...

Random farm random nation random time...

A farmer came out to milk the cows. To his shock and surprise, one was missing, completly. After a long exhausting search it still would be missing. the next day, it would turn up, missing a pint of blood, and bearing a new organ that caused it to make cell phone noises instead of moo.

What crazed demonic mind would do that?


OOC: ahh, but next, the abductions start, and then, hybrids. Babies can be so cute.

OOC: LOL!

IC:
(science center)
Police: That Red Tidean bloke is just standing there even though we've freed him...

Police2: Supsicious....

OOC: Just imagine the humor of it though. Your milking the cow, and suddenly it starts ringing in protest. Poor cow. As for graphic imaging, that's actually about as far as its going to get. Just the neccessary factual information. The real question is, are you ready for the terror of, "MARTIAN BUBBLE GUNS!!!1!!111!!"

IC:

That night, lights appeared all over all of Lizasauria. North, East, South, West, Central, you name it, if it was part of Lizasauria, there were probably lights there. They were there. They were there for an entire minute. Then, they all disappeared. An odd coincidence, yes.

Later that night, as 19 innocent Women slept, and Jeanine did what ever she normally did in the wee hours of the night following such a sighting...

20 martians appeared from out of nowhere. Nowhere? no, not really. Mars was better prepared than that, having the ability to medicly alter themselves to look human for a time. It was time to generously merge martian and Earthling DNA.

The 20 martians pulled out little gold guns, with three rings suspended at the end. They were the ZAMN Martian Bubble Guns mark 5. They pulled the trigger, and the targets were encapsulated in pink bubbles. Then, the bubbles collapsed, but the targets were gone.

They would find themselves, suspended in a field of white energy, in cryogenic suspended animation.

Then, the martians, and all their spacecraft, left earth, and returned home to Mars.

OOC: Tomorrow, or later tonight, I'll post part 2 of this little off world adventure, when Jeanine and the others wake up on Mars.

Red tide, Layerteb, Its possible you may have had female agents kindnapped too. I just used Jeanine for the plot twist of it.

IC:
The government was immdiatly aware of these disapearances the following morning.

(INTEL Center South Lizasauria city)

Butcher:Well.... Wolf Moldy...come sit down this is pretty serious.

Moldy eyed him with both the look of friendship and rivalry intertwined.

Moldy: Why did you call me?

Butcher: No use keeping this secret, the lights yesterday were crafts of some sort *interupts Moldy who opened his mouth to speak knowing what he was going to say* and your partner Bony was kidnapped along with 19 other women. I want you to get to the bottom of this.

Moldy then decided to consult the people he does whenever he needs a helping hand. First he decided to see the "gunmen who are alone to much" then he would consult with the "french fry eating man" aka Finch.

Each and every woman would find herself, alone, in a white room. Then a door opened, and a G.B.W. (Giant Blue Woman) entered. It was a known fact that the G.B.W.'s were the martian women.

OOC: For the sake of simplicity, I'll focus on Jeanine, unless Red Tide and Layerteb wish to take part in the DNA portion.

IC: The G.B.W. walked up to Jeanine.

"Habledable? ebalwable noblewoble. Fwghgads noxin et mortris." The Martian woman asked in martian.

A second later, in as plain earth english as she could possibly get she spoke again.

"Are you ok? Get dressed, you are to visit the great one. The Martian Queen. She must approve you for carrying." Either way, her voice was horrible. Martian women looked exactly like Martian men, except for size and color, and the fact that they had similar glands on their chest like human women.

The martian woman forcibly stripped Jeanine of her clothes, and dressed her in blue space type suit.

"You humans are so weak against the giant reaction, and the energy in space. What was it you called it, oh yes. Radiation and, a star. You humans have such strange terms. Come, 20 particularly robust males have been chosen, and cannot be kept waiting, or you wait here one martian year, until they can share DNA again." The martian woman had a disintegrating ray gun, so there really wasn't any arguing.

She motioned for Jeanine to step out into a red hallway, filled with bizarre inexplicable machines. It twisted left, right, went up and down, and unto the martian surface. It was night, and the landscape shown was a barren surface. She was poked and proded along, until they reached the face.

"Inside." The woman ordered, pointing to an opening not seen from earth.

It wasn't as if Jeanine was going to run away. What was she going to do, hop in a space ship that wasn't there? Steal the gun? The woman was wearing a disintegration proof vest. Send communications? from what? The surface of mars supported no life.

Inside, Jeanine would find a purple martian, whose beauty was comparible to human beauty, but decidedly alien. She wore a dress as red as the surface of mars, and was surrounded by 12 remarkably strong martian men, all armed to the teeth. Her eyes, were big and black, and she lay upon a raised throne, staring at Jeanine. The martian palace was made entirely of Iron.

A giganticly huge missle was pointed at earth.

"Welcome, human woman. I am Cleopatra, The Martian Queen. What's your name?" Cleopatra asked.

Each and every woman would find herself, alone, in a white room. Then a door opened, and a G.B.W. (Giant Blue Woman) entered. It was a known fact that the G.B.W.'s were the martian women.

OOC: For the sake of simplicity, I'll focus on Jeanine, unless Red Tide and Layerteb wish to take part in the DNA portion.

IC: The G.B.W. walked up to Jeanine.

"Habledable? ebalwable noblewoble. Fwghgads noxin et mortris." The Martian woman asked in martian.

A second later, in as plain earth english as she could possibly get she spoke again.

"Are you ok? Get dressed, you are to visit the great one. The Martian Queen. She must approve you for carrying." Either way, her voice was horrible. Martian women looked exactly like Martian men, except for size and color, and the fact that they had similar glands on their chest like human women.

The martian woman forcibly stripped Jeanine of her clothes, and dressed her in blue space type suit.

"You humans are so weak against the giant reaction, and the energy in space. What was it you called it, oh yes. Radiation and, a star. You humans have such strange terms. Come, 20 particularly robust males have been chosen, and cannot be kept waiting, or you wait here one martian year, until they can share DNA again." The martian woman had a disintegrating ray gun, so there really wasn't any arguing.

She motioned for Jeanine to step out into a red hallway, filled with bizarre inexplicable machines. It twisted left, right, went up and down, and unto the martian surface. It was night, and the landscape shown was a barren surface. She was poked and proded along, until they reached the face.

"Inside." The woman ordered, pointing to an opening not seen from earth.

It wasn't as if Jeanine was going to run away. What was she going to do, hop in a space ship that wasn't there? Steal the gun? The woman was wearing a disintegration proof vest. Send communications? from what? The surface of mars supported no life.

Inside, Jeanine would find a purple martian, whose beauty was comparible to human beauty, but decidedly alien. She wore a dress as red as the surface of mars, and was surrounded by 12 remarkably strong martian men, all armed to the teeth. Her eyes, were big and black, and she lay upon a raised throne, staring at Jeanine. The martian palace was made entirely of Iron.

A giganticly huge missle was pointed at earth.

"Welcome, human woman. I am Cleopatra, The Martian Queen. What's your name?" Cleopatra asked.


Jeanine: (frightened voice) Why should I tell you?

(planet's surface)

General: Are the technicians ready?

Technician: Yes sir!

General: *signals to start*

Politician:This is Matt Robinson of South Lizasauria, I am part of the parliament, we are wondering about the reason for your actions, please respond...

The technician broadcasted it to a satellite in hopes they'd find it.

"Marvin, take your men and depart. If she gives me trouble, I'll just strap her to the world buster and send her home the hard way. Your frightening her."

A pint sized martian nodded and departed.

"Now, you needen't fear me just because I know of at least 500 diffrent ways to cook humans and eat them. I decided to help mankind. Your world is in such a frightful state. We've been watching you, just like you've been trying, without much success to watch us. It really is a popular sport over here, to tease your scientists into thinking they made a discovery of something significant. But I digress. We spent many years learning all the languages of Earth, and the common consenus is that Earth really isn't fit to join the interstellar community.

You kill each other and broadcast your wars. You allow billions of innocent people to starve and go hungry, malnourished, and diseased. You create new and stranger diseases, worship false entities, and drive to extinction the things you call animals. You are destroying your world, and we can help you.

That giant missle behind us is strong enough to shatter Earth, and all your petty defenses and armies can't stop it. Then Mars will have a marvelous unspoiled view of Venus, if it wasn't for their remarkably thick atmosphere." Cleopatra said.

"Marvin, take your men and depart. If she gives me trouble, I'll just strap her to the world buster and send her home the hard way. Your frightening her."

A pint sized martian nodded and departed.

"Now, you needen't fear me just because I know of at least 500 diffrent ways to cook humans and eat them. I decided to help mankind. Your world is in such a frightful state. We've been watching you, just like you've been trying, without much success to watch us. It really is a popular sport over here, to tease your scientists into thinking they made a discovery of something significant. But I digress. We spent many years learning all the languages of Earth, and the common consenus is that Earth really isn't fit to join the interstellar community.

You kill each other and broadcast your wars. You allow billions of innocent people to starve and go hungry, malnourished, and diseased. You create new and stranger diseases, worship false entities, and drive to extinction the things you call animals. You are destroying your world, and we can help you.

That giant missle behind us is strong enough to shatter Earth, and all your petty defenses and armies can't stop it. Then Mars will have a marvelous unspoiled view of Venus, if it wasn't for their remarkably thick atmosphere." Cleopatra said.


IC:
Jeanin: But we South Lizasaurians try not to be like the others, why did you choose us?

(planet's surface)
General: Look here mac! We want those aliens to talk to us so they don't blow us up, maybe they'll help us on our crusades against communism and such, I order you to patch me and my superiors up!

Technician: *wimpers* I'll try again sir!

IC:
Jeanin: But we South Lizasaurians try not to be like the others, why did you choose us?

(planet's surface)
General: Look here mac! We want those aliens to talk to us so they don't blow us up, maybe they'll help us on our crusades against communism and such, I order you to patch me and my superiors up!

Technician: *wimpers* I'll try again sir!

"You answered your own question dear. But, even you must admit, that if The Martian Empire were to appear, even with the friendliest of intentions, there would be much trouble." The Martian Queen said.

Meanwhile, The Genral got a response! though, not the response he was hoping for.

"I'LL KILL YOU YOU VERMINOUS SCUM. DIE DIE DIE!" which unfortunatly, was actually a peaceful greeting from a passing Mercurian ship. The general should be glad he didn't get an angry greeting, which involved the needless destruction of at least 30% of a satilite.

"You answered your own question dear. But, even you must admit, that if The Martian Empire were to appear, even with the friendliest of intentions, there would be much trouble." The Martian Queen said.

Meanwhile, The Genral got a response! though, not the response he was hoping for.

"I'LL KILL YOU YOU VERMINOUS SCUM. DIE DIE DIE!" which unfortunatly, was actually a peaceful greeting from a passing Mercurian ship. The general should be glad he didn't get an angry greeting, which involved the needless destruction of at least 30% of a satilite.

IC:
General: Excuse me are you reffering to the communists? If you are we can help...*signals technician to broadcast it*

Politician: At least we still have Cruscion...I think now would be the right time to test out some of those Warbirds, and don't let our ally Artanis know about his, that commander is a bit too triggerhappy when it comes to international relations...

(planet Cruscion)

Cruscion was once blue like earth but now its orangy due to human pollution and overuse of special chemosynthetic engines. This contributed to many diseases but things were getting better, now all that plagued the land was the depression left behind after the events of the Grace Academy crusade.
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?threadid=501855
The middle class were starving as the government tried to give them food, but debts for all the weapons bought constantly nagged at the nation. The high class ate like peasants. Even the General boradcasting eats only soup, bread and meat cooked the old fasion way. The spacelines from earth to Cruscion were the state's main source of funds, and space weaponry gaurded every point where Cruscion could be attacked.

OOC: What the politician says is based on the fact that South Lizasauria was an FT alien nation at first but human villagers who were oppressed saved them and liberated their land from fundi terrans.

IC:

General: Excuse me are you reffering to the communists? If you are we can help...*signals technician to broadcast it*

Politician: At least we still have Cruscion...I think now would be the right time to test out some of those Warbirds, and don't let our ally Artanis know about his, that commander is a bit too triggerhappy when it comes to international relations...

(planet Cruscion)

Cruscion was once blue like earth but now its orangy due to human pollution and overuse of special chemosynthetic engines. This contributed to many diseases but things were getting better, now all that plagued the land was the depression left behind after the events of the Grace Academy crusade.
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?threadid=501855
The middle class were starving as the government tried to give them food, but debts for all the weapons bought constantly nagged at the nation. The high class ate like peasants. Even the General boradcasting eats only soup, bread and meat cooked the old fasion way. The spacelines from earth to Cruscion were the state's main source of funds, and space weaponry gaurded every point where Cruscion could be attacked.

As the Mercurian said indecent things the general would probably never repat to children, The martian Queen turned to part 2 of her conversation with Jeanine.

"So, my dear, in order to help Earth not become another Cruscion, we're going to merge Martian and human DNA." The martian queen said.

Jeanine would feel a pleasnt tingle all over.

"Guess how we're going to do it."

Finally, a Martian ship intercepted the mercurian earth broadcast, and the two alien races got into an insult slingfest that was incomprehensible to human ears. Rather, they could hear it, but it was in Martian Mecurian common.

Then, the Mercurian went on his way.

"Silly dang mercurians. Now, go mind your own business and stop poking your nose about up here, you nearly caused an accident." The martian said.

As the Mercurian said indecent things the general would probably never repat to children, The martian Queen turned to part 2 of her conversation with Jeanine.

"So, my dear, in order to help Earth not become another Cruscion, we're going to merge Martian and human DNA." The martian queen said.

Jeanine would feel a pleasnt tingle all over.

"Guess how we're going to do it."

Finally, a Martian ship intercepted the mercurian earth broadcast, and the two alien races got into an insult slingfest that was incomprehensible to human ears. Rather, they could hear it, but it was in Martian Mecurian common.

Then, the Mercurian went on his way.

"Silly dang mercurians. Now, go mind your own business and stop poking your nose about up here, you nearly caused an accident." The martian said.

IC:
Jeanine: Your going to tell one of your male servants to have sex with me aren't you?

She shuddered uncomfortably. She was nervous and somewhat perturbed by what she said.

"They volunteered, I didn't have to order at all. Rest assured he's of the finest health." She said.
Jeanine would fall asleep on the spot, caught in the arms of the father of her future baby.

A few hours later, she would awaken at home. She would remember absolutly nothing.

But, here's the strangest part.

It was that same night the women were abducted. Mars had warped time to go back five minutes before Jeanine and the others were ever abducted in the first place. Jeanine had never left where she was, chronologicly speaking.

In a few months, she would realise the scattered and odd memories were real, when she found out she was pregnant with a little baby martian human hybrid. It was a female, and unlike all others, had the purple coloring of the Royal Martian Bloodline.

And, when she gave birth, one final embedded memory would surface. One final message, from the King/Queen of mars.

"I have given you my line, to lead the rest. All the other women will flock to you, and some unkowningly, some knowningly, will follow you, as leader, just as assuridly shall the New hybrid race follow your child. Be at rest though, because like any child, the young kingling, or queenling will learn from you, and his or her surroundings. He or she will also learn from Mars, though you will never be able to prove this. We know what the future does and does not hold, and I warn you fairly, DO NOT ABUSE MY LINE. One child per generation is more than suffecient, any more, and Mars shall reclaim that which is rightfully its own. You have been well and fairly warned, see that your world is too." The martian Queen said, becoming the Martian king, and then, nothing.

The baby was awfully cute though, and didn't look anything at all like a martian, if it wasn't for that natural purple tint to its skin, and those two stubbly knobs at the top of his head that would eventually transform into antenna.

IC:
During all this of course she and the otehr women were in goevernment facilities, Moldy made the conclusion of his report and gave it to his pessimistic boss Butcher who as usual initially denies the possibility of Moldy's explanation. The South Lizasaurian government having plans to crusade the darker terrans in the galaxy thought it best to start a secret organization in which alien/human hybrid battle clones would be made, hoping that the justness in the hybrids nature would prevent war crimes. After hearing what Bony had remembered they beleived crusading bad humans who cause the problems they listed with an army of their creation would please them, the army's construction has begun but they kept broadcasting signals on a secret satellite that no civillian can access waiting for their approval to commense.

Case 1 closed

Case 2 begin

Zombies

OOC:
Since Grace is back on lets have him do his zombie idea for this y-file. Just because case 1 is closed doesn't mean the martian events can't still continue ;) Plus we need a new case to make this thread interesting

IC:
During all this of course she and the otehr women were in goevernment facilities, Moldy made the conclusion of his report and gave it to his pessimistic boss Butcher who as usual initially denies the possibility of Moldy's explanation. The South Lizasaurian government having plans to crusade the darker terrans in the galaxy thought it best to start a secret organization in which alien/human hybrid battle clones would be made, hoping that the justness in the hybrids nature would prevent war crimes. After hearing what Bony had remembered they beleived crusading bad humans who cause the problems they listed with an army of their creation would please them, the army's construction has begun but they kept broadcasting signals on a secret satellite that no civillian can access waiting for their approval to commense.

Case 1 closed

Case 2 begin

Zombies

OOC:
Since Grace is back on lets have him do his zombie idea for this y-file.

OOC: Thanks SL. MY idea for zombies with Grace Academy was that the my IC people would want to expose people to some chemical compound that would turn them into a zombie only still alive. Since metabolism and and the immune system are altered and they need less of the brain to survive now, they can survive some head shots and even a severed head since some of the brain is in the neck, during day they brurrow into the ground, at night they emerge when prey comes too near. Is this good for the zombie case?

IC:

IT rained heavily near a secret lab ran completely by the fundamentalist Grace cult. There they experimented with chemicals that raised stats and suggestiblity, it was a success until the part of the brain known as the Id took over, it wasn't long before the monster destroyed their creators but the Grace adminiswtration was pleased. They viewd from a distance as their CPs were eaten alive by that which was once human. Maybe they wouldn't obey they're every command but starting a zombie outbreak was an easy way to end an infidelic town. The Opressed peoples' of Grace Academy now posses a chemical mixture known as "white milk" (spoof of "black oil")

South Lizasauria now had two problems, keeping mars happy and awaiting permission to execute their what the South Lizasaurians thought was their plan. Meanwhile in Brumerhaven aka "the cursed city" (called that because of the bad luck there during the war) A mailman was delivering mail when a man with torn flesh and poor coordination snuck up on him and bit his shoulder, the white milk went into his skin and crawled into his eyes turning his pupils white and thus zombifying him hours later. So the outbreak begins.... *X-files opening music begins*

*ressurects this thread*

OOC: The martians go back burner for awhile, until the children get older. Also, Mars is pretending not to hear you, and is redirecting your broadcasts to the jupitor listening posts and having an absolute blast irritating them to no end. As for the zombies...

IC:

She walked through the city. She was obviously not of this world, but that didn't matter, she didn't exist either. She came from another reality altogether. She was not dead, but could not be physicly restrained either.
She was Jiralyn, The Dark Priestess. She was here, to observe, and possibly interact.

She sat plain as day in a park, in and of herself, a future y-files case. She watched the zombie virus spread.

"hahahahaha, how beautiful." she said.

Some zombie approached her. It burned in fire. She was never even touched.

OOC: The martians go back burner for awhile, until the children get older. Also, Mars is pretending not to hear you, and is redirecting your broadcasts to the jupitor listening posts and having an absolute blast irritating them to no end. As for the zombies...

IC:

She walked through the city. She was obviously not of this world, but that didn't matter, she didn't exist either. She came from another reality altogether. She was not dead, but could not be physicly restrained either.
She was Jiralyn, The Dark Priestess. She was here, to observe, and possibly interact.

She sat plain as day in a park, in and of herself, a future y-files case. She watched the zombie virus spread.

"hahahahaha, how beautiful." she said.

Some zombie approached her. It burned in fire. She was never even touched.

OOC:
Woah two cases in one:D Protoss being the justice and one of the balance keepers are obliged to deal with trends in the space-time continium to prevent the universe's destruction. The protoss will act as a safeguard so the case gets solvable, only it will take tons of resaerch on the protoss's behalf ;)
IC:
South Lizasauria had ties as mentioned earlier with Artanis, now that the martians were appeased, the Protoss sensing the psionic disturbance (disturbance in the universe's fabric) they came to the source (with South Lizasauria's permission of course)

INTEL Foreign Minisher: Ah! Artanis! What brings you here?

Artanis: I have sensed a powerful psionic beam, right as we speak my pchyci warriors are tracking its source...

INTEL Agent: Make sure the civs don't know about our extra terrestial alliances, it would pick at their pecks! (the guy was of British descent)

Protoss did have the power to fix the universe when such occurences occurred, however it was like mcgievering a broken toy car together with rubber bands and duct tape and restoring its functionability.

(Brumerhaven)

*Templars get off dropship and adress her*

Templar: You do not belong in this world, return to your home!

OOC:
Woah two cases in one:D Protoss being the justice and one of the balance keepers are obliged to deal with trends in the space-time continium to prevent the universe's destruction. The protoss will act as a safeguard so the case gets solvable, only it will take tons of resaerch on the protoss's behalf ;)
IC:
South Lizasauria had ties as mentioned earlier with Artanis, now that the martians were appeased, the Protoss sensing the psionic disturbance (disturbance in the universe's fabric) they came to the source (with South Lizasauria's permission of course)

INTEL Foreign Minisher: Ah! Artanis! What brings you here?

Artanis: I have sensed a powerful psionic beam, right as we speak my pchyci warriors are tracking its source...

INTEL Agent: Make sure the civs don't know about our extra terrestial alliances, it would pick at their pecks! (the guy was of British descent)

Protoss did have the power to fix the universe when such occurences occurred, however it was like mcgievering a broken toy car together with rubber bands and duct tape and restoring its functionability.

(Brumerhaven)

*Templars get off dropship and adress her*

Templar: You do not belong in this world, return to your home!

OOC: Good guess that she's an agent of destruction, but not all such visitors desire the destruction of another Reality. But, she's not here to cause destruction, unless you want her to. but, if they really desired to keep balance, they would go to the world of Ri-an and confront Kajeenith directly.

Actually, she's my IC agent to interact with everyone else's cases.
IC:
"Have you never heard of a vacation? how droll. The Zombie was attacking me, I had every right to defend myself. You can't deport me for self-defence." Jiralyn said.

OOC: Good guess that she's an agent of destruction, but not all such visitors desire the destruction of another Reality. But, she's not here to cause destruction, unless you want her to. but, if they really desired to keep balance, they would go to the world of Ri-an and confront Kajeenith directly.

Actually, she's my IC agent to interact with everyone else's cases.
IC:
"Have you never heard of a vacation? how droll. The Zombie was attacking me, I had every right to defend myself. You can't deport me for self-defence." Jiralyn said.

IC:
Templar: My mind senses a dark character called Kajeenith, what shall we do Artanis? *uses telapathy to communicate*

Artanis: Now we know that this Jiralyn is not of ill intensions we must focus on Kajeenith, Jiralyn, please opvoid doing anything that would cause cataclysmic events... My allies and my kind have suffered enough from such things...

OOC: She can help. :)

IC:
Templar: My mind senses a dark character called Kajeenith, what shall we do Artanis? *uses telapathy to communicate*

Artanis: Now we know that this Jiralyn is not of ill intensions we must focus on Kajeenith, Jiralyn, please opvoid doing anything that would cause cataclysmic events... My allies and my kind have suffered enough from such things...

OOC: She can help. :)

"Kajeenith?" she asked.

"Kajeenith?" she asked.

Artanis winced.

Artanis: Oh! Forgive me, I forgot to see if you knew who he was, I sense he is up to great mischeif!

What they didn't know, would invaribly kill them. Jiralyn was Kajeenith's Handmaiden, and quite possibly the most dangerous Woman alive.

"What sort?" she asked.

OOC: But, if you really want to ICly try, wait until the Reminiscence thread is over. Which reminds me, off to make another post in there. If only Marius knew the truth. Poor man. It was the tortre that drove him insane. But, Kajeenith has the power of The Void, the ability to destroy, and uncreate. He's The great Devourer, not some petty godlet to be toyed with.

What they didn't know, would invaribly kill them. Jiralyn was Kajeenith's Handmaiden, and quite possibly the most dangerous Woman alive.

"What sort?" she asked.

OOC: But, if you really want to ICly try, wait until the Reminiscence thread is over. Which reminds me, off to make another post in there. If only Marius knew the truth. Poor man. It was the tortre that drove him insane. But, Kajeenith has the power of The Void, the ability to destroy, and uncreate. He's The great Devourer, not some petty godlet to be toyed with.

OOC: Can she read minds?

OOC: Can she read minds?
OOC:
Only Surface thoughts. Aquamarinians can go deeper.

I finished the thread. If you really ICly want to try and stop Kajeenith personally, I suggust doing it in another thread. But, before you do, Realise that Kajeenith is almost unstoppable, and that it would take something insanely powerful to actually stop him. Otherwise, don't waste Jolt's Diskspace.

OOC:
Only Surface thoughts. Aquamarinians can go deeper.

I finished the thread. If you really ICly want to try and stop Kajeenith personally, I suggust doing it in another thread. But, before you do, Realise that Kajeenith is almost unstoppable, and that it would take something insanely powerful to actually stop him. Otherwise, don't waste Jolt's Diskspace.

OOC:
Ok.

IC: The balance keepers psionically looking into it as they always do before attacking realised that they couldn't cope with him at the time, so they decided to use their psionic powers to stabablise the universe, and fight the next threat, the zombies.

OOC:
Ok.

IC: The balance keepers psionically looking into it as they always do before attacking realised that they couldn't cope with him at the time, so they decided to use their psionic powers to stabablise the universe, and fight the next threat, the zombies.

OOC: That doesn't mean that when the time comes to stop him that you can't participate with your balance keepers, just that currently, there is no way to stop him. Well, there is, but Om is sealed.

IC:
"Might I suggust finding the cause of the zombies?" Jiralyn asks.

OOC: That doesn't mean that when the time comes to stop him that you can't participate with your balance keepers, just that currently, there is no way to stop him. Well, there is, but Om is sealed.

IC:
"Might I suggust finding the cause of the zombies?" Jiralyn asks.

IC:

Templar: You think as I do!

Artanis: *groans*

Templar: What is it!?

Artanis: I sense hatred, anger, the need to kill, I just saw the image of the Grace Administration's hearts, once again they try to use South Lizasauria as labrats *slams fist on communicator with eyes glowing red* I must imform the Defense council of South Lizasauria...

(council a few hours later)

Secretary of defense: *takes off his hat and twists in in anger* Those fundi #$#%#%$^#!!!! We South Lizasaurians HATE them, especially after what they've done to our natives! *puts on his hat which reveals how red his face is compared to his yellow uniform*

The date was February 15, 1987. There had been three incidents with UFOs and only one of them panned out in favor of the Empire. The first, on April 26, 1986, resulted in the downing of a UFO. The second, on June 18, 1986, resulted in the UFO evading interception. The third was just a few months ago, on December 12, 1986, which resulted in the interception, not of a UFO, but rather of the aircraft chasing the UFO, an F-16D Fighting Falcon. Both crew members were lost when the UFO used some sort of particle weapon against the fighter and then evaded the other two F-16s chasing it. Five missiles had been fired at the UFO but all of them failed to hit, the two AIM-120 AMRAAMs failing to track. The three AIM-9 Sidewinders were simply outmaneuvered by the UFO.

Now there was a lot of commotion in the Ministry of Intelligence and the Emperor was raising concerns better than anyone else. The three incidents were no coincidence, that was a sure thing. The Emperor had received a detailed report on each and every one of them and they were all close to the capital. One was over the capital, one over central Pennsylvania, and one over Maine. It was of particular concern because the ones over Pennsylvania and Maine were arguably close to secret military installations, installations that were highly classified and highly experimental. The Maine facility was the location of a large particle accelerator and the Pennsylvania facility was the location of a nuclear weapons laboratory.

This was why they were meeting on this wintry cold Sunday. Being held in a secured and underground conference room within the Ministry of Intelligence building, in downtown Layarteb City, gathered eighteen men and nine women, the Emperor included. Aside from some key members of the Cabinet there was also Dr. Rachel Wilson, a prominent biologist within the Empire of Layarteb and the leading researcher for the University of Layarteb at Layarteb City and Dr. Donald Bush, a highly capable scientist for the Umbrella Corporation. Both would go on to become prominent members of the new Bureau of Paranormal Studies, which was being created at this very meeting.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Please be seated." The Minister of Intelligence stated as he sat down. He was the first Minister of Intelligence and by the time 2006 rolled around he would be the first of three. He and his successor were both on a list of eventual traitors to the Empire, the loyalty of the third being always in question because of the actions of his predecessors. "Thank you. Now. We're all here because of the nature of certain UFO incidents in the Empire in recent months. I am sure that all of you here know the extremely sensitive nature of this discussion. It is considered compartmentalized information and only the twenty-seven of us in this room are to be privy to the existence of this meeting, its purposes, and its outcomes. I am sure that I do not have to stress the penalties that one shall endure should they divulge this information.

"Good. I am glad we are in agreement." Everyone had shook their head in the affirmative. "Very well. It is our goal here to decide what to do with these incidents. We have already seen a failure and a success. Our fighter aircraft have shot down one UFO but have failed to intercept two others. I am afraid to report that one of those engagements resulted in the downing of an F-16D Falcon, both pilots were killed.

"We must establish specific policies, procedures, and guidelines to UFO occurrences. Let us begin with detection. Should a UFO be detected, what course of action should we take? Thus far we have responded with land-based fighters. Naturally, if sea-based fighters are in the vicinity we may deploy them as well. What should our policies be in respect to this?" He sat back down and looked around the room. There were hundreds of ideas presented by the ones that were accepted were the same ones.

"I suspect that we should continue as such. These UFOs could both be extraterrestrial or from a foreign power. Reconnaissance seems to be their mission and we ought to treat them as invaders to our airspace and down them by any means necessary. Whether that is from ground-based missiles or aircraft, we must actively engage them and force them down but to the unpopulated places. Should it be determined that they cannot be engaged over safe territory, we must allow them their leave. We cannot shoot one down over Layarteb City or any population center. We must keep their existence a secret." The Emperor proposed, a proposal that stood.

As the meeting progressed, it was determined that any live biological entities, labeled as EBEs (Extraterrestrial Biological Entity) would be summarily executed. No live alien could be allowed to live on the planet and their execution had to be at a safe facility. There would be experiments and tests but only for a short duration of time. EBEs could not be allowed any chance for escape and so long as they were alive, that chance was present. Their presence would be strongly denied and held as classified as possible. The Bureau of Paranormal Studies was founded and it would be kept as secret as anything could be kept secret. It would be staffed by 180 men and women, all of them scientists holding degrees of Masters or better. Most of them would have PhDs and the bureau would recruit only the best and the brightest scientists within the Empire. The BPS would be headquartered in Westchester Country, north of Layarteb City, in a secluded and highly rugged area in the middle of the county. The building, which was clothed and cloaked as a software engineering company was small on the surface, only four stories. Underneath, however, it was a subterranean labyrinth.