NationStates Jolt Archive

Jack Riddel sat in his armchair, as his nephew walked through the door. Jack Riddel glanced up from the message he was typing. "Is everything..." he had to stop for a moment as a savage coughing fit took him, but as soon as it relented he continued on as if nothing had happened, "Ready?"

"Yes, uncle," replied the nephew. "The charges are all set. As soon as you press the button, the whole palace will go up. What's that you're writing?"

Jack smiled savagely. "Let me tell you someothing, boy," he said. "For ten years I've ran this country, and I've thumbed my nose at the world. And you know what? For ten years, I haven't come across one country that, when it came right down to it, had the balls to stop me from doing whatever the hell I wanted inside my own country." He broke into another savage coughing fit. When he continued his voice was little more than a croak. "When the f*** did the world become such a bunch of pussies? Well, I may be dying, but let's see if this can't get their intention."

He hit the send button, and then pressed his finger down on another button. The nephew's eyes widened in horror as he realized that, after all, he wouldn't be taking control of the country. Then he died.
***
The message went to The Kraven Corporation, and read

Unencrypted Message
From Teraq
You may or may not remember me. We did business some time ago. Now, I
would like to present to you a gift, free of charge. I have no use for
whatever payment you could offer anyways, not where I am by the time this
message is read. The gift is simple. Included in this messages are the
coordinates for an optimal landing site, all military encryption frequencies,
and locations of all expected pockets of resistance, although I imagine the
transition shall be mostly smooth. In short, I am giving to you Teraq, all its
people, and all its other various resources.

OOC: For the rest of you vultures out there, the message itself isn't encrypted, the attached goodies are.

Somebody set us up the bump!

Airspace above International Waters: 2200 Hours

The message was observed with interest, it had been a long time since anyone had willingly offered themselves to the Kraven War Machine, it usually meant a lot of pain for the civilian population and generally resulted in the government and freedoms of the people being crushed by an Iron fist of Kraven rule…

However, in this Circumstance, Mother Nature had done the majority of the work, dispensing with the job of removing the government head, he was now dead and was no longer an Obstacle in the subjugation of the country…

Already a Vast armada of Super Carrier VTOLS roared through the clouds, their pilots directing the craft with expert proficiency, the sun was beginning to set in the distance, casting a red hue across the sky, it used to be said, “Red sky at night Shepard’s delight…” however, with the storm that was coming to Teraq, it would be more fitting to say, “Shepard’s warning”…

Each of these giant craft carried four smaller Assault Vtols underneath, which contained fifteen fully armed and armoured Capitol Police Troopers, each ready for the task ahead, they sat in complete silence, each looking forward, the only light emanating in the room, was from each of their Optical Mags, glowing an unholy red…

The craft shuddered slightly as the winds picked up but, the two pilots continued to fly them without problems… each of the powerful engines roared in triumph pushing the craft through the air with minimal effort…

The Teraq government had given The High Command locations of military bases and radio frequencies, so the Capitol Police battalion Commanders had the advantage of surprise over the Military forces present, already Craft were on route…

Assault VTOLS had been sent ahead of the main force, their destinations were the Military bases, each one carrying a fifteen man, Wolf Brigade special ops team, they would strike the base via an Assault Drop, they would take over the military base by force, intimidation, psychology and surprise…

At the same time these craft were racing towards their targets, the Kraven Military Arm began to bombard all the Teraq Radio frequencies with random noises, white noise, static and random blurbs of Communications between Capitol Police and the Command Relay…

A Propaganda storm was also whipped up around the Teraq civilian quarters, the Kraven High Command kept informing people that their lives are worthless unless their servitude in Kraven was absolute, also informing them that their Military was weak and pathetic in the face of Capitol Police Dominance, and that “Kraven Would Spare No-One”….

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Kraven Agents began moving at night through out the cities, they had been there since the Government of Teraq had made itself known to the International Community, started putting up posters designed to de-moralise the public, forcing the military to give up its resistance and allow The Kraven Military to move in unopposed…

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The reaction on the street was... just about none. Jack Riddel had spent an amazing amount of money on breaking the public spirit. A few people absently noted that there were new propoganda posters on top of the old ones that covered almost every exterior wall. Most simply went about their business. Heads lowered, eyes on the ground in front of them, not daring to look each other, or anyone else, in the eye.
***
Colonel Maxwell Harkness was, as far as he was concerned, now the highest ranking figure in the Teraqi army. He was also one of the only people who had been privelege to Riddel's mad plan. As a result, he had gathered a group of some five thousand soldiers loyal to him, and had taken them out into the woods at the dead of night. Now he was telling them why.

"Alright boys, you've all heard the rumors. From what I've gathered, they range from the relatively mundane- a terrorist attack on the Riddel Palace, to the outrageous, those Exessively Armed b------s on their way here, backed up by GASN, the CA, and the SL. The truth is somewhere in between. Jack Riddel is dead. Before he died, he decided to screw over the people who actually supported him while he was alive. He sold- no, gave- us to Kraven, lock, stock, and barrel.

"You all have heard stories about Kraven. I don't know what's true, and what isn't. What I do know is that they aren't likely to simply ask us to take an early retirement. Now, you boys don't deserve what Kraven will probably do to you. So here's the agreement that was transmitted to Kraven moments ago, from a brave man in the foreign office. We five thousand will fight for Kraven. He will transport us to whatever front he desires, and we will do what we were trained to do. Those of us whom survive will be given a small area, about the size of a large town, where we and our families will retire.

"If Kraven chooses not to accept this, realize that your families are already as good as dead. If this is the case, we will die fighting Kraven. But! They may be evil, but they aren't stupid. I'm confident that if they have one braincell between the whole country, they'll accept some free soldiers, over some costly enemies. For now, we wait. No fires, no radios, nothing that could be used to detect our position."

All your bump are belong to us!

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