NationStates Jolt Archive

Guarded by fierce some Mandalorian Brutes, The Mandalore rolled down the window of his limo and watched dozens of angry citizens, blocked of by Maldorian Soldiers, armed to the teeth, about the entering of war and the violence. In fact, The Mandalore was on his was to Mandalore National Airport for a trip to New Ausha for peace talks. Nothing could be better. The day couldn’t be warmer and the sky couldn’t be clearer.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. An angry citizen pulled out an AK-47 and fired blindly at The Mandalore. Pandemonium then broke loose. Maldorian Soldiers picked up their assault rifles and beat down any individuals in the area. The angry mobs then replied with Molotov cocktails and fragmentation grenades. Humvees tore up as the grenades kept coming.

“Captain, we can’t hold these guys out. Where did they get these weapons?” shouted a Soldier from behind the wreckage of a flipped over Humvee.

“Boy, follow me as-,” his command was cut short by the explosion of the whole Humvee.

As the attack cleared up, it was clear that The Mandalore was shot multiple times in the chest and right arm. Maldorian Medical Transports rushed down towards Airport Road where the attack took place.

The M997 roared down Maldorian streets as the ambulance raced towards the Capital Hospital.

In the nation, televisions, on every channel, flicked up the country’s news station. They started the report of the incident of what happened that fateful night,

“Hello. This is Ann Angelone with heart-breaking news. The Mandalore was struck in the chest and arm by violent conspirators. He is now under operation. We can only hope for the best. We’ll now take you to Bill where he will post the casualties.”

“Thanks Ann. So far we’ve uncovered thirteen dead Maldorian Soldiers, fifty-nine dead mobsters (since they were wielding weapons), and thirty-seven unarmed civilians. Stay with me while we listen to the news of The Mandalore.”

The news channel flicked back on as Ann came, dishuffled and disillusioned, and began their report.

"Breaking news! Chief Surgeon O'Neill told me that The Mandalore was cured of the bullet in his arm but the the second shot was from a tranquilizer gun filled with poison and he might no make it. I am standing live outside the room as-. O my god!!!"

The camera then turned down the hospital hallway and in the corrider were five veiled men, all armed with AK-47's, who strode towards The Mandalore's room.

A small firefight then occured as the hospital police tried to kill the assaulters. Ann was a victim of war. A bullet grazed her cheek as blood flowed from the wound. She fell down screaming in pain. The cameraman then began running down the opposite hallway but the camera smashed down onto the ground as the man screamed for his life.......

The news channel flicked back on as Ann came, dishuffled and disillusioned, and began their report.

"Breaking news! Chief Surgeon O'Neill told me that The Mandalore was cured of the bullet in his arm but the one in the chest was tipped with poison and he won't make it. I am standing live outside the room as-. O my god!!!"


OOC: Poison WTF?

OOC: Poison WTF?
Alright, yea. I'll change that. I was gonna say antrax or something? What sounds deadly?

OOC: Cant really tip a bullet with posion. But you can get a tranq gun and fill the tranq with posion and have him shot with that.

OOC: Cant really tip a bullet with posion. But you can get a tranq gun and fill the tranq with posion and have him shot with that.

ok, thanks. I'll change it.

OOOC: So is he dead? If not can I have like a small team of 2-3 people help the rebels in the hosptial kill off the Mandalore?

In The Mandalore's hospital room, the seven Mandalorian Brutes took their positions around the surgeons as they operated on The Mandalore. As the door burst open, the three remaining terrorists lobbed phorphorus and smoke grenades into the room. Immediately, the surgeons dropped their various tools and gasped for breath.

"Get around and-" AK-47's screamed in the air as one of the Brutes thudded onto the ground with a deep moan.

An enormous firefight began in the smoky operating room. If the Brutes could hold out for a few more minutes then Maldorian Special Forces (MSF) would rush inside the hospital and sweep out the terrorists. Only five more minutes...

OOOC: So is he dead? If not can I have like a small team of 2-3 people help the rebels in the hosptial kill off the Mandalore?

OOC: he's being operated on and be might/might not make it and he's in the capital so you can try to break in (i highly doubt it though

OOC: Well then can I still send a team in? If not can I be the one to supply the rebels for awhile? But if those rebels are making a big scene in the hosptial then it should be easier getting in then...

OOC: Well then can I still send a team in? If not can I be the one to supply the rebels for awhile?

ooc: sure, your team can act like Maldorian citizens and sure you can supply them too

A team of four people surronded the hostptial from four sides. They each hide in a building on facing the side of the medical facality. " Ok Guys. We need to make these shot count. I want John to aim at the lower level. I will aim at the mid. And I want Joe and Chris to blow the shit out of the top. The ensueing chaos should give the rebels enough time to go in and kill the leader. On my go" said the team 65's leader CHristian Bader.

He slowly counted down. " Now!" he whispered into his radio. At that moment an RPG zoomed straight at a lower level floor. Christian fired his at a mid level floor. And two other RPGS came out to hit the upper level floors. Hopefully they hit and cause the distraction and effect they wanted.

Hundreds of wounded citizens in other parts of the hospital lost their lives immediately. Others that remained alive flew onto the other side of the rooms due to the impact of the blow.

Meanwhile, in The Mandalore's room, the fight slowed down. The Brutes numbered three, yet the terrorists numbered two. The Maldorian Special Forces, which were on the bottom floor, heard the impact, and rushed outside and began searching for the terrorist cohorts.

The Mandalore was slowly but surely dying without any proper medical care, and saw his life passing swiftly through his eyes...

" Ok John the special forces are on your side. Get them with your last two RPGS. If that doesnt do it I'll snipe any the rest why are alive. Joe and Chris I want you to ditch your weapons and get across to the next house. On my command...now!" Christian said as he hide in his room looking out the window from the appartment.

He saw as the rpg came out from the window torwards the Special forces coming out of the hostptial.

"HOLY SHI-" Capt. Jack's yell was cut off by the screeh of the RPG coming right at him. "GET DOWN!" Jack then flung to the side and helplessly watched as others were cut down. He averted his eyes and looked at the escaping bandits. He then fixed a scope to his sniper rifle and took aim. "Nice knowin' ya." He then released the trigger.....

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The Mandalorian Brute had succeded in killing the last of the terrorists in the room, yet at the price of The Mandalore without treatment. Those five minutes were the last of his life.....

Joe feel down pain as the bullet ripped through his side. Christian saw this and aimed his gun at Jack gritting his teeth. He took aim and said quietly from his building " An eye for an eye" he said firing straight at Jack's head.

Joe feel down pain as the bullet ripped through his side. Christian saw this and aimed his gun at Jack gritting his teeth. He took aim and said quietly from his building " An eye for an eye" he said firing straight at Jack's head.

Jack fell to the down without a moan. Although many MSF were dead, the overwhelming amount just kept streaming out of the hospital.

"I found the sniper!" roared a bazooka trooper as he fired right towards the house Christian was in.

Shots panged into the house as MSF moved in closer for the kill...

Christian saw the bazooka holder threw the scope and ran for his life out the room. He felt the building shudder as the missle like object hit building. He fell on the ground injuried but not dead. He started running out the back door.

Jason observed from the building a few blocks down from the hosptaiel. " Damnit... Oh well I guess we will have to lure them over here. Team 66 prepare for plan GAS" he said smiling a bit.

Someone on the street suddenly screamed. Oh my God! Theres a whole bunch of them by the parking garage! There killing everyone inside! There forgieners! Forgieners have invaded our country!" the person yelled loudly.

The MSF went over to Joe (who was hit on the ground) and pinned him to the ground. They then knocked him out, smacked hand cuffs on him, and awaited a pickup to see the nation from where he is from.

One of the MSF commanders, Commander Alpha 9, radioed in The Maldorian Capital.


"This is Alpha 9. We need a few Apaches and an escort copter. We have a riot with a prisoner. over and out"


Ten MSF went over to investigate the yellings of the people....

Someone ran out of a half open parking garage beaten and bruised. It was a woman. " Help us! There inside there! 50 or more! They cut power and started killing everyone!" she said as she fell to the ground.

As Joe was beaten and brusied but Christ had gotten away. Or had he? There was a loud honking noise as a large truck headed torwards the MSF forces holding Joe. Joe slowly woke up and smiled knowing he was being saved...by death.

Jason observed from the building a few blocks down from the hosptaiel. " Damnit... Oh well I guess we will have to lure them over here. Team 66 prepare for plan GAS" he said smiling a bit.


ooc: you can't "GAS" the area since your in my capital. If I wanted to, I would send my millions of soldiers, and Apache Helicopters to tore your stupid dudes into pieces but I'm being nice, so watch out/

As Joe was beaten and brusied but Christ had gotten away. Or had he? There was a loud honking noise as a large truck headed torwards the MSF forces holding Joe. Joe slowly woke up and smiled knowing he was being saved...by death.

The remaining MSF bazooka men fired at the large truck coming at them. The missles were bound to their target as the truck exploded into a smoldering debris pile...

OOC: Nevermind. I see you already kilkled the leader and no big rebellion like I had hoped. I'll just pull all these guys out of here.

Suddenly a bullet flew into Joe's head. Jason threw his rifle down and ran from the building. He did not care he killed a fellow operative. He knew Joe would have done the same thing. He would have been ordered to anyways. He had to get back though. His other plan had to work.

Apache Longbow Helicopters hovered over the city as they searched for their targets. Once they sight their targets, they were told to use extreme punishment for the terrorist attack...


ooc: how many guys you have left?

Hearing the news of a new leader choosed and no rebellion that had been planned What was left of team 64 and the rest of team 65 headed out of the country through and sewer trail that lead out of the city. Jason however stayed behind in the town...

Apache Longbow Helicopters hovered over the city as they searched for their targets. Once they sight their targets, they were told to use extreme punishment for the terrorist attack...


ooc: how many guys you have left?



respond to my ooc question please...

OOC: I only had 2 team 64 and four 65 members. Theres no need since only one stayed behind in your country.

The five Longbows diligently searched for the remaining terrorists that stayed in the city.



Back in the capital house, things were starting to cool up after the attack. A new leader was soon to be initiated but The Mandalore's death still shocks many...

bump for viewage

The Chancellor split his coffee, over the Navy blue rug of the plane.

"The mandalore? Confirmed dead?"

"We cannot confirm sir."

"Alright, I want a squad of agents too get too that hospital now. I trust there are some off duty in the embassy?"

"Yes sir, 20."

"Send them all."

"Oh, call the pilot, and tell him too clear a trip too Maldorians. I want too be in the capital in the next few hours."

"erm- sir?"

"Do it, Jeff."

"Alright sir."

*This is the Chancellors personal aircraft requesting clearance into Maldorian airspace. Repeat we have the Chancellor on board. Please provide landing destinations.*

The chancellor straightened his tie, and finished combing his dark Grey hair. His guards feverishly handed him a thin, Kevlar jacket, which would fit under his suit. Inside, incredibly flexible sheets of titanium lay in the torso and back, under a few layers of incredibly tightly wound Kevlar. The assassins nightmare. All 60 of the guards dawned the same precaution, loading their MM Sig sauer and glocks.

The plane sped through the air, awaiting a reply. The 30 fighter escort flew close, diligently scanning the skies.

Ambassador too Maldorians, Marvin Kelitin sat up straight in his chair.

"The Chancellor is on his way?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright, contact the Maldorian air force and security forces. We need too set up and entourage. Also, tell them that we will await him at the airport."

The streets of the capital were full of civilians, as the line of 40 Aushan vehicles left the embassy gates. Inside, were heavily armored marines, fully garbed in BDU's, with their G36's loaded up and ready. On top of the Humvee lay commanding 50. caliber machine guns. Along with the 40 Humvee, another 50 civilian cars followed, full of Aushan agents. 5 of the vehicles soon broke of from the airport route, turning too enter the hospital grounds. Helicopters flew overhead, as they pulled into several employee parking spaces. 22 Agents emerged, fully clothed in suits, with body armor underneath, and Berettas in their jackets. The Leader, a captain approached a Maldorian soldier.

"We are here under the Chancellors orders, too secure the Mandalore, and cooperate with authority in assuring his safety."

He coolly flipped out a badge, which read "Ministry of Intelligence" in German of course. The design was that of the State flag embedded in the bottom, with a large timber wolf taking up most of the space. He calmly awaiting a reply.

ooc: I am going to a party with my friends. When I get back, I will respond by editing this post. See ya.