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Statement from James Batra, CEO, Royale Group

From Kensington Corporate Headquarters:
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People of the world,
Today, a horrific terrorist attack ravaged our great nation. Thirteen thousand people died today, when a skyscraper in downtown Northolt was destroyed when the supports were taken out by C4 explosive.

This is a horrific affront against the people of British Londinium and the property of British Londinium.

This attack shall not go unpunished.

OOC: I need some one to RP the attack, por favor.

I shall.

OOC: Why, that works out well.
IC:

By Order of the Royale Group, plc.

Martial law is hereby declared throughout all of British Londinium. Those found to bem acting against us, the government, shall be promptly arrested and detained.

A Code Purple curfew is now in effect.

Official Diplomatic Telegram
To: Royale Group
From: Nova Brittanica
We are horrified that your nation has been attacked in such a way. As our Imperial Navy and Imperial Marines are tied down in Nueve Acuatico, we will devote our Imperial Elite and Imperial Unspecified Services (also know as the Imperial Secret Operations) to helping you. We will also help clean the wreckage of the skyscraper, and try to help save any survivors.

OOC: Why, that works out well.
IC:

By Order of the Royale Group, plc.

Martial law is hereby declared throughout all of British Londinium. Those found to bem acting against us, the government, shall be promptly arrested and detained.

A Code Purple curfew is now in effect.

ooc: (so what am I supposed to rp attacking?)

ooc: (so what am I supposed to rp attacking?)

OOC: No, that's already happened, but you should definetly introduce the terrorists.

Edward Irving cheered in the dim lighted room as he seized a guard and asked him the time.

"well, sir. It's about 5 pm. Why?"

"Shut up! Why do you care?" snapped back Edward.

He then scrolled through maps of the city until he found one that caught his eye. He picked out his knife and stabbed next area for their move....


ooc: where should they attack next?

OOC: Maldorians, go for RAF Waddington, an airbase again in the north. Let your imagination run free, do what you please with these terrorists.

The small band of terrorists, ten large, armed themselved to the teeth and stood near trees outside RAF Waddington, waiting for the signal. Irving put the scope of a sniper rifle to his eye and glanced for any guard. Upon seeing a guard near a guard post, Irving pressed the trigger and yelled for his men to attack.....

RAF Waddington
Waddington Island, British Londinium

Joe was talking to his wife on his mobile.
"Darling, I know it's our anniversary, and I know I shouldn't have called you a whore this morning, but you have to understand that -"

The bullet punctured his skull, killing him instantly. He fell out of the tower.

His colleague, Roberto, saw this, and also saw the approach of the terrorists.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he pressed the alarm.

He too, was shot in the face as the terrorists entered the base...

RAF Waddington
Waddington Island, British Londinium

Joe was talking to his wife on his mobile.
"Darling, I know it's our anniversary, and I know I shouldn't have called you a whore this morning, but you have to understand that -"


ooc: sniff sniff. now I feel sad, but yet HAHA WHORE!!!!!!

IC: Raph started laughing as he reloaded his Glock. "Haha! I got one, boss!"

Irving just smiled and kept running towards the base.

"Now listen. No raping the guys. That goes for you too, Tim. Ok, we need to take some oil barrels and anything of value. O and get weapons. I have some business to attend to.....

OOC: I'd like to get involved in this as a state sponsor, if that is not a problem. New bio-weapon i'd like to try releasing, possibly through Mandalorian's terrorists.

From The Desk of The Arch Arsonist
The Armed Republic of Mer des Ennuis empathizes with the loss experienced by the British, and we have set aside $150,000,000 in cash and supplies for immediate dispatch to British Londinium. Furthermore, the combat engineering battalion of the 8th Ville des Ames Guard has been made ready for disaster relief actions. We wish your nation the best in its recovery efforts.

Adam Wincenty
General of the Home Guard
Arch Arsonist
"Fear Ensures Loyalty!"

OOC: Bio-weapons? Elaborate before I decide...
IC:

The Royale Group appreciates this aid, and shall use it in reconstructive efforts.

OOC: Code named Aurora, militarized version of a catepillar virus (basically a modified version of the virus used in Richard Preston's "The Cobra Event" combined with the delivery system of the "Shiva" virus of Tom Clancy's Rainbow six). It lies dormant for 3 days, during which it is highly contagious and near undetectable. After the third day, it has affected the central nervous system so much (it basically turns the brain/body into a bio reactor), it causes auto cannibalism followed by rapid, painless death, where it is easily spread by blood. Your choice; either way, i don't think the initial human "trials" would be horribly effective (Call it Aurora .90 alpha or what have you.)

And will my forces (engineering unit and its naval and air support) be able to land?

OOC: yes, they can land. Bio-weapon, I need to think about it.

8th Ville des Ames Guard

Ville des Ames, Mer des Ennuis - Orders had come down from Gen. Adam Wincenty's office, and the 8th Engineering Battalion's depots were all but empty as the last of the massive HEMTT-2's departed to meet the 5th Maratime Guard Battle Group at Cape Verde across the plains of Mer des Ennuis. Lt. Colonel Ryszard stood with three of the members of his command staff in front of the squad reinforced concrete building acting as his HQ. Across the razor wire, sand bags, and mines, he spied a faint shape.

"What is that?" He wondered, until he could clearly discern the shapes of a pair of V-22 tiltrotor Ospreys, which soon landed 50 yards from him. A half dozen heavily armed men in black armor ran out to ensure the area was clear, before a General in full dress absconded from the aircraft.

"Lt. Colonel, I am Lieutenant General Janusz. Please come with me. Your staff will take that craft." He said, motioning towards the other V-22.

A few minutes later they were airborne.
"What can I do for you?" asked the colonel.
"Your mission to British Londinium is not all that it seems, and certain interests need to be protected. On board SSN-19 are 5 men with equipment. You are not to disturb them, nor question any orders they give your men. You are to meet any requests they may have. Lastly, I want you and your men to wear full protect gear while working and sleeping until Level 3 Pressurized housing is available. Do I make myself clear?" ordered Janusz.
"Yes sir!"
As the VTOL landed, Gen. Janusz saluted. "Good. Dismissed."

In three days time, the engineering unit would arrive in British Londinium, its 51 some-odd ships and men ready to commence with heavy CE operations.

ooc: sniff sniff. now I feel sad, but yet HAHA WHORE!!!!!!

IC: Raph started laughing as he reloaded his Glock. "Haha! I got one, boss!"

Irving just smiled and kept running towards the base.

"Now listen. No raping the guys. That goes for you too, Tim. Ok, we need to take some oil barrels and anything of value. O and get weapons. I have some business to attend to.....

waiting for reply from British Londinium...

Official Diplomatic Telegram
To: Royale Group
From: Nova Brittanica
We are horrified that your nation has been attacked in such a way. As our Imperial Navy and Imperial Marines are tied down in Nueve Acuatico, we will devote our Imperial Elite and Imperial Unspecified Services (also know as the Imperial Secret Operations) to helping you. We will also help clean the wreckage of the skyscraper, and try to help save any survivors.

OOC: Bump for reply

To Nova Brittanica

Your aid is both appreciated and welcome. In the future, Royale shall think fondly of you, and endeavour to return the favour.

waiting for reply from British Londinium...

Klaxons roared in the airbase.

Intruder alert! Intruder Alert! Code Red urgent! Code Red urgent!

RAF military policement scrambled to intercept the terrorists, who had already punctured the defence of RAF Waddington.

"Take 'em down!" cried an MP as he began to fire at the terrorists.