NationStates Jolt Archive

In an open letter to all nations the President of the Silver Wolf Republic, is begging all nations to help clean up after the war. There are still many ex-secret bio-weapon labs that need to be cleaned out. As is we do not have the man power or storage areas for all of the toxins. In an effort to keep the weapons out of rouge elements in our nation. We will give any good nation free reighn to search our nation....except for a few areas. Thankyou.

*The first of the so called clean up trucks headed towards Silver Wolf Republic's border. Not caring who saw the toxin filled rig, Jeff Cobbs giggled as he drove. Thinking that he pulled one over on the goverment the bio-terriost did not know that they let him take the rig. This was just another experiment ran by the jadded tech lords in Denver. They wanted to see what other nations would do when this killer load pulled into their lands. Pluse it was a way to get rid of the toxins and keep the goverments hands clean.

The Community of Siap would be willing to aid in the disposal of all your NBC (Nuclear, Biological and Chemical) weapons. You will, in fact, be compensated for surrendering these.

*Jeff Cobbs pulls the truck into the small town of Gasper's Pig. Just out side the republics borders. He grinned walking to the back of the trucks as a small gree Yugo pulled up. he walks over to the car pulling on a gas mask. Turning he fires a small .22 caliber pistol in to the back of the storaage tank. Black gas starts to leak out as the Yugo pulls away. Turing to the driver who wears a mask like his Jeff says" The next truck is heading out the far side of their territory. Glad they fell for our clean up crew story."

* A few hours after the car leaves the first person dies. Lesions popping all over his body. Five hours latter the town is dead.*

The Community of Siap would be willing to aid in the disposal of all your NBC (Nuclear, Biological and Chemical) weapons. You will, in fact, be compensated for surrendering these.From Sgt Major Dr. Dilbert: We thankyou for any help. Beaware that the toxins in the labs and trucks are deadly. We do not even know half of what is in the labs.

ooc: beaware that at least 1 out of every 100 trucks willhave been sabotaged(sp) by rouge elements in the goverment. Those loyel to the old Colorado and Texas. Not that your nation would know this.

From Sgt Major Dr. Dilbert: We thankyou for any help. Beaware that the toxins in the labs and trucks are deadly. We do not even know half of what is in the labs.

ooc: beaware that at least 1 out of every 100 trucks willhave been sabotaged(sp) by rouge elements in the goverment. Those loyel to the old Colorado and Texas. Not that your nation would know this.

IC: I am Specialist Reicker and I have been assigned by the Siapian International Threats Strategic Command to handle this case. I look forward to working with you.

Can you send us the known locations of these labs and trucks as well as information about the rogue elements in your nation?

~Reicker

You shall be working with the 52nd Penal legion. They are convicts under the control of Commander Guant. The first five labs are located near the old town of Warwicks. Becarefull though the land is conntaminated with toxins.

ooc: The goverment would not say anything about the "rouge" people.

You shall be working with the 52nd Penal legion. They are convicts under the control of Commander Guant. The first five labs are located near the old town of Warwicks. Becarefull though the land is conntaminated with toxins.

ooc: The goverment would not say anything about the "rouge" people.

OCC: Is that a Warhammer 40k reference? :D

You shall be working with the 52nd Penal legion. They are convicts under the control of Commander Guant. The first five labs are located near the old town of Warwicks. Becarefull though the land is conntaminated with toxins.

ooc: The goverment would not say anything about the "rouge" people.

Is there a nearby airfield where we may set up a temporary command center?

ooc. I love warhammer 40k. We even have a 13th Penal Legion. Shite my old nation used to send penal legions out to other nations.

ic: You may land at Silver Wolf National Airport. It is loacated 10 klicks out side Denver. You will be met my an honer guard of our Catachan city commandos.

We need a location where we can establish a field lab and a command center. Can we use the airport?

Sirs. You may set up in the old east terminal. Our city Fighters will provide security.

ooc: do not forget that some containers will be sabotaged. have fun killing your people.

We are sending a total of 100 personnel to aid in the recovery of NBC weapons. About 30 will remain in the terminal to staff the research facilities. We will be arriving shortly.

~Reicker

OOC: I have a plan for dealing with the sabotaged containers. And I hope your not too squeamish for an autopsy scene, since I have no background in warhammer and would like to know what the toxin is.

ooc: Have fun with it.

ic: We will welcome you with open arms and beers. Message from Sgt. Dennis Mc Millertime.

*another so-called clean up truck pulled into the town of Monkey's Uncle. The man behind the wheel gasped his last, he eyes leaking out onto the dash. Soon the town felt the wraith of the toxins. The only survivors were the children. Who were soon scooped up my mystriuse red helicopters.

The three C-130s flew in semi-formation as they received clearance to land at the airport. The massive planes bore Siapian military insignias, but also a humanitarian insignia designating their stated purpose to help this nation.

As the belly of each plane opened up, assortments of equipment and technicians empties, along with 50 Siapian regulars. At the front of the group was a man wearing a long black coat over his uniform, with a scarf tied tightly around his neck and reflective sunglasses. With a motion of his hand, the soldiers put their rifles on their backs as they approached the warehouse.

Inside the planes, there were still the remaining 50 technicians and medics, along with the equipment that would soon turn this hangar into a sophisticated analytical and diagnostic laboratory.

Reicker approached the commander of the soldiers. "Donovan," His voice was raspy and it sound as though he was stuggling greatly to speak. "See that our hosts know of our arrival." The soldier quickly and silently saluted him before darting off. Reicker coughed slightly before coughing up a wad of bloody phlegm. He swore silently to himself as he tightened the scarf. Something about this place struck him as not quite right. But after his career, everything seemed to strike him that way.

*Three troopers in full gear walk up*
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"Welome to the Republic the first one says. " I am Commander Guant of the 52nd Penal legion. Please come this way to your staging area."

*Far off in the distance several serverly malformed people are quockly loaded into an APC.*
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"Commander. I am Specialist Dean Reicker. This is Major Sean Donovan, of the 23rd Special Purposes Infantry." The Siapian soldiers began assembling their own protective gear. The first group of infantry brought several large containers along with them.

"I will be going along with the first division for this leg of the expedition. I am having half of my men remain to aid in the assembly of the lab." Reicker then followed the commander to the staging area.

*gaunt grins under his mask, the mad docter has paid him well to film all that goes on here. Knowing that these people were good and would not turn away from any evil, he signeled for one of the malformed victems to be let free. As it ran towards the men screaming for help, he pushed Reicker to the ground out of the way. His men open fired with their .50 cal assult rifles shreading the beast. Calmly standing up he wiped the gore off himself.*"This way."

"Is that one of the victims of the lab? Or something that won't get recorded?" Reicker said, despite feeling that he already knew the answer.

*Gaunt turns his masked head*"That is or was a citizen of a settlement out side our borders. How it got here is no concern of mine. It came at us so I killed it"

*from behind a large building is heard the sound of gun fire and screams*


ooc: bed time got to go to rehb for my leg in the morning night. Feel free to keep playing.

ooc:damn aol

ic: Two scientest sat and staring at a computer scree. The screen showed the results of of the experement so far. Hundreds were dead and many more mutated by the many toxins.