NationStates Jolt Archive

05:00 hours

Just off the Schavakian gulf.

Captain Mikael Slaava was thinking of his wife and newborn son when it happened.

Slaava worked piloting the Schavakian cruise liner, Imperiance. He was 37 years old, and he had just managed to steer the ship away from a protruding rock. Just thinking he would die out here, without saying his final goodbyes, made him uneasy.

2 armed gunmen burst into the room, shouting wildly. One had a passenger as a human shield, and stayed near the door, forcing the woman to close it. Slaava pulled out the berreta 92FS he kept safe for such happenings, but the terrorist was quicker. When Slaava moved his hand towards his belt, the masked man squeezed the trigger twice, shattering the mans ribcage. With a heavy thud, the man fell to the floor.

The woman screamed. One of the men pistol-whipped her, cursing her in Schavak. She whirled away, a small blood trail following from her mouth. She hit the floor and skidded away to a corner of the room.

The men looked at each other. One nodded, and locked the cabin door. the second turned on a mobile phone and made a call. At that same time, 5 or 6 more masked terrorists jumped out of a tarpaulin over a pickup truck in the car deck. Taking hostages, they made their way to various places around the ship.

Possible characters-

terrorist
passenger
hostage
crew member
police/ SAS (You won't come in until they arrive though)
Anything else within reason.

OOC: Heya, I'll join if you like.

Reggy Samston, Communications Officer for the Imperiance was fortunately not on the Bridge when the men had burst in. Neither was he armed. What he was in abundance though, was scared. He had seen the men burst into the Bridge and had heard the shots a moment later, he knew they had a hostage and he figured there were more of them.

He ducked into a service corridor and headed for the staff's quarters, his cabin had a satellite phone and a lockable door, at least.

OOC: I'll join

John Heston First Mate on the Imperiance, was luckily not on the deck when the terroists burst in, he happened to be lying in his bed onboard, asleep. But when he heared the guns firing, he groped for his M1911A1 he kept for situations like this. He didn't dare go into where he normall would have gone, the bridge, for he knew the terroist's where there. But he would attempt to find the Communication's Officer and meet up with him, so he ran in the direction of the staff quarter's and see if the CO was there, if not he would have to look all over the ship for him, for only the CO could call for help now.

The man that had no name simply stood on the deck of the ship as he watched the chaos unfolding around him. Most of the staff and passengers had been rounded up, but some eluded his men. Never mind. This was just phase one, the plan would see completion...

"Sir?"

The voice was rough, with a hint of Schavak, but the man spoke English. These were the leader's recruits: immigrants fed up with the state of the country they had moved to.


"Yes. What news do you bring?"

"We're still looking for some of the crew. But most of them we've got rung up."

"Good. Keep searching."

The man nodded and walked away. The leader turned back to the window, and brought a heavy object from his pocket. It was a sub machine gun- a H&K UMP. Soon, he would use it to shoot through every single head of the capitalists down there that actually had money to spend on this cruise, when he... his family had died, because he couldn't get enough money to feed them. Not anymore! When one of them contacted the police, then he would make his demand...

Reaching his cabin and encountering none of the gunmen along the way had been a stroke of amazing luck, although he was sure he had had several narrow escapes. Grabbing for the phone, Reggy swiftly dialled and engaged the flimsy lock on his door while the phone connected.

After what seemed like an eternity, the police came on the line.

"Hello? This is Reggy Samston, Communications Officer onboard the Imperiance, the cruise liner. There are gunmen taking over the ship, I've just seen them shoot the captain!"

*bump*

ill be the police


when they come in can you telegram me with a brief summary

I'll join

Fernando Martinez was jolted awake by the gunfire. Wondering what was happening, he picked up his phone and dialed. Luckily he knew the captain's number. He would find out what was happening soon enough.

John Heston cautiously walked slowly along the deck, and he peeked into the door of the bridge, he cocked his Colt 1911, for he knew that there would be firefight ahead. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against the terrorists, but at least he wouldn't die a coward. He would go down fighting, he decided.

He saw a man with his back to John with a H&K UMP SMG, and John decided if the time was ready to act, he must act know. With a forceful kick he brought down the door to the bridge and fired his 1911 at the man, 2 bullets going into the back of the man, the man cried and dropped the H&K UMP. John ran and picked it up, and ran out of the bridge and saw another masked man, and this time John was a bit more prepared, he fired at the man with the H&K, the man went down, and John ran off into the lower decks to find the rest of the crew and gather them into a safer part of the ship.

The phone next to he captain began ringing, vibrating across the floor until it reached his leg.

Martinez calling... call missed.

But Slaava would never pick up the phone.

The man next to the captain's corpse was near to death. The puncture wounds in his back had drained him of energy, not to mention blood. But he was still alive.

He looked to the door to the fore deck, and saw the younger man he was talking to earlier- dead. He was just a boy really, and he didn't deserve...

He would have his revenge.

He stood up, swaying slightly. A little blood dribbled from his back, but he still had his glock 17.

A whirring noise disturbed him. He turned around, and a SWAT helicopter touched down on the helipad in front of him. He whirled around, firing rounds, but a bullet struck him between the eyes, and he lay still.

John Heston ran along the deck, and one terrorist popped out and attempted to shoot him with some sort of pistol, but John fired at him, and he dropped to the deck, and he then ran to the Swat helicopter hands up and said "Don't shoot, I am not a terrorist, I am a crew member of this ship. The captain was brutally murdered by terrorist's on this ship. THey are all around, no time to talk, we have to find the crew who are hiding in varouis part's of the ship. Follow me, I know all the cabin's where they might be hinding" He beckoned for the SWAT team to follow him, and with his captured UMP he ran down the stairs, he saw a masked man (a terrorist run up) but John was prepared and fired a auto burst at the man, and he dropped dead. He and the SWAT team ran down the stairs, and into the corridors of the ship....