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Wild Dusk Oil PLC

The Real Alternative

Wild Dusk Oil PLC (WDO) is the biggest Oil producing and distributing company within the Fourdom of Londim. After years of success and great customer satisfaction WDO wants to help your nation. You may ask how this can be done. The following shall explain all:

NATION WITH OIL RESERVES?:

Have oil reserves but cannot adequately access them or finding it to expensive to extract or produce? Let us help. If you allow WDO to take control of the oil reserves we will pass the benefits to you:

Local Workers: WDO believes in helping the local people. All our extracting, producing and distributing sites will employ your own citizens and offer a competitive wage.

Local Infrastructure: WDO will put 20% of the money it earns in your nation into helping building the local infrastructure. You can decide what the money goes to be it schools, hospitals or entertainment.

The environment: We at WDO believe in protecting the environment. While extracting and producing the oil we will take in all environmental laws as well as our own strict guidelines to do as little damage as possible.

NATION INTERESTED IN BUYING OIL?

We offer some of the best contracts around. We supply oil to any nation willing. Lets have a breakdown of prices:

Price per barrel: $45

Transport Costs:
These depend on the number of barrels being transported and how they are being trasnported.

Currently : 9 million barrels per day within Londim.

So if interested in further negotiations please contact WDO PLC immediatly:


Nations Signed Up:

Free shepmagans

WDO Headquarters
Resa City
Londim

The office was large. The room itself seemed to be more like the lounge of a lrge house. On one wall hung a huge 8 foot scrren that was almost constantly switched to the 24 hour news channel. A desk faced the screen and behind the desk sat a large man. This man had an aura around him, a wave of power and strenght radiating off of him. This was Robert Myst, the Chairman of WDO PLC.

He was looking at a smaller man in front of him, a mna who was small physically but was one of the most intelligent and fearless people in Londim. This man was Howard Yussef, WDO's main advisor.

"So", said Myst, "We've hit the world stage but we have no one interested yet. I want to know why. Who's our biggest threat and competitor?"

"Well the answer to that is easy", replied Yussef,"Griffincrest, based in the Blackhelm Confederacy. These guys aren't soft, seem to force their competitors and that's putting it lightly. Dominating the market and not giving much choice to the world."

Myst looked at Yussef.

"Well looks like we've got a competition to win then doesn't it?"

Official message from the confederacy of Free Shepmagans:


Mr. Chairman, let me be blunt. Our nation requires oil to function and has no known reservoirs to exploit, however, we detest the idea of allowing such a powerful corporation as Griffincrest into our country, as that would create undue stress on our native companies. Thusly we have decided to come to you, and offer you access to the currently oil starved masses of our nation. We may not be the largest country, or the richest, but we can offer you two things many others won't. Exclusivity, as our monopoly laws were abolished some time ago, and practical immunity from the law. The only things we ask in return are that you respect Tantalus inc. (Which has no interest in petroleum anyway), that you protect yourself to a reasonable extent, and possibly that you consider opening a refinery, or a branch of some sort in our nation.

Sincerely, Prime Minister Yui Kusanagi.

We'll buy you out for 5 trillion USD right now.

-Black Gold Incorporated.

Claudius Griffincrest was whistling happily in his office high above Paradise City when he opened up the manilla folder on his desk. His whistling cut off sharply as he read what was inside. "Another major oil company?" he thought to himself "I havent seen a big competitor in years. Too bad for them"

He was soon on the phone with one Mr. Reinhardt Hydraplate, commander of the GISF. Satelite images began to pour into the Griffincrest Overseas Command in RFF, and Wild Dusk owned oil fields were being pinpointed, soft spots in their defences found, and commandos prepared. In a matter of hours, a group of stealth ships were moving towards the Londim border. At a few miles away from the maritime line, they would open up, and several RIBS would spew out. Aboard each of the fourteen RIBS were four three man teams of the elite Bone Chiller mercenaries. These were some of the finest, best trained special forces operatives from militaries across the globe. Ex-GSG-9, Shadowmen, Imperial Guard, you name it there were men from all of the top agencies veterans in the group.

The mission was clear. An oil rig off the coast was targeted as the first to be hit. Teams A through G would approach the rig, seize it, eliminate all men on board, then destroy the rig. Teams H through Z would proceed to the shoreline, at which point they would begin to break up. Teams M, N, and O would launch an assault on any nearby power plants, as teams J and K assaulted the nearest police station, hopefully disabling them with minimum resistance to cut off reinforcements to the oil fields. Teams Q and R would sever all communications to the police stations as well as to the fields. The rest of the teams would proceed towards thei designated oil field, and from there, the fires would start.

Aboard one of the RIBS, a mercenary sat, clutching a set of Rosary beads. He was Lieutenant First Class Keith Brockwell, an ex SAS operative. He left Britian in search of better pay, and he found that with the Griffincrest Corporation. He was given the position of Lieutenant rather quickly, and had sen action in TWSP and Four Corners, but those were all support missions. This was the first time he would be going on an actual mission for Griffincrest without any form of armour or air support. It was one of the riskier missions he had ever been on. He looked around the RIB at the other mercenaries. A pair of Wanderjarian GSG-9 men spoke in whispers to each other over the lapping of the waves against the ships. An Aesonic Shadowman peered silently out over the dark sea towards his objective, the oil rig. A little group of TPF Phantoms joked, attempting to releive the stress of the mission. Confederate Imperial Guard and Honor Guard stood about, some speaking, others deathlysilent, staring straight ahead at the beaches and the rigs which would, hopefully, be soon set aflame.

Lt. Brockwell checked and double checked his equipment, and made sure that his men all did the same. "You think its gunna be tough?" another merc asked through his thick Wanderjarian accent. "Nope, in and out" Keith replied, his voice betraying the fear that he felt, giving off a calm, cool impression. Brockwell then bowed his head and finished off his prayers, than silently slipped the beads back into a pocet on his vest.

Official message from the confederacy of Free Shepmagans:


Mr. Chairman, let me be blunt. Our nation requires oil to function and has no known reservoirs to exploit, however, we detest the idea of allowing such a powerful corporation as Griffincrest into our country, as that would create undue stress on our native companies. Thusly we have decided to come to you, and offer you access to the currently oil starved masses of our nation. We may not be the largest country, or the richest, but we can offer you two things many others won't. Exclusivity, as our monopoly laws were abolished some time ago, and practical immunity from the law. The only things we ask in return are that you respect Tantalus inc. (Which has no interest in petroleum anyway), that you protect yourself to a reasonable extent, and possibly that you consider opening a refinery, or a branch of some sort in our nation.

Sincerely, Prime Minister Yui Kusanagi.

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Wild Dusk Oil PLC

The Real Alternative

TO: Prime Minister Yuri Kusanagi

We are delighted that you have come to us. As stated before we see it to help a nation that we work with instead of hindering it as we have noticed Griffincrest does. We only need a few details such as the amount of oil your country uses on average a year so we may offer you the best deal and making sure you do not lose oil or money. We also ask for locations of major ports so we may send the oil and also if the nation is interested is building a pipeline where we will employ the majority of workers from your nation.

Signed
Robert Myst
Chairman of WDO
We'll buy you out for 5 trillion USD right now.

-Black Gold Incorporated.

We are not interested in selling the business. Also a business with 5 trillion USD spare does not really need us.

Robert Myst
Chairman of WDO


Claudius Griffincrest was whistling happily in his office high above Paradise City when he opened up the manilla folder on his desk. His whistling cut off sharply as he read what was inside. "Another major oil company?" he thought to himself "I havent seen a big competitor in years. Too bad for them"

He was soon on the phone with one Mr. Reinhardt Hydraplate, commander of the GISF. Satelite images began to pour into the Griffincrest Overseas Command in RFF, and Wild Dusk owned oil fields were being pinpointed, soft spots in their defences found, and commandos prepared. In a matter of hours, a group of stealth ships were moving towards the Londim border. At a few miles away from the maritime line, they would open up, and several RIBS would spew out. Aboard each of the fourteen RIBS were four three man teams of the elite Bone Chiller mercenaries. These were some of the finest, best trained special forces operatives from militaries across the globe. Ex-GSG-9, Shadowmen, Imperial Guard, you name it there were men from all of the top agencies veterans in the group.

The mission was clear. An oil rig off the coast was targeted as the first to be hit. Teams A through G would approach the rig, seize it, eliminate all men on board, then destroy the rig. Teams H through Z would proceed to the shoreline, at which point they would begin to break up. Teams M, N, and O would launch an assault on any nearby power plants, as teams J and K assaulted the nearest police station, hopefully disabling them with minimum resistance to cut off reinforcements to the oil fields. Teams Q and R would sever all communications to the police stations as well as to the fields. The rest of the teams would proceed towards thei designated oil field, and from there, the fires would start.

Aboard one of the RIBS, a mercenary sat, clutching a set of Rosary beads. He was Lieutenant First Class Keith Brockwell, an ex SAS operative. He left Britian in search of better pay, and he found that with the Griffincrest Corporation. He was given the position of Lieutenant rather quickly, and had sen action in TWSP and Four Corners, but those were all support missions. This was the first time he would be going on an actual mission for Griffincrest without any form of armour or air support. It was one of the riskier missions he had ever been on. He looked around the RIB at the other mercenaries. A pair of Wanderjarian GSG-9 men spoke in whispers to each other over the lapping of the waves against the ships. An Aesonic Shadowman peered silently out over the dark sea towards his objective, the oil rig. A little group of TPF Phantoms joked, attempting to releive the stress of the mission. Confederate Imperial Guard and Honor Guard stood about, some speaking, others deathlysilent, staring straight ahead at the beaches and the rigs which would, hopefully, be soon set aflame.

Lt. Brockwell checked and double checked his equipment, and made sure that his men all did the same. "You think its gunna be tough?" another merc asked through his thick Wanderjarian accent. "Nope, in and out" Keith replied, his voice betraying the fear that he felt, giving off a calm, cool impression. Brockwell then bowed his head and finished off his prayers, than silently slipped the beads back into a pocet on his vest.

Oil Rig Sunset was operating at its usual pace. Men and women were at their stations keeping the oil pumped. Sunset was a large oil rig in itslef but not the biggest in Wild Dusks inventory. The larger ones were heaile guarded while these offshore rigs were guarded by some guards. A distress line was linked directly to WDO HQ and to Government agencies, which was normal protocol for any business Londim based if they were not within Londim's mainland.

The man in charge was Frederick Jones. He was in his mid 30's and was both a nice man and a ruthless business man who helped make deals with both nations and companies alike. Today he was anxious. Ever since WDO went fully global he had become tense knowing major competition could come from anywhere and anyone. He himself had been going through the files of every global oil company that had existed but one stuck in his mind, Griffincrest. These guys seemed ruthless doing anything to cut competition.

"No", he thought to himself, "Griffincrest won't come after us just like that. They'd open communications first Any self respecting business does. Or would they? Yes they would. I''m just being silly."

Even though he dismissed these thoughts he had already ordered that security be tightened and an open line to both HQ and Government was always open.

The teams silently came up along the bottom of the rigs, as teams C and D went immediatly to work with their objective, to cut all communications to and from the rig. Team D pulled out a large metal box from their RIB. In it was a radio frequency jammer, brought to sever any radio contact possible to the mainland. Team C went about looking for any telephone or telegraph lines. On the order, these lines were to be severed. Once these lines of communication were severed, the rig would be alone. At the same time, Team E went off to find any power sources for the rig. These too would be severed, leaving the crew of the rig in the dark and without help.

All of the men waited for the order from the Board, who waited for the response from their message to the Wild Dusk Oil Company.

"To: Wild Dusk Oil PLC
From: Jack Phoenixclaw, Chairman of Board of Investors
Subject: Buy out

We have noticed that you have begun to make business deal with nations outside of your own. This poses direct competition to Grifficrest. As a result, we wish to buy out Wild Dusk Oil for thirty billion dollars. Failure to acept this bid will result in a series of unfortunate events for Wild Dusk Oil"

The moment that Wild Dusk declied the buy out, which Griffincrest was almost sure that they would, it would be lights out on the rig.

The teams silently came up along the bottom of the rigs, as teams C and D went immediatly to work with their objective, to cut all communications to and from the rig. Team D pulled out a large metal box from their RIB. In it was a radio frequency jammer, brought to sever any radio contact possible to the mainland. Team C went about looking for any telephone or telegraph lines. On the order, these lines were to be severed. Once these lines of communication were severed, the rig would be alone. At the same time, Team E went off to find any power sources for the rig. These too would be severed, leaving the crew of the rig in the dark and without help.

All of the men waited for the order from the Board, who waited for the response from their message to the Wild Dusk Oil Company.

"To: Wild Dusk Oil PLC
From: Jack Phoenixclaw, Chairman of Board of Investors
Subject: Buy out

We have noticed that you have begun to make business deal with nations outside of your own. This poses direct competition to Grifficrest. As a result, we wish to buy out Wild Dusk Oil for thirty billion dollars. Failure to acept this bid will result in a series of unfortunate events for Wild Dusk Oil"

The moment that Wild Dusk declied the buy out, which Griffincrest was almost sure that they would, it would be lights out on the rig.

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Wild Dusk Oil PLC

The Real Alternative

To Blackhelm Confederacy,

We do not want to be bought out. Instead I wish to open negotiation talks to determine both companies survive and can get along. I believe this would be much more advantagous to both of us than an all out economic war.

Signed
Robert Myst
WDO Chairman

There would be no reply from the Griffincrest Corporation by way of messaging. It would now come in th form of bullets and fire. As soon as the message was recieved in the boardroom, the word was given to begin operations on the rig. Immediatly, the communication lines were cut, and the radio jammer was activated. Power lines were severed as well, and the mercenaries began their assault. Dozens of grappeling hooks were tossed up onto the main platform of the rig and the men began their way up. There would be no prisoners. There would be no mercy.

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There would be no reply from the Griffincrest Corporation by way of messaging. It would now come in th form of bullets and fire. As soon as the message was recieved in the boardroom, the word was given to begin operations on the rig. Immediatly, the communication lines were cut, and the radio jammer was activated. Power lines were severed as well, and the mercenaries began their assault. Dozens of grappeling hooks were tossed up onto the main platform of the rig and the men began their way up. There would be no prisoners. There would be no mercy.

The Coast's communication office monitored all communications received and monitored all lines. One of the screens bleeped. Just a maintenance warning.
Roger Brooks was monitoring this line.

"Seems like we got a breach with the Wild Dusk oil rig. Probably just a small interference cutting the wires. Send one of the maintenance crews to deal with it."

A few minutes later one of the maintenance ships left the harbour to deal with the situation. It was a regular trip as things usually hit the wires and the cre was well accustomed to the situation.

Griffincrest satelites were constantly monitoring the coast around the mission area looking for anything that could possibly pose a threat to the operation. The maintenance ships was spotted, and orders were given to Team W to intercept the vessel. Silently, the RIB containing the team broke from the rest of theshore bound ships and moved to intercept the maintenence team

Meanwhile, on the oil rig, Team A ad B were now aboard the main platform. Lt. Brockwell, of Team A, and his group flicked on their night vision goggles. Any security guards would be eliminated by the accurate and unheard fire of their silenced MP5 sub machine guns. Behind them, more men were climbing up to the rig, but there would be now time to wait. Brockwell and his men moved to the first door that they saw, and the former Shadowman slipped a mirror under it. A crews quarters, and from the looks of it the men inside were asleep. Excellent.

Moving in complete silence, the three men entered the room and drew up their knives. One by one, the men asleep in their bunks were killed, blood flowing out from their necks, drenching the sheets and the mercenaries. As the other two quietly executed the men in the room, Brockwell began to search through papers on the desk. Anything he assumed worth while he would take, possibly it would tell of any Wild Dusk oil fields that were not yet spotted, or contained information of oil shipments. If not, it was not a big deal, and they would simply proceed to the next room.

While Team A was starting their massace, Team B went into an overwatch mode, finding a small mast and setting up shop. Team B was made up of three snipers, two former Confederate Honor Guard and one former TPF Phatom. Any movementon the platform that wasn't mercenary would soon stop, as the trained marksmen had orders to let loose on anything and anyone on the platform.

The maintenance ship chugged along to its location. The radars were checking for anything that could have caused the damage.

Beep...Beep...Beep

"Looks like the radars picked something up", said one of the crewmen.

"Probably a shoal of fish nearby."

"Nah I dunno seems to be moving to fast for fish."

"Fine I'll send a transmission back to ask if any ships other than our one is supposed to be in the area."

Transmission to Coast

"Are any other ships operating in the area? Our radar picks something up and it may be a ship. Need confirmation soon."

"Negative M Crew 1. No ships should be in the area. Please send details immediatly.

Any thing that was unusual was always reported back.

Seems small moving fast. Probably some of the rich kids celebrating graduation or something. Maybe they caused this.

"We'll send a small scout ship to follow."

The Scouts regularly went out to check on things n the waters. Most of the time it was either a small boat off course. The Scouts were armed and were a small part of the Londim Navy. These men and women were lways ready for action but were disappointed most of the time.

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As the RIB neared the maintanece craft, the men aboard would soon notice they had several red dots on their bodies. These would likely be the last things the men on the ships deck would see, as the men of Team W cut them down with pin point accuracy. These men too would set up a radio jammer aboard their RIB, blocking radio contact with the maintanence ship just in case one of the workers was still alive and attempted to call for help.

Aboard the ship, bombs were set up in rooms all throughout the ship. In only a few more minutes, the bombs would go off. Lt. Brockwell and his team were moving down a narrow hallway to what seemed to be an executives quarters. Behind them, Team C, who had just recently come topside, maintained a silent watch, and began to enter a room bypassed by Team A.

Two more RIBS broke from their formation and were sent to engage the ship from the Londim Navy sent to intercept them. Teams S and Y began to speed up side by side, attempting to look as much like drunken boaters in motorboats as possible, swerving, speeding up, and coming to abrupt stops. They also stripped off their tactical vests, now some men in bare flesh and others in black shirts, some long sleeved and some short, so they did not seem to be in uniform. They continued this way as they neared the Navy craft, hoping that the rouse would work.

As the RIB neared the maintanece craft, the men aboard would soon notice they had several red dots on their bodies. These would likely be the last things the men on the ships deck would see, as the men of Team W cut them down with pin point accuracy. These men too would set up a radio jammer aboard their RIB, blocking radio contact with the maintanence ship just in case one of the workers was still alive and attempted to call for help.

Aboard the ship, bombs were set up in rooms all throughout the ship. In only a few more minutes, the bombs would go off. Lt. Brockwell and his team were moving down a narrow hallway to what seemed to be an executives quarters. Behind them, Team C, who had just recently come topside, maintained a silent watch, and began to enter a room bypassed by Team A.

Two more RIBS broke from their formation and were sent to engage the ship from the Londim Navy sent to intercept them. Teams S and Y began to speed up side by side, attempting to look as much like drunken boaters in motorboats as possible, swerving, speeding up, and coming to abrupt stops. They also stripped off their tactical vests, now some men in bare flesh and others in black shirts, some long sleeved and some short, so they did not seem to be in uniform. They continued this way as they neared the Navy craft, hoping that the rouse would work.

The Scout was slowing down as the Captain looked ahead.

Strange, he thought to himself, The Maintenance Ship shouldn't have stopped near here. So why have they?

He contacted the rest of the ship.

"Everyone take up battlestations. Situation does not seem to be right. Maintenance ship has stopped in its wrong position."

The Captain looked through the binoculars.
Some motorboats in the area again. Even so the Maintenance ship shouldn't stop. They had a clear mission to get to the rig. Somethings not right..

The Captain had seen to much action in his life knowing to trust his instincts. He radioed the ship.

"M Crew 1 come in."
He waited ten seconds and repeated himself.

"M Crew 1 come in."

Nothing. This was too suspicious to continue forward. He gave the orders.

"Head back to base. Message sent ahead. This just doesn't feel right. The Scout turned around quickly and headed back to base, with the Cpatain relaiying what was happening to the people at base.

"The M ship is just sitting there. We're not getting any radio communication from them and there are suspicious vehicles in the area. We are not risking it. We need back up."

Londim Coast

"Understood Captain", Brook replied. He put down the radio. In suspicious situations like this the military was contacted first. Londim had been attacked from the coast before and ever since it had become protocol. Brook contacted the Londim Defence Corp.

"Looks like the sea isn't letting us through. We need to get to the oil rig but the situation is suspicious. We haven't got any communication with the rig or with M Ship 1."

"Understood", came the reply, "We'll sendone of the Defence Crews."

A Defence Crew was an elite group trained to protect Londim in all situations. In this case the Defence would be taken with to AH - Transporters. These were armed and could each carry a team of 10. So 20 of the best were going to the rig.

By now, most of the people who had been aboard the oil rig were killed, and C4 charges were placed all over the structure. The teams were now all hurrying to slide down the ropes that they had thrown before, and just as the last RIB began to slip away from the massive rig, a member of Team D would flip the switch on a small forest green box which he removed from his "bag of tricks". As soon as the switch has thrown, the rig went up in a massive ball of flame, illuminating the night sky.

By now, of course, all chances of stealth were gone, and the rest of the ships, now only a few yards from the shore line, gunned it. Two of the teams pulled out Javelin missile launchers, and locked on to the Navy vessel sent out to greet them. With the squeeze of a trigger, a pair of rockets fired from their launchers, screaming for the ship to deliver it a fiery road to hell.

OOC: Londim I'll rp the AH-64 and the F-22s, okay? Crappy intro for me, but who cares...

IC: The AH-64 Longbow Apaches were getting their daily checkup as well as the F-22 Raptors. Support crews were taking their time, better to do the checkup slowly or just don't do it at all. That was a saying Afterburner told all of it's support crews and event to the pilots too. Sometimes at else.

OOC: Londim, if you need me just say so and you'll have your air support. ;)

By now, most of the people who had been aboard the oil rig were killed, and C4 charges were placed all over the structure. The teams were now all hurrying to slide down the ropes that they had thrown before, and just as the last RIB began to slip away from the massive rig, a member of Team D would flip the switch on a small forest green box which he removed from his "bag of tricks". As soon as the switch has thrown, the rig went up in a massive ball of flame, illuminating the night sky.

By now, of course, all chances of stealth were gone, and the rest of the ships, now only a few yards from the shore line, gunned it. Two of the teams pulled out Javelin missile launchers, and locked on to the Navy vessel sent out to greet them. With the squeeze of a trigger, a pair of rockets fired from their launchers, screaming for the ship to deliver it a fiery road to hell.

COAST

The room was in panic. Londims Sovereignty and Wild Dusk's oil riig had been attacked. This had plunged Londim into a state of war. WDO Chariman Myst was contacted as well as The Four.

WDO HQ

"Earlier today cotact with the Sunset Oil Rig was lost. Some moments later it was up in a ball of flames. This was no accident as M Crew 1 were found dead. No one survived this attack. 300 people dead in one night. But the finger points to one group only, a group who use these tactics in many situations. Of course I'm talking about Griffincrest."

Myst was listening to Yussef intently and sat back when he had finished. He spoke.

"Well that was stupid of them. Not only have they destroyed one our comapnies assets but have commited an act of war against Londim itself. A company can only do so much damage when facing a nation. I don't want anything to be susceptible to attacks. The orde to the Afterburner Company has gone through so we have a small arsenal of our own. I've contacted The Four and they're dealing with this too."

The Chamber of The Four

The Four had gathered. Since taking power they had been planning for everything and an eent like this was one of them.

"Our nation has been attacked. We cannot stand idly by as people take pot shots at us. We have heard from Myst about the suspects and they will be brought to justice one way or another." said Wappo.

"Indeed but first we will demand those responsible be handed over to us to avoid full scale war. If this is not complied with then we have even more reason for battle. Either way we shall be victorious."



To: Blackhelm Confederacy,

We demand the Heads of Griifincrest are immediatly arrested and put before our main court due to an act of war upon our nation. We will pay you for any losses made while Griffincrest is investigated thoroughly.

Signed?

Klallam of The Abnaki Tribe
Minqua of The Huchnom Tribe
Sts'Ailes of The Chowanoc Tribe
Wappo of The Kitkatla Tribe

"Prepare the army. High Security Level." said Klallam.

OOC: Londim I'll rp the AH-64 and the F-22s, okay? Crappy intro for me, but who cares...

IC: The AH-64 Longbow Apaches were getting their daily checkup as well as the F-22 Raptors. Support crews were taking their time, better to do the checkup slowly or just don't do it at all. That was a saying Afterburner told all of it's support crews and event to the pilots too. Sometimes at else.

OOC: Londim, if you need me just say so and you'll have your air support. ;)

Myst contacted the Afterburner Company immediatly.

" I want all oil rigs at sea to be protected and all the fields. There is a an average distance of 5 miles between each oil rig around 20 in total in the ocean. The oil rigs and fields are deep in the centre of Londim. Heavily protected but Air Support is now needed. Our comapmny is at Red Alert."

"From: Chancellor Lucius Blackhelm
To: Klallam of The Abnaki Tribe, Minqua of The Huchnom Tribe, Sts'Ailes of The Chowanoc Tribe , Wappo of The Kitkatla Tribe

We will, of course, require concrete proof against Griffincrest before any moves against their leadership are made. Once we see the evidence, then we will consider moving against the corporation."

Meanwhile, a handful of teams had unloaded onto the beach and began to sprint for cover, hopefully avoiding being spotted with the massive burning oil rig proving a sufficient enough distraction. The first objective was a nearby radio station.

At sea, the stealth ship which had released the RIBS initially now locked on to a small naval station along the Londim coast. Once the targets identity had been verified, a pair of Tomahawk cruise missiles were launched. In just a few moments, complete chaos would envelope the shoreline here.

-Raptor Seven-Six. Can you see that?

-This is Raptor Seven-Six. And yes, I can see those things or should I say missiles.

-Lets intercept them before they do harm to anything and tell all air units to prepare for an attack.

-Roger.

The two F-22 Raptors came into range of the missiles, both fired two AIM-120 AMRAAM missiles for each Tomahawk missile and the pilots took a look at their radar to see what they did. The AIM-120 missiles moved onward at the missiles at Mach 1 moving onto 2 then 3 and then they would reach Mach 4. Thats when it would be lights out for the missiles.

"From: Chancellor Lucius Blackhelm
To: Klallam of The Abnaki Tribe, Minqua of The Huchnom Tribe, Sts'Ailes of The Chowanoc Tribe , Wappo of The Kitkatla Tribe

We will, of course, require concrete proof against Griffincrest before any moves against their leadership are made. Once we see the evidence, then we will consider moving against the corporation."

Meanwhile, a handful of teams had unloaded onto the beach and began to sprint for cover, hopefully avoiding being spotted with the massive burning oil rig proving a sufficient enough distraction. The first objective was a nearby radio station.

At sea, the stealth ship which had released the RIBS initially now locked on to a small naval station along the Londim coast. Once the targets identity had been verified, a pair of Tomahawk cruise missiles were launched. In just a few moments, complete chaos would envelope the shoreline here.

To Chancellor Lucius Blackhelm,

Griffincrest has long been know to disrupt or destroy any competing companies. A letter was sent by Griffincrest saying they would buy out Wild Dusk. They warned in the letter that [I]"Failure to accept this bid will result in a series of unfortunate events for Wild Dusk Oil". Wild Dusk replied asking for talks so both companies may thrive. Soon after the oil rig was attacked. The finger points to Griffincrest.

Signed,

Klallam of The Abnaki Tribe
Minqua of The Huchnom Tribe
Sts'Ailes of The Chowanoc Tribe
Wappo of The Kitkatla Tribe

"Dear Tribesmen,

While I must confess, the letter does look like Griffincrest could be held responsible, I am sure that they merely meant undercutting your prices or possibly, at an extreme, some forms of petty theft. To destroy an oil rig, however, we will need hard evidence, not just finger pointing. Remember, you are asking meto shut down a coporation that makes nearly ten percent of the Confederacy's gross domestic product.

Sincerely,
Chancellor Lucius Blackhelm"

Team T was now creeping up, just a few yards from the radio station along the coast. One of the mercenaries, a Jaredchonian by the name of Boris, set up a C4 charge to be placed upon the capture of the station, which would come in only a few more moments.

A bright flash would suddenly fill the radio station as Team O kicked down the door, than proceeded to open up with their silenced MP5's, somewhat unnecessarily as the boom from the flashbang would have likely already attracted attention. Once the small station was cleared, Team T would move in and set their explosives.

"Dear Tribesmen,

While I must confess, the letter does look like Griffincrest could be held responsible, I am sure that they merely meant undercutting your prices or possibly, at an extreme, some forms of petty theft. To destroy an oil rig, however, we will need hard evidence, not just finger pointing. Remember, you are asking meto shut down a coporation that makes nearly ten percent of the Confederacy's gross domestic product.

Sincerely,
Chancellor Lucius Blackhelm"

Chancellor Lucius Blackhelm,

As we have stated before we will give you copmensation for your loss should Griffincrest come under investigation. Our nation is under attack and the final clue points to Griffencrest. We hope we are mistaken but we are merley following up on the information we have.

Klallam of The Abnaki Tribe
Minqua of The Huchnom Tribe
Sts'Ailes of The Chowanoc Tribe
Wappo of The Kitkatla Tribe



Team T was now creeping up, just a few yards from the radio station along the coast. One of the mercenaries, a Jaredchonian by the name of Boris, set up a C4 charge to be placed upon the capture of the station, which would come in only a few more moments.

A bright flash would suddenly fill the radio station as Team O kicked down the door, than proceeded to open up with their silenced MP5's, somewhat unnecessarily as the boom from the flashbang would have likely already attracted attention. Once the small station was cleared, Team T would move in and set their explosives.

As soon as the station was breached alarm bells rang. The people were blinded by the flashbang and it was only through luck one person hit the Panic button which was connected to Army HQs around Londim. As soon as the panic button was hit HQ was going into Defcon 2. Flights were grounded and all public transport halted. Troops were prepped. Special forces were prepped. The LSF (Londim Special Forces) were being briefed.

"Today we came under atack and one of our coast offices was hit. We need you to go in take out whoevers doing this and extract all innoncents asap. I want whoever is doing this stopped."

'Sir. Yes Sir."

bump...

Another good old bump is needed it seems.

Why has no one acknowledge me firing those missiles at those... well missiles?

We wish to know if you can double your oil production to us?

Why has no one acknowledge me firing those missiles at those... well missiles?

I'm waiting for BC to react to that as they're his missiles.

We wish to know if you can double your oil production to us?

It can be done but the price will increase by 50%.

Funds have been wired

Funds have been wired

Oil transfer has doubled to your nation.

WARNING: Secure any transports of oil as they are under threat from rival companies.

Oil transfer has doubled to your nation.

WARNING: Secure any transports of oil as they are under threat from rival companies.

Ok

OOC: Sorry, I had my prom and then we went up to Hunter Mountain for the weekend. I am not in very good shape as I have had about 5 hours of sleep in three days and a horrible case of the shakes. New post tommorow.

OOC: No worries. Have my Prom in 3 weeks. Its a good cause to miss this.

Griffincrest satelites begam to pick up the enemy forces beginning to mass throughout Londim and begin to move towards the beach. With less then a hundred men, the Bone Chillers would have stood little chance of surviving. They were soon ordered to withdraw from the beaches, and began to all pile back into their RIBS and high tail it back to their stealth ships.

Several hours later...

"From: Jack Phoenixclaw
To: Wild Dusk Oil PLC

It seems that an unfortunate accident has happened to an oil rig and a radio station under your control last night. That is a shame. Remember, we are willing to purchase Wild Dusk, and we can pay for any damagaes caused by the accident."

Griffincrest satelites begam to pick up the enemy forces beginning to mass throughout Londim and begin to move towards the beach. With less then a hundred men, the Bone Chillers would have stood little chance of surviving. They were soon ordered to withdraw from the beaches, and began to all pile back into their RIBS and high tail it back to their stealth ships.

Several hours later...

"From: Jack Phoenixclaw
To: Wild Dusk Oil PLC

It seems that an unfortunate accident has happened to an oil rig and a radio station under your control last night. That is a shame. Remember, we are willing to purchase Wild Dusk, and we can pay for any damagaes caused by the accident."


Robert Myst looked at the letter and screwed it up.

"BASTARDS!", he shouted, "Those Griifencrest bastards are no more than bullies forcing everyone out. Well unfortunately for them I was the one kid in school who stood upto the bullies and now we have SNP ( OOC:Secure National Protection) they'll think twice about attacking again unless they want a full scale war on their hands."

"Sir.", replied Yussef, "maybe there is a way to stop these attacks. Say we give them a 20% stake in WDO? We kep majority control of the company and make money and they get 20% of it. Surely this is a better course than all out fighting which will put both companies out."

Myst looked at Yusssef.

"I'm willing to give that a shot. Stop the damage to us if possible and secure new ties. This would benefit us in a lot of ways. Send the letter."



To Jack Phoenixclaw,

Although I am not willing to sell WDO after it has been in my family for so long I am willing to offer a 20% stake to you in all WDO activities. What have you got to lose? You'd gain a 20% share in profits and oil reserves.

Robert Myst
Chairman of WDO.

Jack soon presented the offer of 20% pf Wild Dusk before the Board of Investors. After an hour of deliberation, there was a new letter sent from Mr. Phoenixclaw to Robert Myst, a short, direct letter.

From: Jack Phoenixclaw
To: Robert Myst

Make it 25% and you have a deal.

Jack soon presented the offer of 20% pf Wild Dusk before the Board of Investors. After an hour of deliberation, there was a new letter sent from Mr. Phoenixclaw to Robert Myst, a short, direct letter.

From: Jack Phoenixclaw
To: Robert Myst

Make it 25% and you have a deal.

Myst looked at the reply then at Yussef.

"It's better than seeing this company going under completely and putting people out on the streets.'

To: Jack Phoenixclaw
From: Robert Myst

The deal has been accepted bu WDO.

Claudius smiled an evil smile as he read the news brought to him by Jack Phoenixclaw. This is two conflicts ended with a Griffincrest victory in the same day, first Leocardia surrenders, pays the war cost, and withdraws from TPF, and now a quarter of the rival oil company is now in Griffincrest hands. Today was a very good day for the Griffincrest Corporation, and a very good day for Claudius Griffincrest.