NationStates Jolt Archive

Lt. Wilson Alverez stood in the reserved section of SaintB International Airport awaiting the arrival of the panelists who would be attending the meeting that would launch Project Shardstorm internationally. He tried hard not to let the six enlisted men in the room know he was nervous. The enlisted men wore their slate grey dress outfits and police style hats, white leather shoulder straps held their pistol holsters on their right sides, each of the Argonaught .357s was chromed and he knew they were also loaded in case of an emergency. Alverez himself wore a black suit of similar but more stylish cut, and a red tie, to further set him off from the enlisted men he also wore a badge that signified his rank in the Saint’s Army.
He swallowed hard and reviewed his list one more time to make sure he had all the names correct.

Calizorinstan
John Macked:
Head of the Calizorinstani Air Force

Adm.Arnold
Head of the Calizorinstani Navy

Carl Strauss
Head of the Calizorinstani Marine Corps

Dominicath
Emperor Karius Vanderith

Admiral Jonas Gerrand

Axe and Hammer Industries
Dr. Benedict Schweitzer, head of Research and Developement

Peja Horstjokavichanwall, CEO of Axe & Hammer Industries

General Liam Orson Kellerman, Commander of Axe & Hammer Industries Mercenary Army-Navy-Airfare

Empire of Firehelper
Chaun Li , Panel Head

Neko Renraku, Assistant

Soho Lin, Assistant

Chin Jackson, Assistant

Angoar
Dr.Jack Noble, head of the Panel

Dr Chris Williams

Melvin King

Timothy Rills

Raven Corps.
Lead Ariel Avionics Developer Jason Cooper

EMP specialists Daniel Gren

DOMAR support specialist Mark Ham


The young officer shifted from foot to foot as he awaited the arrival of the listed guests, afraid that his impromptu reception would be taken as offensive by someone involved. He also wondered if a representative from Raven Corps would be attending the conference…

((OOC: Raven Corps never replied to the invitation to the meeting, if you are going tobe attending you can have up to four panel members; and since Firehelper was having trouble with names I treid to make up ones that fit with Chaun Li.))

Adm.Arnold and the rest of the panelist's walked to Lt.Alverez and said "The Calizorinstani panel is all here, I am Adm.Arnold, this (pointing to the Marine with a crew cut and a tough face although he was friendly) is Carl Strauss Head of our Marine Corps, and this (pointing to the man with short brown hair and a fancy mustache) is John Macked, head of our Air Force. We're all interested in acquiring some of your "Shardstorm" missile's for use on our F/A-15, F-119/A,F-9 fighters, and what ever we replace the F-18's with. We think your idea of how the "Shardstorm" warhead work's is very innoventive, must've taken a while to figure it out.!"

((I'll make a more detailed post later.))

"Well sir." Alverez said, "I don't know much about the project. It was originally Captain Sir Williams who was supposed to be greeting you and he had been briefed on the whole project. He fell ill last night and the assignment fell to me. I'm sorry but I can't help you with the details sir."
He made a crisp Military Acadamy graduate salute hoping it was a good appology and stood ramrod straight, "I'm sure Lord Richard Long will be able to explain when you meet him sir!"

((ooc: Bump))

OOC:I thought I did... sorry about that.

We will be sending:
Lead Ariel Avionics Developer Jason Cooper
EMP specialists Daniel Gren
DOMAR support specialist Mark Ham

((OOC: I'll update my list, come right on in when you wish))

Adm.Arnold nodded "I am sure he will too, we are preparing, if this missile look satisfactory to us, to help fund the project with 500 million dollars, and a potential order of 1,200 missile's. I am itching to ask Lord Richard Long if it can be used with a Helmet Mounted Cuing System. I am pleased to be here." He sat down next to the other member's of the Calizorinstani panel.

The team was loaded into the Chopper and where instructed to give what ever aid to the SaintB Development team as they could. For if the development was a success then each would be getting a very fat check. This made the team excited and ready to work. The SF trooper quickly closed the door and the chopper rose from the ground and made its way to the SaintB Development center where they where to be met and begin work.....

" Any Idea why we would be sent... I mean there has to be better trained for this assignment..." Asked Mark who was just pondering the idea...

" Yes I do know why... We where the ones who put the final touches on the H.A.E.S.B's. even though we didn't work on it long we made the best progress." replied Jason as he laid back and tried to enjoy to ride.

A single Boeing 767 flew into the airport, landing with the basic procedures, and made its way to the VIP departure and boarding area. Well, this 767 wasn't your average civilian 767. As a matter of fact, it was an E-767, commonly used in EWACS/AWACS duties. Why someone would use such a plane to transport diplomats is anyone's guess, but some would probably speculate that at least one person on the jet was paranoid.

Once the docking at the VIP section of the Airport was complete, the Axe & Hammer Industries representatives made their way into the boarding area. However, the CEO of the company had been replaced. The person who had replaced him was Seras Arcturus, Vice CEO of the company and one of the eight daughters of the man who founded Axe & Hammer Industries.

Seras was a rather short woman, totalling out at five feet two inches with four inch heels on, and she wore a casual blue business suit with a mini-business skirt. She was petite, but her breasts were rather disproportionate to her frame and kinda made her look like a Barbie doll in that instance. She was a red head, green eyes, and her hair didn't extend any farther than her shoulders, and was pulled back in a french braid. She was also tan to the point that she almost looked middle eastern, and this applied in every aspect. She actually prided herself at having absolutely no tan lines. She loved having her own private suntanning salon at home.

The next individual seemed rather meek and feeble. Dr. Benedict Schweitzer was a tiny man when it came to his build, but he averaged out at six feet in height. He was completely bald, and wore a white labcoat that covered his entire body. He also wore a pair of safety goggles on the top of his head, and one could see how sunken in his eyes were from years of being an insomniac. Thankfully, the man wasn't one of those cliche mad scientists.

The final individual was the General himself. He was a very large man, probably averaging out at two hundred fifty pounds worth of muscle, and he wore his dress uniform with all of his badges, medals, ribbons, bars, and stars strapped to it. His hair was short, and the colour looked to be brown, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of shades. He was five feet eight inches tall, and he had plenty of visible scars on his face. He also seemed to have cybernetics built into the left side of his head, and they stretched behind his shades and to the back of his head, where they ended in a single knot of cables that stretched down into the back of his neck and disappeared into his body.

Seras walked up to the Lieutenant and bowed politely. "Good day, sir," she began. "I am Seras Arcturus, Vice CEO of Axe & Hammer Industries. Mister Horstjokavichanwall could not be here today due to family matters and sent me in his place." She then motioned to the men at her flanks. "These two gentlement are Doctor Benedict Schweitzer and General Liam Orson Kellerman." Liam saluted upon being addressed, and Benedict bowed in the same manner as Seras.

Alvarez saluted them all and blushed slightly, "I'm Lt. Wilson Alvarez Sirs and Ma'am. I'm filling in for Captain Sit Williamson who was supposed to be here. I'm sorry but I cannot answer any questions about the project." his tone let out that it wasn't that he was not permitted, but that he simply did not know.
"I am to see to your security here before you head toward McPherson Airbase for the conference. If you don't mind please try to make yourselves comfortable while we wait for the other panelists? They should arrive very soon."
He was blustered, in over his head, and tired. Why had they pulled him into this detail after he had been working a night duty? He had no recourse but to lay back on his military instinct of curt politeness to his superiors... which was pretty much everyone present, he said a silent prayer that he would not mess this up.

Col.Macked nodded and said "Our panel is a patient one Lt.Alverez, so don't worry about us, we'll be okay. I can't wait to see the result's of our investment's so far." He sat down wondering about the last week's event's

[Cockpit]
"This is FAT 127. We are requesting permission." said the nameless pilot.
"You are late... permission granted. You are to park at space 54C." came the reply from the control tower.
Slowly, or quickly from another perspective, the plane began to descend below the clouds and land on the NS runaway. It quickly came to a halt and taxied to the designated area. Soon the plane stopped and powered down. The people emerged from the plane and went into cars provided by the SaintB government. The crew stayed behind to manage the other operations of their aircraft before heading out to the city for leave.
Quickly the cars headed for the conference area. The four people sat silently as they waited to get to the building.

a Angaorian 787 Lands at the Airport off the plane comes Dr.Jack Noble and the rest of the panel.he see several men of the SaintB Armed Forces and he says Hello im Dr.jack Noble and this is my panel.Your Dr Noble we have some cars waiting said soldier. the cars takes them to Lt Wilson Alverez and the other panels

The Chopper was soon in SaintB airspace and the pilot made his requests...

" This is Raven Escort 995-a Requesting permission to land ."

((OOC: I hope nobody minds if I fast forward things to get the ball rolling on this))

Each panel was lead to a seperate limosine with an escort and traversed through the scenic city of Daltaine which blends both modern and Elizabethan architecture with the natural splendor of the forest that surrounds it. The limosines take all the panelists to Mcpherson Airbase, the largest instalation in the country; indeed it is a small city in its own right and houses nearly 5 battalions of men. The motorcade drives further into the instalation and stops at a small squat building by the outskirsts of the facility. It is here that the panelists are allowed out of the cars and infromed that Lord Richard Long, Lt. General Grant W. Smith, and Saint Benard himself await thier arrival.

As the motorcade arrived to the place of development the Raven corps team stepped out to meet the people standing out front.

Two guards, thier badges identifying them as Golden Lions, stood at attention outside of the observation bunker. From inside a trio of men appeared.

The first wore a seemingly perfect Military Uniform, he wore no hat and his hair was a close flat buzz top. He had a hard bitten look to him and stood at a good 6'4", he was slightly heavyset but in otherwise great shape.

The second man was short and thin, his darker hair was wild and curly in a stange kind of afro look, he had a pair of glasses and a strange little grin. He was dressed in a lab coat over top of the suit he wore.

The third man, exited ahead of them a warm smile taking in all present. He had long dark hair and eyes that seemed to see through people. His build was strong and musculer and he stood perhaps a hiar over 6 foot. He had bronze skin and an hier about him that could hold some people in awe. He wore a plain white shirt and some dark colored dress pants, he spoke, "Welcome all of you to my Kingdom. I express my thanks for your coming here."

((OOC: Where is everybody?:confused:))

((So what happend here? Is this thread dead??))

OOC: no ...knowing Raven he is probably just working on a good design before posting. leave him a TG I'm sure he'll reply.

OOC: no ...knowing Raven he is probably just working on a good design before posting. leave him a TG I'm sure he'll reply.

I'm not worried about Raven, its the others.