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Sayenna International Airport
Sayenna
Capital of the Federal Republic of Hamilay

Robert Fletcher, the Hamilayan Minister for Foreign Affairs sat in a comfortable chair in the foyer of the Diplomatic Terminal building, sipping a coffee. Fletcher liked this building. Although it looked exactly the same as all the other airport terminals from the outside, it was designed in an old-world style, with oil paintings, Persian rugs and the like, in stark contrast to the relatively soulless glass and metal lines of the rest of the airport. He was still surprised that the decor hadn't all been carried off by someone or other during the war.

"Sir?"
Fletcher looked up to see an aide in a plain black suit, dressed like himself, walking towards him.
"Morris. What's up? Someone here?"
The aide tapped his watch. "Delegates' aircraft have contacted control and are expected to arrive in five minutes or so, Mr Fletcher."
"Showtime, then. Thanks, Morris. Dismissed."

The Minister swigged the last of his coffee and walked up the wide staircase in the middle of the terminal, two soldiers falling in behind him, relocating to a second comfortable chair on the upper floor in front of the arrivals gates. Another soldier, an officer, exited the security booth at the end of the upper walkway and came to meet him. Fletcher waved.

"Major-General, the delegates are arriving now."
"What's the word on their arrival parties, Minister?"

The Minister gave Major-General Antonin, 210th Special Forces Brigade, a quick summary of the troops each country was bringing. At least, the troops each country said they were bringing.

"Very good, sir. We may need a few more transport choppers to take them to the base. I'll get them here now, no sense in keeping them waiting. Back to work."

Antonin saluted and returned to the security booth. After a few radio calls, two more Mi-26 Halos were flying over from the nearest airbase to join the two already at the airport.

"This is Antonin to all units. Packages are arriving promptly. All units, move to positions. You know what to do, out."

A column of idling Advancer APCs came to life and drove to the side of the terminal facing the tarmac, to bring the visiting special forces troops to their transports which would then take them to an undisclosed location for further discussion of the planned multinational unit. The civilian personnel would be met by arriving armoured limousines and SUVs, under heavy guard, of course, out at the street front of the terminal.

OOC: Sign up is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=529334). I guess there's no need to post on it if you want to join, but you should probably read it. ;)

Sayenna International Airport, Sayenna, Hamilay:

The Vetakan Delegation had set off from New Theeb International Airport some 8 Hours Ago they had landed at Andrews Airbase in Helecatica 2 Hours Ago to refuel the Vetakan Flight consisted of 3 Planes 1 Bombardier Challenger 605 and 2 Vetakan F-421 Hermes Interceptors slowly desending the Challenger 605 which was a very buisness like plane, White of Body and had the Words "The Free Dominion of Vetaka" written down the side and the Vetakan Flag on the wings an Tail of the plane. Still the desending the Pilot on the Challenger began:

"Sayenna International Copy? This is White Phoenix Echo Vetakan Delegation to the IATC request permission to land?"

Sayenna International Airport, Hamilay

The black modified NC-17 Starship flew over head now circling the air port. It had been a grueling 18 hour flight with two mid-air refueling stops. The odd shaped craft was sure to stand out in the sky..its jet black body against the light blue clear sky...the Imperial House seal was clearly visible on the tail wing as the plane descended and continued circling the airfield below.

Evidence of the civil war was visible below..not to long ago Imperial troops had been on Hamilay soil...Tillman tapped his hand against the table in front of him anxiously...it was hoped that he would be able to mend relations between Hamilay and the Imperial Kingdom..Tillman didn't want the added pressure...

"This is Fox-5 to Sayenna tower....Gatawan delegate to IATC talks..requesting permission to land."

On approach to Sayenna International Airport, Hamilayan Airspace...
As his flight neared Hamilay, Wagdian defense secretary Mario Iliescu reflected upon how close his country had almost come to being involved in the late Civil War there. Had Nicksyllvania not occupied all our attention back then, we'd've been involved for sure. Still, the right side won in the end; so it hardly matters. He was focused on trying to get this conference to work as soon as possible, given the deteriorating situation surrounding the Doomani.

The call went out from the pilots in the front cabin, seemingly in response to the need for alacrity. "This is Wagging Skies N780902 to Sayenna Tower. We have the Uniform-Sierra-Sierra-Whiskey delegate to the India-Alpha-Tango-Charlie conference aboard, and request permission to land. Over?"

"This is Sayenna International Tower to White Phoenix Echo, landing clearance is granted. Runway five-seven is clear, please dock at Gate 6, Building D."

"Sayenna tower reading you, Fox Five, you have landing permission. Request you direct to runway five-eight, taxi to Gate 4, Building D. Airport units will guide you in."

"Whiskey-Sierra-November-780902, tower reads you loud and clear. Take runway four-seven, your docking gate is at Building D, number 1. Welcome to Hamilay."

As the foreign delegates moved to the gates, soldiers in dress uniform stationed through the aerobridges snapped to attention. As they exited, they were met by attendants with drinks, and Hamilay's Foreign Minister rose from his seat to meet them.

The Spear, Skies Over Hamilay

The supersonic passenger jet approached Hamilay. Inside was the Minister of Defense, Lieutenant General Lawrence Andrews. Terrorism wasn't a major problem in Aurum Domus but the High General had ordered him to come and no one ever disobeyed the High General.

"Tower this is The Spear, permission to land?"

Tillman along with a heavy entourage of body guards all dressed in black body armor wearing the distinctive red and white berets of the Had Jemzi and GSS units surrounding him. Tillman himself dressed in a fine pinstriped suit with his briefcase handcuffed to one of the bodyguards arms.

In his other hand he held the drink provided to him..hesitantly he took a sip, his hesitance was called for..it hadn't been long since Imperial troops had fought in the Hamilay civil war, before being pulled out due to more pressing matters at home..the supporting side had lost and now Tillman could almost feel eyes watching him.

The guards spread forming an open box formation around Tillman as he met with the foreign minister of Hamilay, keeping a vigilant watch for any suspicious activity

"It is a pleasure to meet you sir." Tillman spoke confidently shaking the minister's hand while he continued...

"It is the hope of my government that we may be able to use this conference as a means to repair our damaged relations, the Imperial Kingdom looks forward to further improving our relations and building a friendship between our two peoples."

Zanski, which has been a victim of communist, racist, nationalist, Islamist, seperatist and revolutionary insurgencies at one time or another, would like to send a high ambassador to this meeting with the name of Mr. Radanas.

The police transport boeing 747 lowered closer to the airfield and the pilots asked permission to land.

-Tiger-two-one to control. Requesting permission to land. Over.

In the 747 were seven people; one former SOP and six currently SOP. All of them had a side arm, but nothing else. Well the former SOP carried a briefcase too, but that was filled with nothing, but documents no one was going to use. Everyone was clam and really just bored out of thier minds as they waited for permission to land.

"This is Control to Spear flight from Aurum Domus, you are cleared for landing on runway five-ten. Docking gate Terminal D, number eleven."

"Tiger-two-one, this is Sayenna Control. You have clearance for landing."

The Minister noticed Tillman's reluctance to drink, which was understandable, so he took a glass of juice and downed it, setting the glass back on a tray and smiling thinly. He stepped forward and took the proffered hand.

"Likewise, Minister Tillman. The war is over, let us let bygones be bygones. Though I would like to know why you went in. Just out of curiosity, of course."

The Minister smiled again. Never hurt, did it?

"I apologize for not accompanying you, but I must stay here to greet the rest of the delegates, you understand. Morris here will take you to your transport and to the assigned hotel. Unless you already have one arranged? I shall see you at the conference, or perhaps sooner. Welcome to Hamilay."

The aide walked up and gave a small bow.

"This way, sir."

He took the Gatawans down the staircase, into the foyer, and out the glass doors onto the street, where the limousines were waiting. Soldiers were visible every step of the way, and they tensed when the Gatawans were seen. Elusion armoured SUVs were provided for the bodyguards, and two Legionnaire armoured vehicles of the Army moved in at the front and rear of the column.

OOC: welcome, Zanski- just post your delegation arriving, I'm getting a bit bored of RPing endless responses from the control tower. :p

Tillman relaxed a bit..the minister seemed sencere enough..

"bygones be bygones indeed minister our entrance was mostly due to a military agreement we shared with the empire of Olmedreca..we had little to gain from the war..but the emperor is a man of his word..and we were looking to strengthen regional relationships as Olmedrecan forces helped us in a previous conflict. "

Tillman paused briefly..

"Thank you minister..I will look forward to meeting with you again at the conference..for now I will retire and get some much needed rest..jet lag is truely a pain."

Tillman nodded his head before he and his entourage of guards followed the aide to the waiting vehicles he would glance every so often at passing Hamilay soldiers his bodyguards too keeping a vigilant eye on them an air of confidence and some arrogance now seemed to radiate from Tillman and his entourage....after his bodyguards had throughly inspected the vehicles Tillman borded and anxiously awaited the opportunity to get some much needed rest..his confidence growing minute by minute he was finally relaxed

ooc: I will be gone much of the day tommorow as my "lady friend" insists upon taking me on a "surprise trip" that is somewhere 9 hours away...and requires that I bring swimming trunks...and I still haven't figured it out yet... driving me bonkers..anyways I'm hoping this doesnt advance too rapidly lol..I dont think it will..but if it does..just assume I have been there for all the proceedings or events.

OOC: Hamilay, you have a TG

The aircraft landed and the SOP team with the Head of SOP moved to an area with a lot of... armed guards. Morris (the Head of SOP) looked at the team and he saw they had tensed up. Not a good sign. The Special Operations Police were not the type to be surrounded so easily and being in an area where a fire fight would kill them all did not help thier posture. Morris walked up to what seemed to be the "greeters."

"Hello, I'm from the Allied States of Green Hawk. I'm the Head of Special Operations Police, SOP for short in Green Hawk. I'm here as a representative and the people behind me are my escorts," Morris said making a hand gesture to point out the people behind him.

"So, when will this meeting start?"

OOC: Sorry for the delay... flu. :( Post will be up later today.

As the Wagdian aircraft landed, Iliescu's delegation wasted no time in moving to meet their hosts. Moving through the aerobridge, thoughts were entirely on getting to business. The situation abroad demands no less. Iliescu's thoughts were laser-precise in that; it was his job for them to, after all. And despite being something of an arch character, not least because of the air of superiority his Vampire origins instilled in him, he was good at his job.

As they approached Minister Fletcher in the terminal, the Defense Secretary smiled thinly (if sincerely enough) and his ten Ranger bodyguards, seconded to State Security duty in the "Special Forces" role, remained alert. "Greetings, Minister. Defense Secretary Mario Iliescu, at your service. I must say it's an honor to finally be in Hamilay, a country we've had some interest in for some time; not least due to our ally Vetaka's involvement in your civil war then. Hopefully our presence here will improve stability in your nation against other threats you may face, as well as our own." He somewhat regretted not having been able to send forces to Hamilay; he'd even had orders for such drafted, but the situation had moved too quickly for the Wagdian defense establishment and forced them to concentrate on more immediate concerns at the time.

The 747 leveled at 10,000 feet and kept a straight heading, "This is captain Ryan Tripus with the delegation from The Kingdom of SaintB requesting vectors and landing locations."

Major General Logan Brown, more famously known as The Pheonix for his seeming inability to die, sat in the mobile office located on the transport while he addressed the men with him on the security detail they would pull. "I want you alert at all times. Benard was very clear on the fact that we have never entered any kind of diplomatic proceedings with Hamily or any of the other nations involved in the IAT Conference. It is not that we are not trusting too thier own security here, but a conference like this one is likely to attract a lot of attention from people we don't want to be attentive. You twelve men have been reported to Hamilay as bodyguards for my person but I want it perfectly clear that in any emergency situation your duty is to imediatly assist in any possible way. I can more than take care of myself if I have too. Dismissed."

The Bombardier Challenger came into land touching down with a Bump it slowed and eventually taxied to Gate 6 of building D docking the Planes doors swung open and dressed in a black suit a man exited smiling he approached the waiting Hamilayian Delegation and introduced himself:

"Hello I am Samuel Fielding Secretary of Defence of The Free Dominion of Vetaka."

Mr Morris and his guards lost their cause for worry afterwards, as most of the sentries' heads all turned to follow the Gatawans down the stairs. Once they were out of sight, although their demeanour didn't visibly change, the mood was somehow more relaxed. Although the Minister was a more practical man, the Hamilayan military did bear grudges. At least the Gatawans had only fought partisans and not the military itself. A Shakal or Olmedrecan delegation would probably have been opened fire on.

"A pleasure, Mr Morris. The meeting proper will start tomorrow, but, as you may know, there is a little event planned for this afternoon, essentially the briefing on the Civil War. For... international awareness. I was informed by your government that you would be attending this, yes?"

The Minister raised an eyebrow, concealing his minor alarm as more parties began to exit the gateways, with attendants rushing to offer them drinks, essentially to stall them.

"Welcome to Hamilay, Mr Morris. You must forgive me, but as you can see, I am a bit rushed at the moment," Fletcher chuckled. "This man here will take you downstairs to your transportation. Unless you require them all for security, the special operations troops or at least some of them will be taken to the area at which we have established the temporary headquarters of this unit. A helicopter is waiting out back."

The Minister gave a farewell handshake to the Head and turned to his right to greet the Wagdians.

"My thanks, Secretary Iliescu. On behalf of the nation, I must say we are flattered. Hamilay looks forward to closer relations with the U.S.S.W in the future. As you probably just heard, separate transport has been arranged both for you and your special-forces personnel, but of course the latter is optional. Enjoy your stay."

Minister Fletcher turned to see several people coming up the stairs behind him; specifically, another man in a suit and yet more guards.

"Ah, Chancellor! You're back!" he exclaimed with genuine surprise.
"That I am, Bob," replied the newcomer with a tired smile.
"How's the family? Oh, Minister Iliescu, this gentleman here is Chancellor Fitzgerald. Prime minister, you see."
"They're doing all right. The kids are fine, but Sara is still recuperating for a bit. Forgive my rudeness, Minister Iliescu. Alexander Fitzgerald, at your service. Welcome to Hamilay," he said in passing the Wagdians on the stairs. "I'm your reinforcements, Bob. Go sit down for a bit," he laughed.

"My, my, we are better, aren't we?" chuckled the Foreign Minister to himself, slightly mysteriously, as he duly did so and took another drink. The Chancellor walked over to greet the SaintB and Vetakan delegates.

"Major General Brown? Secretary Fielding? Chancellor Fitzgerald. Good to see you here in our country, to discuss the very real threat of terrorism in this day. Transport has been arranged for you to the Republic Hotel, in the Government Quarter. Limousines and SUVs specifically are waiting out front, whilst the special forces reps have helicopters on the tarmac to take them to meet with Hamilayan troops."

Mr Morris and his guards lost their cause for worry afterwards, as most of the sentries' heads all turned to follow the Gatawans down the stairs. Once they were out of sight, although their demeanour didn't visibly change, the mood was somehow more relaxed. Although the Minister was a more practical man, the Hamilayan military did bear grudges. At least the Gatawans had only fought partisans and not the military itself. A Shakal or Olmedrecan delegation would probably have been opened fire on.

"A pleasure, Mr Morris. The meeting proper will start tomorrow, but, as you may know, there is a little event planned for this afternoon, essentially the briefing on the Civil War. For... international awareness. I was informed by your government that you would be attending this, yes?"

The Minister raised an eyebrow, concealing his minor alarm as more parties began to exit the gateways, with attendants rushing to offer them drinks, essentially to stall them.

"Welcome to Hamilay, Mr Morris. You must forgive me, but as you can see, I am a bit rushed at the moment," Fletcher chuckled. "This man here will take you downstairs to your transportation. Unless you require them all for security, the special operations troops or at least some of them will be taken to the area at which we have established the temporary headquarters of this unit. A helicopter is waiting out back."

The Minister gave a farewell handshake to the Head and turned to his right to greet the Wagdians.


"Yes, I was ordered to go to all events concerning the new... What was it now, IAT I think? The team can go where you want them to go, but I must mention that Green Hawk might give up a few more troops if you want. All you got to do is ask. Green Hawk has more hate for terrorist as the next nation. I hope to meet you at the events. G'day to you," Morris said leaving towards the stairs and the team headed towards the helicopter.

While all the commotion occurred with the numerous flights of dignitaries flying in and landing, two small, private jets nearly went unnoticed by air traffic control. They were asked for their proper clearance codes, which they gave, and were allowed to land, parking their planes near the outer edge of the airport. The steps slowly lowered from each craft and one man casually stepped from one of them. A man was already waiting for him on the ground.

"Evening, John." The man on the ground spoke, smiling from behind his dark sunglasses.

"It is pleasant, isn't it, Nathan? A shame they picked this beautiful place to have the conference." Nathan Carlson smiled as he removed his shades and walked to his friend, quickly embracing him in a hug.

"We must move quickly, John. The vans are ready. Load the equipment, and we'll head to the safehouse." John Sameres smiled and waved his hand to the pilot of his plane, who nodded and disappeared from his seat.

"Any detection around the safehouse?"

"None so far. From all accounts, it's thought we're just tourists and news crews."

"Perfect. We'll show them, we will Nathan. If we can strike an anti-terrorism conference, we can strike anything, can't we?"

"You said it, John. You said it."

OOC: Moving on to the 'civil war awareness' thing

Sayenna
Presidential Palace
4 hours later

The President of Hamilay stepped up to the podium, in front of the assembled crowd of reporters and dignitaries. He raised his hand and smiled, and the buzz of chatter stopped. The President shuffled the notes in his hand, looking at the television cameras.

"Representatives of the global community, news media and citizens of Hamilay and the world. Thank you for being here today for this short meeting. Or, thank you for watching this short meeting, for those playing at home." Polite laughter. "Of course, as you know, the purpose of this event is by no means a laughing matter. You are here at the request of myself and the Hamilayan government to raise awareness, both domestically and internationally, regarding the tragedy of the recent Hamilayan Civil War."

The room was silent again.

"This conflict began three months ago, with an attempted military coup by the Republican Guard. The Guards are our elite division of the military, and as the name would suggest, are honour-bound to defend the Republic of Hamilay. However, this was clearly not the case. After a short time it became clear that the Guard were working towards the reestablishment of the totalitarian and corrupt establishment of the Hamilayan Empire, overthrown over a century ago in a People's Revolution. This was spurred by the reappearance of one of the descendants of the Imperial family, one man styling himself as William VI. Now deceased, after committing suicide in the final battle for Sayenna. After DNA testing on his remains, we have confirmed that he is a direct descendant of the Imperial family, and was therefore telling the truth."

The buzz of startled conversation started up once more in the room. The President took a deep breath.

"However, this does not justify his attempted seizure of power by any means whatsoever. The Federal Republic of Hamilay is an institution which is elected by the people and exists only to serve the best interests of the people, both of Hamilay and the world."

He was hosting an international convention, after all.

"The people fought the return of the repressive, backward Imperial order in every way possible, from partisan fighting throughout the nation, the protests here in Sayenna and the brave resistance of the people's National Guards, which took over three hundred thousand casualties. Governments which attempt to force their rule on their citizens are morally bankrupt, and the citizens will rightly refuse to accept it. Although many nations attempted to aid the resurgent Empire, justice and freedom prevailed in the end, and the only remnants of this sorry Empire are an enclave of fifty million or so traitors, who have established a second Empire on Valencia Island, in the north, capital of Valence, headed by the former Imperial Chancellor. This island remains territory of the Federal Republic of Hamilay, and we would be both well within our rights and perfectly able to reclaim it by force. But the Federal Republic will not do so. These misguided souls have decided the Imperial system is what appeals to them, and as I said earlier, government must not be forced on the citizenry. Hamilay will abide by this. Let the record show that unlike the leaders of the Hamilayan Empire, we do not start wars of aggression. Either way, Valencia Island is of no economic or strategic consequence.

"So, justice and freedom has prevailed, but at terrible cost. We must never forget those who gave their lives in defence of the Federal Republic, or, indeed, those who defended the Federal Republic but were more lucky. Most notably in terms of rank, the Vice President was heroically killed resisting the coup. Both myself and the Chancellor spent a period in Imperial custody. My particular thanks goes to General O'Reilly, of Republican Guards, who saw the tyranny of the Empire for what it was, and turned his command in the south over to Republican forces- perhaps the turning point of the war. Of course, the famous and powerful are not the only ones deserving of recognition. No less important is every soldier of the Republic and every civilian of the Republic. We remember the Sayenna Massacre, where a civilian demonstration was attacked with military force, resulting in over a thousand dead. We also remember the soldiers of the Republican-turned-Imperial Guard. Despite the tyranny of the Empire, these men and women were duped by their commanders into the belief they were fighting for a better Hamilay. A lie, but I shall not judge them on fighting for what they thought right. However, the Guards have nevertheless been reorganized, to prevent this from happening again. They are now under the direct control of the Army, as opposed to a separate institution. Speaking of reorganization, the National Guard has also recently been altered into the Civil Guard, which is a gendarmes police force rather than a full-fledged military branch. This is a volunteer professional organization, and as such compulsory military service in the Republic has ended for the first time in its history, although we reserve the right to institute a levee en masse for times of dire peril. The reason for this is although the bravery of the National Guard was highly commendable, they suffered appalling casualties during the war, due to a general lack of training and combined-arms support, and this is another thing we must not allow to happen again. So, we remember the troops of the Imperial and National Guards alike."

The President suddenly was silent, but for some reason the watchers realised the speech was not yet over. A chill fell over the room. Quietly, he began to speak again.

"Final toll of the Hamilayan Civil War? Six hundred thousand Hamilayan soldiers. Seven hundred thousand civilians. Five hundred and fifty thousand Imperial soldiers.
Imperialists? Olmedrecans, Gatawans, Shakal, Manth, Aliquantans? I hope that barren rock of Valencia Island was worth it.
Remember."

The President pocketed his wad of notes, bowed and walked off the stage. The assembly stood still for a moment, save the flash of cameras, then erupted in thunderous applause.

Base 210-Alpha-1
100 kilometers north of Sayenna

The foreign special forces troops who had opted to ride the helicopters disembarked on several adjacent helipads in a large complex surrounded by barbed wire and bunkers. It looked similar to any other military base in Hamilay, and probably similar to most in the world, save a modern six-story glass office building in the centre of the base, really looking rather ludicrous against the utilarian military background. The arrivals were met by a platoon of black-clad commandoes, and four officers in white dress uniform.

"Good day, everyone," said the first, after saluting. "I'm Colonel Lennox, tactical commander of operations for 210th SO Brigade. This is the proposed foundation for this multinational group, but that's not my area. I just direct the troops to shoot things. Major-General Antonin, who you may or may not have met at the airport, is the overall commander, and when he arrives in a few hours he will brief you on the political and organizational structure of the unit. For the moment, I'm here to give you a tour of the facilities and make you comfortable. These two gentlemen and lady are Majors Korolov, Ramirez and Schroeder, in command of A, B and C companies here." The three majors followed suit in saluting.

"There's no brigade-sized unit here, and even the three-company battalion is too much for counterterror ops, of course, but the political importance of this has got the higher ups to ask us to structure it so. They're all competent, but those who aren't selected will train here anyway for our own domestic counter-terror unit. So, shall I show you around whilst we wait for the good Major-General?"

Base 210-Alpha-1
100 kilometers north of Sayenna

The foreign special forces troops who had opted to ride the helicopters disembarked on several adjacent helipads in a large complex surrounded by barbed wire and bunkers. It looked similar to any other military base in Hamilay, and probably similar to most in the world, save a modern six-story glass office building in the centre of the base, really looking rather ludicrous against the utilarian military background. The arrivals were met by a platoon of black-clad commandoes, and four officers in white dress uniform.

"Good day, everyone," said the first, after saluting. "I'm Colonel Lennox, tactical commander of operations for 210th SO Brigade. This is the proposed foundation for this multinational group, but that's not my area. I just direct the troops to shoot things. Major-General Antonin, who you may or may not have met at the airport, is the overall commander, and when he arrives in a few hours he will brief you on the political and organizational structure of the unit. For the moment, I'm here to give you a tour of the facilities and make you comfortable. These two gentlemen and lady are Majors Korolov, Ramirez and Schroeder, in command of A, B and C companies here." The three majors followed suit in saluting.

"There's no brigade-sized unit here, and even the three-company battalion is too much for counterterror ops, of course, but the political importance of this has got the higher ups to ask us to structure it so. They're all competent, but those who aren't selected will train here anyway for our own domestic counter-terror unit. So, shall I show you around whilst we wait for the good Major-General?"

"Colonel! I am captain Jefferson Ross of the Golden Lions." the soldier put in a crisp and sharp salute.
"I am in charge of the men here from SaintB and would like you to know that we are all experienced and competent and General Brown chose us himself as the some of the best the Golden Lions have to offer. The men and I would like it to be known sir that we are honored to be here in Hamilay."


Elsewhere

Lord Sir Logan Brown watched the speech from the wings of the stage quietly, seeming impassively. As the speech ended Logan held his applause until the President exited the stage and then clapped both his hands together loudly three times. Bowing politly before he stepped forward he spoke, "Mister President, I would have a word with you if you have the time?"

OOC: is it too late to join? I'm relatively new and this sounds interesting , plus im a girly pants.....:P

OOC: is it too late to join? I'm relatively new and this sounds interesting , plus im a girly pants.....:P

I can't say for certain but the thread is tagged with open which usually means anyone can join. You might not beleive it but I am pretty much a newbie too...

OOC: Sure, Sparklesun- still open. Everyone's assumed to have arrived, so you can start with delegates listening to the speech if you like.

The President walked down from the stage, shaking hands and smiling for the cameras, in an abrupt change from the morose mood of the speech. A man approached him and bowed.

"Mister President, I would have a word with you if you have the time?"

The President smiled and returned the bow.

"No problem... Lord Brown, yes? [Lord Sir or Major General?] It's what I'm here for. What do you need?"

Base 210-Alpha-1
100 kilometers north of Sayenna

The foreign special forces troops who had opted to ride the helicopters disembarked on several adjacent helipads in a large complex surrounded by barbed wire and bunkers. It looked similar to any other military base in Hamilay, and probably similar to most in the world, save a modern six-story glass office building in the centre of the base, really looking rather ludicrous against the utilarian military background. The arrivals were met by a platoon of black-clad commandoes, and four officers in white dress uniform.

"Good day, everyone," said the first, after saluting. "I'm Colonel Lennox, tactical commander of operations for 210th SO Brigade. This is the proposed foundation for this multinational group, but that's not my area. I just direct the troops to shoot things. Major-General Antonin, who you may or may not have met at the airport, is the overall commander, and when he arrives in a few hours he will brief you on the political and organizational structure of the unit. For the moment, I'm here to give you a tour of the facilities and make you comfortable. These two gentlemen and lady are Majors Korolov, Ramirez and Schroeder, in command of A, B and C companies here." The three majors followed suit in saluting.

"There's no brigade-sized unit here, and even the three-company battalion is too much for counterterror ops, of course, but the political importance of this has got the higher ups to ask us to structure it so. They're all competent, but those who aren't selected will train here anyway for our own domestic counter-terror unit. So, shall I show you around whilst we wait for the good Major-General?"

The four men and two women of Green Hawk's SOP with their black informs with the letters SOP on the back in yellow. They also had a hat with smiler letters on the front of it. One of them however, had SOPC on the front his shirt in yellow which stood for, 'Special Operations Police Commander'. His name is Michael Patterson or Sergeant Patterson. He stepped forward and said,

"Hi, I'm Sergeant Patterson of the Green Hawk Speical Operation Police and this is my team. Sergeant Paul Crow, Sergeant John Barry, Sergeant Jay Christopher, Sergeant George Walter, Sergeant Holly Buck, Sergeant Diana Flynn. We are here on orders to aid this organzation to the extent of our power," Patterson said gesturing to each member of his team.

"Also, we didn't come fully prepared for training or combat. All we brought with us is Heckler & Koch VP70s. Is this okay or do we need something else?"

Conference

Morris clapped his hands at the end of the speech wondering if that was all of the day's events. He had a feeling in his stomach that something was going to happen. Something bad, but he pushed it aside. No rambo time for today Morris. Clam down. He thought to himself.

Base 210-Alpha-1

"Captain Ross, Sergeant Patterson." The Colonel stepped forward and shook their hands gravely. "We're glad to have you here too, of course. There'll be no need for any substantial equipment, as we won't begin training until after the conference when everything is organized. You're here to see the early plans for the unit, when the Major-General arrives," - Lennox checked his watch - "and at the moment, you're just here to essentially get, well, a feel for how we do things in Hamilay, and impart some of your own wisdom to us. Come, we'll show you around."

Colonel Lennox led the way, followed by his three majors, gesturing to various points of interest, if you could call them that, through the base and talking as they walked.

"It's quite quiet today, as most of our men are providing security down in Sayenna for the conference, unsurprisingly. They're a mixed lot of about half military Special Operations, and the rest are evenly split between other branches of the force, like Airborne and Guards, and the Civil Guard counterterror teams. The ugly lump in the middle of the base you can see there is our intel building. Typical DSI," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. "We hope to have our own intelligence support here at base, but at least on terrorism it appears all our intelligence agencies will be obligated to cooperate."

The party passed a line of barracks and saw the first sign of troops training rather than patrolling. About twenty men were lined up at a shooting range, firing away with all manner of weapons from pistols to sniper rifles. As the officers and foreign soldiers were noticed, the row of soldiers halted, turned and saluted. Lennox returned the salutes and waved his hand.

"At ease." The gray-clad soldiers wordlessly went back to firing away. "Now, weapons. The plan was for Hamilay to supply this unit with weaponry- which would mean the FN SCAR and Five Seven primarily as you can see here- but we're of course open to other suggestions. We've embraced PDWs with gusto, and we're lacking in submachine guns. The ubiquitous MP5 is around a bit, but not much. How are your special forces teams for weaponry?

Zsara sat down at her assigned seat, she did not know who anyone was, in her own country she felt big and powerful, but here. she felt obsolete.

Her country was running riot with almost impossible to track terrorists, even outsmarting the terror ministers.

She smiled at the gentleman sitting next to her, hoping for some light conversation to calm her nerves...


(Zsara: http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/dayart/movies/40749/40749_br.jpg)

Zsara sat down quietly, she hoped this conference could help her once beautiful, now war stricken nation.

she smiled weakly at the gentleman next to her, hoping for some light conversation to ease her nerves

BUMP (OOC: boredy pants :( )

OOC: Sure, Sparklesun- still open. Everyone's assumed to have arrived, so you can start with delegates listening to the speech if you like.

The President walked down from the stage, shaking hands and smiling for the cameras, in an abrupt change from the morose mood of the speech. A man approached him and bowed.

"Mister President, I would have a word with you if you have the time?"

The President smiled and returned the bow.

"No problem... Lord Brown, yes? [Lord Sir or Major General?] It's what I'm here for. What do you need?"

((OOC: Lord Sir or Major General Both work, my country until recently had a fuedal system, the new monarch disbanded the system to secure prosperity))

"Yes Sir, I am Lord Brown from SaintB. I was asked by my soveriegn Benard I to extend his best regards and the offer of embassy to all parties involved in this conference. I would like to have your permission to take the floor in his name before the end of the conference." Logan fell into stride beside the Hamilayan President as he spoke.
"I was also sent to express his regrets that he himself could not attend the conference, but I assure you Mr. President that as the commander of the Golden Lions I beleive that I am the best person to be here. I am no politician, I'm a soldier... and soldiers are what will make this organization work."

Base 210-Alpha-1

"Captain Ross, Sergeant Patterson." The Colonel stepped forward and shook their hands gravely. "We're glad to have you here too, of course. There'll be no need for any substantial equipment, as we won't begin training until after the conference when everything is organized. You're here to see the early plans for the unit, when the Major-General arrives," - Lennox checked his watch - "and at the moment, you're just here to essentially get, well, a feel for how we do things in Hamilay, and impart some of your own wisdom to us. Come, we'll show you around."

Colonel Lennox led the way, followed by his three majors, gesturing to various points of interest, if you could call them that, through the base and talking as they walked.

"It's quite quiet today, as most of our men are providing security down in Sayenna for the conference, unsurprisingly. They're a mixed lot of about half military Special Operations, and the rest are evenly split between other branches of the force, like Airborne and Guards, and the Civil Guard counterterror teams. The ugly lump in the middle of the base you can see there is our intel building. Typical DSI," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. "We hope to have our own intelligence support here at base, but at least on terrorism it appears all our intelligence agencies will be obligated to cooperate."

The party passed a line of barracks and saw the first sign of troops training rather than patrolling. About twenty men were lined up at a shooting range, firing away with all manner of weapons from pistols to sniper rifles. As the officers and foreign soldiers were noticed, the row of soldiers halted, turned and saluted. Lennox returned the salutes and waved his hand.

"At ease." The gray-clad soldiers wordlessly went back to firing away. "Now, weapons. The plan was for Hamilay to supply this unit with weaponry- which would mean the FN SCAR and Five Seven primarily as you can see here- but we're of course open to other suggestions. We've embraced PDWs with gusto, and we're lacking in submachine guns. The ubiquitous MP5 is around a bit, but not much. How are your special forces teams for weaponry?

"Sir! Captain Ross chimed in, in SaintB we use a wide range of weapons, the standard being the Ares Elite Carbine for most of us, we also extensively use the Achilles 12 Gauge Semi-Auto Shotgun, the .303 Hades Sniper Rifle, and the Harecles SAW. For our standard sub machine gun we also prefer the MP5 or the Uzi II."
The Captain reached into his side holster and pulled out a mid sized heavy pistol, ejecting the magazine he offered it to the colonel for inspection, "And this the the Argonaugt .357 Semi-Auto Magnum Power pitsol, the standard side arm for all SaintB forces."

ooc: I had to leave the other day...would it be okay if my Anti-terror units could have been with the others...instead of me RPing them being late..?..if not I will RP them being late...

IC:

Base 210-Alpha-1

Standing to the rear of the others were Captain Bershaw and Captain Smert..both wearing their own distinctive uniform Bershaw in the solid black uniform with the white beret..while Bershaw wore a red beret with the Imperial House crest on the flash..his uniform was also black but was actual cammo compared to Smert's solid black body armor.

Bershaw began..
"All Imperial GSS units units DR-87 tactical carbines or with DAC-97 submachine guns...along with DAC-99's as a personal side arm..for sniper rifles we use the GH-31....All GSS personnel are specially trained in squad based urban tactics..use of heavy weapons and demolitions..as well as use in electronics and communications systems..and advanced medical procedures..."

As soon as Bershaw had stopped Smert began..

"Had Jemzi units..being also an elite branch tied directly to the Imperial Army while also assisting the GSS and providing other special operations..are trained in both squad based and regular infantry tactics..including paramilitary operations as well as more mechanized tactics..We use more standard infantry equipment than squad based such as the Hali-53 assault rifle...and we also use the DAC-99 and GH-31..we also use the DR-83 rifle...along with an assortment of mortars..anti-tank weapons and the like


Conference

Tillman applauded like the others..although inside he was applauding only half-heartedly never the less he carried on his act..even giving the president a standing ovation.

Base 210-Alpha-1

"Captain Ross, Sergeant Patterson." The Colonel stepped forward and shook their hands gravely. "We're glad to have you here too, of course. There'll be no need for any substantial equipment, as we won't begin training until after the conference when everything is organized. You're here to see the early plans for the unit, when the Major-General arrives," - Lennox checked his watch - "and at the moment, you're just here to essentially get, well, a feel for how we do things in Hamilay, and impart some of your own wisdom to us. Come, we'll show you around."

Colonel Lennox led the way, followed by his three majors, gesturing to various points of interest, if you could call them that, through the base and talking as they walked.

"It's quite quiet today, as most of our men are providing security down in Sayenna for the conference, unsurprisingly. They're a mixed lot of about half military Special Operations, and the rest are evenly split between other branches of the force, like Airborne and Guards, and the Civil Guard counterterror teams. The ugly lump in the middle of the base you can see there is our intel building. Typical DSI," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. "We hope to have our own intelligence support here at base, but at least on terrorism it appears all our intelligence agencies will be obligated to cooperate."

The party passed a line of barracks and saw the first sign of troops training rather than patrolling. About twenty men were lined up at a shooting range, firing away with all manner of weapons from pistols to sniper rifles. As the officers and foreign soldiers were noticed, the row of soldiers halted, turned and saluted. Lennox returned the salutes and waved his hand.

"At ease." The gray-clad soldiers wordlessly went back to firing away. "Now, weapons. The plan was for Hamilay to supply this unit with weaponry- which would mean the FN SCAR and Five Seven primarily as you can see here- but we're of course open to other suggestions. We've embraced PDWs with gusto, and we're lacking in submachine guns. The ubiquitous MP5 is around a bit, but not much. How are your special forces teams for weaponry?

"We use mostly H&K guns, but I'll go into detail I guess," Patterson took a deep breath before beginning.

"For pistols we use the VP70, HK23, P11 and the USP. For submachine guns we use the MP5 and the UMP. For rifles we use the HK417, HK416, G36 and the M8. Sniper rifles we use the MSG-90 and the PSG-1. Machine guns HK21E and the MG4. Grenade launchers are the HK69 and the AG36. Other weapons we use are the MP7 and the MP5K," Patterson took a few seconds of rest from saying the long list before ending with.

"All SOP personnel are trained in the use of other weapons as well like the AK-47 and the M-4, but we prefer the guns I listed before."

Conference

"Well, I'm a politician, not a soldier, and I hope that I've made this, as sort of, well, a pet project of mine, work so far." He laughed to show he was joking. "Though I was a soldier once... never mind. Rest assured, I agree with you. Whilst the politicians bicker it essentially comes down to the troops to get things right. Inform your sovereign that there is no need for an apology. Us heads of state are busy people, and I can hardly expect them all to turn up to this little meeting. As there will be an open forum, you will most certainly have the opportunity to take the floor at some point."

The President looked through the crowd at the man he'd seen before, giving a standing ovation. Nice of him... but he suddenly stood stock still. He shook his head, and stared at the man again.

"Would you excuse me a moment, Lord Brown?" He moved off to one side. "Maybourne!" the President hissed. "Who is that man over there?"
"Sir, that's Minister Tillman, of... Gataway?"
"Exactly what I thought. The nerve of the man!"
"Perhaps you shouldn't have been so scathing to Gataway in your speech," said the Head of Presidential Security dryly. "We are at peace now, after all."
"All right, all right. But I don't have to like it. Keep an eye on him."

Base 210-Alpha-1

Colonel Lennox nodded. "I'm not familiar with the SaintB or Gatawan weapons- is the Doomingsland gun any good? Well, Sayenna has actually slapped an embargo on the Doomies, so that's probably not an option. Sorry about that." His radio chattered and he unclipped it from his belt. "Hello? Who is this? Captain? Ah, about damned time! Good, good. We'll be there shortly."

He returned the radio again. "General Antonin has finally arrived. We'll meet him in the office, so we can all sit down and have some nourishment."

Lennox led them all back through the doors of the glass building, where there was a short exchange with a pair of guards demanding to know why foreigners were being sent into an intelligence building. The appearance of Major-General Antonin quickly resolved this. He was an average man, of Slavic descent, with brown hair and watchful eyes. Antonin gripped the hands of each of the visitors and shook them strongly.

"Comrades! Welcome to Hamilay. Who have we here, Colonel?... Good, good. Follow me."

The group entered a large briefing room, with a table with jugs of water and plates of assorted food at the back. The Hamilayans immediately made for that, although mostly only pouring water, then sitting down in the chairs to join another seven or eight Hamilayan officers already waiting.

"Squad leaders- all captains," Lennox muttered to his guests. Major Ramirez, the last to enter the room, dimmed the lights slightly, and Antonin moved to the front and unrolled a projector screen.

"Are we all here? OK. [OOC: I'll just assume everyone is in attendance.] Now, as you know, you are here to participate in the formation of a multinational counterterror unit. None of this is set in stone so far, as we must wait for the bureaucrats to finish arguing at this conference. However, we are getting things started now so the soldiers do not have to sit around waiting."

The Major-General picked up a remote from the podium and the screen turned on.

"I present to you... the Joint Counterterror Task Force. If anyone has a better name, see me after. Now, the structure of the unit. We plan to have the main base here, where you're standing now, and one unit based in each of the participating nations. This unit will be composed of two teams of twelve, and made up of about half soldiers of that country, and half foreigners. All weapons through the teams would be standardised- preferably Hamilayan, but this is not necessary. Here at 210th Brigade base would be the training centre for prospective recruits and a base for perhaps ten teams, which could be deployed anywhere in the world, either to support their comrades in other nations or to possibly assist in fighting terror in non-participatory nations who request it. The reason for deploying teams in all nations is to allow the members to be on relatively equal footing, as well as to ensure there are troops where they are needed ASAP.

"This unit transcends national borders, and full cooperation will be expected with military and law enforcement, in regards to intelligence, transport and the like. I have Zenith stealth choppers here in terms of transport, but unless we need rocket launchers, most of their capabilities will be wasted. A light transport helicopter has been commissioned from DMG, but we're not sure when that will be available. So we may need the nations in which they are being deployed to provide their own helicopters. Same goes for jeeps and the like. All teams in each nation will be expected to assist each other at all times, within reason.

"Now, any problems so far?"

Conference

Tillman noticed the president staring at him and let a smile break his face..continuing to applaud the speech from his standing position a few moments more before reaching inside his pocket and taking out a cigar..leaving the room to enjoy his smoke...his "blanket" of bodyguards with him every step of the way..Tillman was confident now, he could tell he had gotten under the presidents skin..reading people was something he was good at...after all he had served twelve years in the GSS interrogation unit..his presentation of Imperial arrogance thus far had been successful..

Base 210-Alpha-1

Smert stood and spoke calmly..presenting a much different view of the Imperial Kingdom than Tillman did..then again Smert was only to command troops..not deal in politics..

"The Imperial Kingdom has more than enough helicopters and other vehicle surplus including naval vessels which, pending government approval we could donate these to this new force international force..

We also have a modified GL-113 bomber..being a nuclear powered aircraft it can remain in flight until the crew runs out of food and water...its 200,000kg payload however allows it to stay in the air for a lengthy amount of time..we currently are using it for scientific studies and as a "Nuclear submarine" in the sky..to deter any attackers..with our current method of switching out crews in midair we could use this converted plane to keep up to two squads in the air at all times..further enhancing our rapid deployment abilities..on the matter of having uniformed equipment I'm sure they will be no problem making all the modifications and adjustments to suit uniformity."

Patterson stood up as well and said.

"Green Hawk has a contract with AFTERBURNER for a helicopter to replace the UH-60 Blackhawk. It is still in testing, but what is done so far has shown to completely out do the Blackhawk in everything from speed, range and weapons payload. When it is done Green Hawk might offer a few to the Joint Counterterror Task Force. Just wanted to inform you of that," Patterson then grabbed his seat again to sit down.



OOC: UH-28 Black Eagle (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=354)

Captain Ross took his turn standing up, "In the interest of fairness sirs. I think that if all weapons are going to be standardized we should probably test all the standard issue weapons with representitives from each nation and agree on the best ones. Then we can ensure that all nations are represented fairly in all aspects."
Ross took a look around the room and continued, "At the conference General Logan Brown is going to announce the declassification of the PC-1340, it is a small computer about the size of a notebook that is a communication device, GPS, Tracking Device, and signal scramber in one package on top of being a typical computer; we have been testing it for years and it has seen use in covert operations against terror organizations before."
The Golden Lion captain sat back down and waited for the discussion to resume.

Conference

"Well, I'm a politician, not a soldier, and I hope that I've made this, as sort of, well, a pet project of mine, work so far." He laughed to show he was joking. "Though I was a soldier once... never mind. Rest assured, I agree with you. Whilst the politicians bicker it essentially comes down to the troops to get things right. Inform your sovereign that there is no need for an apology. Us heads of state are busy people, and I can hardly expect them all to turn up to this little meeting. As there will be an open forum, you will most certainly have the opportunity to take the floor at some point."

The President looked through the crowd at the man he'd seen before, giving a standing ovation. Nice of him... but he suddenly stood stock still. He shook his head, and stared at the man again.

"Would you excuse me a moment, Lord Brown?" He moved off to one side. "Maybourne!" the President hissed. "Who is that man over there?"
"Sir, that's Minister Tillman, of... Gataway?"
"Exactly what I thought. The nerve of the man!"
"Perhaps you shouldn't have been so scathing to Gataway in your speech," said the Head of Presidential Security dryly. "We are at peace now, after all."
"All right, all right. But I don't have to like it. Keep an eye on him."

Base 210-Alpha-1

Colonel Lennox nodded. "I'm not familiar with the SaintB or Gatawan weapons- is the Doomingsland gun any good? Well, Sayenna has actually slapped an embargo on the Doomies, so that's probably not an option. Sorry about that." His radio chattered and he unclipped it from his belt. "Hello? Who is this? Captain? Ah, about damned time! Good, good. We'll be there shortly."

He returned the radio again. "General Antonin has finally arrived. We'll meet him in the office, so we can all sit down and have some nourishment."

Lennox led them all back through the doors of the glass building, where there was a short exchange with a pair of guards demanding to know why foreigners were being sent into an intelligence building. The appearance of Major-General Antonin quickly resolved this. He was an average man, of Slavic descent, with brown hair and watchful eyes. Antonin gripped the hands of each of the visitors and shook them strongly.

"Comrades! Welcome to Hamilay. Who have we here, Colonel?... Good, good. Follow me."

The group entered a large briefing room, with a table with jugs of water and plates of assorted food at the back. The Hamilayans immediately made for that, although mostly only pouring water, then sitting down in the chairs to join another seven or eight Hamilayan officers already waiting.

"Squad leaders- all captains," Lennox muttered to his guests. Major Ramirez, the last to enter the room, dimmed the lights slightly, and Antonin moved to the front and unrolled a projector screen.

"Are we all here? OK. [OOC: I'll just assume everyone is in attendance.] Now, as you know, you are here to participate in the formation of a multinational counterterror unit. None of this is set in stone so far, as we must wait for the bureaucrats to finish arguing at this conference. However, we are getting things started now so the soldiers do not have to sit around waiting."

The Major-General picked up a remote from the podium and the screen turned on.

"I present to you... the Joint Counterterror Task Force. If anyone has a better name, see me after. Now, the structure of the unit. We plan to have the main base here, where you're standing now, and one unit based in each of the participating nations. This unit will be composed of two teams of twelve, and made up of about half soldiers of that country, and half foreigners. All weapons through the teams would be standardised- preferably Hamilayan, but this is not necessary. Here at 210th Brigade base would be the training centre for prospective recruits and a base for perhaps ten teams, which could be deployed anywhere in the world, either to support their comrades in other nations or to possibly assist in fighting terror in non-participatory nations who request it. The reason for deploying teams in all nations is to allow the members to be on relatively equal footing, as well as to ensure there are troops where they are needed ASAP.

"This unit transcends national borders, and full cooperation will be expected with military and law enforcement, in regards to intelligence, transport and the like. I have Zenith stealth choppers here in terms of transport, but unless we need rocket launchers, most of their capabilities will be wasted. A light transport helicopter has been commissioned from DMG, but we're not sure when that will be available. So we may need the nations in which they are being deployed to provide their own helicopters. Same goes for jeeps and the like. All teams in each nation will be expected to assist each other at all times, within reason.

"Now, any problems so far?"
OOC: If there's anywhere to get back in, it's here I guess. Sorry for the shorty post, but for now I'm just getting back up to speed.
IC
Conference
Wagdian Defense Secretary Mario Iliescu merely observed the conference and noted silently the goings on. He'd approved of the President's speech, and was nothing but amused by the visible tension in the air before that man had taken Maybourne aside where they couldn't be heard. Gataway, I'd wager. Ha-ha! Such an amusement, these human conflicts. Of course, we vampires are no different nor without stake in them of course. But still, the vagaries of mortals are always fun to observe indeed... And more to the point, he saw no reason not to keep doing so for now.

Base 210-Alpha-1
Querying for the first time on this deployment, Captain Dragar of the 10-man Ranger squad independently raised from the reserves to supply Wagdog's initial commitment to the JCTF spoke up. "Sirs, we currently have no problems aside from some minor logistical matters. We can provide helicopters well enough, Ka-29 Helixes and Czechalrussian Ki-1s mostly; although some Marine units do employ the Ironcian-designed Dark Lord series. Our support vehicles are all Soviet-bloc, but in good condition and should be serviceable enough if required by any teams operating in our country.

Regarding arms, we'll use what weapons you'll have of us; and we certainly have no objections to FN gear despite using predominantly Soviet-bloc gear back home. We would support testing however, so long as that didn't impede the operational readiness of the unit. Currently my men have only brought their Czechalrussian-designed AUS-98 assault rifles and UAP-13 pistols, having come from home; but we can ship these back if their ammunition causes too much controversy. Might you use the 7.62x39mm version of the SCAR, by any chance?" No sense in totally departing from the familiar if it could be avoided, after all. Captain Dragar would accept what had to be, but all the same one could try.

OOC: A nuclear powered aircraft? o_0 I'm no expert, but I've never heard of one of those. You might want to check that.

Antonin raised his hand. "To clarify, only small arms will be standardised at this stage, as we thought it might be too much to expect to make members spend millions on new helicopters for the sake of conformity. I'll be interested to hear more about this computer. We use PDAs, and trackers and GPS devices are inserted as necessary, but those aren't standard for some reason. Certainly we can go through the presented small arms and decide which is best for our needs. We can do an impromptu evaluation later, if you like. Captain Dragar, although Special Operations and this unit do have a stock of the 7.62 SCARs, we generally use the Light version as to keep consistent with the standard infantry small arm. XM8.

"So at this point there are no issues with the degree of openness required by our intelligence agencies? I find that surprising, but all the better. Now, experience. I suggest that those nations who have had experience in fighting terrorism send trainers here first, naturally. I will be honest with you; Hamilay is somewhat deficient in counterterror forces, which was one of the reasons why the new Civil Guard Special teams were created. Our special forces here are technically very good, but they have little experience in hostage tactics and the like. They will learn quickly, however. Hamilayan military doctrine, being quite involved with close-air support, is also not exactly conducive to subtlety in general."

The General winced as he recalled an incident from twenty years ago, when he was just a young cadet. Twelve or so Kalashnikov-wielding gunmen had seized a department store in Chernaya- from some mad little home-grown anarchist group- and the response had been swift. Specifically, it involved pumping anaesthetic gas through the airconditioning vents, like in Russia, smashing the main doors down with a tank, of all things, and sending a full regular infantry battalion in through the entrances. Extremely unpleasant.

Still, it had been psychologically effective enough to deter terrorists from attacking Hamilay for the next twenty years...

ooc:I'm PMT..but if you wanna look up all the info
GL-113 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10973722&postcount=1491)

IC:

Bershaw spoke again..

"The Imperial Kingdom already has a current branch of our intelligence that is geared specifically towards anti-terrorist operations..and shares information with other members of our alliance..the MU...Our government intends to simply add members of this organization into the loop if you will..and share intelligence strictly regarding terrorist activities..as far as training..having had a former rouge state bordering us..which openly supported terrorist attacks and even used them against Imperial forces and civilians during the Zambistan conflict..as such GSS forces are among the elite anti-terror units throughout Mediterranica and have already trained other counter-terror forces in over eleven different countries."

"I can see if Green Hawk will send trainers, but it is around that time of the year when the SOP calls back most of it's operatives for training. So I might be able to get a few... Like three. Is that okay?" Patterson asked.

"Also, I think it is better to use an international designed weapon (RL weapon) because then the logistics won't be a bitch. Believe it or not, but there are guns in the world that can only be brought though one place and Green Hawk doesn't like buying weapons from storefronts."

Antonin nodded. "Well, we can start a vote on the weapons now, since my briefing is done. Everyone, thanks for visiting our humble abode here at 210-A. Now, I have lodgings here for the duration of the conference over the next few days, or the Halos are waiting to take you back to Sayenna to join your groups. We'll hope to see you again here by the end of the week."

Next day

The President of Hamilay stood in the mostly empty Meeting Chamber, a high-ceilinged assembly room, modeled on various Parliament Houses including the one down the road. His mood had improved from his irritation after yesterday, and he walked up to the podium to give the opening speech of the International Anti-Terrorist Coalition, awaiting the arrival of the delegates here at the Presidential Palace.

OOC: Sorry for the crap post, as I've been sick home all week now busy catching up on the work I've missed. No one has objections to moving into the conference proper?

Zsara was getting more nervous, the room got louder, she stood and followed suit and sat down, her heavy velvet elven dress suffocating her...

At Base
((OOC sorry for the lateness of this))

Ross chimed in once more, "The Kingdom of SaintB will send trainers. We have had extensive dealing with counter-terrorism as of late. After the civil war it was our job to pacify the remaining resistance, they used insergency tactics similar to terror cells."

Conference Day 2
Logan was one of the first in and sat in the first available seat, not being one for particulars. A young woman was sitting in the seat next to his, "Uhm hi. Sorry if I'm intruding. I'm here for the conference... its a big room, I can move?"

At Base
((OOC sorry for the lateness of this))

Ross chimed in once more, "The Kingdom of SaintB will send trainers. We have had extensive dealing with counter-terrorism as of late. After the civil war it was our job to pacify the remaining resistance, they used insergency tactics similar to terror cells."

Conference Day 2
Logan was one of the first in and sat in the first available seat, not being one for particulars. A young woman was sitting in the seat next to his, "Uhm hi. Sorry if I'm intruding. I'm here for the conference... its a big room, I can move?"

Zsara looked up.
'I think you have to stay in the seats that you are in?' she said. She felt uneasy, she wanted to talk more, he looked handsome and intelligent, she smiled and moved her chair invitingly.

With a shrug Logan sat down the rest of the way and settled into his seat, there seamed to be some time before something happened, "I'm Logan Brown, the representitive from SaintB. What nation do you represent?"

With a shrug Logan sat down the rest of the way and settled into his seat, there seamed to be some time before something happened, "I'm Logan Brown, the representitive from SaintB. What nation do you represent?"

'Zsara Matthews, I represent Sparklesun, its a pleasure to meet you' she emphasised the word pleasure...

Rexzoid and his tag-team troll-spam buddy IVIastervader have both been banned for three days for gratuitous stupidity and trolling. We can but hope that they learn something.

~ Tsarmageddon is the Janitor of the Lord

The President clapped his hands together twice.

"Welcome, all, to the International Anti-Terrorism Conference. Today, us esteemed leaders and representatives of nations throughout the world have gathered together to discuss the ever-present threat of terrorism. The Federal Republic of Hamilay is here to pledge to fight terrorism in all its forms, wherever it occurs throughout the world. A sensible place to start would be a definition of terrorism, of course, as this is a grey area. The Republic's Ministry of Foreign Affairs defines terrorism as an act or threat of violence against civilians intended to cause terror or fear. We hope this is acceptable to all at least for our purposes.

"The most fundamental statement of the proposed Charter of the IATC is an international pledge to withhold all support to organizations considered terrorist organizations, which will be determined jointly by the representatives of all nations. The contribution to the multinational force currently being organized elsewhere in Hamilay is also significant here.

"The Coalition will require full cooperation of its members if the threat of terrorism is to be effectively combated. As such, we propose one of the articles of the IATC to be a catch-all clause regarding cooperation of international military, intelligence and law enforcement assets. Specifically, this would bind all nations to extradition agreements with those convicted of terrorism-related offences in their fellow signatories, open transfer of information regarding the movements, funds and members of terrorist groups amongst intelligence agencies, and eventually physical cooperation between military and law enforcement to capture terror suspects.

"The issue of terrorist-sponsoring states may be a sticking point here. The basis for terrorism must be cut off at its root cause, and whilst that may mean education towards tolerance and awareness to fight extremism of all sorts, the next step up is preventing support for terrorist groups. The JCTF being formed is a unit on a tactical scale, meant to respond to specific incidents of terror, and are not planned to deal with a strategic operation against a terrorist-sponsoring state, if the need should arise. Although the Coalition is not intended to be an alliance for mutual cooperation in terms of large strategic operations, this is still open to debate. I wish to formally call for the opinions of the assembled delegates regarding the stance and response of the IATC towards nation-states proven to fund terrorism.

"Oh, and this is an open forum. You are welcome to interject at any time."

Morris stood up from his seat and he raised his had as he was doing so.

"I think that we should just deal with the fact that some nation's support terrorist. We can't declare war on those means. However, most nation's try to hide the fact they support terrorist. I think the best way to stop them is to find ways to expose them and what they are doing to support terroist. This might get them to stop their support," Morris also added, "well it's worth a try at least," before sitting down again. Even Morris knew that wouldn't work, but the President asked him to offer any suggestions during the conference. Hell, it might just work if they tried it out. You never know until you try.

Morris stood up from his seat and he raised his had as he was doing so.

"I think that we should just deal with the fact that some nation's support terrorist. We can't declare war on those means. However, most nation's try to hide the fact they support terrorist. I think the best way to stop them is to find ways to expose them and what they are doing to support terroist. This might get them to stop their support," Morris also added, "well it's worth a try at least," before sitting down again. Even Morris knew that wouldn't work, but the President asked him to offer any suggestions during the conference. Hell, it might just work if they tried it out. You never know until you try.
Wagdian Defense Secretary Mario Iliescu stood up casually from his seat, parsing just what he wanted to say while making sure his cravat was still fluffed; a touch of vanity from a vampire known for his often-effete habits, even if he remained an effective strategist all the same. "In general, I agree with our allies from Green Hawk. Although I personally would have no problem with stamping out a terrorist state or two, nonetheless those tend to grow like the international weeds they are and the task could become most distracting rather quickly.

With our combined spying assets, gentlemen, we can achieve what Mr. Morris is proposing; and when caught between the choice of exposure and dishonor for supporting terrorism, versus cooperating with us for whatever benefits we may offer in a specific case, I do believe most rogue nations would swiftly choose cooperation. It, like the survival it entailed, would be in their interests after all." Iliescu refrained from giving a show of fangs after that, despite feeling like it all the same. No sense in unduly scaring the hosts, now is there? Accordingly, he sat down and made himself quite comfortable; ready again to watch the 'peanut gallery' argue and bicker amongst themselves, unless (for once) they somehow decided to show sense and agree on something useful like the Green Hawk suggestion.

Tillman spoke..confidently despite the feeling of stares from every corner of the room..

"I must agree with the Green Hawk and Wagdian delegates...fighting wars with every terrorist supporting state would prove to be too costly...in both lives and equipment..While I believe exposing rouge states is a good measure I am certain there will be instances where the state doesn't care if it is known to sponsor terrorism..

In which case I believe we should give the IATC some teeth if you will, By that I mean we should impose trade restrictions...alert arms dealers to their terrorist support..freeze accounts, use our sway to get other nations to cease trade relations..basically isolate the rouge states from the world until they are ready to work something out..and lastly consider the use of military action in extreme circumstances for example if the rouge state for instance has nuclear weapons we can not allow that threat to remain in place."

General Brown raised an eyebrow at the emphasis on pleasure, perhaps it was just an accent, perhaps it was something being implied, perhaps it was a million things. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well. I havn't heard of Sparklesun before. Wherabouts is it located?"

Two loud claps got his attention, the conference had begun. He listend to the opening speech and to the first suggestion made. Standing, he cleared his throat and spoke, "I third that motion. Together I beleive it is possible for our nations to be able to work together and hunt down those who secretly support terrorism. Perhaps, we could further enforce this by encouraging sanctions against such states by the world at large. Any specific incidents I beleive would be able to be handled by our coalition."
He looked around the room for any affirmation to his statement, "Of course there is not much we can do to stop them from once again reverting to thier old ways without physically intervening."

'thats true' Zsara said,
'I am very sure our nations could help eachother....very sure of it in fact' she said smiling.

"Good." smiled the President. "We are agreed on the proposal that the primary methods of combating terrorist-sponsoring states will begin with work by our intelligence services to expose their activities, followed by economic and diplomatic pressure, and finally military action, in extreme circumstances, yes? If this is acceptable, we shall also define the circumstances in which military action is necessary. I agree that this should of course be a last resort after peaceable methods are exhausted, and military action must be considered on a case-by-case basis. Minister Tillman raises a good point, and the posession of nuclear weapons or other weapons of mass destruction would be a good place to start for a general definition, however." The President grudgingly conceded to the Gatawan Foreign Minister. "Now, if there are no problems with our given definition of terrorism and general cooperation..."

The prefabricated checkpoint at the end of Fitzgerald Avenue, where the road crossed from the Sayenna CBD into the Government Quarter, was today manned by three military police Civil Guards. They had drawn, in their opinion, one of the most boring jobs in the service, and one was sleepily standing outside the small booth in front of the toll gate whilst the others played cards on a folding table inside. A green-grey Ural truck pulled off the bustling intersection full of civilian traffic onto the deserted avenue, closed for the duration of the conference, and stopped in front ot the boom gate and row of iron spikes in the road. The driver, a Hamilayan Army soldier, wound his window down, wordlessly sighed and rolled his eyes, handing over his identification card.

"All right, what have you got here?" mumbled the sentry outside, one Eugene Ashcroft, Private First Class.
"Honestly, I don't know. All I do is drive. Food or something for the guys stationed in the square. You can check the back if you like."

PFC Ashcroft duly did so, walking around to the back of the truck and pulling back the cloth covering the cargo compartment. Wooden crates. He returned to the security booth, with a shrug to the truck's driver, as if to say "What else can I do?", took a crowbar from a cupboard and popped open the lid of one of the crates, to reveal stacked bottles of wine. Ashcroft smirked and picked one up, gingerly placing it on the ground behind the truck.

"Sorry, but I'm going to have to call it in. I can't look through all your crates, and I haven't heard anything about a wine delivery scheduled," he said to the driver, who turned the truck's key, switching off the humming engine, and leaned back in his seat, putting his feet on the dashboard. The sentry returned to the booth for the second time to use the phone, drawing angry looks from his companions at being disturbed.
"This is PFC Ashcroft at checkpoint three. I have an unscheduled delivery here. One Ural truck, carrying wine, driver checks out. Please advise."
"Sorry about that, Private. You know how it is. You have authorization to let it through."

The driver saw the sentry put down the phone and press a button inside the booth, causing the gate to raise and the spikes in the road to retract. The man turned and waved for him to proceed, and he duly did so. In a minute he was in Freedom Square, where two dozen soldiers and a Nakil 1A1 tank were on duty. The truck pulled up at the end of the cul-de-sac passing in front of the Palace, and he jumped out and began to haul crates out from the back of the truck, placing them on the grass. A voice shortly stopped him.
"Hey! You can't do that here! Restricted area!"
"Oh, really? Where am I supposed to go?" he replied innocently. The shouter, a man in captain's uniform, apparently the ranking officer, softened his tone.
"You're going to have to go around back and unload your stuff in the Palace delivery dock so we can get it checked over. We can't allow you to stop in the square here, you're blocking traffic. Move on, move on."
The driver returned to his truck, turned the key and drove off. The captain returned to the centre of the square, pacing around.

For now, none of the soldiers on guard duty noticed the one lone wooden crate still sitting on the grass, partially concealed by a shrub.

OOC: Our terrorists seem to have disappeared, so I'm taking over as I had originally sort of planned to. There won't be anything major, they're not going to get into the conference anyway.

OOC: Sorry for the absence, Hamilay... you have a TG explaining it... I can pick up where you left off if you'd like.

OOC: Wow, impressive timing. :p Well, good to see you back. By all means feel free to pick it up from there. I'm good with your plan.

Palace, Government Quarter

Nathan smiled as he drove the truck around to the back. The Captain didn't know that he had just made things easier for them, even if he had speed up their schedule a little. Behind all those stacks of boxes were six Pravus Ingruo members, dressed in Hamilay Army uniforms, ready to pile out as soon as Nathan gave the signal. Each crate was loaded with provisions, like Nathan had said, but inside two of each provision in the box, there was C4 plastic explosive. The guards never would have found it unless they opened every piece of food they were transporting. John had thought of it, and they had all agreed it really was a foolproof plan.

Pulling into the back palace loading dock, Nathan quickly scanned the area. Three guards, looking even more bored than the ones at the checkpoint. He tapped his left foot on the floorboard three times, letting the men know in the back how many guards there were. Smiling he got out of the van.

"Greetings. I believe we have a shipment of wine for the conference to deliver." Nathan said as he stepped out of the van to the nearest soldier.

Building overlooking Freedom Square, including Fitzgerald Avenue
Range: 2,100 feet (approx. 700 m)

Moving quickly but quietly, John and his team of five snipers moved up to their positions at the top of the building. All were dressed in complete black from head to foot, and three were armed with .50 caliber sniper rifles, flash and sound suppressed with 20x night vision scopes. The fourth man was armed with a FGM-148 "Javelin" anti-tank missile launcher, and the fifth man carried the same sniper rifle as the rest, but also carried extra batteries and missiles for the Javelin. John looked down at the Fitzgerald Avenue checkpoint and smiled as he saw the truck go through. Perfect, he thought.

He continued watching as the truck pulled in front of the palace as it was supposed to, and Nathan get out and start unloading boxes. Unfortunately, he was only able to get one out and placed before being stopped and told to drive around. John frowned. The C4 in those boxes were meant to take out most of the soldiers in front of the palace... now the snipers would have that duty instead of watching for reserve soldiers. Still, the plus side was that now they had more C4 to place against the underground columns in the back. John smiled again and tapped his mic in his ear.

"Bird Watch... sight the birds."

Tillman sat calmly a slight grin on his face..he could tell the President disliked having to agree with him..and this only caused his arrogant persona to grow even further..as if having a wall of bodyguards didn't do that for him already.

OOC: whacked together a map (http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e267/Flaw3dLegacy/palace.jpg) of the Palace this afternoon.

"It would seem obvious to me." said Lord Brown, "That any terror attacks should be responded too imediatly and with decisive action to prove that we are not afraid of them. Secondly, I think that what would constitute use of armed force would be a large military build up in terror freindly nations once we idnetify them, or a continued disregard for our actions."

OOC: Hamilay, I'm going to continue with the Maintenance Wing stuff like I told you in the TG... you haven't responded, so yeah... If you want me to delete this later because you had something else in mind, I will.

IC:
Maintenance Wing, Palace

Smiling at the three soldiers congenially as he walked around to the back of the truck, Nathan pulled open the back and allowed the soldiers to see the stacks of crates, all, supposedly, filled with wine. The three soldiers eagerly moved forward and each opened a crate, smiling and laughing as they each took out a bottle and held it up. Slowly, Nathan stepped behind them and drew a small, five shot pistol, silenced for effect. He aimed at the man on the far left and pulled the trigger.

Less than five seconds later, all three troops were laying on the ground, dead, broken glass and dark red win mixing with the blood starting to flow from under the bodies. He tapped the edge of the truck in an intricate rhythm and slowly some boxes from the back started to move. The six Pravus Ingruo troops, dressed in Hamilay army uniforms, climbed over the boxes and jumped out onto the floor, making sure to not get any of the wine or blood on their spotless boots.

"Alright, listen up. You two," He pointed to two of the soldiers, "Guard the door. Make sure no one comes through there alive. Try to keep it quiet though." The troops nodded and jogged to the loading dock door, making sure to keep it covered at all times.

"You," He pointed to another soldier, "Find some cover and make sure no one crashes our party from behind. And the rest of us..." He pointed to the other two soldiers and himself, "We get to unload these boxes and put them up against all these support pillars. Move."

Fifteen minutes later, the job was complete. Stacks of boxes were pressed up against the support pillars of the underground loading dock, all except for one, which was still in the back of the truck. That was their insurance box, in case they were being chased on the way out. For now, Nathan closed the back of the truck, leaving it unlocked for easy entry later. He smiled as he cocked his rifle.

"Let's go boys, we have a party to crash." He smiled as they jogged towards the door.

As per standard protocol for high-security installations in Hamilay such as the Palace in Sayenna, every patrolling unit must check off their status each ten minutes, done by a simple click of a button on a microphone and the speaking of a short code, but, more importantly, it was voice-recognised by the computer which recorded each and every one of these status reports. None of three Hamilayan soldiers lying in a bloody mess on the floor of one of the garages in the South maintanence wing of the Palace would ever speak a word again, and a short time later a computer in the bowels deep within the Palace somewhere noted this, directing it to a console in the North Wing, where it was brought to the attention of the Colonel on security watch by a technician. Colonel Anderson was not unduly worried by this small blip in the smooth running of surveillance, since as an officer of Republican Elite Corps Guards, he held a professional scepticism of the abilities of regular army troops, three of which had now gotten drunk somewhere and fallen asleep, he supposed.

Which wasn't too far from the truth.

Anderson sighed and picked up a microphone. It was probably nothing, but it never hurt to be careful.

"Unit Three-Seven-Sierra, report in."

Silence.

"Unit Three-Seven Sierra, I repeat, this is Command. We require a status update. Do you read me?"

The silence remained. Colonel Anderson sighed and flicked a switch on the control board.

"This is Command to unit One-Four Bravo, what's your location?"
"Command, this patrol is now proceeding through the Garden Hall, coming up ten metres to the south auxiliary entrance."
"Okay, you're reasonably close. One-Four Bravo, we have a minor problem from Three-Seven Sierra, a code Six to be exact. Probably nothing, but could you head over to garage number four and see what they're up to?"
"Affirmative, Command, on our way."

Unit 14-B, actually a pair of soldiers, turned left at the end of the Garden Hall, a long corridor on the Palace ground floor with large, expansive windows overlooking the gardens, and halted in front of a double wood-panelled door. The two Elite Guards were dressed in black body armour and full-face helmets with reflective visors, the intimidating signature uniform of the foremost and most unique Corps of the Hamilayan Army, assigned to guard important landmarks and government buildings, although for the IATCC their numbers had been bolstered by regular soldiers, which had proved detrimental for three already. The first soldier, with one hand ungloved, pressed an index finger against a small scanner, and the second clicked open the now-unlocked door. They saluted the six disguised Pravus Ingruo terrorists as they walked by, and moved to open another door, but they stopped when from around the corner an officer in white lieutenant's dress uniform, who happened to be wearing dark sunglasses, appeared.

"No need to worry, it's all been checked out. You're dismissed."
"Excuse me, sir? I have orders from Command-"
"I've checked garage 4 a few minutes ago, they're all fine, although snoring loudly. Go on, get back to patrol. That's an order."

The two guards trotted off down the corridor in the direction the lieutenant had come from wordlessly, disappearing out of sight. The lieutenant walked up past the Pravus Ingruo group, with his hands above his head. He pressed his finger against the fingerprint scanner, the door into the palace proper clicking open once more. Then he turned and pulled a passcard from his pocket, passing it to Nathan. The officer glanced around furtively, checking for listeners, then spoke under his breath.
"Today's code is one-C-nine-F. Here, take this. I'm sure you'll find it useful."
The item in question was a mobile phone, which appeared from the lieutenant's other pocket.
"The caller will be Three. This is his or her call sign, which you must use at all times. If you are wondering why this is relevant to you, let's just say Three has its ways of accessing information, especially on Palace security, such as, say, patrol movements. I must be off. Good luck."

OOC: No problems with giving the lieutenant and some others prior knowledge of your activities, assuming these are disgruntled officers in question?

Wow, that actually took a long time. Sorry, no conference proper continuation today.

Palace

The other agents looked at Nathan as he accepted the cell phone from the Lieutenant. He nodded thanks and watched as the Lieutenant disappeared down the hallway. When greeted with quizzical looks when he turned back around, he smiled congenially.

"Some things are better not known. Move along." The troops nodded and started walking towards the main audience chamber where the conference was taking place. Nathan walked with them, dialing the cell phone the Lieutenant had given him and smiling as it rang. When it picked up, Nathan spoke without waiting for an answer.

"Three, Nathan. I need the door to Garage Four locked, both inside and outside, until I say it opened. I need to know of any patrols coming our way who might give us trouble... and I need to have the doors to the conference room unlocked. This is going to be popping in, crashing, and getting out. Do you think you can do that, over?"

Overlooking Freedom Square and Fitzgerald Avenue

On the rooftops, the troops were getting antsy. Especially the ones with the Javelin. John knew he probably shouldn't have given their most powerful weapon to the guys with the itchiest trigger fingers, but he couldn't change it now. A quick double click came over the microphone in his ear. John smiled and keyed his own mic.

"Bird Watchers, be advised. The chickadees are in the birdhouse. Repeat, chickadees are in the birdhouse, moving to get some seed. They have met Momma Bird. Phase Two started."

Bumpity

"Nathan. I cannot seal any doors in the palace completely without activating the full security lockdown, and I imagine you don't wish to do that," a voice on the other end of the phone spoke dryly. Said voice was male, cool, middle-aged and with a clipped, refined accent. "I will increase the clearance on the doors to the garage to level two. People will still be able to open it with the proper codes, but it is very unlikely anyone with level two access will be wandering around in the maintanence wing. Now, patrols. Give me one moment.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the voice returned again.
"You are clear most of the way, as I have diverted some without arousing too much suspicion. If you do meet any patrols, the ID you have been given should smooth things over. However, the entrance hall as well as the Meeting Hall itself may be a problem. There are four sentries outside the conference room doors, who will have to be neutralised, but they will be told to expect your arrival so you may retain surprise. Inside the conference room itself there are sentries beside the door and on the stage. I do not know how many. The sentries beside the door are the most immediate threat, but you will be at point-blank range once you exit and they will be facing the stage. You will exit amongst the delegates and should be able to cause some havoc before the sentries on stage respond. I cannot unlock the door for you as of yet, but I will do so once you reach the conference room. Call me then. If you find any locked doors in your way, the passcard should suffice, but if not, call me and I will see what I can do."

The line went dead.

In the Meeting Hall, the President resumed his speech. "Agreed, acts terrorism must be responded to with force, but the most immediate use will be on a small tactical scale, with JCTF units. Now, to the organization of the JCTF itself. Those who sent representatives to 210th will have alreaeady discussed this, but the proposal here is to base the force in Hamilay, as well as its own intelligence division, and have small units based in each of the other nations. All units would consist of about half nationals of their home base and half foreigners. Each unit is part of the same organization, not answerable to the command branches of any of our militaries. They would all be obliged to aid their comrades in event of crisis. All combined units would make up approximately a battalion. To return to the issue of military force against terrorist-sponsoring states, what would the delegates present think of a second part to the JCTF, with a conventional military force of perhaps corps strength to form the vanguard of any such operations?"

Palace

Nathan slipped the phone into one of his pockets. He unzipped his driver's jacket ever so slightly, giving him easier access to the two pistols in shoulder holsters underneath it. He walked in between the six guards. They all looked casual, though the troops had their rifles at alert position, just like they would on patrol.

On the way, they only passed one other patrol, who gave them an odd look for being such a large group, the other patrol only had three troops in it, but they were all wearing the same uniforms so no problems arose.

In minutes, they reached the outer doors to the conference room. Stopping the soldiers and making sure that no one else was around, Nathan spoke in a low voice. "You two, silencers on. The rest of you, make sure their silenced guns aren't seen. There are four sentries outside the doors, according to our contact. You take the ones on the left, you take the ones on the right. I'll be right in between them, and can take them out from close range should the need arise. Keyword for you to come out and start shooting is 'President's speech'." The troops nodded and started affixing silencers to their rifles.

Slowly, Nathan approached the four sentries. "Greetings, comrades." He said, holding out his identification badge. "How is the President's speech going?" He made sure to be standing directly in between the sentries as two agents leaned out from behind the corner and started firing. Both sentries nearest to the corner dropped in a hail of bullets. The two back ones both raised their rifles to fire, but the agents ducked back before shots could be fired. The sentries started to advance towards the corner when Nathan pulled out his pistols from behind them and quickly shot both in the back of the head.

"Move." Nathan whispered as he started dragging the sentries back towards the door where they could hide them. "Hide the bodies the best you can, and then set up like sentries while our contact opens up the doors. There will sentries just on either side of the door, as well as some on stage. The plan is open, shoot the doorside sentries, fire on the stage as we step in quickly, toss some grenades, fire into the crowd, and get out. If you can hit the President, great. If you can't, don't worry about it. As we retreat, we will use dispersion pattern Alpha with fire pattern Charlie. Roger that?" His agents nodded and Nathan helped them hide the bodies behind some large potted plants. They wouldn't stay hidden forever, but they only needed to be for another few seconds.

Nathan grabbed his mic and triple clicked it before calling Three. "Three, Nathan. Sentries outside disposed of. We need that key to the door now." He said facing the doors and getting ready for the hardest part of this mission.

Overlook

John heard the triple click and he smiled. "Phase Three started girls and boys. Now the fireworks begin."

"All right. One moment."

There was a tapping of keys from the other end of the phone line and then a series of loud clicks and whirrs sounded from the large wooden doors, obviously bolts and the like moving back.

"Doors are unsealed. You'll need to use the ID card on the scanner to your right. Once you start firing red alert will begin almost instantly. I will make sure the doors along your exit route are not sealed upon alert, but all the same, you will need to get out ASAP to avoid security. This line stays closed from now on. Good luck."

Four kilometres away in the Ministry of Defence, 'Three' hung up the phone. Well, that was it. In about thirty seconds it would hit the fan, and there was little more he could do. Time to go. He walked briskly through the corridors of the Ministry, still trying to look as calm as possible.

A few minutes later, a personal UH-15 Rogue helicopter, a luxury generally restricted to two-stars and above, took off from the heliport adjacent to the Ministry. The Rogue had been sitting there fuelled and ready for takeoff for some time, puzzling the maintanence staff. Some watched it as the aircraft turned north, moving at full speed and rapidly disappearing from sight.

In the passenger seat of the chopper, 'Three' remained tense. The issue here was clearing the coast, and its anti-aircraft batteries, before the DSS put two and two together and sent out orders for his arrest and interrogation. If he could manage that, he would be in the clear, and a contented man in his retirement, both with the satisfaction of a final blow against the Federal Republic and the ten million Hamilayan Dollars now in a secure Chernaya bank account.

He'd never visited Valence, now capital of the Hamilayan Empire, but regardless, he imagined that ten million $HmD would allow a passable lifestyle in most places in the world.

Just outside the Conference Room

Nathan hung up the phone and pocketed it. "Alright, we'll go over this one last time." He said, checking his pistols. "I open the door, take out the guards just inside. One and Two, you have stage responsibility. Guards first, president second. Three, lob a couple flashbangs into the center of the room. Four, Five, and Six, grenade duty. At least two each before you start firing. Simply spray the room. We're in and out in no more than fifteen seconds. Clear?" The soldiers nodded.

Slowly, Nathan walked over to the ID scanner. Swiping the ID he had been given, the doors started to open. Pulling both pistols out and holding them sideways he fired a half clip at each sentry beside the door. They both fell.

Nathan swung his arms forward and started firing into the room, crouching to the side to reload. By that point, One and Two had started firing their rifles at the stage, two round bursts peppering the surface.

"Bangs out!" Yelled Three, and Nathan averted his eyes. He heard a double bang from the center of the room and began firing again as Four, Five and Six used the cover fire from the other four to toss grenades. Nathan aimed at some guards along the far wall, firing eight shots at them before spraying the crowd with the rest of his clips. The grenades, all ten of them, started to detonate in quick succession as a bullet zipped so close to Nathan's head he heard the crack of a miniature sonic boom.

"Time to leave, soldiers!" Nathan yelled. "Alpha by Charlie, move move move!" The agents fired their last shots into the room and then started running back the way they came. Nathan was at the center of the group. Three agents watched their route back, spreading out and covering the hallway with overlapping fields of fire, while three watched their back, using an "Indian Line", having one set up to watch, the other two move back, get the next spot, the one runs and goes to the next spot, and so on.

Nathan was breathing hard as they ran, but he still managed to click his mic four times.

Buildings

"Look sharp, boys and girls. Mama is coming to Papa." He smiled and sighted the troops as alarms began to sound all around the Palace.

The President was still speaking when the doors swung open and a Hamilayan Army soldier, of all things, walked in. The two sentries spun to face him, but the President and all assembled watched in shock as two pistols appeared in his hands and the sentries dropped to the ground. Chaos duly ensued. Every Hamilayan soldier in the room drew their weapon and started firing, whilst the President stood rooted to the spot, in stunned silence. He was knocked over by the blinding flash of an explosion, staggering to his feet a few seconds later, his ears ringing, to see grenades going off throughout the room.

The wail of sirens began, but the doors weren't closing. They should be closing, he vaguely remembered. Suddenly there was a loud thwack and a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and he swore and hurriedly took cover behind the podium to examine it.

The President of Hamilay had never been shot at before. He'd been in the Guards, but never saw actual combat, and in the Civil War had seen his soldiers fight and die against the Imperial troops, but was never under any threat of death there, as he was too valuable a prisoner. He'd narrowly avoided being blown up, but that was... impersonal. This was clearly different. At best these bastards didn't care who they killed, at worst they were gunning for him personally.

His eyes hardened and he got to his feet, drawing an FN Five-seveN pistol. Something in the President of the Federal Republic of Hamilay snapped, and he stood up behind the podium, firing with the rest of the guards who were streaming into the room. Abruptly there were no targets to fire at, having all retreated. The sounds of gunfire were still loud, and the President ran up the stairs, his pistol raised, the soldierly instinct in him taking over. The dozen guards who had arrived from backstage watched with alarm, exchanging oh, shit glances and then deciding to follow him. Two grabbed him at the doors and pulled him back by his suit collar.

"Mr President, with all due respect, you cannot possibly be allowed to pursue the enemy. Stay here. We'll handle this."

The President blinked and shook his head, grinning sheepishly. "What? What was... oh. Right. Sorry, soldier. Guess I just lost it there for a moment."

Back in the Meeting Hall, medical personnel and yet more guards were streaming in, collecting the wounded on the ground. Screams filled the air, and they were worse than the flash-bangs or gunshots had ever been. A dozen soldiers and government workers were, after a cursory inspection, left ignored by the medics. The doors slid shut and locked. A military officer entered and looked, as most did, in shock at the disaster before him, then shook it off and stepped up to the podium.

"Assembled delegates, I sincerely apologise for this... incident. If you will follow me, we must get to a secure location."

The officer led the President and foreign delegates backstage, out into one of the palace corridors. More guards joined them on the way, forming a human wall in front and behind. After a few minutes of walking, he opened a large steel door, and the decor of the palace quickly changed, to a military command centre, one obviously on high alert. The doors slid closed again and the officer left the delegates' small party, with the President following, and strode over to another CO, apparently in charge.

"Colonel, you know the situation. Unidentified hostiles managed to breach all the way to the centre of the Palace itself. This is an international relations disaster! We have clearly had an appalling security leak. Find it. Now. MIU will be arriving shortly."

The colonel paled at the other's angry tone, and even more so at the mention of MIU.

"Yes, sir, Major-General sir!."

Back in the Palace, all assembled guards, perhaps fifty of them, hurried with full speed towards the sounds of gunfire from the Pravrus Ingruo attackers. The first to reach them ducked back to avoid a burst of rounds, then noted that they were retreating in an orderly manner, clearly professionals. But then, they had to be, to get so far in in the first place. He took out his radio.

"Attention, hostiles are retreating towards the south wing. Be advised, we have hostiles heading south, possible escape vehicle there. All units, be on alert."

Zsara heard the gunfire, she hoped her fate would not be the same as her familys, she cut her head on some glass, she laid there in pain under the table, she couldnt speak, or see properly....

The doors opened in the conference room, it didn't seem a big deal to Logan at first, more latecomers to the meeting most likely; he continued to speak but realized that everyone's eyes were rivitted to the doorway.

Gun shots...

Chaos, the orderly peace of the room was broken by an attack, Hamilayan soldiers opened fire on the attackers and Logan was already joining them. He shoved Zsara too the ground and drew his Argonaut (OOC: It was never mentioned he could not carry a weapon, if there is a probelm I'll change the post). He flipped the safety and stood up, quickly aquiring the man in the middle and squeezing off a single round, the .357 APDS (Armor Piercing Discarding Sabbot Round) could fire through almost any type of body armor at 35 meters, at this range it would travel right through a man. He missed his first target but was already fireing at another, unloading as quickly as he could, 5, 6 ,7 3 rounds smashed into one of the men as he prepared to throw a grenade, it rolled off and exploded somewhere away from the attackers. Round ten passed at an angle straight through the wall and struck one fo the gunmen in the side. Logan dropped from his crouch onto his side, striking broken glass and cutting his dress uniform open a little bit, he grabbed for another magazine and reloaded.

Zsara opened one eye and saw the man who was sitting next to her, firing at the hostiles. She smiled as she knew he had saved her life, her legs and arms were covered in blood from glass and metal, she started sobbing, she knew she was probably going to die....

As abrubtly as it has started the gunfight was over... the way gunfights tended to go. He lifted himself up and peaked over the seats, no more living gunmen were to be seen other than soldiers. The response was amazing, medical personell and extra soldiers came streaming in seconds later, some of the guards had to all but drag the president away from chasing the attackers, a mild gunshot wound was apparent on the man; he had just earned Logan's undying respect. QUickly checking himself over now, Logan made sure he wasn't one of the wounded, h'd been shot several times in the line of duty, it was how he learned his appelation. One more bullet may go unnoticed by him if he wasn't careful.
Zsara was next, she was bleeding from several cuts, and she was starting to sob. "Hey... you'll be ok lady."
Logan tore some of the fabric off his suit and used it to wipe some of the blood off of her face and out of her eyes, the cut looked worse than it was. She seemed like she was going to be fine, "All looks mild m'am. Come on, lets go with the others." he said as he put his gun away, "The medical teams can look at you there.

she smiled and stumbled to get up, she went with him to the medical team.
'please come and see me later, you saved my life....I owe you' she said

Morris hadn't even notice the doors open, but when he heard gun shots he turned his attention to the doors. Bad idea as he became blind and temporary deaf. He staggered as he fell to the ground. After some moments his senses finally came back. Unfortunately the gunmen were gone as Morris had drawn his compact USP pistol. Well, at least the guards will get them. I hope. He looked around as he saw other people. Some had drawn weapons and others were just scared as shit. Morris got up and blinked several times. His eyes were oddly enough blurry and he had a hard time seeing where he was going. He also felt very cold and very weak.


"Assembled delegates, I sincerely apologise for this... incident. If you will follow me, we must get to a secure location."



Lets not argue with the man Morris. He thought to himself as he got up and followed the man. He felt an odd pain on his back. He put his hand on his back to check for anything like a gun shot wound. When he put his hand in front of his face and saw that his hand was covered with blood. A lot of blood. Shit. Was his final thought as he collapsed onto the floor bleeding. He wasn't dead. Yet. He just fainted from lack of blood. He had several gun wounds on his back and one on his arm. All of them were crimson red with blood.

OOC: SaintB, I'm sorry, but that is an obvious godmode, and I will be ignoring most of it. In a confined space such as the conference room, the dual flashbangs that were tossed in would have at least temporarily blinded and stunned nearly everyone in the chamber. There is no way your person could have escaped ALL disorientation, pulled his weapon, fired seven shots, and hit one of my guys three times.

First of all, I will decide who of my men gets hit and how many times they get hit. Everything that happened in my post was worked out with Hamilay beforehand. Second, the stress of the situation would severely lower someone's accuracy in such a situation, unless you were privy to information that no one else had beforehand.

So, in short, almost completely IGNORED.

My IC post will come later.

OOC: Per my previous post, I am ignoring SaintB's post in essence.

IC:

Palace, South Wing

No troops appeared at first as Nathan and his team ran back towards their truck. A bold plan it had been, but, so far, it had gone off without a hitch. One and Five had each taken a single bullet, One to his left hand and Five to his hip, but they continued to move, though Six was helping Five along. Their radios crackled as they continued running.

"Attention, hostiles are retreating towards the south wing. Be advised, we have hostiles heading south, possible escape vehicle there. All units, be on alert."

"So they aren't completely dense after all, are they, gents?" Nathan cracked as they continued hastily towards the loading dock. They rounded the final corner and Four immediately started pulling on the door. It refused to budge.

"Come on, you Hamilayan piece of shit, come on!" Four yelled, kicking at the door and pulling out his rifle.

"No!" Nathan shouted, pulling up next to him. "We can't afford to waste the bullets." He swiped the card and the door unlocked. Whoever's card this was, it had very high clearance levels. The team rushed into the garage, rifles sweeping left and right, making sure their path was clear. They pulled themselves into the van, Six pushing Five into the passenger seat and strapping him in. The man had lost blood, and half his right hip was gone and he needed morphine and a medic on the double. Nathan jumped into the driver's seat and grabbed Five's rifle as the rest of his team stowed away in the back. "Ready?" He shouted.

"Roger." Came the reply.

"Charges armed." Nathan said again, keeping an eye on the door through which they had come.

"Armed."

"Time to get this show on the road." Nathan said and pressed the pedal to the floor as his tires spun and the smell of burnt rubber filled the underground loading dock. Whipping the wheel around, he headed for the entrance, catching Hamilayan guards pouring through the door out of the corner of his eye. As soon as the van cleared the outer wall, he issued a one word command.

"Fire." Blast of smoke and fire rocked the garage behind them as the stacks of C4 exploded against the support pillars. Nathan didn't check his rearview mirror to view the destruction, he had more important things ahead of him. He keyed his radio again.

"Mama to Papa, if the Big Bad Wolf is out there, you'd better be quick."

Buildings

John listened to the radio transmissions from his team and grimaced. This was the most dangerous part of the plan. Too many invariables, too many things could go wrong. He sighed.

"Javs, be ready." He called to the two agents operating the Javelin anti-tank weapon. A single click came back on the mic. John started sweating as more alarms sounded and the tank started to move towards the south access road. "Damnit." He swore. If that tank moved much closer, they'd have to show their hand early. Where the hell was Nathan and that truck. Suddenly, a rumble shook the south wing and his radio clicked.

"Mama to Papa, if the Big Bad Wolf is out there, you'd better be quick."

"Javs, take the Big Bad Wolf down. Snipers, open fire!" John had no worries about their radio frequency being decoded now. It was too late to do anything about it. The Javelin missile rocketed out of it's tube and plunged down at an upward angle on the tank. As soon as the missile was away, the operators moved. Their weapon was the only one easily seen.

The other snipers... not so much.

Their sound and flash-suppressed rifles opened up on the troops in the square, ready to protect their comrades in the van.

OOC: SaintB, I'm sorry, but that is an obvious godmode, and I will be ignoring most of it. In a confined space such as the conference room, the dual flashbangs that were tossed in would have at least temporarily blinded and stunned nearly everyone in the chamber. There is no way your person could have escaped ALL disorientation, pulled his weapon, fired seven shots, and hit one of my guys three times.

First of all, I will decide who of my men gets hit and how many times they get hit. Everything that happened in my post was worked out with Hamilay beforehand. Second, the stress of the situation would severely lower someone's accuracy in such a situation, unless you were privy to information that no one else had beforehand.

So, in short, almost completely IGNORED.

My IC post will come later.

OOC: I missed the flashbang note, you could have simply asked me to rewrite my post like I said I would if any problems arose from it rather than call me a godmoder and be rude. I was rushed, you could have TG'd me and said "Hey you messed up" or "Hey could you change this little bit here." Or even said so in a post instead of name calling and nit picking. I'd have been happy to oblige. As it was I had time to browse all the posts and get an idea of what was going down, I missed the flashbangs, caught the gunfire, and didn't think you'd have a problem with one or two minor characters being wounded. I can still change the post to something that will be more satisfactory, and would do so any time I asked. I have admind more than one RP site and can smooth out problems. I'm more used to the rules set from the site I currently admin where supporting characters are safe to use as cannon fodder; havn't had much combat exprience here on NS.

Presidential Palace, Guards Wing

As the Green Hawk delegate dropped to the floor, the medical personnel standing around were already rushing to grab him. They were too slow, though, and he hit the floor with a thud. One medic lifted him up and winced when he noticed the wounds on his back.

"Sir, this man needs a trauma room stat. How did we miss that? He should be with the rest of the heavily wounded."

The President ran up and interjected.

"Never mind that now, we can't let him die on us. Major-General, is the helicopter still out back?"

"It's not equipped for MEDEVAC, it's just a regular Rogue. It'll have to do, though. Mackay! Williams! Get Mr Morris out to the helipad right now, with any other wounded who need it. Tell the Ministry that a load of casualties will be arriving at the military hospital in five, and that they need immediate attention. In fact, Mr President, you should really go with them too, you're bleeding."

Mackay and Williams lifted the unconscious Morris onto a waiting stretcher and exited the room. The Major-General pointed to the President's shoulder, where blood was showing through the dressing hastily slapped on it at some point, but the President shook his head.

"Oh, please, it's just a fleshwound. I'll be fine."

The medic who had inspected Morris came over and pulled off the bandages, causing the President to wince. Surprisingly, he noted, it was just a fleshwound, and not just bravado. Well, maybe a bit of that too.

"The President's right, sir, it's just a fleshwound. He'll be okay."

The room was suddenly shaken by a series of explosions, causing all assembled to either stagger or fall to the floor, as well as swear loudly.

"What the hell was that?"

Freedom Square

The Nakil in the square, upon detecting an incoming missile, automatically activated its soft-kill active defence systems, briefly covering it in a cloud of smoke, but to no avail, as the shooter had an easy shot to the top of the tank, which was standing still to boot. The tank burst into flames, and a few seconds later the hatch popped open and three figures hurriedly bailed out, the third being dragged by one of his comrades. The sniper bullets immediately felled three troops standing in the square, and the rest tossed smoke grenades wildly, hurriedly running for cover behind the marble fountain as well as back up the slope to get behind the palace wall itself, the sniper fire steadily taking its toll. Some fired their XM8 rifles towards the buildings across the square, but to little avail.

The captain of the unit suddenly found himself catapulted from a nice, safe sentry duty- after all, who would attack a Nakil and a platoon of soldiers- to pinned down and taking fire from numerous unseen foes.

"This is Unit One, we are under attack! Repeat, we are under attack by unidentified hostiles, armed with heavy weapons! Our armour support has been neutralised and we are pinned down! I need backup now, damn it!"

Someone in the Ministry of Defence heard the call, and from the confused reports around explosions in the Maintanence Wing, it was definitely time for action, as well as some panic. A full brigade of mechanized troops had been standing by to respond to an 'incident' such as this, as well as half a dozen helicopter gunships. The Hamilayan reinforcements began to move immediately, converging on the square from east and west, but it was likely that there was ample time for one small van to disappear before the infantry fighting vehicles arrived, as well as the aircraft, which were stationed even further away.

Lindsay couldnt find anyone so she sat at the bar and waited for the bar man so she could ask about jobs.

OOC: My apologies for the length of time it took to respond. I missed the topic and that it my fault. It will not happen again.

IC:

John and his snipers rained death down on the troops in the square. The troops had been marching in groups of four or five, patrolling, and they had been easy targets. John himself had felled six confirmed in the first twenty seconds alone.

But time was turning against them. Nathan's van was burning rubber down the road towards the checkpoint, but they weren't moving fast enough for John's tastes.

"Javs, take out that guard post so Nathan can get through."

"Roger." Just getting ready to get off the roof, the Javelin team turned, leaned out over the side and fired a rocket at the guard booth, which exploded seconds before Nathan's van roared through the wreckage.

"Nice shot, Javs, go home." John said. The troops were starting to find cover now, behind some concrete barriers set up near the middle of the square, and the snipers were having a harder and harder time picking them off. They were even starting to return fire. Suddenly, John's mic crackled again.

"Sir, S-5 is hit, repeat, S-5 is hit. He took a ricochet into his shoulder."

"Damn." John swore. "Nathan, get that present out your rear and get the hell out of here. Detonator 1 and 3 armed." John had kept two of the three detonators. One was in the box planted in the square earlier, about ten feet behind the troops behind the concrete barriers. The other was to the box that rolled out the back of the van and into the middle of the crowded intersection, in the middle of dignitaries' limos, police cars, and civilians. Simultaneously, John pressed both buttons.

His night vision goggles polarized, but John still saw stars from the blasts that created miniature suns below. The dual blast shook the building and John smiled. It was certainly time to go home.

"Team, move out. That's enough havoc for one night."

OOC: Ah, you're back. Sorry for my own delay, too.

IC:

The parting gifts from the still-unidentified terrorists broke the remaining troops in the square and blasted twenty or thirty Civil Guard police and civilians to the ground in the intersection. The wail of sirens seemed to intensify, then. A few moments later two gunships appeared over the horizon from behind the Presidential Palace, firing rockets and cannon into the buildings across the square, but they were now empty. A UH-48 dropped behind the relative cover of the walls on the slope near the front of the Palace and unloaded another platoon of soldiers, who ran out to the square to assist their comrades first. A column of infantry fighting vehicles also trundled down the southern road, agonisingly slowly, discharging yet more troops around the palace perimeter.

At Sayenna International Airport, the news of the chaos in the Government District arrived, and the various intelligence departments of the Federal Republic were extremely annoyed. The air traffic and administration officials immediately grounded all civilian aircraft, much to the chagrin of the passengers, but that couldn't be helped. The Pravus Ingruo team now would have no escape route, ordinarily, but the Hamilayan Empire still retained some old and respectable values, even for terrorists in its employ, and they would look after their own.

The B-3 Nightrider stealth bomber was an impressive sight amongst the 747s and Airbuses on the tarmac. No one had bothered to question why it was there- it was presumably for the extra security around the conference. Not much one could do with a stealth bomber in the middle of their own city, but the orders had come from high up, and it wouldn't be the first time expensive and mostly useless pieces of military hardware had been brought in for domestic security. The colonel standing outside the aircraft checked his watch. It would be a tight fit with six others inside, but they'd make do. The passengers had better hurry, though, or he'd have to leave before the army and the Military Intelligence Unit tracked whatever route they were using to escape back to the airport and swarmed all over it, damn his orders.