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Cazelia is hosting a ball at the Hasley family mansion. it will start at 6:00 PM this is the schedule-

6:00- guests are picked up from airport
6:30- guests are introduced to the Hasley family and the President
7:00- dinner is served (all you can eat buffet)
8:00- the dance

after this guests are free to do what they wish.
the house features a bar, a buffet, a swimming pool, a hot tub, horse trails and helicopter tours.

OOC-this is one come all. and for those who have'nt heard or been to the Hatarian ball i am tring to re-create that because it was pretty fun

OOC:Is this serious? Or is it more casual? Like can I make dirty jokes type thing?

OOC:Is this serious? Or is it more casual? Like can I make dirty jokes type thing?

either actually

Major General Michael Freeman of the Urcean 2nd North American Army will attend the ball.

either actually

OOC:Ok

IC:

Empress Kristina Schraepl II and High Field MArschall Derrick Braun will attend the ball.

Captain Wall, leader of the Royal Guard, will attend the ball, as Lord Sumguy is booked for several international visits. There will be no guards attending, as the Captain is quite capable of defending himself.

Deputy Consul Iunctus Wellington, and his wife, Fulvia Wellington, will be attending, and escorted by three SIS agents.

Jesus Christ will attend on behalf of the Free Empire.

Jesus Christ will attend on behalf of the Free Empire.

OOC: You can't do that, he belongs to us!

OOC: No, your Jesus Christ is the one that comes at the end of time, mines the one that's already come.:D:rolleyes:

all delegates are accepted

OOC: No, your Jesus Christ is the one that comes at the end of time, mines the one that's already come.:D:rolleyes:

OOC: Say what now????

SHUUUUUUUN

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As we currently have claim to territory on your coast, we shall be attending to further relations with you.

Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron will be in attendance, with General Conrad Strom. 5 Members of the Imperial Guardsmen (1 Officer, 1 Driver, 3 Guards) will also be in attendance.

Official Statement from the Free Havenic Republic of Kahanistan
Office of the President

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President al-Omari regrets that he is unable to attend this event, and has requested that I attend in his place.

I will emphasize that this is not an "official" visit; it is merely an informal meeting from my government's perspective.

Signed,
Lt. Colonel Mara K. Fulton,
Director, Presidential Security

I wish to inform you that The Mapmaker, our Head of State, will be attending. He will be accompanied by Woppet, advisor.

Director of Foriegn Relations and Affairs
Leev Wans

Cathrine waited anxiously for the visitors to arrive. she had'nt had company for about a month now and she was getting bored "next flight from British Londinium landing now" said the traffic contol announcer. within 5 minutes the plane was at the terminal she looked towards the man and said "hello, and welcome to Cazelia"

Due to personal affairs, Prime Minister flower is unable to come. However, his chief of staff, Nadiah Younus would like to come.

your delegate is accepted.

"Dammit Kristina, we are almsot late for another one of these." Derrick (http://projekti.svarog.org/prva_svetovna_vojna/zivljenjepisi/Nemcija/rommel.jpg) said to the Empress (http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/LeylaMilani6.jpg) as they walked towards the airport terminal. They had taken a stealth modified Bn-X (http://img.timeinc.net/popsci/images/2006/09/blackairplanes_ss_4.jpg) jet to the airport and landed out of the way. Derrick simply loved to fly the plane.

"Im the Empress can take as long as I damn well want." She said back to him. "You may be my husband, but im still 5 months older than you."

"Well, I cant argue that, but lets hope we dont look stupid coming in like this." Derrick finished right as the couple opened the door to meet with Catherine.

"Dammit Kristina, we are almsot late for another one of these." Derrick (http://projekti.svarog.org/prva_svetovna_vojna/zivljenjepisi/Nemcija/rommel.jpg) said to the Empress (http://www.sepiamutiny.com/sepia/archives/LeylaMilani6.jpg) as they walked towards the airport terminal. They had taken a stealth modified Bn-X (http://img.timeinc.net/popsci/images/2006/09/blackairplanes_ss_4.jpg) jet to the airport and landed out of the way. Derrick simply loved to fly the plane.

"Im the Empress can take as long as I damn well want." She said back to him. "You may be my husband, but im still 5 months older than you."

"Well, I cant argue that, but lets hope we dont look stupid coming in like this." Derrick finished right as the couple opened the door to meet with Catherine.

"welcome to Cazelia!" said Cathrine "come with me, i'll show you to your limo" Cathrine directed them to a military pattern HMMWV "sorry about rhe vehicle, were in the middle of a war, and we need to keep our guest protected from small-arms fire" she said, opening the door. the driver tipped his helmet "g'day sirs, welcome to Cazelia. the ride may be a bit bumbt due to machine gun and RPG fire" Cathrine looked at the driver "keep them out of harms way, i'll meet up with you after the other guests arrive" then the HMMWV sped off towards the ball

"The ride is no problem." Derrick said getting in. He was used to being inside tanks all day, a more spacious viechle was a nice change.

"keep your heads down, this is a free fire zone" said the driver. 4 bullets rattled across the HMMWV but to no effect "i'd reccomend you sit in the back seats, there is no glass near there"

"keep your heads down, this is a free fire zone" said the driver. 4 bullets rattled across the HMMWV but to no effect "i'd reccomend you sit in the back seats, there is no glass near there"

"I think hes right Kristina, cant have you getting stratched up now can we?" Derrick said helping her into he back seat. "Kinda familar isnt it?" He asked her with a grin. She smacked him lightly on the chest and sat down properly.

"At least you die if you get hit by bullets, to me it just hurts like hell." She said.

"But you also dont age." Derrick said. "And you dont HAVE to eat, but there is that bloodscking thing..."

People in Kahanistan do not normally travel in luxury, not even diplomats or politicians. Mara Fulton was no exception; she arrived aboard a cheap passenger plane.

Mara was a tall, attractive woman in her late 20's or early 30's, with straight dark hair and gray eyes. She was very slim, probably little more than 100 pounds, but looked to be fit for her frame. She was wearing a relatively casual loose-fitting floral print dress that went to right above the knee and did not cover her left shoulder.

With her was a male officer who had arrived at the last moment, before she could send notice of her new arrangements. This was not considered a problem; at an all-you-can-eat buffet it was not like there would not be enough to go around, and from the look of Mara she didn't eat enough to fill a parakeet.

The officer with Mara was a skinny man about six feet tall and around 150 pounds. He was dressed in full combat gear and urban fatigues, but did not have his weapons with him. If anyone tried anything with him or Mara they would be swallowing their own teeth after he punched them in the mouth. He knew about six different martial arts because he had been in the Special Combat Service. This man's name was Richard Douglass, and he was a member of the Presidential Security Detachment like Mara.

People in Kahanistan do not normally travel in luxury, not even diplomats or politicians. Mara Fulton was no exception; she arrived aboard a cheap passenger plane.

Mara was a tall, attractive woman in her late 20's or early 30's, with straight dark hair and gray eyes. She was very slim, probably little more than 100 pounds, but looked to be fit for her frame. She was wearing a relatively casual loose-fitting floral print dress that went to right above the knee and did not cover her left shoulder.

With her was a male officer who had arrived at the last moment, before she could send notice of her new arrangements. This was not considered a problem; at an all-you-can-eat buffet it was not like there would not be enough to go around, and from the look of Mara she didn't eat enough to fill a parakeet.

The officer with Mara was a skinny man about six feet tall and around 150 pounds. He was dressed in full combat gear and urban fatigues, but did not have his weapons with him. If anyone tried anything with him or Mara they would be swallowing their own teeth after he punched them in the mouth. He knew about six different martial arts because he had been in the Special Combat Service. This man's name was Richard Douglass, and he was a member of the Presidential Security Detachment like Mara.

"welcome to Cazelia!" Cathrine said, gesturing for them to follow her. she walked over to a HMMWV and opened the door "i'm sorry about the transportation, Cazelia is a free fire zone, so we need all the protection we can get"

The Kahanistanians nodded. They were more than familiar with that kind of situation; they were veterans of the Freekish war which had seen much of Kahanistan in that situation or worse, and had narrowly escaped Doomani invaders by the skins of their teeth.

Richard opened the door for Mara and climbed in after her. "Maybe we should have brought our weapons and her combat gear," he said grimly. "I'm basically here to keep an eye out for her."

Mara nodded. "I'd like to contact my government to have my equipment sent over, but my cell phone can't get through out here," she said. "Of course, I can't dance dressed up like some super soldier, in gear that's half my weight."

The two officers kept their heads low so as not to be plastered by whoever the enemy was, mistaking them for Cazelian soldiers.

The President of Central Prestonia, Aaron H. Preston, and his wife Felicia Spencer-Preston would like to attend.

The two HSST's circled above the airport, before one began making approach. Designated under the cockpit as PAB002, this was the Cargo Variant (HSST-C1A), and was carrying the Chancelloress's cars for the evening.

Barronian extravagance was no unknown to many - stately houses, expensive cars, and fast jets were trademarks of a regime that, whilst it showed itself in luxury, did it's best to look after it's people.

As the crews arrived, 3 cars were removed from the rear of the plane: 2 4x4s, and a "pullman" limousine. They started, revving their engines, before proceeding to the front of the airport.

At this point, the second Barronian HSST, designated PAB001, the "Air Force One" of Barronia, was entering approach. Tyres screeched on landing, and the jet slowed down to taxi toward a ramp.

Exiting, the Chancelloress was already in her gown. She knew of the warzone happening in the south, and yet she came nonetheless. Afterall, if they owned part of the territory on the coast, it would only make sense to improve their relations - while they still could. The aircraft pilots were, however, on a direct link with the Commander of the Imperial Guards with them tonight - one word would mean that engines would be started and planes would be in the air as soon as everyone was aboard. The cars were expendable - the Chancelloress was not.

Corad was dressed in the usual for the weather - Long coat, down to the knees, covered with various medal-ribbons, underwhich was another jacket, more formally covered and with gold banding on the shoulder, covering a waistcoat...overdressed was what Barronia did, and Conrad better than most.

The Imperial Guardsmen looked edgy. None of them wanted to be out so far from home, least of all in a warzone. Nonetheless, they stood to attention, unwavering as explosions went in the distance.

"Presenting! The Right Honourable, Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron, of Pan-Arab Barronia!" Thus came the shout as the pair, flanked by the guards, entered the terminal.

OOC: Isn't it...unwise to be having all these foreign representatives in your nation whilst you're under attack? I may have no choice but to bomb the mansion...

Cathrine waited anxiously for the visitors to arrive. she had'nt had company for about a month now and she was getting bored "next flight from British Londinium landing now" said the traffic contol announcer. within 5 minutes the plane was at the terminal she looked towards the man and said "hello, and welcome to Cazelia"

The delegate, a young lieutenant in the army who had replaced the deputy Consul, pulled out an HK416 assault rifle and prompted opened fire on the Cazelian man.

The delegate, a young lieutenant in the army who had replaced the deputy Consul, pulled out an HK416 assault rifle and prompted opened fire on the Cazelian man.

OOC: Isn't Catherine a woman's name? Lol.

The Chancelloress stood shocked as the Londinian man opened fire.

"My God..."

"Move. Now. Code Alpha-Zulu. Engines Fire. Cars, to the jets. Move!"

The Chancelloress picked up her skirts and began making her way back to the jet, Conrad leading the way. The Imperial Guardsmen trained their rifles on the Londinian man, should he decide that someone else was due to die here today.

"Commander, cargo is aboard. Cars being loaded."
He pressed a switch near his ear.
"Roger that. We're peeling out."

The men began a trained manouevre - one pair would move back covered by the other, and vice versa. As soon as they were out the door, they ran back toward the aircraft, where the last of the Chancelloress's dress disappeared behind the curtain. The cars were finished loading by this point, and the jets taxied to the runway. If this was going to turn into a shooting match, Barronia sure as hell wasn't going to be a part of it.

OOC: Erm...she looked rather manly. :p

OOC: Erm...she looked rather manly. :p

OOC: Lol. And screw being around a firefight...we're outta there... :p just don't go shooting us down on the way out :D

"Look, we're terribly sorry about all this," the gunman shouted to the fleeing Barronians. "It's just that, you know, we're at war. We'll reimburse you for the inconvenience!"

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We must apologies for our lack of presence at the ball this evening, owing to events outside of our control.

To the Londinians:

We came knowing the condition between your nations, and acted accordingly. To be honest, we were expecting no less than for at least one person to die tonight.

Reimbursement will not be necessary - we knew full well of the possible events that may happen tonight - a pity they had to happen so soon.

Barronian International Affairs

OOC: Isn't it... unwise to be having all these foreign representatives in your nation whilst you're under attack? I may have no choice but to bomb the mansion...
[OOC: Bad idea. It's technically a civilian area, assuming there's no command and control infrastructure there, plus you risk conflict with the nations who do have representatives there.]

IC:

The Kahanistanians were used to being shot at. They had been shot at by Freeks, Kravenites and all sorts of terrorists during their careers. They were not, however, used to being shot at while on vacation, especially Mara, who out of uniform and without her weapons was indistinguishable from a civilian.

Captain Wall stepped off the plane that had brought him, and walked up to the guards. "My weapons include this Desert Eagle, an Uzi, and this sword." He said, pointing to a claymore-sized scabbard on his back. He knew that weapons were permitted, but thought it polite to declare them. He heard gunfire, and regretted not bringing a rifle.

The gunman began picking off airport employees next, careful to not catch those who didn't seem Cazelian.

"Die, motherfuckers, die!" he screamed with glee. He started to lose track of where his weapon fired, and shot himself square in the foot.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered. Now he was a liability, somebody who could be caught and captured. His last kill of the day would be himself.

The gunman began picking off airport employees next, careful to not catch those who didn't seem Cazelian.

"Die, motherfuckers, die!" he screamed with glee. He started to lose track of where his weapon fired, and shot himself square in the foot.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered. Now he was a liability, somebody who could be caught and captured. His last kill of the day would be himself.

OOC-you like to ruin RPs dont you?

IC-

12 airport security guards rushed the man, readying their weapons "freeze scumbag!" one yelled, readying his M-249 S.A.W "drop your gun and on your knees!"

OOC: He already killed himself.

Nadian arrived at the airport, escorted by three members of the New Brittonian Marine Corps. usually, she would not have guards, but this time there would be, because since the bombings the naioh was at a heightened security level.

Suddenly, shots pierced the air. One of the guards pushed the Chief of Staff on the floor yelling,
"Down!"
Another, armed with a Smith and Wesson revolver instead of the normal FAMAS carbine said in his earpiece,
"We have a code yellow, I repeat, a code yellow."

"Well, that's the last time I travel without a posse," Preston said to his wife. He had escaped unharmed thankfully, but was shocked at the gunman's boldness. As he looked around, he saw that other delegates had not been so lucky. "As soon as I get back to Hudson, I'm addressing British Londinium about this. Being in a war is one thing, it's quite another to carry out a Mafia-style hit at a formal ball." "Let's get out of here, honey," the First Lady said, a touch of fear in her voice. "I couldn't agree more," her husband replied. As they sped away in the armored Land Rover, Pres. Preston thought about what had just happened, and more importantly, what needed to be done. He wanted to hear British Londinium's justification for breaking up a formal function to carry out a hit.

OOC: I shot the Cazelian woman and some airline employees, no-one else.

Captain Wall stepped off the helicopter that had brought him, and walked up to the guards. "My weapons include this Desert Eagle, an Uzi, and this sword." He said, pointing to a claymore-sized scabbard on his back. He knew that weapons were permitted, but thought it polite to declare them. He walked inside to the sounds of gunfire, and regretted not bringing a rifle. He walked over to the food table, Uzi in his left hand in case anyone attacked him or an ally of the Empire, ignoring any looks of suspicion or surprise.

a bloodstained Cazelian guardsman walked over to him "welcome to Cazelia, Miss Cathrine will not be here tonight due to being shot along with 28 other civilians by a Londinian assasin" he said, directing him to the HMMWV "keep your head down, were at war, so i'd reccomend sitting in the back seat" the Guardsman said, getting in the 50 cal. turret

Nadiah was closely escorted by her guards, their weapons in position as they were yet unaware about more attacks. She saw the body with the blood coming out of the head and the gun in the hand and whispered,
"Dang."
In a lowder voice she said,
"Well. . . I think that Flowers will have to know about this."

Nadiah was closely escorted by her guards, their weapons in position as they were yet unaware about more attacks. She saw the body with the blood coming out of the head and the gun in the hand and whispered,
"Dang."
In a lowder voice she said,
"Well. . . I think that Flowers will have to know about this."

a Cazelian soldier walked over to them, saluting "welcome to Cazelia, sorry about the inconvenience, we did not expect a Londinian hitman to arrive" he directed them to an armoured HMMWV "stay in the back seat, there is no glass or weaks spots back there" he jumped in the HMMWV and got in the 50 cal. turret "hang on, this may be a bumby ride"

OOC: I shot the Cazelian woman and some airline employees, no-one else.

OOC: Shush, if he makes a point, you can invade! :D

OOC: I'm not trying to make a point, because trying to stand up to BL would be stupid on my part. I'll go remove the part about my delegate being shot.

OOC: Central Prestonia, I could give you a hug right about now, because this means I'm feared by people! Muhahaha! Thanks for removing that bit.

OOC: you're welcome. And it's not so much you but your population (and presumably multi-million person army) that I fear.

Mara pulled out her cell phone, frustrated at being unable to help despite the fact that she knew basic first aid - these people looked far beyond her ability to help them.

She called someone back in Metzuda to send her combat gear and sidearm to her in Cazelia, in case another lunatic showed up and started shooting. Rush delivery could have her body armor, weapon, and uniform sent to her within twelve hours. She also asked that Richard's weapons be sent to him just in case.

That taken care of, she sat down, her head in her hands. What did I get myself into...? I'll never go anywhere without my equipment again.

Captain Wall stepped off the plane that had brought him, and walked up to the guards. "My weapons include this Desert Eagle, an Uzi, and this sword." He said, pointing to a claymore-sized scabbard on his back. He knew that weapons were permitted, but thought it polite to declare them. He heard gunfire, and regretted not bringing a rifle.

Captain Wall walked over to see what the disturbance was, and saw the dead Londinian. "Their government seems sensible," He said to himself, "but their military is downright barbaric.." He walked up to a Cazelian who looked to be an officer. "Any way i can help?"

a Cazelian soldier walked over to them, saluting "welcome to Cazelia, sorry about the inconvenience, we did not expect a Londinian hitman to arrive" he directed them to an armoured HMMWV "stay in the back seat, there is no glass or weaks spots back there" he jumped in the HMMWV and got in the 50 cal. turret "hang on, this may be a bumby ride"


Nadiah and her guards went in, but she said,
"Inconvinence? A man just went Cho Seung Hui here and you are gonna call it an inconvienence?"

Michael Freeman, following suit, pulled an MP5 and demanded everybody to stay down.

With the surrender of the Cazelian government, a company of Londinian commandoes calmly walked into the mansion where the ball was being held. One of the soldiers cleared his throat and addressed the assembled individuals in attendance.

"Attention, all individuals. With the Cazelian surrender to the Londinian government, this area of the country is now under our jurisdiction. You are free to remain in our area for as long as you'd like, but please take care to avoid pockets of insurgents. I would like to apologize for the actions of the soldier at the airport - it was a failed attempt to assassinate the president and was in no way a hostile action against foreign nationals."

Michael Freeman, a Urcean Major General, welcomed the troops of British Londinium.

He asked "Is there anything here I can do for you?"

"Not that I can think of," Brigadier Alebrandi said to the Urcean general. "There has yet to be any sort of a resistance movement, and our troops are marching towards Caz'e City at this moment. It's running like clockwork, I guess."

"Great. Now if you excuse me.." He loaded his MP5 "I have some looting to do." He went down into the wine cellar, and upon, taking what he wanted, went around the entire building, and left the building.

Captian Wall walked up to one of the Londinians. "Will you be taking the wounded Cazelian civilians to hospitals?"

"It's a possibility," Brigadier Alebrandi said casually. "But, to be honest, that isn't in my fucking job description."

Captain Wall shrugged. "I expected as much, guess I'll just do it myself." He walked over to the car that would have taken him to the ball, and said to the driver. "I'll give you $3000 if you help me transport wounded to a hospital."

Mara looked at the Londinian general in disgust and shock. A possibility? One of his men just went postal here, for Christ's sake...

She walked over to Captain Wall. "Can we help?" She nodded in the direction of her companion.

the marine looked at the Londinian general "a possibility? you shot these innocent civilians for no apparent reason and you wont even take tem to the hospital!?" he yelled "take these people to the hospital now or i'll do it myself!"
he gave the Londinian a look of disgust and said "if you want the public in this country to apprieciate you bastards then start driving these people to the fucking hospital!" he then walked away, picking up one of the wounded and putting them in a HMMWV

Mara didn't wait for approval after the Cazelian started loading people into stretchers and cars. She grabbed the nearest wounded and put him in a fireman's carry. Even so, at her weight she had difficulty moving the large casualty to the car.

Richard began doing the same, only he was dragging two casualties by the feet at the same time toward the Cazelian HMMWV.

Freeman returned. He shot the marine.

a gunshot rang out. and the marine dropped dead. another marine yelled "what the hell was that!? he didnt do anything to you!"

bump

OOC: Off topic, but Order of America is no longer under your control, and mutually agreed by all parties to be of Urcean ownership again.

IC: "Disrespect. I just won't have that."

ooc- don't forget me

Mara looked at the Londinian general in disgust and shock. A possibility? One of his men just went postal here, for Christ's sake...

She walked over to Captain Wall. "Can we help?" She nodded in the direction of her companion.

"of course, if you don't mind getting your car bloody." the Captain said, tearing off his sleeve to bandage a wounded airport employee. He flipped the safety off of the handgun at his side. "If i wasn't representing my country..." he muttered, looking with disgust at the Urcean and picking up the employee. He carried the man on his back toward the car with the driver he had just payed.

"Disrespect. I just won't have that."

the marine was in shock "you fucking bastard!" he yelled "he was a medical officer! how dare you!" he called for 2 marines to escort him out "you sir, are not welcome here!"

The commandos leveled their assault rifles at the two Cazelian marines causing trouble.

"Excuse me," shouted Brigadier Alebrandi. "But it will be me deciding who is welcome and who is not. Mind you this entire area is under Londinian jurisdiction, and any, any perceived resistance will result in severe penalties. And if you saw the VX nerve gas attacks in Orlock, you'll know what I mean by penalties. Now, General Freeman here is allowed to stay."

To: Whom it may concern
From:The Office of The Prime Minister of The Kingdom of Noirthemme

Cc: Official Letter of Attendance

I, Baroness Maxphilana Farshund, Prime Minister of The Kingdom Of Noirthemme,and my life partner, Lady Devimilla Daphurey-Farshund will be attending in the place of HRH Crown Prince Domenico D'Hullier II due to another international visit he will be undertaking at the time.

Thank you.

SIGNED,
Baroness Maxphilana Farshund
THE PRIME MINISTER OF THE KINGDOM OF NOIRTHEMME

The commandos leveled their assault rifles at the two Cazelian marines causing trouble.

"Excuse me," shouted Brigadier Alebrandi. "But it will be me deciding who is welcome and who is not. Mind you this entire area is under Londinian jurisdiction, and any, any perceived resistance will result in severe penalties. And if you saw the VX nerve gas attacks in Orlock, you'll know what I mean by penalties. Now, General Freeman here is allowed to stay."

"this man shot a medical officer!" he yelled, pointing at the Urcean "he was only carring a wounded civilian into the truck! do you people have any self control!" he beckoned for the marines to let him go "please keep your freinds under control. there is still a police force here, and one more killing will result in arrest"

"And the Londinian military continues to be an embarrasment to it's government.." Cptn. Wall said to himself, carrying a second wounded man to the car. "Self obsessed, power crazed generals..."

OOC: Lord Sumguy, in this case, they are acting in accordance with the government, who ordered them to act with "extreme prejudice".

"I do not care," Alebrandi said angrily. "The fact of the matter is that this land is under Londinian control, and you here have challenged that authority. Police force, you say? Forget about it - officially disbanded an hour ago, by order of Governor Catherine Adler. Police duties are now part of the Londinian Armed Forces' job. So suck it, bitch."

OOC: Lord Sumguy, in this case, they are acting in accordance with the government, who ordered them to act with "extreme prejudice".

"I do not care," Alebrandi said angrily. "The fact of the matter is that this land is under Londinian control, and you here have challenged that authority. Police force, you say? Forget about it - officially disbanded an hour ago, by order of Governor Catherine Adler. Police duties are now part of the Londinian Armed Forces' job. So suck it, bitch."

OOC: ah, sorry, thought this was similar to the memorial service incident.

IC: Captain Wall carried a third wounded man to the car, and gave the driver half of the money. "take them to the possible, tell the people there that i will pay all expenses. Ill give you the rest of the money after you take them. If you take them anywhere else, ill hunt you down and kill you slowly. Got it? Good." He stood up and laughed as the car sped away. He walked back past the Londinians, and began bandaging the remaining wounded. "Got a spare first aid kit?" He called to the Londinian Soldiers.

OOC: Lord Sumguy, in this case, they are acting in accordance with the government, who ordered them to act with "extreme prejudice".

"I do not care," Alebrandi said angrily. "The fact of the matter is that this land is under Londinian control, and you here have challenged that authority. Police force, you say? Forget about it - officially disbanded an hour ago, by order of Governor Catherine Adler. Police duties are now part of the Londinian Armed Forces' job. So suck it, bitch."

the marine gritted his teeth at the Londinian "go fuck yourself, you Londinian dog" the marine said "my family deid in your fucking nerve gas attacks, and if we were ate war, i would rip your skull from your spine and beat you with it, so dont piss me of, fuckface"

"Men, do you think I should have to put up with this?" Alebrandi called to his soldiers. He was met with various responses, the majority of which said something along the lines of "no". The brigadier pulled out a sleek Walther P99 pistol and fired seven rounds into the skull of the irritating Cazelian marine.

Freeman, noticing the other marine scattering out of the room, shot him dead with the MP5.

He said to the Londinian officer "Sorry about the mess. It's inevitable when keeping order."

Mara had just finished fireman-carrying her third casualty, the Cazelian medical officer, to the nearest car. She didn't think he was still alive, but she wouldn't take the chance he was and let him die... if he wasn't already dead.

She realized just how despicable these Londinians were. She had to help these people who were being run over roughshod by these fascists.

the 3 other Cazelian marines ducked for cover, drawaing their M9 berreta sidearms. an assorted cry from a Cazelian marine was "death to Consul Davidson!" as he stood up and fired 15 rounds into the Urcean's head.
the others started firing, one of them, just coming out of the cellar, drew his P-90 SMG, firing it into the Londinain officer

Cptn. Wall drew both of his guns, and ran through the crossfire to get more wounded before they were hit by stray bullets. He grunted as a bullet passed through his shoulder, and kept going.

the 3 other Cazelian marines ducked for cover, drawaing their M9 berreta sidearms. an assorted cry from a Cazelian marine was "death to Consul Davidson!" as he stood up and fired 15 rounds into the Urcean's head.
the others started firing, one of them, just coming out of the cellar, drew his P-90 SMG, firing it into the Londinain officer

OOC: You can't do that. I'm killing random people, you just killed a major person in my military. Plus, if you had a pistol, and I have an MP5, you'd be dead before you got a shot off. God-mode.

Nadiah heard the shots and ran out of the car, her three guards trailing hre, their weapons ready. She saw a military officer with a gun in his hand, standing over a dead body. She fixed her Hijab, and then pleaded,
"What did you do?!?!"

OOC: You can't do that. I'm killing random people, you just killed a major person in my military. Plus, if you had a pistol, and I have an MP5, you'd be dead before you got a shot off. God-mode.

OOC- MP5s arent exactly that accurate, and these guys are behind cover. so i guess your guys not dead

Freeman sprayed fire at the Marines, and took cover himself. He shouted to the Londinians "A little help?"

OOC: He has a damaged leg, and won't get up from the cover without help. Okay?

Freeman sprayed fire at the Marines, and took cover himself. He shouted to the Londinians "A little help?"

OOC: He has a damaged leg, and won't get up from the cover without help. Okay?

OOC fine with me

IC
3 marines dead, 2 wounded out of a total of 7. the marines continued fighting, every minute or so a marine would run to the cellar and grab some ammo and/or a gun. this was a full blown firefight and nothing less

The small cargo plane from Southwest Haven International Transport Service, Inc. rush-delivering the two Kahanistanian officers' weapons, combat gear, and uniforms, made a rough landing about a kilometer from the commotion, unaware that the Londinians were running amok.

The transport company's security took the crates containing a set of combat gear, two .50 Desert Eagles, two Hali-53 assault rifles, and about 3,000 rounds of ammunition, toward the location Mara had specified. They would be about half an hour away; the security was well armed and carrying a heavy load.

Captain Wall had 3 wounds now, none in fatal areas, but he would pass out from blood loss if he didn't get bandaged soon. He stood up from the cover he was behind and ran to the side, hoping to escape the crossfire. He stopped near some Londinian troops, and sat down, wrapping his arm and leg up in bandages from the first aid kit he had.

OOC: im just waiting to see if one of the sides will attack him.

OOC: "There are no Urcean troops in C'aze city. We butchered the force present at the airport. We have retaken the airport! There are no Urceans there! They are not any place. They are on the move everywhere. They are a snake moving in the desert. They hold no place in Cazelia. This is an illusion." - C'aze City Charlie.

No srsly, there are no Urcean troops in C'aze city. There are British troops, though.

OOC: "There are no Urcean troops in C'aze city. We butchered the force present at the airport. We have retaken the airport! There are no Urceans there! They are not any place. They are on the move everywhere. They are a snake moving in the desert. They hold no place in Cazelia. This is an illusion." - C'aze City Charlie.

No srsly, there are no Urcean troops in C'aze city. There are British troops, though.

OOC: edited accordingly.

With the Marines guarding her tightly, Nadiah yelled,
"Stop the fighting!"

OOC: edited accordingly.

OOC: What's the difference?

OOC: What's the difference?
OOC: he is next to Londinian troops now, not Urceans.

"You and you," shouted the brigadier. "Take General Freeman to a medical facility, stat! You, soldier, take Captain Wall over there to a hospital as well. The rest of you - take out these rebel scum!"

One hundred and forty-seven Londinian Army commandos began strafing at the Cazelian marines.

"Do you understand", Nadiah said, "We must stop this madness at once!"

the Cazelian marines dropped their weapons "hold your fire, were unarmed"

"You are hereby under arrest," Brigadier Alebrandi said as his men slapped handcuffs around the wrists of the marines. "Men, take them away."

Nadiah lust stood there perplexed. The fighting ended, but the arrests were not planned.
"Treat these POW's right", she said, "with the rules of the Geneva convention."

"About that," replied the brigadier. "Since the president has fled the country, I would presume that there is no ball."

"About that," replied the brigadier. "Since the president has fled the country, I would presume that there is no ball."

ooc- I changed it. . . i thought it would take longer to reply.

Nadiah fixed her hijab and then said, "I should leave,, are there any more commercial flights? With this incident, I'd think that they'd all be grounded."

ooc- I changed it. . . i thought it would take longer to reply.

Nadiah fixed her hijab and then said, "I should leave,, are there any more commercial flights? With this incident, I'd think that they'd all be grounded."

"There's one last commercial flight leaving in two hours, headed to British Londinium - from there you can arrange for transport to your homeland."

"There's one last commercial flight leaving in two hours, headed to British Londinium - from there you can arrange for transport to your homeland."

"Thank you very much kind sir."

ooc- i'm going to bed but i thbought that we could talk a bit and then the flight would come, is that cool?

OOC - Works for me.

"You and you," shouted the brigadier. "Take General Freeman to a medical facility, stat! You, soldier, take Captain Wall over there to a hospital as well. The rest of you - take out these rebel scum!"

One hundred and forty-seven Londinian Army commandos began strafing at the Cazelian marines.

Captain Wall stood up and shrugged off the guard who was trying to help him. "I can walk on my own! I've taken more bullets than you've shot outta that gun, boy, i can handle some minor leg and arm wounds." He grumbled, limping towards the car.

"Well", Nadiah said "It's gonna be a long time till that plane comes. So that are you here for?"

This place was dangerous. Mara and Richard were going to be on that flight out of there.

"Why all this carnage..." said Mara sadly. "All we wanted was to have a fun social gathering... and from what I heard about the Hatarian ball, from a friend of a friend... it was rather exciting." And the Londinians had to come in and fuck it all up.

She walked up to the woman in hijab. "What a mess," she said. "I suppose this isn't what you were expecting when you came to this place, is it... Well, I'm afraid to stay here, my government's probably pretty pissed off at the Londinians by now."

Mara realized something. "Oh. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Mara. Lt. Colonel Mara Fulton, Republic Guard. This is Captain Richard Douglass, Republic Guard," she said nodding to the man who had come with her. "But just call me Mara."