NationStates Jolt Archive

In the mind of the darkening shadow, the world had gone cold...silent...and in need of a delightful mix of beautiful design, and exquisite death and destruction. Her eyes were filled with rage. Organizations sprung up overnight, but their attacks were feeble at best. She thought to herself day in and day out 'They will never accomplish what I have dreamed for the world, and they can never fulfill my legacy!' It seemed, indeed, that her days of glorifying the long ceased Terror of the World were over. That organization had disappeared into eternity forever, but their desires will not be forgotten.

Her dreams of taking down the WWA and ViZion were all but a reality. Though she had dealt lethal blows to them in the past, she had never brought the nations to their knees like she had hoped. All she knew in her mind, as she sipped a sweet concoction, was that Angelic Freedom was feared, and although it had been some time since her last appearance in a headline, she was determined to instill that same fear in all nations yet again. She made no difference between the ViZionarians, Jarridians and the feared Freeks and Doomani. To her they were all peoples that deserved to be wiped clean of this precious Earth, an Earth that had been endowed to her.

With these thoughts raging war within her mind, she could not help but be infuriated. It was time for the world to feel her wrath, as it may well be the final chapter of Angelic Freedom. Her nightmare machine was finished, and with the support of so many behind her, she would unleashe its power on the world and it would be nothing that anyone could stop nor comprehend. Death, is that which gives meaning to life. Only in death can the true purport be recognized.

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Sarinka, The Dar'i'karan Empire

The coastal city lay quiet as did much of the Empire. It was rarely a state rocked by any sort of calamity, and although its neighboring partner nation, Jarridia, had seen its fair share of activity since its nation inception, the Empire had not. Although its allegiance to Jarridia and the Westwood Alliance had not gone unnoticed, SHE had felt that the Dar'i'karan Empire served its purpose as a place that no one would expect a resurgence, and that is exactly what SHE had in mind for this day.

The day was picturesque, there was not a more beautiful scene you could plaster on a canvass to demonstrate the charm of the coastline beach leading up to the primary shipping yard. Sarinka was a destination point for all travellers, especially those within a solid one-hundred miles...the Jarridians. Though the Shadow's minds were not intent on killing as many civilians at this juncture, she had set her sights on a small token.

In the quietness the WWA had seen over these past few years, the Shadow had taken upon herself to seek new donations and establish sleeper units in all nations, especially the Dar'i'karan Empire. How she knew today would be a perfect day would be left unseen, but it is indeed ironic how these things turn out. The plan was your classic, everyday terror strike. Nothing fancy necessary, for the Empire was not something SHE was concerned about. However, SHE was not about to let her cover be broken and lose all that she had to gain, so special precautions were taken.

It was around 8:46 a.m. when the 8 men finished thier preparations for the day ahead. Four of them had strapped bombs to themselves underneath their sport coats, while the other four loaded their automatic rifles and stocked the two vehicles awaiting the small force outside their rented beachside condominium. One vehicle was a large van, capable of holding a large capacity of people. The second was a smaller SUV that was jamm packed full of explosives capable of destroying the facing wall of several buildings. Finally the time had arrived to head out, and at 9:35 a.m. they climbed into their vehicles, four in each, and headed towards the ship yard. Upon arrival they sat quietly in the early morning light awaiting the strike time. The van pulled further down the avenue, whilst the SUV pulled into the front of the shipyard.

After an hour and a half wait, the target had been acknowledged and were heading down the street. Within mere seconds of confirmation three men jumped out of the SUV and ran towards the shipyard detonating themselves, while the one man left in the SUV detonated the vehicle and himself simultaneously. The explosions rocked the early morning seaside, the people that had been out hit the ground quickly and buildings and the shipyard were engulfed in flames and carnage. With smoke immediately filling the streetscape, the van pulled up beside the Jarridian family that had cowered in a corner with the father attempting to brace his wife and children against the horrible scene unfolding in the street. Quickly the four men in the van jumped out, one yelled "Are these the ones?" in an unusual language, the others only gave a nod. The father cringed slightly at the sight and in desperation attempted to protect his family by leaping forth and combating the men, but resistance was futile. He was quickly subdued and thrown into the van where all of them were to be tied and gagged before being ushered off to a secret locale deep in the mountainous countryside. Meanwhile, many bordering homes and shops had been demolished in the blast at Sarinka. The ship yard lay demolished and the beach lay horribly mangled with bodies and parts searing in the daytime sky. A single torso had managed to make its way down the street and into a school yard where it had landed gracefully on a small child digging in a sandbox. Smoldering tissue and blood all over, the child cried for help, but onlookers could only pause...horrified.




OOC: This is open to all, however I'd ask that we keep as quiet as possible so that Lord-General Drache can make a post, as well as the ensuing RP with Jarridia. But I would appreciate WELL CONCEIVED thoughts, opinions, and condemnations. PLEASE NO IMMATURITY. Thanks!

-TAG-

OOC: OMG! She's back!

OOC huh and:?

In the mind of the darkening shadow, the world had gone cold...silent...and in need of a delightful mix of beautiful design, and exquisite death and destruction. Her eyes were filled with rage. Organizations sprung up overnight, but their attacks were feeble at best. She thought to herself day in and day out 'They will never accomplish what I have dreamed for the world, and they can never fulfill my legacy!' It seemed, indeed, that her days of glorifying the long ceased Terror of the World were over. That organization had disappeared into eternity forever, but their desires will not be forgotten.

Her dreams of taking down the WWA and ViZion were all but a reality. Though she had dealt lethal blows to them in the past, she had never brought the nations to their knees like she had hoped. All she knew in her mind, as she sipped a sweet concoction, was that Angelic Freedom was feared, and although it had been some time since her last appearance in a headline, she was determined to instill that same fear in all nations yet again. She made no difference between the ViZionarians, Jarridians and the feared Freeks and Doomani. To her they were all peoples that deserved to be wiped clean of this precious Earth, an Earth that had been endowed to her.

With these thoughts raging war within her mind, she could not help but be infuriated. It was time for the world to feel her wrath, as it may well be the final chapter of Angelic Freedom. Her nightmare machine was finished, and with the support of so many behind her, she would unleashe its power on the world and it would be nothing that anyone could stop nor comprehend. Death, is that which gives meaning to life. Only in death can the true purport be recognized.

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Sarinka, The Dar'i'karan Empire

The coastal city lay quiet as did much of the Empire. It was rarely a state rocked by any sort of calamity, and although its neighboring partner nation, Jarridia, had seen its fair share of activity since its nation inception, the Empire had not. Although its allegiance to Jarridia and the Westwood Alliance had not gone unnoticed, SHE had felt that the Dar'i'karan Empire served its purpose as a place that no one would expect a resurgence, and that is exactly what SHE had in mind for this day.

The day was picturesque, there was not a more beautiful scene you could plaster on a canvass to demonstrate the charm of the coastline beach leading up to the primary shipping yard. Sarinka was a destination point for all travellers, especially those within a solid one-hundred miles...the Jarridians. Though the Shadow's minds were not intent on killing as many civilians at this juncture, she had set her sights on a small token.

In the quietness the WWA had seen over these past few years, the Shadow had taken upon herself to seek new donations and establish sleeper units in all nations, especially the Dar'i'karan Empire. How she knew today would be a perfect day would be left unseen, but it is indeed ironic how these things turn out. The plan was your classic, everyday terror strike. Nothing fancy necessary, for the Empire was not something SHE was concerned about. However, SHE was not about to let her cover be broken and lose all that she had to gain, so special precautions were taken.

It was around 8:46 a.m. when the 8 men finished thier preparations for the day ahead. Four of them had strapped bombs to themselves underneath their sport coats, while the other four loaded their automatic rifles and stocked the two vehicles awaiting the small force outside their rented beachside condominium. One vehicle was a large van, capable of holding a large capacity of people. The second was a smaller SUV that was jamm packed full of explosives capable of destroying the facing wall of several buildings. Finally the time had arrived to head out, and at 9:35 a.m. they climbed into their vehicles, four in each, and headed towards the ship yard. Upon arrival they sat quietly in the early morning light awaiting the strike time. The van pulled further down the avenue, whilst the SUV pulled into the front of the shipyard.

After an hour and a half wait, the target had been acknowledged and were heading down the street. Within mere seconds of confirmation three men jumped out of the SUV and ran towards the shipyard detonating themselves, while the one man left in the SUV detonated the vehicle and himself simultaneously. The explosions rocked the early morning seaside, the people that had been out hit the ground quickly and buildings and the shipyard were engulfed in flames and carnage. With smoke immediately filling the streetscape, the van pulled up beside the Jarridian family that had cowered in a corner with the father attempting to brace his wife and children against the horrible scene unfolding in the street. Quickly the four men in the van jumped out, one yelled "Are these the ones?" in an unusual language, the others only gave a nod. The father cringed slightly at the sight and in desperation attempted to protect his family by leaping forth and combating the men, but resistance was futile. He was quickly subdued and thrown into the van where all of them were to be tied and gagged before being ushered off to a secret locale deep in the mountainous countryside. Meanwhile, many bordering homes and shops had been demolished in the blast at Sarinka. The ship yard lay demolished and the beach lay horribly mangled with bodies and parts searing in the daytime sky. A single torso had managed to make its way down the street and into a school yard where it had landed gracefully on a small child digging in a sandbox. Smoldering tissue and blood all over, the child cried for help, but onlookers could only pause...horrified.




OOC: This is open to all, however I'd ask that we keep as quiet as possible so that Lord-General Drache can make a post, as well as the ensuing RP with Jarridia. But I would appreciate WELL CONCEIVED thoughts, opinions, and condemnations. PLEASE NO IMMATURITY. Thanks!

Scanning reports he had request of the effort to resupply the Jarridians with military hardware, the Lord-General became lost in thought, and sighed. He pushed back into his chair, stretching, and casting an eye about for something to eat. Before he could call in an attendant to find something for him, a young lieutentant rushed in. The Lord-General straightened in his chair, and raised an eyebrow. His people would never consider breaching his privacy, unless it was an urgent matter.

The young man gathered himself, drawing a quick breath in. "Sir, there's...been an explosion. One of the shipyards in Sarinka is lost. Reports are sketchy, and we're not sure if it was accidental or some terrorist right now. The blast was powerful enough to demolish nearby civilian structures. Sir...there was a school..."

Jaw set firmly, he ran his tongue against his teeth, holding back a growl. He knew it would not do to completely lose his composure, nor was it the young man's fault to be the bearer of such ill tidings. "Cordon off the area. Dispatch military forces to hold the cordon, and to help with the search for any survivors or witness. I want everyone in a 10 mile radius questioned. I want technicians to see if there's anything salvagable from the cameras near and on the shipyard property. The forensic analysts will be swamped. Offer aid from other areas or the imperial level, whatever needs done. Get generators and water pumps to reroute around the damaged area.

We will not allow this to cause more physical damage than it already has. The psychological fallout, I'm sure, will not yet be seen in full for years to come."

The man rushed off to perform his duties tasked to him, still pale from the news and knowing what it must do to his beloved leader.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, the Lord-General picked up the phone to inform his Jarridian allies, swearing to himself as it rung.

Shelbin, Jarridia; Presidential Palace

Word spreads fast in the Westwood Alliance, and within mere moments after the attack had commenced in the Dar'i'karan Empire, President Michelle Thoreson and her staff had been ushered deep below the palace and into the secluded protection bunker, a part of the Jarridian Emergency Escape System. Jarridia and the WWA were certainly not new to the inescapable grasp of Angelic Freedom, nor had they been completely blindsided by her immediate return to the world. Intelligence had shown a few reports that a few cells had been detained, but the reports were limited and interrogation gained little progress. What was really the most shocking aspect of the days terrible event was that she had opted to attack the Dar'i'karan Empire, instead of leading a tremendous assault against Jarridia. This, in itself, was unnerving.

Michelle Thoreson, who had remembered the terror assaults in the past, was suddenly shaken by the fact that Angelic Freedom was making a return. Jarridia hadn't been attacked since before President Jarrod Branam's death, and she was not about to let Angelic Freedom continue to infiltrate the borders of Jarridia, nor the borders of any WWA Nation.

Michelle took a seat at the head of the long conference table in the bunker and looked deep into the eyes of every official that surrounded her, "Do we have any confirmation that Angelic Freedom is within our borders. Is it still within the Dar'i'karan Empire?"

Department of Intelligence Director, Mike Watkins glanced back at her, he was slightly embarassed that they had been unsuccessful in getting anything from the supposed detained AF Fighters, "Honestly, Ms. President....we have no clue. This attack was sudden. We have recieved word that AF did lead an attack against ViZionarian Rebuilding Forces in Cazelia, but British Londinium was responsible for orchestrating those, and they will be dealt with. As far as the WWA is conce...."

Michelle quickly interrupted him, "I don't want your excuses, I want answers, damnit. An attack has just occurred on WWA soil, and we have nothing to go on. No leads, no reasons why....YOU HAVE NOTHING. You get paid to know these things yet you sit babbling about nothing. I NEED TO KNOW IF ANGELIC FREEDOM IS WITHIN JARRIDIAN BORDERS OR NOT!?!? She slammed down on the table with her hand.

Michelle had become immediately angered by her cabinets in ability to respond with direct answers. Mike Watkins hung his hand in shame as the telephone suddenly sprang to life. Emily Vaclavik, Secretary of State, picked up the receiver, "We've got an incoming call from Lord-General Drache for you President Thoreson."

Michelle grabbed the receiver from Emily, "Finally, someone with intelligence..." she placed the receiver to her ear, "Good Afternoon Lord-General Drache, I have been expecting your call..."

Shelbin, Jarridia; Presidential Palace

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Emily Vaclavik, Secretary of State, picked up the receiver, "We've got an incoming call from Lord-General Drache for you President Thoreson."

Michelle grabbed the receiver from Emily, "Finally, someone with intelligence..." she placed the receiver to her ear, "Good Afternoon Lord-General Drache, I have been expecting your call..."

The Emperor slowly took in a breath, calming himself as best as he could as he traced a finger over the patterns of the teak desk.

"Unfortunately, Madam President, there seems nothin good to come of this.

As I'm sure you're aware, we've just been dealt a blow at one of our shipyards, which, I regret to inform you, was to be assigned to your control in an effort to rebuild your naval strength. That matter, I'm afraid, will have to be relegated to a later date.

I have a rather strong feeling that this was no accident, but, for the moment, I'll allow the media to create their own theories.

Since the last direct attack upon our sovereign soil, security was strictly increased, and I saw to it that the shipyards which would aid you be classified as secret. I imagine this is no mere coincidence. I rather think that this is a matter of careful observation and perhaps some loosening of the tongues done by someone, than an outright betrayal on behalf a member of my government. However, I am not quick to discount the latter prospect, either.

As of this point, our borders are closed save only to necessary trade goods and certain authorized individuals. I do not want to give any easy means of escape out of, or entrance into, my empire.

As of this point, we have no real information regarding the event, and may not for hours or days yet.

To be frank, I cannot say I was entirely surprised. We have long been considered enemies by proxy of a number of those who do not think so highly of you, and since I have long made it a policy to avoid meddling in other nations' affairs, it would not surprie me were some to think us weak and complacent.

I'll be setting up what I hope to be a temporary task force designed to track down whomever may be responsible, and will forward any information I may obtain to you.

Due to our lack of current information, though, I feel I must ask you if you had any insight to offer...?"

Michelle took a deep breath as shel listened to her trusted border ally, a person that had been wonderful friends of the Democracy for many years. She squinted her eyes a little, allowing a brief pause between the end of the Lord-General's sentence and beginning her own.

"We are extremely troubled by the fact that any nation or organization would seek destroy any of your soveriegn soil and infrastructure. It is without a doubt that there is some higher reasoning to this, and it is a scenario we are desperate to discover.

My Intelligence Agency detained several suspicious characters in our own borders mere weeks ago claiming to be part of Angelic Freedom. We were astonished to hear of their possible return, but have been, thus far, unable to gain any information from you. We have reason to believe that it is them that have carried out such an attack and we are certain that those that have perpetrated this attack are still in your nation or managed to escape into Jarridia, which, is something untolerable.

I would like to ask your permission to access your video system in order to further investigate this and I would also like to send a small task force in to aid you in clean-up and your own internal investigation.

I have now placed Jarridia on lock-down. Something that we have not had to do for many years. Our National Guard will ensure the serenity of the Jarridia way of life, and shall take-out any suspicious activity at once. We ask that you institute the same policy. I have already corresponded with Alexander Montalee at the WWA Headquarters to call for immediate Security Force build-up in other WWA Nations. We shall hunt down those that have destroyed life today, and bring them to justice. As always, you have our undying support and friendship."

Michelle paused for a few moments to hear any other final comments for Lord-General Drache before handing the phone back to Emily.

She glanced around the room, "I want a full status report on our mobilizations to the borders and in our cities. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. At this time we will allow the continuance of air and shipping traffic, but we will increase security at all. I want the report within the hour..."

She recieved numerous nods from her cabinet as they began leaving the underground bunker.

OOC: my official IC post coming tomorrow. :)

OOC: BEWARE, Some of the following posts may be fairly grotesque to some, please use caution.


SHE felt right at home in the darkness by this point in her career, as she stood staring at the recently arrived Jarridian family that had been taken from the scene in the Dar'i'karan Empire. She glanced down at her shoes, lost in a bit of a daydream. Her life, though full of meaning from her perspective, had slowly become very lonely. That was to be expected, of course. It would be terrifyingly hard to have people close to your affairs, when you commit the crimes against humanity that she had, but, nonetheless, she was still close to her family at home, and generally spent every holiday with them, and for all they knew, she was off pursuing a 'higher' education in Utcheer or enjoying time at a beach in ViZion. None of them would have ever expected otherwise.

Her daydream broke and she glanced back through the window, gathering a stern face she muttered to herself, "Nothing that a little anti-depressant won't fix." She opened a small bottle on a table next to her and threw a pill to the back of her throat. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, then moving forward, she picked up the Desert Eagle lying on the table next to a pack of Magnum Bullets, further down the table she picked up a tray of other assorted torture weapons that she would soon use on her captives.

She opened the door to the isolation room, which was small, containing a camera with direct uplink, four of her armed henchmen and the Jarridian Family. A rather large catch for her, there were three children (two boys 8 and 10, and then a 13 year old girl), followed by the mother and father. Each had been blindfolded and restrained to their chair, and each would be mutilated in their deserved way.

She stepped in front of the camera, cloaked in her usual darkness and draped in black. Her voice was altered, and as always, all you could see was the brightness of her blonde hair.

"Greetings Jarridia and President Thoreson. Of course you know, our recent attacks on the Dar'i'karan Empire was only the beginning of our resurgence against you. As promised, you will soon feel the pain and anguish that you have so often caused others. Your people and nation is a betrayal to God and for that, you must be sacrificed. Behind me here, I have a family....a treacherous, and vile Jarridian family. They shall begin paying the price for your nation, unless you comply with my requests. I demand that you pay this organization a total sum of 48 Trillion Dollars. I also demand that you cease any and all military actions against any world nation and cancel your alliance and friendship with ViZion and the WWA. Finally, upon your withdrawal from the WWA, I insist that you contribute your allegiance to Angelic Freedom and allow us full and unrestricted access to all of your resources. To ensure compliance, and to demonstrate that we are not to be taken lightly, there will be a death on your hands right now...."

SHE stepped back and picked up the Desert Gun and inserted the Magnum Bullets. She immediately walked over to the 8 year old, kissed his forhead, pulled off the blind fold and said, "Say goodbye to your home" before cramming the gun against his head and splattering his brains and blood on his sister and older brother. The shrieks and screams of his siblings and parents were deafening as the little boys body continued to empty itself on the floor. For good measure she released another bullet into his body, this time towards the stomach.

She went back towards the camera, "You have 8 hours to comply, or another shall die on your watch. ENJOY!"

"Holy Mother of God", this was the biggest thing this inteligence agent had ever seen. He twisted his chair around and faced a red phone. As quikly as he twirled around he picked up the phone and dialed 3 numbers.

"Sir, your going to want to see this."

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The president threw the mennila envelope to the table, with nothing but a slight, mhm. "Sir, there is more. There is a video, and I have some reports from 3 years ago on these same nations."

"Angelic Freedom, I would like to know how this consernes us. And the video, have you watched it?"

"No sir, but Mr. Gutted has."

"But neighter you or I are John Gutted. Put in the video"

The IA put in the black tape, into the large TV. The TV didn't respond for a few seconds then, and obviously amueture video came. In the center of the screen a man, or possibly a woman, the vioce was changed so it was impossible to tell, in a black mask hiding everything but his thick, black hair, started talking. The person finished talking and pulled a desert eagle that had been off scene out, then the camera took focus on a blind folded family in the backround. The masked person unblindfolded the youngest of the family and put the gun to his head. "Turn it off."

"Yes sir." replyed the IA holding back tears for the young little boy. and to think about how the family felt.

"They mentioned a nation, Angleic Freedom was it?"

"Yes sir."

"AF has a long rap sheet, in '04 she nuked Jarridia, then they invaded Vizion, as well as a ton of terrorist attacks going back to '04. Then it all stopped in '06."

"So I guess they are back."

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A shipyard of The Dar'i'karan Empire has been demolished this morning, with a casualty report in high. It is unknown if it was a terror attack, or possibly just a faulty wiring. After the explosion a torso landed perfectly in a schoold yard. Local parnets and civilians are horrified about the explosions and possible attack. "Wow" was all he could musster, he was reading the reports on the shipyard explosion. For a while the most you could hear was the occasional flipping of a page. The man put the paper down on the table in front of him and looked up and down the table twice. There was 7 people sitting at the table with him, they had all read the report and were waiting on him. The man at the end of the table, a tall black man with a pair a thin glasses, picked up his glass of water as he broke into a sweat. "So what is our course of action?"

"AF has been known to be very quik to war, or a terrorist attack, I say we stay out of it." was the man next to him's answer.

"Ignoring is not an answer."

"Maybe we should wait for Vizion to respond, and we will follow his course."

"I say we give them a taste of their own medecine, and blow up one of thier airports cutting off the circulation of another possiblke attack on Jarridia or Dar'i'karan. Then we take out one of their shipyards and hold another hostage to stop them from deploying troops."

"Then that leaves the chance of them nuking us. I say we help Jarridia pay the 43 tri, and then kill off the terrorists when handing it to them."

"No, we do a mix between Huyt and Mills (the last two guys to speak) plan. Call up the Hawks,m and alert Maldorians. Meeting adruned."

Press Conference at the Sarinkan Military Base

The Lord-General strode upon the stage, looking at the pensive audience of press corp members staring back at him, already snapping a multitude of pictures, with video and audio devices ready to record. A brief thought flashed through his head--"Gods, I detest press conferences."

"As you are aware, our shipyard was utterly demolished by a recent explosion. Further, reports have come back saying that most of a school was lost, which was regretablly in session at the time, as well as dozens of homes near the shipyard and some businesses.

Citizens of the Empire, we have once again been attacked by Angelic Freedom. This person has issued a list of demands to the government of Jarridia which are, at best, ludicrous and laughable. We stand firm in the belief that the Jarridians will not cave in to this malevolent and deluded person, nor their organization. They believe themselves anointed by some deity or another, that their cause is just, sanctified, and well-planned. "

The Emperor now seemed to entirely ignore the press corp as he stared into the cameras, as if perceiving each individual viewer at home.

"Angelic Freedom, you may think that you will break us, that we will bow to your petty and misguided cause, but we will not. Not now, nor ever. No force in existance could. Diplomacy is the method to bring about change, but it seems that you, like a child, resort to violence first, and words later. I assure you, one day, you will be brought to heel, and you will suffer. Your god cannot and will not save you then. "

He cast his eye about, watching the faces of the press corp briefly, barely containing his rage, turned on his heel, and quickly left. The terrorist video started as he left, speaking more than he could have.

Shelbin, Jarridia; Presidential Palace

President Thoreson was known as a kind and understanding woman to those that knew her, however, when it came to political challenges she could be damn near ruthless. She was well aware of the effects Angelic Freedom had on the world, and the potential threat the Pernicious Blonde Shadow posed to the sanctity of everything Jarridia stood for. All the work that former President Branam had poured into trying to find and destroy AF only to come up empty handed each time was enough to make any politician, nay person, ill at their stomach. Though AF would disappear from time to time deep in whichever nation housed her core, she would undoubtedly reappear and outdo her previous attacks against humanity. Enough was enough, and as President Thoreson watched the video repeatedly, she couldn't help but find herself more and more enraged that the Shadow would dare to make these demands.

As she and her cabinet watched the video one last time, Secretary of Defense, Chris Mesnard gave out a decent grunt before opening his mouth to speak, "The woman is basically at the ends of her ropes. How do we know that the family on there is even Jarridian? They could be Doomani for all we know, and she's just trying to force us into a corner."

Michelle glared at him, "We've had forensics check the video for any lead, but all we could determine was that they are, in fact, Jarridian. Honestly, it wouldn't matter if they were Doomani, we would need to have the same response as any occassion."

Chris nodded, "Then we need to decide on a course of action..." pausing and looking across the conference table to Secretary of State, Emily Vaclavik.

Emily cleared her throat, she had been a little shaken by the repetition of the video, and was not used to seeing such vulgarity, "I think our first action needs to be calming the public. The video will undoubtedly make its way into the public domain, and once the media gets a hold of it, it'll be more of a nightmare than it already is. We can't stop its release, but we can go ahead and preempt any hysteria. I would also suggest something more militaristic in nature..."

Michelle glanced at the screen one more time, it had been paused on the point where the boys brains were being splattered out of his skull, "Indeed. As we speak I've called upon the National Guard to further implement lockdown across the borders, but I would like to ask that we get strong military force behind a full scale investigation of the Jarridian landscape. I have a strong feeling that they are broadcasting from either inside the Dar'i'karan Empire, or from inside Jarridia. I will send a message to Lord-General Drache and see if he would be willing to allow Jarridian Forces, if not our own, then maybe WWA Forces inside the Dar'i'karan Empire to provide a full-scale investigation there as well."

The two nodded, but Emily had a final question, "What do you plan to do about the demands she's made?"

Michelle gave a little grin, then released a small laugh, "I, or we as a nation, do not negotiate with terrorists. Its been said over and over again, in all sorts of situations. WE will not bow to her, no matter the costs, and she has sealed her own fate to be permanently destroyed. I will work on a response for her as well"

The meeting had concluded, and immediately the wheels had been set in motion to finally capture the illustrious Blonde Shadow

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Official Communique
The Pure Democracy of Jarridia

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To: Lord-General Drache of the Dar'i'karan Empire

In light of the current release of what seems to be a future series of murders committed by Angelic Freedom, we have decided that the time has come to strike back finally end her reign of terror. It has been determined that the family she has detained is, indeed, Jarridian, and it is my feeling that the Shadow herself is inside Jarridian or Dar'i'karan Empire territory. With that said, we have decided to commence a massive internal search to find her and finally bring her to justice. We ask that you either allow Jarridian forces into your territory, or a coalition of WWA Security Forces to conduct the search in joint effort with your own. We must stop her before she is able to escape and create any more chaos. Thank you.

Michelle Thoreson
President of the Purest of Democracies
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Official Jarridian National Released Statement

Cameras flashed as President Thoreson entered the Press Room on this sudden call for a news conference. Typically, televised conferences were only held on Mondays, however this was a Thursday, and certainly out of the ordinary for Presidential activities. She took her place in front of the Jarridian National Flag and Seal and took a few moments to adjust her stance.

"Greetings Jarridia. You may all be wondering why the sudden call to conference, but I promise you this is no special occassion. You have all been made aware of the recent attack on the Dar'i'karan Empire, and the loss of life there. I am here to inform you today that we have received visual evidence that Angelic Freedom has carried out these attacks on our ally, and seeks to force Jarridia into caving to her demands. Without further hesitation I will now be making this video public. I ask that you change the channel for this video is extremely gruesome and grotesque."

Michelle paused her speech as the video began playing on a large video screen behind her. As the video reached the vicious shooting, you could hear and feel the discomfort of the audience and even the views that had remained to watch. Michelle reapproached the podium at the end of the video and continued.

"As you can see, she has already displayed her interest in murdering innocent people for ridiculous demands. We have called upon our ally, Lord-General Drache in the D.E. and asked for his joint effort in finally bringing Angelic Freedom to justice. I have this message to 'the Shadow,' we will not be afraid, nor will we hide. Our resolve will not be deterred and we will continue to live our lives as Jarridians. We shall not fall to your demands, and you will be captured and brought to justice, whether here, or in any other nation that claims the right to you. Make no mistake, you have now sealed your fate for destruction, and I will see to it that that fate is carried out. To my people of this democracy, do not fear her. Fear is what she wants, and we cannot allow her to win over us. At this time I have ordered the lockdown of our borders, and all international flights we'll be diverted to either Port Iridian in the East, or Baytown in the West. All regional, or domestic flights will be heavily scanned for suspicious activity. These measures must be taken to ensure the safety of the overall populous of the Westwood Alliance. We will prevail, Jarridia, WE SHALL PREVAIL"

Cameras continued to flash as reporters shrieked questions at Michelle as she left the stage. The war against Angelic Freedom had been re-ignited after years of sinking.

Encrypted Communique to Jarridian Government

At this time, I have no desire to turn away any offers of help in securing my nation against this threat. Send what forces you wish, and I shall see to it they are given what resources they may require beyond what you provide.

At this point, I shall be lifting travel restrictions across borders, as it seems these individuals seem intent on remaining hidden in what I would guess to be a location still in my borders. It would prove quite difficult to move a missing family through the security check points that were in place before this event. At this point, I shall be mirroring your efforts and doing what I can to ensure that all inbound and outbound traffic is closely monitored and regulated.

Again, I am indebted to our friendship.

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Akaros, Dar'i'karan Empire

A single man, about the age of 35, pulled up in front of the local supermarket. He quickly shuffled something around in the backseat then pushed open the door. He was dressed as any normal seeming person would be, khaki pants and a blue button down shirt with a long khaki trench coat that was knotted about his waist. It was awfully bulky as he jumped out of the car and headed towards the trunk. He had backed in to the spot, so that things would seem quite so suspicious and quickly built his weapon before slipping it in the coat. He slammed the trunk then turned and headed towards the main entrance. As he approached, a kindly old lady was on her way out with her basket. She looked at him and flashed a polite smile at him and said, "Good day to you sir."

He glanced down at her, grunted, but managed to give her a little smirk in response before heading into the store. As he entered, he quickly turned around and locked the entrance/exit behind him. A young gentleman pushing a basket for another lady that had two twin babies asked him what he was doing. The man grinned and turned to the boy, and said, "Ending your life" then pulled out his AK-47 and sprayed bullets into his face causing his head blow off. The limp body fell to the ground as people started screaming. The man pushed the basket with the babies, who were now crying obnoxiously, into the mom, who grabbed the infant carrier in her arms and coward. The man looked at the people hiding, but couldn't stand the baby cries. He walked over to the woman and she began pleading, "Please, spare me and my children...I'll do anything.."

The man looked down at her and replied, "Anything is not an option today.." and opened fire into the carriers. He pelted the babies with so many bullets they seemed to explode. Their tiny organs, blood, and flesh splattering all over the mom and cabinets. The mother could do nothing by whine and grasp for what was left of her infants. The man turned his attention to others fleeing and quickly mowed them down. The wave of bullets literally slicing them in half. The heathen blood poured over the tile floor, people slipped in it, fell down, covering themselves in it. The man found much joy in watching them run. The store had become quite empty now, as he heard sirens from the outside. He had no bomb, so either going with the police or shooting himself were the only options. He quickly walked through the store, and to his surprise found 12 people hunkered in the produce section trying to escape his wrath. He peered over a pile of tomatoes and corn and said, "Well Hello" and then continued emptying his bullets into them. Their body's lying cold, lifeless, and mangled on the floor, he quickly nodded his head and mumbles to himself "All in a days work...."

Akaros, Dar'i'karan Empire
Their body's lying cold, lifeless, and mangled on the floor, he quickly nodded his head and mumbles to himself "All in a days work...."

Alarms shrilled throughout the store, as a dying clerk pressed a button to alert the police, leaving a smear of hot blood under the counter.

Data flashed down a wire to the nearest police station, automatically routing its audio/video feeds to an open channel as the address and schematic of the building appeared on the screen.

A fatigued operated jerked upright in her chair as her speakers began to incessently began to beep at her. She rubbed her dried, red eyes, and blinked. She quickly glanced over the data and live feed before routing the data to an urban response team.

Time to arrival: 10 minutes.

12 highly trained officers clambered into a heavily armoured A.P.C., comforting themselves in the soft click of weapons and radios being checked one final time. Standing orders were to use the unarmed negotiator for any demands and a peacful surrender. Failing this, nonlethal force was to be used to bring the perpetrator to justice if possible. Lethal force was authorized, but considered a last resort.

A medium sized town, Akaros barely rated a local news station, so news of the slaughter would not percolate through to the townfolk for some time yet.

The man peered outside as the police vehicle approached. He glanced back into the store after he heard a noise behind a counter. He slowly walked over towards the meat counter, seeing a man hiding behind a freshly cut selection of T-Bone steaks. He squinted his eyes and aimed the rifle, he quickly carved the cowering gentleman, so much in fact that you couldn't tell which meat was the cow and which was human. He quickly directed his attention outside of the store seeing the armored police set-up their stations. He grinned happily before muttering, "Good, more lives to take."

The man peered outside as the police vehicle approached. He glanced back into the store after he heard a noise behind a counter. He slowly walked over towards the meat counter, seeing a man hiding behind a freshly cut selection of T-Bone steaks. He squinted his eyes and aimed the rifle, he quickly carved the cowering gentleman, so much in fact that you couldn't tell which meat was the cow and which was human. He quickly directed his attention outside of the store seeing the armored police set-up their stations. He grinned happily before muttering, "Good, more lives to take."

A command post, equipped with the lastest computers and surveillance technology, was erected 500 feet from the building. John Sarke, the local negotiator, picked up a phone, and dialed the number to the store, letting it ring.

Meanwhile, road barricades were being errected as the tactical team began to take up position behind their armoured vehicle. They had already studied the schematic fed to them on the route over, and were carefully monitoring a live A/V feed from the store's security system. One veteran shook his head, and snorted. "Dumbass."

The man continued to stare outside, every extra chance at killing another person thrilled him. In the background he heard the phone begin to ring. He stepped back slowly, hearing the squish of blood and body parts unter his loafers. He picked up the receiver and said, "You're in the Gods hands now..."

The man continued to stare outside, every extra chance at killing another person thrilled him. In the background he heard the phone begin to ring. He stepped back slowly, hearing the squish of blood and body parts unter his loafers. He picked up the receiver and said, "You're in the Gods hands now..."

Sarkes looked up at his commander, who just shrugged. "No use. Damned religious nuts. Tell tactical to roll out the 'bots."

5 lightly armoured launchers were rolled out, while the response team was ordered to provide covering fire, forcing the man inside to focus his attention on the tactical squad.

The newest in the line of nonlethal response, the robots were truly a marvel. deployed from what was essentially a high tech throwing machine, they appeared to be a small metallic ball with a number of cracks. Upon landing, they quickly compared their location to preprogrammed information, and would unroll, rubber-encased feet dampening the noise as they quickly scurried around their location. Targets could be prefed into the machines, but were also given enough leeway into their programming that anyone holding a recognizable weapon would be deemed a threated. Once targeted, the 'bots would make their way stealthily to a target. If spotted, all attempts at stealth were lost as the 'bot turned into a small but quick opponent. Each was equipped with a high powered taser, as well as a small quantity of sticky glue that would harden rapidly over an area.

He squinted through the windows, seeing the scurries of people. He quickly realized that capture was inevitavle and opened fire shattering the window in front of him. He filled the air with bullets directed towards the police force surrounding his location. He quickly pulled our a small revolver hidden in his jacket and pointed it towards his head, but it was too late. He felt a sudden uncontrollable feeling over his body as he fell to the ground. The bots had stunned him, leaving him helpless on the tile floor.

He squinted through the windows, seeing the scurries of people. He quickly realized that capture was inevitavle and opened fire shattering the window in front of him. He filled the air with bullets directed towards the police force surrounding his location. He quickly pulled our a small revolver hidden in his jacket and pointed it towards his head, but it was too late. He felt a sudden uncontrollable feeling over his body as he fell to the ground. The bots had stunned him, leaving him helpless on the tile floor.

The screams for medics went up after a slight silence as a chance volley slammed into the neck of one of the officers, leaving him to collapse on the ground, looking dumbfounded as he clutched his neck. Air escaping from his lungs as he tried to talk caused the blood to bubble, but all the officer could do is slowly asphixiate as medics attempted to staunch the bloodflow.

The rest of the squad moved on to sweep the inside of the building, securing the gunman as medics moved in to check the bodies.

Once secured, the gunman was moved to the back of an armoured prisoner transport vehicle. An officer took the liberty of slamming the butt of his rifle into the unconcious man's stomach before the van doors were closed.

Somewhere in Akaros, Dar'i'karan Empire

The man slowly began to come back to consciousness. With his eyes heavy, and his brain in a deep state of grogginess, he slowly crept his eyes through the unfamiliar room. He tried to pull his hands up, but it was no use, they had been bound to the chair he was seated in, which also appeared to be bolted to the floor. He drifted in and out of consciousness, nearly forgetting what he had committed earlier in the day...

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Base Location...Hidden

The Shadow laughed to herself as she fiddled with the other weapons of torture that she would soon be inflicting on the Jarridian family. She new that Jarridia would not succumb to just one death, and because of that, She had many things planned to befall the nation.

Prepared to release her second statement, she stood on her mark. As always, her face was shrouded in darkness, allowing only her blonde hair to be seen. The video began to record,

"As always, Jarridia...you have shown the reasons why you must be destroyed. Your people suffer under your insolence, and only time will tell which ones survive and which ones do not. Perhaps they will be more intelligent than their current leadership is. I am not a completely heartless person, and shall give you a reprieve to rethink my offer. However, do not think that I will allow your first denial to go unpunished. All decisions have consequences, dear Jarridia, and you shall continue to feel my wrath until you comply or destroy me."

She turned from the camera and made her way towards a tray that was sitting next to another Jarridian child. The young boy quivered as SHE approached him. They were all still covered in the brains and blood of the first killing. The tears still dangling from their eyes. The Shadow showed no emotion as usual, and the mother of the family sat, staring forward, her soul seeming to have escaped her still living body. The Shadow picked up a pair scissors and cut through his shirt and shorts, removing them both. She picked up a small vial on the tray with a dropper. She knelt behind him, giving him a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek and stood back up. She filled the dropper then tugged his head back. Opening both of his eyes wide, she squirted the fluid in both of them and the boy shrieked in pain. The Hydrochloric Acid ate his eyes. Glimpses of red could be seen as he opened them, trying to clear them out. His hands jerked upwards to rub them but it was no use, he could do nothing but squirm and cryout, blooding running down his face. The Shadow watched his pain inquistively, taking in every moment of pure joy before continuing her broadcast of the torture. She returned to the boy, who had began to settle but still writhing in pain. She picked up a sharp blade and slowly began removing a large chunk of skin on his abdomen. In her other hand she scooped a hand full of salt in her hand a began to sprinkle it over the open and bloody wound. The boy's body immediately sprang to live as he tried to wipe the salt away, but it had already begun to burn the opening. His family looked without emotion, or perhaps every emotion was running them and their brains unable to cope with the situation. Either way, the boys pain and anguish was delightful to the Shadow as she reapproached the camera.

"Every hour that goes by, I shall remove another peice of skin and place more salt on it. As you can see, I am not coward, Ms. Thoreson. Perhaps it is you that is the one afraid of defending your nation and people. You know what you must do, or I will continue to degrade this human flesh."

[QUOTE=Angelic Freedom;12952428]Somewhere in Akaros, Dar'i'karan Empire

The man slowly began to come back to consciousness. With his eyes heavy, and his brain in a deep state of grogginess, he slowly crept his eyes through the unfamiliar room. He tried to pull his hands up, but it was no use, they had been bound to the chair he was seated in, which also appeared to be bolted to the floor. He drifted in and out of consciousness, nearly forgetting what he had committed earlier in the day...

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13th Precinct Police Station, Inmate Interrogation Chamber

A man walked through the door, taking note of the prisoner. He set up a small table in front of the prisoner, and rested his smooth metal briefcase on it. Slipping on a pair of latex gloves, he pulled out a dossier. Skimming through it again, he glanced up. He adjusted his glasses, brushing his short brown hair to the side. In all respects, he seemed wholly unremarkably, except his fastidious cleanliness. He watched the prisoner rouse himself. He clicked on a voice recorder, which he set on the left corner of the table.

"Hello," he said, in a voice that seemed almost friendly and welcoming. "Have you been given food, water? I shall send for some if you need it. Now, I can imagine you're in a bit of a shock, waking up in a cold, metal room in confinement. I can further imagine that you did not expect to be captured. You likely possessed some notion that you would be killed in the ensuing firefight, or, as video has shown, by your own hand. Well, best laid plans, and all that?" The man smiled, seemingly sympathetic the the prisoner's plight. "Unfortunately, neither of these happened. Thus, it leaves you in my capable hands. I will be conducting an interview, and I expect you to be forthright and honest in your answers." He locked eyes with the prisoner. "Do not disappoint me." He gave another of his smiles.

"Now, the questions. First, of course, is your name. Who are you, and where are you from? What motivated you to kill 32 people in a store?"