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OOC: Please, use this thread as an opportunity to improve communication with us or others, provide alliances, opinions or trade agreements. With the amount of conflict in the NS world at this time, I thought this would be good =]

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16 July, Nova Picti - Official Network News.

"Liberation in Nova Pictavia"

Nova Pictavia, under authority of the first minister, Galan Mckay and the joint socio-enviromental government in the New Pictish Parliament has officially been renamed. Galan delivered a truly passionate speech today in Inverness, alongside lifelong friend and war hero Slaam Rousse, High Commander of the NPAF:

"We have fought for the past half-century for peace, for unity, and above all- for an end to OPPRESSION! We gathered and settled on Hiigara, the cradle of our civilization, millenia ago, and have now rebuilt our nation, our home. It is for this reason that Parliament, on this beautiful day, disgards our oppressed title, as we have found unity through our diversity! WE ARE THE COMMONWEALTH!"

In the international community Nova Pictavia is to be no-longer known as "The Oppressed peoples of...", instead; "The Commonwealth of...". This move has popularly thought to acknowledge a high-point in Nova Pictavia, a point which has been dubbed; "The Silver Age".

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View over the Ness shoreline where the saltire is displayed in the sky.

Following a two-year slump in the economy as power transitioned away from the NP Socialist party to the Utopian party, a number of national changes have pushed this nation to new highs:

The Environmental program:
>All aging powerstations have been replaced with off-shore wind farms, geo-thermal energy stations and hydro-electricity plants, reducing the effects of global warming.
>Green-belts are now fully protected as natural zones.
>Uranium mining is now partially regulated.
>A new clean public transporation system in the form of the new rail network has improved efficiency by 21% in its first year alone.

The Economy has also grown significantly as a result, and the new "Carta Liberatii" has pushed Political and Civil rights to never-before seen reaches of liberalism.

Conscription of the nations youth, as per tradition, is still enforced. However, we are now offered state of the art equipment and unprecedented training programs to safe-guard our liberty.

The UN-Catagory of Nova Pictavia has also been risen in recent years from Democratic Socialists to Scandinavian Liberal Paradise to Left-Wing Utopia, which is though to be the instigator behind the celebrations.

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~Parliamentary Invitation, sent to all

Dear allies and onlookers, you are all hearby invited to attend the Liberation Ceiliedh, where beforehand talks will be held to reflect upon the success of the Combined Hearts Alliance and reflect upon the relative stability in our nations. We also invite all national leaders or representatives with hopes of founding alliances, trade-agreements, or relations to attend aswell. We honorably await your fraternaty!

~G.Mckay
First Minister, New Pictish Parliament.

I for one will be more than happy too attend the Liberation Ceiliedh, me and my wife will attend. we shall be there within 7 hours of departure from our nation. We look forward to looking upon ur nations beauty and culture

Alan L. Lee

Alan L. Lee
President Of Payal

see TG's N.P.

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Liberation Day International Attendees and Timetable:*
*Subject to change

Special Guests Incude:

Galan Mckay and Guest
First Minister of Nova Pictavia

Slaam Rousse
High Commander of the NPAF

Alan L. Lee and Guest
President Of Payal

Delegation of Mad Chester

Ambassador Long
The Great Protectorate of FreeDemGov

Delegation of Overbecland

Timetable:

11:00 - Commencement of street party in Eastgate, Inverness
12:00 - Speech given by First Minister in Falcon Square
14:00 - Post-Peace International Trade/Alliance talks begin in Hiigara Palace
15:00 - Civillian Musical festival commences on the shores of Loch Ness
21:00 - Night Ceileidh begins

I would like to invite you to join an alliance, perfect for a nation with your UN Rating.

Nova Pictavia, I wish to invite you into the Free World Alliance (ooc:http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=532426). In this alliance not only would you gain the protection of quite a few nations with more than 500 million people, access to a slush fund of (at the moment) several billion dollars, and access to cheap nuclear power and uranium, computers, arms and books,and possibly even several other industries such as automotive and gasoline industries.

Ambassador Long
Chief Organizer, Free World Alliance
Chief Ambassador of the Great Protectorate of FreeDemGov

Commonwealth of Nova Pictavia
Official Communication

We would like to firstly invite the FreeDemGov representative to attend our post-peace talks where their alliance may be proposed to all attending nations, including Nova Pictavia, and also to consider attending the Ceileidh. At this moment we also await our allies from the Combined Heart Alliance to confirm their attendance before the celebrations begin.

We would be honored should you decide to attend.

Liberation Day Coordination Centre

From the desk of Cyril Komakino, President of Mad Chester:

We wish to congratulate the revolutionaries of Nova Pictavia for their achievements in the name of freedom and democracy. We look forward to establishing new diplomatic ties and an increase in trade opportunities. We definitely plan on sending a delegation to attend the Ceiliedh.

The Commonwealth of Nova Pictavia
official communication

Mad Chester, you are more than welcome. You will be notified when the celebrations have begun. We are awaiting the arrival of your delegates.

Liberation Day Coordination Centre

OOC:[Bumpity Bump Bump] Waiting for more Representatives to attend the celebration before the RP can start, with a 'bang' ;]

The Esteemed Representatives of Nova Pictavia,

We would be pleased to send Ambassador Long as both a representative of my nation and our alliance.

The Great Protectorate of FreeDemGov

Again with the BUMP! Need more delegates to attend before the RP starts. Also, you might want to make it clear to the Black Agents if you want your delegates to survive ;]

We welcome Nova Pictavia to the world of free and democratic nations. I personally am impressed (and so is the Secretary of the Environment & Internal Resources) with your efforts to reduce harmful emissions and go all-green with your energy consumption. We would like to send a delegation of ours to your Liberation Ceiliedh - I shall be among the delegates as well, so tell your black agents to keep us safe from harm, okay? - and we'll bring some Texas-style catering with us (barbeque brisket, ribs, fajitas, chili) if you'd like.

We hope to improve our diplomatic relations with your country in the near future.

Sincerely,
PyThomas Olbracht
Chancellor of the Commonwealth of Overbecland

P.S. Um.... how do you pronounce "Ceiliedh"?

OOC: lol, just like the name - "Kay-Lay". Expect an IC post later on, should begin the RP in a couple of hours, will jus see if anyone else signs up during.

Also, you might want to make it clear to the Black Agents if you want your delegates to survive ;]

yeah... wait, what?

If there is some element of danger, please be sure our delegates aren't near it... our Secretary of State Mickey Hucknall will be among them.

Cyril Komakino, President of Mad Chester

To: Nova Pictavia
From: FreeDemGov

Are men will be traveling with an armed posse. Also when they arrive they will be picked up by an armed hummvee arriving on the plane directly ahead of them.

In addition, due to a recent air scare they may be a bit late. We assure you, in all likelyhood they will arrive before the night is over. If not hopefully you won't mind discussing business later.

The Post Peace Talks, Hiigara Palace, Shores of Loch Ness

First minister Galan Mckay strode confidently into the sky suite, which was already filled with delegates sent to attend the Ceileidh later on that evening. He was relatively young as far as national leaders go, a man in his mid thirties. Approaching the podium he clears his throat, and rests his hands on the sleek aluminium surface. his unignorable scottish accent breaks through his speech from time to time, through no-fault of his pronounciation:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased that you have taken the time out of your busy scheduals to attend the post-peace talks, and of coarse, you are all invited to attend our liberation ceileidh back in the capital.
"We have entered a new era in our development, absolutely everything in Nova Pictavia is growing for the better, and we wish to take some time out of troublesome international affairs and sit down with those who listen; you. We simply wish to build stronger ties in the international community through alliances and trade aggreements, hoping to spread our way of life as far as possible to those who are willing.
"Now, since I believe my pre-amble is finished, I beleive I shall give up the podium to anything you have to offer to us, or any other nation in this room. i am certainly pleased to provide a video-link to the FreeDemGov representatives whom are still en-route."

With this, Galan walked down from the podium, brushed his tailcoat underneathe him and sat down amoung the other representatives. For a few seconds nobody moved towards the podium, yet Galan remained a picture of absolute calm, even if this was just for show...

Video sent via delayed video link to the delegates of the Ceileidh:

Greetings:

We will be arriving as soon as possible. We are currently about half way there.

The thing we which to discuss is your membership in the Free World Alliance. We are an alliance of almost all 500 Million+ People, including several multibillion nations (Googlewoop and Wilhelm-Hataria). Only those with high Civil and Political Freedoms are allowed to join.

We have signed accords of mutual protection and currently discussing trade agreements.

As your nation meets all such requirements we think that you would be a welcome addition. Thank you for your consideration. Hopefully upon arrival we can go into more detail.

Sincerely
Ambassador Long

Galan stood once again, and took his place on the podium. As he opened his mouth to speak, three GAF-35's roared past, followed by a series of firework explosions. He again began to speak:

"Although I cannot speak for the entire parliament I conclude that I, myself, am very interested int his alliance. At this moment in time, Nova Pictavia is only a member of one single alliance; the Combined Heart Alliance, which, i have to say, has been somewhat inactive of late. I would, however, like to raise the prospect of integrating these two alliances into one single, greater organization. Although this is no-way my decision to make, i will raise it at the Combine Grand council. The president of Payal, who is amoung us today, is a founding member and is definately more qualified to speak of this than I."

An aide entered the room, a beautiful young blonde thing, stereotypical of a national leaders' receptionist. She whispered something in his ear, and swiftly left again.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it appears the presentation is ready..."

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The Commonwealth of Nova Pictavia
Official Presentation

The liberation of Nova Pictavia was based on ideals. Ideals of socialism, equality, freedom and responsability. We believe it is now time to unify the nations of similiar ideals.

Today, socialists are divided, corrupt and oppressive. We see The World Soviet Party siding with oppressers, while the Global Union of Socialist Nations accepts a brutal Capatalist regine, and former CA member into its ranks; British Londinium.

It is time to create a new front, one started by the Combined Heart Alliance and Free World Alliance. It is time to create a new organization, one of longetivity. And this alliance must embrace the ideals of these two fine alliances, plus more:

We must step up to the responability to care for our planet, even if this may reduce our economical power.
We must strive to maintain liberty and political freedom within our own borders.
We must create a fraternity so close, no member nation will be left behind in times of war. With a network of mutual aid and free trade.
But firstly, we must not be afraid to jump into the fire. In order to save the planet and liberate those from oppression we must not fear those capatilist nations who throw their weight around, eliminating smaller nations one by one.

To obtain peace, we may have to goto war. A war for liberty.
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OOC: It most be noted that there are capitalist nations among the Free World Alliance. Also, I personally represent what I call a fourth way nation. Its Part Capitalist, Part Socialist and Part Employee Ownership(I guess Syndicalism would be the word)

In no way are we devoted to confronting CA heads-on or otherwise.

As a fourth-way nation, would you be interested in said alliance if it was less... confrontational and more defensive?

See the way we see it is capatalism is largely based on gaining capital from what you sell, so that you get the better deal and the buyer/employees get what's left. To us, this is basically imoral. It is a system based on greed and is simply unethical. We believe the feudalistic hierarchy of corporate economies to be somewhat, backwords, and not truely democratic.

Now, we are still very pro-free market, however we favour a democracy centered on the left, where everyone is paid what they deserve for their work, and the buyer pays what the item is worth.
This is basically a socialist economy, which is what you have described, I think...

...of coarse no-one is every really right on these kind of issues so... opinions?

As a fourth-way nation, would you be interested in said alliance if it was less... confrontational and more defensive?

See the way we see it is capatalism is largely based on gaining capital from what you sell, so that you get the better deal and the buyer/employees get what's left. To us, this is basically imoral. It is a system based on greed and is simply unethical. We believe the feudalistic hierarchy of corporate economies to be somewhat, backwords, and not truely democratic.

Now, we are still very pro-free market, however we favour a democracy centered on the left, where everyone is paid what they deserve for their work, and the buyer pays what the item is worth.
This is basically a socialist economy, which is what you have described, I think...

...of coarse no-one is every really right on these kind of issues so... opinions?

Nova Pictavia,

We just created a new alliance. The work is not even over yet. I don't want to do that again.

FreeDemGov,

(See how patronizing it is using someones name like that?)

The work hasn't even started for your alliance! Wait till you get invaded, (although I'm not sure but are you not already in a war?) or worse, you run out of things to talk about and everyone gets bored! ;]

FreeDemGov,

(See how patronizing it is using someones name like that?)

The work hasn't even started for your alliance! Wait till you get invaded, (although I'm not sure but are you not already in a war?) or worse, you run out of things to talk about and everyone gets bored! ;]

OOC: Well we haven't been invaded. And I'm not currently in a war, unless someone's finally revived the Drake Revolutions thread. But my point is I just founded an alliance and we're still organizing. If you want in thats great. If not I'm not founding a new alliance.

The Arrival...... ( Nova Pictavia )

" Please place your bags under the scanner and place all metal objects that you have in the tray an walk over to me." yelled the security operator as the group of people disembarking from the plane that arrived from Arab-Canada.

One man by the name of Rikken was a passenger of that craft. His luggage had passed through without incident, but the objects in his luggage was in so many different pieces that nothings could be associated with it. But this time of careful security and protocol something was always possible. So a little extra cover was added to ensue your eyes where fixed on him for to long. A young man with an obviously disturbed face walked into the airports common area. his faces so disturbing that was would not be unbelievable to someone would report him.

The young man walked to a large open area where people where quickly moving around trying to make sure they get to their planes on time. The man looked around an saw the nearest guards and waited till they walked off doing their rounds. The man then took out two pineapples grenades and pulled the pins then rolled them on the floor in different locations. Then he took a duel WTI machine pistols and began to fire indiscriminately into the crowd. about the time he started to fire the grenades set off sending body parts and shrapnel in all directions. After wasting both mags the man put in a fresh mag and took to shooting the windows of the airport that overlooked the tarmac. the man ran out the broken window and fired at the airports fuel storage tanks.

With the man attack on the airport the guards being distracted ran to the area of the attack, leaving Rikken alone to just pass through the checkpoint. As Rikken left the checkpoint he retrieved his luggage and made his way to exit so he could leave. but as he began to exit a guard stopped him in the confusion Rikken turned around with and Assassins quickness and snapped his neck, letting the guard fall to the ground. Rikken then left the building acting like a concerned citizen running to the parking garage where he looked around for the security cameras noticing three of them, he calculated the range and view of each then found a car where he saw the owned getting out. Rikken quickly made his way over to the owner and the car. Swiftly killing the owner, Rikken then stole the car and the man identity. Changing his Id card to show Rikkens face. He then ran the man credit cars through his number scanners and acquired the cards pin numbers.

It was time to find a good base of operations.....

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Breaking News -Terrorist Attack at Inverness Airport

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A lone gunman opened fire today inside the security terminal of Inverness City Airport today, killing 9 people and injuring 11 others before he was shot dead by Airport tactical response soldiers. It is unknown who the gunman was.

All private and commercial flights have been grounded. Exeptions are granted to international and military personnell.

Tongihts precedings are expected to continue on as expected, although the NPAF has been called in to supervise the Ceileidh in Falcon square.


SIC: Hiigara Palace

"Gentlemen, It appears, not just five minutes ago, there was a terrorist attack in Inverness City Airport. For your secuirity we will be transporting you to Falcon Square for the Ceileidh immediately in PACIS AFV's, that is, if you still wish to attend. We must not let terrorism ruin our liberation!"

With that Galan urged the delegation to their feet and directed them outside and towards the IFV's. A substantial amount of soldiers, Challenger - II tanks and anti-aircraft guns had materialized since the diplomats entered the short-lived post-peace talks two hours beforehand...

Slaam Rousse looked out over Falcon Square form his room in the Eastgate Hotel. "This is gunna be one hell of a party..." he murmers as he slips a colt .45 underneath his kilt.

Sunlight pierced the room as the curtains were drawn back. It was a clear day but changes were expected. The man who had just woken up put on his slippers and immediatly made his way to his office. The man was of Indian descent and was only known as Amrit. No one knew who he really was and not many people knew what he did. Those who did either worked in the same field or were now corpses.

Amrit accessed his computer checking on the events he was tracking but one jumped out at him, the one he had been waiting for:

Breaking News -Terrorist Attack at Inverness Airport

So Phase 1 had finally begun. It was time to contact the others to further things along.

" I guess thats the first change of the day", Amrit muttered to himself...

To the leaders of Nova Pictavia:

We are sorry to hear of the terrorist disruption. We will dispatch a couple of National Guard units to help safeguard Falcon Square so such a travesty will not happen there. We just talked with Mr. Hucknall... everyone in our delegation is safe and still having a good time. Here's hoping things run more smoothly from here on out.

Yours etc.,
Cyril Komakino
President of Mad Chester

Dear Nova Pictavia,

This terrorist situation is unfortunate. We were going to send some delegates but this has changed our mind. However, if you require troops we will send some. And, if you can assure us that the situation is safe, our delegates may join this conference.

Signed,

Thomas Vanek
Chris Drury
Ryan Getzlaf
Daniel Briere

Princes of the VDB

Rikken drove towards downtown looking for a place to begin his operations from. And no better place to begin operations then a motel. Rikken drove until he found a small motel called the Falcons eye, which proudly claimed to have the best view of Falcon Square. Rikken pulled the car around to the parking lot and got out his luggage and walked inside to the front desk where a rather large sweaty man was sitting on a lawn chair watching a fuzzy rerun of "The Brady Bunch".

As Rikken walked inside the man held his finger up to hold Rikken from speaking until a commercial began to play. The man peeled himself from his lawn chair and made his way to the desk. The man was disgusting and Rikken wanted to kill him, but to kill him now would draw unneeded attention to himself. So Rikken just calmly requested a room on the top of the motel. The man nods and takes out a key from under the desk and makes out a total sheet and requests a credit card. Rikken pulls out the wallet and takes out his ID and the credit card and lets the sweaty man make a manual credit card swipe. Rikken then takes the key and walks up the stairs to the top floor where he finds his room number.

As Rikken puts the key into the doors lock he hears screams coming from the room next to him. So Rikken puts his bags down and walks over to the door and calmly knocks 5 times. The screaming stops as a man opens the door and tells Rikken to mind his own business, but in much more colorful wording. Rikken looked at the man and punched him in the face and pushed him inside. the other person in the room was scared and backed up into the bathroom. Rikken looked around found a pistol. Rikken put the man on the bed and went to his bags where he got out a vial of Heroin in its purest form and a needle. Rikken then took the man arm and injected him with a large dose. Leaving the vial and needle in the room he sprayed a oil dissolving solution and cleaned his shoe prints. Rikken then took the mans hands and touched the vial and needle making it look like he was taking drugs.

Rikken then opened the bathroom door and took out the other person. It was a woman, a prostitute by the looks of her body and face. Rikken Took the mans pistol and shot the woman in the head then took the gun back to the man, cleaning his prints Rikken touched the pistol to the man and left the pistol back where he found it. As Rikken walked be to the man he picked him up and dropped him out the balcony on the the cement below. Rikken was sure to not be seen and then called the police with a cell phone from outside the door, claiming he heard gun shots. Rikken then waited for police to arrive to give his testimony. When the police arrived he told them what everyone else told them, he heard shots then came on to investigate. Rikken then unpacked his things and begun to study the Falcon Square area for possible blind spots and possible explosive placement.

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The Commonwealth of Nova Pictavia
Official Communication

Dear Princes of the VDB, although we are saddened that you could not make the celebrations, we fully understand your reasons why. We thank you graciously for your offer to send troops however the situation is under control. We hope that in the future we will have the opportunity to trade together once more.

To the Delegates of Mad Chester, the Ceileidh will largely be a civilian affair with minimal armed units at the ceilidh however, your units may stay nearby within the town centre itself which is to be closed off during the celebrations, and kept on rapid response.

~Galan Mckay
First Minister, New Pictish Parliament, Inverness

The sun had just begun its decent into the pink swirls of the horizon, illuminating the square. Galan, his wife (Who just so happened to be miss Pictavia ;]), and Commander Rousse all disembarked from their PACHIS IFV. The party was already well-underway, with traditional celtic music playing on the stadium next to the Eastgate. Galan and Rousse briskly walked to the other accompanying IFV's, both clad in full Kilts of the Black Watch Tartan. The only real difference was the enormously unpractical ceremonial claymore sword which Rousse was lugging around. Oh well, boys will be boys. Both men reached the other three IFV's and continued to help the other delegates out, as a crowd was already starting to gather.
A soldier leaned in towards Commander Rousse and shouted "Sir, I recommend we keep a minimum safe distance between the delegates and the crowd, implemented by the guards"
Before Rousse could open his mouth Galan leaned in with a cheeky grin
"Ah, but then how would we dance?"

OOC: I'm with Black Agents & Londim.

Thirty-six thousand feet was a peaceful place to be on the planet. With night all around the thinskinned jetliner and a calming quiet inside of its fuselage, everything seemed promising. They were but the future promised something different to everyone and everyone individually. Most of the 362 passengers aboard the Boeing 747-8 Jumbo Jet were asleep. It was a light load for such a long flight with 105 empty seats. Unusual but not a problem for the stewards and stewardesses who wanted nothing more than an easy flight. The jetliner was flying to Nova Pictavia with people from all over the world. Some of them were going home, others were going to celebrate, and others were going to spoil the fun. One such person was Henry Bernard, an obvious alias. He was one of dozens of elite assassins and "black agents" for the Illuminati's security operations department, affectionately called the Nacht Schatten, or "Night Shadow." These men were modern day, Western equivalent ninjas. They were required to be as discreet as possible, as effective as possible, and as uncaring as possible. They were assassins, thiefs, terrorists, mercenaries, defrauders, etc. They were whatever the mission required them to be and never once did two men or women of the Nacht Schatten meet. Operations were conducted only on a need-to-know basis and the wealth of money pouring into the agency enabled the planners and supervisors of the group to maintain complete and total secrecy, no matter where they were.

Henry was a young man of 28 but he had been a veteran of two wars and retired from the military as a major after just six years in the service. That was four years ago and he had never let his skills go to waste. The leader of an SOF detachment, he was calm, calculating, and patient. He'd wait seven days in the woods to take a single shot with a rifle or he could wait seven seconds and turn someone into a corpse with just his hands. Fluent in several languages, he boarded the plane unarmed and planned to get off unarmed. After the terrorist attack against the airport, security was heightened severely. The Nacht Schatten didn't want him blowing the operation by carrying a pistol in with him. That would be arranged later by agents already in place through other venues. Inverness Airport was the normal stop over but things had changed since the attack, which had yet to be attributed to any soul although the Nacht Schatten was sure it wasn't one of them, or was it?

Henry sat in the back of the airliner, his laptop on the tray, nobody behind or next to him. He was lucky in that respect since the airliner wasn't full to capacity. The glow of his laptop lit up the seats around him but he was careful to keep its screen directed towards the window. To prevent a reflection of his screen, he had lowered the shade and stretched out, keeping his seatbelt on to avoid pesky flight attendants.

Henry eyed the screen intently. He was reviewing his operational profile and the manifest. His role was clear, too clear. He was there strictly on a reconnaissance role. Not all Nacht Schatten operations involved blood and bullets. Most of them involved technology, trade craft, and intelligence. Careful planning went into every operation and this was no exception. There was a group within the country already, other Illuminati members it was clear, known as "The Black Agents." His mission was simply to assist them and gather intelligence on Nova Pictavia. He wasn't to take an active or offensive role. The rules of engagement clearly stated that none of the delegates from other nations or Nova Pictavia were to be harmed and especially not killed. He could life with that, he didn't have a blood lust like some of the other Nacht Schatten operatives. He lived for the mission, for the end. He saw himself as the means and often the means was meant not to be seen, heard, nor known about, especially not this time.

"Sir. Would you like a beverage?" The stewardess asked. She was young, sweet, and obviously attracted to him. This was only the fourth time she came over, in just a half hour. She smiled at him as she bent down, whispering to keep the others asleep.

"If I say 'yes' will that mean you are done coming here?" He said with amusement, obviously flirting back with her. He didn't know if she was a native of Nova Pictavia or not and he didn't want to lose a potential contact.

"It might mean that."

"Then I suppose I can do for another ten minutes without one." She smiled and walked away, blushing underneath the darkness inside of the plane's fuselage. He returned to his screen and the flight continued.

OOC: Nice post, I honestly forgot I was reading a forum RP for a minute there. I'm gunna wait until either the delegates of other nations post or I know the other assassins are ready before I make another IC post on the ceilidh, but just to clarify, the ceilidhs underway in falcon square, with all VIP's present.

OOC: Two things. From my end, Henry Bernard is the last of my agents arriving [my as in my group not Layarteb. The profile I am RP'ing is not actually tied with my country]. The second thing I am curious about is what is a ceilidh? Is it just a big party? Thanks for the complements, my RP posts are more like "book entries" than forum posts [see Ride the Lightning or Infernal in my sig].

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Its pronounced 'Kay-lee' Just like the name. Its basically a party with traditional Scottish dances, usually with lots of tartan, booze and pretty ladies. I can't honestly think of anything more fun than a Céilidh!

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Its pronounced 'Kay-lee' Just like the name. Its basically a party with traditional Scottish dances, usually with lots of tartan, booze and pretty ladies. I can't honestly think of anything more fun than a Céilidh!

OOC: Celtic stuff works for me. I thought it was something along those lines.

Reprinted with permission from the San Tomas Sentinel

Olbracht 'in fine spirits' amidst Ceiliedh security alerts

INVERNESS CITY, Nova Pictavia (AP) - Chancellor PyThomas Olbracht is enjoying the festivities at Nova Pictavia's Liberation Ceiliedh even after reports surfaced of a gunman rampage at Inverness City's airport that left 9 dead.

"I admit, I was a little shaken up at the news of the airport attack, and the hearts of me, my wife and my fellow Overbeccians go out to the families of the victims who lost their lives in this tragic turn of events," he said at a press conference in Falcon Square. "Having said that, myself and the rest of our delegates are still in good spirits and we intend to stay for the remainder of the festivities."

Olbracht's visit is the latest stop in his around-the-world diplomatic expedition that included a three-day stay at the Atlantica Resort & Casino in ViZion. As all air traffic is currently suspended at the Inverness City airport, there may be an extended layover in store for the Chancellor in Nova Pictavia until the authorities there conclude their investigations and deem the airport safe for operation again.

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Flights resume as normal

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Tonight, flights resumed at normal across Nova Pictavia's airports, albeit with heightened security across Hiigara. Armed response units have all been tripled in strength to execute patrols across the air estates. PACHIS IFV's have also been dispatched in strength to reinforce troops at Hiigara's two major airports; Inverness City Airport and Stirling Airport.

Despite the terrorist attack, post-peace talks continued as planned, and the liberation celebrations have also continued as normal. At a press conference in Falcon Square, prior to the Liberation Céilidh, Galan Mckay declared:

"If we canceled these celebrations due to the threat of terrorism, they would have one. This defies the whole spirit of Liberation day, and by god we will celebrate our liberation even through a nuclear god damn winter! These people need to realize who they're trying to intimidate! Thank you, no more questions please, I'm sure out VIP's all want to have a dance with some Pictish girls. I know I do!"

At this time it is still unknown who the shooter at Inverness Airport was, although he is not thought to be of Pictish origin. It is suspected however, that it was part of a coordinated attack, perhaps to do with the equipment the terrorist possessed, which iis unavailable throughout Nova Pictavia.

In other news, peace talks between the Furries and their capitalist enemies are set to continue in Hiigara Palace this week...

OOC: Right I'm now going to take a backseat role so I may not post ICly in this thread a lot or even at all. I'll be working with Layarteb and Black Agents behind the scenes.

OOC: Londim, the person you have in N.P. needs to meet with Rikken, he is going to need something from you...as well as from Layarteb.

OOC: Londim, the person you have in N.P. needs to meet with Rikken, he is going to need something from you...as well as from Layarteb.

I don't have anyone in NP. That character is back home monntoring events. He'll contact ICly when it is necessary.

The mood in the airport was something that Henry expected. Since flights resumed, the airport had been backlogged and struggled to get the stranded passengers leaving the country out of the country and those entering the country inside but safely. Armed police officers walked around wearing tactical vests and holding automatic weapons. Henry was glad he hadn't been assigned a weapon for the entry. Due to its fuel state, the 747-8 was given clearance to land and did so smoothly. When Henry stepped off the plane he passed through metal detectors right away and was pleased when nothing alarmed anyone. His laptop had been run through an x-ray scanner as well as his carry-on bag and none revealed anything suspicious since he wasn't carrying anything suspicious. With a smile, he thanked the scanners and walked towards customs. The Nacht Schatten wasn't just the "security" wing of the Illuminati, they were also the technical wing and they didn't just forge documents, they created identities. Henry was one of those people. His name had long since been forgotten in his own mind as he handed over his passport and explained his reason for entering the country simply as "business opportunities." He wasn't lying but he wasn't necessarily explaining the truth. If anyone really wanted to know, he would be in the country to speak to several executives and leaders about the possibilities of exports to a fictitious corporation called Archlight Global, a private equity firm that he supposedly worked for and where his identity led to, smoothly, cleanly, and without effort.

Despite the massacre at the airport, which destroyed several fuel drums and killed nine people, the news stories were correct. People still were in a celebrating mood. It seemed to Henry that they expected something like this to happen. These aren't stupid people. He thought to himself as he cleared through security checkpoint after security checkpoint. After he got his bag at baggage claim, he looked around for his driver. Henry was like most people in the airport. He wore a sharp business suit that didn't attract a lot of attention. In his left hand was his briefcase, which contained his laptop and was strong enough to take bullet hits without being damaged. Around his back was a simple Jansport backpack, carrying his carry-on essentials. In his right hand was another bag. It was big enough to show that he planned to stay for at least a week but it wasn't gargantuan. "Mr. Bernard? Mr. Bernard?" He heard a voice calling. To his right, amidst a sea of people was a tall man who seemed more meek than anything else. He stood out and held up a sign, which hastily said "Mr. Bernard" and he could tell that he wrote it quickly.

"Yes. I am he."

"Very well. I recognize your photograph. Please. This way. My name is Bruce and I hope that your flight was enjoyable."

"It was Bruce."

"May I take that?"

"Please." He handed over the large bag but held onto his laptop case and his backpack. Both of those were far more important than clothes and toiletries, those he could buy anywhere. "So Bruce may I ask your region?" He began with codetalk, trying to find out if Bruce was a fellow Illuminati soldier like he was.

"I come from the east Mr. Bernard. The road there has been travelled many times before," either he was or he knew something so Henry pressed on with more.

"I'm glad to hear that. What of the north? You don't come from there?"

"No I don't. Nobody does."

"Interesting. Why is that?"

"I prefer to remain silent about that matter Mr. Bernard." Bruce knew Henry was a member of the Illuminati and he readied himself for the test.

"This is a busy airport. Is it not?"

"Especially now. There are stewards around us."

"Those faithful?"

"Perhaps."

"One last question Bruce."

"Proceed Mr. Bernard."

"Child or grandmother?"

"Neither Mr. Bernard. Moon only."

"Interesting. I'm glad to meet a fellow soldier like myself."

"As am I." That last question confirmed one thing, Bruce was a part of the Nacht Schatten. He was one of four support "elements" deployed with other countries ahead of his arrival. "You will be supported by myself." They reached the car, which was in a nearby parking garage. Traffic was thick, heavy, and frustrating. "Please Mr. Bernard, for the sake of appearances?" He opened the rear door and Henry stepped into the car. Once Bruce stepped in, he removed his cap and turned around. "Our mission is important. It is our first. We must be successful."

"It is not our first, per say. But it is our biggest. We will be Bruce. We just have to stick to the profile. Now. Where to?"

"Our safe house."

"Glad to hear that."

"You must meet with a man tonight. I know only of a name, 'Rikken' and I know little about the man but it comes from the cadre."

"Understood. For now Bruce. Let's enjoy our 'entrance' into this wonderful place."

OOC: Contact will be made when Rikken and Henry meet at the safe house.

"Mr. Bernard? Mr. Bernard?"

A tall man to Captain Riley's left shouted across the room. He was holding a large hastily written sign reading the same name. Much like many of the people finally getting out of this place after the lockdown, he looked tierd and pleased this mess was over. The only thing is, it wasn't over. That was Riley's job. There hadn't been a major shooting incident in the country for over ten years, and since then personal firearms had been outlawed. It was seeming increasingly unlikely to Riley that the terrorist was just some crackpot who went to all the trouble to find weapons left over from the Liberation wars, just to get himself killed here. A medium built man with a weathered face and jet black hair walked towards him;

"Mr. Jackson, report?"

Jackson cleared his throat, "Nothing Sir," Then he saw the expression on Riley's face, "Well not nothing really, sir, we just can't find anything. Forensics are telling us as much as the news report, sir."

"He must have I.D, Jackson, did you run him through the database?"

"Yes sir, I mean no sir, well he wasn't on it sir, and he had no I.D on him sir. I don't think he's from here, sir" Jackson was getting more and more nervous by the second in Riley's presence.

"urrhh goddammit" mumbled Riley "Right, get this place cleared up. And get me parliament on the phone."

The question is, Riley thought, if he came all the way here to commit terrorism at tonights celebrations, why did he let himself get taken out here?

Then the answer hit him like a punch in the stomach.

He's not alone.

Rikken took his findings of Falcons Square and uploaded them onto his PDA. Rikken wrote all his notes in code, some in easily decrypted then the more important ones in the Special Rogutis Agentie Encryption. The hard notes like the maps and others specs he placed in a black leather briefcase. Rikken took small amounts of C4 explosives and placed them on the inside of the door and wired them for motion detonation with a 2 minute delay to allow him time to leave. As Rikken walked out the door he made sure to check his remote disarm for his little trap. His watches red light indicating it was armed turned to green , then back to red, letting Rikken know it was working. Rikken picked up his briefcase and PDA then walked outside into the hallway closing the door behind him. Rikken walked downstairs and looked at the large sweaty man who ran to motel sleep on his lawn chair while having a large fan blowing on him. Rikken continued to the car he stole. As Rikken got inside the car he placed the Briefcase on the passenger side and his PDA in his coat pocket.

Rikken turned the car over and then took out his cell phone, one of the hundred he had in his briefcase, so he could get the location of the meeting place so Rikken could take him to the safe house. As he finished dialing he placed the phone to his ear and calmly spoke

" Agent 69, location Falcon Square, Nova Pictavia. Location inquiry of "Mr. Bernard" .... ( location is given). Request-send location of meeting- Falcon Square coffee shop time: 5:00PM" After the call the hung up the phone and made his way to the coffee shop to await his arrival....

OOC: Well melded post N.P.

"Here we are. You are aware of the face of our contact, Mr. Rikken is it?"

"I am Bruce. I'll take a cab to the safe house. To be safe."

"And of your belongings?"

"Take them inside. I need a weapon."

"Mr. Bernard, we don't have much here, guns are outlawed so I'm afraid the only thing I have is an SOG Knife."

"That will do fine. I'll need a gun when I get back."

"We'll arrange it." Henry stepped out of the vehicle, his sunglasses on his face. The afternoon sun was bright enough now that the evening came about that he couldn't look west without squinting his eyes. The Oakley sunglasses he wore did just enough to give him the ability to look west without being visually impaired by the sun's radiance. He strode over, towards the coffee shop and looked inside of it, the knife at his side, in a sheath, covered by his suit jacket. He stepped in, eyed his contact, and strode over to him, sitting down in one movement.

"I'm glad you agreed to meet me Mr. Hollister. It was on short notice, I am aware but my company has a great deal of fortune to offer you for your services. You were recommended highly by our consulting firm and, looking over your credentials, I am honored and please to have his meeting with you. Coffee?" He asked as he sat down, keeping his sunglasses on for the sake of argument now.

"I'm glad you agreed to meet me Mr. Hollister. It was on short notice, I am aware but my company has a great deal of fortune to offer you for your services. You were recommended highly by our consulting firm and, looking over your credentials, I am honored and please to have his meeting with you. Coffee?" He asked as he sat down, keeping his sunglasses on for the sake of argument now.

Rikken nodded and ordered a black Columbian cup. Rikken couldn't help but wonder why his meeting was with person who was obsessed with wearing his glasses.

" Mr. Bernard, we are in a place of common appearances and everyday activity. no one is going to remember our faces.. especially after the bomb I placed around the foundation of this building goes off. But before that happens, lets discuss the operation at hand. A number of key high ranking government officials that will be attending this nations celebrations. I have scoped out 6 key locations that would be essential for any number of these officials to escape after the first action is taken. I am counting on the high volume of civilians in the area to provide choke on these points. I am sure that this assassination will also inflict maximum civilian casualties.

By detonating chemical explosives that will only explode after the chemicals mix will be more then enough to throw off bomb dogs. I will also place 10 plastic explosive around the squares outer boundaries. That will occupy the dog on duty so it will increase the chances of not being detected. Those explosions will be enough to block the main exits. I have 3 sniper rifles placed around to increase investigation time after the attack. I will snipe the leader of this nation who will be out in the open during the celebration. I will fire two rounds in rapid succession, first to the head second to the heart, this is to ensure the target is killed. After which I will begin to take as many other officials out as I can before setting off the explosives. I hope this will be to your "Firms" liking? Said Rikken as he placed the maps and other info on the square on the table and slid it to Bernard.

Rikken sipped his coffee then look Mr. Bernard in the glass covered eyes...

" Has your Firm found a suitable replacement for this nation? "

Amrit was well aware of all the activities that were taking place in Nova Pictavia and it now been confirmed that the two agents had met. It was time to contact. He picked up his phone and dialled.

OOC: Right so I'm ringing to contact. Either one of you can have a cellphone to take the call or it could be a call that is being directed to the coffee shop where you can be given the phone by a member of staff.

Rikken was enjoying his coffee when one of the staff members of the shop approached him holding a wireless phone saying that he had a call. Rikken took the phone and waved the employee away to ask who was on the line.

" This is Rikken..."

"The glasses are for medical reasons. My eyes have trouble adjusting to light to dark changes, I am afraid, a birth defect that I am all too unhappy to have. This plan is, for your operations, a solid one that I believe has been fully and properly researched. I am proud that you are not wreckless in this manner and this respect. However, my firm has a different take to the situation here. We are constricted by a much more rigid and much different set of rules and edicts.

"For instance. My mission here and the mission of my firm is merely in the support realm. We are here to support you in your endeavor through passive means. That means I will not be squeezing a trigger. My firm specializes in duties that are loosely defined and are often subject to changes and rewrites. The duties I bring hencefourth to you here is a duty of reconnaissance and espionage. That is correct. I am skilled in the art of reconnaissance and I bring fourth the ability to commit both 'old-fashioned' and 'technological' espionage, my specialities in those respects. I have other specialities but those are not necessary at this time.

"In so far as my firm is concerned with this nation. That information is not yet set in stone so I have little to share. I apologize for that matter." He said, adjusting his glasses as he looked out of the window towards the setting sun.

Rikken nodded at the compliments given by Harry as he adjusted his sunglasses.

" Your firm has nothing to worry about. I have made arrangements for you in the motel I am staying at. And don't worry about security, the motel owner is a mindless idiot and is easily fooled. There we can discuss any potential actions I need you to complete. I am glad however to hear you are skilled in technological means of espionage. I may need to to run false information on line to help keep the local authorities busy on wild goose chases. But we have spoken enough for now. I think we had better retire for the night. I fear to many ears have already heard to much. " said Rikken as he listened to the phone a little more, pointing to the car he was driving.

Rikken took the papers and information he had gathered and placed them back into his briefcase.

OOC: This is a fast forward of the call Lodium made. Just go along...

"I thank you for your hospitality but I have already arranged for a residence location, albeit my stay may be far more than temporary. Distance between ourselves is not a bad thing as the authorities will definitely be searching whatever surveilliance cameras they have at that airport. It should be disasterous if you and I coincidentally lodge in the same location. We will retire. Further communication between ourselves will be done through secure channels only: encrypted communications, trusted runners, and mailbox messages."

OOC: Sorry for my apparant absence, I have been keeping upto date though. I'll leave another IC post by tomorrow, (GMT time) RPing the investigator, Captain Riley :)

Rikken was enjoying his coffee when one of the staff members of the shop approached him holding a wireless phone saying that he had a call. Rikken took the phone and waved the employee away to ask who was on the line.

" This is Rikken..."


OOC: Sorry about the dleay. Been really busy."

"Hello Rikken. You do not know me but I know you. I understand that currently you are in a meeting with one of my employees. Of course you will understand we are backing you up but will only get involved in fighting if it is necessary to do so. You know your goals in this matter and you will be highly rewarded. However if your cover is blown we will deny and all involvement with this matter. Do you understand?"

OOC: Layarteb... I am assuming that harry has already left the coffee shop and is a safe distance away....


Rikken quietly and calmly replied to the voice on the other end...

" If My cover is blown then I will deny myself on life. To be discovered would mean certain death."

Rikken hung up the phone and left a few pieces of currency on the table and left out the door and opened the door of the car. Rikken quickly put himself inside started the engine and drove away. As he drove around the corner, he took out a small remote detonation device and flipped the switch. He continued top drive until he heard the thunderous explosion behind him. The night sky was alight with the unforgettable orange and red could of fire and death, Rikken continued to drive away but with more speed as to make it appear as if he where ecaping the area to avoid any other explosions... looking more like scare civilian then terror assassin.

Rikken stopped and took apart his detonator and burned each piece while wearing gloves. Making sure to properly destroy each object one by one while disposing them in random points around the city. Making it almost impossible to connect any of the pieces to any other or to the one who made them.

Rikken then drove back to the motel to begin the preparations for the celebration.

bump

OOC: Yes he is.

The ground shook as Henry walked away from the coffee shop. He wasn't more than 400 meters away, a quarter of a mile, when the flash behind him and the noise both echoed off his glasses and his eardrums. He quickly turned around to see the café erupt in a cacophony of smoke, flames, and rubble. He knew what had happened and he knew that his meeting was cut short for a reason. Fool! He thought to himself as people ran out of the smoke and rubble. He stepped towards the scene and looked intently at the rising flames and billowing smoke. He removed his cellular phone from his pocket and quickly dialed a number. "That was a close one." That was all he said. The number was just an answering machine and he didn't know where it was but it could be used for all non-essential and non-important communication. Despite his willingness to the mission he was still queasy about the deaths of civilians for unnecessary reasons. He stepped forward more, closed to within just 100 meters of the blast.

In the distance, he could hear sirens and he saw people running in to help others while some came out, covered in soot, dust, and blood. One woman, who he saw when he walked in, a strikingly beautiful brunette walked out, missing her right arm below her shoulder. She collapsed only a few feet away and a man ran to help her up as the first ambulances and firetrucks arrived. More people came out and Henry was too enamored to leave as he stared into the scene in front of him. He knew Rikken was far away by now but when a child was brought out, mangled and missing his legs, Henry couldn't take anymore. He turned around and walked away, his goal to get back to the safe house as soon as possible. Despite his spotty past, he still had some soul left inside of him.

OOC: Wait, bombs? Why bombs!? If I've missed something or got this wrong I'll edit the post

NPPF (Nova Pictavian Police Force) headquaters, Inverness

"SIR, SIR!" Jackson screamed, while running into Riley's very desirable top-floor office. It was really more like a penthouse.

"What the hell's wrong?"

"Another terrorist attack Sir, this time in Falcon square." Then his tone lowered alltogether, "Bombs, Sir..."

"Fucking hell! FUCK.... FUCK!!" Riley shouted, slamming his fists against the desk, before taking a deep breath and continuing;

"Get Parliament back on that goddamn phone, and notify Commander Rousse, I want to submit a recommendation for martial law within a three-mile radius of any key locations, including the airporst and Falcon Square. FUCK!"

"Right away, sir"

Twenty minutes later his secretary entered the room, "Parliaments ready to take your call, Captain Riley"

"'Bout goddamn time..." He mumbles as he grabs the phone.

"Mr. Mckay, I need every resource at my disposal, that means martial law, full database access and Intelligence reports..... Yes sir, thank you sir.....I will sir." Riley hung up and sighed. This couldn't get much worse. Then Jackson reappeared.

"For God's sake Jackson there's a million bloody things you could be doing right now!"

"I know sir, I mean I have sir, been doing stuff sir..."

Riley raised an eybrow and spread out his hands

"Well, Jackson?"

"We have a suspect, we just don't know who he is..."

"Clear as bloody mud Jackson. If you value your job you will enlighten me further..."

"Sorry sir, I mean to say surveilance has came through from Falcon Square. One individual was present at both attacks, although CCTV isn't clear enough to be exact, bu he matches. He just doesn't have an identity either..."

"Find him, use every camera in Inverness, hell, use every camera in fucking Pictavia! Just find the bastard! I'LL SHOOT HIM MYSELF!!"

"One more thing, sir, they want you at the scene, to show the public that you're taking this crisis seriously, I mean not that you're not, I mean I know you are, but-" before he could finish Riley cut him off,

"Shut it, Jackson. I'll leave now. And another piece of great news to add to today. I just got off the phone with the first minister. He wants to put a Parliamentary Operative on the case. He's meeting me at Falcon Square. We're no longer in charge of this investigation...."

Captain Riley siged again, then threw his coat over his shoulder and made for the door. He knocked a stunned Jackson in the shoulder on his way out. No sleep for thirty hours tends to make you a tad grouchy.

Meanwhile a column of armor under the command of Captain Kilik tore through peaceful countryside of Hiigara, heading straight for Inverness. And they were not in the mood to party.

Rikken got back to his motel and quickly made his way to his room. As he approached he hit to remote disarm and walked inside. The view from the outside of his window was one of chaos and carnage. The emergency vehicles and their lights and sirens, mixed with the smell of the explosion and he the sound of the screaming people; there was no sweeter sound to Rikkens ears.

Rikken quickly prepared the instruments of his trade once more. This time assembling 3 different sniper rifles, more explosives, and the inert-chemical bomb for the finally. Rikkens darkness was his trademark; The trade mark of the Rogutis Agentie. With lightning quick speeds the items are assembled and readied for immediate use.

He then turned to face his best weapons and means of terror. His armor. The fabled armor of the Agentie. Light, augmenting, and has more factory extras then a stealth bomber. Coupled with its ability to stop small arms and light mounted weapons, it was something to make any person a formidable opponent. The armor was form fitting, and augmented with plated armor of the same metal as the basic form, the helmet shaped as a screaming soul that was condemned to eternal torment, his *breast plate appeared to be as a demons armor. Then his pistols and swords, the main instruments of death that grant the Agentie the ability to kill at will, to dismember who the wish.... in mere seconds.

His Pistols forged of The same metal as the armor- Saberanium and Blood. Durable and light, and as black as the night sky with no stars. The ammo was also of Saberanium, giving them the power to punch through tanks and armor like a hot knife through butter. The swords Long and light, and with black blades- they are forged from Saberanium and blood. The Blades made even sharper by being laser edged and coated with diamond plating, then beaten to widths almost unheard of. When shown on the broad end, seeing the blades from its side it is as black as Rikkens soul. From the edge it is invisible, to thin for the human eye to see.


It is rumored that an Agentie sword can cut off a human leg with a single blow. It was Rikkens favored of his arsenal. Soon the time of reckoning will come upon this nation and upon the mark that has been set before him. Rikken went down stairs and and found the sweaty man sleeping. Rikken swiftly took him out with a single strike of his blade. The mans head rolled on the floor still in the face of he attempt at breathing ( snoring ). Rikken then Locked the front door of the motel and went floor to floor , killing each and every guest. One by one they all fell to his blade. All while they slept, and in the most peaceful of ways. No one was spared not even the children.

Rikken then left the motel while leaving a inert-chemical bomb in the bottom floor. Rikken stayed true to his Agentie roots and was married to the shadows. Sometimes having to scale walls , and hung from the top of street lights to avoid detection. One by one the inert-chemical bombs where placed around. The bombs where placed in the places where Rikken showed Henry, they where also placed in things that where normally located in the area ( trash cans, mail boxes, etc...). Then Rikken climbed to some of the highest buildings around the area and placed Sniper rifles on the roofs while placing planet evidence around.

Once the the rifles where in place Rikken placed other random explosives around the city and around the square. As to help conceal his inert-chem bombs. Once everything was in place, Rikken had to find a new hiding place. And he had one in mind. It would also be perfect for the snipe he was to take.

OOC: Lay. Rikken needs to meet with Henry before the tanks arrive he needs a little help with something.

Henry was sitting inside the living room of the safe house when the phone rang. It rang just three times and then abruptly hung up, a sign that a meeting was required. The phone had been dialed from a pay phone and thus no trace to an individual could be made but Henry quickly got up and examined the caller ID on the box. He dialed a different number. Repeating the phone number once the call picked up, he waited for the voice. He recognized it right away as Rikken, the terrorist dishing unholy hell against the country. He agreed to meet with the man as soon as possible. Dusk had past and night fell over the peaceful country as rescue workers continued to dig bodies out of the café, none of them left alive anymore. He would meet Rikken at a closed down factory on the edge of town in just thirty minutes. It was a long trip for both men but they could make it there in the alotted time frame. Henry would take the train system, getting off at a close stop and walking for ten minutes through the darkened wilderness.

Rikken left the phone and took to his vehicle. Keeping his helmet on, Rikken took the back roads out of the city and to the designated meeting sight. The 30 minute trip was almost like a 5 minute drive to the store. The road signs passing him as he drove at speed limit. Rikken looked over his papers as he drove, keeping an eye out for any law enforcement that maybe trailing him.

Soon Rikken saw the car off on to a side entrance road that looked overgrown and abandoned. Rikken turned off his lights and used his night-vision to drive to the factory. As he approached he turned off the cars engine and scanned the building with his thermal vision. Henry was already inside. Rikken got out and ran to the door where Henry was awaiting him at.

As Rikken walked him he made his presence know with a thunderous question

" I wanted to speak with you to see how you are holding up.... I hope this mission isn't taking its toll on you? " Rikken

then quick said before Henry could reply

" Because I don't want to have to kill you for loosing your cool. "
making reference to Henry's reluctance to see civilian casualties mount higher and higher.

" You are ok ... Right?" he asked

"Did you bring me here to question my personal opinions or did you call me here for a reason? Take your death threats somewhere else, I don't have time for them. My mission is far different than yours, despite its commonality. I will uphold my mission to the letter regardless of what acts you commit. The next time you choose to blow something up after meeting me you warn me first. That was completely unacceptable. Now unless you have real business to attend to I have my own mission to accomplish." He said, keeping to the shadows, a pistol underneath his jacket and a knife there as well. He didn't need nightvision, the moonlight from the sky came through the ill-repaired roof above, which cast down a silvery glow, which I could see through perfectly. He was a former SOF, nightvision wasn't all it cracked up to be, especially when he hovered near a light switch.

Rikken could hear Henry's voice change as he became defensive. Rikken gave a little laugh and replied

" Don't worry Henry. I was only concerned. But to answer you... Yes I did call you here for a reason and the reason is of the utmost importance. You said you would assist me in my mission... Well I am in need of this assistance. These acts of random terror and evil are not as random as one would think. I want this nation as it most alert when I strike... Foolish? you might think. No. If I can see this nations highest alert readiness Then I can adjust for the full extent of if abilities.

To make a long request short... I need real time satellite surveillances of the Square for up to 8 miles all around, with the zoom of atleast street level, and thermal. I want you to arrange atleast one person to maintain a watch over the Square at all times. I also want the view to be avalible to me via my suits computer. "

"You'll have to give me your MAC address to your computer. The satellite coverage has already been arranged, it was how I picked out this place. That and a little old fashioned reconnaissance. The resolution isn't from a spy satellite I will admit. However, it is a highly powerful digital camera on board a geosynchronous communications satellite. The camera must have been installed on there as a purpose but we found it by accident. We've been using it since you arrived. Our resolution is as little as 15 feet on it and we believe it has a GPS bus in it that we could use. We're still exploring that."

" I guess I will make due with the current system. My current suit computer address is ( *********). Don"t forget it. I am a little curious Henry. Whats your take on the current state of the nation here? " said Rikken as he looked back up through the roof.

" I feel this nation is ignoring the attacks.... not the people but the government itself. I have heard nothing of increased security or anything of the like. I feel that they are responding in secret... they are doing something without the peoples knowledge... What do you think Henry?" Rikken asked as he looked back down.

OOC: I will be gone for a little while.. I have to get some dinner. back soon.

"They are reacting as they see fit. The government might not want to alarm the people but they aren't standing idly by. There was once a saying about how communism could infect a democratic nation without it knowing it. It would be done by introducing small snippets of socialism here and there until one day you woke up to find yourself in a communist country. The government may be doing things here and there, small things that maybe we don't notice but one day we'll wake up and find that we can't scratch our asses without them knowing it. They're responding. Tanks are on their way to Falcon Square now, I'm told.

"They won't stand around while you continue to blow stuff up. Whether or not it destablizes the country or not, I'm ill-prepared to make that assumption but don't let it go to your head. The minute you assume they aren't ready to counter is the minute you become careless. Always assume they know who you are, what you've done, what you plan to do, and how you plan to do it. If you think like that you will never make a mistake. Unless you stay two steps ahead of them, your mission here is in vain and my organization is in danger. I will not let you or anyone endanger my organization by carelessness."

Rikken looked intently into Henrys' eyes. And calmly explained :

" I always assume they are looking for me. I never let me guard down. Even the youngest Agentie, Blackatia and Rogutis- knows never let your guard down. I merely wanted your take on the situation. A scholar of my kind once said. Information is the most powerful weapon. Always ask questions of your allies, and watch your enemies, know them and their perceptions, as they are human and will perceive things that we may miss. This is help and aid you in what ever you try and achieve.

Henry this is not going to get any prettier. Allies are far and few for my kind. I want to know everything you know about these people and how they operate. I also wanted you to try and get a hacker on this nations ID system. I want ghost in their systems. Plant false information, and evidence about the attack thus far.

I am sorry if this meeting was not worth the time, but I must have these thing and I wish to speak to you face to face. I will need to meet with you before the celebrations begin. To discuss final preparations. Thank you Henry.

Said Rikken as he left out the door and disappeared into the night.

"These things won't be a problem." Henry said before Rikken left and by the time he got back to the safe house, Rikken's computer was able to remotely see the satellite feed. The hacking was done out of the country and would take time, the government's computers weren't sloppy and they were technologically advanced. It would take time before that could be achieved but Henry's organization were undertaking the task as carefully and quickly as they could.

OOC: How long do we have until the celebrations begin? In real life I am on vacation between August 2 & August 13, out of state, and not near a computer.

OOC: not sure. I'll try to get a hold of N.P to see if they can set a time table for us soon.

OOC: Technically I posted about Galan and Rousse ariving in IFV's on one of the first few pages, so whever you care to begin, time is fluid, so this RP isn't linear as such. On the other hand I find it hard to believe that the government would allow the international communities most important leaders to be in Falcon Square during the celebrations, mostly due to the second attack being in the square itself... This is why I've taken a back role lately to see how this pans out. For the sake of the RP I'm going to continue with Falcon Sq. though.

The glass and rubble crunched beneath his feet as he walked. He stood for a moment, in front of the cafe, admiring the way it's innerds were now spilling onto the street itself. The rescue workers were largely finished now, anyone left in the basement would be dead for sure. The roar of another CH-47 Chinook disrupted his concentration as yet more troops were airlifted into the Square. He shielded his eyes from the sheer volume of dust blowing about, careful only to take a deep breath when the air was clear.

"You, men!" He shouted, just braking over the noise "Fan out, I want every room of every building stripped in a 500 metre radius of the square"

"Sir," started one soldier, about to ask for the man's rank, but then he realized this wasn't just a man, he was an operative of the parliament. In other words, Death itself was standing before him, in full battle armor, yet calm as a summer's night.

"Sargeant?"

"Nothing sir... MEN, MOVE OUT!"

The nearest IFV's had just been dispatched to safeguard the delegates at Hiigara Palace, which meant he would have to wait another half-hour before any armored support would arrive. All he had now were ground troops. And most of them looked very young and very scared.

Captain Riley pulled up in a scarred SUV, looking as bad as the car itself. He had large black patches around his eyes, messy hair and donned sweat patches on his shirt. The Square was starting to look like something from the middle east.

"Mr. Riley, I am told that so far you have led this investigation, and that so far you have been unsuccessful in finding the perprtrator. You strike me as a smart man, Mr. Riley, and I doubt I have to remind you of the consequences of failing parliament..."

"No, sir, I understand" Riley replied in a surprisingly subdued manner,

"Tonight, Galan is determined that he is going to dance in the face of the enemies attack. The first minister is going to continue the ceilidh, right here... Tonight we are going to celebrate all those who have died in the name of our liberty, and that includes those who have died here today, Mr. Riley."

Riley, however, wasn't in the mood for speeches,

"Sir, there's been some new developments. The terrorist flew in from Arab-Canada, and he's been staying in a motel, near the square. Bad news is, we've lost him. He left town some time ago and we couldnt track him all through the city. I doubt he's coming back after what he left behind...."

the operators facial expression intensified...

"How many, Riley?"

"Twenty-nine.Twenty-nine men, women, and children." He said, his voice beginning to brake.

"May Terra be with them" The operative spoke, with perhaps the first hint of emotion in his voice since his arrival. "And his room?"

"The technicians are working on it now, Sir, we're making entry through the roof. I'll be damned if the whole motel wasn't rigged to go as soon as we opened that door. Bastards are lucky enough the place didn't go up as soon as they got into reception..."

"Get the Network to broadcast this to the nation, we fight terror with terror, Mr. Riley, and I want every goddamn child killing capitalist out there to feel the squeeze."

Riley nodded and walked away. He flipped open his mobile phone and hit quickdial.

"Jackson" Answered the other end

"Clean my gun, we aren't going to find this guy until he tries to finish whatever he's set out to do"

Riley hung up, and strode towards the SUV as another sqaud of soldiers broke down the door of an office.

Everyone knew it, they just wouldn't say. This wasn't going to end in a series of arrests, this was going to finish with a series of deaths, on both sides.

OOC: I'll issue a News report detailing Nova Pictavia's response in a few hoursish

Amrit watched the news reports about the attacks in Nova Pictavia. He was keeping a close tab on the actions and would use them later. He dialled through to Henry:

"There are a few things I need to say to you Henry. Our friend is becoming a little unstable. He creates trouble where it is not needed and draws attention where it is not wanted. With all the fun he is having, he is making our job harder. He is only being used because of the skill he possesses. I want you to keep an eye on him. If he becomes any more unpredicatble then I want you to call back immediatly. If necessary a whole Squad will be dispatched to ' solve the problem.' Any questions?"

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Second Terrorist attack ravages Inverness

At approximately 3:13 this afternoon, a bomb exploded in the Lemon Tree Café, Falcon Square.
Although the full death toll is yet to be calculated, it is counted so far that some eight people died, with seventeen wounded a further 3 persons have been declared missing since the attack..

As the incident was investigated, a further twenty-seven casualties have been discovered at a nearby motel, all brutally murdered with no survivors, children included.

Police have now issued a description and CCTV footage of one man present at both attacks who is not of Pictish origin. Authorities ask anyone who spots this man to do nothing and contact the emergency services immediately.

Code One street defense routines are now underway, with full martial law in Inverness and key points of surrounding areas, including all government offices and airports.

As of yet, reports of rioters seizing questionable businessmen and executing them on spot have not been commented upon by the government. Anti-capitalist graffiti is now present all over the city-proper, with public sentiment becoming increasingly hostile to corporations in Inverness.

In relation to the continuation of tonights celebration, the First Minister issued this statement:

"People of the Utopian Commonwealth, I want you to know that we are doing everything in our power to keep your loved ones safe. As we dance with the devil tonight, let us remind him that we are not afraid! We will celebrate the lives of every person lost in the name of our liberty, our home. Children of Hiigara, let us take to the streets and dance right before those who wish to see us oppressed! And should we be struck tonight, I swear the bastards will feel the vengeance and wrath of our forces! Please, do not let those who wish to divide us ruin the most important date of our calendar; Liberation Day!"\

Consequently, it is expected that the situation of martial law will ease off in most areas as the celebrations continue, although the centre of the city itself, with a three mile radius of Falcon Square, will remain sealed off with the only entrance and exists to the Celiédh at secure checkpoints. Reinforcements near the square remain at a heightened state of alert, ready to mobilize should further terrorist activity emerge.

Henry picked up his phone, wary who it was and wary of his surroundings. He was on the train when it rang and he picked up and immediately gave a codeword that it wasn't clear for him to talk. Instead, he got off the next stop and walked to a section of the platform that was deserted. He listened intently and gauged his response. When it was time for him to respond, he carefully placed his tone. "Our friend is anxious to achieve his own goals. He is a determined fellow that I could not respect more except for his methods. I personally believe they are unsound for our objectives but they serve our purpose. As he carries out his mission, it distracts the powers that be from our mission. I am using him as a smoke screen and it is going well. Our efforts have more than been successful, which I know you are aware of. He is, thus far, extremely predictable and with the exception of the coffee shop, I know exactly where he'll be, what he'll be doing, and how. You see, our good fellow is using our satellite feeds. We have his MAC address to his personal computer. Everywhere he goes, we'll know within as close as ten meters, maybe less.

"There is also the matter of his instability. Should it grow we will handle the situation properly. Reinforcements are, at this juncture in time, not necessary although standby is an appropriate action for them. There are five already. Perhaps we need two more but I want them silent." He put down the phone and got back on the next train. No sooner was he on it than his phone rang again but this time the car was deserted except for him. "Yes. No. I understand." He put down the phone. Apparently Rikken's face was all over the news.

OOC: i understand that Layarteb is now away, so do you want to put this RP on hold till he gets back, BA? Or carry on? Either way I'm enjoying this quite a lot anyhoo :) It's good to get to RP wit the Pro's once in a while ;)

OOC: We could continue forward with some non-destructive Rp...IE. The seach for Rikken by Parliament, investigation of the dead bodies in Rikkens motel room...ETC... Its up to you... but in terms of any real movement in the main story I dont think we should...

OOC: Alrighty, lets turn this bad boy into a freakin' novel! Will post tomorrow, little busy the now.

OOC: N.P go ahead with some investigation posts....I'll play along..

OOC: I am back now and I really want to thank you for holding it up. I wasn't looking too forward to reading 50 pages but it's all good, let's get it rocking :). I'm reinvigored with ideas!

Enviornment Secriatist Œcolo Limesord wishes to attend, accompanied by 2 escort soldiers and 3 people from the Secriat.

OOC: I'm also back now, pill post ICly ASAP! Feel free too continue now though!

OOC: Welcome back, NP.

OOC: I gather it's either NP or TBA's turn in realm of posting.

OOC: bumpy?

OOC:Sorry for the delay.... Moving and having to deal with work has made me pressed for what little time I have. I should have a new post up soon and we can continue with this RP.

Henry carefully laid down in bed that night. The events of the day replayed in his head as he shifted his weight, keeping his right hand underneath the pillow, on the handle of a H&K USP. It had twelve rounds of .45ACP loaded in its magazine and though he had the safety on, he could remove it from the pillow, turning off the safety in just one, fluid motion. He slept lightly that night, a byproduct of his tenure in the military. The next day would yield new opportunities and new events. The Illuminati had him there for a reason, to assist Rikken but also to keep tabs on him. He wasn't a member of the Illuminati but he was an asset by proxy. It would be unwise to let him wander around unchecked. Whatever he was doing that night, Henry knew that he was up to no good.

Rikken made his way back to the city where he watched the people below, moving around going about their business as if being watched..or watching. He could see the terror in their eyes as they passed police vehicles, and other law enforcment agents who patroled the streets. The nation was almost at it breaking point. Civil unrest, and continual attacks against them had begun to take its toll.

A sort of irony had fallen upon Rikken as he started to think about his life and the nation he was within. A joyful occasion was in the future of this nation , only to be replace with death, terror, and the uncertainty of whats to come of them. Rikkens life was much the same. Until the Blackatia Agentie / Rogutis Agentie Conflict, he was happy, his life in check. But he heard the words of Aegies and he cast it all aside. And his life became consumed by Death, terror, and uncertainty.

But memories where for the weak and unfounded. Rikken swiftly cast the memories of old away and focused himself to his mission. With the nation looking over its back to find anyone connected with the events that have plagued this nation, Rikken has succeeded in his first mission... Installment of paranoia. And soon even more installments would come...Fear.

Rikken scoped the area where he would now begin his next mission...an orphanage.

OOC: You may or may not know DMG has left the Illuminati.

IC:

Amrit was having his doubts about Rikken. True he was effective but his mthods seemed a little too much. Needless attacks on civilian targets,tighter security. This would make it much harder to get near the Leader of Nova Pictavia. Amrit would decide on a further couse of action but only after watching Rikkes next move.

.:. bumpy .:.

OOC: Sorry, it has been rude of me to not participate more in this RP. I was very busy being invaded by BL and Buddha C among others for a while, then RL stuff took over, and now I'm concentrating on my FT nation (This being her). Anyway, again I'm really sorry about all this, please do not hesitate to telegram me if you have anything to say really. Either way, I'm moving back to uni in the next few days or so, and getting a new flat etc. so I don't feel I can really give the amount of commitment you guys deserve to this RP. Right now I'm pretty much limited to one post a day on the forums, and I'm afraid its only going to get worse.

Once again, I'm very sorry to dissapoint, please do not Hesitate to Telegram IS to contact me.

~Nova Pictavia

OOC: fooey this really had potential :(.

OOC: It is to bad... I was really enjoying myself in this one. My next move was going to be a very different move compared to the normal. No one would of died either...lol But I hope you can free up some time soon so we can get to work on another RP.