NationStates Jolt Archive

“The sky is truly beautiful tonight,” the young teenage girl whispered, holding tightly to her boyfriend laying in the field next to her. He shifted slightly, looking into the sky and laid his head into the grass.

“That it is babe,” He said, turning his head to look at her. She grinned again at him, resting her head upon her arm while he leaned in to kiss her. “I’m really glad you came with me,” He said afterwards.

“I am too,” She replied. They returned to looking into the black sky, under a blanket of a million stars throughout the cosmos. A shooting star crossed the sky, and her boyfriend pointed.

“Look! A shooting star!”

“I see it, its very beautiful, but its strange.”

“How so?” He asked, confused.

“It has a green color to it, the trail behind it. I’ve never seen that before.” She replied, her brow furrowed, thinking about it.

“Huh, must be a special one then.” She nodded.

“Yeah, must be.” Immediately afterwards, another came even closer, striking down into a mountain some two hundred yards from where they lay, exploding into the mountain and causing a shockwave to surge through the ground, shaking the couple fiercely.

“Oh my god!” Cried the girl. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah sweet heart,” Her boyfriend replied, standing up and brushing dust shaken up from the ground off his T-shirt. “Lets go check it out. Maybe I can like, find some beautiful space crystal for you.” She giggled. And took his hand as he led her through the upgrown glen into the hillside where the meteor had landed. They climbed into a thicketed area, into the side of the mountains which were secluded by dense forest and underbrush. Continuing upward for almost an hour, they finally came up to a cave created by the entry of the meteor.

“I don’t like this,” the girl said, looking around shining her flashlight around the mouth of the cave. “Maybe it could collapse.”

“Nah, its fine,” The boy replied. “Wow, it sure is deep! Look how far the beam travels!” He shined the light farther into the cave as they continued. Looking upwards, the heat from the meteor turned some of the upper layers of rock and sand into glass, leaving a strange greenish glow on everything. The cave was immense, several dozen feet high and about the same width. He himself was shocked the mountain didn’t collapse, but was sure that the area was secure enough for him and his girl to safely traverse. They neared the meteor, and saw an amazingly bright a beautiful emerald glow from the rock exterior, which appeared to have spread into the ground around it.

“Sweet Jesus,” The girl whispered, her eyes wide in awe. “Its beautiful! The most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen!”

The boy nodded himself. Though the simple fact that his girl wanted it was enough to tempt him to go collect some, the thought of fortune for collecting such rocks did not fail to cross his mind either. Finally, he worked up enough nerve to say, “I’m going to get some.”

“Ok, but be careful!” She said, looking over her shoulder back down the cave. He neared it slowly, cautiously, and felt a slight tingling as he approached, an odd feeling coming over him, slowly, ominously. He shook it off however as mere fear of this unknown extraterrestrial object and its minerals. Upon the cave floor several feet from a larger patch of this green field of crystals, was a smaller bunch of seven or eight individual crystals jutting out crookedly from the earth. He grabbed one and immediately realised his awesome mistake.

His hands burned, but the incredible amounts of radiation and heat being thrown off from the crystal welded the object to his clenched hands. He screamed in pain. The girl panicked, shrieking in horror as slowly after a few seconds his body shifted, and fell, writhing in agony upon the cave floor. His skin began to move, changing, becoming more rigid, burning. A green glow emitted from it as it became crystalline and small cells of the foreign substance appeared across his arms and spread with incredible rapidity up into his torso and up into his face.

“Oh god, Samantha! Help me!” He cried for her, but she shook her head, tears streaming from her face. She knew that coming too close to him would mean the same fate for her. She backed away slowly, watching as her boyfriend slowly became a new field of tiberium.



Six hours later
Kane’s Word Cell
Hand of Nod, Central Africa


“Welcome Commander Silvan,” A black uniformed Officer addressed the leader of the Kane’s Word cell of the Brotherhood of Nod. “It is an honor to have you among us.”

“Thank you Captain Edipus. It is good to be here. What is the situation?”

“I’m glad you asked. I like that, straight to business,” The Captain added with a grin, one which Silvan returned. “Our satellites reported a meteorite crashing into a nation called The PeoplesFreedom earlier this morning.”

“Does it contain Tiberium?” Silvan inquired.

“Our scanners tracked it and it’s a positive. We can expect that area of the country to be a yellow at least, if not a full blown red zone within two months.”

“Excellent news Captain, thank you for receiving me right away.”

“I live to serve, Commander.” Silvan placed a hand on the Captain’s shoulder.

“And well you serve, my friend.” He smiled. “Now then, how soon can we get a Black Hand Team in there with some militiamen to secure the area and establish it as a Nod Base?”

“Very soon, sir. We can have men there tomorrow most likely.”

“See that it happens. We need a new base of operations. Does that area have any troubled spots?”

“A neighboring nation apparently is fairly anarchic.”

“That’s incredible news. We can draw new recruits from the populace if need be. Move out Captain, we have work to do.”

“Indeed Commander. In the Name of Kane!”

Silvan nodded, “Death to the Oppressors!”




Twenty-Four Hours Later
Tiberium Mountain, The PeoplesFreedom



“There it is,” One of the Militiamen said, slinging his Kalashnikov rifle over his shoulder. “The Tiberium!”

“Excellent,” The Black Hand Unit Officer said, his mask giving his voice a metallic, otherworldly sound. “We shall begin seeding it to enhance its spread into the region.” The militiamen nodded. They had entered the nation easily. Merely flew in from their homelands. Once there, they purchased weapons from gunstores. The Black Hand’s arrival was more difficult, they landed aboard zodiac boats, however they nonetheless found that their trek to the Tiberium site was done relatively easily, and thus far without confrontation. Hopefully this would continue.

Engineers had flown in to begin construction of training facilities in the region. They were rudimentary at first, rows of tents with make shift targets of sheet metal set up in rows. However it would do for now. Kane’s armies grew stronger every day, and would continue to as long as the people were oppressed and the Tiberium spread. Commander Silvan realized that soon the Government of their host nation would discover them, and there would be politicking to either allow them basing rights or a guerrilla war. Whichever occurred he cared not. The Brotherhood could not be defeated.

Several weeks later after construction and new recruits from the bordering nation were brought in and training began, Commander Silvan transferred over to the new base, ever growing in the backwater of TPF. He grinned sinisterly knowing that his forces would soon be ready to strike at any foes of the Brotherhood. None would be safe from the wrath of the Messiah!

The tiberium had spread fast. Outlying communities had already been overrun, and the death toll was already in the thousands. Worst of all, despite weeks of study, no countermeasure had been found. The tiberium grew over walls and natural barriers, nothing could stop it. The media was already catching on, and for the last week the "Crystal Crisis" had been headline news. Communities in the path of the tiberium were being evacuated by National Guard units. Worst of all, rumors of a terrorist organization that worshiped the strange material was strong on the internet. Soon enough, TPF would know the terror of Kane.

Michael Freedman walked calmly down the streets of downtown Liberty City, the capital of TPF. As he walked, he held a hand on the flap of his large overcoat, staring straight ahead. He was young, only twenty-five years old, and a rather attractive young man. His hair was brown and cropped into a flat top, his face was covered in slight fuzz growing despite his shaving earlier that morning. Young girls passed him by and he smiled while looking at them, looks they returned. He could have any one of them he wanted. But that was not his task. The streets were loaded with people travelling to and from work, and all around was the concern over the "Crystal Crisis." News stands blazoned with paper articles filled with images of the bright green stone and shadowy figures running around in the back country of their nation.

"Good," He thought. "Let them fear us."

He neared by the local police station, which was adjacent to several rather large office buildings, skyscrapers. Businessmen in suits carrying weighted leather briefcases entered and left, women dressed immaculately did the same. He sneered almost imperceptibly. His contempt for these people was unbelievable. While his family and people suffered, they walked to and fro, going after petty material gains. Let them see the error of their ways.

He withdrew a small MP-5 submachine gun from the coat and proceeded to gun down the people in all directions. Firing several clips into the now shrieking masses, he made sure he had killed or at least wounded several dozen if not more. "Death to the oppressors!" He screamed, reaching again into his coat, revealing a bandolier with numerous sticks of dynomite and C4 explosive. He began laughing maniacally as people ran around him, attempting to escape amidst the confusion, when finally he activated the bomb, creating a massive explosion which eveloped the area.

Commander Silvan knew exactly when he did it. He did not know how, but he just knew. And at that precise moment, he smiled to himself. His force Captain sitting before him knew why he was smiling too, and after a few moments of silence, spoke, "They shall know the wrath of Kane."

"Oh yes," Silvan said. "They shall know all too well. Soon we'll announce to their Government that there is much worse that we can do, thus they will allow us rights to garrison here or face a war unlike anything they've ever before encountered."

High Command, Section Six
Several men and women were gathered around a jet black table, the room was completly dark, save for the holographic displays that flashed critical information. One of the men, a tall man with a brown mustache and a grizzled face, spoke. " Death toll is estimated to be around two hundred citizens. We can confirm that the terrorist involved is from Kane's Word, the rumored terrorist cell. As of this moment, we believe this group has actually sped up the spread of tiberium by up to three hundred and fifty percent. Thus, we have classified them as a serious threat. We have been able to hack a number of their internet message boards. We believe they have a camp operating out of the Delfar region, which as we now know is a "Red Zone." Obviously they have someway to contain the tiberium. I have assembled Romeo Force and they are en route to the target area. You all have your assignments. Good luck."

Red Zone 01
Captain James Porter was reading data on his HUD for his mission. It would normally be a straight-forward mission, simply an intelligence gathering mission, but the tiberium made it very different. Romeo team was an extremely elite unit, having gone through decades of missions and trainings, having had their minds altered, having had their bodies altered, and finally having access to exoskeletons. The helichopters soon arrived, they would have to be de-contaminated on their return. Overhead, UCAV's were ready to provide support for the commandos. They moved out, careful to avoid any traps.

While the Nod soldiers in the area did not know the Romeo Team was coming, they had no radar or Early Warning Systems to inform them of their approach. However, the militia units set up across the Red Zone were ready for any comers, and as soon as any made contact, the entire group would know and would converge upon them.


Several militia men stood with zealous vigilance, watching into the darkness for any signs of any enemy forces, their Kalashnikov rifles and PKM machineguns trained on wide fields of fire, ready to engage anything which may come across them.

"Lieutenant," One of the new recruits said. "I hear something!"

"Whats that brother?"

"It sounds like helicopter blades," He replied, locking a magazine into his rifle.

"Hmm, I should call this in. Whether theres anything or not, it should be made mention of."

The team moved silently through the tiberium fields. It was an eerie site, vast fields full of the green crystal, it being strangely beautiful but so dangerous. The Geiger counter clicked constantly at the high amount of radiation. No animal or plant life was left. In Yellow Zones, certain plants and animals could live, but with many side effects and greatly reduced lifespans. The platoon of men crept forward, guided by the UCAV's above. Then, they stumbled across seven or so enemies. They were standing around a machine gun nest, all talking amongst themselves. Romeo team quickly moved into position, raising their silenced assault carbines, aiming, and opening fire.

The sharp hisses of fire caught several of the men immediately. The screamed in dying pain and dropped to the ground, martyred for the cause. The machinegunner, who had been laying down below the sand bags which made up his nest saw the increased muzzleflashes from the suppressors and opened up with his PKM on their position. The continuing fire caught another man who was too exposed in the forehead, killing him instantly. The surviving three men, including the machine gunner opened fire with their weapons. The sharp unique retort of the kalashnikov rifles barking at the enemy positions. One man unslung one of his RPG launchers, and rocket ready, fired into the darkness at the general area of the unidentified enemy.

Meanwhile, across the area the gunshots were heard by other fighters, who came racing to catch the foolish enemies who dared stand before the might of the Brotherhood. Their fallen brothers would not have died in vain. As long as the surviving troops pinned down the platoon, bought their Brothers time to come in to kill the remnants. They only needed a few minutes....

Most of the enemy had already fallen to the assault carbines. However, a number did survive, and a machine gun was now firing into Romeo team. Bullets pinged off their armor, but they would not be safe forever from the bullets. An RPG slammed into one of the exo-skeleton clad men, sending him flying several feet back. His suit immediatly began to treat his wounds, while his comrades send grenades at the surviving terrorists.

OOC- Mind if i join in?

Another brave martyr for the cause died, a bullet catching him in the throat. With his dying gasp, he gave his Brother Fighter a stick of explosive, and attempted to utter a final request, but failed as the bullet had severed his trachea. It didn't matter, the man knew what he had to do. He laid down his weapon and pretended to be dead. When the Oppressors approached, he would detonate the bomb hopefully taking some of them with him into the next life.

Meanwhile, the machinegunner continued spraying fire at them until he himself was felled by shrapnel, covering his body in a wave of fire which sucked the life from him, liberating him from a life of pain and suffering. He died a hero, a martyr, in the name of the Messiah, Kane. The surviving fighter, Hesphestus, as he was called by his Brothers, breathed shallowly, giving nearly no indication that he was alive, and creating the illusion that he was near on death. Hopefully the infidels would come nearer, inspecting their kills. If they did this, he would be ready. He would activate the bomb. Or, if he was shot or some harm came to him, his last act as his body spasmed would be the detonation button. It was unavoidable. He was destined for martyrdom, an assured place in paradise for him awaited his passing. It would be glorious.


Meanwhile, the other fighters approached, dozens of heavily armed Militiamen would engage and kill these foolish TPF warriors who had so dared test the might of the Brotherhood.

OOC- Mind if i join in?

OOC: I've seen that you're population has been oppressed. Its a perfect place to collect new Fighters for the cause. Or you can start your own Nod cell, whichever works for me for the ultimate Tiberium War.

OOC: I've seen that you're population has been oppressed. Its a perfect place to collect new Fighters for the cause. Or you can start your own Nod cell, whichever works for me for the ultimate Tiberium War.

OOC: The Brotherhood of Nod, eh? From Command and Conquer the Tiberium Wars. I love that game. With Hassan and that crash-landed alien ship. I might help the Nod. Don't know. We'll see..

OOC: I've seen that you're population has been oppressed. Its a perfect place to collect new Fighters for the cause. Or you can start your own Nod cell, whichever works for me for the ultimate Tiberium War.

OOC- i'm more against tiberium, after playing may hours of CnC 3. my armies are here to help the TPF troops

OOC- i'm more against tiberium, after playing may hours of CnC 3. my armies are here to help the TPF troops

OOC: Might I inquire as to what armies? It seems to me you've been pretty well beaten.

Romeo team moved towards the bodies of men, but before they could get to close, their motion sensors alerted them to another group of enemy militiamen moving to attack them.
" Golden-Bird, This is Black Bird, we may have stumbled across one of their camps. Advise reinforcements or further recon."
The Romeo's now turned to face their newest thread, aiming with deadly precision and throwing grenades here and there.

Romeo team moved towards the bodies of men, but before they could get to close, their motion sensors alerted them to another group of enemy militiamen moving to attack them.
" Golden-Bird, This is Black Bird, we may have stumbled across one of their camps. Advise reinforcements or further recon."
The Romeo's now turned to face their newest thread, aiming with deadly precision and throwing grenades here and there.


It was now or never, and the Fighter knew it. He saw the platoon had changed its focus to another direction, so he quickly jumped to his feet and ran the few feet into the middle of the group.

"ONE MISSION! ONE PURPOSE!" He shrieked as he detonated the bomb, causing a massive explosion which rocked the night. Meanwhile, the newly arrived fighters fired their own automatic weapons, grenades, and rockets into the enemy mass. The enemy was now doomed.

OOC:

Kanes Word: You could try to recruit people in the Fatherland of Xharn. I recommend that your agents stay in the shadows to avoid the ever watching eyes of X.I.N. (Xharnian Intelligence Network) The Fatherland's secret police and Intelligence arm...

OOC: Might I inquire as to what armies? It seems to me you've been pretty well beaten.

OOC- more specops elements, marines and Kal'Har infantry. i'll be making a big IC post later

OOC:hope you guys don't mind if i join.

Major Rommel paced back and forth in his office. He had heard the startiling news of another tiberium threat. Oblivion2 was a lucky country to be found in the middle of the pacfic, that was one of the few places tiberium would have trouble reaching. Still he felt on edge, almost as if the sky was about to fall.

*Encoded message to the TPF*
From Oblivion2 Minister of foregin affairs and the Minister of defence.

Greetings to our friends the TPF, word has reached our ears about the tiberuim menace. Our Noble nation would like to extend a helping hand to yours. We have been studying tiberuim for quite some time now and we belive we have found a way to harvest the tiberuim and use it as an energy source whilst cleansing your lands of it's presence. Please reply soon.
Thank you for your time.

Distracted by the militiamen's attack, the suicide bomber was able to make it into the middle of the group. He exploded, and even the powerful exoskeletons were unable to save some of the Romeos as they joined the fanatic in the afterlife. The surviving Romeo's got behind cover and continued to fire, but soon they were joined by two Dragon helichopters. The UCAV's soon opened fire upon the enemy with deadly fifty caliber rounds and 2.7 inch rockets.

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