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Greal Desert

In the 50,000 square mile desert , most people thought that the Greal desert had nothing but hills of sand.

But they were wrong.

In the middle of the desert was a massive secret military base that was called "Area 76". It has one of the world's largest underground rooms. The rooms had lots of military equipment that was being tested or developed.

Surrounding the base was a electric fence that would electric shock anyone that touches it, it would also send a alarm to the Area 76 security.

OOC: Basically I want this to be a character RP, like a foreigner is wandering in the desert and stumbles unto the fence and Area 76.

Greal Desert

Jack Hawker was driving through the desert road in his jeep. He had put lots of water bottles in his ice pack, which keeps water cold. His jeep had been driving through the desert for ages in his opinion.

During the night he stopped a took a break, then he woke up when he heard a jet engine. Jack was surprised to see a group of jet fighters flying through the desert at night.

Jack started his jeep and followed the jets.

After a couple of miles, the jets disappeared. Jack was disappointed, he was about to start the jeep again, when he heard a noise nearby, he looked down a small road and saw 5 humvees coming.

"Freeze, hands up!"yelled a voice in the dark, a search light turned on and found Jack.

He panicked and started his Jeep and began driving when he heard bullet go past his car, one of the bullets hit his window. Jack grabbed his small Glock pistol that he kept ed with him and fired back at the Humvees.

A Greal soldier fired a grenade and blasted the hill in front of him, making the sand cover his car.

Jack surrendered, and dropped his glock, the Greal soldiers grabbed him and threw him to the ground.

"Whats going on?"asked Jack completely aware that he did not break the law.

A Greal soldier shot him 3 times and put Jack's body in the Jeep, and blew it up with a grenade.

"That was a close one, a few more feet then he could have seen this base."said the Greal major there. the Humvees drove off after waiting 5 minutes.

OOC:
Unless either someone/thing excapes and makes itself known to the general public, or an insider leaks the location to select indiviuals (plus a reason to go there), chances are the existance would remain fairly hush-hush until someone on base makes a major security blunder.

I should know, I've devoted a whole island nation to weapons development and testing, have even invited my own enemies there and they could barely scratch the surface after literally tying them up and dragging them into the secret facilities.

Of course, if info leaked, I could think of many interested in what happens behind those kind of closed dors.

OOC: PROHT, check the "Saber" thread if you wish =P

OOC:
Unless either someone/thing excapes and makes itself known to the general public, or an insider leaks the location to select indiviuals (plus a reason to go there), chances are the existance would remain fairly hush-hush until someone on base makes a major security blunder.

OOC: You could just jump over the fence or something. There are some problems with the fence sometimes.

Greal News Network

"Hello, I'm Alex Pickett, on news today, according to some people that live near the Greal Desert, they have claimed to have seen a secret military base called "Area 76". The base is used to make secret weapons. The Greal Government denies this of course, but witnesses that have claimed to have seen this "base" have been killed in mysterious car crashes."

"I will be adding more news about this Area 76 for the next few ours."

A few hours later, Alex Pickett was shot by Red Skull agents, which was a branch of the GIA. And the tape of Alex Pickett's live address was destroyed. But someone managed to make a copy of the tape....

The man who had Alex Pickett's tape also had something else, a video of "Area 76" which was taken from a private plane before getting shot down.

He had to escape to another country or else face getting killed by the Red Skull Agency. He managed to take a plane out of Greal into somewhere else in SOL, now he was bouncing from North Calaveras to Zoingo, to Zamper to....

Alexander Ricardo went to investigate Area 76. He had a bulletproof vest on, a camera, and a M40 rifle to kill guards. Driving through the desert he found a fence, pulled out explosives, and destroyed the fence. It was only a matter of time.

Aleksandr Dostroi yawned and paced around his post, a concealed sniper's nest 100 yards outside the perimeter of Area 76. He shivered in the cold desert night, wishing he had a pair of gloves to warm his hands. The security hut was modest; designed to look like an abandoned gas station on the side of an old, unused highway, it had blackened windows, a small television, a bank of security monitors, a refrigerator, and little else. It was a lonely job, but the pay was great and the benefits were top-notch. Well, that, and sometimes Aleksandr got to shoot things.

Aleksandr liked to shoot things.

Suddenly, he heard the deep, throaty rumble of a big-rig engine. Barely believing his own ears, Aleks picked up his rifle and moved to a small firing port hidden beneath one of the windows. Sure enough, a huge 18-wheeler was trundling up the path at a leisurely pace. The trailer was marked, "Exports du Khadun." Aleks fixed his sights upon the shadowy silhouette of the driver's head and squeezed the trigger once, a shot designed to kill. Cracks spider webbed through the glass and the driver jerked, then slumped low in his seat. Turning on his radio headset, Aleksandr slowly crept out of the abandoned station, keeping a cautious eye on the truck. Then there was a sharp prick of pain in the back of his neck, and he felt woozy. Vision blurring, muscles spasming, Aleks fell to the ground, twitching gently. He saw, through clouded eyes, several masked faces, felt his hands being tied, smelled the odor of cheap booze and stale cigarettes.

"We have some questions for you, mister soldier man. You will be answering, because you will be wanting to keep intact your arms, legs, and such. We want to know about Area 76. But first, you will be taking a nap. We are not barbarians, Aleksandr." The one speaking let out a harsh chuckle. "We are merely curious about some things we have been hearing with these ears."

Then Aleksandr fell into the blackness and could remember no more.

IC: The Totalitarian State of Red Tide had already known about Area 76, of course. It was impossible too hide that big of a base from sattelite photography. But with the recent revelations, Red Tide suddenly became interested. In the Red Tidean Special Operations Command, maps of Greal were pulled out and unprotected coastline was looked for.

OOC: Whats the nearest piece of deserted coast too the base?

Jason Franshaw was once again at his desk sifting though all the glory of bureaucracy in paper formate when information on "Area 76" fell of his desk...


"God damn it, sometimes i wish EMP were never invented..."

Due to fear of an EMP attack all important documents were kept also in paper form. Usually deep within the Vaults of the MBSA Archive,and under heavy Jaguar security. Some documents had to be approved by the director before they could be placed in their, mostly information about foreign nations and their secrets that Mokastana was entrusted with or just happened to get their hands on. Bending over Jason pulled out the "Area 76" file and glaced over it...

"Greal Secret Ops base...Hmm, maybe i can get tour and trade some info"

heaven knows i need to get out of this desk....

A Highly Encrypted Message was sent to Greal about 5 minutes after that...

TO: Red Skull Agency
FROM: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Actions

We Understand you have a secret Military Research Center Code named: Area 76, sounds very similar to our Research Bunkers west of Mokastana City. I being Director Alex Franshaw of the MBSA, would like to propose a joint research center, along with a tour of Area 76 and in return a tour of our own research center. Please respond soon

Thank you
Alex Franshaw

"Is the equipment ready?"
"Ja, mein freund. We await only the arrival of the prisoner."
"Very well. Prepare the infiltration team. Remember, we ONLY want to retrieve the target data. Leave the rest untouched."
"Ja, Major."

Wagner punched a key on his cell phone.
"All is in readiness, Your Honor... Ja, Your Honor... nein... Ja, sir. We will have the plans for you within the week."

All the pieces were falling in to place.

Office of Military Intelligence, undisclosed location

Thomas Knight, head of secret operations for the Marine corps walked around his office "Sir, we have rumors of a top secret base known as Area 76" Said Jack Cornellius, a Ghost operative "Where!" Stammered Knight, opening up a map "Greal, sir" Replied Jack "Just yesterday we got reports of GIA agents killing a civilian" He aid, handing Knight a file on the area "We don't know whee it is exactly, but we may be able to find it with a thermal scan from one of our GR9 satillites" Knight smiled "They could be developing biological weapons...or worse" Said Jack worried "Ready a squad or Ghost Elites, were going to infiltrate the base"

Alexander Ricardo went to investigate Area 76. He had a bulletproof vest on, a camera, and a M40 rifle to kill guards. Driving through the desert he found a fence, pulled out explosives, and destroyed the fence. It was only a matter of time.

The explosion was heard by the humvee patrol, they drove over to the site of the explosion. Area 76 was also surrounded by a wall that was barely a few meters from the base itself.

IC: The Totalitarian State of Red Tide had already known about Area 76, of course. It was impossible too hide that big of a base from sattelite photography. But with the recent revelations, Red Tide suddenly became interested. In the Red Tidean Special Operations Command, maps of Greal were pulled out and unprotected coastline was looked for.

OOC: Whats the nearest piece of deserted coast too the base?

OOC: The desert is in the middle of Greal, I suppose you could drive up the river to the desert, but Greal patrol boats watch the area.

A Highly Encrypted Message was sent to Greal about 5 minutes after that...

TO: Red Skull Agency
FROM: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Actions

We Understand you have a secret Military Research Center Code named: Area 76, sounds very similar to our Research Bunkers west of Mokastana City. I being Director Alex Franshaw of the MBSA, would like to propose a joint research center, along with a tour of Area 76 and in return a tour of our own research center. Please respond soon

Thank you
Alex Franshaw

Encrypted Message

To: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Actions
From: Red Skull Agency, Branch of Greal Intelligence Agency

We accept your offer. Before you land at Area 76, we need to know if your agents are trustworthy.

Best Wishes
Franklin Grent

TO: Red Skull Agency
FROM: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Actions


I will go myself with my private security first, and trade information. From their we can discuss further endevors.

Thank you

Jaosn Franshaw


OOC: the character is Jason, Alex Franshaw his cousin is an Admiral, sorry for the confusion

Area 76, Greal Desert

in light of recent events around Area 76, security was increased by the Red Skull, some security guards had failed to return to base, causing concerns that anyone that wanted to find out about the base might grab security guards. Now Special op teams were put around the base. Humvees stepped up patrols.

A group of teenagers were killed by Red Skull agents after they entered the desert. Their families were very worried when they didn't get back, so they were about to call the police when the Red Skull agents blew up their house, making it look like a accident.

TO: Red Skull Agency
FROM: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Actions

I will go myself with my private security first, and trade information. From their we can discuss further endevors.

Thank you

Jaosn Franshaw

OOC: the character is Jason, Alex Franshaw his cousin is an Admiral, sorry for the confusion

The Red Skull agency sent agents to the air field at Area 76 to wait for the Mokan leader. The air field was small compared to most air fields, but underground was bigger then anything.

134 yards from Area 76

The four Ghost Elites (http://www.worldwide-military.com/Special%20Forces/Special%20Forces%20plaatjes/SAS_1.jpg) cautiously moved towards the facility, staying totally camouflaged "48 clicks from the target" Said Mark Xanderson, squad demolitions officer "Roger that, guards are present" Replied James Illithurn as he looked through his M82A1's scope "Don't fire yet, we need to stay unknown"

Somewhere Over Greal

Joel Robinson was piloting his Beechcraft-18 aircraft when the #2 engine suddenly failed for no apparent reason(Bird hit engine). Joel struggled to maintain control, but failed, and the plane went into the steep dive. He just barely managed to bring the noise up before the plane hit the ground.

3 Hours Later

Joel woke up to find him self lying about 20 feet from the smoldering wreckage of his aircraft. He stood up and was very confused, probably because of his head wound. He stumbled around and though he saw something in the distance. He moved toward it. When he reached it he realized it was a fence of some kind. His head was pounding. He put his hand on the fence and received a shock. He then promptly blacked out.

134 yards from Area 76

The four Ghost Elites (http://www.worldwide-military.com/Special%20Forces/Special%20Forces%20plaatjes/SAS_1.jpg) cautiously moved towards the facility, staying totally camouflaged "48 clicks from the target" Said Mark Xanderson, squad demolitions officer "Roger that, guards are present" Replied James Illithurn as he looked through his M82A1's scope "Don't fire yet, we need to stay unknown"

In front of them was the wall and guard towers were also on he wall, search lights were on. From their distance they could see big cargo trucks going pass a "truck gate."

Somewhere Over Greal

Joel Robinson was piloting his Beechcraft-18 aircraft when the #2 engine suddenly failed for no apparent reason(Bird hit engine). Joel struggled to maintain control, but failed, and the plane went into the steep dive. He just barely managed to bring the noise up before the plane hit the ground.

3 Hours Later

Joel woke up to find him self lying about 20 feet from the smoldering wreckage of his aircraft. He stood up and was very confused, probably because of his head wound. He stumbled around and though he saw something in the distance. He moved toward it. When he reached it he realized it was a fence of some kind. His head was pounding. He put his hand on the fence and received a shock. He then promptly blacked out.

The Greal guards heard the alarm that someone had touched the fence, 5 humvees drove out and began searching the area.

Later, they found a foreigner on the ground, shock by the fence.
"Take him back to base."said one of the guards.

The tied him up and put him into the humvee

The Gtreal guards heard the alarm that someone had touched the fence, 5 humvees drove out and began searching the area.

Later, they found a foreigner on the ground, shock by the fence.
"Take him back to base."said one of the guards.

The tied him up and put him into the humvee

Joel woke up in the back of a vehicle. "Where am I! what's going on!" he started shouting. He tried to move his arms but they were stuck. He couldn't figure out what was going on. His head was pounding.

Joel woke up in the back of a vehicle. "Where am I! what's going on!" he started shouting. He tried to move his arms but they were stuck. He couldn't figure out what was going on. His head was pounding.

"Where are you from?"asked a voice next to him, it was too dark to see his face.

In another humvee 4 men sat in it
"Should we kill him?"asked a voice

"Not....yet anyway."said another voice.

"Take out those search lights" Said Mark to James "Yes sir" he replied, aiming his rifle at one of the lights and unleashing a shot. The others ran east, using the shot as a distraction...

"Where are you from?"asked a voice next to him, it was too dark to see his face.

In another humvee 4 men sat in it
"Should we kill him?"asked a voice

"Not....yet anyway."said another voice.

"Where am I," Joel asked in a panicked voice. "Who are you. What did you do to me. Where is my plane." Joel was delirious now. He head wound was worsening.

The search light was hit, but more turned on, a Greal guard ran to his machine gun and fired at James (He can see him in the dark with night goggles..)

"Where am I," Joel asked in a panicked voice. "Who are you. What did you do to me. Where is my plane." Joel was delirious now. He head wound was worsening.

They gave him a anstethic,a nd began operating on his head wound as the car drove on, by the time the humvees arivied, the head wound was fine again.

They gave him a anstethic,a nd began operating on his head wound as the car drove on, by the time the humvees arivied, the head wound was fine again.

Joel woke up in a room. He didn't know how he got there. He vaguely remembered a vehicle of some kind. "Hello, is anyone there," he shouted. "Does anyone know why I'm here? Hello, nurse, doctor, someone, anyone?"

Joel woke up in a room. He didn't know how he got there. He vaguely remembered a vehicle of some kind. "Hello, is anyone there," he shouted. "Does anyone know why I'm here? Hello, nurse, doctor, someone, anyone?"

He was tied to a chair

"Where are you from?"asked a voice in front of him

Cameras were watching his every move.

He was tied to a chair

"Where are you from?"asked a voice in front of him

Cameras were watching his every move.

"12532 W. Jorgan Street," Joel said. "Why am I tied to a chair? Where am I? Who are you?"

"12532 W. Jorgan Street," Joel said. "Why am I tied to a chair? Where am I? Who are you?"

"I'll ask the questions, then we will let you go, what country are you from?"

James fired another shot at the guard and then began to run, just as a bullet hit him in the chest. Luckily, he was wearing kevlar, and he managed to recover and continue...

James fired another shot at the guard and then began to run, just as a bullet hit him in the chest. Luckily, he was wearing kevlar, and he managed to recover and continue...

The guard was wearing a bullet proof vest, so he continued to fire. A alarm went on, and the Greal humvees drove outside to follow James.

"I'll ask the questions, then we will let you go, what country are you from?"

"I am a citizen of the Fiefdom of Kelnoriem," said Joel. "If you do not release me my Lord will come for me."

"I am a citizen of the Fiefdom of Kelnoriem," said Joel. "If you do not release me my Lord will come for me."

The man questioning him looked at his files, Kelnoriem was a very small country.

He laughed,"Does your "Lord" know you are here?"asked the man questioing him.

"HUMVEES!!!" Yelled James, running even faster, occasionally turning around and firing at them with his MP5

The Humvee left off a burst of grenades at James, the glass was bulletproof, but it occasionally cracked.

meanwhile, Greal Humvees drove around the base checking for his "Friends".

The man questioning him looked at his files, Kelnoriem was a very small country.

He laughed,"Does your "Lord" know you are here?"asked the man questioing him.

"I filed a flight plan before I left," said Joel. "They will detect my plane's transponder and find it. My lord will come. I demand to be allowed to contact my nation!"

"I filed a flight plan before I left," said Joel. "They will detect my plane's transponder and find it. My lord will come. I demand to be allowed to contact my nation!"

"We burned the plane, but your nation would find Area 76 sooner or later, and you are not allowed to contact you nation."

"We burned the plane, but your nation would find Area 76 sooner or later, and you are not allowed to contact you nation."

"What's Area 76?" asked Joel. "You burned my plane! That was a vintage plane. Why can't I contact my nation!"

The Humvee left off a burst of grenades at James, the glass was bulletproof, but it occasionally cracked.

meanwhile, Greal Humvees drove around the base checking for his "Friends".

James threw a grenade behind him, hoping that it would slow them down. One of the grenades then exploeded in front of him, sending him to the ground in critical condition

"Thanks, Jon. In other news, Greal's national pogo stick team was -"
Static flashes across the screen, and the image is replaced by a small, white-walled room with one chair turned to face away from the camera and four men clad in black tactical suits and ski masks and armed with bastardized AK-47 variants. It was clear that the chair was occupied by a struggling figure. The tallest of the men leaned in close to the camera.

"Greal intelligence, if I may have your attention. We are members of the Greater International Liberation Front. We currently hold captive one of your guards, an Aleksandr Dostroi."
The chair is swiveled to reveal a bruised and beaten man in guard's uniform, still struggling against his bonds. One of the men put a rifle to Dostroi's head.
"We have reason to believe that you have in your posession charged projectile weapon systems; in lay terms, rail guns. We hereby demand that all research on this subject matter be turned over to our organization for the greater good of man. If such technology were to become readily available to such a tyrant nation, all of mankind would suffer. We do not offer this hostage as exchange; his fate was sealed when he murdered the innocent truck driver who came too close to the wrong place at the wrong time. However, we will begin to kidnap and execute your citizens, on your national televised broadcasts, once per day until the plans are delivered to us. If we find that you have copied or duplicated, in part or in whole, the charged particle system files, our campaign of executions will resume, and will not stop."
The man removes his mask, revealing a blond, pale, tattooed face with a grim expression.
"I am Johann Wagner of the Greater International Liberation Front. My comrades and I do not fear your tyrannical methods. Your secret weapons programs will be laid to rest, or we shall seek justice for the sake of the whole human race."
Johann turns from the camera, levels his rifle, and fires a full 30 rounds into the guard's body.
"You will televise an announcement on your country's news networks within 24 hours stating your assent, or we will kidnap one person and execute them. You have our demands."
Wagner leans in and turns off the camera. The static flashes across the screen once more.
" -'s one determined pooch!"
"Haha, it sure is, Susan. And now for the weather.

[OOC: sorry for the double post here, but I didn't want to make one giant wall of text post.]

The stolen Chinook helicopter buzzed in low over the desert terrain, laden with soldiers and materiel with one objective: to steal the rail gun plans that Greal reputedly had. With the plans stolen, they would be impossible to hand over to a GILF representative, and the combination of costant relevised murders and apparent lack of governmental compassion would surely destabilize the Greal leadership. If the plans did not exist, so much the better, for who would believe such a categorical denial?
The copilot looked back, signaled to the team leader, and shouted to him over the noise of the twin props, "Sir, thermals show a LOT of hot activity going on at the installation. It seems like intel was right about the stepped-up security, and with good reason. I guess the news broadcast we saw made this place open-season for everybody with a gun and some spare time. I'm gonna take us down here; we'll go in during the confusion, snag the plans, and be out before you know it."
The captain smiled grimly and then turned to address his men.
"Soldiers, this is the hour of our destiny! We all know what we're here for. Go in, get out, minimal bloodshed. Move!"
The soldiers spilled out of the side of the Chinook and slid down ziplines on the inside of the defensive wall. Guns blazing, they made their way to the entrance of the underground complex.
"Yee-haw," said the squad leader sardonically.

"What's Area 76?" asked Joel. "You burned my plane! That was a vintage plane. Why can't I contact my nation!"

"We are in Area 76, now excuse me, I have to leave, I will be right back, then he drew his Glock and ran out of the room, locking the door behind him.

James threw a grenade behind him, hoping that it would slow them down. One of the grenades then exploeded in front of him, sending him to the ground in critical condition

The Humvve was damaged, 2 men were injured and taken away, the other guards checked James.

The Greal captain was in no mood for waiting for him to answer, so he drew his Glock and shot James through the head 5 times.

[OOC: sorry for the double post here, but I didn't want to make one giant wall of text post.]

The stolen Chinook helicopter buzzed in low over the desert terrain, laden with soldiers and materiel with one objective: to steal the rail gun plans that Greal reputedly had. With the plans stolen, they would be impossible to hand over to a GILF representative, and the combination of costant relevised murders and apparent lack of governmental compassion would surely destabilize the Greal leadership. If the plans did not exist, so much the better, for who would believe such a categorical denial?
The copilot looked back, signaled to the team leader, and shouted to him over the noise of the twin props, "Sir, thermals show a LOT of hot activity going on at the installation. It seems like intel was right about the stepped-up security, and with good reason. I guess the news broadcast we saw made this place open-season for everybody with a gun and some spare time. I'm gonna take us down here; we'll go in during the confusion, snag the plans, and be out before you know it."
The captain smiled grimly and then turned to address his men.
"Soldiers, this is the hour of our destiny! We all know what we're here for. Go in, get out, minimal bloodshed. Move!"
The soldiers spilled out of the side of the Chinook and slid down ziplines on the inside of the defensive wall. Guns blazing, they made their way to the entrance of the underground complex.
"Yee-haw," said the squad leader sardonically.

The Area 76's radar had picked up the helicopters way before they got to the base, by that time, 30 missiles were fired at the approaching helicopters.

OOC: How did you capture Chinook helicopters? my air force doesn't use them anyway.

The Area 76's radar had picked up the helicopters way before they got to the base, by that time, 30 missiles were fired at the approaching helicopters.

OOC: How did you capture Chinook helicopters? my air force doesn't use them anyway.

OOC: they're not your stolen helicopters; they're just stolen. Also, they're flying no more than 50 feet above the terrain. Radar can barely tell a tree from a rock at that height. You'd not be able to find a helicopter at that height, let alone launch a barrage at it.
buuuuuuut I'll play along just for funzies.

IC: *previously, in the helicopter*
"Sir, missiles inbound. Looks to be about 30 of them." The pilot looked nervous, knuckles white on the controls of the pirated helicopter.
The infiltration team's leader looked coolly at the panels, judging distance and speed. "They can track us at this height? Damn. Well, try the basic countermeasures first."
"Aye, sir." At the push of a button, compartments opened and battery of heat-emitting flares streaked outward from the helicopter. Traveling at high speed, the flares were designed to throw off heat tracking systems by creating "phantom" images. To an infrared tracking device, there now appeared to be four or five blurred targets rather than one distinct one.
"No go, Captain. we ditched maybe four of them. The rest are still coming. What do I do next?"
The captain peered over the instrumentation again. "Try the echo pods."
Another button was pushed, and the helicopter launched several large, metal spheres from a large, cannon-like construction on the underchassis. An experimental technology, the metal spheres projected concentrated, multi-frequency radio wave "noise" that would scramble radar guidance. The Chinook's radar, programmed with the frequencies used by the echo pods, would navigate by using the radar "noise."
"Sir, we've ditched most of the missiles. It looks like we've still got two incoming. Impact in 90 seconds." The tension in the helicopter was palpable.
"Take us down, Lieutenant."
"WHAT?! Are you insane?"
The captain pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the pilot's head. "Do not question my orders. Put us down, NOW!"
The copilot gulped and nodded. "Sir, setting down. Sixty seconds to impact."
The helicopter dropped even lower in the sky.
"Forty feet... thirty feet... forty-five seconds to impact... twenty feet... visual contact with inbound... ten feet... we have touchdown."
The captain grimaced. "Everybody, brace for impact. If this doesn't work, we're all toast. If you've got a God, pray to him now."
The copilot was still calmly reciting the impact countdown. "Fifteen seconds, sir.... ten seconds... eight... six..."
The missiles were growing larger in the windshield. but were still well above ground level and wavering off-course erratically.
"Sir, the ground is baffling the guidance systems. No impact! I repeat, no impact!"
"Now lift off again." The captain's grimace could have been cast from steel.
The pilot looked in shocked disbelief at the captain. "We just escaped and now you want them to lock back on? You're crazy. No way, Captain, rank notwithstanding -"
The captain squeezed the trigger of the pistol, putting a bullet through the pilot's head.
"Congratulations, acting-lieutenant. You've just been field-promoted. Now lift off IMMEDIATELY."
"Already on it, sir." The copilot looked like he wasn't sure whether he'd just hit the jackpot or the end of the line, but he lifted off the helicopter nonetheless.
As soon as the helicopter lifted off, the missiles swiftly reversed directions, heading back towards the helicopter. The captain shouted over the increasing turbine roar, "Mensch, Deak, now!"
Two of the infiltration team lifted man-portable laser-guided missile launchers and fired them at the two oncoming missiles, which were headed in a perfectly straight line.
"Ten seconds to missile collision, sir! Eight... six... four... two... IMPACT!"
The shoulder-launched missiles slammed head-on into the ones bound for the helicopter. The resulting explosion blinded radar with white noise and static.
"Now, acting lieutenant, fly us in. Maintain altitude of no more than ten feet. If you do this, you're getting a medal."
The copilot smiled inwardly, but his gut clenched viciously.
Medals, he thought, are only good to you if you're alive.

Greal SAM batteires continued to fire, while Greal troops fired their assault rifles at the propellers. Greal Hind and Super Cobras helicopters were in the way of the infiltration team though....

In the base, all blast doors were shut, shutting all the secret weapons into their rooms. Greal guards picked up their weapons and positioned themselves in the base. Greal special op teams spread out throughout the base. Even sweeper tanks were in the base...

"We are in Area 76, now excuse me, I have to leave, I will be right back, then he drew his Glock and ran out of the room, locking the door behind him.

"Wait!" Joel shouted. "Where are you going! What's going on here! Don't leave me here!"

"Wait!" Joel shouted. "Where are you going! What's going on here! Don't leave me here!"

He later came back with another man holding a suitcase.

The rest of the team continued to run from the Guards. The Squad leader, Thomas Filrathor radioed for Re-enforcements, and soon enough, four Mi-24 Attack helicopters with no markings were on their way...

the Mokan plane arrived late...as usual for any flight of this nature...but then again the current issues in Mokastana made this flight nearly cancelled...now Director Franshaw fled the nation before another war broke out and now only realized this was even worst...

"This is Mokan Flight 1553, to Greal, requesting information and escort, who the fuck are these guys! Over!"

The rest of the team continued to run from the Guards. The Squad leader, Thomas Filrathor radioed for Re-enforcements, and soon enough, four Mi-24 Attack helicopters with no markings were on their way...

Area 76 was now completely shut down, CODE RED was on in all rooms, blast doors were shut. Greal guards armed themselves with some secret weapons...

The helicopters however were confronted by Greal fighters and helicopters that arrived to fight another invader on the other side of the base...

the Mokan plane arrived late...as usual for any flight of this nature...but then again the current issues in Mokastana made this flight nearly cancelled...now Director Franshaw fled the nation before another war broke out and now only realized this was even worst...

"This is Mokan Flight 1553, to Greal, requesting information and escort, who the fuck are these guys! Over!"

Greal Shark fighters flew up to escort the jet to the landing area at the base.

"What the hell is with all these missiles and shit. Over"

Director Franshaw was clutching the briefcase with Mokan Secrets trying to keep it steady. the cuffs that kept him connected to the case kept a monitor on his heartbeat and in the event of his death or severing of his arm thermite would burn all the information in it...

"What the hell is with all these missiles and shit. Over"

Director Franshaw was clutching the briefcase with Mokan Secrets trying to keep it steady. the cuffs that kept him connected to the case kept a monitor on his heartbeat and in the event of his death or severing of his arm thermite would burn all the information in it...

The fighters escorted the plane until it landed on the air field, the Red Skull leader was waiting for him at the base, sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance.

Area 76 was now completely shut down, CODE RED was on in all rooms, blast doors were shut. Greal guards armed themselves with some secret weapons...

The helicopters however were confronted by Greal fighters and helicopters that arrived to fight another invader on the other side of the base...

The Mi-24s had a top secret trick up their sleeve. The disruptive Tesla coil, which could make electronic components on other aircraft malfunction. The reason this didn't affect the Cazelian helicopters was because they were full mechanical, no major electronic bits anywhere on the helicopter...

The Mi-24s had a top secret trick up their sleeve. The disruptive Tesla coil, which could make electronic components on other aircraft malfunction. The reason this didn't affect the Cazelian helicopters was because they were full mechanical, no major electronic bits anywhere on the helicopter...

Before the malfunction affected the fighters, the fighters fired their missiles, then one by one, they malfunctioned. The Greal helicopters crashed to the ground, but the SAM missiles batteries were still firing. A missile headed toward one of the helicopters, but this missile was a very small EMP device that can take down a helicopter or smaller.

OOC: EMP only affects electronic parts, not mechanical just to let you know

IC
Two of the Mi-24s were shot down, but the others dropped more Ghost Elites to the ground. The Elites began to scatter in the direction of the facility, each one being as quiet as possible

OOC: EMP only affects electronic parts, not mechanical just to let you know

IC
Two of the Mi-24s were shot down, but the others dropped more Ghost Elites to the ground. The Elites began to scatter in the direction of the facility, each one being as quiet as possible

Searchlights were turned on, but it was unnecessary since the Greal guards had night goggles, and it was 5:30 in the morning now. The Greal guards put on their bullet-proof vests and headed to the defense positions around the base.

Grunt

the man with the Area 76 tape was finally gunned down in a small village in Greal's colony. The tape was destroyed, and in a statement, the Red Skull said that the man was murdered by Grunt rebels.

"Wait!" Joel shouted. "Where are you going! What's going on here! Don't leave me here!"

"You haven't even told us your name."said the Man questioning Joel

Director Fransaw walked on the runway, gun fire in the distance...

"what the hell is going on? I was not notified that it would be this bad. If I knew that I would of sent someone expendable"

Director Fransaw walked on the runway, gun fire in the distance...

"what the hell is going on? I was not notified that it would be this bad. If I knew that I would of sent someone expendable"

"Looks like some nations are already greedy, they want the base's secrets."said Justin Kirill. walking toward him, 50 Greal guards were armed on the runway, looking for any enemies.

OOC: Just so you know, my men are here because the Government thinks that Greal is developing bio-weapons and holding hostages

OOC: Just so you know, my men are here because the Government thinks that Greal is developing bio-weapons and holding hostages

OOC: Actually I'm developing them and developing other things... I know that, but they think that you are here to steal their secrets.

The Director was unamused with the situation.

"Can we please get somewhere safe? We have plenty to go over with you!"
the case held numerous documents on Mokastana's research into counter-bio-weapons, applications of magnetic technology, and a few higher level cases...all to be revealed whenever the bombs stop falling

The Director was unamused with the situation.

"Can we please get somewhere safe? We have plenty to go over with you!"
the case held numerous documents on Mokastana's research into counter-bio-weapons, applications of magnetic technology, and a few higher level cases...all to be revealed whenever the bombs stop falling

There was a building near the runway, they went inside, Justin took out his code key and slotted it through a small machine with buttons on it, then he pressed more buttons, the floor they were standing on moved like a elevator. After 40 seconds, the floor stopped, he opened the door again, they were underground...

"thank god, I've been done with feild work for two years now and while i deal with more dangerous things on a daily basis i dont want to meet my end by a stray bullet on a Greal Runway. So where is the meeting room."

The five Jaguar Elites walked in standard VIP formation around Franshaw, while they were in a allies not-so-secret base underground they still remained ready for anything.

"we are curious if any of your research is similiar to ours, and nothing wrong with trading info"

"thank god, I've been done with feild work for two years now and while i deal with more dangerous things on a daily basis i dont want to meet my end by a stray bullet on a Greal Runway. So where is the meeting room."

The five Jaguar Elites walked in standard VIP formation around Franshaw, while they were in a allies not-so-secret base underground they still remained ready for anything.

"we are curious if any of your research is similiar to ours, and nothing wrong with trading info"

"Wait a second."said Justin as he opened a door, they all walked in, it was a typical conference room with a video link. On the video screen showed someone sitting in chair.

"Hello gentlemen, I'm Doctor Wakefield."said the man in the video screen.

The gaurds took positions at the door and in the corners of the room...

"Greeting Doctor Wakefield, I am Director Jason Franshaw of the Mokastana Bureau of Secret Actions. We understand you are doing a lot of research here."

Franshaw put his case on the table and after putting in the code and receiving a fingerprint from Franshaw and two security guards the case opened up. He pulled out numerous files and folders.

"we would like to share..."

The gaurds took positions at the door and in the corners of the room...

"Greeting Doctor Wakefield, I am Director Jason Franshaw of the Mokastana Bureau of Secret Actions. We understand you are doing a lot of research here."

Franshaw put his case on the table and after putting in the code and receiving a fingerprint from Franshaw and two security guards the case opened up. He pulled out numerous files and folders.

"we would like to share..."

"Well, we've been given 1 trillion dollars in funding every year, so we have developed a lot of things like this for example."said Doctor Wakefield who picked up a box from the ground and took out a little steel made spider that walked around on his desk.
"This little robot spider can spy on anyone in the world, sneak into people's houses, it even has a tiny needle gun which it can shoot deadly poison out of the robot spider."

"Any questions? We have plenty of other impressive things."

"That is impressive, we may need some of those. As for us, we have a few little "bugs" of our own. None of them i have here, however the main reason we wanted to come here."

He pulled out a folder marked Beta Project.

"Does this lab do anything into the realm of Psychic research?"

"That is impressive, we may need some of those. As for us, we have a few little "bugs" of our own. None of them i have here, however the main reason we wanted to come here."

He pulled out a folder marked Beta Project.

"Does this lab do anything into the realm of Psychic research?"

"Very little funding goes to that, we usually focused on military issues. Why?"

"well then" the Director looked slightly disappointed "We would like to host a few of your researchers to come to Mokastana soon to see what we are doing. As for other research..."

He reached back into the case and pulled out a file called Wildfire.

"What about laser research? or magnetics, such as the infamous "rail gun" or transportation ideas?"

He cleared his throat and continued:

"Forgive me if i seem a little disorganized here, I was more hoping for a tour of this facility and to see a few things that you have came up with and from their coming up with joint research ideas. I have Information on Mokan Research into composition amour for vehicles, Future tech idea, new shells, and espionage ideas."

"You haven't even told us your name."said the Man questioning Joel

"Joel, my names Joel," Joel responded.

The Ghost Elites continued to advance quietly and secretly, as others laid down suppressive fire on the machine gun nests. The Ghosts were looking for an entrance...

Meanwhile, the first Ghost team that was dropped used bangalores to try and destroy the fences so that they could enter and raid the Facility and make sure that no biological or chemical weapons were being developed.

At the same time, the Hind gunships were strafing the facility's bunkers, gun nests and search-lights so that the Ghosts would have an eaiser time investigating.

"well then" the Director looked slightly disappointed "We would like to host a few of your researchers to come to Mokastana soon to see what we are doing. As for other research..."

He reached back into the case and pulled out a file called Wildfire.

"What about laser research? or magnetics, such as the infamous "rail gun" or transportation ideas?"

He cleared his throat and continued:

"Forgive me if i seem a little disorganized here, I was more hoping for a tour of this facility and to see a few things that you have came up with and from their coming up with joint research ideas. I have Information on Mokan Research into composition amour for vehicles, Future tech idea, new shells, and espionage ideas."

"Laser research is well funded, in fact if you follow Justin, he will show you the whole base, thank I must now leave."said Doctor Wakefield, then the video screen went dark.

"Joel, my names Joel," Joel responded.

"Why did you fly over Greal?"asked the man.

The Ghost Elites continued to advance quietly and secretly, as others laid down suppressive fire on the machine gun nests. The Ghosts were looking for an entrance...

Meanwhile, the first Ghost team that was dropped used bangalores to try and destroy the fences so that they could enter and raid the Facility and make sure that no biological or chemical weapons were being developed.

At the same time, the Hind gunships were strafing the facility's bunkers, gun nests and search-lights so that the Ghosts would have an eaiser time investigating.

The only entrances were the front gate into the air field, or the back gate into the other side of the field, and they were both heavily guarded.

The way into underground though was....

"Why did you fly over Greal?"asked the man.

"It was the quickest way to my nation," said Joel. "Why did you shoot me down?"

"It was the quickest way to my nation," said Joel. "Why did you shoot me down?"

"You were in restricted air space,"said the Man,"I'm Tom by the way."

"You were in restricted air space,"said the Man,"I'm Tom by the way."

"Restricted Airspace!" Joel said. "It wasn't listed on any charts or maps, if you don't want people flying over it maybe you should tell them, Tommy boy!"

"Restricted Airspace!" Joel said. "It wasn't listed on any charts or maps, if you don't want people flying over it maybe you should tell them, Tommy boy!"

Tom's face darkened, this wasn't the kind of guy you would want to be messing with.

"You ever heard of the Red Skull?"asked Tom.

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The only entrances were the front gate into the air field, or the back gate into the other side of the field, and they were both heavily guarded.

The way into underground though was....

"All squads, split up and attack both entrances, GO GO GO!!!" Roared Gunnery Sergeant Malakai 'Gunny' Yarkin as he sprayed the entrance with MG3 fire. The rest of his squad did the same, but used different Weapons like Panzerschrek 3s and M-16s to pick off guards and fortifications...

"Hi Jason, Director Franshaw"

he shook his hand as the Soldiers got back into formation, he put all the files back and got ready to leave.

"Hi Jason, Director Franshaw"

he shook his hand as the Soldiers got back into formation, he put all the files back and got ready to leave.

"First, we will show you "Project Killerman""said jason leading them to another room.

"All squads, split up and attack both entrances, GO GO GO!!!" Roared Gunnery Sergeant Malakai 'Gunny' Yarkin as he sprayed the entrance with MG3 fire. The rest of his squad did the same, but used different Weapons like Panzerschrek 3s and M-16s to pick off guards and fortifications...

The guards were well protected by the sand bags and concrete, they stayed behind it, taking shots every few seconds, one soldier was hit in the shoulder.

Reinforcements were coming though, 40 Red Skull Humvees were driving toward the base.

"First, we will show you "Project Killerman""said jason leading them to another room.


"Project Killerman? what kind of name is that?"

though there are some things you just have to see to understand, a small thought popped up in the back of Franshaw's head.

"let us see"

The guards were well protected by the sand bags and concrete, they stayed behind it, taking shots every few seconds, one soldier was hit in the shoulder.

Reinforcements were coming though, 40 Red Skull Humvees were driving toward the base.

The Elites fired their Panzerfaust 3s (http://ofp.gamepark.cz/_hosted/bwmod/img/news/1/pzf3_01.jpg) at the Humvees, which would most likely destroy them. The Helicopters also began to attack the humvees using Rocket pods and ATGMS...

The Elites fired their Panzerfaust 3s (http://ofp.gamepark.cz/_hosted/bwmod/img/news/1/pzf3_01.jpg) at the Humvees, which would most likely destroy them. The Helicopters also began to attack the humvees using Rocket pods and ATGMS...

Greal jet fighters arrived again, and fired missiles at the Ghost elites, they also fired missiles at the helicopters.

Some of the humvees lost all their men, The troops came running out attacking the Gost elites from behind with T91s and grenade launchers..

"Project Killerman? what kind of name is that?"

though there are some things you just have to see to understand, a small thought popped up in the back of Franshaw's head.

"let us see"

They opened the door..
The room was slightly smaller then a football field, in the middle of it was a bunch of people working on a gigantic ball...

the director, now curious, decided to be quiet and follow closely to see what "killerman" truly was

the director, now curious, decided to be quiet and follow closely to see what "killerman" truly was

He lead them to the ball.

"This is actually a gigantic robot, that is a effective killing machine."said Jason, a video screen came out of the ground, and began showing videos of the "Ball", it drops down from a plane, a parachutes slow it down, it lands on the ground.

Legs come out of the ball, machine guns come out and began blasting anything in its path. Its armor was thick enough to stand up to tanks.

"Of course, this is just a computer simulation."said Jason smiling

"hmmm, interesting concept....This reminds me of something i saw in a movie once...what else does this things have on it? Well more importantly what kind of armour, We are researching a new light weight amour that can stand up to modern AT rounds, perhaps we can work together on that concept."

"This "Ball" has been suffering armor problems though, but it can stand against tanks and grenades, and maybe even missiles."said Justin

"This "Ball" not only has grenade launchers, it has missile launchers, etc. We are even going to add biological weapons into this "Ball".

"Now before we go to "Project Blood killer", are there any question?"

Tom's face darkened, this wasn't the kind of guy you would want to be messing with.

"You ever heard of the Red Skull?"asked Tom.

"Red what!" Joel asked. "What are you talking about. Your just stringing words together."

"Red what!" Joel asked. "What are you talking about. Your just stringing words together."

Outside Joel's room

2 men were talking, both Red Skull officials

"Should we kill him? His government will never find out."said the taller of the two

"Not yet."

Inside Joel's room.

Tom walked around the room

"Do you have a wife? Kids?"asked Tom.

Outside Joel's room

2 men were talking, both Red Skull officials

"Should we kill him? His government will never find out."said the taller of the two

"Not yet."

Inside Joel's room.

Tom walked around the room

"Do you have a wife? Kids?"asked Tom.

"No I don't why?" Joel asked. "Can I get something to eat?"

"No I don't why?" Joel asked. "Can I get something to eat?"

Food arrived, Pancakes and orange juice.

"Its morning already. You eat, while I wait outside."

Tom walked outside the room.

Outside of Joel's room

"Well?"asked Tom

"Do it, their government will never find out."said the taller of the two.

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"This "Ball" has been suffering armor problems though, but it can stand against tanks and grenades, and maybe even missiles."said Justin

"This "Ball" not only has grenade launchers, it has missile launchers, etc. We are even going to add biological weapons into this "Ball".

"Now before we go to "Project Blood killer", are there any question?"

The Director had a few, but he decide those were best left for the researchers of the specified fields, after all if they did open a joint research center then it would only be a matter of time before they got all the answers they needed.


"not at the moment, please continue..."

Suddenly, off-field MRLS began raining explosives on the facility...

Meanwhile, at the southern entrance, the Ghost elites ran for cover as the rockets fell...

The Director had a few, but he decide those were best left for the researchers of the specified fields, after all if they did open a joint research center then it would only be a matter of time before they got all the answers they needed.


"not at the moment, please continue..."

Justin lead them outside to another door, he typed in the key code, put his fingerprint onto the security machine, even a small light turned on and scanned Justin, then the door opened.

"Now, this is a biological weapon currently under development."said Justin.

Two unmarked B-52 Bombers flew high over the base, unleashing two fuel air bombs upon the facility's entrances, as off-field MRLS began raining explosives on the facility...

Meanwhile, at the southern entrance, the Ghost elites ran for cover as the artillery and FAEs dropped...

OOC: How did you get B-52 bombers into Greal without being detected? The desert is in the middle of Greal....

"Bio weapon, intriguing, Mokastana tends to avoid the use and ownership WMDs but that doesn't mean we wont have some stuff "mislabled" in our vaults for emergency purposes."

If there was one thing you could count in the vaults of the BSA is that nothing was as it seemed.

"Bio weapon, intriguing, Mokastana tends to avoid the use and ownership WMDs but that doesn't mean we wont have some stuff "mislabled" in our vaults for emergency purposes."

If there was one thing you could count in the vaults of the BSA is that nothing was as it seemed.

"This is probably one of the worst Bio weapons ever developed....."said Justin leading them to a computer."We have developed a vaccine for our troops."

"This is probably one of the worst Bio weapons ever developed....."said Justin leading them to a computer."We have developed a vaccine for our troops."

"Is this another zombie virus or something actually effective?"

the director had shut down the last one of those, the idea of zombie outbreaks was too cliche for modern warfare..to the director at least.

"Is this another zombie virus or something actually effective?"

the director had shut down the last one of those, the idea of zombie outbreaks was too cliche for modern warfare..to the director at least.

"Well, you die within 26 minutes after getting this "Virus", this Bio weapon is developed for attacks on population centers. We are seeking a alternative to nuclear weapons.''

OOC: How did you get B-52 bombers into Greal without being detected? The desert is in the middle of Greal....

OOC: Sorry, I didn't take that into account, I'll edit my post

Meanwhile, at the southern entrance, the Ghost elites ran for cover as the artillery and FAEs dropped...

The southern entrance was guarded by Greal guards, who were firing bullets at the advancing Ghost elites.

"Well, you die within 26 minutes after getting this "Virus", this Bio weapon is developed for attacks on population centers. We are seeking a alternative to nuclear weapons.''

Over in Mokastana we are working on increasing the incubation time, we have it up now where it takes five days before you show symptoms and then you die within 24 hours painlessly. However for the four days prior you are highly contagious. We want to get it up to two weeks, however our mathematical gurus are beginning to wonder if that could cause a global epidemic before we even noticed it. For non-nuclear alternatives we mainly shoot for gases and stuff"

One man was killed in the crossfire, as the others began attacking the gate itself with grenades and rockets, hpong to bring it down and destroy any biological weapons in store...

One man was killed in the crossfire, as the others began attacking the gate itself with grenades and rockets, hpong to bring it down and destroy any biological weapons in store...

OOC: The Bio weapons are stored underground...


IC: Greal troops fired back with everything they had, but 2 of them were killed by grenades...

Over in Mokastana we are working on increasing the incubation time, we have it up now where it takes five days before you show symptoms and then you die within 24 hours painlessly. However for the four days prior you are highly contagious. We want to get it up to two weeks, however our mathematical gurus are beginning to wonder if that could cause a global epidemic before we even noticed it. For non-nuclear alternatives we mainly shoot for gases and stuff"

"Yeah, we might have to be careful of where we spread our weapon also."said Justin

"Now we do have a few more projects to go before we have to shut this base down for the night."Said Justing leading them to the doors.

"you shut the base down? I've never seen a research center "close" disappear yes but not close. Or does this have to do with the fact that we are under attack at the same time?"

"you shut the base down? I've never seen a research center "close" disappear yes but not close. Or does this have to do with the fact that we are under attack at the same time?"

"Yes, some enemies are eager to get their hands on our secret weapons."said Justin leading them to a room called "Project Space Catcher".

now that is creativity at its finest, what does Space Catcher do? and who is attacking anyways?

now that is creativity at its finest, what does Space Catcher do? and who is attacking anyways?

"Project Space Catcher is just a name."said Justin as they entered the room, in front of them was a large black plane."We don't know who is attacking us."

"well i can at least assume that military reinforcements are on the way..."

Upon seeing the big plane he wondered what it was, examining it seeing its cargo hold, shape, engine size and sized up what kinda of plane it was...

"what do we have here?"

"well i can at least assume that military reinforcements are on the way..."

Upon seeing the big plane he wondered what it was, examining it seeing its cargo hold, shape, engine size and sized up what kinda of plane it was...

"what do we have here?"

"This is not a plane though, its a military space transport." said Justin waving to the workers in the "plane".

"This transport can go into enemy air space by going hundreds of thousands of miles above enemy countries, far too high for most SAM batteries."

"hmm...this is a great idea, I just wonder the training your people have to go through to get this to work..."

"hmm...this is a great idea, I just wonder the training your people have to go through to get this to work..."

"We have problems with training, this transport is still in test trail stages, so it might not do anything great, does your research do anything like this?"

Franshaw searched his mind for an answer, in the end he admitted defeat

"We have a lot of ideas in the air. Mokastana is very behind in the space race, we own a few satellites but we haven't launched much up besides that. Idea's like this are still just concepts in the drawing rooms, not much we can help you with here i must admit. "

Franshaw searched his mind for an answer, in the end he admitted defeat

"We have a lot of ideas in the air. Mokastana is very behind in the space race, we own a few satellites but we haven't launched much up besides that. Idea's like this are still just concepts in the drawing rooms, not much we can help you with here i must admit. "

"i see, our next project is almost ready for combat."said Justin he lead them to another room which said "Project Filler."

"Well then, lets go, and who will you be sending to Mokastana for research..."

"Well then, lets go, and who will you be sending to Mokastana for research..."

"Well, I'm going also."said Justin opening the room

The room was full of people working on assault rifles, RPGs, grenades, pistols, tanks, pretty much every single weapon in history.

"This is project filler, what is going on here?"

"This is project filler, what is going on here?"

"This is the most basic project we have, try to develop a better weapon."said Justin leading them down the stairs, "Here is the Speeder Tank Version 2, it is a high speed tank that can out run any tank in the whole world."

"sounds like our munitions teams, developing harder faster stronger bullets and weapons. Right now we are having a bit of difficulty getting a fully functional AT mortar that our commandos can carry around with ease.."

"We have the same problem of finding a good mortar for our men."said Justin leading them along the scientists at work.

"Are man problem is getting an efficient round that is lightweight. We got a concept down, launch a device up over a hill, and then it rockets down to strike the top of the tank, taking out the turrent. The problem is doing something that doesn't involve depleted uranium, some report said the stuff wasn't healthy..."

"Are man problem is getting an efficient round that is lightweight. We got a concept down, launch a device up over a hill, and then it rockets down to strike the top of the tank, taking out the turrent. The problem is doing something that doesn't involve depleted uranium, some report said the stuff wasn't healthy..."

"Okay, now the tour is finished, we have lots of other projects, but we shown you a lot of classified things already. Do you wish to stay at the guest rooms, or wish to go back to your country?"

"Okay, now the tour is finished, we have lots of other projects, but we shown you a lot of classified things already. Do you wish to stay at the guest rooms, or wish to go back to your country?"

"I would prefer the guest rooms, at least until the surface gets a little safer, perhaps i can show someone these files. A lot of it is munitions and conventional warfare, but a few is genetic research we would like to expand..."

"I would prefer the guest rooms, at least until the surface gets a little safer, perhaps i can show someone these files. A lot of it is munitions and conventional warfare, but a few is genetic research we would like to expand..."

Justin lead them down the hall, and showed them the guest rooms, they were slightly better then a average hotel.

The team accepted the tape and ran it through the machines. It was fiarly obvious the tape was falsified.

One of the employee's gave a smug grin, but back in the Stryker Atkinson wasn't buying it.

"If you look here," he pointed at a part of the screen, "and here, there are major discrepancies between the original broadcast and the tape you just showed me. They've already been here and switched them out. The quality of the tape wouldn't decrease when transferred from a satellite feed to a dircet video player. We won't find any leads here, recall the team."

Disgustedly, the team gave the tape back to the staff and went back to the Bradleys. In the Stryker, Colonel Jennings was furious.

"DAMMIT!," he yelled as he threw his beret on the ground, "We need another lead, another location! The search can't end here!"

They radioed back to the Dominion that the TV station had been a bust, and Intelligence notified them that satellite surveillance had revealed a concentrated military presence of multiple foreign powers at an installation known as Area 76. It was officially designated a simple military base, nothing out of the ordinary. Then why so many soldiers converging on that location?

The Colonel got on the radio and said to the rest of the team before jogging back to his Humvee, "All units, we've prgrammed new coordinates in your GPS's. Our nexxt stop is a military base known only as Area 76 out in the middle of nowhere. There appears to be hostile actions going on over there so don't leave the vehicles once we arrive."

The convoy saddled up and sped off toward its second stop in the middle of the Greal desert. Both the Colonel and Agent Atkinson were hopeful: back when the Dominion was under a totalitarian regime military bases were where all the juicy stuff was kept. They were banking on the same being true here in Greal.

The team accepted the tape and ran it through the machines. It was fiarly obvious the tape was falsified.

One of the employee's gave a smug grin, but back in the Stryker Atkinson wasn't buying it.

"If you look here," he pointed at a part of the screen, "and here, there are major discrepancies between the original broadcast and the tape you just showed me. They've already been here and switched them out. The quality of the tape wouldn't decrease when transferred from a satellite feed to a dircet video player. We won't find any leads here, recall the team."

Disgustedly, the team gave the tape back to the staff and went back to the Bradleys. In the Stryker, Colonel Jennings was furious.

"DAMMIT!," he yelled as he threw his beret on the ground, "We need another lead, another location! The search can't end here!"

They radioed back to the Dominion that the TV station had been a bust, and Intelligence notified them that satellite surveillance had revealed a concentrated military presence of multiple foreign powers at an installation known as Area 76. It was officially designated a simple military base, nothing out of the ordinary. Then why so many soldiers converging on that location?

The Colonel got on the radio and said to the rest of the team before jogging back to his Humvee, "All units, we've prgrammed new coordinates in your GPS's. Our nexxt stop is a military base known only as Area 76 out in the middle of nowhere. There appears to be hostile actions going on over there so don't leave the vehicles once we arrive."

The convoy saddled up and sped off toward its second stop in the middle of the Greal desert. Both the Colonel and Agent Atkinson were hopeful: back when the Dominion was under a totalitarian regime military bases were where all the juicy stuff was kept. They were banking on the same being true here in Greal.

Greal tanks and troops followed them into the desert, wondering what lies ahead (Most troops don't know of Area 76).

Greal fighters flew over the desert watching the convoy, if they made one false move....

Franshaw and the Jaguars went to their rooms, Franshaw hated being cuffed to a suitcase, especially with this device on it, but he had slept with a Suitcase on his wrist before, and no doubt will do it again, One Jagaur was in the room with him and the others took the next room...now just to sit tight and relax...

The team was stopped at a gate hundreds of feet from the actual facility, though the facility itself was quite visible.

Jennings stepped out of the Humvee and flahsed his ID to the guards, "We're the inspection team from the Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter, here to investigate the existence of a secret police organization. Your government has given us clearance provided we have military shadows at all times. We're here, your men tailing us are here, and we have permission. Please open the gate."

The team was stopped at a gate hundreds of feet from the actual facility, though the facility itself was quite visible.

Jennings stepped out of the Humvee and flahsed his ID to the guards, "We're the inspection team from the Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter, here to investigate the existence of a secret police organization. Your government has given us clearance provided we have military shadows at all times. We're here, your men tailing us are here, and we have permission. Please open the gate."

The guards were surprised that the Greal Government had even given them permission...

"Wait a second."said the captain of the guards, he went inside, and called the Red Skull leaders.

"Everything seems to be in order"said the captain, the gate opened.

The base looked like a normal military base, then the guards lead them into a small gray building, and the floor of the building went underground when the guards entered the key code.

Doctor Wakesfield ordered all secret weapons in the "Vault"

Franshaw and the Jaguars went to their rooms, Franshaw hated being cuffed to a suitcase, especially with this device on it, but he had slept with a Suitcase on his wrist before, and no doubt will do it again, One Jagaur was in the room with him and the others took the next room...now just to sit tight and relax...

Greal Guards were guarding the hallways outside the rooms, they didn't want a attack....

The team looked around suspiciously; it was an impressive setup for a military base, but it still seemed like a show. There just isn't a 'normal' military base in the middle of nowhere.

The team looked around suspiciously; it was an impressive setup for a military base, but it still seemed like a show. There just isn't a 'normal' military base in the middle of nowhere.

They went underground, that is where all the main center is, they walked by thousands of people working on computers.

The team was looking around for anything that might resemble the original tape.

Agent Atkinson spoke up, "Could you take us to your archives? Specifically where you keep confiscated videotapes?"

The team was looking around for anything that might resemble the original tape.

Agent Atkinson spoke up, "Could you take us to your archives? Specifically where you keep confiscated videotapes?"

The Greal guard lead them to the archives, unknown to anyone, the original tape was taken away to the Red Skull Headquarters vault. No one was allowed to the vault except the leader of the Red Skull and his trusted aides. They replaced the tape with a copy that looked like it was fake.

It took only a minute or two for the team to locate the tape. They didn't even need to analyze it: it was identical to the one at the TV station.

Atkinson called over to one of the guards, "Hey, can you direct me to the nearest bathroom? Haven't gone since I left then Dominion," he added sheepishly,

It took only a minute or two for the team to locate the tape. They didn't even need to analyze it: it was identical to the one at the TV station.

Atkinson called over to one of the guards, "Hey, can you direct me to the nearest bathroom? Haven't gone since I left then Dominion," he added sheepishly,

The guard pointed down the hall to the right. Greal guards were posted everywhere.

Atkinson smiled and nodded his thanks before moving down the hall and after a few doors found the men's room. He took a look around before going in, guards were everywhere. He went inside and immediately took a look around for another way out of the room...

Atkinson smiled and nodded his thanks before moving down the hall and after a few doors found the men's room. He took a look around before going in, guards were everywhere. He went inside and immediately took a look around for another way out of the room...

They were still underground, and the bathroom had no windows....

He commenced looking around for any kind of ventilation duct, anything that would allow him to depart undetected. He knew had to hurry up, however, the guards outside would be getting suspicious...

He commenced looking around for any kind of ventilation duct, anything that would allow him to depart undetected. He knew had to hurry up, however, the guards outside would be getting suspicious...

But, unknown to him, the ventilation duct had alarms in them, if he tried to get in, he would be killed by a automatic controlled machine gun that would blast the duct for intruders.

Atkinson saw the duct; it was the stereotypically large enough for a person to enter type duct you'd see in the movies.

Didn't think they really existed...

As he walked up to the duct and put his hands on the grate, something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. The grate appeared very firmly secured with industrial grade bolts. He wouldn't be able to get it off without making too much noise or taking a suspiciously long time. He hadn't noticed the discreet infrared beam that was broken by the grate.

Irritated, he flushed a toilet, washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom. He gave one of the guards a superficial smile as he passed. When he reached the end of the hall, he seemed to forget which way he was supposed to go. Deliberating for a second, he slapped his forehead in realization and proceeded down the corridor-away from the rest of the team and deeper into the complex. He kept his stride casual, as if he knew exactly where he was going and nothing was wrong.

Atkinson saw the duct; it was the stereotypically large enough for a person to enter type duct you'd see in the movies.

Didn't think they really existed...

As he walked up to the duct and put his hands on the grate, something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. The grate appeared very firmly secured with industrial grade bolts. He wouldn't be able to get it off without making too much noise or taking a suspiciously long time. He hadn't noticed the discreet infrared beam that was broken by the grate.

Irritated, he flushed a toilet, washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom. He gave one of the guards a superficial smile as he passed. When he reached the end of the hall, he seemed to forget which way he was supposed to go. Deliberating for a second, he slapped his forehead in realization and proceeded down the corridor-away from the rest of the team and deeper into the complex. He kept his stride casual, as if he knew exactly where he was going and nothing was wrong.

Area 76, underground

The halls and corriders were full of Red Skull agents walking around, since a civil war started in Greal hours ago. Cameras were watching his moves as he walked down the hallway.

Atkinson noticed the beefed up presence and thought better of his decision. As if hit by sudden realization, he stopped and looked around, "Well that's not right...Must be back that way..."

He turned and rejoined the team, "The guards haven't been saying anything but security's been beefed up. I think we've gotten everything we came for."

One of the tecchies nodded, "We're also to far down to be ableto talk with the rest of the guys topside."

Atkinson looked over at the guard, "We've got everything we came for, we're ready to go."

Atkinson noticed the beefed up presence and thought better of his decision. As if hit by sudden realization, he stopped and looked around, "Well that's not right...Must be back that way..."

He turned and rejoined the team, "The guards haven't been saying anything but security's been beefed up. I think we've gotten everything we came for."

One of the tecchies nodded, "We're also to far down to be ableto talk with the rest of the guys topside."

Atkinson looked over at the guard, "We've got everything we came for, we're ready to go."

A Red Skull agent approached the team

"Your team has to leave now, a war has just started, and I don't think your men want to get involved."said the Red Skull agent fast.

Franshaw woke up when the Jaguars were up and barricading the doors.

"what is going on?"

"Shhh, Greal rebels have captured the base, we need to get you out. Two Other Jags are out getting an idea of how many enemy troops are there."


Outside one of the Jaguars was Hiding behind a door waiting for a Red skull to pass. At his foot a fiber optic wire was looking down the hall watching, it was under the door so no passing agents would see it, but that also meant that he couldnt see nothing but shoes passing.

Franshaw woke up when the Jaguars were up and barricading the doors.

"what is going on?"

"Shhh, Greal rebels have captured the base, we need to get you out. Two Other Jags are out getting an idea of how many enemy troops are there."


Outside one of the Jaguars was Hiding behind a door waiting for a Red skull to pass. At his foot a fiber optic wire was looking down the hall watching, it was under the door so no passing agents would see it, but that also meant that he couldnt see nothing but shoes passing.

The door suddenly exploded and Red Skull agents poured into the room....

The First Jaguar fired 7.62mm rounds into the faces of the men in the back of the group, the Jaguar that stood next to the door pulled his knife and in one clean motion pulled the knife up on the first man, slicing his throat and turned to stab it the throat of the next one and fired his pistol into the skulls of two more men.

In the other room the Jaguars busted out guns drawn and double tapped into every red agent they saw, they moved like any special forces team because, well they kinda were.

The Red Skull agents however were tough and knew how to kill a man quietly, they use their M16s and blasted the Mkoan man in front of them with lots of rounds.

In the other room, Red Skull agents began laying "siege" to the room, they couldn't survive down here....

The man that had lead them around the base, Justin, was now dead, along with Doctor Wakefield.

The First Jaguar fired 7.62mm rounds into the faces of the men in the back of the group, the Jaguar that stood next to the door pulled his knife and in one clean motion pulled the knife up on the first man, slicing his throat and turned to stab it the throat of the next one and fired his pistol into the skulls of two more men.

In the other room the Jaguars busted out guns drawn and double tapped into every red agent they saw, they moved like any special forces team because, well they kinda were.

"the body armour absorbed a few rounds and he could take some of the rest, the Jaguar knew his duty. He emptied his clip into the large mob at the door as the other Jaguar pulled back, firing .45 rounds into any man that made it into the doorway and he picked up his AM-07 with his left hand. this would get nasty...

Outside the other door the remaining Jaguars were trying to clear the hall, so that they could get to the director. His secrets were the life of Mokastana's future, they needed to be safe, or destroyed....

Franshaw hid behind a bed and loading his JagD pistol. and hit the "destroy" button on the case..a warm glow came out as the thermyte burned the documents.

"the body armour absorbed a few rounds and he could take some of the rest, the Jaguar knew his duty. He emptied his clip into the large mob at the door as the other Jaguar pulled back, firing .45 rounds into any man that made it into the doorway and he picked up his AM-07 with his left hand. this would get nasty...

Outside the other door the remaining Jaguars were trying to clear the hall, so that they could get to the director. His secrets were the life of Mokastana's future, they needed to be safe, or destroyed....

Franshaw hid behind a bed and loading his JagD pistol. and hit the "destroy" button on the case..a warm glow came out as the thermyte burned the documents.

Gas was thrown into the director's room.....

The Red Skull agents were reinforced by 100 more guys.....

OOC: what kind of gas??

IC:

The Jaguars knew that they wouldn't win this one...but that didn't mean they wouldn't go down without a fight. the last Jaguar in the room with the Director saw the gas go in and tossed a frag grenade back out. While in the other room the Jaguars were all but still thier. They saw the frag grenade and ducted as it blew another group of Red Skulls to bits, they wanted to clear the way to the director but the Enemy attacked as quickly as they could reload, and the ammunition was running out.

OOC: what kind of gas??

IC:

The Jaguars knew that they wouldn't win this one...but that didn't mean they wouldn't go down without a fight. the last Jaguar in the room with the Director saw the gas go in and tossed a frag grenade back out. While in the other room the Jaguars were all but still thier. They saw the frag grenade and ducted as it blew another group of Red Skulls to bits, they wanted to clear the way to the director but the Enemy attacked as quickly as they could reload, and the ammunition was running out.

OOC: Mustard gas.


IC:

The Red Skull agents were now waring gas masks, they blasted their way into the director's room.....

The frag grenade exploded, killing 1 Red Skull agent and injuring 2 more. The Red Skull agents charged in wearing bullet proof vests....

Mustard gas, the director reconized the look of it and saw the troops coming in. he crawled over and pulled the gas mask off the dead Jaguar and managed to get it on in the nick of time, well, just in time to see the Red skulls walk in, he dropped his gun and handle of the burnt suitcase and surrendered...

Mustard gas, the director reconized the look of it and saw the troops coming in. he crawled over and pulled the gas mask off the dead Jaguar and managed to get it on in the nick of time, well, just in time to see the Red skulls walk in, he dropped his gun and handle of the burnt suitcase and surrendered...

OOC: This will turn out to be a interesting RP, your director can join my former president in jail.....

IC:

The Red Skull agents knocked him out and took him away.....

OOC: at least hes not dead...


IC:

the remaining Jaguars took an escape and tried to hide where ever they could...they would start to kill Reds quietly...

OOC: at least hes not dead...


IC:

the remaining Jaguars took an escape and tried to hide where ever they could...they would start to kill Reds quietly...

The director was taken back to the surface and put in a van.....

"God damn what have i gotten into..."

he still had the handle of the briefcase cuffed to his arm. Something that he would have to go to Mokastana to get removed, but in the bright side he was alive and he secrets burned.

"God damn what have i gotten into..."

he still had the handle of the briefcase cuffed to his arm. Something that he would have to go to Mokastana to get removed, but in the bright side he was alive and he secrets burned.

They drove him to a small town, but he didn't know that since he was locked up....

he thought to himself, quietly, how fucked he was...

he looked at his watched, it was getting late....

at least someone somewhere knew shit had hit the fan and would be around to save his arse...


the wrist device had a GPS tracker that went to, you guessed it, MBSA HQ.

Satellites followed the car and sent the information to the MBSA as they plotted the best way to rescue their director

he thought to himself, quietly, how fucked he was...

he looked at his watched, it was getting late....

at least someone somewhere knew shit had hit the fan and would be around to save his arse...


the wrist device had a GPS tracker that went to, you guessed it, MBSA HQ.

Satellites followed the car and sent the information to the MBSA as they plotted the best way to rescue their director

The car suddenly stopped, then 4 men opened the door and knocked him out

when he woke up, he had different clothes and his wrist band was gone.....
He was put in the underground Red Skull prison.....

A Red Skull agent approached the team

"Your team has to leave now, a war has just started, and I don't think your men want to get involved."said the Red Skull agent fast.

Atkinson nodded and motioned for his team to follow the guard toward the elevator.

The car suddenly stopped, then 4 men opened the door and knocked him out

when he woke up, he had different clothes and his wrist band was gone.....
He was put in the underground Red Skull prison.....

He looked around and hoped to find someone, or something in the cell.

"Damn it"

Atkinson nodded and motioned for his team to follow the guard toward the elevator.

The elevator went up as Area 76 was suddenly hit by 2 1 gigaton type-240 blast plasma warheads from a foreign submarine. the base was completely wiped out, but the people were underground....

He looked around and hoped to find someone, or something in the cell.

"Damn it"

He was in a cell with another person.

"Hello, I'm Jason Park, ex-Minister of defense...."said a voice the came from across the cell

"I'm Jason Franshaw, Director from Mokastana. What the hell happened here, one minute these guys are offering to share information the next they are killing my guards."

"I'm Jason Franshaw, Director from Mokastana. What the hell happened here, one minute these guys are offering to share information the next they are killing my guards."

"Same thing with me, one minute the Red Skull was working with me, the next minute I'm in this prison, Area 76 is run by the government, but the Red Skull recently rebelled and took over the base and all its secret weapons....."said Jason who got up and walked around the cell.

"after what i saw down there that could be bad. Damn it I need to get back to Mokastana....Fuck! Where is tequila when you need it?"

"after what i saw down there that could be bad. Damn it I need to get back to Mokastana....Fuck! Where is tequila when you need it?"

Jason looked through the bars, one of these people could be the president he thought.

OOC: We might need to move this "prison" rp to the Red Skull war thread okay?

OOC: ok whatever