NationStates Jolt Archive

PART ONE:

Warehouse 21, Cornbeach Cove, 47 Miles outside of New Theeb, Vetaka:

The abandoned Warehouse of 21 was officially a derelict building of a now defunct Vetakan Industrial Estate with the expansion of the Vetakan Capital north the old Cornbeach Industrial site had become a pointless industrial area with most businesses choosing to relocate to the more prosperous north coast of the Vetakan Capital area. To the Council of New Theeb the building and area was simply deserted every now and again they would send a Vetakan Police Department unit to the area to check on the place but day to day it was quiet, beaten up and deserted however at night it took on a far more fulfilling role as the venue of an Illegal Rave one that attracted guests from across the Dominion and tonight was just the same.

As the sun slowly descended across the Vetakan nation the Industrial Park began to trickle in life a few over modified cars typically the old British Corsa began to arrive and park up Club & Trance music pumping from their speakers eventually a few vans and a bus appeared people exited carrying alcoholic beverages and various other items. As the Clock of Milton sounded 8 across the Vetakan Capital the Warehouse burst into life Club, Trance, Techno and House music began to roar from the industrial estate neon lights switched on and Vetaka’s Chavs and Clubbers flocked to the area all of them soaking up a constant flow of cheap alcohol, cigarettes and drugs not to mention the booze fuelled, drugs driven sex that was constantly on offer in the Industrial estates dark corners and the various over modified cars. The Vetakan Police Department was aware of the situation but felt that it was out of the way and was their for posing little threat to the Capitals peace, safety and security.

The Warehouse 21 Club as it was known was run by a very sleek drug dealer whom took advantage of the Vetakan Governments pacifist, softy softy domestic policies on drugs and drinking. Little did the drug dealer know his business was about to come crashing down around him for his slice of haven had been infiltrated by the officially none existent Section 28 of Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service. As the clubbers danced away, drank and generally enjoyed themselves little did they know the Dealers Lookouts had failed in their task to look out for the Police for the club was now surrounded not by the Police or the Military but by the Tribal Warriors of the White Phoenix Tribe. As the current song died a new one took its place this time a piece of music made famous on the game Grand Theft Auto III on the radio station RiseFM the clubbers loved it and the hands went up in the air in approval then it all happened at once, first of all Silenced Sniper fire rang out bullets sped through the air impacting with deadly accuracy in numerous men and women whom fell to the floor, from their the Drug Dealers bouncers fed by the Surviving Section 28 Assets grabbed M16’s and fired wildly into the air attempting to scare the attackers which failed as all did was cause the Clubbers to scatter and scream and the modified Cars to reeve up and speed away down the road a number of them crashing one of which bursting into flames. The Tribal Warriors rose from their hideaways and descended down to the estate engaging the Drug Dealers and Section 28 Agents with little difficulty. Bullets through thick, fast with such destructive accuracy as the two groups converged the Warriors superior skills overflowed they used superior hand to hand combat to kill their opponents. As the battle died the Warriors holstered their rifles and drew the M16’s of the dealers firing wildly into the air to ensure the clubbers scattered thoroughly they eventually kicked open the doors of the now empty Warehouse 21 they tossed in petrol bombs which exploded and set the warehouse ablaze as the inferno grew and with the sound of Sirens approaching the Warriors withdrew safe in knowledge they had been successful. The era of the White Phoenix had begun, The dawn of a new age in Vetaka had arrived. Across the nation and across the world an Invasion had begun.

Vetakan Embassy, Tailville DR, Wagdog:

The Embassy whilst publicly closed was a hive of activity as Administrative Assistants and Diplomatic Officers busied themselves quietly. The Vetakan Ambassador Maxwell Hart had only taken office 2 weeks ago on the mysterious death of his predecessor whom had died mysteriously at her home after falling down the stairs. Hart sat in his office relaxing when he heard it the screech of tyres, the explosion, the gun fire jumping to his feet he checked the window to see the Main Gate of the Embassy no longer existed instead replaced by a smouldering wreck of fire and wreckage looking down on the courtyard he saw his VDF Diplomatic Guards whom he had brought with him after expelling the old guard being cut down by precision and deadly P90 Assault Rifle Fire from black masked men whom charged forward killing the guards but merely knocking out the Administrative Assistants and Diplomatic Staff. Surging forward to his desk he opened his draw and took out a mobile phone pressing the number 1 the speed dial dialled an number which answered to which Hart spoke:

“ They are here, Its truth tonight is the night they rise, Good Bye Michael”

He threw the phone down and Hart drew a Pistol from a lockbox cocking it he took off his tie and knocked over his oak desk hiding behind it he levelled it on the door which opened briskly Hart opened fire sending lead shooting into one of masked gun man whom flew back and died his friends somewhat angered took cover and allowed Hart to empty his Firearm whilst he reloaded the Masked Figures burst in and fired one of them hitting Hart in the Arm he stood up shocked and spat:

“The Tribe is dead, Death to Loyalty, Death to you Freaks”

With this the one of masked men drew an already bloodied sword and lunged forward sending the blade through Harts body he coughed blood before collapsing to the floor. Suitably satisfied the man replaced the sword before walking to the Ambassadors over turned desk he looked down and eventually bent down prodding a small Red Button on the under side of the desk he activated the Embassies Silent Alarm which would sound in a number of Wagdogian Command Rooms as well as VDF High Command the latter would be awash with such Alarms it had truly begun the Night of the Tribal Glory had begun, by morning Vetaka would no longer be the Free Dominion of Vetaka it would be the Tribal Kingdom of Vetaka the old Republican Government replaced by the Tribal Council the true Tribal Natives of Vetaka would once again rule again.

OOC:

Ok Ladies and Gentleman it has finally arrived the White Phoenix are finally going to take over. The Free Dominion is dead the Tribal Kingdom is rising and well I cannot wait. As you can see the Tribe is moving to attack and kill the officially none existent Section 28 of Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service what has happened above will be happening across the World so please feel free to RP it. If I had the time and patient id RP myself in each nation I have relations with but gah I am only 19 after all. But anyway please feel free to have some masked men with deadly accuracy and swords attack and kill everybody within the Vetakan Embassy within your nation.

Vetakan commitments shall not change this is just a change of Government, Vetakan relations will not change this is mearly justification for me getting rid of the old Guard and bringing the new Guard. Part Two is to come but alas the Pub calls me like a Siren.

SIC:
General Secretariat Residence, Palace of the Revolution; Tailville DR, Wagdog

Checking on his pager, the signal was unmistakeable. The number was his, BLG's. Jonathon McDonald's moment to strike, delayed for so many years it seemed, had finally come. Hastily dialling the number into his mobile, not particularly caring about any tracing anymore, he asked but one word. "Confirmed?"

"Confirmed indeed." Doctor Benjamin Lotus Gump, a VSIS Section 28 asset since before the Vetakan-Clandonian War and head of the Section's operations within Vetaka's most-controversial ally. "'Vapourize that peacock Lind and his whore, and deal the Tribe's charade the key blow; throw this forsaken land into chaos I say!" With that, McDonald hung up as his only indicator of assent; refusal would of course mean abandonment to Wagdian Internal Bureau of Investigation agents and then certain death afterward. Whether by VSIS-28 itself, or during capture by Wagdian assets, didn't matter a whit; there would be no witnesses left alive to Gump's revenge upon the land of his exile.

"Reformed? PFEH!" Were these thoughts being spoken, his acid distaste could probably have peeled the gilding off the slot machines in the gaudy and boiserous Heads or Tails? casino he'd called McDonald from. "This land may have opened its' markets and perhaps abandoned the foolish delusion of 'World Revolution', but at heart it's key leaders remain disgusting Socialists but for an unfortunate few who must suffer to achieve my objective of breaking the Tribe's hold everwhere; even upon so unlikely a land as this." Gump's mission had been set. "Break the Tribe, and the leftovers of what Britain failed to do shall be taken care of; a land no longer in thrall to archaic concepts and pagan rituals, free to create what it deserves at last; an empire by Damnation!" Gump's thoughts, though locked within his brain naturally, weren't alone in their form this night.

Hoping for that same objective, Jonathon McDonald drew his Fairbarn-Sykes commando dagger after hanging up and concealed it in his jacket sleeve. He would soon knock on the door of the General Secretary's office, and kick off the coup by (ironically) the very same Communists that Section 28 had convinced to reunify from their present three factions for such; his action and near certain death therein to set up the chain reaction that would destroy two lands for the price of one. Not a bad exchange, McDonald thought; and all in a few minutes after years of waiting through inexplicable delays...

Office of the General Secretary

The embassy alarms had sounded for quite some minutes now, stirring General Secretary Charles Lind from his lazy contemplation at his red mahogany desk. He was glad he'd installed the monitor panel, discreet lights signalling him to call the Interior and State departments for more information. The room filled with portraits of distinguished revolutionaries of the past reflected his personal leanings well, but perhaps not the increasingly liberal and enterprising policies Wagdog had followed abroad for some time now. Little did he know that soon the contradiction was to be driven home in more lands than one this night.

Picking up the phone, he tried to reach Interior Secretary Elaine Williams first. A longtime friend's assessment of what supposedly was happening in his own capital could only help. Reaching her, he began, "Go. Elaine, just what the Devil is going on in my own capital?" A touch of irritation entered his voice, and for good reason; the Vetakan Embassy was supposed to be one of the most secure sites in all of the capital, the nation even. The fact that a disturbance was going on there was hardly a good sign.

"All is... normal, Comrade." Elaine's voice seemed distant. This was odd, since as Interior Secretary she was responsible for the internal security of the city; and though a foreign embassy events at the Vetakan holding in the area could only affect the city as a whole later on due to the populous local Vetakan resident community. "A Vetakan internal matter; easily solved by them, and nothing you need worry about unduly. The city's Guard units will be alerted and we can await the Vetakans' request for assistance if it comes." That detachment crept in again, and it was beginning to wear.

"Elaine..." Lind felt he had to get this across. "You know how the Vetakans are about such things. They'll resist calling for help, and in the meantime any of several nasties out there could decide to have a little joyride in Vetakan internal affairs. Elaine? Elaine!" She'd hung up peremptorily, apparently uninterested in her superior's concerns. His thoughts ran concisely along the lines of, What the...? The fact that the line to State was dead only made it worse, and Charles lind was seething in frustration before the knock on the door forced him to sigh, lean back into his chair and say, "Come in."

McDonald entered as he had nearly every day since being assigned to Lind's VSIS security liaison back during the Ennuisian War. "Good day... Comrade General Secretary." He sounded awkward with that, but this was normal. Charles knew that even what few trappings of revolutionary manners persisted in Wagdog could be grating for some, and didn't mind other addresses as was only proper; he'd heard "Mister" often enough and probably would even more for the rest of his days. "I have some news for you."

"What? If it concerns the Vetakan position about all this violence breaking out, I'm all ears." Charles sounded relieved, or did for a moment. But then something in the posture of McDonald made him seem a bit... edgy, yes. Charles Lind reached for his sword and held it casually, as if absently fingering it; to those not acquainted with it a skillfully sheathed shira saya could look like a peculiarly bent, solidly built cane and nothing more. A dream on a war-torn night long ago and the gift of a longer-dead friend had both prepared General Secretary Lind for this moment, and he knew that at last it had indeed come. Still playing the game, he kept on with it. "Well?"

McDonald drew his FS knife and charged, coldly intoning. "My services are no longer required, Comrade. I hereby submit..." He rasied the blade as he leapt onto the desk with his pent up enthusiasm and continued, "my resignation!"

Charles' preparedness, born of the mystical incident where his blade had been given to him, was superior however. Drawing and using his chair's rotation to give extra momentum to the slash from the sheath as he stood, Lind struck for the throat and took McDonald down at the once. The Vetakan assassin's legs failed him, he crashing down onto the desk in a storm of papers and memorabilia of State. Gurgling up at his target, he questioned silently, "Why? How did you...?"

"Roxanne Wright lives, even in death." His answer was short and to the point. As McDonald passed before him Lind finished with "You just felt the proof of that, traitor; to me and Vetaka both." With that, Charles Lind went to try reaching first the departments of Defense, then State, and then various military headquarters he had on speed-dial for his secure phone directly. None worked, which said all he needed to know. First task, get downstairs to the National People's Congress and reassert myself. Christine will have to fend for herself, not that such is an issue knowing her as I do. If those elements of the various 'Revolutionary' parties involved in this plot thought they could just reinstate hardline communism in Wagdog so easily, whether plain like Lind's or 'Orthodox Revolutionary' like Defense Secretary Iliescu's or 'People's Revolutionary' like WIBC News Channel 2 anchorwoman Francine Godot, then they were about to get a very rude surprise shoved in their faces; a man they wanted no, needed dead for it to happen showing up in person and then showing them up right after for getting above themselves like this.

That man's thoughts now were focused as he picked up his own S-25 submachine gun and eight spare magazines of 9x24mm Kampferian ammo, four 45-round for the subgun and four 15-round for either that or a pistol as needed. Said pistol completing the picture, an E-21C compact as backup, with his sword back in its' sheath and belted at his hip opposite the pistol he crept out of his office at the ready and moved to give this silent coup plot a little surprise of his own. They were smarter to pull this now than during the War like I'd first thought they would, but still not smart enough... Cutting comms lines, obstructing the normal chain of command, all were standard procedure for the more sophisticated coups that could work without sheer brutal bloodshed; but if the finesse failed then frequently the whole thing did. General Secretary Charles Lind intended for that to be the case, and delivered directly to the faces of those responsible in (ideally) only a few minutes' time; live on national and world TV no less...

IC
Out on the streets of Wagdog, a bizarre blend of silence and chaos erupted simultaneously with the attempted assassination. Most military units remained at their posts and in their barracks, but they too grew antsy and hesitant as communications both from the capital directly and from the OBSAT primary complex at Pinkybrain Atoll in Sleep Island state fell silent. Code Black meant that the satellite communication and targeting system was now useless to either rebels or loyalists; not that it would help much anyway.

So far, aside from the eerie silence of cities cut off from the main government and a capital cut off from its' nation by the few forces the pustchists had called upon, the only actual violence was occurring in the Vetakan neighborhoods across the nation. Like in the embassy, masked Section 28 operatives were targeting those residents of confirmed White Phoenix ancestry, and said residents were fighting back; as were increasing numbers of the Wagdian locals once they understood what was happening. Local Guards units, tasked with law enforcement, gradually began to act against the rogue VSIS agents; but in the absence of orders from the Interior Department the Guards' response was slow and often-enough the people had to take matters into their own hands; friends defending friends and local citizens standing up for foreign residents against those other foreign residents who were trusted once, but shown by their actions as little better than terrorists now. As for the military, aside from those units co-opted by the Section and its' allies, it was a matter of three things: wait, see, and keep things as quiet as possible so as not to attract unwelcome attention from outside. Hardly the ideal situation, but it would have to do for now.

OOC: Might as well pull off a little 'change' of my own here too, like planned before.:cool: As with V, my nation's policies and commitments aren't going to be affected by this internal hiccup; in fact it's a matter of my government finally forcing itself to adapt form to function and change into something more like what it's actually been doing with itself the past few IC decades. Part I here, and Part II to come.

Little Milton, Suburb of New Theeb, Vetaka:

The Suburb of Little Milton was like any other Suburb within the Vetakan Capital smart houses and well kept lawns bordered each other perfectly, well washed people carriers sat in Front yards and garages, the middle class of Vetaka as it were. Little Milton lay on the outskirts of the Vetakan Capital and was a quaint little place made up of 4 or 5 streets connecting together by one long street which was home to more houses a public house known as the Foxley Tavern and a few local shops and amenities. It was home to
families mainly as such a very close knit communal bond had formed amongst them. The men and women drank together in the Pub children played together in the streets and it wasn't unusual for women to engage in long conversations across garden fences and within the streets. Life was perfect in this small slice of Urban utopia, that was until tonight as the children trotted up the wooden hills to bedfordshire and the adults trotted down to the pub an unusual occurrence took place 2 Black SUV Cars with blacked out windows sped down the street and past the pub coming to a halt outside of a house down the road in total 12 Hooded figures jumped down carrying M16 Assault Rifles charging forward they pelted through the small suburban gate and kicked down the door a few gunshots sounded before they reappeared this time manhandling a women in Handcuffs out into the street they pushed her to the floor she was Rose Mcuffin Veteran of the Wagdogian Military. She blew her hair from her face and spat:

"I wondered when you would come, Section 28"

One of the hooded creatures angered by this fired into the air violently and then spat:

"Shut it"

Another of them holstered his Rifle and drew a Pistol from his holster he trained it on Rose and was about to Fire when another voice roared:

"Drop it, you sack of shit"

The hooded Section 28 figures had been so engrossed that they had failed to notice the 30 or so heavily armed men whom had exited the houses and the pub and had surrounded rose and her Captors the figures trained weapons on whom they could in the 30 strong crowd before the same roaring voice thundered as it clicked the Safety off a Bear Hunting Rifle:

"Drop it and let her Go NOW"

The hooded figure with the pistol trained it on the surrounding crowd and spoke:

"This doesn't concern you"

"WRONG......... FIRE" spat the roaring voice

Following the order the 30 strong group opened fire bullets flew forward and the hooded figures one by one fell to the floor the surrounding 30 inspired by their work sprinted forward to Rose. One of them cut the flexi cuffs off rose and helped them to her feet whilst the voice that had ordered the attack spoke:

"Rose are you ok? We where playing Darts when we heard the Gunshots. Who are they?"

Rose panted before speaking:

"Thank You, Their is not much time Shane I need to get to the mountains now........"

But before she could finish another voice interrupted they all span around Guns raised before they lowered them again for their standing before them in Tribal Robes was Bridget Smith the famous Free Slave:

"I feared the Worst, Rose Protector Chiefdom Quicksilver sent me and 6 Warriors to help you, we feared the worst when we heard the Gunshots."

Shane spoke up:

"Who are you? Whats going on?"

Bridget or Many Stars as she was known smiled before carrying on:

"Their is lots to say and very little time to say it. Rose Protector arm yourselves. The Chief wants us to head for the Wagdogian Embassy, we are to meet him their"

Rose Protector now calmer smiled and spoke:

"Of Course, Shane the stories I've been telling you will come true tonight"

Shane sighed and spoke:

"Why didn't you say so? Go Go bring forth that glorious story make it a reality we shall dispose of the dead and enact a clean up"

Rose Protector embraced him and whispered:

"Thank You"

With that she turned and reentered the house a mere 5 minutes later she emerged in Tribal Robes, Hinata Body armour armed with a Handmade Pistol and Sword she exchanged goodbyes with her friends before joining Many Stars and the Warriors they sprinted away down the street and across a field to a now landing white bodied Lynx Helicopter boarding it the Chopper rose proudly into the sky turned and sped away.


Vetakan Defence Force High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone of the Vetakan Defence Forces was relaxing in his leather chair in the centre of the Operations Room a desk before him had a pen and a pile of paperwork before him he had for the first time in years finished his paperwork before his shift as the Commander on Call had finished as a result he took advantage of the moment and simply lazed about the room observing and chatting to his subordinates as they went about their daily routine of tasks. Whilst Stone was the highest ranking officer of the Vetakan Military directly below the President in the Emergency Chain of Command he still liked to maintain a friendly down to earth relationship with his Staff. He rose from his chair and walked to the large Oak Desk that played host to many a late night High Command meeting he run his fingers across the table as he passed as he did so he heard it the Double Blast Doors of the Room slipped open and 4 Marines marched in firing their E-19 Prestonian Assault Rifles as they strode into the room. Stones natural instincts burst into life the Adrenaline forcing him to the floor he rolled away behind and eventually went into a crouch, staying down he moved forward and using all his strength he forced the massive Oak Table on to its side and sheltered behind it cursing he drew his E-57 Service Pistol and snapped off its Safety catch as bullets flew and bounced thick and fast from his shelter he was forced to witness the massacre of his staff. Men and Women whom he had just been chatting with and laughing with some as young as 21, most of them he had drunk with in one of the Capitals many Pubs, Clubs and Bars. Blood spattered about like a red rain in the room time seemed to Slow down as Stone watched as these men and women fell to the ground dying suddenly he was thrust back into normal time as a blood spattered man dived behind the Oak Table Stone pulled him as close to
Oak Table back as he could the mortally wounded man was Lt Commander George Bates whom was the Watch Officer on duty that night he screamed over the Massacre:

"RUN SIR, ILL HOLD THEM HERE, YOU CAN ESCAPE VIA THE AIR DUCT, RUN THE NATION NEEDS YOU"

Stone for a second looked at the Air Duct that had been deliberately been designed at act as an Escape Route he then closed his eyes and screamed back to the dying Bates:

"NO MR BATES, WE FIGHT, COVER ME"

Bates whom knew his fate smiled and screamed:

"AYE SIR, TONIGHT WE FIGHT, FOR VETAKA!!!"

Bates suddenly with strength beyond Humanity considering his injuries roared to his feet and proceeded to empty his 17 Strong Magazine of his E-57 he managed to hit one of the Rebel Marines in the Face before the Clip emptied as he did Stone rose and fired his own pistol the bullets flew the air with precision and amazing accuracy homed from his time as a Tribesman his shots met their targets and the Rebel Marines fell to the floor. Stone not allowing anymore unwanted visitors to arrive vaulted the Table and sprinted
forward reaching the dying Marines he finished them off with a quick shot in the head he covered himself as he reached the blast door looking around the corridor was unusually silent retreating back into the Command Operations Room he hit buttons on the Doors Control Console and they slid shut and flashed to announce they where sealed turning around he was relived to see one of his staff Sergeants Kayleigh Andrews by far his most capable and talented Intern had survived and was tending to Lt Commander Bates she looked up her face and hands stained in blood, tear streamed her face:

"Lt Commander Bates is dead Sir, As are the rest of the staff"

Stone winced:

"Are you injured?"

She shook her head, took a deep breath, regained her composure and spoke:

"No Sir, Operational Orders Sir? Under the Protocol I understand we engage Code Black?"

Stone mealy nodded and walked over to the Main Command Console he began to hit buttons and eventually spoke:

"Stone-Phoenix-Beta 078090"

The Computed chimed and a single black message on a red background flashed on the main OBSAT Screen "CODE BLACK ENGAGED STONE-PHOENIX BETA" this message would now be displayed on every Screen and PDA which was logged into the Vetakan OBSAT System. Code Black was the systems all purpose contingency plan designed to protect the people of its host nation
from destructive OBSAT use such as the systems capacity to launch Nuclear Ordnance and drop Thor Platform weaponary. Stone now turned to his only surviving subordinate a women of a mere 21 she was extremely pretty her reddish black hair hung across her face, her hands covered in blood and the blood of her colleagues, subordinates, superiors splattered across her face Stone was oddly aroused by her in her current state but far from pressing such feelings he began:

"Retrieve us some Weapons and Armour from the Storage Locker, I am going to access the CCTV of the building to see what state the High Command is in. Ill also try and contact the President, members of the High Command and anybody I can think of."

"Yes Sir" whispered Andrews

Whom managed a weak smile before heading off across the now silent Operations Room and down a small Corridor to a Storage Locker that contained Weapons, Ammunition, Armour and general Survial Supplies of a weeks worth.

Stone on the other hand sat down at a Computer that wasn't caked in blood he cracked his fingers before beginning luckily his Access Codes still worked he managed to access the High Commands CCTV System he cycled through the Camera's the main entrance desk was deserted zooming in using the High Definition Cameras he found that the High Commands General Guard staff had been slaughtered men lay dead around the building. He kept on cycling through and discovered the building was deserted of anybody he sighed somewhat relived he then switched to the buildings external camera's looking around the Freedom Square everything was normal and silent their was even a Guard Detail which suggested those men where either part of whatever the fuck was happening or they where oblivious to the situation. Stone resisted the temptation to contact them and instead picked up a phone he dialled a number and waited whilst it rang. As the phone rang he became ever more apprensive the number he was ringing was the Personal Contact of President of Vetaka Daniel Pearce a number which was usually answered within a few seconds for the first time rang out. Stone replaced the phone and dialled yet another number this time the Personal Contact of Dr Perry Cox, Vice President of the Vetakan Dominion again a number usually answered within Seconds rang out. Stone slammed it down and was about to ring a third number when the massive HD Operations Screen at the head of the Operations Room suddenly burst into life and began to sound an alarm, Stone looked up the Screen was displaying a new message from the old Code Black, Stone looked up and his heart skipped a beat as relief washed over him flashing on the screen just below the Code Black Message the words:

"Pearce-Phoenix-Alpha: Section 28 Confirmed. May the Phoenix Light Your Way"

Stone instantly new what was happening the Section had finally made its move, he snatched up the phone and dialled a number it rang before it burst into life it was Pearce's voice:

"Stone, I feared you where dead, Report?"

Stone spoke quickly:

"I engaged Code Black, 4 Marines assaulted and slaughtered the Command Staff within VDF High Command myself and Staff Sergeant Kay Andrews Survived, the Building is empty Sir and the guard detail in the Square are either oblivious or are part of the Section. How did you make it to the Citadel and have you had any word from the Vice President?"

"My detail flying via Chopper from OBSAT Space Command to the Capital when 2 Apaches we identified to be part of 7th Battle group appeared and engaged us. My Apaches engaged them and destroyed them however with the loss of their own lives during the battle my Chopper took a hit and we ditched 9 miles south of the Citadel from their a Tribal Scouting Party picked us up and we made it here. Negative on Cox he was due to meet with Lady Toriel but I haven't been able to raise him. The Tribe have yet to be attacked but the Chiefdom has mobilised his Forces. I have managed to raise Admiral Hornblower and Supreme General Hansworth. Hansworth assumed Command as Harling has been killed by a Section Assassin. 7th Battlegroup seems to have gone rogue all other Groups have reportedly supported us."

Stone was relieved but was still apprensive:

"Sir so its finally happened any news from the Wagdogians? We recieved a distress signal from our Embassy"

"No but first things first we need to regroup. The battlegroups under our instruction are following Protocol. 7th is currently holding deployed across Harcombe City. So we all know what that means but that was to be expected 1st and 2rd once ready shall depart to engage the 7th Battlegroup and retake Harcombe, do you concur?"

"Yes Sir but does this mean the Tribe will finally take the reins of our Stallion" spoke Stone

"Indeed, Today marks the beginning of the Tribal Chiefdom of Vetaka" replied Pearce

Vetakan Embassy, Goldtown, Aurum Domus, 02:28

The night was silent around the Embassy the weather was calm, still and windless nothing moved except the 2 man roaming Sentry Guard that patrolled the grounds. Security around the Vetakan Embassy within Aurum Domus was light this was mainly because Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service (VSIS) felt that the Vetakan Embassy within the Aurum Nation was not a Target for possible Terror Groups or Potential Rogue Elements of the Aurum military to attack and to a point VSIS had been right little did they know that the Vetakan Embassy was a prime target for the officially none existent Section 28.

As the 2 man roaming patrol passed the open gate it happened two shots sounded and the VDF Diplomatic Guards slumped to the floor a few seconds of silence passed before a small Bread Truck that if the Aurum Domus Authorities checked they would find it had been stolen fired up its Engines and shot forward roaring through open Embassy Gates it screeched to a halt outside the main entrance of the embassy the Trucks rear door opened and heavily armed men in Black their faces covered jumped from the Truck and surged forward into the building the Night Guard on the reception desk reached for his Pistol but un silenced assault rifle fire killed him before he could snap the safety off then all hell broke loose as the embassies alarms sounded the hooded men mealy broke off into small 2 man teams and proceeded to move through the complex killing anything that was alive the VDF Diplomatic Guards whom had been mostly sleeping managed to get a few shots off but they had been caught by surprise.

Back out in the courtyard of the Complex the driver of the bread truck on hearing the alarm grabbed his own rifle hit a big red button on the dashboard and jumped from the truck sprinting into the Embassy building the truck exploded sending it several feet into the sky and landed bag down in a flaming wreck on its side. On the top floor of the embassy or the Penthouse as it was known Ambassador Kelly-Ann-Packard jumped out of bed after she heard the explosion and ran in nothing but a rather sexual night gown into her Office locking the massive reinforced Oak door behind her she tipped over the desk and hit a silent Personal Alarm that would send Alarms ringing within VDF High Command, VSIS General Headquarters, OBSAT Space Command and the Designated Aurum Domus Command, sighing Kelly Packard went to a picture on the wall of herself and President Pearce whom was an old childhood sweetheart of hers smiling she touched him on the picture and tears streamed her face hearing the gunfire get closer she ripped the picture off the wall a metal lockbox replaced the picture in the wall she hit a few numbers on its Combination lock it clicked and she ripped it open reaching in she Yanked out its contents which was an E-57 Pistol and a lot of ammo loading she retreated behind the desk. As she did Gunfire rang out this time much closer she heard a small exchange before silence then BOOM the reinforced Oak door fell to the floor kicking smoke up as did Kelly to shocked to do anything froze. The room was then filled with Hooded Figures one of them cackled:

“Defect to Section 28 or Die”

Kelly sobbed and whispered:

“Never”

The same figure snarled:

“Did you not hear me Ambassador, Swear your loyalty to Section 28 or we will Kill me”

Kelly blinked and facing her fate she stood up and walked forward to the snarling distorted Voice she slapped him and roared as loud as she could:

“I bow to no man, and My Loyalty is to Vetaka”


Across Vetaka……………………………..

News was now slowly spreading of what was happening within the Vetakan Capital, Across the nation, and abroad in Wagadog and at Embassies around the world. People where being murdered, Ambassadors given ultimatums to swear loyalty, Vetakan Generals being murdered, their was even a rumour the President was dead. The legend of Section 28 was behind it they said the Conspiracy Theorists rejoiced, as the Section begun its attacks on its targets and on the Wagdogians attempting to kill the foreigners whom had showed them such kindness and support the Vetakan People in the pubs, clubs, houses and streets made its choice they mobilised Men and Women took up weapons, swords and rifles where taken off Walls polished and loaded and they took up guard outside of the houses of these Foreigners their Neighbours as the night wore on the battles began the Vetakan People surged forward on the arrival of the Section forces attacking and killing them they where forced back eventually as morning came the Section 28 resounded itself to its failure and its leadership ordered its retreat to Harcombe City where it would make its last stand as Harcombe was fortified by the Section 28 and by those that supported it its time was numbered for the United People where coming.

The Army was marching, the Navy was sailing and they Air Force was flying but that wasn’t all the morning silence was broken not just by the Conventional Army but by the hooves of thousands of horses of the White Phoenix but these where small fry compared to the some Million civilian militia that where marching on Harcombe the era of light, the era of the White Phoenix the beginning of the Chiefdom was coming as they came the radio waves became filled with Song as the United People sang the old song “Over the Hills and Far Away”

SIC
Interior Secretariat Offices, Palace of the Revolution; Tailville DR, Wagdog
"Damn it Iliescu, you said that this wouldn't happen!" Elaine Williams was not a happy woman at the moment. No, not happy at all. Her meticulously-planned silent coup was turning into a disaster with each passing second; progressively, wrong turn upon wrong turn was piling up. First the General Secretary simply disappears, without confirmation of whether McDonald fulfilled his assassination or not; then the people at large neighboring the Vetakan residences turned out in droves to actually oppose Section 28's operatives. Worse, the Guard units whose political officers were supposed to keep them in their stations and on their beats, thus keeping citizens out of it and letting the Section do its' work, were if anything increasingly exercising their initiative and acting against the foreign terrorist elements. "You said the Army would keep the Guard in line, so I could keep them passive while the Section did its' business and in turn helped us eliminate Lind's supporters after the bloodshed was done with."

"I said..." The vampire Defense Secretary responded from his mobile, preparing to address an increasingly restive National People's Congress, "that they would keep foreigners out of this aside from those we want involved; keeping the Guard in line was your responsibility Elaine. See to it that you do, if you still want the Deputy General Secretaryship when I get done here." He peremptorily hung up and turned to the Congress, the camera rolling for posterity's sake he would shortly begin his key moment in politics; his ascent to supreme power at long last after coping with revisionists and idiots for so long...

Wagdian Embassy, New Theeb Capital Complex #7; New Theeb, Vetaka
The sound of gunshots outside the embassy ran in time with the flow of the battle. Screams came from wounded, dead and dying men; so far, more among the enemy than among the embassy staff. Of course, thought Christine Friedrich, Deputy General Secretary to her husband seemingly a world away during this visit to her friends abroad, from a force led by Elves I would expect no less. The old skills stand strong, from Age to Age; as do the old allegiances.

That thought, Christine rounded a corner cautiously with her own S-25 submachine gun aimed and loosed a three-round burst into some hapless Section 28 operative also creeping her way who was just a second slower with his M16. Her combat stance, keeping as low as possible and moving steadily with wide sweeps of the sights to keep aware at all times, would seem jarring when compared to the ladylike cream-colored blouse and dress skirt she was wearing; but the former was in fact more of Christine's nature than the latter. Once, back when she'd been a 'sorority radical' and no more, things might've been different; but her decades spent besides Charles in the love of her life had forged Christine Friedrich into a weapon of a woman, body and soul, if only one knew what signs of such transformation to look for.

Halting herself from firing again, once she realized the forms before her were friendly, Christine took command as was only proper. "Captain Kharíllion," she regarded the Elven head of the embassy Guards detachment sagely; ten years at this post and he was still content here even despite being worthy of advancement if he chose to pursue like other Elves even definitely would. "Master Sergeant Landingston," the fairly-built black man holding sway over the embassy guards' rankers was covering the Elf with his own issue S-25, not that such was likely needed. The screams and shooting had stopped, replaced by low moans of the wounded and the distinct belabored sounds of cleaning up the general mess. "Status of the embassy?"

"The enemy took seven of our own, all guards..." Captain Fórir Kharíllion nós Kharlir took an appropriately grave tone with that, but remained all-business. "Two more are wounded but will live; if any among the terrorists live then the VDF Diplomatic Guards will make them wish otherwise I wager. We must get you and the Ambassador to safety." Clearly Vetaka wasn't that in his estimate, which irked Christine.

"Agreed Sir." Master Sergeant Landingston opined in. "The time to waste ran out once those yahoos started shooting. Ma'am, if you will..." He extended his hand to Christine but stopped after an equally formidable presence entered the room.

"Gentlemen, I am going nowhere;" Lady Tóriel made that clear. Being a nation's most-important ambassador, the wife of the Vetakan Vice-President and mother to his young daughter, and in general the real head of Wagdian foreign policy for several years running carried with it that level of command. "Christine must return, by means of the airfield where her Maxdome aircraft awaits; legitimate authority must be restored at home and despite me holding the banner here my people will indeed aid her." Lady Tóriel kept the opportunity this unrest presented Wagdog's elves to herself, it best not being forced until the situation's footing were surer. Turning to Christine she said, "Fair wind for your sails." The rest of the blessing needed no statement between them,

"And for yours," Christine hugged the elven woman whose platinum-haired face overtopped Christine's own by easily a head; more than that likely. "Sergeant, rally your men and lead the way." With that, Christine would make no wasted time in speeding home to take charge if Charles hadn't already; speed was crucial to upset any coups, and especially silent ones. Otherwise, the putschists' greatest ally would set in: lethargy; and once that happened all would indeed be lost...

Service Passageways, Palace of the Revolution; Tailville DR, Wagdog
The fact he'd been able to move the way he had at all was testament to how simple the coup plot had been; and how flawed. Most of the Palace guards on duty didn't even know whether to arrest General Secretary Lind or not, which he naturally used to his advantage. They put all their eggs in the basket that involved me being dead, so they didn't bother to order my arrest. How appropriately lazy of them. Putting his S-25 in its' chest holster after topping off its' ammunition, Charles picked up his sword and prepared to upstage what he guessed from the sound was his Defense Secretary's speech just beginning.

He'd let it run, maximizing the shock value of his reappearance and also the damnation factor from Iliescu's own mouth. Once he had what evidence he needed, doubtlessly recorded for broadcast from WIBC Channel 2 later, Lind would storm in and show the Congress how dead he wasn't. Soon, oh so soon, the blade Roxanne Wright had given him would taste blood again; vampire blood this time. The blood of one who'd served competently enough for two decades, but let his ambition get ahead of his competence; at the expense of his supposed immortality as he would soon learn the hardest way...

IC
Heads or Tails? Casino & Hotel; Tailville DR, Wagdog
Not knowing just how failed his plan was, Dr. Benjamin Lotus Gump made his way to the exits with his sole overnight bag. Ideally, he could be out of the country in an hour on a Section-28 aircraft purchased through a front, and he'd never have to deal with this forsaken land again. I wonder how Katie is? He hoped that professor in Rigley whom he still loved had answered properly to her Section assailants regarding whom she supported. Gump hated to think that someone as educated as her would actually fall for the Tribe's claptrap.

As he left, the first part of the complications dawned upon him. The streets in the tourist district were a war zone now, and not one he liked by the look of it; he could recognize the masked men with M-16s and such being progressively swamped and outfought by local Guards units and even those citizens who brought their own guns with them. The sounds of 6.7x53mm and 9x24mm fire echoed at various points in town; not the majority, which remained quiet enough, but in enough places to leave Gump impressed at the extent of VSIS-28's push here. And equally appalled at the extent of their apparent failure.

Passing the Tailville branch of Smithy's Wine Bar and Pub, the famous New Theeb Harbor district club and cathouse, Gump decided discretion was the better part of valor here. If indeed the Section's efforts here had failed, then it was his responsibility to take command from a secure location and orchestrate the evacuation of the surviving personnel. And the best place to do that, he reasoned, was within reach of the Section plane at Tailville DR International Airport. Hopping into a local cab, dodging a good squad or so of enraged locals, Gump barked, "TDR International. Now. You'll get your money."

As the car spread away, the battle for Smithy's reached its' crescendo; many of the working girls throwing their Section assailants from the windows in self-defense for the riled crowd below to then dispense its own rough justice onto the so-defenestrated terrorists. The Sectionists had come to inflict yet more terror on the local Vetakan population; this time as often non-Tribal as otherwise due, to the simple fact of their living in Wagdog and thus giving civilian life to an alliance that the Section wanted to destroy at the earliest possible moment. But yet again the tables had turned, and what they had thought would be a 'pleasure run' had instead yielded pain and defeat yet again.

The Section units converged on Smithy's in full retreat, attempting to make what stand they could in light of their worsening failure elsewhere. In a few districts the Guards were still too confused to act, but increasingly they joined to lead the people in bringing these provocateurs to justice. Gradually, order was reemerging on the capital's streets; oh so gradually, it was becoming clear that there was no hiding place for VSIS-28 here. The dice had come up snake-eyes as far as they were concerned, and it would soon be time to fork over the chips...

War Room, High General's Palace, 3:06 AM

"Will someone please tell me why I was rudely awoken at this late hour?"

"Sir, this is very important. Right after you went to sleep we got reports coming out of Vetaka of some sort of coup. Apparently the officially none existent group Section 28 of Vetakan Intelligence started some sort of war against the White Phoenix Tribe. This could be the excuse for the WPs to take control over Vetaka, I'm pretty sure they'd still stay peaceful but we don't know yet if anyones life is in danger. Now heres the kicker, right after this we get reports comign out of Wagdog about an attack on the Vetakan embassy, minutes later the alarm beacon in the Vetakan embassy goes off. By the time we get there to investigate theres nothing but bodies. They're all dead High General, including Kelly Packard. We'll keep looking for them but I doubt anything will turn up, we'll keep you updated."

"Well this is one fucked up situation, first, setup a wide search with your best officers. I don't care if you have to pluck some of them from bed just do it immediately. Also, get on the horn to Vetaka and see whats going on. Make sure Pearce is alive."

"Yes sir."

Official OBSAT Communication

REQUESTING INTEL ON CURRENT SITUATION IN VETAKA, PRESIDENT PEARCE ALIVE/DEAD? RESPOND ASAP