NationStates Jolt Archive

**BREAKING NEWS**

A news reporter sits behind a desk and begins to speak:

"Hello, this is Beatusian Republic News, and we have breaking news at this hour. Protesters in the City of the Blessed have turned violent, as many religious activists stormed the Edwardo Listless Executive Offices, reports are just now coming in, and it seams that President Jim Lange has gone missing. Some have suggested that this whole incident was orchestrated by Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump, as a bid for power, and an attempt by the Path to reinstated the Theocracy. We attempted to contact Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump, but he is apparently unavailable, when we asked where he was his secretary simply said, 'The Arch Prior is attending to his duties at this time thank you'. It has been reported that Arch Prior, Huttlebump was spotted earlier today with the protesters..."

He is interrupted by a loud crash, and 5 men in the white robes of the Blessed Guard surround the news reporter with they're M14's trained on him, seconds before the broadcast single goes dead. A video of this broadcast is promptly posted on a popular video website, within a half an hour, news networks around the world are running it.

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The United Socialist States of Yanitaria will pledge it's full support, and with your permission, will start flying Tu-16s and Tu-95s (recon variants only) based in Stoklomolvi Airfields and airfields in northern Yanitaria to aid in your search.

Furthermore, we can dispatch 100,000 marine paratroopers to your land in MS-12 Vespas, and SLT-31A Chevaliers to aid in your fight against the rebel faction.

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The United Socialist States of Yanitaria will pledge it's full support, and with your permission, will start flying Tu-16s and Tu-95s (recon variants only) based in Stoklomolvi Airfields and airfields in northern Yanitaria to aid in your search.

Furthermore, we can dispatch 100,000 marine paratroopers to your land in MS-12 Vespas, and SLT-31A Chevaliers to aid in your fight against the rebel faction.

To Yanitaria,

That will not be necessary. Everything is under control.

Signed,
Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
The Republic of the Beatus

"Prepare your arms, Josh how many are we going to take? What weapons will we distribute? Get your kevlar on dammit." and other comments were made as Hawk Col.Lt. Richard Jeriko and his dear friend Michael Right, who he had meet in elementary school, when he was getting bullied around Michael stood in and threw the bully out the second story window Michael was suspended for it but when he got back he and Richard became friends, were walking through a groupo of 130 Hawks or so who were putting on their body armor, and preparing their weapons and stores. The group was going to take a transport and be dropped into The Beatus were as they would split into three groups, a search and destroy group, and search and resque group and a battle squad. The group was hand picked by President John Batther who was a friend of Jim Lange, and hence hearing that he wasn't in control after rioting knew something happened. He placed the Hawks upon their transport and shipped them off, after they left he wrote a letter to Yanitirria.

To The Government of The United Socialist States of Yanitaria,

We are sending spec ops to take care of the situation, something bad must have happened, we would love your aid if this is to turn into a war.

--President and Brigader John Batther

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Open Diplomatic Communiqué

Blah blah blah generic diplomatic rambling blah blah government instability blah blah darn rebels blah blah fifty billion blah blah.

Regards,
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Grigor Aleksandrovich Stuyonovich
Civilian Management
Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Open Diplomatic Communiqué

Blah blah blah generic diplomatic rambling blah blah government instability blah blah darn rebels blah blah fifty billion blah blah.

Regards,
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Grigor Aleksandrovich Stuyonovich
Civilian Management
Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC: LOL

IC:

To Beatus

I have a Free Minds task force ready to move in once we have your government's permission...over.

South Lizasaurian General

OOC: LOL

IC:

To the Free Mind Alliance,

Everything here is fine. The situation is under control. There is no need to send in forces at this time.

Signed,
Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
The Republic of the Beatus

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Open Diplomatic Communiqué

Blah blah blah generic diplomatic rambling blah blah government instability blah blah darn rebels blah blah fifty billion blah blah.

Regards,
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Grigor Aleksandrovich Stuyonovich
Civilian Management
Minister of Foreign Affairs

ooc: wow wait to totally steal my Post (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13357178&postcount=17) from the "cleasing undersireables" thread :rolleyes:

To: The Beatus

If there is anything the Kennyian Republic can do to help out in your time of crisis please feel free to ask.

Mark Velo
Mark Velo
President of ----Kenny----

From Free Republic Of Oily Prata
Crap Crap Copy of Stok's post Crap Crap Poor Beatus Crap Crap Bombers Crap Crap Encrypted
To President Jim Lange's Private EA line.

It is with the deepest concern the Sergoran Republic notes that a prior suspected of wanting a theocratic form of government seems connected to violent unrest and attack on the independent media of the nation of Beatus. We further note that Jim Lange is the legitimate leader of this nation, and request permission to investigate

**BREAKING NEWS**
A video of this broadcast is promptly posted on a popular video website, within a half an hour, news networks around the world are running it.


The Queendom of Rhodea is alarmed by this situation and will provide additional supplies to thwart those religious zealots. Expect Y17 Cargoplanes to enter Beatusian airspace in 1600 hours.

The Queendom of Rhodea is alarmed by this situation and will provide additional supplies to thwart those religious zealots. Expect Y17 Cargoplanes to enter Beatusian airspace in 1600 hours.

OOC: You usually ask someone if they will let you enter their airspace.

If I were beatus, I'd personally just shoot your planes down, for lack of manners.

OOC: Yeah HIGH FIVE, for killing people who don't have manners! I love to do that, i even do that to allies sometimes, thus the reason I don't have to many.

OOC: Oh also Yani can you please reply to my letter I sent you on the third post please.

To:The Beatus
From:United Dependencies Foriegn Affairs Ministry
Subject:Protest

Sorry to hear about the news of violent protest. We can only hope that no one was hurt. If needed we shall send medical and monetary aid. Looking forward to continued good relations with you.

Theodore W.
United Dependencies Foriegn Affairs Minister

OOC: Oh also Yani can you please reply to my letter I sent you on the third post please.

Oh, sorry, I didn't see it. And *HIGH FIVE*. If you want an embassy in my nation, you are so getting allied status!

IC:

Encrypted Reply To Greston:

In the event of a full out war, the USSY would be glad to lend full military aid. Our nation's bomber bases would also be willing to allow your bombers to land and refuel on their way. Il-78 tankers will be available for your planes if you chose to pass through Yanitarian Airspace, although we would appreciate it if you radioed the nearest radar station some time before you entered our airspace.

-President Norheim

To President Norheim of The United Socialist States of Yanitaria,

Thank you for letting us know that if this is to turn into a war we will have someone to back us. It is a sad thing to loose a friend so I just pray that my spec ops can find Jim Lange and bring the real The Beatus back. But I promise that if they are to find him dead, in less then an hour I will be there on the frontlines inless then an hour with all of the Golden Finch Brigade by my side to kill every last one of the people who did that, the people who covered it up, and Arch Prior Giorgio Huttlebump and everyone who defends.

--President and Brigader John Batther

OOC: Okay thanks, can I have a link to it, I can't turn down an ally.

OOC: It's in my sig, labeled "Embassy"

To the Nations of the World

I am fine. THEre is no need to worry. I am Lucky, that I am blessed with such friends who care for my Personal well being. Again thank you for your deep MEaning full messages!

Signed,
Jim Lange,
President,
The Republic of the Beatus

***---***

Send Via transmission stations in: Havana, Edision, Liverpool, Paris, - Madagascar, Edision

Thank you to: Heinrich, Emil, Ludwig, Paula, - Martha, Emil

Athentification Code: Hotel, Echo, Lima, Papa, - Mike, Echo

Foreign Office, Boralgrad

The translator finished his work, as the three other men in the room shuffled uneasily.

Eliat Hansen, representative for the intelligence services, was the first to speak. "He's clearly in need of aid, and although I know our policy on not interfering in the affairs of sovereign nations, I suggest we go in."

The minister of foreign affairs, John Torat, retorted in a critical tone. "You know the policy, you just didn't get, did you?".

Eliat looked calm in the face of what was clearly a veiled order to stand down. "Our stated goal is to preserve the universal value of democracy, not only for ourselves but those foreigners we -can- help. Don't you want to help Lange?". John shuddered, then nodded. "Definitely. However, we risk all against these extremists if they know we're involved. You have free reign provided you observe total deniability."

Eliat smiled, then turned to the last man, whose very name was a secret. "We are authorized with free reigns. Get a scouting operation on the feet immediately."

Later that day, the Beatus

At varying times and with varying flights, four Sergorans entered Beatus. With various covers as a student, two tourists and a government representative, they immediately went about investigating the present situation in Beatus. If legal by Beatusian law, all are armed.

The "tourists" went about walking the streets, looking for signs of civic conflict, crime and other indicators that something "off" had happened in the nation. In halting Beatusian they attempt to ask the local population what's going on.

The student goes about investigating the recent history of Beatus and see if there has been conflicts before now, and what the outcome was, as well as what factions exist that could wish to change the social and political order of the Beatus.

The government representative goes straight for the Beatusian seat of government, citing the recent video as a reason for great concern for the international community, and asks politely about what the Blessed Guard is and requests details about other dissident groups in the nation. He will also request a meeting with Jim Lange.

Foreign Office, Boralgrad

The translator finished his work, as the three other men in the room shuffled uneasily.

Eliat Hansen, representative for the intelligence services, was the first to speak. "He's clearly in need of aid, and although I know our policy on not interfering in the affairs of sovereign nations, I suggest we go in."

The minister of foreign affairs, John Torat, retorted in a critical tone. "You know the policy, you just didn't get, did you?".

Eliat looked calm in the face of what was clearly a veiled order to stand down. "Our stated goal is to preserve the universal value of democracy, not only for ourselves but those foreigners we -can- help. Don't you want to help Lange?". John shuddered, then nodded. "Definitely. However, we risk all against these extremists if they know we're involved. You have free reign provided you observe total deniability."

Eliat smiled, then turned to the last man, whose very name was a secret. "We are authorized with free reigns. Get a scouting operation on the feet immediately."

Later that day, the Beatus

At varying times and with varying flights, four Sergorans entered Beatus. With various covers as a student, two tourists and a government representative, they immediately went about investigating the present situation in Beatus. If legal by Beatusian law, all are armed.

The "tourists" went about walking the streets, looking for signs of civic conflict, crime and other indicators that something "off" had happened in the nation. In halting Beatusian they attempt to ask the local population what's going on.

The student goes about investigating the recent history of Beatus and see if there has been conflicts before now, and what the outcome was, as well as what factions exist that could wish to change the social and political order of the Beatus.

The government representative goes straight for the Beatusian seat of government, citing the recent video as a reason for great concern for the international community, and asks politely about what the Blessed Guard is and requests details about other dissident groups in the nation. He will also request a meeting with Jim Lange.

The tourists found very few people on the streets, and those that were, weren't very talkative. They did however learn that something had happened, as clearly evident by the charred remains of cars and rubble left where buildings had once been, in one section of the city of the blessed.

The student learned that the nation had very recently became a democracy, and was until recently a theocracy under the leadership of the most loved and well respected leader in the nation's history, His Holiness, Edwardo Listless, until he recently died of a heart attack. He then found that Edwardo Listless had risen to power not that long ago, after leading a revolution against the nations former monarch, because the monarch banned all religions in the nation.

The government representative was searched upon entering the Government building, which had apparently suffered a fire, and many explosions. His weapons were held for "safe keeping" until he was ready to leave the building. Once inside, he asked his questions. Upon mentioning the words, "Blessed Guard," and "Jim Lange," he was shot, twice once in the front of the head, and once in the back, at nearly the same time. The body was then taken out side, and placed in a car. Which was then hit by an RPG round. Within a half an hour the news was sent out of the death of a foreign representative, who was tragically killed when an RPG misfired.

Lord Der'Khaine quietly read the "Congress Chronicles". A newspaper developed to keep the peoples of Darthalia informed on the changes and developments in the government. It also covered hot topics that came from other nations. One in particular was the "public" report on the death of a foreign representative.

Der'Khaine sighed deeply and peeled his glasses off, placing them aside and pinching the bridge of his nose. This was the second report on violence occurring in their allie's nation and it was beginning to worry Der'Khaine. Particularly since his friend President Jim Lange continued to deny help from nations seeking to send aid.

Why was he denying aid when there was clearly a problem going on in his nation? Why would he deny the fact there is even a problem? He had met Jim in person and as a man of the people he was definitely a man of the people. A man who would diligently looks after the safety and wellbeing of his people. No man like that would deny the clearly evident threat of weakening stability within his nation.

He pressed the button on the intercom that sat on the corner of his desk. "Liari?" He released the button and his secretary's voice responded back: "Yes my lord?" "I need to speak with President Jim Lange of The Beatus immediately. Could you transfer his number over to my phone?" She responded, "Absolutely my lord. Transferring now." He smiled and said: "Thank you my dear," before ending their conversation and promptly picking up his phone, listening to the dial tone.

[OOC: Stealing the post from Cookesborough? What made you think of that?]

[OOC: Stealing the post from Cookesborough? What made you think of that?]

OOC: Was that directed at me?

Boralgrad, Sergora

John Torat looked despondently on the short video clip of burning wreckage. Looking up, he said "That's no terrorist attack. Our nation has not influenced any other nation or group negatively for forty years, there can't be a faction specifically hostile against the Sergoran people inside the Beatus."

"Sir?" the two other people, an army commanders and a diplomat by trade, looked concerned. The sticky silence surrounding their civil leadership did not bode well for anybody.

"I want a full inquest, send demands to the Beatus like you own them."

Both subordinates nodded and hurried off to do their superiour's bidding.

The Beatus

As quickly as the news reached Sergora the Sergoran foreign office acted. Demanding a full extradition of the body for a domestic autopsy, Sergora also wants an explanation of the exact circumstances of the death of a native Sergoran inside the Beatus.

On the closed channels, Sergoran government staff make no bones about the importance of this event - Unless The Beatus comes clean and explains the how and why of this sudden murder, hell will be raised in the international community.

Lord Der'Khaine quietly read the "Congress Chronicles". A newspaper developed to keep the peoples of Darthalia informed on the changes and developments in the government. It also covered hot topics that came from other nations. One in particular was the "public" report on the death of a foreign representative.

Der'Khaine sighed deeply and peeled his glasses off, placing them aside and pinching the bridge of his nose. This was the second report on violence occurring in their allie's nation and it was beginning to worry Der'Khaine. Particularly since his friend President Jim Lange continued to deny help from nations seeking to send aid.

Why was he denying aid when there was clearly a problem going on in his nation? Why would he deny the fact there is even a problem? He had met Jim in person and as a man of the people he was definitely a man of the people. A man who would diligently looks after the safety and wellbeing of his people. No man like that would deny the clearly evident threat of weakening stability within his nation.

He pressed the button on the intercom that sat on the corner of his desk. "Liari?" He released the button and his secretary's voice responded back: "Yes my lord?" "I need to speak with President Jim Lange of The Beatus immediately. Could you transfer his number over to my phone?" She responded, "Absolutely my lord. Transferring now." He smiled and said: "Thank you my dear," before ending their conversation and promptly picking up his phone, listening to the dial tone.

The phone rang twice before Jim's voice said, "Hello?"

Boralgrad, Sergora

John Torat looked despondently on the short video clip of burning wreckage. Looking up, he said "That's no terrorist attack. Our nation has not influenced any other nation or group negatively for forty years, there can't be a faction specifically hostile against the Sergoran people inside the Beatus."

"Sir?" the two other people, an army commanders and a diplomat by trade, looked concerned. The sticky silence surrounding their civil leadership did not bode well for anybody.

"I want a full inquest, send demands to the Beatus like you own them."

Both subordinates nodded and hurried off to do their superiour's bidding.

The Beatus

As quickly as the news reached Sergora the Sergoran foreign office acted. Demanding a full extradition of the body for a domestic autopsy, Sergora also wants an explanation of the exact circumstances of the death of a native Sergoran inside the Beatus.

On the closed channels, Sergoran government staff make no bones about the importance of this event - Unless The Beatus comes clean and explains the how and why of this sudden murder, hell will be raised in the international community.

To Sergora,

We apologize for this event. It was a horrible accident. Apparently an RPG launcher misfired. The soldier who was holding has been dealt with accordingly. I am afraid we have more bad news though. We seam to have lost the body. Don't ask me how, but it has happened.

Signed,
Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
The Republic of the Beatus

The phone rang twice before Jim's voice said, "Hello?"

"Hello Jim, it's Der'Khaine. It's been quite awhile since last we spoke, has it not?"

He quietly continued to view over the reports of the situation in Beatus as he continued.

"Anyway, I wont keep you long. I hear of some strange and rather violent happenings going on in Beatus. Is everything alright? I keep hearing you're denying any sort of problem."

"Hello Jim, it's Der'Khaine. It's been quite awhile since last we spoke, has it not?"

He quietly continued to view over the reports of the situation in Beatus as he continued.

"Anyway, I wont keep you long. I hear of some strange and rather violent happenings going on in Beatus. Is everything alright? I keep hearing you're denying any sort of problem."

"Everything is fine," said Jim in a happy voice, then he quietly whispered grimly, "Help me."

[OOC: Stealing the post from Cookesborough? What made you think of that?]

OOC: Cookesborough? I'm just kidding around ;) You can't lie though, they are very similar

"Everything is fine," said Jim in a happy voice, then he quietly whispered grimly, "Help me."

Der'Khaine listened as Jim lied to him. But then, as quickly as he lied to him, pleaded for help. "I am your friend Jim. Tell me what I can do and I will do it. This situation is getting out of hand with the death of a foreign agent on your hands other countries are going to start asking questions. If you tell me what I can do to help you we can douse the fire before it spreads."

Der'Khaine listened as Jim lied to him. But then, as quickly as he lied to him, pleaded for help. "I am your friend Jim. Tell me what I can do and I will do it. This situation is getting out of hand with the death of a foreign agent on your hands other countries are going to start asking questions. If you tell me what I can do to help you we can douse the fire before it spreads."

"They are holding me..." Jim whispered, before the line went dead.

Boralgrad

Torat was at his wits' end with these people. "An RPG misfired. Well, well. What the bloody hell do you think happens if you even let some pimply-faced conscript run around with heavy weapons near foreign diplomats? And no body. Of course I might almost say."

His everpresent aides offered available solutions as they were trained to, ignoring John's anxious muse. First up was the man in black: "We can extract Mr. Lange. Our intel shows nothing about Beatusian military, by if this Blessed Guard is a non-skilled irregular force our special forces can easily pull off a extraction op."

John shook his head. "Precisely because we know nothing about them that could end in the worst kind of botch for my government. I won't have it."

The chief diplomat Dines Bargeld stepped in, dextrously filling the place in front of the man in black and pushing him away. "If I may, John. We can set up a smear campaign so bad this Huttlebump would make the Ayatollah Khomeini look good. We will get our interview with Jim Lange, and an opening for all nations to see what kind of government is actually in effect in the Beatus - Get all the other nations in on the condemnation as well, hmm?".

John nodded wearily. "I'm not much for psych ops and backalley terror campaigns, but your advice is sound Dines. As always, I might up. - make it happen, and tell all foreign office personnel to come in for a double shift. I'll give them a bottle of wine for their trouble.

The International Community

Only hours later the Sergoran government and foreign office held a press conference condemning the recent developments in the Beatus and demanding severe concessions. A full text of the initial document is as follows:

I. Whereas the apparent government of The Beatus has been unable to satisfactorily explain the death of a member of the Sergoran government inside their capital as well as exhibiting a suspicious irresponsibility leading to the destruction or abduction of the corpse so that no claims regarding the incident can be verified, and

II. Whereas a man whose title is identified only as "Prior", the rev. Prior Huttlebump, answers Sergoran communications on behalf of the Beatusian government, in spite of having no identified legitimate title of office in the democratic state of the Beatus! And

IIa. Whereas we suspect Huttlebump and some sort of transitional "coup" group of holding president Jim Lange captive on account of Mr. Langes apparent unwillingness to explain the events in his nation and giving us what we believe is an encrypted cry for help. [A brief excerpt is given of the Jim Lange's "To the nations of the world" communique]

We, the goverment of the people of the democratic republic of Sergora, demand a full set of concessions, the most of important of which are:

A. The immediate restoration of Jim Lange and his cabinet to freedom of action and government, and the dismantling of any absolutist form of state there has risen in his absence. Also, the immediate restoration of the free press corps.

B. A free hearing of Prior Huttlebump where he may explain his place in the legitimate government and give full account of the armed faction known only as the "Blessed Guard" who have been known to repress media stations in Beatus and remain suspected of several counts of abduction and murder against Beatusian AND Sergoran members of government.

C. If there is in fact a state of civil conflict inside the Beatus (and we will assume there is if the Beatusian government does not abide by all Sergoran demands), we demand the extradition of Jim Lange to protected custody in the Sergoran republic, and offer our armed forces to keep the peace so that an armed truce may be initiated and negotations for the restoration of peace and democracy to your fair nation can begin again.

Let it be known that there are no fair reasons the democratic government of the Beatus should not comply with these simple demands, and we invite all free and democratic nations of the world to lay whatever sanctions they are able on the Beatus if the Huttlebump faction stand by their reprehensible conspiracy. We will lead the way with this solemn threat: A total trade embargo is being prepared against Beatus as well as a strategy of inviting all Sergoran investors to hurt Beatusian economic interests.

Sergoran border territories

While present-day Sergora is not as militarized as it has been, it is with widely public support that protection is stepped up for potential crisis situations, as policemen go armed with firearms and Tu-16 Reconnaissance planes join the AWACS flights in order to keep border intel up to pace in the event anything happens.

If any Beatusian citizens live inside Sergora (it is not known to Sergora whether Beatusians are allowed to leave their country), they are visited by police and government officials with an instruction not the leave the Sergoran Republic.

Boralgrad

The International Community

Only hours later the Sergoran government and foreign office held a press conference condemning the recent developments in the Beatus and demanding severe concessions. A full text of the initial document is as follows:

I. Whereas the apparent government of The Beatus has been unable to satisfactorily explain the death of a member of the Sergoran government inside their capital as well as exhibiting a suspicious irresponsibility leading to the destruction or abduction of the corpse so that no claims regarding the incident can be verified, and

II. Whereas a man whose title is identified only as "Prior", the rev. Prior Huttlebump, answers Sergoran communications on behalf of the Beatusian government, in spite of having no identified legitimate title of office in the democratic state of the Beatus! And

IIa. Whereas we suspect Huttlebump and some sort of transitional "coup" group of holding president Jim Lange captive on account of Mr. Langes apparent unwillingness to explain the events in his nation and giving us what we believe is an encrypted cry for help. [A brief excerpt is given of the Jim Lange's "To the nations of the world" communique]

We, the goverment of the people of the democratic republic of Sergora, demand a full set of concessions, the most of important of which are:

A. The immediate restoration of Jim Lange and his cabinet to freedom of action and government, and the dismantling of any absolutist form of state there has risen in his absence. Also, the immediate restoration of the free press corps.

B. A free hearing of Prior Huttlebump where he may explain his place in the legitimate government and give full account of the armed faction known only as the "Blessed Guard" who have been known to repress media stations in Beatus and remain suspected of several counts of abduction and murder against Beatusian AND Sergoran members of government.

C. If there is in fact a state of civil conflict inside the Beatus (and we will assume there is if the Beatusian government does not abide by all Sergoran demands), we demand the extradition of Jim Lange to protected custody in the Sergoran republic, and offer our armed forces to keep the peace so that an armed truce may be initiated and negotations for the restoration of peace and democracy to your fair nation can begin again.

Let it be known that there are no fair reasons the democratic government of the Beatus should not comply with these simple demands, and we invite all free and democratic nations of the world to lay whatever sanctions they are able on the Beatus if the Huttlebump faction stand by their reprehensible conspiracy. We will lead the way with this solemn threat: A total trade embargo is being prepared against Beatus as well as a strategy of inviting all Sergoran investors to hurt Beatusian economic interests.

Highly Encrypted Message to the Sergoran Government

We ascertain from your recent statement, that you are planning, at the least, an attempt to extract Jim Lange. We are also planning such an operation. This is a very delicate situation, because if they know anyone is coming, they will kill him, and blame it on those who attempt to rescue him. We have operatives within the Blessed Guard, who are attempting to get close to Jim. Also we would prefer a little warning if you intent to invade, as there are certain areas that we have under control, that your people will not be allowed to enter, such as military bases, and the Gitche Gumee National Park, which is off limits to every one, except for a few privileged military personal, mainly sociologist, and anthropologists, you are not even allowed to fly over it. It is home to a few preliterate tribes, which we do not with to disturb. The military has been working for nearly 400 years to keep this area theres, and keep them secluded. They are our nations most prized, and unknown national treasure. We will not ruin they're way of life as so many other nations have done to native tribes in they're nation. So anyway, if you plan on invading we will furnish you with maps of our nation, including: any information we have on Blessed Guard defensive positions, off-limits sites, major roads and population centers. We would also prefer to minimize civilian casualties.

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

JCS Headquaters, classified location, Boralgrad

The seats were sticky at the point President of the Republic Attias Jenson entered the room. "Is it true?" He asked the assembled chiefs of staff, a deeply concerned expression on his face.

An aide took the word from the reluctanct military officials. "Our worst suspicions regarding the Beatusian situation seems to have been confirmed by the democratic-loyalist military. You will see relevant data pertaining to our military status against that of the Beatus, it is as yet unknown how many of these forces are loyalist or totalitarian, and this "Military Tribunal" seems amenable to performing an extraction. They also warned us that the totalitarians will kill Mr. Lange in the event of noticing a rescue attempt. Or, if we invade, they will certainly put up a fuss as well."

Attias shook his head. "Open military invasion? Not a viable solution as I see it. They are extremists and will kill him as well. And what example will that set for the people of the Beatus? I understand they are deeply faithful, and even if this prior is guilty of high treason we would do well to let him be judged by his countrymen instead of going in with all guns blazing to "liberate" them. Give me something I can really work with, here - And let the Tribunal know we will cooperate with them on an extraction."

The military chiefs nodded grudgingly and set about working out a plan of action for the republic of the Beatus.


((OOC>> I like where this is going, but isn't an invasion way too harsh in this situation? Sergora's government would be very reluctanct to get into a shooting war for something that has so little direct concern for Sergora itself - As of now I would prefer to attempt an extraction and then send monetary and advisory support to the pro-democratic military so they can fix it for themselves.

Also, I have a few rules with regards to how I roleplay conflicts, they can be found in the Sergoran factbook along with a lot of other good info about my nation here! )) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=547305&highlight=Factbook%3A+Sergora)

((Did my former post get eaten? Or is there some particular order in which posts get approved?))

"They are holding me..." Jim whispered, before the line went dead.

As the line went dead he blinked and said, "Jim? Jim is everything alright? Are you there Jim?", and after a few moments of more silence he put the phone back on the hook and sighed heavily. The situation was much worse than he thought. Not only was this "Blessed Guard" subtly holding the President captive but they were terrorizing the country. If someone does not intervene the population could revolt against Jim. And then that would leave the floor open for all sorts of chaos.

This problem was a very delicate. One wrong move or bad choice of words and it could lead to all out war.

To the International Community....
Many of you are now aware of the presence of a problem inside The Beatus. I have personally spoken with President Jim Lange and found the problem to be getting out of hand.

It has come to my attention these "Blessed Guard" are holding Jim captive and are ready to execute him should other nations attempt to intervene. This is why the possibility of occupying the country with foreign troops will no doubt lead to all out war with the upset peoples of The Beatus.

And so it is with no other choice I propose that we conduct a black ops mission to extract President Jim Lange from Blessed Guard custody and bring him to a nation where he will be protected and watched over carefully.

However this mission cannot be done alone and we will need the aid of The Military Tribunal of The Beatus to not only provide the troops with the proper intel but also safe transport into The Beatus. Again, I cannot stress enough what a delicate situation this is and I will say again invasion and occupation is not an option.

Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

JCS Headquarters, a classified location near Boralgrad

The assembled heads of intelligence and military were already slick with sweat when President of the Republic Attias Jenson made his entrance, having worked hard on the situation at hand. "Gentlemen?" There was an uncomfortable silence, and a aide took the lead from the silent chiefs. "New contact with a loyalist democratic group from the Beatus' heads of military called the Military Tribunal confirm our worst fears about the national situation. Lange is a prisoner of the Blessed Guard, and any failed attempt to get to him will mean that they kill him. Same for an invasion, which the Tribunal seems amenable to let us perform."

Jenson shook his head. "That's not a viable option. Even if this Huttlebump is not very popular, I understand the population of the Beatus is very devout. If he is to be judged, it should be by his own countrymen, not by some "liberating" foreigners that come in all guns blazing. Give me some options I can work with, and do let the Tribunal know we will aid with an extraction if they can get our boys inside. Tell these Imperium Chaps will we work with them too, but to keep our plans a secret. No good yelling out our intentions to Huttlebump, eh?". He turned to get a cup of coffee and let the joint chiefs do what they did best.

((OOC>> I like where this is heading Beatus, but isn't calling for invasion a bit harsh? The current Sergoran government really does not want to be that militarily involved in a situation that has few direct consequences for the Sergoran people. The current consensus is to help perform an extraction and then support pro-democratic military and other loyalist forces with money and advisors afterwards.))

As the line went dead he blinked and said, "Jim? Jim is everything alright? Are you there Jim?", and after a few moments of more silence he put the phone back on the hook and sighed heavily. The situation was much worse than he thought. Not only was this "Blessed Guard" subtly holding the President captive but they were terrorizing the country. If someone does not intervene the population could revolt against Jim. And then that would leave the floor open for all sorts of chaos.

This problem was a very delicate. One wrong move or bad choice of words and it could lead to all out war.

To the International Community....
Many of you are now aware of the presence of a problem inside The Beatus. I have personally spoken with President Jim Lange and found the problem to be getting out of hand.

It has come to my attention these "Blessed Guard" are holding Jim captive and are ready to execute him should other nations attempt to intervene. This is why the possibility of occupying the country with foreign troops will no doubt lead to all out war with the upset peoples of The Beatus.

And so it is with no other choice I propose that we conduct a black ops mission to extract President Jim Lange from Blessed Guard custody and bring him to a nation where he will be protected and watched over carefully.

However this mission cannot be done alone and we will need the aid of The Military Tribunal of The Beatus to not only provide the troops with the proper intel but also safe transport into The Beatus. Again, I cannot stress enough what a delicate situation this is and I will say again invasion and occupation is not an option.

Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

To Lord Der'Khaine,

We have heard your call for assistance. We can provide intelligence, however, our forces are stretched to the max defending our facilities, and other essential Beatusian landmarks. We can provide refueling aircraft. We can also tell you that the Blessed Guard have no aircraft, but do have AA equipment, including modern guided missile systems, although we still hold the early warning radar, so they won't see you till the last moment. If you have specific intel requests, we will be happy to give to you what we have on those topics.


Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

Fourth Special Forces Operational Centre, the Fugelberj massive, East Sergora

Executive Captain Morgan Blixa looked his orders over briefly, noting the presidential seal at the bottom. Donning his shades to cover against the sharp sun reflecting off the massive, calling his batallion to him with a sharp order.

As they gathered up, he waved the paper in the air sternly. "Listen up, fourth - We are to aid and possible undertake an extraction mission, the target being a class 1 foreign VIP, and you know what that means.". The men looked on impassively, their sharp minds contemplating the importance of the order. "It's very close now, and must be performed in a potentially totally hostile environment - Order and means of entry can be, well, anyone at all, we will have to work out a specific plan once we're near. Saddle up, we're going for a ride!"

The special operations operatives ran off with mechanical precision, their minds racing with the impending challenge, the chance to show their expensive and grueling training regimen has not been in vain.



((Filler post! :D See you guys later.))

The situation of Jim Lange being held hostage was evident. The earlier message he had sent out was analyzed by the GWOIA Personnel stationed in the Spire. Within seconds, one of them noticed that the Authenticity Code and "Thank Yous" spelled out HELP ME.

Thus, help was going to be sent. Not even The Beatus government would know of it, for the possibility of a leak was too great. Heinrich Slaag, commander of the Special Tactics Force, would be deployed along with two GWOIA Agents. The reason for Heinrich being deployed was that Jim and Heinrich had met before at Edwardo Listless's funeral, and the situation was extremely delicate. Obviously, this would mean that they wouldn't be wearing a specific uniform. They were going to be deployed wearing trenchcoats and black BDU pants, a typical setup that for some reason had become a trend in the GWO. Their form of entry? Land vehicle.

First, they would be flown to a neighboring GWO Province, where they would recieve disassembled MI-P57 handguns and one MP7 submachine pistol. The weapons were to be disassembled to look like civilian objects. Then, they would be given a Land Rover (Which is used by police forces across the GWO alongside Lexus ES300s and SAABs) to drive into the Beatus. Authorization was recieved from GRIFFITH-II's PDA, and the team boarded a small private-looking jet headed to the said GWO province.

Ft. Porter, Early Warning Radar Center

The Beatusian military was on high alert ever since, what was being called, for lack of a better word, the coup. No one knew exactly where the Blessed Guard would make its first strike, if it made one. They had been tracking lots of troop movements in the area, but were unable to ascertain whether it was directed at the Beatus, or just regular troop repositioning. It had been decided by the base commander to begin broadcasting news to the outside world. The Beatusian News Network had a station at the base, and they were charged with filming, and then posting to the internet. There was to be a planned live press conference later that day, and they wanted some establishing shots, to show they were actually in control of something. As the reporters were interviewing two soldiers, who were on guard duty at the main gate, it started. Immediately the news station realized something was going on, and went live online early. This is what went out on the BNN website, the first new posting on that website in days:

Breaking News(News Broadcast Theme Music)

"This is Roe Leif, broadcasting live from Ft. Porter, deep with in the Beatus, where the Beatusian military is still holding on against the Blessed Guards. You may have heard reports of fighting within the Beatus, well it is true. If you don't believe me see for your self," Roe said as the camera panned to show fighting erupting at the main gate. The camera man had moved up to the top of one of the guard towers, and was looking down on the battle unfolding. The Beatusian Army was firing on dozens of white pickup trucks, with machine guns mounted on the back, charging the main gate. Within minutes the pickups opened fire on the base. Machine gun bullets were whizzing back and forth. The scene continued for minutes as you see people dropping on each side. Then a stay bullet caught the camera man, and the camera panned up showing the sky above. Then the single was cut.

To all Newspapers,

Urgent News

Dateline, The City of the Blessed

We now have confermed reports from the military, that Jim Lange, is being held captive by Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump. Situation is deteriorating fast, as I am sure you have seen the news video of the clashes between the military and Blessed Guards. The Blessed Guards are running rampant in the streets. They have imposed a curfew. If anyone is caught on the streets after 6 pm, they are shot on sight. Anyone who speaks out against them is burned in the town square, at noon, while everyone else is forced to watch, or they will be shot on sight. They have issued a new set of laws, named the "Huttlebump Codes," they forbid any other religion other than the path. They also call for each person to pay a "tax" of 10 Nokka for each child daily. Many high ranking leaders of the Path have spoken out against Arch Prior Huttlebump's action, at which time they were shot. The dead are piling up. Daily, there are 50 or more killed, in this city alone. I will not sign this article, for if I did, I would surely be found, and shot. Many are seeking, and have found safety with the military, but they can only house so many people, and many refuse to leave they're homes to seek refuge. We call for the international community to demand the release of Jim Lange, and the arrest of Arch Prior Huttlebump. We beg for your help, the longer you delay, the more people who will die.

I ask that you please publish the above article, ASAP, in any and all forms possible.

Signed,
Anonymous

It is decided then. To promote cooperation with our fellow nations seeking to lend their aid to The Beatus we will be begin planning an international back ops mission to secure President Jim Lange. From The Military Tribunal we will need the following:

Known areas of Blessed Guard activity.
Typical civilian transports awaiting the teams at a designated location.
Street maps and directions to the last known location of Jim Lange.
Any information on the armorments of the Blessed Guard.
Possible locations housing GPS or Communication jammers.
A safe location where we can take Jim Lange after extraction.


We will we awaiting telegrams from nations who wish to be a part of the mission. We ask any nation not participating does not act during the period of the mission or risk alerting the Blessed Guard to international intervention in the situation or even blowing the cover of the troops involved. We will be very grateful for the cooperation.

Sincerely,
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

It is decided then. To promote cooperation with our fellow nations seeking to lend their aid to The Beatus we will be begin planning an international back ops mission to secure President Jim Lange. From The Military Tribunal we will need the following:

Known areas of Blessed Guard activity.
Typical civilian transports awaiting the teams at a designated location.
Street maps and directions to the last known location of Jim Lange.
Any information on the armorments of the Blessed Guard.
Possible locations housing GPS or Communication jammers.
A safe location where we can take Jim Lange after extraction.


We will we awaiting telegrams from nations who wish to be a part of the mission. We ask any nation not participating does not act during the period of the mission or risk alerting the Blessed Guard to international intervention in the situation or even blowing the cover of the troops involved. We will be very grateful for the cooperation.

Sincerely,
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

Level 10 High Encryption

To Lord Der'Khaine,

We have prepared a satellite map of the City of the Blessed. We have circled the location on the map where they are holding Jim Lange. The place is heavily defended. There are fortified positions along all road access points. Also the highways are heavily traveled by Blessed guards. To prevent anyone from transmitting anything out of the city, there is a blanket of jamming equipment, nothing in, nothing out. We can provide civilian vehicles, what do you want, suv's, pickups, vans, sedans? Also there is a military facility nearby, just outside the city, where we can accept Jim Lange, although we do not feel safe with him remaining in the nation at this time, for once he is safe, there will remain the removal of Arch Prior Huttlebump.

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

Enclosed:

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Level 10 High Encryption

To Lord Der'Khaine,

We have prepared a satellite map of the City of the Blessed. We have circled the location on the map where they are holding Jim Lange. The place is heavily defended. There are fortified positions along all road access points. Also the highways are heavily traveled by Blessed guards. To prevent anyone from transmitting anything out of the city, there is a blanket of jamming equipment, nothing in, nothing out. We can provide civilian vehicles, what do you want, suv's, pickups, vans, sedans? Also there is a military facility nearby, just outside the city, where we can accept Jim Lange, although we do not feel safe with him remaining in the nation at this time, for once he is safe, there will remain the removal of Arch Prior Huttlebump.
Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

Enclosed:

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Sent in "Top Secret" Encryption Form

We are extremely appreciative in providing this data. The jamming equipment may prove troublesome. Perhaps we can dispatch a squad to destroy the main computer(s) that are controlling said communication jammers. However such a task will be difficult if we do not have an idea where they are. As for transportation I think SUVs would be acceptable based on typical squad sizes. Anything too big and the Blessed Guard might get suspicious.

We have enclosed with this response a copy of our plan of assault using the map provided.
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The green lines represent the main squad's movements. They will enter from the front of the building and be composed of 15 men. The blue lines represent Squad 2's movements. They will attack from the back of the building and act as support for Squad 1. They will be composed of 10 men. And the red lines indicate Squad 3's movements. They will seize and hold the town square which will be the extraction point. They will also be composed of 7 men. We request atleast 2 or 3 large vans be provided for Squad 3 so that all teams may evacuate the city together. Arrival to the destinations will be in bits and pieces to reduce suspicion from Blessed Guard patrols. Squads will park their arrival vehicles in nearby parking lots and infront of civilian buildings to, again, reduce suspicion.

All squads will be heavily armed. Their sizes have also been drastically reduced to make the mission easier. It'll also keep friendly casualties to a minimum. Something we hope we don't have to worry about. If you have any problems with the plan, please reply with any suggestions. Do not hesitate to express any of your worries with any part of the plan.

Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium.

Sent in "Top Secret" Encryption Form

We are extremely appreciative in providing this data. The jamming equipment may prove troublesome. Perhaps we can dispatch a squad to destroy the main computer(s) that are controlling said communication jammers. However such a task will be difficult if we do not have an idea where they are. As for transportation I think SUVs would be acceptable based on typical squad sizes. Anything too big and the Blessed Guard might get suspicious.

We have enclosed with this response a copy of our plan of assault using the map provided.
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The green lines represent the main squad's movements. They will enter from the front of the building and be composed of 15 men. The blue lines represent Squad 2's movements. They will attack from the back of the building and act as support for Squad 1. They will be composed of 10 men. And the red lines indicate Squad 3's movements. They will seize and hold the town square which will be the extraction point. They will also be composed of 7 men. We request atleast 2 or 3 large vans be provided for Squad 3 so that all teams may evacuate the city together. Arrival to the destinations will be in bits and pieces to reduce suspicion from Blessed Guard patrols. Squads will park their arrival vehicles in nearby parking lots and infront of civilian buildings to, again, reduce suspicion.

All squads will be heavily armed. Their sizes have also been drastically reduced to make the mission easier. It'll also keep friendly casualties to a minimum. Something we hope we don't have to worry about. If you have any problems with the plan, please reply with any suggestions. Do not hesitate to express any of your worries with any part of the plan.

Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium.

Level 10 High Encryption

To Lord Der'Khaine,

Everything looks good to us. How many vans, and suvs will you need? Also, this will have to be a daytime assault, as a curfew is in effect from 6 pm to 8 am, and anyone caught breaking curfew is shot on sight. We suggest you also were casual clothing, as black uniforms would be, A, cliché, and B, not very effective in the middle of a city in broad daylight.

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

The plane touched down onto a runway within the local airport of the Provincial Command City. The Province was Tungsten, the cheif maker and importer of Military-grade Tungsten in the GWO.

Heinrich Slaag stepped off of the plane, along with the two GWOIA Agents, only known by "George" and "Tom." He was wearing a typical trench coat and black BDU pants, exposing his completely hairless head. He had a slight 5 o'clock shadow. He slipped on his black reflective Aviator sunglasses, also fashionable in the GWO, and extremely widespread in the military. Most soldiers had black reflective Aviators for when they weren't in combat scenarios or were guarding home-based facilities. Immediately, several S.T.F. Agents saluted him, and escorted him to a black Land Rover. The Agents drove him to the Protection Garrison HQ, which had several military airstrips and numerous fortifications. He was taken into a building near the Command Tower in the base. Another S.T.F. Agent was in the building, and he went into a back room and put several metal boxes on the desk. They contained MI-P57 Magnum Edition pistols and Kevlar vests. Inside of Heinrich's box, there was an MP7 submachine pistol. The weapons were disassembled, however. Thus, they were thrown in a fishing tackle box along with fishing equipment. The three men put on their Kevlar vests underneath their shirts. George was wearing Oakley sunglasses, and Tom wasn't wearing any. The same Land Rover that brought them there was given to the team, and they set out for the neighboring nation of The BEatus.

After an hour or two of driving, the Land Rover reached a Border Gate into The Beatus. What would happen next, nobody knew.

The plane touched down onto a runway within the local airport of the Provincial Command City. The Province was Tungsten, the cheif maker and importer of Military-grade Tungsten in the GWO.

Heinrich Slaag stepped off of the plane, along with the two GWOIA Agents, only known by "George" and "Tom." He was wearing a typical trench coat and black BDU pants, exposing his completely hairless head. He had a slight 5 o'clock shadow. He slipped on his black reflective Aviator sunglasses, also fashionable in the GWO, and extremely widespread in the military. Most soldiers had black reflective Aviators for when they weren't in combat scenarios or were guarding home-based facilities. Immediately, several S.T.F. Agents saluted him, and escorted him to a black Land Rover. The Agents drove him to the Protection Garrison HQ, which had several military airstrips and numerous fortifications. He was taken into a building near the Command Tower in the base. Another S.T.F. Agent was in the building, and he went into a back room and put several metal boxes on the desk. They contained MI-P57 Magnum Edition pistols and Kevlar vests. Inside of Heinrich's box, there was an MP7 submachine pistol. The weapons were disassembled, however. Thus, they were thrown in a fishing tackle box along with fishing equipment. The three men put on their Kevlar vests underneath their shirts. George was wearing Oakley sunglasses, and Tom wasn't wearing any. The same Land Rover that brought them there was given to the team, and they set out for the neighboring nation of The BEatus.

After an hour or two of driving, the Land Rover reached a Border Gate into The Beatus. What would happen next, nobody knew.

The Blessed Guard, border guards, stood at the gate in the massive concrete reinforce border wall, in they're bright white robes, with they're M14 rifles in they're hands. The saw the Black Land Rover approaching, and motioned for them to stop. The guard in the tower trained his .50 cal. machine gun on the suv. "They better have a good reason for being here," thought one of the guards. When the vehicle stopped, he walked over to the window, instructed the driver to lower it, and asked, "I'm going to need to see a passport, and another form of photo id, for everyone in the vehicle, and also would you please state the reason for your visit?"

The Blessed Guard, border guards, stood at the gate in the massive concrete reinforce border wall, in they're bright white robes, with they're M14 rifles in they're hands. The saw the Black Land Rover approaching, and motioned for them to stop. The guard in the tower trained his .50 cal. machine gun on the suv. "They better have a good reason for being here," thought one of the guards. When the vehicle stopped, he walked over to the window, instructed the driver to lower it, and asked, "I'm going to need to see a passport, and another form of photo id, for everyone in the vehicle, and also would you please state the reason for your visit?"

Heinrich, the driver, tilted his head slightly, as a sort of way for ordering up passports and photo IDs. The passport and IDs were aliases, fake identities. But, the passports were officially within the GWO Databanks, and so were the IDs. The Spire had set up entire identities for this operation. "We're just here fishing, as the nuclear power plant back there really messes up the water, and the corporations don't help," said Heinrich, maintaining a generally friendly tone of voice completely opposite of his real personality.

Heinrich, the driver, tilted his head slightly, as a sort of way for ordering up passports and photo IDs. The passport and IDs were aliases, fake identities. But, the passports were officially within the GWO Databanks, and so were the IDs. The Spire had set up entire identities for this operation. "We're just here fishing, as the nuclear power plant back there really messes up the water, and the corporations don't help," said Heinrich, maintaining a generally friendly tone of voice completely opposite of his real personality.

"That is unfortunate," said the guard. He pulled a card from his pocket, and began reciting it. "The Huttlebump Codes, by order of Arch Prior Giorgio Huttlebump, blah, blah, blah, ah, here it is, fishing is no prohibited in the Republic of the Beatus. Now, if you would please move your vehicle form in front of my gate, or we will move it for you.

"That is unfortunate," said the guard. He pulled a card from his pocket, and began reciting it. "The Huttlebump Codes, by order of Arch Prior Giorgio Huttlebump, blah, blah, blah, ah, here it is, fishing is no prohibited in the Republic of the Beatus. Now, if you would please move your vehicle form in front of my gate, or we will move it for you.

"That is unfortunate indeed," said Heinrich. He put the Land Rover into reverse, and began heading back into GWO territory for about five miles. He stopped the car, and then said to the others, "We're gonna do this on foot."

They stepped out of the car, and began walking into the brush off to the side of the road. They went in about two miles before turning towards Beatus territory. The team assembled the weapons they recieved and slapped on the silencers. They stayed out of sight of the checkpoint, as the machine gunner would tear them up and possibly cause a border battle between the soldiers in the GWO Checkpoint and the Beatus checkpoint.

"That is unfortunate indeed," said Heinrich. He put the Land Rover into reverse, and began heading back into GWO territory for about five miles. He stopped the car, and then said to the others, "We're gonna do this on foot."

They stepped out of the car, and began walking into the brush off to the side of the road. They went in about two miles before turning towards Beatus territory. The team assembled the weapons they recieved and slapped on the silencers. They stayed out of sight of the checkpoint, as the machine gunner would tear them up and possibly cause a border battle between the soldiers in the GWO Checkpoint and the Beatus checkpoint.

[OOC: FYI, we have a large border wall, as stated in the previous post. Don't like illegals.

[OOC: FYI, we have a large border wall, as stated in the previous post. Don't like illegals.

((OOC: Damn, I'm gonna have to find some way to get past the border.))

The border wall came within sight, and then George muttered, "Ah, shit." The team headed back to the road and got back into the Land Rover. "Now, we have to get through there somehow. Those guards already recognize us, but ones at other checkpoints won't," said Tom from the back seat of the Land Rover. "Let's say we have to attend a funeral for a good friend and family member. George, you'll be the family member, we'll be friends. George, show us your crying act."

George twisted his face and gave out a loud cry as tears jerked from his face. "Brilliant," said Heinrich. He began driving to another checkpoint.

((OOC: Damn, I'm gonna have to find some way to get past the border.))

The border wall came within sight, and then George muttered, "Ah, shit." The team headed back to the road and got back into the Land Rover. "Now, we have to get through there somehow. Those guards already recognize us, but ones at other checkpoints won't," said Tom from the back seat of the Land Rover. "Let's say we have to attend a funeral for a good friend and family member. George, you'll be the family member, we'll be friends. George, show us your crying act."

George twisted his face and gave out a loud cry as tears jerked from his face. "Brilliant," said Heinrich. He began driving to another checkpoint.

The guard at the other gate, again stopped them, asked for passports, and photo Ids, and asked for the purpose of they're visit.

Level 10 High Encryption

To Lord Der'Khaine,

Everything looks good to us. How many vans, and suvs will you need? Also, this will have to be a daytime assault, as a curfew is in effect from 6 pm to 8 am, and anyone caught breaking curfew is shot on sight. We suggest you also were casual clothing, as black uniforms would be, A, cliché, and B, not very effective in the middle of a city in broad daylight.

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

Sent in "Top Secret" Encryption Format

We are glad you approve of our plan. Depending on how many passengers the model of SUV you provide us with can seat, a decent guess would be about 2 or 3. Squad 3 will also require two or 3 large vans. We understand the problem of the curfew placed on the city and will most likely strike when there are particularly large amounts of movements by citizens around the target building, making it harder for the Blessed Guard to pick out 32 soldiers moving amongst the crowds to their destinations.

The soldiers will be equipped with easily concealed but reliable weaponry ontop of Type IV body armor. We are equipping them with such high-class armor because we can only assume that the Blessed Guard will be armed with weaponry that takes bullets atleast .30 in caliber or higher. Unless you have better armor that is the best we can provide our troops with for now. And they will also dress casually.

Sincerely,
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

The guard at the other gate, again stopped them, asked for passports, and photo Ids, and asked for the purpose of they're visit.

Once again, Heinrich ordered for passports and IDs. George, of course, was bawling his eyes out in the back seat, trading seats with TOm before their arrival. "George! Give me your travel stuff!" Heinrich barked. It was part of the act. George reluctantly passed his ID and passport up. The GWOIA Agents weren't actually George and Tom, those were callsigns and aliases.

"George's mother and father passed away last week in a car accident. Tom and I are his good friends from childhood, and he's been having some suicidal thoughts after this tragedy. His parents never left the country, so they're having the funeral here," said Heinrich. George balled up slightly, acting embarrassed that the guard was seeing him cry.

Sent in "Top Secret" Encryption Format

We are glad you approve of our plan. Depending on how many passengers the model of SUV you provide us with can seat, a decent guess would be about 2 or 3. Squad 3 will also require two or 3 large vans. We understand the problem of the curfew placed on the city and will most likely strike when there are particularly large amounts of movements by citizens around the target building, making it harder for the Blessed Guard to pick out 32 soldiers moving amongst the crowds to their destinations.

The soldiers will be equipped with easily concealed but reliable weaponry ontop of Type IV body armor. We are equipping them with such high-class armor because we can only assume that the Blessed Guard will be armed with weaponry that takes bullets atleast .30 in caliber or higher. Unless you have better armor that is the best we can provide our troops with for now. And they will also dress casually.

Sincerely,
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

Level 10 High Encryption

To Lord Der'Khaine,

We will be providing you with three 1974 Toyota Land Cruisers, in varying colors, with varying amounts of body damage, but do not worry, the damage is superficial. They seat 6 vehicles, with two forward facing front seats, and for rear jump seats, that fold down from the sides, and face each inward. The vans will be late model Chevy Express cargo vans, I hope your people won't have any problem riding without seats, as these are all we can spare. The vans are white, and will be marked as department of Highways and Roads, which should give you a good cover

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

Once again, Heinrich ordered for passports and IDs. George, of course, was bawling his eyes out in the back seat, trading seats with TOm before their arrival. "George! Give me your travel stuff!" Heinrich barked. It was part of the act. George reluctantly passed his ID and passport up. The GWOIA Agents weren't actually George and Tom, those were callsigns and aliases.

"George's mother and father passed away last week in a car accident. Tom and I are his good friends from childhood, and he's been having some suicidal thoughts after this tragedy. His parents never left the country, so they're having the funeral here," said Heinrich. George balled up slightly, acting embarrassed that the guard was seeing him cry.

The guard began processing the Ids, when a the computer flashed a warning. "Um, sir, the computer says that these papers were just used at a border crossing not far from here, the attempt to enter the nation was aborted, can you explain this?" asked the man.

The guard began processing the Ids, when a the computer flashed a warning. "Um, sir, the computer says that these papers were just used at a border crossing not far from here, the attempt to enter the nation was aborted, can you explain this?" asked the man.

"Identity theft," said Heinrich Slaag. "Nowadays, Corporations get away with just about anything in the GWO, there's even websites where they sell people's identities," he continued. "We're in the middle of a lawsuit against Mack-Mart Incorporated because they sold our identities. There's millions of others that are suing them along with us. Surely you've heard about it?"

"Identity theft," said Heinrich Slaag. "Nowadays, Corporations get away with just about anything in the GWO, there's even websites where they sell people's identities," he continued. "We're in the middle of a lawsuit against Mack-Mart Incorporated because they sold our identities. There's millions of others that are suing them along with us. Surely you've heard about it?"

"Well hopefully we can clear this all up," said the guard, reaching for his radio. "I'll just call up there and check with them, if they are identity thieves, we will want descriptions, of them and they're vehicle, so that if they try that again, we will be able to arrest them. Just hold on a second." He brought the radio to his mouth, and pressed that talk button.

"Well hopefully we can clear this all up," said the guard, reaching for his radio. "I'll just call up there and check with them, if they are identity thieves, we will want descriptions, of them and they're vehicle, so that if they try that again, we will be able to arrest them. Just hold on a second." He brought the radio to his mouth, and pressed that talk button.

The men all hoped that the guards had changed schedules. If worse came to worse, they'd have to rely on the GWO Border Guards to get them out of this mess. Or, they'd have to make some escape from whatever holding vehicle they would be taken into custody with. Obviously, they wouldn't be shot on site because that would severely piss off the GWO Guards.

It is decided then. To promote cooperation with our fellow nations seeking to lend their aid to The Beatus we will be begin planning an international back ops mission to secure President Jim Lange. From The Military Tribunal we will need the following:

Known areas of Blessed Guard activity.
Typical civilian transports awaiting the teams at a designated location.
Street maps and directions to the last known location of Jim Lange.
Any information on the armorments of the Blessed Guard.
Possible locations housing GPS or Communication jammers.
A safe location where we can take Jim Lange after extraction.


We will we awaiting telegrams from nations who wish to be a part of the mission. We ask any nation not participating does not act during the period of the mission or risk alerting the Blessed Guard to international intervention in the situation or even blowing the cover of the troops involved. We will be very grateful for the cooperation.

Sincerely,
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium


A telegram has been despatched.

Regards,
the Sergoran Foreign Office

To The Military Tribunal & Sergora, sent in "Top Secret" Encryption format

At 4:35 AM, Beatusian time, 10 SSAS troops of Sergora and 22 ETF troops of the Black Imperium will para-drop from high-altitudes to a safe location designated by the Military Tribunal where their civilian vehicles and clothes await them. The squads will then move to their designated locations indicated on the satellite images of the capital and the target building they will be provided with. Once they arrive they will hide the vehicles and prepare for assault.

Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

To:Black Imperium/Beatus Government in Exile
From:United Dependencies Foriegn Affairs Ministry
Subject:Special Operations Mission

It has come to our attention that you will be attempting to rescue the former president of The Beatus. In light of recent events we offer our help in any way possible. Wether it be feeding the government false information or hiding the president if he is rescued. Just let us know what kind of help you will need.

Best of luck
Theodore W.
Foriegn Affairs Minister, United Dependencies

To:Black Imperium/Beatus Government in Exile
From:United Dependencies Foriegn Affairs Ministry
Subject:Special Operations Mission

It has come to our attention that you will be attempting to rescue the former president of The Beatus. In light of recent events we offer our help in any way possible. Wether it be feeding the government false information or hiding the president if he is rescued. Just let us know what kind of help you will need.

Best of luck
Theodore W.
Foriegn Affairs Minister, United Dependencies

Highly Encrypted Message

To Theodore W.,

We are not a government in exile, we are legitimate part of our government, as outlined by our constitution, and are in our nation. Also, Jim Lange is our President, he is not our former president. We will however accept your help, as we do need a secure place for Jim to go. If you can assure us you can protect him, than we will trust you with him, but the Blessed Guard have spies everywhere, so we must be careful, for if he escapes, the will plan to assassinate him.

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

To The Military Tribunal & Sergora, sent in "Top Secret" Encryption format

At 4:35 AM, Beatusian time, 10 SSAS troops of Sergora and 22 ETF troops of the Black Imperium will para-drop from high-altitudes to a safe location designated by the Military Tribunal where their civilian vehicles and clothes await them. The squads will then move to their designated locations indicated on the satellite images of the capital and the target building they will be provided with. Once they arrive they will hide the vehicles and prepare for assault.

Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

Highly Encrypted Message

To Lord Der'Khaine,

We are transmitting the information now, your operation is a go. Good luck, and my the Great Bob watch over you.

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

The men all hoped that the guards had changed schedules. If worse came to worse, they'd have to rely on the GWO Border Guards to get them out of this mess. Or, they'd have to make some escape from whatever holding vehicle they would be taken into custody with. Obviously, they wouldn't be shot on site because that would severely piss off the GWO Guards.

The man motioned for the driver to slowly drive forward as he spoke on the radio. He waved to have the gate opened, and it appeared as if the men would make it in, but just after the gate had closed behind them, a spike strip popped up out of the ground, puncturing the rear tires, and the guards trained they're guns on the people in the vehicle. "Would everyone please exit the vehicle," the guard with the radio said.

To:The Beatus/Black Imperium
From:United Dependencies Foriegn Affairs Ministry
Subject:Rescue Mission

Apologies for the statements issued before about being in exile I did not realize that it was not so. Anyway we will be happy to hold President Lange under the best security that we've got. Black Imperium you're cleared to bring military aircraft into our air space. My government has informed we that i can provide (political)asylum for your special operatives in our embassy in The Blessed City if needed. A further reminder that our military is also available to help.

Best of luck on your mission
Theadore W.
Foriegn Affairs Minister, United Dependencies.

We thank you for your offers presented to us and should our troops run into trouble we will instruct them to move to your embassy for protection. If you can, we ask you create some sort of diversion to distract the attentions of the guards from the President Lange's location to another. Whether it be pulling a fire alarm, setting off an actual fire, or announcing a fake bomb threat at the embassy.

We will be appreciative for any kind of aid you can provide us with. Wish us luck in our assault.

Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

To:Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
From:United Dependencies, Office of the Prime Minister
Subject:Troops ammassing

Recent intellegence reports have shown a large number of troops,tanks, and airplanes massing a few hundred miles east of your capital city on your eastern boarder. I strongly advise that you move a good portion of your troops AWAY from the capital city towards said boarder to defend against an invasion. I will personally keep in contact with you about this large army's movements. Let us know if there is anything that I can do.

Looking forward to good relations,
Prime Minister Maclevy

ooc:i am not alerting him to the mission just incase anybody thinks i am.

To:Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
From:United Dependencies, Office of the Prime Minister
Subject:Troops ammassing

Recent intellegence reports have shown a large number of troops,tanks, and airplanes massing a few hundred miles east of your capital city on your eastern boarder. I strongly advise that you move a good portion of your troops AWAY from the capital city towards said boarder to defend against an invasion. I will personally keep in contact with you about this large army's movements. Let us know if there is anything that I can do.

Looking forward to good relations,
Prime Minister Maclevy

ooc:i am not alerting him to the mission just incase anybody thinks i am.

To United Dependencies,

We thank you for your warning. We shall divert troops from the eastern countryside to your specified location. We could use some assistance though. Would you happen to have any tanks, or aircraft laying around? Thank you for this intelligence, and we hope we can work together in the future.

Signed,
Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
The Republic of the Beatus

[OOC: The "eastern border" is my border, if we're looking at EA maps here.]

Stok-Beatus Border

Three government espionage agents prepared to travel through the border to retrieve information about the recent incident involving President Jim Lange. Of course, they had some information [OOC: Wink wink nudge nudge], but their objective was to retrieve all information. At one of the border checkpoints, they spotted some odd looking fellows appearing to be from GWO, but they proceeded to the border guards.

[OOC: The "eastern border" is my border, if we're looking at EA maps here.]

Stok-Beatus Border

Three government espionage agents prepared to travel through the border to retrieve information about the recent incident involving President Jim Lange. Of course, they had some information [OOC: Wink wink nudge nudge], but their objective was to retrieve all information. At one of the border checkpoints, they spotted some odd looking fellows appearing to be from GWO, but they proceeded to the border guards.

Stok-Beatus Border

The Blessed Guards stopped the Stok citizens at the border gate and asked for passports, and photo IDs.

The man motioned for the driver to slowly drive forward as he spoke on the radio. He waved to have the gate opened, and it appeared as if the men would make it in, but just after the gate had closed behind them, a spike strip popped up out of the ground, puncturing the rear tires, and the guards trained they're guns on the people in the vehicle. "Would everyone please exit the vehicle," the guard with the radio said.

"Ah, shit," said George again. Heinrich quickly threw the Land Rover into reverse and floored it towards the GWO territory, ignoring the flat tire. If he could make it to the territory, hopefully the border guards would do something. Until then, the guards would just stand there and look at the scene.

"Ah, shit," said George again. Heinrich quickly threw the Land Rover into reverse and floored it towards the GWO territory, ignoring the flat tire. If he could make it to the territory, hopefully the border guards would do something. Until then, the guards would just stand there and look at the scene.

The Land Rover smashed into the steel gate that had just closed behind them.

The Land Rover smashed into the steel gate that had just closed behind them.

The GWO guards started quietly cheering for the Land Rover. Heinrich knew something had to be done, and fast. He threw it back into drive and began flooring it into Beatus territory, firing his MP7 at the BG cruiser, aiming for the engine so that they would be able to get away into the country before reinforcements came. While he was firing, the others quickly got the idea to lay down suppressive fire with their Magnum Edition MI-P57s. Tom began shooting at the same cruiser, while George fired in the general direction of the Blessed Guards. He wasn't trying to actually hit them, but rather get them to take cover instead of fire on the Land Rover.

The GWO guards started quietly cheering for the Land Rover. Heinrich knew something had to be done, and fast. He threw it back into drive and began flooring it into Beatus territory, firing his MP7 at the BG cruiser, aiming for the engine so that they would be able to get away into the country before reinforcements came. While he was firing, the others quickly got the idea to lay down suppressive fire with their Magnum Edition MI-P57s. Tom began shooting at the same cruiser, while George fired in the general direction of the Blessed Guards. He wasn't trying to actually hit them, but rather get them to take cover instead of fire on the Land Rover.

The GWO citizens were acting under the assumption that the Blessed Guards would favor they're own lives over they're orders, they were wrong, the Blessed Guards were selected for they're devotion to the Path. As soon as the Land Rover started to move forward, the Guards opened fire with they're M14's. They aim for the gas tank, and tires, more attempting to disable the vehicle. The lead guard at this crossing was one who was at the capital when this whole incident started, he knew why they would be here. He knew of Jim Lange's treachery, and that he was being held as a prisoner. "Looks like Mr. Lange is going to have some cell mates," he though to himself, knowing that when these people were captured, they would of course be shipped to the capital, and held with Jim Lange, in the Royal Temple, where they could be questioned, and well, they would tell the truth.

The Stoklomolvi espionage agents, upon seeing the fleeing GWO vehicle, pulled out AY-132 assault rifles and started shooting at the Land Rover. From a tower in the Stoklomolvi border wall which ended near the Beatusian border, the observer shook his head.

"Not another international incident..."

One of the spies tossed a stielhandgranate model 72 at the Land Rover.

[OOC: Stupid spies.]

((OOC: You know, I'd REALLY prefer it if Heinrich got out of this one alive, he's a very important character in my nation's background))

"Ah, shit!" George yelled, yet again. A bullet tore through Tom's arm, and he let out a yelp. Heinrich sprayed at the direction of fire, then the grenade exploded. While it had not hit the gas tank, it had indeed flipped the Land Rover over. It had rolled off the road, and the team quickly made a break for cover.

Meanwhile, the GWO guards were joking about the escape, taunting at the Blessed Guard troops.

((OOC: You know, I'd REALLY prefer it if Heinrich got out of this one alive, he's a very important character in my nation's background))

"Ah, shit!" George yelled, yet again. A bullet tore through Tom's arm, and he let out a yelp. Heinrich sprayed at the direction of fire, then the grenade exploded. While it had not hit the gas tank, it had indeed flipped the Land Rover over. It had rolled off the road, and the team quickly made a break for cover.

(OOC: I'm trying to help you out here, they're going to take you right to Jim, you'll be prisoners, but you also be on the inside.)

The Blessed Guards were quickly all around them, they're weapons trained on the GWO citizens. The leader of the guards yelled to the GWO citizens, "Come out now, or we will be forces to kill you. Throw your guns over firsts, and I want to see hands in the air!"

OOC: I'll be posting the beginning of the black ops mission tomorrow. Just to forewarn you so you can prepare and such.

(OOC: I'm trying to help you out here, they're going to take you right to Jim, you'll be prisoners, but you also be on the inside.)

The Blessed Guards were quickly all around them, they're weapons trained on the GWO citizens. The leader of the guards yelled to the GWO citizens, "Come out now, or we will be forces to kill you. Throw your guns over firsts, and I want to see hands in the air!"

Heinrich had half a mind to open fire on the Blessed Guards again, but then he looked over and saw Tom, bleeding like a stuck pig from the bullet wound. "We're not going to get out of this one," he said. He tossed his MP7 submachine gun out of the window while George disassembled his Magnum and tried to find a place to hide the pieces. Tom used his good arm to hand Heinrich his Magnum. All of the weapons had been thrown out except for the diassembled pistol, which George was hiding inside of himself (i.e. throat, other bodily cavities). There were three Magnums, two of which were thrown out, along with the MP7. The team stepped out of the car, expecting the M-14s to start shooting at any moment.

((OOC: Cancel the disassembled gun part, he'll just throw his weapon out as well))

[OOC: I just couldn't not intervene with affairs with my ally...couldn't resist.]

The espionage agents, cover blown, quickly shot a few warning rounds at the GWO guards, and tossed their identification wallets at the Beatusians. While their attention was diverted, the spies quickly ran past the border wall into Beatusian soil, where they hid in a bush.

[OOC: I just couldn't not intervene with affairs with my ally...couldn't resist.]

The espionage agents, cover blown, quickly shot a few warning rounds at the GWO guards, and tossed their identification wallets at the Beatusians. While their attention was diverted, the spies quickly ran past the border wall into Beatusian soil, where they hid in a bush.

A GWO border guard fell over, one of the warning shots hitting him in the leg. "You bastards!" he shouted, while the other guards quickly began calling an ambulance and applying first aid. The ones that weren't tending to the wounded guard quickly began securing the area, the safeties on their MI-8 carbines and other weapons off.

((OOC: An off-topic thing about my border guards, should anything else happen that highly involves them. They're a part of the Federal Guard, the GWO National Police. They carry heavier weapons, obviously.))

Heinrich had half a mind to open fire on the Blessed Guards again, but then he looked over and saw Tom, bleeding like a stuck pig from the bullet wound. "We're not going to get out of this one," he said. He tossed his MP7 submachine gun out of the window while George disassembled his Magnum and tried to find a place to hide the pieces. Tom used his good arm to hand Heinrich his Magnum. All of the weapons had been thrown out except for the diassembled pistol, which George was hiding inside of himself (i.e. throat, other bodily cavities). There were three Magnums, two of which were thrown out, along with the MP7. The team stepped out of the car, expecting the M-14s to start shooting at any moment.

((OOC: Cancel the disassembled gun part, he'll just throw his weapon out as well))

The GWO citizens were quickly rounded up and they're hands were bound with twine. Then they were given injections and they blacked out. They woke up wearing only they're underwear, laying on a cold, hard stone floor of a dungeon cell. There was a man in the corner of the cell. He was wearing a tattered suit that appeared as if it was once white, but was now dirtied with blood, and dust. He had many gashes on his back, a black eye, cuts allover his hands and face, his head had been shaved, and his right leg appeared to be injured, as it was in some kind of primitive wooden splint. A tired looking white hat lay next to him. The walls around them were stone, and there were no windows. Water dripped from the ceiling into a puddle near on end of the cell. The cell door had three locks, and was chained with a pad lock, and the bars were very close together. The only light came from a few florescent lights outside the cell, in the hall way. From the cell they could see that to the right of the cell the hallway lead to stairs leading down, and to the left it abruptly turned a corner disappearing out of sight. The walls seamed old, but the door and bars were brand new.

[OOC: I just couldn't not intervene with affairs with my ally...couldn't resist.]

The espionage agents, cover blown, quickly shot a few warning rounds at the GWO guards, and tossed their identification wallets at the Beatusians. While their attention was diverted, the spies quickly ran past the border wall into Beatusian soil, where they hid in a bush.

They're ploy of hiding in a bush nearly worked, until a guard walked over to the very same bush, needing to relieve himself...

Heinrich woke up nearly directly under the dripping water, his head wet with puddle water. He woke up in a spasm, apparantly thinking he had just woken up in the middle of battle along side his S.T.F. Agents. He quickly snapped back into reality, looking around the room. George and Tom were still asleep. He saw the person in the corner of the room. Standing up, he asked, "Where is this prison?" before continuing, "Were you at the border, too?" He clearly didn't know who the man was yet.

Heinrich woke up nearly directly under the dripping water, his head wet with puddle water. He woke up in a spasm, apparantly thinking he had just woken up in the middle of battle along side his S.T.F. Agents. He quickly snapped back into reality, looking around the room. George and Tom were still asleep. He saw the person in the corner of the room. Standing up, he asked, "Where is this prison?" before continuing, "Were you at the border, too?" He clearly didn't know who the man was yet.

The man looked up, slowly, and clearly with great pain. Then he began to speak, his pain clearly audible in his voice, "No, I was not at the border. I have been here for a long time. I can't tell you how long in days or hours, as they mean nothing here, and I have lost track anyway, but in levels of injury. First they were content to lock me away in my penthouse, as I need to look good, they thought they could use me, well that didn't work as they though. Then they brought me down here, and began "questioning" me about things. When I refused to answer they started with having some goon beat me," he carefully and painfully lifted up his shirt to show the bruises across his stomach, and attempted to indicate his black eye. "Then they returned me here. After a while they took me back up, and asked more questions, and again I refused, this time for every time I refused they took a saber to my back," he indicated the many now healing wounds on his back. "And the last time, they did this," he pointed to his leg. "I'm not even going to tell you how they did it, for I don't remember all of it, I passed out from the pain halfway through, and I don't want you to have nightmares about what they'll do to you, its already hard enough to sleep with my own."

[OOC: LOL!]

One of the agents, noticing the man, quickly crawled away from the man's "area of effect". However, he bumped into another, and soon after he was getting sprayed by urea and water. He then pulled out his M10 Pistol (11.45 mm) and shot one bullet into the area near the Beatusian man's *cough cough*. The spies then took off, hiding in the bushes as they went.

[OOC: LOL!]

One of the agents, noticing the man, quickly crawled away from the man's "area of effect". However, he bumped into another, and soon after he was getting sprayed by urea and water. He then pulled out his M10 Pistol (11.45 mm) and shot one bullet into the area near the Beatusian man's *cough cough*. The spies then took off, hiding in the bushes as they went.

The bullet impacted into the mans thigh. He was of course surprised. He fell backwards in pain, as others ran up to the bush, and found him. The Stoklomolvi agents escaped, but not for long. They're atheist ways would make them stand out anywhere around people, especially small towns and villages, where everyone knows everyone else, and they are suspicious of outsiders. They would also be conspicuous in the big cities, where there would be many more Blessed Guards in one place, and they're would already be word out about them. One of they're faces had been caught on security camera fottage, and posters were already being printed up at every church, chapel, cathedral, and monastery in the Beatus.

To United Dependencies,

We thank you for your warning. We shall divert troops from the eastern countryside to your specified location. We could use some assistance though. Would you happen to have any tanks, or aircraft laying around? Thank you for this intelligence, and we hope we can work together in the future.

Signed,
Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
The Republic of the Beatus

To the Arch Prior,

I shall gladly send help, I will send a few divisons from Third army and a few helicopters to work together with your divisons and check out the area. I will also activate a few reserves just incase. If any monetary or medical support is needed don't hesitate to ask.

Looking forward to speaking again,

Prime Minister Maclevy

To the Beatus government in hiding/Black Imperium,
First off I hope my "mass of armies" to the east can get some of the soldiers out of the city and of your back. Just to be clear, if you get out of the complex with President Lange how are you going to get out of the city. Is the president staying in the United Dependencies or what? If he is then i release a few choppers to your command to get out of the country with.

P.S. I suggest you get out of the city if you are going to use the choppers because we would like to get them back in one piece.

P.P.S If you need to land quietly in the country side at night I can also release some military grade gliders.

Best of Luck and God's Speed,
Prime Minister Maclevy

The low hum of the plane's engines filled the ears of the ETF and SSAS agents that sat in the seats in the back of the Black Imperium's C-130 Hercules aircraft. They were all silent, patiently awaiting the signal to drop into Beatusian territory via parachute. Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone quietly viewed over the troops assembled before him. All ready and eager to rescue the captive Jim Lange. This was one of the most delicate missions he'd ever been on. But he was up to the challenge.

The pilots voice came to life over the speakers. "Alright boys, we're approaching the drop zone. Get yourselves ready. Good luck, over." Quickly the 22 soldiers got in a line and hooked themselves onto the guide line, facing the loading ramp in the back. An officer came by and inspected their connection to the line carefully when suddenly a green light turned on and a loud buzzer sounded. The ramp slowly opened and one by one the soldiers filed out of the plane into the open sky.

They zoomed through the air like death from above. Finally, they reached the distance appropriate to draw parachutes and they pulled the strings on their packs. Their white canopies burst from the packs, one by one, and slowly drifted them down to the ground.

Once they landed, they took off their heavy packs and advanced to the target location. There, they found the SUVs and Vans. The troops opened the backs of the vans and handed out the civilian clothing, trading in their other clothing. They then passed out and loaded their respective vehicles with necessary weaponry. Sniper rifles, RPGs, Assault Rifles, and all sorts of weaponry neatly buried under shopping bags, boxes, and blankets.

Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone and his SUV had 8 men in it, including himself. Gunnery Sergeant Shiusan of the ETF had 7 troops in his SUV, including himself. And the operation leader of the SSAS also drove a SUV of 8, himself also included. The soldier who was of the closest rank below him drove an SUV of 2, consisting of himself and another SSAS soldier. The vans were driven by 4 ETF soldiers, another by 3.

To avoid suspicion, each one of the vehicles entered the capital, proceeding to its respective location with intervals of 10 minutes between each arrival. As Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone's SUV was about to enter the city limits he radioed back to the other soldiers. He told the, "Alright boys. This is the moment of truth. Act casual, drive carefully, don't make unnecessary eye contact with any of the Blessed Guard. Once we're inside we can't radio out. We'll be on our own. See you all inside, Grimstone out."

Once we have President Jim Lange in our hands we will have our squads retreat to the town square. They will then be driven by the vans driven to the town square out of the city limits towards the closest location where they can drop off Jim and escape from the country. If you do wish to provide helicopter support, they must on stand by, awaiting transmission from the infiltration team. They will most likely not get out without pursuers. So you will most likely need to bring support with your helicopters to get them, the troops, and the President out unscathed. Extraction while in the city limits is not possible as the Military Tribunal reports AA batteries within the city and we do not wish to risk stray missiles from destroying civilian buildings.

We would also like to thank you for the distraction you provided. We too pray that the Blessed Guard numbers in the city and around the complex will be much less than normal.

If you have further questions, do not hesitate to message us.

Sincerely,
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium.

To the Beatus government in hiding/Black Imperium,
First off I hope my "mass of armies" to the east can get some of the soldiers out of the city and of your back. Just to be clear, if you get out of the complex with President Lange how are you going to get out of the city. Is the president staying in the United Dependencies or what? If he is then i release a few choppers to your command to get out of the country with.

P.S. I suggest you get out of the city if you are going to use the choppers because we would like to get them back in one piece.

P.P.S If you need to land quietly in the country side at night I can also release some military grade gliders.

Best of Luck and God's Speed,
Prime Minister Maclevy

To Lord Der'Khaine,
CC Prime Minister Maclevy,

We have a secure airbase just outside the city, where he can be extracted via aircraft to a meeting his is to be attending, on the Sky Ship Invincible. There is a major problem brewing though. From the preliminary reports we are receiving, it appears as if a few provincial governments have decided that they want to make a play for power. They have called up they're provincial militias, and are moving on all other factions. Also, as they are government funded and backed, they have full equipment including heavy vehicles, aircraft, and small boats. They are far different from the Blessed Guard who only have small arms, shoulder launched missiles, machine guns, and modified civilian vehicles. On of the provinces that is mobilizing is Heilagur, which is where the City of the Blessed is located, so your men may be in more trouble than they bargained for. We can provide military escort for your men, as soon as you can confirm that Jim is safe, for until than we cannot act for fear of his execution.

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

The low hum of the plane's engines filled the ears of the ETF and SSAS agents that sat in the seats in the back of the Black Imperium's C-130 Hercules aircraft. They were all silent, patiently awaiting the signal to drop into Beatusian territory via parachute. Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone quietly viewed over the troops assembled before him. All ready and eager to rescue the captive Jim Lange. This was one of the most delicate missions he'd ever been on. But he was up to the challenge.

The pilots voice came to life over the speakers. "Alright boys, we're approaching the drop zone. Get yourselves ready. Good luck, over." Quickly the 22 soldiers got in a line and hooked themselves onto the guide line, facing the loading ramp in the back. An officer came by and inspected their connection to the line carefully when suddenly a green light turned on and a loud buzzer sounded. The ramp slowly opened and one by one the soldiers filed out of the plane into the open sky.

They zoomed through the air like death from above. Finally, they reached the distance appropriate to draw parachutes and they pulled the strings on their packs. Their white canopies burst from the packs, one by one, and slowly drifted them down to the ground.

Once they landed, they took off their heavy packs and advanced to the target location. There, they found the SUVs and Vans. The troops opened the backs of the vans and handed out the civilian clothing, trading in their other clothing. They then passed out and loaded their respective vehicles with necessary weaponry. Sniper rifles, RPGs, Assault Rifles, and all sorts of weaponry neatly buried under shopping bags, boxes, and blankets.

Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone and his SUV had 8 men in it, including himself. Gunnery Sergeant Shiusan of the ETF had 7 troops in his SUV, including himself. And the operation leader of the SSAS also drove a SUV of 8, himself also included. The soldier who was of the closest rank below him drove an SUV of 2, consisting of himself and another SSAS soldier. The vans were driven by 4 ETF soldiers, another by 3.

To avoid suspicion, each one of the vehicles entered the capital, proceeding to its respective location with intervals of 10 minutes between each arrival. As Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone's SUV was about to enter the city limits he radioed back to the other soldiers. He told the, "Alright boys. This is the moment of truth. Act casual, drive carefully, don't make unnecessary eye contact with any of the Blessed Guard. Once we're inside we can't radio out. We'll be on our own. See you all inside, Grimstone out."[/b]

City of the Blessed

As the suvs and vans traveled thought the city, the situation there was deteriorating. 4 hours ago, the call had gone out to the provincial militia of Heilagur. The provincial government had decided that action must be taken, and along with the surrounding provinces of Straumur, Glaður, and Forystuhæfileikar had decided to fight back, so they all called up they're provincial militias. They had successfully prepared themselves with out the knowledge of the Blessed Guard and they're interim government. They were now ready to strike. The slowly positioned they're forces. Brought they're emergency armories online, and they fueled and armed they're vehicles. As on of the vans drove past one of the armories, they were just in time to see a massive T-84 Main Battle Tank pull out of the armory, and head in the opposite direction at a slow pace. It was clearly not of the Blessed Guard, as it bore two flags, highest the blue and white flag of the Republic of the Beatus, and below that, the yellow and white sun flag of the province of Heilagur. The others noticed the build up also. They began seeing more of the white camo uniforms of the provincial militia, as apposed to the white robes of the Blessed Guard. Fighting had not broken out yet, but it would soon.

To the Arch Prior,

I shall gladly send help, I will send a few divisons from Third army and a few helicopters to work together with your divisons and check out the area. I will also activate a few reserves just incase. If any monetary or medical support is needed don't hesitate to ask.

Looking forward to speaking again,

Prime Minister Maclevy

To Prime Minister Maclevy,

Do not, repeat do not send in your troops. A situation is brewing, and your troops may be mistaken for enemy troops and fired upon. A few provinces are attempting a rebellion, but I am sure that the Great Bob will help us, and that everything will be fine. As soon, as we believe the friendly fire situation will no longer be an issue, we will contact you, so be ready to send troops in immediately.

Signed,
Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
The Republic of the Beatus

"Where do you 'spose they're goin', sir?", asked Gunnery Sergeant Shiusan to Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone over their comm links as they passed a squadron of whitely garbed soldiers march past their car as they passed them. They were dressed in white, much like the Blessed Guard. However they were lacking the robes they were notorious for wearing. "Not sure. But I get the feeling it might work towards our advantage.", responded Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone. He checked the map and then his surroundings. He was at the right spot for Squad 1. He parked the SUV into a nearby alley. They waited until the rest of their squad arrived, parking in an isolated parking garage.

Squad 2, the SSAS troops, had arrived at their location. And Squad 3 was waiting for the other two squads to begin their assault before moving to seize the town square. Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone and his squad stuffed their shirts over the Type IV Kevlar vests they brought with them. One of his squad members had a Zastava M93 Black Arrow strapped onto his back under a trench coat. A few others did the same thing with M16A2's, AK-74M's, and the Lieutenant Colonel himself even carried a G36C. All of them were equipped with a standard issue CZ P-01. However the Lieutenant Colonel preferred the firepower of a S&W Model 29 revolver with a 4 inch barrel. Everything they carried was an imported item. Nothing that could be tracked back to Darthalian manufacturers.

They assembled around the perimeter, eying the target building. Jim was inside, and they were going to bring him back or die trying...

"Where do you 'spose they're goin', sir?", asked Gunnery Sergeant Shiusan to Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone over their comm links as they passed a squadron of whitely garbed soldiers march past their car as they passed them. They were dressed in white, much like the Blessed Guard. However they were lacking the robes they were notorious for wearing. "Not sure. But I get the feeling it might work towards our advantage.", responded Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone. He checked the map and then his surroundings. He was at the right spot for Squad 1. He parked the SUV into a nearby alley. They waited until the rest of their squad arrived, parking in an isolated parking garage.

Squad 2, the SSAS troops, had arrived at their location. And Squad 3 was waiting for the other two squads to begin their assault before moving to seize the town square. Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone and his squad stuffed their shirts over the Type IV Kevlar vests they brought with them. One of his squad members had a Zastava M93 Black Arrow strapped onto his back under a trench coat. A few others did the same thing with M16A2's, AK-74M's, and the Lieutenant Colonel himself even carried a G36C. All of them were equipped with a standard issue CZ P-01. However the Lieutenant Colonel preferred the firepower of a S&W Model 29 revolver with a 4 inch barrel. Everything they carried was an imported item. Nothing that could be tracked back to Darthalian manufacturers.

They assembled around the perimeter, eying the target building. Jim was inside, and they were going to bring him back or die trying...

Just as the teams were getting ready to act, explosions began to rock the city, as the local militias struck. The Guards around the Royal Temple, began scattering around in all directions taking up defensive positions. Many left they're posts and rushed into the city. This left a small emergency exit in an ally way unguarded.

Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone and his squad looked towards the source of the explosion in the distance. Was another nation attacking? Or did it have something to do with the tanks and troopers they had passed earlier? Either way, they were quick to note the hole in their defense and as subtly as they could moved towards the unguarded alleyway. "This is Grimstone. We've found a way around the guards. Squad 2 move to our position, Squad 3 secure the townsquare!"

They were quick to follow their orders. Squad 3's men rushed out of their vans. Armed and ready. They pushed people who had stopped their cars and gotten out of them aside. When they had at last reached the center people were running, screaming, even hiding. They set up positions, one of the men carrying a IMI Negev LMG and setting up a good defense position.

Squad 2 finally made it to the alleyway, Squad 1 awaiting them. Together, they moved towards exit.

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They ditched the coats and over shirts used to conceal their weaponry. Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone stood on one side of the emergency exit. Another soldier across from him. They exchanged nods and Grimstone stepped up, taking and pressing it hard against his shoulder. The soldier pulled the fire exit open and Grimestone quickly moved in. A line of soldiers swiftly following up behind him.

The man looked up, slowly, and clearly with great pain. Then he began to speak, his pain clearly audible in his voice, "No, I was not at the border. I have been here for a long time. I can't tell you how long in days or hours, as they mean nothing here, and I have lost track anyway, but in levels of injury. First they were content to lock me away in my penthouse, as I need to look good, they thought they could use me, well that didn't work as they though. Then they brought me down here, and began "questioning" me about things. When I refused to answer they started with having some goon beat me," he carefully and painfully lifted up his shirt to show the bruises across his stomach, and attempted to indicate his black eye. "Then they returned me here. After a while they took me back up, and asked more questions, and again I refused, this time for every time I refused they took a saber to my back," he indicated the many now healing wounds on his back. "And the last time, they did this," he pointed to his leg. "I'm not even going to tell you how they did it, for I don't remember all of it, I passed out from the pain halfway through, and I don't want you to have nightmares about what they'll do to you, its already hard enough to sleep with my own."

Heinrich knew he had heard the man's voice, but he couldn't nessecarily remember where, and he had been beaten far too much to be recognized. He knew that it was someone of importance, however. George had begun waking up, and Tom still had a bullet wound in his arm from the Stoklimolvi Espionage Team's assault rifle fire. Heinrich and George didn't know if Tom would survive the bleeding, and infection was most likely going to set in. "I think I've met you before," said Heinrich. George was busy checking Tom's vitals and doing what he could to put pressure on the wound. Tom would be awake by now, but he was too wounded to actually wake up.

To:Black Imperium
From:United Dependencies office of the Prime Minister
Subject:Rescue

I know that you have squads already in the city and this may be last minute; But in desperation I ask that while President Lange is being escorted to the extraction point if you could please also escourt those that are left in our embassy I would be forever grateful and in your debt.

Gods Speed
Primer Minister Maclevy

P.S. We have a naval task force off the coast ready to send in the extraction team. Were waiting on your signal.

I regret to inform you that due to communication jammers hidden in the city we cannot make contact with the infiltration teams. We would have had them destroyed, but without the proper intel and time we were going to have to hope the team would not need urgent communications sent in our out of the city.

Our reports tell us that the countryside of The Beatus is erupting into civil war and we are certain the fight to claim the capital will be quick. This is most troublesome as we are now not only faced with the safety of Jim but his country is breaking apart every moment we waste. Perhaps, if the Military Tribunal can clarify this, there is an active form of communication for in city and out of city communications inside of the target building. If this is so, we can send a message to it and hope the troops will get it.

We are left with few choices. Either you are I deploy last minute forces into the capital to act on a separate mission to evacuate your embassy, or hope that the embassy will not be caught in the conflict.

We Apologize,
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

As Task Force 6 moved into position admiral Waters looked over what he saw. As far as the eye could see were destroyers, cruisers, aircraft carriers, troop ships, every name and class. As far as the eye could see, ships not just from his home but from many nations around. As he saw the helicopters and airplanes gathering for their crucial part of the mission he could only hope that most of the AA guns had been moved out of the city. He knew that if too many were left his choppers would be blown out of the sky and the rescue team left stranded in the city. As he stood there the military report came in. "Direct from Military Command: Do not land troops to combat rebels as previously planned as they may be subject to friendly fire. Special Operations mission under way, everything going as planned. Be prepared to send in extraction teams on the signal best of luck". So now for the wait the admiral said to himself. Everyone on the ships sat on edge waiting for the signal to arrive. They could only wonder what comes next.

To:Black Imperium
From:United Dependencies office of the Prime Minister
Subjec:Embassy Rescue
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium,

Very well, I will send in troops of my own with the extraction team. They are being alerted now. If there is some way to communicate with the Military Tribunal and the soldiers on the rescue misson please let them know that their extraction will be held up do to the circumstances listed above.

Thank you for your efforts,
Prime Minister Maclevy

To:Arch Prior
From:United Dependencies office of the Prime Minister
Subject:Rescue/Military aide

I have recived your warning and have halted all landings. When you do need help my naval task force is off the coast ready to deploy troops. Unfortunatly their are still people at my embassy in your capital and they must be rescued. I must inform you that military units will be landing in helicopters outside the city to go in and rescue the civilians in our embassy. If you could keep your soldiers from shooting at the helicopters or coming near them to keep others from shooting at the helicopters that would be great.

Thanks for your help,
Prime Minister Maclevy

Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone and his squad looked towards the source of the explosion in the distance. Was another nation attacking? Or did it have something to do with the tanks and troopers they had passed earlier? Either way, they were quick to note the hole in their defense and as subtly as they could moved towards the unguarded alleyway. "This is Grimstone. We've found a way around the guards. Squad 2 move to our position, Squad 3 secure the townsquare!"

They were quick to follow their orders. Squad 3's men rushed out of their vans. Armed and ready. They pushed people who had stopped their cars and gotten out of them aside. When they had at last reached the center people were running, screaming, even hiding. They set up positions, one of the men carrying a IMI Negev LMG and setting up a good defense position.

Squad 2 finally made it to the alleyway, Squad 1 awaiting them. Together, they moved towards exit.

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They ditched the coats and over shirts used to conceal their weaponry. Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone stood on one side of the emergency exit. Another soldier across from him. They exchanged nods and Grimstone stepped up, taking and pressing it hard against his shoulder. The soldier pulled the fire exit open and Grimestone quickly moved in. A line of soldiers swiftly following up behind him.

At the same second they burst through the fire door, power was lost to half the City of the Blessed. That momentary laps in power between the loss of exterior power, and the generators kicking in, caused the alarm system to ignore the now open fire door. The squad was now in a dim hallway, lit only by the emergency flood lights above the door. They could hear people running through the hallway above them, and feel the ground shake with explosions. There was a stairwell leading down to they're right.

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The squad in the town square soon had some company. Two Studebaker US6 trucks had pulled up, and troops were pouring out. In all there were 36 soldiers in they're arctic camo uniforms. There were two, three man machine gun teams, which rushed to take up positions behind concrete barriers with they're M2 .50 cal. machine guns. The rest were armed with M14 Assault Rifles. The spread out, and began advancing on squad 3's defensive positions, but non had fired a shot, yet.

Heinrich knew he had heard the man's voice, but he couldn't nessecarily remember where, and he had been beaten far too much to be recognized. He knew that it was someone of importance, however. George had begun waking up, and Tom still had a bullet wound in his arm from the Stoklimolvi Espionage Team's assault rifle fire. Heinrich and George didn't know if Tom would survive the bleeding, and infection was most likely going to set in. "I think I've met you before," said Heinrich. George was busy checking Tom's vitals and doing what he could to put pressure on the wound. Tom would be awake by now, but he was too wounded to actually wake up.

"Maybe we have," said the man. "I am Jim. Jim Lange. So who are you?"

"Shit, powers out.", said Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone as the lights flickered dead. He reached into his pocket and removed a large red flare. Taking a lighter off of one of his soldiers he lit the fuse and held it infront of him as the bright red smoke and light sizzled to life and decently lit the hallway. He moved forward, but only briefly, before hearing the stomping of footsteps above the squad. He motioned for them to halt and they continued to wait until they were certain whoever was above them was no longer around.

"Where do'ya 'spose he's bein' held, sir?", asked Gunnery Sergeant Shiusan. "However stereotypical it is, my best guess is in the basement. Theres some stairs right over there. Lets see if they lead to where we need to go.", responded Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone. The two exchanged nods and the squad slowly filed down the stairs. Their steps being particularly light to avoid gaining the attentions of any guards down here. Even though they could easily be explained as the results of the explosions they could hear going off outside.

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Squad 3 aimed their guns at the unexpected arrivals of the reinforcements. They took cover behind crude barriers like cars and stone walls. While they would've shot first, the fact the enemy hadn't fired yet forced them to remain passive for now. Besides, they were going to drag themselves into a fire fight when they were outgunned, and under manned by them. So for now, they were just going to wait them out.

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To:Black Imperium
From:United Dependencies office of the Prime Minister
Subjec:Embassy Rescue
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium,

Very well, I will send in troops of my own with the extraction team. They are being alerted now. If there is some way to communicate with the Military Tribunal and the soldiers on the rescue misson please let them know that their extraction will be held up do to the circumstances listed above.

We will make sure to contact the team once they are out of range from the communication jammers. We wish you luck in your mission. We have an AC-130H on standby if you have fortified or heavy ground targets that need to be destroyed.

Best of Luck,
Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

To:Lord Der'Khaine Ruler of Darthalia Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium
From:Admiral Waters

We have our own forces ready but thankyou. Out of range to see any flares plese tell us the radio code word you will send if and when mission is successful.

To Arch Prior
RE:Military Aid

Aissur has 4 teams of Spcial Forces standing by to help an evacuation of high priority figures. They will be 3 main groups with standard Ak47s and the other team will be a sniper team with Russian made SVDS. We will hold position on the border if that is a-okay with you.

(Signed)
Stalin John
(Secretary of War)

"Shit, powers out.", said Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone as the lights flickered dead. He reached into his pocket and removed a large red flare. Taking a lighter off of one of his soldiers he lit the fuse and held it infront of him as the bright red smoke and light sizzled to life and decently lit the hallway. He moved forward, but only briefly, before hearing the stomping of footsteps above the squad. He motioned for them to halt and they continued to wait until they were certain whoever was above them was no longer around.

"Where do'ya 'spose he's bein' held, sir?", asked Gunnery Sergeant Shiusan. "However stereotypical it is, my best guess is in the basement. Theres some stairs right over there. Lets see if they lead to where we need to go.", responded Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone. The two exchanged nods and the squad slowly filed down the stairs. Their steps being particularly light to avoid gaining the attentions of any guards down here. Even though they could easily be explained as the results of the explosions they could hear going off outside.

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Squad 3 aimed their guns at the unexpected arrivals of the reinforcements. They took cover behind crude barriers like cars and stone walls. While they would've shot first, the fact the enemy hadn't fired yet forced them to remain passive for now. Besides, they were going to drag themselves into a fire fight when they were outgunned, and under manned by them. So for now, they were just going to wait them out.

As they walked down the stairs, the walls around them changed from modern brick to older stone, and the tiled floors also gave way to old stone. The lights in this part of the building were obviously installed after construction, as the wiring was exposed, and not build into the walls. With every explosion dust could be seen falling from the ceiling. Ahead they could see more emergency lights, and the end of the stairs.

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Colonel Smith stood by the truck. He had his binoculars trained on the distant soldiers that were holding the town square. They were obviously not Blessed Guards, and they were definitely not Beatusian military. That meant they were either mercenaries, or foreign soldiers, neither of which would be tolerated to operate in his defensive perimeter. He reached into the cab of the truck and pulled out a megaphone. He then spoke into the megaphone, "Attention, those currently occupying the town square. You are in sovereign territory of the Republic of the Beatus, with no right to do so. You will now lay down your weapons, and surrender to use, or we will be forced to use force against you. You have one minute to talk it over, after that time, if you have not laid down your weapons, and surrender to us, than we will open fire."

"Great" said Admiral Waters as he looked over the latest reports."Foriegn military helping out the Arch Prior, thats just what we need". "Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking" he said as he pulled out his flask.

To Arch Prior
RE:Military Aid

Aissur has 4 teams of Spcial Forces standing by to help an evacuation of high priority figures. They will be 3 main groups with standard Ak47s and the other team will be a sniper team with Russian made SVDS. We will hold position on the border if that is a-okay with you.

(Signed)
Stalin John
(Secretary of War)

To Stalin John,

I thank you for your offer. Our capital is currently under siege, and my life is in danger. I am transmitting the coordinates of my location, there is a heliport on the roof. I will be waiting there, with 10 of my closest aides, and many important documents, in one hours time. I hope you can be there by than, and thank you for your assistance in my nations time of crisis. I would also like to seek asylum in your nation, until my forces are able to restore peace and prosperity, and ensure that it is safe for my return.

Signed,
Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
The Republic of the Beatus

NO DAMNIT HES GOING TO ESCAPE! I must authorize an airstrike of the capital unless someone puts a tracker on him or something. I am going to order that he not leave the city or face his death now. We must act now!

To Stalin John,

I thank you for your offer. Our capital is currently under siege, and my life is in danger. I am transmitting the coordinates of my location, there is a heliport on the roof. I will be waiting there, with 10 of my closest aides, and many important documents, in one hours time. I hope you can be there by than, and thank you for your assistance in my nations time of crisis. I would also like to seek asylum in your nation, until my forces are able to restore peace and prosperity, and ensure that it is safe for my return.

Signed,
Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump
The Republic of the Beatus
To Arch Prior
RE:Evac

We will arrive via Mi-17MDs and have the support of two (2) Mi-24 gunships. We will be there on time. Expect a hasty evac.

(Signed)
John Stalin
(Secretary of War)



"Alright Suit up!" Yelled the Squad leader. The four teams quickly suited up in their standard uniforms. "The Republic of the Beatus is currently under seige and our mission will be to evac the president and aids. We are not sure of the current military condition."
"Lets hope our transport doesn't get shot down with everyone in it eh?" Said the squad leader of Team Charlie with a laugh. The men piled into the transport helicopter, have emotions of anxiety and exciteness. The last military evacuation resulted in the death of three teams and the current dictator of that time.

NO DAMNIT HES GOING TO ESCAPE! I must authorize an airstrike of the capital unless someone puts a tracker on him or something. I am going to order that he not leave the city or face his death now. We must act now!

To Admiral Waters,

We cannot authorize you to conduct an air strike on our nation's capital. If you We will attempt to stop you. The capital is too vital to risk damage to it, or its citizens.

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

To Arch Prior
RE:Evac

We will arrive via Mi-17MDs and have the support of two (2) Mi-24 gunships. We will be there on time. Expect a hasty evac.

(Signed)
John Stalin
(Secretary of War)



"Alright Suit up!" Yelled the Squad leader. The four teams quickly suited up in their standard uniforms. "The Republic of the Beatus is currently under seige and our mission will be to evac the president and aids. We are not sure of the current military condition."
"Lets hope our transport doesn't get shot down with everyone in it eh?" Said the squad leader of Team Charlie with a laugh. The men piled into the transport helicopter, have emotions of anxiety and exciteness. The last military evacuation resulted in the death of three teams and the current dictator of that time.

Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump stood on the roof of the Royal Temple, with his ten closest aides, each carrying a laptop, and a briefcase full of top secret documents. The helicopters landed safely and the Arch Prior extended his hand toward his rescuers.

Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump stood on the roof of the Royal Temple, with his ten closest aides, each carrying a laptop, and a briefcase full of top secret documents. The helicopters landed safely and the Arch Prior extended his hand toward his rescuers.
"Alright we have them in the transports head to landind zone beta for his transfer to a ground convoy." Said the squad leader.
"We got troops moving towards the building."
Reported a Gunship pilot. "Orders?"
"Do not, I repeat do not open fire, we do not know who is bad." Replied the Captain. The copters took off and headed away.

Arch Prior, Giorgio Huttlebump stood on the roof of the Royal Temple, with his ten closest aides, each carrying a laptop, and a briefcase full of top secret documents. The helicopters landed safely and the Arch Prior extended his hand toward his rescuers.

noooooooooooooooooooooooooo! what the hell do we do now? I am not about to enter into military conflict with the Soviet Aissur. What are my orders?

Admiral Waters

P.S. Looks like picked the wrong week to stop smoking!

P.P.S Tachy is a good ally of our nation and has provided a few ships incase anybody is wondering why they have a post here.

"Alright we have them in the transports head to landind zone beta for his transfer to a ground convoy." Said the squad leader.
"We got troops moving towards the building."
Reported a Gunship pilot. "Orders?"
"Do not, I repeat do not open fire, we do not know who is bad." Replied the Captain. The copters took off and headed away.

The Blessed Guard had infiltrated the military forces, for specifically this situation. They had positioned themselves in places where they would be most useful, mainly as RADAR operators. So when the helicopters can and went, they were "on break," and had, "forgot," to, "tell anyone". The helicopters had a clear path out of the nation, although this would clearly mean that they're plants would be discovered, but that was the price they paid to save the Arch Prior, who by the time they were captured was safely out of the country.

"So, who may I thank for saving my life?" asked the Arch Prior.

The Blessed Guard had infiltrated the military forces, for specifically this situation. They had positioned themselves in places where they would be most useful, mainly as RADAR operators. So when the helicopters can and went, they were "on break," and had, "forgot," to, "tell anyone". The helicopters had a clear path out of the nation, although this would clearly mean that they're plants would be discovered, but that was the price they paid to save the Arch Prior, who by the time they were captured was safely out of the country.

"So, who may I thank for saving my life?" asked the Arch Prior.
"You may thank our leader, if it was still the last leader, he would've said, That sucks!" Siad the team leader.
"We are heading to a military base for you to stay. There is a bomb shelter that just in case. Our leader will also be staying there. There was a recent assaination attempt on his life although noone knows that."
The chopper neared Aissuran airspace.
"And if your forces want help from Soviet Aissur, we will help.

My troops are ready to invade. I can have them stablize the country side and stay away from the major cites if you want.

Admiral Waters

What are my orders?!

"You may thank our leader, if it was still the last leader, he would've said, That sucks!" Siad the team leader.
"We are heading to a military base for you to stay. There is a bomb shelter that just in case. Our leader will also be staying there. There was a recent assaination attempt on his life although noone knows that."
The chopper neared Aissuran airspace.
"And if your forces want help from Soviet Aissur, we will help.

"Good," said the Arch Prior. "I will need access to communications equipment, so that I can link up with our communication satellites."

noooooooooooooooooooooooooo! what the hell do we do now? I am not about to enter into military conflict with the Soviet Aissur. What are my orders?

Admiral Waters

P.S. Looks like picked the wrong week to stop smoking!

P.P.S Tachy is a good ally of our nation and has provided a few ships incase anybody is wondering why they have a post here.

To Admiral Waters,

It appears as if the Arch Prior has escaped. Apparently the Blessed Guard had infiltrated our ranks, but we are positive we have eliminated the last of them. We do not know where they have gone, but we can still not authorize any outside military action until Jim has been freed from his imprisonment, and he is safely out of the nation.

"Good," said the Arch Prior. "I will need access to communications equipment, so that I can link up with our communication satellites.""The base has the best equipment Aissur can offer." Said the team's communication specialist. The helicopter landed at a landing zone and transfered the men to a ground convoy. The convoy
had BMP 3s as it main vehical.
"Usally we use just jeeps for convoys, but this is a high priority mission." Remarked a soldier. The convoy began to drive east.

"The base has the best equipment Aissur can offer." Said the team's communication specialist. The helicopter landed at a landing zone and transfered the men to a ground convoy. The convoy
had BMP 3s as it main vehical.
"Usally we use just jeeps for convoys, but this is a high priority mission." Remarked a soldier. The convoy began to drive east.

"I am glad you value my safety," said the Arch Prior. "We also have some room requests, we would prefer our own floor, or at least a section we have to ourselves. We will discuss furniture when we have seen the space set aside for us."

"I am glad you value my safety," said the Arch Prior. "We also have some room requests, we would prefer our own floor, or at least a section we have to ourselves. We will discuss furniture when we have seen the space set aside for us.""We have a section of floor 1 set aside." The convoy stopped at an intersection.

"We have a section of floor 1 set aside." The convoy stopped at an intersection.

"Floor one?" asked the Arch Prior. "Would that be the lowest, or highest floor?"

"Floor one?" asked the Arch Prior. "Would that be the lowest, or highest floor?""That would be the lowest floor. Our men are setting up commmunications in the section." Replied the soldier.
"Whats the hold up?" Asked the sqaud leader. Just as a soldier was about to reply he was cut off by a noise of a shoulder fired RPG-7. The lead BMP was hit and it lost one of its tracks. Another RPG-7 hit the BMP and it burst into flames. Men began running out of the BMP. The men were on fire and screams of agony could be heard. The other tanks began moving to get out of the area.
"This is convoy Beta carrying category A1 cargo, we are under attack and request gunship support."
"This is Gunship 1 and 2, we are refuled and will be there shortly." A BMP was hit by a mortar round. The two bmps ahead began laying down machinegun fire to the north. Men began pilling out of them.
"Driver, head full spead towards the base, these guys can handle it!" Said the squad leader.
"Yes sir!"

As soon as we get the President out of there I can have First and Second Army land on the coast. I will then turn control of them over to you. Each army has 10 divisions for a grand total of 200,000 men over all. If they are to land I suggest that you use them wisely. I will try my best to keep an eye on the arch prior. Will i need to blockade the nation that rescued him? What should I do at this moment?

Admiral Waters

As soon as we get the President out of there I can have First and Second Army land on the coast. I will then turn control of them over to you. Each army has 10 divisions for a grand total of 200,000 men over all. If they are to land I suggest that you use them wisely. I will try my best to keep an eye on the arch prior. Will i need to blockade the nation that rescued him? What should I do at this moment?

Admiral Waters

To Admiral Waters,

We will provide you with maps on where your troops can land, and will attempt to depict what faction has what, where. Also, yes keep an eye on the Arch Prior, for when this is done, he will stand trial for treason.

"That would be the lowest floor. Our men are setting up commmunications in the section." Replied the soldier.
"Whats the hold up?" Asked the sqaud leader. Just as a soldier was about to reply he was cut off by a noise of a shoulder fired RPG-7. The lead BMP was hit and it lost one of its tracks. Another RPG-7 hit the BMP and it burst into flames. Men began running out of the BMP. The men were on fire and screams of agony could be heard. The other tanks began moving to get out of the area.
"This is convoy Beta carrying category A1 cargo, we are under attack and request gunship support."
"This is Gunship 1 and 2, we are refuled and will be there shortly." A BMP was hit by a mortar round. The two bmps ahead began laying down machinegun fire to the north. Men began pilling out of them.
"Driver, head full spead towards the base, these guys can handle it!" Said the squad leader.
"Yes sir!"

The Arch Prior saw his chance. He nodded to his men, and they all withdrew revolvers from they're robes. Within seconds they had shot the driver and the guards. The Arch Prior made sure that he kept leader alive, as he had special plans for him.

The remaining soldier was hit on the head with the butt of a revolver, as one of the Arch Priors aids took the wheel, while another manned the gun, opening fire on the surrounding BMPs.

The Arch Prior saw his chance. He nodded to his men, and they all withdrew revolvers from they're robes. Within seconds they had shot the driver and the guards. The Arch Prior made sure that he kept leader alive, as he had special plans for him."What the fuck!" Said the soldier as he was shot.
"Mother..." Gasped a soldier as he died. "This is Gunship 1, come in."
"Team down! Driver down ne-" The radio went dead.
"This is fubared!" Yelled the squad leader as he prepared to shoot The Arch Prior in the head. A BMP could see the blood on the window and it formed a box with the other BMPS. A soldier knocked on the back of the BMP.

To:Prime Minister Maclevy
From:Admiral Waters
Subject:The Arch Prior

Sir, The Arch Prior has escaped and fled to Soviet Aissur. I am already sending a few seals to track his position. Things have escacalated and invasion of a coalition of ours and other forces may be iminent. That is the latest from the Front.

To Admiral Waters,

What is this talk about an invasion by coalition of forces? What other forces? What are you talking about?

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

"Arrgghh!" Yelled the gunner as he was thrown in his seat. the BMPs backed away.
"Prepare to fire on the BMP, target left track, we need those guys alive."
A BMP aimed at the BMP as the Gunships circled around.

The BMP took a sharp swerved off the road, and sped away at full speed.

To:Prime Minister Maclevy
From:Admiral Waters
Subject:The Arch Prior

Sir, The Arch Prior has escaped and fled to Soviet Aissur. I am already sending a few seals to track his position. Things have escacalated and invasion of a coalition of ours and other forces may be iminent. That is the latest from the Front.

The remaining soldier was hit on the head with the butt of a revolver, as one of the Arch Priors aids took the wheel, while another manned the gun, opening fire on the surrounding BMPs."Arrgghh!" Yelled the gunner as he was thrown in his seat. the BMPs backed away.
"Prepare to fire on the BMP, target left track, we need those guys alive."
A BMP aimed at the BMP as the Gunships circled around.

The soldiers of Squad 3 did not respond to the requests of the officer yelling to them over the megapahone. They did not move and inch, bat an eyelash. They remained still, and calm. Luckily, they had another minute before they would be forced to fight. Hopefully they could hold them off for a good while, in time for Squad 2 and 3 to get Jim Lange to their location safely.

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Grimstone and his squad continued down the stairs, into the scarcely light hallway. It felt as though they had just walked into the dark ages with the change in atmosphere and architecture. They proceed down the dark corridor. The flare long dead and tossed aside, a new one lit to light their way to wherever they were being led. Finally, after walking down another set of stairs, they had reached a room of cells.

One in particular was quite full. As the men in the cell turned to look at them, their eyes unused to the bright light of the flare, he hushed them and took his G36C. He aimed at the many locks and hinges, placing a firm shot into each of them. He ripped the door open, and two of his men rushed to the aid of Jim Lange. They carefully hefted him up, carrying him like a chair. The other prisoners, who looked like civilians, seemed to have a wounded man with them.

"I am Lieutenant Colonel Grimstone of the Elite Task Force squadron of the Black Imperium. Our mission was to secure Jim Lange. We weren't expecting guests. Identify yourselves immediately."

To Admiral Waters,

What is this talk about an invasion by coalition of forces? What other forces? What are you talking about?

Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

ok ok fine its mostly me.

To Stalin John
RE:CoNvoY under attAck

The conVoy carriEing THe ArcH PrioR haS beN attAcked. CommUnications are MalfuntionINg due to an UneXpectEd EMP exploSion. ExpeCt possIble invasion. EvaC anY government heads. CodE braVo. [Rest of transmSsion LosT]

"Maybe we have," said the man. "I am Jim. Jim Lange. So who are you?"

Before the E.T.F. Agents entered the room, Heinrich began. "I am Heinrich Slaag. I believe we met at Edwardo Listless's funeral."

As the E.T.F. Agents came into the room, George quickly looked up from the bullet wound. As the troops asked for identification, Heinrich said, "I'm Heinrich Slaag, Commander of the Special Tactics Force. The others are only known as Tom and George. Tom is the wounded one." He used hand signs to request a medic for Tom. Heinrich stepped out and quietly asked one of the Agents, "You know where they're keeping our stuff, such as our clothes, yet?"

To:Soviet Aissur
From:United Dependencies office of Foriegn Affairs
Subject:Arch Prior

Recent intell has shown that you have the arch prior of The Beatus under your care. He is a criminal in many nations and is wanted to stand in court for his crimes. All we ask is that you turn him over to us before things get to violent.

Foriegn Affairs Minister
Theodore W.

To:Soviet Aissur
From:United Dependencies office of Foriegn Affairs
Subject:Arch Prior

Recent intell has shown that you have the arch prior of The Beatus under your care. He is a criminal in many nations and is wanted to stand in court for his crimes. All we ask is that you turn him over to us before things get to violent.

Foriegn Affairs Minister
Theodore W.
To:United Dependenceis office of Foreign Affairs
RE:Arch Prior

Arch Prior killed a team of our special forces and severly damaged one of our tanks. He has escaped. THe tracking device in the BMP is currently offline. Our base was hit by an EMP blast of some sorts. We will work with you to find him and bring him into custody.
(signed)
Stalin John
(secretary of war)

We will send forces to help extricate the Arch Prior from Soviet Aissur; however, I ask that Black Imperium and anyone else who can contribute military aide coordinate with myself and Soviet Aissur. This is obviously a dangerous man that we are dealing with here and we will need all the help we can get. To Soviet Aissur: you have control of the 1st through 3rd marine regiment which will be provided to you asap.

Admiral Waters

The BMP took a sharp swerved off the road, and sped away at full speed."This is BMP 2 we have lost The Archer Prior."

"This is BMP 2 we have lost The Archer Prior."

The Arch Prior's BMP sped across the open ground, toward the boarder. Within minutes they would be safely in Kelnoriem, where they're men would be ready for them.

Before the E.T.F. Agents entered the room, Heinrich began. "I am Heinrich Slaag. I believe we met at Edwardo Listless's funeral."

As the E.T.F. Agents came into the room, George quickly looked up from the bullet wound. As the troops asked for identification, Heinrich said, "I'm Heinrich Slaag, Commander of the Special Tactics Force. The others are only known as Tom and George. Tom is the wounded one." He used hand signs to request a medic for Tom. Heinrich stepped out and quietly asked one of the Agents, "You know where they're keeping our stuff, such as our clothes, yet?"

"Yes," said Jim. "I think I remember you, how have things been going for you? Who, are you now?" he asked the men who had suddenly picked him up.

The soldiers of Squad 3 did not respond to the requests of the officer yelling to them over the megapahone. They did not move and inch, bat an eyelash. They remained still, and calm. Luckily, they had another minute before they would be forced to fight. Hopefully they could hold them off for a good while, in time for Squad 2 and 3 to get Jim Lange to their location safely.

The Colonel waited for them to respond, when they did not, he again reached into the cab of the vehicle, grabbed the radio, hoping that those guys in intelligence had got those communications jammers down yet. They had, and he radioed back to command, "This is Colonel Smith, we have hostile non-native forces occupying the town square. Have warned them to stand down, and they are ignoring me. Request permission to engage, Over."

Before the E.T.F. Agents entered the room, Heinrich began. "I am Heinrich Slaag. I believe we met at Edwardo Listless's funeral."

As the E.T.F. Agents came into the room, George quickly looked up from the bullet wound. As the troops asked for identification, Heinrich said, "I'm Heinrich Slaag, Commander of the Special Tactics Force. The others are only known as Tom and George. Tom is the wounded one." He used hand signs to request a medic for Tom. Heinrich stepped out and quietly asked one of the Agents, "You know where they're keeping our stuff, such as our clothes, yet?"

Grimstone eyed Heinrich suspiciously. But his thoughts were interrupted as an explosion rocked the building. Dusting them with some fine powder from the ceiling. "We haven't searched the complex. We're on a tight schedule. We can give you our side arms, some of our ammo, but as for searching for your weapons and clothes thats not on our agenda. The President is our main objective. Whether you decide to come with us or not is you choice, but we can't guarantee your safety if you go off on your own."

He turned his attentions to the President. "Mr. President we're agents of Lord Der'Khaine. Our mission is to get you out of the country and to an safe, temporary location. We have another squad back in the town square. They have vans ready to drive us out of the city to the closest base in control of the Military Tribunal."

Grimstone looked back at Heinrich, then as his wounded comrade. "You wan t to handle him or do you want us to carry him out?"

Grimstone eyed Heinrich suspiciously. But his thoughts were interrupted as an explosion rocked the building. Dusting them with some fine powder from the ceiling. "We haven't searched the complex. We're on a tight schedule. We can give you our side arms, some of our ammo, but as for searching for your weapons and clothes thats not on our agenda. The President is our main objective. Whether you decide to come with us or not is you choice, but we can't guarantee your safety if you go off on your own."

He turned his attentions to the President. "Mr. President we're agents of Lord Der'Khaine. Our mission is to get you out of the country and to an safe, temporary location. We have another squad back in the town square. They have vans ready to drive us out of the city to the closest base in control of the Military Tribunal."

Grimstone looked back at Heinrich, then as his wounded comrade. "You wan t to handle him or do you want us to carry him out?"

"Heinrich," said Jim. "You must come with us, I'm not going to have you dieing in my nation," said Jim. "Do you have to carry me like this? I can walk you know!"

"Heinrich," said Jim. "You must come with us, I'm not going to have you dieing in my nation," said Jim. "Do you have to carry me like this? I can walk you know!"

"Your leg is injured sir. I think we'd move faster if we could carry you. Unless your certain you can run or sprint when the time may calls."

Heinrich didn't have to be told twice to come along. He and George began lifting Tom, relatively with ease, and got ready to go.

"Your leg is injured sir. I think we'd move faster if we could carry you. Unless your certain you can run or sprint when the time may calls."

"If you insist," said Jim. "Just give me a gun, and lets get out of here," he said holding his hand out.

"This is Gunship 1 I see the BMP orders?" Said the pilot.
"Stand down."
"But sir..."
"I SAID STAND DOWN PILOT" Yelled the Colonel.
"Yes sir, returning to base." Replied the scared pilot.
The colonel had other plans. He just hatched an idea to take over Aissur.

The BMP safely reached Kelnoriem, there they met with Blessed Guard agents, who took them to a waiting freighter, that would take them to Huttlebump Isle (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13397377#post13397377) (see thread there).

OOC: The Beatus, didn't you set a bounty on the Lord Regent of DWV's head? Well here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=548185) is the place to put it. DWV is screwed, officially, because this won't become a flaming pile of god mode like the war did.

The Arch Prior's BMP sped across the open ground, toward the boarder. Within minutes they would be safely in Kelnoriem, where they're men would be ready for them."This is Gunship 1 I see the BMP orders?" Said the pilot.
"Stand down."
"But sir..."
"I SAID STAND DOWN PILOT" Yelled the Colonel.
"Yes sir, returning to base." Replied the scared pilot.
"Soviet Aissur cannot enter a war without the necessary weapons." Said the new dictator, Stalin John.
"Therefore I have made an order to the United Earthlen Military Systems, Soviet Aissur will be perpared to do battle." Stalin John ended his speech to the overwhelming noise of cheering.

If you insist," said Jim. "Just give me a gun, and lets get out of here," he said holding his hand out.

"Yes sir." Grimstone handed his S&W Model 29 revolver over to Jim. He looked over the men crammed in the small room. They were halfway through this hell. "Alright men, lets move!" Quickly as possible, they filed out of the room, back towards the way they came. The men carrying Jim being especially careful with him. A few men stayed behind the Special Forces agents who carried their wounded comrade to make sure they wouldn't be exposed to any attacks from behind.

The Gunnery Seargent opened the fire exit and held it open as they rushed out into the alley. The sounds of the fighting filling their ears.

"Yes sir." Grimstone handed his S&W Model 29 revolver over to Jim. He looked over the men crammed in the small room. They were halfway through this hell. "Alright men, lets move!" Quickly as possible, they filed out of the room, back towards the way they came. The men carrying Jim being especially careful with him. A few men stayed behind the Special Forces agents who carried their wounded comrade to make sure they wouldn't be exposed to any attacks from behind.

The Gunnery Seargent opened the fire exit and held it open as they rushed out into the alley. The sounds of the fighting filling their ears.

Jim looked around, listened to the explosions, and wondered what was going on. He held the revolver, ready to fire, at anything, and anyone, he though was a threat.

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Town Square

"This is headquarters, assume foreign fighters are hostile. You have authorization to attack," said the voice back over the radio. "Roger," said Colonel Smith to the radio. Then he put the radio back, and gave the single to attack. The machine gunners opened up first, firing at the foreign fighters. Then, the others hopped over the concrete barriers they had been hiding behind, and charged the enemy.

Heinrich and the two GWOIA Agents followed the rest. When they reached the fire escape, Heinrich shouted over the gunfire, "I can probably carry Tom with just one arm while shooting, I hope you don't mind allowing me a weapon as well!"

Heinrich and the two GWOIA Agents followed the rest. When they reached the fire escape, Heinrich shouted over the gunfire, "I can probably carry Tom with just one arm while shooting, I hope you don't mind allowing me a weapon as well!"

"Yes give him a weapon too, from the sound of it, we're going to need all the firepower we can get," shouted Jim over the noises erupting from the city.

To:Marine bridgades 1-3
RE:Possible invasion of Island to capture The Arche Prior

Prepare for possible invasion of Kemeral. The Arch Prior was seen landing. Prepare for possible invasion. We have negioated for the return of prisoners of war. If the negioation is successfull the command of that bridgades will be handed back over.
(signed)
Stalin John
(leader)

Grimstone nodded to his Gunnery Sergeant and he tossed Heinrich his CZ P-01. Grimstone reached into his pocket and withdrew his radio. "Squad 3, this is Grimstone. We have the VIP, over." When he received no response he tried again. "Squad 3, this is Grimstone. We have secured the VIP, do you copy? Over."

He exchanged glances with the Gunnery Sergeant who didn't seem pleased at all."This could be bad, sir. We better move to the town square quickly." Grimstone nodded in agreement. "Alright boys, we're moving to Squad 3's position. If you are fired at, return fire. If you have a shot on a an enemy with the intent to attack, take it first." His men nodded their understanding and they began the run towards the town square. Shooting in that area very apparent as it loudened with each step closer they drew to it.

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Private First Class Owens ducked his head under the stone wall as shots began to fly over his head. "Sir! They're advancing!", shouted one of his squad mates. Owens reached onto his belt, grabbed a flash bang grenade and yelled: "Throw your flash bangs!" He pulled the pin and chucked it over his head. His troops did the same. As they heard the familiar pop of the grenade going off he yelled "Return fire!!" And his men did as they were told. The IMI Negev's rounds began to fly at any soldier too disoriented to take cover. A few M16's and one or two CETME L's rang out as well. They knew they didn't stand a chance alone, but they would make such an end worthy of an ETF soldier.

Heinrich caught the pistol in his left hand. He was born ambidextrious, so he had no difficulty firing with either hand. He kept it at the ready as everyone progressed to the town square. This was no doubtedly the first time he'd fought in only his underwear, but it made hardly a difference to him.

Grimstone nodded to his Gunnery Sergeant and he tossed Heinrich his CZ P-01. Grimstone reached into his pocket and withdrew his radio. "Squad 3, this is Grimstone. We have the VIP, over." When he received no response he tried again. "Squad 3, this is Grimstone. We have secured the VIP, do you copy? Over."

He exchanged glances with the Gunnery Sergeant who didn't seem pleased at all."This could be bad, sir. We better move to the town square quickly." Grimstone nodded in agreement. "Alright boys, we're moving to Squad 3's position. If you are fired at, return fire. If you have a shot on a an enemy with the intent to attack, take it first." His men nodded their understanding and they began the run towards the town square. Shooting in that area very apparent as it loudened with each step closer they drew to it.

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Private First Class Owens ducked his head under the stone wall as shots began to fly over his head. "Sir! They're advancing!", shouted one of his squad mates. Owens reached onto his belt, grabbed a flash bang grenade and yelled: "Throw your flash bangs!" He pulled the pin and chucked it over his head. His troops did the same. As they heard the familiar pop of the grenade going off he yelled "Return fire!!" And his men did as they were told. The IMI Negev's rounds began to fly at any soldier too disoriented to take cover. A few M16's and one or two CETME L's rang out as well. They knew they didn't stand a chance alone, but they would make such an end worthy of an ETF soldier.

Colonel Smith watched as the flash bangs were thrown, and his men were cut down by gunfire. The enemy was obviously well equipped, and trained. He ordered his men to fall back to take cover, and ensure the enemy stayed pinned down. Then he reached back into the truck, and got back on the radio, "Headquarters, this is Colonel Smith. We are encountering heavy resistance from foreign fighters, and request immediate reinforcements, at the town square. Forces are highly trained, and well equipped."

Owens grinned over the success of his plan, and noted the officer once again reaching into his transport. Most likely radioing his superiors. He nodded to Lance Corporal Sturais who reached onto his back and unstrapped his M16A2, equipped with a grenade launcher. He slid a grenade into the tub, aimed at the transport. And fired the grenade at it's hood.

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Grimstone watched from the comfort of a dark alley as his men cut down the rush of troops with expert precision. Perhaps a promotion was in order for Private First Class Owens.

"The vans are on the other side of the square. Hidden inside a parking lot. We need to move to Squad 3, help them retreat, and fall back." , he whispered to the troops behind him.

He reached into his pocket and once again drew his hand-held radio. He got onto Owen's channel. "Owens. Do you read me. Over." his response came this time. "This is Owens sir. We're holding down the town square. Where's your position?"

"We're in an alleyway behind the enemy blockade. We have the VIP as well as some other prisoners. Is it safe to move to your position?" Owens replied: "Negative, sir. Unless you come up behind them you'll get cut down pretty quick. The way around to us is lacking in good cover."

"Looks like we're sneaking up on them. Grimstone out." He looked back at the squad, the President, and the captured foreign agents.

As Sgt.Thomas gathered his equipment together he could only imagine what kind of hell he was being sent into."Dang, being sent into the middle of a civil war just to help get some president out of some unkown country along with a few civilians out of the embassy."Well" he said to his commrade Pvt.Simmons "all the equipments ready get the pilots and everyone else into the helicopters and ready to take off." Meanwhile up on the bridge Admiral Waters could only hope that the extraction would go as planned.

ooc:I may be gone for awhile feel free to role play anyone from my nation if you so choose.

The Beatusian Army noted that the communications jammers within the city were down, as they began picking up radio transmissions from the Black Imperium units in the city. Once they heard that Jim was safe, and that they were facing enemy forces, troops were called in to get them out.

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Colonel Smith heard the warning from his men, and dived away from the truck, just seconds before the grenade hit. Shrapnel dug into his back as he lay on the ground. Soon, his men were on him, and he could here more trucks pulling up. His troops were returning fire on the enemy troops. One took a shot at the grenadier. More machine gunners were with the new reinforcements, and quickly dashed into buildings, along with sniper teams, to set up strategic positions.

To The Government of The Beatus
RE:Military Aid

Soviet Aissur is prepared to enter th capital and attack any hostiles. We are outfitted with 5 Mi-35Ms and Special Forces Teams. We also have a sniper team outfitted with barret M82 anti-mater rifles. We will also work with you to find The Arch Prior.

(signed)
Stalin John
(Current dictator of Soviet Aissur)

To The Government of The Beatus
RE:Military Aid

Soviet Aissur is prepared to enter th capital and attack any hostiles. We are outfitted with 5 Mi-35Ms and Special Forces Teams. We also have a sniper team outfitted with barret M82 anti-mater rifles. We will also work with you to find The Arch Prior.

(signed)
Stalin John
(Current dictator of Soviet Aissur)

To Stalin John,

You will not make any attempt to bring any military assets anywhere near our nation. You are the reason the Arch Prior escaped. We see your attempt to get forces into your nation and assist the Arch Priors government. You have been warned, any of your aircraft attempting to enter our airspace will be shot down, and any prisoners taken will be executed.

Signed,
Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus

To Stalin John,

You will not make any attempt to bring any military assets anywhere near our nation. You are the reason the Arch Prior escaped. We see your attempt to get forces into your nation and assist the Arch Priors government. You have been warned, any of your aircraft attempting to enter our airspace will be shot down, and any prisoners taken will be executed.

Signed,
Signed,
General Alfredo Bowman
General Simon Branch
Admiral Sigmund Kauffman
The Military Tribunal
The Republic of the Beatus
To The Beatus

Our forces are now standing down. Just so you know. We know in fact The Arch Prior boarded a freighter. We are not sure where it went. Maybe that would help you find him.
(Signed)
Jakob Stalin
(Military Commander)

"Bullshit!" Yelled the pilot of a Gunship.
"What?" Asked his gunner.
"We just got orders to standdown."
"Argh, great!" Replied the Gunner.
"We should just find the Arch Prior and blow him to hell."
"You know with all the politics we will most likely capture him and turn him over to The Beatus as a sign of goodwill." Said an officer once they had landed. Many soldiers were exiting the helicopters and heading back to the armory. This had been the second mlitary standdown in a year.
"Wanna see something awsome?" A sniper said as he aimed his Barret M82. He fired and hit a rabbit dead between the eyes. The rabit's head compleatly disenagrated as the bullet entered it.
"Sweet." Said a new recruit.
"Now if only we could get some action so I could put a bullet through a concrete wall."

Colonel Smith heard the warning from his men, and dived away from the truck, just seconds before the grenade hit. Shrapnel dug into his back as he lay on the ground. Soon, his men were on him, and he could here more trucks pulling up. His troops were returning fire on the enemy troops. One took a shot at the grenadier. More machine gunners were with the new reinforcements, and quickly dashed into buildings, along with sniper teams, to set up strategic positions.

"Shit! Reinforcements!" shouted Owens as he threw himself onto his stomach. Bullets whizzing over his head. The grenadier was not as lucky as he though. A bullet lodged into his shoulder and he cried out, falling down behind the car he was behind. Owens saw it all. He fumbled for his radio and shouted to Grimstone. "This is Owens! We have a man down! Man down!!"

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Grimstone listened as Owens shouted over the radio. But now wasn't the time to think anymore. He had to act. "We move! Now!" Grimstone, followed by his team flowed out of the alley behind the troops. Two stopped and knelt down, firing two stun grenades into the blockade. Grimstone and the others followed up with sprays of gun fire at anyone they saw. Bullets flew in all directions as some turned to face Grimstone's advancing squad and return fire.

Offical Comunique
To:The Beatus

Due to a vote of our top leaders we are now proposing a "Non intervening" treaty. The treaty proposes we do not intervene with the military actions of our nations.

(Signed)
Stalin John

The Black Imperium demands that all Soviet Aissur forces pull out of The Beatus' territory immediately. I would first like to point out it is your fault in the first place that the Arch Prior escaped as he did. I should have your face charges for this but I have no time to waste on such a petty nation such as yours. Second, even if your nation claims to have no control over the actions of its military in it can still be held accountable for their actions as they are enrolled in your military. Those making them the armed forces of their nation and so any violence towards another nation done by these troops is on your head. There's no loophole.

We and the United Dependancies have the situation under control in The Beatus. Your intervention is not necessary and if acted upon will be considered an act of war. Jim Lange will deal with the problem of the insurgents and the Arch Prior's escape once he is out of the nation and resting in a safe location where he can conduct, through the proper channels, these actions.

I will ask kindly for you to stand down and withdraw immediately. I will say no more.

Lord Der'Khaine
Ruler of Darthalia
Lord Inquisitor of the Black Imperium

ooc:I am going to be gone for the rest of this weekend so please role play for me. I'll I need is for my people to land a helicopter outside the city, rescue people stuck in embassy, meet up with black imperium operatives and jim lange, and finally escape the city. You are also free to use anyone else for catching the arch prior such as admiral waters and the prime minister if nessessary. Again if you could role play for me in my absence that would be great.

IC:This is Fleet Admiral Pierce turning over command turning task force 6 and all of its operatives over to the Command of Lord Der'Khaine and The Military Tribunal. best of luck on the mission.

Official Communique





Soviet Aissur has pulled all military troops back to our homeland. We have voted unamiously to stop all plans for The Beatus and The Arch Prior. We have returned command of Marine brigades 1-3 back to Admiral Waters.





Stalin John (leader)
Jeremi Stalin (Air Force Commander)
Jakob Stalin (Ground Commander)
Jay Johnation II (Secretary of Foreign Affairs)

"Shit! Reinforcements!" shouted Owens as he threw himself onto his stomach. Bullets whizzing over his head. The grenadier was not as lucky as he though. A bullet lodged into his shoulder and he cried out, falling down behind the car he was behind. Owens saw it all. He fumbled for his radio and shouted to Grimstone. "This is Owens! We have a man down! Man down!!"

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Grimstone listened as Owens shouted over the radio. But now wasn't the time to think anymore. He had to act. "We move! Now!" Grimstone, followed by his team flowed out of the alley behind the troops. Two stopped and knelt down, firing two stun grenades into the blockade. Grimstone and the others followed up with sprays of gun fire at anyone they saw. Bullets flew in all directions as some turned to face Grimstone's advancing squad and return fire.

Many provincial troops were cut down by the foreign fighters. The machine gun teams took up positions in windows, firing down on the fighters, while the sniper teams were on the rooftops. One of the snipers set his sights on Owens head, then he fired.

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Jim heard a rumbling sound, as the wall behind them was torn apart by a M1A2 MBT, bearing the markings of the Beatusian Army. Dozens of troops poured through the gap after it, opening fire at the Provincial troops. Two soldiers quickly grabbed Jim, and helped he back through the gap in the wall.

Offical Comunique
To:The Beatus

Due to a vote of our top leaders we are now proposing a "Non intervening" treaty. The treaty proposes we do not intervene with the military actions of our nations.

(Signed)
Stalin John

Undisclosed Location of the Military Tribunal Headquarters

"Sir," said the communications technician. "We are receiving another 'Official Communique' from Stalin John."
"Do I look like I care?" asked the General. "Just put it with the other non-essential messages, and we will deal with it when we have the time. Do the same with anymore messages from them, I don't want to be bothered by them while I'm busy worrying about saving our lives."
"Yes sir!" replied the communications technician, putting the printout in a stack of papers 2 feet high.

[OOC: Lulz at that, Beatus.]

Having been frozen in time by some odd time paradox, the agents were unfrozen as they ran off as far as they could without getting caught, and then donned balaclavas and shemaghs [Yes that's a word.] and ran into the countryside, searching high and low for the Beatusian capital, which happened to be merely 99 kilometres away on foot.

Many provincial troops were cut down by the foreign fighters. The machine gun teams took up positions in windows, firing down on the fighters, while the sniper teams were on the rooftops. One of the snipers set his sights on Owens head, then he fired.

Grimstone rolled behind one of their trucks as the machine gun fire began to come down on them from the windows. Three of the squad members were not so lucky. Their body's punctured numerous times by the deadly flow of bullets from the turret. When he began to wonder if they would get out of this alive, a tank burst through a wall, and soldiers bearing the mark of the Beatusian army began to aid his squads against the rebel forces.

As the soldiers took Jim safely out of their custody he made the order to fall back. "Everyone! Fall back! Fall back! We're getting out of here!" He looked back to the town square where Owens and his squad began to move from to the gap in the wall to retreat. But as soon as Owens lifted his head from cover, Grimstone watched in horror as a bullet flew right through his skull. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he collapsed.

Grimstone, overcome with rage, came out of cover and grabbed a grenade from his satchel. He popped the pin and chucked it into an open window of the occupied building. Then, another into another window. And he continued to do this until he had spent all of his grenades. The rest of Squad 3 carefully and quickly retreated with the bodies of their fallen comrades. The same with Squad 1 and 2's dead.

Grimstone was the last one into the gap. The mission was successful, but it failed in other ways.

(Also the UD's troops were with them. I forgot to squeeze them into the post.)

Grimstone rolled behind one of their trucks as the machine gun fire began to come down on them from the windows. Three of the squad members were not so lucky. Their body's punctured numerous times by the deadly flow of bullets from the turret. When he began to wonder if they would get out of this alive, a tank burst through a wall, and soldiers bearing the mark of the Beatusian army began to aid his squads against the rebel forces.

As the soldiers took Jim safely out of their custody he made the order to fall back. "Everyone! Fall back! Fall back! We're getting out of here!" He looked back to the town square where Owens and his squad began to move from to the gap in the wall to retreat. But as soon as Owens lifted his head from cover, Grimstone watched in horror as a bullet flew right through his skull. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he collapsed.

Grimstone, overcome with rage, came out of cover and grabbed a grenade from his satchel. He popped the pin and chucked it into an open window of the occupied building. Then, another into another window. And he continued to do this until he had spent all of his grenades. The rest of Squad 3 carefully and quickly retreated with the bodies of their fallen comrades. The same with Squad 1 and 2's dead.

Grimstone was the last one into the gap. The mission was successful, but it failed in other ways.

(Also the UD's troops were with them. I forgot to squeeze them into the post.)

The Beatusian troops slowly withdrew back though the gap in the wall, firing back at the provincial troops. The tank, also with drew, but not before firing a few rounds at the provincial troops. One the others side of the wall was a convoy of trucks guarded by 8 M1A2 MBTs. Jim, and the Foreign troops were rushed into one of the trucks, as the Beatusian troops returned to they're trucks, and the convoy began to move out of town toward the base.

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The Provincial troops were in disarray, grenades were flying everywhere, tank shells were ripping holes in they're lines. They were being overrun. Colonel Smith was already in an ambulance, and heading to the aide station, when his replacement gave the order for an organized withdrawal, which then turned into a full out retreat, 12 men were trampled by there own troops in the chaos.

The Beatusian troops slowly withdrew back though the gap in the wall, firing back at the provincial troops. The tank, also with drew, but not before firing a few rounds at the provincial troops. One the others side of the wall was a convoy of trucks guarded by 8 M1A2 MBTs. Jim, and the Foreign troops were rushed into one of the trucks, as the Beatusian troops returned to they're trucks, and the convoy began to move out of town toward the base.

Grimstone and his troops were silent the entire ride to the base. Grimstone in particular seemed to be taking the death of Private First Class Owens very badly. Having removed his dog tag himself, he did nothing but stare at it unblinkingly.

Gunny was the first to approach the Lieutenant Colonel. "He knew the risk when he volunteered to command Squad 3, sir. You can't blame yourself for his death. The situation was beyond your control." When Grimstone didn't respond, Gunny sighed heavily and patted his back before going back to his seat on the other end of the truck.

Grimstone and his troops were silent the entire ride to the base. Grimstone in particular seemed to be taking the death of Private First Class Owens very badly. Having removed his dog tag himself, he did nothing but stare at it unblinkingly.

Gunny was the first to approach the Lieutenant Colonel. "He knew the risk when he volunteered to command Squad 3, sir. You can't blame yourself for his death. The situation was beyond your control." When Grimstone didn't respond, Gunny sighed heavily and patted his back before going back to his seat on the other end of the truck.

Jim was also quite on the ride back. He was thinking about what he saw, and what it meant. His nation was fracturing. Ed would have never let this happen. Jim knew this was all his fault. They arrived at the base, and Jim was rushed to a waiting aircraft. He was told he was late for a very important meeting. As soon as he was on board, the plane took of and he was gone. The foreign fighters were given rooms at the base, until they're respective nations could send transport for them. They were also thanked for they're help, and told that later that day they would be honored by the Military Tribunal for they're efforts.

Sgt. Thomas survied the city as the copters flew over to the landing poin. Voodoo 3 this is Voodoo 6 preparing to land. All over the city smoke was billowing up along with a few explosions. The helicopters landed just outside the city the doors opened and Sgt.Thomas and his team ran out into the chaos that awaited them.

[OOC:As the Protests in the Beatus, are long over, and Jim Lange has been rescued. I've started a new thread for the civil war where everything is better explained, and laid out. The link is here CLICK ME! (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=548309)]