NationStates Jolt Archive


Awaken the Dark Shadows (CIVIL WAR) [OPEN]

Leocardia
19-01-2008, 07:39
A man in his militant uniform, relaxed, watched the Leocardian News Network as the new president is chosen for Leocardia. Beer on the coffee table, and his other militant buddies sitting on individual office chairs. The house they are in is in the ghetto, but just outside are 5 rebel guards. The man flickered on

During the night of Presidential Election Day for the nation of Leocardia, Jason Batista had been elected once again, the fifth time in history. His rapid changes and revolutions in Leocardia has been inspiring and led Leocardia into which it stands. Once a Communist leader, now rapidly influencing Leocardia to allow its peoples to vote, a new Dynastic Republic. The...

The screen flickered off.

"This son of a bitch is always winning. He's not letting us do snat." The man with the remote controller exclaimed at his friends. AK-74s were leaning on the walls. He stood up and went up to one of them. "Like he says we're no Communists, but we still pick him because of that! We still can't do what we want." He removed the cartilerage and looked in for bullets. "He's an asshole. I want him taken down."

His buddies were from another militia in Leocardia. Gangsters in the hood who depend on welfare and spend it on drugs and alcohol. Organized criminals who kidnap women from China and make them used as prostitutes all over Chinatowns in Leocardia. They were in no dangers of being caught by Leocardian authorities, nor are they ever thought of attacking them.

"I guess we can take him off his seat." One of them said. "It looks easy, and if you're willing to pay my price." He slipped him a note and smiled. "Take it to consideration. And if we do fail... We won't fail. We have our connections to other gangs in other countries." He got up on his seat, and so did the other man, and begun to head to the door to leave.

"Good, just give credits to the Rebel Army of Leocardia." He said to the Triad leader.

The Triad leader smirked and turned. "Extra 5 million."

"Fine."

The Triad leader smirked again. "The name's Vincent." He took his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the digits, digits obviously to another country. "Yeah, it's Vince." He spoke in a slangish way. "Yeah... I have some business. What do you think?" He switched his phone to 3-way and dialed another gang and said the same thing.

OOC: New rebel/gang reply from there.
Ravea
19-01-2008, 08:16
An electroniclly distorted voice answered from the other end of the phone line; it was impossible to tell if the person was male, female, or even human at all. It seeemed to flucuate between all three.

"Ah, Vincent. You've need for the Authority again, I assume. Not suprising. I can already guess what you're calling about, and I can tell you that what you want won't come cheap, at all."

The Authority was the stuff of legend in Ravea, not so much a gang than a solidified institution, with roots going back centuries. The Authority did not deal in such simple things as money laundering, prostotution, or gun-running; rather, the organization specialized in assassination and kidnapping. They were so sucessful that even national governments, including that of Ravea, had employed their services.

The voice on the other end of the line was only known as Kaiser. No one knew if Kaiser was a man, a woman, or even if he existed at all. There was virtually no information on the man; no medical records, birth records, military records, nothing. Not even dental. He was known for being ruthless and an expert assassian himself. For decades he had ruled the Authority, without ever emerging from the shadows. Despite his dislike for rival gangs, he didn't mind Vincent; the Leocardian was known for being reliable and effective, two traits Kaiser admired.

OCC:Not sure if this is what you're looking for, but it was the best I could come up with at this hour.
Leocardia
20-01-2008, 02:28
An electroniclly distorted voice answered from the other end of the phone line; it was impossible to tell if the person was male, female, or even human at all. It seeemed to flucuate between all three.

"Ah, Vincent. You've need for the Authority again, I assume. Not suprising. I can already guess what you're calling about, and I can tell you that what you want won't come cheap, at all."

The Authority was the stuff of legend in Ravea, not so much a gang than a solidified institution, with roots going back centuries. The Authority did not deal in such simple things as money laundering, prostotution, or gun-running; rather, the organization specialized in assassination and kidnapping. They were so sucessful that even national governments, including that of Ravea, had employed their services.

The voice on the other end of the line was only known as Kaiser. No one knew if Kaiser was a man, a woman, or even if he existed at all. There was virtually no information on the man; no medical records, birth records, military records, nothing. Not even dental. He was known for being ruthless and an expert assassian himself. For decades he had ruled the Authority, without ever emerging from the shadows. Despite his dislike for rival gangs, he didn't mind Vincent; the Leocardian was known for being reliable and effective, two traits Kaiser admired.

OCC:Not sure if this is what you're looking for, but it was the best I could come up with at this hour.

OOC: Just what I needed.

IC:

Vince was surprised that he could had read his mind. Even though that was what Vince had always turned to when he was hired for things like this. "How did you know? Name the price." The electronic voice muzzled again.

"Wait, is he making an offer more than mine?" The militant asked. "What's the price?"

Vince, now facing the unhappy militant, raised a finger. "Uh-huh." He said to the phone. "Right. I'm hired by another guy, and I was thinking of making this an effort with my gang in it... Yeah." He went to the militant man and told him, "He wants it more than you offered. 45 million more." Vince just thought of the price off his head, thinking he might earn some profits as well.

"Fine." The militant said. "The name's Majid. Tell him it's for the Rebels Army of Leocardia."

Vince smiled.
Leocardia
20-01-2008, 05:39
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