NationStates Jolt Archive

Harvard Square, Keflavík

"The state of our state needs serious attention," Yuri Vanderpoel shouted through a megaphone to the crowd gathering in the square. "Among the weeds choking out growth and good government are the hundreds of boards, commissions, and advisory committees that have sprouted over the years. They devour time, money, and energy far beyond any real contribution they make. Government does not create jobs, it only creates the conditions that make jobs more or less likely. The Kings bureaucracy serves to do nothing but complicate the system, waste money, and ensure that the people are too confused to realize that they are poor, while he lives up in his palace eating caviar, and drinking wine. Now is the time for action." The crowd cheered as Yuri walked off the stage. Then they began chanting "Action Now! Action Now!"

Office of Lieutenant Colonel Klive Spector, Harvard Square, Keflavik

Lieutenant Colonel Klive Spector sat in his office, listening to the demonstration outside his office. Once it was finished, he made his decision. His office was on the top floor of the building, that housed Sector 58, the secret military organization dedicated to the protection of the throne from any perceived threats. Only three people in the nation out side of that building even knew Sector 58 existed. One of them was the repairman who was in every other day repairing the copy machine, another was the water delivery man, and the third was General Lister, who was in charge of military funds distribution. Ltc. Spector stood up, grabbed his hat and left his office. He walked down the narrow hallway of the old building toward the conference room. When he entered the conference room, the others were already waiting for him. When he entered they all rose, and saluted Ltc. Spector. He saluted them back, and they all sat down. "Did any of you hear that demonstration outside?" he asked.
"Well, sir," Major Hooper, the head of the public relations department of Sector 58, "that was just harmless prote..."
"What I heard was not harmless, Sir," said Major Harper, the head of the intelligence department of Sector 58.
"I agree with Major Harper, sorry Major Hopper, but what I heard was not harmless protesting," said Ltc. Spector. "What we need is a course of action, for I feel that very soon these protests will become violent."
"What we need to do is tighten the grip on the population," said Major Klondike, the head of the Operations department of Sector 58.
"No, no, that will only lead to more problems, what we really need to do, is convince the people that they have no problem what so ever," interjected Major Borgnine, the head of the Propaganda Department of Sector 58.
"No, the best option is to assassinate Yuri Vanderpoel, he is the one behind this problem," said Major Harper.
"You are all wrong," continued Major Hooper. "There is no problem to deal with."
"Stop bickering," shouted Ltc. Spector. "Now, Major Hooper, there is clearly a problem, so you might as well give up on that. Now, I want write ups on all these options from all of you, discussing the pros, and cons, you see with each of them, even you Major Hooper... What are you waiting for, get to it!"
The men quickly filed out of the room. Ltc. Spector didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew action must be taken.

Keflavík International Herald

Demonstrations continued to day, as Yuri Vanderpoel continued to spread his message of a broken government, and little hope for the future. He has be speaking out against His Highness, King Simon Harvard, and his expansion of the government. He claims that the current government is so large and bloated with bureaucracy, that is has become impossible to control, and highly corrupt. His Highness the King continues to say that there is no problem, but long lines for food, and gas, and the mismanagement of health care funds leading to a great decline in health care quality are just a few of the problems plaguing our nation. Some are speculating that this does not bode well for the future of Kelnoriem, but we shall see how it plays out.

(Five Hours Later)

Conference Room, Sector 58, Harvard Square, Keflavik

Lieutenant Colonel Klive Spector had just finished looking over the reviews from his officers. They all seemed well written. "These are all good plans," Ltc. Spector said. "However, none of them are complete, any of them would not finish the job completely. You need to learn to work together, each of your plans centers around your department, and uses little to none of the other departments' resources. Then each of you criticizes the others for that same fact. While you've been off plotting to gain more power for you department, I've been considering what needs to be done, and after reading these reports, I know I'm right. We are going to use a combination of these plans, as together as one. Now, Major Klondike get a team together, the best of the best of your troops, no uniforms, and less-lethal munitions, other than that, full kit. Then meet me in the garage in thirty minutes."
"Yes sir," said Major Klondike.
"Well, what are you waiting for, get on it. Now!" Ltc. Spector shouted, as Major Klondike ran from the room. "Now Major Harper, I want surveillance on Mr. Vanderpoel. I want everything, phones, e-mails, everything. If he so much as winks at someone, I want a report about it on my desk, in triplicate. Go. Now."
"Yes, sir," said Major Harper, halfway out the door already.
"Now, Major Hooper, I want you to continue what you have been doing all day, only to the public. Deny that there is any problem with Mr. Vanderpoel." Major Hooper, didn't even say yes sir, as, as soon as Ltc. Spector had finish, he was out the door. "Finally, Major Borgnine, you start telling people how well off they are compared to the rest of the world."
"But sir," Major Borgnine said, "they watch the news reports from the international networks showing them what it's like out there..."
"That problem is about to be taken care of," Ltc. Spector said, cutting him off. "Your the propaganda department, tell them it's lies trying to bring down our glorious nation or something, I really shouldn't be doing your job for you like this," Ltc. Spector continued moving his hand to his pistol in it's holster. Again, Major Borgnine, also took the hint on when to leave, and was in too much of a rush to say yes sir. Now Ltc. Spector sat in the room alone, contemplating what was about to happen.

(OOC: I need someone to volunteer to have they're TV station in my nation "shutdown" by the government.)

[Feel free to use one of ours. If there's anything you want me to do, throw me a telegram.]

[Reuters Agroprom - 10/02/2008]

A minor article in many Foreign Events sections was the situation brewing up in Keflavik, Kelnoriem.

The Northern Truth, a newspaper from the northern section of Agroprom, gave a more detailed reports of goings on in nation. A detailed account of protests and generally changing attitude of the population in Kelnoriem was given, and a man called Yuri Vanderpoel is credited with the push towards freedom.

It seems that this is a situation to be monitored closely.

(Thirty Minutes Later)

Parking Garage, Sector 58, Harvard Square, Keflavik

Ltc. Spector stood by the lead black SUV, wearing all black, when the members of Major Klondike's operations team entered, dress similarly. "Your late, Major," Ltc Spector said.
"Sorry, Sir," the Major said.
"Yes, yes," Ltc. Spector continued, "it's always something. Get your men in the vehicles and lets get moving."
The men silently entered the three black SUV's lined up, and waiting for them. Ltc. Spector got into the driver's seat of the first one, and Major Klondike took his seat next to him. Ltc. Spector pulled the SUV out of the garage. The tinted windows prevented the civilians from seeing the oddly dressed team. Otherwise they might mistake them for bank robbers. "Your men are ready for this, right Major?" he asked.
"Of course sir," Major Klondike replied. "My men have been training for this type of operation since I became they're commander."
"Good, good."

(Five Minutes Later)

McPsychovillian Broadcasting Company, Forth St., Keflavik

The three black SUV's pulled up in front of the building. Ltc. Spector turned on the Lead SUV's flashers, which was the single to move out. Instantly men in black suits, wearing gas masks, began jumping from the SUV's carrying guns. They rushed through the revolving doors of the studio, and tossed grenades releasing CR gas into the lobby. One group was tasked with restraining all civilians in the lobby, while another move on to the transmitter. Once the transmitter was secured the rest of the building was cleared, and a truck was called to transport the "traitors". Around 40 died from the CR gas. Leaving approximately 50 prisoners. The transmitter was shutdown, and dismantled. After the building had been clear, the trucks began taking the prisoners back to Sector 58. Ltc Spector and Major Klondikes team were the last to leave. Just before they did, Ltc Spector, took out a match, lit a cigar, and tossed it into the building, where gasoline had been spread. As they drove away, the building erupted into flames.

Keflavík International Herald
Breaking News

A fire broke out at the McPsychovillian Broadcasting Company in Keflavik today. The fire claimed the entire building, and as of yet, there have been no survivors found. The cause of the fire is as of yet unknown, but the transmitter went down about an hour before the fire started, and there is speculation that the fire was started during an attempt to repair the transmitter. We will continue to monitor this story, and keep you up to date as we get the information.

Global Broadcast of Kelnoriem State TV

"The following persons have be found guilty of the Crime of Espionage and Crimes Against the State. They have been sentenced to death by hanging, and that is what brings us here today," the announcer begins. "We are here live in Harvard Square where the air is crisp and the McPsychovillian spies look worried. They were caught after having burned down they're broadcasting station, in an attempt to create distrust and anger against the Exalted Intellectual Fiefdom of Kelnoriem, and in doing so, killed 40 of they're coworkers. They were also caught having use they're transmitting equipment to intercept classified government communications. We have no reason to beleive that they were in anyway connected to the McPsychovillian government. It looks as if they are ready to begin." The camera pans to 50 gallows that have been set up. The McPsychovillian TV workers are lead up to the gallows, and have the nooses put around they're neck. Seconds later, after everyone has reached they're position, the bottoms are dropped, and the group falls in unison, most dieing quickly, with only a few hanging on. "We no return you to your regularly scheduled program, Jerry's Children's Playhouse."

OOC:

Hey again guys, was wondering if I could RP in this one?

Possibly, if I could RP a character organising an assasination or something? That could spice things up.

OOC:

Hey again guys, was wondering if I could RP in this one?

Possibly, if I could RP a character organising an assasination or something? That could spice things up.

[OOC: Sure, I was hoping to get some kind of reaction from the international community, executing foreign citizens and all.]

[ooc: fun fun times! I have a nice little angle. I'll post it in an hour when I get off of work for the day. I think I will have the president's daughter and a group of teenagers in the country as part of a secondary school (highschool) world learning tour. Exposing teenagers to different cultures and people in an attempt to help the next generation of leaders have a better grasp and understanding of others.)

[ooc: fun fun times! I have a nice little angle. I'll post it in an hour when I get off of work for the day. I think I will have the president's daughter and a group of teenagers in the country as part of a secondary school (highschool) world learning tour. Exposing teenagers to different cultures and people in an attempt to help the next generation of leaders have a better grasp and understanding of others.)

[OOC: sounds good]

Somewhere in Keflavik

The mans hair was just beginning to grey, but you wouldn't be able to tell his age from the rest of his body. The floor rhythmically creaked after each push up, and the sweat glistened on his back. It was clear he made an effort to stay fit and strong, even if his hair and youthful good looks were well past their best. His face could be that of any many - slight stubble, average length hair, blue eyes, the building blocks of any businessman;

And a businessman he was, to an extent. From the age of twenty one, he had worked in the office of a small computer company in Kelnoriem, and had been in middle management most of his life. Never really noticed for good or bad things, he was known by few people out of work. He always seemed to like it this way. Two years earlier, however, he had left his job for no apparent reason and traveled the country for a year, before getting a part time job as a restaurant waiter. He lived on his own, in a flat, deep in the heart of Keflavik.

The laptop sitting in the corner of the room came to life with the tell-tale "bleep bleep bleeeeep" tone of an incoming email. He got up and wiped himself down with a towel as he navigated his inbox. He read quickly, opened various attachments, downloaded the message to his phone and went for a shower. As he emerged, dressed in jeans, shirt and trenchcoat, he made another check of the message on the phone. He then nodded once, picked up a small briefcase, and left the flat.

Two Hours Later

Our mystery man pulls up outside a fairly shabby block of flats some two hours later, almost typical of the kind of lifestyle people were living under King Harvard. He parked the car - a typical import that was almost invisible on the city streets - on the side of the road, and got out. He fetched the briefcase from the back seat and carried it with him into the foyer of the flats.

A heavy set man with a slavic complexion stepped out to block his entry. A trained eye would notice the man was unarmed, apart from perhaps a small knife concealed somewhere.

"Good evening sir, and what do you want?" imposed the heavy, with a fairly thick accent.
"I need to speak to Strelok."
"And what business do you have with the big man?"
"I am in the market for a big gun, my friend." said the man, in Russian.
"Ah, in this case, Nikolai had better show you upstairs," also in Russian, as a young man with slicked back hair emerged from a nearby room.

The pair made their way up 3 sets of stairs, stepping out into a dingy corridor and along to a heavy steel door. 'Nikolai' knocked three times, and the door opened slightly to another large man, this time with a beard. He the swung it all the way open and beckoned the pair inside. A bald man sat watching TV in an armchair, who rose when the man walked in.

"Hahaha, if it isn't my old friend! Come in, come in, what can I do for you?"
"I'm afraid I must skip the formalities. I require the Nemesis, a USP and...ohhh....an HK UMP. They'll pay well, you know."

OOC:

Is there any chance you can arrange for the King to go outside, somewhere, sometime soon, and RP it?

Also, what's your nations service rifle? And finally, Keflavik is SUCH a cool city name =D

OOC:

Is there any chance you can arrange for the King to go outside, somewhere, sometime soon, and RP it?

Also, what's your nations service rifle? And finally, Keflavik is SUCH a cool city name =D

[OOC: Yes, I will get him outside, addressing the nation, or something. Service Rifles, M14, and yes it is a great name.

OOC:

Ok, I'll continue tommorow.