NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Ok then, just Telegram me the password, and I will write a post about how Rithian joined the Mokan Union...

also do you have a map?

OOC: Only map I have is the one you made. I do have some pictures I paid for in a photo design shop, so I'll TG you the pass for my imageshack account too.

Nevermind, I thought about it and I want to keep.

OOC: ok then, sounds good, so where should we take this RP?

Sanchez should be back soon, so let's leave the people in the interrogation room. I'm going to drop you a hint right here, the Aziasts will get the throne, but Sanchez won't.

Generalissimo Durkin hoped that the interrogation would get some results, Mokan Military intelligence wasn't as horrible as the MBSA was rumored to be on occasion, but they could get nasty if need be.

Sitting the command room of the hospital with a Mokan Fine Cigarette between his lips he tried to figure out the next move, where would they go? what was left to fight, how do I get the other regions on my side? To many questions, not enough answers...

Back in the room Captian Cinco looked shocked that a Rithic General walked in.

"No thank you sir, but may please speak with you outside?"

"Of course." he said in a slightly soft, airy tone.

Sanchez made it back to the hospital, vile in hand. He ran up to the door and stormed in...

Captain Cinco lead the man out of the room, politely closing the door behind him.

"Forgive me if I sound froward, but I am in the middle of interrogation, and I would like if I was not disturbed, Sir."

Cinco tried to look humble as to not offend the Elite General who just so happened to stumble into the middle of his operation.

Meanwhile the vile was quickly taken and then analyzed, it would still be a few hours before the patient could be hooked up and have his system cleaned. The easy part was finding what was in the mixture, the hard part was finding the right combination of chemicals to counter it, neutralize it, and then hopefully separate them out from the blood.

They prayed he would make it through the night.

"Exactly why I am here, sir. To make sure this piece of scum knows he isn't protected under the law due to the Attempt at Exploitation Act. I just ask to sit in." he said.

Sanchez waited patiently, and stared at his sword. His family inherited the throne after Deoraz's family was born all girls as a geneological outlet. The new Rulership act changed that, and Deoraz now had as much right to the throne as Sanchez had. However, Sanchez was Deoraz's best friend, he would do nothing to intercept, would he? Of course not, Sanchez thought, holding onto the belief that he could trust someone. The moments ticked by, slowly.

"The Attempt to Exploitation Act, well that should be a very hand piece of information, we have been trying to scare him and bluff, but he is not very responsive.

Please come in."


The Captain opened the door and allowed the Commander to walk in ahead of him, and moved in behind him.

As for Sanchez, Generalissimo Durkin walked up to him and sat down besides him, seeing that there was something bothering him. The much older Hispanic man could still manage to look menacing sleeping but knew how to show compassion.

"Sanchez, mi amigo, what happens now?" he asked, both about the future of Rithian and Sanchez's own.

The man sat down and handed the interrogator the Attempt at Exploitation act copied down onto printing paper.


Sanchez stared at the ceiling for a minute, and he finally said "I'm not quite sure." in his quietest tone. "I'm trying to decide if I should be lord, or if I should hand it off to Deoraz, it's his right also. After this, how I allowed Filer to be in such danger, I don't know if I can protect 200 million people, if I can't protect one." he continued.

OOC: on a side note, since i have been in Rithian for a while is it ok to say I have made permanent military installations there? Just an Air Base or two, and some docks?

IC:

Captain Cinco motioned for the Rithic General to do what he felt with the prisoner as he began to look over the laws that no longer applies to their guest.

"I hate to say it amigo," he said chuckling to the man on the hospital bed, "but the Rithic Government has abandoned any protection for you."

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Generalissimo Durkin remembered hearing those words before, years ago....

"Let me tell you a story, years before the Mejico Revolution, Mokastana was in the middle of the Political Wars, bloodiest conflicts ever in our history. Back in 1992, I served under the Mokastana Army of United Corperations, and fought in the Battle of Santa Cruz. Anarchist were trying to burn the city down, Socialist were trying to blow up the factory before my forces could properly defend it. 4.7 million in that city, I had 15 thousand men, and of that only 6 thousand I was sure was getting my orders. I had to decided whether to abandon the city, withdraw across the river, or fight to the death."

Durkin took out a Mokan Fine Cigar and lit it, taking a long drag before blowing it into the air...

"I had to chose between the lives of my men, these civilians, or the factories. Do you know what I did? I pulled back to the factories, got what forces were left and deafened that against the socialist for two weeks until they finally had exhausted recoures and had to pull out. Then I turned around and slaughtered the remaining anarchists. 4.7 million people were in that city, by the end, a mere 1.2 million, of my division of 20 thousand, only 5 thousand were left.

I got promoted, the war ended, MAUC turned fascist, and I joined the revolution, and now I serve the Socialist, but that battle still haunts me to this day, i could of tried to save the city, but my men were to badly scattered, so I did the only thing I could of, defend the most valuable part.

I managed to get the most civilians to safe as I could, but in the end, I still failed.

My dear Sanchez, I say this to prove a point, no matter what, you cannot protect them all. You are only a man, after all. Leadership requires the ability to accept that, and still do what needs to be done to save the most. "

OOC: Sure.

IC:

The man walked up, spoke a rapid string in Nerkan, and pulled back saying, "He'll talk now." and with that, he exited, closing the door behind him.


Meanwhile.

"You're right. I have to learn how to do this. I can't just scrape it off to someone else. A wise man doesn't try to direct the wind, he adjusts his sails." Sanchez replied, clutching his grandfather's sword.


In the Capital.....

Kort Johnston was sitting at his desk, reading. Reading again and again. Edgar had REALLY screwed up the southeast, and now he had to deal with Lakaria Sanchez. Sure, he was qualified for leadership, but he had a very different political agenda. Johnston was a definite Democrat, but Sanchez was an Aziast. He wanted a free, open, extenuated society, while Johnston had an idea of a closed, government dominated, close society. Still, Edgar had ordered Sanchez appointed before his death, and Johnston had to respect that.

Captain Cinco was not sure as to what the man said, but seeing the reaction of the prisoner, he could only assume that it was effective.

"So, spill it amigo, tell me everything you know."



The other side of the hospital....

"And you know I will do everything to help you amigo, you have support, now lets get you in the throne. "

"Fine, I was hired by Guasteo Di' Amarievie, an immigrant from Siesdaros, nice guy. Anyway he payed me 1000 Sieds to get a Nerkan Bloodline sword. The 1000 sieds were pre-payment for another 10,000. But, I realized I could get more by selling, so I auctioned and was going to get 100,000 Nikals - 20,000 Sieds - before you barged in.

"Interesting, now how would we get in contact with this....Guasteo Di' Amarievie? If we can find him alive and capture him, I can assure you that your punishment will be far less severe then what my commanders have allowed me to do."

"He lives in Bern, it's on a mountain in Siesdaros. But he's in another country, so you'd have to get permission from the government.

"How about you just five us his precise location, and we worry about how to get him?"

Captain Cinco motioned for one of the doctors to come over, on a note he wrote something handed it to the Doctor and the doctor left the room.

On the note it asked: "How easily can we get to Bern, Siesdaros to retrieve something?"

On it was the name of the Rithic General who just left....

The doctor came back in.

"2 hours with a nighthawk, tops."

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The man said "Fine, Mt. Krueiban in southern Siesdaros."

"Thank you, we will go check this out, and if you are wrong...well let's just say you shouldn't be."

With that Captain Cinco left the room, motioning the two armed guards outside to secure the prisoner, and to do whatever is needed to keep him there. On his radio he called for Sargent Rivera to meet him on the helipad with his team in five minutes. Then he found the Rithic General...

"Mt. Krueiban in southern Siesdaros. I can trust your people to get us permission to enter their airspace?"


OOC: wait...your not Rithian....

Colony account, sorry, forgot to re-log on.

IC:

"Oh, I believe we can do that." he said, with a slightly evil tone, as always.

"Perfect, I have my men on the rooftops waiting for a chopper, if you want anyone to come with us then I am sure we can pick them up as well. It would be nice to have a joint Mokan-Rithic border operation."

With that Captain Cinco made another call to get Apache's ready for take off..

"I'll probably need to come, as well as General Teres." and with that he made a call into his mic, then waited.

OOC: hello again Rithic-Colony

"Then let's get to the helipad and pick them up."

Ensuring he wasn't stepping on the general's rank, he let the officer lead the way to the helipad, where Sargent Rivera waited with 5 additional Special Forces men. It wasn't until they saw the Rithic commander that they snapped to attention.

"Ready when you are sir."

"Okay, let's get a move on." he said, then told the Mokans that the mountain would be 2 hours dead ahead, as the civil building was aligned with the Siesdarian capital, and the capital was aligned with the mountain.

The Apaches flew overhead as the black hawk went through warm up procedures. So far six Mokan Special Forces, one Military Intel commander, and two High ranking Rithic commanders. They doubted this man would be expecting this kind of morning welcome, and if he was, that's why they brought the Apaches.

2 Hours Later
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The mountain rose silently through the morning, evading the fog at its peak. Most of the mountain was made, during this time of year, out of ice. However, leading down the pathway in a solid glint was a stairway. This led up through the mountain and into the private courthouses of a rich man. Salt lined the sides of the roads, it was heavy and foul smelling, now containing almost a foot of dirt inside from constant transactions rolling to and fro the house. In the morning, the glint from the mountains shown, visible even through tinted windows. Almost immediately, you saw the house. It had a grand courtyard interlined with statues and fountains. In the back was a grand garden, stretching almost ten acres. The garden was empty at this time, being the harsh, Siesdarian winter. Summers here were very short, and most of the garden grew only simple flowers that could absorb the waning sunlight. After growing, the thousands of flowers were processed, and the oil was used to light a very large candle every night. This candle burned for ten hours, standing atop the building gloriously like a beacon. Well, not like a beacon, it was a beacon. This was due to the fact that the mountain could be hard to find on the road, and when you saw a point of light penetrating the fog, you were either very, very scared, or you knew where to go. The building was aligned with the far away religious capital of Sentamobakawon, not the capital, so it took a sharp turn in direction. However, something surprised the Rithic General as he looked out the window. There was an open landing field, just waiting for them, it had been cleaned off. Normally, in the summer, landing fields were open and waiting, however in the winter the only way to get into the virtual fortress was by road. This, this was waiting for them. Somehow, the man knew. Somehow, something wasn't right.

Captain Cinco saw the stress in the General's eyes...

"Something isn't right is it?"

"Change of plans, Blackhawk will stay afloat, drop Rivera and team on the LZ and Apaches will provide air support while we stay back."

With that the two Apaches flew over the fortress of the house, doing a quick check for guards or possible escape routes, with that one Apache returned to provide support for Rivera's team as they repelled down from the Helicopter into the cold snow. If anyone attacked the team no doubt guns would blaze and ensure that the enemy suffered just as much as the Spec ops would.

While this was going on the other Apache continued to circle the house, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, scanning for heat signatures, or any radar signals. Heat for human bodies, radar for possible AA

A man walked out, clad in a robe and gloves. His purple appearance would, to normal beings, seem helpless.

He said, ever so softly, "Why, is it possible I have air visitors in the winter months?".

"Contact!" Rivera yelled into the radio as the team began to recover on the ground from the repelling.

Two of his men raised guns to the man, who seemed a little "distant" upstairs.

"Sir this is a military operation, get down on the ground!"

"Oh, perhaps, you would like to meet my guns?" he said, gesturing to the roof, where there were several snipers already set up.

OOC: To avoid confusion, the snipers set up WHILE he was talking to your men.

The Spec Ops team continued to train guns on the man in front of them. However Rivera told the microphone that snipers were on the roof and soon the Apache flew over them and trained it's 30mm cannon on the rooftops. While the second stayed near the landing zone watching the snipers, but stayed far enough away to hit the rest of the complex if need be.

"Sir, i suggest you surrender nobody wants this to end in bloodshed."

"What exactly do you plan to charge me with? I honestly can't think of a reason to surrender." he said.

"Depends on who you are. Now get on the ground and order your snipers to stand down!"

"Well, really, I should be saying that to you. Look at the ground, what do you see? That white paste you are standing in? My personal recipe. Just as effective as dynamite, but quicker." he said.

Shit

Sargent Rivera stood wondering what to do next. It turned out this guy knew we were coming and prepared for it. Luckily the helicopters were still in the air and able to provide air support.

but that wouldn't help now to well, now would it.

"If you kill us, those choppers kill you."

Rivera's radio was sending all this information to the blackhawk that was in charge of the this operation.

Captain Cinco just listened in getting pissed.

"Damnit we are to far out for reinforcements. is there any help we can get asap?"

Suddenly, a barely visible object appeared on a nearby mountain. A second later, a bullet passed through the man's head. A tag fluttered out of the man's pocket, it read, Dugarde Galle, Head of Security.

Sargent Rivera ducked down but didn't hit the ground at the first shot. Once the man went down the first Apache opened fire on the snipers with its 30mm gun.

"Move Move Move!"

Rivera grabbed the tag and raced towards the house, M4 raised and looking for targets.

"Aztec 1 any heat sigs?"

"Negative"

"Aztec 2?"

"Negative"

Hearing that the Apaches didn't detect any enemy heat they hit the closet wall to the building.

"Aztecs what do you see?"

There was one man in the house. He was in the Grand Corridor, lathered in a special creme. He watched the scene unfold, and quickly grabbed his pistol in case the men managed to storm the building.

The men ran over to the door, but staying far enough away from it to allow them to survive in the event of an attack from the windows or doors.

"Aztec 1, give us an open door!"

With that the Apache swung towards the door and fired a quick round burst into the center of the door, blasting it apart and leaving it completely open. The next second two flash bangs were thrown into the opening and once they exploded the team charged in.

"Hello. Who are you?" said the man as he slowly got up from his recliner, careful to avoid the charred, weak parts of ground where the flash bangs had landed.

"Freeze, get on the ground now!"

This time they were not going to bother with being nice, the troops moved around the room checking for anything that may be dangerous while Rivera and another man moved onto the guy and pushed him down to his knees and began searching him for weapons.

"What is this? Do you plan to charge me with something?" he said, "If you aren't, this could put Rithian in a tough diplomatic position."


OOC: Siesdaros was a real nation, I made it awhile ago, it went inactive though. The population would've been around 5 or 6 billion by now, I made it in Feburary 2006. It's just an RP scapegoat now..

"We are charging you with conspiring to destabilize the government of Rithian. In addition to that we are not from Rithian, now do you have anything in this house that may cause us trouble?"

"Well, only 10 pounds of explosives and a hidden stash of violent cheetahs...." he said, somewhat sarcastic. As he said this a disgrutled general phoned in the information to Sanchez, he said it as fast as he could, looking at a very bad TV screen.

OOC: sorry i am back from what was a long mess

IC:

"Don't be smart with us. Search the house. Tear it apart if he doesn't want to cooperate. "

OOC: Same.

IC: The man looked down at the rubble-filled Victorian carpeting. "What a pity" he said, "that you would tear apart all these precious possessions of mine. Very well, you may search the house, watch out for the cheetahs, they are on the third floor, metal cage about ten feet long and five feet wide."

"If you run into cheetas, put em down."

The unit commander smiled at his men who began to explore the house for any evidence that could help them.

"Command, we have one prisoner, and are examining the house for anything dangerous or interesting, recommend reinforcements to secure the area."