NationStates Jolt Archive

Johnson Donaldson Power Station, a Division of Höfn Electric
6:48 PM, 4/18/08

Jordan Stevens sat alone in the control room, watching his control panel, with a cup of coffee in his hand, as he did every night. He noted that power usage was rather high, but is was a cold night, and he didn't think much of it. Moments later, a light began flashing on his control panel. A transformer had blown, but the system was already re-routing power around the failed transformer. Seconds later, another transformer blew, from the strain from the high energy demand, and the overflow from the other blown transformer. Again the system re-routed the flow of power around the problem area. Seconds later, other parts of the gird was failing. Before Jordan had time to react, half of his board, with lights indicating normal operation of the power grid, was dark, and failures were cascading across the board. Finally, the system realized that the station was generating to much power, and it would soon damage the generators, and therefore shutdown the generators, forcing any the neighboring power stations to pick up the slack, therein pushing the transmission lines from those stations to the limits, causing them to fail, and the power failure spread. By the time Jordan had reached the phone to call his superiors, 1/4 of the nation's power grid had failed.

Edwardo Listless Power Station, City of the Blessed,
6:51 PM 4/18/08

Harvey was Jordan's counterpart at the Edwardo Listless Power Station, just outside the City of the Blessed. Two minutes after the failure started in Höfn, it had reached him. He overrode the system failsafes, attempting to keep the station, going, but all he succeeded in doing was keep the power going for a few minutes more, before the grid broke under the strain. Also as he had disable the computer failsafes, the system never shut the generators down, causing extensive damages to them. In all, 80% of the Beatus was rendered powerless.

(OOC: any of you with embassies in the Beatus, they just lost power, anyone with tourists visiting the Beatus, they're hotels just lost power. There will soon be rioting, looting, and they may attempt to raid and loot your embassies too. If you wish to send a message to the government, the lines of communication are still open, thanks to emergency generators. You may also RP your reporters, news people, etc. covering the looting, rioting, etc. Just have fun with it!)

Ambassador Robert Chapman of the Holy Empire of Anselmus looked up from the memo he was reading as the room went dark. Almost instantaneously, a trooper of the 2nd Dragoons, part of the embassy guard, burst in the office door without knocking. His H&K pistol drawn, the man stared around the room, making out the ambassador in the light from Chapman's laptop.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Chapman nodded and replied, "Yes, quite fine, Corporal. Is there a problem?"

"We seemed to have lost power, sir. I don't know what's wrong yet."

The soldier's radio then crackled to life. "Goalkeeper, Control, over."

"This is Goalkeeper," the corporal replied. "Go ahead."

"The main power grid has been shut down. The entire country is without power. We should have the generator up shortly. Until then, we're stepping up to full readiness. You'll be joined soon by another handful of soldiers. Keep the ambassador away from the windows and night vision on. Oh, and one of the boys coming to reinforce you will have your rifle. Over."

"Roger that, sir. Eyes open."

8:15 PM

Ollie Kolev, the HOB ambassador to Beatus, at in his living room enjoying a post dinner beverage and reading 'A Boothian Guide to Field and Stream,' as the embassy's generator hummed dully.

How rustic, He thought as he finished the chapter on hunting dog training. Putting down his book, he looked up at the ancient shotgun that was mounted above his fire place, and longed to be back in his homeland.

Patting his faithful deer hound, 'Lieutenant,' on the head, he reached for his pipe, packed it with an Eric Nording blend and puffed away. Little by little Kolev's shoulders slumped, until he finally drifted off in his arm chair.

Elaine White was having an uneventful night, just like every other she had while fulfilling her duty as ambassador to the Beatus. Her job, so far had been an easy one. In fact, she was reading by the fire, feet on a stool, much like she did every other night.

She had actually began to nod asleep when suddenly, she noticed through the large glass window of the room, that all of the street lights, and the lights of all of the other buildings had gone out. She rose, walking to a nearby light switch and tried turning it on.

Nothing

She wasn't sure what had happened, but it appeared the city was experiencing a power outage.

THUD!!!

Elaine jumped and nearly tripped over the stool into the fire. The door to her room had abruptly been thrown open and standing in the frame was a large man, clad in an Orbathian military uniform, clutching his Yanitarian made AY-143 assault rifle, flashlight turned on.

''Ma'am, its Warrant Officer Matthews, I've checked in with our embassy security officer, he says he spoke with the government, power is out over at least 50% of Beatus.''

''Jesus Christ you scared me half to death. The power's out, so what?''

''We have concerns about what may happen should this last long term, we are rounding up embassy staff and taking them to a safe room for easier protection.''

''I don't think that is necessary, it'll probably come back on in a few minutes.''

''Ma'am, its not looking likely, I need you to come with me, now.''

Elaine complied. Technically, he was in command of her, not the other way around. Besides, if shit hit the fan, she knew Matthews was a good guy to have around.

She grabbed her laptop and followed Mathews to the ''safe room.''

She stepped into to a room, bathed in light by the emergency generators. Sitting inside were all of the staff members of the embassy. It wasn't really a ''safe room'' , just an office in the middle of the building.

She opened her laptop and began typing a message to the government.

To - Beatus Government
From - Elaine White (Ambassador)
I have been informed that a large portion of Beatus has lost power. I need to know why and whether this poses a security risk to me or my embassy. If assistance is required, contact the Orbathian government head office.

8:20PM Embassador Ian Jobson, of the URPY, telephoned his counterpart in the Boothbian Embassy with his personal cell phone.

The Yanitarian IGF soldiers had taken out their rifles, and positioned themselves at strategic points. One of them defended the court yard in an SLT-31A Chevalier. On the roof, two of them stood on opposite corners, touting their AY-143s. Inside, two marines patrolled the halls. The embassy staff had been issued their PY-57 pistols.

Ian had been lucky enough to own an old rifle, and RY-2 bolt action, which he often used while hunting. It leaned against his desk as the cell phone rang.

OOC: Boothby, I assume your ambassador owns a cell phone, and that the ambassadors would have each other's personal numbers.

OOC no power no cell coverage

Kolev started as his phone went off, waking him from his dozing. A glance at the display told him it was his friend Jobson from the URPY.

Clearing his throat, "Hello Jobson, how are you all holding up over there?"

[ooc: Yaniteria, I assume our ambassadors are old drinking buddies, seeing as how we both have such bad ass nations.]

OOC really people you have no power which mean the Cell towers don't work

[ooc: Actually cell phone providers have backup power for their networks so that sort of thing doesn't happen (obviously this only last so long), most cell phone outages during disasters are due to increased cell phone use. I would give it a day or more till cell phone towers start to loose power.]

The Stoklomolvi ambassador to The Beatus, Anton Aleksandrov, was sitting in his large "comfy chair" next to a "roaring fire" looking through a photo album when suddenly every light in the building turned off and turned back on.

"Hmph. Nobody expects that kind of Spanish Inquisition."

Suddenly, three red-robed inquisitors burst into the room.

"NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION! Our weapons are surprise. Surprise, determination, and pretty red unifo- never mind. Come again."

They left the room. The ambassador shook his head.

"Nobody expects that kind of Spanish Inquisition."

Three red-uniformed military men stepped into the room.

"Sir. We have reports that power has gone out in the entirety of the Beatus."

"Really?"

"Correct. Our embassy is powered by the fusion generator located within the embassy itself. We have enough hydrogen to last us the next five years."

"Great! Now leave me to my photograph album."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

The military men left the room. The ambassador continued looking through military photographs of the Beatus, completely black as a result of the lack of electricity.

"Begun, the loot war has."

[ooc: Actually cell phone providers have backup power for their networks so that sort of thing doesn't happen (obviously this only last so long), most cell phone outages during disasters are due to increased cell phone use. I would give it a day or more till cell phone towers start to loose power.]
OOC i just lead something new from you as i not find that fact on the net yet,an only knew they need power to relay the signal

[OOC: I'm sure embassies would have satellite phones as well.]

James Fiske, Vice-President of Venner Incorporated, Beatus Branch, was tired. After a long day of work and with the monthly meeting of the National Branch Directors less than a week away, all he wanted was to get some sleep. His counterpart working for Kane, VP Steven French, had clocked out about an hour ago.

Thankfully when Gesford had commissioned his corporation and TKC to operate as representatives for Gesford's interests abroad, they had not scrimped on costs. The Joint Commerce Compounds (JCCs) for all of Venner's and Kane's operations that had sprung up in the financial centers of the world were fully self-sufficient: Each one provided all of the living space needed for employees and their families, a backup Static generator for power needs, a satellite uplink straight to any similar compound, a well-trained and equipped security force, and all the political and diplomatic status of any nation's embassy. The only difference being that JCCs, being mostly financially concerned, were generally placed in financial centers of cities, rather than political centers. After all, where better to conduct business?

Packing his briefcase, Fiske looked out the windows at the sparkling skyline and took a deep breath. I love this job.

The city was plunged into darkness.

Fiske, now unable to see, groped around in the darkness for a light. The Static generator in the foundation of the compound kicked in, flooding the room with light and leaving Fiske rubbing his eyes foolishly. He pushed a button on his desk, and the stern face of John Tavish, Chief Security Officer of the compound.

"John, what s going on?"

"Sir, the city seems to have lost power. No breaches in perimeter security have been registered, so I have no reason to believe we are under any threat. However, I have taken the precaution to station sections 1 through 5 at the critical points."

"Good. Try to raise the government and find out what's going on. Update me if you learn anything."

Fiske pushed another button. Tavish vanished and was replaced by Neil Dunlop, Chief Maintenance Officer of the compound.

"Neil, how is the generator holding up?"

"We're holding at 53% capacity sir, if you need more we can spin it up to full."

"Negative for now. If we need more, it will be to sell to the Beatus, I'll keep you posted."

"Roger."

Fiske closed the channel and sat down. Now we wait.

Kolev started as his phone went off, waking him from his dozing. A glance at the display told him it was his friend Jobson from the URPY.

Clearing his throat, "Hello Jobson, how are you all holding up over there?"

[ooc: Yaniteria, I assume our ambassadors are old drinking buddies, seeing as how we both have such bad ass nations.]

[OOC: I would have written something similar, but I didn't want to assume. Yes, we should also assume that they hunt together?]

"Holdin' up alright. I don't suppose the light have gone off over there? Could be dangerous. We ought to pool our defenses.

"Our embassy over here has metal gates over the windows, and our entrances have metal games like at the mall. You've seen them before, right? Well, I figure we could all pull back to your embassy, and hold down the fort there.

"Besides, if these rioters take anything, I am sure the insurance companies will just end up suing them for damages. Whadd'ya say? I have a bottle of Vin Épicé Oriental that needs drinking."

"Finnaly, almost done with my long history of The Beatus! I will save it right about,"

Then, all the power went out and his computer shut down.

"Noooo!!!" Yelled the Aissurian Ambassador. Two Guards rushed in imediatly.

"What's wrong?" Asked one of the Guards.

"My long ass history of The Beatus was compleatly erased with this blasted black out!" Said the Ambassador as he banged his head on the desk.

Just then, the Emergency Generator kicked in.

"Close the Gate!" Shouted a Guard.

"Roger." Said another as he hit a button. The Gate then closed.

"I want Guards on patrol all the time." Said the Ambassador.

"Some Rioters will probably come to steal my lucky charms. Which just happen to be worth a total of 1 million dollars. I love Diamonds." He said as he twisted his diamond Luck Charms dangling from his necklace.

Kolev considered Jobson's offer...Épicé Oriental...What was a little power outage?

"Rioters? Do you think it is really all that bad? My chief of security never said anything about that... but anyways, I will be over within the half hour..."

When the conversation was over Kolev searched for his car keys, his driver had gone home earlier. Finding them he proceeded to gather the rest of his supplies: a S&W-22, Coach Rifle, and bottle of Moysons.

The ambassador proceeded to load his 7-series and peeled out of the HOB compound.

[OOC: I will pause before posting my ambassadors arrival to give time for Beatus to rp any 'rioters', etc. that might be roaming about. Otherwise Yanis you can just rp his arrival.]

City of the Blessed, Metro Police Precinct 16, the Embassy District
8:30 PM

All officers had been called into work. The Precinct Captain stood in the garage, giving a speech to the forces, before they went out on the street to do they're job. "Now, we do not have radios for all of you, but with your uniform, you were given a whistle, and in training, you were taught how to use it to communicate, so I suggest you go find it. Your job will be to enforce the law, and ensure the safety of all those who reside in this Precinct. Now, I know I don't need to remind you that a bulk of the foreign embassies are in this precinct, and those will be one of our primary targets, as will the shelter that is being set up down on 3rd. I want you all out they're on patrol with all of your lights on, and remember we are here to help people who are attempting to get to the shelters get there, and ensure that people and property are protected. Those of you who normally work desk duty will be assigned an intersection, and gas lanterns to illuminate that intersection. You will need to think back to your training, when you learned to direct traffic, as you will be the ones doing the most, ensuring that those attempting to find a warm, well lit place, can get there, with out incident. Now, make sure that you all have your weapons loaded, and that the safeties are off, because once you go out into that darkness out there, things can get bad, and they can get bad fast. Now, move out," the Precinct Captain said, finishing off his speech. Within seconds, squad cars, and suvs were streaming out of the garage lights flashing, followed by those one Segways, also with they're lights flashing, and finally the foot patrols.

Meanwhile...
Eddy's Pub

The regulars sat around, drinking by candlelight, when one of them said, "Hey, you know what I just realized, if the powers out, all them stores out there, they ain't got no alarm systems, we should so totally go looting!" The rest of the crowd started cheering, and the bartender started passing out bottles of booze, as the regulars streamed out of the bar, forming a mob. They're first stop was William's Firearms Emporium, next door to Eddy's Pub, but they where met at the door by William, holding a FN P-90 SMG. The mob decided that they couldn't go looting without guns, so they pooled they're money, and they purchased as many as they could. Now they were ready, they had the guns, they had the booze, and they were heading for the Embassy district.

Outside the Boothby Embassy Compound

Moments after the Boothby Ambassadors Limo sped out of the embassy, it was spotted by Officer Joe Corrie. He maneuvered his segway into the street in front of the limo, his blue light flashing in the night darkness. The then focused his spotlight on the limo, and waited for it to slow down. "Diplomatic plates, or no diplomatic plates," he thought, "that guy's going way to fast, and when they cross the line into endangering the public, it's our job to stop them." He sat there, in the middle of the street, as the limo approached.

A telex was flashed to all embassies within the Beatus, over the secure line that had been installed in all embassy buildings, which drew it's power from it's own generators, so it would continue to function in exactly this type of situation, it read as follows,

To all Embassies within the Beatus,

This is an automated emergency broadcast via the Beatusian Emergency Telex Network. Do not attempt to reply to this message. There is no reason to fear. The situation is most likely going to be resolved soon. There is no need to panic. Do not panic. There is little to no chance that you or your staff are in danger. Please listen to all Beatusian authorities, to ensure the safety of both you, them, and the rest of the population. If you are receiving this message it does mean that there has been a serious event effecting much of the nation, and there is no one currently available to send you an actual message on the situation. In the event that you have, or are going to send a message to the Beatusian government on the current situation, we are sure that you will get a response as soon as is humanly possible. Thank you, and bare with us in these difficult times.

The ambassador was startled by the message. He called for security. Three red-uniformed cardinals- erm, security guards, appeared.

"NOBODY EXPECTS THE-"

"Shush! Move the fusion generator inside, and jam the gate leading into the embassy."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."

The guards walked out, red robes floating about.

"Get that thing out of my face!"

The guards tumbled about in the hallway before disappearing from view. The ambassador shook his head and looked out the second-storey window. Below, there appeared to be a large crowd gathering from what he could see from the light of his embassy shining below. His eyes widened as he saw the silhouettes of firearms in the distance. Instantly, his hand darted for the emergency lockdown button, and the instant he pressed it a massive, solid, 20mm steel gate closed in front of all the windows on the second floor. On the first floor, 30mm gates shut in front of the windows. The guards outside quickly moved all of the electrical equipment into the shed, and locked the building down before moving to the embassy gate and electrically locking and jamming it. They ran back inside and locked that door as well. The only window open was that of the second floor overlooking the courtyard, and the window was 50 cm wide.

Kolev shielded his eyes from the lights from the Beatusian segway. He brought the 7-series to a crawl and finally to a stop at the curb, threw it in park, and killed the engine.

In his review mirror he could see the gates of the HOB embassy, 'Fuck, me' he thought, 'that bastard was just waiting out here for me...oh well just doing his job...'

Pte William Bud stood, ever vigilant inside the guard tower which was actually part of the embassy compound wall. It rose roughly nine feet higher and required a person to climb a ladder from the compound wall.

Bud was in charge of several things. In an emergency at night, he would man a spotlight. Seeing as the power was out, he couldn't really do that. He was also one of many in charge of ensuring that the embassy walls were not breached. His trusty AY-143 rifle helped him do that job.

With the recent situation, the embassy had been brought to high alert. The compound was on full lock down. All guards had been brought to active status (in other words, woken).

He surveyed a long street which his tower overlooked. In the distance he could hear many voices, screaming, chanting and yelling. Every now and then he could hear the smashing of glass, likely an empty booze bottle. He couldn't see much, so he was relying on his other senses.

OOC:I would like the chance to play as a small group of looters.

Fiske listened to the automated message calmly. When it finished he spoke to Steven French, VP of TKC, Beatus Branch.

"What's the word from downstairs?"

French scratched his head bemusedly. "Generator's still running well, and security reports sighting mobs in the region of the embassy district. Armed mobs."

Fiske didn't like the sound of that. "Looters. The worst." He pushed a button on the desk, and Tavish reappeared on the screen, now dressed in fatigues and ballistic armor.

"Jack, I want you to repel any and all violent incursions into the compound with as much force as you deem fit. All this belongs to either Venner Incorporated or The Kane Corporation and we'll not have it damaged or appropriated. "

"Roger." Tavish vanished as Fiske closed the channel.

Meanwhile, French had crossed the room and entered his own office, identical to Fiske's save for the large corporate logo on the wall. He pushed some buttons on the desk, and the jolly, round face of Jerry Dufresne, the Chief Communications Officer, appeared on the screen in front of him.

"Jerry, see if you can find a way to get in touch with anyone in the Beatus government. We may be able to sell them some power."

"Sure thing boss!" Dufresne's face disappeared as Fiske walked into the room. He grunted with disapproval. "Bloody looters."

"They won't get in here, Jim."

"I know, its just the whole reckless mob mentality. What's to say we couldn't behave in that manner, given the right circumstances?"

"We could. But we choose not to, because we value the sanctity of our own minds."

"Thanks, but spare me the speech."

"Suit yourself."

OOC:I would like the chance to play as a small group of looters.

ditto, but I'm a local gang

Luigi Carantelli and his students were in the Hotel at the Capital City. Carantelli was a professor at the Universitas Nacional di San Castello, a small micronation near the Beatus. He was a historian, and they were touring the Beatus and it's grand history. The power suddenly went off.

"Sir, what has happened?"

"Oh, just a small power outage, Constantino, This happens every year or so"

"I see, and why does this not happen in San Castello?"

"Because i - "

The Professor was cut short as the windows broke in the dark lobby. About 6 men ran in, and yelled something in the Beatus' language as he shot his gun in the air.

"My god", the professor said. "Run."

OOC: can I RP a squad of 10 spec ops marines doing joint training in Beatus?

OOC:I would like the chance to play as a small group of looters.

(OOC: sure, a group of tourists from your nation could decide to go out looting or something.)

ditto, but I'm a local gang

(OOC: sure, but they are from your nation, or of your nations ethnic decent.)

Street Outside the HOB Embassy

Officer Joe Corrie got off his Segway, and walked over to the limo, his flashlight in his hand. When he got to the car, he motioned to the driver to roll down his window. When he did, Joe said, "You pulled out of that gate awful fast, sir. Due to the current situation, we really can't have people speeding around like that, someone's going to get hurt, and we don't want that, now do we?"

Outside the Orbath Embassy

As the mob approched the embassy, they lit torches. They were now over 100 strong, most armed with rifles, or shot guns, but others had axes, machetes, and bayonets. When they neared the embassy, they began throwing objects at the guards on the walls. In the beginning it was rocks, crumpled up pieces of paper, tomatoes, but soon it devolved into bottles, and bricks. Finally, the violence bubbled over as someone threw a Molotov Cocktail over the wall, into the Orbath Embassy compound. With in seconds other began fallowing suit.

Bud ducked, using the half wall and the sandbags of the tower to shield himself from the variety of objects thrown. The embassy only had a staff of eight and he knew they were no match for the group of at least one hundred outside the compound.

Without warning, a flaming bottle wizzed over the wall, smashing onto the driveway and sending flames dancing along the pavement, onto a nearby tree.

He got on his radio and radioed his commander, who was sitting in the embassy's security center.

''Sir, we have roughly one hundred outside the walls, armed with firearms, melee weapons and explosives. Requesting permission to use hostile force.''

The commander was locked deep in thought, yet he made sure to reply quickly.

''Negative, if you fire, that will probably set them off. I've got someone bringing out shields and tear gas. We are sending a message to nearby embassies, then pulling out.''

He turned to a satellite phone and a chart on the wall. He began dialing the numbers of all NU nations' embassies in Beatus. He wasn't sure if they had helicopters for evacuation, but he had some room if they needed it.

Meanwhile, the remaining guard within the embassy guided the staff through the dark corridors and up a flight of stairs. They were heading to the landing before the door which lead to the roof, and a fully fueled, ready to go, Doomani made Bellicus helicopter.

Kolev had considered phoning his chief of security as he was pulled over, the dark streets were unnerving, but instead sat waiting for the officer. As he tapped on the window, it was lowered, and squinting through the glare of the flashlight Kolev listened to the cop.

"Yes sir, my apologies. Any news on when the lights will be coming back on?"

He wondered if he should mention who he was, but didn't. The officer had obviously seen him leave the embassy and he was driving an HOB government car. He hoped there wouldn't be a hassle, diplomatic status or not.

Street Outside the HOB Embassy

"No, I don't," Officer Corrie said. "Where are you going?" he asked. "We would request that everyone keep travel to a minimum, as the road need to be kept clear for emergency vehicles, and those attempting to reach the emergency centers."

Kolev hesitated momentarily, "The Yanitarian embassy, officer. Ambassador Jobson called up and told me they thought I should head over there... apparently they think there might be some security problems. We thought we would hold up together...if thats not a problem."

Dwi Wijaya rushed into the hotel room, along with the rest of his gang, guns blazing. He planned to steal anything and everything at this grand oppertunity. A truck was parked on the street, and guards were placed, so no one could come in while the gang was. There were about 30 gangsters in all, most of them of Indonesian Decent. They wore red and white headbands around their heads, and most of them were armed with AK-47's. A few had shotguns or even an AY-142.

"All of you, stop!", Wijaya said with a heavy-Indonesian accent, "Just give us every single damn thing with value, and we will go away." He turned his head to the Professor, "And no calls to the police, eh?"

Dwi shot his pistol and screams from the College group came. Professor Carantelli fell in a pool of blood, unmoving. "Was the call made? It was? No, Damn it! The police are coming. We better hurry." Wijaya paused, as did the rest of the gang." What the hell you waitin' for? Get moving!"

*The three members of the Silver Lasher Gang snuck out from in the sewers. They were now in thier element, anarchy. Smiling each one pulled on a gas mask. Pulling their Springfield eXtreme Duty / XD pistol, caliber 9mms out from under their dusters they randomly fired into the shops.*

Street Outside the HOB Embassy

"Well, then I'll escort you over there," the Officer said. "Just stay behind me," he said, "okay?"

*seeing a mother and her child try to run by the largest gang member reached out grabbing the child.*"Ello luv, you will be a right nice hostage case the coppers come**as the mother cried she to was grabbed*

HOTEL

A few students ran towards Professor Carantelli, and checked if he was alive. "You killed him!" yelled one.

"Quiet, Isabella. You don't want to get killed, do you?" Constantino said. He then turned his attention to the gang leader, Dwi Wijaya. "Umm...sir, take what you want, just don't kill us, please. In fact, we will pay you if you get us to safety. How about it? We won't tell the police about you, I promise."

French had had no luck raising the government. He looked gravely at his colleague.

"Jim, if we can't make contact with the government, then there is absolutely no way we can put CSFs(Compound Security Forces) on the streets. Its outside our jurisdiction."

Fiske looked livid.

"Dammit, those people are laying their filthy looter hands on the livelihoods of decent, hardworking men."

"James, you know the rules. We have no authority out there. The citizens of Gesford have not contracted us to maintain order in Beatus."

Fiske sat down.

"Then let's hope the Beatus government can."

Kolev nodded to the officer, "Alright I will stick behind you."

He was just glad the officer had not asked him to open the trunk, what with the guns and liquor.. it might have looked a bit odd. Non-the-less, he was a diplomat and so such hassling was rare.

Kolev rolled back up his window and began to follow the Beatusian.

"Captain," started a voice as he entered the bridge of the frigate. "We've picked up reports of attacks on the docks nearby sir,"

The captain looked out to the darken city they were passing by. He nodded his head to his lieutenant as he turned to the bridge crew.

"Hmmm...," started the captain. "The city has lost power and maybe the nation itself. We don't have anything to do with this country but i feel we need to do something,"

The captain watched from his window of the bridge wondering what to do. He watched the city as a few fires started to appear.

"Lieutenant," shouted the captain. "Order the ships to form protection formation around the transport ship."

The lieutenant nodded his head as the captain got to the phone to the transport ship.

"This is Captain Thomas to the Darken, I want the 15th Lynion Hunter Battalion ready to move to shore. Your orders are to secure a landing zone then move into the city and find anyone in need of help. Arm each Lynion with the new L-36 with the night vision goggles. No-one is to have a light on but one attach to their rifles," started the captain. "Shot to kill is the order if threaten. For any reason, do not kill ambassador's from other nations. Secure the ambassador's and if they require it, return them to our ships,"

The lieutenant was trying to wire a telegram to the nation identifing them as Lynion Hunters. The captain gave him the order to forget it because the telegram system would depend on power.

The captian turned to the boats being lunached from the transport ship as more fires appeared in the city.

'200 Lynion Hunters against a crazy city of looters. What are they coming too?' he thought to himself.

HOTEL

A few students ran towards Professor Carantelli, and checked if he was alive. "You killed him!" yelled one.

"Quiet, Isabella. You don't want to get killed, do you?" Constantino said. He then turned his attention to the gang leader, Dwi Wijaya. "Umm...sir, take what you want, just don't kill us, please. In fact, we will pay you if you get us to safety. How about it? We won't tell the police about you, I promise."

Wijaya thought for a moment, and started to reply. However, he was stopped by one of his fellow gang members. "Let's do it. It looks like these Castellians got alot of money. That place's loaded, after all." Wijaya shook his head in disagreement. "If we bring them to a police station, the cops will see us. I'm not taking the risk."

"We will be rich, man! Just think about it."

"Ok, ok, you win. You, kid, I accept. Help me get the loot in the truck, and we will escort you to the San Castellan embassy."

They took the pictures from the walls, the golden lamps from the tables, and the tables themselves. Filling their large bags with riches, they procedded to the truck outside, when Wijaya noticed a rival gang kidnapping a mother and her child.

"The hell you doin'? You don't hurt women or children, that's just messed up you bastard!" Wijaya then raised his AK...


OOC: That rival gang's you, Silver Wolf

Captain Max lead the Hunter's onto the beach quietly as the boats started to return to the transport ship. He made a few hand signals to his platoon as they cleared the beachhead.

"Leave at least fifty men at the beachhead so we have a secured escape route with worse comes to worse," started Max with other platoon leaders. "Rest of you, stick in platoon's number's of two platoon's. Don't be seperated from your platoon at any time. If you do get seperated, return back to the beachhead,"

Max took with him his best friend, Lieutenant Jaxson who were following his platoon. The squad moved into the city with little looters in their way. The squad had never being in the city before and had to depend upon the fires, flares and smoke to guide them through the city.

He looked around hoping to find an embassy for comfort. Jaxson pointed towards what seem to be a embassy building of some kind. Jaxson could tell there were looters nearby and this called for action. Max gave three fingers signal followed by five fingers signal. Max suddenly vanished into darkness as the squad followed his lead.

The squad took up position nearby ruined cars and aimed their rifles at the looters while under their new cloaking device. The device could cloak a man for half an hour before requiring to cool down for another half an hour.

On the Frigate

The captain watched from the bridge before finally deciding to send out a message to any embassy with a radio or satalite phone working. Even though it felt no-one would answer his call.

"This is Captain Lance of the Lynion Frigate, Lander. If you can hear us, please respond as we have teams on the ground that can answer anyone's call to evacuate from the city. The teams will return you to a beach where boats will be waiting to take you to the anchored Lynion Frigate and Destoryers in the harbour," said Lance into the radio.

He waited and wondered if anyone could answer him.

Two of the guards ran into the embassy courtyard and jumped into an armoured car. They started it up, and turned on the high beams and exited through a steel side gate. In the distance, flames appeared to be licking the sky from the Orbathian embassy, and the guards rushed over to the embassy.

"Sir, there seems to be fire coming from the Orbathian embassy." Said a Guard as he entered the room.

"Hmm. Any looters near our Embassy?" Asked the Captain.

"I'll check." Replied the other as he left the room.

The marines on the roof saw the Orbathian embassy as the molotov exploded on it's side. They radioed inside, and with in moments one of them jumped into the Ka-60 on the roof and manned the GShG-7.62. The pilot was soon on the roof, and the helicopter took off towards the Orbathian Embassy.

The moment they were off the landing pad, it was clear that there was a large crowd there. The helicopter came to hover a few embassies away, 400m in the air, and fired warning shots at the ground beside them.

Kolev nodded to the officer, "Alright I will stick behind you."

He was just glad the officer had not asked him to open the trunk, what with the guns and liquor.. it might have looked a bit odd. Non-the-less, he was a diplomat and so such hassling was rare.

Kolev rolled back up his window and began to follow the Beatusian.

Streets of the City of the Blessed

Officer Corrie returned to his Segway, and headed towards the Yanitarian Embassy pushing the Segway to it's top speed of 15 mph. The he heard it. Chanting in the distance.

"Valde Bob est adveho! Qui es immunda ero purgo!" was the chant, over and over again. It was getting louder. Moments later, Officer Corrie spotted something ahead. They had gas lanterns fashioned on poles, and were dressed in white robes. Two in the front carried flags baring the markings of the Great Bob. They were marching, the width of the street, form wall to wall, toward Officer Corrie, and the HOB limo. Officer Corrie stopped his Segway. As he looked back at the limo, the look of worry on his face was clearly viable to the HOB ambassador, in the limo's headlights.

Captain Max lead the Hunter's onto the beach quietly as the boats started to return to the transport ship. He made a few hand signals to his platoon as they cleared the beachhead.

"Leave at least fifty men at the beachhead so we have a secured escape route with worse comes to worse," started Max with other platoon leaders. "Rest of you, stick in platoon's number's of two platoon's. Don't be seperated from your platoon at any time. If you do get seperated, return back to the beachhead,"

Max took with him his best friend, Lieutenant Jaxson who were following his platoon. The squad moved into the city with little looters in their way. The squad had never being in the city before and had to depend upon the fires, flares and smoke to guide them through the city.

He looked around hoping to find an embassy for comfort. Jaxson pointed towards what seem to be a embassy building of some kind. Jaxson could tell there were looters nearby and this called for action. Max gave three fingers signal followed by five fingers signal. Max suddenly vanished into darkness as the squad followed his lead.

The squad took up position nearby ruined cars and aimed their rifles at the looters while under their new cloaking device. The device could cloak a man for half an hour before requiring to cool down for another half an hour.

On the Frigate

The captain watched from the bridge before finally deciding to send out a message to any embassy with a radio or satalite phone working. Even though it felt no-one would answer his call.

"This is Captain Lance of the Lynion Frigate, Lander. If you can hear us, please respond as we have teams on the ground that can answer anyone's call to evacuate from the city. The teams will return you to a beach where boats will be waiting to take you to the anchored Lynion Frigate and Destoryers in the harbour," said Lance into the radio.

He waited and wondered if anyone could answer him.

Lynion Beachhead

As the Lynion soldiers guarded the beach, it was illuminated by bright lights nearby buildings, and two helicopters which swooped over the beach.

BNS Seigur (BB-24)

Commander Jones was standing on the bridge when one of the officers informed him of a surface contact, bearing 45° off the bow, heading 370°, range 400 yrds. He ordered the the ship to take a course to intercept the unidentified contact. Then the communications officer rushed a message to him. It was from the Lynion Frigate, Lander. He assumed that it was the ship he was tracking, and quickly dictated a reply. It was quickly transmitted via on the same frequency that the message had been received on.

To the Lander,

This is the Beatusian Naval Ship Seigur. We are tracking your vessel in Beatusian waters. We request that you move your vessel at lease 25 miles from the Beatusian coastline, now. If you fail to comply, we will be forced to take action. You have 5 minutes to alter your course, and begin heading away from shore.

ooc:sorry about any delays, between work and other shite I have little time, feel free to rp my people just dont kill them out right
ic:The lashers turned staring at those who dared to intrude on their fun. Moving a bit to put the hostages between them and they heathens they laughed, voices muffled by gas mask."Who the frag ya be?"Asked the smallest Lasher"Wes jus be havn fun"He stuck his pistol in it's holster pulling the high powered Atchisson assault shotgun at the other people.*

To the Lander,

This is the Beatusian Naval Ship Seigur. We are tracking your vessel in Beatusian waters. We request that you move your vessel at lease 25 miles from the Beatusian coastline, now. If you fail to comply, we will be forced to take action. You have 5 minutes to alter your course, and begin heading away from shore.

To the Seigur.

This is the Captain of the Lander of Lynion replying to your message. The ships will alter course now. We do not wish to intend any conflict with the Beatusian People. Do you wish for our Hunter's to leave your city? Our Hunter's are only being sent in to secure anyone who requires help with the looters and the riot mops. We do not intend to cause any conflict with anyone.

End Message.

The captain looked around the bridge and ordered the warships to alter course.

"Lieutenant, tell me when we are out of Beatusian Waters and keep communications open to our boys in the city. We may need to get them out of there," ordered the captain. "Change orders for the men to only defend themselves on the ground,"

"Yes Captain," replied the Lieutenant.

At the beachhead

The lieutenant left to guard the beachhead looked up the the roar of a pair of helicopters swooping down on them. He watched the helicopters buzz around the Lynions while the lights were turned off. He rushed over to the radio operator and looked back up at helicopters shinning their lights at them.

"This is a friendly force of Lynion Hunters," started the lieutenant. "We've being sent to see if there was anything we could do. We do not, I repeat, we do not intend for any conflict with the Beatusian People. We were just passing by when we saw the city lose power. We do not intend to loot but to secure part of the beachhead and anyone who requires help to leave or go to a place of safety on our warships. If you want us to leave, then say so and we will leave in a peaceful mannar,"

The lieutenant waited for a reply praying they wouldn't fire on them. He watched the helicopters and stood by the radio operator as the Lynion's took up position in the buildings and waited. They didn't wanted to get involved in a conflict and just hope they would be required.

Kolev crawled along behind the officer, then without warning the segway started to slow even more, finally stopping.

'What is this asshole doing,' the Boothian thought to himself.

He was about to pull up to the officer to ask him what the hell was going on when something caught his eye. A harsh light ahead of them in the street. Not a car headlight, it was to crude an illumination. He squinted forwards flicking on his high beams.

"Oh shit...." The words escaped from the ambassador's lips as the scene unfolded before him. What he saw was this: there were many men, they were clad in erie white robes, and were carrying poles which held the lights he had seen. The men were marching, they were coming straight at his car, and showed no sign of slowing.

Kolev saw the officer turn to look back at the car. His face was awash with fear. Kolev panicked, he started honking his horn and rolled down his window leaning half way out and motioned for the officer to run.

Back inside the car Kovel fumbled to unlock the doors for the officer, shifted into reverse, and waited anxiously.

Streets of the City of the Blessed

The officer quickly turned off his Segway, lights and all, locked it, and ran towards the limo hoping that the HOB delegate would let him in. When he reached the car, he found the passenger side door unlocked. He pulled it open, dived in, and shouted, "Drive! Backwards!" with out even closing the door.

Lynion Beachhead

The beach was filled with bright light, most likely blinding the Lynion soldiers there. Radio jammers prevented them from contacting anyone, as troops began to poor onto the beach from the surrounding buildings. "Drop your weapons, get on your knees, and put your hands on your head!" the soldiers shouted as they rushed the blinded soldiers. They quickly zip tied the hands of those that complied, and those that didn't were shot with Pepper Ball rounds.

Message to the Lander,
From: BNS Seigur

We have received your message. Your forces which have violated Beatusian territory are being dealt with. We thank you for complying with our orders.

Kolev's thoughts were already way ahead of the officer. Once the man was in the car he floored the gas peddle, looking over his shoulder as he maneuvered back down the street.

"Close the door and lock it!"

Kovel brought the car around a corned and kept the wheel turned maneuvering nearly 270 degrees, put the car in drive, and sped forwards.

"Who the hell were those people?" Kolev asked checking in the review mirror. The HOB embassy was close now, and Kovel was praying that the guard at the gate hadn't fallen asleep. He started to honk his horn while the car was still half a block away from the embassy. If the guard had been asleep, he wasn't anymore. He opened the gate and Kolev pulled into the gravel drive outside the main building.

The Yanitarian ambassador was freaking out. From the window he could see the Beatusians, and the limo as it pulled away.

He grabbed his cell phone, and called his counterpart from Boothby, as the phone rang, he kept shouting into it, "PICK UP THE MOTHER FUCKING PHONE!"

HOB Embassy Compound

The officer was thoroughly shaken. He kept looking back at the gate. "They are the Alumno of Beatus. They were chanting in Latin, 'Valde Bob est adveho! Qui es immunda ero purgo!' Roughly translated it means, 'The Great Bob is coming! Those who are unclean will be cleansed!' We are not safe here, in the open, do you have a bunker or similar structure?"

OOC: Beatus, still waiting for the crowds response to my helicopter.

Kovel's phone had been ringing endlessly but he had not thought to answer it. After yammering something to the guard about the marauders he glanced down at the display. -5 missed calls-. Then the officer was talking to him.

"O jesus, no we don't have a bunker, the embassy was converted from an old residence. There is a basement."

Kovels phone rang again as he was speaking with the officer.

Hitting redial the Boothbian brought the phone to his ear and waited until Jobson answered.

"Shit, Jobson, we ran into a group of religious zealots or something near your embassy. I think the shit is about to hit the fan. Anyways, I am back at my place now... I'm not really sure what the hell is going on, or what we are going to do. Hopefully those people won't have followed us... but they looked like they were heading somewhere, not just wondering aimlessly. I think they are coming for us, I mean the foreign diplomats and such."

"I dunno, they haven't seemed to move since you left, but I could be mistaken. I just sent my helo to help out the Orbathians, but as soon as things are fine over there, I am getting the fuck out of this crazy ass country. Do you want to come with me?"

Outside the HOB Embassy

The Alumno of Beatus members stopped outside of the Embassy. They all faced the gate, as one of them, an elderly man, stood there, looking at them. Then he began to speak, "Praise be to Bob!" The rest replied, "Yes, we praise Bob!" The leader continued, "It was written, many years ago, in the holy book, that the time would come, when night would be illuminated by man. So it was written, so it hath come." The rest repeated him, "So it was written, so it hath come." He continued, "It was also written, that one day, the Great Bob would extinguish that light, and that it would be a sign. So it was written, so it hath come." The rest repeated him, "So it was written, so it hath come." He continued, "The writings foretold, that on that night, the time will hath come to rid our borders of those who are unclean, those who fail to let the Great Bob into they're inner light. We must prepare the land, for the Great Bob's return. He hath provided us the tools, and instructions for his grand plan, and he hath instilled in us the will, fortitude, and strength to ensure his will is carried out."

Outside the Orbath Embassy

The mob was enraged by the assault from the helicopter. They began firing at it with everything from M16s, and AK-47s, to M1 Grands, and K98s. There were even a few with more primitive weaponry, who fired at it, such as crossbows, and harpoon guns.

"The Orbathians?! Jesus, how wide spread are these people...

Of course I want to get the hell out of here. How much room do you have? Over here we only have myself, five guards, 2 domestic staff, and a Beatusian police officer I picked up on the way over..."

Kovel trailed off as the mob appeared outside the gate. As the started chanting Kolev ran for the house leaving the two gun in the trunk of his car. The guard had closed the gate, which was operated electronically. It was made of wrought iron and stood about seven feet. The guard was now brandishing his automatic rifle he had grabbed from the guard post at the gate. He leveled it on the crowd yelling at them to back down. Other guards were emerging from the house, four in all, and they also began to take up firing positions.

Lynion Beachhead

The lieutenant looked around as the captours celebrated with cheers. the lieutenant give three fingers than five fingers. They watched as their captors looked puzzled. The lieutenant marched around an officer and pulled a face before jumping into the water. His men silently swam back to their warships.

In the City close to the beach

Max felt a sudden vibration in his pocket as the signal for a retreat went out to the remaining squads. Several of the squads would make it back to the warships but Max's squad was captured before getting to the beachhead. They lay down their weapons and removed a part of the barrel making them useless to fire. Max watched the natives take them away.

Message to the BNS Seigur,
From: Landar

You attack a peaceful force without telling us why you attacked us? I suggest you watch your captured Hunters carefully Seigur. They have a habit of vanishing into nothing.

End Message

The captain walked out onto the decks as the sight of Lynion's could be seen swimming towards them. Lance ordered boats to quickly pick them up and return as fast as the wind. He lost ten men and maybe a few more that couldn't get out in time.

'Humans. They can never understand an exiled Lynx,' the captain thought to himself.

"Set course for home," ordered the captain.

Within the HOB Embassy Compound

Officer Corrie pulled on the Ambassador's arm. "I'm sorry sir, but we really need to go somewhere that offers some protection, preferably with a heavy, lockable door, no windows, and think walls!"

Orbathian Embassy

From 400m in the air, weapons such as the AK-47 and M16 had almost no accuracy against it, while an M1 Garand and the K98 had limit effectiveness, due to their low rate of fire, and the armoured plating of the diplomatic helo. Still, the Helo pulled up a few hundred meters, outside the range of even those weapons, to avoid a stray round hitting the rotor.

However, the effect was the same. They had ignored the warning shots, and even cracked the window on the copilot's side while firing back. The Yanitarian Marine, according to the ROE, fired back into the crowd with his 7.62mm rotary machine gun.

The .30 call rounds screamed towards the ground, it's tracers painting the night sky as the bullets sought flesh.

Yanitarian Embassy:

Jobson watched the Beatusians chanting outside his gate for a moment. The marine in the SLT-31A outside watched them nervously as well, pointing his 12.7mm machine gun towards their entry point. The marine on the roof was prone watching them.

One of the marines from inside ran out and jumped into the driver's seat, while the other moved the ambassador away from the window, and took a protective stance.

"I dunno, I have room for 17 people, but I have 5 marines here, as well as 3 staffers. We are one person over, but I am not leaving any of my men. We are just going to have to squeeze someone into the helo. Don't you have a dog as well?"

Orbathian Embassy

From 400m in the air, weapons such as the AK-47 and M16 had almost no accuracy against it, while an M1 Garand and the K98 had limit effectiveness, due to their low rate of fire, and the armoured plating of the diplomatic helo. Still, the Helo pulled up a few hundred meters, outside the range of even those weapons, to avoid a stray round hitting the rotor.

However, the effect was the same. They had ignored the warning shots, and even cracked the window on the copilot's side while firing back. The Yanitarian Marine, according to the ROE, fired back into the crowd with his 7.62mm rotary machine gun.

The .30 call rounds screamed towards the ground, it's tracers painting the night sky as the bullets sought flesh.

Yanitarian Embassy:

Jobson watched the Beatusians chanting outside his gate for a moment. The marine in the SLT-31A outside watched them nervously as well, pointing his 12.7mm machine gun towards their entry point. The marine on the roof was prone watching them.

One of the marines from inside ran out and jumped into the driver's seat, while the other moved the ambassador away from the window, and took a protective stance.

"I dunno, I have room for 17 people, but I have 5 marines here, as well as 3 staffers. We are one person over, but I am not leaving any of my men. We are just going to have to squeeze someone into the helo. Don't you have a dog as well?"

[OOC: After consaulting my Embassy map, I have realized that you couldn't possibly see the people infront of the HOB Embassy, as they are on the opposite side of the Embassy district

Map:
http://a98.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/43/l_e095a721e9423554aa7a4813ee7be321.jpg

You are Lot # 117, and HOB is number 121. Also another note, Orbath is 124, right in the middle.]

Outside the Orbathian Embassy

Bullets tore through the crowd killing many. Then, more rioters arrived in a pickup truck. Two riding in the back, held a 9K38 Igla SAM. They pointed it at the hovering chopper, and fired a round at it.

Lynion Frigate Landar.

"Captain, are you sure we should leave the city?" asked his lieutenant.

The captain looked around the bridge at his mid shipmen as they watched him and waited for a response. He looked out to the city becoming smaller and smaller.

"We lost ten Lynion Hunter's in trying to help them secure thier city. They killed ten Lynion's," started the captain. "If they really want out help, then they would ask us more kindly next time. In the mean time, I want all warships and transport ships to head back home,"

The lieutenant nodded his head but had hope that someone would allow them to help them in this new world.

'I hate these rules. Rules no=one ever explains to anyone,' the lieutenant thought to himself.

the Lynion's have no reason to stick around any longer.

Streets of the City of the Blessed

Ten Lynion Soldiers had been captured. They were zip tied, and transported to a secure facility. They were placed in separate 4' wide, by 4' long, by 6' high cells, with no windows, and heavy metal doors that were dead bolted from the outside. The floor, walls, and celling were solid concrete. There was absolutely nothing in the cells. They're hands were still zip tied, and the more they struggled the tighter the zip ties got.

OOC: Read it again, I said the men outside of "his" embassy gates.

As in the ones you guys ran into when you were in front of my embassy.

Orbathian Embassy:

The helo dropped some flares, and immediately headed back towards the Yanitarian embassy*. The missile exploded near one of the flares, sending a piece of shrapnel through the copilots window as it turned, and another piece into the door. There, the ambassador and his staff, plus two of the marines were waiting on the roof. One of the staffers took the copilot seat, as he had rudimentary training in helicopter flight

The marines in the vehicle set a grenade in the seat of the Chevalier, and tied a string from the grenade to the door of the vehicle. The pulled the pin, and wedged it farther under the seat as they did. Anyone attempting to open the vehicle's door would be surprised by a live grenade, 5 seconds before detonation.

They then ran up to the top floor, to load into the helo.

OOC: *The Igla only has a .24 kill probability when flares are deployed, a 1 in four chance. Even with out, it's anywhere from 1 in 3 to one half.

Fiske looked at the map Tavish had placed on the desk. It was a layout of the embassy district, with lines in red pencil indicating where mobs were currently located and heading. Fiske looked at the CSO with a wrinkled brow.

"Is there any sign of government forces?"

Tavish, in full body armor and carrying a G36 slung over his shoulder, was an impressive sight. The hard expression he was wearing completed the effect.

"Besides increased police activity, and one pissed-looking Yanitarian embassy helicopter, not much. The streets are full of criminal gangs and white-robed mystics. Oh, and there was some incident at the docks, apprarently. That's all we know from observations on top of the compound."

Fiske looked conflicted. Suddenly, his face took on a firm expression, and he turned back towards Tavish.

"I want you to take sections six and seven and deploy them to 8 HMMWVs. Wait for my order to assist any embassies under attack."

"Yes sir." Tavish turned and strode out of the office.

French dropped a file on Fiske's desk.

"Here are the embassy numbers. There's a lot of them, so we're having the computer send out an automated message by phone, fax, email, radio, and loudspeaker. If anyone answers, we'll go into action."

Fiske nodded and turned back towards the black city skyline.

Now we wait.

*********************************************************
THIS IS AN OFFICIAL MESSAGE TO ALL EMBASSIES FROM THE GESFORD JOINT COMMERCE COMPOUND

WE ARE AWARE OF THE VIOLENT SITUATION IN THE STREETS CONVENIENT TO THE EMBASSY DISTRICT

WE ARE OFFERING OUR ASSISTANCE TO ANYONE CAUGHT IN THE VIOLENCE, VIZ A VIZ TRANSPORTATION TO AND SHELTER IN THE FORTIFIED JOINT COMMERCE COMPOUND

WE ARE STANDING BY TO ASSIST

TO SIGNAL YOUR NEED FOR SANCTUARY, PLEASE RESPOND TO THIS MESSAGE WITH ONLY ONE WORD: THE NAME OF THE EMBASSY AT WHICH YOU WISH US TO APPEAR

IF THREATENED, WE WILL NOT HESITATE TO USE DEADLY FORCE TO DISPERSE THE CROWD IN ORDER TO PROVIDE AID
**********************************************************

The captain suddenly remembered something and the warships turned around for a moment.

To:Seigur
From: Landar

I would like to request the return of our dead men. We would like to bury them in our home land. We know there are ten dead maybe more. That is our last wish and only last wish. After this, we'll be heading home.

Yours: Captain Lance

Kovel had already dropped the phone from his hands, as he ran up the front steps and into the embassy. Lieutenant came from a back room looking agitated and scared. Kovel was swearing to himself when I heard the first shot ring out.

The guard at the gate had fired a warning shot over the heads of the Beatusians. Two other guards lay prone in shooting positions on the stairs. The other two were using the car cover and had their rifles aimed over the hood.

After firing his warning shot the guard at the gate started to back away covered by his squad. If the men got through the gate there would be little chance of holding them off.

ooc:sorry about any delays, between work and other shite I have little time, feel free to rp my people just dont kill them out right
ic:The lashers turned staring at those who dared to intrude on their fun. Moving a bit to put the hostages between them and they heathens they laughed, voices muffled by gas mask."Who the frag ya be?"Asked the smallest Lasher"Wes jus be havn fun"He stuck his pistol in it's holster pulling the high powered Atchisson assault shotgun at the other people.*

OOC: I'm sorry man, but I don't really understand what your saying. Are you answering for me, and did one of my people die? What is this gasmask stuff? Is this even a reply to my post? By the way, you were only one person, not a whole gang, so you wouldn't really stand a chance against my gang of 30 AK47's and more. Anyway, I will do my best to reply to this post.

IC:
Wijaya replied with discust. "This is just wrong. We are a gang, and we steal, but we most definetly do not kidnap women and children. You are outnumbered, so let go of the woman, you bastard, or your dead."

Bud couldn't believe his eyes. Shit had just hit the fan, or more appropriately, shrapnel had just hit the Yanitarian helicopter. The crowd had begun firing weapons and now a pick up with a SAM arrived.

He did two things. As he pulled ''hornet's nest'' grenades off his belt, he got on the radio.

''We've got small arms and SAM fire out front, we've got to go now!''

He pulled the pins, throwing one long, hoping for it to land at the back of the crowd and one short, hoping for it to land at the front. If they detonated, they would send hundreds of hard plastic pellets loaded with pepper spray throughout a 20 foot area. Not only would the pellets sting like hell, they would unleash their spray. Then his radio crackled to life.

''Understood, we haven't heard back from anyone but HOB. WE don't have time to respond, we can let em know when we get there.''

Bud grabbed a tear gas launcher which had been placed on the wall only minutes ago by another guard. Rapidly he aimed it towards the middle of the crowd and fired. Along the wall, two other guards did the same. Then he grabbed his rifle. The radio crackled again.

''All guards pull back, you are to begin security protocol 2.''


Bud slung his rifle on his back, sliding down the ladder like something out an an action movie, then doing the same down from the wall, until his boots hit the dirt. His comrades did the same, and they began running, toward the embassy. On the roof, Elaine and the staff were loading into the helicopter.

Orbath
From a remote jungle base, 6 Doomani made ACI.39 Bellicus and 2 ACI.37 Corvus attack helicopters took to the sky. Four of the Bellicus' were loaded with 40 OSF (Orbathian Special Forces) soldiers. The OSF was a highly secretive group, having only formed only six years prior to the current date. They had been formed from the Orbathian Air Calvary and the Anti Terrorism Task Force, one of many reasons why they were well suited for this task. The other two were empty, except for one or two medical personnel and a few empty litters.

Although those in Beatus' didn't yet know, though they soon should, the helicopters formed Operation Eagle, a rescue attempt for those that would have to be left behind at the Orbathian embassy and any other friendly embassies.

James Andrews rapidly typed a message on a secure channel to the government of Beatus'

I have authorized the deployment of a group of soldiers to rescue those that will be left behind at my embassy and any friendly embassies. Since we have not yet heard back, I'm sure you have the situation under control. If you don't, we are happy to provide assistance. I hope my deployment does not bother you.

Signed, President James Andrews, President of Orbath, His Excellency, Count of Throppe

The captain suddenly remembered something and the warships turned around for a moment.

To:Seigur
From: Landar

I would like to request the return of our dead men. We would like to bury them in our home land. We know there are ten dead maybe more. That is our last wish and only last wish. After this, we'll be heading home.

Yours: Captain Lance

To: Landar
From: BNS Seigur

We have found no dead Lynion forces, and there for, cannot return them to you.

Kovel had already dropped the phone from his hands, as he ran up the front steps and into the embassy. Lieutenant came from a back room looking agitated and scared. Kovel was swearing to himself when I heard the first shot ring out.

The guard at the gate had fired a warning shot over the heads of the Beatusians. Two other guards lay prone in shooting positions on the stairs. The other two were using the car cover and had their rifles aimed over the hood.

After firing his warning shot the guard at the gate started to back away covered by his squad. If the men got through the gate there would be little chance of holding them off.

Outside the HOB Embassy

The Alumno of Beatus members were not phased by the gunshots. They didn't even move. The leader continued with his speech, "The world has allowed it self to settle into sloth, and indecency. They ignore the teachings of the Great Bob. They ignore his signs, writing them of as they're own doings. They delude themselves, to the point that they actually believe they can alter the state of the world. Again and again, they take the signs of the Great Bob's anger with them, and use it to persecute others, who they claim are the cause. The time has come to say, no more!" The rest repeated, "No more!" The leader continued, "Time and again they have had they're chance to see the light, that is the Great Bob's teachings, yet they remain in they're blissful ignorance. We gave them more chance than they deserve, but now, the time has come. No more!" The whole group began chanting, "No more! No more! No more!"

Within the HOB Embassy Compound

Officer Corrie, was by now, begining to panic. He had his service pistol drawn, and was looking at the gate. "What is the most easily defended part of the embassy, and how do we get there?"

Snip

OOC: What kinda range you get with those choppers? The city of the blessed is something like 6,000 miles away.

Inside the HOB embassy

Kovel heard the officers words but it took him a moment to process them. He was sweating profusely and could hear the blood in his ears pumping hard.

"I...I....the basement? There is only one long staircase down to it... but once we are down there, there is only one way out..."

Kovel was cut off by another burst of fire.


Outside the HOB embassy

Explosions, gunfire, and screaming could be heard faintly over the chanting. In the distance the glow of fire and smoke started to become visible in the night.

"Stead boys..." the security chief hissed under his breath "We will open fight into the crowd, if they try to come through the gate fall back into the house..."

The five HOB rifles opened fire in unison. The security chief had targeted the one who spoke, and who he assumed was the leader.

Inside the HOB embassy

Kovel heard the officers words but it took him a moment to process them. He was sweating profusely and could hear the blood in his ears pumping hard.

"I...I....the basement? There is only one long staircase down to it... but once we are down there, there is only one way out..."

Kovel was cut off by another burst of fire.


Outside the HOB embassy

Explosions, gunfire, and screaming could be heard faintly over the chanting. In the distance the glow of fire and smoke started to become visible in the night.

"Stead boys..." the security chief hissed under his breath "We will open fight into the crowd, if they try to come through the gate fall back into the house..."

The five HOB rifles opened fire in unison. The security chief had targeted the one who spoke, and who he assumed was the leader.

Inside the HOB Embassy

"We need to get everyone into the basement, now!" the officer yelled.

Outside the HOB Embassy

The moment the first bullet struck the leader, the members of the Alumno of Beatus pulled M14 rifles from beneath they're robes. They opened fire on the HOB soldiers guarding the gate. A few members were taken down by the HOB fire.

Outside the HOB embassy

As the security detail had opened fire on the crowd the officers had expected them to fall back. Instead they stood their ground, and seemingly out of nowhere guns had materialized and were now blazing back at them.

Most of the fire coming from the crowd was focused on the three Boothians behind the car. Glass, sparks, and burning metal fountained around the men. The dropped down behind the car trying to avoid the rain of death coming from behind the gate.

In moments the wheels of the car had been blown out and the side facing the gate was reduced to shredded metal. One of the Boothians realized he had been hit in his side just below his right armpit. The other two had not noticed this and were blindly firing by holding there weapons just above the hood.

On the steps the two remaining Boothians held their prone positions and continued to pull their triggers.

Inside the HOB embassy

The thunder of the battle exploded through the house. Lieutenant barked and whined fearfully. Kovel nodded to the officer and ran for the basement steps. The door that opened to them was in the kitchen. It was a normal household door, which unfortunately locked on the kitchen side. The stairs ran straight down at a steep pitch. Down the stairs there were several rooms, but the only one with a door was the wine cellar. Kovel looked around for things to use as a barricade. There were plenty of shelfs, tables, and boxes that could be used... if the guards could hold the hoard off long enough.

Outside the HOB Embassy

While the Alumno of Beatus continued to fire at the guards, about ten of them moved up to the wall, on either side of the gate, and began laying down C4. When they had finished, they backed away, as did the others who were firing upon the guards. About 45 seconds later, the C4 exploded, creating holes in the walls around either side of the gate, which amazingly still stood. At that time, they rushed thought the holes into the compound.

Within the HOB Embassy

Officer Corrie had followed the ambassador into the basement, and was helping him try to barricade the door.

OOC: Boothby, we'd be glad to send our 8HMMWVs of CSFs to assist, if you'd like.

Outside the HOB embassy

The injured guard had slumped forward resting his forehead against the door of the care and laboring hard to breath. The other two had regained their composure and noticed him.

One wrapped his arm around the injured man's waist while the other laid down more covering fire. Then they limped towards the door of the house trying to keep their heads down.

An explosion from the gate sent them sprawling. As they looked up they saw the guards on the stairs running back into the house. Then the guard from the car ran past firing blindly behind himself. The sprawled out men rolled over to see Beatusians streaming through holes in the embassy walls. They opened fire at the swarm, but their last stand was short lived. A hail of burning metal blanketed the two men ripping through their limp bodies.

Inside the HOB embassy

The two guards from the steps had dashed into the house as they saw the C4 being deployed and detonated. They waited until the third made it inside and then slammed the door, bolting it. A long hall led from the front door into the living room, which continued to the dinning room, and finally the kitchen. The men ran to the end of the hall. One remained at the end, prone, aiming down it towards the bolted door.

The other two continued into the living room where they flipped a couch and pushed it towards the hallway creating a makeshift barricade. If the Beatusians came through the front door they would have to make their way down the hall way which was covered by the concealed men.

The HOB embassy basement

Kovel and the officer were busy at work piling furniture against the basement door and stairs. Then they heard a massive explosion and foot steps above them inside the house.

Kovel looked at the officer helplessly. We had no weapons in the basement and wished he had grabbed his guns from the car.

[ooc: @Ges, errr... I don't know what those are but sure you can send them. However, I don't know how we would have been in contact. It basically looks like my ambassador is a dead duck.]

[OOC: Those are Humvees.]

Stoklomolvi Embassy

"Fire from the HOB embassy directly to our northwest."

"Can we hit them with our short range artillery?"

"What artillery?"

"The one I built last week using tinfoil, plastic bottles, unused binders, and pieces of an old desk we found outside."

"Ah. What can we launch from that?"

"Molotovs. Or the HE shells we always keep in the back of our armoured cars for some reason."

The guard leaned over to the ambassador.

"Those are to create good looking shrapnel."

"Ah. Use it anyway. We don't need good looking explosions."

"Yes sir."

The guard unloaded two 420mm HE shells from the back of each armoured car, making a total of six. He dragged them over to the very primitive catapult device, and loaded one in. Unsurprisingly, the catapult collapsed. The ambassador cursed.

"Ah f***. Put the HE shells in the artillery cannon in the roof then, damn it!"

He ran over to his crumpled work. He sobbed.

"My work!"

He then stood back up and carried a shell with him inside. A telecommunications officer inside the embassy radioed the HOB embassy.

"We have noted gunfire in your embassy. We request permission to fire artillery onto your embassy to clear out the looters."

[Stok: I assume you are being serious? You have artillery mounted on your embassy? Funny.]

The radio within the guardhouse crackled to life as the Stoklomolvi telecom operator radioed in. Unfortunately nobody was there to answer.

OOC: to let you know how this will be related to the violence at the embassies, My gang and San Castello's college students will be going straight into the embassy complex (they don't know there is a war there), looking for a safety zone. Anyway, which embassy should I run into?

IC:
"Ah, never mind, you." Wijaya said.

He, his men, and the students were taken into another truck, and they drove straight towards the Embassy complex. Every now and then some looters would throw rocks at the trucks, but the vehicles kept going. Once they got closer, they noticed the sound of gunfire.

"Hey, Mr. Wijaya, are you sure it is safe?" Constantino asked.

Wijaya just shrug.

The helicopter atop the Yanitarian embassy roared to life as the staff finished loading up. It pulled off of the roof of the embassy, with the one door open, and the rotary machine gun sticking out.

Flying high and fast, they were there in moments, just in time to see the massive gun battle taking place. The marine in the helicopter did not fire, but the pilot look instead for a landing spot.

Currently the helicopter hovered 3 kilometers above the ground.

ooc:The Indonesian states there are three of them, the gas mask they had on, and I know that the three will not be able to survive but hey that is half the fun.
ic: The three men just laughed. Edging backwards slowly the one holding the child squeezed her neck untill she screamed in pain*"Fire on us and they die."

Standing in the communications center of the JCC, Fiske picked up the handset for the tactical radio system.

"Tavish, we've registered increased fighting in the area of the HOB embassy. It looks like more hostiles are moving towards the embassy. I'm going to overstep my authority here and order you and sections six through eight to board 8 HMMWVs and proceed directly to the HOB embassy. If the Beatus government gets involved, do exactly as they say and I will bear full responsibility for issuing the order. "

"Roger."

Outside, Tavish directed the 24 CSF mercenaries into the 8 armored black humvees. Each humvee would carry 3 mercenaries, each armed with a HK G36, a Para Ordnance Hi-Cap automatic, and each wearing full ballistic armor and black uniforms bearing the sign of the dollar, the official Gesford seal.

The bulletproof humvees started their engines and turned on their headlights, and as the electronic steel gate swung open, they tore out into the streets, driving in the direction of the HOB embassy.

Back in the communications center, French looked at Fiske and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Jim."

"Boothby is Gesford's ally. I can't let them perish by the hand of some bedsheet-wearing crazy. I consider it our duty to protect Gesford's interests everywhere, and that includes it's allies."

OOC: I figure it will take a little while for them to get there, so if Beatus wants to intercept the convoy, that's fine, and I figure the gang will probably get there first anyway.

Captain Maxim Ivanov, 2 Dragoon Regiment, watched with amazement the dramatic battle unfolding only across the street at the House of Boothby's embassy. The 26-year old officer, commander of the tiny security detachment at the Anselmian embassy, was standing on top of the roof, gazing at the destruction through binoculars. A scout-sniper team was positioned nearby, continually pushing for permission to engage.

"Sir, let us take them out," the shooter pleaded. His spotter nodded enthusiastically.

Ivanov lowered the binoculars. "You know the ROE, Sergeant."

The Dragoon tightened his grip on his M110 rifle and grimaced. "The Boothbians are some of our closest allies, sir. For all you know, some of the men you trained with personally could be getting cut down right now."

Ivanov lowered his head, and took a deep breath. "Sergeant, we are only 15 men. Our objective is the safety of the ambassador and his staff. To open fire on the mob would be to incur its wrath, thus resulting in our destruction. I cannot give an order that would cause that to happen. You will hold your fire unless the embassy is directly threatened."

"Roger that, sir."

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TO: The Government of the Beatus
FROM: J. Haglund, Anselmian Minister of Foreign Affairs

We request an official update on the situation in your nation. The report from our embassy staff is that your capital city has entered a state of complete chaos, and that our diplomats and the diplomats of other foreign nations are directly threatened by mobs. The Ministry of Defense is currently preparing a force with the objective of extracting our embassy staff from the country. With your permission, two C-130J transports of the Anselmian Air Force will land at the primary airport of the City of the Blessed. A convoy will then proceed from the airport to the Anselmian embassy, load up the embassy staff, and take them back to the airport, from which they will return to Anselmus. Is the airport secure? We implore you to reply will all haste.

-Haglund
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Cuthbert Air Base, Wesfalia, ANSELMUS

Lt. Colonel Paolo Garzanti, 2/1 Imperial Guard, stood on the tarmac as he supervised the loading of his two Super Hercs. His mission was simple: to extract the 115 Anselmian diplomats and security personnel, in addition to as many civilian Anselmian naitonals as they could find from the country. Garzanti would be taking with him 50 Imperial Guard soldiers, the finest the Holy Empire had to offer. With loading nearly complete, all that was left was for the operation, code-named HAVEN, to be given the green light.

"What is this mess?!"

"Erm, sir, we never did have an artillery cannon on the roof."

A big skeleton which would resemble the silhouette of an artillery cannon from a distance sat on the roof.

"Great. Well, what about the Big Bertha cannon in the garage?"

"I'll go get that. I guess your hobby has brought some good to us."

The 420mm German-style cannon was rolled out of the embassy garage. The ambassador threw his diplomatic cap onto the ground and donned a stahlhelm. He shoved the shell into the cannon. At that moment, the telecommunications officer ran out of the embassy.

"Sir! No response!"

"Then they're all dead. Open fire!"

"Yeah, at a rate of one shell per minute."

The artillery boomed, and a shell flew out of the Stoklomolvi embassy towards the Boothbian embassy. A total of six shells were fired before the artillery was rolled back inside.

"That's good and done. Let's get the hell out of here. I built a yacht during my fifty year stay here using steel scraps from the walls of the other embassies."

"..."

"Just shut up and go."

Another guard ran out of the embassy.

"Sir, a Yanitarian rotary-wing aircraft approximately 3150m above the embassy detected by radar."

"Radio it and tell it to land in the courtyard. We have a civilian yacht we can use for a getaway."

The streets were empty, and it took the humvees approximately fifteen minutes reach the intersection of Rangel and Brutus, the location of the Boothbian(sp?) embassy. Seeing the crowd outside and fearing the worst, Tavish picked up the radio handset and started barking orders.

"Section seven, park parallel to the gate across the street and deploy. Six and eight, I want you to do the same on either side of seven, forming a defensive curve. Everyone into position!"

The humvees screeched to a halt at their assigned locations, and 24 Compound Security Force mercenaries jumped out and stood with the vehicles in between them and the raging, confused crowd at the embassy gate.

"Men, don gas masks and ready teargas! If you perceive any threat from the crowd, do not hesitate to open fire. Remember, they are armed."

Tavish, crouching behind his humvee, spotted the Yanitarian helicopter and the Anselmian forces in their embassy. He signaled them both with a thumbs-up.

OOC: If Beatus has a problem with this, I will edit/retract at his request.

The Marine in the helocopter could not see the thumbs up, but he could see that, in his mind, "Shit was going down".

He told the pilot to circle around behind the crowd, and as he did, he unloaded the ammo in his gun, and ordered the pilot to cut the lights to the entire craft. He reloaded his minigun with ammo that did not contain tracers. With the city of the blessed totally dark, and with out the lights or tracers to give away their position, the black helicopter would be nearly invisible from this altitude.

The radio cracked in the cockpit, as the Stoklomolvi embassy asked them to land in the courtyard. The copilot radioed back, in a nervous voice, "Negative, we have to see if we can rescue the Boothbian embassy staff. The moment we feel it's too risky, we will pull out and land in the courtyard. If we rescure the staff, then we will bring them to the courtyard and we can all get the hell out of dodge."

"Copy that."

The officer told the ambassador what he had received.

"Right. Ready the civilian yacht. Mount a heavy machine gun on the front."

"From where?"

"From the armoured car!"

"You said they were unarmed!"

"The cars are unarmed! We are not unarmed! Get make ready the gun of automatic!"

"Sir, that's not Runglish."

"Whatever, just go!"

"Right."

"Reports from the artillery?"

"No, sir."

"Damn."

Sergeant Jon Kimberly was still glaring through the scope of his M110 SASS when he spotted the Gesford mercenaries roll up and establish a blocking position around the crowd. After the group of Humvees was in position, the sniper observed one of them, who appeared to be some sort of officer, look in his direction and flash a thumbs-up.

"Captain Ivanov, sir. I've Gesford boys out there. It looks like they're trying to take matters into their own hands."

Ivanov jogged over to Kimberly's position and looked down into the street with his binoculars.

"It would appear so, Kimberly. I'm going to try and raise them and see what they're up to. In the meantime, get a suppressor on that rifle. You're going to start popping heads."

Kimberly grinned and reached for the suppressor in his rifle case as Ivanov began speaking into his radio, broadcasting on multiple frequencies.

"Gesfordian troops, this is Captain Maxim Ivanov of the Anselmian Imperial Army. We would like to aid you in any way possible. We have available sniper cover in addition to one helicopter. Do you copy, over?"

ooc:The Indonesian states there are three of them, the gas mask they had on, and I know that the three will not be able to survive but hey that is half the fun.
ic: The three men just laughed. Edging backwards slowly the one holding the child squeezed her neck untill she screamed in pain*"Fire on us and they die."

OOC: that last post i put - i will delete and post it back once I get rid of these looters.

"And what if I don't shoot you? What will happen then?"

[ooc: Stok lol.... wtf? Ok, ok, I will go along with it]

Kovel had continued piling shelves and boxes against the door when the first of the HE shells hit. It was the loaded thing Kovel had ever heard. The shell had smashed through the small covered car port on the side of the house, obliterating it and leaving a hole in the side of the bottom floor living room.

In the basement a wall had been shifted, bricks lay about on the ground and a water pipe had broken.

Upstairs the guards were stumbling back in a cloud of smoke and debris. The chief had gotten the worst of it and his right side was filled with wooden splinters from the exploded wall. Together they limped towards the basement door... but it was held fast from the other side.

Their only hope was to make it out the back door, they just couldn't sit in the death trap of the house any longer.

As the men were hobbling out the back into a small walled garden the second round hit. This time it struck further forwards in the front lawn. Leaving a gapping hole of smoking dirt and metal.

Vaguely noticing artillery fire strike the HOB embassy, Tavish picked up the mouthpiece of the crackling radio in the humvee and spoke.

"Roger Captain, good to have some friends. I'm about to give the order to start firing, I'm just obligated to do something first." With his other hand Tavish picked up a megaphone from the humvee and began speaking to the chanting crowd.

"Listen up! You have exactly 15 seconds to disperse of your own accord before we begin to disperse you forcefully. There will be no more warnings. We will begin by firing teargas into the crowd and if that is not sufficient, we will follow with rubber bullets. If that is not sufficient, we will switch to 5.56x45mm NATO ball. You now have ten seconds."

Tavish spoke into the radio again. "Captain, do not hesitate to fire on anyone you deem a threat. If the Yanitarian heli can hear me on this frequency, I give you the same advice. Good luck."

The men raised their rifles at the crowd, using the HMMWVs as cover.

OOC:I figure we should give Beatus a bit of time to control the crowd before we start shooting. After all, we did give them 15 seconds.

TO: The Government of the Beatus
FROM: J. Haglund, Anselmian Minister of Foreign Affairs

We request an official update on the situation in your nation. The report from our embassy staff is that your capital city has entered a state of complete chaos, and that our diplomats and the diplomats of other foreign nations are directly threatened by mobs. The Ministry of Defense is currently preparing a force with the objective of extracting our embassy staff from the country. With your permission, two C-130J transports of the Anselmian Air Force will land at the primary airport of the City of the Blessed. A convoy will then proceed from the airport to the Anselmian embassy, load up the embassy staff, and take them back to the airport, from which they will return to Anselmus. Is the airport secure? We implore you to reply will all haste.

-Haglund

Morse Code Message, via Shortwave Radio

To Haglund,

The Airport is secure, and you are welcome to land your forces there. We are currently coordinating with local authorities to ensure the safety and security of all in the city. The situation is under control, and every thing is fine.

Signed,
General Roe Conn,
Commander
Emergency Beatusian Response Force

Vaguely noticing artillery fire strike the HOB embassy, Tavish picked up the mouthpiece of the crackling radio in the humvee and spoke.

"Roger Captain, good to have some friends. I'm about to give the order to start firing, I'm just obligated to do something first." With his other hand Tavish picked up a megaphone from the humvee and began speaking to the chanting crowd.

"Listen up! You have exactly 15 seconds to disperse of your own accord before we begin to disperse you forcefully. There will be no more warnings. We will begin by firing teargas into the crowd and if that is not sufficient, we will follow with rubber bullets. If that is not sufficient, we will switch to 5.56x45mm NATO ball. You now have ten seconds."

Tavish spoke into the radio again. "Captain, do not hesitate to fire on anyone you deem a threat. If the Yanitarian heli can hear me on this frequency, I give you the same advice. Good luck."

The men raised their rifles at the crowd, using the HMMWVs as cover.

In the HOB Embassy Compound

The Alumno of Beatus members ignored the Gesford's message, and continued into the building, which had been made much easier by the artillery fire. Five had been hit with shrapnel by the strike that landed on the lawn, but they continued to push forward.

Street Outside the HOB Compound

The sound of a manhole cover being moved could be heard behind the Gesford troops, seconds before five White Phosphorous grenades were tossed out of the manhole. They exploded five seconds later.

Basement of the HOB Embassy

Officer Corrie had been near the back wall of the room when the artillery struck. He was shaken when the wall cracked, but he then noticed something, The force of the explosion had opened up a tunnel, behind the wall, slightly lower than the floor. "Hey guys, I think we got a way out of here!" he shouted, before jumping into the partially collapsed tunnel. He feel onto a mound of dirt that was left when the roof of the tunnel had collapsed from the explosion. The tunnel went of in two directions, but it was too dark to see anything else.

Outside the HOB Embassy
The three HOB guards limped towards the back gate of the HOB embassy, punched in the code to release the magnetic lock, and prepared to escape from the warzone.

Basement of the HOB Embassy

Kovel spun around looking into the dark hole. Anywhere was better then the exploding house. He pulled his pipe lighter from his pocket and rolled the striker. The hiss of the lighter echoed in the tunnel, and the flame illuminated a small area directly in front of the Boothian and the Officer. Kovel crawled in. Anything more then 5 feet away was pitch black. He started down the tunnel.

The copilot of the helicopter jumped as the willy pete down below illuminated the Gesfordian position. The marine in the helicopter started firing down at the crowd as the pilot started pulling a wide circle around them.

Captain Maxim Ivanov acknowledged the Gesfordian's transmission with two clicks of his microphone. Just then, the area behind the mercenaries exploded into a sea of light.

"What the--"

"Sir, a manhole behind the Gesfordians just opened; that's where the willy pete came from!"

Ivanov focused his binoculars on the manhole and waited for something to emerge from it.

"Keep your rifle trained on it, Kimberly. If anything that pops out looks hostile, take it down. I don't want anything coming out of that manhole."

"Roger that, sir."

Ivanov then picked up his radio microphone and hailed Tavish once more.

"Gesforian! A manhole just opened behind your position and ejected the willy pete. Probably hostiles, over."

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Colonel Garzanti jogged out on to the tarmac to his waiting commandos.

"Green light! Everybody load up!"

The Imperial Guardsmen split up into two sections and accompanied their equipment on board the two Super Hercules transport planes. Minutes later, the great rear ramps folded up into the fuselage, and the behemoths taxied to the runway. Given clearance for takeoff immediately, the Anselmian relief force began its long journey to the Beatus.

Tavish was just finishing the countdown. "Six, five-"

Everything went white.

Tavish instinctively crouched downwards to avoid what he was sure was an incoming machine-gun barrage. He still had his gas mask on, and did not dare take it off, in case some of the men blinded by what had appeared to be a flash grenade had dropped their canisters of tear gas. Sure enough, when his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness of the street, he could see smoke pouring out from behind humvee six.

"Shit." Tavish shouted through the expanding fog, "All sections, keep your masks on and report!" Shouts could be heard from the section leaders.

"Section 6, fine here!"

"Section 8, we're ok!"

"..."

Tavish strained his still adjusting eyes to see the middle of the group as the radio crackled something about a manhole cover that Tavish couldn't make out.

"Section seven, report!" Something was wrong. The clouds rolling out under the trucks was thicker than tear gas, and a paler shade of white. There were small dissipating smoke trails leading from the center of the explosion outwards. Also, it was clear from the flickering light behind humvee six that there was a fire, something not normally started by a flash grenade.

"Sections six and eight, any teargas exposure?"

"No sir!"

"Negative."

"Give us covering! Switch to regular ammunition and shoot any of those bastards you see!" He looked up at the Anselmians and picked up his megaphone again. "Hey! Let's take these bastards down!"

The CSFs began shooting at the retreating backs of the Alumno. Careful to keep himself behind the trucks, Tavish worked his way through the smoke over to humvee 6. The scene was eerie. Humvee 6's doors were open, and the portable fire extinguisher was missing. Continuing, Tavish saw a group of white figures. He raised his rifle and was about to shoot when he realized those were his men. They had been covered in a white powder. Two of them had the extinguisher and were frantically trying to put out four others, who were whacking at parts of their fatigues and ballistic armor that were burning with an incredibly bright flame. Tavish spotted two other men, doubled up and coughing. He made his way to them, picking up their discarded gas masks, and firmly shoved them back on their heads. He spoke to one of them.

"What the hell was that?"

Through sputters, the man replied, "*cough* I don't know sir *cough*, some king of *cough* incendiary smoke grenade *cough*."

"Where did they come from?"

"The just *cough* appeared behind us."

Tavish looked over at a particularly large patch of fire, near the burning men. He could just barely make out a circular manhole leading under the street, with the cover removed. "Shit."

Tavish grabbed one of the men who had just finished putting out the others.

"Get in humvee seven and wait for my instructions. "

"Yes sir."

Tavish grabbed another man. "How are they doing?"

"Some minor burns sir, but their armor and clothes got the brunt of it."

"Take the extinguisher and put out that large fire, then do the little ones."

"Yes sir."

Tavish ran over to the open manhole. With great effort he lifted the cover and replaced it, but not before throwing a teargas grenade inside. "That'll teach the bastards."

Tavish ran over to the merc in the humvee.

"I want you to put the left rear wheel on top of that manhole cover, understand?"

"You got it."

Tavish grabbed the man who had just finished mopping up the fires. "Are there any more manholes near us?"

"No sir, just the one."

Tavish got on the radio. "All sections, any manholes in the vicinity of your vehicles?"

"Negative."

"No sir."

"Good." Tavish switched to the Anselmian channel. "The cowards hit us from behind with some incendiary grenades. Take out as many of the bastards as you can see."

Tavish grabbed the men who had been burned, "You four, get in humvee one and return to the JCC." He turned to the men who had been caught with their masks off. "You two okay to fight?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Position yourselves again and watch for any movement, in front or in back this time."

"Roger."

As all sections continued to fire and throw teargas at the Alumno, one humvee backed up onto the manhole, while another sped away, back towards the financial district. Tavish got back on the radio. "Anselmians? Thanks for the tip about the manhole. Probably saved our skins from another attack. Have you been able to get in contact with the Beatus yet? They've been silent on our end."

Ivanov watched the Gesfordians skittering to and fro as he keyed his mic to respond.

"No problem. We've got your backs covered, but we don't see anything behind you. As for the Beatusian government, I've received word that they've given clearance for a relief force to be dispatched from Anselmus, but nothing as far as local authorities are concerened. I don't know what to tell you, over."

Ivanov, waiting for a response, turned to Kimberly.

"Sarge, cover the area behind the Gesfordian positions. Same with you, Corporal."

Kimberly's spotter nodded in reply.

Official Message from the Aissurian Defense Department.

To: The Government of the Beatus
Encryption: 5 (Max Encryption)
RE: Extraction of Embassy Personal.


It has come to our attention that your country has had a major Power Outage. We currently have Embassy staff in The Beatus. Therefore we ask that we be allowed to send soldiers to extract our Personal. Thank you

(Message end.)
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[OOC: Not sure if my Embassy was attacked. Haven't been on on the thread in awhile.]

OOC: The range, 450km, I'm not sure where the idea of using helicopters came from but thank god it is gone now. So, let me try again.

Leaving Orbathian Airspace
A message had been sent and no reply had been sent back. This could mean several things. Firstly, it was possible that Beatus' had really gone to hell and the government overthrown. Or maybe they were just too busy. Or maybe they were just ignoring Orbath. Regardless, the mission couldn't wait.

3 C-130J aircraft, two loaded with a company of Orbathian paratroopers, one loaded with a few medical personnel and a platoon of soldiers.

Beatus
Unfortunately for the security personnel, they knew that they would be left behind. There wasn't room on the helicopter for the entire embassy staff and being soldiers meant they got the short end of the stick. So the 8 soldiers felt slightly abandoned as they heard the helicopter take off into the dark sky.

If the situation hadn't escalated, some of the staff would have been left behind to make room for foreign diplomats. Unfortunately, it escalated, meaning the diplomats would have to wait until the paratroopers arrived.

The embassy guards had already put their lock down plans into effect. The large thick steel door of the embassies were double locked and the windows were now covered in retractable steel bars.

All they could do now is wait.

OOC: Firstly, this is an amazing, badass RP, well conducted on all sides.

Secondly, @ Beatus, how many people are in the Alumno crowd (or at least how many did we see before we got hit by a dastardly attack, clever bastard), and what type of armament are they carrying? I'm considering entering the HOB Embassy complex to attempt to rescue the Ambassador, but I'd like to know if you have other plans for the Alumno crowd besides having me cut them down on my way in. It would also be good to work out casualties for the crowd after the combined Yanitaria, Anselmus, and Gesford barrage that just happened.

IC:

Tavish cursed to himself as the remaining Alumno who hadn't been cut down by fire from Yanitarian, Anselmian, and Gesford forces raced into the HOB embassy. Moving out onto the street was one thing, getting attacked from behind and then attempting to storm a potential deathtrap which happened to be yet another country's sovereign territory was another. He walked back to his humvee and radioed the JCC.

"Dufresne? Patch me through to Fiske and French."

"Sure thing!" The radio clicked once.

"Fiske here. Situation?"

"Mixed. We were attempting to disperse a crowd of mystics in front of the Hob(slang in this case for House of Boothby Embassy) when we got hit by a White Phosphorus grenade attack from behind, out of a manhole, specifically. We sustained four casualties, I sent them back your way."

"Dammit Jack, what the hell is going on out there?"

"We received support from the Yanitarian chopper and from Anselmian forces across the street in driving the crowd into cover inside the Hob. Unfortunately, it looks like that's exactly where they wanted to go."

"Any sign of survivors in the embassy?"

"No sir. At this time it does not appear likely that they would have remained hidden for long, and the crowd appeared to be of the very xenophobic type."

"Any suggestions?"

"Sir, regardless of the action we take, I request that you send section five here to assist us. The crowd was rather large, and another eight guns could prove crucial."

"Yes yes, but what about the embassy?"

"I cannot enter unless you give the order."

"..."

"Sir?"

"..."

"Mr. Fiske?"

"I'm still here. Alright. I'll probably be fired for this, but I am giving you permission to enter the Hob. However, if you decide at any time that it is too dangerous in there, you have my full confidence to withdraw."

"Thank you sir. I'll notify you once I've spoken with the Anselmian and Yanitarian forces. If this goes down, it will be coordinated."

"Give 'em hell, Jack."

"Thank you sir."

Tavish closed the channel and got back on the frequencies for the Yanitarian heli and the Anselmian embassy security forces.

"Gentlemen, I need your opinion. I have been given full permission to secure the Hob for the purpose of rescuing the Boothby Ambassador. However, given the hostile presence in the embassy I wanted your views on whether or not this action should be taken. I will not, I repeat, will not enter the embassy if I cannot get a general consensus that this would be a worthwhile assault. I am not in the business of wasting my men in silly heroic gestures. So I put the question to you. With the additional 8 CSFs arriving in just a few minutes time, for a total of 28 Gesford CSFs for the assault, plus whatever support you choose to lend, and given the probable concentration of the enemy, should this attack go forward?"

Tavish waited for their reply, crouched behind a humvee, cherishing the stillness that might be shattered in an instant.

Meanwhile in the prison.

Captain Max managed to bring his hands in front of him for him to relax as the door's opened for the first time. He pretended to fall asleep as the guard came closer and closer to him.

'Little closer my friend,' he thought to himself as his mind was tracking the guards heart beat movement. 'Talk about stupidty,'

He waited until he felt something touch him on the cheek. He pulled the guard closer as he sank his fangs into the thoart of the guard sucking all its bllod viens dry.

'Command is going to kill us after this is over,' he thought to himself as he cut the culfs.

He took the keys and the pistols and sat the body in the corner close to the door. He quietly opened the other doors to get his team mates out before attaching the keys to his belt. He could tell there was three at the top and ordered 3 fingers then 5 fingers.

Outside about 1km from the prison.

Max's ability stopped as they were far away from the prison yard and it would be a matter of time before the prison came alive with lights and guards. Max felt cold hard steel around his neck as a warm hand touched his neck.

"Thomas, I thought you were gone," said Max.

A Lynion Hunter appeared armed with two automatice pistol's, rifle and two blades.

"Got seperated sir," Thomas replied. "The warship's are gone and I found an airfield with an aircraft that can get us back to Lynion,"

Max nodded his head as Thomas handed out his rifle, one of his pistol's and one of his blade's. Max took the pistol into his hand and handed back a semi-automatic pistol to someone else.

The Lynion's had a new objective. They were to cross country towards an airfield about 4 hours from their position. They would have to hide in bushes, forests and avoid the major road's before they come towards the airfield.


OOC: Sorry, had to do this.

[ooc: A vampire?

Additionally: I will wait for Beatus to describe the tunnel before continuing]

OOC: Hey, no-one said anything against me in the fact book.

OOC: I hope you realize that Beatus and the rest of us are going to laugh you out of the thread. On another note, Anselmian Dragoons are elite light infantry akin to the US Army Rangers.

IC:

Captain Maxim Ivanov, 2 Dragoons (Diplomatic Protection) Regiment, cradled his microphone as he thought for a moment.

"Mr. Gesford, I believe we have no choice but to aid our brothers from Boothby in their plight. But to make sure you don't take all the blame if something goes wrong, I'm sending you Charlie Section. Only five men, but all I can spare. I hope they can help."

Ivanov put down the transmitter and spoke into his headset.

"Sergeant Seabrook, ready Charlie Section for movement. You're going into the HOB embassy with the Gesfordians."

A pause, then a reply: "Roger that, sir. Be ready in a minute."
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Sergeant Pete Seabrook quickly wiped his clear Oakley M-Frames with a Nomex-gloved finger as he waited for the automated front gate to fully open. He turned around to look at his command, the four Dragoons of Charlie Section. Each man was clad in digital urban camouflage, topped with black IOTV body armor and web gear, in addition to a black Lightweight Helmet on their heads. Like Seabrook himself, all wore clear M-Frame glasses and black Nomex gloves. For armament, they carried HK416 carbines and HK45 pistols in drop-down holsters. The sergeant nodded at his men confidently, then turned back around. The gate was open, and it was time to go.

As Seabrook moved towards the gate, he heard Ivanov's voice crackle once more into his headset.

"Sarge, don't bother with bounding overwatch. We'll cover you from here."

"Roger that, sir."

The five Dragoons sprinted across the street, without incident, to the Gesfordian Humvees. Seabrook approached Tavish and saluted lazily.

"Sergeant Pete Seabrook, Second Dragoons, sir. We're urban combat specialists, so I hope we can help. Where do you want us?"

OOC:Pete Seabrook? Good job. I also just realized that I now have to make up a rank structure for my mercenaries.

As the two HMMWVs pulled up containing CSF section 5, Tavish returned the dragoon's salute quickly. "Chief Security Officer John Tavish, Gesford Joint Commerce Compound, Beatus Branch. Your help is much appreciated, sergeant. In fact, you should take control of the remainder of section seven," he pointed towards the area where four men of the eight who suffered the grenade attack stood. "If this goes forward, I plan on making it quick, going room to room while your sniper team and the heli support us through the windows and against forces on the roof or outside. If possible, I'd like to have your section seven perform an aerial insertion into the embassy, while sections five, six, and eight enter through the ground floor entrances. This hinges, of course, on having a helicopter." Tavish picked up the handset again. "Yanitarian helicopter! Would you be willing to take part in an attack on the embassy, and if so, would you be able to drop some of our men in and then give us CAS until we find the Ambassador?"

OOC: If this goes down I'm going to need a map of the embassy grounds, any floors we'll have to clear, and # of hostiles + armaments. Boothby? Beatus?
Oh and for Anselmus, the names of the remaining men in section seven(I figure you could take complete control of them for this assault) are:

Marc Hohman(you should have seen this coming)
Colin Strylowski
David Adams
Paul Foreman

Feel free to kill them off!

[ooc: Err... here is a pretty crappy floor plan...I have no clue how many Beatusians Beatus wants to have on hand..I just realized I didn't put a basement in... just assume there is a central room with two rooms coming off of it. One of these rooms has a door the other is open.]

http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/4606/flooran7.gif

[OOC: I was hoping I misread the "Vampire". I didn't.]

Tavish was just finishing the countdown. "Six, five-"

Everything went white.

Tavish instinctively crouched downwards to avoid what he was sure was an incoming machine-gun barrage. He still had his gas mask on, and did not dare take it off, in case some of the men blinded by what had appeared to be a flash grenade had dropped their canisters of tear gas. Sure enough, when his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness of the street, he could see smoke pouring out from behind humvee six.

"Shit." Tavish shouted through the expanding fog, "All sections, keep your masks on and report!" Shouts could be heard from the section leaders.

"Section 6, fine here!"

"Section 8, we're ok!"

"..."

Tavish strained his still adjusting eyes to see the middle of the group as the radio crackled something about a manhole cover that Tavish couldn't make out.

"Section seven, report!" Something was wrong. The clouds rolling out under the trucks was thicker than tear gas, and a paler shade of white. There were small dissipating smoke trails leading from the center of the explosion outwards. Also, it was clear from the flickering light behind humvee six that there was a fire, something not normally started by a flash grenade.

"Sections six and eight, any teargas exposure?"

"No sir!"

"Negative."

"Give us covering! Switch to regular ammunition and shoot any of those bastards you see!" He looked up at the Anselmians and picked up his megaphone again. "Hey! Let's take these bastards down!"

The CSFs began shooting at the retreating backs of the Alumno. Careful to keep himself behind the trucks, Tavish worked his way through the smoke over to humvee 6. The scene was eerie. Humvee 6's doors were open, and the portable fire extinguisher was missing. Continuing, Tavish saw a group of white figures. He raised his rifle and was about to shoot when he realized those were his men. They had been covered in a white powder. Two of them had the extinguisher and were frantically trying to put out four others, who were whacking at parts of their fatigues and ballistic armor that were burning with an incredibly bright flame. Tavish spotted two other men, doubled up and coughing. He made his way to them, picking up their discarded gas masks, and firmly shoved them back on their heads. He spoke to one of them.

"What the hell was that?"

Through sputters, the man replied, "*cough* I don't know sir *cough*, some king of *cough* incendiary smoke grenade *cough*."

"Where did they come from?"

"The just *cough* appeared behind us."

Tavish looked over at a particularly large patch of fire, near the burning men. He could just barely make out a circular manhole leading under the street, with the cover removed. "Shit."

Tavish grabbed one of the men who had just finished putting out the others.

"Get in humvee seven and wait for my instructions. "

"Yes sir."

Tavish grabbed another man. "How are they doing?"

"Some minor burns sir, but their armor and clothes got the brunt of it."

"Take the extinguisher and put out that large fire, then do the little ones."

"Yes sir."

Tavish ran over to the open manhole. With great effort he lifted the cover and replaced it, but not before throwing a teargas grenade inside. "That'll teach the bastards."

Tavish ran over to the merc in the humvee.

"I want you to put the left rear wheel on top of that manhole cover, understand?"

"You got it."

Tavish grabbed the man who had just finished mopping up the fires. "Are there any more manholes near us?"

"No sir, just the one."

Tavish got on the radio. "All sections, any manholes in the vicinity of your vehicles?"

"Negative."

"No sir."

"Good." Tavish switched to the Anselmian channel. "The cowards hit us from behind with some incendiary grenades. Take out as many of the bastards as you can see."

Tavish grabbed the men who had been burned, "You four, get in humvee one and return to the JCC." He turned to the men who had been caught with their masks off. "You two okay to fight?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Position yourselves again and watch for any movement, in front or in back this time."

"Roger."

As all sections continued to fire and throw teargas at the Alumno, one humvee backed up onto the manhole, while another sped away, back towards the financial district. Tavish got back on the radio. "Anselmians? Thanks for the tip about the manhole. Probably saved our skins from another attack. Have you been able to get in contact with the Beatus yet? They've been silent on our end."

[OOC: White Phosphorous is an incendiary weapon, your men are on fire right now.]

Official Message from the Aissurian Defense Department.

To: The Government of the Beatus
Encryption: 5 (Max Encryption)
RE: Extraction of Embassy Personal.


It has come to our attention that your country has had a major Power Outage. We currently have Embassy staff in The Beatus. Therefore we ask that we be allowed to send soldiers to extract our Personal. Thank you

(Message end.)

To Aissurian Defense Deptment,

The situation is under control. Your staff is in no danger at the embassy. The only danger would be your forces blundering through the poorly lit streets interfering with police, and humanitarian operations.

Signed,
General Roe Conn,
Commander
Emergency Beatusian Response Force

OOC: Firstly, this is an amazing, badass RP, well conducted on all sides.

Secondly, @ Beatus, how many people are in the Alumno crowd (or at least how many did we see before we got hit by a dastardly attack, clever bastard), and what type of armament are they carrying? I'm considering entering the HOB Embassy complex to attempt to rescue the Ambassador, but I'd like to know if you have other plans for the Alumno crowd besides having me cut them down on my way in. It would also be good to work out casualties for the crowd after the combined Yanitaria, Anselmus, and Gesford barrage that just happened.

[OOC: there are about 100 Alumno members. They are armed with M14's, and have a limited amount of AA, and AT weaponry. They also have sabers, and WP incendiary, and smoke grenades.]

Officer Corrie took out his flashlight, and looked around. "Wow, these must be the old Blue Line. If so, these tunnels are over 100 years old, oldest subway lines in the Beatus." The tunnel walls were black with soot. There were 3 sets of railroad tracks on the floor of the tunnel. Officer Corrie wiped some of the soot of the walls, reveling the stone walls.

Official message from the Aissurian Defense Department.


To: Emergency Beatusian Response Force
Encryption: 5 (Max Encryption.)
RE: Embassy staff.


We have decided not to send the aid. However, if the Staff is harmed we may hold the correct agency responsible. Thank you.

(Message end.)

2 kilometres from the prison on top of a hill under dense bush.

Max turned around and watched the prison came alive. Guards were running around, dogs barking and guns waving around.

"There goes a silent escape," laughed Max.

The group of 11 men went down the other side of the hill as the sight of the airfield came more and more clear. They went down along the dense bush trying to make as little noise as they could while hoping the dogs weren't loose.

Upon coming closer to the airfield, they could see the lights were down, gates were jammed shut and the only way through was either to cut through the fence or to go over the wire which will leave cuts and wounds.

The Stoklomolvi shells continued to fall, their explosions reverberating throughout the basement.

"I think we should get out of here before the house starts coming down around us," Kovel stammered as he looked around wide eyed at the old subway passage.

The started down the tunnel aided by the officers flashlight and the flicker of his lighter.

"I'd be happy to take command of your men, Mr. Tavish. As for the helo, we have one at our disposal. It's an Imperial Army EC-635 Caracal used by the embassy. We can load seven troops in there. I'll take my boys, plus two of yours, and we'll assault from the roof."

OOC: There may have been 100 to start with, but most are probably dead now.

A guard stood on the roof.

"Oi! Which watch!"

"Near twelve!"

"Such much?"

"To whom how..."

"Come up!"

The other guard climbed up the ladder. The first guard watched the explosions in the Boothbian embassy through binoculars.

"Have you seen any Beatusians?"

"No, I haven't seen nobody."

"Keep shooting."

"Using what?"

"Something!"

"I have nothing to shoot them howsoever-"

"Whatsoever."

"Whatsoeverblahhowsoever. I have nothing to shoot them howsoever, and I cannot shoot them to small pieces."

The ambassador called up to them.

"Stop speaking in mock Runglish and get down here! The mob's probably coming this way."

The guards ran down to the courtyard. They listened to fire crackling and people angrily yelling.

A guard stood on the roof.

"Oi! Which watch!"

"Near twelve!"

"Such much?"

"To whom how..."

"Come up!"

The other guard climbed up the ladder. The first guard watched the explosions in the Boothbian embassy through binoculars.

"Have you seen any Beatusians?"

"No, I haven't seen nobody."

"Keep shooting."

"Using what?"

"Something!"

"I have nothing to shoot them howsoever-"

"Whatsoever."

"Whatsoeverblahhowsoever. I have nothing to shoot them howsoever, and I cannot shoot them to small pieces."

The ambassador called up to them.

"Stop speaking in mock Runglish and get down here! The mob's probably coming this way."

The guards ran down to the courtyard. They listened to fire crackling and people angrily yelling.

The two guards from the roof, suddenly found that they had crossbow bolts in they're heads. Two boys with crossbows, stood at the gates laughing.

[OOC: White Phosphorous is an incendiary weapon, your men are on fire right now.]

OOC: I accounted for them being incendiary grenades as well as flash and smoke producers. The grenades landed behind one section of the group, not all of them, and body armor and uniforms (which today are often made to be fire-retardant) would take the brunt of the fire(see: White Phosphorus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Phosphorus)). Besides, we had a fire extinguisher on hand (which, as the article says, will counter WP because it deprives it of oxygen), and even then I lost half a section and probably one HMMWV to the damn things. A grenade isn't exactly a full-size incendiary bomb. If you really want us to not go into the embassy, just say so. We'll delay/decide not to for long enough for you to do what you're doing. It's your RP. Also, were there 100 members before or after the attacks? If before, how many casualties have been sustained? If not, same question. And while I really don't care much about this point, effective AA and AT weaponry is pretty hard to hide under a white robe.

Tavish considered the sergeants words. "Alright, take Foreman and Hohman. Strylowski and Adams were caught with their masks off in that last attack, so they may not be up to snuff." Tavish turned back towards the four remaining men in section 7. "Hohman! Foreman! Go with these men, you're under their command for the duration of this assault. Adams and Strylowski, reinforce six and eight." Tavish turned back towards Seabrook. "Good luck, sergeant." Tavish saluted the man, waited for it to be returned, and rejoined his men. "Section five! Retake section seven's position and everyone stay down! I saw rifles in that crowd before they hid in the Hob." Crouching behind his humvee, Tavish radioed the sniper team and simultaneously shouted orders to his men. "Everyone! Watch the windows, doors, and roof for activity! If they pop out, we need to be ready! And mantain situational awareness! We don't want to get hit from behind again!" Tavish put the handset back and raised his rifle, watching the embassy while keeping aware of everything around him.

[OOC: Beatus, how did they get inside? I said a few posts ago that the entire embassy was locked down.]

The Imperial Army EC-635 Caracal light helicopter alighted in the center of the street in front of the Anselmian Embassy, and waited while the seven soldiers loaded into the cabin. Once inside, the five Anselmian soldiers flipped down their night vision monocles and braced themselves for the short ride to the HOB embassy's roof.

The roof appeared deserted. The chopper came in fast, then pulled up short of the roof, hovering only a foot above it. The assault force jumped down and positioned themselves in 360-degree security. Once Seabrook ascertained the roof was indeed clear, they moved to their entry point. The sergeant, looking through his carbine's reflex scope, peeked quickly over the edge of the roof to see if anyone was on the balcony.

OOC: Uhhh, let's hold off on actually entering the building until we can get Beatus' OK on this. I just don't want to have to backtrack.

ooc: Once more sorry about any and all delys.
ic:"Well, first you will hit the hostages and this will happen>"*the largest man futs his pistol to the back of the childs head pulling the trigger, the young childs grey matter splatters the pavement.*"That is what will happen to the woman, and yuo will kill us which would suck but shite happens."*he says this with an insane cakle*

At the airfield at the south eastern side of the fence.

Captain Max could finally see how they were going to leave and it was going to go right.

"Right, Johnson, I want you to take a pair of Hunter's and get the codes from the control tower," started Max.

Johnson pulled out a book of codes and smiled.

"You beauty," smiled Max as he turned to the rest. "We'll use the liquid in the new bullets so we can cut the wire," Max pulled out a pistol bullet and took the top off. "Once it's cut we'll cloak, dash for the transport plane and fly back to Lynion. If we have to, we'll fight our way to the plane,"

The Lynion's watched as the only new bullet was opened, the napalm melted through the wire and the Lynion's cloaked themselves.

Running across the airfield making as little sound as possible, they ran across the airfield while watching the guards patrolling. They slide pass the boxes as they watched a few boxes being pass onto the hull of the plane. Max watched the pilots come inside the hull of plane.

"Me and Johnson will inpersonate the pilots. I want the rest of you to board the plane and wait for us," whispered Max.

Max and Johnson crept inside the hull of the plane where the guards were starting to leave. The plane was due to leave any second. They crept up to the pilots who were in a seperate room taking a smoke. The pair opened the door and quickly broke the pilots neck as they took off their uniforms and dressed up as in the pilots clothing. They locked the door as the guards gave them the thumbs up. It was time for the plane to leave. The other Lynion's had boarded and were hiding amongest the boxes while the door to the hull started to close.

"Just remember our training when we flew those transport carrier's," said Max.

They fired up the engines, open the codes book as they started to take off. Max briefly flicked through the code books realisng this would open part of the air defense system of the nation.

"I'm going to recommend you to the Assassian Battalion," said Captain Max as the plane started to take off.

Max gave a sigh of relief as they were starting to get some distance between them and the airfield. The only thing that had to worry about were the nation's air force coming after them.

Johnson gave a sigh of relief as some of the Lynion's wondered into the cockpit.

About two hours into the flight, they were about five kilometres from the air space of the nation they just escaped from. The Lynion's gave a sigh of relief and they could relax for awhile before they arrive at Lynion.

OOC: Dude, you're not even RPing with anybody but yourself.

Gesford, I agree, which is why they didn't actually enter the building yet, duh.

[OOC: Beatus, how did they get inside? I said a few posts ago that the entire embassy was locked down.]

[OOC: Nearby rooftop, they fired over the gate.]

OOC: I accounted for them being incendiary grenades as well as flash and smoke producers. The grenades landed behind one section of the group, not all of them, and body armor and uniforms (which today are often made to be fire-retardant) would take the brunt of the fire(see: White Phosphorus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_Phosphorus)). Besides, we had a fire extinguisher on hand (which, as the article says, will counter WP because it deprives it of oxygen), and even then I lost half a section and probably one HMMWV to the damn things. A grenade isn't exactly a full-size incendiary bomb. If you really want us to not go into the embassy, just say so. We'll delay/decide not to for long enough for you to do what you're doing. It's your RP. Also, were there 100 members before or after the attacks? If before, how many casualties have been sustained? If not, same question. And while I really don't care much about this point, effective AA and AT weaponry is pretty hard to hide under a white robe.

Tavish considered the sergeants words. "Alright, take Foreman and Hohman. Strylowski and Adams were caught with their masks off in that last attack, so they may not be up to snuff." Tavish turned back towards the four remaining men in section 7. "Hohman! Foreman! Go with these men, you're under their command for the duration of this assault. Adams and Strylowski, reinforce six and eight." Tavish turned back towards Seabrook. "Good luck, sergeant." Tavish saluted the man, waited for it to be returned, and rejoined his men. "Section five! Retake section seven's position and everyone stay down! I saw rifles in that crowd before they hid in the Hob." Crouching behind his humvee, Tavish radioed the sniper team and simultaneously shouted orders to his men. "Everyone! Watch the windows, doors, and roof for activity! If they pop out, we need to be ready! And mantain situational awareness! We don't want to get hit from behind again!" Tavish put the handset back and raised his rifle, watching the embassy while keeping aware of everything around him.

[OOC: sorry, didn't catch that, about the WP. Also, the AT, AA are those in the sewers behind you. By now there are about 75 left, in the HOB embassy.]

HOB Embassy

The men in the sewer knew they're job, and were waiting for the sign...

After five minutes in the embassy, smoke grenades were tossed out, to provide cover. As the smoke began to fill the area in front of the embassy, sniper fire targeted the Gesford commanders, from office buildings to the east. Then the Alumno of Beatus members rushed out of the embassy, toward the office buildings to the east, firing through the smoke. (They may be firing blindly, but they have a general idea of where your forces are, and there are many of them) As the last one exited the embassy compound, he pressed his trigger, and a violet explosion rocked the area, as the HOB embassy collapsed, in a pile of rubble.

The men in the sewer knew they're job, and were waiting for the sign...
OOC: Your men in the sewers got gassed, remember? You didn't mention anything about them having gasmasks, and with the HMMWV parked on the manhole (holding the cover down), and no more manholes or storm drains around, they can't do much. Also, if you're thinking of planting something on/shooting at the manhole cover, just try it. The explosion will be directed straight down, like a really big gun going off backwards.

With his men and the Anselmians on the ground, Tavish was waiting for just such a tactic. Not needing a command, the CSFs started shooting at all entrances the instant smoke grenades were tossed out, and heard cries of death and agony through the smoke as the Alumno rushed the embassy doors and straight into a hail of bullets, their own smoke blinding them.

In retaliation, the Alumno, all of them, had opened fire back at the CSFs and the sounds of bullets ricocheting of bulletproof doors and humvee chassis was deafening. Fortunately, the M14s they carried, precision weapons, were almost useless in this fog and firing blindly while running. Section eight, the rightmost section in the line, spotted snipers taking shots at Tavish, whom they had deduced was the commander of the CSFs.

Not taking any chances, Tavish quickly crouched behind the humvee, obscuring their LOS and and crawled over to section one, losing himself in their ranks. Thank god we don't wear rank on our uniforms and we're using radios and wearing gasmasks. Otherwise they'd probably have gotten me sooner.

A huge explosion rocked the street, and through the smoke Tavish could just barely make out the Hob, battered and on fire, crumble to the ground. Tavish quickly keyed his mic.

"SERGEANT SEABROOK! ANSELMIANS! STATUS?"

The two guards looked around and saw two boys sitting on the nearby roof, playing around with crossbows. Then, bolts flew and smacked them in their helmets, prompting them to pull out pistols and shoot at the boys.

"FIRE!"

The other guards pulled out AK-47s and started firing on the boys. Soon after, the ambassador ran inside the embassy.

"Requesting immediate support, we are under attack in the Beatus. Embassy."

A telecommunications officer back in Vladistov picked up.

"Affirmative. The 371st and 372nd Naval Flotillas have been sent to your location. ETA is two days."

He hung up.

"Two days?! Oh lord..."

Outside, the guards jumped into the armoured cars and started firing their AK-47s from the firing ports.

The two boys laughed at the inaccuracy of the embassy staffs fire, before entering the building, and running home for dinner.

The ambassador rushed out, only to see all of their shots missing. It was as if one of the boys was Luke Skywalker.

"Burn that building down!"

One of the guards ran into the embassy and came back out with a large barrel of petroleum. He stuck it in the ruined catapult, and pointed at it. The ambassador rushed over and quickly put the pieces together, and stuck a rag into the opening in the oil barrel. He lit this rag on fire, and launched the barrel over the embassy walls. In doing so, the catapult collapsed again, but the barrel exploded into the house that the boys were shooting from.

OOC: That's complete bullshit, but whatever.

IC:

Sergeant Kimberly was coldly firing his M110 sinper rifle into the mob of Beatusians charging the Gesfordian mercenaries. Next to him on the rooftop, both Captain Ivanov and his spotter, Corporal Patterson, were firing madly with their HK416. Patterson positioned himself crouching, then fired a couple M203 rounds at the smoke cloud. Chaos reigned in front of the embassy.
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Sergeant Seabrook returned to consciousness unable to move, and with a voice screaming in his ear. Opening his eyes, he realized he couldn't see. Whether he was blind or simply covered with something, he didn't know. His voice too weak to scream, all he could do was whisper into his headset.

"I'm here. Argh...What the fuck happened?"

OOC:I agree. So, in return, let's just say you got bumped on the head and you're all lying on the roof(which would be on top of the rubble).

Tavish was relieved to hear a voice on the other end of the set.

"Bomb, in the embassy. I'm sending section five to get you out." Tavish ordered the men over, with the ground troops providing cover. Soon, the eight man team, stepping over countless Alumno bodies, had lifted the seven soldiers who were lying, miraculously, on top of the wreckage, and brought them back into the safety of the Anselmian embassy. They then resumed their positions at the humvees. Tavish spoke into his mic again.

"Captain, it doesn't look like we'll be entering the embassy anytime soon. Permission to move our men and vehicles inside your embassy compound?"

Outside the HOB Embassy

Alumno of Beatus members were dropping left and right, but some made it through in the confusion of the explosion. They rushed down the block, and into the building the snipers were in. The sniper fire had stopped.

Tunnels Under the City

The tunnel was rocked by some sort of explosion, and the part they had just come through collapsed. "Looks like we're going this way now," officer Corrie said, leading them down the dirty tunnel. Moments later, they came to an intersection. "Well, I have no idea where we are, you want to pick a way to go?"

The fully loaded helicopter soared through the skies, very dark skies, of Beatus, rushing hurriedly for a small patch of land known as target 6. It had been preselected outside of Beatus as a potential landing site should an evacuation be necessary. Luckily it was nearby a large open field, on which one of the C-130 aircraft could land.

It didn't take long before the pilot announced they had left Beatus and were beginning their descent. Elaine sighed a breath of relief as she saw the tree tops rapidly approach. As the helicopter touched down, the co pilot got out, directing the staff to exit the aircraft. He opened some compartments, revealing his weapons, an AY-143 rifle and a large knife. Opening another he pulled out a rucksack, loaded with survival supplies for the ''team''.

He herded the group to a nearby log, which he stood on and spoke.

''As you all know, we have been forced to evacuate our embassy. You have all done evacuation drills at home, but this is not a drill. You must understand that we are now in unknown territory and we have objectives to meet. Legally I am now your leader as required per Orbathian doctrine. Now, provided you stay calm and follow me, I assure you we will be safe. Now please, affix these to your backs and follow me.''

He tossed each person a red glow stick with a special glue attached to it. He waited a second to give people a chance to attach the glow stick and headed into the woods, flash light and GPS in hand.

Orbathian Embassy to the Beatus
The guards were now defending one section of hallway which lead to the underground parking. If the embassy was breached, they would load into one or more of the vehicles and take off.

Ivanov observed his men being retrieved from the destruction through his binoculars, happy that they seemed to be fine.

"Permission is granted, sir. There should be ample space for your men and vehicles."

Down on the ground, a soldier engaged the automatic mechanism that opens the gate. The three soldiers in charge of the gate took positions in the street beyond to cover the incoming convoy.

Taking care to move the HMMWV on the manhole last, Tavish directed his men to move, section by section, inside the embassy with their vehicle. Finally, when everyone was through, he personally got in humvee seven and drove it as quickly as he could off the manhole and into the embassy.

Getting out, he smiled at the guard and walked into the embassy.

Safe at last.

Tavish spoke to the guard.

"I need to contact the JCC, and my radio is shot. Do you have one available? I also need to speak with the CO here, after I contact the VP."

Street Outside the HOB Embassy

All at once, the lights of the city flickered back on. The police helicopters, now able to better see, began calling in rioting, and looting, which were quickly broken up. The Fire Department arrived to put out any flames in the remains of the HOB embassy, and within minutes news helicopters were circling the Embassy District, surveying the damage.

Tunnel Under the City

The overhead lights in the tunnel, flickered on. "Oh, shit, no one move," Officer Corrie said, freezing. "If the lights are on, that means the third rail could be live, and trust me, we don't want no human barbecue."

Tunnels

Kovel froze as the lights flickered back on illuminating the rails. He looked up and down the intersection, and then back at Corrie.

"What now? Are there maintenance phones down here?"


HOB Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Charles Clark sat behind his desk. He had just come from a briefing with his Beatusian intelligence officers. He picked up his phone and tried the number of the Beatusian embassy in the HOB.

The Dragoon addressed by Tavish saluted and replied, "Sir, there's a radio in the guard shack right over here. As for the CO, he was on the roof, but now that everything seems to be in control, we can get him to come down." The spoke into his headset: "Captain Ivanov, sir. The Gesfordian commander wishes to speak with you."

"Roger that, Corporal. I'll be right down."
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Inside, Robert Chapman looked up from the book he was reading in his office as he heard the sound of the generator stop. Beside him, one of the guards was listening to a voice coming in on his headset.

"Sir, full power is restored, and the situation outside is stablized. We have minor-to-moderate injuries to five soldiers who participated in assault on the HOB embassy, which were sustained when the building collapsed. Lieutenant Perotta reports that the relief convoy is still en route to reinforce the embassy guard until permanent reinforcements are assigned."

Chapman nodded.

"Very well. Keep me informed."

"Yes, sir." The guard saluted and returned to his original position in the hallway.

Tavish thanked the guard and walked over to the shed. Seeing the radio, he tuned it to the proper channel and radioed the JCC.

"Dufresne?"

"Tavish, is that you?"

"Put French or Fiske on."

"Roger."

"Tavish, this is Fiske, go ahead."

"Right before we were about to assault, the Beatusians tried to rush out, and then demolish the building."

"Jesus."

"Luckily, the men performing an aerial assault were only moderately injured, being on the roof, and after action we confirmed many kills."

"The ambassador, what about the ambassador?"

Tavish took a deep breath.

"Sir, it is unlikely that, if he was in the building at the time of collapse, he survived."

"Dammit!" Tavish could hear something being struck.

"Sir, after I clear the situation with the CO here, I'm returning to the JCC. They provided able support and, after the collapse, offered their embassy as a safe area."

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Proceed back when you are finished."

"Tavish out."

Tavish put the handset down and walked back outside, to wait for the captain.

Tunnels

Kovel froze as the lights flickered back on illuminating the rails. He looked up and down the intersection, and then back at Corrie.

"What now? Are there maintenance phones down here?"


HOB Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Charles Clark sat behind his desk. He had just come from a briefing with his Beatusian intelligence officers. He picked up his phone and tried the number of the Beatusian embassy in the HOB.

Tunnels

"While right now, we try not to touch the middle rails, as they could be electrified, and we attempt to find an emergency escape hatch, somewhere," Said Officer Corrie.

HOB Ministry of Foreign Affairs

*Beep, beep, beep, the number you have dialed is no longer available, please check your number and dial again. If you wish to speak to customer service, press 1 now.*

Ivanov spotted Tavish just as he was coming out of the sentry shack. He approached the man and extended his hand.

"Ivanov. Second Dragoons."

Tunnels

Kolev nodded and taking care to give the rails a wide berth continued down the tunnel, arbitrarily choosing the path leading left. As he went he continued to look for a maintenance phone or hatch. Eventually he found a recess in the wall, where several valves and gauges were found, along with a phone box. Kolev opened the box and brought the phone to his ear hoping it was still connected.


HOB Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Clark swore to himself.

"Why the hell is the Beatusian embassy's phone off?" He asked out loud.

He hit the #1 on his phone and waited for assistance.

Tavish shook the man's hand.

"I'm sorry we couldn't save the ambassador. You're men were very lucky to have survived that explosion, and I would like you to give them my thanks, for being so willing to lend assistance. In the meantime my men and I need to get back to the JCC and report."

Tunnels

Kolev nodded and taking care to give the rails a wide berth continued down the tunnel, arbitrarily choosing the path leading left. As he went he continued to look for a maintenance phone or hatch. Eventually he found a recess in the wall, where several valves and gauges were found, along with a phone box. Kolev opened the box and brought the phone to his ear hoping it was still connected.


HOB Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Clark swore to himself.

"Why the hell is the Beatusian embassy's phone off?" He asked out loud.

He hit the #1 on his phone and waited for assistance.

Tunnels

*Ring... Ring... Ring... Ri, "Hello?"

HOB Ministry of Foreign Affairs

*Automated Voice, "You've reached the Beatusian Embassy Telecommunications Network. If you are calling concerning visas, press 1. If you are calling concerning the arrest of a Beatusian Citizen, press 2. If you cannot speak English, press 3. If you wish to talk to a real person, press 1-800-cars-4kidz."

Tavish shook the man's hand.

"I'm sorry we couldn't save the ambassador. You're men were very lucky to have survived that explosion, and I would like you to give them my thanks, for being so willing to lend assistance. In the meantime my men and I need to get back to the JCC and report."

"Of course. I understand. God protect you, and I hope to see you again."

*Ring... Ring... Ring... Ri, "Hello?"

Tunnels

Hello? Yes? This is an emergency, I am going to put you on with a police officer."

Kovel handed the phone to Corrie.

HOB Ministry of Foreign Affairs

*Automated Voice, "You've reached the Beatusian Embassy Telecommunications Network. If you are calling concerning visas, press 1. If you are calling concerning the arrest of a Beatusian Citizen, press 2. If you cannot speak English, press 3. If you wish to talk to a real person, press 1-800-cars-4kidz."

Clark hung up the phone and dialed the number for the Yanitarian embassy in Nova Zembella.

"As do I." Tavish quickly saluted, then directed his men to the vehicles. HMMWV 6 had sustained some minor damage from the WP, but repairs would not be difficult. Once the men were loaded up, the black convoy drove back out into the streets, towards the financial district.

Captain Ivanov saluted the departing convoy and watched as his men closed the gate behind the Gesfordians. He turned around and headed back inside, intending to speak to the Ambassador. It had been a long day.

[ooc: lol guys, thanks for trying to excavate my ambassador from the collapsed house...]

Outside the HOB Embassy

The three HOB security officers who had escaped out the back of the compound limped down the street towards the Anselmusians. The Chief had lost a lot of blood from his side and needed to be supported by the other two. One called out to the Anselmusians to bring a medic.

ooc: lol guys, thanks for trying to excavate my ambassador from the collapsed house...

OOC: Firstly, we don't have any digging equipment. Secondly, the house didn't just collapse, it was demolished by an explosion intent on destroying it. I don't think anyone would survive that. Thirdly, we technically invaded Beatus soil to come and get him. I'm not pushing my luck, especially when the authorities are around and better equipped to deal with dragging someone out of the ruins. Besides, he's fine anyway, what's the problem.

ooc: no problem, I was just busting your guys' chops.

OOC: Oh, sorry bout the tirade.

OOC: Haha, Gesford. Boothby started with "lol," you know. I don't think he's THAT passive aggressive...

IC:

The Corporal of the guard looked up, startled, as he heard the call for a medic from the streed. Quickly glancing around, he located the source of the call in the three Boothbians staggering towards the gate. Raising his rifle at the trio, he ordered the private with him to summon a medic on the radio. Turning back to the Boothbians, he called out to them.

"Stop where you are! Help is on the way, but first identify yourselves and do not approach the gate further!"

A second private, also raising his HK416, whispered to the corporal, "Corp, it looks like they're Boothbians, man."

Outside of Beatus

The co pilot, ambassador and staff members made a short trek through the closely bunched together trees which as they had been walking began to thin, making room for a tall, lush, meadow like grass. Unfortunatly for the co pilot, even with the light of his flashlight, someone had managed to trip on a tree root and he was now stuck piggy backing them through the forest. It was important that they moved quickly, knowing full well that if they missed their ride, it wouldn't be until the morning before a search and rescue team arrived.

As he stepped into a massive field, shining his flashlight beam across the grass, his GPS beeped, signaling his arrival at his destination. He set the injured women slowly onto the ground, instructed everyone to sit close and swung his ruck sack off of his back and began digging through a pocket. He pulled from it many infrared flares. He walked along the edge of the field and began laying down flares, creating a landing strip for the C-130 which would hopefully be arriving soon.

Just as he finished and walked back over to the group, instructing them to drink their ''electrolyte drinks'', he could see, high in the sky, three groups of blinking red lights. Sure enough, one group broke off from the other two and began descending. He instructed the group to head back into the woods, trying to put some distance between them and the makeshift runway in case something went wrong.

From deeper in the woods the group watched as the aircraft slowly touched down, crashing through the trees, bumping along and finally coming to a stop. As the group headed back towards the runway, they could see a platoon of soldier separating, some taking positions around the aircraft while others and a medical team headed towards the group.

The injured woman was placed onto a litter and the group was escorted into the bowels of the massive plane. Slowly but surely the aircraft lurched forward, picking up speed until it took off into the sky.

Approaching Beatus
The other two groups of light, two more C-130 aircraft began bombarding Beatus with radio transmissions on every channel. They even tried morse code. They needed to alert the Beatus of their arrival or risk being shot down.

OOC: Hey Beatus, what about the group that was outside my embassy, I've still got guards inside.

The two Imperial Air Force C-130Js were cleared to land and touched down one after the other at Edwardo Listless International Airport, just outside the City of the Blessed. LtC Briganti was first off the lead aircraft, and began directing offloading of his men and equipment near the Leonis Airways maintenance hangar. With all 50 Imperial Guard loaded up in a collection of 2.5 ton trucks, Land Rover Wolfs, and Panther CLVs, the convoy headed out an airport gate and proceeded towards the embassy district.

The Corporal of the guard looked up, startled, as he heard the call for a medic from the streed. Quickly glancing around, he located the source of the call in the three Boothbians staggering towards the gate. Raising his rifle at the trio, he ordered the private with him to summon a medic on the radio. Turning back to the Boothbians, he called out to them.

"Stop where you are! Help is on the way, but first identify yourselves and do not approach the gate further!"

A second private, also raising his HK416, whispered to the corporal, "Corp, it looks like they're Boothbians, man."

The two men supporting their chief halted, their weapons were slung behind their backs. While one of the guards lower the chief to the ground, the other raised his hands in a sign of peace and shouted,

"Sergeant Halsette, HOB security detail sir! We have a man with internal bleeding, heavy shrapnel damage!"

The two Dragoons lowered their weapons as the private ran to open the pedestrian gate. At this point, a medic and another soldier sprinted out of the main embassy building, across the courtyard, and out the gate. The medic called out to the sentries as he ran past.

"Get an ambulance!"

The medic slid to the ground next to the wounded soldier, pulling his bag off his shoulder. "We'll stabilize him here, and wait for the ambulance."