NationStates Jolt Archive

Shai, the Imperial Capital of The Ryou Black Islands. It was here that The meeting between The members of The Save The Furries Allaince was to be held.

Pope Nicloeus Was to be The Ryou Delagate, and all Shaiese (People of Shai.) were putting up welcome posters for the Allaince Delegates.

Any Plans to ruin The Talks would be ruined by the thight Protection. The Imperial Naval Police were patroling The Streets and The Imperial Postal Survice was also cheeking all Letters for anthrax or Bombs.

The Meeting would start when The delegates came.

AHSCA felt it would be appropriate to send a delegate from Animalpolis to the meeting. It wasn't Lady Haruhi her self, but it was one. Dressed in a very light and breezy kimono. "Consolata Yuri Nagano of the United Island States of AHSCA." She bowed

AHSCA felt it would be appropriate to send a delegate from Animalpolis to the meeting. It wasn't Lady Haruhi her self, but it was one. Dressed in a very light and breezy kimono. "Consolata Yuri Nagano of the United Island States of AHSCA." She bowed

Pope Nicoleus Bowed back to Miss Nagano.

Robert Plant was the diplomat being sent. He wasn't always a diplomat though, he had served years and years in the United Grestonian Armed Forces. He was first in an artillary regiment but didn't take that to be his calling. He was reinstated into the Infantry and loved it when he got to blow the brains out of communist bastards at The nation of The Latin Peoples. He was suppoused to serve in the Ryou lead war on DoubleWideville but the war ceased before he was deployed, luckily for him. He decided to get into politics after that because there was less of a risk of being killed in it then in war service. But there was its perks, much like the time three foreign diplomats and 7 armed guards were murdered during the Hegemony Ball from the Grestonian Delegation. He had 22 guards accompanying him, all Imperial Reds only in red suits much like the fictional Royal Guard from the fictional nation called Britian. They were armed with two Glock 17s each and one AK-104 per guard for the protection. They also had service swords but they weren't used for fighting.

Robert always carried three of his own favorite brands of pistols, one Glock 17, and two Colt Pistols.

Sakura Yamamoto was wearing a pale blue kimono with a gold obi and looking like a busy diplomat. Her starfleet aid Lt Commander Hoshiko Sato was younger and wore the standard red wrap over jacket, black skirt and thigh high black boots of the Exploration fleet.

She also had a Walter PPK in a hip holster and wicked looking long dagger on her left hip as well. One that looked like it wasn't just for show.

Sakura bowed when she seen the Pope followed by her aide bowing. They had no other guards with them.

She introduced herself saying "I'm Ambassador Sakura Yamamoto of Neo Kirisubo. My associate is Lt Commander Sato of the Neo Kirisuban Exploration Fleet."

(I'll assume you have accepted me into the Alliance. I have applied)

Mai had arrived in port and was taken right to the Center. "Mai Minase, from the Principality of Kurona." She bowed and took her seat.

Sakura Yamamoto was wearing a pale blue kimono with a gold obi and looking like a busy diplomat. Her starfleet aid Lt Commander Hoshiko Sato was younger and wore the standard red wrap over jacket, black skirt and thigh high black boots of the Exploration fleet.

She also had a Walter PPK in a hip holster and wicked looking long dagger on her left hip as well. One that looked like it wasn't just for show.

Sakura bowed when she seen the Pope followed by her aide bowing. They had no other guards with them.

She introduced herself saying "I'm Ambassador Sakura Yamamoto of Neo Kirisubo. My associate is Lt Commander Sato of the Neo Kirisuban Exploration Fleet."

Nicoleus Bowed to her in the Known Ryou Greeting.

While Out side The Imperial Congress was surrounded by Imperial Army troops, inside had no body guards, not any that could be seen that is.

(I'll assume you have accepted me into the Alliance. I have applied)

Mai had arrived in port and was taken right to the Center. "Mai Minase, from the Principality of Kurona." She bowed and took her seat.

OOC: yes you are.

IC: Nicoleus Bowed back.

Robert walked in. He wasn't bowed at but he didn't care. It was a false Pope, Robert had seen the real Pope, the real Pope was one of Pope Peter-Thomas Aquantias from Valtican City. He was dressed in a suit and a red tie which boasted a pin of the seal. He took his seat. Two guards stayed by the door, another two at one end of the table, two at the front of the table, and the other four behind him.

Entering the hall after being greeted both Kirisuban ladies took their places in the meeting and waited for the start of it.

This would set the direction, aims and the first tasks for the Alliance so they'd give this their best shot.

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The sniper was frustrated. All this bowing was making it hard for him to get a bead on the pope.

The sniper was frustrated. All this bowing was making it hard for him to get a bead on the pope.

The Sniper should have known that He wasn't alone. a group of Statues that was on the roofs of all Building near the Imperial Congress. These were not there before.

The Doors opened and in came the Empress her self, Empress Isabella, with her Imperial Guards around her.

(OOC: I kind of intended it as a joke because it was RPed so badly, but I suppose I can run with it. Keep in mind this guy isn't Resian though, he's just some wackjob who didn't get enough hugs and wants attention. Resicorp officially hates the major players on both sides of the furry debate and as such has relegated itself to aggressive neutrality.)

Furries. Filthy, filthy furries. Jones Lee hated them, considered them subhuman. They had taken his job, and in his twisted, drug-addled mind he seemed to remember them killing his father.

No matter. The world would finally pay attention to him now. They would see the evil of furries the way he did, and he'd have a dead public official to show for it.

The sunlight gleamed off the wood finish of his Mosin-Nagant scoped bolt-action rifle. When he saw it at the gun show, he knew he had to have it. He sold his car for this gun, and polished it every night in his dingy one-room apartment in the slums. Having scaled the backside of the building carrying the gun in a duffel strapped to his back, narrowly avoiding patrols, he was now set up, perched on the roof of this vacant small office building, targeting a pope who seemed all too eager to keep bending down and standing up.

Filthy, filthy pope. He would pay for his sins.

Finally, the pope was lined up in his sights. The muscle relaxants he took had kicked in, he was able to aim the rifle easily, and felt calm. Relaxed.

No remorse.

A loud crack echoed through the brightly lit day. Jones cackled in victory as his gun fired, and said a silent prayer that his shot ring true.

(OOC: I kind of intended it as a joke because it was RPed so badly, but I suppose I can run with it. Keep in mind this guy isn't Resian though, he's just some wackjob who didn't get enough hugs and wants attention. Resicorp officially hates the major players on both sides of the furry debate and as such has relegated itself to aggressive neutrality.)

Furries. Filthy, filthy furries. Jones Lee hated them, considered them subhuman. They had taken his job, and in his twisted, drug-addled mind he seemed to remember them killing his father.

No matter. The world would finally pay attention to him now. They would see the evil of furries the way he did, and he'd have a dead public official to show for it.

The sunlight gleamed off the wood finish of his Mosin-Nagant scoped bolt-action rifle. When he saw it at the gun show, he knew he had to have it. He sold his car for this gun, and polished it every night in his dingy one-room apartment in the slums. Having scaled the backside of the building carrying the gun in a duffel strapped to his back, narrowly avoiding patrols, he was now set up, perched on the roof of this vacant small office building, targeting a pope who seemed all too eager to keep bending down and standing up.

Filthy, filthy pope. He would pay for his sins.

Finally, the pope was lined up in his sights. The muscle relaxants he took had kicked in, he was able to aim the rifle easily, and felt calm. Relaxed.

No remorse.

A loud crack echoed through the brightly lit day. Jones cackled in victory as his gun fired, and said a silent prayer that his shot ring true.

Just as he fired the Shot, one of the Statues jumped on Him, Throwing off The Robe. It was not Statue, they were all Humans and Nekos. Members of The NinjaOps, The Empire's Special Forces.

More of The Ninjas soon showed them selves, grabbing Jones.

The Pope was hit as he went down, The Room was filled with Imperial Guards The Imperial Naval Police were running all around outside. to try and make sure the the Sniper would not escape.

Jones struggled viciously. His mind couldn't comprehend where these figures came from, they seemed to leap from the shadows.

His lovingly-polished Mosin-Nagant hit the ground at his feet, hard. Too hard. It was a Soviet gun, and an incredibly durable one, but it was too much for it.

The wooden stock snapped in two, and so did Jones Lee's mind.

"YOU KILLED HER!" he shrieked, and with a spasm in his lower-right arm produced a small six-shot stub-nose revolver from his sleeve.

Flailing around, he fired three shots off in any direction he could aim his arm.

Laughing hysterically as the ninjas held on to him, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he had shot himself in the upper left arm with one of these, but that somehow didn't matter to his psychopathic, adrenaline-pumping brain.

Jones struggled viciously. His mind couldn't comprehend where these figures came from, they seemed to leap from the shadows.

His lovingly-polished Mosin-Nagant hit the ground at his feet, hard. Too hard. It was a Soviet gun, and an incredibly durable one, but it was too much for it.

The wooden stock snapped in two, and so did Jones Lee's mind.

"YOU KILLED HER!" he shrieked, and with a spasm in his lower-right arm produced a small six-shot stub-nose revolver from his sleeve.

Flailing around, he fired three shots off in any direction he could aim his arm.

Laughing hysterically as the ninjas held on to him, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he had shot himself in the upper left arm with one of these, but that somehow didn't matter to his psychopathic, adrenaline-pumping brain.

the Ninjas started Draging him off the Roof and down the Stairs to The street, were 40 Sailors, armed with Mini-14s started Disarming him, takeing all weapons. Then out came Two Isabellas, one being the Real one and The other, takeing The wig off, was no other then The Neko General, Naya Mewsyu.

"Well, Well, a terrorist." Naya said, then slaped him the The face, claws out. "You are Under Arrest! Take him to Nankong!" She said.

Jones was beyond insane at this point. The amount of illicit substances in his bloodstream mixed with the pure adrenaline in his veins sent him into a frenzy.

Letting out an inhuman, ghastly wail, Jones clawed and bit and scratched and punched and kicked anything and everything he could. A man possessed, he was frothing at the mouth and completely animalistic.

...

Jones stopped. Spittle dripped from his mouth to the ground as he slumped over, head hung. He gripped his chest so hard his shirt and flesh tore, his fingernails bled.

Jones Lee's arms drooped. He stopped moving completely, and became limp in the arms of the ninjas. Cause of death: heart attack, most likely attributed to his illegal substance use and shock after being shot.

The stub-nose fell from his right hand to the ground and discharged one last time. The power of the shot sent it sliding across the pavement into the remains of Jones' beloved Mosin-Nagant, where it came to a rest.

Its master was dead. The fight was over.

So that is how they've got it set up.

Robert watched as the sniper was tackled and beaten. The Pope fell and he supressed a laugh.

Damn bastard had it coming.

Robert looked at similiar statues in the room. Once seeing them outside he knew what the differences were. They then seemed to look stupid. Robert patted his Glock at his side for comfort and cleared his throat. He went over to the empress of Ryou and said to her.

"That was very unnerving. Can I please call in some more Imperial Red Guards for protection?"

Sakura knew this was not how the conference was supposed to procede. She silently prayed to the Kami that the pope would live.

They were more like humanoids with the same motivations and flaws than gods but these spiritual beings could help all the same.

So she sat at the table quietly knowing the local forces could deal with this. she was unarmed but her aide wasn't and the honour dagger wasn't just for show.

The Final Frontier, AKA Space

FCS-12 flew overhead, following standard satellite routes. It was known as a civilian communications satellite only relating to the GWO in the fact that many TV broadcasts come from it, and it was made in the GWO. Even still, it was not labeled to any nation. Many other nations received communications from it as well. But this satellite also had some other features. It served as a spy satellite, and carried three "Pepper Bomb" shells, which were cylinders that would burn up when they were within about 4,000 feet of the target. The result would be the release of numerous explosive balls about the size of ping pong balls. Each of these balls had blast radii of about 10 feet each, but they made up for the small area of effect with their numbers. Each shell contained about 500 of these little explosive balls, for a total of 1500 in the satellite. These were put on Standby.

The Spire, Magna Polis

GRIFFITH-II stood in the Orbital Weapons Command Center, watching the main screen. He could see the building in which the Pro-Furries were in. "Satellite Ready To Fire" was visible on the screen. A diagram of the Satellite in space was visible, and a military satellite was within firing range of the Ryou. This wasn't the GWO's satellite, but it would serve as a fine decoy.

"Prepare the first shell. Ready, Aim," said the Grand Commander. A reticule went over the building.

"Fire."

The first shell slowly gained speed as it was guided directly towards the target. The wind would definitely change the course of the balls, but not by much, and the spread covered enough area for it to not matter much.

The shell was hurling towards the planet at extreme speeds, and then it was gone. Instead, hundreds of little black balls hurled towards the area in which the meeting was taking place. Obviously, a radar signal was seen while the shell was intact, and the balls could be detected as well. The attack would most likely either be identified towards the owner of the nearby military satellite, or to another, bolder nation.

"Shell has disintegrated, another one has been prepared, sir," said one of the men manning the Orbital Weapons Center in the Spire.

ooc: GWO you do realise theres a Neo Kirisuban armed starship in Earth's orbit?

They'll be able to put the satelite out of action.

((OOC: The thread that regards to me is in PMT. And even still, this thread has no actual labeling, so it is safe to assume that it is MT. Starships don't exist in those two timelines, except for unarmed craft in late PMT. But, I'm Early PMT, so even that won't fly well.))

We support the Anti furries. Anyone who makes Ryou mad, and pissess off The Whore, we support!

((OOC: The thread that regards to me is in PMT. And even still, this thread has no actual labeling, so it is safe to assume that it is MT. Starships don't exist in those two timelines, except for unarmed craft in late PMT. But, I'm Early PMT, so even that won't fly well.))

ooc:

It won't stop the ambassador beaming up and she and her aide live on that starship so its certainly there. I'm FT and I've never hid that in the RP's I do.

Still we'll see what Ryou does or says about this attack.

ooc:

It won't stop the ambassador beaming up and she and her aide live on that starship so its certainly there. I'm FT and I've never hid that in the RP's I do.

Still we'll see what Ryou does or says about this attack.

((OOC: Forcing FT onto PMT, MT, or PT roleplayers is labeled as godmoding unless the thread is marked as FT, or if the other RPer says it is ok.))

ooc: I won't stop the first shell since there wouldn't be time to stop it.

However an attack on the conference is still Ryou's call since its their thread.

OOC: More to the point, if the starship fires on TGWO's satellite, I'm more or less obligated to respond with my own starships, and that would not sit well for your planets.

((OOC: Not only can Bryn Shander use a spacefleet, I myself can go into FT and unleash the Grand Multiversal Order upon the meeting, which would not go too well.))