NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:Don't come here unless you've signed up. Where you ask? TOO LATE! Shoulda done it when you had the chance. *Puts nose up in the air*

"Marcus? Marcus!"
"HUH!? What?" Marcus woke up with a start, stretching against his chair. Chair? He thought Oh God, I fell asleep in a meeting again! "Were you listening Marcus?" The fat, balding man asked, his only eye seeming to pierce right through him. "Erm, Oh yes sir! I heard every word, just,uh, closing my eyes for a minute!" Marcus quickly stuttered, siting up in the stiff chair, uncomfortable despite the cheap padding. "I'm sure. See me after the meeting."

After everyone had left, Marcus' boss started in a dull monotone. "Mr.Tullius, you seem to think that the welfare of this company is not important, that you can just sleep and get paid for it. This has happened several times, and despite your excellent performance, we have to... Downsize you."

"And Thine glory for ever and ever, amen." Marcus sighed. A knock at his door. "Hey Mark! You haven't paid your rent! It's two weeks overdue! I need you out, or the money now!" Looking around, he searched his wallet. Ten tiosles. Not nearly enough for his rent. Opening the door, he looked at his landlord with the most despairing expression he could. "Please sir, I just lost my job today, just give me another week I-" "I gotta eat too kid. Pack your things and leave." Looking at the bare room, Marcus asked "Pack what?"

7808 Greenwood Rd. , Embassy of the Commonwealth of Free United States

"Michael, you're gonna be late," his mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

"I know," he said as he descended the stairwell of the Main Hall. He hated the decadence of the Embassy, but the State Department thought it would reflect the Commonwealth's ideals. He thought they were just overcompensating for something.

"Got everything?" his mother asked as he leapt the last five steps and landed at her feet.

"Yeah, yeah," he answered, slinging his pack over his shoulder and getting his left arm into the sleeve of his black riding jacket. "Look, I might be a bit late, I was gonna swing by town on my way home."

"Just be safe," she reminded him, "And let us know if you'll be late for dinner, okay?"

"Sure, ma," Michael assured her. He stormed down the hall and towards the door. Just as he swung it open, his father called him.

"Michael, wait a moment," the Ambassador called.

"Sorry, I'm gonna be late," he called back, slamming the door as he sprinted down the stone steps. He hurried to his motorcycle, a black Suzuki Hayabusa. He turned the ignition and gunned the engine, revving as he bolted through the open gates of the compound. He could hear the curses of the FSO agents, but he simply turned on his MP3 and locked down the visor of his helmet.

A few weeks in CM and Michael still hated it. Coming to a fork in the road, he decided against going to school and headed into town instead. He didn't really have a destination in mind, but he decided anything was better than the local school. It took a while to get to the city, but it was worth it. In the desolate nothingness of the Embassy, the bustle and hubub was a welcome distraction. He parked his cycle and took off down the sidewalk, wandering the streets carelessly.

Timothy Virgil Gregorius walked out of the international airport, dressed in a white hooded robe, with gold trim, with a camera hanging from his neck, and a tourist guide in his hands. He was able to get out of the airport quicker than most on his flight, as he had no luggage to slow him down. He looked around at the surroundings of the airport, and snapped a few photos.

7808 Greenwood Rd. , Embassy of the Commonwealth of Free United States

"Michael, you're gonna be late," his mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

"I know," he said as he descended the stairwell of the Main Hall. He hated the decadence of the Embassy, but the State Department thought it would reflect the Commonwealth's ideals. He thought they were just overcompensating for something.

"Got everything?" his mother asked as he leapt the last five steps and landed at her feet.

"Yeah, yeah," he answered, slinging his pack over his shoulder and getting his left arm into the sleeve of his black riding jacket. "Look, I might be a bit late, I was gonna swing by town on my way home."

"Just be safe," she reminded him, "And let us know if you'll be late for dinner, okay?"

"Sure, ma," Michael assured her. He stormed down the hall and towards the door. Just as he swung it open, his father called him.

"Michael, wait a moment," the Ambassador called.

"Sorry, I'm gonna be late," he called back, slamming the door as he sprinted down the stone steps. He hurried to his motorcycle, a black Suzuki Hayabusa. He turned the ignition and gunned the engine, revving as he bolted through the open gates of the compound. He could hear the curses of the FSO agents, but he simply turned on his MP3 and locked down the visor of his helmet.

A few weeks in CM and Michael still hated it. Coming to a fork in the road, he decided against going to school and headed into town instead. He didn't really have a destination in mind, but he decided anything was better than the local school. It took a while to get to the city, but it was worth it. In the desolate nothingness of the Embassy, the bustle and hubub was a welcome distraction. He parked his cycle and took off down the sidewalk, wandering the streets carelessly.

A large man in a yellow coat, undoubtedly an officer of the first battalion, bumped into Micheal. "HEY! Watch where yer goin' punk!" The officer shouted loudly and raucously, directing much attention to Micheal. A police officer quickly walked over to Micheal. "ID please." The cop muttered coldly, a stare filled with daggers pointed at Micheal...

A large man in a yellow coat, undoubtedly an officer of the first battalion, bumped into Micheal. "HEY! Watch where yer goin' punk!" The officer shouted loudly and raucously, directing much attention to Micheal. A police officer quickly walked over to Micheal. "ID please." The cop muttered coldly, a stare filled with daggers pointed at Micheal...

"Here ya go," Michael said calmly, displaying his foreign diplomatic ID.

ooc: um, idk, did u say we had diplomatic immunity?

It's not every day you do something like this. Peter thought staring out at the ground that was rapidly approaching the bottom of the plane. Exactly twenty four hours ago he had packed all of his worldly possessions into a duffel bag and a backpack. Exactly sixteen hours ago he set fire to his family's ranch in a drunken stupor.

When the plane arrived at the gate, the fact that Peter hadn't thought too hard about the ramifications of leaving The Community didn't really bother him. Probably because the whiskey and the valium hadn't quite worn off yet. He was in a haze as he got off the plane, and he clumsily fumbled with his baggage as he searched for his passport in the customs line...

"Here ya go," Michael said calmly, displaying his foreign diplomatic ID.

ooc: um, idk, did u say we had diplomatic immunity?

OOC: Class one and two crimes, so in this case: Yes.

The officer glanced at the ID card. "Sixteen. Yer of legal age, IF you had citizenship here 'Micheal'. I'm sure yer father'll be pleased at this one." The police officer grabbed Micheal by his neck and started escorting him towards the police cruiser.

It's not every day you do something like this. Peter thought staring out at the ground that was rapidly approaching the bottom of the plane. Exactly twenty four hours ago he had packed all of his worldly possessions into a duffel bag and a backpack. Exactly sixteen hours ago he set fire to his family's ranch in a drunken stupor.

When the plane arrived at the gate, the fact that Peter hadn't thought too hard about the ramifications of leaving The Community didn't really bother him. Probably because the whiskey and the valium hadn't quite worn off yet. He was in a haze as he got off the plane, and he clumsily fumbled with his baggage as he searched for his passport in the customs line...

A customs official calmly walked up to Peter, and shook him by the shoulder. "Hey, buddy, you OK?" Staring at him suspiciously for a moment, he inquired "You on drugs? You *do* relieze that all drugs are subject to tariff, right? RIGHT?" He shook Peter again.

OOC: Class one and two crimes, so in this case: Yes.

The officer glanced at the ID card. "Sixteen. Yer of legal age, IF you had citizenship here 'Micheal'. I'm sure yer father'll be pleased at this one." The police officer grabbed Micheal by his neck and started escorting him towards the police cruiser.



A customs official calmly walked up to Peter, and shook him by the shoulder. "Hey, buddy, you OK?" Staring at him suspiciously for a moment, he inquired "You on drugs? You *do* relieze that all drugs are subject to tariff, right? RIGHT?" He shook Peter again.

"For what? Walking?" Michael demanded. "And 16 is legal age in the Motherland too, ya know. Buy an atlas."

"For what? Walking?" Michael demanded. "And 16 is legal age in the Motherland too, ya know. Buy an atlas."

"Truancy." He said simply.An explosion could be heard in the distance, the officer's radio buzzed to life "Need backup, suspect may be 1314, one moment, confirmed, is 1314, I repeat NEED BACKUP!" The officer grabbed his radio "Unit 544 coming in, hold your ground until directed otherwise." Turning to Micheal, he said "I'll let you go this time, I've got something far worse then truancy here!" He quickly got into his police cruiser and sped off...

"Truancy." He said simply.An explosion could be heard in the distance, the officer's radio buzzed to life "Need backup, suspect may be 1314, one moment, confirmed, is 1314, I repeat NEED BACKUP!" The officer grabbed his radio "Unit 544 coming in, hold your ground until directed otherwise." Turning to Micheal, he said "I'll let you go this time, I've got something far worse then truancy here!" He quickly got into his police cruiser and sped off...

Sweet, Michael thought as the officer sped away. Whoever this 1314 he had to buy him a drink or something sometime. As he turned to get back to his bike, a man in jeans and a faded leather jacket bowled him over.

"Sorry, kid," the dirty-blonde stranger said over his shoulder as he sprinted down the street. Michael wasn't sure, but he was sure the man was carrying a two-tone pistol.

ooc: cameos, yay!

OOC: 1314'll be more then a cameo, trust me. As long as there aren't any cops or government officials around, he's a apathetic guy. He just doesn't care about you, just give me a smoke and drink bartender, and get outta my way. :p. And yes, I remember him :D

"Hey, young man! Some change please?" Marcus motioned towards Micheal with a large slushie drink cup. "Anything to spare for a man who's out on his luck? Eh? Vos narro latin? English?"

OOC: 1314'll be more then a cameo, trust me. As long as there aren't any cops or government officials around, he's a apathetic guy. He just doesn't care about you, just give me a smoke and drink bartender, and get outta my way. :p. And yes, I remember him :D

"Hey, young man! Some change please?" Marcus motioned towards Micheal with a large slushie drink cup. "Anything to spare for a man who's out on his luck? Eh? Vos narro latin? English?"

"Te govarish Ruski, yazik?" Michael asked, trying to use language barrier as an excuse not to hand out some change.

"Est tu non-cogitare tu incommodus parvulus!" Marcus realized exactly what he was doing but couldn't do a thing about it. Well, other then yell at him in Latin. Sighing, he looked into the cup. Counting the change, he found three lousy tiosles. "Why are you still here, eh? Go, run off tu corrumpo fossor"

"Est tu non-cogitare tu incommodus parvulus!" Marcus realized exactly what he was doing but couldn't do a thing about it. Well, other then yell at him in Latin. Sighing, he looked into the cup. Counting the change, he found three lousy tiosles. "Why are you still here, eh? Go, run off tu corrumpo fossor"

"Kulterney mudak," Michael added, tossing a Commonwealth 20-liore at him.

OOC: just out of curiousity, what language is that?

ooc: russian, because my country is based off of the USSR...sorta. except the whole 'Stalin' thing

OOC: just out of curiousity, what language is that?

ooc: i bumped your question, w/ my reply...so, it's back on pg. 1

ooc: russian, because my country is based off of the USSR...sorta. except the whole 'Stalin' thing
Ah.
ooc: i bumped your question, w/ my reply...so, it's back on pg. 1
Don't worry, I use the forty posts per page thing, so I don't have to worry about that :p.

"Yi. Still got the daily special?" Marcus asked, tired out from all the wear and tear living on a sidewalk put onto him. "Hey Marcus why of course I have-... Wow. You look like Merda! What happened?" Marcus gave him the Commonwealth piece. "What's this worth? I'm starved." Looking at it closely, Sexta looked back up. "More then our Tiosle, then again, the Yen is worth more then our Tiosle." She smiled. "Alright, alright just give me the special." "Here it is, rat-tail soup, from the finest sewers in the world." Marcus greedily dug in, savoring every bit...

OOC: Last post for tonight.

Amelia had woken up at 5:45 that morning; it was a habit that she had gotten into over the years thanks to her dreary long commutes. She had woken up and started making her breakfast; oh how she wished she had one of the cooks back home create that lovely Eggs Benedict - but she was now living in a different land, a land where she wouldn't have much money.

Amelia cracked the eggs and started frying at the same time as putting the toast in the toaster. While the eggs were frying, Amelia was checking her e-mails. As usual, it was the couple of e-mails from Becky, an old university friend and the normal, stay safe e-mail from her father. Amelia and Becky had been good friends, although their friendship had been strained over the last few months when Becky's boyfriend had tried to cheat on her with Amelia - ah well, bygones are bygones, Amelia thought as the toast popped. She grabbed her eggs, and ate them on top of the toast. Then she thought to herself

"How on earth am I going to get around this place; I don't exactly have a car and I can never be sure if this place has a bus or train service."

Amelia left the house at 7am, and hoped that someone on the road might know a way to get to the centre of, what was the name of CM's capital city again? Just another blonde moment; those were frustrating.

Amelia had woken up at 5:45 that morning; it was a habit that she had gotten into over the years thanks to her dreary long commutes. She had woken up and started making her breakfast; oh how she wished she had one of the cooks back home create that lovely Eggs Benedict - but she was now living in a different land, a land where she wouldn't have much money.

Amelia cracked the eggs and started frying at the same time as putting the toast in the toaster. While the eggs were frying, Amelia was checking her e-mails. As usual, it was the couple of e-mails from Becky, an old university friend and the normal, stay safe e-mail from her father. Amelia and Becky had been good friends, although their friendship had been strained over the last few months when Becky's boyfriend had tried to cheat on her with Amelia - ah well, bygones are bygones, Amelia thought as the toast popped. She grabbed her eggs, and ate them on top of the toast. Then she thought to herself

"How on earth am I going to get around this place; I don't exactly have a car and I can never be sure if this place has a bus or train service."

Amelia left the house at 7am, and hoped that someone on the road might know a way to get to the centre of, what was the name of CM's capital city again? Just another blonde moment; those were frustrating.

Michael had gone back to his motorcycle and was cruising the streets aimlessly. He really had no desire to get back, even after his run in with the cop, and so he simply turned from street to street. As he glanced at passerby, Michael's eye caught a young woman on the street. She was blonde with a slight tan and looked like a model. From the looks of it, she seemed lost, like she'd gotten turned around. He opened the throttle and pulled up on the curb next to her.

"Excuse me," he said, flipping open his helmet visor. "Are you lost? Pug City can be pretty disorienting."

ooc: in my sign-up, i posted is appearance to be 13-14 yr old, but i confused it with another char. i have >(^_^); ~gomen. i meant to have michael look 18-20.

Asuka peddled her way to her first class. Math, she loathed it. She was home schooled and no one in her family knew math, or how to teach it. Maybe she should have just stayed on the farm, and find a girl to settle with. She was barley making ends meat for her tuition, half the time she was working at a minimum wage job and the other half she was studying. She locked up her bike and raced into her class, late. She was scholded by the professor as a result.
"Sorry." All she uttered as she sat down pulling everything out. She began working on the daily math assignment, guessing her way through and limping along.

After class she walked along with her bike, she had a break now.

Karin awoke bright and early to help her father do work around the farm. The family had a lot of work to do, a nasty storm did a number on them last night. Almost like home when thunderstorms frequently became sever.

"Papa, I'm just about done sweeping. The barn is okay"

"Thanks, go help your mama in the house."

Karin ran inside. Her mother had been doing better since giving a still birth.

"Mama, can I help?"

"Sure baby, take these pots and pans, and put them under the sink."

"Okay." Karin obeyed and placed them in the pots in neat stacks under the sink.

The family was doing well, but they also had a high mortgage. Boy they needed their crops to be good this year.

Michael had gone back to his motorcycle and was cruising the streets aimlessly. He really had no desire to get back, even after his run in with the cop, and so he simply turned from street to street. As he glanced at passerby, Michael's eye caught a young woman on the street. She was blonde with a slight tan and looked like a model. From the looks of it, she seemed lost, like she'd gotten turned around. He opened the throttle and pulled up on the curb next to her.

"Excuse me," he said, flipping open his helmet visor. "Are you lost? Pug City can be pretty disorienting."

ooc: in my sign-up, i posted is appearance to be 13-14 yr old, but i confused it with another char. i have >(^_^); ~gomen. i meant to have michael look 18-20.

"Yes, I am lost, and very disorientated; I never knew that a city so small could be so disorientating. Do you know a way to get into the centre of Pug City, and perhaps by bus or train?" Amelia said; somewhat stunned at the friendliness of this man.

"Yes, I am lost, and very disorientated; I never knew that a city so small could be so disorientating. Do you know a way to get into the centre of Pug City, and perhaps by bus or train?" Amelia said; somewhat stunned at the friendliness of this man.

"Well, there are quite a few bus routes I know that'll get you there," Michael answered, removing his helmet as he scratched his head in contemplation. "But if you want, I can give you a ride..."

A customs official calmly walked up to Peter, and shook him by the shoulder. "Hey, buddy, you OK?" Staring at him suspiciously for a moment, he inquired "You on drugs? You *do* relieze that all drugs are subject to tariff, right? RIGHT?" He shook Peter again.

"I'm really sorry." he gasped as he fished his passport and his customs declaration out of his bag. "I figure you don't have time for a sob story, but I have had a rather rough several days and i had to leave my home in a hurry." He handed over his documents. "Everything should be in order."

"Well, there are quite a few bus routes I know that'll get you there," Michael answered, removing his helmet as he scratched his head in contemplation. "But if you want, I can give you a ride..."

"Why, thank you," said Amelia, stunned at this man's generousity. "By the way, I'm Amelia," she said, sticking out her hand ready to shake his.

"Why, thank you," said Amelia, stunned at this man's generousity. "By the way, I'm Amelia," she said, sticking out her hand ready to shake his.

"I'm Mike, Mike Oxford," he answered, taking her hand in a friendly shake. With his free hand he handed her the helmet. "Here, hop on."

"I'm really sorry." he gasped as he fished his passport and his customs declaration out of his bag. "I figure you don't have time for a sob story, but I have had a rather rough several days and i had to leave my home in a hurry." He handed over his documents. "Everything should be in order."

The customs officer looked at Peter warily, and checked over the passport with a small hand scanner. "All right, everything is in order. But you still haven't answered my question. Do you have any drugs with you? Medication, Narcotics, so on, so forth? You either show them, or I check your bag. And neither of us want that."

The customs officer looked at Peter warily, and checked over the passport with a small hand scanner. "All right, everything is in order. But you still haven't answered my question. Do you have any drugs with you? Medication, Narcotics, so on, so forth? You either show them, or I check your bag. And neither of us want that."

"I've got no drugs on me. My physician back in The Community gave me valium, because I get nervous flying, but I took those already." Peter could feel anxiety gnawing at the inside of his stomach, which he tried to suppress. This would be the worst time to panic he thought.

"I've got no drugs on me. My physician back in The Community gave me valium, because I get nervous flying, but I took those already." Peter could feel anxiety gnawing at the inside of his stomach, which he tried to suppress. This would be the worst time to panic he thought.

The customs officer looked at Peter suspiciously. "All right, you can go." Turning away, he went to chastise a young child using Roller skates inside the airport.

"Miss Nakhal."

"Yes madam?" Nakhal came to attention to the judge presiding.

"I've been reviewing further between your and your husband's records about your citizenship, and well so far...It's not looking good. You haven't been able to secure a permanant residence, nor find a steady line of work either of you."

"My husband has been actively working for fishing companies though."

"Yes but on a short term-hired hand basis. I see you are attending night school though, have you been going actively?"

"Yes ma'am. I've been learning your native toung and your customes."

"Unfortunatley until you can sustain a permanant residency, I have to deny your request for citizenship. Your asylum visa is due to expire in 90 days, and based on the recent stability of your home island, we may have to send you back if you can not do as you have been requested by this court."

"Yes ma'am. I'll work harder I promise."

"I'm sure you will. We will reconvine in 90 days which we will begin discussing your future." the judge slammed the gavel and Nakhal excused her self. While returning to the island wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, she loved this country and she didn't want to leave. She was also pregnant now.

"Miss Nakhal."

"Yes madam?" Nakhal came to attention to the judge presiding.

"I've been reviewing further between your and your husband's records about your citizenship, and well so far...It's not looking good. You haven't been able to secure a permanant residence, nor find a steady line of work either of you."

"My husband has been actively working for fishing companies though."

"Yes but on a short term-hired hand basis. I see you are attending night school though, have you been going actively?"

"Yes ma'am. I've been learning your native toung and your customes."

"Unfortunatley until you can sustain a permanant residency, I have to deny your request for citizenship. Your asylum visa is due to expire in 90 days, and based on the recent stability of your home island, we may have to send you back if you can not do as you have been requested by this court."

"Yes ma'am. I'll work harder I promise."

"I'm sure you will. We will reconvine in 90 days which we will begin discussing your future." the judge slammed the gavel and Nakhal excused her self. While returning to the island wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, she loved this country and she didn't want to leave. She was also pregnant now.

OOC: Just so you know, the immigration system in CM varies a whole lot. It's so decentralized, that you could get citizenship as you are from another judge.... But I know that you're a good person and would never do that, right? :D

"I'm Mike, Mike Oxford," he answered, taking her hand in a friendly shake. With his free hand he handed her the helmet. "Here, hop on."

"Nice to meet you Mike," said Amelia as she put on the helmet. With her helmet securely fastened, she got on the motorbike and wrapped her arms around Mike.

"Nice to meet you Mike," said Amelia as she put on the helmet. With her helmet securely fastened, she got on the motorbike and wrapped her arms around Mike.

"Hold on now," Michael said. He put on a pair of black aviator glasses as he revved the engine. He merged into traffic and began heading towards downtown. "So, do you have a particular place to go, or no?"

"Hold on now," Michael said. He put on a pair of black aviator glasses as he revved the engine. He merged into traffic and began heading towards downtown. "So, do you have a particular place to go, or no?"

"Yes, I am looking for the Montessori school; I was told that they were looking for someone with my qualifications," Amelia almost yelled with the deafening background noise drowning out most talk. It was a different experience for Amelia; having come from a city of a hundred million, Pug City seemed to her to be far smaller than Ptolemais and much more enjoyable to live in.

"Yes, I am looking for the Montessori school; I was told that they were looking for someone with my qualifications," Amelia almost yelled with the deafening background noise drowning out most talk. It was a different experience for Amelia; having come from a city of a hundred million, Pug City seemed to her to be far smaller than Ptolemais and much more enjoyable to live in.

"Montessori," Michael thought aloud. "I know that school. It was-" he stopped in midsentence as he realized he'd reveal his age. "Um, next stop: Montessori," he added.

"Montessori," Michael thought aloud. "I know that school. It was-" he stopped in midsentence as he realized he'd reveal his age. "Um, next stop: Montessori," he added.

Amelia was curious to know what Michael was going to say, but thought it would be far too rude to ask him; after all, he seemed like such a nice guy. Then she saw what looked like the Montessori school

"I think this is it," she shouted, above the noise of all the traffic

Surronding the school were several police cruisers, rubble spread all around, smoke rising from the center of the building. Everywhere, police officers had their guns trained all around the school, men in yellow raincoats with them. "WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" All that was left of the school was a pile of rubble, completely and utterly decimated...

Amelia was curious to know what Michael was going to say, but thought it would be far too rude to ask him; after all, he seemed like such a nice guy. Then she saw what looked like the Montessori school

"I think this is it," she shouted, above the noise of all the traffic

Surronding the school were several police cruisers, rubble spread all around, smoke rising from the center of the building. Everywhere, police officers had their guns trained all around the school, men in yellow raincoats with them. "WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" All that was left of the school was a pile of rubble, completely and utterly decimated...

Michael hit the brakes as his motorcycle screeched to a halt. He removed the sunglasses as he kicked the kickstand to gaze at the devastation.

"Well, this doesn't seem to be a promising first day for you," Michael said apologetically. "It looks dangerous, we should leave."

Michael hit the brakes as his motorcycle screeched to a halt. He removed the sunglasses as he kicked the kickstand to gaze at the devastation.

"Well, this doesn't seem to be a promising first day for you," Michael said apologetically. "It looks dangerous, we should leave."

OOC: You didn't think that explosion was for nothing, did you? :p

Michael hit the brakes as his motorcycle screeched to a halt. He removed the sunglasses as he kicked the kickstand to gaze at the devastation.

"Well, this doesn't seem to be a promising first day for you," Michael said apologetically. "It looks dangerous, we should leave."

Amelia started to giggle, and then when she got some sense back in her, she said to Michael

"Certainly this is more fun than I got at home; about the best thing we had was when Central Station was closed due to some drugs bust - I'll never forget crowding into that tram. Are there any places around here where we can have a coffee; I am really keen to get to know you, you seem like an interesting guy."

OOC: I found that pretty amusing

Amelia started to giggle, and then when she got some sense back in her, she said to Michael

"Certainly this is more fun than I got at home; about the best thing we had was when Central Station was closed due to some drugs bust - I'll never forget crowding into that tram. Are there any places around here where we can have a coffee; I am really keen to get to know you, you seem like an interesting guy."

OOC: I found that pretty amusing

ooc: CM=classic 1314. and AP, thanks, hehe.

ic:

"All right, one Star-shmucks (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMUIsKhtAbg) coming up," Michael said as he turned the bike around. As he was about to rev the engine, he noticed the same man in the leather jacket that had bowled him over earlier. "Let's get going," Michael added, putting on his glasses as he drove them away from the scene.

Since it was a store-chain, there were a lot around, and it only took a couple minutes driving to find one. Michael parked the bike in front and offered Amelia a helping hand off the bike.

ooc: CM=classic 1314. and AP, thanks, hehe.

ic:

"All right, one Star-shmucks (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMUIsKhtAbg) coming up," Michael said as he turned the bike around. As he was about to rev the engine, he noticed the same man in the leather jacket that had bowled him over earlier. "Let's get going," Michael added, putting on his glasses as he drove them away from the scene.

Since it was a store-chain, there were a lot around, and it only took a couple minutes driving to find one. Michael parked the bike in front and offered Amelia a helping hand off the bike.

"Star-shmucks, that sounds quite exotic; I hope their coffee is good," commented Amelia, as she was getting off the bike. "Nothing could be worse than the junk they serve at Gloria's Coffee Shack; I can't believe that the people back home put up with it."

ooc: CM=classic 1314. and AP, thanks, hehe.

ic:

"All right, one Star-shmucks (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMUIsKhtAbg) coming up," Michael said as he turned the bike around. As he was about to rev the engine, he noticed the same man in the leather jacket that had bowled him over earlier. "Let's get going," Michael added, putting on his glasses as he drove them away from the scene.

Since it was a store-chain, there were a lot around, and it only took a couple minutes driving to find one. Michael parked the bike in front and offered Amelia a helping hand off the bike.
OOC: It was a yellow raincoat. Sorry to nitpick.

"Star-shmucks, that sounds quite exotic; I hope their coffee is good," commented Amelia, as she was getting off the bike. "Nothing could be worse than the junk they serve at Gloria's Coffee Shack; I can't believe that the people back home put up with it."

OOC: It was a yellow raincoat. Sorry to nitpick.

Michael led her inside, holding the door open and pulling out the chair for Amelia once they found a free table.

"So, can I drink you a buy," Michael asked, chuckling at his faux-pas, "I mean, can I buy you a drink?"

ooc: i meant my character, hehe

Michael led her inside, holding the door open and pulling out the chair for Amelia once they found a free table.

"So, can I drink you a buy," Michael asked, chuckling at his faux-pas, "I mean, can I buy you a drink?"

ooc: i meant my character, hehe

OOC: Whoops!

"Hey Mark, look at those two Chooms. Look like they just rolled out of Latin 101, eh?" Sexta smiled at Marcus, as he looked over at Micheal and Amelia. "Yeah, they look like they don't know a darn thing 'bout this island. Half a moment... That one... Yeah, that's the kid who gave me that coin!" Yelling over to Micheal, he said "Tu! Plures gratiae pro viaticus! (Thanks for the change)"

Michael led her inside, holding the door open and pulling out the chair for Amelia once they found a free table.

"So, can I drink you a buy," Michael asked, chuckling at his faux-pas, "I mean, can I buy you a drink?"

Amelia was somewhat amazed by Michael's gentlemanly manner, but nevertheless thanked him as soon as she sat down.

"I think I'll just have a cappucino, Michael; and don't worry about that, we all make mistakes," said Amelia, trying to keep her composure

"Hey Mark, look at those two Chooms. Look like they just rolled out of Latin 101, eh?" Sexta smiled at Marcus, as he looked over at Micheal and Amelia. "Yeah, they look like they don't know a darn thing 'bout this island. Half a moment... That one... Yeah, that's the kid who gave me that coin!" Yelling over to Micheal, he said "Tu! Plures gratiae pro viaticus! (Thanks for the change)"

Amelia couldn't help but overhear Sexta and Marcus' conversation, especially since it was about her. Not knowing what a choom was, she dared not reply just in case she caused an incident - after all, her father had always taught her, if you don't know what something is, don't interfere. She did comment to Michael though,

"Do you know those people? You give them some change or something?"

It was at that moment that Amelia managed to get her first proper glance at Michael; and his hazel eyes; his beautiful hazel eyes. She started getting goosebumps all over.

Amelia was somewhat amazed by Michael's gentlemanly manner, but nevertheless thanked him as soon as she sat down.

"I think I'll just have a cappucino, Michael; and don't worry about that, we all make mistakes," said Amelia, trying to keep her composure



Amelia couldn't help but overhear Sexta and Marcus' conversation, especially since it was about her. Not knowing what a choom was, she dared not reply just in case she caused an incident - after all, her father had always taught her, if you don't know what something is, don't interfere. She did comment to Michael though,

"Do you know those people? You give them some change or something?"

It was at that moment that Amelia managed to get her first proper glance at Michael; and his hazel eyes; his beautiful hazel eyes. She started getting goosebumps all over.


"Well, one guy I gave him the change from my wallet," Michael explained, "It wasn't much, just 20 Liores." Michael turned to get one of the waitresses' attention, "Excuse me, miss, two capuccinos, please."

"Well, one guy I gave him the change from my wallet," Michael explained, "It wasn't much, just 20 Liores." Michael turned to get one of the waitresses' attention, "Excuse me, miss, two capuccinos, please."

OOC: So sorry about the late reply; I didn't even notice this post on my subscriptions list

IC:

"Oh, ok" said Amelia, followed fairly swiftly by this

"You mean there are beggars in this place? I suppose that will be a shock for me; back home, we never had beggars in the street - even in the poorest suburbs. Oh well, enough of my lecturing on beggars; what is it that you do for an occupation Michael?"

OOC: So sorry about the late reply; I didn't even notice this post on my subscriptions list

IC:

"Oh, ok" said Amelia, followed fairly swiftly by this

"You mean there are beggars in this place? I suppose that will be a shock for me; back home, we never had beggars in the street - even in the poorest suburbs. Oh well, enough of my lecturing on beggars; what is it that you do for an occupation Michael?"

ooc: no prob.

ic:

"You mean, like a job," Michael hesitated. His mind raced as he thought of a dozen occupations to lie about...but if she asked about it, he wouldn't be able to say anything..."Well, currently, I'm a student," he said. It wasn't a lie, he just hadn't said his school was a high school.

"Well, one guy I gave him the change from my wallet," Michael explained, "It wasn't much, just 20 Liores." Michael turned to get one of the waitresses' attention, "Excuse me, miss, two capuccinos, please."

The waitress quickly came over, two cappichinos in her tray. "25 Tiosles." She said coldly.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, just got back from a long trip. Death in the family :(.

The waitress quickly came over, two cappichinos in her tray. "25 Tiosles." She said coldly.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, just got back from a long trip. Death in the family :(.

"Thank you," Michael said, glad for the distraction. Without thinking, he handed her a 50 Tiosle note.

Sexta sighed. "Have you no idea of the value of money?" She asked angrily, waving the bill in his face, before slamming it down on the table and muttering something about "Those damn foreigners."

The TV overhead suddenly cut short of the comedy sketch it was doing, and switched to an emergency news broadcast. A tall, dark-haired woman staring at the screen with searching blue eyes reported in a calm voice, with but a hint of surprise: "This just in! A radical member of the MAFICM (Moralites against foreigners in CM), has recently performed a suicide bombing on an embassy, evidently the Embassy of a currently unkno-wait... The embassy of the Country 'Free United states'. Taking you to the scene is Julius Gambino. Julius?" The camera switches to the scene of a serene forest, were it not for the large smoldering crater and the police cruisers all around it. A man in a thick rain-jacket covering his face held a microphone up to his barely visible face. "Aye, I'm 'ere." Julius said in a thick Pug-City accent. "I'm seein' not a whole lot lef' 'ere. A bit o' smoldering rubble and the sort, but not one sign of life. 'olice Cheif Vinny says that there's very littl' chance of any survivors, the bomb was packed more 'ower 'an a standard army 'omb." Switching back to the woman in the studio, she intoned "We'll keep you updated as this progresses."

"You mean, like a job," Michael hesitated. His mind raced as he thought of a dozen occupations to lie about...but if she asked about it, he wouldn't be able to say anything..."Well, currently, I'm a student," he said. It wasn't a lie, he just hadn't said his school was a high school.

"A student, eh? Well, you might find this quite funny, but I am a qualified teacher; I specialise in experimental teaching styles, hence my job interview at the Montessori school that was blown up," said Amelia, smiling and holding back a gentle laugh. "I only came here because I was told that this was a good place to get my skills up; back home, experimental teaching styles experts aren't exactly desired, except in the large cities and I found them far too crowded."

Sexta sighed. "Have you no idea of the value of money?" She asked angrily, waving the bill in his face, before slamming it down on the table and muttering something about "Those damn foreigners."

Amelia glared at Sexta, thinking to yourself You twits, I know the value of money just as well as you; and so what if I am a foreigner, if you say something like that again, I will punch you. However, Amelia's attention was soon distracted by the broadcast

The TV overhead suddenly cut short of the comedy sketch it was doing, and switched to an emergency news broadcast. A tall, dark-haired woman staring at the screen with searching blue eyes reported in a calm voice, with but a hint of surprise: "This just in! A radical member of the MAFICM (Moralites against foreigners in CM), has recently performed a suicide bombing on an embassy, evidently the Embassy of a currently unkno-wait... The embassy of the Country 'Free United states'. Taking you to the scene is Julius Gambino. Julius?" The camera switches to the scene of a serene forest, were it not for the large smoldering crater and the police cruisers all around it. A man in a thick rain-jacket covering his face held a microphone up to his barely visible face. "Aye, I'm 'ere." Julius said in a thick Pug-City accent. "I'm seein' not a whole lot lef' 'ere. A bit o' smoldering rubble and the sort, but not one sign of life. 'olice Cheif Vinny says that there's very littl' chance of any survivors, the bomb was packed more 'ower 'an a standard army 'omb." Switching back to the woman in the studio, she intoned "We'll keep you updated as this progresses."

Amelia then almost lost her nerve; but calmed down and said to Michael, after a long exhale "That must be nasty; I would hate to be in a situation like that. My grandfather once was in a terrorist attack involving two trains, back in the 1960s I think - the people that were behind it set up a bomb in the middle of a passing loop and it blew up just as the train that the Lord Chancellor was passing a commuter run. My grandfather said that he would never forget the smell of the explosives and the dead bodies; my father said that my grandfather had nightmares for years afterward and would often freeze up when he was on that line. Do you know who this Moralites Against Foreigners in CM group are?"

Sexta sighed. "Have you no idea of the value of money?" She asked angrily, waving the bill in his face, before slamming it down on the table and muttering something about "Those damn foreigners."

The TV overhead suddenly cut short of the comedy sketch it was doing, and switched to an emergency news broadcast. A tall, dark-haired woman staring at the screen with searching blue eyes reported in a calm voice, with but a hint of surprise: "This just in! A radical member of the MAFICM (Moralites against foreigners in CM), has recently performed a suicide bombing on an embassy, evidently the Embassy of a currently unkno-wait... The embassy of the Country 'Free United states'. Taking you to the scene is Julius Gambino. Julius?" The camera switches to the scene of a serene forest, were it not for the large smoldering crater and the police cruisers all around it. A man in a thick rain-jacket covering his face held a microphone up to his barely visible face. "Aye, I'm 'ere." Julius said in a thick Pug-City accent. "I'm seein' not a whole lot lef' 'ere. A bit o' smoldering rubble and the sort, but not one sign of life. 'olice Cheif Vinny says that there's very littl' chance of any survivors, the bomb was packed more 'ower 'an a standard army 'omb." Switching back to the woman in the studio, she intoned "We'll keep you updated as this progresses."

ooc: aww. c'mon, it wasn't even fully paid for

ic:

Michael bolted upright, spilling the coffe, completely ignoring the rude waitress. He couldn't believe his eyes. Why...why his country? As far as he knew, the Commonwealth had barely started diplomatic relations in this country.

"Mother..." he muttered, thinking of her and his siblings. His shoulders started to shake, and though he did not sob, Michael sunk to the floor, holding onto the chair for aid.

ooc: aww. c'mon, it wasn't even fully paid for

ic:

Michael bolted upright, spilling the coffe, completely ignoring the rude waitress. He couldn't believe his eyes. Why...why his country? As far as he knew, the Commonwealth had barely started diplomatic relations in this country.

"Mother..." he muttered, thinking of her and his siblings. His shoulders started to shake, and though he did not sob, Michael sunk to the floor, holding onto the chair for aid.
Marcus gasped. My God... he must be... Oh, the poor boy. I wish I was better with words. An angry look on his face, he turned to Sexta and hissed in her ear "You didn't know anything about this, did you?!?"Sexta looked back at him, a cold glare in her eyes. "My business is my own."
"Dammit Sexta, just tell me! Did you know?"
"And if I did?"
"I don't care HOW bad you want foreigners out of here, terrorism does NOT help! This could become an incident!" Marcus hissed, still keeping his voice down to an angry whisper. "They were innocent! How-"
"Marcus, you just can't seem to understand, these foreigners-" She said with a special venom, letting the word burn slowly off her tongue as if to prolong its torture "Have been pervading our culture for years! We MUST stop them now!"Giving her a steely look, Marcus stood up. "I'm getting the police. He quickly turned around. He suddenly stopped as he heard a gun clicking behind him. "You aren't going anywhere Mark."

Marcus gasped. My God... he must be... Oh, the poor boy. I wish I was better with words. An angry look on his face, he turned to Sexta and hissed in her ear "You didn't know anything about this, did you?!?"Sexta looked back at him, a cold glare in her eyes. "My business is my own."
"Dammit Sexta, just tell me! Did you know?"
"And if I did?"
"I don't care HOW bad you want foreigners out of here, terrorism does NOT help! This could become an incident!" Marcus hissed, still keeping his voice down to an angry whisper. "They were innocent! How-"
"Marcus, you just can't seem to understand, these foreigners-" She said with a special venom, letting the word burn slowly off her tongue as if to prolong its torture "Have been pervading our culture for years! We MUST stop them now!"Giving her a steely look, Marcus stood up. "I'm getting the police. He quickly turned around. He suddenly stopped as he heard a gun clicking behind him. "You aren't going anywhere Mark."

There was a squealing of tires outside the coffee shop as a black sedan came to a sudden stop. Three mean piled out as the driver stayed inside. One of the men stayed with the car, a not-so-discreet P90 SMG concealed under his jacket. The other two stormed into the shop and walked up to Michael.

"Michael Oxford?" asked one as he flashed his badge, "FSO, we're here to get you out of the country."

"But, I..." he protested.

"You're brother and sister are safe," he answered, "They were in school when it happened."

Sexta quickly leaped over the table and put the gun to Marcus' head. "Don't worry, just a thief. I'll have a word with 'im, don't mind me." Dragging Marcus to the storeroom, she coldly intoned to him "Welcome to your new home. The council will be here soon to deal with sympathizers as yourself."
"Sexta! What the hell did they do to you!?"
"They opened my eyes." Suddenly the door slammed shut and Marcus was left alone in the dark, only his own thoughts left to torture him...

Sexta quickly leaped over the table and put the gun to Marcus' head. "Don't worry, just a thief. I'll have a word with 'im, don't mind me." Dragging Marcus to the storeroom, she coldly intoned to him "Welcome to your new home. The council will be here soon to deal with sympathizers as yourself."
"Sexta! What the hell did they do to you!?"
"They opened my eyes." Suddenly the door slammed shut and Marcus was left alone in the dark, only his own thoughts left to torture him...

"Gun!" shouted one agent. One jumped on Michael as the other drew his pistol. From the street, the other two men joined them.

"Radio it in to CM authorities. Tell them FSO agents are on the scene and responding!" shouted the leader as he led them to the storeroom.

Sexta closed the door and turned towards the officers. "Jesus, what's the problem? The Nats'll be here quick enough. He's just a thief, tried to run off with my tip jar!"

Sexta closed the door and turned towards the officers. "Jesus, what's the problem? The Nats'll be here quick enough. He's just a thief, tried to run off with my tip jar!"

"FSO! Drop the gun!" the officer ordered firmly. "And the cops will be here soon, 'cause we called them! Now, drop the gun!"

Sexta spat. "I don't have to do a damn thing you say! I have my rights! Now off the property, or else I'll claim self defense!" She raised the gun threateningly...

Sexta spat. "I don't have to do a damn thing you say! I have my rights! Now off the property, or else I'll claim self defense!" She raised the gun threateningly...

"Oy!" the leader demanded. "We got jurisdiction, protecting a Commonwealth national! Now drop it!" As he ordered again, the other agents leveled their pistols, the agent with the P90 zeroing on her.

"Oy!" the leader demanded. "We got jurisdiction, protecting a Commonwealth national! Now drop it!" As he ordered again, the other agents leveled their pistols, the agent with the P90 zeroing on her.
"I don't care what man you laid, you haven't any right to tell me to drop the gun, or remain in my shop after I've told you to get the fuck out! Now I'm counting to ten, and if your not out by then, I'm shooting! And don't try anything stupid because I've got several cameras all over this shop, and Cameras don't lie about who left when, and who said what!"

"I don't care what man you laid, you haven't any right to tell me to drop the gun, or remain in my shop after I've told you to get the fuck out! Now I'm counting to ten, and if your not out by then, I'm shooting! And don't try anything stupid because I've got several cameras all over this shop, and Cameras don't lie about who left when, and who said what!"

Without hesitation, the agents opened fire. The P90 buzzsawed as the agent fired a ten second burst. As the agents fired, the agent protecting Michael rushed him out of the building, keeping the boy behind him as he drew his service pistol.

Sexta fell down, her body landing with a sickening thud. There was no doubt- She was dead. Suddenly, sirens pierced the vicinity. "POLICE! FREEZE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"

Sexta fell down, her body landing with a sickening thud. There was no doubt- She was dead. Suddenly, sirens pierced the vicinity. "POLICE! FREEZE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"

The agents complied, putting their guns down as they showed their badges.

"Commonwealth FSO," the lead agent replied. "We responded to a drawn weapon in the presence of a Commonwealth national. Giving the circumstances, we decided not to take chances. It was us that called in the incident."

One of the officers walked over, rifle in the air. Kneeling down to check Sexta, he shook his head. "She's dead alright. Come on, into the cruiser. You're coming back to the station with us." He began to usher them all into the cruiser as another officer began typing on a nearby computer. "HEY! I found the camera footage! ... Oh...my... God..."
"What is it?"
"Bring them back to the station... You won't believe this, but I've a feeling the jury will."

One of the officers walked over, rifle in the air. Kneeling down to check Sexta, he shook his head. "She's dead alright. Come on, into the cruiser. You're coming back to the station with us." He began to usher them all into the cruiser as another officer began typing on a nearby computer. "HEY! I found the camera footage! ... Oh...my... God..."
"What is it?"
"Bring them back to the station... You won't believe this, but I've a feeling the jury will."

Stepping past the police cordon, two more men in black suits walked forward.

"These men won't be going anywhere with you," said one as he flashed a badge, "Committee for State Security. These men were acting in the national security of the Commonwealth. A notable act considering what had just transpired."

"That's right," Michael chimed in. "As the eldest survivor of the Diplomatic Family, I'm taking over my father's position. I'll accept blame for whatever transpired. I'd like to talk to a CM representative before you make any legal recourse against these agents."

Stepping past the police cordon, two more men in black suits walked forward.

"These men won't be going anywhere with you," said one as he flashed a badge, "Committee for State Security. These men were acting in the national security of the Commonwealth. A notable act considering what had just transpired."

"That's right," Michael chimed in. "As the eldest survivor of the Diplomatic Family, I'm taking over my father's position. I'll accept blame for whatever transpired. I'd like to talk to a CM representative before you make any legal recourse against these agents."
"Very well." One of the officers said, then into his radio "We need a senator down here. Foreigners. Yeah, Senator Aurelious'll do. Ya. Thanks." Back to Micheal "He'll be here in a minute or two, Senator Aurelious was just driving down this way. Ah, there he is right now! Senator." The officer stood up as straight as he could as a tall, balding man stepped out of a sleek black car. Looking around himself, he asked in a soft, almost fatherly voice:"Which of you wanted to speak to me now?"

ooc: aww. c'mon, it wasn't even fully paid for

ic:

Michael bolted upright, spilling the coffe, completely ignoring the rude waitress. He couldn't believe his eyes. Why...why his country? As far as he knew, the Commonwealth had barely started diplomatic relations in this country.

"Mother..." he muttered, thinking of her and his siblings. His shoulders started to shake, and though he did not sob, Michael sunk to the floor, holding onto the chair for aid.

Amelia watched Michael sink to the floor and get nervous. It was a sight that she was familiar with; her grandfather had often sunk to the floor and grabbed onto chairs whenever he thought he had heard an explosion. Had it been something she said?

"Michael, its alright; I know that these sorts of things make people emotional," said Amelia, trying to sound reassuring

There was a squealing of tires outside the coffee shop as a black sedan came to a sudden stop. Three mean piled out as the driver stayed inside. One of the men stayed with the car, a not-so-discreet P90 SMG concealed under his jacket. The other two stormed into the shop and walked up to Michael.

"Michael Oxford?" asked one as he flashed his badge, "FSO, we're here to get you out of the country."

"But, I..." he protested.

"You're brother and sister are safe," he answered, "They were in school when it happened."

Amelia saw the people walk in, and when she heard this, she suddenly realised Oh shit, it was his family - no wonder he was like that. Of course, she wasn't too happy about the thought of Michael leaving the country; he had been kind enough to give her a ride and seemed like a nice person, even more than just a friend material. Amelia then said to Michael, grabbing his hand

"My condolences; I would hate to see anyone lose their family in such horror."

"Gun!" shouted one agent. One jumped on Michael as the other drew his pistol. From the street, the other two men joined them.

"Radio it in to CM authorities. Tell them FSO agents are on the scene and responding!" shouted the leader as he led them to the storeroom.

Amelia screamed; what was going to happen? She grabbed her cellphone and started punching in the numbers 86478 - Is that the code for Alexandrian Ptolemais? Amelia thought, and then continued 100 59467 32982. She hoped that Becky would pick up, but it went straight to the answering machine. She then said

"I don't know what has happened, there was a terrorist attack, and then some people came to take some guy away and now it looks like there is going to be a shoot out. If anything happens to me, tell my family that I love them."

Amelia then pressed the red button and stopped the call.

Without hesitation, the agents opened fire. The P90 buzzsawed as the agent fired a ten second burst. As the agents fired, the agent protecting Michael rushed him out of the building, keeping the boy behind him as he drew his service pistol.

All Amelia had heard was a gunfight occurring in the storeroom; and soon enough, the same people were coming back and grabbing Michael out of the building. Amelia was far calmer now, but it was still unnerving to see this.

Stepping past the police cordon, two more men in black suits walked forward.

"These men won't be going anywhere with you," said one as he flashed a badge, "Committee for State Security. These men were acting in the national security of the Commonwealth. A notable act considering what had just transpired."

"That's right," Michael chimed in. "As the eldest survivor of the Diplomatic Family, I'm taking over my father's position. I'll accept blame for whatever transpired. I'd like to talk to a CM representative before you make any legal recourse against these agents."

Now everything was clear to Amelia; Michael was a member of the Diplomatic Community. No wonder there was so much secrecy when I asked him about his position, she thought. At least she was safe and only one person was dead. Amelia then yelled out to Michael

"Thanks for the coffee; I hope you'll be sticking around. I would really like to get to know you better and perhaps you can tell me how to get back to my place; I still don't know the bus network here."

Amelia watched Michael sink to the floor and get nervous. It was a sight that she was familiar with; her grandfather had often sunk to the floor and grabbed onto chairs whenever he thought he had heard an explosion. Had it been something she said?

"Michael, its alright; I know that these sorts of things make people emotional," said Amelia, trying to sound reassuring



Amelia saw the people walk in, and when she heard this, she suddenly realised Oh shit, it was his family - no wonder he was like that. Of course, she wasn't too happy about the thought of Michael leaving the country; he had been kind enough to give her a ride and seemed like a nice person, even more than just a friend material. Amelia then said to Michael, grabbing his hand

"My condolences; I would hate to see anyone lose their family in such horror."



Amelia screamed; what was going to happen? She grabbed her cellphone and started punching in the numbers 86478 - Is that the code for Alexandrian Ptolemais? Amelia thought, and then continued 100 59467 32982. She hoped that Becky would pick up, but it went straight to the answering machine. She then said

"I don't know what has happened, there was a terrorist attack, and then some people came to take some guy away and now it looks like there is going to be a shoot out. If anything happens to me, tell my family that I love them."

Amelia then pressed the red button and stopped the call.



All Amelia had heard was a gunfight occurring in the storeroom; and soon enough, the same people were coming back and grabbing Michael out of the building. Amelia was far calmer now, but it was still unnerving to see this.



Now everything was clear to Amelia; Michael was a member of the Diplomatic Community. No wonder there was so much secrecy when I asked him about his position, she thought. At least she was safe and only one person was dead. Amelia then yelled out to Michael

"Thanks for the coffee; I hope you'll be sticking around. I would really like to get to know you better and perhaps you can tell me how to get back to my place; I still don't know the bus network here."

OOC: There wasn't any gunfire until the Officers shot Sexta, and that wasn't in the store room. Sorry for nitpicking, and sorry for going on without you.

"Very well." One of the officers said, then into his radio "We need a senator down here. Foreigners. Yeah, Senator Aurelious'll do. Ya. Thanks." Back to Micheal "He'll be here in a minute or two, Senator Aurelious was just driving down this way. Ah, there he is right now! Senator." The officer stood up as straight as he could as a tall, balding man stepped out of a sleek black car. Looking around himself, he asked in a soft, almost fatherly voice:"Which of you wanted to speak to me now?"

"These agents aren't at fault for anything," Michael explained, "They acted calmly and professionaly. The woman they shot was hostile and beligerent towards them, and it was only after she pointed the gun at them that they opened fire. All the while, they explained who they were and that CM authorities were on the way. Their concern was not just for me, but for a man she had pulled to the back. As I understood it, she meant to harm or even kill the man."


He turned to Amelia, "Sorry about all this, I'm busy right now, as you can see. I'll have an agent help you out."

As they spoke, the familiar sounds of rotors from a Blackhawk helicopter could be heard, getting closer. Rising over a building, it appeared, the letters *CMMC scrolled on its tail.

*Commonwealth Maritime Marine Corps

"Sir, come see this tape. It'll show you EVERYTHING." Calmly walking over to the computer, he stared at the screen, his face turning from Curiosity to disgust. "Take them in." Senator Aurelious said, his voice devoid of all warmth and fatherly notions. "And let them hope the judge is merciful." Quickly walking towards his car again, he stared at the officers with disgust, more akin to pitying an animal that knew no better, then hatred.

"Sir, come see this tape. It'll show you EVERYTHING." Calmly walking over to the computer, he stared at the screen, his face turning from Curiosity to disgust. "Take them in." Senator Aurelious said, his voice devoid of all warmth and fatherly notions. "And let them hope the judge is merciful." Quickly walking towards his car again, he stared at the officers with disgust, more akin to pitying an animal that knew no better, then hatred.

Ropes fell from the Blackhawk as it hovered overhead. From them, a platoon of Marines fast-roped onto the street. Once they were deployed, the Blackhawk went to a nearby clearing to await them.

"Who's the diplomat?" the squad leader asked.

"I am," Michael replied firmly. "We're leaving," he said, turing towards the senator, "All of us."

"All right, let's go."

The agents surrounded Michael, who in turn were surrounded by the Marines as they led the way to the helicopter.

ooc: so, when'll they find out she's a terrorist?

OOC: Don't know, I don't plan things, just let them go how they will.

"I'm afraid we can't allow that." The Senator said, his voice colder then the antarctic. All of the officers raised their weapons. "Rather, all of you are going to the station with these fine men. Unless you wish for an incident to happen here." There were about half a dozen police officers, light body armor and rifles comprosing their equipment, and from the looks, most of them had seen more then just a few murders and shootouts.

OOC: Don't know, I don't plan things, just let them go how they will.

"I'm afraid we can't allow that." The Senator said, his voice colder then the antarctic. All of the officers raised their weapons. "Rather, all of you are going to the station with these fine men. Unless you wish for an incident to happen here." There were about half a dozen police officers, light body armor and rifles comprosing their equipment, and from the looks, most of them had seen more then just a few murders and shootouts.

The Marines merely raised their weapons in response.

"We got guns that'll make bigger holes, think it through."

ooc: see my speech on the CM PResident thread

The Marines merely raised their weapons in response.

"We got guns that'll make bigger holes, think it through."

ooc: see my speech on the CM PResident thread

"You want war you foreign bastards? Try us. I think OUR rifles'll put two more holes in you, then yours us." One of the police officers retorted, only to be quieted by the senator, now holding a Pistol leveled at a marines' head.

"You want war you foreign bastards? Try us. I think OUR rifles'll put two more holes in you, then yours us." One of the police officers retorted, only to be quieted by the senator, now holding a Pistol leveled at a marines' head.

"ENOUGH!!" Michael shouted, pushing past the FSO and Marines. He knocked the pistol out of the senator's hand, "Back off!" he shouted to the Marines before turning to the senator, "Hasn't there been enough death?!" he shouted. "I say we find this guy the lady almost killed and ask him what happened. I'll go in with you if you want. The only alternative is we blow each other away."

The senator reacted almost completly on instinct, twisting Micheals arm around his back. Damn, maybe I spent TOO much time in the first battalion. Releasing him, the Senator said: "It doesn't matter what happened at this point, if you kill a hundred people but save a thousand, you still have to suffer the charges. We saw, and heard the whole thing. It had to do with overreacting, nigh-baseless accusations, several property violations, impersonation of a officer of CM, and murder. Possibly just manslaughter. The judge will figure that out, I only took a year of law back in college."

Marcus stumbled out of the storeroom, and into the alleyway. Sexta always was a little unstable. Running out towards a trolley heading the opposite direction, he snuck on with a large crowd of passengers.

The senator reacted almost completly on instinct, twisting Micheals arm around his back. Damn, maybe I spent TOO much time in the first battalion. Releasing him, the Senator said: "It doesn't matter what happened at this point, if you kill a hundred people but save a thousand, you still have to suffer the charges. We saw, and heard the whole thing. It had to do with overreacting, nigh-baseless accusations, several property violations, impersonation of a officer of CM, and murder. Possibly just manslaughter. The judge will figure that out, I only took a year of law back in college."

Marcus stumbled out of the storeroom, and into the alleyway. Sexta always was a little unstable. Running out towards a trolley heading the opposite direction, he snuck on with a large crowd of passengers.

ooc: they never said they were CM officers. they said, 'FSO' to identify themselves, and said they had alerted CM authorities.

"They were following the rules of engagement. They used firm commands to try and disuade the individual and only fired after the weapon was pointed at them. 'When a civilian picks up a weapon and uses it in a hostile manner towards yourself or friendly forces, that person is no longer a civilian and shall be acted upon with necessary force to neutralize the threat, including deadly force.'" Michael answered. "And touch me like that again and I'll have to forget I'm a diplomat."

OOC: Under Moralite law, commanding someone under the law with threat of force is impersonating an officer. In other words, if they try to mug you on the street, you can shoot them and claim self defence. However, if they try to mug you, and you THREATEN to shoot them unless they don't mug you, that's illegal. Moralite law is tricky like that, and made of hundreds of compromises from the six parties that make up CM.

"You're goddamn Geneva convention doesn't apply here!" The Senator snapped. "She ordered you to leave, and as you had no entrance warrant, you had to comply! It was private property! the only mercy you MIGHT get is if you plead ignorance! Now come peacefully!" the Senator kneeled down and picked his pistol back up...

OOC: Under Moralite law, commanding someone under the law with threat of force is impersonating an officer. In other words, if they try to mug you on the street, you can shoot them and claim self defence. However, if they try to mug you, and you THREATEN to shoot them unless they don't mug you, that's illegal. Moralite law is tricky like that, and made of hundreds of compromises from the six parties that make up CM.

"You're goddamn Geneva convention doesn't apply here!" The Senator snapped. "She ordered you to leave, and as you had no entrance warrant, you had to comply! It was private property! the only mercy you MIGHT get is if you plead ignorance! Now come peacefully!" the Senator kneeled down and picked his pistol back up...

Michael kicked away the senators' hand and picked up the pistol.

"The Geneva convention doesn't apply, right?" he asked, holding the pistol to the senator's head as he shielded himself from the police with the senator. "Then this is all perfectly legal," he said, "We're leaving. And breaking all diplomatic ties with CM."

With that, they edged all the way back to the helicopter. Michael shoved the senator away as the helicopter lifted off, the door gunner prepared to unleash his .50 cal if needed, the Marines ready to fire as well.

"What ship are you?" Michael asked the Marines.

"Agamemnon's Wrath," the squad leader answered.

"Tell 'em I want an escort back to the ship."

FSS Agamemnon's Wrath CVNX-41

The Thor-class carrier was the largest of the fleet. At over 1350 feet long, she held over 120 combat aircraft and a compliment of 4500 men and women. From her fore and aft elevators, four Rafale-M fighters were lifted onto the flight deck. Already, two AH-1Z Viper attack helicopters were lifting off to meet up with the Blackhawk that was inbound. The fighters were all readied within 30 seconds, and launched instantly in unison.

Each officer opened fire on the helicopter, several grenades exploded on contact, streams of lead pouring down upon it.

Each police officer held their fire as the old senator suddenly acted as if he were forty years younger,performing a magnificent kick to the stomach before turning the pistols retractable blade towards Micheal's' Vulnerable throat. "Mind rethinking that?"

ooc: theyre already on the helicopter

OOC: fixed.

OOC: fixed.

The door gunners opened up as several Marines were injured. They fired in retaliation, their guns mowing into the crowd of police as the pilot's dodged the fire, using buildings to shield them from the line of fire.

"We're hit, we're taking fire!" the pilot radioed.

"Roger that," the airborne controller responded. "Fighters are inbound and hot."

Several miles away, the fighters recieved the message. Disengaging their drop tanks, they hit their afterburners, heading for the city.

"Calling in ALL officers, be on the alert for a foreign helicopter, if seen, use concussion grenades, and take down by ANY means necessarily."

A Zeppelin quickly started to make it's way towards the helicopter, miniguns blazing towards the helicopter. A large speaker on it blared: "Surrender now by landing immediatly and you will be taken to trial. Continual refusal to comply will result in elimination" Over and over again. Below several slightly more informed citizens took potshots at the copter, whereas others fled the area, screaming.

"Calling in ALL officers, be on the alert for a foreign helicopter, if seen, use concussion grenades, and take down by ANY means necessarily."

A Zeppelin quickly started to make it's way towards the helicopter, miniguns blazing towards the helicopter. A large speaker on it blared: "Surrender now by landing immediatly and you will be taken to trial. Continual refusal to comply will result in elimination" Over and over again. Below several slightly more informed citizens took potshots at the copter, whereas others fled the area, screaming.

"I don't care if they breaking fragging windows," the CAG of the Agamemnon got on the horn, "Get those planes there now!"

Meanwhile...

The fighters were about 50 miles outside the city when they got the order.

"Tally one bandit coming up on Super-64s six," the lead pilot confirmed.

"Heavy-58, you are cleared to engage," came the controller's answer.

"Heavy-58, fox-three," the pilot confirmed the launch of a fire-and-forget missile. Even at this distance, the pilot's had been trained in *BVR engagement. They tracked the missile, which reached speeds of mach 2.2 as it impacted the zeppelin.

"Heavy-58, that's a kill, proceed to cover the helicopter," the controller added.

"Heading in now, switching to JDAMs," the lead answered, the fighters pitching down their noses as they headed into the city.

*BVR=beyond visual range

"Unknown incoming fighters, please Identify origin and purpose." Suddenly, the CM official noticed the missle coming in "SHIT!" he yelled, switching to the Zeppelin command frequency. "Blockade the entire coast, allow no fighter to pass, I want you to blow every fuckin' one out of the sky!"
"Yes sir."

"Unknown incoming fighters, please Identify origin and purpose." Suddenly, the CM official noticed the missle coming in "SHIT!" he yelled, switching to the Zeppelin command frequency. "Blockade the entire coast, allow no fighter to pass, I want you to blow every fuckin' one out of the sky!"
"Yes sir."

"Sir, naval movement," the radar operator informed the Captain and CAG inside the CIC. "It appears to be a blockade against our fighters."

"*Alpha launch," the CAG ordered.

"Prepare for anti-ship warfare," the Captain concurred. "Inform the battle group."

The three escorting missile cruisers quickly reacted, the casemates of their missiles opening. Nearby, the battleship Inion's Wall swiveled its 15 in. cannons in response. Four destroyers maneuvered in front of the carrier, their AA batteries and missile systems coming online.

*an order to launch all fighters

The Zeppelins immediatly began firing multiple artillery, not able to be mounted on any normal plane. A steady stream of fire flowed towards the ships, each one exploding upon impact, whether on the water around the ship or the ships themselves. Miniguns rang out, hundreds of casings dropping to the ground as they targeted both air and sea targets.

Message from the Senate to Free United States:
What the HELL has happened? We can assure that we didn't bomb the embassy if that's what this is about! Respond immediately and cease fire!
The Senate, the will of the people manifest in a government body.

The Zeppelins immediatly began firing multiple artillery, not able to be mounted on any normal plane. A steady stream of fire flowed towards the ships, each one exploding upon impact, whether on the water around the ship or the ships themselves. Miniguns rang out, hundreds of casings dropping to the ground as they targeted both air and sea targets.

Message from the Senate to Free United States:
What the HELL has happened? We can assure that we didn't bomb the embassy if that's what this is about! Respond immediately and cease fire!
The Senate, the will of the people manifest in a government body.

The destroyers and cruisers Phalanx systems stopped any major hits from making it through, but the steady stream continued to rain down on the battle group. Fighters were launching at a steady pace, the entire compliment almost completely launched. Anti-air missiles were launched against the zeppelins even as the fighters headed for the coast.

Office of the President of the Supreme Soviet
It is under our impression that your authorities seem more intent in persecuting our agents for exercising caution against a percieved threat rather than assisting us in finding those responsible for the heinous act against our embassy. Our forces will continually defend this nation's sovereign right to defend itself.

ooc: should we just restart this, 'cause it seems like this has definitely detracted from the 'daily life' in CM that the thread is about...

OOC: Nah, I like to see where threads like this go. They always get off topic, but it's always interesting. And that's what Roleplaying is about, right?:D

Presidential Residence

"Steven, I think you're all overreacting," Samantha Lexi, his NSA, said as she walked in.

"Are we, now?" he asked. "I don't see how they can treat our men like criminals when they were protecting themselves."

"Their laws are different," she mentioned.

"I won't see those agents rot in some foreign jail for doing their job," the Premier answered.

"Is it worth going to war over...?" she asked. Sam looked down at the latest report, "The boy is right, there's been enough death."

The Premier sighed. She'd been his wingman through virtually his entire career, and was rarely wrong in offering advice. Except that girl in Sayenia...but that was a different story. He turned to her, letting out another sigh to let her know she'd won...again.

"I'll...send a message to CM," he muttered.

"Good," Sam said as she took a seat. "Go ahead."

"You're lucky I like you," the Premier sighed.

Office of the President of the Supreme Soviet
I propose to whomever is your current head of government, a cease-fire. I will permit my agents to be placed under guarded supervision, but their freedoms should not be unduely restricted. I would also like to discuss the formation of a joint court made up of both Commonwealth and CM judges to hear the arguments plainly. It is our conclusion that this is simply a misinterpretation of one another's laws. If you agree to the cease-fire, we will be more than happy to discuss terms.

Amelia had made her way back to her apartment with the help of the gentlemen that Michael had provided. As the next few days passed, she attempted to forget all that happened and try to get some sense of herself; with the Montessori school gone, she knew that her chances of getting a job had diminished.

The situation around her had rapidly diminished; it looked like war was about to break out between the Free United States and Conservative Morality; then came the day of the attack.

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To Mr. Paul Jamieson, CEO Imperial Pension Fund

Dear Dad,

It seems that the Free United States and Conservative Morality are set to go to war; I am aware that it was to do with their embassy bombing. I understand that it was some terrorists within Conservative Morality that were behind this despicable act and that their government may have been behind this. I know that Uncle John has plenty of clout as the Government Whip in the Executive Council and may be able to twist some arms.

Yours,

Amelia
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When Paul received this letter, he immediately took the next tram down to Parliament and started making his way to his brother's office. He entered the office, and proceeded to the mahogany desk, where John sat.

"John, it seems that there has been an incident in Conservative Morality"

"Yes, I am quite aware of that; an embassy explosion of some sort or something"

"That's right, and you know that Amelia is there right"

"Yes, I know Paul, I warned her about that place, but she insisted on going. Wanted to see the world or something"

"The point is that she knows something about it and suspects that the government may have been behind it; all I know is that it may have led to war between Conservative Morality and the Free United States"

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, going to war would be somewhat idiotic. I suggest that perhaps we could offer our nation's services to negotiate something."

"I could twist a few arms I suppose"

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To: Conservative Morality, Head of Government's Offfice
From: The Office of the Government Whip in the Executive Council of the Empire of Alexandrian Ptolemais

To Whom it may Concern,

I have been made aware of your diplomatic dispute between your nation and the Free United States. As a member of the Imperial Government, I have been entrusted to make an offer to provide our services as negotiators. We do not wish to see any further bloodshed between your two nations, and do not wish to see the citizens of the Empire harmed in any way

Yours Sincerely

The Rt. Hon. John Jamieson
Government Whip in the Executive Council of the Empire of Alexandrian Ptolemais
2nd Duke of Forquay

Presidential Residence

"Steven, I think you're all overreacting," Samantha Lexi, his NSA, said as she walked in.

"Are we, now?" he asked. "I don't see how they can treat our men like criminals when they were protecting themselves."

"Their laws are different," she mentioned.

"I won't see those agents rot in some foreign jail for doing their job," the Premier answered.

"Is it worth going to war over...?" she asked. Sam looked down at the latest report, "The boy is right, there's been enough death."

The Premier sighed. She'd been his wingman through virtually his entire career, and was rarely wrong in offering advice. Except that girl in Sayenia...but that was a different story. He turned to her, letting out another sigh to let her know she'd won...again.

"I'll...send a message to CM," he muttered.

"Good," Sam said as she took a seat. "Go ahead."

"You're lucky I like you," the Premier sighed.

Office of the President of the Supreme Soviet
I propose to whomever is your current head of government, a cease-fire. I will permit my agents to be placed under guarded supervision, but their freedoms should not be unduely restricted. I would also like to discuss the formation of a joint court made up of both Commonwealth and CM judges to hear the arguments plainly. It is our conclusion that this is simply a misinterpretation of one another's laws. If you agree to the cease-fire, we will be more than happy to discuss terms.
Official message from Conserative morality:
Indeed. This has already went on long enough. None of their rights shall be unduly taken away, and they will have a fair trial as soon as they return to CM.
The Senate, the will of the people in a government body.

Amelia had made her way back to her apartment with the help of the gentlemen that Michael had provided. As the next few days passed, she attempted to forget all that happened and try to get some sense of herself; with the Montessori school gone, she knew that her chances of getting a job had diminished.

The situation around her had rapidly diminished; it looked like war was about to break out between the Free United States and Conservative Morality; then came the day of the attack.

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To Mr. Paul Jamieson, CEO Imperial Pension Fund

Dear Dad,

It seems that the Free United States and Conservative Morality are set to go to war; I am aware that it was to do with their embassy bombing. I understand that it was some terrorists within Conservative Morality that were behind this despicable act and that their government may have been behind this. I know that Uncle John has plenty of clout as the Government Whip in the Executive Council and may be able to twist some arms.

Yours,

Amelia
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When Paul received this letter, he immediately took the next tram down to Parliament and started making his way to his brother's office. He entered the office, and proceeded to the mahogany desk, where John sat.

"John, it seems that there has been an incident in Conservative Morality"

"Yes, I am quite aware of that; an embassy explosion of some sort or something"

"That's right, and you know that Amelia is there right"

"Yes, I know Paul, I warned her about that place, but she insisted on going. Wanted to see the world or something"

"The point is that she knows something about it and suspects that the government may have been behind it; all I know is that it may have led to war between Conservative Morality and the Free United States"

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, going to war would be somewhat idiotic. I suggest that perhaps we could offer our nation's services to negotiate something."

"I could twist a few arms I suppose"

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To: Conservative Morality, Head of Government's Offfice
From: The Office of the Government Whip in the Executive Council of the Empire of Alexandrian Ptolemais

To Whom it may Concern,

I have been made aware of your diplomatic dispute between your nation and the Free United States. As a member of the Imperial Government, I have been entrusted to make an offer to provide our services as negotiators. We do not wish to see any further bloodshed between your two nations, and do not wish to see the citizens of the Empire harmed in any way

Yours Sincerely

The Rt. Hon. John Jamieson
Government Whip in the Executive Council of the Empire of Alexandrian Ptolemais
2nd Duke of Forquay
Official message from Conserative morality:
We have already begun negotiations. Thank you for your offer, but the war will be ending soon.

The Senate, the will of the people in a government body

Official message from Conserative morality:
Indeed. This has already went on long enough. None of their rights shall be unduly taken away, and they will have a fair trial as soon as they return to CM.
The Senate, the will of the people in a government body.

Office of the President of the Supreme Soviet
I have ordered my forces to stand down, and the agents to comply with your police forces. However, we are concerned with a senator's statement that your country does not adhere to the articles of the Geneva Convention. We cannot offer full compliance with your judiciary system. Until then, our Marine detachment will stay and make sure our agents are treated with charity and kindness.

Official message from Conserative morality:
We will not treat your men as Prisoners of War, but charge them as civilians. Although we did not sign the Geneva convention, we have our own laws, constantly monitored by the people to ensure compliance.
The Senate, the will of the people manifest in a government body.
OOC: CM takes "Governments should be afraid of their citizens" to an extreme.

Official message from Conserative morality:
We have already begun negotiations. Thank you for your offer, but the war will be ending soon.

The Senate, the will of the people in a government body

Official message from the Government of the Empire of Alexandrian Ptolemais:

Thank you for looking over our offer, and we are pleased to see that the war is about to end.

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For Amelia, the time had been very horrible; subjected to what seemed like nightly air raid drills and having no work. She was slowly going through all her money and within two weeks would be broke. She had found an offer from another school in Pug City though, a Rudolf Steiner School, and had sent in her CV.

Official message from Conserative morality:
We will not treat your men as Prisoners of War, but charge them as civilians. Although we did not sign the Geneva convention, we have our own laws, constantly monitored by the people to ensure compliance.
The Senate, the will of the people manifest in a government body.
OOC: CM takes "Governments should be afraid of their citizens" to an extreme.

Central Committee of the Supreme Soviet
The members of this Politburo would urgently ask your government to consider ratifying the Geneva Convention before any long-term discussions involving our nations could commence. Furthermore, we would like our agents monitored by our own SVR agents while in your custody for peace of mind.

ooc: ours is that the citizens are the government

Official message from Conserative morality:
We will not sign the Geneva convention as it is a restriction on the sovereignty of free nations. Much like the UN. However, we will allow your agents to monitor them.
The Senate, the will of the people manifest in a government body.

Marcus stepped down from the ladder, happy to finally have a job of SOME sort. Two Zeppelins severely damaged and not enough mechanics led to quite a few job opportunities. Stretching out for a moment, he quickly turned his attention to the grease and internal Zeppelin fluids all over him. "Ya did good boy, I might make a Zeppelin mechanic out of you yet!" Said the only senior Mechanic on the job, Julius, slapping Marcus on the back. Marcus smiled "Thank you sir." Handing him a small bundle of Tiosles, Julius whispered "Try not to leave the gas barrel open next time." Marcus slapped his forehead and quickly stuttered "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again!"
"Damn right it better not!" Julius said playfully. "Now get home before the drills start again, last thing you want is to be near a Zeppelin speaker when they announce one of those."

Official message from Conserative morality:
We will not sign the Geneva convention as it is a restriction on the sovereignty of free nations. Much like the UN. However, we will allow your agents to monitor them.
The Senate, the will of the people manifest in a government body.

Marcus stepped down from the ladder, happy to finally have a job of SOME sort. Two Zeppelins severely damaged and not enough mechanics led to quite a few job opportunities. Stretching out for a moment, he quickly turned his attention to the grease and internal Zeppelin fluids all over him. "Ya did good boy, I might make a Zeppelin mechanic out of you yet!" Said the only senior Mechanic on the job, Julius, slapping Marcus on the back. Marcus smiled "Thank you sir." Handing him a small bundle of Tiosles, Julius whispered "Try not to leave the gas barrel open next time." Marcus slapped his forehead and quickly stuttered "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again!"
"Damn right it better not!" Julius said playfully. "Now get home before the drills start again, last thing you want is to be near a Zeppelin speaker when they announce one of those."

Central Committee of the Supreme Soviet
It is not the sovereignty of a nation that the Convention restricts, but the manner in which it conducts itself towards neighoboring countries. There are rules in society that restrict the course of action against one another, and the Convention is merely an extension of these rules, set between governments in the stead of men.

Pug City, CM

With the cease-fire in effect, it was much easier for them to move around. There was a lot of rubble to be cleared, but the black sedan moved through the streets with few restrictions. It stopped near a zeppelin in need of repair. The man in he back took a glance at the picture in the file and the man resting nearby. He opened the door and stepped out, straight for the man.

"Are you Marcus?" he asked, reaching into his pocket and showing a badge. "I'm Agent Dublinin of the Commonwealth SVR. If you would answer my questions, please."

Marcus glared at him. "What the hell do you want?" He sneered.

Marcus glared at him. "What the hell do you want?" He sneered.

Dublinin produced a photo of him leaving the coffee house, as well as another with him talking to the woman.

"We have searched her home and found links to a centrist terrorist group," he answered. "And her actions towards our people give us suspicion that she had something to do with the embassy bombing. Your government has offered full cooperation, and we expect the same from its citizens."

Dublinin produced a photo of him leaving the coffee house, as well as another with him talking to the woman.

"We have searched her home and found links to a centrist terrorist group," he answered. "And her actions towards our people give us suspicion that she had something to do with the embassy bombing. Your government has offered full cooperation, and we expect the same from its citizens."

"This government can't order pish-posh! I have my rights, and without an order to go to court, I don't have to say anything! So bug off!"

"This government can't order pish-posh! I have my rights, and without an order to go to court, I don't have to say anything! So bug off!"

"I beg to differ," Dublinin said, "As per the unilateral Terrorism and Sedition Act of 2002, the Commonwealth is allowed to detain all persons suspected in terrorist activities against the Motherland."

As he said that, another agent snuck up behind Marcus, slipping a cloth of chloroform over his mouth. The agents quickly took his limp form over to the sedan, where it roared off.

Several Hours Later...

"Wake up, comrade," a distant voice said to Marcus. A bright light shone on him, revealing a dank brick room. "Now, tell us about Sexta..."

ooc: sorry, the KGB and SVR aren't known for playing nice, hehe

OOC: Really? I hadn't noticed.:p

"What the hell are they doing?" muttered a CM Sgt. leaning over a corner. "Hey guys, come see this! Slowly, you know how our armor clinks." He whispered over the Communication system watching as the FUS men slipped Marcus into a Van. "Command, we'll need a MPC-V2 over here, suspected kidnapping. Done by foreign forces, may we pursue?"
"This is command, authorized to pursue, MPC-V2 on the way." A large armored personnel carrier roared across corners, the CM soldiers jumping on and climbing in. "Follow that van, and don't let 'im know we're here."

Several hours later
"Sa'ge, what're e doin' 'ere! Why 'on' we just bus' in 'ere aweady!" One the men complained, in a VERY thick Pug City accent. "Quiet, I think I can see him waking up, the cameras a little fuzzy though... Yeah, he's awake."

"'I'm not telling you the time of day, Mars forbid my name, rank or number.'" Marcus said, quoting Derbius Aurelious (A famous captured Moralite soldier).

OOC: Really? I hadn't noticed.:p

"What the hell are they doing?" muttered a CM Sgt. leaning over a corner. "Hey guys, come see this! Slowly, you know how our armor clinks." He whispered over the Communication system watching as the FUS men slipped Marcus into a Van. "Command, we'll need a MPC-V2 over here, suspected kidnapping. Done by foreign forces, may we pursue?"
"This is command, authorized to pursue, MPC-V2 on the way." A large armored personnel carrier roared across corners, the CM soldiers jumping on and climbing in. "Follow that van, and don't let 'im know we're here."

Several hours later
"Sa'ge, what're e doin' 'ere! Why 'on' we just bus' in 'ere aweady!" One the men complained, in a VERY thick Pug City accent. "Quiet, I think I can see him waking up, the cameras a little fuzzy though... Yeah, he's awake."

"'I'm not telling you the time of day, Mars forbid my name, rank or number.'" Marcus said, quoting Derbius Aurelious (A famous captured Moralite soldier).

ooc: hehe, oops, shoulda said he wasn't in CM anymore.

ic:

"We thought you'd feel that way," a shadowy figure in the corner said. He walked forward, syringe in hand. "Ever heard of SP-17? It's colorless, odorless and tastless...and the subject, afterwards, has no recollection of the 'meeting' that took place. Oh, and it has no immediate side effects, so that should be comforting." He depressed the stopper as he injected Marcus. "Now, we'll wait for that to set in."

OOC: Erm... Uh... Hidden Zeppelin. Disguised to look like a REALLY big bird!:p

OOC: Erm... Uh... Hidden Zeppelin. Disguised to look like a REALLY big bird!:p

ooc: well, you can use a uav or something...i mean, you gotta have intelligence services too, right?

OOC: Not really... But I do have UAVs, but they're all for combat purposes.

OOC: Not really... But I do have UAVs, but they're all for combat purposes.

ooc: well, i'll leave it to you, just keep it believable :P

ic:

"So, has it taken effect?" asked one agent quietly.

"Usually, it takes only a few minutes," said the one who'd administered the drug. "He should be quite compliant now."

The interrogator walked over to Marcus, circling behind before speaking. "Now, if you please, sir. Tell me, who's Sexta? How do you know her?"

ooc: sp-17 is very effective, but it still has some drawbacks like other truth serums...so play it as you want.

"Sexta? Oh yeah I knew her! She was that one lady... the one who played..Uh... Who are we talking about again?" The CM soldiers chuckled. "Alright, this has gone on long enough, we're going in." Kicking down the door, the seargent shouted through his mask; "CM 1ST BATTALION! HANDS IN THE AIR!"

OOC: So you know what you're dealing with, the armor they're wearing is third one down Here. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13778300&postcount=3)

"Sexta? Oh yeah I knew her! She was that one lady... the one who played..Uh... Who are we talking about again?" The CM soldiers chuckled. "Alright, this has gone on long enough, we're going in." Kicking down the door, the seargent shouted through his mask; "CM 1ST BATTALION! HANDS IN THE AIR!"

OOC: So you know what you're dealing with, the armor they're wearing is third one down Here. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13778300&postcount=3)

ooc: hrm, powered armor...ok, gonna stop now...

ooc: Hrm, Powered Armor...ok, Gonna Stop Now...

Ooc:???

Ooc:???

ooc: i thought we were keepingi t mt, and how can your guys keep swooping in at the right time?

OOC: MT/PMT, as is usual with CM. The other thread just kinda died out, it happens to many of my threads. It's a curse
Powered Exoskeletons aren't that far off. I think it fits in with PMT.

As to my men, CM soldiers patrol the streets regularly. They had a camera in the room:"Quiet, I think I can see him waking up, the cameras a little fuzzy though... Yeah, he's awake."

OOC:
Powered Exoskeletons aren't that far off. I think it fits in with PMT.

As to my men, CM soldiers patrol the streets regularly. They had a camera in the room:

ooc: they're NOT in CM. i said this...

ooc: they're NOT in CM. i said this...

OOC: I KNOW, I said they followed you. I'm saying they hid on whatever you took poor Mark away on.

OOC: I KNOW, I said they followed you. I'm saying they hid on whatever you took poor Mark away on.

ooc: ok, i shoulda clarified a lot. they took him on a plane back to cfus. therefore, how'd we miss not noticing guys in armor sneaking on a plane? one or two guys in regular clothes, spies, ok. but uniformed soldiers?

ooc: ok, i shoulda clarified a lot. they took him on a plane back to cfus. therefore, how'd we miss not noticing guys in armor sneaking on a plane? one or two guys in regular clothes, spies, ok. but uniformed soldiers?

OOC: You should've said what you took them in! *Sigh*

OOC: You should've said what you took them in! *Sigh*

ooc: i know, my bad...ok, you're uber-soldiers killed my agents and took him...all's right with the world.

ooc: i know, my bad...ok, you're uber-soldiers killed my agents and took him...all's right with the world.

OOC:Ha ha, the armor only protects from 25 yards away, and they haven't urn their shields on. Heck, my men just got absolutely slaughtered in another thread!

OOC:Ha ha, the armor only protects from 25 yards away, and they haven't urn their shields on. Heck, my men just got absolutely slaughtered in another thread!

ooc: my guys have pistols and kevlar vests, you win, move on...

ic:

Declaration of the Supreme Soviet

In keeping with the government's duty to defend and protect the citizens;

Recognizing the continued threat CM civilians and soldiers present towards the Commonwealth;

Striving to maintain the operational sovereignty of all parties involved;

The Supreme Soviet makes this following declaration:

The Commonwealth shall break all diplomatic and economic ties with the country of Conservative Morality.

All CM citizens currently within the Commonwealth shall have a thirty-day grace period in which to repatriate. Failure to do so will result in immediate deportation.

Any CM citizen attempting entrance into the Commonwealth shall be considered Persona non Grata and be immediately deported.

Any company, business or private citizen found with continued economic ties to CM shall have all property siezed, fined up to 20,000 Liores, imprisoned up to 2years in federal jail, or all.

These provisions shall be upheld and defended by any and all means, including armed force if necessary.

OOC: You aren't in a good mood today are you?

Official message from Conserative morality:
We will not impose the same Draconian measures as FUS has implemented. If the FUS wishes to,at any time, renew diplomatic relations, we are perfectly open to that.
President Numerius Arrius, the voice of the people.

ooc: actually, i feel pretty good...

ic:

Without an embassy, Michael and the agents had rented a few rooms in a hotel. With the order given, they were busy getting ready; shredding confidential documents and such...he thought back to the girl he'd met, Amelia. He hoped he could find her and talk to her again. His thoughts were interrupted as his sister tripped on his shoe. Michael swooped her in his arms as she began to sob. The death of their parents had been especially hard on her, and he could do little to console her.

Michael looked out of the helicopter as it lifted off. Thank God that the Politburo had followed his recommendation. To Hell with this thrice-damned country. Let them to themselves to rot and damnation. How he wished he could raze the country to the ground...

Marcus sat there, in the bright white room, shouting at the top of his lungs. "HA! YOU ALL THINK I'M CRAZY! I'M NOT! I DIDN'T KILL THOSE MEN! THE CAMERA WAS PHOTOSHOPPED! THEY COMMITTED SUICIDE! YOU BASTARDS! LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!!!!!!!! LET ME OUT BEFORE IT COMES AGAIN! LET ME OUT!!!!"

OOC: Poor Mark... It was too much pressure, too much to take in at one time.

Heck, my men just got absolutely slaughtered in another thread!
I can vouch for that. Hey, it's Cuborg, your old enemy!

I can vouch for that. Hey, it's Cuborg, your old enemy!

OOC: Out demon! Out, out!:p

But as your enemy, I have a sworn duty to assist these spies or anarchists or whatever the hell Mark and his comrades are involved in...

But as your enemy, I have a sworn duty to assist these spies or anarchists or whatever the hell Mark and his comrades are involved in...

OOC: Mark was a normal person. However, the recent turn of events have driven him off the deep edge, and now he's in an insnae asylum. :)

Amelia awoke at 5:45; and got ready. Today for her was going to be a significant day - she had an interview scheduled at the Rudolf Steiner school in one of the suburbs of Pug City; she just didn't know which one. After her breakfast, she walked down to the bus stop on her street and proceeded to catch the next bus to the City - perhaps there, someone would know where she would need to go.

On the bus sat many strange creatures. Most of them were human. Well, if you ignore the smell. None but the poorest rode on the bus, as it was the only form of free transportation in CM. The seats were ripped and wet. What soaked it was unknown, and several of the semi-human creatures were drinking or smoking; whatever it was, it wasn't tobacco. The bus driver had a glazed look over his eyes, and the PA announcements were rude and muddled to say the least. "Rudolf Steiner, as if any of you'd get off here!" The driver gave a hoarse laugh and opened the door.

A man steps onto the bus, wearing a trench coat and a fedora. His black suitcase was beaten and stained. He sneezed twice, and then coughed.

A man steps onto the bus, wearing a trench coat and a fedora. His black suitcase was beaten and stained. He sneezed twice, and then coughed.

OOC: Please.... No (more) terrorism...

OOC: Oh, come on, you pansy.

The trench coat man's large suitcase was large enough to be hiding a gun, or a bomb...

OOC: Oh, come on, you pansy.

The trench coat man's large suitcase was large enough to be hiding a gun, or a bomb...

Meanwhile...

The CV-30 Vogel was making its way steadily to the Commonwealth. After the helicopter had landed on the Agamemnon, they had boarded the VTOL aircraft and set course for home. Michael had made sure not to look towards that dispicable country as they flew away. Hiz gaze was to the azure sea, and soon, the white shores and green hills of the Motherland. He was interrupted by an agent who approached him.

"Mr....Ambassador," the agent said, "We tracked down that number for you. Mind you, this wasn't strictly legal."

"I understand," Michael said, "But it's not like I ordered a hit on someone." Michael picked up his own cell and dialed the number. He hoped Amelia would answer.

ooc: i agree w/ CM, enough is enough.

Amelia was stunned when she boarded the bus; first of all, it was free, and second of all, the seats looked they had not been replaced in years, and the characters that took the bus seemed to be drunkards and druggies - she certainly did not want to sit down and longed for even the hard seats of the Rattlers. Certainly compared with the trains, trams and buses back in Alexandrian Ptolemais, this was a new standard of low. She had taken trains for nearly a decade from her home to firstly, Ptolemais Girls Grammar, and secondly, the University. When the bus driver announced rather rudely that the Rudolf Steiner stop was there, she walked out of the bus.

Then, suddenly, Amelia's cellphone rang - the number didn't appear to be local, or from Alexandrian Ptolemais.

"Hello, Amelia speaking," she said, with a voice that had a tone of 'what on earth is going on'

Amelia was stunned when she boarded the bus; first of all, it was free, and second of all, the seats looked they had not been replaced in years, and the characters that took the bus seemed to be drunkards and druggies - she certainly did not want to sit down and longed for even the hard seats of the Rattlers. Certainly compared with the trains, trams and buses back in Alexandrian Ptolemais, this was a new standard of low. She had taken trains for nearly a decade from her home to firstly, Ptolemais Girls Grammar, and secondly, the University. When the bus driver announced rather rudely that the Rudolf Steiner stop was there, she walked out of the bus.

Then, suddenly, Amelia's cellphone rang - the number didn't appear to be local, or from Alexandrian Ptolemais.

"Hello, Amelia speaking," she said, with a voice that had a tone of 'what on earth is going on'

Michael smiled to himself to hear her voice. She sounded a bit troubled...

"Hello, it's me, Michael," he answered. "Sorry for having to leave so hastily." He was quiet for a few seconds, not sure what to say. "I had to leave the country. My homeland cut off all diplomatic ties after the embassy..."

OOC: Oh, come on, you pansy.

The trench coat man's large suitcase was large enough to be hiding a gun, or a bomb...
OOC: HA! You-you didn't sign up! And it's too late to sign up!

The trench coat man gets off at the next stop without incident, and is never seen again.

The trench coat man gets off at the next stop without incident, and is never seen again.

OOC: Thank you.

Sorry for the late entrance here. Couldn't think of anything to type. I'm somewhere on the OOC thread.

IC:

"Coffee?" said a waitress.

"Yes mam," said Jerry, sitting back and reading a newspaper. The waitress poured a cup of joe into Jerry's coffee cup, and walked away. Jerry spied on everybody around the room. He had a habit for just looking around. It was a clear day, and Jerry was getting ready for something big. He was not a success here. Since the secret police ran him out of town, he had been living a plain lifestyle.
Jerry had traveled alot in Dashie, and was used to forrested, open plains. You could drive for hours and not find a settlement in Dashie. However, he had now become accustomed to the city life. The tell the truth, Jerry missed his time in the spotlight. Nobody here knew who he was; and for what was about to happen to him; he should have wished that nobody remembered.
Jerry left the diner, and walked out into the city life. It was 10 in the morning, and the city was buzzing. Suddenly, he noticed a man who looked familiar.


[OOC: Feel free to rp something happening to him here, or if not, I'll just think of something]

Michael smiled to himself to hear her voice. She sounded a bit troubled...

"Hello, it's me, Michael," he answered. "Sorry for having to leave so hastily." He was quiet for a few seconds, not sure what to say. "I had to leave the country. My homeland cut off all diplomatic ties after the embassy..."

"Michael, how on earth did you get my number? I don't recall giving it to you; oh well, it is so great to hear your voice again. I can understand that you had to leave, with the bombing and everything. So, how are you?"

Sorry for the late entrance here. Couldn't think of anything to type. I'm somewhere on the OOC thread.

IC:

"Coffee?" said a waitress.

"Yes mam," said Jerry, sitting back and reading a newspaper. The waitress poured a cup of joe into Jerry's coffee cup, and walked away. Jerry spied on everybody around the room. He had a habit for just looking around. It was a clear day, and Jerry was getting ready for something big. He was not a success here. Since the secret police ran him out of town, he had been living a plain lifestyle.
Jerry had traveled alot in Dashie, and was used to forrested, open plains. You could drive for hours and not find a settlement in Dashie. However, he had now become accustomed to the city life. The tell the truth, Jerry missed his time in the spotlight. Nobody here knew who he was; and for what was about to happen to him; he should have wished that nobody remembered.
Jerry left the diner, and walked out into the city life. It was 10 in the morning, and the city was buzzing. Suddenly, he noticed a man who looked familiar.


[OOC: Feel free to rp something happening to him here, or if not, I'll just think of something]
OOC: Don't worry, I remember you from the OOC thread. I can't really think of something to RP happening to him... Yet.

"Michael, how on earth did you get my number? I don't recall giving it to you; oh well, it is so great to hear your voice again. I can understand that you had to leave, with the bombing and everything. So, how are you?"

"Um, well, I sorta asked the KGB to track you down," Michael said abashedly. "I, er, just wanted to talk again..." his voice trailed. "I'm doing fine, I guess, considering I just became the head of my family and took over my father's job...I was more concerned about you."

"Um, well, I sorta asked the KGB to track you down," Michael said abashedly. "I, er, just wanted to talk again..." his voice trailed. "I'm doing fine, I guess, considering I just became the head of my family and took over my father's job...I was more concerned about you."

Amelia was stunned - she had always been told that the Imperial Secret Service was one of the best in the business; not that it existed of course; it was so secret that the public did not know about it and they were simply treated in the government accounts as the Ptolemais Investment Fund. Oh well, it didn't really matter

"Don't worry Michael; I was about to pull some favours back home myself, I never told you, my uncle is a Duke back home; funnily enough, it was related to that terrorist attack I was telling you about," Amelia said - her voice showing her excitement. "Well, there hasn't been too much for me to worry about, my money is getting a little low, but I have a job offer - actually, I need to get going; I'll ring you back, the number is in my phone's memory."

With that Amelia turned and looked at the school in front of her - it was an old, almost Victorian style building that must have held some civic importance in a bygone age. She walked toward the grand pillars and entered the door; turning toward someone and asking.

"Do you know where the Principal's office is? I am here for an interview."

In a thick western CM accent, the man said. "You uh, go straight a-head, take a left at de first oppertunity, and uh, take anodher left."

Amelia was stunned - she had always been told that the Imperial Secret Service was one of the best in the business; not that it existed of course; it was so secret that the public did not know about it and they were simply treated in the government accounts as the Ptolemais Investment Fund. Oh well, it didn't really matter

"Don't worry Michael; I was about to pull some favours back home myself, I never told you, my uncle is a Duke back home; funnily enough, it was related to that terrorist attack I was telling you about," Amelia said - her voice showing her excitement. "Well, there hasn't been too much for me to worry about, my money is getting a little low, but I have a job offer - actually, I need to get going; I'll ring you back, the number is in my phone's memory."

With that Amelia turned and looked at the school in front of her - it was an old, almost Victorian style building that must have held some civic importance in a bygone age. She walked toward the grand pillars and entered the door; turning toward someone and asking.

"Do you know where the Principal's office is? I am here for an interview."

In a thick western CM accent, the man said. "You uh, go straight a-head, take a left at de first oppertunity, and uh, take anodher left."

"All right, talk to you later," he said as she hung up. So, her uncle is a Duke...perhaps where one diplomatic opportunity failed, another would present itself. He quickly sent her a text, hoping it got to her before she was in her interview.

Good luck! ^_<

"All right, talk to you later," he said as she hung up. So, her uncle is a Duke...perhaps where one diplomatic opportunity failed, another would present itself. He quickly sent her a text, hoping it got to her before she was in her interview.
OOC: Awwww, how cute :D. The text message.

OOC: Awwww, how cute :D. The text message.

ooc: *^.^*

ooc: *^.^*
OOC: Should I create a thread for a diplomatic meeting? To reestablish relations?

OOC: Should I create a thread for a diplomatic meeting? To reestablish relations?

ooc: if you want, although, if michael has his say...

ic:

Yuri Gagarin Int'l Airport, Meridian City, CFUS

The calm green and blue hues of the capital city shown brightly, a good omen to Michael as the Vogel touched down. Passengers inside the terminals flocked to see the VTOL jet plane land, its engines tilted vertical as it landed lightly on its landing gear. A pair of Marines stood at the bottom of the ramp as he and his siblings were ushered into a black limosuine. As there was still wariness regarding CM operatives in the country, a pair of Suburbans loaded with FSO agentsin full gear escorted them back home.

Their family residence was near the State Directorate on Rue Triomphe. It was a stately house, four bedroom, three bath, with a small frontyard and a courtyard in the back sporting a stone water fountain. Above the door was his father's favorite phrase, In Verba Pax. As Michael led them to the door, his brother began to sob, and his sister grabbed his leg as she bawled uncontrollably.

In a thick western CM accent, the man said. "You uh, go straight a-head, take a left at de first oppertunity, and uh, take anodher left."

"Thanks," said Amelia, struggling to understand. As she walked left at the first opportunity, her phone vibrated

Good luck! ^_<

"How sweet," Amelia thought, and then she realised, she needed to switch off her phone. She followed the man's instructions and before long was in front of the principal's office. The door was very old, and it looked somewhat scary. She knocked on the door, and hoped that there would be a response

Oxord Residence, Meridian City, CFUS

The little ones had finally gotten to bed, and Michael was given a minute of peace. It was interrupted when a State Directorate offical came calling. He invited the man into the parlor, where they discussed the latest.

"Did you hear, CM is asking for reopening relations."

"I'll fight that with my last breath," Michael answered.

"There is a special meeting they would like you to attend," the official replied.

"If it keeps us outta that country, I'll do it," he responded.

"I meant to ask...how are your brother and sister doing? Can you handle raising them?"

"I am an adult by Commonwealth law," Michael said. "And even if I have to get a demeaning job, I'll find a way to support them."

"Thanks," said Amelia, struggling to understand. As she walked left at the first opportunity, her phone vibrated



"How sweet," Amelia thought, and then she realised, she needed to switch off her phone. She followed the man's instructions and before long was in front of the principal's office. The door was very old, and it looked somewhat scary. She knocked on the door, and hoped that there would be a response
The door opened to find a tall, imposing man standing at the door. His dark-brown suit was pressed and ironed, his tie, dull and bland. "Yes?" He said in an icy tone.

The door opened to find a tall, imposing man standing at the door. His dark-brown suit was pressed and ironed, his tie, dull and bland. "Yes?" He said in an icy tone.

"I am Amelia Jamieson, I am here for the interview," said Amelia

"I am Amelia Jamieson, I am here for the interview," said Amelia
"Come in." He said, his voice bland. "Sit down Ms. Jamieson." He stepped to the side to reveal a small, barren room, with naught but a desk and two chairs, one on each side.

"Come in." He said, his voice bland. "Sit down Ms. Jamieson." He stepped to the side to reveal a small, barren room, with naught but a desk and two chairs, one on each side.

Amelia walked into the room, and proceed to sit down at the table.