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"This is Tucker Island reporter, Joe Rogers, we come to you live from the capitol building in downtown Mikestown," said Joe Rogers into the Channel 5 news microphone. "Where President Burkley is about to make one of the most historic speeches ever!" he continued.





About 10 minutes later...






The 53 year old man, who just happened to be the president of Tucker Island, walked across the stage to the very large podium that beared the seal of Tucker Island. "My fellow Tucker Islanders, and other great diplomats, I bring what could turn out to be the greatest message of all time, or the worst." The president gulped. "I have decided to declare war on the terrorist group known as 'Blood Rose'." There arose chattering among the audience. "Now a couple weeks ago, The Blood Rose group bombed the Harrison Tower. A small group of individuals brought us enough information to declare war on them. That is all I have for you at the moment. God Bless Tucker Island!" The president walked off the stage.

OOC : Open RP?

The General of War sat in his office. A couple of commanders sat in the chairs in front of him. "You two are gonna get in you're damn transport jets and travel over there and kick some Blood Rose ass!" yelled the gruff General of War as the two commanders left the room. General Jones lit a cigerette. He had made a couple calls to foreign nations that were willing to help out. He called in the first diplomat that was willing to help out.

OOC : Open RP?

OOC: Yes

The national security wing of The Cyberverse was working in overdrive. 3 weeks ago a terrorist attack had rocked their capital city, and now this 'Blood Rose' were to blame. They were searching for the slightest hint of a base.

Captain Ranna of the Mobile Intelligence Unit, found reports of Blood Rose sightings still in Tucker Island. So they decided to send Ranna with Black Ops troops to locate and assault the terrorist base - without the consent of Tucker Island.

...

"Captain Ranna to General Orannis. We are taking off from the Redoubt (carrier) in 4 hours time. We aim to arrive in Tucker Island by late tomorrow.

"Good, Captain. Good luck. Black Ops procedures now engaged. Maintain radio silence at all costs. Orannis out."

Ranna sighed to his men. "Looks like its just us now."

A familiar face dialed up the Presidents number, which was actually something he had. The figure smiled, I wonder if he'll remember me?

Ring, Ring The president picked up his telephone and said, "Hello" when the president heard the voice on the other line he smiled.

Captain Ranna and his two man squad dropped in the water a mile from the Tucker Islands. Activating strength boosters and stealth camo on their prototype advanced MXO-1 exoskeletons, they made for the shore.

((OOC: I suppose I should continue my assassination operation from "Tucker Island Attacked".

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"I see you've actually declared war on them. Impressive, I have a force that may be lending a hand, assuming you don't mind." Said the agent, he was back and ready for more.

Captain Ranna and his two man squad dropped in the water a mile from the Tucker Islands. Activating strength boosters and stealth camo on their prototype advanced MXO-1 exoskeletons, they made for the shore.

OOC: Dude, I do believe its MT.

Hi all,
If I may, I'd like to join in,
On behalf of killing terrorists,
Or Nation was attacked ( in legislation ) and we
have begun a campaign to rid the world of such scum.

Is it alright if I come in?
I have a Real Life only tech nation and military.

The Ralkovian Ministry Chief on Foreign Finances laughed loudly. He had just signed a deal with some terrorists group known as Black Dawn. For 800 million dollars Ralkovia had just supplied them with enough smalls arms, equipment, vehicles, and explosives to wage a small war and destroy several cities but thats what they were going to do he supposed anyway. He had also rented out 4 Ralkovian C-hawks.
to them, even if he didn't get it all back he would pay out of his own pocket, he was entertained by these "terrorists" or "freedom fighters." He found it hilarious to watch what happened. Of course the emperor never knew of the back deals he did with these terrorists. If he had... a shiver went down Razu's back, as the ministry chief thought of the type of punishment he would deal with. Of course the emperor trusted Razu to much to actually ever have someone investigate the so called "corruption" of his ministry.

Oliver stood up as the priest chose him to lead the attack on tucker island. He felt honored, he brushed at the hair that came down over his blue eyes. He was young but combat ready. Since he was 7, the priest fed him the "truth" of the world. He had begun training for war at the age of 8. Behind him a troop of 300 men stood up. They were under his command till death. All of them were well trained and could fight at least 4 enemies each and win. With special armor and weapons they would be impossible to stop. What was about to happen had cost almost a billion dollars to convince a nation of military money-whores(ralkovia) to give them equipment to wage their holy war. The troops were easy enough to transport near tucker island with the C-hawks and the sub the Ralkovians had lent to them. Oliver sighed, he knew this was a suicide mission and so did everyone else in his group, but that did not stop them.

OOC: C-hawks= Large stealth cargo planes.(think of a stealth bomber but bigger) These planes are also sea planes but the floating device is stored inside the plane until it needs them.

"Goddamnit Johnson! Be careful with that...you drop that at a bad angle and we all die!" came the bark of the Operations Commander of the Black Eagles. Recently, a nation known as Tucker Island had declared "war" on a terrorist group, known as the Blood Rose's. The Eagles saw this as a perfect opportunity to test out a new weapon they had in development. The Black Eagles were a very secretive branch of the Jimzraway government, specifically created to design, test, and eventually produce new weaponry for the nation. They tended to strike under the guise of a terrorist group, and then disappear before anyone could ask too many questions. Only the Ruler and Secretary of War in Jimzraway knew of the groups existence, or even it's name.

The weapon in question that Johnson had been carrying was about the size of a football. It was currently resting inside a cryogenic transport module, small enough for one man to carry. The device itself contained a powerful nerve agent, known only as P32-X. The testing of the agent itself was too dangerous to do within the Jimzrawayin borders, so the Ruler had ordered the test to take place at the "soonest possible time" in the "most un-obtrusive nation possible." The Operations Commander, known by only the code Fox, had decided Tucker Island was the perfect proving ground. Fox and Johnson headed to a small water craft, big enough for 3 to 6 people, loaded the weapon, and began the trek to Tucker Island. It would take them about a day and a half to reach it from their current point. Fox quickly checked that they had two bio-suits, and then went back to piloting the craft. He was anxious, not only to see the weapons effects, but also at telling poor Johnson what he was going to have to do...

We'd like to offer our assistance in your fight against cowards and
religious fanatics.

We have a large array of Spy satellites which could offer you valuable information if you would allow us to assist you in hunting these dogs down.

Respectfully,
Darian MacAbby,
International Intelligence office
Armed Republic of Cascade States,

Heavily encrypted message

To: 'Blood Rose'
From: Красная змейка п.в.к. [Red Snake PMC]




We are willing to train and arm your people... for a price. Reply if interested.

The President smiled, "You again. Maybe this time I'll get a name outa you. So you gonna help out?"

The soldiers landed onto the beach and dissappeared into civilian population the weapons were collapsible and were easily hidden.

As the President was talking to the agent his advisor of defense walked in with a worried face. "Call you back in a sec," the President said as he hung up. The president frowned, "What's wrong." The advisor answered, "We have reason to believe they're here." The President hung his head, for he knew the war would be fought here now.

OOC:what would be one of your tallest buildings?

((OOC: Bump for post recognition on page one.))

OOC:what would be one of your tallest buildings?

OOC: Probably the Shelby Towers they're the same height.

OOC:Can I blow it up?

((OOC: I suppose I should continue my assassination operation from "Tucker Island Attacked".

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OOC:No that one kinda shut down after we caught one of the terrorists!

OOC:Can I blow it up?

OOC: You can try but at this point it's heavily guarded!!!

OOC: Whats a major population center, such as a town square, etc;

OOC: Whats a major population center, such as a town square, etc;

OOC: James street plaza. I need to know who's on my side and who's on the terrorists' side?

OOC: I'm neither. I'm using the terrorist activity to mask my own. Can I set off a bio bomb in James Street?

OOC: I'm neither. I'm using the terrorist activity to mask my own. Can I set off a bio bomb in James Street?

OOC:It's in the capitol city good luck!!

Two Hercules cargo planes with characteristic single roundel of the Chrisman Union air force flew over Tucker Island. Inside, jeeps, APCs, and balaclava donning special forces, each anonymous, each deadly. "This is A.S.C.U.A.F flight 584 requesting permission to land," began the pilot "We're here to-" at that moment the plane at the rear of the formation exploded, sending wreckage, shrapnel, and other detritus of war to the ground in flames. "Damn it!" said the pilot "They've got SAMs!"
"Was it from the government or the terrorists?" asked a special forces officer.
At that moment two SAMs struck the wing, sending the plane spiraling towards the ground.

(OOC: anyone can claim blowing the planes out the sky, please do)

The agent laughed as the president hung up. He had two other men with him, one of them holding a portable radio kit. "Alright you, set that thing up and radio base, we want more men here ASAP." Said the agent to the other man, "Yes sir." The agent then turned to the other man who was wearing battle equiptment and had several weapons on him. "John, you can handle the commanding as sson as we get more units." The man nodded, "So Luke, what are you doing?" The agent smiled, "Helping the president of course. He knows me, and from what I gather there's going to be some serious hell." John raised an eyebrow, "Whadaya mean sir?" Luke laughed, "This countries been goin' through hell for a while. And I know a lot of other people are going to get involved, as they always do. So we have terrorists as well as 'other factors' to take care of. A tower got bombed, how much you wanna bet something else isn't gonna happen?" The other agent finished with the radio, "Sir, we've got plenty of reinforcements coming in. They even called some FMs." Luke smiled, "Those crazy mothers? Damn, this is gonna be fun. Okay, Marcus," Luke said to the man with the radio, "Get the car. We have someone to visit."

The small boat that Fox ans Johnson were traveling in came ashore in a very rocky, remote area of the beach. Fox grabbed the case, and motioned for Johnson to follow. They both removed their wet suits to reveal normal suits.
"Ok Johnson...now listen. Our target is James Plaza. It's the city's capital, so it's not going to be an easy hit. I'm going to remove the football, and put it in my briefcase." He motioned to one lying at his side. "Also, notice that the cases both say Diplomatic Materials on them. Even if someone stops us, we don't need to show them whats inside.When we get in the city, we're going to trade off. Once the football is inside the briefcase, we have 60 minutes, or until the case is opened to plant it. Either way, it goes off. Any questions?" Johnson shook his head, slightly nervously. "Oh, and here." Fox tossed Johnson a pistol. It was a Model M92F, Fox placed his into the pocket that was inside his suit coat. He then bent down and opened the briefcase. Then, he carefully removed the football, and placed it inside the briefcase. He then closed and locked the briefcase, Johnson picked up his empty one, and the timer on Fox's watch began to count down. They were about 20 minutes outside of James Street if they walked...

Sunni had aimed her heat-guided missile launcher at the planes flying over head the missiles easily hit the chrismas union planes it was too easy. Sunni turned to Jared smiling,"You know jared these Ralkovian weapons are good, real good." Jared pushed Sunni as he said,"Lets get the hell out of here before we get caught." The small van rushed off with 4 heavily armed people inside.

OOC: Saying you hit his plane is godmodding. You can only say you fired the missiles, its up to him to determine whether they hit or not, and how much damage they did.

Two Hercules cargo planes with characteristic single roundel of the Chrisman Union air force flew over Tucker Island. Inside, jeeps, APCs, and balaclava donning special forces, each anonymous, each deadly. "This is A.S.C.U.A.F flight 584 requesting permission to land," began the pilot "We're here to-" at that moment the plane at the rear of the formation exploded, sending wreckage, shrapnel, and other detritus of war to the ground in flames. "Damn it!" said the pilot "They've got SAMs!"
"Was it from the government or the terrorists?" asked a special forces officer.
At that moment two SAMs struck the wing, sending the plane spiraling towards the ground.

(OOC: anyone can claim blowing the planes out the sky, please do)

OOC: I believe he said somebody already hit him and he just wanted someone to take blame

OOC: As long as its okay with him

OOC:thats why I am waiting

(OOC: It's fine. Helps the story)

OOC:Now we wait for tucker island

The President was shocked as he looked out the window. He saw in the distance a plane fall out of the sky. "Oh my God" he yelled. The streets were covered with army vehicles. "This is not the way I had planned it to be" the president said as he lowered his head and imagined what the aftermath would be.


OOC: Who is on my side and who is supporting the Terrorists???

The small boat that Fox ans Johnson were traveling in came ashore in a very rocky, remote area of the beach. Fox grabbed the case, and motioned for Johnson to follow. They both removed their wet suits to reveal normal suits.
"Ok Johnson...now listen. Our target is James Plaza. It's the city's capital, so it's not going to be an easy hit. I'm going to remove the football, and put it in my briefcase." He motioned to one lying at his side. "Also, notice that the cases both say Diplomatic Materials on them. Even if someone stops us, we don't need to show them whats inside.When we get in the city, we're going to trade off. Once the football is inside the briefcase, we have 60 minutes, or until the case is opened to plant it. Either way, it goes off. Any questions?" Johnson shook his head, slightly nervously. "Oh, and here." Fox tossed Johnson a pistol. It was a Model M92F, Fox placed his into the pocket that was inside his suit coat. He then bent down and opened the briefcase. Then, he carefully removed the football, and placed it inside the briefcase. He then closed and locked the briefcase, Johnson picked up his empty one, and the timer on Fox's watch began to count down. They were about 20 minutes outside of James Street if they walked...

OOC: Mikestown is the Capitol James Street Plaza is a Plaza in Mikestown.

IC: Tim Kirkman was in Mikestown. He was a security guard at James Street Plaza (JSP). He watched as an airplane plumeted into the ground. People began running and screaming. In the confusion all the other guards were directing people. Tim noticed two men approaching with brief-cases. "hmm...That's odd. they're not running, he thought as he approached them.

Moments before the plane above them was attacked, Fox and Johnson had switched briefcases. And moments after, as everyone around them fled in panic, a security guard was approaching them. Fox looked to Johnson and nodded. Johnson knew the rules. Fox stopped, and waited for the man to reach them. Both he and Johnson remained perfectly calm, even with the chaos around them ensuing.

"Hello Gentlemen," Tim said in his cop like voice."may I see what's in you guys' brief cases?"

Putting on a fake forginer accent, Fox began to speak.
"Ehh...I sorry sir, my partner and I, we don't know the language very well. But uh, we are, uhh...how you say, diplomats?" Fox motioned to the lettering on the briefcase. "I believe that, uh...we no need to show you contents, yes? Really it's only papers, but they are...ehh...how you say, sensitive material?" Johnson stood there, nodding in compliance. The timer on Fox's watch reached 30 minutes.

The men packed everything into a white unmarked SUV with tinted windows. Meanwhile Luke called up the president once more...
OOC: Gone for about 30 minutes.

While everyone was in a panic as the planes came crashing down, sara smiled.
"I have hacked into the television network..."
Oliver sighed,"Good job sara, when do we go live?"
Sara looked at oliver before looking back at the computer,"In about one minute oliver."
Oliver turned his head and brushed his hair out of his face, the camera turned to him. He cleared his throat as sara said they went live. Every television in tucker island began to play oliver.
"You mr. president cannot beat us, you have no way of winning against G-d. We are his soldiers, we kill for him. We will kill you and send you back to hell you scum. You are a stain on what is right in the world, your people need G-d as their leader, not some shit stain. We will kill you."
The camera shut off and the men operating them took off in separate directions. Minutes later the television networks shut down all over tucker island.

Refering my team to the other thread

It had passed some time since the covert operation that brought in a "Bloody Rose" terrorist into Terra Novian custody. The team had stayed low since the arrest and all the chaos they brought. But they had a new agenda now. The Atlantis Intelligence Service (A.I.S) captured a disturbing satellite image showing a plane that was about to crash.

"Take a look at this sir" Said the Radio and Communication Specialist (RCS) and showed a picture of the plane with a small projectile like object behind it.

"Hm,Isn't this the plane that crashed?" Said the Officer.

"Yes sir" Replied the RCS

"We need to move out,They will meet us at 456,923" Briefed the officer his team

"From there we will move east, A.I.S suggests that the "Bloody Rose" is already in the country,Now the hard part is to locate them. We know from the past you likely only have one shot to tag em' But this time they have more resources and work on larger groups. So Don't take any risks. We are better equipped in terms of electronics but we have good reasons believe these guys have at least Type-IV Armor Protection." Continued the officer as they were moving towards the van.

They entered the van and closed the backdoor driving off

Oliver planted the EMP wave charges near the tucker island powerplant. If it worked it would disable power all over tucker island.

Putting on a fake forginer accent, Fox began to speak.
"Ehh...I sorry sir, my partner and I, we don't know the language very well. But uh, we are, uhh...how you say, diplomats?" Fox motioned to the lettering on the briefcase. "I believe that, uh...we no need to show you contents, yes? Really it's only papers, but they are...ehh...how you say, sensitive material?" Johnson stood there, nodding in compliance. The timer on Fox's watch reached 30 minutes.

"May I look through them?" Tim asked.

Oliver planted the EMP wave charges near the tucker island powerplant. If it worked it would disable power all over tucker island.

Two powerplant guards began yelling, "Hey what're you doing?"

Ring Ring The president answered. It was the voice of the agent.

2 of olivers snipers quickly aimed and shot at the guards.(g2g)

Tim turned for a second thinking he heard sniper fire, but didn't want to leave the two suspicious men alone.

Casualties were high. One of the lumbering Hercules had practically disintegrated mid-flight, no chance of survivors. However, the other one was a lot better. A few vehicles had survived, and 15 of the 20 personnel on board were in a reasonable condition.
"Where the hell was our escort?" piped up one trooper.
"I don't know!" Replied one of the soldiers, "But the PDA says that we sre about 30 miles a way from the capital of this hellhole of an island!"

******

"This is eagle one, did you see where that SAM was launched from?" said a pilot, part of the escort of the Hercules.
"Grid reference 184529 has a lot of vapour trails around it, possible launch site."
"Preparing strafing run!"
One of the fighter jets broke away from the main formation. It glided over grid 184529 (OOC: that's you Ralkovia), and raked it with machine gun rounds and FFAR.

The car screeched around a corner before heading to the Presidents House. "Yeah, Mr. President, what's up? Just to let you know we're on our way to your house as of this moment. Believe me, some shit is about to go down, expect coordinated assaults all ove rthe city and a lot of unwanteds getting involved."

All the jets shot at was empty land as the vehicle had sped off the second it had finished firing. All that was left was an empty Ralkovian Surface to air missile launcher tube, and that would require investigation to be found.

"No target," said the pilot "Terrorists must of bugged out when we showed up! There's an object down there, ground team, advice you check it out."
Within no time, the convoy of vehicles that had left the wreckage had reached the object. It was a surface to air missile launcher, with Ralkovian markings a long the side.
"Bastards!" said one soldier "Ralkovia's gone and stabbed us in the back!"
"Could be friendly fire," said one soldier "Tucker Islands gone mental since the president declared war on Bloody Rose."
"Doubt it," said another "We should get going. This place is probably crawling with terrorists."

The men who were planting the EMP wave bombs began to prime the bombs. All the technology they had was Ralkovian made, after all Black Dawn had bought it from Ralkovia.

The priest had many connections to the arms manufacturing industry, these corporations donated large sums of money to the Black Dawn. Of course all these corporations were Ralkovian. The Ralkovian money the group got just ended up paying the Ralkovians again and again, best of all the government had no clue that they were being cheated out of millions and billions of dollars.

As the agents drove they recieved a message over their radio, very well encryped which could only mean one thing... "The Shadows are approaching children, they will soon be upon everyone and bring darkness in their wake." Said a voice in a bubbly (and creepy) tone. "What the fuck..." muttered Marcus before taking the radio and sending a transmission back. "Mind putting that in english?" There was the sound of a deep laughter, "The Forbidden are on their way, we are only a few minutes away. We will be there shortly, expenct to see us on the coastline..." Then the transmission ended. "Hello? Hello? Dammit they hung up on us, and knowing them they prolly turned their radios off." Marcus said with a frown, Luke smiled from the back seat. "So? At least they're coming." John snorted, "Those guys gimme the fucking creeps."

Fox shook his head. He dropped the accent. "No sir. You can't." He then quickly pulled his gun from his suit and squeezed off a shot at the mans head, point blank range. There was no dodging that. Fox looked at Johnson, and screamed "Go! Now! Get it done!" and with that, Johnson took off in one direction, and Fox in the other. As Fox ran, he pulled a personal gas mask from his briefcase, clipped it on, threw the briefcase back into the ocean, and headed for the boat that they had landed on.

OOC: does anyone have any embassies in Tucker Island?

Ooc: I don't think I have an embassy in Tucker island. How many terrorist groups and nutjobs are going to join your war tucker? I just want to get confronted about selling weapons to terrorists.

OOC: This always happens since there's no real limit to people who wish nothing more than to destroy this place for whatever reason.

OoC:I have no problem with all these people...I'm one of them, but it seems when the words war, terrorists, assassinations, civil war, new land, or oil is mentioned everybody jumps on the band wagon.

OOC: Pretty much

ooc:lol, now I'm thinking of the scene from finding nemo with the seagulls all saying "mine, mine, mine, mine"

OOC: LOL, oh right something I forgot. Jim, keep this in mind for the future: bio/nuke weapon are innaccessable for countries that don't have at least 100 million population. You currently only have 9 mil so that weapon you're test technally shouldn't even exist, at least not in your hands. Sorry for forgetting to tell you this, it's a bitchy rule but its essentially one that everyone has to follow. I wouldn't suggest editing all you posts, just keep that in mind for the future.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, google this: NSEconomy

OOC: Well, that's kind of a stupid rule, now isn't it? I mean, don't small countries with rouge dictators, generals, w/e, usually make the best terrorists to have nukes? And, even if that's the case, I have a loophole. This is a test, I was already planing on making the weapon not work right, and only be about half as effective as it should be. Don't know if that matters, but w/e. Guess I'll keep that rule in mind.

(OOC: what's Tucker Island's capital?)

OOC: Don't worry about it man, I had the same thoughts when I first found it out. It's mainly because people expect you to keep in mind: Researching the weapon, actually building the weapon, and then maintaining it. All of which apparently take a lot of time and money.
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=543994
In section three of this thread they talk about 'everything you need to know about war.'

OOC: I just read through a bunch of that, and someone made a very valid point under Logistics. Most people are doing this for FUN. I personally happen to be very strategy minded, and draw battle plans when I'm bored. However, I'm not on here to write 30 friggin posts about how I'm going to supply my men with water every day. People have taken what should be a fun, moderatly complex, possibly involving some more intense planning, strats, etc; Roleplaying Fourm, and turned it into a goddamned war room at the Pentagon. This is ridiculous. Yes, I see the validity in using it do dissuade Godmodders, make sure people don't abuse numbers, like "Omg I hAz 286476430987635095876 tr00pz! U lose!" Which is why it should have SOME level of complexity, as I said earlier, but not what we have now. Seriously.[/rant]

OOC: Again, my point with the whole bioweapon thing is just me repeated the same thing I got and some other people got told a little while back. Just spreading the word.

While they still were heading towards waypoint one they looked at the photo once more and there was something that the RCS could'nt let go. The shape of the projectile was very distictive and he was trying hard to remember it.

Soon they arrived to one of Tucker Islands many military bases.

"Alpha-5-8-9-4-Foxtrot-Charlie-Lima" Said the officer to the guard.

"I GOT IT!" Yelled the RCS

"What now?" The officer said and sighed.

"Its Ralkovian see?" He made a gesture with his hand around the projectile to
further explain

"You see these parts,They are only manufactured in Ralkovia,Their not liscensed. As far as their security goes we know that they would let those missiles slip under their noses.

"Alright we will discuss this matter later,But first we need to talk to the Brigadier General,He knows our assignment. 5-Y357 is en route to the crashing site to look it up but for now we need to stay LOW." The officer explained to his men

The officer turned to the guard again "Is there a problem?"

OOC: ITs your guard Tucker

The A.S.C.U column (compromised of two humvees and an APC) was half an hour away from Tucker Island's capital. "How well will the government receive an unmarked, unannounced convoy?" said one soldier, "Surely they'd treat us as bad as the terrorists?"
"Good point," said the seargent, the obvious leader "Put the flags up."
Union flags were attached to the radio antennae, to show their identity. "Also, tell president Garth about our attack."

*****

President Garth looked through the numerous telegrams, when he came to the information about the Tucker Island Task Force. "Ralkovian attack on aerial formation?" said Garth, shocked "Right then, there is only one solution to that: a state of war exists between Ralkovia and the A.S.C.U! Send the telegram to the Ralkovian emperor about this incident: i'm sure he'd love to know..."

OOC:Ralkovian Emperor, you mean. My country is ruled by an emperor.

ooc:Bump

A large building is chosen to be the target of Black Dawn.

OOC: Here's an idea, let's wait for Tucker to get back before going any further.

Ooc:yeah I know I'm just bored

The car screeched around a corner before heading to the Presidents House. "Yeah, Mr. President, what's up? Just to let you know we're on our way to your house as of this moment. Believe me, some shit is about to go down, expect coordinated assaults all ove rthe city and a lot of unwanteds getting involved."

"Please remember to be careful my house is the last place that the terrorists need to-" the president was cut off with a loud boom.

Johnson has found his way into a public bathroom, just as planned. It was deserted, which was convenient. Johnson looked around, and found what he needed. A loose ventilation panel. According the the blue prints they had of the city, this vent connected to an external fan, which would help spread the toxin quickly. It also connected to every other building on James Street, by way of a Sewer System. Johnson quickly removed the "football" from his briefcase and placed it inside the now opened vent shaft. The timer read 8 minutes. He closed the shaft back up, and began to run for his life as he headed for the boat that Fox should have been waiting with on the beach. He had also placed his gas mask on by this point. 6 minutes and counting...

The camera zoomed in on a reporter that had tear streaks on her face. She began to speak. "I am Cheryl Potter for the -sniff- channel 5 news. Under thirty minutes ago the home of James R. Burkley was blown up when an air strike hit it. There are no survivors. Today is a sad day in Tucker Island. For Channel 5 News this is-" the reporter's head exploded from a sniper. All of Tucker Island watched in horror as this issue became very personal.

"OH yeah... I guess we can't meat there after all. ALright then, you arrange the meeting, and don't worry, secure phone. Greywatch military standard, yeah, they have cell phones specifically for the military." John looked over, "So what now. Not like we can kill some time here eh?" LUke smiled, "So? We find something else to do."

10.000 feets above tucker island

A tight group of 8 B-2 Spirit Bombers were flying over Tucker Island.

"T-1 to all units,We have a go. Commence Order 3-4-0-9-5-7."

"Roger that" crackled the radios from all the bombers.

As the order was initiated the Teamleader gave the go.

"All targets marked,Fox 1 Fox 2" Said the teamleader and a hail of Toma Hawks were launched.

"What the hell was that?" said a soldier, in response to the explosion that had just obliterated President Burkley's house. A large plume of smoke rose above the former residence of the President. Obviously, the convoy drove right to the scene.

The convoy arrived just in time to see a news reporter's head explode following a loud report from a sniper rifle. "Sniper!" shouted a seargent, "Suppressing fire on that building there!" The .50 cal on the humvees opened up, splintering the building and grey clad, balaclava donning special forces officers dived out of the humvee, firing more rounds at the supposed position of the sniper. It was just getting worse and worse for Tucker Island.

ooc:ooh could I claim the sniper hit and the destruction of burkleys house?

Johnson reached the beach. The boat was there...but it was destroyed. And Fox was nowhere to be found. 2 minutes left. Johnson didn't care, he had to get out. He began to make his way towards the water, when he heard a voice, one that sounded like it was coming through a mask. And the click of a pistol hammer. "On your knees Johnson. I'm sorry I have to do this." It was Fox. Johnson knew he couldn't kill the man, even if he tried, so he dropped to his knees, and placed his hands on the back of his head. He felt the barrel of the pistol against the back of his skull. "Goodbye Johnson...I'm sorry." 1 minute now. Johnson's head erupted into a bloom of blood and brain, but not from Fox's pistol. It was a sniper. Fox dove behind a rock on the beach, just as a bullet struck where he was standing. "Damnit! Of all the friggin..." 30 seconds.
Fox checked his gas mask. "I really hope this damned thing works...for all the trouble..." 10 seconds. The sniper fired as Fox peeked out from behind the rock. He barely missed. Fox looked at his watch. 5,4,3, the sniper fired again, 2, 1...
At first, nothing. But about 30 seconds later, Fox was able to get a view of James Street. A light mist appeared to be forming around the building the football had been planted in. This was good. But the mist was not as thick as it should have been. The chemical must have been inhibited by the, well, inhibitor that was placed in it to kill it within 48 hours. Fox checked his mask again, he would be fine. Now he just had to wait for the gas to reach the sniper...

ooc:ooh could I claim the sniper hit and the destruction of burkleys house?

OOC: Sure.

OOC:YAY!! Tucker what would be a building near the presidents house

The missiles seperated and went for Tuckers various powerplants. They were watching the IR for impact.

meanwhile.

A call to the president of Tucker Island secured phone rings.

The sniper fire began to slow down. Finally it stopped, the snipers had thrown down their weapons(Ralkovian weapons) and if they were lucky running off into the panicking crowds, where they blended in. If they weren't lucky they waited with a unpinned frag grenade waiting to get shot so they could take out as many soldiers or police officers as they could.

An aide rushed into the emperors office. He quickly caught his breathe and informed the emperor that the chrismas union wanted to speak with the emperor immediately. Emperor Dire picked up his phone and began to talk.
"Yes, you have told my aide that what you needed was urgent. What is the matter?"

Fox threw a rock out from behind the boulder where he sat. Nothing. He then peaked his head over the rock. The sniper seemed to have left, or worse. The gas had just spread past the tree line, and was making its way towards the beach. Fox got up and began walking into the gas. The filter on his gas mask would last about 10 minutes in direct exposure. He made his way to the general area he had seen the sniper fire coming from. He moved some things around, brushed away some leaves, and what did he find, but an abandoned snipers nest. Doubting anything would be there, but deciding to check anyway, he bent down and picked up the weapon. There wasn't anything too special about it...except for the small, Ralkovin making branded into the stock. "Son of a bitch...they're involved too?"

This whole process had taken about 7 minutes, so Fox hurried and got out of the gas field. He began to jog, then run, towards the point where his helicopter should have been waiting. During all the commotion of the planes exploding, and the firebombings, Fox had taken a moment to send out his signal for pick up, singular extraction. A MH-60K Black Hawk was supposed to be waiting for him further down the beach. And it was. However, as he approached, his team exited the helicopter. He found this odd, but proceeded to board. The pilot turned around as he got on, and handed him a wireless tablet. A message was displayed on the screen.

To:Commander Fox
From: Black Eagle Command
Re:Tucker Island Operation
Encryption level: 9(Maximum Security)
YOU ARE TO CONTINUE OPERATIONS ON TUCKER ISLAND. GATHER INTEL ON ANY REMAINING FORCES AFTER EFFECTS OF BIO-WEAPON. REMOVE ANY RESISTANCE ENCOUNTERED. THIS INCLUDES GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS, TERRORISTS, AND ANY UNKNOWN FACTORS. CIVILIAN CASUALTIES ARE ACCEPTABLE. REASON:POSSIBLE NEW COLONY FOR JIMZRAWAY.
YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED WHEN EXTRACTION IS TO TAKE PLACE.
-END TRANSMISSION

Fox handed the tablet back to the pilot. He wasn't happy about this, but he didn't really have a choice. His gear was stored in the rear of the chopper. He changed quickly, placed the provided gas mask, the real quality one, over his head, and rejoined his team. As they ran into the tree line bordering the beach, the Black Hawk behind them began to take off. As it was flying away, the streak of an RPG missile could be seen from another cluster of trees. The rocket hit the Helicopter, somewhere near the fuselage, and it erupted into flames. The men looked at each other for a moment. "Guess it was a good thing we decided to stay..." grunted the team Sniper, Harrison. "Cut the chatter...form up, and move forward." came the short, quiet, yet very clear commands of Fox. The men checked their weapons, and moved forward through the underbrush...

"Yes, you have told my aide that what you needed was urgent. What is the matter?"

"Your forces in Tucker Island blowing the special forces out the sky, that's what the matter is!" shouted President Garth into the phone, "You've obviously been supplying the terrorists that we, and the people of Tucker Island are trying to get rid of. You can't deny it: We found a Ralkovian SAM launcher, we found terrorist armed with Ralkovian sniper rifles in the city square. Hell, I'm damn sure that we've had reports of them wearing Ralkovian uniforms! Now what is your response and maybe we can sort this out without anymore bloodshed."

"What!?!?!?!," the emperor said completely taken by surprise. "I have no knowledge of are country selling weapons to anyone....I will call a council meeting immediately and sort out these events. Let me say though that I know for a fact that we do not have any troops anywhere near this tucker island." The emperor began to sound furious as he yelled at his aides to call a meeting between all ministries. " I will try and find out what has happened...but trust me there is no way that it was our troops that are doing this, we do sell weapons to any group with money, but it has to be signed by my hand for any order to be shipped, to prevent mishaps like this. And I haven't had to sign a document for weapon shipping in almost 2 years...and that was when I hired my minister of foreign weapon finances..............................DAMMIT CALL MINISTER TARGEN YER IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Three Greywatch FM VTOL craft landed on one of Tucker Island's beached. Out of each one came about eight men, clad in black, bulletproof armor. They breathed normally through their gas masks and began unloading their weapons. Handguns, rifles, AP and explosive weapons, grenades and sniper weapons to name a few. They came prepared, better them then Greywatch soldiers, the Greywatch council didn't wnat any of its own soldiers involve. All armor, weapons, and vehicles were unmarked and custom made for the FM. Anyone who had not come across them before would not know that they were sponsered by Greywatch. "Okay, let's move!" Shouted one of them. The aircraft quickly took off and flew away as the men disembarked.