NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Anybody can be apart of this just jump in and RP I don't know where it will end up but feel free to join in.

5:59am 25/8/08 Bowmore, Whiskeasian Capital. Main Street.

On the corner of Main Street there lived an old homeless person he could of lived of the state if he wanted to but he didn't because he liked sleeping out under the stars.
The three men in the alley behind the off-license got ready. They put balaclavas on and wiped down old tire irons. The leader of the cell turned to the two others and said "This is the start of a glorious revolution. Do it for the good of the party and a better purer world." They stalked out and in short order quickly beat the old homeless mans head in. A passing milkman tried to stop it but for his trouble got a cracked skull and a concussion. All across the country their were other hate crimes happening. Against blacks, immigrants, homosexuals, Jews and Muslims.

6:55am Bureau Of Internal Affairs (BOIF)

Chief Inspector Williams came running through security at the front of the building and up to the incident room, he had been awoken by a phone call saying that it was all going down. As he arrived in the incident room a young female agent in a suit gave him the run down of the things which had happened so far. "Sir, they have hit us hard and right across the board. We have over thirty hate killings in Bowmore alone with reports of lynchings and riots coming from other areas of the country. I think we have a total
of 159 hate crimes and that is just the start. There is a huge civil rights rally happening in the next two hours in central Bowmore we have deployed large amounts of Police units but were thin on the ground.
One group claims to do this the NSP, National Socialist Party. They are a well supported radical political movement with no support in parliament. Rumor has it they are fed up with unemployment and the well-fare state the problem is allot of middle class white people feel the same way and this is before the minority retaliation strikes has started." Williams thanked the girl and walked over to his desk and sat down. In a few hours the press where going to get hold of it and make the whole thing into a time bomb. Williams then realized it was out of his league. He needed the Prime Minister to address the nation and initiate a temporary OP-*6. The censorship of all media. And the police and military given complete control of the public. He turned to the manilla phone on his desk and pressed the hash key. He said "Hello, This is Chief Inspector Williams calling from BOIF. I need to be put through to the PM. It's impor.... Yes I unders.... No I won't go on hold! Goddamn it!" He swore. Why, he thought, do secretaries think they rule they world?

9:00am Channel 1 WMBC

Prime Minister Jack Daniels stalked out towards the podium, he paused looked into the camera and said to the assembled masses in Capital Square and the Nation what was going to happen. "My fellow citizens I have to inform you that due to the escalating riots the Military and Police forces will be in complete control of the country for the next few days. They will answer to me and will pull out when I order them to. This is all in accordance with defense plan OP-*6." As he drew breath to continue a young well dressed man in the front of crowd cooly pulled a pistol shot the Prime Minister twice and then shot himself.

11:55am 26/8/08 Bureau Of Internal Affairs (BOIF)

Chief Inspector Williams was in trouble, so was the country. But more importantly him. There were now two warring factions with the authorities stuck in the middle. The Minorities had a large paramilitary as they hopelessly tried to fight back against the better equipped, trained and smaller NSP backed up by a much smaller militia force of radicals. There was a mix of small arms, IED (Improvised Explosive Device) and VBIED (Vehicle Borne Improvised Explosive Device) attacks on government, civil and Military buildings. The Prime Minister was in hospital with broken ribs and a bullet in his thigh. Things were not looking good. He alerted the Office of International Intelligence(OII), to look for some international help, they needed extra troops and equipment. The Regular Military and Reserves were spread thin on the ground they were pinned down in some places unable to leave their bases. A narrow supply train of heavily escorted trucks and Chinook helicopters supported police and military bases. Although they had forced the fighting out of the main cities the Radicals were terrorizing small towns and were gathering their forces to strike back. Williams jotted this all done on the computer, encrypted it and sent it out.

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The Kingdom of The Royal British States would like to extend a helping hand to the nation of Whiskeasy by sending peace-keeping troops into the country to control the current radicals and riots. Please reply a.s.a.p. and we will get to you soon. We would like to send our condolences to you for your former Prime Minister Jack Daniels. We are sorry that you had lost a great leader.

Signed,
George Hinster
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Royal British States

The Republic of Brabandia is willing to support your government. Therefor we will send you 200 peace-keeping troups and $10mil in support. Our intelligence services also have some knowledge about certain individuals that could help you, please contact them asap.

Our best wishes to PM Jack Daniels, we hope he will recover soon.

Signed,
Karel de Gucht,
Minister of Foreign Affairs,
The Republic of Brabandia

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Diplomatic Message
To Royal British States
From Deputy Prime Minister Frederick Gordons

We graciously accept your offer of help and suggest you land at Bowmore International Airport, it has been secured and all commercial flights have been grounded. We think you have misunderstood and you will find that the PM is alive but hospitalized. He is temporarily incapacitated.

Regards
Fred Gordons

Diplomatic Message
To The Republic of Brabandia
From Deputy Prime Minister Frederick Gordons

We accept your offer of troops but money is not a problem. It is equipment and manpower on the ground. Many thanks and my intelligence staff will be making contact with yours in hopes we can work together on this. We think you have misunderstood and you will find that the PM is alive but hospitalized. He is temporarily incapacitated.

Regards
Fred Gordons
Deputy PM

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Our troops will land soon. Sorry for misunderstanding the situation of your Prime Minister.

George Hinster

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IC:

The RBS Peacekeeping Troops Company 1, 3 and 7 landed at the Bowmore Int. Airport. They marched towards the area of conflict in the Capital of Whiskeasy...

Brenner Street Four miles from Bowmore International Airport

Sergeant James Bricks of The Royal Whiskeasian Police force was crouched down by the rear of his squad car. He had a bullet proof vest on and a SA80 Mk2 Assault rifle. His partner was lying at wheel of the car shot through the eye by a sniper in an old library about 500 meters away. He radioed for back up and heard something about foreign peace keepers moving towards his location. As he looked over the boot of his car a shot cracked across from the library hitting one of his blue lights and zipping of right up into the air. He ducked back down. S*it, he thought. Im going to die out here.

Intelligance Communique
Heavily Encrypted
To The Brabandia Intelligence Service
From Director Adam Imhov OII

We have been told to contact you as you may have information on certain radicals in Whiskeasy. They have an extensive arms trade going, with training camps outside of Whiskeasy. We must track down the leaders of this Radical movement and kill them there.

Hoping for a fruitful and working relationship.
Adam Imhov
Director of the Office of International Intelligance

Top Secret
Heavily Encrypted
To the Director of the Office of International Intelligance of Whiskeasy

Thank you for your fast response. We have been following the radical organisations in your country for already a while because we suspected them of trading weapons with criminals in Brabandia. Just as we were about to launch the Alpha campaign to arrest them all, the radicals started their actions in Whiskeasy. We will send you a team of agents who are on the case who will brief you complete with all intellige we have. We hope you can provide us with intel about other related criminals who are active in our country. The agents will have a list of persons of who we need intel.

Our agents will be sent to you secretly, disguised as a group of journalists for the Daily Brabandian Times.

We hope this coöperation will be a succesfull first and are closely watching the case.

Kind Regards,
General Konrad Heimelmann,
Head of BSS (Brabandia Secret Services)

From: Karel de Gucht, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Brabandia
To: Deputy Prime Minister Frederick Gordons

Dear sir, thank you for accepting our help. It's a relief that the PM is still alive, we hope he will get better soon.

Kind Regards,

Karel de Gucht,
Minister of Foreign Affairs of Brabandia

The RBS forces march down the street and saw a sniper in an old library. The captain gave commands to open fire and the sniper was down - dead. As they continue marching, they saw a policeman hiding behind his car. Then, they approached him.

"We're foreign peacekeepers," said Captain Johnny Thomas of the RBS Peacekeeping Forces.

Bowmore International Airport
Agent Levy Gray was waiting for a group of disguised Brabandian Agents to arrive on the only commercial flight into Bowmore. He was sitting in a white Land Rover Discovery outside the terminal gates, their were soldiers and police everywhere and when they walked up to ask him to move on he flashed them his badge. He soon saw a group of journalists emerge from the Terminal gates he grave them a small wave and showed them a sign saying Daily Brabandian Times he waited for them to walk up to him.

Bowmore International Airport
The journalists identified themselves with the correct codeword and followed the Whiskeasian agent.

People in the city knew him as Simon Irwin, but in invisible ink written between the lines of newspaper articles, he was Deep Recon/Sabotage Whisk, call sign Aphid. An uninteresting man in almost every physical sense, he had been smuggled into Bowmore years ago as a recon agent to collect information on various aspects of the Whiskeasian government. But when the old regime fell, eh remained, cut off from home. Unsympathetic towards the Republic that sprang up in the monarchy's place, and with a sense of constant irritation within him for his wasted years, he lived what appeared to be a normal life, selling cheap pulp fiction out of a run down bookstore. The recent hate crimes springing up about the city, and an overpowering sense of uselessness, gave him motivation to act at last.

He closed the door to the front of his bookstore and locked it before shuffling down the street, looking in ever way like a perfectly average Whiskeasian middle class citizen concerned for his own safety. His right hand held his perfectly ordinary jacket closed. His left hand held a suitcase filled with plastic explosives. Inconspicuous, just another face in the crowd, he walked towards Main Street.

Little did he know that the special agents of Brabandia were already following him for years and knew that he bought explosives through criminal networks connected with Brabandia. When he stops at the corner of Main Street, a minivan pulls over next to him and before he knows a Brabandian agent takes his suitcase, while another agent pushes him in the van. They then rush off, the action was just a matter of seconds.

The Aphid frowned as he was shoved in, but he did not cry out. He had suspected this for some time,though he had never truly believed it would happen quite so quickly. He had been careless this time. He hadn't before.

He sat back in the van. The city's main library would not light up the night sky this day. But something else would.

Brenner Street
Sergeant Bricks was huddled behind the car when he heard movement behind him. He heard a couple of quick taps and a scream from the library. A man walked up to him and said that they were peacekeepers. Well that was slightly obvious and Sergeant Bricks looked at him in a slightly odd way. He thanked them and his radio squawked. He was ordered to guide the Troops to Main Street where reports were coming through of bomb threats. He hoped they had brought armored vehicles because things were probaly going to get pretty explosive.

Just at that time the Brabandian freedom troops arrived at the military airport. They brought 20 Humvees armored with machineguns. Currently they are waiting for the military staff of Whiskeasy to delegate them.

Agent Levy squashed all the "Journalists" Into his car and set of for the Incident Center. He turned to the Agents/Journos and said "Chief Inspector Williams will be working with you he is heading this operation, we have found out that there is an intricte pattern of bomb makers, bombers and suppliers. We are going to work our way up until we find the man in charge. Normally when these kind of political movement lose a leader they fall apart. We have a man in custody who may give us some leads." As he speed towards the incident center he watched the tracer from distant gunfights fly into the air over the city and more distantly fires from burning villages and farms.

The Captain smiled at Sergeant Bricks as he knew what was he thinking about.

"Armored vehicles? Sure. Boys! Let them in!"

10 armored vehicles drove past.

"Now, what should we do now?"

Agent Leby and the Brabandian agents arrive at the Incident Centre and they immediately brief eachother. Much useful information was exchanged and the agents of both countries immediately started making plans.
In the mean time the Whiseasian commander in chief got the news that the Brabandian Freedom troups have arrived and starts briefing the Royal British States about their arrival.

Bowmore International Airport

Major Roger Harding rolled into the staging area for the Brabandian Military, he saw about a couple of companies of men and he ordered his company in Warrior Armored vehichles to prepare leave he walked over to what looked like the man in charge. He snapped a quick salute and said "I have orders for you to come with us we are going to engage an enemy held position on an overpass about 8 miles outside the city." He stood waiting for a reply from the man in charge.

"General Van Bree", said the Brabandian commander, "brief me on the way! Let's be quick!" The troops were loaded into armored trucks and drove off to position.

Main Street

As Sergeant Bricks sat next to the driver in the lead armored vehicle he guided the convoy through the unnaturally empty streets of Whiskeasy as they came close to Main Street he saw police squad cars and military trucks there were troops and police everywhere. The convoy pulled up and he told the men to take up defensive positions as there was rumor of an attack about to happen.

And indeed, the radicals have trooped together to fight with baseballbats, molotov cocktails and some weapons they have bought from criminals. Together they are three hundred strong, and they are thus outnumbered. But still they are raged and are willing to die for their radical thoughts. The army leader steps up and warns the radicals that the army will shoot to kill when attacked. The radicals attack and the army opens fire, killing more than fifty instantly. Seeing this, the other radicals run away as most have lost their leaders.

Thomas White, a name he thought most appropriate, considering his cause, fixed the last wire with an alligator clip. His pride of finishing his work overcame his nervousness caused by the Aphid's disappearance, the man who knew where the other bomb was, if there even was a bomb. The must be one, he thought to himself; the Aphid gave Otto Vaughn a detonator. The only problem was, White hadn't heard from Vaughn in a few days. It was possible that he had been killed by accident during the hate crimes spree.

White set the timer for twelve minutes. He was in the Aphid's old bookstore's back room, where the Aphid's electronic transmitting equipment, papers, and false ID's lay. He had doused them all in gasoline, and partially dismantled the electrical equipment. Now with the bomb set, his favor to the Aphid, he departed, with the intention of going home for a relaxing time on his couch before going off to find Otto Vaughn and the detonator to the mystery bomb.

Eleven minutes and forty eight seconds after thinking this thought, a small bookstore on a quiet street, contrasting Main Street eight blocks away, exploded violently. If the authorities knew of an impending bomb, let them think that this was it, White thought to himself as he heard man made thunder rumble in the distance.

A news broadcast breaks out in Whiskeasy that the Aaronian Empire, sympathetic to the rebel cause is preparing to send troops to aid the radicals.

Agent South had been assigned to assasinate the Prime minister of Whiskeasy when the Aaronian government had heard about the radical uprising. However, his attempt was ruined when some wannabe shot him first. However, the PM was still alive and it was his duty take him out. He had recently intercepted comunications that told him the location of the hospital in which the PM was staying and burning down the hospital was not going to be dificult. He walked inconspicuously toward the hospital whilst faking a limp. This limp was his method of entry.

But of course the hospital was heavily guarded and every new patient or visitor was checked thouroughly. Special Services discovered that agent south's passport was a false and they immediately took them in custody. Now the government had enough facts to officially declare war to the Aaronian Empire, immidiately back by the government of Brabandia. The Allied forces, which were formed by Whiskeasian, Brabandian and the Royal British States's troops immediately began air attacks, targetting the most important military structures of the AE. All AE civilians that are present in the allied countries were arrested or expelled from the country. This new war was the first allied defence programme for which they have been training for long time.

OOC: AE, read this thread first before making any attacks...

ooc: i did and it said it was open, i read the entire thing and wanted to rp. what did i do wrong? (sorry, i'm new at this) and apparently i have no air defenses and a sudden military airstrike campaign is possible without any conversing between nation or any preparations. i don't get that. Thank you in advance for any help you can provide

ic: While the airstrikes against the AE were unfortunate, the the AE's air defense program stopped much of the would be devastation. Several of the AE's transport helicopters were heading for the outer regions of Whiskeasy. Each, transport had minor defenses and could carry about 20 troops each but the escort (ooc: i'm sending about 260 troops with helicopters) Aaronian Hellwolf copters were much more devastating. They crossed the border firing on any defensive outposts

OOC: Brabandia a little constructive criticism here, could you please not god-mod? It makes it so boring if every-time something happens you resolve it without letting people RP it. You can't just drive a van up to someone and push them in. You can however drive a van up and make a grab to put them in. You have to be able to let people respond to their actions. Earlier you said you killed or got the radicals to run away. How do you know I was controlling them? Please keep that in mind in the future.

St Judes Hospital

Prime Minister J Daniels was not amused. In fact he was flaming mad. Not only while he had been out had the situation escalated an allied nation had declared war on a country Whiskeasy would have a hard time fighting on a good day, let alone when half the military is involved in keeping riots down. He immediately had a squadron of Tornado fighters rerouted to the encroaching AE threat he would blow them out the sky if he had to. But he would try and broker a ceasefire first. He picked up a phone and dialled for the AE leader.

Message to AE
From: RBS

Withdraw your troops, now, before I make any attacks on you.

Thomas White closed the door to Otto Vaughn's apartment, from which his former compatriot had disappeared, apparently in a hurry, judging from the lived in sense of the rooms and the decomposing meat on a plate in the dining room. He held in his hand, hidden in his left pocket, an aged radio detonator to what he presumed to be the mystery bomb. A thorough search of Vaughn's NSP file safe, hidden behind a cheap movie poster, revealed that the bomb had been planted in its location at the time of the Aphid's insertion into the country. Unfortunately, the building had been renovated recently, and the bomb was holed up behind thick walls where the detonating signals would not be able to reach it from outside the building. Why the old Charmaetian regime would plant a bomb at such a location eluded White, but he was at least grateful that it was there in the first place, sealed in the floor of a room near the boilers in the basement. A quick move of the explosives into the boiler room and a hasty exit were all White needed to destroy the building and send a message of the power of the NSP to all in the region.

After some thought on how best to enter the target, he concluded on the best course of action. Back in Vaughn's apartment, he pulled on a pair of somewhat oversized coveralls worn by maintenance workers and a cap.

In the street, at a small store, he bought a cheap meal, had it wrapped and bagged, before strolling towards St. Judes Hospital.

Outside St Judes Hospital

Chief Inspector Williams sat in a van outside the hospital. After the first agent was picked up trying to enter the building they had to improve the security. They put guards all over the building every floor had a group of BOIF agents they had set up check points at all the entrance and exits and had even made a perimeter of uniformed Police about 50 meters away from the building. They were going through staff records and each member of staff had to be verified by their superior before entering. The hospital was also dealing with victims from the fighting and this made quite it quite hard to keep security 100% tight. They had even set up radio jammers to stop radio controlled bomb threats. They had it all covered apart from manual bombing, they could not stop that.

From afar, Thomas White saw the hospital, and at once felt an uneasy knot develop in his stomach. Armed police guards had formed a perimeter around the hospital, and he saw one police guard checking the papers of a nurse thoroughly. Oddly enough, however, he saw that the guard did not have a radio, nor did any of the others. White spotted an odd looking tower atop the hospital's main building, likely the cause of this. His chances of breaking in were slim to none, and he had no papers.

He ducekd out of eye sight of the guards to think his dilemma over, when a voice said, "Do I know you?" White looked up to see a lanky man in a maintenance outfit similar but not exactly alike to his, with a pair of car keys in his hand.

White smiled. "Ah, I forgot my papers, and they're checking everyone out there. Looks like I have to go back. Man, my boss is gonna be pissed." He shrugged. "I'm Wally. Who're you?"

The lanky man grinned. "Yeah, I had the same problem. I've got to hurry, place isn't going to clean itself. Where do you work?"

"I work in..." White looked around the area with the corner of his eye, noticing no pedestrian traffic. Everyone was probably at home, avoiding the police. "...human resources." He pulled out a small, .38 caliber revolver, small enough to be concealed in his hand. "I'm in charge of staff positions." He ushered the wide eyed janitor into an alley with motions of his gun, before clubbing him senseless with the butt of it. He hastily covered him up with two garbage bags, before rooting his papers out of his wallet, skirting to another side of the hospital, and walking towards the perimeter, his pistol tight in his right hand, his papers in his left, whistling the way in.

St Judes Hospital

Prime Minister Jack Daniels was to once again take the podium on crutches and with his ribs bound up he ordered his guards to prepare for a press conference. He walked out to meet his people. The press had been gathered around thee picket line, the government abandoned the ban on media nearly immediately. Chief Inspector Williams had set up snipers in the nearby buildings. He walked out to cheering and the flashing of cameras. He smiled at the camera and started his speech.

Telegram from Emperor Aaron of the Aaronian Empire
to The Nations of RBS, Whiskeasy and Brabandia
"I regret that we have had this misunderstanding, I never gave any orders to attack, the media misunderstood my message of support for a declaration of war, this usually would be correct. I have sent word to the commander of the Hellicopter squadron to withdraw"

Telegram to General Smith from Emperor Aaron
"I am officially ordering you to stand don and return to Aaronian airspace. Failure to do so will result in death"

General Smith got the message but was not about to follow the order. He had been raised from birth to fight for the AE and he was not going to turn back at the moment of his greatest glory. He had been hand picked to lead when he was less than 2 years old and had yet to see combat. He hid the message from his men after discreetly pushing the telegram operator out of the helicopter and shooting him in the back as he fell. The men assumed he deserved it. The lead hellwolf reported seeing defensive aircraft in the distance and with Smith's word they all opened fire, without warning. Meanwhile the transport copters began their disembarking procedures(jump out while holding a line and firing at everything) as they were now on the outskirts of the capital.

Agent West had not yet received his message about standing down due to his routine radio silence. He assumed that South had failed and thus had taken his own life via Cyanide. He mused that mybe this would open up a promotion for him. Instead of standing down like the message would have said, he had infiltrated the protective sniper squadrons that were meant to protect the PM of Whiskeasy. He carefully took aim and fired at the PM.

Telegram to the Leaders of the RBS and Whiskeasy
From Emperor Aaron
"I Will be sending Captain Arknon and and 50 of his men to Whiskeasy to aid the alliance in putting down these rebels, while I do support their cause I do not support rebellion and i would appreciate it if some of your comanders could breif him when he arrives"

Captain Arknon was flying in an Alpha Wolf 7 luxury military jet headed for Whiskeasy. He would be arriving soon and, after news of General Smith's betrail, hoped he would not have to fire on Aaronian Soldiers, but did not ,ironically, seem to care that his 50 men were flying in a dilapidated Lone Wolf 2 as he drank a martini without the rocks. "Ice is for wimps" he thought to himself

St Judes Hospital

As PM Jack Daniels was midway through his speech he was suddenly propelled backwards. F*ck no, he thought. Twice in two days? As he sailed backwards the sniper teams covered the BOIF Agents as they ran towards the assassin the snipers kept their guns on him if he moved he would die. The PM was out cold on the floor as Chief Inspector Williams reached him he checked his pulse, he was still alive thank god. He put his hand under the thick kevlar and noticed there was no blood. The PM would live to see another day.

OOC: I will deal with General Smith L8er

ooc: remember the Hellwolves are the best fighting helicopters in aaronia. also could you tell me what happened to Agent South after his capture

Agent West knew he had screwed up. "Why didn't I go for the head-shot" he thought to himself. But luckily, he himself was wearing both his standard issue bulletproof vest aand the bullet proof armor of a Whiskeasian sniper. With that he jumped from the building after attaching a hook ledge and flung himself into the window second from the top. This was going to be close and he had to hurry if he was going to arrive in time to rendevoues with General Smith before the invasion

Chaos ensued as Thomas White approached the hospital. A distant gunshot, an uproar, and the scrambling of police everywhere were the obvious signs of it. He took no chances. Half acting, half actually being uneasy and somewhat panicked, he scuttled through the disorganized perimeter and into the hospital through a service door.

St Judes Hospital

After the PM was shot they called in for Helicopter support. One flew in low hovering over the square and the PM was quickly loaded on and flown away. They then had two police helicopters with thermal imaging pick up on the fleeing assassin he had lost the Agents when he went down the back of the building but now they were back on his trail and they were in vehicles and helicopters. The Helicopters radioed ahead to Police and they prepared road blocks.

Incoming Tornados

The Squadron Commander got the go a head to engage. They flew up to a high altitude and engaged with missiles and cannon fire. These helicopters probably did not have the capability to destroy Modern Aircraft or if they did it would be a very good shot to shoot these tornados down they made one devastating sweeping run hitting not only the Helios but also the men on the ground they checked the co-ordinates of the LZ and called in for Military Assistance. It was time to roll in the Tanks.

A cellar somewhere in Bowmore....

"Tell us who you worked for you SOB!" The man immediately put the wet hessian sack back Agent South's head watching him slowly choke. As he reached the point of endurance he whipped the sack off and said "Who MFcer, Who are you working for?" He would Waterboard this agent until he told him or he had to shoot him. This man was an expert in the methods of Torture and this was his favorite one. Waterboarding done right would get information out of James Bond. The feeling of a wet sack choking you and enclosing you made you want to vomit but you could not so you would only be able to gag violently. Agent south was strapped to a table in a bare room. A collection of apprentices and armed guards watched making bets on how long he would last. It was only a matter of time.

Though he had encountered a number of people on the way down into the basement, Thomas White was not confronted. After some searching, he located the boiler room and the bomb room next to it. Some searching in the grungy, ill kept cell culminated with the location of a small hatch underneath a desk. White moved the desk, with some difficulty, and opened the hatch to be welcomed with a hole packed with white blocks, a radio reciever, and a small computer interface. What luck, White thought to himself, that there was an alternate method of setting off the bomb. He picked up what he thought was the timer for the device, only to realize as he removed it that a small blue light flashed, emitting a shrill wail, making White stumble backwards in alarm.

In his holding cell, blocks away from St. Judes Hospital, the Aphid felt vibrations shake the walls. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

Statement from the 2nd International Congress of National Socialists

Brothers and sisters,

your struggle in Whiskeasy against the foul degenerative forces of Zionism and Bolshevism has not gone unnoticied. Despite the foul efforts of the Jews and their lapdogs, we know that your struggle will succeed and all shackles of oppression will be thrown off.

Take hearts from the fact that every time a weapon is raised, every time a word is spoken against the racial filth, your strength grows. Your bloodline becomes even stronger with every struggle and thus your victory is hastened.

Hail Victory!

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The radicals would find that their funds had increased by two billion dollars, even as the 2nd International planned their next move...

Statement from the 2nd International Congress of National Socialists

Brothers and sisters,

your struggle in Whiskeasy against the foul degenerative forces of Zionism and Bolshevism has not gone unnoticied. Despite the foul efforts of the Jews and their lapdogs, we know that your struggle will succeed and all shackles of oppression will be thrown off.

Take hearts from the fact that every time a weapon is raised, every time a word is spoken against the racial filth, your strength grows. Your bloodline becomes even stronger with every struggle and thus your victory is hastened.

Hail Victory!

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The radicals would find that their funds had increased by two billion dollars, even as the 2nd International planned their next move...

St Judes Hospital

As the police and military ,headed by Chief Inspector Williams, started to set off in hot pursuit of the assassin a huge explosion ripped the building apart. Looking like something out of a film the huge explosion ripped out the lower half of the Hospital. It gutted the lower levels and trigged a blistering inferno. The rear half of the force turned around and started the rescue operation. The building looked sound enough. It had ripped out all the floors and inner walls but the concrete support beams were still in place. They needed Helicopters now, and fire engines. It was a race against time to get as many people out before the fire reached the roof.
The military called in one of their Chinook Helicopters on a patrol in the City Center. It picked up casuties and then flew off. It would be back soon.

In the dark situation room that low ranking staff called "the Brain" in a mountain stronghold, one mister Q. Alghol fumed over the reports his top intelligence operatives had hastily given him. A long forgotten bomb cache linked to the old regime had detonated in the past hour, one activated by a sleeper agent, undoubtedly, as it was well hidden within the confines of a busy hospital. The intelligence agents had concluded that it was one of two people, planted into Bowmore more than a decade ago. Either it was Mahd e'Judin, codename "Orca", or Chakar Ahmandijab, codename "Aphid", the report stated. e'Judin had infiltrated the police force, and had remained in it, currently acting as a lieutenant, showing signs that he had adapted to a normal life. Ahmandijab had infiltrated the government offices, though seemed to have dropped out of that career some time ago. Alghol finished the report, and carefully placed it on the long curving desk facing "the Brain" 's main viewscreen before calling in a corporal. "Forward a message to whomever it is runs Whiskeasy. We're sending help in putting down the NSP uprising. If they refuse, send our men in anyway. I want two Blackfinger units in the city within twenty four hours. They will assist the local authorities, but the primary objectives are the capture and, if necessary, execution of e'Judin and Ahmandijab. The world must not know that Charmaetians initiated this."

Agent South knew there was not much time left before he would start talking, and there were only two ways out. There was no way he could get to his cyanide but the high explosives inside his leg(that caused his earlier limp) could be activated by some subtle foot movement. He quickly did the 4 step pattern

General Smith was keeping a calm ead during the battle as 5 of the Hellwolves (ooc: i did have this in my original plan) dopped their load and so 5 tanks joined the men. The Hellwolves would keep the enemy hellicopters busy as the men attempted to run toward the city. "If everything goes as planned, the citizens will be inspired by our attack and come to our aid" he shouted to the men. He had lost 13 from the helli attack and he kept 12 rpg troops at the scene of the battle to fire at the incoming helis.

Agent West knew he was being followed and he hoped that he was right or his explosive traps on those roof tops and under the streets would be for nought. He turned and wen into a nearby apartment building

Out of Jabbar Bay, two ships, one a carrier and one a medium range missile cruiser, rapidly exited. The missile ship, the SR-Mangudai, with its top notch regulation spy systems aboard, was a formidable sea combat vessel as well as an excellent medium range missile artillery platform. The carrier had aboard it a deadlier arsenal: two teams of Blackfinger commandos, each twenty five men and women strong, dressed in urban camoflauge, light armor, and modernized traditional head wraps and equipped with assault rifles and machine guns, capable of deadly deep strike assaults and high speed search and destroy missions. Also with them were eight top notch sharpshooters and their spotters, enough jeeps and APCs to move them all rapidly through the local terrain, and two Intruder-class gunships, old Soviet gunships redesigned and refitted to become super stealthy and highly mobile support ships. All of the troopers began their briefing as the two ships entered open sea on a dead course for Whiskeasian harbors.

OOC: Tornados are not Helicopters they are Fighter Bomber jet aircraft. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panavia_Tornado#

Eight Miles Out from General Smiths Position

The Challenger Mark 2 Battle Tank Company rolled into a small village they knew the enemy would have to come through this village. There were 11 tanks in all and a Company of Mechanichised Infantry were coming up to the front as well with a SAM launcher. They would be a while coming through and until then they had to do with hand held Stinger Missiles. They covered their vehicles with camo and waited for the enemy to come.

Bowmore

Due to the small problem of exploding captives, they decided to strip and beat Aphid until he gave them the info. They put nails into his kneecaps, sawed of fingers and beat him. He had to talk soon.

Police and military surrounded the Apartement Block. They then set up an 800 meter perimeter. They had him on thermal imaging there was no way he could escape now. Chief Inspector Williams had a megaphone and shouted into it "Come out now or we will come in for you. Youv'e got ten seconds. 1....."


In Response to Charmaetia

Of course fly into Bowmore International Airport.

Intruder One landed at Bowmore International Airport, while Intruder Two circled the city with its spy systems online. Before the helicoptor had touched ground, the leader with black tiger strips on his head wrap leaped out, looking for a welcoming party. He had orders that had to be relayed immediately before any operations began. While his advance team began laying ground work, the rest of the Blackfinger troopers completed boarding their troop transports. The armored vehicles and jeeps would arrive later, when the transports were freed up.

General Smith saw the town up ahead and instinctively knew there would be trouble. He decided to try a three pronged attack with the tanks coming up the middle alongside 40 asault rifle shooters and 25 rpg men. One hellwolf broke away from the earlier battle and would go with this group. The two other attacks would come from the side of the town and would include 10 rpg troopers each and 75 machine gunnists. The attack began with the rpg trooers from the sides launching a barrage into the buildings of village. Maybe burning the town that Whiskeasyian troops were using for shelter would get the rebels out and helping.

ooc:i'm repeating this next part from earlier

Telegram to the Leaders of the RBS and Whiskeasy
From Emperor Aaron
"I Will be sending Captain Arknon and and 50 of his men to Whiskeasy to aid the alliance in putting down these rebels, while I do support their cause I do not support rebellion and i would appreciate it if some of your comanders could breif him when he arrives"

Captain Arknon was flying in an Alpha Wolf 7 luxury military jet headed for Whiskeasy. He would be arriving soon and, after news of General Smith's betrail, hoped he would not have to fire on Aaronian Soldiers, but did not ,ironically, seem to care that his 50 men were flying in a dilapidated Lone Wolf 2 as he drank a martini without the rocks. "Ice is for wimps" he thought to himself

To: Emperor Aaron
From: King Jonathan the Great, RBS

We appreciate your efforts to aid us in this great event, and we are happy that you had stopped attacking our forces.

GOD SAVE THE KING

"Good, they took the bait" said Agent West to himself. He glanced out the covered window and saw that the building was completely surrounded and that the guy with the megaphone was standing almost on top of on of the pre-laid charges. He set the last flash grenade on the window and, as Mr. megaphone got to 5 detonated all of the charges. He had to go...now.

Message from Captain Arknon's pilot to Bowmore Airport tower
"We have two planes requesting to land. Repeat, Alpha Wolf and Lone Wolf class planes requesting permission to land"

Bowmore International Airport

The flight controller checked his manifest, they were coming into Terminal X. "Roger that Alpha Wolf your are both cleared for landing. Come in on Bearing 255. Fly safe."

Apartment Block

As most of the men were sheltering behind cover they were not affected by the explosion of light which blinded the Snipers and a few unfortunates. The BOIF Assault team knocked down the door and went in after the guy. He could'nt escape from the perimeter. And sure enough there he was making his escape. The man with the taser fired.

Challenger Battle Tank Position

The Challengers were outnumbered and becoming surrounded it was time to beat a swift retreat to the second defensive line where the reinforcements were holed up. They revved up their engines and in the cover of the smoke swiftly retreated. They had the Tornados do another fly-by on enemy positions targeting enemy tanks and helicopters. They unleashed a deadly barrage of missiles and cannon fire and zoomed of.

The Blackfinger vehicles engines roared as their tires and treads shredded the ground they zipped across. The imposing 20mm turrets on the APCs and the ever attentive commandos training their weapons in arcs were only hints of their professionalism. Some, hearing of the armored threat ahead, carried powerful new Karl Gustav recoiless rifles, ideal for knocking out tanks and entrenched positions from afar. They rechecked the status of their fire arms once more as the sound of the battle raging in the town ahead overtook the soft rumble of Intruder Two soaring overhead.

The missile fire severely damaged one tank and took out 15 men. Luckily the surrounding houses took most of the the fire. Smith grabbed a megaphone and spoke to the still standing houses. "People of Whiskeasy. Now is your time, for to long have you been oppressed by their regime and now is the time to rise up. You have our support. They used your houses as shelter and had no problem bombing your homes to take us freedom fighters out of the equation. Come with us and FIGHT." Smith ended his speach to the people with the Squadron of Hellwolves flying overhead.

Agent West saw them come in as he set off the next set of flash explosions, and fired his gun back into the building as he jumped out of the window. He then set off the roof explosions to take down the building itself. This would be a spectacular diversion.

Arknon and his men landed at the Bowmore airport. His men disembarked and stood outside the steps of his plane in 2 rows of 25. Arknon opened the door and preceded to look for the officials he had asked to meet him

Bowmore International Airport

When Arknon's two planes had landed and unloaded the two APC's and two Challenger battle tanks rolled in to meet them. A voice come on over the Speakers strapped to the side of the APC and said "Drop your weapons you are on Whiskeasian soil your country has inserted an assassin and a 'rogue' battalion. You will disarm and line up with your hands ontop of your head, you will then be escorted to a holding area. Captain Arknon please step forward."

Battle for the village

General Smith was shouting at nothing, the army had evacuated all the civilians when they arrived, the military was quickly regaining control most of the country was under control and thanks to the united efforts of various intelligence agencies a number of raids had been made, capturing key members in the NSP and supporting groups. The mobs were dispersing quickly now. Leaving the fight and going home. There were a few fanatical strongholds left though and they needed dealing with.
The Challengers meet with their reinforcements and set up another defensive position. Waiting for the incoming Blackfinger operatives to help finish them off.

Apartment Block

Agent West had jumped from the window and landed 80 meters from the ring of police and military. The building exploded behind him, and the police ducked down, they looked for Agent West saw him attempting to run, and squeezed of rubber bullets at him. They opened up with every riot gun they had, he had to fall down.

ooc: why are you arresting a group sent to help you in fighting the rogue batallion

West, still wearin two sets of bulletbroof armor and a helmet was nearly unfazed as the rubber bullets hit. He turned and ran into a crowded street, yelling "LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION, DEATH TO THE TYRANTS" that was sure to set off a stir in the still uneasy populous

Smith new he was in trouble, and he knew that up ahead of this village were bound to be an even stronger defence. He left the village with his men, not toward bowmore but to the left, in hopes of circumventing the defensive line. The hellwolves were sent toward Bowmore. If one of them could make it to the city, it would reak havok.

His men did not put down thier weapons, and Arknon was proud of this fact. "We were sent by Emperor Aaron and the Aaronian Empire, to aid Whiskeasy in their fight against the rebels and the rogue battallion of General Smith's. Why are you acting with hostility?"