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a panicked man in a white lab coat ran down the hall.he was a little mad.he had been woken up at 3:00 am, but for good reason.he stormed into the lab,sweating bullets. "is he still alive?" another researcher looked over the vital signs "yes,thankfully.we didn't know exactly how to approach operating on him,but we managed to keep him stable" "good.let me see him" he nodded and led him into a small operating room "are you ready? here he is" he pulled back the curtain revealing none other than a gray alien. "we're keeping him under the gas for now.last thing we need is a panicked alien" "excellent.keep him under until i say.and contact Lord Lowery.he needs to be informed" as they scurried off,a single man approached the alien and looked around.making sure the flash was off,he snapped several pictures on a small digital camera.he quickly made his way out of the room,and to the nearest computer.hooking the camera up,he uploaded all the pictures onto the computer and sighed "this can't stay quiet.the world needs to know" with one last click,the pictures were uploaded onto the internet "now all i have to do is wait"

The Ursavian Black Guard was possibly one of the most lethal and secretive forces that Ursava could provide. It was the hand spear of the Ursavian Intelligence Wing and the operatives were always informed of everything important to their mission. Thus, when the Ursavian Intelligence Wing found the various photos of the strange entity, members of the Black Guard were immiediatelly mobilized and sent out on a new mission.


Just Inside Ameriganastan

A single Hind-D was flying just below Ameriganastan's warning radar contnaining six members of the Black Guard clad in various combat gear of dark blues, dark greens, and other dark colors that would help them blend in with the local landscape. Inside their packs was not only their survival supplies but civilian clothes produced in Ameriganastan in case they had to go somewhere undercover.

The rear door of the Hind-D opened up, came to an incredibly slow pace, and came down with the wheels inches above the ground. The six agents simply hopped and rolled over the ground of the still moving helicopter. Then the helicopter peeled back and made sure to still remain below the radar as it headed home and the Black Guard agents wordlessly headed for the nearest town where they would begin their search.

HMS Annhiliator, International Waters

The Destroyer floated in international waters. The crew were soldiers in black body suits, full face respirators and helmets and oxygen tanks. A group of them appeared from the ship carrying silenced XM8's mainly, though two of them carried Sharpshooter variants. They boarded the SH-60R on the Destoyer's helipad, and took off. The SRPD intelligence experts had spotted the pictures on the internet and had made a point of shutting down any website caught hosting them. Whoever thought the world needed to see these pictures was wrong, and the team had traced the origin of the pictures to a computer in Ameriganastan. The strike team were going there to "keep the secret".

SRPD Strike Team, Ameriganastan

The SH-60R flew low over the water as it approached a beach at Ameriganastan. It swung around as the doors opened and the team quickly hopped out and ran into defensive positions. It was still relatively dark as they landed, but they still made a point of activating their thermal cloaking devices. After making sure the beach was clear, they moved off, following the GPS to the known location of the computer.

"are you kidding me?! who leaked the pictures?! i want all the security footage looked over.find this guy and lock him up until Lord Lowery gets here and...whats the infernal beeping!" "well sir I'm not sure,but i think they might be foreign ships.and i think there here for our little gray test subject" "oh great.just great.i want soldiers patrolling this base around the clock.if they see anything suspicious,shoot it.and prepare to wake up the alien.it's time to start studying.hand me that scalpel"

SRPD Strike Team, Ameriganastan

The Strike Team watched the facility from afar. The GPS signal said that the computer origin was about 500 metres ahead of them. The lead trooper turned to the others and gave some orders without speaking. The troops nodded in agreement, and then they got to their feet and began to sneak down towards the facility.

The two snipers remained where they were, attaching silencers to their XM8's. Their thermal cloaking devices would keep them hidden from heat-sensing cameras and goggles, and the foiliage would keep them hidden from the naked eye.

The board was set. The pieces were moving.

The Ursavian Black Guard commandos watched the fence-line for the patrols, making sure to memorize the routes of the guards. What they didn't know was that they were on the exact opposite side of the facility of the SRPD strike team. Then they moved through the under-brush, their non-black, and earthy colors making it easier for them to blend in to the naked eye without a solid sillouhette. As they approached, while the current events had been unfolding a two-man sniper/demolitionist team had inserted and were searching for any power lines that might be leading to the facility.

"Their main power should be down soon, move now." The sniper/demolitionist team ordered.

Then the fence was cut and the team moved in through the small hole in the fence and towards the wall.

the head researcher marched into the operating room,all dressed for surgery.the alien was mildly awake,and starting to panic. "xin sihn ho nia chin ba?" "hello there my friend.do you speak English?" "i do now.what are you...things.and where am i?" "oh well,we are humans,and you are a massive step forward for science.we are going to put you to sleep and preform a living autopsy.you know,study your anatomy while its still functioning.you may not survive,but at least you'll die for a good purpose.give it the gas" before he could speak,the mask over his face was pumped full of sleeping gas. "well gentlemen,lets make history" as he prepared to slice him open,the power flickered off "what is it now?! get the power back on now! we cant operate if we cant see what were doing"

SRPD Strike Team, Ameriganastan

The team stepped their the hole in the fence. They headed up onto the roof. The leader checked something in his pack as the others cut a hole through into a vent shaft. It was a laser designator. They all carried one. In case of an emergancy, such as their deaths, the last man called in a F-117 with an EPW. This secret had to be contained.

With a hole cut, they descended into a dark corridor. It appeared to be empty, so they headed down it untill they heard voices.

OOC: Well, it seems Ustio and I are after the same goal. Also, Ustio wouldn't your people notice the lack of lights? I had never said I cut them but in Ameriganastan's post he RP-ed like I had and since he made this thread...


The six-man strike team moved to a normal-looking steel door which they slowly pushed open in to a pitch-black hallway. They slipped on night-vision goggles and slowly moved inside, their guns checking every corner. They knew where the computer would be because they had tracked it by any means neccesary. They made their way around a corner and down another corridor, heading for where their GPS system said the computer was.

SRPD Strike Team, Ameriganastan

The team stepped their the hole in the fence. They headed up onto the roof. The leader checked something in his pack as the others cut a hole through into a vent shaft. It was a laser designator. They all carried one. In case of an emergancy, such as their deaths, the last man called in a F-117 with an EPW. This secret had to be contained.

With a hole cut, they descended into a dark corridor. It appeared to be empty, so they headed down it untill they heard voices.

OOC: I noticed. It's not something they're bothered about.

The Team continued down the dark corridors towards the computer. Suddenly, the heat sensor began to vibrate. It showed six figures moving in the coridoor just ahead of them. Quickly, they activated their Thermal Cloaking devices and dissapeared behind any solid object they could find.

The team moved towards a hall and ducked behind the corner in standard procedure. They looked around at the military-grade science equipment. Then a singled fragmentation at the sound of footsteps coming from the other end. They waited in silence until a simple scientist emerged from one end of the hall. They relaxed slightly, not lobbing the grenade as the scientist started in their direction with a slow pace and hands outstretched trying to feel the walls.

The team moved towards a hall and ducked behind the corner in standard procedure. They looked around at the military-grade science equipment. Then a singled fragmentation at the sound of footsteps coming from the other end. They waited in silence until a simple scientist emerged from one end of the hall. They relaxed slightly, not lobbing the grenade as the scientist started in their direction with a slow pace and hands outstretched trying to feel the walls.

The strike team watched the six-man team from the darkness. They obviously weren't part of the facility security, so possibly had similar goals. But their orders were simple: They were never there, and neither was the alien. Deciding it was best to let the other guys deal with the PC, they quickly began looking for a surgery room.

OOC: Yeah, but you can't move to take care of the lab until I move.


The scientist attempted to reach their end of the hallway the closest man moved, hooking the grenade to his vest. He pulled a wicked-looking from it's sheath nad moved with the skill of somebody in special forces. He grabbed the man and whirled him around with a hand clamped over his mouth. He stabbed the man in the kidney and then, as if making sure he was dead, snapped the man's neck and then didn't let the man's body drop. Instead he pushed it over to the wall and as his five other partners emerged anybody watching would be able to see that they had no markings of any bountry yet all had uniforms and military-grade weapons as if they were a military unit. They moved down the hall in the direction of the lab.

"My Lord, troops are in position and awaiting your orders." The soldier stood ready, watching the facility, and the man he had adressed as 'Lord' murmured "We can't get this wrong, Lieutenant. It is under Lord High Commander Fierek's command that we are doing this..." Eventually he turned to his aide and murmured "We've hemmed them in. Tell 5th Airborne that they are on point, move the 2nd Special Assault to follow them in. And I think Section 8 is ready, no? Get them to begin the... process. Maintain contact with the helo team at all times; we need to be able to extract."

"My Lord, troops are in position and awaiting your orders." The soldier stood ready, watching the facility, and the man he had adressed as 'Lord' murmured "We can't get this wrong, Lieutenant. It is under Lord High Commander Fierek's command that we are doing this..." Eventually he turned to his aide and murmured "We've hemmed them in. Tell 5th Airborne that they are on point, move the 2nd Special Assault to follow them in. And I think Section 8 is ready, no? Get them to begin the... process. Maintain contact with the helo team at all times; we need to be able to extract."

OOC: Woah, where the hell did you come from?

The pictures were an instant hit on many ASoGM websites. Rumors about the pictures circulated around the local forums, with theories from a real alien, to government sponsored genetic manipulation, to a hoax, to a prop from an upcoming movie, etc. Also, some ASoGM citizens started using the pictures on their Facebook and Myspace pages, or as avatars on forums. CafePress produced tee shirts, coffee mugs, etc started cropping up for internet sales, and an action figure was pitched to the local toy companies.

In short, the pictures went from causing a potential panic to causing a new cultural phenomenon, literally overnight.

An Undisclosed Location, Ustio North

"Damn - guys, we have a problem with the Ameriganastan Operation" said the man sat at a computer to a team stood around a whiteboard.

"What is it?" asked one of them

"The pictures are on Facebook, MySpace & so on - it's easy to shut down small sites hosting these pictures but we can't shut down Myspace"

"We'll get on it, see if you can mark them as spam"

An Undisclosed Location, Ustio North

"Damn - guys, we have a problem with the Ameriganastan Operation" said the man sat at a computer to a team stood around a whiteboard.

"What is it?" asked one of them

"The pictures are on Facebook, MySpace & so on - it's easy to shut down small sites hosting these pictures but we can't shut down Myspace"

"We'll get on it, see if you can mark them as spam"

Some citizens lost their "alien" pictures when the sites went down, and while many of the pictures on Myspace were marked as spam, many more instances of the images were hosted on larger servers. Meanwhile, Network Security Specialists for the smaller hosts started tracking the attacks.

OOC: My post is working under the assumption that you're using some sort of DDOS attack on the smaller hosts.

OOC: Ustio, what about your strike team watching a scientist killed my a military-style unit with no markings or identification visible? Not responding to them? lol.

OOC: Uh, dude. We never touched your generator. It was on the exterior where you wouldn't be able to see it.

OOC:my bad.let me try that again

"is he out? good lets get moving.you 4 stay up front and watch for anything suspicious.we can't let this alien fall into some other nations hands" the head researcher marched out of the operating room,the alien on a moving gurney,and 4 guards moving in front.they had given him a spare set of night vision goggles as he looked around nervously "god.this place could be crawling with some crazy foreign soldiers and all because some jackass had to spread the word about you.your more trouble than your worth

OOC: Ustio, what about your strike team watching a scientist killed my a military-style unit with no markings or identification visible? Not responding to them? lol.

OOC: Did I not point out?

They obviously weren't part of the facility security, so possibly had similar goals. But their orders were simple: They were never there, and neither was the alien.

I should point out now that my guys are not a special forces unit within my military. In fact, aside from being indirectly funded by my Government, they are completely seperate from it. And, throughout my history on NS, these guys have made a name for themselves for being absolutely merciless bastards. Just thought you'd want a heads up on that

Some citizens lost their "alien" pictures when the sites went down, and while many of the pictures on Myspace were marked as spam, many more instances of the images were hosted on larger servers. Meanwhile, Network Security Specialists for the smaller hosts started tracking the attacks.

IC:

"Damn it!" exclaimed the hacker "Security Services From ASoGM are trying to trace us"

"Well, you know what to do - reroute it from here to somewhere else. The Pacific is quite nice this time of year" replied one of the others

The hacker grinned, and began typing a line of code. It would simply lead the Gun Manufacturers into the middle of the Pacific looking for them rather than to their location.

The Network Security Specialists from the various hosting companies traced where they thought the DDOS attacks were coming from, and blocked those protocols, ports and IP addresses. Also set in place were new hardware and software firewalls, as well as application front end hardware and IPS based prevention. With the new security measures, some of the hosts were able to get back up and running relatively quickly, while others were left scrambling to restore their customers service. Some of the people on Myspace reposted the unedited alien pics on their Myspace page, while others made changes in Photoshop, to personalize the images.

Meanwhile, the pictures showed up again, this time on Youtube, in a trailer for a new independent sci-fi film, which hadn't even begun pre-production. There were auctions on eBay, selling alien in a jar, which was the pictures printed out, and placed in sealed canning jars. CafePress had begun printing out the alien shirts and coffee mugs, and shipping was imminent. Someone at a sign shop began making signs and vinyl bumper stickers with the alien images and funny slogans. There were talks to make an animated show based on the pictures as well.

The alien fad was sweeping through the ASoGM, and business was good because of it.

"Damn, these guys are good" muttered the hacker as he looked at the T-shirts and coffee mugs. He typed another line of code into his computer. This time, all websites or profiles showing pictures of the alien were blocked to Ustian computers. It hadn't got out of hand just yet.

Emails and friend requests through GMian Myspace and Facebook accounts to Ustian accounts started to come back undeliverable. So many people filed "Getting Help" requests, that Myspace and Facebook help channels became full. In order to clear the backlog, they called internet providers in Ustio North to find out what the problem was.

the head researcher and his escort marched upstairs to a waiting escape chopper "once we and the alien are clear,initiate privacy method 91.blow this place and everyone in it straight to hell" "yes sir" as the chopper lifted off,the head soldier got on the phone "initiate privacy method 91.now" not 5 minutes after this call,a bomber plane lifted off from the nearest military base,heading straight for the research facility.

OOC: Mars, in response to the earlier question (:-)) It did say open, so...

"GO, GO, GO!" The soldiers kicked open the door and stepped in, only to find nobody inside. As they looked around in confusion, a call on their radio informe dthem that they were about to be bombed to hell. They scrambled out of the building and ran back their starting positions, along with the Section 8 troops, and they watched as the facility was blown apart. "Helo extraction, anyone?"

OOC: Mars, in response to the earlier question (:-)) It did say open, so...

OOC: Well, as Ursava, Ameriganastan and Gun Manufacturers will be able to tell you, "Open" means there are no joining restrictions. It doesn't mean that your men suddenly materialise inside another nations borders for the sake of joining the action before it fizzles out.

You should note that my troops deployed by Helicopter from a destroyer in International Waters, and Ursava's troops also deployed by Heli. GM is Rping from his nation and therefore doesn't need to RP an arrival. Your troops have suddenly appeared in the area. Thus, I will be IGNORING any posts by you which involve the sudden materailisation of troops or use of GodModding, as Ameriganastan said that a bomber lifted off, but never said that it had actually bombed the facility, so you have RP'd his bomber, which is GodModding.

the head researcher smiled as the chopper distanced itself from the doomed research base.the head soldier handed him a phone "its Lord Lowery.he wishes to speak with you" "hello my lord?.yes we have escaped.our alien friend is still alive as well and...what do you mean? no you can't.this could be a breakthrough.we could make highly advanced technology with what he knows.we could..." the phone went dead and the researcher looked out the side of the chopper "evil bastard" a few moments later a SAM missile lit up the sky,blowing the chopper,the researcher,and the alien to dust.

Cody city:capital of Ameriganastan

"well your Lordship we did as ordered.the researcher and the specimen are gone.but i have to ask.why?" the grinning dictator smiled "its hard enough to control one nation.i wouldn't be able to control my citizens nearly as well if they could leave the planet.it may have set us back a few hundred years technology wise,but I'll have rule over these sheep until my last days.and possibly more if things keep going as they are"

the sky over the west desert.

"this is black bird one.the base is in sight.locked on target.drop it" the plane dropped one bomb from it bay doors.it was the size of a normal car.but it's power was soon felt.the remaining people in the base barely had time to panic,as it ripped through the roof,and blew the entire base to rubble

OOC: Well, as Ursava, Ameriganastan and Gun Manufacturers will be able to tell you, "Open" means there are no joining restrictions. It doesn't mean that your men suddenly materialise inside another nations borders for the sake of joining the action before it fizzles out.

You should note that my troops deployed by Helicopter from a destroyer in International Waters, and Ursava's troops also deployed by Heli. GM is Rping from his nation and therefore doesn't need to RP an arrival. Your troops have suddenly appeared in the area. Thus, I will be IGNORING any posts by you which involve the sudden materailisation of troops or use of GodModding, as Ameriganastan said that a bomber lifted off, but never said that it had actually bombed the facility, so you have RP'd his bomber, which is GodModding.

Right, sorry about the gomodding but as for the presence of helos, that implies that they were inserted by them as well. As for where they came from, I'm hitching off a Wasp-class amphibious ship from the Kingdom of Mayaqoo (My ones are tied up).

The snipers reported that the helicopter carrying the alien had been destroyed by a SAM. They had also picked up radio chatter of a bomber inbound to the site. As it flew over and dropped it's payload, the other members of the Strike Team rushed out throught the main doors of the facility. They met the snipers and then began heading back to the beach where they had inserted - mission accomplished.