NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Who else wants in? Macgruber is automatically in, and we have room for one other nation. We could use an all, enemy, arms contact, etc...

"Are the subjects dead yet?"
"All but one, sir."
"Will the restraints hold?"
"Not a chance, sir."
"Clear sectors 7G and 7H. Seal the blast doors."
"Yes sir."

Within ten minutes, sections 7G and 7H were vacant of any live. Except for the thing. The cure for cancer had worked. Sure, it didn't cure cancer, but the Cuborg government had the prefect solider: The Titan.

The cure was Tethradelta-hydroride-47, (TH47). It's first dozen human guinea pigs were killed within an hour. The next experiment was more 'successful'. The man, Charles Buckly, mutated into a hideous, scaled monstrosity. Each and every test subject after him died. Buckly, known as the Titan, was sealed in Sector 7G after he broke out of what used to be impregnable holding cell. General Butters awaits the day that the Titan can be controlled, and used against Cuborg's enemies...

Official message to Cuborg: I heard that you have made a vure for cancer. With some noticeable side effects. I would like to sent researchers to were ever this experiment is.

A cargo plane with scientists and special forces members take off to Cuborg. "message to Cuborg where is the Lab."

Yeah, I liked 'I am Legend' too. (Was that Will Smith's first death scene?) But I think I preferred '28 Weeks Later'.

OOC: We have room for:
1 enemy nation
2 arms dealers
Infinite amount of interested Titan partners/buyers

"Lieutenant Funkleberry, have your team do what they will with the Titan. The location will follow..."

General Butters sat in his 'office'. Well, calling it an office was being generous. It was actually an old bank vault, but it was the closest thing in the entire facility. The Titan sat in the laboratories, underground. The soldiers and scientists had the ghost town above. It was the kind of town you'd expect to see in an old west film, but there was snow in the place of sand. Most of the buildings had caved-in roofs, or smashed in fronts. The bank, intact, served as the main command post. Butters' men were setting up a perimeter. Concrete walls. Anti-personnel mines. Trenches. Tank traps. Fun stuff like that.

So Butters sat in his vault, sipping his Irish hot chocolate, and reading his files. The Titan Project files. That thing showed promise. If it could be tamed. The experiments had increased its size, its rage, its strength. But at as terrible cost. The Titan had lost all but the most basic intelligence. It had lost its reasoning ability. But soon, Butters thought, soon we will control it.

The plane lands at the "location" and the scientists and special forces members get off the plane. They then begin to walk accompanied by Cuborg soldiers to the lab. "What is this cure you speak of" the head scientists asks.

The base's second-in-command walked up to the scientists. "Well, it's not really a cure as much as a weapon." The group reached a covered set of stairs. "These lead to the labs. But we cannot give you access to them." The commander explained the Titan Project.

OOC: I'll be an arms dealer.

Ivan Valsiskov hunched his shoulders against the rain, walking accross the wide plaza to the cafe where he had began his business all those years ago. As he approached the cafe, he could see a man sitting at one of the outside tables, remarkable in this weather. The mas was a foreigner, this Ivan could see plainly enough. As Ivan walked past the low iron fence that marked the border of the cafe, the man stood up, offering his hand and saying

"Welcome Mr. Valsiskov. I am William Rennert, representing our mutual friends in KOD."

Ivan sat down, ignoring the man's outstreached hand.

"They are no friends of mine if they want me to walk half a mile in this weather. Do you know something Bill? I've been in this business for 40 years. for 40 years, I've been selling guns, starting wars, sometimes even ending them if my competition got there first. I've got hundreds of millions tucked away in a dozen safe-deposit boxes around the world. I know every secret they have, and I mean every secret. I could completely ruin them, and still, they treat me like some bum off the street." He said.

"I'm sorry sir. I'm sure that something could be-" the foreigner said.

"Forget it. The past is past. You have some information for me I presume?" Ivan replied, cutting him off.

"Yes, yes I do." The foreigner said, flustered by Ivan abrupt obtuseness. "We have evidence that the government of Cuborg, while supposedly searching for a cure for cancer, have stumbled upon something truly extraordinary."

"Yes, we've all heard the news. Some crazy scientists created a monster. Do you really think I'm really that out of touch?" Asked Ivan.

"I appologize sir. I had no idea. I mean, it's not exactly common knowledge." Stammered William.

"Back to the point. What do you expect me to do about it. Do you really think that they will sell this? From what I hear, they can't even control it themselvs."

"Well... we have evidence that they have indeed opened up trading channels. We want you to, well, do the obvious. Buy it."

"I sincerely doubt that this will be as easy as you make it sound. Anyway, how much is this going to pay?"

"12 million. Suvorov is extremely interested in acquiring this beast."

"Fine. How do I contact them?"

Without a word, the foreigner handed Ivan a manilla onvelope. There was a pronounced bulge in the center, a rectangle obviously in the shape of a cell phone.

"Oh please. I've seen enough theatrics for one day." Said Ivan. He ripped open the envelope, tilting it so the phone slid out, and pocketed it. He dropped the empry envelope on the table, and left. Leaving the foreigner looking stunned.

At the airport, while waiting in line at the ticket counter, Ivan pulled out the phone. He turned it on, and, thumbing through the menus, entered the contact list, which had only one number in it. After he got his ticket, Ivan walked down the long concourse hallway, eyeing the signes that indicated the gate. As he passed a trash can, he dropped the remains of his ticket, which he has torn into a flurry of little pieces as he walked down the hall. Finally, at the end of the concourse, he entered a bathroom. Walking directly to the middle stall, he entered, closing and locking the door behind him. In the stall, he knelt down and, feeling behind the toilet, pulled out another envelope. This one he knew, contained a false passport, a ticket, and other identification. Once he had these, he disposed of the envelope.

While he waited patiently at the gate for his plane to arrive, he once again took out the phone. Again looking at the contacts, he called the number.


OOC: So, reply with a phone conversaition of something.

OOC: So is Ivan a secret agent or sometime?

"Sir!"
"What is it, Baum?"
"The boys at the lab. They found something."
"Something like...?"
"We may be able to... domesticate it."
"Domesticate it? I presume you've read the files. IT'S A GOD DAMNED MONSTER! IT'S ONLY THINKING ABOUT KILLING AND FEEDING!"
"But, sir. The lab. They think if they can drug it..."
"Drug it... It's like giving candy to Satan."
"Sir, I don't quite understand that analogy..."
"Okay. Use your best judgment, and most expendable men. We're breaching the Nest. Do what you will."

At the stairs where the Macgruber scientists and Cuborg commander stood, several soldiers ran by. The commander shouted at the men. "What the hell are you going?" The soldiers replied. "We're opening the Nest."

"Three of my scientists will go with you" Captain Blair says to the base commander. " Um sir i don't want to go down there!" One of the scientists quietly says. The Captain cocks his gun " yeah you do. So take my scientists down there!"

The commander tells his men to accompany the scientists. The blast door is opened briefly, and the men enter. The door seals shut behind them...

OOC: No, arms dealer who works for mafia or something. I just like to read spy novels:D

The six men were in the dragon's den. The three soldiers knew they were screwed. Fucking short straws... They had one mission: inject the Titan with the experimental drug, hopefully calming it down enough to be able to use it as a weapon. Secondary objective: survive. The Cuborg soldiers told the scientists to stay put, and they unholstered their weapon: a dart gun, with the ability to pierce armor and deliver a dose of the experimental drug.

Back in the non-doomed portion of the base, Butters and the Macgruber troops watched the CCTV of the labs. One of the regular camera watchers spoke. "In about five minutes, the damn power goes out in that whole section." Butters raised an eyebrow. "Will the blast doors unlock?" The security guard shook his head. "The blast doors are on the main grid. Only the lighting will fail." Butters picked up a radio, and spoke to the men inside. "The power is going out for you. I suggest you activate your night vision equipment." A second of radio static. "Yes, sir."

As they walk deeper into the lab one of the scientists pulls out a M9 pistol and another pulls out a Baby Eagle, and the last scientist stop for a moment and wonders why he didn't bring a gun. "Whats happening?" one man asks the Cuborg soldier.

Above ground

"so how much for the chemical?" the commander asks. "I am prepared to go as high as 350 million".

Four military cargo planes enter Cuborg with there destination "The Lab". They are escorted by 8 F-22 raptors.

OOC: I'm going to need a over head map of the area.

The Cuborg solider shouts at the scientists. "You stay by the fucking door!" Suddenly, a loud roaring fills the halls.

"fuck you, we're going with you." the lead scientist says.

the four military cargo planes land just outside the base. The raptors circle the airspace above.

The soldiers in the lab point their firearms (MK-01s, the last ever made) and their dart gun down the halls. At that exact moment, the lights went out.

A bright flash. Jackson was lighting a flare. It's glow iluminated most of the hall. A shadow closed in quickly. The flare went flying down the halls, accompanied with a sickening THUMP. The light dimmed to almost nothing as Jackson, now at the end of the hall, landed on the flare.

"Get a fucking light!" shouted Stonewall to Henderson. Henderson lit and threw a flare at his own feet, lighting the hall. The Titan stood at the end of the hall, over Jackson's igniting body. The five men stood at the other end. Stonewall and Henderson opened fire at the Titan's general direction. Bullets chipped the walls. Bullets ripped into the Titan, barely moving it. The two Cuborg soldiers ceased fire, and backed up behind the Macgruber scientists. The creature began running at the men. "Oh shit."

The scientists try and run down the hall and slip passed the monster but are knocked violently against the walls by the running Titan.

The Military planes open and Major Killington followed by hundreds of heavily armed troops walking towards the base. "Take me to who is in charge" The major says to a random Cuborg soldier.

Official message to Cuborg: You will give us the chemical for the price we are offering. Believe me its in your better interest.

OOC: I'll be the enemy. Actually it will be Major General William Charles-Hoste and his 749 man army which will be deployed in the area. Lets, for the sake of the RP, say he went there during your war with Macgruber and hasn't left yet but has stayed in a base. You can have the titans attack this small fort or camp and I can RP defending it.

OOC: Currently, we only have one Titan. It's not a fair fight for us.

"Our price is 500 million for one of our Titan super-soldiers. The chemical is not for sale."

Henderson and Stonewall ran like the wind, if the wind was on performance enhancers. Henderson looked behind them. "Shit, those science guys are gone!" "Screw them, go to the door." "I don't see that thing!" "Who cares?" The two men reached the blast doors within 15 seconds. The door began rising vertically inch by inch. Stonewall began to crawl through the narrow slit. He was on his stomach when the Titan snuck up on Henderson and flung him brutally into the ceiling. The men stationed on the other side decided to seal the door. Now the door was going down. Stonewall tried to finish crawl but was dragged back in...

On the other side, the door kept closing. The stationed men stood silent. Without warning, the Titan's scaled hand slid under the closing blast door. The hand pressed up on the door. The door remained in its position for a second, then smoke rose from the gears. The thing was pushing the blast door up. Thinking quickly, the commander who had previously spoke with the Macgruber scientists unholstered his dart pistol. He took aim at the Titan's hand and emptied six darts of the drug that would calm it into it. The hand retreated and the door firmly pressed against the floor. "Christ" was all the commander said after that.

OOC: Didn't know that. Well since you were looking for one more person to be your enemy in this I would love to be. Maybe, since your military in the area greatly out numbers mine, it could be that you see my fort to be a threat and you attack it to get rid of it? I'd just like to join.

OOC: I'm sure you must have some trick up your sleeve, but as soon as we can produce a platoon of Titans, we'll attack your base.

OOC: New Greston are you in the war? or are you just holding that fort?


"Wrong. You will send us the chemical. I really don't think you understand the situation." The Major tells Butters outside the vault. "We will pay you 500 million for the chemical. I think you should take our offer before you don't get anything out of it."

OOC: Rip off from some movie I don't know about. :D

Butters steps very closely into the Major's personal space. "Listen, buddy. You're nothing but a dog turd to me. And you're goddamn lucky that we'll sell you one Titan. So you better watch out for where that dog shits you, or you might get stepped in." Butters backs away.

"you just don't get it, do ya? you're base is outgunned. you're country is outgunned. you are FUCKING OUTGUNNED!" shouted the major. "i'm going to count to three. there will not be a four."

Butters stood silently, and nodded at the lone solider on the water tower.

At the blast door, several soldiers reopened the doors. The Titan laid on the ground, breathing deeply. One of the soldiers jabbed a hypodermic syringe into the creature's brain. A tiny microchip was pushed into it's brain. The Titan thrashed terribly, swiping the solider into the wall, but it laid on the wall...

The water tower guy flipped up the screen of his Bentium 5 labtop. He ran the computer's only program: Titan...

"3" the major calls "Ok men lets move". The major turns around and walks out of the base followed by his men and the special forces team (The one there from the beginning). Then a radio transmit from one of the F-22 "There is a old abandoned Macgruber base with a lot of activity down there. Orders sir?" "Do not engage the enemy I'm sending troops there to sweep the area." the major replies. The major walks back into the base and asks if the Cuborg military is in currently in the old base. Several special forces teams followed by 250 regulars begin the walk to base.

OOC: Please make a detailed map of the base. the map must include Terrain outside of it. Keep in mind there will be lots of trees and large rocks outside of the base.

The camp's not one of ours... May we suggest destroying it without warning?

Major General William Charles-Hoste held the commanding rank of the extremely small, but effiecent, fighting force taking refuge in an abandoned Macgruber fort from the Cuborg-Macgruber War. He was a diligent, well fit, battle hardened man and had a good leadership position. But despite such a disposition, the 749 ranks below him had respect for him but would not fight for him. If it was up to the soldiers, Jacob Lyons, another Major General, would've been in Mr. Charles-Hoste's position. But when a vote was in placed, Mr. Lyons refused to take the position and the Hoste got it by defualt.

Brigadier Elliot Howells was the voice of the army and served as more of an assistant to the leading Major General than as his position of surveying the defence of the southern wall. He had a well fit defence for it, with forty men on the wall, twenty in the lower cancery, and fifthteen manning the three artillary pieces given to him. He relatively short compared to Hoste but he was extremely muscular. His thin, grayish beard gave him a fearsome look and his deep throated voice just helped. But despite such a demeanor his was very friendly to his men and got along with the soldiers better than Hoste or even Lyon did.

To Howells right, on the east wall, was were Colonel Daniel L. Lees never seemed to move from. Colonel Lees was given the job of manning the bulk of the artillery and defending the eastern wall. Lees was known for his extroidianary shot with a rifle, it was told that he never missed a shot. He favourite type was an old Lee Enfield his father owned which was given to him. It was fancied that over five hundred enemy souls had been taken down with the very rifle.

Lieutenant Colonel Ethan Grant and Major Owen L. Howard worked a combined effort of drilling in seventy battle hardened men into the western wall and the northwestern gate. They had no artillery but a great fall back position: the forts barracks. That position was filled the guns with bullets and even gave the men some of their guns. The room was filled with ammunition and guns and shells for the artillery. It was a stranded defenders dream and the answer to William Charles-Hoste's prayers. With out those barracks, the fort would fall within an hour. Mr. Grant was a middle aged man with a scraggly beard on his chin. With ten years in the service he seemed to know what he was doing. Howard, although older, looked much younger and was much more open and cheerful than his counter part. He had curly, dirty blond hair which he covered up with a green bowler cap of his.

With the relatively medium sized fort having less than eight hundred men it, it was hard to fill in every nook and crany of defence that such forts were used to. The Grestonian Imperial Army was to being shoulder to shoulder with 20,000 men stuffed into a fort with a maximum capacity of 10,000. Everyone of the soldiers seemed less grumpy and it made them more eager to kill and fight than normal. It also enabled training space. The traing space was monitored by Lieutenant Matthew Webb, the same man asigned to keep a good inventory of the barracks. He was a tall skinny man, a smart man at that. He was extremely good at math, thus his job. He had a flimsy pair of glasses which he rarely needed but he wore them any way because he thought it kept him more vigilent.

Captain Peter Cunningham, Lieutenant Scott K. Barlow, and Second Lieutenant Callum P. Brooks were the unlucky men asigned to defending the northern wall, its gate, and the small out posts and towers next to it. They were given every last soul that was left from being dispersed betweem guarding the barracks, the southern wall, the eastern wall, the western wall, and the artillery. Cunningham had a large, white smile which filled his soldiers with glee. The glee he would rip out and murder the second a battle started. In battle he was more than ruthless, he was bloodthirsty, and it made him perfect for defending the most important part of the fort. His second in command, Scott K. Barlow, was less nice than Cunningham. He had a cunning, sarcastic, wise ass attitude which made him perfect for serving as a diplomat for the fort. He constantly used his argueing skills to help the morale of his troops. And who was left was Mr. Brooks, a timid, skinny man, in his late twenties. He stood a whole foot taller than most of the men given for his command. It made him a very effective sentry for the much larger eastern tower in front of the nortern wall.

His watch was given the western tower which had less of a view. Brooks tower had full sight of the entire plains and fields around the fort, all the way to the old abandoned town which was being used to test of a cure for cancer. There was a large military prescence there and Charles-Hoste was just waiting for them to notice his men. He knew, if his fort was attacked that the enemy had a slight advantage with numbers and was used to the terrain. The Grestonian men weren't as used to the snow as the Cuborgian or Macgruban soldiers would be, which also stacked an odd agaisnt them.

The only things the Grestonians had to help their hand was the fact that every soldier in the fort was battle hardened, and could easily kill five weak conscripts before falling themselves, and the fact that they had the high ground and the defence. The enemy would need to cover the large plain to get to the fort whose defences were bolstered to the point were it looked like 5,000 Grestonians were stationed there.

Very nice but draw a map.

OOC: Thats Cuborg's job.

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The front gate of the 'abandoned' base was sturdy. The towers guarding it, weak. This was good. Very good.

A dirt road stretched from the base to the closest thing resembling a town, which was 56 kilometers north. The wind stopped blowing. The trees stopped rustling. The guards at the towers noticed three sounds: the sounds of the base, the sound of unseen gravel crunching, and heavy, labored breathing. Just down the road, the Titan walked (OOC: Cue cool slow motion scene) towards the gates. It was donned in a black, leather-like suit, protecting its chest and thighs. It's large black combat boots effortlessly crushed the gravel like... gravel under a boot. It walked slowly towards the northern gate...

The soldiers closes in on the base. They had snipers and rocket soldiers (Guy AT4 rocket launchers) set up at all the ridges that over looked the base. The special forces set up south of the base and the regulars to the East. There where camouflaged men with silenced weapons to the west to kill any buddy trying to flee. The first strike came when a F-22 released a AGM-65 Maverick on the radio station and the east wall . moments after it was fired the rocket soldiers fired at the tower with some sniper support and then they quickly aimed at the enemies on the wall. (OOC: I'm guessing soldiers patrol the wall)

The Titan walked briskly towards the front gate. (OOC: I'm assuming the towers are opening fire) The towers at the main gate begin firing their machine guns at the monstrosity. The bullets hit the large figure, but did only minimal superficial damage. The Titan still kept its cool, and walked right up to the left tower...

OOC: Let me post please....

Mac, wait a few minutes I'd like to attempt to take care of the Titan and than as it climbs over my walls you can attack.

The Macgruber men ceased fire and take cover. (Damage report please)

OOC: No man, what I am saying is LET ME REPLY! I am trying to tell you to wait until after me and Cuborg have atleast two posts about the Titan up.

OOC: Okay, let's break down some emotional barriers.

The Titan is barely flinches at the copper being pumped into his massive body. He reaches the left tower. The creature grabs the base of the fairly weak tower, and presses 6000 pounds of pressure (OOC: Bruce Lee had a punch with 500 pounds of pressure...) against the wimpy tower's supports, bending them like wet noodles. The Titan continued to shrug off the relatively weak bullets assaulting his form.

OOC: Um, excuse me, but last I checked I haven't posted yet. Back up a couple posts and let me reply before you carry on with this.

I know the cure to the worst kind of cancer, communists! It's simple, you kill 'em all!

OOC: Ok, Greston. Let's start where you wanna start...

Okay, the Titan is walking up to the gate. You have plenty of time to do something about it. Macgruber, shut the hell up.

OOC: ok reply to it