NationStates Jolt Archive

Fort Mokan: Sasha, Greal

"Commander we have responded to the message. Shall we proceed?"

"Wait for the information they send us back, I want to know what they have, the EMP should do the trick at this time. If not we can always make sure that the Targets get the information saying they were not the targets. Though it may cause a massive mess with our pirate assets in the ocean. Oh well, they are just pawns."


"here is the response, He must die..."

"It is so, continue with the operation. Where is the Communist liaison that we are suppose to meet, is he at the gate of the base yet?"

A man in a black trenchcoat and hat stood smoking a ciggerate, a member of North Calaverias intelligence agency. He awaited for the arrival of another man. This agent was undercover in Greal, gathering information from time to time. Even though Greal was an ally of North Calaveras, they wanted the government to change back to the good old days, with a added twist.

The Intelligence agent from the MBSA walked down the street towards the small Grealite cafe. He was suppose to meet a man from a fellow agency, apparently the Wastons had made themselves a lot of enemies over the years. Especially in the realm of what were called 'friends'. From what he knew this recent election had caused quite a ruckus in the spook community. Lots of people wanted the Wastons dead, lost of people who had a habit of eliminating dictators when they sneezed wrong.

The agent was wearing a nice business suit, like many Mokans in country, the many civil wars had opened up the Greal market to much expansion. Montana Incorperated had bought many stores and businesses from poor middle class businesses who could not survive the war. By buying industries at a loss, and securing the future of those they bought from, it was easy to sweep up a large portion of the Greal Markets.

God only knew how many "Made in Greal" trinkets were in Mokastana, but the numbers continued to grow...

There he was, black trench coat, hat...

"Greetings sir, may I have a Cigarette?"

He handed the Mok-man a cigarette and offered him a light. " Hello Comrade" He said with an American accent. " I am Seth Jackson, State intelligence Agency" He said shaking the man's hand quickly. Beneath his coat there was a desert eagle, his favorite weapon. He always had a desire for large guns, more power meant the enemy wouldn't get up.

"how do you know if I am your man? I could be just a guy asking for a smoke."

The Mokan agent stood watching the reaction of the fellow spook, getting a feel for the guy.

"Perhaps we should get something to drink."

Inside his briefcase he had the details of the assassination attempt, but those could wait. The briefcase was marked with the Montana Inc business seal, making him look even more like a business man then a intelligence officer.

As he got himself something warm to drink he motioned to a car across the street.

"We will meet inside the car, it will take us to a Montana Factory nearby the Mokan Army Base where I will be dropped off. The car will then take you and the information to wherever your agency needs you to take it."

He sipped at the drink, waiting for a response

Seth nodded " Very well comrade, I have a feeling things are going to get warm around here eh?" He said smiling as he stepped into the car. He played with his badge, it was the same as a KGB badge except in english with the red replaced with black. It said SIA on it.

OCC: i gtg now

ooc: don't know what's going on...greal's an ally so, could someone tg me a synopsis or something...?

ic:

Commonwealth Expeditionary Forces GHQ, Greal

General Dubrilobov was awaiting his helicopter. With the withdrawal of GDA troops, he was monitoring all aspects personally. The helicopter was to take him to the cruise liner Red Dawn so he could oversee the transfer of troops onboard. He looked over the Greali landscape. The previous war had made his cold heart grow fond of the place, and a stray wind blew his hair from under his command cap. The SH-60 Seahawk approached over the horizon, and he along with his aide-d-campe were soon onboard.

ooc so this the op to kill Martin Watson ?

[OOC: Yup. FUS, ICly my country is PO'd at Watson for declaring war when Greali help was greatly appreciated. He essentially backstabbed me, as his men were in my land fighting when he suddenly switched sides. I massacred whoever he had left in my country, and killed off most of the rest with nuclear cannons as he sailed away. I still want to kill Watson.]

[OOC: My government has a very extensive spy network. It would surely hear the Calaverian say "comrade", which indicates he's communist correct?]

[OOC: My government has a very extensive spy network. It would surely hear the Calaverian say "comrade", which indicates he's communist correct?]

ooc saying comrade don't mean he communist,he could be in the military or just Russian who use other meaning to the word before the Revolution

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Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation

Encryption Level 5,
Diplomatic Affairs, Office of the Vanadict
1988 Glorious New World Order Drive
Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
To: Foxfire Rose
Subject: Assassination

We are shocked that you managed to crack our encryption code. Since the writing of this message, all messages have been re encrypted with a new code. However, Xiscapia does have an excellent offer. Perhaps you can provide the hired hand that I described in the message that without a doubt you intercepted. In the future, Stoklomolvi hopes that relations between Xiscapia and Stoklomolvi will not be as grim as they once appeared, as the people during the time of the furry genocides hated furries. Now, few care, though there are virtually no furries in Stoklomolvi anyway.

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Highest Encryption Level
TO: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation

FROM: Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
1988 Glorious New World Order Drive, Diplomatic Affairs, Office of the Vanadict
Subject: Removal of Unwanted Individuals

SUBJECT: Re Assassination

Our apologies for the actions of our code breakers, however certain protocols sadly must be overlooked in times of great need. All we need to know is where and when the current President of Greal will be vulnerable, and we will dispatch an assassin to dispose of him. The need for absolute secrecy cannot be stressed enough: If word got out to the international community, and particularly any anti-furry organizations, they will surely start a war the Kitsune Empire does not want to fight.

Sincerely,
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OOC: So basically the President will be wounded (along with whoever else is targeted) but he/they will not die, and the assassin will be killed in the attempt?

ooc: i'll probably sit this one out, unless someone attacks my withdrawing troops...

ic:

Red Dawn

General Dubrilobov (http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii217/gehwa/Cosplay/asukirami4.jpg) stepped off of the helicopter and was greeted by the ship's captain. As expected, the cruise ship skipper was less than enthused of 'entertaining' thousands of soldiers as opposed to uptight and bourgious elites. He soon shook off the tall and elderly captain as he went below to inspect the quarters for his men. The racks were close together and sparse, but after months in the field, the General believed they would be a welcome sight.

"Sir," his aide delivered a manila folder, "Intel reports of several nations building up arms against Greal."

"We've had no orders on the subject," the General mused, "So unless they attack our own forces, we will continue the withdrawal of our Peacekeeping forces. Keep in constant contact with the Defense Directorate, just in case."

"Yes, Comrade-General."

OOC: yes, IC'ly it came to our attention that many nations want Waston dead. So with Greal's permission I started this thread.

Pretty much, the MBSA wants a puppet government in Greal, Stoklomolvi wants revenge, and I assume North Calveras wants a communist government in power.

IC:

Once inside the car the driver put the vehicle in gear and pulled out of the parking spot, it would take about 20 minutes to get to the factory.

"Remember amigo, we are on Greal soil, and while we do have assets inside their intelligence agency we still need to be careful. Dropping names like State Intel agency and comrade are bound to attract attention, and I hope that Seth is not your real name. What we are about to discuss is up there with staging a coup, since for all purposes we are. I hope this is not your first major operation."


Highest Encryption Level 10
TO: Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia

FROM: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs

Subject: Removal of Unwanted Individuals


We have received word that you have offered your help in dealing with a small problem in Greal, what can you offer?

Highly Classified, level 10

TO: Stoklomolvi Intelligence Agency, North Calveras Intelligence Agency, Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
FROM: Mr. Smith, Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs

It would appear as if we all have a mutual problem. To discuss this problem further I would like you to send a representative immediently to the following coordinates in the Wellovian Mountains.

[Encrypted]

Highly Classified, level 10

TO: Stoklomolvi Intelligence Agency, North Calveras Intelligence Agency, Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
FROM: Mr. Smith, Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs

It would appear as if we all have a mutual problem. To discuss this problem further I would like you to send a representative imminently to the following coordinates in the Wellovian Mountains.

[Encrypted]

Highest Encryption Level
TO: Mr. Smith, Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs
FROM: Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia

We will be sending a representative to the coordinates enclosed as directed.

Less than twenty-four hours later the Xiscapian representative was inside Mokastana, heading for the Wellovian Mountains. He had been transported via rapid military means until close to Mokastanan borders, upon which he made his way into the country as a civilian. The idea was not to attract attention, though a kitsune in almost any nation in the world is inevitably hard to miss. He was about six feet tall and covered from the tips of his ears to his clawed toes in black fur, wearing a suit and mirrored sunglasses, almost certainly armed. The kitsune met his Mokastanan contact and was driven (ooc: or flown, I dunno how treacherous these mountains are) to the meeting point.

Commonwealth Expeditionary Forces GHQ, Greal

The helicopter returned, just as word came in of increased covert activities in Greal. As a neutral party, it was not hard to discern that Commonwealth intelligence activities would go unchecked. Though, there was now a threat of being found out, so only the most capable operatives were remaining.

The General read the latest report and frowned. It looked like the President had really pissed off the wrong people. He wasn't really concerned for the man's safety; he'd met the man a few times and found him to be quite boorish. The problem Dubrilobov had was in whether or not the Commonwealth would do something about the impending assault. But the Directorate was still waiting...they hadn't even sent their information to the Greali government. With a sigh, the General entered his quarters and settled into the chair by his desk.

Secret IC:
State Hall, Ariga, Totalitarian State of Red Tide

National Secretary Pavel Kerchutovich Narmonov watched carefully as his secretary placed the list of papers on his desk. He was watching his secretary carefully, waiting for him to make a sudden movement, to give something away. Narmonov had a sneaking suspicion that the man was plotting, preparing to try and make a move. Perhaps the time was coming where he should get a new secretary... probably, as a matter of fact.

The man did not reveal anything and left the room as expressionless as he had been inside. Narmonov was almost dissapointed, but not quite. Shrugging it off, he began to leaf through the papers, searching to find one of interest too him before starting the more mudane ones. He found one very quickly.

It was a report on Greal, a nation which Red Tide had only a little interaction with. The report was from the State Intelligence Commissariat, Electronic Signals Directorate. A electronic 'sniffer' sattelite had intercepted a internal radio communication amongst some officers of the Greali military. It had taken days of decryption, but part of the message had been translated, the rest of the code was uncrackable. The parts that had been translated had a few referrences to 'A Plan', but the real attention grabbing part had been the unmistakable words that only Communists used.

Narmonov may not have been a intelligence genius, but that did not mean he had no experience in intelligence. His father, after all, had been a Colonel in the Internal Sector of the NKVD, back when the nation was called the Socialist State of Red Tide, instead of the Totalitarian State. These communist bastards were planning a revolution!

That could not be allowed! However...

Narmonov called up information on Greal via his computer and frowned. The current government was not satisfying, not satisfying at all. He shook his head, a communist government may be bad, but this was just as bad.

Then something occurred to him. He turned and scribbled a note:

'Talk to Minister of Defence about all Military Plans involving Greal...'

And with that, he began to flip through the pile of papers, looking for any more new reports...

OOC: Essentially, take this as a foot-in-the-door post. My nation is virulently anti-communist and only somewhat less hateful of democracies. In other words: Narmonov is planning on waiting until the coup'd'tat happens and, assuming it succeeds, plans on having Red Tide invade. So... yeah.

PS: Where can I find a map of Greal?

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Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation

Encryption Level 5, Maximum Encryption
To: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs; North Calveras Intelligence Agency; Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
Subject: Assassination

We will kill him in broad daylight. We don't need to hide our assassin. All we need is a bomb, coordinates of Watson on a particular day, and a man who can explode the bomb discreetly to make it seem like an accidental gas explosion from a gas main below the surface.

Or, we can snipe him. Regardless of how he and Sarah are killed, we just want them dead. Both of them. We will pay quite a sum.

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Wellovian Mountain Range, Wellovia(Voluntary Annexed Nation)

The Wellovian Mountain Range was one of perils and dangers, hundreds of miles of nothing but peaks and snow. However in these mountains the MBSA had created the largest secret installations ever to be constructed in the known history of Black ops, which, of course, was not that long. In total about seven major airbases had been constructed in these ranges, all appeared to be owned by the Mokan Air force, however at least three were completely operated by the MBSA. One in particular was the landing site.

All incoming planes were to fly straight to this location, no landing anywhere else in country. At the border twin F-22s would intercept them and escort them to the airfield. From here they would meet the MBSA contact called Mr. Smith.


As the first planes began to enter the country, the agent, standing at 5'10 and wearing a parka to protect against the cold mountain air stood with guards on the airfield.

"here they come."

OCC: you gonna post in my thread?

OOC: if you post in mine

Mesage to Mokstana Intelligence service
from: Calaverian Intelligence service
Highly-encrypted file

We can take out the president.....what did you have in mind comrade? We would greatly like to see our old Greal freind return to her former glory as a Socialist state of the world.

OOC: not going to fly into the mountain range?

OCC: Nope, idk what im going to do ha. "Thinks)

Greal

The last remnants of the Expeditionary Forces were flights from the 6th Air Force. Flying in formation, a pair of F-43 Sleipnirs were finishing up their last patrol. In the cockpits were two ace pilots, Major David Ross and Captain Michael Galindo. The Captain looked down as his radar chirped.

"Well, this has been fun," Galindo quipped on their guard channel.

"No lie," Ross replied, "What I wouldn't give for a little action."

"Hu-Ah," Galindo responded. He looked at the radar image and frowned, "Damn civvies."

The fighters dipped their wings and banked in a wide turn, heading for their next checkpoint.

OOC: FUS, thats in Mokan area. Not in my country. Sorry to disappoint you.

ooc: but, i thought they bordered one another. so my premise was that i was on the greali side of the border. i'll delete my post if this is not so...

OOC: nope, sorry we are actually on different continents.

sorry

"Here they come."
The SUV transporting the kitsune rolled to a halt behind the agent and his guards and the passenger side door opened, the lanky, tall Xiscapian climbing out and slowly approaching Mr. Smith and the soldiers. It was impossible to tell with his glasses, but one got the sense the foreigner was eyeing the rifles held by the men nervously, tail flicking slightly as he stopped. "My name is not important, I am here from the Kitsune Empire to meet with the MBSA as requested. I assume you are my contact?" His accent seemed Asian, and he gave off the feeling of being uncomfortable, shifting lightly from foot to foot.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation
Encryption Level 5, Maximum Encryption
To: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs; North Calveras Intelligence Agency; Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
Subject: Assassination

We will kill him in broad daylight. We don't need to hide our assassin. All we need is a bomb, coordinates of Watson on a particular day, and a man who can explode the bomb discreetly to make it seem like an accidental gas explosion from a gas main below the surface.

Or, we can snipe him. Regardless of how he and Sarah are killed, we just want them dead. Both of them. We will pay quite a sum.

Highest Encryption Enabled
TO: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation
FROM: Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
Subject: Assassination

Failure is not an option for our assassins: The day they fail is the day they die. We request one trillion USD for the disposal of the President and his sister, half immediatly, half upon the death of the targets. Bombs can fail to go off or be defused and snipers can miss, but our operatives cannot miss and do not fail.

OOC: Greal, TG.

ooc: changed post

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Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation

Encryption Level 5,
Diplomatic Affairs, Office of the Vanadict
1988 Glorious New World Order Drive
Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
To: Foxfire Rose
Subject: Assassination

One trillion United States dollars equivalent? That can be arranged. However, to make the deaths of the President and his wife/sister/whoever so much sweeter, we will offer $750 billion upon their deaths, with $500 billion initial payment.

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OOC: Sarah is his sister. The former dictator of Greal.

Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation
Encryption Level 5,
Diplomatic Affairs, Office of the Vanadict
1988 Glorious New World Order Drive
Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
To: Foxfire Rose
Subject: Assassination

One trillion United States dollars equivalent? That can be arranged. However, to make the deaths of the President and his wife so much sweeter, we will offer $750 billion upon their deaths, with $500 billion initial payment.

Highest Encryption Level
TO: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation

FROM: Diplomatic Affairs, Office of the Vanadict
1988 Glorious New World Order Drive
Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia

SUBJECT: Assassination

This is most acceptable. Enclosed is the account to which you may wire the currency. The President and his sister will be dead within the month.
OOC: 'nother TG, Greal.

Wellovian Mountians


The "creature" that stood in front of Mr. Smith was rather, not expected, but it wouldn't be the first time Smith dealt with non-humans.

"Yes, come this way, we have the conference room ready, you are the first here, and judging by the way things are going, it could be awhile before the rest get here. Here wear this."

He handed the man a badge, just an orange laminate, that looked like nothing more.

"For security purposes."

He lead the man to a bunker as his plane was quickly moved into a hanger in the side of the mountain, 37 minutes till the next satellite pass, nothing was to be on the airstrip other then Air force plans. Damn Satellite passes making this job so much more of a pain.

As they made their way down to the conference room Mr. Smith did not say much, only the occasion word to a guard, then he opened a steel door that lead to a large room with a table in the middle, it could of been any corporate board of directors meeting room, minus the hologram set up in the middle.

"Please sit down, I will make sure the rest get here soon, if you need anything, just ask Natasha, she will take care of anything you need."

OOC: He didn't come via plane, he used civilian methods...
IC:
"Thank you," The kitsune took a seat along the table, orange badge pinned on his left breast. There was nothing more to be said, so he tapped on the table somewhat impatiently, cursing the lateness of the other representatives. The longer he stayed here the more his chances of being discovered by some hostile foreign agent increased, the longer the Kitsune Empire had to wait and the longer the President of Greal lived.

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Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Stoklomolvi Federation
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi Federation

Encryption Level 5,
Diplomatic Affairs, Office of the Vanadict
1988 Glorious New World Order Drive
Imperial Palace of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia
To: Foxfire Rose
Subject: Assassination

One month. That's all we will give. Money wired. Hurry up.

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OOC: anyone else going to the meeting in Mokastana, it would be safer to use then messages from an IC point of view

OOC: Assassination attempt begins. This is for Xiscapia to respond to.

A Boeing 787 Dreamliner took off with the president onboard along with his sister, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, an army officer, and eight bodyguards in various parts of the plane. The president was discussing with the Minister of Foreign Affairs about how successful the ODECON summit was. Sarah was surfing through her laptop and the army officer was checking with the pilots, to see if everything is alright. Four bodyguards were watching the president while the other four were somewhere in the plane. Four F-44 Interceptors were escorting the plane.

Unknown to them, someone was on board....

OOC:

Greal is an ally and has use of my forces, and I have a naval and land base in his nation. Can someone send me a telegram why I wasn't informed?

OOC: TG headed your way, Anagonia.
IC:
Cargo hold...
A muffled grunt could be heard from one of the large crates in the back of the plane marked 'foodstuffs', and the lid was kicked off, a shape rising out of it. It was a kitsune, an Xiscapian to be precise, wearing a black jumpsuit that covered him from neck to ankle, black boots and a belt that held several knives, a sword and a variety of other assorted tools. It was quite cold in the hold, causing his chocolate colored fur to puff slightly in an effort to conserve body heat as he stepped out into the jet. It had been distinctly uncomfortable, he'd had to be smuggled from Xiscapia though several foreign nations until he was finally loaded aboard to await the right moment. Now, if his GPS was correct, they were over international waters, going back to the Republic from the ODECON Summit President Watson had attended.
It would be his job to ensure the man and his staff never reached their destination.

Slowly, quietly, the Xiscapian removed a blade from his belt and cautiously moved to the door on the far end that led to the rest of the plane. Cracking it open, he peeked out with a single orange eye, ready to respond to any threat or surprise that might show itself.

[OOC: Annie, TG.]

There was a bodyguard armed with a pistol and a long knife making his patrolling rounds when he heard a noise in the cargo hold as he passed by. He was approaching the door with caution like any other agent would. Meanwhile, the plane descended a little so it was in sight of the escorting fighters.

ooc: is the airliner in greal...?

OOC: Its over international waters.

The Xiscapian saw the guard though the crack and acted immediately. Drawing back his right hand he tore open the door and let the dagger fly, right into the neck of the agent. The man gurgled, one hand rising towards the handle sticking out of his throat and the other scrabbling at his holster for his handgun, but the kitsune lunged towards him, bringing one leg around to strike him in the back of the legs so he fell to his knees before taking the long knife from him with a flourish and ramming it into the back of the Grealite's head. His foe fell to the floor, two blades in him, and the kitsune relieved him of his pistol, readying another edge as he proceeded. He wanted to avoid using firearms if he could, no sense in blowing a hole in the hull to depressurize the plane and possibly down the aircraft before he could complete his mission. No point in hiding the body, the corpse, floor and walls were already splattered with blood and it wouldn't be long before the other thugs noticed their friend was missing.

FSS Agamemnon's Wrath CVNX-55

A pair of F/A-18E Super Hornets from the carrier were above the clouds, a routine CAP as the carrier got underway for its return voyage. Having been on station longer than any other unit in Greal, it was also the last. Thus, the ship's motto was First to fight; last to leave. The pilot's radar chirped as a large blip appeared.

"Airliner," he radioed to his wingman, "Squawking Greali IFF."

"Got it...looks like they'll pass over the ship," his wingman said.

"Contacting pilots," the first replied, switching to XMIT. "Greali airliner at our 9 o'clock, suggest you correct course 030 to avoid military airspace."

The Xiscapian saw the guard though the crack and acted immediately. Drawing back his right hand he tore open the door and let the dagger fly, right into the neck of the agent. The man gurgled, one hand rising towards the handle sticking out of his throat and the other scrabbling at his holster for his handgun, but the kitsune lunged towards him, bringing one leg around to strike him in the back of the legs so he fell to his knees before taking the long knife from him with a flourish and ramming it into the back of the Grealite's head. His foe fell to the floor, two blades in him, and the kitsune relieved him of his pistol, readying another edge as he proceeded. He wanted to avoid using firearms if he could, no sense in blowing a hole in the hull to depressurize the plane and possibly down the aircraft before he could complete his mission. No point in hiding the body, the corpse, floor and walls were already splattered with blood and it wouldn't be long before the other thugs noticed their friend was missing.

The other agents checked in every few minutes, but one didn't report in.

"Where's Roger?"

"He was off at the cargo hold." said another agent.

"Lets go find him." the two agents walked over to the cargo hold.

The agent's shoes were nearly noiseless on the carpeted interior of the plane, but the assassin detected the sound and was ready for them. If their tread hadn't given them away, their noise certainly would have:
"So I took that nekko by his hair, forced his mouth open, and rammed my bayonet straight though the roof of his mouth into his brains. It was great."
"Yeah, there was this one time there was some fox thing running away from me, I took my gun and lit that sucker up-"
The assassin made his move.

The two agents had been walking down the hall that connected to the hall just before the cargo hold. The kitsune was hiding just beside the door, and the two Grealites came towards him, the first stepping nonchalantly across the threshold. Knife in hand the Xiscapian turned and lunged, stabbing him straight though his left eye, simultaneously shoving the man back. He shrieked in pain and horror as his partner moved to get his gun, but the assassin was too quick and tackled him, human and furry stumbling back against the far wall. The first guard fell, blade still embedded in his face as the soldier and Xiscapian operative locked in an embrace, a test of wills, pushing against each other. Finally the killer got the upper hand and, pinning his enemy to the wall with one arm, leaned forward as if to kiss the man before tearing out his throat with his teeth.

Blood soaking both figures, the assassin spat out the bit of flesh as the Grealite's eyes rolled up in his head, sliding down to the floor, dead. Stepping back the kitsune took the gun out, readying it as he jogged quickly towards where he knew the main cabin to be, snarling softly in a state of bloodlust. At last justice would be served and he would have his revenge.
For the People. For the Emperor. And for Xiscapia.
OOC: TG Greal.

OOC: mind if i add my little "pirate" ship that was suppose to shoot them down from the Hegemony funeral?

The agent's shoes were nearly noiseless on the carpeted interior of the plane, but the assassin detected the sound and was ready for them. If their tread hadn't given them away, their noise certainly would have:
"So I took that nekko by his hair, forced his mouth open, and rammed my bayonet straight though the roof of his mouth into his brains. It was great."
"Yeah, there was this one time there was some fox thing running away from me, I took my gun and lit that sucker up-"
The assassin made his move.

The two agents had been walking down the hall that connected to the hall just before the cargo hold. The kitsune was hiding just beside the door, and the two Grealites came towards him, the first stepping nonchalantly across the threshold. Knife in hand the Xiscapian turned and lunged, stabbing him straight though his left eye, simultaneously shoving the man back. He shrieked in pain and horror as his partner moved to get his gun, but the assassin was too quick and tackled him, human and furry stumbling back against the far wall. The first guard fell, blade still embedded in his face as the soldier and Xiscapian operative locked in an embrace, a test of wills, pushing against each other. Finally the killer got the upper hand and, pinning his enemy to the wall with one arm, leaned forward as if to kiss the man before tearing out his throat with his teeth.

Blood soaking both figures, the assassin spat out the bit of flesh as the Grealite's eyes rolled up in his head, sliding down to the floor, dead. Stepping back the kitsune took the gun out, readying it as he jogged quickly towards where he knew the main cabin to be, snarling softly in a state of bloodlust. At last justice would be served and he would have his revenge.
For the People. For the Emperor. And for Xiscapia.
OOC: TG Greal.

Meanwhile, everyone in the cabin had no idea what was happening. The agents were getting nervous that three of the agents had not reported in, but they had to keep their eye on the president.

OOC: Xiscapia, do what you have to do. ;)

Mokastana, its just Xiscapia for now. No one else get involved, yet.

Here my journey comes to an end.
The assassin stood just outside the door to the main cabin area, inhaling, feeling the vibration of the engines, tasting the blood, smelling the people beyond, hearing murmured talk from beyond.
Gun in hand, he opened the door and walked though.
He saw them all now: Five guards in suits, a man in a uniform decked with ribbons and medals, a fat man with a hideous tie, a women with a laptop resting across her knees, and the President himself. All were just turning to see him, and with a smile he acted.

The first guard went down with a neat gory hole precisely in the middle of his forehead, not even having time to draw his weapon. A second fell, limbs askew, from a shot in the back as he had stood. Another, a bullet to the stomach which toppled him, hands desperately clutching as the side of a chair. This one had his pistol out, fired, missed, and receiving a response to shatter his part of his rib cage and ricchocet into his left lung. The final fired and the assassin doubled over, one hand over his stomach where the bullet had penetrated, blood seeping out though his fingers, but even as he did so he shot the man in kind twice, throwing him backwards though a glass table which smashed apart as he went though.

Another shot came, tearing apart the right ear of the Xiscapian, but the army officer had misjudged the proportions and shape of the nonhuman head, so the damage was superficial. Dropping his handgun the kitsune drew his katana and charged with startling speed, leaking blood, and was next to the man before he could let off another round. Drawing the sword back, the assassin stabbed the man in the groin, exiting out his rectum, drawing a great wail as he ripped the blade out, the soldier crumpling. Just behind him was the obese man, who held up his hands pleadingly, a gesture begging for mercy. "Please!" He yelled just before the killer decapitated him, head spinning across the cabin, trailing blood.

At last only the two he had actually been assigned to kill were left, the President and his sister, both of whom were staring in horror. Grinning madly the kitsune approached, sword held high, and slashed at the women. She screamed loudly and a great cut appeared on her side and her computer went flying, the victim falling back into the chair before rolling off onto the floor. Blade covered with blood, the Xiscapian turned to face the President, who had since stood, face ashen. "My name is Gimske," the assassin rasped, hunching slightly over his injury as he picked up a dropped gun. "Your men killed my father. Prepare to die."

He fired twice, blasting apart the right kneecap of the man, who fell to his knees, before making the last shot to his chest, exactly on his heart. Face gray, the person sank to the floor on his stomach with a sigh, amid all the dead. The assassin doubled over again, the gunshot wound hurting viciously, and he knew he did not have much more time left. The pilots would have heard the weapons fire and cries, and would no doubt already be diverting for a friendly port. He had to make sure none of them could get medical attention, and he was dying anyway, so Grimske knew what he had to do for glory and revenge.

Dragging himself over to the door that connected to the cockpit, the kitsune swung it aside, breathing heavily. In front of him was the cramped space with dozens of flashing lights, two uniformed pilots, and the gray press of clouds beyond. Both people inside screamed and, unable to maneuver in the tight space, Grimske used his last knife to cut the throat of the primary pilot, seizing hold of the controls. The other screamed in his mangled ear and pounded on his back desperately, fingernails ripping into his clothes, but it mattered not. Angling the plane down it shot towards the sea, the Xiscapian's face lit by the glowing warning indicators, still grinning like a crocodile as alarms sounded. There was a great roar, a myriad of sounds, smashing glass, screaming metal, a deluge of water, and then-
Nothing.

ooc: i had a ship close by...could it respond to this?

OOC: It's really up to Greal if he wants you or his own forces to do the salvage and rescue operation.

OOC: Xiscapia, that was epic. FUS, you can rescue him.
IC:

Sasha, Greal

"General Riddle, we just received word the presidential plane went down."

Will turned around, stunned. Not only the president was onboard, his son was also on the plane."The location?"

"Just in international waters. We're calling for rescue operations, but it'll take some time to get there. We're asking for permission to send a message to the Commonwealth naval ships who are in the area to...save the president at all costs."

"Go ahead."

"Has the vice president been notified?"

"Yes."

"I want fighters to keep an eye on the area."

"They are already covering the area. If an unexpected ship shows up heading toward the presidential plane's wreckage without our permission, we'll blow it out of the water."

Wreckage

How the hell did he live? Martin was at the surface, clinging to a life jacket. He took off the body armor that saved his life and looked around. It was a bloody mess. Everyone else was dead. He was still alive. He burst into tears at the sight of one of his dead guards floating. Why the hell was he still alive? Then he saw Sarah burst from the water. She was barely awake and it took him what felt like a day to help her unto another piece of wreckage. His sister was still alive. He quickly swam around looking at the surrounding distance, he saw a carrier to the south. (The Commonwealth carrier)

OOC: FUS, my guys are asking for your help in rescuing the president, if he is still alive.

[OOC: Can't I just bomb him with a supersonic bomber?]

[OOC: Can't I just bomb him with a supersonic bomber?]

[OOC: You're really obsessed with killing this guy. :D]

[OOC: Oh yes.]

[OOC: Oh yes.]

[OOC: Well, maybe one day I'll let you kill him]

OOC: Xiscapia, that was epic. FUS, you can rescue him.
IC:

Sasha, Greal

"General Riddle, we just received word the presidential plane went down."

Will turned around, stunned. Not only the president was onboard, his son was also on the plane."The location?"

"Just in international waters. We're calling for rescue operations, but it'll take some time to get there. We're asking for permission to send a message to the Commonwealth naval ships who are in the area to...save the president at all costs."

"Go ahead."

"Has the vice president been notified?"

"Yes."

"I want fighters to keep an eye on the area."

"They are already covering the area. If an unexpected ship shows up heading toward the presidential plane's wreckage without our permission, we'll blow it out of the water."

Wreckage

How the hell did he live? Martin was at the surface, clinging to a life jacket. He took off the body armor that saved his life and looked around. It was a bloody mess. Everyone else was dead. He was still alive. He burst into tears at the sight of one of his dead guards floating. Why the hell was he still alive? Then he saw Sarah burst from the water. She was barely awake and it took him what felt like a day to help her unto another piece of wreckage. His sister was still alive. He quickly swam around looking at the surrounding distance, he saw a carrier to the south. (The Commonwealth carrier)

OOC: FUS, my guys are asking for your help in rescuing the president, if he is still alive.

Klaxons wailed across the deck of the carrier. From the hangar, three CV-30 Vogels and a HH-60 Pavehawk were rolled onto the deck. Marines and rescue divers piled in as they were given the order from General Dubrilobov to execute recovery efforts of the downed airliner. The lone pair of F/A-18E fighters stayed in a tight orbit, waiting for the flight deck to be cleared and the alert fighters could be launched. They communicated with the Greali pilots, coordinating flight patterns with them and the carrier's ATC.

Within minutes, the jet-powered planes were airborne, along with the helicopter. They would reach the wreckage in minutes, the rescue divers preparing to jump in once they got on station.

Klaxons wailed across the deck of the carrier. From the hangar, three CV-30 Vogels and a HH-60 Pavehawk were rolled onto the deck. Marines and rescue divers piled in as they were given the order from General Dubrilobov to execute recovery efforts of the downed airliner. The lone pair of F/A-18E fighters stayed in a tight orbit, waiting for the flight deck to be cleared and the alert fighters could be launched. They communicated with the Greali pilots, coordinating flight patterns with them and the carrier's ATC.

Within minutes, the jet-powered planes were airborne, along with the helicopter. They would reach the wreckage in minutes, the rescue divers preparing to jump in once they got on station.

Martin spotted the jets coming, and the helicopter, but how was he going to draw their attention? He tried an old fashioned way by flashing his mirror against the sun to flash in the direction of the helicopter and the jets.

Meanwhile, Greali helicopters were close behind. Greali F-22 Raptors were swarming the area.

"I got something," the copilot of the lead Vogel said. The pilot pivoted the engines to slow it into a gliding hover. "Flashing...looks like a rudimentary signal...it's steady."

"Get the divers ready!" the pilot said, moving the Vogel closer. Due to the jetwash, the aircraft couldn't hover directly over the sighting, but they could at least send in divers. A pair got ready, leaping out of the hovering airplane when they got the greenlight.

The divers, both seasoned in CSAR operations, swam hard through the debris, checking the lifeless forms before moving on to their target.

"Commonwealth Rescue Divers!" the leader identified himself. "Are you all right sir?"

"I got something," the copilot of the lead Vogel said. The pilot pivoted the engines to slow it into a gliding hover. "Flashing...looks like a rudimentary signal...it's steady."

"Get the divers ready!" the pilot said, moving the Vogel closer. Due to the jetwash, the aircraft couldn't hover directly over the sighting, but they could at least send in divers. A pair got ready, leaping out of the hovering airplane when they got the greenlight.

The divers, both seasoned in CSAR operations, swam hard through the debris, checking the lifeless forms before moving on to their target.

"Commonwealth Rescue Divers!" the leader identified himself. "Are you all right sir?"

"Yes, I'm fine." said Martin forgetting about the bullet wound in his knee, he was more worried about his sister and other survivors. "Help her and see if you can find any other survivors."

Unfortunately, everyone else was killed in the plane crash.

"Yes, I'm fine." said Martin forgetting about the bullet wound in his knee, he was more worried about his sister and other survivors. "Help her and see if you can find any other survivors."

Unfortunately, everyone else was killed in the plane crash.
"Go look over at her," the leader told his partner. He reached for his radio, "Seabird, got one alive in the water, investigating a possible second."

"Roger that, Diver," the pilot answered. "Moving to retrieval position."

The Vogel came in closer, the powerful engines spraying water into their faces.

"I'm gonna grab onto you," he said, "We'll swim out to the harness and bring you up to the airplane, okay?" the diver said, grabbing him in the 'rescue' position.

"Go look over at her," the leader told his partner. He reached for his radio, "Seabird, got one alive in the water, investigating a possible second."

"Roger that, Diver," the pilot answered. "Moving to retrieval position."

The Vogel came in closer, the powerful engines spraying water into their faces.

"I'm gonna grab onto you," he said, "We'll swim out to the harness and bring you up to the airplane, okay?" the diver said, grabbing him in the 'rescue' position.

Martin felt his knee hurt like hell as the diver moved him. He realized he was shot in the assassination attempt. "I've been shot, be careful for my knee."

Meanwhile Sarah had become unconscious. She was losing blood pretty quickly.

[OOC: Grrr.]

"Roger that, sir," the diver said, taking his time to reach the harness. "We'll get you outta here soon."


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"Seabird," the second diver said as he found Sarah, "Second victim is unconcsious, bleeding rapidly. Need immediate evac!"

"Diver, sending in second rescue bird to your sight to begin retrieval."

"Roger that!"

The Vogel came in closer, no longer cautious with the jetwash as their primary concern was now to retrieve quickly. The winch lowered the harness down with the cage-like stretcher. Stretching out his hands, the diver took ahold of it as he worked her limp form into it. Once she was secure, he strapped himself in and signaled the "ok." the winch activated, bringing both of them up to the Vogel.

"Roger that, sir," the diver said, taking his time to reach the harness. "We'll get you outta here soon."


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"Seabird," the second diver said as he found Sarah, "Second victim is unconcsious, bleeding rapidly. Need immediate evac!"

"Diver, sending in second rescue bird to your sight to begin retrieval."

"Roger that!"

The Vogel came in closer, no longer cautious with the jetwash as their primary concern was now to retrieve quickly. The winch lowered the harness down with the cage-like stretcher. Stretching out his hands, the diver took ahold of it as he worked her limp form into it. Once she was secure, he strapped himself in and signaled the "ok." the winch activated, bringing both of them up to the Vogel.

By now Greali helicopters had sent their divers and all they found were....bodies. It was a shock for divers to see the familiar face of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, dead.

Martin felt sickened by what had happened now. As he was secured to the harness, he watched the wreckage.

By now Greali helicopters had sent their divers and all they found were....bodies. It was a shock for divers to see the familiar face of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, dead.

Martin felt sickened by what had happened now. As he was secured to the harness, he watched the wreckage.
ooc: i think i PO-ed stok, lol

ic:

The winch whirred, bringing both diver and Martin up to the Vogel. As he was taken and secured by the crewmembers, the other Vogel carrying Sarah was already speeding back towards the carrier.

ooc: i think i PO-ed stok, lol

ic:

The winch whirred, bringing both diver and Martin up to the Vogel. As he was taken and secured by the crewmembers, the other Vogel carrying Sarah was already speeding back towards the carrier.

Sasha, Greal

"The president is alive. According to commonwealth helicopter crews."

"Any other survivors?"

"There was only one other."

"Who?" asked Will Riddle, starting to feel a sickening feeling in him.

"His sister, Sarah survived."

"There are no other survivors?"

"There could be. We're still checking."

FSS Agamemnon's Wrath

A medical team was awaiting the Vogel as it landed, vertically landing as close as it was allowed to the 'island.' They quickly got Sarah out and into the ship, passing through corridors to the Sick Bay and emergency room. The ship's crew still did not know who the rescuees were...

FSS Agamemnon's Wrath

A medical team was awaiting the Vogel as it landed, vertically landing as close as it was allowed to the 'island.' They quickly got Sarah out and into the ship, passing through corridors to the Sick Bay and emergency room. The ship's crew still did not know who the rescuees were...

Greali helicopters made their way to the Commonwealth carrier, upon arriving, heavily armed GIA (Greali Intelligence Agency) agents were dropped off at the carrier and they said to the crew that they wanted to speak with their most senior officer.

Greali helicopters made their way to the Commonwealth carrier, upon arriving, heavily armed GIA (Greali Intelligence Agency) agents were dropped off at the carrier and they said to the crew that they wanted to speak with their most senior officer.
"T-that'd be the General," the lieutenant (jg) staff officer answered.

General Dubrilobov, still acting as commander of forces for Greal, had been given the Admiralty quarters. The officers were led to these, to which the General promptly answered.

"This about the guy we fished out, right?" he asked gruffly. His young face was stern and cold, his blue eyes staring back in a calculating manner.

"T-that'd be the General," the lieutenant (jg) staff officer answered.

General Dubrilobov, still acting as commander of forces for Greal, had been given the Admiralty quarters. The officers were led to these, to which the General promptly answered.

"This about the guy we fished out, right?" he asked gruffly. His young face was stern and cold, his blue eyes staring back in a calculating manner.

"Yes, apparently, it was the president of Greal you "fished" out." said Agent Davis." And we have orders to protect him." As if to prove his point, his men were holding sub-machine guns.

"Yes, apparently, it was the president of Greal you "fished" out." said Agent Davis." And we have orders to protect him." As if to prove his point, his men were holding sub-machine guns.
"This is a combat vessel of the People of the Commonwealth," Dubrilobov answered, "So the safety of all who sail upon is our jurisdiction."

"This is a combat vessel of the People of the Commonwealth," Dubrilobov answered, "So the safety of all who sail upon is our jurisdiction."

"You have to understand our concern. We have orders to protect him. Now where is he?" asked Agent Davis, who didn't really care. He would do his duty, whether the Commonwealth general liked it or not.

OOC: This is the really rude general? That showed up in Greal earlier?

ooc: yes, very, very rude general.

ic:

"Oh, yeah, you protected him so well earlier," Dubrilobov said dismissively. "Now, unless you want to shoot your way through a ship full of Marines and sailors, I suggest you about-face and wait for the poor bastard to get out of surgery."

ooc: yes, very, very rude general.

ic:

"Oh, yeah, you protected him so well earlier," Dubrilobov said dismissively. "Now, unless you want to shoot your way through a ship full of Marines and sailors, I suggest you about-face and wait for the poor bastard to get out of surgery."

"Unfortunately, I need to confirm he's still alive to the Congress, the Military, and the Vice President. All I need is to see him. I'll go myself if I have to." said Davis, who didn't look annoyed by Dubrilobov's remarks.

"Sorry, sterile facility and all," the General said, not backing down. "You'll see him once he's out." He turned to sit back at his desk and noticed their stoic stance. "You're dismissed."

ooc: g'night

"Sorry, sterile facility and all," the General said, not backing down. "You'll see him once he's out." He turned to sit back at his desk and noticed their stoic stance. "You're dismissed."

ooc: g'night

Davis still persisted."I need to see, even through a window is fine."

Davis still persisted."I need to see, even through a window is fine."
The General reached for his phone and dialed in.

"Get the *COB down here with his sidearm and a security detail."

Once the chief and three Marines had arrived, the General spoke again.

"Chief, escort these men to surgical observation. They make any hassle, you put them in irons."

"Aye, aye, sir," the gruff Chief answered.

*Chief of the Boat

The General reached for his phone and dialed in.

"Get the *COB down here with his sidearm and a security detail."

Once the chief and three Marines had arrived, the General spoke again.

"Chief, escort these men to surgical observation. They make any hassle, you put them in irons."

"Aye, aye, sir," the gruff Chief answered.

*Chief of the Boat

Davis and his five men were escorted down while twenty more GIA agents were on deck, waiting.

Davis and his five men were escorted down while twenty more GIA agents were on deck, waiting.
A doctor in surgical garb greeted them, sighing. His garments were completely drenched in blood, and he looked like he'd been harried by a demon.

"I'm Commander Turner, Ship's Surgeon," he greeted them.

A doctor in surgical garb greeted them, sighing. His garments were completely drenched in blood, and he looked like he'd been harried by a demon.

"I'm Commander Turner, Ship's Surgeon," he greeted them.

"We need to confirm he's alive." explained Davis.

"We need to confirm he's alive." explained Davis.
"Eh?" the surgeon said. "Oh, him. Of course he's alive. He's in the Sick Ward," he pointed to the area for wounded sailors to recover. "I thought you were here about the woman. She's in a right nasty scene, ya know."

"Eh?" the surgeon said. "Oh, him. Of course he's alive. He's in the Sick Ward," he pointed to the area for wounded sailors to recover. "I thought you were here about the woman. She's in a right nasty scene, ya know."

"Well, we need to confirm it ourselves." said Davis lamely.

"Well, we need to confirm it ourselves." said Davis lamely.
"Go ahead," the Surgeon said, "You should've said so in the first place. Just go easy, though. He's been through a lot of trauma in the past couple of hours."

ooc: so, they're not concerned for sarah, lol?

"Go ahead," the Surgeon said, "You should've said so in the first place. Just go easy, though. He's been through a lot of trauma in the past couple of hours."

ooc: so, they're not concerned for sarah, lol?

Davis nodded and walked in and spoke with Martin for a few moments then he walked back. "ID number checks out." said Davis to another agent."Check Sarah now."

Davis then turned to the surgeon."Are there any other survivors?"

"She just got out of surgery," the doctor explained. "She's unconscious and in guarded condition. She lost a lot of blood and suffered multiple internal injuries," he continued. "We'll let you see her in a couple of hours."

"She just got out of surgery," the doctor explained. "She's unconscious and in guarded condition. She lost a lot of blood and suffered multiple internal injuries," he continued. "We'll let you see her in a couple of hours."

"Alright, have they retrieved anyone else?" asked Davis, wondering if there were any other survivors beside the two.

"I don't think so," the doctor said, "I know they're still doing dives with the Vogels that remained on-station."

"I don't think so," the doctor said, "I know they're still doing dives with the Vogels that remained on-station."

"Alright, keep us informed. Thank you." said Davis, and he walked off with his agents following him.

"Alright, keep us informed. Thank you." said Davis, and he walked off with his agents following him.
"Will do," the doctor said as he removed his bloody smock and returned to the ward.