NationStates Jolt Archive


Subway Train Fiasco (Open MT to PMT)

Ursava
30-11-2008, 21:29
It was a cold, Ursavian winter night and one of the last trains through the station was just pulling away with barely anybody on it. The driver was waiting to get home and have a nice, home-cooked meal with his wife before heading to bed. There were two men sitting near the back of the first car, one reading a newspaper and the other supporting his head with his arms and resting his eyes until they got to the next train station. A young woman was sitting with her legs crossed and constantly scanning all the other passengers while two slightly older women across from her were simply leaning back with one doing something on her cell-phone and the other casually chewing a piece of gum and occasionally glancing out the window. A final passenger sat near the door to the second car typing on his lap-top with a casually bored expression on his face. The car was filled with quiet boredom that was only broken by the occasional cough and all the other cars were completely empty.

This all changed however as they entered a tunnel on the route. The three women and the man who had been resting his eyes all rose up and pulled four HK 45 semi-automatic handguns that they had kept hidden on them. They pointed to the various passengers who had all stopped their previous activities and one of the women went in to the driver’s ‘station’ and stuck the gun against the side of his head: tilting to an uncomfortable angle.

“Stop the train, now.” The women demanded, and the driver obliged.

They stopped in a right turn/curve of the tunnel and began to make sure all the passengers were accounted for and didn’t look like they were going to move any time soon. Then one of the two women who was still in the car grabbed the phone by the entrance to the driver’s ‘station’ and dialed in three simple numbers as they were written on a nearby list on the wall the phone was connected to: 333, instant connection to the nearest train management station’s office phone.

Two Hours Later

Police cruisers were all around the area at the base of the over-track station where the contacted office was. Police had secured a perimeter and had blocked off any civilians or unauthorized personnel from entering. The police cruisers were what one would expect to see in your average country however, but in Ursava you could also expect to see the White Shield when dealing with hostage situations. Several CV-90s were sitting within the perimeter and men dressed in black and cement-gray combat gear were suiting up for their upcoming mission. They were equipped with Steyr carbines, HK 45s, combat knifes, and non-lethal tear-gas grenades for deployment in the train. Among them was Captain Sebes Turi who had just finished checking his gas-mask and was now putting a fresh clip in to his Steyr. He looked at the other men and then put on his boonie cap which cast disguising shadows across major features such as his nose and eyes. Then Sebes moved towards a nearby marker-board that they had set up to draw a layout of the train and their initial plan while a news helicopter flew overhead with a man undoubtedly filming the group and broadcasting it over UN3.

“Okay, here’s the initial plan before the strike boys: we’ll make our way through the ventilation system and come out on top of the train. We’ll need to plant a thermal camera and a small microphone to listen in. Then we simply evacuate via the ventilation system once again and wait until an evaluation of the situation can be made. Everybody got that?” Sebes asked the last part as he scanned the group.

They were all nodding silently.

“And remember boys: shoot the women last, we’ve got to show a little mercy.” Sebes said, uttering the traditionally said but never enforced phrase before every deployment in to a hostage situation.

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“So far the hostage-takers have been reported as demanding fifty-thousand sequins, a helicopter, and a boat at the harbor in order to take them to a country which would be willing to allow them citizenship.” The red-headed anchorwoman of UN# said as an arial view of the police perimeter was playing in the corner of the screen “White Shield forces have been deployed to the area but their exact capacity in this operation has yet to be known though it is predicted that they will play a key role in analyses of the situation. We’ll keep you posted live on this situation as it develops.”



OOC: Hi guys, haven’t been on the site in a while and I figured I’d come back with a brand new RP so here you go. You can play as a passenger on the train who might be a foreigner and thus gives your country a reason to be involved. If you choose to be a normal passenger you don’t need to be one of the passengers I mentioned: that was just to set the mood. If you wish to be a terrorist please ask me first, and I hope some people join and enjoy themselves.
Motokata
30-11-2008, 22:02
*tagged*
Ursava
30-11-2008, 22:11
OOC: Somebody actually responded....:eek:...I thought nobody would be interested.
Motokata
30-11-2008, 22:12
heh yep sounds intresting enough, I don't have time to formulate a full IC post now but I will today
Ursava
30-11-2008, 22:18
OOC: Cool. Good to know.
Ralkovia
30-11-2008, 22:26
ooc: I'll join I guess
Ursava
30-11-2008, 22:28
OOC: Thanks.
Ralkovia
30-11-2008, 22:29
ooc: post right now
Ursava
30-11-2008, 22:32
OOC: I'm waiting for somebody to post before I continue with IC posts. Can't wait for other people to actually start IC posting.
Ralkovia
30-11-2008, 23:06
Jessica Lane cried as the hostage takers pulled out the guns. She was a ralkovian teenager who was on winter break and now she was a hostage.

The Ralkovian government was quick to respond.

To: Ursava
From: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Encrypted

The Ralkovian Government is upset over the fact that a Mrs. Jessica Lane was taken hostage on your territory. Ralkovia would like to mobilize a special team of troopers to receive her and take the hostages out. This would be done best by giving into the terrorist demands. A bomb of some sort would take the terrorist out.
Ursava
30-11-2008, 23:37
TO: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
FROM: The Ursavian Ministry of Homeland Defence.

Encrypted

We are afraid to inform you that we are not willing to deploy overly drastic measures such as a bomb and we do not give in to terrorists if we have the chance. Your forces are more than welcome however and if you can help formulate a plan once the proper surveilance equipment has been put in to place then we will be extremely grateful.


Captain Sebes Turi slowly crawled through the vent with the rest of his team behind him. They were moving as slowly as they possibly could, their way illuminated with the aid of NVGs. When Sebes came to the appropriate vent he pulled a screw-driver from out of his vest and soon pulled the vent up in to the shaft. Then he manuevered himself correctly and came out feet-first as slowly as he could. Sebes barely peered over the edge of the lead car and saw a young woman crying in to her hands. He made sure that nobody was looking at her and slowly leaned down in front of the window, holding a camera/microphone in one of his hands while his partners supported him. Sebes tapped on the glass lightly and then stuck a hand in front of his gray and black painted face to signal her to be quiet. Then Sebes stuck the camera/microphone in one of the upper corners of the window and was pulled back up while another small group of men stuck a camera/mike on a window near the back of the car. Then Sebes and his team quietly moved back to the vent they had came in through and dissapeared inside.
Gibberish America
01-12-2008, 01:05
OOC; I can I play a foreign law enforcement officer who just so happened to be a passenger?
Ursava
01-12-2008, 01:15
OOC: Yeah, as long as you don't go all "special forces genius, ex-military guy" because I tried an RP like this on another site and just about every passenger was like that. So yeah, go ahead and join.
Gibberish America
01-12-2008, 02:56
OOC: Thanks.

Character Bio
Mike Le
Age: 19
Hometown: Liberty City, USGA
Occupation: LCPD
Division: NOOSE (equivalent to SWAT)
School: Graduated from Liberty State University in 2008
Status: Rookie
Ethnicity: Chinese-Irish
Weapons on him: an M9 he keeps for protection, and a Ka-bar (can't carry it overseas... so, it's useless in this RP)
Fav Music: Gangsta Rap
Gibberish America
01-12-2008, 03:00
Mike kept quiet inside the subway as the terrorists drew their guns. He wanted to sneak behind them and take their guns away from them, but the risk was too great. He saw a Ralkovian girl across the aisle who was cowering in fear. He asked her, "Yo, what's your name?"
Motokata
02-12-2008, 03:00
(I guess I can go and jump in?)

Reiko was a student in college, she decided to study abroad instead of at home. She stayed late at school to study and work on a little work, now it would be something she would regret. She sat asleep in her seat as the train droned on through the subway passing each station with a small stop. The loud sound of terror awoke her she realized she was likely in trouble now. She had a small can of mace with her, oh yeah that would do a wonder of good against heavily armed terrorists. She dodge behind a seat and hoped to stay out of sight for as long as possible.