NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Reactions and small task forces are very much welcome. Giant invasions, eeeh, TG me first.

It was dark when it happened.
Midnight, to be precise. Rain thundered into Rulina Island, one of the Void's most far-flung colonies. Every citizen on that island was asleep, bar a few insomniacs, a few late night revellers and the ever silhoutted figure of a Marine Police Officer. There was one notable exception. One old factory in the city of King's Ashtol, or rather, a rather long way below the factory inside a hidden series of concrete tunnels, extending under the entire city. The one bare light bulb that hung from the Tunnel Network's HQ illuminated the otherwise dark room, swaying gently. The people there had only one thing in common to the untrained eye. A small, orange arm band on their right forearm, marking them as member's of the People's Liberation Front, which doubly served as making them prime targets for any Loyalist that happened to see them. Their chatter was interrupted by an echoing bang some way down the corridor, and the sound of feet pattering in a sprint along the dirt floor. The rebels instantly jumped to, slinging rifles off their back.
"Halt!"
"Don't fire, don't fire!" A scrawny, pale man scampered into the room, clutching a crumpled piece of yellow paper in his trembling hand. The dirt clung to his face, streaks being cut by the sweat pouring off him. "Here, our mole just wired me this." He threw the paper onto the wooden desk. A man with greying hair, dressed in military fatigues picked it up and read it. He gasped as he finished it.
"Shit, we have to go now! Alert the men, their coming for-"
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"Go!" The landing ramps swung down, smashing into the sand of the beach. A squad of marine's poured out, their black figures storming up the beach from hundreds of landing craft. A triplet of Cobra's darted overhead, and immediately came under fire. A pair of missiles suddenly darted from behind a hill, impacting one of the helicopters in a huge ball of fire and flaming wreckage. The others turned and opened fire, their miniguns tearing up anywhere that looked even remotly like the firing position. Marines poured into the city, citizens looking out of their window to see red eyed, black clad soldiers marching through their streets. The whole procedure only took a few minutes, the downed Cobra's pilot being the only casualty. 4 squads lined up on the old factory entrance to the hidden unerground bunker. They counted down, then booted the door wide open. Nothing. Some old machinery, a half completed car on one of the assembly lines, nothing more.
"What the fuck? Intel said that this place would have been crawling!"
"Calm down, idiot. Must be the wrong factory."
"Uh... Sarge?" The seargeant groaned and turned to face the recruit.
"What the hell do you wa-"

"Haha! It worked, sir!" The escaped rebels hooted and cheered as a ball of fire and smoke rose from the city.
"No. It's only stalled them. We must keep moving." Dominik Lakos, Comrade-General in the PLF pulled himself out of the escape tunnel's hatch, dropping a charge in there before moving off and detonating it, the tunnel collapsing in on itself. "I only pray that they will hunt me. The alternative..."

Ernesto woke up from his sleep in the Kremlingrad, in the center of Moscowgrad the capital of the Soviet System, he decided to give his wife a call and picked up the phone, hoping Tara was awake, and he called

(Sorry for sort post, ya didnt give me much to work with in that first post)

"Citizens!" Rerouted through the citie's PA system, Colonel Rawk's voice was heard throughout King's Ashtol. "We know that Dominik Lakos, self proclaimed enemy of the Empire, has been given shelter and refuge here! In order to keep the peace, and to protect you, citizens of the Empire, we need this man to be turned over to us! He is dangerous, armed, and mad, a lethal combination. He incites his festering lies amongst your children! If we do not have him within 24 hours from now... We will have to do something. You have been warned, citizens. 24 hours." He flicked his radio off and slipped it back into his belt. The Colonel was in charge of this operation. He was in charge of every Black Book operation. He did not exist, and would never exist. He had to, of course, dress for the role. He wore a long black greatcoat over his BDU and body armor, a sheathed sword on his hip and a peaked black cap with the Templarian Trinity on the front. He stood on the deck of the VTN Anvil, a Maleficius-class Aircraft carrier and the command ship for his operation. He watched the horizon as the Marines began to form a circle around the city. Howitzers were transported onto the beach, their guns angled towards the city, shells fully armed.

Inside the city, the citizens rioted. Buildings were burnt, people killed and shops looted all in the search of either Lakos or an escape. But there was no escape from the city, a ring of iron encircling it. In a few places, piles of corpses lay in front of the Marines, bullet holes riddling their bodies. Frantic attempts to reach the outside, anyone who could help them, were met with static. Jammers flew over the city, all communications being intercepted and cut off. No one would know about this. A tragic incedent, further proof of the dangerousness of the PLF. How the brave Marines arrived too late, met with a dead city. Not one full of live in it's most primal, clawing for survival while looking down the barrel of a cannon.

The colonel chuckled.
"24 hours..."
OOC: HAHAHA DISREGARD THAT

Ernesto was a bit worried as Tara did not pick up the phone, so he went over to the morning Intel reports, and noticed a report from his man inside Void, since he knew his wife wouldn't tell him everything, of recent marine movement, to were he didn't know, so he walked to the War Office, right next to his room, and ordered to the Commandant of the Airforce, "I want you to send plance all over the Void and its colonies, I want to know where those Marines went"

An hour later, 2 Su-25's took off, heading to the Void

The next day dawned.
Citizens had stopped rioting now, consigned to their fate. Some sat in the Cathedral in the centre of the town, some went about their normal buisness, some sat and chatted with the marines and some simply lay on the ground staing at the sky. It was blood red.
The colonel had not moved from where he stood. He now, however, was sat on a blue and white beach deckchair one of the recruits had procured from nowhere.
"Well. No reply, Captain?" He spoke to the man stood beside him.
"No sir. The direct channel we left open has remained dead."
Rawk sighed. "And now, unfortunately, the town must join it. Tell the artillery to fire at will."

On the beach, the howitzers gun's lifted, each of the piece's adjusting it's aim. This went on for a few minutes, before dozens of booms rang out as each cannon fired. Explosions were heard in the distance as the kinetic shells smashed into buildings, sending debris crashing down on top of the citizens. This barrage, however, was not to be the worst.
Beisdes the number of standard shells, there were 7 shells which, upon impact, released Chlorine Gas into the city. Deadly clouds of the smog drifted through, great swathes of silent death being carved through the roaring explosions of the artillery.
The barrage kept up for an hour. When the final howitzer had fired it's last, the city was levelled. Nothing remained but ruins, blood and corpses.
Rawk smiled.
"I do so love a job well done."

"No!" Lakos dropped to his knees when he heard the news.
"I'm sorry sir. They died protecting their freedom."
"But they still died, lieutenant! For my sake! And these dogs blame us for the atrocity?!"
"Sir, if I may. We do have a certain trump card here."
"And what would that be?!"
The rebel held up a bloodstained camcorder. "This, sir."

Days later, every major news channel on the planet recieved a copy of the tape, showing Templar Marines gunning down citizens, the effects of the gas shells, the ruined city and the howitzers firing. At the end was one simple message, spoken by Lakos from some rebel safehouse.
"Revenge."

Ernesto had got a report from the scouts and seen the message sent to the news channels, he was outraged, how could the Void do such a thing, Ernesto charged out of the capital, and got onto his privet jet, and ordered his pilot to take him to the Void, he was going to talk to Tara, his cell phone went off, he answered it

"Sir, do you not think you are being rash." His Chief of State said

"No, I do not, Void has done an unthinkable act, and I must find out what tara was trying to do, the only way is to talk to her" Ernesto hung up, and called Tara's personal cell phone, waiting for an answer

Ernesto had got a report from the scouts and seen the message sent to the news channels, he was outraged, how could the Void do such a thing, Ernesto charged out of the capital, and got onto his privet jet, and ordered his pilot to take him to the Void, he was going to talk to Tara, his cell phone went off, he answered it

"Sir, do you not think you are being rash." His Chief of State said

"No, I do not, Void has done an unthinkable act, and I must find out what tara was trying to do, the only way is to talk to her" Ernesto hung up, and called Tara's personal cell phone, waiting for an answer

It rung twice, then answered.
"Ah, Ernesto! I have't heard from you in a while! How is the State? How are you?"

Once Ernesto heard her voice, most of his anger went away, "I am ok, trying to hold onto my power, as a newly formed Capitalist Underground Party has appeared in the System, im more interested in you, how is the Void, how are you, and I got a surprise for you, I am almost at the Void, about half way thought the flight, you will see me soon"

Once Ernesto heard her voice, most of his anger went away, "I am ok, trying to hold onto my power, as a newly formed Capitalist Underground Party has appeared in the System, im more interested in you, how is the Void, how are you, and I got a surprise for you, I am almost at the Void, about half way thought the flight, you will see me soon"

"Fantastic! I'll get a courier to get you from Central. The Void's pretty much the same as ever. A public hanging yesterday, two rebels. Right out side the palace. Not particularly pretty. I'm fine otherwise."

"Well its good to hear you are fine, I have missed you, very much and I should go now, we will be there soon"

Ernesto hung up as he sat back and took a quick nap, about 2 hours later he was steping off the plane, having changed into his red suit, he walked to the courier and got inside the car, wanting to see Tara so badly