NationStates Jolt Archive

"It's time for your speach Sir" one of the advisors said.
"Thanks." The king walked out onto stage and began.
"As you know, we recenltly invaded a small island hoping to take it as territory. We weren't completely sure what to do with it besides using it's resorces, in the end we decided to use this place to send the victims of a rapidly spreading desease called the nero virus. This would stop it from spreading and let them enjoy a life in a tropical paradise. Unfortunately the invasion failed and the conquest was ruined. Don't let this worry you, the invasion was countered by much stronger countries and with the virus: we are calling on you, to decide about it. Tomorrow there will be a vote you can vote to take money out of military and put it in spending for the nero cure. Or to leave spending the same."

The health and science advisor interupted him and brought him back into the capitol.
"Sir," he began. "This is important. As we know the virus has caused the death of many by the desease itself and by the effects causing people to have a strange urge for cannibalism. Unfortunately, this desease is uncurable with any medical or herbal treatments, nor with any radio type therapy. The hope is lost."

"Well then," the king began. "We have to make sure no one else knows.

As the news was rolling that night about the speach, it was interupted, by an illegal signal. This signal said:

"This is RAML; Rise against the mastedon lands. your government has lied about many things, besides this the nero virus, is uncurable. No amount of spending can save us. To prove it we have a tape of the health advisor saying the facts. The only solution, is a civil uprising, to overthrow the government!"

The signal ended there.

(ooc: you can play too as your country suporting RAML or the mastedon Lands government

OOC: What was wrong with finishing "The Empire Expands" thread?

ooc: he dropped out, his tiny nation coldn't afford to stay in with 8 nations of one billion + threatening war.

ooc: I retreated because all my troops would be murdered by other nations

High above the Mastedon a Predetor flew. The UAV delibratly had no markings on it. It was beaming it's recordings back to an AWAC's in nearby neutral airspace.

As the king paced his room trying to thing of a solution to the currenly rioting people outside: a loud noise was heard from a building. The king was shot. The sniper man hired by RAML was ducking behind boxes from the building he fired from, talking on his phone, he stated:
"The king is down, clear for phase two."
The man on the other end replied "Good give them a call."
As secret service walked into the presidents room they immediantly did cpr, it was useless, they called upon the war advisor to announce the death of the king.

"My fellow people!" he yelled at the rioting people "I am sad to announce, that our king has been shot!"

The crowed fell into silence not sure how to react. Moments later the war advisor was shot dead, hit again by a sniper.
"Phase two completed."
in a sick and twisted way: the people of the mastedon lands, felt the deaths to be good.

As the Predetor flew over the Capitol it picked up the sniper shots on its infra-red scanners

OOC: Could i join this thread?

ooc: the four heatons please don't post one liners for your opening posts, you could do more than that.

ooc: Does this nation have nuclear weapons? If it does then can I join as my own nation?

Task Group 27.2
107 nautical miles NW of Mastedon Lands

The task group had spent the last eight weeks escorting convoys and chasing pirates in the nearby Ellery Islands (OOC: made up) and had been on its way back to base when word of a pandemic and civil unrest in The Mastedon Lands had reached Brayton. Much to the chargin to the crews of the task group, they'd been ordered to patrol the waters off Mastedon Lands and keep an eye on the situation. The task group wasn't a particularly large force, just the escort carrier HMS Gryphon (CVE-134) and six surface ships, but it was sufficient for the time being.

OOC: I can always deleted this if you really dislike it.
Macgruber has the a thought brewing since the begining of this possible uprising. But with news of the president dead, Macgruber can move in and give the people what they want. Well only in till they are in full control...

"Sir, the president of the Mastedon Lands has been killed by his own people."
"Well isn't this a fantastic turn of events!"
"Should i go with plan alpha?"
"Yes, and make it fast."

The government wastes no time as it sends Pro Macgruber videos onto sites in the Mastedom lands depicting them to show how they care for every man, women and child and refuse to give up hope when there is little left. They promise a cure for the disease within a month if they are given power in there country.

Macgruber troops also waste no time as they prepare a massive 'Liberation' of the unstable country. Dozens of ships and Planes are sent towards the land. they ready millions of leaflets of a drop over there cites.

-Leaflet reads-
Macgruber will not sleep in till the proud people of Mastedom lands are healthy and safe. This is a dark day for your nation, but the sun is rising and it will be a sunny day up ahead. All you have to do is destroy the government that has given up hope on you and allow Macgruber to do what is right.

OOC: Can I Join?

ooc: I have no nuclear wepons and you all can join.

Just after the war advisor was shot, federal troops rushed out to control the situation. But their attempt was useless; jsut after the troops came out a large group of men armed with standard militia weapons came out of the blue and quickly killed off the troops. The leader of the men came on to the stage and began:
"My people, we need to overthrow the government and start over, we are men from RAML, the fall of the mastedon lands will bring power and civil rest to the people of this land. Who is with me!?"
A roar of applause was heard, the crowd was ready for war, to take over the government.
With the RAML troops came truck loads of supplies of weapons and explosives, the capitol of the mastedon lands had been taken

the planes begin dropping leaflets all over the capital and major cities. the planes have decided to wait 30 minutes before the paratroopers are allowed to drop in.

OOC. Can I join? My nation IS nuclear-weapon-equipped however we wouldn't use a nuclear weapon unless the virus is unstoppable, and the sake of our nation's safety is at risk while your nation's death is inevitable from the virus.

ooc: you can join

-bump-

As troops arrived back from the invasion of a small island. They were greated by the queen (now the political leader) Until even she, was elimated; by a soldier secretly working for RAML.
"Phase 3 completed"

Meanwhile:
Throughout the nation RAML was supplying its rebelling people with weapons that they had been saving for years, waiting for the perfect time to begin a rebellion. Because many of the countries troops had just arrived back from the invasion, the local forces couldn't stop the forces of an entire nation. Governers were killed and the forces of RAML were taking over the country. The killing of the queen was not grieved because it only helped the rebellion.

OOC: I'm assuming the virus is transmittable by air.

...destroy the government that has given up hope on you... allow Macgruber.. The pamphlets were obviously bullshit, but Raven had greater concerns. She sat in his hotel, wearing a military-grade air filter, and stripping down her large collection of pistols. Within a few days, every tinpot dictator and psycho despot would send their men into the empire, each trying to claim the land for themselves. But The Raven had other plans, plans that invariably involved those men failing. After cleaning one of her Glock 18s, she took a step onto the balcony, the wind blowing against her black hair. Soon this land would belong to its rightful owner...

From: the head adivsor (now king)
To: any and all nations

The holy empire of the mastedon lands needs your help to sustain its government. This organization (RAML) is crazy, already with government influence they have gotten laws to pass allowing kids to gamble, mandatory organ harvesting, and spending too much money on defence. We need your help!!!
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Immediently federal troops who had just arrived back from an island invasion were sent to the front lines of the riots. The troops were shot at by the people so they shot back with guns and artillary. As the people fled into buildings for better protection from artillary. A large majority of the soldiers fired at other soldiers, these men were part of RAML. They RAML supporters brought the generals up to the steps of the capitol and shot them on the spot to let the people know they were on their side. For the government of the mastedon lands resistance was useless.

As The Raven stood on her balcony, she heard gunshots and explosions. It's begun. She goes back inside, and dons a black ski-mask and two shoulder-holsters. She tucks a Glock 18 into each, and straps a a brick of C4 the size of a cereal box to her back. Raven throws a black leather trench coat over it all, and leaves the room...

In the office of the capitol the head of RAML (Max Hamilton) stood listening to his second in command Ron Smith. "Sir, it's time for your speach."
"okay."

As he walked out on stage he began. "People of the mastedon lands, only a few old government officials remain and they have little power." this was follwed by cheers. "With our new government we now have a new country with more power to the people, a strong and good government, together we shall last forever!!!!!" Following this was the loudest applause imaginable.

But his speech would soon be proven wrong. Now the Nero Virus was spreading faster than Max Hamilton or anyone could ever imagine

OOC: this nation is now the peoples republic of the mastedon lands)

"Mr President, Madam Prime Minister,it would seem that the nation of The Mastedon Lands is undergoing some...strife." The Foreign Minister reported as he placed two copies of an intelligence report on the conference table. "Really? Whatever happened?" The Prime Minister asked as she studied the report. "Well Mdm, it seems rebels have taken over and there also seems to be some kind of biological agent spreading around." The Prime Minister raised an eyebrow upon hearing 'biological agent'. "I...See...Well we have a situation here then, I couldn't care less about rebels and so on, however a biological agent going rogue on us is completely unacceptable."

The President nodded his head, "I concur, we must assist them in containing the spread of the virus and also to prevent it from entering our borders." He turned to face the Defence Minister, "Minister Allan, convey these orders to our armed forces. Mobilize both the 3rd and 6th Divisions for possible containment procedures in The Mastedon Lands, have elements of the 9th Division's special ALPHA teams on standby as well, furthermore deploy squadron 21 and 23 from the navy to ensure NO Mastedon Land ships enter our waters."

The Defence Minister nodded. "As you ordered Mr President."

OOC: I'm a small nation so i'm not intending on conquest, i might send them in for peacekeeping and also to attempt to stop the spread of the virus. I support the original government btw.

Ambassador and President Eduard Heir, a notorious playboy was asleep in his penthouse's bed. His girlfriend, Heather, a beautiful blonde reporter with a very arousing Mastedonian accent, returned to his bedroom. Eduard had heard some gross sounds, unpleasant vomiting noises, and some out-of-character speech like that of a drunken horny baseball player. Heir assumed she was just wildly hungover from the night before, when she had a considerably large amount to drink. She jumped onto the bed, and Heir opened his eyes finally. Heather was on top of him, with blood shot eyes, vomit hanging from her mouth. Her naked body was pale and thin like a skeleton, as if a parasite was ripping through her body. Eduard turned over, pale of fright, and Heather started to gnaw on his arm. Firmly biting into the muscle. Heir extended his other arm to his drawer desperately, combing through his drawer blindly through a wasteland of tasteless magazines, condoms and pill bottles before clenched his hand on his handgun. He awkwardly shot Heather in the temple, using his left hand. Eduard took a breather, Heather's bloody inanimate corpse lay on top of him. He figured this wasn't the time to take up necrophilia as a hobby. He dropped the gun and grabbed the phone by his bedside.

Calling his assistant, Louie, "Hey Louie, I got a dead girl lying on top of me...no, it's not a hooker, again. Do you remember Heather? The blonde chick..? Yes I know they're all blonde. Listen, I just shot her...yes I know the media is going to be all over this...that's why I need you to go get contract killings for the heads of the top media news anchors..except for that chick from UEN, dahm she's fine. Anyway...Heather seems to have turned to cannibalism in her last moments...no I didn't pick her up at a cult session...I'm done with cult chicks. No, this reminded me of a parasite attack or a zombie thing...yeah like in the movies...no, she wasn't decomposing...but she is now, on top of me in fact. Yeah, she was from the Mastedon Lands, why? An air dispersed virus, eh? Get my doc down here, and call up the Mastedonian representative, I want to know what I'm dealing with".

6 Hours Ago.

Heather Hamilton, what a name, she figured her mom either wanted her to be a news anchor or a porn star, or both….Heather had had a wonderful night, meeting the notorious playboy Eduard Heir at an HEIR boardroom Christmas party which had been internationally televised due to some poor executive decisions. They had made love on the balcony; at that point she was very drunk from the glasses of liquid courage that had been passed around generously to the mild mannered crowd of board executives over the night. The couple, with many drunken giggles, went up to Eduard’s penthouse suite using his secret elevator…classy. When they arrived, Eduard took a running leap onto the bed; Heather made her way to bathroom, laughing because she was too drunk to walk straight. She turned on the light and squinted because of the overexposure. Heather looked into the mirror, she had long passed that glowing stage, now she was hollow faced, smiling profusely, but nether-the-less tired. She slapped herself, she had the richest man in Unibot lying in bed in the next room, waiting for her to …um, satisfy him. She unbuttoned her shirt to reveal more cleavage, and dropped her pants to show her black lingerie, she looked okay she thought. Then “it” happened, her hand trembled, “it” had happened before, but not like this, she started to cough…and then she started to cough blood. She wiped her face and decided it was nothing; she gave her cleavage a lift and smiled into the mirror. She then starred at her drunken reflection for minutes, not realizing she was staring, her mouth drooled bloody salvia. A shout-out from Eduard awoke her from her stupor. Time to please the king, she thought, as she walked out of the bedroom.

7 Hours Later

Doctor Zippy was not formally a practitioner of medicine, however he was better than most. He typically did surgery on gang members, mob affiliates…using kitchen utensils that he carried around in a ziploc bag full of iodine, hence his nickname. Eduard Heir had been a long time customer of his, he had pulled bullets from his chest, resuscitated him twice and given him a blood transfusion using a skipping rope, an inflatable pool toy and bicycle pump. Zippy was called in when Heir Industries didn’t want the share holders to hear about Eduard’s latest antics, as if the public didn’t already know about Eduard’s long history with drugs, loose women, violence and more drugs…the public was infatuated with it. Nether the less, it kept Zippy well financed. This time he had been called by Louie, woken up at the crack of dawn, like usual, Louie probably had him on speed dial these days. The doc didn’t know what to expect when he entered the penthouse, but there he was, Eduard walking out of the bathroom, apparently fresh from a hot shower. “You look fine?” Zippy said puzzlingly, “and I feel fine, but she doesn’t”. Eduard’s nod pointed to a startling revelation for Zippy, the stark naked and decomposing body of Heather Hamilton sprawled across the bed. “I haven’t gotten rid of bodies in a long time; don’t you have someone else that's better equipped for this area of …expertise?” Zippy asked.

Heir laughed, “No, you don’t understand, she died of some sort of virus, I need to know more about it, I want to know if I’m affected? You see, she bit me...” Eduard showed him his scarred arm, and Zippy pulled out some bandages to treat it. “She doesn’t look like she died of a virus; I’d say the bullet to the head probably did it…” Eduard gave him that “shut-up” glance. The doctor walked over to the body, “its an airborne virus, her lungs are all bruised…and the body has been drained by some sort of parasite hence the rapid loss of body weight, the attack on your arm was a bodily instinct to feed for energy, much like that enhanced sex drive that she probably had previous to …this. If it is airborne, you’re fine; you might feel a bit of nausea with the nullified virus hitting your bloodstream, I’d recommend hitting up on some of those pcps or some junk, the usual shit, to get back to normal for the next couple of days, while drinking your fluids and pee...pee a lot”. Heir nodded, he had to hand it to his doctor, he was a brilliant guy.

The Raven knocked on the door of the penthouse. "Mr Heir?" she called as her right hand wrapped gently around the pistol under her jacket. Her called was muffled by the gas-mask and the door.

Before the men jump onto the foreign soil, The Command places a reasonable request "I doubt theses rebels will allow us to simply take over, so i request that the shore assault. Who are the only ones who will make it to remember the Macgruber 5th Paratrooper division. and men never for one minute take your masks off." he then leaps out of the plane and prepares for war.

The Macgruber fleet was still 30 minutes till they reached there landing points. The Ships continued fast threw the seemly black water. "Ok men, We believe they will not give up power without a fight. So where going give it to them, We are landing at the capital so we just have one pissed off city in our way before we can expand! Ready your gas masks you don't want this plague to slow down the MACGRUBER ARMY!" The Captain yells to his men.

To: the head adivsor (now king)
From: Macgruber
We ask that your men head for the shore. There is a large wave of troops coming. I'm sorry but any infected soldiers or civilians we find will be shot and burned after there use expires. its in everyone's interest if the virus stops.

To: Max Hamilton
From: Defese Space Command
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During a routine recon mission, we managed to spot a large wave of troops closing in on your shores. My superiors wish for your country to fight off these oppressors, and we are willing to sell you arms to combat the invaders, and we can send in Haz-Mat teams to deal with the infection that is growing in your cities.
If you accept, then we will deploy Haz-Mat teams, with Level 2 suits into areas were the infection is being spotted.
We will also provide you with air support, the North Defese Air Force is one of the most advanced in the world.

Please respond quickly,
Reagan-Space Command General Officer

To: Mastedons new Kind (formerly head adviser)
From: The Republic of United Gordonopia

As you may know, we have an embassy in your nation. When this crisis began, we sent 1000 haz-mat suits to our embassy to protect the staff and any Gordonopian Nationals in the country. They are safe, and we can now concentrate on your people. As we are on relatively good terms, and we have exchanged embassies, we have graned permission for you and up to 1000 others to be transported to Gordonopia. You shall be granted political asylum until your nation is liberated and safe.

As the nero virus spread around the country more and more people had it. There was no cure or medicine to prevent it. The virus wasn't just spread airborn it was spread by coming it contact with another person or being bit by them (the virus gave people a huge urge for cannibalism). Unfortunately it was hard to avoid coming in contact with someone with the virus as it takes 2 days for the effects to begin.
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Meanwhile inside the capitol:
"Robert," Max said to his assistant. "Our plans aren't working, another country's planning to invade, the mob is thriving, and the chaos won't stop. Over 3/5 of the country has nero, people will just be walking down the street and they die of the effects, others are eaten alive. People's houses are destroyed, and the people are eaten alive."
"Max, there is nothing we can do. If the virus keeps spreading we have to evacuate."
"Okay, send out a message."

To: all nations
From: Max Hamilton
I and the rest of the government staff needs to evacuate fast. I already had to kill a friend who got the virus. Any way to get to safe grounds will be appriciated.

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To: All nearby nations
From: Former Head adviser

As you know, we have fallen into chaos, with the uprising and the virus. My few Colleages and I need to escape the virus and the threat of execution by the people. If you can help, please contact me immedienly.
P.S. I accept your offer Gordonopia but other offers would also be good.

The door was ringing profusely in the penthouse; Eduard called his secretary and told her to shut the person up, Maurine, his secretary acknowledged him “Yes, there’s a strange women here, odd attire…is she one of your hookers?” Eduard laughed, “No Maurine, she’s not a hooker; at least not one I called for…” . In the background, a burly man in a cheap suit named Ricky-Dicky was attempting to put Heather Hamilton into a garbage bag, and was making a bloody mess while doing it. Heir looked over, and shook his head, Ricky was trying to fit Hamilton’s bloating ass into the bag when he stumbled and knocked over a lava lamp which shattered on the floor. “Hurry it up before the maggots start getting her, and be careful…” Eduard shouted. Heir knew Ricky’s history, he had once been a good football player, but the career had went to the dogs when he was charged with killing his wife, it took an unhealthy investment into the mob to burrow him from that legal hole…but the damage had apparently already been done to his career.

Louie, his assistant entered from the secret elevator door. “Doesn’t anyone knock anymore?” Eduard asked. Louie looked puzzled, “um…let’s face it, this isn’t the worst thing I seen in your room. Anyways, I called the Mastedonian government, the diplomat on the phone that I got just gave me the old red tape bullshit…he apologized and said his government was doing everything in its power to localize the Nero virus, however the Mastedon Land’s current civil unrest is complicating matters.” Eduard shook his head, “no, I don’t want an apology, I want answers…how did she pass through international security under strict regulation, while carrying one of the most notorious and dangerous viruses in her system. I think it’s a set-up, she was a plant.” Louie wasn’t so sure, “you think that the Mastedonian government planned to assassinate you by sending a sleazy sexcrazed reporter with a massive STD problem. Of course, betting on you being so stupid, and easy…to fall for it?” Eduard shook his head, “it’s a way to send a message, it’s a way to start panic…hysteria leads to revolution and the weakening of government…a takeover of Unibot would only take a couple of months”. Louie wasn’t convinced “If you’re worried about being assassinated, I’d take a look at the lobby; you’ve got a cuborgian chick waiting for you to open the door. According to our intelligence, she’s an assassin.”

Eduard walked over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a dirty magazine, throwing it at Louie, “think fast!” Heir pulled out his handgun and shot his assistant in the head while he tried to catch the magazine. Louie’s lifeless body dropped to the floor, his hands clutched the magazine as the rigor mortis set in. Heir waved Ricky-Dicky over, “You can clean this one up while you’re at it”. Heir had never liked his assistant, Louie was a liar and an asshole, god bless Unibot. Not many assassins that Eduard knew used the front door in broad daylight; he would have to go investigate this “cuborgian chick”.

To: New King
From: Gordonopia

Our embassy has sent out 5 humvees to come and get you and close advisers. Any others will have to arrive by foot, and will be tested for the infection. We have sent an infantry company to try and defend the embassy, and the helicopters are already there.

A shot rang out from the apartment (The Raven had excellent hearing). She whipped her machine pistol from under her trench coat, and sprayed the whole 32-round magazine through the door. Not so much to kill anybody on the inside, as much to alert the others...

The man on the ground heard the long burst through his ear piece. He dropped his newspaper, and walked into the lobby of the apartments. The man ran up to the desk, and ripped open his coat. "Delivery for Mr. Heir," he said as the pipe bombs strapped to his chest exploded. At the exact moment of the explosion, the cereal box-sized chunk of C4 blew the door of Heir's penthouse off its hinges.

Heir heard the explosion in the lobby…he leaped onto the ground, and rolled over to the plug in the wall, pushing the plug in, which was an ingeniously disguised button to set off the advanced security functions in Heir’s penthouse. Who did these people they we’re dealing with, Heir manufactured guns not weaved baskets… automatic systems barred the windows with steel plates and sealed the doors as tight as Fort Knox. In the lower levels the intruders we’re in for a world of trouble. The ceiling had become a hyperactive magnet which was attracting firearms and metallic lamps no doubt…unfortunately for the intruders also, the HEIR guards we’re armed with heavy artillery cleverly constructed from plastic and Kevlar. Eduard however knew he needed to get out of this fortress he had built for himself, his defense mechanisms we’re only buying him time. He had an idea….

Eduard ran into his “playroom” as he called it, we’re he kept all of his neat toys for billionaires only. There Heir found his state-of-the-art parachute and surfboard, the ingredients of an extreme sport which he had yet to try out on the Unibot harbor. Heir slung the parachute over his shoulder and picked up the surf board, walking to the encased window, which he opened using a remote control. Then using his handgun to destroy the glass window that was now defenseless. He shoved the warm gun into his coat pocket. Eduard took a deep breath, “time to play”. Heir took a running leap out of the window, pulling the strap to launch the parachute, and putting the surf board under his legs. He glided in mid air for a while before finding his way to the smooth surface of the skyscraper’s glass which he road for a couple of seconds till the slant of the building ended. From there Eduard was on his own, hanging over the harbor with his parachute, he then dropped the surf board into the water below. There was a fishing boat that Heir figured he could land on, if he could just figure out how to land…

The armed convoy sped through the streets of the capital on it's way to the new kings location. They had to shoot several people who had tried to attack the soldiers. Finally, they reached the bunker and found the entrance. They began banging on the door, telling them who it was.

Meanwhile
Of the Gordonopian nationals who had been evacuated, one was infected. They had signed up several years ago in Gordonopia's "Bodies for Science" program where if you die, your body may be used for science. Under secret joint orders from the prime minister and his health adviser, they quarantined the man in a helicopter. He died on the way there, but that was what they hoped would happen. As soon as the body arrived, it was rushed to one of Gordonopia's 3 top secret underground labs, SL-2. There, numerous tests were preformed, yielding many results. The most useful of which was the discovery that the virus itself carried extremely high traces of a recently discovered chemical Compound 46598. This allowed them to begin engineering a test for the virus. A minute blood sample, about the amount needed for a glucose meter, would be taken, and a robotic probe, which was what they were creating, would be able to search for the chemical in less then 30 seconds. If the high amount was found, the virus would be present, allowing them to diagnose the disease even before the two days it would take for the symptoms to show.

"Mr. Prime Minister, the lab has reported that it will be able to develop a test for the virus. Does this mean that we can put order 64 into action?"
"Yes, send the order to the P.H.A.L.A.N.X chief."

"Colonel Riker, here are your orders. In one week, a company of P.H.A.L.A.N.X. Spartans are going to be dropped off in the embassy in the mastedon lands. They will have on Spartan Class Two Body Armour, so they don't get infected by the virus. They are going to head out to a rural village that will be revealed when they leave. There, they will occupy the village, and create a safe zone. Any loyalists to the old government will be tracked down by patrols of Spartans and be brought back the the village after being tested for the disease. There, they will be defended, and each time a group of 100 is at the village, they will be airlifted out and to our nation. Is this understood."
"Yes mister Minister"

"Mr. Prime Minister, what are we going to do with these people after they reach our nation?" The minister of Defense asked.
"Well, first we are going to wait until we have at least 2000 of them. We have designated a small, uninhabited island controlled by us that we are going to send them to with supplies and protection. They will be able to remain their until their nation is liberated. Then they can choose to return to their homeland, or, should it be to disease ridden and wartorn, they can remain on the island and we shall designate that island and the uninhabited chain around it as "New Mastedon". What do you think."
"I think that it might work."

As people all across Defese were watching their favorite shows, they were suddenly interupted by the Alert system. The TV screens showed the Defese Flag, with the words "Federal Alert System" in bold. Then a military uniformed man appeared. Standing behind a podium

"This is the Federal Alert System. Moments ago we recieved word of a highly contagious infection being reported at the Tomaok International Airport. All residents are advised to return to their homes, the Inter City Defense Force, Riot Response, and Disiese Control center are all being stationed into the city. Martial Law is in affect. Anyone found outside their homes after 9:00 will be arrested. Any looters will be shot on site. I repeat, this is the Federal Alert system. A highy contagious disiese..--"
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Oval Office
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The President was at his desk, filling out papers when a man walked in, dressed in the uniform of the Disease Control Center. He was flanked by 2 Haz-Mat uniformed men, each with a Sig Sauer holstered.

"Sir.." The uniformed man started "..Im Leutinont Grez. We need to get you to a safe location."
"Safe? What is going on Leutinont?" The President asked.
"Sir please, we can talk on the flight" Grez begged.
"Very well. Were are we going?"
The Leutinont looked relived.
"We are taking a transport Helicopter to Air Base 1." He started. "They have a bunker for all the chiefs of staff, its fitted with a TV studio for announcments, radio's in order to stay in contact with the military--"
"Your right" The President interupted "We will talk on the flight"

The President got up and hurried out of the room, the Leutinont and the armed Haz-Mat team followed right behind. The Leutinont still giving him information

The infection was reported by a flight coming in from the Masadonion Lands. It was schedualed to land it Morraci but had to make a emergancy landing becuse of a.." He checked his clipboard.."A fight onboard. Airport security responded when the plane landed, but when they got onboard..."
"What?" The President asked. Halting.
"...Everyone was dead. There was blood all over the cabin. The cockpit doors are reinforced and airtight, so the pilots were unaware of the situation once they landed..."
"Dear God" The President gasped.
"Moments later, one of the officers passed out, he was rushed to the Airport Medial Room, he was tied down becuse he started biting and clawing at the medical staff...The bitten ones started showing symptoms as well...One of the uneffected managed to call the Inner City Defense Force...The ICD was dispatched...The people in the airport panicked...Sir. The shit has hit the fan. Its airborn"
"Contact the Chief of Staff. Evacuate the Cabinet to Air Base 1. Dispatch Haz-Mat teams with level 1 suits. They will be armed."
"Yes sir."

HMS Gryphon (CVE-134)
Task Group 27.2
90 nautical miles NW of Mastedon Lands

Rear Admiral Lord Richard Benes (The Ninth Earl of Weston) walked through the hatch leading to the carrier's Flag Briefing Room. Lord Benes had not particularly pleased about having his trip home postponed in order to keep an eye on some wartorn hellhole he'd never heard of. He was even less pleased about his newly arrived visitors. Given the gravity of the situation the Government had dispatched a "delegation" to monitor the situation in Mastedon Lands. The delegation was headed by a career Foreign Service diplomat named Sir Isaac Freeman. In addition, he was joined by two doctors from the Office of Disease Control, two aides, and Mr. White, an obvious NDI field officer. Admiral Benes hated nothing more than pompous diplomats but spooks were close. He had no doubt that he was in for several miserable hours of meetings and lectures. Sighing he resigned himself to be seated as Sir Isaac began to drone on about "consensus building" and "multilaterlism" and Benes began wage a battle against both disgust and boredom. His mission had just gotten a lot more unpleasent.

Apparently the boat that Eduard landed on was used for fishing. Two middle aged fishermen had been sitting on the deck, with a beer in one hand and a rod in the other. Their cigarettes dropped from their mouths at the sight of Heir, who landed onto the boat with a parachute as if he had just materialized. They we’re comforted when they saw it was only Eduard Heir, the rich and powerful billionaire playboy and ruler of Unibot. In fact they didn’t seem to mind at all that Eduard had knocked over their drinks with his parachute which had been ejected by now and thrown into the sea. They just wanted autographs, money and lots of colorful chit-chat which Eduard exchanged for a free ride to Port Caudlow.

The Port was a notorious stop-off on the edge of Unibot’s marine jurisdiction. It was mainly a boozy hellhole for drunken sailors, organized crime and drug shipments. Eduard looked over the edge of the boat, mainly to see if someone was following them. It didn’t appear as if anyone was trailing the boat, and if they we’re, they we’re being very secretive about it, and trailing by a large distance, that was fine by Eduard. When the boat arrived at the harbor, Eduard said his goodbyes to the friendly fishermen, he gave them both a thousand eduards ($952.20 USD) , “that’s all I got on me!” which was a bold lie. He waved, and then stepped off the boat onto the dock. It had been a long time since Eduard had been in Port Caudlow, he eyed some of the prostitutes who walked by, it felt like an old pirate film, they had corsets on, and we’re bloody drunk…Heir found his way to the Bar de la Moitiè Mort (http://www.nswiki.net/index.php?title=Bar_de_la_Moitiè_Mort), a dingy English pub on the street corner. Eduard had had heard the name before and figured that it was a good place to lie low. Before walking in however he saw a homeless man standing by a fire, which gave him an idea, he called out to him, “hey bud. You want to give me your jacket…and I’ll give you mine?” the bum nodded and they switched coats. He knew the drill, Eduard handed him his imported gobbanium silk suit, and put on the ragged old sports jacket. Heir said thanks and then stepped into the pub. He was a new man, or just same the old house with the paint stripped off…

Defese News Network
Special Report
International Broadcast
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"This is Stacy Ceel, reporting live from DNN headquarters here in Tomaok. Recent reports have indicated a highy contagious virus had been spotted at the Tomaok International Airport.
The complex is being evacuated, while Riot Response, Anti-Terrorism Unit, and Haz-Mat teams are being deployed to control the situation.
In response to the outbreak, the President has ordered that all flights to and from Defese be canceled. All incoming flights are to re-route to the nearest international Airport outside of Defese airspace.
Marshal law has been declared, a curfew of 7:00 has been implemented. Any resident outside after this time will be arrested.
Anyone found looting will be shot on site.
We now take you live to Reporter Anderson, who is currently at a Police blockade near the Airport. Anderson?"
Scene changes from the studio to reporter Anderson, wearing the Defese News Reporter uniform. Behind him is a police blockade, with concrete barriers and police lights flashing. A police officer is standing beside Anderson
"Thank you Stacy," The reporter starts, "Im here with Police Officer Tony, who has agreed to answer all the questions he can."
The reporters attention goes from the camera to Tony, who looks only slightly annoyed from the media attention.
"Tony, whats the situation here?" The reporter asked.
"Well weve made this blockade to protect the shops past this intersection. There have been numerous reports of--Christ! Infected Persons!"
Camera moves to the left, where a large group of people are running towards the blockade. They are all bloodstained and have bloodshot eyes.
Gunshots are heard. People start screaming, and the camera is dropped.
The screen goes black, then a green background with the words "Technical Difficulties are detected. Please stand by..."

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Gunshots are heard. People start screaming, and the camera is dropped.
The screen goes black, then a green background with the words "Technical Difficulties are detected. Please stand by..."

Its Cloverfield 2!

The Paratroopers land and begin secured the area for there Humvees. There where dozens of people devouring each other in the surrounding area. The gas masked soldiers where disgusted by the vile act and began firing at the infected cannibals all around them. The other troopers began loading up into there Humvees and preparing to retake a fallen city from the Infected. The Commander enters his Humvee and receives a radio call saying that his group will not survive because of of there lack of heavy support, but also reminding them that there is a chance if they secure the Capital building. Isn't that where the rebels would hold up the most? he thought to himself.

The Government of Macgruber shuts down ports, airports and there borders to be sure the virus has no chance of spreading.

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The Cuborg military's first plan had failed. They had originally hoped to kill Heir and throw his men into confusion. That was when the Cuborg troops would have seized the infected area, decontaminate it, and be the true heroes of the war...

But shit happens, so Plan B would be implemented. Over the cold, dead corpses of the Cuborg military would that virus make it overseas...

It had been a week; Eduard had grown a scruffy dark beard and was nursing a bad throat while living off booze, beer nuts and cigarettes for the entirety of his stay at the Bar de la Moitiè Mort. Heir had learned from the television that the press thought he had died in the attack on his penthouse, the story the local fishermen no doubt sold to them had either not jived with the press or they had seemed too crazy to put on the air. Meanwhile, Eduard had contacted some old friends in the neighborhood to dig up some information on the Mastedon Lands, which turned out not to be a waste of time. Heir figured it was time to get in contact with someone and he knew just the man. Eduard used the payphone outside of the bar, putting a coin in the slot and typing the phone number for Macgruber Information. “Um..I’m trying to reach General Brent of the Macgruber Civil Defense” Eduard stated to the operator, she replied after a few seconds.. “Okay, please hold, I’ll connect you”. Eduard thanked the operator and waited on the line…then a standard military message machine took the call, “sorry, but *General Brent* is not here now, please leave a message after the beep”.

Eduard tried to wash the desperateness from his voice as he addressed the personless conversation. “Hi General, this is Eduard Heir, we haven’t meant, but I’ve heard of you. Listen I’m in Port Caudlow, Unibot. I realize the borders are down in Macgruber, but you’re a bright guy, I’m sure you’ll figure out how to get here under the radar. I’d like you to meet me on the east harbor, in Hollow’s Cove, it isn’t very popular but if you get the right sailor, one who will keep his mouth shut if you pay him enough, he probably knows the dock well from his days as a drug smuggler. I have information that I know you’ll want. See you this Wednesday night. Goodbye” Eduard hung up the phone as he counted the tenth second; it had been just enough time to get his message across, but not enough time for Macgruber’s intelligence to get a ping on him.

"...as a drug smuggler. I have information that I know you’ll want. See you this Wednesday night. Goodbye” The tape says as Brent listens in to it. "Sir, are you going?" one of Brent's advisers asks him. "Of course not!" Brent yells "Send a boat with a computer and hook up a live feed of me. The boat will be over there, and I'll be safe over here drinking my hot cocoa (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_chocolate)". Brent says as he waves off his adviser. "Did they track the location of the man?" Brent inquires. "No sir. He was not on long enough." The Soldier standing by the door answered

At a undisclosed Macgruber dock a fishing vessel departs for Port Caudlow, Unibot. 12 Special Ops Soldiers begin hooking up the wiring for Brent's Semi live appearance.

OOC: Was the Wiki on Hot Cocoa really necessary?

OOC: I don't know... did you learn anything?

It was Wednesday night, showtime. Eduard had left the bar at dawn, taking a cab to the backwaters dock. No one was there yet, so Heir paid the cabdriver and sat on a rock. By the end of a long smoke break a boat arrived in the harbor. The boat was obviously apart of the Macgruber military, Eduard walked down from the rocks to the boat. No one got out. “Anybody home?” Eduard screamed, no one replied, Heir pulled out a handgun and climbed up the ladder onto the boat’s deck; he made his way into the wheelhouse cabin. There was a satellite receiver, and a television screen…General Brent was starring at him through the screen with a blank expression, drinking hot cocoa.

Eduard figured he would start the conversation ...“No one told me you we’re a lazy son of a bitch; I would have come to you…listen, let’s cut to the chase. Last week I got bitten by a drunk bitch who apparently had contracted the “nero virus”, now according to all the media reports the virus is contagious, but I haven’t felt the effects of the virus…remember, it’s been a week, which is more than the two days that it is typically needed to totally infect someone. So that got me digging, and I found some real dirt”. Eduard flashed the screen some pictures of a coal plant,

“This is a coal plant in the Mastedon Lands, you see I figured if the virus isn’t contagious however it’s still spreading, the source of the airborne virus must still be active. This lead me to industrial pollution, and I think I found the source, tox reports show that these coal plants have been emitting a lot more than just your usual carbon emissions…try chemical reagents and lethal hydrocarbons…and who funds the coal plants in Mastedon? The government has been contaminating its own citizens! Why, you may ask…take a look at the government’s recent history…it just signed off a bill that gave health insurance companies the sole responsibly over the sick, hospitalization is totally privatized. Like fuck, do you know how much money an epidemic like this brings into the private sectors!? The government has been profiteering off this virus for months through bribes from insurance agencies… but now they’ve got to cover their asses because the toxins aren’t staying in their borders, even trying to claim their neighbors’ land around them wasn’t enough, the atmosphere is a pretty powerful thing I suppose. Why should you care? Because we're all going to be wiped out, this isn't just some environmental issue we can sweep under the rug, according to my calculations, drafts of this polluted air will hit Macgruber in four, maybe five days. No preparation or defence on your part can stop this thing from killing your people, no matter how many roads you close, you will be defenceless. Unless of course, you help me take down the source.”

North Defese international announcment:
President Tamthy
Standing behind a podium

"We are giving a ultimatum to the Masodanian Lands. If they cannot solve the Neo Virus within a week we will launch tactical nuclear missles into all infected cities. Then send in clean up crews to napalm and exterminate any living being still within the borders. This disease must not be allowed to spread. You have a week to respond."
The President steps down, ignoring the thundering reporters all asking the same questions

OOC: ignore North Defese he lost all his nuclear device (when they where all fired at a rioting nation) and is currently about to lose his country.

"I will pledge full support for your idea. What do we do first?" Brent asks. 12 Marines walk up from another level "Don't fire he is alone." The leader says before sending the others down stairs as he walks up to Eduard. "I was crammed on this shitty boat for a few days. So you better not be bullshitting us." The leader says sternly.

At Macgruber the high ranking commanders and leaders begin readying for a possible mass infection. They head down into the bunker 3 miles below ground with 3000 Special forces members. The airtight doors shut and they begin to plan.

OOC: Yeah, ND wasted all his 'nooks', and has a navel blockade around his country. Nothing in or out. Just ignore him.

OOC: The rioting nation was a joke, you take it seriously?
I just discovered how people here hve no homor. :/

Eduard shook the general’s hand. “Nice to meet you in person, General. You see, I pulled a couple favors and some of my well-sourced friends ratted on the secrets of the Mastedon Lands’ industrial practices. Seems the original chemical engineers we’re shot, but those who worked on the shipping of the chemicals, mostly low-wage blue collar men, are still around… I got to talk to one of them here in the port. Apparently there are 164 coal plants in Mastedon, and everyday 25 of these are active with the bioagent, meanwhile the others just work as normal coal plants…it seems to be randomly decided which plant is providing energy for the day, and which one is providing disease. So, my suggestion…hit all of the coal plants at once, and then capture the government’s head of state, we need to make sure this doesn’t happen again…a little intervention can go a long way. We’ll also need planes in the sky around the surrounding areas to deposit silver iodide into the atmosphere; the rain it makes will help slow the progression of the nero virus. Unibot can’t do this alone, nor can Macgruber. In fact, if you know any other nations that might want to help, we need them.”

"I will sent missiles at there coal plants, I just need the coordinators. Also a large invasion force is currently looking of the surviving leaders of the rebel group and the Governments leaders." Brent says.

"What your nation's current relationship with Cuborg?" Eduard blurted out.

"Its Fine. We have always been looking at them with suspicion." Brent replies.

Eduard passed the general a file containing a grainy surveillance picture that depicted "the Raven". Heir explained, "she's called the Raven, some sort of Cuborgian head-hunter, the Cuborg government has issued a contract killing on my head out of some missed guided heroism, they even blew up my penthouse. I need you to use some of your diplomatic ties with Cuborg, this target on the back of my head is preventing me from working. Besides, maybe you can persuade Cuborg's government to shift their heroism to a more respectable avenue...such as helping us take down the Mastedon Lands' shady government."

Brent looks at the photos. "Shes not your problem. The Cuborg government is and i don't believe they will listen to reason. We can deal with her and her masters later, But right now i need thoughts coordinates."

Eduard gave the general a file, "Thats the coordinates of the coal plants, all of them. I'm going now. I need a shave and a warm shower. Then I have to explain to everyone in Unibot why I'm not dead, and why we should all get into air planes and spray silver nitrate into the atmosphere. Goodbye." The Unibotian ambassador left the boat, and walked off into the distant.

OOC: No response to North Defese being infected or its ultimatum? :O

Brent walks downstairs into the boat where he radios into to Macgruber about bomb, also telling them to spray silver nitrate where the infection is suppose to hit. A large scale nuclear strike is prepared for the coastal area.

OOC: No response to North Defese being infected or its ultimatum? :O
^.^ We're ignoring you. You're no fun to play with. I'm taking my basketball home.

Im still waiting for troops in the Empire Expands thread to occupy my nation so I can begin the rebellion, and the Riot post was a joke which I understand being ignored, since I created it for no other purpose really, for that post I apoligize.

OOC: ND, people here like to play fairly seriously. They don't like it when you start posting bullshit, and that leads to some backlash. In this case, the backlash is that nobody will want to 'play' with you.

OOC: I am really sorry I haven't been able to get on for while.
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Max was walking towards his office thinking dang it, to much of the country is infected. I can't do anything about it. Pretty soon we'll all be nuked into the ocean. I should kill myself, what am I thinking.
All of the sudden Robert walked out of a doorway, his mouth had blood on it, he looked sick.
"Robert?" Max said.
Robert turned to Max with a blank stare in his eyes and started running towards him
he has nero[I] max thought.
As he was running Max ran into a room that had all the heating vents and what not. Robert tripped and literally fell into a heater, and the toxic chemicals inside it.
Max pulled out his pistol.
"Max" robert said as he lifted his head up.
"What happened?" Replied Max "Aren't you gonna eat me?"
"I had Nero"
"I think the chemicals in the heater cures them!"
'We need to get the news out!" Robert Said.
[I]Message to all nations, the Nero virus has apparently found a cure. A chemical normally toxic found in most of our house hold heaters anyone who can help gather up infected people and cure them.
-Robert

-bump-

"I can't believe this chemical actually cures people." Max said.
"Well at least we have started curing people." Robert replied.
"Soon we can go back to leading our new nation the way it should be."