NationStates Jolt Archive

Battlehawk Embassy, Daniel's Island

It was all too quiet, Ambassador Joe Johnson thought to herself. Not much was going on today. Until, that is, a comotion was heard downstairs in the Lobby.
"What is going on here?" Joe asked as she walked down the main stairs. One of the Marines was stood in the middle of the Hall with a Young Lady at his side.
"MY Office, NOW!"

OOC: Ok, from here the person playing the Marine explains to Joe, everyone else starts to get hints of the impending troubles.

OOC: Do you have a name for either of them, or should I name them?

OOC: Oh, shit yea, Marine-Ben Bashir, Girl, up to you

Rodger Lorinzy, the Chief Ambassoder to the island had been waiting all day for an audience with Johnson, and upon hearing the comotion, he twisted in his seat to see it's source. When Ambassador Johnson rose to usher in a soldier and some female and brought them to her attention before him, he was quite peeved. What ever trouble some soldier had roused up with the locals hardly seemed to be worthy of this scale of government to him. The workings of nations out side the Grand Duchy alway had the capacity to surprise him, though he was no new comer to foreign politics. He shifted in his seat and pulle dout his cell phone to check the time, he noticed a text message from the Ambassador Administration Sub Office; Foreign Affair Directive of the Grand Duchy outlining that some sort of political riot was going on out side of the Embassy, and that they weren't allowing any foreign nationals out. With a heavy sigh, he dropped his head back wards and looked up at the cieling. Trade relations had becomed strained lately as, despite the social progressiveness and governmental capacity Iantatia had, corruption was still rampant through out the political system, as such, black market trade and the devaluing of the crest currency had been straining the relations between the Island and the Grand Duchy. Grand Duke Lehn's main perrogative for Rodger was to maintain and assure that solid economic systems were in effect and that there was no reason for the Islan'd government to become skepticle of their relations. He could already tell he would be put on hold. It would be a long day.

ooc: Shit, I'm really bad at making up names. We can just call this a placeholder, and I'll replace it if you want.

Ben Bashir hurried Hannah Wright into the office. As the ambassador closed the door, Bashir immediately began talking.
"Sir, I can explain everything. I met her in a local restaurant and, well, things kind of went normally until her father, uh, walked in on us. He just grabbed my arm and screamed something about rape. Then my arm just shot up and knocked him out. I really didn't mean to, it was just instinct. So we ran, and I brought her back here."

The Deputy Ambassador walked over to Lorinzy, he knew the Ambassador would be pissed of, but it was clear that some trouble was about to start. He sat oppistae the Ambassador.
"Ambassador Lorinzy" He said polielty "Sorry for the delays, but we're having a bit of trouble, theres a small amount of trouble outside, we're dealing with it at the momemnt"

OOC: The Riot proper hasn't happened yet, you'll know when it does, large sirens going off ect

Ambassadors Office

"Bloody hell marine" Joe said "Do you know what this will do? If her father is claiming rape, we're in trouble"
Joe paced around to her desk
"Tell me more, what happened when he 'Walked in'" Joe asked

Bashir shook his head.
"He walked in and just went crazy. According to her, the man's a racist, so I guess that probably helped. He grabbed my arm and threw me against a wall. I just reacted. Sir, I know I screwed up, but it's nothing like what he said it was."

"Wait outside Marine" Joe ordered turning to Hannah "Can I have your side please?"

Lorinzy waved off the Deputy. "It's okay, this is modern diplomacy for modern beurocracies." He tried to give a weak smile, but he realy wasn't interested in the deputy or his excuses, though he did regret coming off so elitist. 'Iantatia is more thoughtful than the rudeness I displayed.' He thought, trying to remind himself that he wanted his nation to appear nole and generous and proper, and that he was it's direct representation. He contemplated over what a small disturbance might mean, and how it would effect the goings on of his current mission. He knew the Foreign Affair Directive often took steps to mitigate problems in it's allied and preferally allied nations, he could easily see their view in trying to bring a rational and sensible view point to the plight of the marine, especialy if the situation elevated. Considering that he might be required to become increasingly involved, he decided to pre emptively inform the Directive of the intial situation, stating he would inform them more thouroghly as the situation developed.

Hannah watched as Ben walked out, then turned back to Johnson.
"Sir, my 'side' sounds exactly the same as his, except for this. My father has always been a horrible man, and I hate him. He is going to come back, probably with several politicians in tow. He'll probably demand that I am 'returned.' I am not going back. I am sorry for what will happen to you and your nation, and especially sorry for what could happen to Ben, but I am not going back. I am officially requesting asylum."

Deputy Ambassador Martin Ritter was sitting on a bench in the hall when the young marine came in with a young woman in tow. A look at their faces told him it was trouble. After a moment, he turned his attention back to the book in his lap. In any case, it was no affair of his. He was here to help open formal diplomatic relations with the local government, had booked a flight in last night, and had just arrived early for his appointment with one Ambassador Johnson. At his side sat a young man named Michale Harrison with dark hair and a briefcase, a political science major acting as an intern, and a young woman named Elizabeth North who was his personal secretary. Dressed in plain cloths and leaning nonchalantly against a wall twenty feet away was a member of the Federal Security Agency who's name was Bruce something or other, and who completed his diplomatic party.

Bruce Larrent of the Federal Security caught site of the young couple running up the steps even before they barged in through the door. He casually straitened up, glancing in a mildly interested way in the direction of the commotion. No point drawing attention to himself over a couple of distraught lovers.

(OOC: I'm RPing as a diplomatic team sent to begin negotiations on establishing relations between our countries. Since I've hardly done any MT RPing with this nation, an introductory visit seemed appropriate. I hope that is acceptable. Also, do you allow foreign dignitaries to bring armed security when visiting your embassy?)

Ambassador Office

Joe sighed "Very well, how far do you think your father may go?" Joe asked offering Hannah a seat.

Main Hall

One of the Amassadorial aides walked over to Martin Ritter
"Sorry to keep you waitng, but as you might of guessed one of marine has gotten into a bit of trouble" The Aide said apologetically

Hannah stared off into the distance.
"That man will go as far as is possible. If he could get Daniels Island to declare war on you, I think he actually would. He is the worst sort of racist there is, and Ben is exactly the type of person that sets him off."

THe request for asylum caught Rodger's attention. Grand Duke Lehn had a welcome policy for foreign nationals and expatriots and other political misfits, his addresses have always expressed the wealth of information, creativity, and the opportunity for knowledge that comes with open borders and encouragement to what he calls the politically creative. Clearly this would be a situation he would try to put his foot into. Maybe a peaceful resolution of this marine's love affair would ease tension with the Island nation and the Grand Duchy. He sat forward, in doing so, he noticed the entrance of the new group that had entered the Ambassador's office. They didn't look to be any representatives he knew, so it must be a nation Iantatia did not deal much with, if at all. The presense of an armed gaurd and a secretary suggested to him that they must be new to the socio-political stage. He wondered what their business here was, and if an opportunity for forging a new relationship may present it's self.

Martin put closed his book as the aid approached.

"Its no problem, I made sure I got here early anyways. I'm happy to wait for the ambassador, but if you don't mind my asking, if its a long wait, is their anywhere I can grab a bite to eat here?"

Ambassadors Office

"Alright, consider yourself under our protection" Joe said "But I must ask, how old are you?"

Lobby

"Sure" The Aide smiled "Our Canteen is just this way, actually has good food, Our ambassador pulled a few strings back home"

Ambassador James Ackup leaned back in his chair. It had been a long day with all the paperwork he had been going through. Not to mention the fact that the noise from the riot across town was causing him to loose his concentration. Compounding it all was the fact that he was not allowed to leave for his private residence untill the situation across town had cleared up. At this time one of his guards wearing a suit so as not to alert local residents came in and said "sir the situation across town has not cleared up and doesn't seem to be anytime soon do you think we should evacuate?"
"No not yet, let's see how the situation develops most of these things die down pretty quickly. I just hope it ends soon enough for me to get home" The ambassador responded. The ambassador was about to reach the age of 48 and had been in the foreign and commonwealth office for almost 16 years. "I've been through a few of these situations before." the ambassador continued "We don't need to worry I think this won't affect us at all..."

ooc:Is the city locked down because of the riot?

Hannah smiled.
"Thank you. I'm 19. Why?"

THe request for asylum caught Rodger's attention. Grand Duke Lehn had a welcome policy for foreign nationals and expatriots and other political misfits, his addresses have always expressed the wealth of information, creativity, and the opportunity for knowledge that comes with open borders and encouragement to what he calls the politically creative. Clearly this would be a situation he would try to put his foot into. Maybe a peaceful resolution of this marine's love affair would ease tension with the Island nation and the Grand Duchy. He sat forward, in doing so, he noticed the entrance of the new group that had entered the Ambassador's office. They didn't look to be any representatives he knew, so it must be a nation Iantatia did not deal much with, if at all. The presense of an armed gaurd and a secretary suggested to him that they must be new to the socio-political stage. He wondered what their business here was, and if an opportunity for forging a new relationship may present it's self.

Martin noticed the man in the office watching him, an individual who he understood to be an ambassador from a country called Iantatia. The name was not instantly familiar, but perhaps this might be a chance to politely introduce himself. He turned to the aid again.

"Actually if you don't mind, I think I'll go greet my fellow Ambassador." So saying he crossed the room and approached the Ambassador, holding out a hand in greeting.

"Greetings, sir. I am Deputy Ambassador Martin Ritter from The Romulan Republic. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

(OOC: and I'm not new to this. Even before I created The Romulan Republic, I always brought a full delegation to any meeting. Just my style of running things. If this were on my soil or between high level officials, I'd probably have a small company of security involved.:))

Ambassador Office

"Your under Battlehawk law, had to make sure I didn't have to order Sergeant Bashirs arrest" Joe said, finally smiling

Hannah's expression grew very somber
"I am really sorry for what this is going to cause you."

Ambassador Office

"Just keep your head down" We'll be fine" Joe promised her "We'll get you and Sergeant Bashir back to the BAttlehawk as soon as we can, you'll be safe there"

Hannah smiled again
"Thank you. Can I go see Ben now?"

Rodger was surprised that the representative approached him so boldly. He gave him a warm smile, but remained seated. "I'm Rodger Lorinzy, Chief Ambassoder to the Battlehawk, by order of the Grand Duchy of Iantatia, Land of Crow and Crest. You may call me Rodger, and formalities aside, it is nice to meet you." He beckoned to the goings on between the girl and the ambassader. "How up to speed on this situation are you, I feel I may be about to involve myself."

Ambassador Office

"Of course" Joe smiled "THis is a PG-13 Embassy, keep it that way"

Rodger was surprised that the representative approached him so boldly. He gave him a warm smile, but remained seated. "I'm Rodger Lorinzy, Chief Ambassoder to the Battlehawk, by order of the Grand Duchy of Iantatia, Land of Crow and Crest. You may call me Rodger, and formalities aside, it is nice to meet you." He beckoned to the goings on between the girl and the ambassader. "How up to speed on this situation are you, I feel I may be about to involve myself."

"I'm simply here for a diplomatic meeting which has unfortunately been postponed. So I thought I would take the opportunity to introduce myself. Purely in an informal capacity of course, as to do otherwise would excede my mandate for this visit.

As far as the situation is concerned, I'll wait and see how matters progress. If it escallates to the point where it may affect my delegation, for example, it will of course be my duty to inform my government. But from what I can see now, it looks like a couple of young lovers got themselves in an awkward situation, nothing more."

The ambassador sat back in his chair and pulled a cigar out of his pocket. "So what is going on over there anyway?" he said. "Well sir" responded the guard "The news says that some guy of a hated race was caught sleeping with someone's daughter. They fled to the embassy for cover and now a mob is gathering outside. They don't seem to be disbanding."

after taking a few puffs of his cigar leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds "Racial eh. Well we could be here longer than I thought. Call my family and tell them the news and have some one pull out the cots" said the ambassador." "I still don't think we need to worry about us getting involved though..."

Hannah laughed
"Of course, Mr. Ambassador," she said, standing and walking out the door to Ben.
"Well?" asked Ben. "When's my court-marshal?"
"I've been granted asylum and we're supposed to be shipped back to your country as soon as possible," said Hannah with a smile.
Ben glanced at a couple of diplomats watching them intently and turned away.
"I guess we should find you someplace to stay for now," he said, and they walked off down a hall together.

Agent Larrent had moved a little closer to the door, where he could catch some snippets of the conversation inside. He glanced up as he saw several figures congregating outside of the building. His experiences as a soldier were warning him that this was trouble. He moved closer to the door, shifting his position to get a better view of the outside. A significant crowd appeared to be gathering now, and they were clearly angry. He reached into his coat and pulled out his watch, removing the safety on is hand gun and loosening it in its holster as he did so. Then he strode over to where Ambassador Ritter was talking to one of his collegues.

"Sir, their's a crowd gathering outside. I can't say I like the looks of this."

Ambasador Office

"Lieutenant Rothwell!" Joe shouted down the radio system to her Marine detachment CO. Minutes ran into her Office
"Yes?" He asked
"Keep an Eye on Bashir and our guest" She ordered.

Indeed, a crowd had gathered outside of the embassy walls. At their head, a man from the Blackhelm Confederacy, a miserable man by any standards, stood with a bullhorn on top of a soap box.

"These people come here and ruin the purity of your children, this can not be allowed to continue!"

He continued yelling into the bullhorn, gradually getting more and more vulgar. Another man in the crowd, oddly enough another Confederate ex-pat, picked up a brick from a nearby construction site, and lobbed it over the wall to the embassy. Soon, dozens of other people were rushing the construction site, stealing more bricks and pieces of steel, and they too began throwing things. The riot had gotten out of hand incredibly quickly.

"Show these pigs that we won't tolerate them invading our daughters! They will never leave here! Get them! Kill the slime!"

One of the Marines on duty narrowly avoided a incoming brick and ran over to the wall and pressed the alarm. Klaxons ripped the air and the Marines were soon both outside the Embassys door, in a sand bagged defensve postion and on the roof as well as around the perimiter.

"Sir our latest reports have the crowd forming up to the embassy gates" said the guard. "Well now here is the turning point." responded Jame Ackup. "If the crowd doesn't get what they want now then the hole city could be a mess." he thought for a moment then said "Get me their embassy on the line and find out what is going on. We need to be updated. Post two guards and the entrance and close the gate. He turned his chair to face out the window and watched as a crimson son set on the island. "A bad omen he thought to himself".

Meanwhile the guard dispensed his orders then picked up a phone and started dialing.

Martin and Larrant both spun around as the first brick smashed through the window along with a volley of angry shouts. Larrant turned, grabbed the Deputy by his jacket, and pulled him out of the room and down to the ground, shoving him towards the back of the building. His other hand dropped to the butt of his semi-automatic.

"Get back sir, into the next hallway. You two as well." He glanced over at the intern and the secretary. Then he turned to Ambassador Johnson.

"Please escort my party out of the building imediately, if you wish to avoid a diplomatic incident. I should warn you that I am armed and authorized to use deadly force if nessissary to protect the delegate." He crawled back towards the hall, keeping the rest of the party behind him. His eyes swept the crowd outside the shattered windows as more debris came flying in. In one swift motion he drew his gun.

Martin turned to shout to the man with whom he had just been conversing.

"Hey, you coming with us?"

"We want the criminal that dared to soil one of this nation's women! Your impure seed will not be tolerated!"

The crowd was beginning to rush the walls of the embassy, and men with ladders were making their way through the crowd. The brick throwing was not stopping either, and bricks, stones, pieces of wood, and iron bars were all finding their way into the embassy courtyard.

Inside

"don't be stupid, how the hell do you expect to get out of our grounds with that mob outside?" Joe asked.

Outside

The Marines tesned as more debris was thrown over the fence
"Christ!" Rothwell commented as he stood on the roof with the Embassy's snipers, getting on the radio "Rothwell to Johnson, we've got guys coing this way with ladders, but no one seems to have firearms yet"
"Alright, hold fire, I'll be out soon"

Ben and Hannah heard the shouting and the smashing windows, and it was all Ben could do to make an appearance to the crowd with a submachine gun.
"How many of these people are there in your nation?" Ben asked
"Too many," replied Hannah.

Inside

"don't be stupid, how the hell do you expect to get out of our grounds with that mob outside?" Joe asked.

"For God's sake Agent, put your gun away." Martin turned to Ambassador Johnson, as Agent Larrant kept trying to push him into the next hall.

"I must apologise for my security officer. He is rather overzellous in his duties. Is their somewhere we can stay, away from the windows, while I try to contact my government?"

"The Tactical Control Room, in the basement is the safest place, this marine will escort you" Joe said "Now I'll check up on you later, I need to go nad find out what the hell this lot want"

OOC: Note, the Rioters will get firearms and the situation will become a seige with Battlehawk back-up on the way, but a long way away, ect

"The Tactical Control Room, in the basement is the safest place, this marine will escort you" Joe said "Now I'll check up on you later, I need to go nad find out what the hell this lot want"

OOC: Note, the Rioters will get firearms and the situation will become a seige with Battlehawk back-up on the way, but a long way away, ect

Agent Larrant nodded.

"Thank you mam. Now, lets get out of here."

As they hurried downt he steps towards the Control Room, Martin made three attempts to contact the Foreign Ministry. The first two recieved only static, but on the third he managed to get a faint and badly garbled voice on the other end. He stopped just above the control room, hoping he wouldn't lose the signal.

"Yes, this is Deputy Ambassador Ritter... that's right, Ritter. Can you please put me through to Secretary Val. Yes, the Secretary. Secretary Val. I don't care if he's busy, tell him its urgent. I said its urgent."


Minister Alan Val sat at his desk in the main offices of the Department of Foreign Affairs, reading through a long list of memos and reports. He took another sip of water, trying to ignore the headache and his stinging eyes after two days without sleep. He stretched for a moment, then forced himself to turn back to the papers. He was relieved when the phone rang.

The secretary was transfering a call from Deputy Ambassador Ritter. He liked Ritter, a sharp young man who had been his aid for a short time before being promoted to his current rank when Val got the appointment as Secretary of Foreign Affairs. He looked forward to hearing from Ritter on his latest assignment, though the urgency of the call was concerning. However, his smile soon faded altogether.

"Yes, this is Alan. That you Ritter? Good to here from you. Now, what's so urgent? What's that? How the hell did that happen? A girl? Ah, shit. Are you safe? For now? Good. Listen I'm losing the signal, but I'll get in touch with... I said I'll get in touch with the President and try to get you at transport. Yes, good luck. Try to stay out of the way." The signal went dead.

Val slowly put down the phone, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Then he pulled out his remote, flicked on The Republican News Network, and picked up the phone again. As he dialed the number, he caught a bried sound bite about some scuffle in the streets outside an embassy. Hopefully it was no more than that. The phone rang.

"Yes? Hello Ms. Cortez. This is Alan Val. Put me through to the President. He's in a meeting? Ok, as soon as he's out, tell I called, and that its urgent." With another sigh he put down the phone. It was going to be a long night.

Rothwell watched from the Roof. More and more debris rained down on the courtyard of the Embassy. Marines evaded left and right as the debris got closer and closer. Rothwell groaned as the ladders got closer.

The guard sat and waited at the phone wondering what was going on across the city.

Simon yelled obscenities at the Blackhawk Marines as he lit the rag on a Molotov cocktail. As he cocked his arm he shouted out, "F*CK YOU YOU MOTHERF*CKING RAPIST PIGS!!!!" Then the Molotov was sailing over the crowd and into the embassy grounds.

Martin leaned back against the wall of the command room. It didn't look like they'd be leaving any time in the next few hours, so he figured he might as well settle down. He pulled out his book, found his last page, and began to read.

ooc: please let the molotov explode please let it explode in a huge ball of flames visable for one squre mile.

The Confederate man in the front of the crowd grinned as the molotov cocktail exploded in the embassy's grounds.

"That is what we need! We need more men like that to show these people what the fires of hell will feel like! Show these dogs that no foreign hand will ever ruin our families again!"

As he spoke, the ladders hit the walls, and men began to climb up. Others were making their way up the gate, and still others had overturned a car so that it stood on its side next to one of the walls, and were beginning to scale from that side as well.

The 2 Chamberlain guards rushed out of the embassy. Obviously, the situation was getting out of hand. Roberto and Afpog took up behind a few sandbags and waited. "Let's just wait until someone gets guns..." Afpog thought to himself.

The Marines fired their waepons into the air, in the hope of scaring off the Climbers, the rest got out their batons and went to subdue anyone who got over the wall

Simon was one of the first over the wall. The gunfire didn't scare him, nor did the soldiers with their batons. As soon as he got over the wall, he launched himself at the first soldier he could reach.

Simon was not alone. Dozens of others surged over the wall, many carrying two by fours, crowbars, and baseball bats, swinging them wildly at the guards in the embassy. Molotov cocktails were also being handed out by the crate load from a pick up truck, driven by the same Confederate man who threw the first brick.

Shit was gunna go down.

The Anger of the first over the wall was quickly out matched by the training of the Marines. Their wild strikes went wide allowing the marines to subdue them. Never the less, one of the marines took a blow to the face, several others sported cuts and bruises. From the Roof, the snipers had been given tranqualiser darts that had been stored downstairs and they began to Tranq anyone not a Battlehawk Marine. It was still only a matter of time before a live round was fired by a marine.

"Get out your tranqs, Af!" the 2 guards opened fire with their tranquilizers.

"Their shooting at us!" yelled one of the rioters about to go over the wall.

"You hear that men? Well, shoot back!" was the response from the leader.

In seconds, the guns started coming out.

"Switch out of the tranqs! They're pulling out the guns!"

Roberto and Afpog pulled our their assault rifles and opened fire on the crowd.

"Firearms, Firearms!" A Sniper from the roof called
"Oh shit" Rothwell muttered attaching himself to a hook on the roof and fast ropeing down to ground. Around him the Marines got their M4's ready. The rioters had been pushed back, the ladders pushed away. The Embassy was secure, but about to be fired upon.

Larrant heard a distant burst of automatic gunfire. This wasn't good. They had been sent down here, and Ritter had been given clear orders to stay out of the way. Besides, if the local officials were being entirely forthright, their was no way out in any case. If. However, either the guards had gone too far and turned this into a political nightmare, or the crowd had broken out the guns first, in which case they were likely going to storm the embassy. If this was racially motivated, a foreign dignitary might be nothing but another foreigner to lynch. Or they might be wanting hostages. Which could be even worse. He turned to the Deputy Ambassador.

"With all due respect, Sir, I think it may be time to leave."

Martin got up and walked over to him.

"And where do we go? This whole place is locked down. Want to try shooting your way through that mob? Secretary Val will have notified the President by now. If local forces can't handle it, they'll send someone to get us out."

"And what if they can't, sir? What if the mob breaks through before then?" He pointed to the intern and the secretary and said quietly: "what about them? Your aid's a college student, not a soldier. He's not even an ambassador. You're going to stay here and let them get killed? At least let me go and find out what's going on."

The Deputy shook his head.

"Our orders were to stay out of their way. We're staying right here, and trying not to make this any more of an embarrasment for the Republic than it has to be."

The ambassador turned around right as the head guard entered the room. "Sir" opened the guard "We werent able to-" before he could finish an explosion sounded out and out the window both men saw a fireball rise in the distance. "What the hell was that?!" said Ambassador Ackup. The two men stared out the window and before long they heard the crackle of gunfire in the distance.

"I can see the situation has gotten out of control." said the ambassador as he picked up his phone. He dialed in some numbers and before long he said "Yes this is James Ackup from the UD embassy. Is the president of the Blackhelm President/leader there?"

The Battlehawk Marines stood ready, waiting for the first shots to ring out from the crowd. The Blackhawk stationed at the Embassy was currently under repairs and was being rushed back into service to assist, but was some hours away. A group of Marines were inbound from RBS Hawker, an Amphibious assault ship, but they were at least a day away.

OOC: BH can you post the damage to the crowd, because my two guards already opened fire with their rifles.

Bump

OOC: I'm not RPing the crowd, we'll have to wait till the person who is posts

OOC: Ok. Whoever is rping the crowd please post damage from my automatic fire.

(OOC: bumped because I'm bored).

Several rioters went down from the gunfire, but that only served to fan on the outrage in the crowd. More molotov cocktails were thrown, more ladders were hitting the wall, and more gunshots rang out.

In another part of the city, a bulldozer was being hijacked.

All Marines, you are authorised to fire, repeat, Authorised to fire The Radio annonouced. As anyone with a gun was seen, shots would run out.

A Few Blocks away, a pair of battlehawk civvilians found themselves caught by the mob

Molotov cocktails rained down on the two mercenary guards. They mutually agreed to get the hell out of there.

The two soldiers ran back into the embassy and set up their rifles on the roof with bipods.

The poor Battlehawk couple was soon the outlet of mob violence as they grabbed the two innocent people and began unmercifully beating them.

In the mean time, shots were ringing out between the mob and the men in the embassy, and many rioters were going to the floor, bleeding heavily.

(OOC: what country is this set in again?)

OOC: Daniel's Island

President Victor Hernandez shut the doors to his private offices, sealing out a cluster of journalists, political interns, and legislators behind thick, reinforced oak and four top officers of Federal Security. Walking over to his desk in the next room, he sat down, dialling his secretary.

"Give me the call from Alan." He had learned that if the Secretary demanded to see him on urgent business, it was best not to wait.

"Hello, Alan. Yes, its me. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" His face grew steadily more solemn as he listened to his advisor. A minute later he was paging through the folder Alan had forwarded to his office, describing the general political situation of Daniel's Island, and the scant media reports on the situation thus far. A minute later he had picked up the phone again, this time to speak to Retired Admiral Christina Winters, the Secretary of Defense.

"Christina? Yes, this is Victor. I presume Alan has informed you of the situation in Daniel's Island? I want to know how quickly you can get a pair of marine helicopters with commando teams ready to go and get our people out." He smiled as he heard the reply:

"Mr President, I have already selected a team. They can be ready to head out in half an hour, and will arrive in local waters in less than three days by destroyer. Should I enact preparations for a general evacuation of our nationals?"

"No, not yet. We don't want to exacerbate the situation by overreacting. However, we will be issuing a travel advisory tomorrow in conjunction with my public statement, and I recomend that you draw up plans for a general airlift if it is deemed unfortuantely nessissary by worsening circumstances."

Victor sighed as he put down the phone. Now for the difficult part. He needed to get his people out, but barring a state of war with Daniel's Island, he needed their government's permission to go in and get them. It would be made much harder, he feared, by the lack of established diplomatic relations. He wondered if he would even be able to make the call, or if it would be ignorred or mired in red tape. But he had to try it first. After a long pause, he picked up the phone again.

"Yes, I'd like to make a call to the government of Daniel's Island. Tell them its from the President of the Romulan Republic."

OOC: Yippie hostages!

Over the PA system the Ambassador announceed
Unruley mob, cease your assault on Battlehawk Soil or we shall respond with futher deadly force, repeat cease your attack immediadaytl

The order was ignored, and now the bulldozer was making its way to the wal. In seconds, the gate was knocked over by the massive machine, and it continued on its way towards the front of the embassy.

Behind it, hundreds swarmed into the compound as the Confederate man on the bull horn cheered and incited the mob to further acts. Another van had pulled up and was handing out equipment. Bats, crowbars, axes, handguns, assault rifles, weapons of all sorts were being dispensed from the vans, as more and more molotov cocktails feel around the compound.

The plan now was to take over the structure, and use the staff inside as a means of leverage, hoping to force the withdrawal of all foreign companies from the nation.

As this Happened the Marines opened fire, fully automatic, the ones of the roof covering as the marines pulled inside the Building. The Building was locked down and steel reinforcements covered doors and window, all marines moved to the roof, this was not a seige.

The two Guardsmen opened fire on the huge force moving towards the embassy. They continued a steady stream of automatic fire, and tossed a few grenades at the bulldozer's interior and tracks. But the crowd continued to advance...

The 23-man force assembled in the briefing room aboard the destroyer RRS Lightning sat up straighter as Major Wright entered from the left. After a few moments the short, dark haired commander gestured, and the screen lit up with a cluster of maps, pictures, and diagrams. The major straightened his uniform slightly, then turned to address the group.

"Good eavening ladies and gentelmen. As you should now be aware from the information in your folders, which I will remind you again currently carries a level three classification, a Battlehawk embassy in Daniel's Island has come under siege from a mob, while four of our citizens were engaged in a diplomatic visit, including a high-ranking diplomat, his intern and secretary, and an officer of Federal Security. Their status is currently unknown, as we are having dificulty maintaining open communications. However, latest reports showed that the crowd had broken out molotov cocktails and automatic weapons. Their is a risk of either a massacre or a hostage situation, or both, resulting from this situation. While it appears that for now the building's formidable security is holding the line, the President has resolved to send a mission to evacuate our diplomatic team. Given that their is the possibility that an extraction unit will come under fire, we will be going in fully armed for heavy combat. However, and I cannot stress this strongly enough, we are to excercise as much restraint as possible. We are not to use lethal force unless some one attempts to use it on us or any of our citizens. We are trying to establish peaceful relations with foreign nations, not start wars, etc, etc.

Of course, all this is pending permission to go in from the local government, and the government of Battlehawk as well. However, I have been instructed to inform you all of this planned opperation, and brief you in advance. Now, I suggest you go get some sleep. We will move out immediately upon recieving clearence to depart. That is all. Dismissed!"

(OOC: Battlehawk, presume that my President has sent a communication to yours requesting permission to enter the embassy to recover his people).

Offical Transmission
FROM: Battlehawk Embassy
TO: Romulan Republic Forces

You are cleared to attempt to extract your personnel, however be advised, tango's are heavily armed and the Embassy is in lock down, the only place you can land will be the roof, assumeing your coming in by heli

End Message

Offical Transmission
FROM: Battlehawk Embassy
TO: Romulan Republic Forces

You are cleared to attempt to extract your personnel, however be advised, tango's are heavily armed and the Embassy is in lock down, the only place you can land will be the roof, assumeing your coming in by heli

End Message

(OOC: Thanks. I'm still waiting on Daniel's Island for permission to send in troops, so I won't be posting an IC reply immediately).

OOC: Don't count on it, I thin letting DI be the host country was a mistake, as he hasn't posted...at all

(OOC: In that case, I'll just send my troops in, and risk a diplomatic incident.;))

OOC: Great!

OOC: Could we just have it in my country? It will be easier for all that way

OOC: Yea, does make sense in a way, ok, so it's in Blackhelm, looking foward to your post

ill offer ground and space support i also have a end all class battle ship i can stand war

From the office of Chancellor Lucius Blackhelm

Feel free to mobilize your forces to rescue your personnel. The PCPD and elements of the military are preparing to clear out the situation.

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The Senate, however, was taking its time in organizing a rescue of the embassy. They did not like foreigners in their lands either, and really didn't mind if a few died. Many thought that perhaps, it would keep others from returning.

ill offer ground and space support i also have a end all class battle ship i can stand war

OOC:This is modern time, first of all, and this is not a war, this is a skirmish/siege at an embassy. That was a pointless and irrelevant post.

The RSS Lightning steamed towards the Blackhelm Confederacy at top speed. They would take two days to arrive, but given the volatility of the area and the situation, the vessel was at a yellow alert status. Most of the marines were off-duty, enjoying a break and watching the news off the television in the Rec room, where a travel advisory was being played.

"Due to a new outbreak of violence in the Blackhelm Confederacy directed against foreign nationals, the government updated its travel advisory for the region this morning, advising all citizens of The Romulan Republic who are in the Blackhelm Confederacy to return home, and if in need of assisstance to contact the government by calling 1-555-367-8214 or emailing the Department of Foreign Affairs through their website at www.DepartmentofForeignAffairs/advisory/Blackhelm.com. The advisory also urged citizens with travel plans to the region to consider canceling or postponing them until the current situation is resolved. The rioting, centered around a Battlehawk Embassy, appears to have been started over the alledged rape of a local woman by a Battlehawk marine, but their are concerns that the violence could extend to the targetting of all foreign nationals within the Blackhelm Confederacy. President Hernandez will make a public statement on the situation at 6:00 this evening, where it is expected that he will urge swift but restrained action from the government in surpressing the violence and protecting both its own citizens, and foreign nationals."

(OOC: The Lighting is a destroyer armed mostly with anti-air craft guns and conventional ship to ship missiles. It can carry a couple of medium-sized helicopters, which is why its being used for this mission. It will not enter Blackhelm waters unless nessissary, but will be used simply as a means of transporting helicopters over long distances in a situation where deploying an aircraft carrier would be excessive. Also, despite appearing as a link, I assure you the government website adress the news report gave does not exist. The computer simply appears to read it as a valid link.;)

Finally, how far are you going to allow this situation to escallate? I'm thinking that if my helicopters go in under heavy fire, this could turn into a Black Hawk Down type situation, which would potentially mean a larger-scale intervention on my part).

Generalissimo Darius Tamga started to send out orders from his room. There were two guardsmen in that embassy that was being attacked, and he needed to extract them. He mobilized a carrier task force to rescue and provide support if necessary. He also got on the air and made an announcement to the people of Torturous Chamber.

"It has come to the government's attention that there are 2 Chamberlain mercenaries that are in the Blackhawk embassy in the Blackhelm confederacy. This is a serious situation, and we are dispatching a naval task force that will attempt a rescue. As you may know, an alleged rape is the cause of this siege, and the embassy situation is getting out of hand. I will be addressing the people if the situation progresses any further."

Task Force C-38 sailed out of Port Royale. It consisted of

Aircraft carrier TCS Yeman, with 6 fighter and 6 attack squadrons, along with 4 helicopters that contained a platoon of I Company, 442nd Battalion, Republican Guards.

2 Valiant-class cruisers

5 Richardson-class destroyers

OOC: If you go down in the slums, a few miles from the embassy district, the government will likely opt against going in to help you. The extent is entirely up to you.

(OOC: Again, bump)

The Battlehawk Marines on the roof continued to fire their M4's at any member of the mob who was armed with a firearm of some sort.

The mob was finally showing signs of trouble, as they had taken massive casualties by this point, but many were still firing back at the marines.

By now, the Confederate military was forming up to move in and save the embassy.

A Marine was killed as a shot hit him right in the face. The Other marines avenged him by shooting at a large group of the Mob.

Out at sea

A BAttlehawk Amphibious Assault ship, and her escorts sat, just in international waters
"Blackhelm Command, Battlehawk Squadron Tango Foxtrot, On station to secure Embassy, grant us permission please."

"Permission granted. Move freely" was the simple response from High Command.

Meanwhile, the army was surrounding the mob.

From the Amphib assault ship, four RAH-66 Commanche helicoptors took off, protecting a squadron of 8 UH-60 Blackhawk Helicomptors, each with Ten Marines aboard. They Squadron began to fly towards the Embassy.

The Lightning was now only a few hours from the launch point, racing towards Blackhelm Confederacy territory. The two helicopters would soon be fueled and ready to launch, each carrying a small squad of armored marines carrying tear gas grenades, batons, and assault rifles in case things got really ugly. Captian Rico sat in his quarters, looking over mission briefings and maps again. When he received the signal that they had entered Blackhelm waters, he strode onto the bridge, where he ordered the alert level raised and a call put through to any Blackhelm forces in the vicinity, requesting safe passage and an update on the situation. Their orders were to wait and confirm that the violence persisted and that their actions would not interfere with the local military response before going in.

(OOC: is this thread finished?)

OOC: Will be soon.

IC:

Confederate forces began moving in to break up the crowd, dressed all in full riot gear swinging their batons wildly smashing many members of the crowd. The leader vanished in the chaos, but now there was a mini rebellion going on. Several of the rioters were now turning there guns on the soldiers, and at least one soldier was reported killed only minutes into the suppresion.

In the embassy, the rioters made one last desperate move. The bulldozer used to knock down the gate was commandeered once more, and its driver began to barrel towards the front of the embassy. The plan now was to break in, and possibly turn this into an international hostage situation.

(OOC: shall I presume that my troops got the go ahead to move in? If so, I can wrap this up in one or two posts.

Though, this thread has given me an idea for a new rp involving a Black Hawk down type situation with some of my troops. If you're interested, I can telegram you details later).

OOC: Move in the men. And I'm interested, that's my favorite movie.

The helicopters raced towards the shores of the Blackhelm Confederacy. In addition to the pilot and copilot, each helicopter contained five marines and a gunner. Captain Garrison sat in her seat, shouting to her men over the roar of the propellors and the howling of the wind.

"Alright boys and girls, we're going in to combat zone, so expect fire from the ground and possibly surrounding buildings. Keep your heads down and you guard up, but don't get jumpy. Use lethal force only when fired upon. We are here for a rescue, not to turn this into an embarrasment for the Republic.

Now, I know none of you are happy to be here. This place is hell, and this situation could get really ugly. But our people are counting on us, and I know you'll all do your duty. Moreover, I know you're the best damn platoon in the entire Marine Corps!" The men and women responded with shouts and chears, then turned to giving their weapons a final check. The helicopters spead over the beaches and the buildings below, racing towards the embassy. The gunners manned their weapons, searching for any sign of fire from below. Inside, the men removed the safeties on their weapons, despite the official repremands they would recieve for this action. They made sure their equipment was ready, their helmets and body armor fastened. In the distance, the sounds of sporadic gunfire could be heard. They were heading in.

Fifty miles away, the destroyer Falcon raced to join its sister ship the Lightning, standing by to provide support if nessissary.

"Their coming at us again!" A Marine called as teh Bulldozer came towards them again.
"Get down to the expected breach point, take up cover postions!" Rothwell ordered as the marines made their way downstairs.

Battlehawk Support Squadron

Not far away from the Embassy, the Battlehawk Squadron approached. The Commanche's increased speed and moved ahead of the Blackhawks. They came at the Embassy from behind and increased hight until they we're hovering above the Embassy building, with good line of sights on the mob. A Warning shot, in the form of a Hydra rocket, was fired into the outer wall of the embassy, sending debris all over the place. The Blackhawks were also approaching"

"Sir, we've got RR birds heading this way!" The CO-Pilot in the Lead Blckahawk commented.
"Let them get their people first, repeat, get their people out before we get ours out!" The Pilot ordered as they approached.

OOC: I'd also be interested in a Blackhawk down style thing, if you'd let me?

(OOC: Sure. I was originally going to do it as part of this thread, but since it seems to be dying, I thought I'd do it in my own thread, maybe as a sequel to this thread if thats ok, or as a completely sepperate incident. Basically, a group of my men going into some third world hell hole to rescue some hostages or capture a terrorist or whatever. These troops then get ambushed and pinned down. I'd need someone to RP the host country (I'm waiting to see if Blackhelm is interested in taking that role), and others could play individual soldiers in my military, or militants, or local civillians caught in the crossfire, or foreign polititians/journalists/diplomats commenting on the situation, etc).

OOC: Sounds like it'd be a good RP, count me in, do you need someone to eventually come in and savve your backsides? If So I'll divert one of my carrier groups when we receive word (Some how) and come and rescue you? If that's not ok, I'll happily play another part?

(OOC: Whatever you like. OOC and IC threads will likely go up tomorrow night, or Tuesday at the latest. I'd do it now, but I'll be going to bed soon and probably don't have time.)

OOC: Fair enoug, like I said count me in (Note to self; 'Watch Blackhawk down again')

(OOC: well, the details aren't important. I'm simply using Blackhawk Down as its a well-known example of the basic premise. I hope and expect that this will go off in some crazy and unpredictable direction (this is Nationstates after all;)).

Edit: as embarressed as I am to admit it, I've never actually seen the movie. I'm more familiar with the historic event, but the details will be different in any case.)

OOC: Great,

(OOC: sorry for delay, will have new thread up tomorrow).

OOC: Good Good

OOC: Erm...there is still a bull dozer about to knock down the walls. You ain't out of the woods yet.

OOC: Oh I look forward to that,

(OOC: finish this thread first then?)

OOC: That's my plan. Isn't the blackhawk down one a follow up to this anyway?

(OOC: Sure thing, if Battlehawk's cool with that. But we should wrap this up first. I've still go to explain what exactly happened to my folks in the embassy.)

OOC: Waitin on you guys to respond with the bulldozer and all.

ooc: knock it down, i say.

(OOC: I'd like to finish this thread, but I have nothing to post until the bulldozer breaks in (or fails to).)

The Commanche's fired Hydra Missiles at the on-coming Bulldozer. The Missiles killed the driver and set the rig on fire, but was too late to prvent it from plowing into the front of the embassy. Leaveing a hole in the wall. The Commanche's came in lower to the deck and prepared to fire their Front mounte Cannon at anyone entering the embassy grounds. Inside the building, the Marines had set up defensive postitions.

OOC: Sorry for the delay

Martin looked up with a start as a dull rumble echoed through the building above. He got up slowly, aching all over and rubbing exhaustion from his eyes. They had been stuck here for days, with only sporadic contact with home. He still hadn't been able to reach his wife. The stress was wearing everyone down, especially his secretary and assisstant, who had never been in a situation remotely like that before. Neither had he for that matter. He turned as their guard came running into the room.

"Sir, they've called in helicopters to clear out the crowd, and the mobs getting desperate. They had a bulldozer, and I think that noise was them breaking into the building."

"Damn." The Ambassador spun around, looking for someone in authority who he could ask for instructions. Seeing no one, he pulled out his phone and tried to call the Department of Defense again. Their was no answer.

"Sir?"

Martin shrugged, trying to hide his growing desperation.

"The helicopters should be inbound now. It won't be long." He hoped it wouldn't be long, because if the mob broke in, the best they could hope for was a hostage situation.

The riot police and soldiers were clearing out the rioters by now but a handful of them managed to charge through the hole, brandishing crowbars and hand guns. Anybody seen would become a hostage, if they didn't die first.

The Chamberlain troops both tossed their flash grenades, stunning a few of the crowd so the police could take them out.

Agent Larrent looked around, then turned to address one of the embassy staff.

"Who's in command here? Can someone tell me what's going on? Are the rioters contained, or have they broken through?" He turned as the Ambassador walked over to him.

Martin walked up to the security officer and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Put your gun away. If they break through, there's nothing we can do except cooperate, and hope the situation resolves itself. I won't have you die needlessly."

Larrent turned around and looked the Ambassador in the eye.

"I'm no fool Sir. I've trained for these situations, and I'm more useful to you alive than dead. Besides, I have a family back home."

Martin nodded. Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Yes, this is Ambassador Ritter. I'm sorry, I can't... what's that?" He turned to the security agent.

"The helicopters were launched thirty minutes ago. They should be here soon." He smiled. "With any luck, its almost over."


(OOC: Any ideas on how you want this to end?)

The Rioters coming through the breach would find themselves in a bottleneck. The Marines had postioned themselves all around the breachpoint, behind cover and ready to fire at any rioters.

Outside

As the RAH-66's secured the airspace, the UH-60's began to fast rope down Battlehawk Marines. Some onto the roof, others into the courtyard, before beginning to orbit the area waiting to evacuate the embassy. The Marines secured the perimiter and others began to enter the main building.

OOC Well probably I'll evacuate the embasssy.

(OOC: I'm going to start my other thread, since this one is taking longer than I thought to finish. Of course, I will continue to post in this one until it is done.)

The rioters were cut down in the embassy, and the military was arresting anybody who had not already dispersed.

A colonel in the Confederate army made his way through the rubble and body strewn courtyard, and into the gaping hole in the embassy wall. Once inside, he saw the marines, all pointing rifles in his direction. He quickly threw up his hands and spoke.

"Colonel Flavius Firecloak, Confederate army, is everyone ok in here?"

"We just had some of your country's best try to blow us all up? Of course we're ok!"

"We're fine!" Rothwell called "You took your time getting here"

"Sorry about that...don't know what took us. Do you have any casuaties at all? Is everyone accounted for?"

Behind him, ambulances were taking away the bodies on the field, and police were arresting the stargglers. The riot was over. 56 rioters were killed and over a hundred were wounded, as well as three Confederate soldiers dead and roughly a dozen injured.

Finally, a PCPD detective stepped through the rubble.

"I'm here to take Ben Bashir into custody for assault and rape" was all he said to the exhausted and likely shocked embassy staff.

"We've got a few marines down" Rothwell said sadly, the adrenaline slowly leaeing

"I'm here to take Ben Bashir into custody for assault and rape" A PCPD detective said. Rothwell felt a marine next to him angrily begin to move forward, but he put an arm out and two other marines stopped him.
"You can't be serious!" Rothwell said amazed.
Steps rang on the stairs as ambassador Joe Johnson walked up from the Command Centre
"Besides" She Said "The Alleged Victim is no longer under your jurisdiction, as of last night she requested Asylum with the Republic of the Battlehawk to escape from an abusive father"

"If Mr. Bashir sets foor onto Confederate ground, the warrant for arrest will be acted upon" the detective said, realising he could do nothing as long as the fugitive stayed on Battlehawk territory.

The Chamberlain helicopters started coming in, landing on the roof.

The two guards overheard the conversation between the dectective and the marine.

"Hey, Ben, want a lift? You can get out without having to set foot on Confederate land."

"It's alright" Ben said with a faint smile "I'm still a battlehawk Marine, I'll leave with the rest of them, we're evacuating by Blackhak Apparently"

"No problem."