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Associated Press:

Today in the city of Mossberg, Timothy Watsworth declared himself Emperor of the world. As Emperor of the world, he demanded everyone bow before him, and shower him from riches. Unfortunately, the 73 year old Mr. Watsworth suffers from dementia, and escaped earlier this morning from an assisted living facility.

If anyone has any information about Mr. Watsworth's whereabouts, please call 1-849-555-9925, as his family is very worried that he may be a danger to himself or others.

OOC: Do you want someone to find him, in their country or something? I could have my polce pice him up

DownTown Tren'Lar

Police Officers James Bauer and Joe Johnson ran along a pavement in the DownTown area. Control had been getting alot of calls of some crazy man wandering through the street, shouting about being Rular of the world, and attacking anyone who didn't bow down to him. They could easily see him from down the road. As they approached they both instnctvly placed hands on their hanguns.
"Excuse me sir!" James called out as they approached "Stop kicking that man please!"

Timothy Watsworth turned to the officers, and said, "I am Emperor of the world. Bow down to me, worms". He turned, and kicked the man again.

"Kick him again and we'll tackle you to the ground" James threatened

OOC: Is he armed?

"Kick him again and we'll tackle you to the ground" James threatened

OOC: Is he armed?

Timothy Watsworth kicked the man one last time, and turned to the police. He said, "Fools. I am Emperor of the world. Touch me, and I shall have you disemboweled".

OOC: He has a knife, but it isn't visible yet.

"Put your hands above your head" James instructed his grip tightening on his weapon, but keeping it in it's holster.

"Put your hands above your head" James instructed his grip tightening on his weapon, but keeping it in it's holster.

Timothy Watsworth laughed, and said to the officers, "Your Emperor will do no such thing".

James took out his Extendable Baton and appraoche Timonthy Watsworth "Last chance"

And from nowhere a sniper shot makes Mr. Watsworth's head explode... In the distance a cry of; "BOOM! HEADSHOT! YEAH!!!!" could be heard....

Or, I could justb e screwing around... yeah...

That was all OOC.

James took out his Extendable Baton and appraoche Timonthy Watsworth "Last chance"

Timothy Watsworth looked at the baton and said, "Theif. You dare to steal my royal scepter?". He lunged at James, while pulling out a knife. He then attempted to stab James.

James reacted instaltly and dodged the knife. Within three seconds both he and Joe had their hands guns out and targeted
"Put the knife down, right now!" James challenged as the watching crowd backed away slightly.

One Man remained forward of the Croud, what he was weating denoted him as a USPA Soldier on Vacation, he remained forward of the croud watching in interest at what this maniac was attempting to do

James reacted instaltly and dodged the knife. Within three seconds both he and Joe had their hands guns out and targeted
"Put the knife down, right now!" James challenged as the watching crowd backed away slightly.

"Assassins!", Timothy Watsworth yelled when the officers pulled their weapons. "You will fail to kill your Emperor. Fools". He atempted another stab at James.

As Timothy lunged at james again James fired his weapon. The 9mm round struck the target in the lower arm holding the knife. Precisly where James had aimed.

As Timothy lunged at james again James fired his weapon. The 9mm round struck the target in the lower arm holding the knife. Precisly where James had aimed.

Somehow, Timothy Watsworth held onto the knife. He switched to his left hand, and attempted to keep the officers at bay. The assassins were too much for him to handle, and he knew that he needed his imperial guards to dispatch these brigands.

Joe aimed a kick at Timonty's groin before darting out of range of the knife and reaiming her weapon

And then, a 32 ton tank fell from teh sky and crushed all of them. The tank was in less that beautiful shape. It was an old Sherman tank, having rusted quite badly.

Hundreds of miles away, standing beside what appeared to be a giant trebuchet... A sutufinai General exclaimed, "MUWHAHAHAHAA! SUCCESSS! THE TANK CATAPULT IS READY!"

... Or.... Not...

All OOC, of course.

http://angryflashlight.deviantart.com/art/Tank-Catapult-86364668

Joe aimed a kick at Timonty's groin before darting out of range of the knife and reaiming her weapon

For a man of his age, Timothy Watsworth was quick. He narrowly dodged the kick, and stood his ground. These assassins wouldn't claim their bounty so easily. He said, "Leave now vile murderers, and your Emperor will show you clemency".

Another Police cruiser arrived and the two officers in that car joined James and Joe, also with their weapons drawn.
"PUT THE FUCKING KNIFE DOWN!" James snapped

Another Police cruiser arrived and the two officers in that car joined James and Joe, also with their weapons drawn.
"PUT THE FUCKING KNIFE DOWN!" James snapped

Timothy Watsworth said to the crowd, "Will you people stand there and watch them assassinate your Emperor? I'll give 1,000 gold pieces to any that help me defeat these brigands. Assist your Emperor, and you will richly rewarded". He kept the knife at the ready, in case the police advanced. His wounded right arm wasn't bleeding much, it was only a flesh wound. Still, it was a distraction he didn't need.

"Get your mind checked loser!" One of the crowd yelled
"As you can see, our people support us, now put the knife down or I'll slot you in the fucking head" James threatened

"Get your mind checked loser!" One of the crowd yelled
"As you can see, our people support us, now put the knife down or I'll slot you in the fucking head" James threatened

"They aren't your people, they are mine. I am Emperor of the world. Your vile sorcery won't work, and you will be defeated". He kept his knife at the ready.

"No your not" James said passing his gun to his left hand and holding his baton in his right "Said this was your 'Scepter'?, well catch it then" With that he threw it at Timotny's head, hard

A teenager walked up to the old man, stuck headphones playing heavy metal in them into the old man's ears, and walked away.

N00bowned.

"No your not" James said passing his gun to his left hand and holding his baton in his right "Said this was your 'Scepter'?, well catch it then" With that he threw it at Timotny's head, hard

Somehow, Timothy caught it, but the force of it made his wounded arm hurt more. He glanced over at it, then raised the baton over his head and said, "I am Emperor Penguin, ruler of the world. All bow before me, and worship!".

James levled his weapon at Timonty's knife and fired his Pistol at the knife

James levled his weapon at Timonty's knife and fired his Pistol at the knife

The bullet missed, as the knife was too small a target to hit. Timothy turned to James and said, "Fool! With my scepter, I am now invincible".

"I used to be able to do that" James muttered to joe
"Getting old?" Joe whispered back.
"I've had enough of this" James said nodding to the other officers. as one the four of them advanced on Timothy all with their batons except James who covered with Pistol in case of need

"I used to be able to do that" James muttered to joe
"Getting old?" Joe whispered back.
"I've had enough of this" James said nodding to the other officers. as one the four of them advanced on Timothy all with their batons except James who covered with Pistol in case of need

Timothy held his knife and baton at the ready, swinging the baton to keep the officers away. For every step the officers took, Timothy stepped backwards one. Soon, he was backed against a wall.

One officer effeciatly swung at the baton, deflecting it, whilst the others moved into to disarm the knife

OOC: Whoops, had that as my copy and paste and accidently put it in

As the other 3 officers lunged at Timothy, he made a stab at the leftmost one. He regained control of the baton, hoping to have enough time to swing it at the "assassins".

The Knife slipped in the gap of teh officers stabvest and he fall to teh floor. With this James fired his weapon into Timonthy's chest, shooting hwoever not to kill.

The Knife slipped in the gap of teh officers stabvest and he fall to teh floor. With this James fired his weapon into Timonthy's chest, shooting hwoever not to kill.

Timothy collapsed against the wall when he was hit, then dropped to the ground. The knife had slipped out of his hand when he stabbed the officer, and the baton fell out of his hand when he was hit. The officers wouldn't have any more trouble with Timothy, as he was severely injured.

"Unit 2-2, to Control we need EMS on Twelth and Arlington, Officer Down OFficer Down!" James shouted into his radio as he checked on the downed officer first

Two men emerged from the crowd, heading for the altercation. They were rather anachronistically dressed, wearing what looked like chainmail, and rather old-fashioned leggings and boots. They walked with the casual slouch of men who know that, if they choose to pursue something, there is nothing that can get in their way. At their sides they carried swords, sheathed in leather; one of them had a buckler strapped onto his arm and carried a crossbow, while the other wore a bandolier with a number of knives attached to it. They approached the combatants and, although Mr. Watsworth was the only one who could see it at the moment, the expressions on their faces said quite plainly that they didn't need guns or rocket launchers to make someone's life very unpleasant (and significantly briefer).

The first police officer to turn around got a throwing knife through the eye. By the time the others had turned and brought weapons to bear -- the two men were about fifteen feet away -- a crossbow was aimed unwaveringly at one of their faces, and the other man was lazily dangling a pair of knives by their points. The knife thrower seemed to be the one in charge. He smiled.

"Something the matter, gentlemen?"

"Identifty yourselves!" Joe challenged as James still knelt by the first downed officer he discretly spoke into his radio
"Control, we've been attacked by unknow assailents, requesing immediate support, code 2, officers Down requesting SWAT.

With this new change some of the crowd began to draw their own personnel handguns and kept them hidden

It Was at this moment the USPA Soldier walked up, silently, behind the 2 1100s looking warriors, his own personal Bowie Knife in hand now

Timothy saw the 2 men exiting the crowd, and attack the police. Barely conscious, he stretched out his left hand and in a soft voice said, "Imperial guardsman, assist your Emperor". Then he passed out from blood loss.

The Soldier, SSGT Ramieriz, pointed silently at the Battlehawk Police Officers, that the the guy with the Crossbow, than making a gun with his hand, which meant "You get him", than pointed at himself than at the other guy

"We're officers of the Empire, my good man. I'm Stoneheart, and this is Grimclaw," said the knife-thrower, advancing one step. The smile hadn't left his face. "Don't bother trying to draw your gun, by the way. Nor you," he indicated the other officer still standing. "We'd prefer a friendly discussion here. What's your name?"

The cops saw this and mently understood and waited

"Seargent Joe Johnson, Tren'Lar Police Department" Joe said as she head sirens approach "What are your intentions?"

Grimclaw half turned so that his crossbow could have pointed either towards the soldier behind him or the officer in front of him. "You shouldn't breathe so loudly," he said reproachfully to Ramieriz. "It's distracting us. We have someone to pick up here."

"Seargent Joe Johnson, Tren'Lar Police Department" Joe said as she head sirens approach "What are your intentions?"

Stoneheart pointed towards the fallen Timothy with a knife. "We're only here to pick him up," he said. "The Emperor doesn't like others impersonating him. He'll be suitably punished, of course."

"I'm afraid that will not be possible, hes responsible for attempt..." Joe glanced over at James and the downed officer, james shook his head "For Murder of a battlehawk Police officer"
Down the street A SWAT van pulled up and two Swat Elemetns, eight men in total, jumped out and cautiously approached, weapons raised at the two enemies.

"I'm afraid that will not be possible, hes responsible for attempt..." Joe glanced over at James and the downed officer, james shook his head "For Murder of a battlehawk Police officer"
Down the street A SWAT van pulled up and two Swat Elemetns, eight men in total, jumped out and cautiously approached, weapons raised at the two enemies.

Grimclaw watched the van pull up and murmured something inaudible to his superior officer. The taller man only raised his eyebrows. "A troublemaker indeed! Why, Sergeant Johnson, it's no wonder you want to bring him in. Tell me now, what's the punishment for murder in your country?"

"Was Wondering how long it would take you too find that out there sir" Ramieriz
Rameiriz was a trained Spec Ops soldier, he knew he had been breathing too hard, he also knew he could easily kill this man before he could fire the bow since the mail did not cover his face

"In this case, it'd most likely be the Death Penelty" Joe replied

"Was Wondering how long it would take you too find that out there sir" Ramieriz
Rameiriz was a trained Spec Ops soldier, he knew he had been breathing too hard, he also knew he could easily kill this man before he could fire the bow since the mail did not cover his face

Grimclaw smiled at him. Unlike Stoneheart's smile, which was ice-cold and suggestive of acts best left unmentioned, his was affable and unthreatening; indeed, his build and gait made him look more like an easy-going, somewhat plump middle-aged family man than his immediate superior, who looked like an overgrown delinquent with Special Operations training. Then his face became blank again and he waited for the next move. He wasn't the one talking here, after all.

"In this case, it'd most likely be the Death Penelty" Joe replied
"Ah!" Stoneheart said happily. "Our interests do not coincide, then. The punishment would leave this man quite alive -- alive enough, with adequate care, to live through whatever justice system you have to his execution. Indeed, I dare say the execution will come as quite a relief to him." He stepped forward towards Watsworth.

Still unconscious, Timothy softly moaned. While he wasn't badly injured, he did have 2 wounds, so if he didn't receive some medical attention within the next 15 minutes, he would be in trouble.

Seemingly the SWAT teams had been given orders through their headsets as they fired ther M4A1's at the two hostiles. 8 lots of authomatic gunfire flew towards the enemy.

"I'm Surprised you havent asked me to drop my weapon, shows some sloppiness on your part" Rameiriz said, with a bit of a grin, if they were so stupid as to forget that, they honestly couldnt be much of a threat

As the first shots echoed across the street, the two captains leaped forward rapidly, seizing the two surviving police officers and interpolating their bodies between them and the SWAT team. One of Stoneheart's knives passed to Grimclaw, and they pressed them to the officers' throats in a clear gesture which translated into "hostage situation" without having to go through the parts of the officers' brains that dealt with rational analysis. Stoneheart looked sadly at the advancing officers. While he hadn't appeared to realize it quite yet, there was blood dripping down his armor; Grimclaw appeared uninjured, although it was hard to tell exactly. How successful the rifle fire had been was uncertain because their torsos and lower bodies could not be seen behind the human shields.

"We warned them not to draw guns," he said. "You may have just sealed their fates. Speak; what do you want?"

"I'm Surprised you havent asked me to drop my weapon, shows some sloppiness on your part" Rameiriz said, with a bit of a grin, if they were so stupid as to forget that, they honestly couldnt be much of a threat

When the gunfire had subsided enough that Grimclaw could make himself heard, he said: "Why bother, Mr. Andrews? Yes, you could throw that knife and quite possibly hit me. You might even live long enough to see me die. But it's not weapons that threaten us, Mr. Andrews -- it's people. You're a threat with or without your knife, and whatever other weapons you're hiding."

He'd brought a long dagger to the throat of his captive, and the crossbow was still trained on Rameiriz (who he was calling Andrews for some reason). How exactly he'd fire it one-handed was a bit of a mystery.

OOC: And SWAT officers are trained to fire headshoots as well, known as teh failure drill, two to the chest, one to th ehead.

Mr. Watsworth will be arrested if seen in the NFGA.

OOC: The SWAT were advancingtowards the incident, by the time they fired they were only about thirty metres away

OOC: Standard Issue

OOC: Have any of you (apart from Gun Manufacturers, who almost certainly has) actually tried hitting a target the size of a human head at, say, 200 yards? (I'm assuming that's about how far away "the other end of the street" is, at minimum.) There's a reason people in real life don't usually aim for the head except at close range, or if they're snipers.

OOC: As of right now, I have a hard time hitting an 18" target at 100 yards. But then again, I only go shooting occasionally. SWAT members train much more than me (and I don't have an ACOG, only iron sights).

IC: Timothy lay there bleeding, and became semi-conscious. In a rare moment of clarity, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a prescription bottle of donepezil HCl tablets. He took one, placed it in his mouth, and swallowed it. He was weak from blood loss, and passed out again moments later.

The SWAT officers surronded the two suspects as more cops turned up. The Officers were eyes down their ACOG sights and would fire at any opening
"Put your weapons down right now!" THe SWAT TL ordered

Stoneheart raised his eyebrows. "Why should we surrender our weapons to you? You already have weapons of your own, and much more attractive ones, too." He allowed himself to relax a little bit. "At any rate, our quarrel is not with you, just as it was not with the unfortunate Sergeant Johnson and his comrade who appear to be quite unharmed, at the moment. Put down your weapons, I'll put down mine, and we'll talk this out like civilized people."

A Private V-22 Osprey with the words,"BJORN B.B BJORNSENS'S MAGICAL PROPELLER DRAGON," flew into the city. With wind chopping against the back a small Nordic man stood on the side with large aviator glasses that blocked out most of his face. On either side of the aircraft were speaker phones and they began to play "Ride of the Valkyrie's" except all the notes of the song were created by repeating the word Bjorn over and over again.

The aircraft hovered over the city block in which Watsworth had been wounded. The nordic man grabbed a zipline a dropped to the ground. He began to sob as he neared the ground.

"FAJA!!!!!" the man cried as several hot women dressed in bunny outfits with light assault rifles except they looked like malformed dildo's dropped from the V-22. One of them was a tall blonde woman who looked to be only 14 but was really 19. She began to scream at all of them and how cruel they could be.

The small nordic man was in fact Bjorn B.B. Bjornsen a multi-trillionaire who had founded his own business empire. The man was known to be wildly eccentric and spent billions of dollars investing in a self-sucking straw. He also owned several monopolies in countless countries and made a huge income of 12 billion dollars a week in sales of widgets.

While the ancient knights were having tea and cookies with the SWAT officers, a kamikaze watermelon was flying down the stree at high velocity. Unfortunately, they did not see it as it let out a giant cry of "Kamikazeee!!!" splattering into the face of one of the foot soldiers. It disintigrated into a nasty blob of watermelon pulp comepletely coving him and his hostage.

Unbeknownst to all, this watermelon was merely a target for the DEATH MELONS! (http://z10.invisionfree.com/Universal_Defense/index.php?showtopic=58) They quickly hit every living thing on the street, including some very alive buildings who were having a nice chat about the weather, causing a giant mushroom cloud to go streaming into the sky.

Far away in the United States of Pennsylvania ((Sorry if I spelt it wrong)) a little kid was jerking back and forth on an XBox controller. Looking up at his mom, he said in an excited voice "Mommy, Mommy! I just blew up a city!" Smiling down at him, his mom said speaking down to him "Well that's nice, how about we go have some cookies?" With an immense "YEAH" he ran off into the kitchen. The mother couldn't remember ever buying the child such a video game, but she shrugged off the thought. Outside a Daiwizian agent quickly confirmed the destruction of the city.

Obviously meant to be stupid, lol. Comedy. Or my form of it anyways.



A Private V-22 Osprey with the words,"BJORN B.B BJORNSENS'S MAGICAL PROPELLER DRAGON," flew into the city. With wind chopping against the back a small Nordic man stood on the side with large aviator glasses that blocked out most of his face. On either side of the aircraft were speaker phones and they began to play "Ride of the Valkyrie's" except all the notes of the song were created by repeating the word Bjorn over and over again.

The aircraft hovered over the city block in which Watsworth had been wounded. The nordic man grabbed a zipline a dropped to the ground. He began to sob as he neared the ground.

"FAJA!!!!!" the man cried as several hot women dressed in bunny outfits with light assault rifles except they looked like malformed dildo's dropped from the V-22. One of them was a tall blonde woman who looked to be only 14 but was really 19. She began to scream at all of them and how cruel they could be.

The small nordic man was in fact Bjorn B.B. Bjornsen a multi-trillionaire who had founded his own business empire. The man was known to be wildly eccentric and spent billions of dollars investing in a self-sucking straw. He also owned several monopolies in countless countries and made a huge income of 12 billion dollars a week in sales of widgets.



A single DEATH MELON turned around and flew right into the engine of the V-22 Osprey exploding and causing it to fall down exploding behind Mr.Bjorn B.B. Bjornsen in a great, and very epic, fire ball.

OOC: That's just not necessary.

ooc: Mind if I RP a forgien news chopper for Defesian News?
(Defesians are VERY nosy about things like this)

ooc: Mind if I RP a forgien news chopper for Defesian News?
(Defesians are VERY nosy about things like this)

OOC: As long as The Battlehawk doesn't have a problem with it (it's happening in his nation), I don't see why not.

OOC: No Problem

"You've commited Murder, now put your weapons down, place your hands above your head and submit to arrest: The SWAT Sergeant ordered "Or so help me god I will kill you"

Timothy Watsworth lay unconscious, bleeding from a chest wound and an arm wound. If he was awake, he would probably attempt fleeing. There was quite the pool of blood surrounding him, and the more time spent without medical treatment meant less chance of him surviving.

At this time, two men, in an old fashion ambulance, pulled up to the scene, and rushed towards the old man on the ground. They wore the uniforms of paramedics, and their gear, while somewhat dated, was also that of a paramedic. The did not wait for anyone's permission, they began treating the old man for his injuries. The knife and baton, were placed in a pouch, with other personal possessions.

At this time, two men, in an old fashion ambulance, pulled up to the scene, and rushed towards the old man on the ground. They wore the uniforms of paramedics, and their gear, while somewhat dated, was also that of a paramedic. The did not wait for anyone's permission, they began treating the old man for his injuries. The knife and baton, were placed in a pouch, with other personal possessions.

Timothy Watsworth was startled into consciousness by the 2 men, and upon watching them place his personal possessions in a bag, weakly said, "Thieves. Thieves are taking my worldly possessions".

Timothy Watsworth was startled into consciousness by the 2 men, and upon watching them place his personal possessions in a bag, weakly said, "Thieves. Thieves are taking my worldly possessions".

One of the men, leaned in close to Timothy's ear, and whispered, so quietly, that it would be completely impossible for anyone else to hear him, "All is well, your highness, you sacred possessions will be well cared for, as will you. The Prime Minister sends his regards," he said. He was referring to one 'Ulysses S. Grant the Eighteenth President of the United States', AKA Harold Gamely, who had been elected Prime Minister of Ward 5, of the Layetville Mental Health Center by the other residents of the ward.

These two men, 'Steve Jeff' AKA Nicoli Tators, and 'The Right and Honorable Sir Sigmund Fraud', AKA Hyman Winters, had also recently escaped from their, stolen an classic ambulance from a parking lot, and rushed over to get Mr. Watsworth, and return him to Layetville, so that the Prime Minister could seek his advice, on whether to plant their money trees now, or to wait a few weeks, and see if conditions improve.

Nicoli Tators had been a air traffic controller before suffering a mental breakdown at work, and nearly putting a 747 into a Concord. They missed by only yards, though if you ask Nicoli, he was perfectly sane, and knew they would miss all along. Hyman Winters, used to be a crack ER surgeon, until he folded under pressure, ended up, stitching his own hand into a mans stomach. It was Hyman that was giving the orders, and Nicoli that was taking them. Nicoli hoped to be knighted by the Prime Minister, as Hyman had been.

The Defesian news copter, bearing the logo of channel 7 News, roared over the street, with a camera man leaning out the side, trying to get the best picture he could.

"As you can see," The reporter had to yell slightly to be heard, "A deranged man has been attacking police officers, we dont yet fully know whats going on here, Dennis, lower the chopper so we can get a better look, well, it appears the suspect is uncouncious, but, what is that? It seems the SWAT units were deployed, but they are...Whats going on here? Dennis, get a close up of those SWAT units..."

One of the men, leaned in close to Timothy's ear, and whispered, so quietly, that it would be completely impossible for anyone else to hear him, "All is well, your highness, you sacred possessions will be well cared for, as will you. The Prime Minister sends his regards," he said. He was referring to one 'Ulysses S. Grant the Eighteenth President of the United States', AKA Harold Gamely, who had been elected Prime Minister of Ward 5, of the Layetville Mental Health Center by the other residents of the ward.

These two men, 'Steve Jeff' AKA Nicoli Tators, and 'The Right and Honorable Sir Sigmund Fraud', AKA Hyman Winters, had also recently escaped from their, stolen an classic ambulance from a parking lot, and rushed over to get Mr. Watsworth, and return him to Layetville, so that the Prime Minister could seek his advice, on whether to plant their money trees now, or to wait a few weeks, and see if conditions improve.

Nicoli Tators had been a air traffic controller before suffering a mental breakdown at work, and nearly putting a 747 into a Concord. They missed by only yards, though if you ask Nicoli, he was perfectly sane, and knew they would miss all along. Hyman Winters, used to be a crack ER surgeon, until he folded under pressure, ended up, stitching his own hand into a mans stomach. It was Hyman that was giving the orders, and Nicoli that was taking them. Nicoli hoped to be knighted by the Prime Minister, as Hyman had been.

Timothy said, "That traitorous bastard? I'd bet my signet ring he was the one that sent those assassins to kill me".

<<OOC: Is Timothy going to die soon?>>

<<OOC: Is Timothy going to die soon?>>

OOC: It's possible if he's out there long enough, but not probable. The bullet missed all the vital organs, as The Battlehawk wasn't shooting to kill.

((OOC: I'm thinking about how different this would be if this happened in the GWO...

Things would be FAR different.))

Nearby, a Marktorian Tourist watched on. To his horror, Timothy moved!
"Watch out! Hes awake!"
The Tourist hit the old man on the head with a brick he found laying nearby.
He later realized he has been awake for sometime. The Tourist ran away and only stopped when he saw, what looked like, burnt women in rabit costumes splatered with melon juice.

ooc: I cant believe how this rp progressed!

Nearby, a Marktorian Tourist watched on. To his horror, Timothy moved!
"Watch out! Hes awake!"
The Tourist hit the old man on the head with a brick he found laying nearby.
He later realized he has been awake for sometime. The Tourist ran away and only stopped when he saw, what looked like, burnt women in rabit costumes splatered with melon juice.

ooc: I cant believe how this rp progressed!

Since the brick hit the ground before it hit Timothy, and since the brick hit at an oblique angle, it didn't injure Timothy much. A bruise was likely, and he received several scratches.

The tourist came back to the scene and retrieved the brick. Aparently it was a souvenier(tourist these days). As he reached for the block, he felt Timothy's cold, blood stained hands grab his rist. Needless to say, the Toursist screamed like a girl.

The tourist came back to the scene and retrieved the brick. Aparently it was a souvenier(tourist these days). As he reached for the block, he felt Timothy's cold, blood stained hands grab his rist. Needless to say, the Toursist screamed like a girl.

"Sir Landy, quiet yourself, or the assassins will discover us, and finish their job".

"Sir Landy, quiet yourself, or the assassins will discover us, and finish their job".

The Tourist caught on quick, mainly because he saw the other knife he had concealed in this robe. "Yes, my lord. My mistake." he apoligized. He looked up to the police team. 'HELP ME!' he mouthed.

The copter lowed altitude while the camera man zoomed in on Timothy and the tourist.
"It seems a de-ranged man is assaulting a defencless elderly man with a brick! We dont know what the police are doing as of yet, but a ground crew is en-route to provide you with more coverege of this strange scene..."

THe SWAT team member closest to Timothy saw this call for help and whilst the rest kept their weapons trained firmly on the two suspects, he turned and leveled his M4 at Timothy

THe SWAT team member closest to Timothy saw this call for help and whilst the rest kept their weapons trained firmly on the two suspects, he turned and leveled his M4 at Timothy

Timothy looked at the SWAT officer and said, "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine". Then, he slowly lost consciousness, and let go of the tourist's arm.

The SWAT member approached the uncountious timothy and covered the EMT's while they got him to a Ambulance, before waiting for police escort

The SWAT member approached the uncountious timothy and covered the EMT's while they got him to a Ambulance, before waiting for police escort

OOC: Are we not waiting for Vojvodina-Nihon anymore?

OOC: Well I was under the impression that they we're covered by 12 SWAT officers so I figured it was reasoably safe to move Timothy, seeing as the Two bad guys will be shot if they make any agressive move. At least then ten feet the SWAT will get head-shots.

OOC: Well I was under the impression that they we're covered by 12 SWAT officers so I figured it was reasoably safe to move Timothy, seeing as the Two bad guys will be shot if they make any agressive move. At least then ten feet the SWAT will get head-shots.

OOC: Ah, ok.

IC: Timothy remained unconscious while he was loaded into the ambulance, both because of his wounds and due to the fact that he was a tired 73 year old.

Two Police Cruisers arrived and escorted the Ambulance to the Hospital

OOC: So when we get to hospital should I assume that he'd be on the news and have the staff contact the State Department?

Two Police Cruisers arrived and escorted the Ambulance to the Hospital

OOC: So when we get to hospital should I assume that he'd be on the news and have the staff contact the State Department?

OOC: Sure. The story's been run multiple times on the ASoGM's international news stations.

OOC: OK

Faith Hospital, Downtown Tren'Lar

"Three Gunshot wounds" The Paramedic told the doctors as they rushed him to the ER
"Alright, tell thertre we're gonna need them ASAP" The Doctor instructed as one of the nurese looked between the Two Police officers guarding him and the TV screen showing him.
"GOod god, thats Timothy Watsworth" She commented.
The Doctor thought for a minute before replying,
"Alright, Jenny contact the State Department.

Twenty miutes later a message was sent.

Official Message
FROM: ROTB
TO: ASoGM

We have in Custody Timothy Watsworth. He is currently undergoing surgery at Faith Hospital.

End Messafe

OOC: OK

Faith Hospital, Downtown Tren'Lar

"Three Gunshot wounds" The Paramedic told the doctors as they rushed him to the ER
"Alright, tell thertre we're gonna need them ASAP" The Doctor instructed as one of the nurese looked between the Two Police officers guarding him and the TV screen showing him.
"GOod god, thats Timothy Watsworth" She commented.
The Doctor thought for a minute before replying,
"Alright, Jenny contact the State Department.

Twenty miutes later a message was sent.

Official Message
FROM: ROTB
TO: ASoGM

We have in Custody Timothy Watsworth. He is currently undergoing surgery at Faith Hospital.

End Messafe

TO: State Department, ROTB
FROM: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, ASoGM
RE: Timothy Watsworth

Mr. Watsworth's family will be glad to hear that he has been located. Mr. Watsworth is a 73 year old suffering from Dementia, and most times does not know who or where he is. Would you be able to disclose Mr. Watsworth's injuries, and would his family be able to visit him in your nation?

Official Message
FROM: ROTB
TO: ASoGM

We regretfully report that Mr Watsworths injures were caused in a stand-off with the Tren'Lar City Police Department. He is expected to Survive, we will keep you up to date, Mr Watsworths family is more than welcome to visit him here. If you let us know we'll have a Armed Forces Helicoptor transport them from Airport to Hospital

End Messafe

The Tourist, who was later escourted away from the scene, came back to find nothing but a blood puddle(and burnt women in Bunny costumes with Mellon juice splatered all over them). He made his way to the hospital, where he found many news agency reporters crowded in the lobby. He watched and waited. Then a doctor came out of a hallway. The reporters went silent as he started to talk. 'What the hell is this' thought the Tourist, as he moved closer to hear.

Official Message
FROM: ROTB
TO: ASoGM

We regretfully report that Mr Watsworths injures were caused in a stand-off with the Tren'Lar City Police Department. He is expected to Survive, we will keep you up to date, Mr Watsworths family is more than welcome to visit him here. If you let us know we'll have a Armed Forces Helicoptor transport them from Airport to Hospital

End Messafe

TO: State Department, ROTB
FROM: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, ASoGM
RE: Timothy Watsworth

The family will be glad to hear both that he is expected to survive, and that they can see him. They are making arrangements to fly to The Battlehawk on their private jet, and should be there within 12 hours. They appreciate the offer of transportation from the airport to the hospital, as well. Is there any more information you can release about this standoff?

Official Message
FROM: ROTB
TO: ASoGM

Reports suggest that following his attacking of several civvilians he was confronted by two police Officers. When attempting to apprehend him he pulled a knife, forcing the officers to draw their weapons. Two futher officers arrived and the decision was made to attempt to arrest the suspect. When the Officers moved forward the suspect lunged at one of the officers with the knife. Another Officer insticivly fired one into the upper arm. The Suspect pulled himself to a wall and when the officers attempted to apprehend him again he stabbed a police officers, again the officers instictivly fired, twice in the chest. The Stabbed Police officer has regretably died. The Situation was interuped by the arrival of other suspects, but MR Watsworth was extracted to hospital.

End Messafe

Several hours later, a private jet containing Timothy Watsworth's daughter and two sons landed in The Battlehawk. His oldest son, Timothy Watsworth Jr, is a senior partner at a prestigious law firm. His younger son and daughter are both doctors. They quickly transited to the helicopter, which brought them to the hospital. They checked in with administration, and waited for the doctor.

The Doctor soon gretted them

ooc:
can I kidnap the kid?

ooc:
can I kidnap the kid?

OOC: What kid?

The Doctor soon gretted them

The daughter, Jennifer, and the younger son, Thomas asked to look over their father's chart. Meanwhile, Thomas Jr walked up to the officers, and asked if they could tell him exactly what happened.

The doctor handed the Charts open whilst the officers gave their accounts of the incident

The doctor handed the Charts open whilst the officers gave their accounts of the incident

Timothy Jr wrote down the officers accounts, and said, ""When can he be released, and be brought back to the ASoGM?".

'The Right and Honorable Sir Sigmund Fraud', and 'Steve Jeff' arrived at the hospital, shortly after the Mr. Watsworth. Some how they had been pushed out of the way at the scene, but they were going to retrieve 'the Emperor', and bring him to 'Ulysses S. Grant, the Eighteenth President of the United States'. They parked their ambulance in front of the hospital, and rushed in. 'The Right and Honorable Sir Sigmund Fraud' was the one to sign in at the front desk, he wrote his 'full' name, though it was somewhat sloppy. They then proceeded to Mr. Watsworth's room.

'The Right and Honorable Sir Sigmund Fraud', and 'Steve Jeff' arrived at the hospital, shortly after the Mr. Watsworth. Some how they had been pushed out of the way at the scene, but they were going to retrieve 'the Emperor', and bring him to 'Ulysses S. Grant, the Eighteenth President of the United States'. They parked their ambulance in front of the hospital, and rushed in. 'The Right and Honorable Sir Sigmund Fraud' was the one to sign in at the front desk, he wrote his 'full' name, though it was somewhat sloppy. They then proceeded to Mr. Watsworth's room.

Thomas, Timothy's younger son, saw the two men enter his father's room, and followed. He said to them, "Can I help you gentlemen? This is my father's room".

The Two Police officers, who happened to be James and Joe, looked clearly shocked.
"Released?" James asked

The Two Police officers, who happened to be James and Joe, looked clearly shocked.
"Released?" James asked

Timothy Jr responded, "Yes, released. My father's mental condition prevents him from understanding the consequences of his actions. He doesn't even know who he is, 90% of the time. Clearly, he didn't know what he was doing when he stabbed your officer. That's considered innocent due to diminished capacity. He should be released to the care of an ASoGM mental health facility".

James skowled, turned on his heel and walked off down the corridor.

Timothy Jr watched as the officer walked away, then went to his father's room. He saw his brother in the room with his father, as well as two EMTs. Meanwhile, Jennifer made sure the doctor knew of her father's prescriptions, including the donepezil HCl tablets.

Joe found James sitting on top of a fan outlet on the roof of the hospital.
"You know it was Bill who took me through training?" James asked softly as Joe sat beside him "He'd been through so much to be killed by some wacko"
"He died the way he lived, as a good copper" Joe replied.
"He was my best friend, now hes gone" James said.
"Oh sweetie" Joe said symphatically putting her arms around his shouldours and pulling him into a hug

Hospital Lobby

Thersa Green and Two Police officers walked into the Lobby and started heading up to the room

Joe found James sitting on top of a fan outlet on the roof of the hospital.
"You know it was Bill who took me through training?" James asked softly as Joe sat beside him "He'd been through so much to be killed by some wacko"
"He died the way he lived, as a good copper" Joe replied.
"He was my best friend, now hes gone" James said.
"Oh sweetie" Joe said symphatically putting her arms around his shouldours and pulling him into a hug

Hospital Lobby

Thersa Green and Two Police officers walked into the Lobby and started heading up to the room

Thomas, the younger son, turned as the three individuals entered the room and said with a smile, "Hey, now all we need is a cake, some balloons, and a clown, and this will be a REAL party". More seriously, he said, "I'm Dr. Thomas Watsworth, and this is my brother, Timothy Watsworth Jr, Attorney at Law. Can we help you?".

"Theresa Green, Secutary Of State" Theresa Said coldly

"Theresa Green, Secutary Of State" Theresa Said coldly

Thomas said, "What can we help you with, Ms. Green?".

"These officers are here to take Mr watsworth into Custody until we can decide wheter he knew what he was doing" Thersa said "Frankliy chances are that although a conviction will be reached he will be turned over to you any way, but the Tren'Lar City Police Department deserve this much"

"These officers are here to take Mr watsworth into Custody until we can decide wheter he knew what he was doing" Thersa said "Frankliy chances are that although a conviction will be reached he will be turned over to you any way, but the Tren'Lar City Police Department deserve this much"

Thomas said, "My father is in no condition to leave this hospital. He was shot multiple times, and lost a lot of blood. Not to mention that he's been off most of his medications for a significant amount of time". Jennifer walked in at that point and said, "I agree. As will any competent physician that has reviewed my father's medical records".

"Oh I know that" Theresa replied "He'll be under guard here, nice and safe"

Timothy Jr said, "As long as he gets adequate medical treatment and a fair trial". Then he stepped out of the room, and pulled out his Blackberry. He looked up Battlehawkian law firms, and started calling them, looking for one that could bring him up to speed on the differences in law between The Battlehawk and the ASoGM.

'The Right and Honorable Sir Sigmund Fraud', and 'Steve Jeff' began making preparations for moving Mr. Watsworth. Disconnecting him from the monitoring equipment, and reconnecting him to their own mobile equipment. They then, moved him from the bed, onto their stretcher. Hopefully, these nice police officers would be kind enough to escort them out. "Good, you've arrived," "Steve Jeff" said to one of the officers. "We are preparing him to be moved, the ambulance is downstairs." Now, they were moving the IV to a mount on the stretcher. His chart was also taken, as was any pertinent medications. "I believe we are ready to go now, officers," he said, nodding to them. He then turned towards Mr. Watsworth's family. "Worry not, of your father, good care will be taken." 'Steve Jeff always tried hard to avoid ending a sentence with a preposition, even if the result was mangled, and unrecognizable.

'The Right and Honorable Sir Sigmund Fraud', and 'Steve Jeff' began making preparations for moving Mr. Watsworth. Disconnecting him from the monitoring equipment, and reconnecting him to their own mobile equipment. They then, moved him from the bed, onto their stretcher. Hopefully, these nice police officers would be kind enough to escort them out. "Good, you've arrived," "Steve Jeff" said to one of the officers. "We are preparing him to be moved, the ambulance is downstairs." Now, they were moving the IV to a mount on the stretcher. His chart was also taken, as was any pertinent medications. "I believe we are ready to go now, officers," he said, nodding to them. He then turned towards Mr. Watsworth's family. "Worry not, of your father, good care will be taken." 'Steve Jeff always tried hard to avoid ending a sentence with a preposition, even if the result was mangled, and unrecognizable.

Jennifer said, "You are not moving him anywhere. He is not stable enough to be moved". Thomas blocked the door, to prevent the two EMTs from leaving the room with his father. Timothy Jr. was outside, but the EMTs would have to walk right past him if they managed to get him out of the room.

Jennifer said, "You are not moving him anywhere. He is not stable enough to be moved". Thomas blocked the door, to prevent the two EMTs from leaving the room with his father. Timothy Jr. was outside, but the EMTs would have to walk right past him if they managed to get him out of the room.

"We have orders," 'The Right and Honorable, Sir Sigmund Freud', said, as he flashed an envelope at the doctor. "Mr. Watsworth is to be moved to a secure location, while he recovers, pending his court hearing."
"This is Mr. Timothy Watsworth," 'Steve Jeff' said, "the Timothy Watsworth, that proclaimed himself Emperor of the World? The Timothy Watsworth, that assaulted police officers, and civilians earlier today?"

"We have orders," 'The Right and Honorable, Sir Sigmund Freud', said, as he flashed an envelope at the doctor. "Mr. Watsworth is to be moved to a secure location, while he recovers, pending his court hearing."
"This is Mr. Timothy Watsworth," 'Steve Jeff' said, "the Timothy Watsworth, that proclaimed himself Emperor of the World? The Timothy Watsworth, that assaulted police officers, and civilians earlier today?"

Jennifer stepped on the bed's wheel lock, to prevent it from going anywhere, pointed to Theresa Green, and said, "The Battlehawk Secretary of State, Theresa Green, just agreed that he's not well enough to be moved, and that he would be staying here under guard until he is well enough. So he's staying here". Thomas remained in front of the door, and Timothy Jr. was still outside, finishing up his calls.

'The Right and Honorable, Sir Sigmund Freud' pulled out his envelope again, and asked, "Is she willing to countermand a direct written order, by the Prime Minister?"
"This man is a dangerous criminal," 'Steve Jeff stated. "We have orders, written, and signed orders, to transfer him to a secure facility. If anyone here wishes to defy a written order from the Prime Minister, they are free to do so, if not, we will be on our way." They both then waited, looking at the others in the room.

'The Right and Honorable, Sir Sigmund Freud' pulled out his envelope again, and asked, "Is she willing to countermand a direct written order, by the Prime Minister?"
"This man is a dangerous criminal," 'Steve Jeff stated. "We have orders, written, and signed orders, to transfer him to a secure facility. If anyone here wishes to defy a written order from the Prime Minister, they are free to do so, if not, we will be on our way." They both then waited, looking at the others in the room.

Jennifer snatched the envelope out of his hand, and looked at the orders. She turned to Theresa Green and asked, "What is the name of your Prime Minister, if you have one?". Meanwhile, Timothy Jr attempted to get into the room, but couldn't open the door because of his younger bother, Thomas.

OOC: I'm hitting the rack, it's almost 1:30am here, and I've been up all day.

"We don't have a prime minister" Theresa said nodding to the two new officers who drew their weapons "These guys shoudn't be doing that"
"Excuse me, stop what your doing!" One of the officers said to the two emts

"We don't have a prime minister" Theresa said nodding to the two new officers who drew their weapons "These guys shoudn't be doing that"
"Excuse me, stop what your doing!" One of the officers said to the two emts

Jennifer handed the envelope with the orders to Theresa, then disconnected her father from the mobile equipment, and hooked it back up to the hospital's equipment. Thomas moved away from the door enough to let Timothy Jr. into the room, and upon seeing the officers with their weapons drawn, Timothy Jr. said, "Maybe it would've been safer for me outside the room".

The Officers kept their weapons trained at the unidentifed people

"Those orders, came straight from the Prime Minister, 'Ulysses S. Grant the Eighteenth President of the United States,' look he signed them at the bottom," 'the Right and Honorable Sir, Sigmund Freud' said. And so it was signed at the bottom of the orders, in rather neat handwriting, "Ulysses S. Grant the Eighteenth President of the United States, Prime Minister."

'Steve Jeff' was getting worried. After the girl unplugged the Emperor, he became visually agitated. He withdrew from his pocket a trigger device. "I am wearing an explosive vest. There is enough C-3 explosive to take you, and a good bit of this hospital with me. Now, either me, 'The Right and Honorable, Sir Sigmund Freud'," he motioned towards the other paramedic, "and the Emperor," he motioned towards Mr. Watsworth, "leave now, to see the Prime Minister, or we leave a big hole in the world."

"Those orders, came straight from the Prime Minister, 'Ulysses S. Grant the Eighteenth President of the United States,' look he signed them at the bottom," 'the Right and Honorable Sir, Sigmund Freud' said. And so it was signed at the bottom of the orders, in rather neat handwriting, "Ulysses S. Grant the Eighteenth President of the United States, Prime Minister."

'Steve Jeff' was getting worried. After the girl unplugged the Emperor, he became visually agitated. He withdrew from his pocket a trigger device. "I am wearing an explosive vest. There is enough C-3 explosive to take you, and a good bit of this hospital with me. Now, either me, 'The Right and Honorable, Sir Sigmund Freud'," he motioned towards the other paramedic, "and the Emperor," he motioned towards Mr. Watsworth, "leave now, to see the Prime Minister, or we leave a big hole in the world."

Thomas said, "My father isn't stable enough to be moved, and will die if you take him out of this hospital. He'll never make it to see your 'Prime Minister'. If you truly care about your 'Emperor', you'll leave him here until he's able to be moved".

"Let them take im" Thresa instructed, already formulateing a plan in her head, behind her back she motioned to the officers to get SWAT to the hosptail asap. the Officer saw this nodded and sent a message using his mobile telephone, also behind his back to Captain Rynolds SWAT CO.

Timothy Jr said to the 2 EMTs, "I am the Emperor's son, Prince Timothy Watsworth II. I outrank the Prime Minister, and am countermanding his orders. Leave my father where he is. My father has long distrusted the Prime Minister, and I will not allow my father, the Emperor, to be murdered by Ulysses. Obey my order, and I will forgive your transgressions".

"What's he doing?" One of the officers asked Theresa as they heard through radio earpeices that SWAT was arriving and setting up outside the hospital

'Steve Jeff' pushed down one of the buttons on the trigger device. "If my finger moves of that button, the detonator triggers, and we all go away, so don't get any ideas," he said, looking towards Theresa.

'The Right and Honorable Sir, Sigmund Freud' looked at Thomas, and spat at him. "Traitor," he shouted. "You are the one that betrayed the Emperor, and are now attempting to poison him against the 'Prime Minister'!" He grabbed Thomas, and pulled him towards their side of the room. "The rest of you leave the room," he said. "Now!"

'Steve Jeff' pushed down one of the buttons on the trigger device. "If my finger moves of that button, the detonator triggers, and we all go away, so don't get any ideas," he said, looking towards Theresa.

'The Right and Honorable Sir, Sigmund Freud' looked at Thomas, and spat at him. "Traitor," he shouted. "You are the one that betrayed the Emperor, and are now attempting to poison him against the 'Prime Minister'!" He grabbed Thomas, and pulled him towards their side of the room. "The rest of you leave the room," he said. "Now!"

Timothy Sr was awakened by the shouting, and looked around. He saw Sigmund grab Thomas, and said, "Get your hands off my son. He is a Prince, and you show him respect". Timothy Jr said, "Father, they told us to leave the room, or they will blow the place up". Timothy Sr looked at Sigmund and Steve Jeff and said, "Leave my sight, this instant".

OOC: Bump.

The Two officers fingers flexed on their triggers

Thomas, facing the two officers, saw them tense up. He knew that IF the bomb was real, shooting the man with the bomb would kill them all. On the other hand, these men seemed as crazy as his father, and it was entirely possible that the bomb was as made up as their delusions.

The two men were beginning to panic, this was not what they had signed up for, it was supposed to be a simple mission to get a man, and take him to the Prime Minister. They whispered between each other, before 'Steve Jeff' said, "We wish to negotiate our surrender."

"First disarm any bombs you may have on your person" Theresa ordered

Thomas waited for the two crazy EMTs to comply. He hoped that they would hurry up, so he could go back to attending to his father's medical needs.