NationStates Jolt Archive

"He needs to be taken down, I won't argue with that. But he doesn't necessarily need to die. If he doesn't know it was us he can't blame us, and will spend all the time he can trying to find the people that attacked him. But, without me to help him search, he wouldn't be able to find a seagull at the beach. He may need to be eliminated ... later."

She snorts. "If he might need to be taken out later, why not save yourself the trouble and do it right the first time? Like I said ... sloppy."

He sighs. "I just ... Aw hell, it'll be done anyway. May as well be done professionally."

She turned, leaning up on one elbow. "Did I just hear you right, boy?" she asked, suprised even though she had been pushing him on it.

He nods slowly. "I realized that enough people hate him, as soon as he's removed from the protection of the Prime Minister seat, he'll most likely get killed in some messy way by terrorists, criminals, or what-have-you. May as well have it done right."

She nods thoughtfully, understanding all too well some of the emotions involved.

After all, I've done it often enough. If you know someone has to be removed ... it's best done yourself. Some things are too personal to be left to others. She looked at Jaime thoughtfully for a moment, her meal suddenly feeling like a rock in her stomach.

Don't think about it. Not now. Business to take care of.

"Well then ... first off, I think we've said too much here already. If we've missed a bug ... dammit. Sloppy. You always seem to put my head in a spin, boy. I forget myself. I suggest any further discussions take place where I can guarantee privacy."

She looked around nervously for a moment, feeling cold all over again. "Perhaps it's time I went home, yes? And possibly, you with me? There are those two events coming up after all ..."

"I think it may look suspicious if we left in the middle of the tour, especially since I'msupposed to be the head of security. And don't worry about bugs. There are none, I already knew."

"Right then. How much more do we have to look forward to? I'm afraid the topic at hand has now made me increasingly twitchy."

And then some.

"I say we do it quick, and quietly. It's obvious he's been under a lot of stress of late. Heat attack. In his sleep. Let him go peacefully. With all of your contacts, I'm certain you can hush up any undue investigations, yes? If not, there are other more difficult, but plausible solutions I may have access to."

What is going on? I got lost...damn golf games take up too much time.

(dinner wrapped up - you're doing whatever you want, others have gone up to their rooms at the hotel we drove to)

"A lot of what we're going to see isn't military any longer. It's going to be calmer, better. More like the theatre we had today than the stuff we saw yesterday."

"And yes ... In his sleep. Plus, I can plant evidence to frame Black Hand."

She nods approvingly. "Always good to have your target chosen. Someone always has to take the fall in case."

It chilled her somewhat, talking like this, with the thoughts she'd been having of late. Sitting here, plotting and scheming with him like this ... what had changed? And why couldn't it have always been more this way?

Need to wait. See what happens.

He suddebnly put a hand to his forehead. "Sitting here like this ... reminds me of ..."

"Of what?" she prompts, brow furrowing slightly more.

"Bloody hell ... Reminds me of the days ..."

Victor and Michelle got seperate rooms. Vic made a few calls back to Ruhr, to check on things. The World Court was finally trying Dante for his crimes against humanity, NATO was getting some resistance in North Korea, and the 1st Arctic Fleet was now 30% complete.

Michelle, on the other hand, was sitting restlessly on the balcony, observing the city. She decided to go find Eriksen.

(ooc - Haraki, darlin, yer killing me with the one line bits. My rp skills are dying a slow and painful death here. Seriously. There's nothing wrong with writing up a good bit, then letting the other respond. Forum rp is kinda funny that way, unlike rl or instant message/chat room rp, where this sort of thing works well. I can only prompt so many times without looking a complete idiot - at this point, too late. *chuckles* I've tried and tried to hint at it ic'ly too, but to no avail. Please, for the love ... work with me here, boyo!)

(ooc - Haraki, darlin, yer killing me with the one line bits. My rp skills are dying a slow and painful death here. Seriously. There's nothing wrong with writing up a good bit, then letting the other respond. Forum rp is kinda funny that way, unlike rl or instant message/chat room rp, where this sort of thing works well. I can only prompt so many times without looking a complete idiot - at this point, too late. *chuckles* I've tried and tried to hint at it ic'ly too, but to no avail. Please, for the love ... work with me here, boyo!)

ooc :Nath, nothing like a mud for realtime rp. I think that's why Ruhr RP's his oneline conversations. :)

(ooc - Haraki, darlin, yer killing me with the one line bits. My rp skills are dying a slow and painful death here. Seriously. There's nothing wrong with writing up a good bit, then letting the other respond. Forum rp is kinda funny that way, unlike rl or instant message/chat room rp, where this sort of thing works well. I can only prompt so many times without looking a complete idiot - at this point, too late. *chuckles* I've tried and tried to hint at it ic'ly too, but to no avail. Please, for the love ... work with me here, boyo!)

Haraki RPs like this:

You post, he gives you a little to counter, and then you have to get into his skin.

In other words, he makes you work until finds something he likes to work with.

OOC: SOrry, I'm kinda distracted at the moment. I'll do my best.

IC:

Jaime sighed.

I remember so much ... That I don't want to. Too many times I did just this, what I'm doing now. I would sit in a hotel room, calmly planning some operation, until I would execute it ... Then I'd very calmly kill the person. No remorse. No regrets. Many times I didn't even know why I was doing it. I just got the call, and went out to earn my pay.

"But times were different then ..." he whispered out loud.

Back then I had a partner ... Until she ... And then I got out of that. Back to regular duty. They thought I couldn't do it anymore, those bastards... They were wrong.

"Times were very different ..."

The world was different. Haraki was not liked. Haraki was hated. I had to do my job, or the country would have been destroyed. Enough petty people I killed to protect the country. Without ever getting credit, without anyone ever knowing I even did it. I even never knew why I did it. I'd get the call, I'd make a plan, and I'd execute it.

"I had to do what I did..."

But I won't do it anymore. I can, and I will if I need to, but I can't believe I'm doing this, right now.

OOC: SOrry, I'm kinda distracted at the moment. I'll do my best.

IC:

Jaime sighed.

I remember so much ... That I don't want to. Too many times I did just this, what I'm doing now. I would sit in a hotel room, calmly planning some operation, until I would execute it ... Then I'd very calmly kill the person. No remorse. No regrets. Many times I didn't even know why I was doing it. I just got the call, and went out to earn my pay.

"But times were different then ..." he whispered out loud.

Back then I had a partner ... Until she ... And then I got out of that. Back to regular duty. They thought I couldn't do it anymore, those bastards... They were wrong.

"Times were very different ..."

The world was different. Haraki was not liked. Haraki was hated. I had to do my job, or the country would have been destroyed. Enough petty people I killed to protect the country. Without ever getting credit, without anyone ever knowing I even did it. I even never knew why I did it. I'd get the call, I'd make a plan, and I'd execute it.

"I had to do what I did..."

But I won't do it anymore. I can, and I will if I need to, but I can't believe I'm doing this, right now.

You see, Lady Nathicana, all you need to do is touch his nerves a little...then he will respond.

(didn't mean to sound harsh, truly - I don't mind waiting for posts. *smiles* EXCELLENTLY done, btw! And I can understand distractions - have more than a few here as well. Is easier to respond to a more comprehensive post when I sit down here, than little tiny ones all the time is all. Thankies, and sorry if I sounded a touch demanding there)


She watched him quietly, remembering what he'd mentioned to her before back in Gothicum all those many days before. He claimed he'd done things. Things he didn't much care for. Things he seemed to think were more than a little distasteful, to say the least.

She'd challenged him then, claiming he did it as his job. As his duty. And she had told him truthfully that her own actions along the same lines had been done because she wanted to, and for her own gains.

Nathi still didn't think he believed her. And watching the anquish on his face now, she was even more convinced that actions aside ... they were nothing alike in their motivations. Nor did she share his apparent remorse over them.

Reaching out, she placed her fingertips gently alongside his cheek. "If this bothers you so ... then we'll speak nothing more of it. I don't want you taking any part in this, Jaime. And I want you to forget if you can, that we ever spoke of it."

Michelle walked to the elevator, I am certain that the concierge could help me locate his room. Two men were in the next elevator going up, one with a dull blue uniform on, and the other was a hotel employee wearing a white dress shirt, a red vest, and black pants. He had a cart with him, with silverware and what looked like a large meal. The other man looked like a maintainence man, with a toolbox in his left hand and a radio on his belt. The radio flickered with traffic, anything from broken TVs to clogged drains. And I sit healthily in Ruhrian hands, while these people work for a living, I might want to be a little more grateful for what I have, taking it all in.

The top floor was where the Concierge was located, she walked down the hallway and into an open area, like a living room for the guests, and found a man sitting behind a desk infront of a window. "Hello, I am Michelle Firestorm, I am looking for Ren Eriksen's room."

"Good evening Miss Firestorm, welcome to Haraki," he said with an optomistic tone as he plugged the basic information into the computer. "Ahh, here we are. He is in room 1178, 11th floor, take a right off the elevator and then another right.

"Thank you, sir."

"No ... No, it's not this."

It's what this reminds me of. It reminds me of what happeneed back then. And I can't imagine watching that happen ... Not again ...

"I've gone on enough missions like this to know what I have to do, what I have to think."

But I watched her die before my eyes ... Just because she was my backup, and I can't imagine watching that happen again. Afvter my partner died I was switched out of that division ... But can I still do it?

"Yes..."

"No ... No, it's not this."

It's what this reminds me of. It reminds me of what happeneed back then. And I can't imagine watching that happen ... Not again ...

"I've gone on enough missions like this to know what I have to do, what I have to think."

But I watched her die before my eyes ... Just because she was my backup, and I can't imagine watching that happen again. Afvter my partner died I was switched out of that division ... But can I still do it?

"Yes..."


Sorry all, I will RP Michelle later tonight. Gotta go run some errands.

-Ruhr-

"Yes?" She looked at him, confused. "Yes, we'll leave this alone? Or ..."

What is going on in that head of yours, boy ... what aren't you telling me this time?

"Jaime ... is there anything you want, or need to tell me?" she asked softly. She was truly concerned, even as she worked to try and keep her emotions out of it.

He always had this effect on her. Ever since he'd walked so casually into her life, her emotions had plagued her decisions, in far too many instances.

He's made me weak. Taken away my edge. Turned me into a damned bleeding heart, so help me he has.

She didn't like her options. And she most definitely did not want to think about them now.

He took a breath and told her. "I used to work for the HIA Black Ops team. I killed more people than I can count, and none of them ever saw it coming. I spent two years as a heartless killing machine. I would get a call, make a plan and kill some person I'd never heard of."

"Then one day they assigned me a partner. I was adamant against it. Her name was Laura Sharpe. I hated having a partner for so long until I got to know her. We made an unstoppable team, until one day, about a year after we started working, we were betrayed. Walked into a trap. I watched her killed before my eyes. I managed to escape after a short while, but as soon as I got back I had to undergo a trial to see whether or not I was the traitor. I wasn't."

"I got kicked off the Black Ops team. Sent into the regular HIA again. I don't know why. This's been running through my mind."

As she listened to him talk about his past, she found herself both that much more attracted to him at that moment ... and yet, withdrawing.

He lost his edge too. And even though he's still capable ... She was all too familiar with the inner turmoil he seemed to have so often, though this was the first time he'd gone into this much detail. This, it would seem, explained a lot.

"Did you care for her, Jaime?" she asked in a soft voice.

Oh yes ... could explain a number of things.

"Yes. Kind of. At the time I didn't know how I felt about her. She died more than twelve years ago."

After that ... I almost gave up on life. I'd lost the job I was so good at, my best friend, and everyone's trust, which I had to very slowly regain. But I held on. I didn't let myself fall there.

"I;m sorry I didn't tell you this earlier. But it ... pained me to tell anyone."

"We all have our pasts." she said, shrugging slightly. "I'm sure you know by now my history with lovers well enough, and you've never called me on it." She winced. Probably not the time for that, but he'd reminded her.

"I'm sorry for bringing all this up again for you, Jaime. And I'm sorry for your loss, and the pain you went through. I've ... never really had that experience," she continued more gently.

True enough ... my past lovers were tools. Playthings. Idle amusements to pass the time. Even Devon, though he lasted longer than most. Damn his hide for showing up again now. I moved too slow there. He was the only one smart enough to get past me. And Jaime ... only one to break me down. And damn him for it too.

She was unsure of how to go on. She remembered back to when she thought the terrorists had killed him. How she'd been locked away, trapped in c-space while her body healed. How she'd cried til she couldn't anymore on Shodey's shoulder.

And even so, I've thought to ... The conflicting emotions had her feeling ill. The rich meal they'd enjoyed previously didn't help. Once again, she felt what was coming to be all too familiar. Something she had at one time mastered ignoring. Guilt.

Since I am on for a minute, I wanted to show my appreciation for these longer posts. In turn, I will try to make mine as detailed as possible. I have short amounts of time however, due to my North Korean War, and the developement of two other RP ideas involving Menelmacari Florida.

Good Job, all of you, especially Lady Nathicana.

I won't be on till around 11:00PM EST tonight, family obligations. In turn, please don't leave me behind and perhaps once or twice include my name...just to let everyone know I am still around.

-Ruhr-



Oh yes, and Haraki...shh...Dani will be attacking Ruhr tonight, so I will be staging a massive war effort at home. After that, she will begin her work in North Korea so do not ignore that. Don't tell her: Why are you doing this? Instead commence attacks on her troops, I will telegram you with information on what to do when I get back tonight. Sorry for Hijacking, as Dread Lady Nathicana has said already in this thread: I hijack too much.

He nodded and said several words. " In that case, consider yourself lucky."

Laura was an unphaseable field agent. Even when everything screwed up, she still had control of the situation. She was always the calm one of us. When I had to watch her forced to her knees, shaking from what they'd put her through, her hands trembling in front of her, and me restrained ... And then I watched that heartless bastard just put a gun to her head and ...

He closed his eyes, not wanting to relive the moment any more. How he'd been driven into a rage that had caused him to demolish the entire enemy force. How he'd broken free of the four men restraining him, killing them with his bare hands in the process, barely able to control what he was doing.

He'd come out of the process without even realizing he had six bullets in his chest, and one that had gone right through his neck.

It's bad. Whatever it is, it is really, really bad. Dammit.

Her face mirrors her concern for him as she reaches out to lay her hand over his, gently giving it a squeeze.

Ah, Jaime ... I was lucky. Right up until you. Now I'm not sure if it's luck, or payback for all the things I've done to have you here with me now.

The look on his face ... the way he held himself as he sat there in silence ... A strong sense of foreboding filled her, even as she leaned in to kiss him tenderly, not saying a word.

He put his arms around her as she kissed him, kissing her back and allowing himself to smile.

What did I do to get you, Nath? What did I do to get you as my reward? Al I can think of is bad...

He stopped his thoughts there, blocking out the memories once more, as he had done for so long, and simply allowing himself to fade back to here and now, with Nathi, the woman he loved.

Not knowing what else to do, and not wanting to keep thinking the thoughts she had been, she wraps her arms around him, somehow managing to slip onto his lap and pressing herself close against him.

Her kisses became more deep, more passionate, driven partly by the mix of emotions raging through her, and partly by the odd effect his admissions of cold-blooded killings and risky missions had on her. She had always been thrilled at the dangerous ... the challenge. And usually, he showed her only the tender, protective side of himself that a small part of her had secretly longed for.

Don't think ... just don't think right now. Tomorrow doesn't matter. For here, for now ... he's mine, she thought. And for here, and now ... I'm his.

Keeping his arms tightly around her and kissing her, he pulled her in close with his arms, bringing her right up against him, still kissing her.

"God, I love you," he murmurs softly to her.

Don't ... oh please don't ...

She murmurs something unintelligible against his lips as she kisses him, a tear managing to slide down her cheek as she closes her eyes, trying to just lose herself in the moment. Her hands fumble with his shirt, the rest of her body making her intentions unmistakeable.

Nathi raises her fingers to press gently against his lips, whispering a soft "Shhh ... " near his ear.

Michelle walked back through the hallway to the elevator room. She pressed the down button, a small white arrow facing downward. Of the three cars, the one on the right opened and the light glowed, incase you did not hear the bell.

http://www.ufhotel.com/rooms/042300-lobby3.jpg

She hit the button on the right side, 11. The doors closed, and the copper frame glistened in the 100 watt bulb. The elevator made a low, hydraulic noise as it descended several stories (OOC Note: I don't know how big the building is, just assume it is more than 15 stories). A second bell rang, as the doors slowly opened. Michelle stepped out of the elevator, quickly looking right, then left, then right again, as she does in Ruhr when crossing a road. (OOC Note: If you did not catch that, Ruhr has backwards roads like England...hahaha) The floor, as much of the rest of the hotel, was grand with stone floors and elegant trim. She walked right, turning onto the wing of the hotel which harboured Eriksen's room. After walking down several hundred feet, she came to room 1178. Unsure of what she should do, she hesitated, and thought:

What do I say? 'Hey, Captain...what's going on?' ; 'Can I clean your gun?' ; perhaps I should say 'What are you doing this evening?'

The door suddenly opened, and it caught her off guard. Michelle jumped back and hit the wall opposite of the door, "Geez! You scared me!" She tried to keep her voice down while still expressing anger.

"Sorry, I heard someone walking and stopping, so I came to check it out and you were here. Why are you here?"

"I got lonely," she answered. Damnit! That's not what I wanted to say! 'Can I clean your gun?' would have been a better choice.

"Well, come on in." She entered the room, it was very tidy. I don't keep my room this clean, yet alone a hotel room. They walked out to the balcony where Michelle sat opposite of Eriksen while still being able to catch a glimpse of the city's view.

Jaime nodded, raising a hand to wipe the tear from her cheek gently. "Please don't cry..." he murmured.

---

Eriksen took a breath, looking into Michelle's eyes. Moments earlier, before he answered the door, he had been sitting there enjoying the view. Now he was having a hard time taking is eyes off Michelle.

OOC: The building's over 100 stories.

Wow, that was actually a long trip...thank god for express elevators...

IC: Michelle noticed that Eriksen had been staring at her, she wanted to tease him. She didn't look back until he offered her a drink, "Do you want me to order us something from room service? Wine? Appetizers?"

"Sure, you pick. I am not too hungry, but a drink will be nice."

"Hmm..."

Eriksen reached for the phone, picking it up and listening for a moment. "Hello. Front Desk? ... No, not security ... Did you ehar me? I don't want security! ... Are you deaf or something?" Look, I'll try my call again."

He hung up, sighed, and picked it up again. "Hello, front desk? ... Security? WHat? No! I don't need security! Get me the front desk! ... Well what do you mean you can't? ... Oh, I see ... I'll try again, thank you."

He hung up again, sighed, and picked up again, this time dialing '422' and then raising it to his ear. "Hello, front desk? Oh good. Thank you, could you have room service deliver a bottle of fine red wine to room 1178? Thank you."

"Having a lot of trouble there, huh captain?"

"I guess so, shouldn't be long they said."

"Ok, how do you like the trip so far?"

"Its better than working, thanks for getting me out of my training for a while. This is like a working vacation for me, I am 'protecting' you all while relaxing."

"I am glad to hear that. I hope Jaime won't take this week as those vacation days you have built up."

"Yeah..." this time, Michelle gazed (SP?) into his eyes. Eriksen took no notice, enjoying the moment.

"Ah no,. I agreed with him they wouldn't, since I'm technically working. I still get my vacation."

There were footsteps at the door. By the time the knock came, Eriksen was opening the door and receiving the wine from room service.

"What kind of wine is it, Sierra?"

OOC: I want you to pick out a bottle, year, vineyard, location, type. Don't say: 2000 Red Vineyard Merlot from Nappa Valley.

"I don't know, I was never much good at wine," he replies, handing it to her.

OOC Translation: Means I don't know much about wine either.

OK, I will get one for you. LOL, Haraki....I thought you would be better at this by now...

BRB, I need to go choose one at random from my Dad's winecellar.

I know you are going to hate me for doing this, but I chose one that ended up being very similar to my example.

2000 Sterling Vineyards Merlot Reserve from Napa Valley...lol...sorry...

IC: "Ooooh, I have never had this one before, but I read that it is very good."

"Well, I hope so." Eriksen continued to open the bottle since the waiter did not do it for him. He poured two glasses, each equally generous. He handed one glass to Michelle, who swirled it around checking the legs in what little light there was left. She took a small sip, and nodded in approval.

She giggled, "good choice, Captain."

He chuckled. "I didn't pick it, I just ordered their best wine."

He sipped his, and smiled. "You're right, it is good."

"You missed that subtle joke, as you have missed many things." She takes her finger and places it on his shirt where a drip of wine had stained it. "Oh well, can't win them all, can you Captian?"

"Nope."

"Perhaps you should take off that shirt and put it in for dry-cleaning."

He chuckled and pulled it off. "I think you're right."

This left him in his tight-fitting T-Shirt.

"Ahh, there...all better now." She scooted her chair a little closer to his, and took another glass of wine. "This is good wine?"

"Yes," he replied...come on, get to it, Michelle.

"It needs something else, a feeling...I guess."

He nodded slowly, smiling. "I think I know what you mean. It does need something else."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

Jaime nodded, raising a hand to wipe the tear from her cheek gently. "Please don't cry..." he murmured.

"I'm not," she lied. "Now shush ... enough talk. I don't want to think about anything right now but this." She kissed him again, her hands working his shirt off of his strong shoulders.

"What do you suggest, Sierra One?" She said, as she gently ran her hand down his arm.

Jaime nodded. "Mm-hmm."

He put his hands on her shoulders, slowly undoing her shirt.

---

Eriksen looked over into her face, smiling. "I don't know, what do you suggest, Miss Firestorm?" he asked playfully.

She lifted her arms, while thrusting forward her shoulders and chest. She gave a short yawn, forced, and then spoke softly, "Perhaps we should retire to a bed?"

"Yes, could be a good idea..."

OOC: Sorry for hijacking the thread, but why won't you help me in my civil war?

OOC2: Okay, hijack over.

Michelle got up, not pulling up her already loose pants, leaving her blue thong openly displayed. Eriksen followed closely behind, he brought in what was left of the wine. After closing the door and blinds, he lit a candle on one of the tables. Michelle laid down on the bed, stretching her arms above her.

Eriksen set the wine down on the table where he had lit the candle, and moved closer to the bed. He pulled off his dark glasses, which he hadn't even realized he still had on, and set them down on the table, lying down on the bed and putting his arms around hers.

She responded in kind, and wrapped her legs around his. She forced herself to roll over ontop of him, and then leaning closer to his face.

He leaned his face up, kissing her passionately.

[and ... censored blur, neh?]

He leaned his face up, kissing her passionately.

[and ... censored blur, neh?]


Not yet...but hold on...going thruogh a flashback here...

OOC: *raised eyebrow* Flashback?

Michelle wispered in his ears, "is this fine with you?"

"Yes, it is."

"OK," she said as she pulled off his undershirt. After she removed it, she ran her hands over his body and continued kissing him.

OOC: *raised eyebrow* Flashback?

Just soakin' up memories...

Eriksen smiled, kissing her, and using his hands to undo her shirt.

She sat up for a minute, and helped him remove the shirt, exposing her bra and body. She laid back down, and continued kissing him.

Jaime nodded. "Mm-hmm."
He put his hands on her shoulders, slowly undoing her shirt.


She chuckled softly, teasingly, and wriggled her shoulders out, helping him with it.

And the rest was lost in sighs and whispers.

(umm ... I'd think cut before we get censored. *impish grin & a blush*)

OOC: I propose we censor both scenes and skip to morning.

She chuckled softly, teasingly, and wriggled her shoulders out, helping him with it.

And the rest was lost in sighs and whispers.

(umm ... I'd think cut before we get censored. *impish grin & a blush*)


...chuckled...


USE A DIFFERENT WORD!!!!!!!!!!!

(hey ... Ruhr ... chill out, boy. And um ... yeah. Morning is good. *grin*)

Laughed is a very good synonym for *Chuckled*

OOC: THIS ISN'T THREAD HI-JACKING!!! I want to know if it's true that Haraki has left NS. Do any of you know? Dread Lady? Ruhr?

Not forever.

Woah, Dregruk, calm down ... I didn't leave forever. I went for a 17-day vacation. There's a subtle difference.

Woah, Dregruk, calm down ... I didn't leave forever. I went for a 17-day vacation. There's a subtle difference.

OOC: I was wondering where you went :wink:

Okay, i'm done disrupting your topic.

HARAKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah? I'm back early, Ruhr.

Miss me?

Of course...not...

Anyways, you are here just in time to see the fireworks go off. The Korean War will resume shortly, depends upon how much the Coalition needs me.

Anyways...good to see you back.

What happened with NK while I was gone?

What happened with NK while I was gone?

We...I mean Ur, froze that war so we...NATO...can partake in the Melkor Wars.

Actually, the Melkor wars are turning out to be a load of crap due to the god-moding and lack of losses. The style:

I shoot 500 torpedos at your fleet. Take losses.

That is crap...I am going back in with a new system....and a new battle tactic. I am going in from behind.

Also, Haraki...you can't have 1200 fighters up at once...I suggest once the North Korean War reboots...that you take down that and start individual RPing like the rest of us.

Ah, I was feeling (back then) like, for once, actually fighting with massive numbers instead of characters. Well, scratch that idea, I've satisfied myself for the next half-year on that front.

Yeah...I see...if you wanted to do that...you should have signed up for the Melkor Wars. :roll:

Anyways, report to the Forum, we (NATO) will begin planning.

Hmmm, guess we will continue soon??? Or shall we start an open tour of Ruhr?