|
RP Time: OST
Population: XX Nations Technology: Post/Modern
|
![]() Founder: Dom | Prime Minister: Vacant| RP Ministers: Vacant ..:: YOUR NEWS : 16 OCT '14 ::.. ***Things That Happened, Did*** |
![]() |
| Welcome to Caprecian Continents. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Prison Break | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 20 2013, 02:26 PM (701 Views) | |
| Lines | Jun 24 2013, 09:07 AM Post #16 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
"Indeed," came the voice through the intercom on the desk. "I hope you've enjoyed your stay in my realm so far... Sir Diogenes, was it?" Soren chuckled, before letting out a sigh. "Governor Lyke has informed me somewhat on the situation. You and your faction seek our aid, correct? In the form of equipment and funds? And this... gentlemen you have shown the governor, is he involved in your faction, or is he simply a pawn?" |
![]() |
|
| Osafune | Jun 24 2013, 09:50 AM Post #17 |
|
Large State
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"I'm assuming you are referring to Melas, Alfred's grandson. Melas is... well, I don't know if you can really he say he's involved. If he does in fact have some Bonde blood in him, we thought you would be interested. We bring this matter forward to you as goodwill gesture, and one that would hopefully reassure you of our intentions." |
![]() |
|
| Lines | Jun 24 2013, 10:04 AM Post #18 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
"It's interesting, nonetheless," Soren answered. "Melas is his name.... Hmm... Well, you'll be contacted by Black Guild agents in the region soon enough. I believe we've a submarine with operatives near your country... perhaps they'll be able to assist in extracting the boy and taking him to Southerland. Alfred's son will make his way as well, and Lyke shall ensure the resources are there to test them. "Now, let us discuss the extent of our aid, shall we? I've heard your comrade's argument, though I'm skeptical how much of it was from the heart. However, one can't gain without giving.... Tell me, what is you need?" |
![]() |
|
| Osafune | Jun 24 2013, 12:19 PM Post #19 |
|
Large State
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"I think a better question would be what are you willing to offer," Diogenes said. "Frankly, we need a little bit of everything. Guns, money, people, you name it. But if things go as planned, none of that may be our primary need. It would be prolonged political support. We don't think the Iron Accords nations would tolerate it if we won and Fanaitis and the Directorate fell. "I can understand your skepticism. After all, Admiral Osafenes is one of the Directors and there really isn't any way for you to know he isn't trying to pull a fast one just to seize power for himself. That is why, as soon as I'm back in Tyras, we plan on formally announcing our interim administration of the country. One in which I will become President while Admiral Osafenes take on my current role. I may be the defense minister now, but I am still a relative outsider, as I am just that in title only as the Directorate and previously Deimonides made most of the decisions." |
![]() |
|
| Lines | Jun 24 2013, 12:41 PM Post #20 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
"Mm... I believe I shall recognize this conflict as an internal affair, Sir Diogenes. At least, officially. This signifies that your country, as the Commonwealth sees it, is a state of civil discord, internal discord. Officially, this means that the Commonwealth will not intervene and that we will frown on any interventions. "Of course, in the background, we will be supplying you with the funds necessary to obtain what is necessary, and perhaps lose a few operatives along the way. "However, the recognition, and the announcement that will come with it, shall make it explicitly clear that the Commonwealth will intervene should other powers find it appropriate to force their will on Tyras. Hopefully, this will discourage the Iron nations from taking overt action... if it doesn't... well, let us hope they've intelligence, shall we? "On that note, do you believe you would be capable of winning without foreign intervention?" |
![]() |
|
| Osafune | Jun 24 2013, 01:30 PM Post #21 |
|
Large State
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"One look at the map and you'll see that the leadership of both of the fascist factions are almost trapped. The capital city, sitting on the tip of a peninsula, with the exception of one sliver of land is surrounded by water that we control. Of the three factions, we are probably the weakest, and for that reason the almost completely disregard us. We are free to strike at will, and we will strike, when the time is right. "To answer your question, I think we could. As long as the IA also doesn't intervene against us, anyway." |
![]() |
|
| Lines | Jun 24 2013, 01:56 PM Post #22 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
"I see... Well, I'll arrange for grand affairs on my end. A Black Guild agent will arrive within the hour to coordinate extraction plans for... Melas. However, I've one more question... what do you intend, should the Iron nations invade?" ((OOC: Anyway, I think this is enough talk. I'll post the thing after your reply... and then we can extract the guy? You probably have something planned for it, so just spawn around twelve highly-trained special ops guys who got to the prison via submarine; could be extracted in much the same way, no? I'll take over, once they're on the sub.)) |
![]() |
|
| Osafune | Jun 25 2013, 10:37 AM Post #23 |
|
Large State
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"We haven't planned that far in advance, quite frankly. The Iron Accords didn't even exist when we decided that we had to do something. No one really expected Deimonides to live this long. But I can tell you that I personally wouldn't just roll over and let them walk on us, turning us into a puppet, and I doubt the Admiral would either." |
![]() |
|
| Lines | Jun 25 2013, 12:33 PM Post #24 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
"Excellent, then," Soren returned. "You can expect Commonwealth assist, should the Iron nations find themselves bold enough to attempt to subdue you. Good luck, Sir." The line dropped with a click, though Lyke soon slid to fill the void. "The Black Guild building is a few blocks down the street. They'll be here within a half hours, most likely." The man served the foreign a cup of tea, gesturing to the seat him across him. ((OOC: Anyway, whatever, just do your bit. I'll post the other bit in the other thread. >_> )) |
![]() |
|
| Osafune | Jun 25 2013, 01:42 PM Post #25 |
|
Large State
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
In the ceiling in the center of the cell was a small vent. Kostas had used their bunks as a ladder to climb up and pry the grate off with the toilet's flusher which he now sat on the top bunk. "Are you sure about this?" Melas asked, looking at the camera that has kept a constant eye on them for as long as they've been there. "I'm sure I'm sure." Kostas made a leap off the bed and managed to grab hold of something in the shaft to use to pull himself up with. When Melas climbed up, he saw there was nothing but the edge where the shaft turned from vertical to horizontal. The size of the gate belied the true size of the vent, making it look bigger than what it really was. But Melas didn't really figure out how narrow it was until he tried to make the same leap as Kostas and almost flubbed it. His right shoulder hit the opening and only the tips of his left fingers made it, but it was enough and he managed to bring his other hand up to get a good hold. But there was still getting passed that sudden 90 degree bend in the shaft. With how narrow the shaft was, it didn't seem possible, but Kostas had some how pulled it off. And not without a significant effort and enough grunting and kicking against the sides to wake up the occupants of every cell the vent connected with, Melas made it over too. Kostas assured him before opening the grate that the networks in the prison had been hacked. Instead of seeing an empty cell, they would see pre-recorded footage from two weeks ago of the two of them going about their usual business. When nobody came busting in after Kostas removed the grate, Melas started to think that maybe he wasn't so crazy after all. That maybe he did have contacts with the outside and that this plan of his had a chance of success. Melas followed him silently through the vents. There were further 90 degree'ers but they only took one of them, plus the one that actually dropped them down in their destination: the armory. Kostas caught him by the shoulders as he slid straight down, allowing him to let his feet plop down firmly on the floor. "Bet you've never been so glad to be so hungry before, huh Prince?" "If I wasn't hungry, then I'd probably still be back home living a normally life right now." From not too far away, in the pitch-black of the armory came a voice. "Aww, don't want to be our friends anymore?" The heavy Iofoni accent made the voice impossible to not recognize as Goukouni from the cell next door, more commonly known as just Gouk. "Anybody else here already, Gouk?" Melas asked. "Yes, a couple more in the back." |
![]() |
|
| Osafune | Jun 27 2013, 12:16 PM Post #26 |
|
Large State
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Sometime after the Dagroth talks onboard the Stoicheio The concrete walls gave off a small vibration. One could easily miss it if everyone weren't dead silent and motionless. The quiet was soon interupted by the blare of sirens. "That was the Stoicheio!" Kostas said. By this point the talks with the Dagroth have ended and the Stoicheio and her sister ship have made it to their destination: Vathys Chezo. "Everyone ready?" Melas asked. His eyes weren't adjusted enough to the light to see all of them, but by intuition he could feel the good vibrations in the air caused by their nods. Six other prisoners, Melas being the seventh, had crawled through the ventalation shafts to the armory to conduct their part of the liberation operation. Melas, the only one with any practicaly military experience, had been effectively appointed their commander. In addition to leading, he also had to give some of them a basic rundown on the weapons they would be using. And in addition to their guns, each would be armed head to toe in the same bullet-proof armor the prison guards would be wearing as well. "Then let's go, give me the key, Kostas." Kostas passed the key card to the armory to Melas. He swiped it, there was a click made almost inaudible by the sirens, and a flashing green LED above the slot. He kicked the door open and ran through, instinctively checking his right going through the threshold, and eliminating a door guard who seemed to have hadn't had time to even register what happened with a load of shot to the face. Kostas came out behind him and began spraying rounds from his assault rifle down the hallway at the patrolling guards. "No time to waste, head to the nest!" Melas ordered the other five. The "Crow's Nests" are small rooms up above and over looking the larger chamber comprising all of the cells for a given wing. In those rooms were controls for unlocking and opening all of the cell doors for the wing. On the outside, the Stoicheio, using heat vision, saw among all of the chaos from among the prison garrison, 24 or so bodies climbing out of the sea and over the prison walls that encircled most of the complex.[/b] Edited by Osafune, Jun 27 2013, 12:16 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| Osafune | Jun 29 2013, 01:29 PM Post #27 |
|
Large State
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
A squad of marines landed on Chezo from a helicopter belonging to the Stoicheio's sister ship, and the Lanlanian operatives had begun engaging prison guards. As the prison was garrisoned primarily by National Guard troops, their numbers had been reduced to a bare minimum by the Direcorate so as to fight Fanaitalite troops elsewhere. Now they faced a multi-fronted assault from the inside and out, their defenses could at best be considered schizophrenic. The alarm that sounded when the Stoicheio began to shell the prison had ended, but another, shriller one went off signalling that Gouk and the others had reached the crow's nest and flipped the switch. "The armory doors are wide open!" his voice announced over the speakers. "If you want to stay free of those cells, go take up arms!" Now Melas and Kostas would expect to see a flood of liberated prisoners marching down the hall to the armory, chomping at the bit to do more than just riot. "That's our signal to go, Prince," Kostas said. He and Melas went to rendezvous with Goukouni and the others in the crows nest, and from there on to B Wing. From the armory to the nest and from the nest to B Wing they encountered no further guards. Melas didn't know if they had fallen back after realizing all of this wings prisoner's had been turned loose or if they thought one of the other fronts were more important. It was odd seeing no guards around or, in fact, anybody else with a gun, at least besides them. Until they ran into a group of soldiers sporting distinctively non-Tyrian camo. "Weapons down, hands in the air!" the lead said in Jandrean and each had their guns squared on Melas's little squad. "No worries, these are the good guys," Kostas said as he obliged the demand. He nodded his head towards Melas, and also in Jandrean said back, "He's the one you're looking for." The mystery soldier stared at Melas's face for several inaudible seconds. Eventually he must have come to the conclusion that Kostas was correct. "Alright, you, come with us." he said after turning his rifle away. Melas had no idea who these soldiers were or what they came for, and judging by the mixed looks of fear and confusion on everyone else's face, except for Kostas's, they didn't either. Since Kostas seemed to be the only one of them to know what was going on, he asked him, "Kostas, what the hell is going on?" "You'll know soon enough, Prince. Just trust me and go with them." |
![]() |
|
| Lines | Jun 29 2013, 08:26 PM Post #28 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
Länlanians in general didn't like to waste time. The Black Guild agents, each raised a Royal Guard, outright hated it. It was because of this that Operative Gray, identifiable by nothing by the gray bar on his chest, grabbed Melas by the arm and headed back. It was his job to get the target out alive, and into their extraction point. Around him, his comrades--some the same friends he grew up with, others that join later on life--moved to provide the entrance. They'd already cut a path through the defenders once, and it wasn't difficult to slice through the token resistance again. The majority of the already skeleton crew was distracted, after all, attempting to subdue the growing prison rebellion. The Länlanians were quiet as they worked their way out back to the coast, occasionally crossing paths with another surprised defenders. It wasn't long before the team made it out of the facility and to the coast... where the now-thirteen gentlemen hopped onto an inflatable motorboat and disappeared into the darkness. If anyone ever searched, they might find a sunken, deflated motorboat nearly a kilometer from the coast, where the Länlanians sunk their vehicles and dove the thirty meters into the torpedo tubes of their parent submarine. Despite the breathing device, Melas was a little out of breath when he fell onto the torpedo room floor. Operative Grey had helped him through the tube, and stood watching over the young man. Around him, the rest of the team was taking off their masks and equipment, taking breaths and letting their bodies calm. They'd been trained for these kind of operations--and had even carried them out before--though it didn't prevent the natural rush of adrenaline that pumped into the human body when excited. Without their masks, however, their identities were clearer. It didn't hurt that a few spoke in Länlanian among themselves, before chuckling and heading out of the room. "Welcome, Prince," Operative Grey chuckled, "among your ancestors." Sorendag, Southerland Two Days Later The trip was less exciting after that. After a briefing of the situation--he was a very valuable asset to the Commonwealth--on the submarine, Melas had retreated to an assigned, private bunk. Food was delivered to him there, while a guard had stood outside his door. He'd been kept there, for the several hours it took the submarine to reach less hostile waters. The transfer there had been easy as well, with Melas being lifted into a helicopter and taken onto a patrolling cruiser group. He was allowed a shower there and handed an ensign uniform, before having another briefing with a second Länlanian Captain. This man didn't seem to know much, however, aside from his destination: Southerland, and his ride: another helicopter. It seemed the Länlanians were in a hurry, having taken the trouble to negotiate air transit with the Irenicalese nations between the Sovren and Southerland. The helicopter flew directly to Southerland, as well, and his escorts had to nudge Melas awake when they landed in the palace courtyard. He was allowed another shower and real clothes, before he finally came face-to-face with the Governor, a nurse, and the Länlanian monarch himself. "Well, well," Soren giggled on-screen as he studied the young man. "So you're my potential cousin." He gave the boy a one-over, before shifting his attention to Lyke. The Governor was just within view of the webcamera, though quickly moved into a better position. "Have the nurse take his blood-sample. My uncle's and his son's have arrived, correct?" "Yes sire," Lyke returned. "They're already at the lab." He nodded, glancing at the nurse. She moved towards Melas, having him take a seat and quickly getting to work. Lyke returned to his position beside the computer screen, allowing Soren and Melas to make contact again. "Have you enjoyed your journey, Melas?" Edited by Lines, Jun 29 2013, 08:29 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| Osafune | Jun 30 2013, 12:39 PM Post #29 |
|
Large State
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"I guess. Never been on a submarine before, that was interesting," Melas was sort of at a loss for words. Fighting his way out of prison, learning that he perhaps had a claim to the Tyrric throne, thinking he's being impressed into Lanlanian naval service when they handed him a uniform, talking with the man the old government tried to condition everyone into thinking was the devil incarnate, and perhaps being cousins with said devil incarnate was a bit overwhelming. More so than the trip, he was enjoying being out of that damned gray jumpsuit all prisoners wore and being able to eat actual food instead of the lumpy gruel he was being fed. |
![]() |
|
| Lines | Jun 30 2013, 06:18 PM Post #30 |
![]()
Senior nation
|
Soren nodded, even as the nurse cleaned Melas's arm to take a sample of his blood. "Reasonable," the king replied. "I apologize we rushed you to Southerland, however. But, I'm sure you understand... these are troubled times. It's necessary to maneuver as quickly as possible, to heighten the chance of favorable outcomes." The nurse pierced Melas's arm, proceeding to fill her syringe with his blood. It was just like anyone else's blood, a deep crimson red. "As you're aware," Soren continued, "there's a possibility you're related to my bloodline. We couldn't come across viable blood-samples of your late father, but we could get a hold of his child's. This task has been prioritized, so we should have results within a few hours. "Now, I'm sure your wondering what a relationship to the Bonde Family entails.... Quite frankly, considering your distant and illegitimate status, you are entitled nothing from the Commonwealth. However, you've still similar blood flowing through your veins, and it shouldn't surprise you greatly to hear we've quite a political interest in your... childhood state. "So, should your truly share my ancestral blood, I shall you give you a choice. I could easily arrange for you to have a home somewhere, to live out the rest of your days in quite tranquility. However, I could also arrange for you to head home with... supporters. I don't doubt you've a distaste for it's present government, the same government that imprisoned you on petty charges, and has drive your state into the chaos that plagues it today. "Perhaps with our support, you might come to play a larger role in the revolution, and be able to... nudge it towards your image." |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · The World Stage · Next Topic » |
| Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
8:24 PM Jul 11
|
|
|
|
edge created by tiptopolive of ifsz




















![]](http://z1.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)
8:24 PM Jul 11