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| The Grand Ball | |
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| Topic Started: May 5 2008, 02:25 AM (454 Views) | |
| Van Demans Land | May 5 2008, 02:25 AM Post #1 |
El Presidente
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OOC: Completely open, just pretend you got an invite if you wanna turn up. IC: It was finally happening. The invitations had all been sent out. The Grand Hall of Deman was set out to seat thousands of dignitaries and their entourages. It had taken meticulous planning and endless meetings, but it was about to happen. The Grand Hall was three stories tall, with the third story being almost entireley taken up by a massive dome structure, painted on the inside with a glorious history of Van Demans Land and images of its most heroic past rulers. Liz Scipio had been waiting for this moment for months. She was the newly appointed head of the Foriegn Affairs department, and she wanted to start of her job with a big bang to let everyone know who was in charge now. Of course like nearly all of the appointed ministers and higher ups, she had some military training and had a small detachment of troops assigned specially to her command. Today, those troops were guarding exits and entrances of the Grand Hall, making sure only the best of the best of the world were allowed to enter. Recently the new government of Van Demans Land, led by President Carl Barca who could not attend the meeting for personal and business reasons, had encountered a bit of bad press in the international forum, and it had been a nightmare for Liz to try and smooth over so many nations all wanting to anounce boycotts and sanctions agaisnt them. But today was different, today belonged to her. Liz strolled out of the massive column bound door way, and walked to the top of the marble stairway to the enterance. She watched eagerly as the first guest pulled up from the driveway, and let out its dignitaries... But she wasnt the only one watching... Across the road there were eyes eagerly watching and waiting for the perfect oppertunity. And below the hall in the sewers, many teams of men scurried about like rats, all assigned to specific sewer enterances, and assigned with weapons and devices for their tasks. Whatever occured, it would be a ball to remember. |
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| Neo-Etrusca | May 5 2008, 01:33 PM Post #2 |
Like Caligula, WITH STYLE!
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Commodore Dugaul, in a jive for a foriegn relations spurt, exited his motorcade. He looked about and noticed that he was the first person to arrive, but that didn't bother him, it just ment he got to the food bar first. As he stepped out of his limo three cars behind him dispatched a very well dressed serviceman. The Commodores elite personal gaurd. The top soldier from the Menks Militaries 9 most distinguished special forces groups were each included. They followed in rank behind him, shoulder by shoulder. He stepped up to Liz, gave a brief nod, and continued into the ball room. OOC-The Commodore is extremely rude <_< just approach him in the hall and he'll be more inclined to talk. Right now he is just hungry :P |
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| Menhad | May 5 2008, 05:07 PM Post #3 |
ET2(IDW)
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Walter Anderson walked calmly up, and entered the hall. |
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| Ignatius | May 5 2008, 05:59 PM Post #4 |
2nd Lieutenant
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Duke Frederick Malbourne, the brother of King Leopold Amaedo of Belgium, walked coldly into the Grand Hall of Deman flanked by two high-ranking Commissars acting as his personal escort. As the newly appointed head of the Armes Escadron Protecteur, the Belgian Crown's premier military vanguard, Malbourne also played an important role in furthering future Belgian foreign policies throughout the world, and had been ordered to Van Demans Land to curry favor with a potential Asian ally. Scratching his beard thoughtfully, the Duke gazed across the room with a mixture of curiosity and distaste. |
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| Van Demans Land | May 6 2008, 02:33 AM Post #5 |
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El Presidente
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OOC: ill be going to a camp for three days, so ill leave that amount of time for more people to arrive, as im hoping for more of a turn out than three... |
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| New Harumf | May 6 2008, 07:56 AM Post #6 |
Bloodthirsty Unicorn
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OOC: Band camp? Computer camp? Scout camp? |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 6 2008, 09:59 AM Post #7 |
The Devil's Advocate
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Andrew Harris of Swiss Nag Ehgoeg liked diplomacy, and with his most promising election results for a long time just behind him, he had jumped on the Van Demans’ invitation. He had no idea whether any of the other Swiss MPs would show their faces, but wouldn’t be surprised if he was the only one - the Custodian was busy with other matters and the other MPs almost certainly were busy solidifying their powerbase within Switzerland. Still, it would not be an unpleasant surprise to run into one of his compatriots. **** “Grand Balls” were not something that appealed to most of the Dominion’s power-structure. Certainly – while the WMD was open to forging a “nicer” reputation – Gassel himself believed such a civilian enterprise to be a waste of time. Still, he felt the Dominion should have a presence – if only to keep them in the forefront of the public mind. Fortunately for Reinhold, the Dominion had access to more than just the resources of Kasynia and he would not be forced to attend yet another stifling civilian event to represent Gassel. Instead of calling on his right hand man, Gassel entrusted the Dominion’s representation to the High Council… **** Demetrius Malfisto disliked grand balls even more than Gassel. But Archimedes had insisted on his presence among the other dignitaries from the Dominion States who wished to attend. He could think of more than a dozen things he’d rather be doing – such as familiarising himself with the Dominion’s military structure, overseeing the development of new weapons or simply settling Nag Ehgoeg’s internal political disputes – but orders were orders. Demetrius had lived his entire life according to the orders of his uncle. He had been ordered to attend, and so he would. Heading into the ball, Demetrius went the way of Commodore Dugaul to busy himself in whatever culinary delights had been prepared. |
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| Austro-Bayern | May 6 2008, 01:04 PM Post #8 |
Prime Minister Adolf Galland
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OOC: Normally this sort of thing would be Austro-Bayern's bag, but your wanton slaughter of innocents kinda puts a damper on the enthusiasm... |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 6 2008, 01:39 PM Post #9 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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OOC: Alleged. The Nagian News Network tends to be a reliable news source, but it’s stories are only really brought to the world’s attention when they’re offensive propaganda pieces so (generally speaking) their stories are taken with a grain of salt. The Asian News Network is (to my knowledge) yet to run a story that has not been openly discredited and ‘proved’ false. No-one has proved that Van Demans Land has done anything wrong, just a fringe group of conspiracy theorists have made allegations. Sure there’s video evidence, but there’s video evidence for Bigfoot. So yes, while we know OOC that ANN is reliable and Van Demans is committing genocide, unless you want to investigate it IC all you have is wild accusations from a less than reliable source. You want to boycott a peaceful event based on hearsay? That’s the choice of your government. But if you do, I’d seriously consider investigating Van Demans IC to prove you’re justified. Some nations would boycott on a rumour. It’s a serious rumour. We’re talking genocide here. Even those who think Van Demans is innocent should be calling for an investigation. It’s genocide people: remember the holocaust? But is your nation really willing to boycott on a rumour or are you godmoding by using OOC knowledge to effect an IC decision? |
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| Austro-Bayern | May 6 2008, 01:47 PM Post #10 |
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Prime Minister Adolf Galland
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OOC: Austro-Bayern WOULD boycott on a rumour unless they had reason to not believe it... like, if somebody accused its ally Cerdone of something, they might think twice. I was also going to say that the whole war-to-end-all-wars stuff that's going on in Europe is ALSO kinda putting a damper on things... |
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| Van Demans Land | May 9 2008, 06:43 PM Post #11 |
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El Presidente
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Band Camp, and where be everyone? i throw an extravagant event and only four show up? what rude neighbors, but i digress... IC: Liz watched in humility as the various dignataries enetered the hall EDIT: post in progress, dont post anything |
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| Toussaint | May 9 2008, 09:05 PM Post #12 |
Major
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OOC: This |
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| NRE | May 9 2008, 09:40 PM Post #13 |
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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OOC: You may have already mentioned this somewhere else but is this President any relations to Liza Barca ? You know Shoa Conn and Liza Barca had or were going to have deals done between them during the war for NeoDacia. IC: Lee Chung-hee enter the room and said nothing to any of the guests already present at the ball. Wearing traditional ambassador robes he was a tall, slender man with coarse black hair that was tied neatly into a pony-tail. A thin goatee outline his mouth and ran long off his chin almost to his chest. He was anything but the model of a Dynastian male, especially not one in his late twenties. This was mostly due to him being a Keir'os, that is of the Keir'os caste. He was by the eyes of the Empire a second class citizen, not fit to fight for the Empire and thus little honor could be gained by him for his house or the country. Still, he was of some use and the Empire always got some use out of everyone it bore. As a politician of sorts, as best as one can be in an Empire completely dominated in very aspect by one man, he rose well within his ranks. That was why he was chosen to attend the Van Damanian ball. The Empire never forgets the nations and people it does dealings with. Before it's fall from the spotlight of the world the Empire had done dealings with the Van Damanians as they made war with the Veloryans (Norightsians) over NeoDacia. Though the territory of NeoDacia was long since gone and the Veloryan Empire was now crumbling into dust, the Empire still felt it ought to investigate this new Van Demanian regime. These rumors of genocide were of no concern to the Empire as they would just as well wipe every race save that of the Asian race out of Asia if given the chance. Mostly however the Empire remembered that a Sovereign of old dealt with a Barca before and perhaps in time there would come a need to deal with a Barca again. |
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| Van Demans Land | May 9 2008, 11:44 PM Post #14 |
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Nah, i just like the last name Barca, as in Hannibal Barca. I was kind of hoping noone would notice that :unsure: So how is good old Shoa Conn going? I cant be bothered reading all the threads between the time i left and now. IC: Liz watched in humility as the various dignataries entered the hall, shaking various hands and making with polite chit chat. "Thank you for coming and welcome to the Ball.", "Welcome to Van Demans land Mister President." "Enjoy the finest weather in all of Asia!" Foriegn affairs is hard work. When all the dignataries had arrived and the door was closed, Liz took the main stage infront of all the tables. "Welcome everyone, to The Grand Ball!" The audience applauded. "Thank you, soon the food will be brought out for your feast, and then later tonight, the negotiations will begin! I know Van Demans Land has had a bit of bad press recently, but with your help, we will bring about a new golden age of Foreign Affairs and relations!" And with that the food appeared. Acres of food being carried out on dozens of gold platers and plates, some of the rarest delicassies in the country in some of the biggest portions ever seen. The sheer amount and quality of the food amazed the guests. "And now, let us feast!" With that Liz, went to work the crowd and meet all the important dignataries, as she was about to approach a table of highly esteemed Van Demanian Generals, she was interupted by a loud buzzing noise, then suddenly, the speakers came alive. "Leaders of the so called "free world", today you came to feast on the finest delicassies in the world, but you forgot one thing. Are you so blind you do not realize the crimes of this very country that you stand in at the moment? Do you not smell the pollution in the air, the pollution of death and decay, of hatred and poverty, of fratricide and orphanage, of Genocide? You put the business and trade of your nations ahead of the most important aspects of life. And now you will be punished for it." Just then, the world exploded. |
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| Van Demans Land | May 10 2008, 12:24 AM Post #15 |
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Exploding through the front door came a giant black SUV. As it crashed through the door a bomb inside it detonated, sending metallic shards and flames shooting everywhere throughout the hall. Following it came two other black vans, where ten men dressed in combat fatigues immediately lept out and started opening fire upon the crowd. Liz dived behind a table and coevered her ears as the sound of screams overtook her. She pulled out her pistol and started shooting to kill the intruders. BANG BANG, came the echos throughout the whole hall. She took out one of the camo'd soldiers, "Where the hell are my soldiers?!? They're supposed to be guarding the doors!" she took out her radio that was linked to the rest of the security force, "Commander to troops, Commander to troops, what are you doing??" "Hello Ms Scipio," came a soothing voice over the radio "your troops are dead, as you will be soon. Do not fear death, as you and your government deserve it." Dam, theyve taken out all the guards She thought, as a fresh group of rebels barged through from the kitchen. "For the South!" came the rallying cry from the soldiers. Liz opened fire on them and met with a wall of bullets. She ducked behind her table again to reload. She looked to the other dignatories for help. Some of them were putting up a fight with their security guards setting up a perimeter. She ran over to them, while shooting at some of the rebels. "Do any of you have any ideas?" she asked the diplomats. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 10 2008, 05:52 AM Post #16 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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“Ideas! Ideas!” Andrew Harris shouted incensed, “What kind of a crazy nation are you people running! Demetrius, what the hell do we do?” Demetrius Malfisto was taken back by Harris asking him for help. Since Archimedes took power, the Swiss and been arch-rivals and sworn enemies to the Mainland, the days when Harris was a welcome figure in the Malfisto household, amiably whiling away the hours with Andreas and Demetrius as friends were long since past. But, when it came down to it, with their lives in danger political rivalry would take a back seat to survival. Demetrius had killed (with his bare hands) one of the rebels foolish enough to get close enough to him and armed himself with the rebel’s gun, and was scanning the room to assess the situation. He tossed Harris his mobile phone. “Call for back-up, the number’s still the same!” Kasynia was on Van Deman’s back-doorstep, and Nag Ehgoeg wasn’t much further away. Dominion forces and ACO’s S.M.A.R.T. would be able to blast their way to the rescue in a matter of minutes rather than hours… but things certainly weren’t looking great. |
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| Van Demans Land | May 11 2008, 04:46 AM Post #17 |
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El Presidente
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Away from the combat, several miles away, in the distant military complex of the Deman Hills, section 9 was in a briefing. "From our limited intel it seems terrorists have entered from the front and rear entrances and taken our delegation and hundreds of other dignitaries prisoners. They have made no demands so far, and we don't know what their planning on doing with the prisoners, but we don't want to have to find out. Were sending in two teams, one on the ground and one from here. You troops will be part of the aerial assault team. Your job will be to crash the party, secure the diplomats and all important personal, while distinguishing between terrorists and dignitaries. Dismissed. Now go and suit up." The team left the briefing room and donned their black city fight fatigues. Flying over the city towards the target in a black hawk helicopter, Don Dacia cleaned his SMG. He ran over the plan in his head once more. "Crash in, kill the rebels, secure the dignateries, work with the ground troops." Sounds simple enough, he thought to himself. However none of this incoming aid was of use to Liz Scipio who was fighting for her life in a perimeter set up around some of the more security conscience dignitaries. There seemed to be an endless number of the terrorists, no matter how many Liz took down with her military training, there were always two more lurking in the wings. Little did Liz know, that much more was at stake here than just a party... |
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| Menhad | May 11 2008, 09:14 AM Post #18 |
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Walter was taking cover behind a large wooden table. "Dougles should have been here, he would be having fun," he said to no one. Walter was a fighter but he knew he would have to fight, if he could only get a gun... |
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| NRE | May 11 2008, 01:28 PM Post #19 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Lee Chung-hee, though Keir'os by caste, was still a Dynastian by blood. Though he did not carry the Bashir blade of the warrior caste, the Shalak-gul , he did keep within his boot a small danger as it was customary.Negotiations with nations had gone wrong before with most ambassadors of his caste noting the negotiations with the Veloryans as a prime example. Being no master of the Mastaba (Dynastian martial art) he still remembered a few tricks from his days of training as a boy before his Prata came and he found that he would spend the rest of his life as the less honorable Keir'os. After dodging the initial explosion and bullet fire, he quickly scanned the room looking for his one real ally, the Nagian delegation. He spotted them just at the moment where Demetrius was in the motion of killing with his bare hands a terrorist soldier. Noting two soldiers in his way between himself and the Nagians he made his dash, revealing himself from behind his own table and leaving no time for the first soldier to see him. With a quick and decisive gab to the soldier's side and then throat, the man was dead within his arms. With still one more soldier in his way and his presence now public, he did not even take the time to take the dead soldier's gun from his hand. He simply held tight to the man's body while aiming the riffle and squeezing his trigger finger against the soldiers, firing at the other and using the man's lifeless body as a shield. Though the second soldier got a few shouts off he was now dead on the floor. Lee dropped his shield and took both their weapons as he dashed for the Nagian's table. Dodging gun fire where he could, Lee's arm was grazed by a bullet. Like a hot knife passing over his arm it left a deep cut and pain he could have gone without. After finally reaching the table and tearing his sleeve off to wrap his wound he turned to Demetrius and said "well now isn't this exciting?" |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 11 2008, 02:42 PM Post #20 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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OOC: Wii post. Excuse spelling. Also I'm assuming VDL has something special planned, but unless he gets to the point real quick, I'm having Dominion back-up arrive to rub these terrorists out. "Shame the Assassins didn't send a delegate." Demetrius remarked offhandedly to Lee Chung-hee as he let loose another round. These rebels had picked the wrong ball to crash - a strong Dominion presence with Menhadiens thrown into the mix meant this was no civilian tea party. Still, the delegates were not an army. "Help is on the way!" Harris shouted over the gun fire. Demetrius sneered, but remained painfully awear there were more terrorists than he had bullets. |
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| NRE | May 11 2008, 09:13 PM Post #21 |
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"Bah" said Lee at the mention of the Assassins "I'll show you a true Asian warrior" With that he took the two riffles he had stolen off the men he had killed to reach the Nagians and stood from behind the table an began firing. He picked off three or four men before they began to concentrate fire at him, forcing him to return back behind the table. Perhaps an Assassin or two would not be all that bad he thought to himself though then these terrorists would assuredly be doomed to failure. The fire was growing more intense by the minute and closer much to Lee and other's discomfort. The thought of reinforcements was certainly a welcome one. It was bad enough to threaten the lives of the ambassadors alone, however together as members of the Dominion these Van Damanians terrorists would certainly learn ill of their plan. |
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| Van Demans Land | May 12 2008, 02:48 AM Post #22 |
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El Presidente
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Ill get to it in one or two posts, you guys can bail this RP by having your guys find a way out if you want to. IC: Don Dacia swooped into the airspace above the hall gracefully in his black hawk chopper. The three sub teams were designed to crash into the hall from different directions. Airborne teams alpha, beta and gamma. Alpha had the left windows, beta had the right windows, and gamma had a special way in that was bound to make an impressive entrance. The ground forces were already engaging the rebels outside the building slowly cutting of reinforcements from the fighting inside, unfortunately the sewers were still under direct control of the terrorists. But now the three choppers were in position. The order came to drop "Team 2 is go, commencing drop." Alpha and Beta teams abseiled their way down the long angular parallel chapel windows until they got to the bottom of them, then kicked them inwards, shattering the century old stained glass everywhere, but aesthetics hold no weight with a tactical military team. They smashed through the windows and immediately forward rolled onto the floor, landing in firing position. Taking out several rebels the teams slowly moved into the center, clearing the area for team Gamma. Within two minutes the order came for the secondary drop "Area clear, Gamma team is good to go." "Roger that gamma team is go." Smashing their way through the giant spherical glass ceiling, gamma teams chopper dropped like a rock in water. When it got to a few meters of the ground, in spun round and round in 360 degrees, firing its main machine gun, creating a whirling arc of bullets and death, firing at mainly rebels, but mostly firing indistinguishably at anything with a gun. When the dust had cleared all the rebels had either retreated into the sewers or had retreated from life, aided by a bullet entourage. Alpha and Beta choppers were assessing the area and chasing down any visible rebels, of which there were very few. Gamma teams chopper was silently imposing itself upon the crowd of surviving delegates, with its team mates patting down the rest of the diplomats. The ground team had rendezvoused with the air borne teams and were helping in the clean up. Finally, Liz stood up and dropped her gun. "Well then, lets hope that was the end of it..." But Liz was far from right. Little did she know that the creator and evil villain of this plot, was none other than the custodian of Van Demans City, Victor Crumble, five star general and head of 1st Defense Force. And at the moment, his mobile and paratroopers were taking, by force, all ways in and out of the city, TV studios, diplomatic envoys and all high up bureaucratic offices. On the other side of the city, the Presidents Official guard were fending off a mobile tentacle of this ingenious plot, with little success. Pistols and SMGs were short work against tanks and hummers. He was planning a take over off the city, an execution of the president, and to take the worlds diplomats hostage, until they recognized him as the legitimate ruler of Van Demans Land. Unfortunately for him, two things had gone wrong with his plan. The hostages weren't taken, thanks to Section 9's elite task force, and the President was in the south, on a rebuilding mission. But Section 9 didn't know this. All they knew was that an army of tanks and troop carriers were quickly making their move into the center of the city, to take the broadcast tower, and broadcast Crumbles message of tyranny to the world. They were running out of time to stop him. Now the immediate threat of all the rebels had been dealt with, but listening to the dead rebels radio, Section 9 knew what was going on. Coup attempts were not frequent in Van Demanian history, but this isn't the first time that Crumbles plan had been tried. Planting explosives in the broadcasting tower would slow him down a few minutes, but not endlessly. Section 9's choppers also noted a battalion of tanks heading towards the Grand Hall to link up with the rebel mercenaries, either to meet them or end their usefulness. Section 9's choppers flew swiftly back to the Hall to inform everyone of what was going on. Liz quickly took command. "Gamma team remain here for our defense, use the rebels RPG's against any incoming armour and set up viewpoints on the Halls four towers. Teams Alpha and Beta be our eyes for the rest of the city, use your machine guns agaisnt any infantry and keep an eye on the braodcasting tower, taking down any armour approaching it with your choppers missles, dont get bogged down in enedless city fighting, use your choppers to your advantage. Go." This is where she excelled at, a mediocre diplomat maybe, but her first obsession was military command, and thats what she excelled at, while falling well short of the desired phsycial attributes, her mind was sharp and keen. But would that be good enough to hold the city...? |
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| Van Demans Land | May 13 2008, 04:11 AM Post #23 |
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El Presidente
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High above the cares and worries of a party gone wrong, flew a giant black bird. With a wingspan of over 30 feet, obsidian black explosive eggs, stealthed to not appear on any radar system known to man, and piloted by the elite of the Van Demanian Air Force, this bird was a deadly predator, and a flock of them were just about to reach Van Deman City... Back beneath the cover of the clouds, an army was trying to break down a city's walls and take a single well guarded building. But those inside the building had allies. The Alpha and Beta team choppers were circling the building and setting up a safety zone perimeter for diplomats and dignitaries to be evacuated out. Until then, the diplomats weren't getting a free ride, Liz needed every pair of hands she could lay hers on. "You from Absyinia, take these SMGs and grenades and set up a blockade for the kitchen entrance, take one member of Gamma team with you for supervision. "You," she pointed at a random group of huddled up delegates, "Im sure you would of received a minimum amount of military training to ensure your not completely useless. You can all take the front gate. Take Don here with you, and good luck." |
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| Neo-Etrusca | May 13 2008, 01:47 PM Post #24 |
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Like Caligula, WITH STYLE!
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OOC-Sorry for the late post. Dugual and his elite gaurd had been having a blast. The civil war just over, they hadn't completely soothed the rush of blood from thier veins. They had been fighting since the SUV burst through the door, the soldiers were quick on the trigger, which was a side-effect of special forces paranoia but it comes in hand in situations like this. One of the soldiers had thrown Dugual a Deagle, his perfered weapon which, if not on him, was kept very close by. The crew blasted a couple of guys away from a back door and made an exit. They tucked away into a nearby building until the situation difused. In the meantime the group took potshots at passing people who "resembled" the terrorist. |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 13 2008, 03:33 PM Post #25 |
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OOC: Ah, now that’s a point. Do stop me if I overuse artistic licence here. IC: -Open Transmission- To: Van Demans’ Government From: Supreme Chancellor Gassel of the World Military Dominion Citizens of the Dominion have come under threat within your nation. Steps have been taken to assure their safety. -End Transmission- **** Despite the trigger-happy response from Section 9, Demetrius had been glad they’d arrived when they had. “Amateurs.” He sneered derisively to Lee jerking a thumb at their rescuers, “If only you’d brought just a few more of your people with you – that rifle stunt was impressive.” Demetrius kept his ears open as Section 9 listened to the terrorists’ radios. A military coup. Now that was interesting. He cast a knowing glance at Lee and raised his eyebrows. The sounds of fighting outside the building intensified for a moment. The sound of nearby explosions rocked the building. **** Outside the building two new choppers enter the scene. The Alpha and Beta team choppers roll round ready to engage this new threat, when the new choppers open fire on the scattered terrorists on the ground. Radio and loudspeaker transmissions follow: “We are Special Military Armed Response Taskforce. We’re here by request to rescue our delegates.” **** “They’re with us. Let them in.” Demetrius says smiling at Liz, “I imagine you could use the extra hands.” The fact that foreign troops had been able to fly in – and so quickly – didn’t bode well. It had to mean that something big was happening. Liz wasn’t about to turn down additional help when she needed every man she could get. The SMART choppers landed inside via the smashed roof and two teams of black armoured troops spilled out. Demetrius’s wry smile cracked wide as the re-enforcements handed him his weapons of choice – a Universal Army Gun and a combat knife. A team medic approached Lee with a medical kit and pointed at his wound. “Arrest that man and lock him up in a chopper.” Demetrius ordered his troops confidently pointing at Harris, who had started whimpering in a corner when Section 9 had crashed in through the ceiling. “Hang on a second,” Liz started to object, “that man is a diplomat of a sovereign nation!” “He is part of the Swiss Rebellion and a traitor! Take him away!” Demetrius snapped before turning to Lee. “The choppers have enough fuel to either assist here or ferry us back to the Dominion. I intend to stay here with my men and find out who’s behind this insult. You fought well, there is no shame in leaving.” |
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