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| Topic Started: May 5 2008, 02:25 AM (455 Views) | |
| Rafzakael | May 13 2008, 04:26 PM Post #26 |
Beelzebub
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The low drone of a large propeller plane sounded over the building, followed by an engine's roar and a few bursts of rapid cannon fire. There was relative silence, then a horrendous scraping and crunchang as something very large rolled over the wreckage of the SUV and up against the door to the hall. The IFV's heavy rear doors opened, and ten black armored and helmeted marines stepped down into the hall, all carrying carbines. "Misters Malfisto and Lee, your evac has arrived, if you wish to leave. If you wish to stay, we are under your command." |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 13 2008, 04:45 PM Post #27 |
The Devil's Advocate
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Demetrius nodded to the new arrivals. SMART had been Nag Ehgoeg’s response, the IFV had been a somewhat unexpected move by the Dominion, but it certainly wasn’t an unwelcome addition to the small fighting force. One moment they’d been at a boring civilian function; the next, hiding behind a table; then surrounded by foreign troops, crashing through windows coming to the rescue; and now a not-insignificant military presence had arrived. Things kept getting better and better. **** OOC: If you don't want us to stay arround and help (and/or betray) Section 9, I don't mind bailing out, Van. But if you want us to stay, mind PMing me some details? |
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| Van Demans Land | May 13 2008, 09:11 PM Post #28 |
El Presidente
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OOC: Like i said before, this is completely open, do whatever you wanna do and ill work my story around it, but once the bombers arrive i cant imagine anything else happening besides the bombing. Maybe if you want to stick around and do some actual diplomacy we could do that. But first we have the fight for the city before the bombers come. IC: The tanks rolled in towards the city center, moving in to link up with the supposedly succesful rebels. Little did they know that the whole building was now essentially filled with section 9 and international armed forces. All the tank drivers knew was that there was alot of helicopter traffic around the Grand Hall, giving the leader of the tank brigade a bad feeling in his gut. As they approached the front door, they were blocked by several helicopters. Not knowing what to make of them, the tank commander lifted up the top turrets lid and lent out. "Are ye friends of Crumble or loyalists?" came the question in a thick Demanian accent. Those were the last words he would utter, as the answer was about to come to him in the form of a rocket fired from the Beta group chopper. The tanks in the column behind him all started to panic and tried to withdraw, but the Alpha chopper was already behind them, pumping the whole group full of air to ground missles, leaving only the charred remains of the tank briagde behind. This answered the commanders question to all the forces in the city. It was now common knowledge to the entire 1st army, that there were enemies in the Grand Hall. Coming in from the rear was another armoured briagde, which was slinking in behind, useing buildings as cover to avoid the deadly sting of the two blackhawk choppers. Firing a shell into the stone wall of the Grand Hall gave away their presence, and they were immediately answered by a swarm of machine gun and mortar fire. Luckily these drivers were a bit more experianced than the now dead first tank commander. As soon as it had fired it quickly followed its protocol and moved to a new firing location, letting off a few shells on the way around the rear of the building. The troops around the back were getting over whelmed. Where are those choppers? was the collective thought of all the troops at the back. The choppers were held up, dodging AA fire and strafing truck loads of infantry with their machine guns. While there was a subtle attack on the rear by a single tank brigade, the front was getting everything in the city being thrown at it. Liz was losing control of the situation. With more and more foreign soldiers piling into the building, they had no shortage of reinforcments, but it also ment a bigger crowd to suspect of being rebels or Crumble soldiers. She was always more of a planner than a fighter, so she continued barking orders at any troops who could understand her, constantly hoping in the back of her mind that this was making the right decisions of putting untrained diplomats on the front lines. ANy deaths would probablly result in an international uproar, but in the fight for survival, why not throw everything youve got in it? Her last order was cut off by the sound of another shell exploding in the rear enterance. "Everyone with an RPG head to the rear!" came her last command. And sailing overhead, the bombers with an unknown master drew closer... |
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| NRE | May 14 2008, 08:57 AM Post #29 |
Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Lee nodded in appreciation to Demetrius after his compliment. Lee only wished he had been given a small detachment of Shalak-gul for his personal protection during this affair, then things would have certainly been interesting. When word of the military coup came through the radio to the ears of both Demetrius and Lee, he turned to Demetrius in a whisper and said "Not many years go during the war between Van Demans Land and Velorya, the Eastern Empire was on the way of leading a coup against the Van Demanian government ourselves and we would have succeeded too had the government and the nation not gone 'off the radar' as it were. If you ask me separatist values run high in this place" Just then they heard the sounds of the SMART teams arrival. Lee allowed their medic to attend his wounds. He discarded his torn outer robe, leaving only more skin tight robes covering his body, making him looking something of a ninja. Though no soldier he had defend himself well in battle, his family and the Empire would certainly be pleased. Though he certainly could have left as his service as Diplomat was no longer needed as far as he could tell he opted to stay. There is more honor dying here than returning home he thought to himself. It was true, should he stay and fight on in search of information and lived, the Empire would show himself and his family great honor. More so than any of the Keir'os caste could do through political service to the Empire alone. He secured his dagger to his belt and then threw down the riffle he had "barrow" from the now dead terrorists. "If I am to stay" he declared to Demetrius an the others around him "as I certainly intend too, I shall need a proper arm to bare. We Dynastians cannot let the rest of the Dominion have all the fun in these affairs" he said with a smile "and besides the Empire has dealt with a separatist Van Demanian before and it could prove useful to deal with one again"
OOC: Shoa Conn, the one you knew is and has been dead for some time. The current Sovereign is his great-grandson. |
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| Rafzakael | May 14 2008, 10:41 AM Post #30 |
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Beelzebub
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One of the Stormtroopers offered his strange looking carbine, butt first, to Lee. "Need a quick overview?" he asked. The Dynastian nodded, and the Stormtrooper gave him a rundown of the rifle's features. "Reflex sight, charging handle, safety, all pretty standard. The Mag release is here on the trigger guard, but the mag istelf is way back here. Best part of it, though?" The stormtrooper hit a catch, and the forward section of the hadgrip swiveled out to reveal the breech of a grenade launcher, already loaded. "Just move the safety all the way forward to fire that. Good luck, sir." |
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| Van Demans Land | May 14 2008, 11:38 PM Post #31 |
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El Presidente
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The whole rear of the Grand Hall was collapsing under the sheer weight of constant and perpetual bombardment by the tank brigade. Liz dived for cover as a section of the roof came crashing down where she was just standing. "Dammit send one of the coppers to deal with those tanks! The mortars just aren't powerful to deal with them! Someone respond dammit!" "This is Beta chopper, moving around to take them out now." Thank the savour thought Liz. Just then a shell exploded through the gaping hole in the wall and exploded on impact with the Gamma chopper, which was still sitting in the middle of the hall. Only now it was in several pieces all over the hall. Liz knew what that meant. One of the tanks was inside the building with them now. She turned to confirm her worst fears. If one of the tanks is inside she thought to her self desperately the mortars and choppers cant get at it. Itll be up to us to destroy it. Easier said than done. She was right, staring her in the face was the long cannon of a VD Mk2 Urban combat tank, designed for anti infantry and anti tank combat, with one weakness. The air above it, as well as attacks to its rear. With this knowledge in mind, Liz set about to flank it. She grabbed a grenade belt of a rebel corpse and his RPG with her other hand. Darting through the rubble, using it occasionally as cover, she slowly made her way around to the rear of the tank. Half way through the tanks gunner noticed her and sent a few shells her way. Hiding behind the rubble, listening to the pelting of machine gun fire into it, she realised she was completely stuck. Shit Liz, how could you get yourself in this position? This was just meant to be a formal international get together, but now the building was in tatters, hundreds of foreign dignitaries and security personal were dead, and the others had been conscripted to fight the incoming waves of infantry in the front entrance. But Liz wasn't given very much time to mourn for her loss of prestige or panic over the incoming constantly pinning her down tank. Because at that moment, the bombers arrived. In the cock pit, Steven Parthia flicked off the top of his steering stick and opened the bomb hatches. "This is eagle five, commencing bombing run." And with that and similar messages all echoing throughout the air waves, thousands and thousands of tons of bombs were released to fall upon the city of Van Demans City, the capital of the empire, and the jewel in the crown of Van Demanian people. Now victim to thousands upon thousands of bombers pulverising it and converting it to rubble. Killing millions and reducing the city to nothing more than a giant bonfire with its fate to be decided upon by the will of the bomber crews flying high above it, punishing it for its sins. All around Liz buildings were exploding and fire was raging. The bombers had been given the order to bomb everything, but leave the grand hall standing. While they followed this order, modern bombs can only be so accurate in where they fall. The bombers dropped a series of bunker busting and incendiary bombs, designed to destroy then immolate any building caught in their wrath. By now, more than half the city was a blazing inferno, people running through the streets screaming, with the out gunned fire department fighting a losing battle, and with the still moving coup dominating the streets, people were scared. Scratch that. People were terrified. It was all Liz could do to keep her eyes closed to drown out the images of chared corpses and ghastly flames. Then the danger of her situation reasserted itself in her mind. THeres a tank almost on top of you, closing your eyes is a bad thing As she thought that she opened her eyes like lighthouse lights and stared up at the bottom of the tank that was about to roll over and crush her. Thinking fast, she saw her chance, and readied the RPG on her shoulder, and fired it right into the bottom of the tank, sending fragments of its chassy flying in all directions and leaving only a smouldering hulk of its presence. With the immediate danger gone, and the only threat to the party now being the bombers dropping hellfire at their will, Liz knew what to do. "Everyone come back inside! well be safe in the cellars and sewers underneath the building, come on everyone!" |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 15 2008, 07:58 AM Post #32 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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Outside the hall, inside the hall. Defend, escape, defend. The situation was swinging wildly out of control from one extreme to the next. “You want us to cower in a bunker-” Another tank shell hit the building spraying rubble across the room and cutting Demetrius short. “That seems to be a good idea. We’ll attack them from the sewers.” He revised leading the SMART teams behind Liz. |
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| Rafzakael | May 16 2008, 12:15 AM Post #33 |
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Beelzebub
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One of the Stormtroopers looked at his Sergeant. "Orders, sir?" "Destroy the thing. We'd never get out of here in it." As if to punctuate his remark, a tank shell whistled through the air outside, and an explosion erupted from the open doors of the IFV. Well, that'll save us some trouble, the Sergeant thought. He turned to his charges; Demetrius was already hurrying off, protected by the SMART troopers. "Mister Lee, I recommend we move, and quickly." |
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| Van Demans Land | May 21 2008, 07:06 PM Post #34 |
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El Presidente
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By a strange quirk of history, it just so happened that the sewers underneath the once great Van Demanian Hall, were now the safest place in the entire, currently inflamed, city of Van Demans City. Hurrying the delegates into the recesses of the Halls winery and cellar, Liz couldnt help but notice the irony of those who were about to drink the wine now hiding beneath it, useing it for cover. Liz was stressed, she was running out of proffesional soldiers fast. Section 9 had been all but obliterated, with alpha and beta teams being brought down in the maelstrom of the bombing, and Gamma team being severlly decimated by the fighting agaisnt the rebels and the army. Luckily for Liz, the fighting and hell of this suppoesdly "Grand Ball" was just about to get alot more interesting. OOC: fuck, i accidently pressed f5 and refreshed about a page of writing and intrigue, but i cant be fucked doing it all over again, so ill summarise it. As the bombers pulled in to land and breaking bombing formation, a person very special and significant to Liz Scipio was now landing, and crushing the bitumen and charred remains of the city under his heavy steps. "Liz Scipio, fall in and report for duty." Liz immediately knew who it was, any Van Demanian would recognise that voice instantly, but most of those hiding in the sewers now were not Van Demese, so they were kept in the dark and uncertain as to where they were being hurried. "All survivors, fall in for debreifing up hear on the surface." Said the voice again. They hurried up the stairs they had only moments ago hurried down. And there, standing with a wide stance upon the battle pocked grand hall floor, with aviator glasses on and wearing a jump suit, was Carl Barca, president of Van Demans Land. Liz fell in and saluted heartily, glad to be seeing someone superior than her to give her orders and for them to take responsibility. She felt all those feelings and more, but didnt have the will to voice them, as Carl was known for his strictness and fondness for discipline. He spoke again, "Shame about section 9 really, they were all fine soldiers." With that he saluted and shook the hands of the few remaining section 9 members. "Shame about this whole city actually," he continued, "but just as God destroyed the world all but for Noah and his family, i destroyed the city, all but for you Ms Scipio. And ofcourse me and my personal retinue. But the time for that is later, i beleive promotions are in order. Deputy?" With that a small man in a wide shouldered suit with a small black box scuttered up to Liz and handed the closed box to her. Liz wanted to ask what it was, but another thing she knew about Carl was that he hated inappropriate and obvious questions. "Ms Scipio, i wonder, as a beuracrat yourself, how high have you dreamed your career could take you? Hmm? General maybe? Assisstant to some grand admiral? How about, custodian of Van Demans City?" All the Van Demese in the audience gasped. The prestige and power of such a high up and wealthy position was only offered to one person every 10 years, the power that came with the position made the holder of the title the second most powerful person in all of the empire."Sir..." Liz was speechless "... i am not worthy..." "Nonsence, you handled this situation with flare and ingenuity, i beleive you single handidly took out a tank, which any soldier will tell you is no mean feat, especially for a minimal army trained beuracrat such as your self. But ofcourse you would first have to finish up any deals or expressions of interest in a formal defensive alliance here. I will ofcourse supervise your work and offer my critiques, but the final decision in all these foreign relations will be yours. I offer now, my personal air fleet to take you and all your surviving guests to my personal residence, to conclude the formalities and get the final deciscions on any alliances or treatys. I trust you all do not wish to remain in the sewers or in this pock marked hall?" there was much agreement in the crowd, "Very well then, all aboard, first stop, the First House of Van Demans Land." Several hours later, Liz, Carl and all the foreigners arrived at Carls personal residence, it was a massive mansion, engulfing a national park, an ancient castles battle grounds, and a personal hanger for his private air fleet, which had previously been pulverising the city for its supposed sins. Liz still didnt fully understand why he did that, but the president was also known for his eccentricities. "My bedtime is, unfortunately, fast approaching, and my wife will tell you that i need my beuty sleep, so for now , farewell, and i know i leave you in the more than capable hands of Ms Barca for the formal negotiatios. Good night all." The crowd said their good byes and seated themselves at the various tables spread out in the presidents personal elaborately decorated main hall. Liz was almost speechless after a day aslong as the one shed had today, but in foreign relations, you were paid to never quite be completely speechless. "Now then, any expressions of interest in a formal military back alliance?" OOC: ive never Rped negotiations before so could someone maybe take the lead or PM me what im supposed to do? |
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| Van Demans Land | May 24 2008, 06:12 AM Post #35 |
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El Presidente
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bump |
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| Van Demans Land | May 27 2008, 02:49 AM Post #36 |
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El Presidente
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so now that the actions over noone wants to be diplomatic? |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | May 27 2008, 05:32 AM Post #37 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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"Nag Ehgoeg is interested as to what your government has to offer. It seems to me that your nation is... rather unstable."
Edited by Nag Ehgoeg, Jun 3 2008, 02:21 PM.
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| Menhad | Jun 3 2008, 05:44 PM Post #38 |
ET2(IDW)
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OOC: Sorry IC: "Menhad would like to talk, and we would be willing to help bring stability to your nation," said Walter Anderson, "I would to talk to you in private." Talking to Liz Edited by Menhad, Jun 3 2008, 05:45 PM.
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