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| Topic Started: Apr 25 2011, 08:11 PM (615 Views) | |
| Assassin | Apr 25 2011, 08:11 PM Post #1 |
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Field Marshal
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OOC: Forgive me for being rusty. I'm out of practice. There once existed a nation bred for war. A nation of Assassins, murderers, spy's, warriors, and religious fanatics. Having been long since destroyed, it lived on only as a story to scare children. "You had better behave or the Assassins will come!" was a common saying among Asian nations. The Assassin's land had been lost. Its once feared military having been shattered and thrown to the wind. Its people vanished from the face of the earth, presumed to be dead. Shattered cities and abandoned military bases scattered the globe. Relics of an age long past, an age of war and murder. Some had been converted to historical monuments. A warning to future generations to remember the mistakes of the past. Scavengers sometimes looted newly discovered areas, looking for relics to be sold onto the black markets, or to be placed into museums. This was naturally frowned upon by many nations, but it was inevitable to stop. "You had better behave, or the Assassins will come..." One group of looters had discovered a fresh area, untouched by time. Deep in the Australian wastelands, an Assassin military base neatly rested between two large outcroppings of rock. The trees overhead provided cover from the sun and passing satellites, explaining its unknown presence. The find was a rare one, and had only happened due to sheer chance. The group of looters had gotten lost returning from a site farther north. They would have missed it entirely if not for the bladder of one of the members. The worn gate of the former base seemed to welcome them, enticing them to enter. Several of the group did, while the others remained with the vehicle. They chatted amongst themselves for some time before they noticed the first group hadn't returned. By then, the sun had begun to go down, and the cold night began to creep into the sky. "Set up camp." One ordered. "We'll go in and search in the morning. Might be a booby trap got them, or they are lost." More hours passed, and the group grew quiet. Being so close to an Assassin ruin unnerved them, especially at night... though none would admit it. Assassins stories were told to children, but they were grown men and women. A fire was started to keep them warm, and food cooked. The crackling of the fire and wind in the trees overhead was the only thing heard for a time. The trees swayed, and the wind seemed to whisper. "Feels like we're being watched. Maybe this place is haunted..." they said in hushed tones to one another. One by one they slowly drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with nightmares. Hellish visions of blood and screams. One of the looters stayed away, on guard. She was young and attractive by most mens standards. She held a rifle in her small hands, back to the embers of the fire. Most would assume she was a standard looter, but they eyes gave away the truth. A former professional. Perhaps a deserter of some military service, or a mercenary. Snap. She turned to the sound in the darkness, eyes searching for movement. The slight glare of the fire limited her night vision, and she stood still for several minutes scanning. '...animal of some sort?' she thought to herself. Whatever it was, it had stopped moving. She slowly approached where she thought the sound had come from, gradually entering the darkness of the night. She stepped lightly, rolling her feet as she had been taught. She concentrated on the sounds of the night as she continued, stopping every few steps to listen if anyone was shadowing her. Something in the back of her mind told her that she was being watched. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up. Her heart raced as she remembered the stories her parents had told her. "Behave or the Assassins will come for you!" her mother had told her. Ghost stories meant to make sure she stayed in her room and did her homework. Something suddenly brushed against the back of her neck, and she whirled in a near panic. She saw nothing in the darkness, her heart pounding like a machine gun in her chest. SNAP! She whirled again, barely catching the sight of a dark figure swinging something for her. It connected neatly to her temple, and she fell. As the darkness of the night consumed her, she faintly hear gunfire and screams. The laughter that followed was one of pure evil, and haunted her dreams. When she awoke, the laughter had stopped. The pain in her head dulled her senses as she rolled over and attempted to sit up, only to be roughly pressed back to the ground. A man stood over her, his boot crushing the air from her chest as he held her down. Vaguely she realized that several others were surrounding her, weapons pointed at her. The night air was still, as she slowly focused on her captor. He had the smile of a predator, watching its prey. With a growing sense of terror she began to realize what she was looking at. The man wore a uniform, a dark green or perhaps black, his weapon lazily pointed at her face. But her terror wasn't from her impending death, but that of a small symbol on his sleeve. The man spoke as she began to hyperventilate, tears streaming down her face. "I am Marco, Commander of the Assassin Expeditionary Forces, Australia. And you are now my guest." She screamed. |
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| New Harumf | Apr 25 2011, 09:02 PM Post #2 |
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Bloodthirsty Unicorn
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OOC: OMG!!!! |
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| Assassin | Apr 25 2011, 09:08 PM Post #3 |
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Field Marshal
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Terror rarely is something you can point at and identify on sight. But if there was ever such a time, it was when she awoke to the spalsh of ice water across her face. She sputtered a few times as she slowly came to, and within seconds the evenings events came to her in a flash. Paniced she looked up and into the face of terror. "Rise and shine..." Marco said with a smile as she screamed again. "Calm yourself woman, before I lose my temper." And coolly backhanded her across the jaw. He allowed her a few whimpers as he walked around her. As he came back into her view, she looked away. Marco smiled once more before he continued. "My dear, let me begin by saying that you are alive due to my good graces. If you wish to stay within them, you will answer my questions. If at any point I think you are lying..." He brought his face close to hers. "...you will beg me for death by the time I am through with you. Do you understand?" "Y-yes..." "Good. What is your name?" "...Kara..." she nearly whispered. "Kara my dear, I want you to tell me what you know of this place, how you came to be here, who else knows of it, and what you were doing. Again, if at any point I suspect you are lying, I will be most displeased." Over the next several hours, Kara told him all that she knew. Much of what she said Marco already could guess at based on the equipment left in their vehicle and the relics of Assassin design. He repeated questions, seeing if the story changed at all. But it never did. She was too terrified to lie, and managed to only break down into uncontrollable sobbing twice. Naturally, it was all being recorded and would be studied by the few men who dealt in intelligence he had here. By the end it was clear her group had thought this another place to be simply looted. None had known the truth about the base, that it housed 300 Assassins and their family. As well as equipment. It was amazing how well a secret could be kept, but then again all those whom had know of this base were long since dead. Marco walked behind Kara again. "My dear, this is all you know?" "I swear on my life!" "I should hope so." Marco said darkly as he withdrew a knife. He allowed the blade to come into her view as he came around. He pointed it at her chest, and Kara began to sob, her eyes locked on the blade. "P-please..." "My dear, it would be remiss of me to allow you to go and tell others of what you have seen here." Kara sobbed harder. Marco looked at her, his eyes softening for the first time. "You will never see your family or friends again. But you will live, if you swear your life to me here and now." "I swear!" Marco smiled and cut the ropes that held her. "Guards! Take my newest slave to my chambers." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Marco surveyed what was left of the funeral pyre. All that remained of the remaining looters was ash, which was how he preferred it. It was too early to allow the secret of the base to go out into the open. And far too early to attempt a revival of the Assassin Nation. Marco could only assume that several other bases like this pockmarked the Australian continent. For years the Assassins had mined for nuclear fuel for their greatest weapons. It only made sense that after they mines had been stripped, some would be converted into forward operating bases in which to spy on the enemies of the state. Stockpiles of ammunition, weapons, and tanks were hidden under the earth. Disguised as a ruin, mine, or something other than what the base really was. He had been out here for over 20 years. '20 god damn years in this shithole.' he thought to himself as he entered his personal chambers. Kara slept on a couch, exhausted from todays activities. Marco sat at his desk, a relic of its own, and turned on his computer. A few keystrokes, and a password later, he reviewed his orders for what seemed like the millionth time. He still didn't know whom had issued it, but it had come through the highest of channels. Commander Marco, it is up to you to raise our nation from the ashes. Do not fail me.' Marco sighed and leaned back. He needed more men. |
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| Assassin | Apr 29 2011, 05:36 PM Post #4 |
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-------------------Several days later------------------- Marco had called a staff meeting of his senior officers. Kara sat quietly in the back of the room, looking bout nervously. She had no idea why she was here, but what mattered was that she was still alive. One by one the other officers entered dark room, and Marco took his seat at the head of the table. Each office looked impatient and slightly bored. They clearly expected yet another session of droning on about the current state of affairs. With a cough, he gained their attentions and began. "Gentlemen." Marco began. "Thank you for coming. Unlike previous meetings, we have something important to discuss." A few of the officers chuckled slightly at this before he continued. "For the past 20 years we have lived out in the wastelands of Australia. Less than a week ago, we were discovered by a woman and he companions." He gestured to Kara. "She is the sole survivor and no messages were sent about our existence. However, it is still a problem that should be addressed." "Just kill her and have a squad of men dump her body in the desert." One officer said, much to Kara's shock. They viewed her as nothing more than a bug to be squashed. "That thought crossed my mind. However, I feel a different course of action may be in store." Marco said. Some of the officers seemed to begin to pay more attention now. Marco sighed and leaned back in his chair. A weariness showed on his face. "20 years. We have accomplished nothing in that time except grow weaker day by day. Her discovery of us is only the beginning. We managed to stay hidden this time, but next time we may not be so lucky. And we've received no word from any other installations. It's time to face the truth gentlemen... we are alone." The other officers looked to one another uneasily as Marco continued. "Our nation as we knew it is dead. With the exception of us, and those citizens who escaped into the night. Our leaders are dead and gone. Even if other installations like this exist, they are doing what we are. Waiting for a sign to begin our nation anew." Marco leaned forward, a renewed strength becoming apparent. He spoke quieter now. "The time has come to make our own sign." "Marco... you are mad. The entire world would smash us back into the dark. What hope do we have of possibly reviving our nation by ourselves?" "None." He let the realization sink in for a moment. "We cannot do it alone. We must send word to the other survivors. A beacon that only Assassin people would understand. A light in the darkness for them to flock to. Our people are creative. Surely they have integrated into other societies by now. And when word spreads of our revival, they will flock to us. The other surviving military assets of our old nation will awaken and come to us. They will join us." "...what do you propose?" asked one of the younger and bolder officers. "A discrete team is to be dispatched. Their objective will be to infiltrate any nation they can, raid any news agency with a satellite uplink, and release two short coded messages on the old Assassin band. The messages will be unknown to the team. The first message will detail our current position, what supplies we need, and our objective. The second will be sent to the Lambada League, and Kasnyia letting them become aware of our precense in the world, and our intentions to rebuild." "What of the teams escape?" "They wont. Once the message is sent, they will surrender to the local forces as Assassin soldiers." "WHAT?!" They all said in unison. "That is madness!" "No, it is not." Marco said with a smile. "A soldier's surrender would be shocking to the public. Word would spread of an Assassin soldiers capture among the local population. From there, the worlds populations. It is simply another means of spreading the message that we are alive, and the revival is here. Furthermore, the government in question would likely investigate. Which will lead them here. It is at that point we begin negotiations for our people. Most of the worlds nations believe in basic human rights, even if we do not. They cannot exterminate us offhandedly without becoming that which they fear. Especially since much of the world will be watching at that point. Every satellite over Asia would be looking for us. A peaceful negotiation will go much further than bloodshed and a return to the old ways. We must make them believe we are a different people... if we wish to survive." "You mentioned Kasnyia and the pirates... why let them know?" "We will have need of them. The pirates can help us with protection on the chance that some of the world governments would rather see us dead. As for the Kasnyians... that is for me to know. I assure you, both will help us." It took several hours before the majority of the officers agreed to the plans. During the entire discussion Kara had sat silently and in awe. Part of her knew she was witnessing history. Another knew that she might not survive another week. OOC: Any volunteers to be the nation my little team raids for your news services so I can spread my little messages? It will just be a short post or two, after which you can bow out or 'discover' the Assassin base. I'm looking at you ED. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Apr 29 2011, 07:06 PM Post #5 |
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OOC: I'll volunteer. My colony is in Australia, if you want to broadcast from there. You looking for me to make the post or was you to make the raid? |
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| Assassin | Apr 29 2011, 07:10 PM Post #6 |
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Field Marshal
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Ooc: I'll make the initial raid and broadcast. You can follow up with their capture interrogation. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Apr 29 2011, 07:12 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: Sounds good. I await your post. *bow* |
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| Assassin | Apr 30 2011, 07:52 PM Post #8 |
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The commando team was put together several hours later, briefed, and sent out. Each man of the four knew what was expected. Commander Marco had been very clear. 'Broadcast these messages at any news agency with satellite capabilities. Once broadcast, surrender immediately. Casualties are NOT acceptable.' And with that simple brief, they were given the truck the looters had arrived in. The drive took several hours, but the truck provided excellent camouflage for their purposes. It was old enough to not create a scene, but new enough to fit in with local drivers. Most of the wastelands of course didn't have many other vehicles, but once they hit the Kasnyian, and eventually the Eleytherian boarder that changed quickly. The nation had done remarkably well in contrast to the Assassins. The commandos focused on their objective, scouting the urban make up and quickly finding the business district. Before long they had their pick of targets. The Eleytherian's were advanced even in Australia. They pulled into an ally of a large news agency as the sky began to grow dark. The evening news would begin to go on soon, each nation having its own various news sources and buildings they preferred, this one apparently gaining special treatment with its large satellite dish mounted to the roof. The timing was nearly perfect. Leaving their truck behind, the four Assassin commandos went further into the back of the ally. It was dark there, and they changed into their uniforms as quickly as possible. They each had assault rifles, but those wouldn't be needed beyond scare tactics and noise. Chubby business men and office women all feared weapons. After all, they were nothing but civilians. The team leader smiled, knowing that the scene they would cause would be on the news soon. "Time for our 15 minutes of fame. You two breach the rear door to the building, fire several shots into the air to send the sheep running. Take up position in the stairwells to ensure no one gets upstairs while we send out the message. After 20 minutes, lay down your arms and surrender to the local law enforcement." He stopped for a moment before continuing. "When we are captured, give them nothing but your name, rank, and serial number... I will do all the talking and ask to be put in contact with the Assassin officials. We tell them nothing else beyond that. Lets go." The team stood in the dark. The sun had gone down and the lights in the street were beginning to flicker on one by one. The team leader turned as two of his men booted open the door in the ally, quickly followed by several quick bursts of machinegun fire. It took two full seconds before the screaming started, and people appeared out front of the building, running for their lives. One even screamed 'Assassins!' before vanishing down the street. The team leader smiled again as he and his partner rushed into the doors, searching for the stairwells to the rest of the buildings. Like most modern buildings, they were towards the center of the building next to a series of elevators. Several paniced employees were rushing down the stairs as the team leader started to run up them. This caused chaos and even more panic as the civilians realized they were being rushed by Assassins. Some jumped the railing and fell a few feet to the floor. The rest run back up the stairs screaming. By the time they hit the top floor a minute later, the stairs were clear. Security hadn't been seen yet, though he suspected the cameras he had seen on the way up had given them a good reason not to come out and play. It was more likely the police and several government agencies had been alerted. The top floor, as was common in most buildings of this type, housed the control equipment, and a standard news room. The team leader could only assume this was to shorten the distance between the dish, and the source. Reducing signal degradation. The crew must have been told what was happening, as once the team leader and his partner entered the room, a cowering female news anchor and a camera crew greeted them... from a respectable distance. "Ladies and gentlemen!" He shouted. "I have a message for the world. My dear, you will send these two messages over these channels and frequencies. The authorization code is written on the back of the disk. You have 60 seconds or you die." The news anchored fainted. "...You. Camera man. Do you know how to work that equipment?" "Y-yes sir." "Would you be so kind?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ To: The Lambda League and Kasnyian governments. From: Commander Marco, Assassin Expeditionary Forces, Australia. Highly coded I am Commander Marco, of the former Assassin Empire, and hopeful architect of a revived Assassin people. I humbly ask for your assistance in the rebirth of our nation. Our people have spent the last 20 years in hiding, fearful of a world that would seek vengeance upon us for the sins of our past. But, we are proud warriors and can hide no more. The Assassin people would willingly bend their knee to your great nations in return for assistance and protection while we are reborn into this world. If you agree to lend us assistance, we ask that you send financial aide, medical supplies, food, and water to the locations marked. Unfortunately I cannot relay the location of our base, as I fear this outdated code has long since been compromised by others. However, if you wish to meet or relay a message in return, there are 4 Assassin commandos whom have sent this message. They will have been quite publicly captured after this message was sent. They can assist you in finding me. In your debt, Marco. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Second message. -Establishing link with Assassin satellite... -Connection failed. Satellite damaged... -Rerouting... -Connection established... -Begin coded message. Burst broadcast, all frequencies, full power. "The Assassin Empire rises anew. From the wasteland we shall rebuild and bring our people back into the fold. Return to the Empire my children, and bring all that you can. It is time..." -Message sent successfully... -Connection lost. Satellite damaged. ------------------------------------------------------------------- The team leader smiled at the camera man. "Thank you." And turned to the stairwell. Outside he could hear sirens as he began to descend. |
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| Kasnyia | Apr 30 2011, 08:45 PM Post #9 |
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There was no response from Kasnyia publically or via channel. The official doctrine of isolation was in effect. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Apr 30 2011, 10:04 PM Post #10 |
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The Governor was sitting quietly in his office, sorting through last minute paperwork before retiring. His peace, however, was interrupted by his aide crashing through the door. "Sir!" the breathless man began, "We...We've a situation in the city of Little Chirondom..." The Governor groaned. He didn't have a single moment to himself after the collapse of the Eleytherian Federal Government. Worse still, Kugaaruk insisted on micromanaging his department, which annoyed him to no end. "What the hell is it now? I swear to God if its another req..." "Assassins" the aide interrupted. "Assassins!?" replied the Governor, pausing, "Well, who the hell was the target?" "No, no..." said the aide, "Not those Assassins. The People - the Assassin Nation!" The Governor did not know whether to be angry or laugh the man out of his office. This was no doubt some form of joke. The assistant could see the mixed look crossing the Governors face, and decided instead to grab the remote and flip the Television on. He finally had the Governors attention. "What the hell is going on...?" the Governor whispered to himself. He picked up the phone. --------------- The Colony was shell shocked by the events transpiring within it. After so many years of tranquility and peace, the Assassins rear their ugly heads. Assassins. Eleytherian history with such a barbaric culture was long and occasionally bloody. Former allies turned enemies in the Dominion war, their troops were formidable enough to warrant the training of a special detachment in the Armed Forces, specifically to hunt and kill Assassin soldiers. Of the few Dominionist Assassins that volunteered to surrender, none were spared. While these teams proved effective enough, there was one problem: They were all in Eleytheria proper. The local authorities were left to surround the Media complex on their own - at least for the moment. They had no intention of entering the building, but preventing anything other than civilians from coming out. Those that did come out, were immediately detained not as victims but as suspects. The orders to detain everyone in the vicinity were received only moments after being deployed and seemed extremely odd to the officers, but they did not question them. It took only a matter of minutes before a pair of helicopters began to circle the building like a pair of vultures, beaming their spotlights through its windows in search of prey. Off in the distance, however, a much larger helicopter was approaching - it carried the true predators... --- Inside the building, the panicked staff could do little but pray and wait. Light regularly bathed the offices, but the Assassins were careful to avoid any angle in which they might be shot. But a dozen floors to the ground, they could see the police and Special Response Unit surrounding the building. What also appeared to be men dressed in military uniforms, were also rapidly storming up along the walls. A few minutes passed with little changing, until a distant thud began to settle over the building. A helicopter, clearly many times larger than the small police units, settled over the building - the spinning of its rotors rattled the windows and the roar of its engines could be heard over each relentless thud. The Assassins, well-versed in warfare as always, immediately identified the distinct sound as that of a Mil MI-17. An attempt to storm the building was upon them... OOC: I'll let you RP the actual capture, I don't want to get too rough with these poor bastages... |
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| Kasnyia | May 1 2011, 11:11 AM Post #11 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- forgot to add this part. PM me, AA, if you need any clarification to the last bit... IC- Assassins who had lived in Kasnyian Australia after the war quietly made their way to where they just seemed to know in their hearts they were supposed to be...where the new Empire would be. Some dropped everything and only went with the clothes on their backs. Others, such as those who had worked in construction, took their tools and vehicles with them. Some took their families, some did not. But one person who should have been among them was not. Not for lack of wanting to answer the call, but for lack of hearing it. Like his blood brother, whom he had decided to travel with, he had decided to forge a new path...and he had taken some of the Assassins with him... |
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| New Harumf | May 1 2011, 11:19 AM Post #12 |
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Arthur Denton was doing his usual boring job, monitoring 100's of little used communications channels for any possible remote threat against any Lambda League ships at sea. Three years, seven months and 26 days on the job, stationed in his hidden bunker on a remote island near the Phillipines, and never anything to report. He was starting to go crazy, and was just ticking off the minutes until his four year assignment was over and he would be replaced; four months, four days and four hours left. He chuckled to himself, 4-4-4! Oh that it was 0-0-0!!! Then, his scanner zeroed in on a very powerful signal coming from a satellite - it was so strong it was as if it was coming from directly overhead, and it was highly encrypted, so he recorded it, as was routine, and proceeded to verify the frequency. He checked his books, and had to go quite a while till he found the listing; when he read it, his blood turned cold. In small type it read, simply, "Assassin Army". Quickly, Arthur grabbed his laptop, where decades of encryption, identified by pirates aboard captured and pundered ships, have been collected. He typed in "Assassin Army" in the search screen, and fourteen encryptions showed up. They were rated from "Standard" through "Extremely High", and the "Extremely High" were rated 1 to 4. Only one scheme was rated "Extremely high 4" - it was labeled "Assassin Army Highest Military Command Encription. It was obtained twenty-two years ago from a captured decoder aboard and damaged AA commando vessel taken in the Tasmainian Sea. Arthur, pulled it up, and plugged in the flash drive with the recorded message. Instantly, it appeared:
Now, Arthur's hands were shaking, and he picked up his red phone and lifted the receiver for the first time since he had been stationed. "He . . hello?" he began. "Listening post 1754A, Denton reporting. The following message has come to us over a highly encrypted transmission; from the, uh, Assassins." Pause "No, no, not an assassin, THE ASSASSINS. Yes, yes, The Assassin Army . . . " Arthur then slowly read the entire communique, word for word. |
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| Assassin | May 25 2011, 08:09 PM Post #13 |
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Field Marshal
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OCC: Sorry for the delay.Been busy with family, and... well, drunk. IC: The Assassin team leader and his men stood well away from the windows. The few civilians that had been too terrified to run, huddled in the far corner. Their eyes locked on their captors with fear. A woman wimpered with fear, drawing the attention of the team leader. "You." He said with force. "Stand up." The woman did so slowly, her knees shaking as the team leader approached her. "Go to the door, slowly, and escape. The rest of you too. You are not prisoners. Further more, you have our appologies for the disruptions caused by myself and my people." As one the group began to move to the door. Another Assassin stopped a heavy set guard before he could join them. "Not you. You have a more important job. The rest of you, get out." The group slowly made their way to the door and escaped, doubtlessly into the hands of local authorities. The team leader hoped they would tell the police what had transpired and that there was no casualties. As for the remaining guard, he stood stock still. His head held high, defiantly showing bravery in the face of what he assumed to be his death. "What is your name?" The team leader asked after a moment. Again, he asked forcefully. "Rick." "Interesting name." The team leader said. He allowed his voice to soften. "I'm the leader of this group. Again, you have our appologies for what has happened today. However, a strong statement was needed to both your government and my people. I would like to point out that no one has been harmed, minus a few ceiling tiles. Nor have we technically held you against your will. You could have escaped unharmed. However, since you didn't... we now have a choice." He paused, allowing Rick to ask the logical question. "What choices?" "Simple. We let you escape, and we die in here like animals. Or... we make you a hero." "What?!" Rick was confused, and his fear momentarily forgotten. "A hero. I imagine you would recieve a nice reward for capturing several Assassin commandos. Maybe a book and movie deal. Either way, that is the best way for us to survive this encounter. Your nation has no love for our kind. But a captured Assassin can't be executed, especially once he has surrendered. Undoubtably there is news crews outside Rick. If you take our weapons, bind our hands, and lead us outside, your nation would be unable to kill us on the spot. The international response would be far too grave to allow that. Even if we are Assassins." "Why are you telling me this?" "So you can tell the story correctly when the news wants to interview you. Tell them you managed to grab my weapon, hit me, and the rest surrendered. Now, do we have a deal?" Rick nodded after several moments. The Assassins all dropped their guns, with the exception of the team leader. His weapon was handed to Rick. "Remember Rick, you have to hit me. Try to break the nose if you can." Rick, after a moments hesitation did so. It took several minutes, but he bound their hands with twine. Slowly, he led them to the door and then outside. Rick shouted once as he exited the building. "I got the motherf-ckers! I GOT EM! I captured them all!" ooc: Your up ED. Feel free to interrogate the Team leader. He will tell you everything that has transpired up to this point, with an additional message that I will RP." |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | May 28 2011, 05:18 PM Post #14 |
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OOC: Family and Drunk are both perfectly valid reasons, AA! :lol: IC: As the Assassins and their captor, Rick, emerged from the building unharmed, the Media and Police were thunderstruck. The Military presence, however, pounced within moments; the Assassins were escorted to a nearby parking lot where they were loaded aboard the Helicopter and hauled away deep into the Australian desert. Rick, on the other hand, was taken for "debriefing" - or more accurately - interrogation. The Assassins themselves were now in the care of men clad in black combat gear. During the flight, not a single word was spoken. The Team Leader and his men could readily identify them as Eleytherian Shadow Guard, the Nations foremost secretive and elite of forces: Many of their operations were not even known to the President they swore to protect. At least, not until after the fact. Many of the Shadow Guards' methods directly violate Eleytherian law, as well as International standards of conduct. Worse, their 'conduct' has only deteriorated further after the Dominion wars, all in the name of protecting Eleytheria, of course. Upon arrival, the Assassins were herded through the courtyard of a military compound of some sort. Were it not late in the evening the heat would be unbearable, but the air was now cold and the stars began to shine through the suns life-bearing glow. They had no idea just how long of a night it would be... ...Five hours later... One by one, the Assassins were hauled into interrogation and pressed for information. They went through the list from lowest rank to highest: The Assassins could see their comrades being dragged away - one by one - but were unable to communicate with them. The Team Leader could do nothing but watch as they were paraded to and from their cells, but the treatment appeared to have become progressively more rough as the Eleytherians went down the list, as some men were returned to their cells with red marks and one was even limping. Finally, they came to interrogate the Squad Leader. His captors escorted him from his cell down a series of dimly lit corridors until they reached a junction. To his left he could see signs of a well-maintained facility, but the direction they took him in was cold, damp and in decades of disrepair. He was taken into a small room with a metal table and chair in the center, above it was a very rustic piece of lighting. To the right of the room, there was a man hovering over "equipment" of varying nature ranging from recording devices to what was clearly torture devices, ones he could see were designed specifically to inflict maximum pain with minimum injury and scarring. Most of it looked factory new. He was seated and his hands bound to the chair, which he could feel was bolted tightly into the floor. His escorts left. "Good Evening, Assassin." said his interrogator. "You know, one of your team members had something very interesting to say. Your forces are not with the Dominion so many others of your kind swore fealty to, or so he would have me believe. He even went so far as to say your 'group' has fought the Dominion. Interesting ... Our Intelligence said the last of the Assassin Resistance was crushed in the Imperial City." He began to walk around the Team Leader, "If your men weren't so rehearsed in giving nothing but Name, Rank and Serial Number, perhaps we could have gotten to this point sooner. Believe me, I don't take enjoyment in what I do; in fact, my superiors would have my ass if they knew what went on here. But, I much prefer to skip the political and humanitarian bullshit and get straight to the truth." Completing a full circle, he stopped in front of the table and locked eyes with his captive. It is so much more ... effective- don't you think?" The Assassin merely stared, which gave some amusement to the Eleytherian. "Since you lead this little party, perhaps you could tell me why I should believe you or your men. Why should I consider you and your thralls anything more than Dominionist scum?" OOC: I thought I'd give you a chance to RP this part, AA. If you don't want to, I'll continue soon. |
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| New Harumf | May 31 2011, 01:30 PM Post #15 |
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Flying a green flag, several small freighters with fishing-traller radar profiles started making deliveries to the verious locations on the AA message. Some places were simple atolls, others were down inland rivers, one location was near no land, and instructions said to just put the cargo adrift. The Lambda League responded very well, and provided everything Commander Marco had requested, including a few surprises - ship killer missiles and ocean and land mines. The LL businessmen realised unrest in the region was very good for business, and as they have been eluding the Eleytherian Shadow Guard and the Eleytherian Navy for years, this all was old hat. |
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| Assassin | May 31 2011, 05:48 PM Post #16 |
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OOC: I'll make a post tonight. Excellent posts ED and NH. |
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| Kasnyia | May 31 2011, 07:07 PM Post #17 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- I forget, you need me for anything in this? My memory sucks at the moment. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | May 31 2011, 07:43 PM Post #18 |
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Resident Bystander
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OOC: He mentioned something about Hicks' children in Kasnyia, I can only guess they'll play a pivotal role in his resurgence. |
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| Kasnyia | May 31 2011, 09:10 PM Post #19 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- If thats all, I already got that covered for later on. I was talking about anything immediate. |
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| Assassin | Nov 18 2011, 03:43 AM Post #20 |
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Field Marshal
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The team leader rose his head proudly and looked his captor in the eyes. He was aware that he was being monitored, that surely some of his team had broken down and told them everything they knew. But none of that mattered. He had his own orders, surprising as they were, and would not disobey them. He allowed himself to relax, the handcuffs that kept his hands bound behind his back chaffing ever so slightly. "The truth? Sir, with all due respect... I highly doubt you could handle a truth of this magnitude." "Try me." The team leader smiled. "Ah, a true Eleytherian. I stand corrected. Allow me to connect some 'dots' for you then. My serial number is 174-817-772. You have my associates already. Check them. You will find no record of them in any Dominion file, which surely you've captured or obtained some over the past several years." "And you think this will prove you aren't Dominion soldiers? You could be a covert team. Or a sleeper cell recently activated to cause trouble." "Perhaps. But why wait until after the Dominion has fallen? Further more, the Dominion never fully trusted any Assassin personnel. We were feared, as it was open knowledge that our people resented and eventually resisted the Dominion. As such, detailed files were surely kept of all Assassin dominion soldiers, covert or otherwise. Gassel was paranoid after all." His interrogator leaned back, and seemed to mull it over for a few moments. "You said 'dots'. What else aren't you telling me?" "First, we didn't kill anyone in our raid. We could have quite easily I assure you. Besides, do you really think some fat security guard could take down a team of trained Assassin soliders? Give our people some credit sir. We allowed ourselves to be captured. Secondly, we sent two messages. The first was encrypted and is not meant for your ears." "And the second?" "The second was unencrypted. You can read it for yourself, but I'll give you the general gist of it. The Assassin Empire is reborn, and it was a wake up call to those survivors hiding across the globe. The Assassins are returning home." He said with a smile. "What makes you think that anyone would believe this? Or that the nations of the world would allow a return of the Assassin Empire, Dominion slave or not?" "Your beliefs are not my concern. You will see it with your own eyes over the coming months. As for the other nations of the world, they are welcome to try and stop our rebirth. However, doing so would be like trying to stop the coming tide. Nor would it be entirely wise." "Is that a threat?" "Sir..." he said with a sigh. "You tell your children stories of Assassins. Creatures of the night, that come and devour misbehaving children. Ten feet tall, shoot fire balls from our eyes and lighting from our ass. Evil, devils, and what have you. Those stories, while humorous, exist for a reason." Before the interrogator could respond, the Assassin stood quickly. The handcuffs dangled from his wrist as he reached out and grabbed his captor by the neck and slammed him into the wall. "They exist because people know deep down that we are not to be fucked with!" With a quick turn, the interrogators head bounced off the table and his limp form collapsed to the ground unconscious. The interrogation room door opened slowly, and the rest of his team stood over several unconscious guards, their weapons now 'liberated'. "Gentlemen, I think its time to leave. Split up, go to ground, and wait for an opportunity to return to base. If you are cornered, you are not to be taken alive." The team leader said, as he grabbed a spare weapon. He stopped in the doorway, and turned back to the still unconscious interrogator. "Furutre reference, never cuff someones hands behind them. You can't see if they are picking them." And with that, the team vanished into the night. |
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| Assassin | Nov 18 2011, 04:10 AM Post #21 |
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What began as a few minor disappearances over the following months, eventually turned into a mass exodus from surrounding nations. Homes found empty and deserted. Armories found looted. Construction equipment, electronics, and even some military hardware began to vanish at alarming rates. Investigators were clueless at first, until they noticed hordes of people seemingly going all in the same direction. Trucks, cares, trailers, all of them heading deeper into the Australian continent. Such an exodus couldn't stay hidden for long, but was impossible to stop. Boarder guards attempted to stop some, but it was impossible. For each they stopped, a dozen simply ran through the gates. It was an impossible task. Commander Marco sent out patrols to lead the new Assassin citizens back to their base. Some he was sure were spies, but it hardly mattered. He was more interested in the construction of settlements, and infrastructure. The old base was more than capable of withstanding a modest attack, and they had enough weapons to defend themselves from most attacks. A determined one would surely hurt, but not without a great cost of life to the other side. Marco knew his people were far from safe, but the assistance from their pirate allies, as well as anonymous donors from other nations were quickly bringing the odds back in his favor. "Its working... its actually working..." "Sir?" "Its nothing soldier. Carry on, and be sure to distribute the water, food, and medical supplies." "Yes sir!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Over the next year the Assassin people would work and toil in shifts. 24 hours a day the Australian outback was alive with the noise of heavy machinery and shouts of workers. Each put their own sweat and blood into their work, perhaps event their very souls. The end result was magnificent and beautiful in such ways to be only pleasing to a true blooded Assassin. A city was built, but unlike any city that could be found on earth. It's high walls and fortifications looked as if they could withstand all but the most devastating attacks. Farms and irrigation could be found outside its walls, as well as many towns and homes seemly made from whatever materials had been left to spare. But the most awe inspiring feature was the large black tower that rose from the center of the city. It was there that Commander Marco watched as his people and nation was slowly reborn. ((OOC: Sorry for the super speed build resurrection. Not exactly what I planned, but I do intend to pace myself from this point on. I just wanted to get the grunt work out of the way, get a map spot, and begin to really interact with the rest of our community. IM SO RONERY!)) |
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| Assassin | Nov 21 2011, 03:02 AM Post #22 |
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Commander Marco slowly finished dressing himself in his dress uniform. His slave, Kara was nearby holding his jacket, quiet as a mouse, eyes locked on the floor. She had been his prisoner for many months, each day crawling by. Surprisingly, she had been treated well, and wore a simple blue dress that flowed elegantly. Slave or not, she understood that the Commander had a soft spot for her that showed due to her treatment since her capture. In truth, she had begun to admire the Commander and was beginning to understand that not all Assassins were murderers and savages. There was an elegance of sorts there, something she couldn't put into words but was readily apparent. Marco stood proudly as he admired himself in a mirror, his many medals and decorations pinned to his chest. His slightly graying hair was cut short in perfect military regulations, shoes shined, and everything in order. He smiled. "Kara. My jacket if you please." "Yes my Lord!" She said quickly, stepping to his side and holding the jacket out. Marco slipped it on easily, and turned with a nod of thanks. Kara stepped back quickly and resumed her imitation of a statue just out of his reach. "My dear, today is a grand day. Do you know why?" "No my Lord." "Today is the day we become a nation again. Our people have completed the construction of this fortress city, and now we can begin the next phase of my plan." He paused, and looked Kara up and down. "You will accompany me this evening." "Yes my Lord." Marco gestured for Kara to follow, which she did obediently to his right and a step behind. The two left the small room, the guards outside the door snapping to attention and saluting crispy. 'Sir!' The Commander paid them no attention as he turned left and headed down the hall. It was a fairly drab corridor, but what awaited him was not. A guard opened the door at the end of the hall, and the Commander entered with Kara in tow. The lights were dim as he walked up several steps. Cheering broke out in the darkness, and the lights came up slowly as Marco approached a podium. The lights came on full force to the sound of a million cheers, and a deluge of flowers landing on the stage. The commander stood there for a few moments as the cheers continued, a smile locked on his face. In his mind, he knew this was as much for his people as it was for himself. He raised a hand, and the cheering grew hushed. "I stand before you tonight, honored and touched. Thank you all for the warm welcome. It is my pleasure to be here tonight to greet you all, and deliver a message to each of you. The past year we have all worked hard, giving our blood sweat and tears to rebuild what was lost. Tonight, I tell you that we are a nation again!" Cheers erupted from the audience, and refused to die down for several minutes. Finally, they eased as Marco raised his hands again with a smile. "Thank you, thank you. We are a nation once more. We have every reason to be proud. However, as a nation we must begin to reclaim what is ours. The work is not yet complete, but the hardest is now behind us. What needs to be done now will take time, but it will be well spent. Today I wish announce the formation of our new government." Cheers erupted again, with many shouts of 'Marco!' included. "My people, I hear your shouts. I cannot deny such an honor, so it is my pleasure to accept the position of Regent of the Assassin Nation! I will do my very best to continue to lead you. It is also my pleasure to announce one more position that I have recently filled. The position of our Diplomat. As many of you know first hand, our people are looked upon with disgust, hatred, and fear in many nations across the globe. Our Diplomat will meet with these nations and repair the damage that was done by our former failed nation. The truth ladies and gentlemen will set us free. The truth that we are NOT Dominion slaves, but are instead the true Assassin people!" The crowd roared again, with shouts of 'Who! Who!' echoing throughout. "I can think of no one better suited to the role than the one whom has seen the truth for herself." He turned and faced Kara. "My dear, step forward. Kara suddenly turned white as the crowd went completely silent. "M-my lord?" "Step forward." Marco said again, his eyes seeming to glean in the lights of the stage. Kara did as she was told, her dress flowing as she moved. "Kara, you have served the Assassin people for the past year faithfully. You have worked along side us as we rebuilt. You have seen us at the best of times, and the worst of times. Further more, you are not of Assassin blood. You come from a world outside of ours, a world without honor and Assassin virtue. You have seen the truth of us through an outsiders eyes, and as such would be best suited to explain and dispel the untruths about our people to the nations of the world. That is why I have chosen you. That is why I release you from servitude now, and grant you the title of honorary Assassin as well as this position within our government. Do you accept?" The crowd was dead silent, and Kara imagined a pin could be heard if dropped. "I'm... free?" "You are." "I... I'm an Assassin?" "Honorary. But, yes. You will be considered as an Assassin forever more by our people." Kara stood speechless for several moments. She was free... free to leave, to return to her former life! She smiled, and readied herself to tell Marco where to shove his title. "In that cas-" and then stopped suddenly. Her former life seemed so far away now. And was it even all that great? She was a looter of Assassin artifacts. Her friends were now dead, and so far as the world was concerned, so was she. But what she had here was something... different. She felt like she had a purpose. And the Assassins had treated her fairly well, better than some of her previous friends had in fact. The whole time she had been with Marco, she had been a captive but had never felt safer. No one dared to so much as touch her. It was almost like royalty in some respects. And now she had the chance to BE one of the Assassin people. Not only that, but one of importance and in a position of power. Marco gently grabbed her hand and pulled her to the podium. "You're people await your response my dear." He held her hand gently and smiled as he looked into her eyes. In that instant, another Assassin was born. One of great importance, and the future face of the Assassin people. Kara nodded once and spoke. "In that case, I will graciously accept. The crowd cheered for what seemed like days to Kara as she smiled and waved at the crowd. |
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| Porcu | Nov 25 2011, 11:17 PM Post #23 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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The Republic of Porcu is very much interested in establishing relations with the resurrected Assassin Nation, and anticipate a reply for a time and meeting place at your convenience. |
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| Assassin | Dec 2 2011, 12:28 AM Post #24 |
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The Assassin people welcome an opportunity to establish relations with the Republic of Porcu. We will contact you shortly with instructions. |
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| New Harumf | Dec 2 2011, 01:10 PM Post #25 |
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The Lambda League has sent the following message to the Assassins:
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