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Post by jaslandia on Dec 7, 2013 1:45:23 GMT
Governor William Truman of Jaslandia walked in. He took a seat directly across from the Autumnian representative.
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Post by Unfallious on Dec 7, 2013 2:20:27 GMT
Edit: OOC: I broke Jaslandia accidentally. I dunno how
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Post by rimmy on Dec 7, 2013 2:52:00 GMT
Councillor Davison walked in, looking warily at the seated link. He took a seat next to Plato, and took out his files, reports and laid his vox on the table. Outside, 5 Martians hefted large-bore shotguns, high caliber pistols and various melee weapons. Most were armed with machetes, but the leader Fraathen was armed with a wicked scimitar, and another carried a whirling chain-blade. As they moved, their mechanical legs clanked and whined. They were the Martyr's's.
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Post by jaslandia on Dec 7, 2013 3:36:25 GMT
Governor Truman turns toward Councilor Davidson. "Glad you could make it, Davidson. So, when should we start the meeting?"
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Post by rimmy on Dec 7, 2013 10:09:46 GMT
Davidson smiled and coughed a little, turning half-way between Plato and Truman. "I wouldn't know, my dear friend here has decided to run this, so I assume he will be the one to begin? A rather brash act, if I do say. A hostile act not to arrive? Hmm."
Davidson turned back to Truman and smiled a little, "At least the situation with the WMD is dealt with. My brother was one of the many soldiers in the direct line of fire," Davidson began as he glanced towards the link, "And if they were hit..."
Davidson let the words trail off as he stared into the monitor, eye's glinting.
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Post by Unfallious on Dec 7, 2013 16:12:40 GMT
The commander finished his cigar. Placed it down in the ashtray and leaned back
Commander: and if he were hit. It would have been our first casualty of the war. What was the reason for you going to war? Was it because the Vladovastock chaps asked you to? Because I have a dead link and a missing monitor from my last meeting with them.
Commander: Oh, I've forgotten introductions. Hello. I'm the supreme commander of the Unfallious state. I'm back on the homeworld which is why you're seeing me through a monitor. Although, after the last meeting I'm not sure I'd want to attend.
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Post by vladovaskia on Dec 7, 2013 20:59:15 GMT
Sergeant: WAT IN DE SAM HELL HAS GUN'ON WHILE I WAZ USLEEP?
Adviser: Ummm. I honestly don't know, sir. Last thing I remember was the Unfallious Commander was rambling on about some sort of WMD..
Sergeant: Hmm. He must've launched it and put us all into a temporary coma. Never mind him. Friendship it is.
Adviser: Also we've received word that the Autumnian/Nudonian Coalition requests access of our proposed lands.
Sergeant: ...
Sergeant: Wutevs. We'll just connect our borders from below them.
Adviser: Also... something about a meeting.. summit or some shit? I honestly don't know man. I've got a horrible hangover.
Sergeant: Dude, you're telling me. Send Jon over to that summit. He's the only one of us who isn't totally destroyed after what happened.
--------------------------------------------------------- WHAT HAPPENED: Vladovaskia sent a Foreign Affairs Minister to the Autumnian Summit We gave the Coalition the land they requested, and extended our borders underneath them. (If someone could fill that in on the map that'd be great) And I still don't know what's going on. Can someone please inform me?
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Post by rimmy on Dec 8, 2013 10:52:23 GMT
They stood diligent, watching as the engineers carefully took it apart, piece by piece. The soldiers, humans and Martians alike, though once filled with danger and purpose, found nothing. They didn't find resistance, they didn't find a fight. They found cowering colonists. They continued their watch, guns lazily hefted and eyes glazed. Alex began to walk to the "toilets" as his watch passed. He passed a napping soldier, and saw his mark. He began a descent into the tunnels of the WMD, which was hooked up to all of the pipes of the natural gas.
He began to crouch as the tunnels became smaller and smaller, the damp air closing in on him. All Alex did was smile. He was getting closer. Alex finally reached it, a major pipeline. He lent down and pulled the large, rectangular charge from his back-pack. *BEEP* He pulled off the adhesive on the back and slammed it onto the pipe. He was going to succeed. He hummed with happiness as he began to secure it. The large charge was ready.
*BEEP*
He hefted his Hemer's Mk 4 Closed-Pattern rifle and began the trek back through the tunnels. As he reached an intersection *BEEP* he heard voices ring out. He cursed under his breath. Guards were patrolling. The next tunnel seemed so *BEEP* close, and yet, he knew he would be spotted. He began to mutter a quick praye- *BEEP* r as he sprinted from his cover. In seconds bullets rang out. He slammed into the far wall as rounds began to *BEEP* chip away at his cover. He span free of the wall, unleashing hell as his assault ri- *BEEP* fle sang. A guard screamed as the bullets ripped through her thr- *BEEP* oat, ending her life slowly and painfully.
*BEEP*
He kept running, and could see the light at the en- *BEEP* d of the tunn-
*BEEP*
Hot pain seared through him a- *BEEP* s justice was delivered in the form o- *BEEP* f red hot lead. He fell, fa- *BEEP* ce twisted into a smile. *BEEP* With a sigh, h- *BEEP* e finished wi- *BEEP* th,
"To the Martyr's go the Glory."
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEPBEEPBEE-*
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Private Clutch lifted his wife's body, tears running free. He had watched a filthy traitor gun her down, just as he was sprinting down the tunnel to her. He dropped to his knees, his standard issue pistol in his hand. He hugged her, her un-seeing eyes staring right back at him. He raised the pistol to his head, feeling the cold barrel press into his forehead. He squeezed the trigg-
An explosion roared and rippled down through the tunnels, amplified by the gas it had let free. A kneeling soldier was instantly consumed, his flesh charred off in an instant. He would later be found lying a few metres away from another skeleton, and both would be buried only kilometres from the site of their death. Both in unmarked graves.
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Commissar Phillips lowered his auto-pistol, it's barrel smoking, having delivered the justice of MPAN. He walked over to the corpse as it let go it's last words. He raised the pistol again and let the rest of his clip remove it's head. As he began to turn the corpse over, he flipped head over heels and slammed into a wall, dying instantly. His head was collapsed and destroyed, and he lay dead next to the traitor, his final act to deliver what he was trained to deliver.
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The rescue team of soldiers entered in their haz-mat suits. The other soldiers were shouting and on edge as this sudden threat emerged. The team entered as the fire finally burnt itself out. The gas was still pouring, but thankfully not all of it was released. Methane was all around them and they had banned all and any source of fire. So much so they didn't even carry guns. The men hefted knives and machetes, truly having drawn the short straw. As they entered the first tunnel, one of them tentatively kicked over a body full of bullets, that lay next to a dead Commissar.
The body rolled over to reveal a twisted smile, and the Cogs of Autumnia displayed on it's chest.
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Post by Autumnia on Dec 8, 2013 11:43:24 GMT
[ooc: so apparently you can control other peoples, colonies now] -------------------------------------------------------- The rescue team of soldiers entered in their haz-mat suits. The other soldiers were shouting and on edge as this sudden threat emerged. The team entered as the fire finally burnt itself out. The gas was still pouring, but thankfully not all of it was released. Methane was all around them and they had banned all and any source of fire. So much so they didn't even carry guns. The men hefted knives and machetes, truly having drawn the short straw. As they entered the first tunnel, one of them tentatively kicked over a body full of bullets, that lay next to a dead Commissar. The body rolled over to reveal a twisted smile, and the Cogs of Autumnia displayed on it's chest.
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Post by Unfallious on Dec 9, 2013 4:04:09 GMT
The commander is sitting in the chair listening to the drone of political arse licking. Suddenly a beeping appears from off screen.
Commander: Do excuse me, I have to take this call
The screen loses connection for several minutes before returning to the Commander sitting in his chair.
Commander: Ah. We seem to have a little problem, gentlemen. There has been an explosion at the WMD site. Our main pipeline is leaking. We're sending in hazmat teams to try to determine the cause of the explosion, but because of the gas' rather acidic nature this is rather hard. There doesn't seem to be much of a leak right now and it isn't a complete dispersal so it's still hovering around the WMD site.
But what is interesting, is that we have reports of some shots fired. Why they were fired is a mystery since the soldiers that fired the shots are all dead, but we're going to be conducting an investigation into this. We are deploying industrial scrubbers to clear up the air, but they won't arrive on the planet for some time. Let's hope we can patch this up before the wind changes. I assume you all still have your lovely artillery enplantments on the western coast.
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Telegram Recipient: [Redacted] Sender: [Redacted]
//Manipulate network//
Main pipeline deto. Sabotage likely.
*Protocol A1 in effect.* Target all leaders. Hold until ready.
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Post by rimmy on Dec 9, 2013 4:17:44 GMT
Davidson was caught in his own thoughts when the screen spoke up. He jolted upwards and shouted, "What? The WMD? Has it been fired? What the hell?!"
After catching himself, he took a breath and listened to the rest of the the Commander's speech.
Councillor Grath Davidson: An explosion? And shots were fired? ... So something went wrong, or what? Was it attacked? Did MPAN do this? Grath shook his head and quickly began dialling up his commander on the vox. Councillor Grath Davidson: Commander? Commander, respond. A few moments of waiting was soon replied with: Commander Trevor Hanter: Councillor, Trevor here. My artillery sighter was keeping an eye on the island and caught an explosion near the site of the WMD. What the hell is happening over there? Councillor Grath Davidson: We have no idea at this moment, but you must pack up all of the weapons and artillery and get your men to pull back to the main land. You are in danger. Get the hell out of there. Commander Trevor Hanter: Roger that sir, stepping to! Find out what bastard did this, would you? Councillor Grath Davidson: Got it.
The Councillor lowered the mic and turned to the screen.
Councillor Grath Davidson: So, what else do you know? This is... well, this is fucking awful. Who did this? Was it attacked or fired?
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Post by Unfallious on Dec 9, 2013 4:28:22 GMT
Commander: Hazmat teams have been deployed. They are making their way to the site. I'm requesting visual feed, hold. -- 30 minutes pass --
Commander: Finally! Link, put the visual feed on the monitor please.
The visual feed replaced the commander on the monitor. His voice is still heard.
Commander: here we are, sorry about the quality. Finding a location to put the camera where it wouldn't be consumed by acid was difficult. Now, they've entered into the site, the visibility is a bit bad. They should be turning on torches in a minute.
The visual feed lights up revealing the entrance to an underground facility.
Commander: Ah, there we go. Heading in now then...
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The descent is quite long..
The descent continues
(OOC: Giving you space to comment on anything here before I move onto my next part)
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Telegram
Recipient: [Redacted] Sender: [Redacted]
In position, Protocol A1 is ready. Waiting for trigger sequence. Waiting for trigger sequence.
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Post by jaslandia on Dec 9, 2013 4:36:40 GMT
"An explosion!?!" Truman exclaimed. "I'm absolutely shocked and appalled. I can promise you, gentlemen, that my nation will do everything in its power to find the perpetrators and bring them to justice." Truman turned to the Unfallious commander on the screen. "Sir, do you have any indication of casualties or damage?"
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Post by rimmy on Dec 9, 2013 14:12:59 GMT
"If these reports of shots being fired are true, the better question is why?", Davidson said, looking between the leaders, "Unfallious, did any of your men attack MPAN... or did MPAN attack them? I am not accusing... well, actually I am. Why the hell was there an explosion in the WMD as the MPAN were removing it?! Why were shots fired down there? More importantly, how many were shot? Was this a big gunfight?"
Grath shook his head, taking a breath, "Fucking peace treaty. Sure is a lot of help."
"Jaslandia, I recommend pulling all forces back as soon as you can. If this WMD is really going to spread, you may be hit. My men and ships are already in full retreat. As for the investigation, although you," Grath turned to screen, "are investigating, (OOC: as a note, MPAN's haz-mat soldiers just stopped at the entrance and only 1 or 2 followed the Unfallious troops down deeper) I'd rather send a team of JTFoN haz-mat soldiers in there as soon as possible, just to be sure. Until an armoured Dropbear and haz-mat soldiers can be gathered... I suppose you will be our only link to the WMD. I recommend you try none of your usual sneaking and lying, someone has fired or damaged or targeted or... whatever, a WMD. We need information, and I'd like to work together at this moment."
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Post by Unfallious on Dec 9, 2013 16:34:40 GMT
Commander: I'm sure you would. I'm sure you would. We should be nearing the end of the descent. We put the site well below ground so an accidental discharge would take time to release. Thank god.
The Hazmat team reach a tunnel and see a figure against a wall
Commander: Is, is that a body? There...There isn't supposed to be any body down here...
Commander (To off camera): Tell them to investigate closer on that body
The hazmat team turn the body over
Commander: That insignia...Is....Is that...That's fucking Autumnian cogs!
Commander (To off camera): Activate protocol A1! Do it now!
The lights in the room flicker and then go out as the peace summit is subjected to a local-range EMP strike. Unfallious forces converge on the base. The link opens the back panel of the monitor and takes out a small pocket pistol and eliminates the diplomat guards. (OOC: I'm sorry if this seems Godmodey, I'm just really wanting to prevent any escape here for my story arc to work)
Commander: I'm sorry gentlemen, we did assume this would be sabotage. We just didn't know by who. It seems now we're going to have a nice chat, without the bullshit.
The commander trails off as the door is stormed and a small 8 man Unfallious task force enter the Summit room.
Commander: Don't bother calling for help, a local range EMP explosive has detonated. Unless, of course you all have protective coating on your communicators. In which case we're going to have to confiscate them. Oh and sorry for the whole killing your guards thing, but we can't have any hostile intent.
The soldiers begin securing the area by sealing all the doors and windows.
Commander: Now, since we're going to be here for some time. I think we need to discuss why someone with Autumnian insignia is dead in my sabotaged WMD.
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