Confederation Controversy

[Regna Loreau]

Confederation Intelligence has tracked the perpetrator of the attack on the Confederation's Christmas Dinner. Now all that is left is to wait, watch and establish a viable strategy to attack. The heads of the intelligence agencies of the Confederation have been invited to Regna Loreau's MI 1 building, on the island of Virica to discuss the event. Upon their arrival, they land on an airstrip in the side of the cliff face, which leads to a large hanger in the side of the island.

((OOC: this roleplay is open to members of the Confederation and those who were in attendance at the Confederation dinner.))

[The Barefoot Anime Girls]

Representing the I-400 Intelligence agency of the nation of the Barefoot Anime Girls. Mika arrived on the airstrip, her folder tucked under her right arm. She had limited information based on the account given to her By Barefoot Empress Takao Bellator I, who had been a survivor of the takeover.

[The Chuck]

Although Walter was not the head of his country's international intelligence agency nor a member of the Confederation of Corrupt Dictators, he decided to go in person to the MI 1 building in Regna Loreau since having a couple bastard terrorists stick a gun in his face had incensed him so much. This was why he had just spent the past twelve on a plane from the Northern Ocean to Regna Loreau to meet with the members of the acclaimed intelligence communities of the other guests at the Confederation Dinner party and figure out who was responsible. Once the plane touched down, he stepped off onto the runway. Standing there, any bystander could make out the bulge under his coat that was obviously a weapon.

[Uthax]

Representing the UI-2 divison, Conner Long has landed at the airstrip of the MI 1 building. Although the representative has very little information about the attack he has been sent to lend a helping hand to detain the perpetrator. He steps off the plane, which has secret compartments under every seat loaded with various weapons, and goes to speak with Walter to be informed about the case.

[Regna Loreau]

Instead of a helicopter, a brunette with her hair in a single plait running over her left shoulder greets the people as they leave their planes. In her hands is a clipboard that holds a holographic display on it, one which she uses to document their names when they are given.

"Please state your name, rank, country of origin and operating code for the record." Her voice is formal, the line having clearly been practised many times. "Once you have done so, please make your way through security, then take the first elevator, marked 'Lapis'. You will press only the top button After you have swiped the card you will be given upon clearing security. Failure to do so will result in your person being injected with a neuro toxin, which will leave you with approximately 5 minutes to live."

((Operating codes can be a mix of letters and numbers))

[The Barefoot Anime Girls]

Instead of a helicopter, a brunette with her hair in a single plait running over her left shoulder greets the people as they leave their planes. In her hands is a clipboard that holds a holographic display on it, one which she uses to document their names when they are given.

"Please state your name, rank, country of origin and operating code for the record." Her voice is formal, the line having clearly been practised many times. "Once you have done so, please make your way through security, then take the first elevator, marked 'Lapis'. You will press only the top button After you have swiped the card you will be given upon clearing security. Failure to do so will result in your person being injected with a neuro toxin, which will leave you with approximately 5 minutes to live."

"Mika, Grand Marschal of I-400, the Intelligence agency of The Barefoot Anime Girls, Operating code MBG-013, Serial Number 004526293"

[Uthax]

Instead of a helicopter, a brunette with her hair in a single plait running over her left shoulder greets the people as they leave their planes. In her hands is a clipboard that holds a holographic display on it, one which she uses to document their names when they are given.

"Please state your name, rank, country of origin and operating code for the record." Her voice is formal, the line having clearly been practised many times. "Once you have done so, please make your way through security, then take the first elevator, marked 'Lapis'. You will press only the top button After you have swiped the card you will be given upon clearing security. Failure to do so will result in your person being injected with a neuro toxin, which will leave you with approximately 5 minutes to live."

((Operating codes can be a mix of letters and numbers))

"Conner Long, Chief of Intelligence of UI-2, The Rogue Nation of Uthax, Operating code; KGB- 432"

[Regna Loreau]

A few moments pass, then the girl steps aside, allowing the duo the pass. "Welcome Grand Marshall Mika, Sir Walter and Cheif Long, please proceed to the security check point through the blast door. You will be asked to remove any firearms now." The girl points at the door, the path behind her clearly set by guide ropes. All around them, the planes are being taken through to small, individual hanger pods.

Once a jet is inside a hanger pod, the pod is lowered below the island into a sort of storage area and the people are given a keycard. "Think of it as a cloaking system, but for planes. We have an underground warehouse that stores all the planes of our guests. Turn around time for a private jet is about 20 minutes, fueling, retrieval and storage included."

The brunette presses a button and places her face near the scanner, having her retina scanned, whilst her hand is scanned by a separate hand print scanner, one that also measures pulse. The blast door opens and the individuals are greeted with a very.. Airport style security set up.

[The Chuck]

Waiting patiently in line, Walter Sobchak checked his watch for the time. Once it was his turn he stepped forward and addressed the lady with the clipboard in a courteous manner,

"Walter Sobchak, President, The Chuck, P-12."

After being registered, he took his card and followed the others to security. Arriving in front of the guards, he stopped and pulled back his coat exposing the plethora of weapons he was packing. The obvious bulge was his standard C.Q.B. TCR-15 assault rifle but Walter Sobchak also had dual holsters with TCP-9s and two senorita pistols in his dress shoes. Taking off all the weapons he deposited them in the receptacle.

[Regna Loreau]

Walter, like the rest of the individuals, is processed by a girl who stands about 5'7, with deeply tanned skin, black hair and a set of dark brown eyes. From the way she acts, it is clear that she is quite relaxed as of now, but is clearly also a field operative. The very slight rectangle on her shirt is most likely some sort of melee weapon, and is clearly a balisong/butterfly knife for those trained in identifying them. She is openly wearing a pistol at her waist.

The girl offers him a slightly cocky grin, which could also be smugness, however her tone carried with it an obvious interest in the leader. "Packing any other sort of large weaponry I should know about?" She takes the weapons from his collection, storing them in a briefcase. She walks out from behind the scarcely noticeable bullet proof glass, standing on other side of the scanner, which functions as a contraband detector, radioactivity tester and for a number of other bio/hazards.

"Please pay attention. Place your hands on the hand panels infront of you and the chamber will seal. You will be scanned for approximately 30 seconds and I will review the results on this monitor. The glass used is rated against most bullets, save for anti material rifles, however the chances of a person concealing one of those is slim at best. The glass will also sustain the force of 8 grenades detonating simultaneously."

The glass chamber closes on Walter and he is scanned by the machine, the operative watching the results carefully. The floor under him begins to rotate, as does the chamber, however it does so silently. The operative explains to them all; "The machine also is designed to spin around enough to disorient any potential gunman, to stop them from accurately shooting when they exit. You will all be spun as a precaution."

[Uthax]

Long steps forward when it is his turn to be checked in and speaks to the operative “Good day ma’am. I assure you I do not have many firearms on me.”

He removes his black suit coat to expose a wide array of knives, ranging from small pen knives to a large, sharp looking machete. He also presses a button twice on his shoe to detach both of his boot blades. He then turns in what looks to be a credit card but after pressing a small button located on the top left corner it mechanically turns into a small 9mm caliber firearm.

“Knife to meet you!” He laughs at his own stupid pun while the operative look even more dismayed then before. He deposits his weapons and waits for the rest to finish being checked in

[The Chuck]

Complying with the instructions, Walter did as he was told. While the machine started to spin him around, he replied with a chuckle to the girl's earlier statement about the bullet proof glass,

"I'm afraid I left my big bore hunting revolver back in my office."

While Walter was being twirled by the machine, he suddenly stiffened and spoke up,

"I almost forgot, my belt buckle detaches and can be used as brass knuckles. Do you need that too?"

With that he waited for the scan to finish.

[American Pere Housh]

The PHBI sends its finest investigators to assists in the investigation. ( Agents Solomon Smith, Ryan Maxwell, and Sophia Kukov)

[Regna Loreau]

"Hardly necessary, however I will take them. You are clean, please wait for the others to be processed." The woman takes the knives of Chief Long, placing them in a separate brief case. She opens the door and lets Water out, allowing Chief Long to enter the scanner. She takes Walters arm, steadying him, knowing that the spinning of the machine often turns the most stable people into clumsy idiots. She set him in an armchair, placed there specifically for the purpose of accommodating the individual who had just left the scanner

The way she had set him down was quite specific, and anyone who was watching may have noticed that she always kept him to the left side of her body, far away from the weapons she carried, which were all to the right side. "Please step into the scanner."

[Uthax]

Long proceeds into the scanner. As he starts spinning he is reminded of his brief time spent with Uthax’s space program. He smiles thinking back on simpler days. He waits for the scan to be complete

[Regna Loreau]

The scanner clears all of the individuals who enter it, the tanned woman taking a newly printed keycard from a printer mounted in the wall. Passing it over to Walter Schobak, she calls the lift to their floor, ushering them all inside and taking the keycard back, swiping it and clicking the button for the top floor. The lift rises through the ground, the glass windows showing only the metal sides of the lift shaft, illuminated by lights.

The lift dings, the doors opening to a conference room. Inside currently, there are about 20 people preparing the meetings drinks or those getting drinks. At the end of the table, a well know woman sits. Blonde hair and a set of piercing eyes, Darjeeling Chie sits at the head of the table, glancing at the holographic displays infront of her. She looks up at the new arrivals.

"Welcome. Please, take a seat. Andou, you may return to the security check point and I'd recommend being more discrete when trying to give someone your number." Walter Schobak, if he looked at his suit pocket, would notice a number scrawled onto the back of a card

[The Chuck]

Chuckling, Walter didn't mention that earlier when he had stepped out of the scanner dazed and dizzy he had attempted to palm his business card to Andou when she had helped him sit down. After taking his seat, Walter reached into his suit and pulled out the card with Andou's number and a manila envelope. Putting her number in his wallet, he opened the manila envelope and pulled out a fairly thin file.

[Regna Loreau]

Andou had taken his business card, and that was what had sparked her to pass her own off to him, albeit her private number. With a final grin, Andou went down in the lift, leaving the room in Darjeelings control.

"Please. Keep yourselves entertained for a few minutes whilst the others turn up. We are waiting on a few more members."

Darjeeling's attention turns back to her display, making the final few preparations for the presentation that is soon to come.

[Castelia]

Over the skies of Virica, a black business jet of the Castelian Air Force descended on the island's airstrip, which was carved into the side of the island's cliff face. After touching down, two people stepped off from the plane and into the runway. Both were wearing the same outfit: black business suits, with sunglasses covering their eyes. However, one man was clearly older than the other.

The first man looked to be in his late 60's, with graying hair and wrinkles on his skin. Despite this, he looked to be physically fit, and walked with the strength and movement of a younger man. His face was fixed into a scowl, and he exuded a serious aura that seemed to enhance his intimidation. The other man, meanwhile, was significantly younger, appearing to be in his late 20's or early 30's. He was taller than the older man, but he had a lanky frame that made him look thinner than he really was. He had a big grin on his face, and seemed to enjoy everything he was doing in life.

Together, they walked towards what appeared to be the entrance to the MI 1 building.

[Regna Loreau]

The airstrip that is bored into the side of the cliff face accommodates the air, the hanger crew taking the plane to the hanger storage. The brunette welcomes the duo and runs through the same series of requests, "State your name, rank, country of origin and operating code for the record."

Upon answering, they pass through security, are disarmed, then are escorted to the elevator and up to the conference room, where Darjeeling stands upon noticing their arrival. "Good Morning gentlemen. Please take your seats at the designated location." Infront of each seat is a nation name, for the individuals of their respective nations.

[Scherzinger]

In a rather un-Scherzingerian fashion, Erwin, Momo, and their two Intelligence agents, landed on the airstrip in their twin engine prop plane.

Sorry dear, it has been a while since i have navigated to places outside of Scherzinger, are you ok lovely?

Ill be better after this is over. Perhaps you should make sure that Rumi and Mumei are ok

Erwin posed the same question to his intelligence officials, whom both responded in approval.

The 4 of them walked to the building they presumed was the MI 1 building, and awaited for someone to greet them.

Erwin, my love, are you sure we are in the right place?

I hope so, i followed the co-ordinates

[Regna Loreau]

The same brunette greets Erwin, Momo and their agents on the subterranean runway, asking in a polite tone. "Please state your name, rank, country of origin and operating code for the record."

After these are stated, they are passed through security and disarmed of all weapons. After this they are taken to the conference room by Andou, where Darjeeling awaits them. Upon noticing the lift opening and seeing the occupants, Darjeeling stands and bows, as do the serving staff.

"Greetings Emperor and Empress Zenzefer. To what do we owe the honour of your presence?"