Oh Sweet Verona [REGION] [IC]

[Delvosity]

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OP: Delvosity, Altis-Stratis, Kalakhia, Bogan

Welcome to Verona, the glorious capital city of te United States of Delvosity. A city renound for being the seat of one of the most powerful governments in all of the Union of Atlantic Nations, and one of the most important trade and economic hub in all of the Union of Atlantic Nations. A stunning city at night as bright neon lights reveal the cities true beauty as tourism rates increase every day. Familes run around living their dream life with their children as they raise them in the new age. But everything in Verona isn't as it seems. Crime is on the rise as more organized gangs take the street, racism towards foreigners and tourists are on the rise due to the sudden terror threat level being raised, and now military jets and aircraft can be seen racing over the skies.

Let the city RP begin!

[Holy Serbia and Montenegro]

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OP: Delvosity, Altis-Stratis, Kalakhia, Bogan

Welcome to Verona, the glorious capital city of te United States of Delvosity. A city renound for being the seat of one of the most powerful governments in all of the Union of Atlantic Nations, and one of the most important trade and economic hub in all of the Union of Atlantic Nations. A stunning city at night as bright neon lights reveal the cities true beauty as tourism rates increase every day. Familes run around living their dream life with their children as they raise them in the new age. But everything in Verona isn't as it seems. Crime is on the rise as more organized gangs take the street, racism towards foreigners and tourists are on the rise due to the sudden terror threat level being raised, and now military jets and aircraft can be seen racing over the skies.

Let the city RP begin!

Troubled by the crime in Delvosity, Dragoslav Ateljevic has decided to create a micronation in Southern Georgia called Lowndes, which he will control from his flat in Verona. The capital of this new nation is a flourishing city known as Valdosta. Dragoslav sent a letter to The President of Delvosity that goes like this,
Mr. Alex Johnson,
It has come to my attention that not only Verona, but the whole of Delvosity has a troubling amount of crime. I have decided to create a micronation that I call Lowndes. It will comprise of the counties of Lowndes, Tift, Cook, and Berrien in Southern Georgia. Due to my immense wealth, my goal is to fix the problems in these counties. The capital will be Valdosta, and we ask you to recognize the independence of Lowndes and not make it the target of your imperialism.
-Dragoslav Ateljevic
Ateljevic has also sponsored a football tournament to find a national football team, and has decided on The Valdosta Wildcats. Lowndes will be participating in the NFL as well. Ateljevic raised a militia to protect the nation from hostile actions, and they are members of the Delvossian Military. He hopes for a great future for his great nations and wishes everybody a good day.

[Altis-Stratis]

Loughbrough Park Rd, SW9

The sound of 2 approaching cars suddenly woke Khai Walters from his almost trance-like sleep. The sound of the cars grew closer and closer until it suddenly stopped near his house and the sounds of doors cracking open then slamming shut could be heard. Khai Walters ducked underneath his window before peeking out to sea what it was and his heart stopped. What is 817 Gang doing in my turf again! he thought to him self, meanwhile, the 8 members from 817 Gang were armed, 4 were armed with USP 45 Pistols, 2 with Spas 12 Shotguns and the other 2 with Uzi SMG's, and they were walking towards the house. Khai Walters called his 2 soldiers from 27 Gang that were inside the house into his room before opening the closet and bringing out 3 AK-47 Assault Rifles.

They locked and loaded and ran out the house into the front garden, diving behind the medium sized brick wall to use it as cover, not a single citizen of 817 member saw them coming. There was roughly 19 citizens walking on the same hand as where the 817 gang members were walking down and 25 on the opposite. Khai Walters had also secretly picked up a M67 Frag Grenade and was holding it in one hand with the other hand ready to pull off the safety pin. The 817 gang members were getting to close and Khai Walters had enough, he pulled the safety pin and waited 2 seconds before throwing the frag grenade at the 3 most forward 817 gang members.

"WHAT THE F-" *boom*

The grenade took out 2 of the 817 members and severly wounded one, blasting both his legs off. Unfortunately the grenade killed 5 civilians and severly wounded 3. The 5 remaing 817 members saw where the Grenade came from and opened fire, but the 27 gang members were just under cover enough to avoid being hit. The 817 members panicked and began firing without even aiming as they began to run towards parked cars to get into cover, as they done this, Khai Walters opened fire with a burst from his AK-47, followed by 2 blind bursts from the other 27 gang members, and 2 817 gang members were hit and killed. Both sides exchanged heavy fire, most of it blind fire from behind cover which resulted in heavy civilian losses. 27 gang concentrated their fire hard enough on one of the cars and it exploded, killing 3 817 gang members. The remaining 2 817 gang members attempted to flee but one of the 27 gang members got up and mowed them both down, follwed by Khai opening fire and killing both of the drivers in the 2 cars.

The total of 10 rival gang members had been killed and 1 severly wounded, how ever the major cross fire resulted in 21 civilians ending up dead and 7 severly wounded.

[Omega America II]

"Oh sweet Verona," said Jerry Backson on his way to work at Batte's Bar.
"You're late! Again! That's coming off your paycheck!" Said his boss, Farone Batte.
"Whatever." But that didn't matter to Jerry, since after work, he was headed to Cal's Industry, where at nights he works for Mac Cal, as a paid mercenary. And last night, Cal said he was going to give Jerry a big job, and if he succeeds, a big paycheck of $100,000. So, all day, Jerry cleaned and served drinks to drunk, and murderers, waiting for work to end so he could here the job. He was having a good day, when someone spilled drinks all over him. "Move out of the way idiot!" And Jerry broke lose beating the man until his head was split open. "Hey! Get out! You're fired!" Yelled his boss.
But that didn't matter, since tonight, he would be making big money. Before he knew it, it was night, and he went to Cal's. "Your job," said Cal, "Is to find and kill Delvossian Agent Aaron Shaw." The only thing Jerry could say was, "Are you out of your mind?" And Cal replied, "Well, I guess I'll just put up that $100,000 back in my safe." But, Jerry reconsidered and said, "Fine, you got a deal." "Good." Said Cal. So Jerry's only choice is to find and kill Delvossian Agent Aaron Shaw.

[Delvosity]

Verona City Airport

Given the insanely high crime rates that were occurring within the City of Verona, in 1995 Verona City Airport had been closed down and now there was no direct access to Central Verona, you had to fly in via Heathrow Airport or Gatwick AIrport which were only located on the outskirts of Verona. But in 2002, the Delvossian States Military declared that Verona City Airport was to be converted into a military base and by 2005 this was complete, but it is not only a military base. Verona City Airport serves as a base for the Delvossian States Air Force, Delvossian States National Guard and the Verona Police Department SWAT Division. In recent years, the Verona Police Department SWAT Division or simply VPD-SWAT had undergone heavy militarization, which included receiving military-grade equipment such as UH-60 Blackhawks and MH-6 Littlebirds as well as not only counter-hostage and counter-terrorism training, but military style training too which could technically classify the VPD-SWAT as Military Police. The VDP-SWAT also drove entirely blacked out M114 Humvee's with mounted .50 cals and the VDP-SWAT logo printed on the hood of the vehicle.

News came into Camp Delta, which is the the VDP-SWAT run area of Verona City Airport, that there had been a massacre on Loughborough Park Road which resulted in the death of 10 gang members and over 20 civilians. Without wasting any time, Vice Commander David Crenshaw ordered for the VDP-SWAT to immediately deploy to Loughborough Park Road in order to investigate the shooting and hopefully prevent any suspects from leaving the area. Within seconds, 2 UH-60 Blackhawks fire up their rotors and began to load up, each Blackhawk holds up to 11 Infantry men making a total of 22 SWAT Infanty. Meanwhile on the ground, the VDP-SWAT Quick Reaction Force had already left the base 30 minutes ago in a convoy of 5 VDP-SWAT M114 Humvee's and were on their way to Loughborough Park.

And so, the Blackhawks lifted up and began their flight.

[The Socialist Northern Islands]

I flew in to Gatwick, on a direct flight from Hofuðborg aboard Flug 206, ariving at 3:06, in the afternoon, pulling my trusty leather jacket close to me as I made for the rail station, I meant to catch the Gatwick express into town, which I did, barely. If you are wondering how close I was to missing the first train I saw here, I got on only because I stuch my hand in the door, making it's system open it back up again, for which I got dirty looks from many impatient passengers. As the train lurched from the station, I found my seat and sat down, Score! There was no one in the seat beside me, letting me stretch out, something that I can do quite a bit for only being 5' 7". As time passed, I became aware of the fact that the buildings were getting larger quickly, and before I knew it we had stopped at Victoria rail station, a large, almost imposing interchange. I quickly checked the directions that I had scribbled on a piece of paper the last time I had gotten time to look at a map, and despite walking fairly briskly (I didn't feel the need to run) still managed to miss the Circle line train that would take me to my stop. As I found, that would not be an issue, as the one good thing about the underground is that, despite being dirty, loud, and full of rude people, it was also quite efficient and another train was there on the dot, two minutes later. On the 5 minute metro ride to my stop, someone tried to grope my butt. Someone also got a hard elbow to the nose. Good thing about Iceland over this new place, everyone was nice, and nobody needed an elbow to the nose. In all my time in Hofuðborg, I had never been mugged, groped, or any of that. Honestly the only crime in Iceland is the bankers, and even that is just a joke. I got off, and hit a currency exchange on the way through the metro station. The airport ones are always rip-offs, but the metro ones are a bit more fair, offering 11.45 USD per Þramma, instead of the airports meager 9.28 USD.

I finally got to my new home, and found my stuff already inside, in more ways than one, inside the apartment, and inside of boxes! I unpacked my stuff, which did not include furniture, but did include my ancient Windows 2000 PC, which is pretty much the newest thing I can get near and keep functional. I've updated it's hardware and software so many times, however, that I think the case is the only original part left. The company also let me pick out a car, within a certain budget, they really wanted people for this new office. I had picked out a Medium Blue 1965 Chevy Bel-Air. I finished unpacking my stuff at about 4 and strolled over to the window looking out as I got there. This is where they decided to put me, across from the transport museum. I guess someone high up in the HR department either has a brilliant sense of humor, or really likes me. I made a mental note to go there on the weekends, it seeming like my sort of thing. I noticed that the city, while it puffs itself up large, isn't actually that much larger than Hofuðborg, it only had a lot more glass, and a lot less brick and stone in it's buildings and more of a big-city feel. Hofuðborg, despite it's size, still had a small town feel to it, where people smiled, greeted each other, and made small talk on the metro. Verona had none of that, and it seemed like every person on the street had it in for you personally. Crime was much more of a big deal here, and I saw graffiti on the walls of alleyways, despite the large police force.

[Imperial Mars Empire]

Living Dorm, Mech&Tech Code Headquarter

The alarm ringed loudly. Erich Derfflinger rubbed his eyes as he slowly sat up on his bed. He slammed on the phone. Slowly, he stood up and started changing in his room. It is another day, in the Mech&Tech Code Headquarter, where advanced weapons are researched and developed. The sky was clear and the sun was bright. Seems like another normal day of hard work and exhaustion. Erich walked out of his room while adjusting his shirt. He walked two floor upstairs. Men rushed on the corridors as he walked. He understand that they are all really busy, sometimes, they don't even get sleep for 72 hours.

Erich opened the door to his office. The light flicked open as he opened the door. He sat down on his chair and placed his hands on the arm of the chair. Then, a ring popped out of the chair and he put it around his head. Suddenly, transparent screens appears in front of him. He read the status and waved his arm, one screen disappeared. The chair was a projector that project screens. It also have motion sensor that sense what the user is doing. The ring around his head can read what he is thinking, and is able to recognize commands. This technology is still a prototype though, but it is quite useful even at this state.

A man knocked on the door of Erich's office. Erich turned off the chair and he said, "Come in". The man walked in. He was tired, but also express happiness at the same time.

"We finally had a successful test of a railgun!" he exclaimed. At that moment, Erich was shocked and happy. He quickly got up out of his chair and followed the man downstairs into the Development Facility. When Erich opened the door into the facility, there was a huge steel plate and a gun the size of a car.

"What the..."

The man led Erich behind a glass close to the gun and the plate. Men scattered across the room quickly prepared the gun to fire. The procedure was finished in fifteen minutes. The men quickly evacuated from the blast area. One man had a trigger in his hands. He started counting down.

"3...2...1...FIRE!"

As soon as he said 'fire', a shell shot was shot out of the gun. The shell created a huge shock wave. The shock wave shook the whole room and created dust. When the dust was cleared, Erich looked again at the steel plate. The plate had a huge hole in the middle. The area around the hole was bent inward.

"Wonderful!" Erich laughed. He congratulate his man for succeeding the first modern railgun in the world. He walked out of the room, with excitement. The railgun project is finished. The weapon of destruction is made.

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Later in the day, Erich Derfflinger got the news of the killing in Loughbrough Park Road. Sweat slowly dripped down from his head. The gang's attack is not far away from the Headquarter. Erich Derfflinger decide to increase the security of his company. New rules was set up. Anyone who do not follow these rules will be punished.

The Headquarter have hidden turrets and guns around the building. Within the workers many were once in the military, most had experience with guns and weaponry. There are also multiple steel gates around the building which close down during a lock-down. There are also a few hidden helipads carrying helicopters. The whole building was made as a bunker, capable of surviving a direct nuke hit. Deactivated land mines also lay around the building. Missile launchers were installed as well, making the place a super fortress.

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Helipad 1

Erich stood on top of the building, beside the helipad. A transporting helicopter laid on the pad. The blades on the helicopter spun. He walked toward the helicopter and climbed on board. The railgun was packed in a huge box. Men gathered around the box and slowly pushed the box up the ramp and into the back of the helicopter. The door soon closes. The helicopter gradually hover up, then tilted forward as the helicopter flew toward Verona City Airport. It is time to transfer the gun to the Delvossian Military.

The helicopter flew up into the clouds. Erich looked through the window. Buildings in Verona dotted across the landscape, soon, it was all covered by a huge cloud. Erich turned and looked forward. The helicopter had gone into stealth mode. This was one of the new procedure that pilots have to do now, after the attack in Loughbrough Park.

Then, the helicopter sent out a radio signal to the Control Center of Verona City Airport.

*static* "This...is...heli...copter MCH-3239...Code is ######...Requesting access for landing. There is...a...very important...thing..." says the pilot of the helicopter.