Vescian Serpent [Semi-Open, MT]

by **Trivval** » Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:15 am

The Immigrants watched from a rooftop not too far away. Hidden in the shadows of the multi-story carpark was an unsuspecting line of civilian cars. The only thing is, one of them wasn't as it appeared. A black Van sat up against the edge of the balcony, doors slightly open. If you got close enough you might see the end of a suspensor sticking out.

Of course, that is if you get close enough.

The Vescian Emperor has been causing too much strife recently, High taxes and extreme mistreatment. Someone had to put a stop to this – and finally, it was the immigrants from Judea who snapped first. They've had it, with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane. The plane, obviously, was the metaphor for the earth, and the snakes... the snakes were the Vescian serpents, strangling the international community.

Somone just thought it would be witty to add a famous line in there.

So the Judeans, pretty much all Trivvalian, sent their best. All of them, as was law, had served in the THADF. But not all of them had served in the SMU – the best of the best of Mountain Fighters.

"I've got him," said Daniel, eyes up against the binos.
Jak moved the rifle slightly, and rested it in his shoulder, "Roger, I see him too."
Daniel looked at his watch, "Time -180, Stand-by."
"Roger," came the reply.

They waited, watching the Emperor and biding their time - Waiting for the perfect moment. Daniel looked at his instruments and realised the wind was slowing. "Adjust the scope, wind's dropped."
A hand went up to the top of the large scope on the rifle, "How much."
A quick silent calculation before, "A click."
Click, went the scope before the van was silent again, only the sound of light breathing could be heard.

Daniel checked his watch again before readying his MP5, the sound of it being cocked and safety off echoed in the small interior. Jak kept his eye on the scope, watching the Emperor... Waiting for the moment.

Daniel checked his watch and sighed, the nerves playing him like a puppet. Everyone should be in place any moment...

"T -30! Ready!" came the call from Daniel. There was a dull thud from outside and a click-clack as Sarha readied herself.

"T-20!"
Jak slowed his breathing, concentrating on the target.

"T-10...!"
There was only him, and the target.

"T-9..
T-8..."

"T-7..."

330m... an easy shot. He'd killed at further distances during active service.

"T-5..."
"Minus 4..."

"Minus 3..."

"Minus 2...
The Emperor stood opened his arms as he went into the climax of his speech...

"Minus 1..."
A clear shot.. perfect.

Ones breathing stopped, his heart missed several beats.
"MARK!"

Two shots from the rifle rang out, two shots which would change the world.

by **Vescia** » Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:35 am

GRAVE NEWS

Radio Transcript, Narrated by C.J Hawkins

Let's go live to the Eco Bus Rally, with Jim Klinper

Hi, Charlie. I'm here in the Cezzi Piazza, near the Metropolitan bus station where Emperor Mario the 1st is about to make his speech:

'Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. I'm here today to inform you of a great crisis concerning our great and holy nation. The economy. The amount spent on the welfare of our immigrants will be slashed by 10%, but this will not solve all our economic problems. However, we have recently (gunshot)...ussed this crisis in Parliament, and we have agreed upon the 'Big Saw' operation.

This will not only decrease the number of immigrants, but it will also solve all of our economical troub...(gunshot, Emperor slumps to the ground.)

JK: OH, DEAR GOD! THE GREAT AND HOLY EMPEROR HAS BEEN SHOT. WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS?! Oh, lord... (police sirens)

by **Trivval** » Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:12 pm

Within seconds of the last bullet leaving the muzzle, Daniel had caught the shells and Jak had removed the magazine. They scrambled out from the vehicle, Jak picking up his MP5 as he slid across the floor of the van. As his feet landed on the concrete he armed the second of the explosive charges that was attached to the undercarriage. Then the three of them bolted from the scene, Sarha only stopping to through a Molotov onto the Van.

They jumped flights of stairs, and rushed out of the ground floor door, Jak vaulting across the guard rail from the first floor to the ground, MP5 held in one hand. They could already hear an ambulance going past and several other emergency vehicles. Two nondescript cars were waiting for them in the ground floor parking lot...

by **Vescia** » Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:19 am

OOC: Bump.

by **Lyndiana** » Mon Dec 20, 2010 1:31 pm

Lyndiana wasn't pleased with Emperor Mario. Lyndiana needed the natural resources Vescia had, but the taxes were so high no one could afford them. Lyndiana's economy relied on manufacturing, so no natural resources meant a collapse of the economy. Something had to be done. So Premier Alex McInnis sent a squad of Lyndianan Crusaders to take down the Emperor. These guys were the best of the best. However, the Trivval team beat them to it. The squad needed to hide, all foreigners were being questioned. They found two cars in a basement parking lot. The license plates were foreign so they could hitch a ride out in it. broke into the trunk, 2 men in one trunk, 3 in the other. They waited with baited breath. This could be their ticket out, or it could be their downfall.

by **Trivval** » Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:01 pm

OOC: Lynd, just to let you know you'd have to go through the drivers sitting in both of the cars first. Edit your post to ambush my guys on the way out?

by **Lyndiana** » Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:08 pm

Trivval wrote:OOC: Lynd, just to let you know you'd have to go through the drivers sitting in both of the cars first. Edit your post to ambush my guys on the way out?

OOC: I want to be on your side. Maybe the drivers are watching the asassination at the time?

by **Vescia** » Thu Dec 23, 2010 3:05 am

Guard's Log 18:18, 24/12...

I heard smal noises coming from the PM's office. Clicks, slams and.... laughter. As I peeped in through the window, I could see him shake hands with one of the people involved in the assassination, and rest one hand on a suitcase.

I heard him say, "Well done boys, he's dead and I'm 'the head'!" They laughed away and then left. Now I know who did this...

by **Vescia** » Fri Dec 24, 2010 4:50 am

by **Grittonia** » Fri Dec 24, 2010 4:38 pm

The Los Gritta Parliament, Hotel, Nightclub, Brothel, Spa, Swimming Pool, Casino and Gift Shop - Gritta City

Inside the Parliament part of the Los Gritta Parliament, Hotel, Nightclub, Brothel, Spa, Swimming Pool, Casino and Gift Shop, the Grittonian parliament sat. Each of the 500 individuals seemed as bored as the others. Women, men and everything in between sat on the red velvet seats, designed by Grittonian designer duo Mama and Mystery, in different outfits. Some wore regular clothes, others wore clothes to go out, some wore just underwear, probably whisked away from the brothel in the middle of the act, and the last group wore bathing suits, speedo's and bermuda's, probably swimming in the Swimming Pool before summoned to the Parliament.

On the stage, the Supreme Ministers Dolf Speechwater and Heinrich Klabatz stood, both looking another way, checking both entryways into the Parliament part of the Los Gritta Parliament, Hotel, Nightclub, Brothel, Spa, Swimming Pool, Casino and Gift Shop. Both looking for the person who would bring them the reason why they were summoned. Why in Gods name they were being summoned. They were never summoned and usually just decided to stumble in the Parliament part, usually when trying to find the buffet at the Casino after taking a wrong turn.

Slowly, Heinrich bended forward a bit, his mouth close enough to the microphone of the stage to get the volume needed.

''Mein freunden, I am sure that it will not take long. Shall I put on some music?''

Suddenly, the air changed a bit and everyone shook their heads in a yes-gesture. Heinrich pulled out his own CD from his pink lederhosen and pushed the button of the stereo-tower built into the stage. Placing the CD in the disk-player, the music started...

''Wir gehen los mit die Polonaise, von hier nach Wuppental!''

More festive Schlager music boomed through the Parliament, the politicians dancing to the music. At the polonaise song, they went in one big polonaise. At the next song, the man began slapping their legs while the females turned and twirled in duo's. Eventually, at the end of the CD, the person with the note on the reason arrived. Looking around, he walked to the stage and turned the volume of the stereo tower lower. Suddenly, everyone's head turned and each person gave him the evil eye. He shrank in humiliation before moving his head towards the microphone, as if the microphone was a hotdog covered in sauerkraut and coleslaw and he was a prisoner who hadn't eaten for a month.

''I... uhm... Are the messenger. I have a... message for misters Klabatz and Speechwater.''

The man looked a bit around to search for Heinrich Klabatz and Dolf Speechwater and found them... Coming closer to him every second, and looking mad, he tried to sprint away but he wasn't fast enough. While Heinrich gave the guy a smack with a beer stein, which he also seemed to have hidden in his lederhosen, Dolf gave the man a knee to the balls, leaving the man unconscious on the floor. Eventually, a janitor dragged the body away, and the Supreme Ministers read the note that the messenger had with him.

''Dear Parliament,
Distress in Vescia... Emperor dead... Grittonians in Vescia in danger... Vescian part of the exports in danger.''
''Sounds serious.''
''I think it is, here: Recommendation, full out nuclear destruction. Leave no one alive. Kill them all. KILL THOSE FUCKERS, DO IT NOW!''
''Wow. Well, let's do that then. Who will get the red button?''

One politician stood up to do it until Heinrich read the back of the note.

''P.S. Just joking! Hahahaha! Recommendation, send a few divisions to secure the capital and escort Grittonians away from Vescia. Maybe some extra weapons to arm the locals in militia's.''
''Oh. Mister Frankfroidin, you can sit down. The red button is not needed.''

The politician, named Frankfroidin, shook his head and lifted his shoulders before sitting down again.

Official message of the Four-Party Semi-Dictatorship of Grittonia and it's territories of Northern Palmouth, The Pirpir Island Group, Grottiponia Island and Umsilabum;
Signed and Drawn up by Supreme Ruler Pappa Nick P., Honorary Duke du Grittonii with the Supremeness granted in him by the people of Grittonia, Northern Palmouth, the Pirpir Island Group, Grottiponia Island and Umsilabum

In accordance with the advice and information given to us by the Servica Informatica Grittonii, the Grittonian Secret Service, we have decided to pull back all Grittonians from Vescia. In order to do this, we will transport three divisions of Grittonian Army personnel into Vescia in order to secure the capital of Zecci and to assure a safe haven for the Grittonians before they are transported back to Grittonia. Vescian citizens should not worry about their own safety, as the Grittonian troops will seek to protect everything and everyone that they can. However, any armed resistance against the Grittonian troops may be retaliated to in the form of bullets, tazering, heavy bondage and disappearance. We come in peace but if the citizens resist, we will leave in combat.

Now, if you don't mind, I have a bacon-egg-cheese sandwich waiting for on which is currently laying on top a very naked, very hot 18-year old natural blonde.

Signed,
Supreme Ruler Pappa Nick P.,
Honorary Duke du Grittonii and Supreme Ruler of Grittonia, Northern Palmouth, the Pirpir Island Group, Grottiponia Island and Umsilabum

OOC: I'll make a post tomorrow of the transports arriving at Vescia and such.

by **Vescia** » Mon Dec 27, 2010 12:29 pm

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