Wubba360
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Well we should make a ballot. Berlin, Tokyo, Beijing, Toronato, London, Sydney, Kyoto, Dublin, and anyothers people can think of.
ICNES I: Troubling Future
- Thread starter Icmancin
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Toronato?
Toronto hosted the 2028 Summer Games though. Howsabout Tokyo, they haven't had them lately.
OOC: I'd be kind of worried about what silver might do if they were in Beijing, although it's just random paranoia as he wouldn't risk angering most of the world.
Grr... I would have been able to go to the 2007 Canada games in whitehorse, my own hometown, but my knee's destruction at the last Arctics messed up my chances pretty badly.
I'll send orders.
Toronto hosted the 2028 Summer Games though. Howsabout Tokyo, they haven't had them lately.
OOC: I'd be kind of worried about what silver might do if they were in Beijing, although it's just random paranoia as he wouldn't risk angering most of the world.
Grr... I would have been able to go to the 2007 Canada games in whitehorse, my own hometown, but my knee's destruction at the last Arctics messed up my chances pretty badly.
I'll send orders.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
i say hold them in africa, they have never been held in africa, and im going to hold them there BY FORCE 
Chapter 3- Cornered
Colin led the group into the warehouse of Houston's international airport. The lead had brought them here.
"What now?" asked Lee casually, "The man with the weapons has them on a private charter Colin. There's a good chance that he didn't leave his things here."
"Flight delays my friend." replied Colin with a wink, "Couldn't get anything off the ground. High winds and good chance of downbursts on takeoff. Had to wait until the winds die down."
"Ahh yes, and the winds won't die down until..."
"We've got the 'cargo'."
"Gotcha."
*****
Waiting room for Flight 392, Houston to London
Alex fiddled with his thumbs. Working undercover, he kept his eyes on the suspected terrorist. His earphone buzzed.
"We're ready, prepare scan."
Alex got up and walked across the room to the water fountain. In his pocket, a microsensor hummed, taking in details on the man. After taking a quick drink, Alex stepped into the bathroom. Entering a stall, he tapped a microphone hidden in his clothes.
"Results?"
"...Damn. Negative. This man's nearly a visual equal. But totally different scan than the killer... Crap. He's a double! The real man could be getting away now!"
Alex left the bathroom in a hurry. He tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Yes?"
"Alexander Williams, Security. Might I have a word with you?"
"Certainly."
"Follow me."
The man got up and followed Alex off to a side room. Juan met him.
"Sir, we have to detain you briefly, don't worry, you won't miss your plane. There has been a minor security threat. It is most likely you are uninvolved, but as I said this is a security issue. Juan can explain more." Alex gave him a reassuring smile.
Alex left the room, and looked out the window at the runway. Something caught his eye. Someone on the runway. Running. With a bulky case. Towards a small, taxiing plane with a door open.
He recognized the man. The one from the security tape.
Alex acted immediately. He opened the door, and jumped the two sets of stairs leading down to the concrete. He hit hard, but had braced himself and was up in a split second. He raced after the man. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his weapons. The man reached for the plane, then stumbled. He fell to the ground, rolled over a few times as he decelarated, and then lay still. Alex pocketed his dart gun and jogged up to the motionless man. The small organic dart was almost invisible in the man's back. It would soon disintegrate. Alex retrieved it, just to be safe.
Tapping his microphone, Alex spoke.
"Scan please."
A buzzing sensation in his pocket.
"Bingo. This is our man. Good job."
"Great. But his plane is getting away."
"Contact the Mexican Airforce. Have them get some fighters in the air and get that plane to land. Failing at that, get permission for some of our airforce to act over Mexican territory."
"Gotcha."
Alex tapped his microphone again.
"Juan?"
"Yes?"
"Any news with our man?"
"Innocent. An unfortunate passerby. Should I let him go?"
"Of course. Apologies and compensations as well."
"Naturally. Juan out."
Alex gazed down at the Celtic man on the ground, starting to groan.
"Have I ever got questions for you..."
Police and the rest of his team approached.
"I've got a confirmed Celtic Terrorist here. Take him for questioning."
"It's done."
"Good. I think we just may have another lead in this man."
Colin led the group into the warehouse of Houston's international airport. The lead had brought them here.
"What now?" asked Lee casually, "The man with the weapons has them on a private charter Colin. There's a good chance that he didn't leave his things here."
"Flight delays my friend." replied Colin with a wink, "Couldn't get anything off the ground. High winds and good chance of downbursts on takeoff. Had to wait until the winds die down."
"Ahh yes, and the winds won't die down until..."
"We've got the 'cargo'."
"Gotcha."
*****
Waiting room for Flight 392, Houston to London
Alex fiddled with his thumbs. Working undercover, he kept his eyes on the suspected terrorist. His earphone buzzed.
"We're ready, prepare scan."
Alex got up and walked across the room to the water fountain. In his pocket, a microsensor hummed, taking in details on the man. After taking a quick drink, Alex stepped into the bathroom. Entering a stall, he tapped a microphone hidden in his clothes.
"Results?"
"...Damn. Negative. This man's nearly a visual equal. But totally different scan than the killer... Crap. He's a double! The real man could be getting away now!"
Alex left the bathroom in a hurry. He tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Yes?"
"Alexander Williams, Security. Might I have a word with you?"
"Certainly."
"Follow me."
The man got up and followed Alex off to a side room. Juan met him.
"Sir, we have to detain you briefly, don't worry, you won't miss your plane. There has been a minor security threat. It is most likely you are uninvolved, but as I said this is a security issue. Juan can explain more." Alex gave him a reassuring smile.
Alex left the room, and looked out the window at the runway. Something caught his eye. Someone on the runway. Running. With a bulky case. Towards a small, taxiing plane with a door open.
He recognized the man. The one from the security tape.
Alex acted immediately. He opened the door, and jumped the two sets of stairs leading down to the concrete. He hit hard, but had braced himself and was up in a split second. He raced after the man. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his weapons. The man reached for the plane, then stumbled. He fell to the ground, rolled over a few times as he decelarated, and then lay still. Alex pocketed his dart gun and jogged up to the motionless man. The small organic dart was almost invisible in the man's back. It would soon disintegrate. Alex retrieved it, just to be safe.
Tapping his microphone, Alex spoke.
"Scan please."
A buzzing sensation in his pocket.
"Bingo. This is our man. Good job."
"Great. But his plane is getting away."
"Contact the Mexican Airforce. Have them get some fighters in the air and get that plane to land. Failing at that, get permission for some of our airforce to act over Mexican territory."
"Gotcha."
Alex tapped his microphone again.
"Juan?"
"Yes?"
"Any news with our man?"
"Innocent. An unfortunate passerby. Should I let him go?"
"Of course. Apologies and compensations as well."
"Naturally. Juan out."
Alex gazed down at the Celtic man on the ground, starting to groan.
"Have I ever got questions for you..."
Police and the rest of his team approached.
"I've got a confirmed Celtic Terrorist here. Take him for questioning."
"It's done."
"Good. I think we just may have another lead in this man."
silver 2039
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We will boycott any games that are held anywhere other than Beijing.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
ummm why???
Icmancin
WSNR Pte
Sigh. So the PRC won't participate. Oh well.
Here is a list of potential Cities:
Tokyo, SEA-CO
Pretoria, African Union
Beijing, China
In your orders, vote for one of these three. The result will be put in the update. Sorry about this, because some people will have to PM me again. If you want, CLEARLY state your vote in the thread.
Here is a list of potential Cities:
Tokyo, SEA-CO
Pretoria, African Union
Beijing, China
In your orders, vote for one of these three. The result will be put in the update. Sorry about this, because some people will have to PM me again. If you want, CLEARLY state your vote in the thread.
silver 2039
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The PRC will not attend Tokyo games in lieu of the recent Imperial Japanese agression.
das
Regeneration In Process
Are you sure that there still will be Olympics at this point? It strikes me as slightly odd.
Icmancin
WSNR Pte
They haven't been going on for a while. But they should be started again, just to spice things up.
@The Farow: You've sent me two copies of the same orders.
EDIT: Never mind...
@The Farow: You've sent me two copies of the same orders.
EDIT: Never mind...
Icmancin
WSNR Pte
@Kentharu + Dachspmg: I need your orders.
@Lurkers: Slavia and Argentina are now free to due lack of participation by Concona and Dreadnought.
@Lurkers: Slavia and Argentina are now free to due lack of participation by Concona and Dreadnought.
silver 2039
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@Icmancian I need a response to my Pm before I can send orders...I hope it was you I pm'ed and not some random person....
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
just woke up 
sendign oders now
sendign oders nowWubba360
Emperor
The SEA-Co wishes to vote for its great city of Tokyo which is recently a flourishing and growing city, that expects to be able to hold the games,
is this winter or summer olympics?
is this winter or summer olympics?
Swissempire
Poet Jester
@Iggy. Great Now I have to do Damage control. The man in the plane is the key to the ending of the Celteach Total War:groans:
"Crap. They saw me." Ardal then swore in his native toungue, causing heads to turn. He didn't care. He knew the protocols. They would scramble military fighters and land this plane. He needed a way out. But he had not brought anything to suspicions. He began to get nervous. He never got nervous. Breathe he thought, just breathe. And like a miracle from some NESer doing damge control, he saw his opening.
The man next to him, and ugly Canadian(who bore an odd resemblance to the Old General fondly referred to as "Iggy", who had played a pivotal role in the Americana Wars, maybe his son?) leaned over. "You alright, eh?" he asked. But when he leaned, Ardal saw the Air Marshal badge on the inside of his jacket. Moving swiftly, he punched the marshal in the nose, grabbed his gun, and fired a shot into the Marshal's Brain.
The Plane broke out in chaos. Babies were crying, people were screaming. Ardal was a lone voice of reason in all of this. He tried to adopt a Canadian Accent, a very bad one, and talk to the crowd. "Look, eh, I, eh, Need, eh, A, eh, Parachute, eh." Everyone was silent and and stared at him quizically. He had to revert to plan B.
He fired his gun into the air, making a small hole in the roof of the Aircraft. He knew that this would create only a minor sucking noise. As everyone resumed screaming, he Yelled "Parachute now" and then stuff in Celtic. Celtic always scared people. A stewardess brought him a parachute. He then grabbed a baby and went up to the cockpit window. He held the gun the the wailing babies head, and yelled at the pilots, "If you don't open this F***ing door right F***ing now, I will blow this babies F***ing brains all over your F***ing window. Do I make my self F***ing clear." The pilots paniced. They didn't know what to do, and they couldn't risk calling Ardals bluff. They opened the door, and Ardal went in.
It seemed to the pilots like he was checking their position. He was. He needed to know his coordinates. But he also needed to forumlate some kind of diversion. He saw Oklahoma City approaching. He had an idea. With a quick turn, he shot both pilots. He then clasped their hands on the throttles, and sent the plane into a nose dive towards the city. He ran out into the body of the aircraft, opened an emergency door, and parachuted out. As he floated down , he watched the plane crash into the city. He watched the orange flames erupt sky high. Then he touched down and as he calming walked away to go into hiding for a while, he heard the firetrucks sirens in the distance.
What a pity. He had had to waste 4 good bullets
The Greater Escape
"Crap. They saw me." Ardal then swore in his native toungue, causing heads to turn. He didn't care. He knew the protocols. They would scramble military fighters and land this plane. He needed a way out. But he had not brought anything to suspicions. He began to get nervous. He never got nervous. Breathe he thought, just breathe. And like a miracle from some NESer doing damge control, he saw his opening.
The man next to him, and ugly Canadian(who bore an odd resemblance to the Old General fondly referred to as "Iggy", who had played a pivotal role in the Americana Wars, maybe his son?) leaned over. "You alright, eh?" he asked. But when he leaned, Ardal saw the Air Marshal badge on the inside of his jacket. Moving swiftly, he punched the marshal in the nose, grabbed his gun, and fired a shot into the Marshal's Brain.
The Plane broke out in chaos. Babies were crying, people were screaming. Ardal was a lone voice of reason in all of this. He tried to adopt a Canadian Accent, a very bad one, and talk to the crowd. "Look, eh, I, eh, Need, eh, A, eh, Parachute, eh." Everyone was silent and and stared at him quizically. He had to revert to plan B.
He fired his gun into the air, making a small hole in the roof of the Aircraft. He knew that this would create only a minor sucking noise. As everyone resumed screaming, he Yelled "Parachute now" and then stuff in Celtic. Celtic always scared people. A stewardess brought him a parachute. He then grabbed a baby and went up to the cockpit window. He held the gun the the wailing babies head, and yelled at the pilots, "If you don't open this F***ing door right F***ing now, I will blow this babies F***ing brains all over your F***ing window. Do I make my self F***ing clear." The pilots paniced. They didn't know what to do, and they couldn't risk calling Ardals bluff. They opened the door, and Ardal went in.
It seemed to the pilots like he was checking their position. He was. He needed to know his coordinates. But he also needed to forumlate some kind of diversion. He saw Oklahoma City approaching. He had an idea. With a quick turn, he shot both pilots. He then clasped their hands on the throttles, and sent the plane into a nose dive towards the city. He ran out into the body of the aircraft, opened an emergency door, and parachuted out. As he floated down , he watched the plane crash into the city. He watched the orange flames erupt sky high. Then he touched down and as he calming walked away to go into hiding for a while, he heard the firetrucks sirens in the distance.
What a pity. He had had to waste 4 good bullets
Uh, It was Icmancin who was the Canadian general. I was a politician, and a doctor whenever I was voted out.
Bah. Horrible stereotypical Canadian english. Allow me to correct.
"Look eh, I uh, need a parachute eh."
Spoken an octave too deeply and slightly slower than normal.
Of course, saying that all Canadians speak like that is as stupid as saying that all Americans speak like some inbred redneck in Louisiana.
BTW: Ardal was getting away in a small Cessna-like plane. But whatever, maybe he landed it in a fortress, took on a disguise, and got into another plane.
I wouldn't have requested the destruction of a plane with civilians in it, you see.
Oh well, the manhunt resumes on the surface...
Swissempire
Poet Jester
OOC: I know its a horrible sterotype, thats why everyone looked at him all crazy like.
I can actually do the stereotypical Canadian voice very well.
The line you say is "So like, let's get some beer eh?"
Eh is sometimes a substitute for the American 'uh' and British 'er'. It can also substitute for 'hey' and 'huh'. Eh is also placed before question marks, spoken in a questioning way for emphasis.
I once saw this show that pointed out all of the differences in various English dialects. It was quite interesting.
The line you say is "So like, let's get some beer eh?"
Eh is sometimes a substitute for the American 'uh' and British 'er'. It can also substitute for 'hey' and 'huh'. Eh is also placed before question marks, spoken in a questioning way for emphasis.
I once saw this show that pointed out all of the differences in various English dialects. It was quite interesting.
Chapter 4- The One that got Away
"Report?"
"Well, this Celt is a slippery character. He apparently ditched his plane in a lake, then got onto another passenger plane."
"S***. How'd he manage that. Isn't he blocked?"
"We're not sure yet how he managed it Colin. Maybe the information hadn't reached the airport, or security was lax."
"So he's back on the ground?"
"Yes, but our air forces quickly found his parachute. It's only been an hour, he can't have gotten far yet."
"Just into Oklahoma city."
"Well, that's not too far."
"Whatever. By the way, how'd the plane turn out?"
"Well, the autopilot kicked on once it realized that the plane was out of control, thank goodness for that. It managed to soft land them in a field, but a fuel tank exploded after it stopped. About 20 dead, but over 100 survived."
"Coulda been worse."
"Indeed. But I have to inform you of our actions. Lee's on our chopper, trying to do a drop on the man... wait! I'll connect you."
Static crackled over the link, then it came into focus.
"Colin?"
"Yeah. Lee?"
"You got it. We've found signs. The guy left some footprints, and I think we've found a heat signature matching his."
"Not some animal?"
"It's him allright. I'm going down. Radio silence now."
*****
Lee's parachute opened from the start, and he swiftly descended down. His heat-sensing goggles allowed him to see through the forest cover where the Celt was.
The chute caught in a tree, and Lee disconnected it, falling lithely 3 meters to the ground.
He looked around. The man's signature matched perfectly. Lee jogged toward the red figure in his goggles, who was conveniently running towards him.
"Peekaboo..." thought Lee, firing his dart rifle...
"Report?"
"Well, this Celt is a slippery character. He apparently ditched his plane in a lake, then got onto another passenger plane."
"S***. How'd he manage that. Isn't he blocked?"
"We're not sure yet how he managed it Colin. Maybe the information hadn't reached the airport, or security was lax."
"So he's back on the ground?"
"Yes, but our air forces quickly found his parachute. It's only been an hour, he can't have gotten far yet."
"Just into Oklahoma city."
"Well, that's not too far."
"Whatever. By the way, how'd the plane turn out?"
"Well, the autopilot kicked on once it realized that the plane was out of control, thank goodness for that. It managed to soft land them in a field, but a fuel tank exploded after it stopped. About 20 dead, but over 100 survived."
"Coulda been worse."
"Indeed. But I have to inform you of our actions. Lee's on our chopper, trying to do a drop on the man... wait! I'll connect you."
Static crackled over the link, then it came into focus.
"Colin?"
"Yeah. Lee?"
"You got it. We've found signs. The guy left some footprints, and I think we've found a heat signature matching his."
"Not some animal?"
"It's him allright. I'm going down. Radio silence now."
*****
Lee's parachute opened from the start, and he swiftly descended down. His heat-sensing goggles allowed him to see through the forest cover where the Celt was.
The chute caught in a tree, and Lee disconnected it, falling lithely 3 meters to the ground.
He looked around. The man's signature matched perfectly. Lee jogged toward the red figure in his goggles, who was conveniently running towards him.
"Peekaboo..." thought Lee, firing his dart rifle...
Swissempire
Poet Jester
OOC: Oh, a story war want you
Ardal had been quickly running through the forest towards Oklahoma City, when he thought he heard something. He stopped, and looked around but nothing was there. Ardal was still supicious. But he kept running anyway. Then he heard someone say, "Peekaboo". As Ardal dodged behind a tree, he snickered inside his head. You never spoke first unless the other person already knew you were there.
Ardal hit the ground hard, but got up and fired his pistol randomly. He heard it hit a tree, and hoped it would give him enough time to make a dash. He hadn't run more than 10 feet before a a second dart whistled by his ear. This marksman was good. Ardal dashed forward, zig-zagging through the trees. A third dart hit a branch and stuck there. Ardal figured this guy must be wearing heat sensors. He needed to catch a breath, so he got behind a tree and called out.
"Hey Hotshot, you missed me thrice!"
His taunt was answered when a dart whizzed by his head. He had pulled it back just in time. This angered Ardal.
"F*** you and the whore who pooped you her faighin". He shot the pistol and began running again. There was a clearing up ahead, with two ATVs.
Ardal jumped on one and sped away, but he heard the Hotshot Marksman rev the other one just minutes later. A 5th dart flew bye Ardal, just barely missing. The 2nd ATV was closing in. Ardal drew a flare gun to blind the rider and shot it at him. That out to buy me some time he thought.
But seconds later he heard a scream, but then a light thud after that. The Marksman must have torn off his heat sensors. Up ahead was the highway leading to the OK City. Ardal rode his ATV up a truck stop ramp and launched himself into the air over the highway. He landed with thud and began weaving in and out of traffic. The Marksman couldn't be too far behind him. But would he be dedicated enough to launch over the ramp?
Only Speak When Spoken Too!
Ardal had been quickly running through the forest towards Oklahoma City, when he thought he heard something. He stopped, and looked around but nothing was there. Ardal was still supicious. But he kept running anyway. Then he heard someone say, "Peekaboo". As Ardal dodged behind a tree, he snickered inside his head. You never spoke first unless the other person already knew you were there.
Ardal hit the ground hard, but got up and fired his pistol randomly. He heard it hit a tree, and hoped it would give him enough time to make a dash. He hadn't run more than 10 feet before a a second dart whistled by his ear. This marksman was good. Ardal dashed forward, zig-zagging through the trees. A third dart hit a branch and stuck there. Ardal figured this guy must be wearing heat sensors. He needed to catch a breath, so he got behind a tree and called out.
"Hey Hotshot, you missed me thrice!"
His taunt was answered when a dart whizzed by his head. He had pulled it back just in time. This angered Ardal.
"F*** you and the whore who pooped you her faighin". He shot the pistol and began running again. There was a clearing up ahead, with two ATVs.
Ardal jumped on one and sped away, but he heard the Hotshot Marksman rev the other one just minutes later. A 5th dart flew bye Ardal, just barely missing. The 2nd ATV was closing in. Ardal drew a flare gun to blind the rider and shot it at him. That out to buy me some time he thought.
But seconds later he heard a scream, but then a light thud after that. The Marksman must have torn off his heat sensors. Up ahead was the highway leading to the OK City. Ardal rode his ATV up a truck stop ramp and launched himself into the air over the highway. He landed with thud and began weaving in and out of traffic. The Marksman couldn't be too far behind him. But would he be dedicated enough to launch over the ramp?
