INES II: Gone is the Old Guard
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TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Which is why they are part of Dar-Al-Islam, as an honorary pagan/christian/portuguese state.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
I guess I shouldn't write any more stories for a while to keep my statis in this NES. I'll just be sending in my orders, and be doing minimal diplo for a while.
OOC: @The Lizerd King, were in Central America, not North Africa, God! Get your facts strait!
OOC: @The Lizerd King, were in Central America, not North Africa, God! Get your facts strait!
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
OOC: Guys, flaming bestrfcplayer isn't funny. It was never truly funny. He told a spy story. So what? We all have intelligence against everyone, and anyone who is an exception to this rule is an idiot. It's a story. Relax.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Ummm, no get your facts straight.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
OOC: Crezth is right. We shouln't be fighting because of a story. Just forget this ever happned, except my story.
No he's definatley trolling at this point. Trust me I should know.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
To: ASEAN, FEAR, Indonesia, Oceania, Constantinople
From: Morocco
When/where/how are these trials going?
From: Morocco
When/where/how are these trials going?
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
From: the Confederacy
To: those who may be concerned
I, Xavier Suarez, hereby commit that the Confederate States of America has served its purpose of keeping the people of the South safe for some time, and unconditionally surrender the Confederacy to the Feds. It is time for this nation to move to greater things. Thank you all, and I know that this way will lead to fewer lives lost, and many hours of grieving saved.
To: those who may be concerned
I, Xavier Suarez, hereby commit that the Confederate States of America has served its purpose of keeping the people of the South safe for some time, and unconditionally surrender the Confederacy to the Feds. It is time for this nation to move to greater things. Thank you all, and I know that this way will lead to fewer lives lost, and many hours of grieving saved.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
And so America becomes slightly more powerful.
Hopefully a just peace treaty will be made.
Hopefully a just peace treaty will be made.
Circuit
Writing Letters
OOC: Is anyone going to fight for democracy? At all? There has to be some democratic nation. And it's not me.
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
I have to fix that.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
OOC: Deseret was fully prepared to carry the fight, but Alaska's betrayal changed all this.
IC:
NADTA is hereby dissolved.
IC:
NADTA is hereby dissolved.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
The eastern coalition is accepting new members.....apply whenever 
Circuit
Writing Letters
The yacht pulled up to the landing that separated the Orkatoy Mosque from the water of the Bosphorus Strait. The crowd had already begun to stir, as many craned their necks to get as good a view of President Kallis as possible from behind the barriers. After the boat had docked next to the staircase leading onto the landing, a tall Greek stepped into view and came down the steps, though few could see him. But once he was in clear view, striding to the podium, flanked by two of his blue-uniformed body guards, the crowd broke out in applause on cue.
President Yuri Kallis
Ergin Basoglu kneeled down under the window to ensure that his rifle was loaded. He spilled some of the .50 cal bullets on the floor, and flinched as they clattered. He wasn't supposed to be in the building. All the buildings had been cleared out to ensure nothing would happen to the President, since these were some prime locations to get a good shot. That Lee Oswald who shot the American President Kennedy had taught security personnel around the world not to allow buildings to be occupied when a VIP is exposed. Hopefully, though, the Constantinople security force hadn't learned enough to know to keep personnel in the building, just in case a determined assassin had camped out in the attic the day before. Basoglu was somewhat cramped from that night, but he was here, and able to do what he came to do.
Ergin Basoglu
It appeared that he was safe. No feet came running up the stairs to break down the door and ruin the moment. Basoglu pulled the magazine out of the rifle. Unloaded. Good thing he checked, before he stuck the suppressor out the window and exposed himself. He began fumbling around for the bullets. Outside, the PA system began to rumble with a voice. Yuri Kallis was beginning his last speech.
"Today, I don't address Greeks, Turks, Slavs, Albanians, or any other ethnic group. Today, I address the Constantinople Federation, for there is only the Constantinople Federation."
"Bah," Basoglu whispered. The Greek had already begun his lies. His government had been insulting the Turks ever since Istanbul became Constantinople; and that had only been an opening ceremony. Basoglu wasn't familiar with any man who had crossed Islam more than that bloody--or soon to be bloody--Greek. Hardly a Turk in his government. There were really only Greeks in there, and one from every other ethnic group in the Federation to give the impression of being "racially uniting". And as a slap in the face of the Turks, the construction of new mosques was stopped. There was no doubt in Badoglu's mind: this President wanted to humiliate his people, his God, and he himself.
That would end today.
Basoglu had filled the magazine with the bullets as the speech continued. "We, as a nation, have accomplished much. We have pulled ourselves up from the shadow of the Soviet Union and Yugoslavia. The specter of Communism does not penetrate our nation. Our nation has been free from its beginning, and it continues to be free today."
Basoglu forced the magazine into the rifle. He looked the rifle over to ensure that everything was in order. From what he could tell, there should be no malfunctions. He pulled up a small foot stool and placed it under the window. He wanted to keep the rifle as hidden as possible, lest his mission fail. Basoglu brought down the tripod and set it on the footstool, then laid his cheek on the cheek piece, so he could look through the scope. He adjusted the rifle.
Blasted trees! They were thin enough so he could see the stand and the tyrant Yuri Kallis as he danced on the podium. But he couldn't get a clear shot of his head. Looks like he'd have to go for the next best thing: his putrid heart. Maybe it would bleed black.
"We do not need to align ourselves with any alliance. As the world becomes polarized between the Chicago Pact, Dar-al-Islam, and the Comintern, we have remained neutral. That's one reason why the city of Constantinople has been chosen for the trial of the Oceanic leadership; our nation is neutral. Under my leadership, this nation will remain neutral. And with neutrality, we will have peace as the rest of the world careens towards war."
Basoglu now had an idea of where President Kallis's chest would appear. He put his finger on the trigger. With one twitch, the Turks would be free. And he would be free as well.
"But we have an enemy greater than the Comintern or the Chicago Pact or any other alliance. Our enemy is ourselves and our own disunity. Our nation has been experiencing racial and national strife almost since its inception. If it continues to grow, then we will most assuredly fail. But I seek to be a unifying leader. Under my leadership, our people can put aside our national or religious differences and come together. And we will prosper."
There's the chest. Twitch. Pop. A little bit of throwback, but Basoglu could handle it. And from his scope, he could see he had hit the President square in the chest. He fell like a tree backwards off the podium and onto the cobblestone street. Basoglu had achieved his objective.
And good thing he had gotten the Greek the first try. Through his scope, Basoglu could see a security officer looking strait at him as he talked into his walkie-talkie. He could shoot the messenger too, but he already knew that it was too late. Basoglu dropped the rifle right where it was and ran out of the room, with the screems pouring in through the window behind him. He decided that going down the stairs the right way would take too long, and since the staircase was short enough, he decided just to skip them all and leap to the bottom. He did the same as he turned around the corner to the other staircase.
He could hear the police in the building, coming from the entrance. Basoglu grabbed a pistol and made his way to the kitchen. Once there, he saw the back door. He sprinted, swinging himself over the dining table to the door and kicking it down. Outside, he ran across the lawn, then turned back to look and saw the cops following out the back door. Pop, pop, pop went his pistol over his shoulder. Two of the cops crumpled over.
Unfortunately for the Turkish nationalist, he had slowed down to aim and shoot. A policeman came around the side of the house, saw him, took aim, and shot Basoglu in the chest. Basoglu fell to the ground, his pistol bouncing out of his hand as his hand thumped. Blackness ensrouded his vision before his could pray.
National Press Association, 16 January, 2003
Our Glorious President, Yuri Kallis, was assassinated today at 14:30 local time in Constantinople while declaring his love for his people and the Constantinople Federation. The assassination appears to be the act of Turkish nationalists seeking to destroy our glorious nation. Our Glorious President, Yuri Kallis, was shot twice by two cowardly assassins, with one bullet piercing the heart that loved the people, and another through the head that contained the genius that inspired millions. Ballistics experts have discovered that this was only possible with two assassins. One of the assassins was shot while fleeing a house, and was killed. May God have mercy upon his sorry soul! The other assassin was not discovered, and any information leading to his arrest will be met with great reward. The nation has now gone into mourning for Our Glorious President, Yuri Kallis, and a national funeral shall be held. The nation is now under the emergency control of the National Congress until a successor can be appointed.
Great stories, and this NES is getting good:
What eligible nations have yet to sign this thing?
Mesa wonders if this is actually an 'I quit,' or an exit to the Chicago Pact, or something else. Please clarify.
Aeronautics 4, plus Robotics 4, plus a design. Seriously.
There is an alternate 1984 universe Putin's mind! Seriously, real borders are per update map, so Karalysia is fudging, but not by much. Great map, by the way.
Not going to happen. He keeps the game interesting. Also, his Poland isn't as bad as his China or his Oceania, and Oceania's attack wasn't the craziest thing that happened last update.
What eligible nations have yet to sign this thing?
Mesa wonders if this is actually an 'I quit,' or an exit to the Chicago Pact, or something else. Please clarify.
Aeronautics 4, plus Robotics 4, plus a design. Seriously.
There is an alternate 1984 universe Putin's mind! Seriously, real borders are per update map, so Karalysia is fudging, but not by much. Great map, by the way.
Not going to happen. He keeps the game interesting. Also, his Poland isn't as bad as his China or his Oceania, and Oceania's attack wasn't the craziest thing that happened last update.
“Mr. Suarez, can you look into the camera for me?”
The prisoner, well off for the most part, looked into the camera.
“I’m Dr. Randall, head of the OSI Psychology Department. I’m going to ask you some questions with Agent Robson”
The prisoner nodded.
“Can you tell me, why you bombed the World Trade Center?”
“I needed to prepare”
“For what?”
“An attack against you.”
“Did you have anyone supporting you?”
“Yes. The Mormons and Communists mostly”
“The Mormons and the Communists?”
“Mhm”
“You’re telling the truth”
“Of course”
The lie detector confirmed his statement
“Well then. I thank you for this. You may return to your cell and await trial”
Dr. Randall thought to himself now that the only thing this did was that it throws some crap into the fray. Oh well, in a nation which served President Rice, you only did one thing. Deal with it.
The prisoner, well off for the most part, looked into the camera.
“I’m Dr. Randall, head of the OSI Psychology Department. I’m going to ask you some questions with Agent Robson”
The prisoner nodded.
“Can you tell me, why you bombed the World Trade Center?”
“I needed to prepare”
“For what?”
“An attack against you.”
“Did you have anyone supporting you?”
“Yes. The Mormons and Communists mostly”
“The Mormons and the Communists?”
“Mhm”
“You’re telling the truth”
“Of course”
The lie detector confirmed his statement
“Well then. I thank you for this. You may return to your cell and await trial”
Dr. Randall thought to himself now that the only thing this did was that it throws some crap into the fray. Oh well, in a nation which served President Rice, you only did one thing. Deal with it.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Deseret announces that the AF does not have Xavier Suarez in custody, we know because we have him. He fled after the surrender to the safety of our government.
We have told you our intentions. We wish for Oregon's independence, and the strength of good government in North America. Our fighting need not continue.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Then withdraw back to your old borders and we will agree. The rebels were first to fire we had no choice but to retaliate. Stability was rapidly approaching as we were arresting their leaders by the day and were just about to capture their highest leader when you invaded, bringing more instability to an already instable region.
