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Post by nakarak on Apr 22, 2008 21:54:00 GMT -5
Lircan Dal grimaced. Agent Orange would be deployed, and the chemical would affect the plant in strange and deadly ways. There was nothing he could do about it now, though, except keep working on a cure. He decided to run a few simulations on how the two substances might react, given a variety of likely circumstances. The Other Tanaka saw what he was doing, and a few picked up on it, testing a wider range of conditions. The others kept working on the cure, hoping against hope that Agent Orange wouldn't do exactly what they knew it would.
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 22, 2008 22:17:45 GMT -5
The planes began unleashing the defoliant on the plants below. Hopefully, the backburning would kill the food source of the Gamna and render it malnourished. The chemical was released into the trees and immediately started its chain reaction. The trees started to die as they were poisoned by the Orange substance. Never since Vietnam had this been released and it was time to see it work...
"Ha, you were a geek. I'd believe that anyday. But you need to stop telling me stories. Something's up ahead." She motioned to a man forcing a few people towards a truck. "What do we do?"
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 22, 2008 22:25:10 GMT -5
Sean looked at what Kara was pointing at, and said, "Follow me. Let's see if this is the only person here." She agreed, and the two maintained a low profile as they scouted around the truck to see if anyone else was on guard. To their relief, it was just the one man.
"I have an idea," Sean whispered. "I'll distract him, and while I do that, see if you can't get behind him and knock him out." She agreed with his plan, and Kara moved out to get in position. After checking to see she was ready, Sean started making noise, so as to alert the man. He noticed Sean, and began proceeding over to him, being weighed down by the suit he was in. "Please hurry," he whispered. "I don't want to be captured now..."
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 22, 2008 23:15:34 GMT -5
Kara, hearing the signal, burst out of the Gamna and tackled the man. He struggled with her, grunting as he tried to grab her throat. She was much stronger than he was and she proceeded to easily pin him down. He struggled under her but she grabbed his head and tore it off. The blood gushed from his headless body. Then, under the shocked eyes of Thompson, she ripped the stranger open, pulling out his entrails, and strung him up to a tree. She took his head and placed it with the bodies of the mutants he had apparently just killed. She flattened it with her foot, screaming, "How does it feel to be mutilated and killed, you miserable f**k??!!" Covered in blood, she had an insane smile on her face and laughed softly to herself. What had happened to mild mannered little Kara? There was something definately wrong with her, and it had nothing to do with Gamna...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 23, 2008 16:51:27 GMT -5
Sean couldn't help, but vomit at the sight. He knew that he had to die, but for Kara to go the extra nine yards to mutilate the man was just shocking. He had to turn away from the dismembered corpse, and started vomiting. It was a grizzly sight, even for a soldier like him to see someone else mangled up and beheaded.
As soon as he was done vomiting, he returned to Kara, and panted, "Next time..you do something like that..warn me beforehand." He then said in a lower tone, "Never thought Gamna could do so much to someone. But then again, it's both blessing and curse. Come, we're still not out of the clear, and we need a quicker way of heading north away from this place."
Before leaving, Sean took the time to grab the dead man's carbine, believeing it would probably help him in the near future. He then beckoned for Kara to follow, knowing that as long as they could find some sort of transportation out of here, they could easily put some ground between them and whoever these armed men were.
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Post by Porcu on Apr 24, 2008 15:11:57 GMT -5
"None at this time, General. Thank you. I will certainly pass on the information regarding Agent Orange to Intelligence and should you like it I can arrange for your systems to be updated with information from Project Amun-Ra. Should it be acceptable to you, the HTO can managed the heavy stuff: massive transports, bombardments from the air as well as from the coastline, and whatever else you and the Cantons need..." ========================================== HTO Council, Rome
Secretary General Alexander Seleucus found himself sitting in a chair just to the right of the podium in the Council chamber. It was ironic that while Seleucus had initially been the one to initiate the Council meeting once the delegates heard about the executive order permitting any type of military operation to occur without Council approval they had changed the meeting's subject to more of where Seleucus was now being testified by the Council, instead of the other way around.
Once the initial proceedings had begun Seleucus was called to the podium. Instantly, there was a rush of questions by the delegates, the noise soon reaching a pitch. Finally one delegate managed to wrestle control over the others and quickly asked Seleucus his question.
"Secretary General, what led you to make the decision to create an executive order, something that hasn't been used in several decades?"
Whoever was speaking in front of the Council had no water provided to them nor a seat to rest it. Seleucus had the feeling this meeting would last awhile and shifted his weight from his left foot to his right while answering. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. I would like to remind the honorable delegate that the HTO Constitution allows for executive orders to be used at the discretion of the Secretary General. It is protocol to allow the Council to voice its opinion but in this particular case I felt that action was of the essence..."
"What about the families of the men, who you have just allowed to be recalled back into active service by the military?" interrupted a junior delegate, but one with a fiery personality. "It has hardly been six months since the brave fighting men of the HTO have been ordered to destroy the PSC. Thousands died in the massacre of that war and many families are still grieving from the critical mistakes of the HTO High Command. I do not see the validity of the clause of your executing order that is allowing the High Command to run the show again..."
Seleucus realized that this particular meeting may not go so well for him, especially as he gazed around the massive area of seats where many delegates were nodding their heads in approval or voicing their agreement out loud with simple 'yehh!' and grunts. "What the honorable delegate does not realize is that neither he nor I are members of our armed forces. I strongly believe that the Field Marshals and Generals of the High Command know what's best for running the military efficiently, just as the honorable delegate knows what best kind of meal his wife enjoys. It should not be up to me to decide what the honorable delegate's wife should eat. Freedom of action has produced some of the HTO's greatest victories, allowing the military to fully function as an independent entity rather than a political tool of the state."
A delegate much closer to the front of the chamber know spoke. "What has the military told you in regards to their plans of action?"
"Excellent question and I thank the honorable delegate for moving this meeting along, past the trivial matters of the legality of my actions. The High Command has kept me very well informed as to its plans and one major accomplishment thus far is receiving the personal reassurances of President Voorjent of Canton Rouge that his nation's forces will stand by ours in coming to a rapid resolution to this problem... "
Seleucus spent the next five hours standing behind the large podium explaining the actual threat and providing intelligence about what exactly the military was up to...
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Post by nakarak on Apr 24, 2008 18:25:24 GMT -5
Anara woke. Her head was pounding, but she breathed three times through her nose, reciting the Chant of Clarity, and the pain subsided. She opened her eyes, squinting at the sunlight, before blinking them clear. The light was muted somewhat by the film of the bunker shell covering her prone form. The bunker shell was a large crab shell, designed to mimic its surroundings, providing a concealed shelter for agents in the field.
For that was what Anara was. A Nakaran priestess and a member of the Hunters, an elite assassination sect devouted to the Lady of Lies, she had been in the former PSC on a mission to eliminate any political or military leaders who escaped the HTO bombing. It was a thankless, secret task, but she accepted it gladly. Any chance she had to further the ends of Nakarak and put her blades to use was more than welcome.
None had escaped the bombing, and she had been preparing for her clandestine return when the Gamna was unleashed. The air filters of her bunker shell did little to protect her, and she had slipped into a coma, on the edge of death. But her mistress was not yet ready to claim her, and so she survived, changed but not destroyed by the red plague. Her limbs were stronger, and she felt a physiological bond to the fields of Gamna. She didn't trust this strange plant, but she would use the abilities it granted as best she could.
For the time being, she rose, stroking the bunker shell in a certain place, which caused it to collapse and fold into the size of a large book. She pulled her shimmersilk cloak tight about her, the flowing material shifting colors to camoflauge her from prying eyes. She moved swiftly across the Gamna fields, keeping her cloak pulled tight.
Eventually she heard a commotion on a nearby road. She moved silently and invisibly in that direction, drawing her dagger as she went. The strange weapon had a black, many-barbed blade that gleamed with poison. She arrived in time to see a young girl eviscerating a large man. She appraised her abilities, admiring the efficiency, but taking note of the lack of control. The Hunters prided themselves on unyielding discipline, and this infidel whelp had none of that. She was soon joined by a man, this one squeamish and weak. He would be no threat.
But the transport machine, that was interesting. It could be an effective way to cover some distance undetected. She silently climbed into the bed of the truck while the two otsiders talked, keeping concealed within her cloak. She would return to Nakarak. By any means necessary.
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 24, 2008 19:38:49 GMT -5
Kara and Sean noticed the truck. It was old, and probably had seen better days, but for now, it was the best thing available to getting out of the area. After checking it over to ensure none of these soldiers were waiting in ambush, the two got inside, and after checking to see it would run, Sean put the pedal down, and the two, with a third hidden person, sped off, northward away from this ruin of a city.
The two had brought some extra Gamna along with them to avoid running out, and they knew that as long as they followed the Gamna fields, everything would be alright. It was strange to see how much Gamna was lying about the nearby interstate, considering that few could expect the almighty power of the Gamna. Meanwhile, the two tried to focus on trying not to fall victim to any traps on the roadway as they left San Diego heading north towards what many could consider an even worse place, Los Angeles... _______________________________________________
It had been confirmed, two armies from Canton Rouge would be deployed to aid the HTO mission. Fortunately, the rested 17th and 46th Armies were ready and willing to assist the HTO. While many knew that Canton Rouge prefered to act independent of the HTO, in extreme crisises, they were never ones to not accept helping the world.
Before departing Canton Rouge, it came upon the generals of the armies to notify the HTO that they were ready to move out, and to ask for further orders. It was hopeful they had a battle plan ready to tackle the threat...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 25, 2008 12:52:18 GMT -5
Sangdor entered the "home" of his informant. A shady bar in downtown Yahin held his informant. After a few rounds, the man finally talked. Sangdor learned the location of Kane's current "girl", the Apro Hotel. He thanked the man and bought another round of drinks. Donning his cloak, he left the bar. Heading to the hotel, he passed a man he recognized. Immediately forcing him into an alleyway, he pulled a gun on Vega.
"Where's Kane?" he demanded. Vega smiled, realizing who he was. "Your brother is nowhere to be found, Sangdor." Sangdor pointed the gun at Vega's crotch, knowing the man loved sex. "Well, it looks like your brother will be the only one carrying on the family name, Vega. Now, WHERE IS HE?"
Vega looked around nervously. "You'll never get to him! He is protected. By the HTO!" After beating the crap out of Vega until he was unconcious, Sangdor made his way to a taxi. "To the airport, and step on it!"
As Kara rode along, her MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder), from her abuse, kicked in. Not knowing where she was, she screamed, and hit Sean repeatedly, with Sean trying to control the truck. Her strength was remarkable and Thompson was worried he would lose control of the vehicle...
OOC: I wanted to have Sangdor go to the HTO capital unnoticed, that is, noone recognizes him the entire time he is there until he reveals himself. He is a former assassin out for revenge on his brother for the Gamna release and the murder of thousands of SRCs.
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 25, 2008 20:17:47 GMT -5
Sean ended up losing control of the truck, and as it began swerving out of control, he wondered if it was the end. It would feel like it once the truck went off of the road, and slammed into a ditch. The last thing he remembered was seeing the rocky ground that the truck was going to land on... ___________________________
Some time later, Sean awoke, and saw that apart from some bruises, and possibly a broken bone or two, he was alright. "Nothing a little Gamna can't fix," he thought. He then went to check on Kara, and saw that she was knocked out, but would be ok. He thought that at least both of them got through the ordeal in one piece. But he couldn't help but wonder why she would beat him up, and he believed that maybe she lost some of her mind without having enough Gamna.
Therefore, he decided to gather nearby Gamna, in addition to finding out where they were. He didn't have to travel far to restore their stockpile of Gamna, thanks to the spreading of the flora. But what caught his eye was the location they were at. 'North Camp Pendleton', he saw. They had at least escaped the city, but now, they were out in the wilderness, with the nearest town a few miles up the coast at San Juan Capistrano.
He returned to the wrecked truck and saw Kara was coming to. he helped her up, then told her, "Good news is, we're out of the city. The bad news is, we're out in the wilderness, and the nearest town would be San Juan Capistrano, up along the coast. It's about 11 miles away from here, so we'll be on foot for a while unless we can find another vehicle to use." It was there that he noticed the breathing of another individual. He readied his rifle, hoping that it was not another visceroid wanting to do a number on the two of them...
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Post by Porcu on Apr 29, 2008 14:52:18 GMT -5
Rome, HTO Council Chamber
Secretary General Alexander Seleucus finally ended his long, detailed presentation to the Council after nearly five hours of almost non-stop talking. A little exhausted, he took a moment to stretch his legs once again this time to the applause of the delegates.
Providing the signal to allow the delegates to filter out of the chamber Seleucus took his time to gather this things. A few delegates stayed behind momentarily to allow the crowd around the exits disperse as well as take a moment to discuss their opinions with each other. One such delegate was Kane. A well established man within the HTO, he was the youngest man to ascend to the head position of the Council Committee on Foreign Relations. Although he had no one in particular to talk to Kane stayed behind, taking his time before exiting as well. Descending the long narrow steps toward the bottom of the chamber Kane eventually made it to the bottom just as Seleucus was exiting.
"I'm sorry..." Seleucus said taking a step back so that Kane could exit the chamber before he did. The two nearly ran into each other trying to exit.
"Thank you, Mister Secretary General." Kane politely responded.
"Keep well, Delegate Kane. I hope I didn't bore you this afternoon..."
"Not at all, Mister Secretary General! Your presentation was very informative, although I have to question the decision made by the Clamparapans about using Agent Orange. That particular agent has unknown effects on humans and I would hate for our brave men to suffer when they need not. I also look to the future and see a wasteland in North America when I hear you discussing major bombing runs over the continent. Our greatest concern should be helping those displaced individuals and families..."
"Do not fret, Delegate Kane. I'm fully confident in the High Command to bring this conflict to a quick end. Are you going to be staying here in Rome any longer?"
"Yes, I've booked a room for another few days..."
"Excellent...Should you be interested I am looking for someone to share a pleasant conversation with over dinner tomorrow evening."
"I think that can be arranged..."
"How does the Corea sound?"
"Fine. I'll have my secretary contact your secretary about possible time arrangements...Good day..." Kane said with a wave of his hand while simultaneously turning to grab an elevator that was just about to close. ============================================== SECURE LINE: 5560-22-13-5-23994 To: Canton Rouge Military Command From: HTO High Command
Your contribution to this most noble effort is very much appreciated by all and would like to honor your men in the 17th and 46th armies by having them act as the main driving force of the planned occupation of the PSC. We have already converted Alcatraz Island in the middle of the San Francisco Bay into the main headquarters for this operation. Termed Operation Blue Thunder this will mostly be a humanitarian effort looking to save as many individuals as possible from the infected areas. Operation Blue Thunder's goal may change, however, as intelligence gathered from Project Amun-Ra indicates that there are in fact people moving about in areas of low concentration Gamna.
For now, have the two armies prepare for immediate disembarkment to the Southern California coast. There, they will be met by the paratroopers of the HTO's 7th Airborne Division. Also joining the spear head will be the HTO's 23rd Armoured Division. Those troops will clear the ground and provide real time intelligence to the HTO Air Force, which will provide any transportation to safety for the individuals. Best of luck...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 29, 2008 15:42:48 GMT -5
SECURE LINE: 6382-41-77-5-81637 To: HTO High Command From: Canton Rouge Military Command
Your move orders for the 17th and 46th Armies have been confirmed and will be enacted immediately. Your orders to rendevous with the 7th Airborne and 23rd Armored will be confirmed and enacted. It is hopeful that your divisions are NBC protected, as an advance team on the ground has tested the region, and NBC protection will assist greatly. In addition, we are uploading sensor data to the HTO, which will allow your men to check for Gamna poisoning on any individuals.
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For the brave souls of the 17th and 46th, it could not be any better. Their time had come as the two newest additions to the Canton Rouge Army to prove their worth. And what better way than to assist in a humanitarian crisis. There was the thought of a horrendous death thanks to Gamna poisoning, but it didn't matter for the brave souls of the two armies.
They knew that the stakes were high, as not only was this a humanitarian process, but also, this was an occupation force moving into the region. But nothing else mattered, as the Titans began crossing into North America, soon to arrive at the Southern California coastal region. Soon, to begin their mission...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 30, 2008 7:55:24 GMT -5
Kane left, knowing that he would have to fake his alliegiance to the Secretary General. As soon as he entered his limo, a call came in. The man on the other end told Kane that they had found Vega, beaten, and that his second-in-command had pointed at his brother, Sangdor, as the attacker. "Stay in contact," he told Hashim.
Just before hanging up, Hashim said, "Vega also told me that Sangdor is planning on going to the HTO capital." Kane said no more and hung up. Deeply annoyed that this complication had arised, he sat back and thought of how he could deal with it. If he could somehow talk Seleucus into distrusting Clamparapa, he could be able to stop any knowledge of his involvment from spreading...
Sangdor, dressed in his cloak and wearing his pistol on his belt, entered the HTO capital. Soon he was making inquiries into the whereabouts of Seleucus. While doing this, he found he was not alone. Someone was following him. Every now and then, he would turn around and see the same cloaked figure behind him. It couldn't be one of Kane's goons; he would not have known his brother was here, not yet anyways.
After a couple of grueling hours of investigating, Sangdor found the Secretary General. He was at his home getting some sleep. He quickly scaled the wall, beat the security cameras, and entered the man's study through the window. Standing there, he heard someone approach. Hiding in a closet, he watched as Seleucus entered the room, alone. Slowly exitting the closet, he approached the other leader and whispered, "I need to tell you something that is very urgent..."
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Post by nakarak on Apr 30, 2008 21:01:48 GMT -5
Anara grimaced but maintained her silence as the car crashed headlong into a ditch. It seemed these idiot outsiders couldn't even work their own abominations. She was bruised, but not unduly harmed. She crawled out, breathing heavily with bruised lungs. She saw the man pause, and she cursed silently that he had heard her breathing. She drew her dagger and threw back her cloak.
Holding her dagger out before her in the stance of a trained warrior, she said, "Make a move and your life is forfeit. The whelp too. Now explain what's going on here. Tell me everything you know. The longer you talk, the longer you live." She was calm and disciplined, but the Gamna was wearing away at her sanity, stripping away her sense of being. Soon all that would remain would be her training and the Gamna, and eventually, nothing.
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 30, 2008 21:14:42 GMT -5
Sean stared at the person holding a dagger at him. Somehow, he wondered if she could actually take him down between a small dagger and a full on assault rifle. But nevertheless, he felt that this could be another ally in this wasteland of death.
Still training his firearm on the woman, he explained, "My name is Sean Thompson, this is Kara. We're trying to escape this wasteland of death by heading north out of the epicenter of the Gamna blast zone. Obviously, you've done well to not be seen by either of us."
He was still keeping his weapon on her, but at least removed his finger from the trigger when he continued, "I'm not sure exactly why or how you got here, but let me say this. Out here, there are a bunch of people who obviously want you dead to experiment on you. But if you stay with us for now, your chances of survival will probably increase as we head north to San Juan Capistrano. Now, tell me what you know. I've given you information, and hopefully, that will suit you."
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