Eggman Empire

Kintober nodded. "More then I could ask for." He chuckled. "Aside from hammering out the details for the treaty, what else do you have on your mind?"

Kintober grinned. "It's good to have friends, even if they are few and far between. I'm looking for a treaty. Should any other country decide to attack us, I would like Forever Battlefield to assist us militarily, economically, and financially. You would get the benefit of placing bases and trading post inside our country, as well as first pick on any promising business ventures opening up in our country." Kintober leaned forward. "I recommend investing in our pharmaceutical companies. Which reminds me..." He leaned back and opened the metal briefcase he'd brought. Inside were several vials filled with fluid. "A gift." He closed the briefcase and placed it by Mykep's side. "The vials contain a flu vaccine. Made almost entirely by me, it's leaps and bounds ahead of the competition. It's effectively eliminated most normal flu strains, and provided a strong defense against more exotic strains like H1N1 and H5N1."

"To answer your questions: Correct and quite well. In my absence, I had one of my subordinates, Iblis Kray, run the country. He handled it nicely." DrKintober replied. He leaned forward some, his face turning serious. "Now, down to brass tacks. Merkel has given me most of my country. I plan on getting the rest back, but that's a discussion for another time. Right now I must confess the Eggman Empire is very vulnerable. Merkel decommissioned most of my army and put in his own security forces. Now with him gone, I'm afraid I must scramble to put the pieces back together." "He was kind enough to give me back my navy. Although with our seaport of Jutzberg still under Merkel's jurisdiction, it's range has been halved. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you for a little...'protection' while I put my forces back together. It's going to take anywhere from a month to two months. I would like to point out that while the Eggman army is still strong enough to repel an initial invasion, but would most likely crumble after the first two weeks."

Dr Kintober stepped up to the podium, overlooking the masses of people come to see their thought-to-be-dead leader give his first speech since returning to power mere hours ago. "My people, first I would like to say it is good to be back!" Kintober exclaimed. The crowd roared in approval. "Let me say, first and foremost; I apologize for deceiving all of you. My loyal citizens, I hope you understand that I had to remain in hiding while the conspirators behind the assassination attempt on my life were found out and dealt with. Now they have been punished, and I am safe to return." The crowd cheered. "Secondly, I am proud to say that I did not stand idle during my time away. I have managed to convince the current ruler of our lands, Lynneth, to return most of it. Yes, once again my friends, we control our own destiny!" The crowd roared in approval. "My people, although I have just started to speak, I'm afraid I must finish. There is much work for me to do, but I will promise you this: Eggman Empire WILL enter a new golden age! We will return to our former glory and then some! Fear not citizens, you ruler shall not fail you again!" Kintober stepped away from the mic., bowed, and turned back inside the building he had came from. The crowd was deafening. --- Within minutes of his speech, Kintober was on the line with his generals. "I want the Eggman Military back up to pre-dispersal status inside a month. We have much work to do." OOC: An image of Eggman Empire's land claims

Richard McVarlen crouched behind his desk, an Uzi in hand, grenades at his feet. Minutes ago, the safe house he was staying came under attack from, presumably, the same terrorist who had been murdering so many of his former constituents. From elsewhere in the house, he could hear gunfire and explosions. McVarlen double checked the uzi to make sure it was locked and loaded. "They're not going to get me, oh no, I didn't spend all that time in the senate, making connections, just to be killed by a few punk terrorist." McVarlen muttered. There was actually a good chance that McVarlen would stay safe. He was currently inside a safe room underneath the house that could survive a nuclear blast. The passage to get to the room was hidden, and the door to the room itself was six inches of steel and could withstand a bomb blast. A hissing noise filled the air and McVarlen peeked over the desk and saw the door being eaten away by some type of acid. "Room service!" A voice on the other side exclaimed. McVarlen snarled, primed a grenade, and threw it through the hole in the door. He plugged his ears and took cover behind the desk. The frag grenade exploded, throwing shrapnel everywhere. When the dust settled, McVarlen peeked over the desk again. And promptly ducked back down as a hail of bullets whizzed overhead. "Who's there? Show yourself coward!" McVarlen yelled at his unseen attacker. "Coward? You're the one hiding behind a desk, chucking grenades at poor ol' me! But since you asked..." The man stepped through the ruined door so McVarlen could get a good look at him. McVarlen gasped. "No...IMPOSSIBLE! You dead! I saw you die! With a certain amount of satisfaction I might add!" McVarlen cried. Kintober chuckled. "Yes, you always were one to take pride in your 'handiwork,' weren't you Richard?" "Shut up!" McVarlen snarled. "How did you survive the destruction of your helicopter?!" He asked. Kintober's good humored smile twisted into a sinister grin. "Richard, I'm a genius. I've been anticipating assassination plots sometimes months in advance. What you didn't know about the helicopter pad, and therefore forgot to mention it to your co-conspirators, was that underneath the helicopter is an escape hatch. To throw off people like you. I'm happy to see everyone fell for it." Kintober replied, sounding very proud of himself. "Well if you're such a genius, why didn't you notice...THAT!" McVarlen yelled, and pointed at the far wall. Kintober turned to see what McVarlen was pointing at, and missed McVarlen pull his Uzi up and pull the trigger. The rounds tore into Kintober and he fell onto the floor. McVarlen stared for a second, not believing that Kintober had actually fallen for his trick, and that he had actually shot him. McVarlen inched his way over to the prone figure and nudged it with his shoe. "Who's the genius now?!" He exclaimed. To his great shock, Kintober rolled onto his back, pulled out his sidearm, and said "Still me." Before pumping three rounds point blank into McVarlen's heart and lungs. He gurgled, and fell over backwards. Kintober stood over him, a psychotic grin plastered to his face. "A pity you won't get to see where I lead this nation. It's going to be an interesting ride." He began to laugh, and left the room.

Anthony Rawthorn was turning 62. In a secluded summer home, his family, close friends, and himself stayed and celebrated the fact that he had survived six decades and two years. Rawthorn had accomplished much. Being born of a middle class family, he graduated high-school at 17 and the head of his class. He then served in the Eggman Empire army for ten years, making the rank of First Sargent. Then, with the money he had earned, he enrolled in the country's top law school and earned a master's in both civil liberties and constitutional law. Now at the age of 35, he worked as a civil-liberties lawyer, creating a name for himself for another ten years. He then campaigned to join the Eggman Senate and won on his first go. He made a big name for himself by siding with men like Kuzma to oppose decrees, laws, and budget requests issued by Emperor Kintober. Rawthorn would occasionally side with the Emperor, but it was very rare, and the issue being pushed would benefit the country heavily. After Kintober had been assassinated, Rawthorn slowly lost interest in the senate, which was now answerable to MyKep of Forever Battlefield. Currently, the only thing on Rawthorn's mind was how to open the myriad of colorful presents in front of him. Behind him, an equally large pile of opened boxes containing shoes, clothing, knicknacks, reading material, and electronics sat. He reached over and pulled out a box from the present pile. It was large enough to hold a bowling ball, and weighed about as much too. On the tag it read "You'll figure out who its from when you open it." Intrigued, he tore off the paper and opened the box. He had no time to react before the machinery inside sprayed him with a toxic gas cloud. Rawthorn screamed and clawed at his forehead, as it he could somehow keep the poison from dissolving his face, eyes, and nose and mouth membranes. Even if he could stop it, he was a dead man. The toxin had entered his bloodstream and was already working on destroying his internal organs. Then, what some might have called a mercy at that point, the offending box exploded. Rawthorn, the box, a good deal of family and friends, and the entire side of the house were vaporized. -------------- Kintober nodded as he looked at the ruins of the house via a satellite he had in position. He pulled out his hit list and marked Rawthorn's name off. "That's number 6" he muttered.

OOC:Tank you very much

Dmitrii Kuzma, former member of the Eggman Empire senate yawned as he entered his office. His claim to fame was opposing the former Emperor Kintober at every turn, or when the Emperor introduced a self-serving and/or a counter-productive bill that might hurt the country. Which was most of the time. Kuzma had been investigated numerous times, usually being accused of the same thing:Attempting to undermind the Emperor and sabotoging the government. But they could never mack anything stick. Kintober couldn't just invent something, as people knew of their rivallry and figure out that something was fishy. Kuzma was too well connected, and had a good deal of dirt on the Emperor, as far as budget manipulations and unethical scientific research sanctioned by Kintober. Now Kuzma was out of the political spotlight. Having retired from the senate, he now spent his time running his own consulting company that made a business out of advising numerous politicians and helping their campains. He still had numerous friends in the senate and in the rest of the government, most of whom he did business with. He hung up his coat and hat and looked at his desk. A box, about the size of one used to contain a microwave, sat by his desk. Curious, he stepped closer to have a look at it. He then noticed a letter taped to it. He took off the letter and opened it. The letter informed Kuzma that one of his employees had ordered promotional merchandise and wanted Kuzma to look at it and see if he liked it. It all seemed innocent enough, so Kuzma pulled the tape of the box and opened the top lid. --- The blast leveled the building, and the surrounding block. Hundrens died instantly. Buildings in surrounding blocks recieved structural damage from the concussion wave. A black cloud visible for a mile rose up from the inferno. As Kintober watched the scenes on a moniter in his bunker, he pulled out a list and scratched of Kuzma's name. "One down..." He counted the names on the list. "....fourteen to go." Kintober cared not for any bystanders who were caught up in his plans for revenge. He had long since stopped carring a long time ago. He had a plan to carry out, and the first part involved eliminating any individuals who seriously posed a threat to him, either when he was in power or now. Next to him, one of the consoles beeped. Glancing over, he saw that the first few individuals he had called were arriving. He nodded and opened the bunker door. Everything was beginning to fall into place.

(Some [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tvMP4ooluU&feature=PlayList&p=635D1EF4B978B9E3&index=2"]music[/url] to set the mood >) IC:The lab was a gloomy place. Lit an eery green by hallogen lights that hung from the ceiling and flickered, sending shadows dancing across the various rooms. Grey concrete walls and grimy tiled floors did little to improve the atmosphere. A myrid of lab equipment of all kinds cluttered the already small rooms, leading to a claustraphobic feel. Mounted to the walls, bolted to the desks, strewn across counters, and creating obstical courses on the ground, lay test tubes, beakers, microscopes, mini-fridges and freezers, petri dishes, text books, computers, various gutted electronics, machine parts, power tools, unpowered tools, medical equipment, and a mulitude of other devices. The place looked like a mix between a science lab and a hardware store. If you traversed deep enough into this depressing place, you would find a lone man, fiddling with lab equipment, typing in solutions on a computer, or prodding a petri dish with a needle. You would be hard pressed to believe that this man was once the ruler of a powerful nation. After someone had attempted to kill him by blowing up his helicopter, he decided to take a breather, and spend some time with his first love:Science. Over the past few months, he'd developed vaccines that could save millions and enginneer bio-weapons that could kill just as many. Chemicals that could clean up oil spills and toxic sluge and nerve gas that could melt your organs. However, his most proudest achivement was almost completed. All it needed was a test subject. The man held the syringe that contained his life's work, and looked around for a moment, as if expecting someone to pop out of nowhere and stick his arm out to be injected. When no such person appeared, the man shrugged, rolled up his sleeve, and stuck himself with the liquid. He waited a few moments and then frowned. "Strange, the reaction should've been instant." He shuffled over to a terminal. "Perhaps I didn't mix the-" Then his eyes rolled up into the back of his sockets and he passed out, cracking his head against the table. ----- Several hours later, he woke with a massive headache. Unsteadily, he got to his feet and leaned on the table for support. He blinked his eyes to clear his vision. Keeping one hand on the table, he patted his head and felt the sticky wetness of blood. He staggered to the bathroom to wash the blood out of his hair and inspect the damage in the mirror. He rinsed out the red liquid, but could find no trace of a gash, scratch, or even swelling. "The healing factor is working...I wonder..." He murmured. The man hurried out of the bathroom and up to a metal table. Gripping the edge, he squeezed. It was like forming putty. Excitement building, he rushed to the lightswitch, and promptly killed the lights. He looked around. It was like looking through night vision goggles. He laughed. "It worked, it finally WORKED!" He shouted. He was so excited, he almost forgot the next part of his plan. Regaining his composure, he hurried over to his computer. After a few minutes, he found the program he was looking for. "Run recall.exe ....enter"He mumbled, jabbing the execute button. His screen flashed with the message "Uploading program recall.exe into comms. grid now." The man grinned. "Now its just a matter of time, before the world once again hears the name of Dr. Kintober. Soon the Eggman Empire will return to its former glory...soon." He muttered. ---------------------- Across the countries of Greenland and Russia, a signal was broadcast. Inaudible, one could hear it only if they had special altercations made to their hearing. As one, they all heard the signal, and as one, they all dropped what they were doing, and made their way to the rally point. Their master had returned, and now he was calling them. ***** OOC:Hey guys, I'm back from Basic and AIT. Well, Sammyace is back. What happened is I forgot my password while I was away, and they're telling me my e-mail isn't in their database. So I had to make a new account. Oh well, whatcha gonna do? I'll be seeing you around later. PS, who owns greenland now?