Eggman Empire

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[quote name='Pravus Ingruo' date='15 April 2010 - 03:16 PM' timestamp='1271344565' post='2261354'] OOC: Eggman, you cannot simply say your troops secured a beachhead. You need to post your attack and give JED the chance to respond. If you knew anything about the defenses around JED's portion of the FSA, you'd know it wouldn't be that easy to waltz in. [/quote] OOC. sorry. Works a pain and I've been burnt out all week. IC EDIT: The [i]Filoviridae[/i] battle group positioned itself off the coast of New Jersey. Missile batteries and heavy deck guns from the warships opened up on the coastal defenses, battering them in righteous fury. Longer range missiles flew beyond the coast, hitting AA defenses inland. Fighters and Fighter-bombers from the carrier [i]Filoviridae[/i] launched, cutting through the skies above New Jersey. Then they unleashed their payloads, further decimating defensive positions and disrupting troop moments and communication. Bombardments will continue until the beachhead is softened up properly.

!CLASSIFIED! Eggman Empire has mobilized it's military. All bases are on alert. All ICBMs, as well as other missile types, have been placed on stand-by. Biological/Chemical warheads have been switched out with ten percent of the conventional warheads. These will be launched if the other side uses them first. The [i]E.I.N. Filoviridae[/i] battlegroup, along with the 10th Marine and 9th Experimental divisions, have been deployed to the area of contest. The fleet consist of the [i]E.I.N. Filoviridae[/i] supercarrier, two battleships, two destroyers, two frigates, two corvettes, and a myriad of support ships. The 10th Marine has 6000 combat ready troops on the way, while the 9th Ex is only sending 2000. However, the 9th Ex has more elite troops then the Marines, so it equals out.

[center][URL=http://img30.imageshack.us/i/eeflag.png/][IMG]http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/3151/eeflag.png[/IMG][/URL][/center] [quote]Though our country would like to remain neutral in this current war, a member of CAN has been attacked by FSA forces. Therefore, to honor our agreement with the rest of CAN members, the Eggman Empire formally declares war on FSA and any allies aiding them. We shall continue to attack until we are told otherwise by our CAN brethren. In a way, this is good. The science branch of our war department has been wanting to field test some of our latest bio-weapon warheads. Smile and wait for the flash, baby. Isaac Muskalov Kintober; Emperor Phil Ryst; Head Minister of Defense[/quote]

[quote]To:High King Valdemar Fransson We are ready to accept them anytime. Just let us know when the flight's in the air. Blyzar Dreth; Head Minister of External Affairs[/quote]

[quote]To:Swedish Empire At what time do you wish for you squad to come over? Blyzar Dreth; Head Minister of External Affairs[/quote]

[quote]To Colin Powell, Blue Heaven Minister of Defense, Preparations have been made. They may arrive at any time. When do you want the Happy Smiler team to show up? Blyzar Dreth; Head Minister of External Affairs[/quote] [quote]To HRH Hannah Asgeirsson, Of course. When would you like to receive our team and send yours? Phil Ryst; Head Minister of Defense[/quote]

[quote]Over the past several months, we in charge of Eggman armed forces feel the world might have taken a hostile stance towards our elite special ops soldiers, also known as the Happy Smilers. We fear that rumors and hate speech may undermine our world standing, and make it difficult for HS soldiers to operate and live in areas outside military posts. Therefore, we've come up with an "exchange program" of sorts. In this exchange, the participating nation will receive one HS team, and we will receive the other nation's spec. Ops. team in turn. The time period for each exchange varies, but the teams will spend no less then three -and no more then six- months in the other country. The teams will show their counterparts their way of doing things like hand-to-hand combat, room clearing, and hostage rescue. The visiting team will not participate in actual missions unless their government has given them permission to do so. Nor will the teams be asked or forced to reveal any national security secrets or special techniques. Any CAN members are welcome to participate in this project. Nations friendly to Eggman Empire will also be considered should they ask. Blyzar Dreth; Head Minister of External Affairs Phil Ryst; Head Minister of Defense [URL=http://img237.imageshack.us/i/eeflag.png/][IMG]http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/3151/eeflag.th.png[/IMG][/URL] [/quote]

OOC:February saw my nation turn into a glowing ball of mush. 7 nukes have brought my nation's infra to 4,367.05. NS is down to 22,388.619. My recent civil war RP will support the numbers. Btw, looking for tech deals, if anyone is interested. IC: The Eggman Empire is more then happy to participate in any war games CAN members feel like putting on. We feel the first should be naval war games, as we are mostly Island nations. Then focus should be on thwarting amphibious landings and neutralizing "enemy" air power. Also, [url="http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?showtopic=84011"]this[/url]

*excerpt from ENN* [quote]Yesterday, The Eggman Navy christened it's newest [i]Nimitz[/i] class Supercarrier, the [i]E.I.N. Second Horseman[/i]. [img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/81/USS_Nimitz_in_Victoria_Canada_036.jpg[/img] The [i]Horseman[/i] can accommodate up to 90 aircraft, but is currently outfitted with 70 aircraft and 8 SH-60F & HH-60H Seahawks. The aircraft are a mix-up of F/A-18F Super Hornets, EA-6B Prowlers, 4-6 E-2C Hawkeyes, and C-2 Greyhounds. The [i]Horseman[/i] will be undergoing it's shakedown cruise with it's sister ship, the [i]E.I.N. Absolute desolation[/i], along with the [i]Desolation's [/i]carrier group. Earlier this year, many support ships for the [i]Desolation [/i] were destroyed in a sea battle with Eggman rebel controlled ships. The [i]Horseman[/i] will be sailing with [i]Desolation's[/i] group supplementing the lost firepower until [i]Desolation's[/i] group is brought back up to fighting status. For those of you watching, I'm Mark Baynard, Eggman News Network.[/quote]

Loki raised his eyes at both of them. [i]"Tch."[/i] He muttered. [i]"Have I been tormenting her since I left? No. I haven't touched her. I even left her a gift or two as a way of saying thanks. I'm merely observing. So far, the only time we've talked is if she's called me. I may have been 'bad,' as you say, but there are others out there worse then I. Now thanks to me, She has a chance of fighting them off."[/i] He said airily. He then withdrew from their presence and continued to watch Cybil from afar. [i]"Some people just never see the big picture."[/i] He muttered to himself smugly.

Loki watched the scene from afar. He laughed. The permanent piranha grin on the face of his current manifestation seemed to stretch a bit bigger. He'd told the queen he was through with her. That he would never torment her again, and that he would leave her mind forever. This was true. He had no intention of going back into the ex-Queen's mind and mucking about in it. However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to watch the fruits of his labor. After all, why would you pour salt on a slug if you didn't want to see it squirm. Some would say Loki was a sadistic !@#$%^&. When you observed his "pranks," you couldn't help but think that was the cause. Loki denied this accusation, however. In his mind, it was all in good "fun." After all, the people he messed with eventually returned to normal. Most of the time...That said, he continued to watch the Northan girl struggle against her own shattered mind in amusement. The arrival of that obnoxious spirit dragon, however, soured his mood. He watched intently, eager to see what would happen.

"...And, after several successful blocks and counter attacks, Rebel forces found themselves to be outmatched and soon overwhelmed. Their figure-head leader, Jack Kintober, escaped the control of his bosses, and contacted me in secret to surrender. It was there he informed me that General Reedenka, Senator Marrin, and several other prominent officials of the Eggman Empire had forced him into making the declaration of war on this country. With this plot revealed, General Reedenka has been captured and jailed, and though his comrade, Senator Marrin, has fled the country, he too will be punished. Now, thanks to Jack Kintober, the rebel forces have surrendered and the zones we've lost are now back in our control. Though many brave soldiers have fallen, thanks to their sacrifice, civilian casualties have been kept to a bare minimum. Most of the infrastructure in the contested areas have avoided damage, and any refugees whom have fled from those areas may return. Anyone who has damaged or destroyed property will be reimbursed by the government. Now, before I make my leave, I would like to thank the citizens and soldiers of Eggman Empire for standing strong in the face of this crisis. Your strength and determination has carried this nation through this storm, and I have no doubt that we will rebound quickly and repair any damage to our great country. Thank you, and have a good night." Isaac Kintober said to the microphone and cameras of the press. With that, he walked off the stage. --------- Isaac frowned. After hostilities had ceased, he was finally getting a picture of the results. They weren't good. Nearly all the military assets in zones 6-9 were damaged or destroyed. It would take months, if not years, to get that area back up to pre-war fighting condition. On top of that, several industrial sites through-out that area had taken damage. Most was repairable, but it would be a while before those sites where fixed. And the citizens would be feeling the shortages in the mean time. There was a knock on the door and Isaac glanced at the screen. It was Kray. Isaac buzzed him in, and reached for the pistol hidden on the underside of his desk. Kray rolled in and Isaac addressed him. "What is it Kray?" He asked the Senate Chancellor. Kray frowned sighed. "Sir...I...I can't do this any more." Kray stated. Isaac looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?" Isaac asked. "This." Kray gestured around him. "The politics, the intrigue, the drama, the stress. I've served with and under your father for over twenty-five years and now I'm feeling it. I even lost my legs because of my loyalty to your father." He patted the wheelchair he was sitting, referring to when the ex-smiler Carrie had blown his kneecaps apart. The act had forced the doctors to amputate both legs. "I'm tired Isaac. I can't go on. This whole ordeal with Jack attacking and Hank Voi stabbing us in the back...that's the last of it. I'm done." Iblis Kray finished with a hint of sadness. He wheeled over to Isaac's desk and placed a folder on his desk. Isaac opened it and read the contents. It was Kray's resignation. He looked at Kray. "Alright..." He sighed. "You may go. You've served my father and me faithfully. You deserve a break. I must admit, I'll take your way of resignation over Voi's any day." He said, a small grin on his face. Kray chuckled in response to that. Isaac leaned over and shook the man's hand. "I wish you luck, Iblis Kray. May you live the rest of your days out happy and stress free." He informed the man. Kray nodded. "It was my pleasure working with you." He informed the Emperor. With that, he wheeled out of the office, leaving Isaac desperately wondering who could he find as the man's replacement.

Nickoli Reedenka struggled uselessly against his captors. Reedenka, once a three star commanding over 10,000 men and billions in supplies and equipment, was now general no longer. He had been publicly stripped of his title by Isaac mere hours before SpecOps troops from Isaac's forces had infiltrated his stronghold and whisked him away. Now he found himself being dragged through the Imperial palace in a dull gray POW jumpsuit. He finally reached the intended destination. Upon entering the room, Reedenka was thrown to the floor. He growled and tried to get up, but the boot from one of his jailors pushed him into a kneeling position. Reedenka snarled at him. He didn't like being pushed around by a seventeen year-old freak. In fact, Reedenka had never liked the happy smilers in general. Too dangerous and far too loyal to the Kintober line. Reedenka had pushed hard to keep the smilers out of his division. A noise in front of him caused Reedenka to look up. There Isaac was. Standing in front of his desk like he was the master of the world. Reedenka sneered at the man. He didn't bother to hide his contempt. Isaac merely kept a neutral expression on his face. "So..." He said nonchalantly, "Care to explain what the [i]hell[/i] went through your mind when you committed treason?" Isaac asked. "Without the help of my division, your defenses would fall. Then your uncle would take control and this nation wouldn't be led by a brat that I could've ordered to spit shine my shoes a month ago. Reedenka snarled vehemently. Isaac raised an eyebrow. "And if I had won?" He inquired. Reedenka grinned maliciously. "Then we would've killed you. Just like we would've killed that Jack fellow." He replied with a sneer. "So I assume that's why Senator Marrin and his cronies decided to support Jack? So that when the dust settled, he'd be the last man standing?" Isaac asked. Reedenka nodded. Isaac shrugged. "Hard to find good help theses days, eh Uncle?" He asked. Reedenka's eyes grew large as Jack Kintober emerged from another room. "Sure is." Jack replied. He looked at Reedenka like a guy looks at an ant. "I can't believe you went through all the trouble of setting up that whole convoy and have my men rescue me when you planning on killing me in the first place! I'm hurt." Jack replied. Isaac stepped away from the desk, and stood over Reedenka. "Games over. Marrin has ran off to God knows where, all your co-conspirators are in jail, and Jack failed to meet your expectations. You've got nothing and you're guilty of treason." Isaac pulled out a gun and placed it to Reedenka's head. "Now, I'm willing to wipe your slate clean; clear you of all charges IF-" Isaac paused. "-You lick my boots." Isaac pointed to his footware. Reedenka looked at the Isaac, the gun, the shoes, and back to Isaac. "Go and die in a fire." Reedenka responded venomously. Isaac shrugged. "You're funeral." He placed the gun to Reedenka's forhead, but then suddenly pulled it away. "The way I see it, the Facility is missing a prisoner. It's only fair you take his place." Isaac said with an evil chuckle. Reedenka looked at him in horror, before Isaac slammed the butt of his gun against the man's head, knocking him out. He motioned for the guards to take him away and prepare him for in-processing at the Facility. He turned to Jack. "So I heard you have a commander with nothing to command. Is he any good?"

Jack looked at the map. His forces had claimed all the zones 6 through 9. Barely. If he pushed them forward to launch a full scale attack on zones 4 and 5, he would most likely lose. And his forces that had originally been stationed in zones 4 and 5 had dwindled away to nothing. On top of that, all insurgent forces in zones 1, 2, 3, and 10 had been destroyed. This allowed for Isaac to begin building up forces in zones 4 and 5 for a counter-attack. If that happened, Jack would surely loose. But Jack had a trick up his sleeve. Earlier in the war, Isaac had deployed one of his carrier fleets to launch air-strikes on his rear. Jack had used waves of explosive-laden cargo and fishing boats to ram and destroy the offending fleet. It had worked to some success. The fleet had taken heavy loses, and the carrier was barely floating on it's own. Jack gambled that Isaac would assume he was desperate, and might do something extreme. Now, it was time to put that factor into play. He ordered a communications link to be established between himself and Isaac. ------ Isaac looked at the screen and glowered. "What do you want?" "Simple. I either want to control the land I've already taken and turn it into a separate country, or I want a job in you're cabinet with immunity." Jack stated calmly. Isaac laughed cruelly. "And just why would I do that?" He asked, frowning again. "Because if you don't, I'll wage a chemical and biological campaign against your troops, and saturate the areas I loose with deadly toxins." Jack stated bluntly. Isaac snarled. "You're insane! Why should I believe you?" "Because I was willing to launch dozens of suicide boats at your fleet to get them away from my forces. I'm a genius with access to lab facilities. I've been making toxic materials ever since I broke out. I've got enough to contaminate the entire Eggman Empire twice over [i]and[/i] I have missile capabilities. You really want to risk Eggman Empire turning into a place where you need a gasmask and chemical suit just to survive a walk to the store?" Jack replied. "How do I know you won't betray me?" Isaac asked. "From what I've heard lately, you've got a better chance of trusting me then your own personnel." Jack pointed out, a bit smugly. Isaac glared at the man. He thought about it for a moment. "If you say yes, I promise I will never try to take your throne away again." Jack added. Isaac continued to think. He finally reached a conclusion. "Alright. I'll put you into a position on my cabinet. Full immunity. In return, your forces stand down, allow mine to re-enter the land, and you show where you're hiding the toxins. Deal?" He asked. Jack grinned and nodded. "I'll start spreading the word immediately." He said, and the comm line went out. Phil Ryst stepped up behind him. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" The minister asked. "What else can I do? Besides, I've got a little surprise to ensure his loyalty to me. I'm not going to go back on my word. Just give him a little gift, that's all." Isaac responded, grinning evilly. Micro-bombs planted in one's gut and head could ensure loyalty from even the most extremist.

"God [b]DAMMIT![/b]" Isaac snarled as he beat his fist on the war room table. Two other Generals besides Reedenka had essentially echoed his statement, though one had the decency to stand down and allow himself to be replaced. In addition to that, more then half the senate, led by on Alex Marrin, had declared they would openly oppose Isaac if he tried to push anything through. Isaac had never heard of the man before, but once this was all over, he promised himself that Alex would hang. Meanwhile, on the front, Jack's main force had already overtaken zones 6-9 and were working their way through zones 4 and 5. Their speed was due to avoiding civilian populations and garrisoned cities and mainly focusing on military installations. Besides Jack's main force, other insurgent elements had popped up through-out Eggman Empire. Zone's one and three each had at least three battalion sized technical elements harassing his force. Zone two, the zone Robotropolis resided in, originally had a few enemy battalions pop up, but part of the 9th Ex and 4th mechanized Divisions had made short work of them. Another problem facing Isaac was Zone ten, formally known as the Osean province. Riots, Jack's rebels, and independent insurgents were all causing havoc down there, forcing a good chunk of the 9th Ex and the 12th Marine Infantry divisions to stay put and deal with the mess. The whole situation was a mess. The beleaguered divisions to the east that were holding off Jack's forces were begging for reinforcements, but all available units were either fighting their own battles, or tied up by Reedenka and his followers. Isaac swore again and beat the table once more. He briefly considered Groenlandia for help, but decided against it. The idea morphed into something else, though. "Is it possible-" He began. The personnel turned to look at him. "-to send one of our carrier fleets around Greenland to launch attacks at Jack's forces from the rear?" He asked. technically, they would have to get Groenlandia's permission to fly missions over their airspace, but it shouldn't be a problem. The tacticians around him echoed what he already suspected. "Then send the Filoviridae battlegroup to that area I want to hit back. And figure out a way to put our missiles into play. We got hundreds of silos waiting for use. Let's not waste them." He said. "I'll get to work getting Groenlandia's permission for the airstrikes while you're all working on that." The others in the room nodded and Isaac left. He marched down the halls, his escort in tow. He quickly arrived at his office and moved to his desk to get in contact with Groenlandia's government. Before he could, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" He asked suspiciously. "Hank Voi. I just got classified information for your eyes only." Came the reply. A quick check of the cameras outside revealed the man was who he claimed to be. Isaac unlocked the door. Hank entered, calmly and quickly pulled a gun out of the folder of papers, and shot Isaac and his escorts before they could react. The three men tumbled to the floor. Not bothering to check the bodyguards, Hank walked over to Isaac's prone figure. He leveled the gun at the Emperor and squeezed the trigger. Isaac rolled forward, avoiding the shot and whipping out a combat knife he'd hidden on him. Isaac plunged the knife into Hank's leg, and the man howled in agony. The Emperor yanked the knife back out, and leaped up at Hank, knocking the both of them over. A quick struggle ended with the gun out of Hank's reach and Isaac's knife against his throat. Isaac looked very angry. "So, you're on Jack's payroll too?" He snarled. Hank shrugged. "No. I was going to have him killed though, along with those morons in the senate and those retarded generals." He replied. "Why'd you try to kill me then?" Isaac asked. "Oh wake up!" Hank sneered. "You're new. Nobody's ever heard of you. Of course we're going to try to off you. You're young and inexperienced! I've got just as much right to run this country as anyone else. If fact, without me, Sammy would never have gotten away with half the stuff he pulled. If it wasn't for me, he would've been removed long ago. I served your father faithfully and he spits in my eye by putting some nobody in charge of me and this country. I wish the other Hank had killed him." The man informed Isaac angrily. "By the way, didn't I just shoot you?" Hank asked curiously. Isaac shrugged. "You did, actually." He then cracked the knife handle against Hank's skull, knocking the man out. Isaac sat up and stuck a finger in the hole in his shirt. The body armor had done it's job. Barely. He was going to have a massive bruise in an hour or so. He got up and checked on his guards. Lung shots. They were hurt, but they would survive if they got treatment fast enough. Isaac called for both security and a medical team and began performing first aid, all the while hoping nobody would try to kill him again.

"I am here today, to announce that I will not be moving my division or any of it's resources to the front lines to combat the rebel insurgents." Nickoli Reedenka, General of the Seventh infantry Division declared to the press. "I have more reason to believe that Jack is the actual heir to the Kintober thrown then Isaac is. My forces will remained where they have been stationed. Any commander or NCO in this division found trying to attack Jack's forces or aid Isaac's forces will be removed from command and replaced. Unless Jack begins to commit atrocities, I stand by my decree." The announcement would not go over well with anyone.

The announcement had begun streaming from an unknown online source only just a few minutes ago, but already all the major news outlets in Eggman Empire had picked up on this. Some fool had declared he was the rightful air to the Imperial throne, and he'd be back on very soon to deliver an ultimatum. Minutes ticked by, and as promised, the man returned. The screen showed an empty room with nothing but a chair in it. The man walked over to the chair, sat, and turned his attention to the camera. "Hello. Most of you do not know me. My name is Jack Ulysses Kintober. Sammy Kintober is my brother. Back when Wilhelm Kintober was still in charge, it was decided that my brother, being the oldest and a bit more intellectual then me, would become Emperor and if anything should happen to him, I would take his place. Fast forward to when Sammy did assume control of the throne. One of the first things he did was throw me in a jail cell and throw away the key." A sour look spread over the man's face. "Eventually, a few loyal followers sprang me from prison, and I spent the next several years patiently waiting for Sammy to step down so that I could take my rightful place as Emperor. Imagine my surprise when this so-called 'Isaac Kintober' was found and installed. The man is not a Kintober! The DNA tests and whatnot were all performed by scientists and doctors who're on Sammy's payroll! He is an impostor on the throne, installed by a mentally troubled ex-Emperor! As a real Kintober and heir to the throne, it is my duty to remove this impostor! Any and all who side with him are to be considered enemies of the country! After I regain control, any civilian or military elements still loyal to 'Isaac' will be dealt with! The Reclamation begins now!" The scene ended. ------ "Think they bought it?" Jack asked. Eric shrugged. "Either way, it's time to strike." Eric replied. Jack nodded. "Very well then. Launch the beginning salvos and have the first waves move out." Jack said with a smile. As petty as it sounded, if he couldn't have Eggman Empire, and whoever did would have a damn large mess to deal with after he was through. ------ Mere minutes after the announcement by Jack had been made, the administrative building for the [url="http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/3190/ezones.jpg"]Ninth province[/url] of Eggman Empire, was brutally attacked. The regent for the ninth province was found and executed. Across the rest of Ninth province, any and all government installations came under heavy attack. Civilian areas fell within minutes, and all recon bases in Ninth Province succumbed to overwhelming foes an hour after the announcement. The Sixth, Seventh, and Eight Provinces all found themselves facing similar situations. The key to the rebel force's sudden victory was well placed forces and surprise. The rebels had essentially hidden themselves on the doorstep of any civilian or military installation that might be able to oppose them. With one province lost, and three others on the brink, the Eggman Empire found itself once again facing civil war.

Nation Name:Eggman Empire Nation ruler:Sammyace1 Link: http://www.cybernations.net/nation_drill_display.asp?Nation_ID=66326 Just got out of a nuclear battle. Looking to rebuild quick. Will pay above average.

"...and have just finished production of the first batch of Gen-8s. They will go to replace the Gen-6s and 7s that we're transferring from the 9th Ex and sending to other divisions to boost their strength. The Facility expects the next group to be finished in two months. At this rate, we expect all other Army divisions to have at least a battalion's worth of Smilers by the end of the year." Phil Ryst finished his report and sat down. "I assume the men in these other units have been trained on what to expect from the incoming smilers; what to do and what not?" Isaac asked. Phil nodded. "Good, and the Smilers being transferred?" "The Gen-6s and 7s are advanced enough to have the social skills necessary to interact with non-augmented soldiers. They know we're all playing on the same team, and unless someone starts a fight with them, they won't be causing problems." Phil replied, confident in his answer. Isaac nodded. "Where are we on upgrading our military servers?" He asked Kenny. Kenny looked up from his homemade PDA to Isaac. "We've successfully upgraded and 'armored' all critical information servers. They've probably got the best anti-virus capabilities on this planet. Secondary servers are 39% finished. That will take another four months, and the backups will probably take three." Kenny leaned back and sighed. "It's a good thing Sammy told me to protect our computers [i]before[/i] he made his announcement. Spy virus attacks have tripled since then." Kenny said somewhat bewildered. "Any traces to prove who they belonged to?" Isaac asked, wondering if he suddenly had justification to go to war on an enemy. Kenny shook his head. "Nah. We got viruses that are native to North and South America, Europe, Australia, and Asia. It appears a lot of governments are suddenly interested in what we're doing. In case you're wondering, no, it's not a form of attack. Just information gathering. We're doing it to other countries as we speak. It's just more people want to know about us." Kenny said with a shrug. Isaac frowned and rubbed his eyes. "Anything else on the agenda?" He asked tiredly. "Genshabi Research lab 5 is requesting more funding." Avita said. Isaac shot her a puzzled "Who?" look. "Lab 5 is were they perform bio-weapons research." She explained. "I thought that's why we had the Facility." Isaac replied sourly. "Lab 5 works mostly on devising cures and vaccines the Facility produces." Avita said. "Oh..." Isaac muttered. "How much do they want?" "500 million dollars." She explained. Isaac choked on the water he was drinking. After a few seconds of coughing and spluttering, he faced her. "I can't just give them that much! Tell them they need to send it through the Senate first!" He exclaimed. "All they want to know is if you'll approve the budget if it makes it through the Senate." Avita countered. Isaac calmed down after hearing that. "Uh, sure. I mean, as long as the Senate approves it." Isaac replied. He coughed once more, getting the last of the water out of his lungs. "So, anything else?" The rest of his cabinet shook their heads. "Well then, meeting adjourned. Until next week, gentlemen." He said, trying to sound brisk when he was anything but. ------ Isaac walked down the halls of the Imperial Palace, wondering what part of a job that he could do where as a trained monkey couldn't. So far all he'd done was receive reports on the status of the country and approve or veto bills put through the Senate. It almost seemed easier then his job as platoon Sargent. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice the page with a stack of papers in his hands. Isaac stopped just in time to avoid running the page over. "Sorry about that." He said sheepishly. The page smiled. "Not a problem Emperor." He replied, right before whipping out a pistol. The man's aim was shaky. His first shot clipped Isaac in his shoulder, and the second shot was taken by one of Isaac's bodyguards. The other guards tackled the man. "You'll never take me alive!" He shouted, and then chomped down on something in his mouth. In a few moments, the cyanide pill took it's course, and the man was foaming from the mouth, dead. Isaac watched the whole scene in shock and amazement as EMTs around him tore his shirt of to treat his bullet wound. So that's what he could do that a trained monkey couldn't:Get shot at by crazies.

There was a click, and Cybil's hopes went up. [i]"We're sorry, the person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please try again at a later time."[/i] Loki's voice was superimposed on the regular female voice that usually said the message. Then an unimaginably painful shriek filled the air. It was like a dialtone, only a million times louder and higher in pitch. The pain was just as bad as any other time Loki had assaulted her mind. The seeker came out of it's mirror form and howled in pain. It then disappeared back inside Cybil's head. After a few moments, the tone stopped and it was quiet again.

Loki tilted his head to the side. The hat followed but didn't fall off. "There once was an old Arabic tale of a King and a peasant. One day, the King was bored, and ordered that some random beggar be kidnapped in his sleep. The beggar was then dressed up like the king and was treated as such. Then when the man went back to sleep, the King had him dumped back in some alley way. The beggar convinced himself it was a dream, until the day after that, where he was kidnapped again and dressed up like the king. This cycle repeated itself for some time, with the beggar's grip on sanity loosening. Finally, during one night where he was 'the king,' the beggar -who'd lost most of his marbles by now- heard a chucking from a nearby closet. Picking up a nearby sword, he charged and stabbed the closet door. It opened to reveal the real king, now dead by the beggar's hands." "Naturally, I highly doubt that you could do anything to me, but you [i]somehow[/i] might set a certain chain of events in motion that could cause trouble for me down the line. A good prankster knows when to quit. And don't think it was your display of insanity at the end that caused me to leave, though it was the icing on the cake. You can thank a small part of my eviction on the skank residing in that Hannah lady. Spoiler of fun, is what she is! Tattletale!" He spat out the last two lines like a curse. "Anyway," Loki recovered himself "As for the minion I left you, a little word of advice. I wouldn't talk to it when others are around, if I were you. Only people who have come in contact with me can see it, so people will think your talking to yourself. And I gave it because you might need to contact me sometime soon. Now, before I go, there's someone else here who want's a word in." Loki stated. "Don't forget about me yet, I still need to teach you how to shoot!" Hank's voice wafted over the 'telephone.' Loki burst out in manic laughter and hung up.

[i]"Ring ring ring ring Banana phone..."[/i] It was perhaps the most oddest one could answer a call. [i]"Ah, Cybil de Blanc! To what do I own this pleasure? Reconsidered my offer yet? I knew you would!"[/i] Loki said triumphantly.

[b]You're Locked in With Him[/b] ---------- A buzzer filled the air, a gate slammed, and Alexander Ivor walked into the prison to serve his sentence. Though it said his name was Ivor on paper, Alexander couldn't be sure. He'd forgotten his last name some time ago. As the guards escorted him to his new home, he ignored the hoots and shouts from the other inmates in their own cells. He finally reached it at the end of the prison wing, and the guards quickly unlocked the cuffs, shoved him inside, and slammed the gate shut. They were scared of him. He smirked. Good. And they had ever right to be. No doubt they had heard his story. A drifter with no past who'd killed an gang of over twenty armed drug runners in a very bloody manner who then surrendered quietly to the police. He was quite surprised when his former jailers hadn't picked him up from there. More then likely, this whole ordeal was some experiment or test to see how his kind reacted to being incarcerated with the general populous. He shrugged and looked around his new cell. It wasn't to different from his own cell, except there was a second cot for a roommate, the door was see-through bars as opposed to the solid metal door he was used to, there was no privacy with the toilet(not that he cared), and he had a skylight. The skylight, a small window out of reach covered with a sheet of bullet proof glass and bars, showed a beautiful picturesque sky. Alexander had been stared at it for some time before he noticed one of the inmates trying to get his attention. "Hey! New guy!" The man was in a cell across from him. Alexander ignored it. "Hey %$^@*! Look at me when I'm talking!" The man began to swear at him profusely. Alexander stared at the skylight for a few more minutes, before getting on his bunk. "Alright &^#*face, wanna ignore me?! We'll see how well you do come free time!" He jeered. The man obviously though Alex was easy pickings. The ex-smiler looked like he was 18 and somewhat scrawny looking. The man calling to him was 28, large, and heavyset. Alex continued to ignore him and closed his eyes. At least it was quiet in his last prison, he though. ------ When freetime was announced, Alexander had made his way to a quiet corner and idly watched the other prisoners converse, or work out on the weight machines. He was busy keeping to himself when three men stepped in his way. He looked up and saw one of them was the same man who was heckling him earlier. They were grinning meanly at him. He shrugged, and tried to walk away. They blocked his path. "Please move." He sounded very bored. The group laughed. "See what I mean about this punk?" The heckler asked. The other two(Alex labeled them thug 1 and 2) nodded, sneering at Alexander. "Got no respect for his elders! I think it's time he learned a few!" He pounded his fist to emphasis his point. Thugs 1 and 2 cracked their knuckles. "How cliche." Alex muttered with an eye roll. "Wha'd you say, %&*#$% punk?!" Thug 2 demanded. "I said leave or else." Alex replied, a hint of anger. The inmates only chuckled for a moment before thug 1 tried to sucker punch Alex. Alex ducked the punch with ease, and delivered a lighting fast blow to the man's throat. He fell back choking. Heckler and thug 2 snarled and charged him. Alex grabbed Heckler's outstretched hand, used it to yank the man forward, kneed him in the stomach, and chopped down on the back of his neck. He stumbled forward into a wall. Thug 2 looked uncertain, but Alex pressed his counterattack anyway. A powerful kick broke the man's kneecap. As the man fell to the ground, Alex grabbed his arm and wrenched it behind the thug's back. A pop filled the air as the man's shoulder was yanked out of it's socket. A quick punch to the head rendered him dazed. Alex tossed the man aside like trash and walked over to the recovering heckler. He blocked the man's attempt at a punch and broke the man's elbow. Then, Alex easily picked up the 270 pound heckler by the throat and slammed him against the wall. "I could have easily killed all three of you in a brutal and bloody fashion, but I'd like to go back to keeping a low profile. Now, leave be alone and I won't rip your spine out through your mouth. Understand?" Alex asked calmly. The heckler nodded furiously. Alex dropped him like a sack of potatoes. "Good, I'm glad we can reach an agreement." He turned around to see he was surrounded by baton wielding guards in riot gear. "Ah, gentlemen! How kind of you to escort me to my cell!" He exclaimed, before heading off in that direction. The guards nervously followed.

1200 years huh? They probably could've given him 12 and the results would be the same. Kintober fully expected to die within the next two decades, but nodded when he heard his sentence anyway. "I expected no less, and I will see what I can do about paying for some of the damages caused by the renegades." Kintober informed the judges. As he was escorted away, he pondered his fate. Life in Alice Springs, eh? He heard that was the worse jail in Australia. Sounds like fun. Perhaps they were in need of a doctor. He was confident that he could easily surpass any sawbones-type Doc they had there. If not, well, Kintober was no stranger to manual labor. The sun was going to suck though. As he was pushed into the van, he was surprised when one of the Lillians leaned next to his ear and said [i]"The Queen will be keeping in touch, you aren't done yet."[/i] He smirked. So the great queen still wanted him for something? That was interesting. As the ride continued on, he sighed out of boredom. "Looks like it's just me and my lonesome..." He muttered. [i]"Oooh, so quick to count me out Sammy? I'm hurt."[/i] A voice suddenly exclaimed in his mind. Kintober's eyes bulged. "FU-" --- The convoy made their way to Alice springs; the driver of Kintober's vehicle nearly crashing when the ex-Emperor's sudden shout of profanity startled him.