Nagato the Great

OOC: oh wonderful. King James and Jack Carter attending the same party.

While we do agree, it is better than a total dictatorship.

--Classified-- "Can you stand, Gregory?" It had been almost 3 hours since the Juggernaut armour had been grafted onto Gregory. He didn't even feel it anymore. It wasn't a second skin; it was now his skin. "Yes..." "Release the shackles." the head scientist turned to Anton, who unlocked the shackles. Gregory stood up, unsure at first, and then straightened himself out. He glanced at Anton; the scientist shrank back, apparently afraid. Gregory realized that he towered over Anton, who himself was rather tall. "How do you feel, Gregory?" "Well, like I just got hit by a train, dragged 50 miles, thrown into a volcano, drowned in lava, and then thrown into a pit of dry ice...but regardless, I feel more powerful than ever." "As you should." the head scientist said, nodding. "We have a few tests to run now." he turned to the wall, which was solid carbonite. "Smash through it." Gregory looked slightly nervous for a moment, and then complied. He didn't even try his hardest, yet his fist went clean through the wall like it was little more than paper. "Good, good." The head scientist clapped softly. "Bring in the turret..." Anton and his assistant rolled a minigun mounted on a platform into the room. "Fire." Anton fired three bursts at Gregory; Gregory stumbled backwards, moaning in pain. "It will take some getting used to, Gregory." the head scientist said. "But eventually you'll hardly feel it." "What should I do now?" "Well, we have the perfect test for you..." Behind him, on a television, clips of the world-famous Hank fighting in the Dranagg arena played.

Jack Carter will attend the wedding, having not had much contact wit h Slavorussia.

--Classified-- Echo Research Facility Great Mandalorian Desert Testing Hangar B4 Experimental Room 1 In Experimental Room 1, there was little that could be called furnishing. The entire room was a dull metallic colour, and there were a few chairs, and a desk. Most eye-catching was the long, metal slab in the centre of the room, open which lay a man. His arms and legs were clasped down to the slab with cold metal shackles, while in front of him a harried-looking man in a black lab coat loomed over him. "Are you sure you wish to do this, Gregoriy?" he asked the man on the slab. "The process is painful, more so than anything you have or ever will experience; the injection, the grafting of the armour..." "I have never been more sure." Gregory responded; he himself looked rather pale. "I am serving my country in doing this, and that is more than i could ever want. The pain is nothing." Two other men in similar black lab coats walked in. "Are we ready for the procedure?" the younger of them asked. "Do not be so impatient, Anton." the other warned him. "This is a very big and important decision." "We're ready." said the head scientist. "Gregory is ready." He turned to Gregory. "Our first step is to inject you with a solution that will strengthen your bones tens of tensfold." "Like drinking a hundred cartons of milk a day, eh?" Gregory laughed weakly. "Er--slightly more painful." the scientist replied. "It will take an hour for the solution to fully set in, in which--I will be honest--you will probably feel like you are burning in the fires of hell. After that comes the grafting of the Juggernaut armour, which, well, is no less painful." "What effect does the armour have?" "It will allow you to withstand explosives that would usually kill a man, and it will allow you to resist most bullets as well. This by no means makes you invincible, don't get that impression, Gregory. But mark my words, it will take a very long time to kill you." "Here is the solution, sir." Anton carefully handed a syringe of a shining, metallic substance to the head scientist. "Well, Gregory," the scientist said. "This is your last chance. You can still back out now. If you go on with this, you will never again be able to live the life of a normal man." "Do it." Gregory grumbled. His teeth were clenched tight shut, and his eyes were shut tight as well. "Very well then..." the scientist took the syringe. "Good luck, my friend." He stabbed the needle into Gregory, and injected the solution. OOC: I've seen a lot of people making supersoldiers and what not (Hank and similar people) so I thought i would try making one of my own.

We congratulate Italy on yet another step to a better government.

In one of the most significant events of the Carter regime thus far, Mandalore is proud to announce that we have completed and successfully launched the JB-01B Satellite, joining the rest of the world with satellites. "Mandalore has taken a step into a larger world," Jack Carter, president, said in a press conference. "The Congress and I plan to work closely with the Science and Astrophysics Sector to furthen our ambitions in space." JB-01B will mostly be used for geographic and weather purposes, though it also tracks military movements in exercises throughout the country. Also, should ships or planes be approaching Mandalore, we will know of it and will not be taken by surprise. Carter is open to any questions concerning the satellite and his intentions with it.

"Hmm....terrorist elements such as these have always shifted the blame to the government. Thus I find it hard to believe the government is suddenly the barbarian."

--Reply to Selenarctos-- Thank you, but for now we wish to keep the training to our soldiers. As you may understand most of them are new recruits and would probably feel strange alongside experienced fighters. But thank you for the offer, perhaps we will take you up for it in the future.

Imagine that. On the other hand, technically with that logic no one can go to the Americas, or Australia.

We recognize the Kingdom of Cochin and wish them luck in their endeavoers.

We ask the nations involved to please try to come to apeaceful end to this war. Africa does not need further unrest and war.

--Classified-- "Sir!" An exhausted officer burst into the Command Room of the Genadda Military Base. Before him, Generalissimus Jacob Borissean turned around. "What's the matter?" Borissean demanded. "The Phoenix Rising--they've just seized a series of small towns in the middle of the Great Mandalorian Desert; President Carter wants them removed from there ASAP!" --Unclassified-- Mandalorian President Jack Carter has informed the international community that their satellites will show a transport plane flying over the Mandalorian Desert and dropping off soldiers at about 2 am--it is a training exercise. --Classified-- As the M-JB Transport grumbled across the night sky over the Mandalorian Desert, Lieutenant Lermontov found that once again, severeal of the soldiers around him were new recruits. Few of the soldiers who had fought in the first battle in the cEastern Deserts were here. In that battle, their forces had sustained 34 casualties, 12 of them deaths. This time, Lermontov would be the commanding officer. However, now it was a different kind of battle; they would be rappeling down into a region of small towns to 'evict' the Phoenix Rising terrorists who had taken the towns. Urban combat was still a frightening prospect to several of the recruits, who had in the breifing heard much of hidden snipers, falling rubble, and civilian casualties, which they were to keep as low as possible. At least this time there would be no surprises; the Phenix Rising were now the ones who would be surprised, and hopefully caught off guard. "We are approaching the destination, we will be there in approximately five minutes." the pilot's voice was heard. "Get ready soldiers." Lermontov called. He pulled a pair of night vision goggles over his head, checked his weapon, mags, grenades, and knife. He was holding the same thing as most of the soldiers aroudn him; a silenced Mk. 8K SMG, while at his hip was a similarly silenced USP Mk. 3 pistol. He then secured a helmet over his head, and grabbed one of the ropes just as the pilot said "Okay, go." and opened the hatch. Lermontov threw his rope off the edge of the hatch, then turned around, took hold of the rope, breathed deeply, and began rappeling down. Lermontov hit the ground first, and looked around. Nothing in sight but sand dunes. He turned to see the last of the soldiers hit the ground. "Okay, men, let's move out." he said as the plane began its return. "A-Squad, you'll be coming with me; we are assaulting a town directly North of here, it's called Kaliba. B-Squad, you'll be with Major al-Hahd, attacking Sandpoint, to the South East of here. C-Squad, you'll be attacking Potehk, which is in the North-West. Let's move." For almost half an hour nothing more happened. A-Squad trekked across the desert, their camouflage and the night insuring they would not be seen without seeing first. Soon, the town of Kaliba came into view. Lermontov could see that wooden sniping towers were in the works at the corners. He smiled; so the enemy hadn't even had time to erect basic defenses. "Okay, A-12 through A-16, you're our snipers. Scan the towers and surrounding area for enemy snipers or patrols. Make sure there are no others aroudn when you shoot." For several minutes the snipers scanned the town with their silenced rifles, and then Lermontov heard the barely audible ping of their firing. It went on for a few minutes, and then, "That's 10 patrols down and 6 snipers, sir." "Excellent. I've assessed that there is a weakpoint on the eastern part of the city; a sewage culvert, which we should be able to use to get into the city without detection. As soon was we get in far enough, I'll give the signal to start the attack." A few minutes later and 4 guards sniped without a noise, Lermontov and the 38 men in A-Squad were stepping down into the drain. Lermontov leapt in first--he landed in the green, vile water. He signalled for his men to jump down as well. As the soldiers jumped down, Lermontov looked down the tunnel. It was going to be a long, wet journey...

"Er...what exactly is this terrorist group of cretins trying to get from killing innocent civilians?"

OOC: I know, but i mean it's possible for me to think "Hey, maybe they took offense from our name"

--Classified Message to Novgorod-- We understand you may have taken offense from our name. Be assured that we mean no offense to you or your nation. We do not call ourseleves True Russia because we believe you to be false. OOC: Damn, Drake, you really want to make bad relations with me in every version of CNRP, eh? >_>

OOC: Well i've really got no other choice besides land. IC: We would like to know what Japan wants. We are negotiating a trade alliance with China. There is no reason for you to call us anything other than what we are.

OOC: Oh dammit well, looks like a long land journey. IC: We have begun creating a road to the Lu Empire, to make trade over land easier.

OOC: Well, could it be like this: he had surgery to implant powerful metal into his knuckles? Would that level it out?

OOC: Well that depends, am I able to make him physically different? I just don't want it to be like, punch in the face, and then Hank rips him in half.

Certainly. True Russia believes such an alliance would benefit us both. If you wish to trade, shipments will begin as soon as possible. We will mostly be shipping fur, lumber...is there anything in particular you need we can provide? OOC: is it true that we all start out with a navy? I heard taht because it would take to long to build one in MediRP so we would.

Well sorry if i haven't been playing for 2 years >_>

Lu has roughly as many soldiers as me...

OOC: Well just checked and you have the tech so go ahead... Just trying to make sure no one gets illegal weapons, yknow.

OOC: He did say firearms, and cannons don't count as firearms...