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New City, (OOC: located on RL location of St Ignace OOC: ):

As rain poured heavily, loud whistles echoed through the piles of rubble, crumbling buildings and tall wild vegetation. Then, bright flashes, shortly followed by large clouds of dusts and smoke. A building was set on fire and would burn for quite a while before the rain puts it out.

The city was the capital of the now-defunct Great Lakes States and is currently more than 70 years old. It had a population of 500,000, large amount of glass-steel buildings and green spaces in the outskirts and glass-concrete buildings in the much denser center area. Most of the national government buildings were clustered in a two square miles area, including the large glass dome of the GLS Memorial Museum, the location of the original Legislative building. Inside the museum contained 50+ year old military equipments and vehicles that were used in the first civil war. Next to the museum was a massive cemetery that sheltered all of GLS's dead soldiers marked with polished black granite headstones.

However, the city crumbled and fell into disrepair as GLS buckled from constant onslaught of internal instability. The last of the residents left shortly before Michigan joined the USA. Surprisingly many Midwestern archeologists and historians didn't care about the city and raised little voice regarding the preservation of it.

Today? The Midwest Republic Air Force was paying it's respect...


By using it as their live practice/test bombing field. The MRAF saw New City as a great site for their pilots' practices and weapon testing since no structures needed to be constructed, which would save a little over $100,000 per year, much more if bombing practices and weapon tests were intensified. It was estimated that the city would last about another ten to fifteen years before MRAF is forced to build a new site for their weapon testing, the bombing practice could last for about another fifteen to twenty-five years before the city needs a minor "reconstruction".

The occasional trespassers were arrested on sight, but a small handful of them made it through. However, some of them were unlucky enough to be caught in a scheduled bombing run. Others caused too much commotion such as lighting up dozens of fireworks and being a general nuisance, which resulted in an somewhat "scheduled" bombing run on the area. The Midwest Republic military had a mentality of, "Only idiots run through a clearly marked death zone."


Today the cemetery received a dose of an experimental thermobaric deep bunker buster, which uplifted and destroyed dozens of coffins and headstones. Elsewhere, a bird nest located in the one of the city's parks' trees was hit by a laser/GPS guided bomb and such explosion reduced half of the one square mile park into a crater, the other half was engulfed in flames or completely coated with dust.

Next week, an experimental high-tech incendiary missile was to be dropped on the museum to test the missiles' effectiveness against infantry camping inside buildings without excessively damaging the buildings. The only issue is that most prototype weapons tend to inflict overkill on the targets, and the incendiary missile would be no exception.

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With archeologists and historians throughout the Midwest Republic uncaring about the ruined shell of a city that was once capital of the Great Lakes States preservation efforts seemed unlikely. What was a worthless wasteland, however, became an overnight gold rush as the Bering island nation of Procintia began putting together a collection for a national museum and was willing to pay top dollar for artifacts.

Untouched by scavengers, because of regular bombing runs, the New City wasteland was potentially an abundant source of Great Lakes States relics. . .

Most Midwest Republic authorities didn’t realize the value of what they carelessly discarded until it was too late. . .

Yet once word got out that Procintia was paying your weight in cash, no questions asked, for anything invaluably unique. . .

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With the Great Lakes States’ capital now a deathtrap it would take an elite ensemble with expert coordination, brilliant planning, and immaculate timing to run the gauntlet. . . but these doomed adventurers find out the hard way that fools rush in where angels fear to tread. . .

[color="#0000FF"]"I think this is a pretty good plan, we should be able to pull it off this time.
What do you think Abduhl? Can you give me a number crunch real quick?"[/color]

[color="#FF0000"]"Yeah, gimme a sec... I'm coming up with 32.33%, repeating of course, percentage, of survival."[/color]

[color="#0000FF"]"That's a lot better than we usually do. Alright, you think we're ready guys?"[/color]

[b]"Alright chums, I'm back! Let's do this... [size="4"]LEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS[/size]!"[/b]

[color="#0000FF"]"... Oh my God he just ran in."[/color]

[color="#FF0000"]"Save him!"[/color]

[color="#0000FF"]"... stick to the plan."[/color]

[color="#FF0000"]"Let's go, let's go!"[/color]

[color="#0000FF"]"[b]Stick to the plan !"
"Stick to the plan![/b]"[/color]




Out of Character: Credit to <PALS FOR LIFE> for Leeroy Jenkins

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Radio communications:

[i]"Large group of trespassers spotted at Sector 5's, they have scaled the security fence. They appear to be moving on foot."

"Dispatch the jeeps and get moving fast. A helicopter will also be sent to help stop the trespassers. Next bombing practice starts in about two hours from now and you know how much they hate delays."

"Understood."[/i]

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As three jeeps closed onto the group of adventurers, one of their megaphones barked; "Hey! You are to stop and put your hands up immediately! You have trespassed on Midwest Republic Restricted Access Zone and will be prosecuted for it! Do not force us to chase you or lethal firearms will be used!!"

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Unlike Leeroy Jenkins and his unfortunate companions at least one person was smart enough to avoid rushing into the open strait into an easy field of fire for any modern aircraft. Various underground sections of the ruined city concealed heat signatures, but between breakdown and destruction were difficult to navigate.

Sitting on a box chair in a room between two labyrinths of service tunnels under the New City wasteland a solitary man old Inuit wearing worn tigerstripe camouflage fatigues (adorned with various equally worn SVA insignia from the Vietnam war) was on the verge of turning back. Five days of navigating service routes and the closest he’d gotten to the old GLS Memorial Museum was still more half a klick away, not close enough. There was no guarantee he could cover the distance to get into the building without being bombed. Always good to know when to cut your losses and call it a day.

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[quote name='HHAYD' timestamp='1320548911' post='2840000']As three jeeps closed onto the group of adventurers, one of their megaphones barked; "Hey! You are to stop and put your hands up immediately! You have trespassed on Midwest Republic Restricted Access Zone and will be prosecuted for it! Do not force us to chase you or lethal firearms will be used!!"[/quote]Caught flat-footed the fortune seekers surrendered immediately without resistance.
A lack of coordination stopped the adventure before it began.
They were fortunate to have been stopped before getting further past the fence, but not everyone felt that way at the time.

[color="#0000FF"][b]”Damn it Leeroy!”[/b][/color]

. . . but their capture [i]might[/i] be the perfect distraction for someone else to sneak past the security . . .

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As the jeeps came to a stop, one of the drivers mumbled something about forgetting handcuffs...

[i]"WHAT?!"[/i] the squad leader screamed loud enough for the adventurers to hear it clearly about 50 meters away.

One of the jeeps turned around to get the handcuffs while the other two parked close to the group. The helicopter didn't even get to take off when the pilot was told to cancel the assistance.


Elsewhere, only less than 200 meters away, another scavenger hopped the fence as the commotion diverted the poorly funded security force's' attention. The only problem is that he was even less prepared than the other adventurers, no maps, water or any other equipments, and it doesn't help the fact that his plan was to drive one of the museum's tanks out of New City. Something that would surely catch some attention assuming he doesn't get accidentially bombed first.

The military assumed that only at most one person would barge in per month and funded the security team accordingly. The poor security force was going to be overrun by trespassers after trespassers.

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About two hours later:

As the scavenger neared the museum, there were whistles and roars of jet engines echoing through the air.


The practice bombing run had started.



One missile locked onto the scavenger and when it was only 5 meters above his head, it exploded.


Then the explosion splattered a cloud of paint in a 10 meters radius. The scavenger was frightened and proceeded to try and run back out of the giant bombing practice field. He would be hit with at least a few dozens of paint missiles and bombs on his way out.



Luckily for him and future scavengers, the high air force command decided that dropping live munitions for accuracy practicing/testing was a waste of money and that cheaper munitions should be used. Since bombs loaded with expired paint (and possibly leaded paint as well) were extremely cheap compared to explosive ones, why not buy dozens of thousands of them in a bulk?

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Lacking equiptment wasn’t so bad; at least that scavenger had a vague sense where he was going had how to get out.
Another 200 meter further away was someone with even less preparation than the unprepared scavenger.
She was never particularly good at complex planning but that hopefully wouldn’t matter in today’s venture.
Her strategy was extraordinarily simple - ride the coattails of someone else’s plan.
When that other sucker emerged with the prize she would have him in crosshairs and nonchalantly demand it handed over.
She determined the other scavenger’s strategy, despite not knowing what it actually was, looked worth coasting on as he slipped passed the distracted guards.

About two hours later:
She was still stalking him through the city. . .
Whistles and roars of jet engines echoing didn’t particularly bother the stalker because this man obviously had a brilliant plan.
A missile exploding over the scavenger’s head splattering color only validated her confidence.
It was only paint. He clearly knew that beforehand! Otherwise why would someone be out in the open in a live fire range?
As the scavenger ran panicked across the bombing practice field whilst being aerially bombared with paint the stalker followed – surely all part of a cunning plot?

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OOC: Hope you don't mind me posting, if you do ignore this post.

Watching the skies Kassandra Kamarov followed the Midwest Republic jets as they came in and dropped their payload. She could quite clearly see the black shapes of the bombs falling downwards before they detonated in a shower of paint coating the ground and surronding landscape. A smirk crossed her face, the long scar pulling her left side upwards giving it quite the malicious grin. Well that was one less problem to worry about.

Still there was the distance between her current position, prone underneath a burned out and collasped apartment block, and the muesum nearby. Of course there was two routes avaliable a quick run through open terrain with only the odd burned out husk of an automobile for cover or a slower route through a number of houses and other buildings and then there was always the possiblity of the ground or walls collasping around her.

Pulling her short barreled AK47 to her chest she turned her head from left to right taking in all the details, then satisifed the way was clear for now she crawled forwards until she could stand before setting off at a quick pace into the ruins of the nearby buildings. Sure it would be slower but it also gave her the best cover against prying eyes.

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[quote name='Kevin Kingswell' timestamp='1320729055' post='2841502']
OOC: Hope you don't mind me posting, if you do ignore this post.

Watching the skies Kassandra Kamarov followed the Midwest Republic jets as they came in and dropped their payload. She could quite clearly see the black shapes of the bombs falling downwards before they detonated in a shower of paint coating the ground and surronding landscape. A smirk crossed her face, the long scar pulling her left side upwards giving it quite the malicious grin. Well that was one less problem to worry about.

Still there was the distance between her current position, prone underneath a burned out and collasped apartment block, and the muesum nearby. Of course there was two routes avaliable a quick run through open terrain with only the odd burned out husk of an automobile for cover or a slower route through a number of houses and other buildings and then there was always the possiblity of the ground or walls collasping around her.

Pulling her short barreled AK47 to her chest she turned her head from left to right taking in all the details, then satisifed the way was clear for now she crawled forwards until she could stand before setting off at a quick pace into the ruins of the nearby buildings. Sure it would be slower but it also gave her the best cover against prying eyes.
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The MRAF aircraft's thermal sensors picked her up, and they proceeded to drop several bombs on her as well. The decaying buildings shuddered from the paint explosions and dust fell from the ceilings and walls but she was relatively safe.

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[quote name='Generalissimo' timestamp='1320728107' post='2841492']
About two hours later:
She was still stalking him through the city. . .
Whistles and roars of jet engines echoing didn’t particularly bother the stalker because this man obviously had a brilliant plan.
A missile exploding over the scavenger’s head splattering color only validated her confidence.
It was only paint. He clearly knew that beforehand! Otherwise why would someone be out in the open in a live fire range?
As the scavenger ran panicked across the bombing practice field whilst being aerially bombared with paint the stalker followed – surely all part of a cunning plot?
[/quote]
The stalked person continue to run until he jumped headfirst into a pond in the crumbling street, created by a bomb blast.

The problem?

There was an unexploded high explosive bomb in the pond, and when he accidentally crushed it with his forehead while jumping in, it set it off. The ensuing explosion threw all of the water into the air, no remains of the stalked scavenger would be found.

In the sky, the squadron of aircraft flew away after dropping all of their paint munitions, their target practice was over. It would be another four hours before the next practice run took place.

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Swearing loudly Kassandra leapt over an over turned dining table, crashing into the fallen chairs on the other side and falling to the floor as the building shook from the repeated bomb hits. Dust rained down on her prone form and she quickly leapt back up and moved through the rooms looking for a way forward. Spotting a window at the end of a corridor she ran across to it and look out, the next building was only a few metres below and had a nice hole in its side wall which she could use. Taking a few steps back she ran and threw herself out the window and flew through the air, hitting the floor of the other building she rolled with the impact before ending in a crouch.

"That was pretty cool" she thought allowing herself to smile and was rewarded with the floor groaning and collasping beneath her throwing her down into the lower levels where she was covered by rubble. Luckily it didn't cause any serious injuries and she wasn't trapped. Pushing the rubble off she was able to get a glance of the aircraft squadron leaving and decided that she probally didn't have time to go looking through every ruined house.

A few short seconds later and she had managed to crawl outside into the main street. The roads were packed with various ruined vehicles and in patches were quite open ground. Still as long as she used the cars and other vehicles as cover she should be able to work her way closer to the mueseum. With her assualt rifle held closely she set off at quick run moving from one vehicle to another.

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[quote name='Kevin Kingswell' timestamp='1321136924' post='2843887']
Swearing loudly Kassandra leapt over an over turned dining table, crashing into the fallen chairs on the other side and falling to the floor as the building shook from the repeated bomb hits. Dust rained down on her prone form and she quickly leapt back up and moved through the rooms looking for a way forward. Spotting a window at the end of a corridor she ran across to it and look out, the next building was only a few metres below and had a nice hole in its side wall which she could use. Taking a few steps back she ran and threw herself out the window and flew through the air, hitting the floor of the other building she rolled with the impact before ending in a crouch.

"That was pretty cool" she thought allowing herself to smile and was rewarded with the floor groaning and collasping beneath her throwing her down into the lower levels where she was covered by rubble. Luckily it didn't cause any serious injuries and she wasn't trapped. Pushing the rubble off she was able to get a glance of the aircraft squadron leaving and decided that she probally didn't have time to go looking through every ruined house.

A few short seconds later and she had managed to crawl outside into the main street. The roads were packed with various ruined vehicles and in patches were quite open ground. Still as long as she used the cars and other vehicles as cover she should be able to work her way closer to the mueseum. With her assualt rifle held closely she set off at quick run moving from one vehicle to another.
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There were no security personnel this deep in the city. The area around the museum was relatively open and the building is surrounded by a massive outdoor glass floor, somewhat damaged. Two meters underneath the glass panels were helmets with a name tag or "Unknown" on each one, indicating where a soldier died. There were also weapons and ruined vehicles underneath the glass panels as well.

At the west of it was the large ruined military cemetery and at the east was the shoreline to Lake Huron.

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[quote name='HHAYD' timestamp='1321049180' post='2843358']The stalked person continue to run until he jumped headfirst into a pond in the crumbling street, created by a bomb blast.

The problem?

There was an unexploded high explosive bomb in the pond, and when he accidentally crushed it with his forehead while jumping in, it set it off. The ensuing explosion threw all of the water into the air, no remains of the stalked scavenger would be found.

In the sky, the squadron of aircraft flew away after dropping all of their paint munitions, their target practice was over. It would be another four hours before the next practice run took place.[/quote]Allows trailing meters behind stalker pursued her prey through crumbling street until the sudden jolt of an unexpected explosion.
She momentarily disoriented from the discharge, with all the water thrown into the air she couldn’t she what was going on.
When she regained enough footing to examine her surroundings it was obvious the scavenger was gone.
No discernable tracks or trail, only the lingering scent of gunpowder and sulfur with a slight copper aftertaste.
A blast from the previously unexploded high explosive bomb was used to create a screen of water to cover a brilliant escape.
She frequently stalked a wide assortment people - anyone who caught her interest really – but it had been so long since anyone so thoroughly evaded her.
Was that man so far out of her league?
Without someone to stalk the Stalker realize her chance of survival completely collapsed.
She curled into a pitiful ball on the broken asphalt and wept.
Had a Lifetime of amateur stalking amounted to nothing?
As the stalker lied on the ground wallowing in despair she realized there was a lull in the aerial bombing.
If she only make it to somewhere likely to attract other treasure hunters. . .
. . . wait. . .
. . . didn’t that scavenger pass by the shell of a museum? If some other fortune seeker came by then the original plan was still viable.
Without another idea, eyes still red from tears, she pulled herself from pavement and began backtracking to the museum.

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Throughout the building, glass panels covered all of the rooms and hallways, protecting the floors walls and ceilings from further deterioration. Of course, due to neglect and consistent bombing runs, much of the panels were cracked, or destroyed. Everything was deteriorating.

The first and the second floors of the museum contained the lobby, a dozen two-stories tall black granite engraving containing all of the soldiers' names that were killed or gone missing in action and a display of all of the heavy vehicles/equipments. The two floors were severely damaged during the siege and it was quite evident considering the large amount of glass panels and steel beams serving as walls.

The 3rd and 4th floors contained light equipments and a large exhibit explaining what occurred before and during the war, as well as the aftermath. It also showed the commanding staff's office, which was formerly the legislative's general meeting chamber and a makeshift hospital. Blood stains were left intact, and the operating rooms were had large amount of the stains.

The 5th to 8th floors were mostly closed off to public access due to the extensive damages, though visitors can see the damages from the undamaged areas through glass walls. The damaged sections of the building were reinforced by hidden steel beams. At the roof of the building was an intact Surface to Air Missile unit, a severely damaged one next to it as well and across the roof, a completely ruined 175mm artillery piece stripped from a M107 Self-Propelled Gun. Pieces of SAMs, artillery guns, anti-tank missile launchers and radar equipments were scattered everywhere in the ruined floors, indicating how much bombing the building endured during the siege.

The basement, consisting of two floors, had held the besieged army's supplies and ammunition. Now, fake, non-explosive munitions replaced the live ones and the basement showed what munitions and supplies the army used. The non-explosive supplies were not replaced, they were what was found in the basement after the siege and the war ended. The food might still be edible.

In some of the undamaged rooms that had windows to the outside, various well-preserved weapons encased with a glass box ranging from intact to completely wreaked were stationed, pointing outside. The weapons ranged from semi-automatic .50 caliber rifles to machine guns to even 155mm anti-tank pieces. If loaded with ammunition and oiled, the intact weapons can be still be fired.

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OOC: I'm just going to jump in here...

Lokir Falkberg, Norwegian author, archaeologist and treasure hunter looked over the crumbling city centre. He had originaly hoped to make it into the city before the bombings started, but he had been delayed sneeking through the perimeter fence. He was waring surplus norwegian military camouflage, carried an MP5N sub machinegun, a Browning Hi-Power and an ASP. Lokir was determind that this venture would make his fortune.

Raised in central Oslo, Lokir attended Oslo University, gaining a degree in archaeology and ancient history. He went on the study languages and modern history. When he left university at the age of 28, he wrote several books about ancient religion and the lost treasures of the world. At the age of 31 he led an expedition into the Arctic in search of Generalissimo of Proctinia. However, the expedition failed to find him. Two years later, he discovered the grave of an ancient Norwegian king Godgest of Hålogaland, containing all the spoils from his raids, in the catacombs of the Temple of Thor outside Vågan, although he didn't make any money out of it.

With the lates bombing run over, Lokir made a dash for the nearest manhole cover. The sewers would be he route into the city centre.

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OOC: No problem

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IC:

The sewer systems, like the rest of the city, was decaying. Although the overall design of it was simple and large clear direction markings were placed before the city was abandoned, much of the sewer system would be unnavigable due to cave ins or flooding. Occasionally unexploded munitions that punched through the ground could be found lying in stagnant water.

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[quote name='Generalissimo' timestamp='1320549767' post='2840009']. . . at least one person was smart enough to avoid rushing into the open strait into an easy field of fire for any modern aircraft. Various underground sections of the ruined city concealed heat signatures, but between breakdown and destruction were difficult to navigate.

Sitting on a box chair in a room between two labyrinths of service tunnels under the New City wasteland a solitary man old Inuit wearing worn tigerstripe camouflage fatigues (adorned with various equally worn SVA insignia from the Vietnam war) was on the verge of turning back. Five days of navigating service routes and the closest he’d gotten to the old GLS Memorial Museum was still more half a klick away, not close enough. There was no guarantee he could cover the distance to get into the building without being bombed. Always good to know when to cut your losses and call it a day.
[/quote][quote name='Aggressivenutmeg' timestamp='1321779183' post='2847393']Lokir Falkberg, Norwegian author, archaeologist and treasure hunter looked over the crumbling city centre. He had originaly hoped to make it into the city before the bombings started, but he had been delayed sneeking through the perimeter fence. He was waring surplus norwegian military camouflage, carried an MP5N sub machinegun, a Browning Hi-Power and an ASP. Lokir was determind that this venture would make his fortune.

Raised in central Oslo, Lokir attended Oslo University, gaining a degree in archaeology and ancient history. He went on the study languages and modern history. When he left university at the age of 28, he wrote several books about ancient religion and the lost treasures of the world. At the age of 31 he led an expedition into the Arctic in search of Generalissimo of Proctinia. However, the expedition failed to find him. Two years later, he discovered the grave of an ancient Norwegian king Godgest of Hålogaland, containing all the spoils from his raids, in the catacombs of the Temple of Thor outside Vågan, although he didn't make any money out of it.

With the lates bombing run over, Lokir made a dash for the nearest manhole cover. The sewers would be he route into the city centre.[/quote] [quote name='HHAYD' timestamp='1321816672' post='2847538']The sewer systems, like the rest of the city, was decaying. Although the overall design of it was simple and large clear direction markings were placed before the city was abandoned, much of the sewer system would be unnavigable due to cave ins or flooding. Occasionally unexploded munitions that punched through the ground could be found lying in stagnant water.[/quote]Finally reaching an exit Old Man Chigulax made a dash for the manhole cover, towards salvation from days of the hellish labyrinth.

This unavoidably unnavigable series of stuffy sewer systems saturated with stagnant water reminded the aging veteran too much like Vietnam.

After a brief but intense struggling to lift the cast iron cover the survivalist senior joyfully savored fresh open air. . . until his eyes met an interloper - some Nordic punk wearing pansy Scandinavian surplus and wielding a weak German sub machinegun. If the ancient Inuit still had strength enough after wrestling that metal slab and climbing out of that hole (not for a lack of trying) his vintage M-14 would have been unholstered and aimed at the newcomer.

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