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Commander Steve
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Of the Nation of Retarded Weasels
May 2002
time: 23:19
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Commander Steve returns to Alaskia only to find.... CANADIANS?? WTF?
OOC: Can i have Australia? I know you all have land there, but I'm Aussie, so I would like to have it)
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Samuel Johnson
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<< My last post today I promose. A note to the guy writing the Russians. My writing wasn't clear enough. The discussion between Camel and Ivan was to include Beria as part of the USSR entourage on the tour of the Acropolis. This posting belong before your posting if we are to keep timelines consistent.>>
MINNESOTA
Nine hours prior to the attack in Athens, the little man squeezed into the cold, dark space aboard the twin engine airplane that had been chartered to take the musicians to Athens. He thought about his family – how he wanted to kill someone when his boys came home speaking like Canadians. He thought about his country – that communist who had usurped power. But mostly he thought about himself and why he had never amounted to much. Until now. He had joined the militia that had been set up in Minnesota to bring the government back to its position of dominance by crushing the godless commies. But they had lacked direction until the tall, bearded man showed up and gave them money, training and a plan. He was very cold inside this space that one of his cohorts who worked for the airline had built but it did not matter anymore. All would be over soon enough. He dreamed of his boys revering his name.
For awhile, he heard some guitars strumming and a deep rich baritone voice singing but eventually they grew quiet. The next stop would be refueling in Paris and after that he would make his move.
GAZA
Tariq Aziz and the General moved their prisoner out of the van and into the small terminal in the Gaza airstrip. Most of the flights had been cancelled in honor of the celebration in Greece and so the place was deserted except for a handful of maintenance people and airline clerks. They mostly were gathered around the radio listening to the live feed.
The General commandeered a portion of the terminal and took the prisoner there. He had Aziz keep watch on the brute while he made a phone call. Minutes later: “I can’t get through – it must be the celebration.”
ATHENS
But one phone call did get through. Fareeka took it in the little tent she had stood up to honor the Iraqi Senate. “Yes?” A pause. “Very well. You know what to do.”
GAZA
In Gaza, a young man with curly hair and full lips put down the phone and looked across the terminal.
Aziz rolled his eyes. He had no use for this celebration. He had been sullen and melancholy since his wife died in a mountaineering accident and his career had suffered. One thing he had thought on the van ride over was that this accidental rescue of the General would certainly enhance his career, as if he gave a crap. Speaking of, he asked the General if he could go to the men’s room and the General nodded, saying, “Don’t worry, I learned how to interrogate the best of them during the Caucasus War of Separation from the USSR. You’re Armenian right?” The huge henchman started blubbering. “What are you crying for, I haven’t done anything to you.” The red-faced henchman looked up at him, “well, why do you think they threw me out of special forces. I couldn’t handle the interrogation. I’m sorry – it goes back to my childhood.”
Aziz looked around for the men’s room.
OVER EUROPE
After Paris, he waited for the chattering to die down and he surmised the musicians were asleep again so he climbed out of the compartment. He had two guns and a knife for close combat. He looked around and noted the one flight attendant. “Easy pickings,” he thought as he snuck up behind her and slit her throat. She was American but he was sure her family would understand the needed sacrifice. Still, the musicians snored on. He advanced towards the cabin.
GAZA
Aziz went into the lavatory and headed for the first stall. He opened the door and a flurry of chrome swirled in front of his eyes. He looked down at his white shirt which was now streaked in red. The figure inside the stall ran him up against the wall and he felt the wall crack behind his head. Or was that his head making that sound. He slumped down to the floor and the wild man who had attacked him followed him down. It was a young Greek man who whispered into his ears, “shhhhhh. My master said you should die. Now, I get to watch you die. Shhhhhh….” Aziz’s eyesight blurred.
Ratlike, the Greek twisted his head when he heard the General calling. He left Tariq to meet his maker.
The General opened the door but this time the Greek was taken aback for the General already had a pistol drawn and he took several shots winging the Greek boy-man in his shoulder before succumbing to a blow from the Greek’s two deadly knives. He threw away the gun and wrestled the boy down to the ground and they rolled around for several seconds until the boy’s arm was caught behind his back. As the General shifted, though, the other arm swung around and the knife stick directly in his neck. The blood flowed over the Greek as he pushed the lifeless body over.
He looked down at Aziz who appeared dead and knew that the gunshots might have alerted the locals so he slipped out a window.
OVER GREECE
The pilots dead in the aisle behind him and the musicians now shot, he took the plane in just as if he was making a landing at Athens International.
ATHENS
Elvis launched into the crowd’s favorite song, winking up at Camel Hussein and his wife. “Yooooooooooooouuuuu….aint nothing but a hound dog….”
Fareeka checked her watch and started making her way over to Hussein’s box.
IN THE AIR OVER ATHENS
The BEER pilot adjusted his head gear and screamed into the mic. “I say again, the plane is off course. Do I have permission to engage?” But all he heard was static on the other line. Down on the ground, the radio was turned all the way up. The flight controller thought, this American music is pretty good. I need to get this record!
ATHENS
It was at the finale of the song in which Elvis had slowed the band down considerably that the world went to pieces. Elvis had turned around annoyed at his drummer for stopping and slowly turned to what the drummer was pointing at with his stick. It was the last thing he saw. With a deafening swoosh, Elvis left the building.
Camel felt around in the darkness. Where was Juda, his wife? He grasped a hand, dead to his touch. What had happened? He heard the huge sound. What was it? A bomb? An airplane? He felt around. People were now starting to scream. He felt at his eyes and wondered what was caked on top of them. But it was as he pulled back his hands that he realized with horror, the shards of glass were what was coating his eyes and his face. He screamed for Juda and fell to his knees.
Fareeka had braced herself underneath one of the pillars. After the crash, she knew her time was limited and she swiftly advanced on Pita Lorrey. He was still walking around in a daze. She went up to him. “I knew about you all along. East European Intelligence – working for Beria… all of it. I don’t really care but you were getting to close to my plans and so…” Lorrey looked at her funny and then he looked at her even funnier as she swished her steel and bladesharp finger nail across his neck. She was a knife master – why didn’t that show up in her profile, Lorrey thought…. He looked at her now with a new recognition and she laughed. He fell to the ground just in time to be consumed by the coming fire. Time to get out of here. Oh, the commotion I will cause back home. She wondered if Camel had survived and hoped he did so she could see the look on his face when she booted him out of his office.
GAZA
In the men’s room in Gaza, silence, stillness. Then. A hand moves. A groan. Tariq pulled himself up to his knees then fell over again. He crawled out of the bathroom one hand at a time. He looked across the terminal at the clerks and janitors who were staring at the radio in horror. “Help. Help. Call … the … infantry.” His head cracked again as it hit the floor.
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Rotten999
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Milwaukee, WI
Mar 2002
time: 23:19
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The word "Clusterflub" appears in the TV-censored version of a certain Clint Eastwood war film that I won't name. It's a noun that refers to a confused situation.
Big wars tend to be clusterflubs instead of the dramatic "wrath of heaven" situation they should be. Someone basically declares themselves the winner, war over, re-color map. I find the diplomacy far more interesting, and actually think creating a rather peaceful climate was a greater achievement than declaring my army "collossal/gigantic" and overrunning someone. Just an opinion.
With that in mind the UN meets tomorrow (one year has elapsed). Submit important issues for vote! I'll wait until noon or so to put everything on the table. Right now the issues are Indian Immigration/Disease situation, Indian UN membership, South Pole colonization (lots of prime land there, I suppose...edit: tabled by BEER for future session), Greece, Australia, and the World's terrorist problem.
Last edited by Rotten999 on 18-05-2002 at 10:14
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Metaliturtle
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University of Wisconsin Stevens Point
Mar 2002
time: 23:19
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On the situation in India, BEER has established a medical corps, made up of some of the finest medical minds of BEER, to aid the Indian People in their battle against this disease. All BEER medcorps currently are wearing biomed suits so that they will not be contaminated by the Virus. BEER suggests India release some of it's large army to attempt to repopulate as this seems to be a fatal disease. BEER is showing a general concern here, not only for india, but also it's close neighbors, and friends of BEER, Iraq, China, Japan, and Russia.
BEER would like to know the other nations' opinions on BEERs proposals of Greece and of Antarctica, and to a lesser effect Australia.
Mack left Woodstock early in the hopes to get a head start on his honeymoon at an undisclosed location, I am Mikalo, the commander of BEER's Navy, respectfully submitting BEER's Stances.
Mikalo, the one surrounded by beautiful French women.
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Samuel Johnson
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Iraq respectfully suggests that the BEER Greek proposal is one-sided. Greek self-determination should be done as a whole or not at all. Why should just the regions under Iraqi protectorship and former Chinese protectorship be given self-determination? It looks like a thinly veiled attempt to remove Iraq from Greece so that the imperialist BEER forces can crush any remaining nationalism in Greece. We note the subtle threats that are being made against Iraq with concern.
Also, the Greek version of self-determination does not include an option to continue under Iraqi rule. We have offered the Greek people a voice in our parliment if they choose this offer.
If just the BEER proposal makes it to the security council, Iraq will veto. We also will use our right to veto other measures that BEER advances unless this issue is addressed to our satisfaction.
Signed Juda Hussein (who survived the attack and is now a candidate for the Presidency)
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Samuel Johnson
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RADIO FREE EUROPE BROADCAST FROM ATHENS
"From coast to coast, from town to town and to all ships at sea, this is Walter Winchell bringing you the news of today.
We go immediately to Sparta in the BEER-occupied Peloponnese region of Greece where rioting continues and in fact has intensified over the last few hours. Dino DeLaurentis is on the ground there with a report."
"Yes, Walter. Rioters on the left who started the current strife in protest against the military draft and what they termed BEER-led racist imperialism were joined by members of the right who protested against BEER's leaked proposal to the U.N. They echoed the words of Juda Hussein and chanted such slogans as "All of Greece or none of it!" and "BEERski go home!" What seems to have inflamed them also is the callous way the BEER troops <> have reacted to the riots causing dozens of deaths of protesters in the past few weeks. While in the past, the conservatives in this region had not participated in the protests, they are now here in full force. Shops have been closed down and the police are trying, I emphasize trying, to enforce a curfew.
I witnessed a horrific sight earlier today when two BEER policemen were dragged off the riot line and torn literally apart by the angry mob. I talked with one Spartan shopkeeper who said that if it comes down to it, Peloponnese would prefer Iraqi rule where they would have a voice in the parliment. Back to you Walter."
"Thanks - reactions in other cities of Greece was muted except for unconfirmed reports that a massive crackdown is underway in the Soviet held provinces. But unfortunately, our reporters are not allowed access to those areas. In the rest of Europe, Rome, Madrid and Paris held a massive sick-out in support of Greece. This shut down production and is further inflaming the situation.
The BEER president,meanwhile, was unavailable for comment and rumors spread throughout Greece that a military coup had taken place.
Back in Iraq, candidates for the Presidency made last minute campaign stops to shore up their support. Senator Rafsanjanni who has been accused of several monetary scandals still maintains strong support in the Southern Iraq provinces while Juda Hussein, acting President, has maintained her husband's traditional support in the North. She has been fighting off allegations that her government was lax towards terrorism and was responsible for the escape of Saddam Hussein. We are told that Judah has made a last minute appeal to Dubai to change their vote in exchange for the building of a large entertainment complex which the conservatives in that region reject but the more liberal governor supports.
and in other news, a massive monument to former cultural minister Halie Selassie was unveiled on the Iraqi/Egyptian border today to commemorate Halie's ability to transcend cultures. A delegation from the American Caribbean was present and planned later to speak with the Egyptian President about his plans for a unified Africa.
In Athens, a sad Mayor Melina Mercouri toured the former site of the Athens music hall. When asked by the workers what would be built here next, she showed her streak of Greek pessimism and replied, "Well, if Senator Rafsannjani has her way, you guys ought to go down and start repairing the ship building facility. If Juda Hussein is elected, I am sure that the music hall would be rebuilt."
In Beirut, a massive sign advertising a new apartment complex was now in view of the the studios that Sir Alec Guinness has set up to make Iraqi films. The sign says "HOLLYWOOD HILLS" and can be seen for miles and miles. It has caused alot of complaints from the locals but Sir Alec said that he thought it was great because the film industry was all centered in the suburb of Hollywood anyway and that this would announce it to the world. Quoting Alec, "Iraqi culture is becoming the envy of the world!"
In Istanbul, workers protesting overtime and other issues brought the Intelligence Agency construction to a halt. The Iraqi goverment quickly agreed to a pay raise and installed a makeshift theater so the workers could see the new Iraqi films.
Police in Gaza announced that they were no closer in solving the case of the murdered General. The Iraqi Investigative Agent who was found at the bloody scene remains in a coma and was said to be fighting for his life. The General had knowledge of our nuclear capabilities but the government reiterated again that Iraqi nuclear secrets are safe and secure.
And finally, in closing, on the six month anniversary of the terrorist attack, let us take some time in our day to remember those that were among the thousands lost.
This is Walter Winchell on Radio Free Europe. Good day!"
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Samuel Johnson
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The Jordanian nurse in the Amman hospital looked at the patient. Such a handsome man. She had been keeping his beard trimmed throughout the past six months and had even spent hours talking to him about her life and her problems. She was concerned because she saw his lip trembling. That was different. She wondered what he was thinking...
... He was back on the mountan with his wife, Adar, only this time it was he that was hanging onto to her hand, dangling over the edge. He had been here before many times and it was always the same, over and over. He looked up at Adar and the wind blew away the tears from her eyes. She kept on saying, "let go,let go." Why was she saying that - why did she say that everytime? If he let go, he would die. And so he held on and he knew what would happen next. The burning would start at his feet and then slowly, tortuously climb up his body until only his arm and his head were left. He would look into Adar's eyes one last time and then he would turn into ash and blow across the plains under Mt. Ararat.
But this time Adar was more insistent. "Tariq. You must let go. You have to let go. It is time." His eyes teared up and he felt that familiar burning feeling in his feet again. Time for what? For him to join her? His lip trembled, "I can't." She said, "You must. You still have life. You can't cling to me forever. You know how it will only turn out." He wanted to be with her so bad yet still he felt he had unfinished business. And so, Tariq let go and as he fell away, the wind died down and Adar's tears fell down into the valley creating a large lush lake. As he fell backwards into the cool lake, he saw her lift up into the air and like a phoenix flare up into the heavens.
When he awoke, there were several people peering down at him. At first he thought they had saved him from drowning in the lake but as his head cleared he recognized the familiar doctor and nurse uniforms.
"You've been through quite alot, Agent Aziz," said one rather pretty nurse to his right. "The doctor here is probably going to win the Nobel prize in medicine because of you."
The doctor chuckled, "Well, you had a severe infection and we were treating it but it kept on coming back. I did some research with our friends in the Baghdad university and we discovered that bacteria can reproduce and that was what was driving the problem. So..."
The Doctor stopped as the patient grabbed his collar. "Saddam? Has he been caught?" The Doctor straightened up and gently removed the hand from his collar. "Saddam? No. No one knows where he is. What's this about?" Tariq wheezed, "what about the Senator?"
"The Senator?"
"Rafsanjanni, Rafsanjanni," Tariq mouthed impatiently.
"Oh yes, you'll be happy to know that she is running for President. Your background file said nothing about your interests in politics."
Tariq fell back on his bed and let out a long sigh.
"Now, I want you to relax. There's a special visitor who is one his way to talk to you."
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18-05-2002 03:25
a little trouble commander? I have no problem with you getting Australia though, just post more often please. Canada, could you support this since you did end up with Alaska?
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