Sapphire Dream

Discussion in 'National RolePlay' started by Xentherida, Dec 22, 2018.

  1. Xentherida

    Xentherida TNPer - -

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    Note: All translations spoilered at the bottom.

    August 2nd, 2018

    'The fuck are they?'

    Jens had been sitting out here in the sweltering heat for so long. His cool bottle of Rāne had done little to keep him cool, sitting out in this tiny village café in the desert, in the middle of nowhere.

    He scanned around again, still searching for his contact. He spotted an old battered SUV making its way into the parking lot. Was this them?

    Out of it stepped four men, three brandishing Type 58 assault rifles, the fourth looking around him warily as he jumped out onto the sandy ground.

    So that’s him.

    Still watching around him, the man introduced himself. 'Dakarai Mbanefo.' he said, swiftly extending his hand. Jens barely shook it for a second before Dakarai withdrew it, watching around him again. 'You weren’t followed, were you? What’s your name? When did you get here? Who came with you?' he demanded, his fusilade of questions unrelenting.

    'Of course I wasn’t followed, I’ve been doing this for years. My name’s Jens Enberg and I’ve been waiting here alone in the baking heat for about three hours already, waiting for you lot to turn up.'

    Dakarai raised an eyebrow. 'No need to be so cutting. You can’t trust anyone here. You brought the documents, correct?'

    Jens nodded.

    'Good. We will agree to your proposal.' Dakarai said, before gesturing with his hand for Jens to follow to the SUV. 'Let us discuss it further in our hideout.'

    The first stage of their plan was complete.

    December 21st, 2018

    Everything was ready. The duffel bags were prepped and full. The sixteen - eight males, eight females - clad in their tracksuits, shuffled about nervously. They knew the plan. Rafiki nodded. 'For the motherland.' he said.

    They clambered into the minivan, and set off for their destination. Some used the journey to anxiously check their bags to see everything was working. A brief, five minute reprieve, before they arrived. Before they began their task.

    It wasn’t long before they arrived. After climbing off the minivan, they walked beneath the gigantic golden letters that wrote out the name 'Sapphire Dream'. For 160 years this hotel had been standing in the heart of Sarazed, Iraelia. After tonight, that exquisite piece of history may be gone forever. But as much as it pained Rafiki, he knew it was acceptable collateral damage for their plan.

    One man, loitering just within the hotel, spoke quietly into his wrist. 'De har kommit fram. Kommer följa.' he murmured in Xentheridan, nobody noticing his subtle movements.

    The sixteen walked through the hotel doors, and through the metal detectors at the entrance. No beeps emanated from it; they had been careful in their preparations not to have any metal on them. Just as long as the bags weren’t checked. At least there had been no bag scanners.

    But just as they began to lug their bags upstairs, a bellhop appeared at their side.

    He was not allowed to know. He could not be allowed to bust their operation.

    'Vi kan ha sorg.' whispered the man into his wrist.

    'May I check your bags, please?'

    That dreaded phrase.

    It took Rafiki aback for a second. 'May I check your bags?' the bellhop said, more insistently this time.

    'De kommer att förstöra hela denna uppdrag.' the man breathed.

    Rafiki saw no other way out.

    He reached deep into his bag, grasping the cool metal handle, before quickly pulling out the pistol and pointing directly into the chest of the bellhop.

    There was a brief moment where time seemed to stand still; the bellhop had grabbed his wrist, about to shout some objection. Rafiki pulled the trigger.


    The bang reverberated about the marble walls of the lobby, echoing deeply through the halls. The bullet flew straight from the chamber and into the bellhop’s sternum, flying through with a bloody thwack.

    A chorus of screams arose, and the Xentheridan man yelled 'DOWN, DOWN, GET DOWN' just as Rafiki fired again. With a swift movement, the other fifteen reached into their bags revealing automatic weapons, as the hotel guests threw themselves to the floor.

    The yell of 'STAY DOWN' was barely heard over the sudden cacophony of sound as the sixteen fired wildly towards the security guards, who, having been caught off guard, found themselves riddled with bullets, and collapsing to the floor in a heap.

    The sixteen turned their attention now to the receptionists, who had attempted to dial the emergency numbers on their phone, and they too were shot dead in a hailstorm of bullets, wood splintering from the bullets that tore through the desks. Two guests attempted to run to safety through the front doors, but were cut down by more automatic fire, as the glass in front of them shattered from wayward shots.

    Four of the shooters ran out into the corridor and into the security room. They forced the personnel within out and into the main lobby with the other hostages, and then began to fire at the servers. Room service telephone lines, live security camera feed, computer data, all went up in smoke.

    A silence descended upon the hotel as the bangs of gunfire subsided, and the hostages lay cowering on the floor. Upon Rafiki’s command, the huge, heavy oaken doors upon the entrance were force shut. The siege had begun.

    "De har kommit fram. Kommer följa" - They've arrived. Will follow.
    "Vi kan ha problem." - We may have a problem
    "De kommer att förstöra hela denna uppdrag." - They're going to destroy this whole mission
  2. Xentherida

    Xentherida TNPer - -

    Their preparation time was limited. Hostages were gathered from the numerous rooms in the hotel and forced to sit in the lobby, and their phones and passports taken.

    'It was very brave, what you did there.' one hostage whispered to the Xentheridan man. 'What’s your name?'

    'Lucas' he responded, his Iraelian thankfully fluent. He kept his eyes focused on the gunmen as they unloaded explosive shells from one of their bags. 'And it was nothing.'

    'You saved many lives. Are you a policeman or…?'

    'Tourist. Just a tourist.'

    A faint burst of static buzzed in Lucas’ ear. 'Sitrep, over?' came the voice.

    'All sixteen of the Maru Liberation Army are here. Six or seven civs killed, eight wounded, but none are our target. They started the siege too early. We’ve not had time to locate the target. She’s not among the hostages. She could be in a disguise, and anywhere in the hotel. The MLA didn’t get past security: their bags were already in the lobby but they tried to stop them from being searched. That blew their cover and triggered the siege. Over'

    'Copied. Keep watch for the target. Sit tight and wait for an opportunity to arise. Out."

    A final sputter of static hissed in his ear just as a bag was shoved in his face. They wanted his phone and passport. One arm held upright, he relinquished both, placing them gently into the bag. The passport was faked, however; nobody could know their true intentions or identities, not even the MLA.

    Meanwhile, the MLA had begun booby-trapping the entrance. A tripwire was first placed just next to the door which would break if the breaching forces so much as kicked the doors; then, a necklace of IEDs was strewn about the entrance, rigged up to a car battery, guaranteed to obliterate any attackers who dared assault the hotel.

    Rafiki turned on a two-way radio retrieved from the bag as the dead bodies were dragged into a corner, smearing blood over the marble floors. Repeating himself over many frequencies, hoping the Iraelians would hear him, he spoke. 'This is the Maru Liberation Army. We have boobytrapped the entrance so you cannot breach. We wish to negotiate.'
  3. Xentherida

    Xentherida TNPer - -

    (OOC: about fucking time I got around to continuing this. more posts soon.)

    It took barely fifteen minutes since the siege first began for Tamari Elimelech to arrive on the scene, barking into a walkie-talkie at soldiers around her to start preparing fortifications. Sandbags were offloaded from trucks and piled around a perimeter. Civilians were escorted out of nearby buildings, and in their place snipers took position, watching over the hotel.

    '...reports of at least ten armed insurgents in control of the hotel…' the walkie-talkie sputtered, '...armed with Type 58 assault rifles and in possession of several IEDs…'

    ‘Any demands so far?’ Tamari asked.

    ‘None yet.’ a police officer responded. ‘There’s an emergency radio by the desk, and we’ve tried making contact with them through that but there’s been no response yet.’

    Tamari grabbed the two-way radio and spoke into it forcefully. 'This is Tamari Elimelech, head of the Iraelian Special Police Unit. State your demands.'

    Inside the hotel Rafiki heard a small crackle emanate from near the reception desk. It took barely a moment before he spied an old military-style two way radio sitting on the floor under the desk. He put the receiver to his ear and heard a faint voice: '...Special Police Unit. State your demands.'

    'Ah, hello.' he responded, a smile slowly spreading to his face. 'My name is Rafiki Adesida, and I am here with the Maru Liberation Army. We would advise not breaching the hotel unless you would like to end the lives of at least forty hostages.'

    'As to our demands…' he said, taking a moment to trail off. 'We have four main demands.'

    'One: the release of all Maru Liberation Front members from Iraelian prisons. Two: ₪150 million in cash to be wired to a specific bank account. Three: we face no prosecution for our actions. And finally, four: we are to leave the country with safe passage via a private jet - there is no fighter escort, there are no surface-to-air-missiles targeting us, there is none of that. We will be bringing a hostage with us through all of this to ensure our demands go through, whom we will release at a later date.'
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