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Demonessian Black List
Topic Started: Aug 18 2013, 11:25 PM (250 Views)
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In 2002, a civil war broke out between two factions in Demoness: the Loyalists, who supported Empress Jia Li, and the Traditionalists, who supported Princess Hikari. While the beginning of the conflict had roots in Jia Li's denouncement of the religion, it grew into active debate about the country's policies and its place in the modern world. In the end, Hikari's forces lost and she fled the country, but her supporters continued to fight against the perceived heresy left on the throne. While the resistance took many forms, its most active and controversial branch was the Apostates, who were officially condemned by Princess Hikari for being too violent.

The Apostates, founded by college student Leeda Mailin in 2008, have carried out various attacks across the nation, from setting fires to the 2011 ITC Patin attack, which released a nerve gas in a residential building and killed 53 and injured over six thousand. While Leeda and the public Apostate leader, Rowena Mira, were arrested in December of 2011 and a concentrated effort was made to arrest Apostates, the organization did not cease to exist. Instead, it splintered into more dangerous groups: the Apostates, who continued Leeda's work; the Heralds of Qayima, a violent doomsday cult; Anathema, the group who seized the Apostates' weapons caches and smuggling operations; and the Purists, racists who want to rid Demoness of outsiders by any means necessary. However, they are typically still referred to by the umbrella term "Apostate" when speaking to outsiders since the government wishes to hide the extent of the problem.

Since we have not established diplomatic ties, assume for this purpose we're on good terms.

CLASSIFIED CABLES SENT DISCREETLY AND SEPARATELY TO EACH GOVERNMENT'S INTELLIGENCE AGENCY:

After extensive intelligence gathering, our government has come to believe there are members of the terrorist organization, the Apostates, within your nation. As they pose a continuing threat to our country and are a dangerous element, we are requesting cooperation in apprehending the members of these cells and permission to enter your country in order to do so.

Killian Diomasachi
Adoni State

Each cable contains a file of dangerous criminals and their suspected locations:
-Ahern Yui: 2011 ITC Patin attack; LOCATION UNKNOWN
-Carnahan Kenji: 2009 Third Fortress bombing
-Ellia Sakura: murder and multiple counts of arson; LOCATION UNKNOWN
-Gin the Younger, AKA Matsuda Gin: conspiracy to commit treason, murder, terrorism
-Leaneilun Vashiti: multiple counts of arson
-Lennis Maeden: multiple counts of arson and terrorism
-Llewellyn Zahn: AKA Vultan, kidnapping, multiple murders, and smuggling: Fenwick
-Midorikawa Lashi: 2009 Third Fortress bombing, wanted for questioning for 2012 Naral Bombing
-Mischa Ashuril: multiple counts of terrorism and kidnapping
-Otega Leilani: linked to the development of chemical agents; LOCATION UNKNOWN
-Roukai Crafty: 2011 ITC Patin attack, assault, impersonating a NDAISE agent; considered EXTREMELY DANGEROUS; LOCATION UNKNOWN
-Roukai Topaz: smuggling; former NDAISE agent; considered EXTREMELY DANGEROUS; LOCATION UNKNOWN
-Veela Zel: suspect in 2012 kidnapping of journalist Romanova Nadja
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Aug 23 2013, 12:38 AM
The NatPol agents offered no response, but instead waited as a fellow agent stepped forward to handcuff her. Agent Tezai looked hard at the target's face and she figured something wasn't right. The girl looked afraid and confused on her pretty face, but for some reason, it seemed like the target was well aware of her surroundings and her situation... and that she was prepared to deal with it.


"Red Snake to Ouzui, hold your fire!" The snipers had spotted Topaz once she was outside; with all the action and the figures dashing about in the moonlight, it wasn't hard to see who was where. But they weren't allowed to fire. A headshot would instantly kill the target, which the superiors evidently didn't want.

Inside, the NatPol agents made their way up the stairway to the roof, weapons drawn and ready to fire. On the streets below, the agents tightened the perimeter in case the target tried to escape by jumping down.
"I-" Gin's eyes flitted to the guard's positions and how they reacted to her presence and movements and she quickened her breathing under the pretense of being frightened. "What's going on?" She pulled away from Tezai and stood; her hands were still tight on the silk. "Why won't anyone answer me?"

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As Topaz scanned for an escape route, she spotted a sniper in his nest and knew enough about tactics to know what he was. Why hadn't he fired? She'd provided him with a perfect shot when she barged onto the roof.

She heard footsteps on the fire escape and knew she didn't have much time to ponder her good fortune. There were two ways could end up: surrender or a fire fight that would assure her death. A movie entered her mind, an action flick she and her sister had watched long ago, and incubated an idea. She stood, sprinted to the edge, leapt--

And landed with a grimace on the next roof. It wouldn't take long for the NatPol to reconfigure their perimeter and the sniper wouldn't even have to move to follow her path. Still, she ran and took another leap, barely making this rooftop. Her path was not easy, and it looked like the tall buildings might end in another two blocks, but she had little choice and continued. Let's see you catch me, she thought.
Euphraties
 
The room resembled a old fashioned Gentlemens Club, rich red paper lined the walls, which were framed by the heavy ebony furniture. Unlike many cultures Euphraties had little history of tobacco use, being as it was, considered a somewhat dirty form of stimulant. Rather several pots of Blue Lotus tea were placed around the room, each with their own servant to ensure the correct mix and temperature. This was perhaps contributing to the general sense of ease enjoyed by those present.

The large wooden chair, embossed with golden inserts, in the corner was currently the resting place of Nebuchadnezzar, the High King of Euphraties. Perhaps unsurprisingly, given the copious amount of Blue Lotus he had consumed, he was in a seemingly relaxed and jovial mood, however those who knew him were aware that this could change at any moment.

"A great speech, my Lord", came a weak, almost groveling voice which belonged to Uruk, a lowly Prince from Ibis. Why he was here, at a gathering of some of the most powerful voices in Euphraties, would have been a mystery, if it was not common knowledge that his sister, one of the most sunning beauties in the land, was being courted by the King as his next wife.

A groan of impatience arose from the far side of the room. Dastan was a politicization and was experienced enough to have little more then scorn for the succubus like Uruk. His voice was one of moderation. He had lived long enough to understand the real nature of world politics and had long since grown tired of the current Euphrati path. "My Lord, there is no doubt that your speech was indeed memorable and will appeal to the masses however this should be seen as an opportunity. For too long we have been isolated by the worlds community. They condemn our faith,our government an our social customs. It may take generations more for the public to forget, forgive or simply more beyond our history with Demoness but at a government level better relations could ease some of the pressure on our nation, perhaps even facilitate trade. If I may be so bold, I would suggest maintaining the hard public line but make contact with Demoness in private. If they want our help or understanding then perhaps an accommodation can be reached."

"Wise consul indeed my old friend", the King spoke, his words slightly slurred as the effects of the Blue Lotus took effect. "However I can't just invite them here or turn up in Demoness without a lot of publicity"

Dastan knew better then to present a half concocted plan and had prepared for this "There is a trade conference in Demoness, it will be attended by senior diplomats from across the region and if we let the Demonessians know that senior government officials will attend they could take the moment for unofficial discussions. We could have our talks quietly, with a minimum of publicity. A group of Euphrati businesses are already attending, it would be relatively easy to add a few more names to the list"

"So be it", slurred the King, "You, Dastan will attend and take Uruk with you. It would be quite a change of direction for us so keep me informed of your progress".

He turned to another face in the room "General, your consul would be welcome. Do we have any connection to these groups, I know that in the past certain anti-Demonessian groups did gain our favor"

General Namur was the head of the secretive Euphrati Intelligence Organization, a position he had held for the past two decades. It was well known that through wire taps, intercepted mail and electronic communications and through a network of operatives in Euphraties and across the region his organization maintained files on millions of Euphratis and foreigners, ordinary citizens, potential threats as well as national leaders. He was one of the few men that even the King knew better then to cross. He was unaccustomed to being asked a direct question related to his organizations activities. Normally he operated in the shadows with little to no oversight. He smiled, a half smile, half snarl and turned to the King "We are not currently directly sponsoring any groups acting against Demonessian interests". Or at least none that could be traced back to Euphraties, he thought.

Nebuchadnezzar knew better then to press for more details, "Good, I would like you to locate any groups operating out of Euphraties, keep them under surveillance. Use one of our deep cover groups to let them know that the Demonessians are actively hunting them and see what we can do. I want to know where they are, the outcome of the talks in Demoness will decide if we offer our full support or our hostility, either way, I want to be prepared. "

Namur laughed inside, he knew full well where every Demonessian inside Euphraties was to be found. He had files on all of them and was well aware that Roukai Crafty and several of his accomplices were hiding in plain sight in Qātiš and as far as he was concerned while no Demonessian could be trusted, anyone willing to inflict pain on the nation of Demoness was an ally indeed. While he King may want to try discussion, it would take far more then a few words to soften Namur's heart. A fund had already been established to potentially aid the terrorist cause and if necessary hide or aid their escape. That would be put on hold but he had no intention of helping the Demonessians.

A few hours later, Prince Uruk and Dastan joined a plane destined for Demoness, word of their attendance at the conference had been leaked. It had been many years since a politician of the stature of Dastan, let alone a Prince of Euphraties had traveled to Demoness and neither were sure of their reception. Dastan hoped that they would understand the unspoken message. The greeting at the airport would tell all he supposed. In the meantime he wiled away the hours of travel in the company of a man he detested with a continuous supply of alcohol. Perhaps it would take the anticipation of an uncertain future off.

The actions of the General were more discreet. Through various contacts, the message was passed to Roukai Crafty that the Demonessians were hunting him across the region. That was enough for now, as he waited to see how events unfolded in Demoness and what course of action these so called terrorists would undertake.

Hana Heili and Arashi Suzuki were nothing short of clones. Already blessed by biology to be living mirrors, the twins had practiced for years to have identical mannerisms, inflections, and thoughts; they were so close in action that their colleagues, and sometimes even Hana's husband, swore they utilized telepathy or some sort of witchcraft, being attuned to one another beyond normal twins. But as their thoughts were in sync, their personalities and skill sets were complementary: Hana was charismatic and had a sharp mind and technical skills, being the brains of the operation whereas her sister was more physical, slinking through the shadows, and acted as her bodyguard and handler. Named for the colloquialism "hana ni arashi", literally meaning "flowers in a storm", they indeed brought misfortune to happy dictatorships.

The twins were ideal: neither too Cine or too Shuzoku, pretty enough to help but plain enough to be forgotten afterward, and strove to adapt to their environment. To enter Euphraties, they dressed to their personalities - colorful for Hana, dark for Arashi - but in deference to local customs and costumes. Both wore contacts to hide their violet eyes, the only indication of their true heritage as Demonessians, and Hana wore a wig. She made sure they looked as Euphrati as possible while downplaying their identicalness.

NDAISE intercepted a communique a few days ago from Roukai requesting support while promising an alliance with a local anti-Demonessian group to her Apostate contacts. NDAISE sent back tentative permission to set up a meeting and so knew the general whereabouts of Roukai. Hana and Arashi were to gain her confidence and access her database before apprehending her; they were not to engage Euphrati targets until permission had been explicitly granted unless they risked the loss of Roukai into enemy hands. When the plane landed, they passed through customs and headed to set up base before stalking their prey.

OOC: The woman in the picture is actually Irish-Japanese, but she appears fairly white. I couldn't find a reference to the ethnicity of your people, so I assume they're Egyptian. Likewise, assume the twins have darkened their skin to fit in.

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Crafty Roukai was not the type to blend in: she was naturally pretty, with bright eyes and fair skin, and that was why she had broke with the High Guardsmen, whose job was to be visible but in the background, like her sister. She kept her dark hair short - a daring statement in a society that put so much emphasis on a long mane - and craved attention. However, her upbringing had given her limited options and she became a policeman after leaving the High Guardsmen, but her expertise quickly got her assigned to Special Tactics teams, where she gained the recognition she felt she deserved.

However, something soured in her and she became restless. After attending a secret Apostate meeting, she discovered what it was she had been missing: destruction, and she had a talent for it. Her thirst was sated by the many terrorist attacks the Apostates carried out, but she cared not for their cause; given the chance, she would jump ship for the highest bidder. She was an agent of chaos. When Crafty fled Demoness, she knew she had to go into hiding and curbed her hunger as she changed her appearance. She had made a few contacts in Euphraties; while she was not trusted, they had a common enemy and she gained "allies", though no friends. One of these allies warned her of Demoness' slimy tendrils slithering into Euphraties to hunt her and her immediate thought was to relish the challenge, but her survival instincts kicked in. She grabbed supplies, left a "gift" for any who blundered into her apartment, and went to ground.

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Aelda Masaki was young, only just entering her thirties, but she had learned much beneath her mentors, the formidable Lady Katsuragi and her patient protege, Secretary Akagi, and she was slowly being groomed to replace them. The daughter of an ambassador, she had diplomacy in her blood, but it did not come naturally. While she was not as clever as her mentors, her easy smile and comforting presence compensated where her words failed. Per Katsuragi's advice, she wore modern office dress - a cream pantsuit - as she waited with two Jade Watchmen. Her escorts, normally dressed in black and green to identify their function, wore plain clothes and stood discreetly behind her.

When Prince Uruk and Dastan disembarked, they were greeted by a solemn, deep bow and a small present - a normal Demonessian tradition to greet guests and formalize that they were under the host's protection. In this case, it was a bottle of wine from Cetatsenia, which was hopefully perceived as a neutral country and not meant to communicate a hidden insult. "Your Grace, milord, Adoni Katsuragi sends her greetings. I apologize on her behalf for the modest reception, but it was indicated this was to be a discreet visit. The Ministry of Diplomacy has made arrangements to accommodations and private travel, if you will receive it. Adoni Katsuragi will meet you tomorrow at the conference, but in the meantime I am at your disposal." She paused, realizing she had not introduced herself, so she bowed again. "I am Masaki Aelda, Undersecretary of Diplomacy."
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