(OOC: You lead the turtles and/or the koopas, yes The J ? If not, tag the leader so the action will not be interrupted. )
-A seemingly suspicious truck that was carrying something, driven by a flygon, was headed towards the gates of the Turtles/Koopas. The truck stopped near the gates hailed down by some guards, the driver had robings on, obscuring his face from identifying himself. A guard looked at him suspicious and asked him what he was carrying-
Driver: "I have a delivery. Somthing very special to the king to be given, best if he comes out here to look. Its a peace offering, not any trojan horse you'd be thinking. And they think all those years ago we raged war against eachother, we havent had the chance to make ammends and say we're sorry! Anyways, it'll be a grandeur time if the leader sees this gift i have for him." -he said with an evil grin, hidden beneath his desert robings-
IC: Sentry: "You really expect me to believe that? Guys, cover me." *The other sentries and guards have their weapons trained on the flygon. The sentry walks down the steps and investigates the box before cautiously opening it.*
OOC: TheFirstDecade Also, the turtles and koopas are separate tribes. The turtle tribe is made up of realistic types of turtles and tortoises.
In the snow leopard castle, an observer (the observers are tasked with watching over the tribes below the mountains) speed-walks into a recreation room, where King Leonardo sits on a frosty chair, deeply engrossed in a chess game with a fellow snow leopard.
Observer: "Your highness, the flygons and snakes have been building many battle vehicles lately. Do you think they're planning to start a war?" Leonardo (holds up his paw): "I can't deal with that right now!" The king waves him off and resumes his chess game.
IC: Sentry: "You really expect me to believe that? Guys, cover me." *The other sentries and guards have their weapons trained on the flygon. The sentry walks down the steps and investigates the box before cautiously opening it.*
OOC: TheFirstDecade Also, the turtles and koopas are separate tribes. The turtle tribe is made up of realistic types of turtles and tortoises.
In the snow leopard castle, an observer (the observers are tasked with watching over the tribes below the mountains) speed-walks into a recreation room, where King Leonardo sits on a frosty chair, deeply engrossed in a chess game with a fellow snow leopard.
Observer: "Your highness, the flygons and snakes have been building many battle vehicles lately. Do you think they're planning to start a war?" Leonardo (holds up his paw): "I can't deal with that right now!" The king waves him off and resumes his chess game.
(OOC: Seems like there is a sorta UN thing where the united tribes watch over any suspicious activity in other tribes? )
IC: Sentry: "You really expect me to believe that? Guys, cover me." *The other sentries and guards have their weapons trained on the flygon. The sentry walks down the steps and investigates the box before cautiously opening it.*
(OOc: So it was you? Also, there is no box, its the back of the truck, which the truck is a dilapidated dumptruck. )
-The driver grunted and knew somthing had to be done-
Flygon truck Driver: "Gah! Why spoil the surprise?! Are you dense?!" -he shouted, trying to keep his cover up.-
-from the back of the truck, the sentry could hear whispers and fumbling around in the back-
-Enough was enough, he'd then reach for a radio in his pocket, pull it out and shout it in-
Flygon Truck Driver: "Waqad tama fi mahib ghita' ladayna, wa'iishrak alkaffar!" (Translation: "our cover has been blown, engage the infidels!" )
-he shouted before pulling out his assult rifle and began shooting at the guards around him.-
-the warriors in the back of the dumptruck emerge from a pile of sand, shooting at the sentries around them-
-This firefight would only mean war-
OOC: Well then.
IC: *the guard who is investigating as soon as he hears the whispers he yells "IT'S A TRAP" before being shot down by those in the back. the sentries on the gate shoot down the driver then duck down behind cover and shoot at the other flygons from the cover. some well aimed hammers knock a few flygons out.*
(OOc: So it was you? Also, there is no box, its the back of the truck, which the truck is a dilapidated dumptruck. )
-The driver grunted and knew somthing had to be done-
Flygon truck Driver: "Gah! Why spoil the surprise?! Are you dense?!" -he shouted, trying to keep his cover up.-
-from the back of the truck, the sentry could hear whispers and fumbling around in the back-
-Enough was enough, he'd then reach for a radio in his pocket, pull it out and shout it in-
Flygon Truck Driver: "Waqad tama fi mahib ghita' ladayna, wa'iishrak alkaffar!" (Translation: "our cover has been blown, engage the infidels!" )
-he shouted before pulling out his assult rifle and began shooting at the guards around him.-
-the warriors in the back of the dumptruck emerge from a pile of sand, shooting at the sentries around them-
-This firefight would only mean war-
OOC: Well then.
IC: *the guard who is investigating as soon as he hears the whispers he yells "IT'S A TRAP" before being shot down by those in the back. the sentries on the gate shoot down the driver then duck down behind cover and shoot at the other flygons from the cover. some well aimed hammers knock a few flygons out.*
-The truck was then backing up from radio control, it was seemingly retreating to the (koopas, is it?) but then, coming from behind the truck, a flygon technical came in with exta reinforcement, the HMG .50 cal blasting the guards from their cover, more Flygon insurgents getting the knocked out flygons from the back of the truck into the back of their techical, a replacement driver gotten into the truck and charged at the gate with its sharp frontal armor, shattering right through the gate it, the technical following behind it the gunner taking out exta guarda at the gate before the dumper and technical were in the vast gardens of the palace, looking around for any more guards and sentrys-
In the snow leopard castle, an observer (the observers are tasked with watching over the tribes below the mountains) speed-walks into a recreation room, where King Leonardo sits on a frosty chair, deeply engrossed in a chess game with a fellow snow leopard.
Observer: "Your highness, the flygons and snakes have been building many battle vehicles lately. Do you think they're planning to start a war?" Leonardo (holds up his paw): "I can't deal with that right now!" The king waves him off and resumes his chess game.
(OOC: Seems like there is a sorta UN thing where the united tribes watch over any suspicious activity in other tribes? )
(OOC: Whatever, i dunno what alliance or lore happened before this fanon RP. Although i do like the idea of the desert tribes cuasing a first war. )
IC: Sentry: "You really expect me to believe that? Guys, cover me." *The other sentries and guards have their weapons trained on the flygon. The sentry walks down the steps and investigates the box before cautiously opening it.*
OOC: TheFirstDecade Also, the turtles and koopas are separate tribes. The turtle tribe is made up of realistic types of turtles and tortoises.
Flygarra: "You are a compitent warrior and i want you to stay loyal to me! All people whom go against me die with indifference. Infidels they are!"
-Flydraco was then above a trapdoor, and the doors opened below his feet, he'd look down, cartoon logic applied for a few seconds before he fell down the pit, most likely leading to an cell-
-the trapdoors closed and the guards walked away, Flygarra puasing more deeply in thought...-
Flygarra: "Hm... maybe i'll get those two brothers into the action... and treat the little one like royalty, like my own son!"
-he'd then walk out of the throne-room, looking sly-
-the Desert Storm Lord the slowly walked and waddled to a nearby barracks, where the recon team "Hotel Bravo 2 was in the middle of drills, sounds of live fire and orders being barked out could be heard from the outside of the building.-
-He'd walk in the barracks, the mess-hall was empty except for one lifeform.-
Viokun: "Dangit, does my older brother have to baby me around?! Its unfair! I should be training with him!" -the young vibrava whined, his voice all high-pitched and squeaky-
-The desert Storm lord smiled and found the child he was looking for-
Flygarra Draconia: "Say there, little one... does Flyghattas treat you well?" -he said with intrest-
Viokun (unbeknownst that the king is speaking to him): "Why yes! My older brother is mean, and won't let me see his training! I deserve to be a great as him you know!" -he said, whining more. Flygarra scratching his beard then with a smile he sat next to the young child.-
Flygarra: "I want you to be a great as your brother, and... possibly even better than him! Sure evolution is far but so close for you, Viokun that... a little scuffle is happening at the turtle's gates and i want you to send a message to their king for them so i can make my point clear for a declaration of war! We arise from the sands and we come back with a vengeance!" -he said with a proud grin, Viokun's wings and antenne perking up in response-
Viokun: "WHAAAAAAAAT, IM TALKING TO KING FLY SHA'RAN!?!?" -he screamed, jutting into the air, his wings flapping crazily, flying in place.-
-Flygarra could only luagh at the over-the-top reaction. And sigh, spinning around his Terrain Decimator staff.-
Flygarra: "Why yes little one. You are talking to his majesty himself! So i want you to do that little favor for me..." -he said with a sly grin.-
-Viokun listened, regardless if he could be put in danger or not-
(OOC: Oof, hmm... how to put the agenda... )
-The Desert Storm Lord lended Viokun a royal messenger suit that fitted his proportions and aclimated Viokun's four arms (Becuase Vibrava looks like an insect?). Viokun was very excited and was also given a little TV that looked like an mix between an Ipad and a UHD TV, but was small.-
-Viokun looked at it oddly and curiously- Viokun: "Hey whats this? is this gonna send the message?" -he said, fiddling around with it-
-the small device then activated and relayed a pre-recorded message, it was pretty vague to Viokun, but very powerful to the koopa king as the message was directed to him.-
Viokun: "Hey, is that you?" -he said curiously-
Flygarra: "Why... yes, it is! Im just exolaining that a planned assult from my insurgent operations on the koopa gates was to enact war as revenge! We will stop them in their tracks and make them pay for defeating us at waterloo-like fate! Those treaty regulations have no affect on us! We defy that and we wage war like back in the good ol' days! How dare they push us at seas and force us to swim! We are not water-types! We rule the grounds and any land mass we can wage war on!" -he said, growling, getting flashbacks from the old defeat around 5 years ago.-
-Viokun then saluted the Desert Storm Lord and grinned- Viokun: "Count on me, Viokun! The royal sandstorm Messenger! Yea!" -he cheered, striking a pose to the kings amusement-
-Flygarra smiled, feeling smart from this.- Flygarra: "Now... go ahead and give em' the message. The little device will relay coordinates to their territory and their castle..." -he smiled slyly-
-Meanwhile in the Snake pyramids and surrounding citys, life was going normal for our serpent freinds.-
-in the lavish largest pyramid, the throneroom of the Slither Queen was large and royal, Queen Sa'Qhala was in her throne, being treated spoiled from her many servants and slaves, being fanned off by the slaves and the servants giving her exotic fruits and vegetables.-
-The queen snapped her fingers and the slaves reacted, comically acting as foot-stools for the queen, as Sa'Qhala arose and slitherd down them onto the sandstone marble floor, the slaves struggling under her weight, the queen snapped her fingers again and the slaves left the viewable area to go fetch a little mobile platform that had a seat on it-
-the two then carried the queen on that throne-stretcher thing to another part of the pyramid, the entrance to be exact. There outside waited a replacement messenger for the young flygon that fainted in the cacti village.-
-the large linoleum and marble doors rumbled open slowly-
Queen Sa'qhala: "Ah ... aladhin ladayna huna? Nawe alramal altanin rsul?" -she said, the rattle on her tail... well, rattling- (Translation: "ah... who do we have here? a kind sand dragon messenger?" )
-The messenger sniffled and grunted, saluting the queen-
Flygon Messenger: "O 'aleuzmaa salithir almalikata. Aleasifat alsahra' alrab yahtaj musaeidatakum fi altahdir lilharb." -the messenger bowed then spoken- (Translation: "O' Great Slither Queen. The Desert Storm Lord needs your assistance in preparation for war. " )
-The queen smiled, looking at the guards around them- Sa'qhala: "If it means being close to the man whom i admire, then i'll happily aid in this this war of revenge." -she said, her mug grinning in evil.-
-The messenger smiled and handed her a scroll which deviates how the plans of attack and revenge will be-
-The queen nodded and sent the Flygon Messenger back-
Queen Sa'Qhala: "Finally, revenge after all these years! I cant wait to see the faces of the turtle and koopa leaders when they become prisoneers to us. Oh it will be priceless i say! It will teach them a lesson they shall never forget after that gulf war five years ago... most of the flygons and snakes couldn't swim anyways... but we'll push them away from the waters and rule the lands we own!" -she hidded, cackling-
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