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Post by General Fitzurse OBE. MM. ChE. on Jun 18, 2008 9:56:56 GMT
The crew of the Stella-de-Mort stood to attention in-front of General Fitzurse. The Lieutenant barked orders at the seamen.
The General surveyed the faces of the seamen, clutching their new G36 Freedom fighter Assault Rifles and then looked down to see their newly issued 9mm High-power pistols holstered on their belts. It was a fine sight, thought the General as he turned to make his way back to the Bridge.
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Post by General Fitzurse OBE. MM. ChE. on Jul 14, 2008 14:07:36 GMT
General Fitzurse stepped through the huge doors, workers lined the way to the Overseers office, they were wearing blue uniforms, that was right, thought Fitzurse, he liked his workers as organized as an Army. He inspected some machinery, it was obviously for producing weaponry, he wasn't sure what type exactly.
He stepped into the Overseers office and was beckoned towards a comfortable looking chair, he sat down and they began their meeting to review the company's progress.
The outside of this factory was quite something, for a factory, thought Commodore Philobus, the officer in-charge of the Generals personal navy. The factory was draped with flags of the Kingdom and sported a platinum plaque on the right and left sides of the huge front doors:
'This Factory Operates Under The Endorsement of His Most Royal Highness, Josephus the First, by the Grace of God, of Nova England and of His other Realms and Territories King, Most High Lord of the Virgin Islands, Defender of the Faith.'
The bright sun that was typical of the Virgin Islands glared off of this plaque, it looked as though it cost a bit as well, that plaque, it must make the workers very proud to have that message on the doors to their workplace. An endorsement by the King was not an easy thing to obtain.
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Post by Jeremy on Jul 29, 2008 12:18:26 GMT
Jeremy awoke with his head swimming and an unpleasant taste in his mouth. He groaned loudly as he sat up and shielded his eyes from the sunlight with his hand, "What the hell did i drink list night?" he moaned. However his question was quickly answered when he noticed the forest clearing he had slept in was peppered with empty Pontonese Whisky bottles and similarly suffing individuals. As he pulled himself to his feet Jeremy staggered slightly as he picked up his bowler hat and attempted to make his way towards the Mombenga Hotel from whence the party had spilled the previous night.
The glass doors of the hotel lobby swung open as the hung-over Britannian entered before collapsing on a nearby luggage trolley. A busboy enquired as to if the gentleman wished to be wheeled back to his room to which Jeremy responded, "Please." The trolley was wheeled into the grand glass lift, Jeremy clutched his stomach uneasily as the lift shuddered upwards but he managed to avoid filling up his bowler hat with whiskey and stomach acid for a second day in a row. Eventually the door to room 109 clicked open and the luggage trolley was weilded in and Jeremy was gracefully tipped onto the bed and left alone, "It was worth it" he thought.
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Post by General Fitzurse OBE. MM. ChE. on Oct 6, 2008 21:39:10 GMT
Fitzurse woke to the loud buzzing of an alarm clock, he looked around the darkened room for a few seconds, then swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, he then went about his morning rituals.
He was seated at the long table of his dining hall when his head butler carrying a silver tray came into view at the door, "Sir, a letter came by post just now" Fitzurse opened to letter and read the contents, it informed him he was to meet with the King immediately to discuss important matters, he groaned with annoyance, it wasn't the King who annoyed him, just all the damned formality at these small meetings, he knew the King personally, and wished he could act that way when meeting him at his Royal Board Room.
Later, Fitzurse was at the factory to oversee testing to the Project Quartz suits, even trying one on, they fitted tightly, without inhibiting body movement and really did stop rifle bullets. The targeting system was also something amazing remarked Fitzurse to the Lead Technician, who was pleased to hear so, he wasn't sure about the current weapons, they needed an upgrade to something with a little more...firepower..
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Post by General Fitzurse OBE. MM. ChE. on May 31, 2009 18:31:55 GMT
Sirens were blaring at the crossroads as black motorcycles with flashing lights and sirens screeched to a stop in front of traffic, then a convoy of vehicles came into view, the vehicles screamed across the crossroads, a black SUV with tinted windows was escorted by 4 vehicles that sported machine guns on the tops, "Martel-Feuer Corporation" read the vehicles, that was it then, General Fitzurse was back in the Virgin Islands.
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Post by General Fitzurse OBE. MM. ChE. on Mar 8, 2011 14:33:10 GMT
The General stood on the deck of the Stella-de-Mort and looked through binoculars at the jets in the distance, Hamland was at it...
20 soldiers stood two-rank in front of the General, they were wearing suits from Project Quartz VII, eyes glowing orange, K2-72 Assault Rifles on show. The armour was phenomenal to look at, it looked strong to say the least. It had undergone thorough testing, and being able to stop a rifle round anywhere on the body was an amazing feat of technology and engineering.
The ship was on alert and the Phalanx CIWSs were scanning the skies and the Zenith SAM systems were fully loaded.
The Vice-Admiral of the ship was stood next to the General, "Dire situation is this Sir, but we need to test these suits in real combat also don't we", "Aye, but these Hammish lot are causing trouble over nothing really, these islands are ours, I've lived on them for years, back when I was a New Britannic citizen".
The Deorc-Sceadu Transport ship was nearing the port-side of the Stella-de-Mort, on deck, the 30 marines stood to attention, and saluted the General as their ship passed that of the General. It was bringing supplies to the Virgin Islands from the Britannic Sandwich Islands. Missile boxes peeked out from under a camo tarpaulin.
The factory compound was on alert and operating all out to produce weapons for the company population. They were in constant communication with other MF bases on the islands, MF transport convoys were prepping to leave the compound loaded up with missiles, ammunition and weapons bound for the other bases. escort vehicles were stationed ready to leave, loaded with live ammunition by order of the General.
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