ROSA: Republic Vs Rebellion

[Bryce.]

Damn, thats a pretty different territory map.

How so? I only changed a few places at most.

 

I want to write a bit more tomrorow, but I think I need to let my character heal a bit. Unless I start a four part series on me trying to go to the bathroom.

 

 

[Lochie_old]

Got the PM.

 

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gillies kicked the sh*t through the back-door, a screech of tires could be heard and the traitors were getting away in a black Huntley. They jumped into the Picador and gave chase.

 

"Fire damnit!" Phusion screamed at gillies,

 

gillies leant out from the window and let bullets fly at the fleeing car, sirens could be heard and ROSA police followed in pursuit. The driver of the Huntley knew what he was doing, he was swerving everywhere and taking tight corners. By now they were in Rodeo.

 

"Yes! I got a tire!" gillies yelled,

 

Sparks arose for a few seconds, but then they stopped. A roadblock up ahead was looming over them.

 

"sh*t!" A man screamed from the other car,

 

They were heading for the country side, but ROSA had blocked the bridge. They did a sharp U-Turn and headed straight for the Picador.

 

Phusion slammed the Picador into reverse, by now the cars were neck to neck.

 

"Those f*cking bastards have gel tires!" gillies cursed,

 

"What are those?" Phusion asked,

 

"You can travel for 30 minutes with them before they just shred to bits."

 

Phusion used all his skill and pulled the Picador out from the ever-closer Huntley, they were now side by side.

 

"You sep scum are screwed! As we speak rebels are making a move to that mansion you own" the driver hollered at him, he didn't notice the tree infront of him.

 

"See you in hell motherf*cker" gillies said, the Huntley hit the tree and it burst into flames.

 

Just then several ROSA cars came out from an alleyway,

 

"This just not my f*cking day" Phusion grunted through clenched teeth.

 

They were now back in Idlewood,

 

"How the hell do we get to the mansion?" Phusion said angrily,

 

"We take the backway" gillies smiled, pointing to some bushes, "Drive through them, we should go up the hidden driveway"

 

Phusion smashed through the bushes and swerved up the driveway, he hit the brakes and they jumped out. Cars were parked everywhere, men jumped out with guns.

 

"Rebels!" Phusion yelled,

 

"We gotta get to Mainland" gillies bellowed, they ran through the back door and ran to the recording studio. Rebels had already stormed the gym, after a fierce firefight. Phusion took 2 bullets to the shoulder, gillies was alright, with nothing but a grazed cheek. As blood poured everywhere from Phusion's shoulder, they dashed for the Recording Studio. Sep's were letting out fire at an ever-going army of rebels. Phusion saw Mainland with a radio,

 

"Back-up! Repeat, send our forces from the beach!"

 

He didn't notice behind him, 2 men with SMG's.

 

"Mainland, no!" Phusion screamed,

 

He made a beeline and jumped infront of Marauder, thats when rounds and rounds of bullets went into Phusions chest, the last thing's he saw and heard were:

 

"Phusion's down! sh*t!"

 

A rebel group were storming the room,

 

"Back-up is here! Repeat back-up is here!"

 

 

Several days later

 

They say that in the Rebel's first full-scaled attack, Phusion was shot dead. They assumed Mainland was also killed in the battle. But little did they now that in a small farmhouse out in Red County, the Separatists were planning their final attack on Los Santos, one that would have them half of the city atleast.

 

"Todays the day boys!" Mainland walked up and down the living room.

 

"We take back Los Santos, it shall be ours!"

 

And standing next to Marauder was Phusion.

 

 

The End Edited April 23, 2006 by ~PhusioN~

[MI7]

Okay, the roster and everything else seems to be complete. I think there are a few rule changes that I would like to discuss with gillies and MI7, but other than that, we're pretty damn up to date.

 

New Territory Map:

 

I love the new style map (forgot to say earlier).

 

I think myself that people should start grabbing Sea territories. Get yer sealegs ye scurvy dogs!! [/hint]

[Lochie_old]

Thats what Im trying to write about in my next story, Arggh!

[gillies]

Bling-bling Scramble

 

Part 2

 

Upon arriving in Los Santos, gillies' main concern was somehow disguising the van so that the cops wouldn't be able to follow them all the way to his place. To do this he took a detour towards Santa Maria Beach, and pulled the truck into the Pay N' Spray there. He handed over $100 to the attendant while the truck was being sprayed. "I dunno what you guys are doing, and I don't want to know", the guy said, "whatever you say" was gillies' response, as he looked through the window at the mechanics working on the truck, "are you sure this will disguise the truck enough to get it past the cops?", "absolutely" replied the attendant. The others waited inside the truck while the work was performed. gillies expected the cops would be waiting for them when he exited the paint shop but they were nowhere to be seen. He drove the truck up the hills to his place in Mulholland and parked it in the garage, then he, kippers, and gta_player5 got to have a better look at the stuff they'd made off with, "what a sight".

 

When gillies went inside he noticed that a message had come over the wire from Col. Ottae, that D2TK had been injured because he didn't wear a seatbelt and the police chase had been intense and required some dangerous driving on his part, but both of them had made it to safety in the end. gillies responded to inform them that most of the merchandise had made it to the end of their journey and that the Presidente would be well pleased with the actions of all of the legionaires. He then prepared to write to the Presidente to see if he could arange a buyer for some or all of the stuff...

 

 

ATTACK SUCCESSFUL NO LOSSES

3 TONS ROUGH DIAMOND HAULED

NEED BUYER ASAP

 

The Presidente responded quickly...

 

 

BUYER FOR 3 TONS DIAMONDS AVAILABLE

MEET 15:00 TOMORROW

CUL-DE-SAC EL CORONA

 

The next morning the legion prepared themselves for the task of the day. Nobody was sure how difficult the exchange would be. The location of the meet would leave everyone exposed, but gillies was confident that anyone willing to hand over cash for all those diamonds wouldn't be messing around. "This could be a trap" said Col. Ottae as they headed for the meet, "unlikely, the Presidente set this up. We'll check the area beforehand though", replied gillies. Maj. kippers and Pfc. gta_player5 were following the truck in gillies' Sentinel. The plan was to let the buyer see the merchandise, then get the cash and let them take the truck.

 

They approached a dark van parked in the centre of the road. gillies and Ottae stepped out of the truck and drew weapons. Three doors on the dark van opened and out stepped a rather small man and two huge guys, "must be his bodyguards", thought gillies, as he approached the van further, "who is this guy anyway?" he wondered. "Mr. gillies, is this the truck with the merchandise?" asked the small man. "Yeah, you wanna see?" replied gillies. "But of course" the man said. gillies walked around behind the truck and opened one of the doors, reached inside and pulled one of the small sacks out, and handed a fist full of diamonds to the man who proceeded to study them carefully. "Don't take all day there" said gillies, "are they fine?". "Yes, I believe we have a deal" the man replied. The bodyguards produced two big cases and opened them, one said "thousands good?", "yeah, we can use them" said gillies, quickly thumbing through the notes in the cases to check that it was what they said. One briefcase was handed to gillies and the other to Ottae, then a very loud voice was heard, "This is the ROSA Police, everybody stay where you are!". "Oh great" thought gillies as he quickly tried to think what would be the best thing to do, "run" he shouted to Ottae, "in the car, quick!".

 

They both jumped into the Sentinel through the back windows as kippers gunned the engine, gta_player5 had already leaned out the front passenger's window with his Tec-9 and shot a ROSA officer, once they were in the car gillies and Ottae proceeded to do the same. The deal had gone bad but The Separatists were already making an escape with the cash, what happened to the buyer was no concern of theirs. Even if the ROSA Corps recovered their illegal goods The Separatists had made money out of it and had some extra leverage now that they were aware of some more illegal government activities. "Well," said gillies, once it appeared as they they had lost the cops, "we made it out of there with all of the money and even a few of the diamonds, that's pretty good". "yeah" agreed the others, however the way that the ROSA Corps had got onto the deal so quickly was troubling to gillies, he decided it would need to be investigated sometime in the near future.

[Bryce.]

Good stories gillies and Phusion, I'm not sure if pts. have been updated, but I will do so if they haven't.

 

Good work.

[GOA Arbusto]

 

~From the Desk of Arubsto

 

The main pages have been updated. There are now vehicle upgrades as well as new graphics. The point table has also been reinvented so it is easier to know who is active and who isn't.

 

Also, with the recent Separatist Jewel Convoy, checkpoints will be created at all major bridges, airports, piers, and all major highways. Failure to stop at a checkpoint will result in being fired upon. Checkpoints will be stopped once we find and detain the suspects.

 

Thank you.

Edited April 23, 2006 by GOA Arbusto

[Kippers]

Erm...Would someone like to try rescuing me from the back of the truck? Czo i'm a bit stuck in there at the moment. lol

[Snares]

Noez!!!111

 

Nah, your a Sep, I ain't gonna help you

[Chaos27]

erm, what is all this about? looks like fun. If someone explains what this is i might join the Rebellion.

[Kippers]

Noez!!!111

 

Nah, your a Sep, I ain't gonna help you

Technically i'm not in anything yet coz i'm unemployed and homeless. So, help me out just as friend

[Oddsock]

Heh, those new checkpoints will definitely help out my story.

[Bryce.]

Sounds good sock. Gillies I need to speak to you on MSN about a few things later on.

 

f*ck off kippers, stay your ass in that van.

[gillies]

 

I need to speak to you on MSN about a few things later on.

 

I am there now, you're away though... I might not be online if later on is too much later on, is all.

[gta_player5]

Chapter 2:

 

In or out, I think to myself. I walk out of the room to think some more, and then I make my decision. Before I walk back in I cock my tec-9 and go into the room.

 

"Ah, so you've made your decision I'm guessing?"

 

"Yea, I made my decision..." as I pull out my tec-9 from my back pocket "My decision is to become one of your bitches, you know, a Separatist."

 

"Wise choice my friend, because I would have had to kill you if you didn't join. Only..."

 

"Why the f*ck would you have to kill me?!" I press the gun barrel strongly into his neck "You better tell me other wise I'm the one who's going to be doing the killing!"

 

"Only because this is almost like a secret organization, if the word got out Arbusto would know where and how to find me. Now put your gun down, you're with me now, on my side. Alright?"

 

"Aight I guess. I'm going home this day was stressful, I'm just going to crash, you know just kick it with some homies..."

 

"No you're not. You come with me, we've got business to tend to. Go outside, my car is stashed inside a garage about 2 blocks away, here are the keys bring it around."

 

We walk out side and the doorman whose legs I shot up was crawling onto the sidewalk.

 

"What the f*ck is this? This fool killed all these men, and nearly smoked me. Kill this mother f*cker boss!"

 

"You'd like me to do that wouldn't you?" As he pistol-whips the doorman across the face with his silenced pistol. "I'm sick of your sh*t. Ok, you, go get my car."

 

I catch the keys he tosses to me and proceed down the block, when I turn the corner all of a sudden I hear sirens in the distance. They're coming behind me! I start to sprint, frantically pressing the button on the garage door opener.

 

"I can't believe this, this mother f*cker set me up! Where the hell is this garage?"

 

As I press the button a garage opens and the police pull up behind me.

 

"You, you in the white shirt. Drop what ever your holding and put your hands on your head."

 

I then drop the keys and the garage door opener and put my hands on my head.

 

"Now walk slowly backwards towards the car."

 

I then proceed to walk backwards to the squad car with my hands on my head. A second officer walks up to me asking me a question.

 

"This is the SAPD, we have reports of you being involved in an anti governmental organization. Is that true? Also before you say anything, are you carrying any weapon what so ever?"

 

"No sir, to both of your questions."

 

"Pat him down." Says the first officer. The second officer then is about to pat me down when I admit.

 

"Yea, I have a tec-9 in my back right pocket. And no, I'm not involved in any anti Arbusto sh*t. I met some dude he spoke a lot of sh*t, something about some gang in the commerce section. That's all I know, honestly."

 

"Ok, let him go..." says the first officer as the second officer takes my tec-9 from my pocket. He removes the gun and cocks it, and says.

"Bye..." as he then hits me on the back of my head with his nightstick, rendering me unconscious.

 

I wake up in a room with a splitting headache and I don't know where I am. I look up and turn my head to the door, and see a man walk in accompanied by two other men. The man walks over to the bed I'm laying in and says to me.

 

"Do you know who I am? Because I know who you are. Me, my name is Gillies, I've taken over for Mainland Marauder, he's had to leave San Andreas due some undisclosed reasons. All you need to know is this whole Separatist movement, I call the shots now."

 

"Where the f*ck am I?"

 

"I cannot tell you. All you need to know is your name, your gun, and that the government needs to be put in place. These two will help you out. Ottae, Kippers show him what to do."

 

As Ottae and Kippers walk towards me they both draw weapons from their pockets and cock them.

 

"You what is your name?" asks Ottae.

 

"Me, umm, I'm GTAP..."

 

"Ok, good you know your name. Here take this..." Ottae hands me a Desert Eagle. "Get used to using this, this and your other weapons will be your best friends especially in tight spots."

 

Kippers walks up to me and hands me an SMG and says.

 

"Here take this as well, this one's fun, blast on some Arbusto pigs with this..." As I cut him off mid sentence.

 

"Who and why did those cops stop me before? I was picking up some car for Mainland Marauder and they stopped me, that's all I remember."

 

"You don't need to know, alls you need to know is Arbusto and this government is f*cked up. Cops in this town are crooked, Arbusto knows he just doesn't care. You, its your job to help us change that." Kippers walks out of the room.

 

"Get ready" Says Ottae "You've got a busy day ahead of you." He exits the room.

 

[Bryce.]

Great story nick. Good work man.

 

Points updated. I hope I'm still aloud to do that. Cough cough.

[Lochie_old]

Sweet, Car upgrades... I can't find them but! Oh noes!

 

I'll write a story soon.

[Brad]

Hey guys sorry for the inactivity. Too much Battlefield 2

 

I will have my story posted this week. Don't count on Part II though since I have ordered World Championship Snooker 2005 since theres no 2006.

 

Anyway I will post my story soon, If I forgot (which I won't) erm just shame on me!

 

Part I Massive Destruction= Wednesday.

[Stezza]

Chaos27, read the front page. All the rules and regulations are posted there.

 

Nice story gtaplayer_5. Have a cookie.

 

Chapter 6

 

Nah. Even though he's the leader of the rebels, I'm not sure he'll want to see me. I decided to go down to the beach and get something to eat.

 

The taxi pulled up to the Starfish Grill & Seafood Restaraunt at the end of the boardwalk. It was a sunny day now, and a lot of people were bathing on the beach. I entered the restraunt and went up to the counter.

"What do you want?" the clerk asked.

"I'll have a hamburger and fries thanks," I replied as I sat down at a table along the wall.

"...So I said to him 'I'm not Tom from accounting, I'm Tom from management!" the man from the table next to me said as a group of business looking people around him started to laugh. I then saw something that shocked me to my foundations.

 

ROSA officers.

 

I ducked under the table, stealthily, so they couldn't see me. I saw both of them walk past, their MP5s gleaming in the artificial light of the lamp on the roof. They walked up to the clerk.

"Hi, my name's Officer Moorabbin, this is Officer Brighton and we're on the lookout for a man with dark brown hair, spiked up in a mowhawk..."

Oh crap, I thought. That was me.

I had to run for it. I sprinted out from under the table outside.

"Hey, STOP!" Officer Moorabbin yelled as I heard a gun cock. I ran for life. I wasn't going to let myself get shot again by some ROSA. But why did they want me? I ran down the stairs of the boardwalk onto the street below. I didn't have many places to go. Luckily, I spotted an alleyway next to an old 'Grove Street 4 Life' tag. I entered it and say that a gleaming neon sign was hanging off the right of the wall that 'The Small Chickens'. I thought, what the hell, and went through the brown door. As I opened the door, I realised that there was condom hanging off the handle. I took it off carefully, chucked it behind me and continued on in. Loud music was playing, people were chatting and the only colour I could see was pink.

 

I realised I was in a strip club. I walked passed that tables as cute strippers flung their bras and g-strings off. One even through her g-string and bra at my face. After a little smile and a throw back to her, I continued on through the club. How come I never heard of this place. I then realised something perculiar. A man in the corner, infront of the feamel toilets, was looking at me. I saw he had a revolver in his hand. I saw another two standing behind the bar, both carrying Desert Eagles. Then I saw one at a table about 30 feet away. He had two Micro UZIs clutched in his hands. The scary thing was, they were all staring at me. But the scarier thing was that they were all ROSA. And all their guns were pointing at me.

 

 

Edited April 24, 2006 by Stezza

[Oddsock]

LOLZ PWN3D.

 

Interdiction Pt. II

 

So here I was. Stuck.

 

It was the day after Bryce had told me to get on the convoy assignment, and I needed two extra pilots. I had posted a ROSA bulletin stating that any pilots, civilian or military, would be greatly rewarded for helping in an aid mission from Las Venturas to Angel Pine. I was waiting for some offers today.

 

Time passed as I waited patiently at my barren airfield. Finally, a plane came into view and began circling the airfield. It was an old Cropduster, though it flew nicely. Cropdusters of that age tended to vibrate a bit more, causing the plane to wobble incessantly. A voice came through the radio. A southern tone asked for landing clearance. I set him down, and a few minutes later we were talking. He was a skinny little white guy with a rough face and short, matted, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He sported some overalls and plaid shirt, boots, and a John Deer hat.

 

"So, are you's..." He paused, looking at a copy of the bulletin. "OdDsOcK?"

"Yes, yes I am. Brigadier General OdDsOcK." I responded. He gave me a wide-eyed look.

"Oh, excuse me, sir. Should I call you that?" he asked.

"It's generally a good idea." I said, then added, "No pun intended." He gave a toothy grin.

"Well, I'm here 'bout yer bulletin on that aid mission. I ain't lookin' for a career or nothin', but I been runnin' me dad's farm outside o' Los Santos since he passed away, and I'm in the lookin' for some money at this current point 'n time." he explained. I nodded.

 

"Well, that's good, because the payment per pilot should be about ten thousand Arbs, plus more if you do some bonus things, like help any counter-attacks if the convoy is assaulted." I told him. He gave another wide-eyed, toothy grin.

"Well goll-ee! That's right up my alley then, sir! What do I need to do to show you I'm 'perfecto' for the 'trabajo'?" he said happily.

"I'm not sure. I'll figure something out. How long have you been raising a farm?" I asked.

"'Bout 10 years." He said obediently.

"How long cropdusting?" I asked.

"'Bout 10 years." he responded again. "I taught meself!"

This scared me a bit, but also offered the chance of seeing some non-routine low-level flying. I continued. "What are your sidings with the Rebels and Seperatists?"

"Well," he started, twisting his John Deer cap, "I don't mind the Seperatists much. They have yet to bother me myself -- obviously, they're a danger to our govenrment," he added. He didn't want to mess up any. "But them danged Rebels, who have been around longer, tend to like takin' my wheat on occasion. Danged messy with it too. Almost got shot when I tried to stop them, so I spray some homemade laxative fluid over the outer crops, where they like messin' with them. I get a danged kick outta it." he responded happily.

 

Now for the harder part.

 

"Would you be willing to possibly take the life of another to protect the government or yourself?" I asked. Surprisingly, his mood didn't change.

"Well, dang sure! Used to hunt before me Pops died, and I still do now, to keep varmints outta my crops."

"So you feel that you could strafe some Rebels if they were attacking the aid mission." I asked. He paused.

"I guess so."

"Well, that pretty much closes this up. Report to Las Venturas International at 0800 tomorrow, and meet in the officer's club outside of the hangars. You will be given a specific aircraft fitted to specialize you. You can go now." I finished. He fake saluted me as a friendly gesture.

"Yessah!" He said, and with that, he was off.

 

One more pilot to go. I checked my watch. It was noon.

[MI7]

Great stories Sock and Stezza. I'll add the points now.

[Mainland Marauder]

Good stories everyone, especially the Separatists

 

El Presidente will return to the public eye soon...

[Snares]

We apologise as Snares has gone crazy, and the old words he appears to be able to splutter out are.

 

"Tom's video, he lied, yeah yeah."

[Bryce.]

Tommy is a liar. I want video now. I really hope that Stezza PM'd MI7 with his story.

 

Great stuff Sock.

[Oddsock]

w00t!

 

So, where's the little list for what we can do w/ points?

[Bryce.]

...The front page. I can't believe you haven't seen it Sock. You make me feel like MI7's and my hard work has gone to waste.

[Oddsock]

Dude, I've searched all 4 of your main posts on the front page, and it contains nothing of the sort. I see the point graph, but not the "stuff to buy w/ points" chart.

[Bryce.]

Holy sh*t you're right. GRRR!!! I'll try and get them back up now.

 

Sorry about that sock.

 

Edit: okay, they're back up.

Edited April 25, 2006 by Bryce.

[Oddsock]

HAHA USUK IRUL.

[Lochie_old]

How come no-one in the Seps have specialitys?