A dimly lit executive office in Manhattan was the last place you expected to be. The faint smell of paint, carpet, and coffee takes you back to a world you inhabited before this one. A world before you became Cobra Commander.Across from you, and on the other side of his desk sits Tomax Paoli, former French Foreign Legionnaire and current business mogul. Though he looks refined and bohemian in his suit, sipping cognac, you sense a certain animalistic tension. His eyes are bright and alive, burning like the city lights visible through the window behind him.You’re in the belly of the beast Tomax has built, Extensive Enterprises, and you’re going to tame it. You’re Cobra Commander and not even a cutthroat mercenary like Tomax can frighten you.***CobraQuest is a re-imagining of the origins of the international cult/terrorist organization Cobra. You the players will fill the role of Cobra Commander, and you’re exactly what the name implies. We’ll see Cobra rise from relative obscurity to that of a global scourge with your iron fist as its guiding hand.***I will post when able throughout the day, I aim to do 1-3 votes per day with the occasional weekend off.I always try to incorporate (and encourage!) write-ins if they don't violate the spirit of voted decisions, though I may edit or tweak them to fit better.Previous thread: >>4439592Twitter: https://twitter.com/TimeKillerQM
After a moment, Tomax speaks, “I’m told you’re the one to make my problems disappear, Commander.” He swirls the drink and takes a sip. “But what makes you think I have any problems?”The truth is you know about the numerous investigations into Tomax’s shadier business dealings thanks to your lieutenant, Anastasia Graham. She’s known more sinisterly in the media as ‘Baroness’. With good looks that belie a cunning intellect and a lust for destruction, she’s something like your right hand in Cobra. Beyond that, you personally held in your hands the life of one of the investigators. Even now, your other top lieutenant, Major Bludd, is ensuring that the investigator’s body and car will never be found as they settle to the bottom of the Hudson River.Men like Tomax you know well enough. “You’re obviously a clever man, Mr. Paoli,” you say. “Your time is valuable.” The chromed, reflective faceplate you wear muffles your words only slightly. “You would not have agreed to meet complete strangers after receiving our message unless you felt it would benefit you in some way.”Tomax sips his drink. “And how is it you think you can help?”“A business proposition,” you say.“I’m always ready for business. What’s your proposition?”You shift slightly in your seat, leaning forward subtly. “It’s simple,” you say, speaking slowly and clearly. “You and Extensive Enterprises will work directly for me. In exchange I will make you one of my top lieutenants and-” you pause. “I won’t release the evidence we have of your illegal operations.”Tomax puts his drink down, looking from you to Baroness. “Blackmail? Really? I’d expected more from the famed Cobra Commander.”“Simple tricks work the best,” you say, not missing a beat. “We intervened just in time to secure some quite damning information from making its way back to the European Trade Commission. I don’t think they’d approve of your murders. Or your Crimson Guard.”Tomax reacts at this, just a twitch of an eyebrow and a slight widening of his eyes. Fear.“It’s clever really,” you say. “A second chance for troubled veterans. Who doesn’t love a feelgood rehabilitation story? Only you’re not interested in reform and advancement. You’re interested in building an army.”(1/2)
“So,” Tomax says, leaning back in his chair, “You’re giving me a choice: turn over my business to you or be destroyed publicly?”You shake your head. “A takeover, yes, but one I think that will benefit both of us. Cobra can make you wealthier than any miserable trading on the stock market. Defrauding more than just your shareholders. Serve me well, prove your worth, and earn your autonomy back.”“You really expect me to believe you’d hand me the leash you hold?”“Believe what you want,” you say, “But your organization is nothing compared to the power I’m dreaming of. I need a face for my own business enterprises, something I’m ill-equipped to do. You run your business and mine, but you answer to me.” You pause a moment to let the words sink in. “Truthfully, I think you’re bored of this life, Tomax. You have money, you have power, yet you insist on slipping back into old habits, returning to the sword time and again. Join me and you can wield it all the time.”“It’s tempting, Cobra Commander,” Tomax says, a smirk on his face. “But for two things.”You and Baroness are alone in this office, seated side by side facing Tomax who smiles back blandly.“The first is the old axiom, ‘might makes right’. So long as I hold the upper hand, I have no reason to follow your lead. And the second, Commander, is that you’re outnumbered here.”The click of the door opening behind you is soft, but to your attuned mind sounds like a gunshot. You leap from your chair and whirl about to see Tomax entering the room. This paradox baffles your mind long enough for you to register that this apparent doppelganger of Tomax bears an angry scar down his cheek and is brandishing an assault rifle.“Meet the best kept secret in Extensive Enterprises, Commander. Xamot Paoli. Hello, brother.”The twin in the doorway wears dark military fatigues and does not smile. “Hello.” The barrel of his rifle doesn’t deviate from your chest.>Draw your sidearm and take Tomax hostage>”Do you really think I’m so naive as to bring the blackmail with me? You can’t scare me with this act.”>”A hidden twin. That is a near trick, but this changes nothing.”>Write in
Misspelled the title. Quest ruined. gg everyone cya next time.
>>4480554>”A neat trick, but it changes nothing. I am not such a fool to not have contingencies. You were already sloppy enough to let the ETC investigator gather enough damning evidence to have you rot in jail and all your assets seized. Now imagine what you could get away with as one of my lieutenants. Now, Xamot, was it? Let us all sit back down and discuss the business of our...merger.”
>>4480554>Do you really think I’m so naive as to bring the blackmail with me? You can’t scare me with this act. What's your plan, hold me for hostage? Kill me? My forces will destroy everything you have built.
>>4480573This.>>4480563You fool! You incompetent nitwit!
>>4480573Support. Sit back down and dont even give the brother a second glance."A cobra needs not fear another's venom, because my might is greater than yours."
>>4480658Perhaps add something about the dead investigator being a gift.Maybe something on "I'm willing to give you the leash when I am convinced of your loyalty. Loyal hounds need no threat of leash to be restrained."
All your senses are on edge. Nothing makes you feel more alive than having a gun pointed at you. Still, this isn’t the first time or the last time if you have your way. You inch your hand away from your holstered sidearm, forcing down your nerves. “A near trick,” you say, eyeing Xamot, Tomax’s apparent mirror. “But it changes nothing.” With every ounce of willpower you can muster you turn away from the gun-wielding twin and sit back down.Tomax’s smile seems forced, but he maintains it. “You underestimate me if you think I don’t have contingencies,” you say. “You were already sloppy enough to let the ETC investigator gather enough damning evidence to have you rot in jail and all your assets seized. Now imagine what you could get away with as one of my lieutenants. Now, Xamot, was it? Let us all sit back down and discuss the business of our … merger.”Tomax’s eyes flick to his brother and you catch some unspoken communication between them. Subtle body language, a relaxing of his face. A moment later Xamot comes to stand by his brother, weapon at his side.“Now,” you continue, “Firstly you’ll note that I disposed of the ETC investigator which was as much of a pragmatic move for me as it was a treat to you- both of you. As for the leash, I see no reason to hold a leash if you demonstrate loyalty.”Tomax sits in silence a moment before finishing his drink. “I have to say, this is the most interesting business deal I’ve had in some time. To be clear, Cobra Commander, we’ve killed men for less than this.”“Exactly why you should work for me.”Tomax looks at his brother again and shrugs a moment later. “We’ll agree to your terms with one addition.”“Name it.”“A rival company, Featherstone Systems has been causing trouble for us. Undercutting our market and working with regulators to try to shackle us with obscene limitations.”“It’s too obvious if we destroy them,” Xamot says.“We’d like you to do it,” Tomax says. “A corporate robbery gone wrong. I can provide you information to locate their main assets safe on site. You can kidnap and ransom the board members, steal their funds and destroy the building.”“Seems more fair this way,” Xamot adds.>Accept my terms as they are and don’t waste my time, or else>Done, we’ll help you in this matter in exchange for your merging with Cobra>Write in
>>4480716>>Done, we’ll help you in this matter in exchange for your merging with CobraI see this is a win-win.
>>4480716>Done, we’ll help you in this matter in exchange for your merging with Cobra
>>4480716Done.I will expect you to begin work immediately after our operation is complete, and I want as much information as you can muster. This should serve as a good reminder that Corba is still awake rather than slumbering quietly.We need an anarchist bint, so theft and blowing up the building?
>>4480730Yeah, it's a win-win.
“Done,” you say, “Really I see this as a win-win.”“Then I think things will work out here,” Tomax says. “Xamot will accompany you, he has the information on the target and this sort of wet work really is more his strong suit.”Xamot says nothing.“I have a team that can move immediately. But I want you to begin work for Cobra as soon as this operation is completed. I expect full integration of your Crimson Guard into our combat element and I will have you brought up to speed on our business element.”“I can hardly wait,” Tomax says with an approximation of enthusiasm. Xamot joins you and Baroness when you leave the Extensive Enterprises building though he proves to be a man of few words which suits you just fine. On returning to the garage you get in touch with Taipan who still has his battalion at Springfield, holding the COIL Retreat. You have the full might of a Cobra combat battalion at your fingertips as well as the expertise Xamot, Taipan, Bludd, and Baroness can provide.A part of you longs to go in guns blazing, unleash the might of Cobra on a defenseless office high rise and show the world that this serpent is still coiled around its neck. Baroness and Bludd would likely appreciate a direct approach.Still, you also have a core of experienced and competent fighters at your disposal, you could just as easily form a small strike team to infiltrate the building before executing the plan and raiding the safe.Otherwise, for total obfuscation of your involvement or plans you could hire a specialist, someone who makes a living on being unseen. For the right cut of the take such a job should be trivial for a professional.>Full armored assault>Infiltrate with a strike team>Hire a specialist to execute the job stealthily>Write in
>>4480893>Infiltrate with a strike team
>>4480893No need to go big and loud on what amounts to a sideshow, but hiring someone external defeats some of the purpose.>Infiltrate with a strike team
>>4480893>Infiltrate with a strike teamWe should rig the building to blow while exiting, the point is to damage the company.
>>4480893>>Full armored assaultWe need to raise our notoriety to make people fear us.
>>4480893>>Infiltrate with a strike teamIf the enemy thinks we aren't capable of big and loud, all the better the surprise for them later.
>>4480893>Full armored assault
>>4480893>Strike teamIn, out, boom on the building. Just like they said on our conspiracy channels.
>>4480893>>Infiltrate with a strike team
>>4480893>>Hire a specialist to execute the job stealthilyNINJAS
>>4481590I want ninjas, but this is a cobra op
>>4480893>Full armored assaultTime for Cobra to be Cobra
>>4480893>>Full armored assaultHell yes
>Infiltrate with a strike team>>4480909>>4480924>>4480930>>4480937>>4481274>>4481288>>4481290>>4481436>Full armored assault>>4481196>>4481281>>4481941>>4482080Strike team wins.Writing
Putting together an appropriate strike team for this mission is easy. You have some of your best and brightest here at your disposal. Bludd will lead the assault element, Taipan will provide sniper overwatch. You can accompany Bludd with Xamot and Baroness as well as some of your best troopers.True to what you know, Xamot is nonplussed by your decision and the team you assemble. “It should be a simple target,” he says. “Featherstone relies on a few high end private security but is otherwise at the mercy of the local police. Nothing we can’t swat aside.”“Tell me about the building.”Xamot does one better, sketching a rough outline out on a pad of paper. “Underground parking garage, street-level lobby entrance. The building is forty stories of office space. Fortunately we can ignore most of it.” He taps the bottom of his sketch. “The asset vault is in the sub basement. It’s going to contain stocks, bonds, cash, and anything the board of directors doesn’t trust to be out of their hands. I’m expecting some loose assets like jewelry and art.”“We gonna be able to haul all that out?” Bludd asks.“The easy part will be carrying it out,” Xamot says. “My brother and I have procured an algorithm that will crack the lock within eight minutes. Once we have it open we can empty it and set demolition charges, take the whole building down to cover our tracks.”“Simple enough,” you say.“Unless you want to make big money,” Xamot says.“Big money?”“The board of directors is meeting in a few days. They’ll all be there. Half a billion dollars of net worth in one boardroom. We can bag and secure each of them, hold them ransom. That will make the safe heist look small time.”“Sounds risky,” Baroness says.“Risky? Yes. But-” Xamot holds up a finger, “We will already be stuck there for at least eight minutes cracking that safe. Assuming we can sneak all the way in - which is doubtful - then the second we attack their electronic locks they are going to sound the alarm. I think if we add on, say another ten minutes, we can grab most or all of the board and get away. If your man is as good as he says-” Xamot gestures to Taipan “Then delaying a SWAT team should be nothing.”“Taipan’s skill isn’t the problem,” you say. “It’s getting our hand caught in the cookie jar.”Xamot shrugs.>We’ll just go for the safe and get out as quick as we can>We can’t pass up a chance at easy money, we’ll go for the board too>Write in
>>4482133>We can’t pass up a chance at easy money, we’ll go for the board too
>>4482133>Go for the board tooI did consider just saying "throw a molotov in the vault to destroy their financial stability" so we could take the board quicker. But unless torching it cuts off 5-10 minutes, we may as well take the shit and fuck off with our hostages.
>>4482133>We can’t pass up a chance at easy money, we’ll go for the board tooHmm, if we Die Hard this, we can make it look like we accidentally destroyed everything in the safe while trying to cover our escape, also btw, where is this Company’s headquarters? We should probably make the Kidnap/Ransom look like the closest separatist group (or any kind of group that would have been... Displeased with the corporation’s board) FOR COBRA
>>4482133>>We can’t pass up a chance at easy money, we’ll go for the board toocant wait for the police assault
>>4482133>>We can’t pass up a chance at easy money, we’ll go for the board too
>>4482197>WhereIt's in Chicago. Not far, but no separatists to speak of.
>We can’t pass up a chance at easy money, we’ll go for the board too>Writing
“It’s a perfect opportunity to sow a little chaos and make some money on the side, wouldn’t you agree, Baroness?”She smiles at you, her only response.“Bludd, assemble a team. We’ll leave at first opportunity.”“You’re joining us then?” Xamot asks.“I’d like to make sure this operation goes smoothly. It’s difficult to do that from behind a desk.”He points at your face, “You’re going to wear that in?”You forgot about your mask momentarily. It’s more your face than your own face is of course. “What about you? I think if security footage shows a dead ringer from Tomax Paoli involved it will seal your fate.”Xamot grins, the first time you’ve seen him do that. “Touche, Commander. Our faces will be problematic.”“We will begin the heist and you can join us from the parking garage,” Baroness says. “By the time anyone sees you the alarm will already be tripped.” She looks at Xamot, “And wear a mask.”“It is done,” Xamot said, “Commander?”“A sound plan. Let’s get to it.”The wait in the garage is excruciating. You somehow always forget how you hate to wait. You hate leaving your plans in the hands of others and you hate being out of control. The waiting doesn’t seem to bother Xamot. The two of you sit, masked and silent in the back of an SUV, parked inside the building’s garage as the minutes tick down.“It’s time,” Xamot says.You check the magazine on your rifle and open the door. A brisk walk takes your small team through the empty garage and into the building itself. “Wh-” the security man by the desk doesn’t get any further than that before Xamot puts two rounds into his chest and sends him slumping back behind the desk. With skill and grace, Xamot vaults the security desk and checks camera feed.“Bludd and his team are already cracking the vault. The silent alarm was tripped.”You don’t hear gunfire or screaming or chaos so for now the plan proceeds normally. All that remains is to capture the board members before they can escape.>Xamot, you capture the board, I will watch for police>Xamot, watch for the police, I will capture the board>Write in
>>4482274>Xamot, you capture the board, I will watch for police
>>4482274>>Xamot, watch for the police, I will capture the boardWe are really more of a people person
>>4482274>Xamot, watch for the police, I will capture the boardWatching for the police is not the role for a grandstander like us.
>>4482319>>4482331>>4482415>Xamot, watch for the police, I will capture the board>Writing
“Watch the front,” you say to Xamot. “I’m going for the board.”“Top floor,” he says. You part ways and cross the marbled entry hall of the building, now devoid of foot traffic, only the bodies of a few security guards mark this place. On the far wall are several banks of elevators. You take the one marked ‘Executive’. Inside there are only a handful of floor choices, you press 40 and the doors close, sealing you in with your miniscule assault team.From the information Xamot provided you know there are nine board members, eight plus the CEO himself, Roger Featherstone. He’s the lion’s share of the potential ransom money if you can bag him intact. “Fingers off you triggers,” you tell your troopers. “If anyone leaves any bodies up there then you’ll be joining them in hell.”“Yes, Commander,” the troopers say as one.The elevator races upward.“Commander,” Baroness’s voice carries over your helmet headset.“Baroness, report.”“Nearly done on the safe. Bludd has finished setting the explosive charges. Once we have it all we can fight clear.”“Very good. Taipan, what’s the situation outside?” you ask.Even with filtering you can hear the rush of wind over Taipan’s microphone from whatever rooftop he’s nestled on. “I’ve got eyes on police response, Uniformed officers, they’re not ready for what they’re about to walk into. I’ll drop a round between some eyes.”“No,” you say. “Leave them to Xamot. You’re my ace in the hole. Wait till we need you.”“Yes, sir. Taipan out.”The doors of the elevator open on luxury. Plush maroon carpet and rich wood paneling. It’s so ostentatious you could puke.“Wait here,” you tell a trooper. “No one gets out.”“Got it.”The rest of you proceed a short distance to the board room where you throw open the double doors and enter dramatically. The far wall is taken up by a vaulted window showing you a view over the city. No one is here.The first thought in your mind is ‘betrayal’. A setup by Xamot. It’s fleeting, momentary and you push it away. Clearly there-A noise.(1/2)
You hold up a hand for silence and hear it again. A muffled breath.Crouching down you peer under the table and meet eyes with a panicked man in a business suit, a hand clapped over his mouth.“Hello,” you say. “Bring him out.”Two of your troopers drag the man from his hiding place and haul him to his feet. You recognize him as one of the board.“Where are the others?”“They ran,” he blurts, “When the silent alarm tripped they went for the panic room.”No one said anything about a panic room.“Where?” you demand.He points. “Out that way, Featherstone’s office.”“Take him to the elevator and watch him,” you instruct a trooper before following the man’s vague directions. A short walk down the hall and you see the gilded door with Featherstone’s name on it. The panicked shouting on the other side is unmistakable. Again, you throw open the door and receive half a dozen terrified stares. The board members are clustered around a sealed metal door ordinarily concealed behind a bookcase.“There you are,” you say, your voice saccharine sweet. “I’ve been looking everywhere. I’m afraid you’re all going to have to come with me.”Your troopers brandish their weapons threateningly to underline your point.“We’re not going anywhere with you,” an older woman says, defiant.You fix her with a blank gaze a moment. “You’re coming down to the ground floor, either in the elevator or out the window.” You look over the others, “I’ll let you all in on a little secret. Even if I did believe in the ‘sanctity of human life’ I wouldn’t apply it to creatures like you. You’re vultures, maggots burrowed into the bloated body of the market economy. To me you’re all walking dollar values. Cooperate and live, or stay and die. Your choice.”There’s no more argument. Your troopers shove the human cattle along, herding them out of the office. There’s no Featherstone. Approaching the metal door you see a small camera above it and look up at it. A panic room.“Commander,” Baroness says via the radio, “Xamot’s driven back the first attempt to enter the building but Taipan says they have SWAT units arriving now along with armored support. I think they’re going to storm the building.”“The money?” You ask.“Secured.“Good.” You look back at the camera. “The board is on their way down now.” Except Featherstone. He’s locked in this armored womb. Cutting it open will take time. More time than you can spare if you want to avoid engaging heavier anti-terrorist units. >Leave him, he can go down with his building>Bring up the cutting gear. No one escapes>Write in
>>4482569>Bring up the cutting gear. No one escapes>If we can't cut him out in time, Strap some demo charges to the area.
>>4482569>Leave him, he can go down with his buildingDon't get cocky.
>>4482569>Write inBlow up the floor below him.
>>4482605He'll probably survive in the safe room, lets make sure he dies.
>>4482569>Tell him simply that he can come with us and be ransomed and live. Or die when blow the floor out from under his panic room.
>>4482858+1Tell him very simply we're going to level the building. Come with us if you want to live.
>>4482864No, don’t tip our hand about leveling the building
>>4482569>>Bring up the cutting gear. No one escapes
>>4482858SupportGet fucked featherstone. Come out willingly or go down dead then we will crack open the saferoom and get you out with a dust pan and brush.
>>4483151If we tell him we knew about his saferoom as well and planned several floors of contingency, then he may be more receptive.
>>4482569>Leave him, he can go down with his buildingAlso we should blue bliss the ones we do get our hands on, might be useful down the line
>>4483267>Blue Bliss the CaptivesThis is actually a good idea. Good Idea, Anon.
>>4483451Well to brag, but you're talking to the annon who suggested both the use of prisoners for Destro's cybernetics program as well as planing evidence against Hollywood in advance
>>4483483The second idea wasnt so good seeing as he would have been a fine asset anyway, but you got a quick thinker between your ears.
You step closer to the door and look up at the camera, seeing a recursive reflection of your faceplate in the camera lens. “Featherstone,” you say, “Can you hear me, you worm?” You tap on the camera lens with a gloved finger.A PA clicks on in the office. “Get the hell out of my office. The police are on their way! If you leave now you can probably make it.”You chuckle. “I think the police will find themselves outmatched. No, it’s your own life you should be concerned about.”“What are you talking about?”“Right now I’m having my men set a few pounds of high explosive on the floor below this one. We’ll blast you out of your rat hole if you won’t leave willingly.”Featherstone’s laughter returns modulated through the speaker. “Good luck, asshole! This saferoom is 360! Armor plates on all side. Reinforced and hardened. It’d take an army to get through this and you’re running out of time.”“Gettin in won’t be a problem for us,” you say, “Making sure you’re still breathing afterward is the trick.”“Nice try!” Featherstone returns. “I’m not worth the trouble. Go ahead and do what you want. I’m not opening this door for anything.”You turn away from the door with a sigh, taking a few paces over to the window to look down at the flashing bar lights encircling the building. “Baroness, what’s the situation?”“We have the goods loaded into the getaway vehicles, the hostages are being moved now. Once you give the signal we can shoot our way out and escape to the extraction point.”“Featherstone’s dug himself into a little rat nest. We won’t be able to get him out without some heavy cutting tools or explosives.”“That’s a problem. He’s worth as much as the rest of the board combined, but if he’s too much trouble we might see heavier police response before we can escape.”>True, we’ll let him go down with the building, we’re leaving>I insist. No one opposes me. Cut him out even if it takes time>Write in
>>4483699>>True, we’ll let him go down with the building, we’re leaving
>>4483709Ditto, we must keep our wordBtw TKQM I’m loving this quest, especially the little hints towards Cobra Commander’s backstory really feeling a From Nobody, To Nightmare vibe
>>4483699>True, we’ll let him go down with the building, we’re leaving
>>4483721Thanks!>From Nobody, To NightmarePretty much exactly what I am going for. Truthfully, it's basically CC's backstory but I'm trying to put a little of my own spin on it. Glad you're digging it.
>>4483699>goodbye featherstone, I offered you a way out. But this was never about you.
>True, we’ll let him go down with the building, we’re leaving>Writing
“Get everyone ready to move out once you’ve verified the explosives are in place.” You look back at the armored door, stepping close enough to be heard again. “Goodbye, Featherstone. I offered you a way out but this was never really about you anyway.”Featherstone doesn’t reply.You leave the office and return the the elevator, taking it back to the ground floor. When the doors open you’re hit with the sound of gunfire. Around the corner from the elevator banks you spy Xamot and some troopers peppering laser fire at the police barricades. "Xamot!" You call. "We're leaving!"The mercenary finishes his magazine and withdraws at a clip, the others following."Amateurs," he says to you, gesturing toward the police. "Let's go."The getaway vehicles are assembled and waiting for the escape. A series of armored 4x4 trucks is led by a HISS Tank previously concealed in a semi trailer. Together this heavily armed convoy will be able to breakout through the police blockade and in the chaos of the building demolition reach a nearby extraction point.“Cobra! Let’s move!” you shout.“Cobra!” Your troopers return.You mount the HISS Tank, climbing into its passenger compartment where you see Baroness sifting through a bag of money and jewelry. “Baroness? We have it?”“Everything but Featherstone.”“Let’s make this building his tombstone.” You toggle on your radio, “Strike team advance, let’s burn this place down.”The vehicles roar to life, the HISS rumbling forward on tank treads, crashing over the hoods of a pair of parked cars before angling its dorsal weapons at the cage door that blocked off the parking deck. “Fire.”Twin beams lance out and slice through the thin metal lattice of the door , leaving a hole large enough for a truck. The HISS Tank accelerates again and smashes through this new opening and out into the open where ineffectual small arms fire glances off its armored hide.Following behind, your truck convoy races around the slower HISS Tank and dances weapons fire across parked police cars and SWAT vans, turning them into pyres. Another burst of fire from your tank knocks a police chopper from the sky, sending it spiraling down into a neighboring high rise. The police might be preparing to give chase or otherwise pursue, but in that moment your demolition charges go off.You feel the vibration even inside the armored cabin and watch gleefully as the crystal tower shatters, glass raining down like icy rain even as its steel skeleton warps and concrete bones shatter.Your convoy escapes the billowing dust cloud a moment later, reaching the open park where a trio of heavy lift helicopters are touching down. The escape is seamless, smooth. Vehicles roll up ramps with hardly any hesitation before lifting into the sky.“Congratulations, Commander,” Baroness says to you, holding up a few bundles of bills. “You’re a millionaire. Again.”(1/2)
It feels good. More money than you could have ever conceivably earned in a lifetime of servile groveling and scraping. It’s all yours after a few intense moments. And it won’t be the last time.“Money is a means to an end,” you say, taking the greenbacks and eyeing them greedily. “Did everyone make it out?”“Yes, sir,” she says. “All of our people anyway. I’ve arranged a meeting with Tomax to discuss the details of this merger and to integrate his men into Cobra. For now we have a few VIPs to deal with.”“Yes,” You say. “I have a mind to try to . . . turn a few of them to our cause with Mindbender’s chemical assistance.”“We need to figure out where we are taking them first. If we’re going to ransom them off it will take time. I’d suggest we hold them in a central location. The COIL retreat will make a good staging ground. It will enable us to keep them under competent security and undertake any brainwashing operations you want.”“I worry about retaliation. If EAGLE discovers them there it will implicate COIL.”“Take your pick, we can send them to any of our bases but the problem would be the same. We could try to send them all over the country, each one held by a different criminal cell. Security will be sloppier, but it will minimize the risk of a major location being sniffed out.”You can tell by her tone she doesn’t like this plan. “You have an objection?”“It’s . . . untidy. These dens are fit only to house the scum we employ as pickpockets. They make poor jailors and it risks one or more of them escaping on their own or getting found by regular law enforcement. I’d prefer we exercise more control over things.”>COIL Retreat>Druzhba>Cobrastan>Distribute them to small hideouts>Write in
>>4484027>Distribute them to small hideouts
>>4484027>cobra stanPut them in the pit, the mercenary dropped point of evil camp bastion. This gives us deniability.
>>4484055Ditto, them being held in Cobrastan also allows us to reinsert them in a 1st world country. Speaking of, how’s Cobra City doing?
>>4484106>Cobra CityBetter than when you got it. There have been incremental improvements in life there. It'll be covered in more detail soon.
If we pull this shit off successfully, can we look into grabbing an infiltration specialist? Probably can't buy Storm Shadow, but we might be able to get Zartan and Zartan might as well be crazy ninja tier. Especially if he comes with the magic powers a few versions have.
>>4484599So far you guys have dodged every possible opportunity to recruit a stealth specialist. Now that you have the money it will be an option in the future.
>>4484626Heh, so we have. Personally its because it is framed more as paying for their services rather than securing their loyalty, ala baroness.So far only Bludd is the guy we hired and have no reason to distrust.
>>4484626I know. Which is why I'm trying to push for it now. >>4484685The thing is, both of the canon Cobra Stealth Specialists are of dubious loyalty at the start. If I remember in canon, Storm Shadow is loyal until he finds out that Zartan killed the Hard Master then joins the Joes until he gets brainwashed back into Cobra and Zartan is generally mercenary as fuck.
>>4484705Stormshadow is the choice to go for then. Because the guy is well worth dropping a cap in Zartan's forehead.
>>4484714Stormshadow could be neat, start his own Ninja school in the Cobrastan mountains
>>4484714We also might be able to get ahold of Aleph and the Night-Creepers. They're not quite Storm Shadow level, but they're decent tech ninja.
Smuggling the board members and your ill-gotten loot out of the country is a trivial affair. A few helicopter trips, a stop on your command sub, and ultimately you arrive in Cobrastan. The scars of your coup here are largely healed over. The city does the closest thing to bustle. Connections to Extensive Enterprises and your laissez-faire attitude toward governance are turning the city steadily into a hub for commerce, both legitimate and illicit. A series of video conferences with Tomax Paoli help mesh your organization together. The Crimson Guard are a distinct battalion under the control of Xamot. They’re elite troops who are as well versed with law as they are with combat, a welcome addition to Cobra.Once back in Cobrastan you leave the hostages in the limited free trade zone where your mercenary hangers on spend their time. It grants you some plausible deniability when and if any trouble arrives.Dr. Mindbender, on your orders, has been set to work on breaking your prisoners. If you can turn one or all of them to your cause they may prove useful in the long term. In the polar regions, increasingly alarming reports are emerging of rapidly accelerated global warming. New models predict catastrophic flooding and worldwide famine within five years. In Asia, the Sino-Russian war has escalated with Chinese armored formations breaking the Russian lines with a massive right hook, cutting off the city of Vladivostok and closing in on it. Rumors abound of peace talks being opened by the Russians.You’re basking in success, smiling ear to ear as you return triumphant to the palace. After a few short ceremonies you find yourself settling in for your next wave of plans. “Where do we stand with our funds, Baroness?”“The cash and liquid assets are being cycled through our business fronts now. It’s much easier with the Crimson Twins cooperating.” Her excitement is impossible to miss. “I’ve taken the liberty of drawing up a tentative budget.” She offers you the printout which you take and skim over, reading aloud.“Improvements to Cobrastan, weapons research and development.” You stop at one, “Expansion plans?”(1/2)
She nods, “I think it would benefit us to enlarge our conventional forces. Perhaps another battalion or two as well as air assets.”“I also want to make new contacts,” you say. “Stealth specialists. Someone reliable who can conduct clandestine missions with more competence than Ghost Bear.”“I know of a number of contractors who fit that description,” she says. “Do you know of the Arashikage?”“No. Should I?”The grin she gives you is predator. “You should. They are a ninja clan in Japan. Secretive but known well enough outside of their country. Rumor has it that the clan is falling apart to infighting. Some sort of power vacuum. Many of their number are open for work, contracts.”Cobra ninjas. Something about that just sounds so right. “What’s your take?”“They’re mercenaries like any others. I’ve heard rumor that EAGLE is courting some of them for recruitment. If we act we might pre-empt them. Either by hiring the best talent or otherwise contracting a number of them to work for us. Or . . . ““Or?”“Or we can intercede in their little brewing civil war. If Cobra backs the winning horse we might be able to subsume the whole clan. Well, the ones we can rely on anyway.”Oh, a battalion of ninjas.“Risks?”“We’d be sticking our noses into an internal matter with a group that we know virtually nothing about. A good way to make enemies.”>See about hiring just their best>We’ll try to contract a large number of them>Let’s see if we can take the whole clan by coup>Write in
>>4485135>See about hiring just their best
>>4485135>>See about hiring just their best
>>4485135>Open a request for their best, broach the topic of discontent with the representitive and use our information from there to decide on if a coup is worth it or not.Ideally, we want some of their ninjas who have a stake in keeping their clan together under the "right" leader, who is willing to tell us about it.
>>4485135put our support behind a faction in the power struggle that will align with our goals.
>>4485135This >>4485149Ideally we discuss and back the prospective winning horse, or we allow the survivors who are unhappy with the result of the civil war to take shelter and rebuild within Cobrastan.
>>4485149Good shit. Supporting
>>4485149Good way to get our foot in the door. I like it!
>>4485149>This write in>Writing
“Get the word to them,” you say. “I’d like to have a meeting to discuss how they can best serve Cobra. We’ll use that opportunity to delve a bit deeper into their own inner workings. As much as I’d like a pet ninja clan, I won’t rush into it.”“I’ll arrange something,” Baroness says. “Money should be no obstacle. Not for a while.”“You’re beginning the ransoming process?”“Yes. We’re handling it through intermediaries in our criminal arm. Arranging payments and telling them where to pick up the hostages. So far they’re playing ball, especially after confirmation came in that Featherstone is dead.”You smile. “Good.”“I’ll begin the process to meet with the Ashrikage’s and also inform Destro that we’re going to need more weapons to outfit everyone. He’s working on prototype fighters and tanks that I think will come in handy when the shooting starts.”“Excellent. Let me know how it goes.”You have a precious few minutes of peace after Baroness leaves your throne room before Dr. Mindbender comes in, struggling to wipe his rose glasses clean on his labcoat.“Dr. Mindbender, how does the mental conditioning go?”“Good so far, man,” he says. “I’ve got one promising candidate. The others are just kinda stoned outta their minds, right?” he laughs.You don’t.“Right,” he says, struggling to sober up. “Anyway, she’s looking pretty willing. I think we can make her into like a collaborator. You know, like a quiet COIL donor on the side.”“She’s reliable?”“We’ll make sure first. And hell, we’re still gonna ransom her. All this shit ain’t free.” “Hardly.”“You and I got bills to pay right?” he chuckles again.You suspect the hostages aren't the only ones stoned out of their minds.“You came here just to tell me that?”(1/2)
“Oh, no. We’ve got another problem.” He adjusts his glasses nervously, “It’s about the Dominator.”“Dominator? It’s failing?”He shakes his head. “No way, man. Actually … it uh. It’s working great.”“I heard five years for total pole melt,” you say.He snorts, “Five years is optimistic man. The Dominator is like … cascading. The effects are accumulating and the process is accelerating. It’s exponential. It’s gonna be faster. Much faster.”“How much faster.”“Like … five months?”“Five months?” you repeat.He grins nervously and nods. “Yeah. The weather guys can’t figure it out, or won’t, I’m not sure. I’ve put them on some pretty heavy shit, I might have like damaged their prefrontal cortexes.”You brush aside the comment about chemically-induced brain damage on your thrall scientists. “In five months the polar icecaps will be gone?” you ask.“I think so. We’re kinda in uncharted water here. Rising uncharted water.” Another chuckle.Five months to climate catastrophe was good for chaos, but potentially bad for drawing attention. “Can you stop it?”Mindbender considers it, “I dunno, man. From what I gather a lot of this is like out of our hands.” He gestures vaguely toward the sky. “Mother Nature playing ball with us, you know? We’re twisting her magnetic fields around and I think we might’ve really warped em.”There was little doubt in your mind that the governments of the world would soon take note of the impending polar reduction and then take action. In a way this serves your needs but it also means the acceleration of your plans. If you continue through with this action you’ll need to come up with a second stage of your plan.>Find a way to reverse what we’ve done. We need this process to be slow and gradual, not rapid.>It is what it is. Let it be and we’ll stay the course.>Five months? Can we make it five days?>Write in
>>4485283>it is what it is. Let it run for another month or two then stop the dominator, it should keep the ball rolling and our involvement will vanish.
>>4485294+1Also, accelerate our disaster-profiting investments.
>>4485283>Five months? Can we make it five days?
>>4485283Thinking of it, if the border clashes turn into a full scale War, that might trigger some of the old deadman switches from Soviet Russia/The USA France and that’d probably be in the interests of a few militia groups running around Uncle Sam’s ankles
“It is what it is. Let it run for another month or two then stop the dominator, it should keep the ball rolling and our involvement will vanish.”“Right on,” Mindbender says.“Just make sure you don’t boil their brains,” you say of the scientists. “We need them.”“I’ll be careful.”After your meeting with Mindbender you instruct Baroness to invest the remainder of your stolen money into commodities and stocks most likely to profit from rising sea levels. Huge sums of money are shifted between bank accounts and Extensive Enterprises is likewise instructed to take advantage of this new situation.Over the next few weeks, the hostages are ransomed and returned one by one. One of them was successfully indoctrinated by Mindbender leading to a new sleeper agent within the corporate world. In Asia, the Sino-Russian war has wound down with both sides signing a ceasefire agreement.Rising water levels send stock markets crashing and create a global panic which rises at the same rate. Cobra profits extensively from this. It isn’t long later you’re contacted by Nails, one of your double agents within EAGLE.“Was the Featherstone building you? It was right?” Nails launches right into it when you have his call connected to you.“You know I won’t answer that.”“Doesn’t matter, EAGLE brass says it was. Word is that Cobra is gearing up for something big and . . . word is that you’re behind the icecaps.Your momentary pause speaks for you.(1/2)
“Ah! I knew it. Shit, how’d you pull that off? Look, it doesn’t matter. I’m telling you for your own good that EAGLE is digging. They’re in talks with some higher ups in China and Russia too.”“What about?”“Dunno. That’s all need to know stuff. I do know that they’re interviewing those kidnapped executives. So far nothing concrete from em but I think they’re trying to trace where you kept them. That and hunting for major power consumption. Fresh power lines, solar plants, nuclear reactors, that sort of thing. They’ve got international inspectors starting to snoop for it.”That’s bad. If international inspectors come into Cobrastan they’re going to start making connections.That, or you close the border to them and functionally become a rogue nation. It should protect you from anything short of clandestine raids or a formal declaration of war, but it will make your pet nation much more of a pariah.“What else?”“That’s all I got. I think you kicked up an anthill, bud.”“I don’t pay you for your interpretation of events,” you reply.“Sure. Just keep that shit coming my way. Nails out.”You know the hostages were kept and transported in conditions that makes their sense of direction useless. There’s no way they can report where they were kept. But . . . it’s possible that EAGLE can deduce a rough geographic region with enough work. More alarmingly if they are sending inspectors around you’ll have to do something. Currently you have no reactors in Cobrastan to show them, and even if you did your nation - outwardly still Badhikistan - will seem suspect for other reasons.>Maintain the course, if we scramble now it will just alert them>If they request entry to the country we will refuse them (Cobrastan becomes a rogue nation)>Evacuate all evidence of Cobra to Druzhbha and return the reactors at first opportunity>Write in
>>4485426>Evacuate all evidence of Cobra to Druzhbha and return the reactors at first opportunity
>>4485426>>Evacuate all evidence of Cobra to Druzhbha and return the reactors at first opportunity
>>Evacuate all evidence of Cobra to Druzhbha and return the reactors at first opportunityLet's try and keep quiet as long as possible, though we need to get rolling on expanding our forces.
>>4485426>Buy up a construction company in China, start laying powerlines that connect to places that look like Government Black Ops sites
>>4485426>>Maintain the course, if we scramble now it will just alert them
>>4485426Half maintain half get rid of the evidence.Also lets see if we can get some more rattlers and get Wild Weasel to train up some new pilots
>>4485283What if we turn it off now?>>4485504I want to explore this idea a bit more.
>>4485426>>Maintain the course, if we scramble now it will just alert themDon't panic.
>>4485426>Maintain the course, if we scramble now it will just alert themIt's not like we chose the most subtle way to run the nation, they're going to find out soon enough either way.Regardless we may want to think about another secret base. COBRA will likely need to shrink again at some point if we want the heat to cool down. Or go balls deep and declare war on the world.
>>4485426>>Evacuate all evidence of Cobra to Druzhbha and return the reactors at first opportunity>>4485616>Also lets see if we can get some more rattlers and get Wild Weasel to train up some new pilotsWe should get our specialists in each area to train some elite forces.
>Evacuate all evidence of Cobra to Druzhbha and return the reactors at first opportunity>>4485444>>4485460>>4485469>>4485490>>4485884>Maintain the course, if we scramble now it will just alert them>>4485538>>4485665>>4485673>>4485725>Evacuate to Druzbha>writing
>>4486159This kind of shit is why we need Zartan. So he can be the President of Cobrastan while we do Cobra Commander things like yell Cobra! and trap autobots in human sized android bodies.
It was a possibility you’d long prepared for, the eventuality of Cobrastan coming under scrutiny. Evacuation orders are issue swiftly. All Cobra combat forces and leadership will relocate to your main base in Druzhba. You’ll leave behind only the original Badhikistani military and a puppet government to maintain the illusion that business continues as usual in Badhikistan. The reactors are decoupled from the Dominator at once and flown to Cobra City to be connected to the power grid.It’s a monumental movement of forces that takes weeks to complete but it gives you time to organize another two battalions of troops in Druzhba. You now control nine battalions of men, as well as one battalion of Crimson Guard, and another of Destro’s Iron Grenadiers. With advanced weaponry and training they are more than a match for virtually any nation’s military. You’re rapid enough to strike and fade and tough enough to withstand a conventional attack long enough to slip away. So far only EAGLE has the training and tools to counter you in a meaningful way. Even then, there’s a chance you could smash them in a standup fight.Druzhba itself is heavily defended, but aside from the COIL retreat it’s also your last base. Nestled in a wooded valley which brims with weaponry it’s a veritable fortress, one that even EAGLE would be hard pressed to capture.With your global warming plan halted, at least for now, you’ve directed Tomax to sell off the assets you acquired to bolster your liquid capital. The Sino-Russian War has officially ended with a peace treaty, each side gradually drawing down from the border. The official death toll numbers just shy of one hundred thousand.You’re just starting to get comfortable in Druzhba when the call from Cutter comes in. Your second, and arguably more reliable EAGLE spy.(1/2)
“EAGLE is conducting an internal investigation,” he says. “I think they’re onto us.”“Slow down, Cutter. What’s going on?”The soldier takes a breath before continuing, “Some kind of commotion in the brass. I think they suspect a leak.”Your evacuation maybe? It’s possible EAGLE is closer to you than you’ve suspected. It seems that all your preparations in fortifying this base weren’t wasted. “What sort of commotion?”“They’re interviewing people, checking backgrounds. It’s classic internal investigation. Should I cut and run?”“No,” you say firmly. “No, that will just tip them off. You’ve done nothing wrong, they have no way to tie you to us. I’ll give them something else to worry about.” You key in a message to Baroness to leak the fake documents on another EAGLE operative, Hollywood. Once again, your foresight paid off. “Keep your head down until this blows over.”“Right,” Cutter says before hanging up.You’ll feed Hollywood to the internal affairs investigators. That should keep your minions safe for now. Still, it’s troubling that EAGLE could be closing onto you.“I’ve heard back from the Arashikage,” Baroness says on arriving in your makeshift throne room. “Rather than a representative, they’ve invited you to come to one of their castles personally and speak with them.”“Is that unusual?” you ask.“I’m . . . afraid I can’t say. I don’t know very much about them. The Arashikage are ninja mercenaries who operate on a strict honor code. Usually. They’re secretive though so I imagine a personal invitation is a measure of respect.”“Hm.” You drum your fingers on the armrest of the throne. “This is a difficult time. I don’t want to disrespect a potential ally, but I also hate to leave Cobra on the precipice of major action.”“What do you mean?”“I’m concerned that EAGLE is onto us.”“Why would you think so?”You shake your head, “A gut feeling. They seem to be reacting to my moves.”“You want to strike first?” Baroness asks.“I’m not sure.”>Go in person to Japan>Send Baroness in your stead>Send a trusted lieutenant>Write in
>>4486224>>Go in person to JapanLet's not disrespect the crazy honorbound ninja clan. Tell Cobra to go to ground and not do anything stupid.
>>4486224>We go in person>Direct Cobra to lie still, Have the baroness draw up viable places to attack Eagle at in retaliation if they make a move against us.
>>4486224>Go in person to Japan
>>4486224Backing this >>4486229
>>4486229The attacks should occur simultaneous to their attacks against us. Make them think we saw their move coming from a mile off
With the dominator out of operation and poles melting on their own, we are in a waiting period, with no concrete plans. However, Eagle is closing in, so this seems to be a good time to move against them, we have time, resources and the need to set them back. I propose this plan for when we return from the ninjas;-assemble a few battalions of expendable mercs equipped in cobra gear, supported by one or two of our battalions.-have our main force stealthily gather in an isolated location near north america.-arrange a 'leak' to Eagle a few hours before the operation.-assault two high value targets (military hardware or government resource stockpiles maybe) in south america with the merc force.-attack the eagle base with the main force, while their main force is after the diversion attacks.If they refuse to take the bait (and send their main force) we can use our main force to attack a third target or crush any small forces they send to the diversions. At worst, we can use the resources gained to recruit the surviving mercs into a more permanent expendable formation based out of a second base to take heat.
>>4486229DittoAlso just thinking, that dude who we discarded as an option, the one with the mistress? We don’t really have to turn him, just her, and it’d give us another “Agent” working within EAGLE
>>4486293I'm pretty sure we just fed him to internal affairs to keep the heat off us, or was that a different dude?
>>4486303I don’t remember that, I thought we left him alone for the time being, I know we have two agents working in Eagle
>>4486229Supporting this.>>4486343>>4486303We looked into two dudes. The druggy and the PatriotI think we ditched the Druggy.
>>4486350We looked at 3 people; Hollywood (adulterer), Nails (druggie), Cutter (disillusioned soldier). We recruited the later 2. We have just (>>4486224) gave up Hollywood to Eagle to throw them off.
>>4486368This is correct
>We go in person>Direct Cobra to lie still, Have the baroness draw up viable places to attack Eagle at in retaliation if they make a move against us.>Writing
>>4486422>We go to prisonNo Cobra commander, not already!
“Potentially,” you say. “Baroness, do me a favor and draw up some plans for us to strike EAGLE where it hurts, hm?”She smiles. “I can do that.”“In the event they make a move while I’m away I want you to attack.”Surprise registers on her face. “Me? You want me to run Cobra?”“In my absence,” you clarify.“I won’t fail you, Commander.”“I know.” As long as Destro doesn’t bend her ear. “Have Cobra stand down and lie still. Not even a twitch. I want EAGLE to lose the trail.”“I can do that.”“I’ll take Arashikage up on this offer. Ready transport to Japan.”“With your bodyguard?”“A few men,” you say. “Taipan, Ghost Bear, enough troopers to fill a platoon.”“You expect trouble?”You grin to yourself. “They’re ninjas, Baroness. Trouble they have in spades.”You take a small jet from the base along with your chosen men. Ghost Bear and Taipan aren’t much for words. The hunter and the sniper keep to themselves on the long flight to Hokkaido, the home of Arashikage Castle. After landing at a private airfield outside of Sapporo, you travel the remaining distance to the castle by vehicle. The countryside is serene, wooded, mountainous. Snow capped peaks overlook dark, forested valleys. It’s on the rocky slope of one of these mountains you see the castle. Like many Japanese castles it’s primarily wooden in construction with a large stone foundation and curving rooftops. This fortress is surrounded by an old wall that runs along the valley side, carving out a small compound.Upon reaching the main gate a humorless guard confirms your invitation before allowing you in. Inside the walls you see that this castle is a fully functional training center that blends the modern with the archaic. Rifle ranges sit beside sword fighting dummies and archery ranges. Young men and women are training at some of these stations when you exit the vehicle.A delegation approaches from the castle, drawing your attention. In the lead is an old man with a placid, blank expression. To either side of him are young men, each with the features concealed in the proto-typical ninja armor. Only their eyes are visible, and they look hard.They stop a short distance away and all give half bows to you.“You are the one they call Cobra Commander,” the older man says. “I am Tetsuo. Welcome.” His English is flawless.“Yes,” you look around, “This is an impressive facility.”Tetsuo smiles blankly. “My students will show your men our complex. I would like to join you for tea.”(1/2)
He says it like it’s an invitation, but he offers you no choice. You follow him back into the castle where you are led through a labyrinth of corridors and tight spaces. You cross a few vast, open halls floored with many thin strips of polished wood that creak loudly at your passing. Somehow Tetsuo seems not to make a sound.Eventually he slides open a paper-paneled door revealing a quaint tea room. “Please, sit.”You do so, kneeling at the table as he does, not trusting yourself to speak yet.Tetsuo begins pouring tea for each of you. “I do not mean to be rude. I am sure you will refuse to drink in my presence,” he says. “It is a habit. Consider it a ritual.” He places the cup before you. “We take such things very seriously here. As a leader of men I am sure you understand the power of habit and tradition.”“I do,” you say at last.“I know you are a powerful man,” Tetsuo says. “One who could make great use of my students. The two showing your men the facility now are my best. One is fury and the other silence. Together they form a harmony, the sort of harmony our clan thrives on. Storm and shadow. Arashikage. You see?”You think you do. “Yes. Why are you telling me this?”Tetsuo smiles slightly. “I want you to understand a bit of who we are. I know so much about you, Cobra Commander. You speak through actions. Your actions are rage, fire, and violence.”“I believe in exercising power,” you say, “to achieve my goals.”“It’s one path.”“And not always the best one. That’s why I’d like to enlist your services.”“It will be a challenging thing,” Tetsuo says. “There are some who feel you are not to be dealt with.”“Because I am a criminal?”“Because you are dangerous. Criminal is a classification under the law. Cobra Commander, you are a killer not of men but of systems. Some might say anarchist, but this is too simple.”>And how do you feel about it?>I have the money to overcome any objections you may have>I’m only interested in contracting your best ninja>Write in
>>4486491>And how do you feel about it?
>>4486491>>And how do you feel about it?
>>4486491>I am a follower of the old ways, I seek to tear down the current system and unite the world under the rule of absolute power, make it a place where men of strength can take what they wish and do as they please, instead of having to bow to sniveling bureaucrats. I think you can understand how such a world could be beneficial to your order.
>>4486491>And your feelings on the matter?
>>4486491>>I have the money to overcome any objections you may have
right, so eagle is getting its panties in a twist, but we've learned something new now. We can accelerate a weather point into permanency with but 2 months. Time to starve the USA. Bring eagle crashing down on empty stomachs, once the...heh...heat has died down.
Sorry guys, feeling out of it today. I'll continue this tomorrow
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IMcXkvtrLQ|>And how do you feel about it?>Writing
“You don’t seem the type to be swayed by the opinions of others,” you say. “What are your feelings?”Tetsuo smiles politely, “I feel that you will destroy us as well.”“If I wanted to destroy you I wouldn’t have come here,” you say. “Not like this.”“No,” Tetsuo agrees, pausing to sip his tea slowly, savoring the warmth and aroma. “No. I don’t think you want to, but I think you will. You are a man at war with the world and at war with yourself.”You grrin behind your mask, “My war is just with the people who made it this way.”Tetsuo again smiles politely. “The Arashikage are ninjas. We are not soldiers. We have not survived this long by involving ourselves in wars.”“Then don’t be soldiers,” you return, “By my shadows, my assassins, my spies.”“I only tell you this so you can understand our limitations, Commander. I do not deny you our services, but I will not let you make us a part of Cobra.”“For the right price?”“We work for money,” Tetsuo says, “But our loyalty isn’t bought. It is freely given. We are not mercenaries. We are professionals who ply our trade.”Your grin only widens, unable to keep condescension from your voice. “I’m sure you are.” You’ve dealt with enough professional killers to know that they’re equal parts capitalists and killers.Tetsuo’s face remains unreadable.“I can offer you one of my best students if you’d like,” he says.“We’re a large organization,” you say.“A team is possible,” Tetsuo says. “It will be more expensive of course.”“And who will they listen to? Me or you?”Tetsuo smiles silently for a moment. “They will obey their code of honor first and foremost. They will uphold the name of this school secondly, and they will carry out the missions you give them.”It sounds like a lot of hand holding. “I’d prefer less oversight,” you say. “This sounds like giving your students on the job training but with extra steps.”“These are our conditions.”>I’ll hire one>I’ll hire a team>Thank you, but I can’t agree to these terms>Write in
>>4491879>I would prefer to know your schools teachings properly, to what this code of honour entails. And then a demonstration of your students or best student, so that I may see what I am paying for.So this is the man who must die if we are to take over this clan. Very well, we want the anti-establishment new blood to win. But first let's see who he is offering
>>4491879>I’ll hire a team
>>4491879Backing this >>4491919
“I would prefer to know your school’s teachings properly,” you say, “what this code of honor entails.”Tetsuo laughs softly, “To distill years of teachings into a single conversation is nearly impossible but I will strive my best. My clan is taught to practice honor. While it is true that we lie in the shadows we are not incapable of recognizing and sparing a worthy foe. A blood debt is always kept. To kill a foe is not enough, first you must best him. Overcome his strength or his wits. We do not kill the innocent.”This is anathema to everything you believe. The idea of sparing an enemy or refusing to take advantage of a weakness is so contrary to everything you believe. It takes all your willpower to listen to the old man spout this drivel. “I see.”Tetsuo keeps his smile fixed on his face.“For hired assassins you certainly have a lot of scruples.”“Honor is what separates a ninja from a common bandit.”You happen to like common bandits. Tetsuo will probably have to die.“Why don’t you show me the students you have available for us?”“With pleasure.”(1/2)
Tetsuo takes you back to the castle’s inner yard where you see most of the trainees have cleared away, forming into ranks, perhaps fifty men altogether. “Some of our number are away on assignment, but most of what you see here is the core of the Arashikage Clan,” Tetsuo explains.You see Taipan, Ghost Bear, and your men off to one side as well.“My best discipline,” Tetsuo says, indicating a ninja covered head to toe in the clan’s traditional gear, black. Even his eyes are concealed behind a narrow visor. “The silent warrior.”The ninja bows to you, bending at the waist. You return the gesture with a slight incline of your head.“Snake Eyes,” Tetsuo says, addressing the warrior. “Demonstrate your skill for Cobra Commander.”Without a word, the ninja proceeds through the gamut of training areas. An obstacle course, archery course, rifle range, at each station he performs with skill and swiftness you’ve never seen before. His shots fly true, his movements are sure and deliberate.At the final station he produces a sword and engages with a number of other students, swiftly disarming and disabling each one without killing any of them. At the conclusion he returns to deliver the same bow which Tetsuo returns.“Awfully quiet,” you say when Snake Eyes returns to the other students.“Snake Eyes does not speak.”“Ah.” As if that makes sense. “You mentioned another ninja? Fury?” “Yes,” Tetsuo says with something akin to amusement. “I think that he is perhaps too much aligned with your worldview. I had hoped he might learn temperance from his sword brother.” Tetsuo gestures and another ninja steps forward, this one in white. His eyes fix on yours, hard, smoldering. This is a look you might almost recognize from looking into a mirror. This is a man with anger in his heart.“He has taken the clan’s name as his own,” Tetsuo says. “Storm Shadow, demonstrate your abilities.”You see why Tetsuo referred to these men as ‘sword brothers’. Storm Shadow is at least as skilled as Snake Eyes, running the course with ease. It isn’t until the sword match that you note Storm Shadow seems to have more of a violent edge, bodying his opponents ferociously and reacting with speed and fury where Snake Eyes might have used grace and skill.“Impressive,” you say after Storm Shadow returns and delivers a bow. “And I can hire them both if I choose?” “The one or the other,” Tetsuo says. “I’m afraid no amount of money in the world can convince me to give my two best pupils to one client.”>I’ll take Snake Eyes>I’ll take Storm Shadow>I’ll need to think on this.>Write in
>>4492059>I’ll take Storm Shadow
>>4492059>I’ll need to think on this.Personally I want too cuck the old man, So if we throw him for a loop now. We can sweep in easier later.
>>4492059>I will need to consider this.Perhaps we should leave the clan to degrade a bit, then step in for the winner. Because while stormshadow is our man, this old geezer NEEDS to be taken out for this clan to be of any use to us. All we need do, is wait like a cobra and spark the flames of hate when he croaks
>>4492059>>I’ll take Storm Shadow
>>4492059>I’ll need to think on this.Storm Shadow is the clear winner, but there's no need to give the old man an immediate answer.
>>4492059>>I’ll need to think on this.
>I’ll need to think on this.>Writing
“Both are impressive candidates,” you say. “You’ll forgive me if I consider my options before acting.”“This is no problem at all,” Tetsuo says, undaunted. “You know what we offer and know what we can do.”“We’ll be in touch.”As you leave you are willing to admit that you covet what this ninja clan has. Such power in your hands would be invaluable but the time isn’t ripe. Tetsuo will have to go and the clan’s values will need to be broken down into something you can work with first.Back in the small villa you’re staying at you call Baroness to get up to speed for what you’ve missed in the intervening days.“The UN inspectors arrived in Cobrastan,” she says. “They’re moving through the country and they will find nothing.”“Excellent. And EAGLE?”“Observation of EAGLE HQ suggests they are on high alert, ready to deploy.”“Eager to make the kill,” you say. “Commander, I don’t need to tell you this but if we are to succeed in our plans we will need to destroy EAGLE.”“I’m well aware of that, Baroness.” EAGLE is the only organization with the speed and skill to deal Cobra a fatal blow and as such must eventually be dealt with. “You’re wanting to strike now?”“The longer we lie low the more time they’ll have to hunt for us. If they’re onto Cobrastan then it may just be a matter of time before they find Druzhba.”“Leave that to me.”A small pause. “How did the meeting go with the Arashikage?”“Their master is a foolish old man,” you say. “Incompatible with Cobra I’m afraid. He’ll have to go.”“Taking out a ninja is no small feat,” Baroness says. “But doable.”You make a non-committal sound as you consider your options. Striking EAGLE would retake the initiative from them but toppling Arashikage would also give you access to more skilled warriors.“There is something else I wanted to bring up.”“Go on.”“The Graham family owns a major stake in worldwide news broadcasting as I am sure you’re aware.”It’s strange to hear Baroness refer to her family as though she’s outside of it, but you can understand the sentiment.“Cable TV stations, radio stations, you name it. This network would give us global outreach if we were to tap into it and hijack the signal. It would be possible to deliver ultimatums or demand ransoms. We could use it to destabilize things or even make our mission statement known.”“Risky,” you say. “But you know of a central nerve we can pierce?”“Of course.”>We’ll assassinate Tetsuo>We’ll strike at EAGLE>We’ll hijack International News Network’s signal>Write in
>>4492833>>We’ll strike at EAGLE
>>4492833>We’ll hire one of the ninjas for now, perhaps fan the rebellious flames in the clan. Prepare to tap into the broadcast network. Prepare an “exposé” on Eagle to paint them as a pork barrel pet project with no civilian oversight used for black ops and assassinations. Play up the anti-war angle, tap into the “woke” culture for it.
>>4492833>We’ll strike at EAGLEI had a plan about this (>>4486257), I will propose it when selecting the attack strategy. Would be nice to know people's opinions on it.
>>4492833We should get ninjas before striking at eagle, and taking over the news should be easy and beneficial enough.
>>4492833>Keep an eye on the ninjas, wait for the moment to strike. But I think it time to strike at eagle. Lure them out with a false operation and attack their base. Take out command and then trap the place.
>>4492833>Hire Storm Shadow and strike at EAGLE
>>4492833>>We’ll strike at EAGLESet them back and we can move on to bigger things
I honestly wonder if we could beat not eagle per say, but the politicians that hold their purse strings.Either through blackmail, bribes, or support and donations to their political campaigns.Heck, military projects and bases get cut all the time for one reason or another. Beat em without firing a shot.
>We’ll strike at EAGLE>>4492852>>4492857>>4493164>>4493180>>4492956>Hire Storm Shadow then strike at EAGLE>>4492856>>4492947>>4493168>Strike at EAGLE>Writing
“I’d really wanted to use the Weather Dominator against them,” you say wistfully, “But I think the time is right to strike at EAGLE, knock them back down a peg and demonstrate to the world how powerless they are.”“Yes!” Baroness says excitedly. “Smash the guardians of the old order!” “How are we set for weapons?”“Destro has armed all ten of our battalions with the latest weapons and armor from Mars Industries.”“At least he’s good for something,” you say. “We can leave a skeleton force to protect Druzbha, our two newest battalions while the rest concentrate on our objective.”“EAGLE Headquarters?” Baroness is breathless with excitement.“Possibly,” you say, pacing the villa, glancing from time to time out the windows to survey the nighttime Japanese countryside. “I’d considered a diversionary raid with a few of our units while the bulk strike at EAGLE HQ, steal what we can and destroy the rest.”“There is another option,” Baroness says. “EAGLE HQ is quite rural, hidden from view. A victory there would have major strategic ramifications in the short term but it might only push them back on their strengths. We might also strike not at their supply depots but at their purse strings.”“I’m interested. Go on.”“If we can draw EAGLE into open battle on ground of our choosing and best them, we will deliver a fatal blow to public confidence in them. If we strike Washington DC itself and defeat EAGLE there then America and the world will know that no one is safe.”“Open battle in a major city? We’d be giving them an invitation to the ball then.”“I believe our men are ready.”You know your men are ready, but an open battle against EAGLE sounds supremely risky. Defeat there would mean major material losses for you and a loss of face, though victory would potentially doom future funding for EAGLE. You might use DC as the target of your diversionary attack though by its very nature your forces will be driven off or withdraw in the face of EAGLE attacks.“What about the Dominator?”“It’s offline, Commander.”“I know that, how soon can we get it back online?”“A matter of days. We can employ Cobra heavy lift and some of our slaves to redeploy those reactors from Cobra City to our base here.”Having ‘air cover’ from the Weather Dominator would be invaluable, granting your forces a measure of protection from EAGLE’s substantive air force or even just disrupting communications and sowing confusion though it will mean delaying a few days to move the reactors of course. The UN inspection is complete so it should be safe to move them now.>Diversionary attack on DC with a main effort on EAGLE HQ>Main attack on DC to draw in EAGLE forces and defeat them>Redeploy the Dominator, diversionary attack on DC and main effort on EAGLE HQ.>Write in
>>4493357>>Redeploy the Dominator, diversionary attack on DC and main effort on EAGLE HQ.
>>4493357>Redeploy the Dominator, diversionary attack on DC and main effort on EAGLE HQ.
>>4493357>redeploy the dominator, diversionary attack in DC, attack the base.Remember, we want their command apparatus captured or wiped out.
Are we gonna give an excuse to pull our spies out?They don't need to know why or what's up, just that they should meet us and we keep em safe while they have an excuse to not be there?
“Begin the air lift at once. We’ll get the Weather Dominator back online and rain death on EAGLE and the United States.”“I’ll do that,” Baroness says.“Major Bludd will lead the assault, Ghost Bear the diversion. Have Dr. Mindbender begin preparations to unleash the Dominator. I’ll return to Druzbha tomorrow morning.”“I await eagerly,” Baroness says.Your own excitement makes time seem to crawl but you arrive in Druzbha just as the first reactor is being installed. The base is alive with activity as your battalions arm up and ship out. HISS tanks roll up cargo ramps to pack the belly holds of cargo planes. The attack on EAGLE HQ will be air dropped in the wilderness under the cover of a storm and then advance on the base while Ghost Bear’s diversion will strike at Washington DC.You assemble your commanders and review the plan. Destro and Tomax attend the meeting remotely as Bludd reviews it.“We’ll have Taipan and his scouts on this ridge line-” Bludd indicates the mountain range with a pointer “to keep us posted on enemy action. Once we’re satisfied the main body of EAGLE forces have rolled out we’ll kick on your little thunder machine and drive right up their ass.” He grins. “Easy in, easy out.”“Confidence you have in excess, Major,” Destro says “But this isn’t a camping trip. This is a military operation.”Bludd’s features tighten, eyes narrowing slightly as his lip curls into a sneer. Good. “Not hardly,” he agrees. “Once we’ve shot our way inside we’ve got a team of your Iron Grenadiers on standby to make off with any loot that’s not nailed down with an eye for special weapons systems. My mate Wild Weasel’d like to get his paws on one of those Sky Strikers.”(1/2)
“As would I,” Destro agrees.“How long do you expect the operation will take?” You ask.Bludd shrugs. “Hour tops. We’ll be out before they know we’re in.”You look to Ghost Bear, “And you understand your role?”The hunter snorts, “Bull in a china shop. You want us to trash the DC mall and then flee, yes?”“Something like that. Long enough to draw them in, but not so long that you overstay your welcome. Timing is critical.”“We’ve got it.”“Tomax, I expect you to do nothing more than keep your head down,” you say. “I see no reason to risk everything in one operation. And Destro-”“Yes?”You allow yourself a sneer of your own, “Just be ready for the gear we bring back.”Destro smiles sardonically.You rise to your feet to address your assembled leadership. “A matter of days we will begin the largest operation in Cobra history. If everything has gone the way I plan then this attack will come as a complete surprise to the enemy. Once EAGLE is smashed there is going to be nothing standing between us-” you pause and lower your voice, “and world domination. Cobra!”“Cobra!”After the meeting Baroness remains behind as the others file out.“Something more?” You ask her.“Where will you have me during all this, Commander?”“Baroness, you’ve proven yourself worthy enough to choose your own role.”She seems to find this answer unsatisfying. “You’ll be here?”“Monitoring the Dominator,” you say, “And coordinating the attacks. I have capable leaders in the field. My presence would be distracting.”“Do you need assistance here? Or would you prefer I act as your eyes in the field?”>Stay with me>Go with Bludd>write in
>>4493594>Go with Bludd
Is there any way we can drug some workers at the HQ and tell us about the base? Or even better and smuggle in some explosives?
>>4493577It's not a part of the default plan, possible if enough people want it. That just raises the possibility of the plan being discovered.>>4493609Also possible if people want it, but it risks detection as well.
>>4493594>>Go with Bludd
>>4493577meh they're either smart enough to figure out it's us and maybe get like wounded on purpose or something or they aren't
>>4493594Tell Tomax and Destro to start researching and manufacturing seasteading technology. With the world's sea levels rising rapidly, millions of people will be looking for a home. A home that COBRA and COIL can provide.
>>4493594>Go with Bludd. Your technological skills will be useful in slicing their computers.Baroness is an info sponge thief right? She should have an easy time with locks and nabbing info from the Joe's.
>Go with Bludd>Writing
“I need your eyes and thoughts on the intel Bludd might encounter. Hack into their computer systems, get anything you can.”She gives you a half-bow. “Thank you, Commander.” There is a pause, “Truthfully I missed being in the field. I like the action.”“It’s a curse then that you’re too valuable to me at my side. Go. Enjoy yourself. Major Bludd will retain tactical command but I expect you to advise him well.”“Yes, Commander.”It isn’t much later that your army takes flight, a legion of elite combat personnel ready to visit your vengeance on the country where your mission first formed in your mind. In the intervening day you busy yourself overseeing the re-activation of the Weather Dominator. Dr. Mindbender is here as well, a joint tucked behind his ear as he supervises.“They’re never gonna know what hit em,” he says.“Doctor, have you kept abreast of the situation with the poles? Do you know how much longer until they’ve melted away?”Mindbender looks momentarily guilty. “Ah. Well at last count . . . uh they won’t.”You grit your teeth, eyes flashing. “How is that?”“Well it looks like whatever cascade we generated petered out when we shut the Dominator down. I mean don’t get me wrong, the damage is done! Miami is a foot or two closer to being underwater.” He chuckles before catching that you’re not laughing. “It’s not cataclysmic though. Yet.”“I’ve directed Tomax to diversify into post-flood technology and industries and now you tell me it’s for nothing?”Mindbender laughs nervously and holds up his hands, “Hey don’t shoot the messenger, man. I mean it’s bad but it’s not gonna flood the earth yet or anything. I’m sure we can get it going again.”You look over the kidnapped science team. There are fewer of them than you recall. Those that remain have a zombie-like look of dull complacency on their face. Whatever Mindbender is giving them to make them pliable is taking its toll mentally and physically. You’re glad you already have the Dominator assembled, you’re not sure they’re in any shape to build another.“Could be interference too maybe.”“Interference?”He nods, “Some kinda joint US/EU project. They announced they intend to reverse the damage done to the planet’s climate via weather manipulation. Maybe they got their own Dominator running?”You doubt that’s possible given the short time frame. Still, you have proven the concept and you did leave EAGLE in possession of a number of relevant scientists.You turn back to Mindbender and press a finger against his sternum, your mask close to his face. “I tolerate your extracurricular activities, doctor, and I bankroll your habits. Your little hobbies aren’t cheap. I allow you these luxuries because you give me results and you never shirk from a job. Don’t make me regret this leniency.”“Y-yeah. Easy, man.”(1/2)
You sign and turn away. “No matter. We’ll resume our ecological assault soon enough. Get the device working and attune it for atmospheric disruption over EAGLE HQ.”The final preparations take minutes and are completed by the time Bludd and Ghost Bear signal arrival. The main command center of Druzbha is full of TV monitors displaying remote footage of the forces in position. You take special note of EAGLE HQ. strangely it seems not dissimilar from your own current base. A small airfield in a wooded valley. Taipan’s spotting team is monitoring the situation from a nearby hillside.“No activity so far,” Taipan says, his whispered voice carried through your command center by speakers.You’re bothered that you have heard nothing from either of your moles in EAGLE yet. Granted, last time you’d spoken with Cutter he told you that EAGLE was actively working to root out spies and you’d advised him to go dark. All the same, you don’t like operating in the dark.“Ghost Bear. Begin the operation.”The attack on Washington DC begins with furious activity. A series of explosions around the base of the Washington monument sever the stone obelisk and send it crashing to the ground before your armored teams swarm out from staging points around the city. Metropolitan police and standby national guard units are swept away with no trouble as your men set work work attacking government office buildings and monuments throughout the city.INN carries live footage from the attack on its primary news channels. The message is unmissable. Cobra is here, Cobra is dangerous, and Cobra can’t be stopped. As satisfying as it is, this is not the main effort.You turn your attention to Taipan’s footage where you see an alert force scramble from EAGLE HQ. A small one.You frown. A single squadron of Sky Strikers and a few transport planes. Maybe a battalion worth.Minutes tick by with no further activity.“Commander.” It’s Major Bludd this time. “Looks like EAGLE’s not taking the bait, sir.”Troubling. >Begin your attack, Major>Hold until their main force leaves>Write in
>>4494656>Hold until their main force leavesIf they want D.C. to burn, So be it.
>>4494656>Hold until their main force leaves
>>4494656>>Begin your attack, Major
>>4494656>>Hold until their main force leavesWorst case, we burn DC and attack the base later.
>Hold until their main force leaves>Writing
“If they want to let DC burn, so be it. Wait them out, Major.”“Sir.”Ghost Bear’s force runs amok in the city though they are too few in number to truly take and hold ground. The White House security team punches above their weight though, keeping your troops at bay with sniper fire and anti-tank weaponry.The Capitol building is less fortunate. A pair of HISS tanks crush a police blockade before the building and deploy their squads who hurry up the front steps and inside, ransacking the building.It brings a smile to your face but still feels so incomplete. You’re all too aware of the temporary nature of this attack.Another twenty minutes pass with no further response from EAGLE HQ.“Maybe we can put rounds on the base to wake em up, Commander,” Bludd suggests.“I understand you’re eager, Major, but I won’t let you endanger my men because of your anticipation.”Nearby some of your technical operators cluster to review a data feed.“I’ll be good, Commander. Bludd out.”You look away from the carnage in DC to observe your men. After a moment, Dr. Mindbender approaches to speak with them. “What’s all that commotion?” You demand.Mindbender looks up and blinks. “Uh. Probably a technical glitch.”“A glitch? What glitch.”“We’ve lost contact with the number three anti-aircraft battery, sir,” one of the technicians says.“Number three . . . “ you repeat the words willing them to register in your mind. There were no AA batteries involved in your attack unless he means- “The one here?”“Yes sir.”His console beeps again. “That’s . . . the number two battery offline.”Your stomach sinks as you cross the room to peer over his shoulder. Two radar stations have gone offline on the northern perimeter of your base. These early warning posts are intended to provide coverage for the mouth of the valley to prevent easy access for infiltration or attack.“Who’s in charge of the base garrison?” you ask Mindbender.“Uh, Juggernaut I think.”“Have him get a team to each of those sites. Now.” Your uneasy feeling persists. Maybe it is just a tech failure, but . . . two sites on the same side of the base? Could EAGLE have tracked you here? You return to the console and call up Baroness. “Any activity?”“No, Commander.”“Patrols?”“Fewer than we’d expect. Is something wrong?”You feel a slight tremor. Really just a minor vibration. It could be anything, an AC unit turning on, a vehicle driving overhead or- (1/2)
“Surface explosion,” one of your technicians says.“Weapons fire on the north end of the base!”“EAGLE,” you growl the word to Baroness before turning to your techs. “I want a status report, now!”“Looks like EAGLE ground forces advancing down the mouth of the valley, lots of em!” You spot fresh radar signatures approaching a moment later. Aircraft.“The base is empty because they’re all here,” you snarl before toggling your com to the tactical channel, “Juggernaut, deploy your men for combat at once!”“Right away, sir!”You toggle back to Baroness.“An attack?” She looks worried.“It seems our EAGLE friends have the same idea we do.”“We’ll return to HQ at once!” Baroness says.You know at once it’s too late for that. That’s hours on hours of redeploying and logistical movement. By the time your forces are there the damage will be done to this base. All that remains is to minimize losses and hope that you can fend off this raid.>Proceed with your attack, I’ll handle things here>Abort the operations and withdraw to COIL headquarters.>Get whatever you can back here *NOW*>Write in
>>4494782>Proceed with your attack, I’ll handle things here>Ensure they burn baroness, This is merely a set back.>MIND BREAKER GET THE DEVICE FLOWING TO GIVE US OUR EDGE!
>>4494786yeah might as well base trade
>>4494786Yep, let's go.
“Proceed with your attack, I’ll handle things here.”“If you wish, Commander.” She looks worried but determined. “I insist. Ensure that they burn, Baroness. I want them to suffer. Whatever happens here is merely a setback.”“Of course!”You kill the channel. “Mindbender!”“Yeah?”“Engage the Dominator. Target the enemy north of the base.”“Sure about that, man?”“Never question my decisions,” you return, “now do as you’re told!”The monitors displaying EAGLE HQ light up with gunfire as the combined military might of Cobra descends from the high ground around the base, trashing defensive structures and perimeter fencing with laser fire as they breach and enter. You don’t have time to savor it, striding from the control room and making for the armory as squads of Cobra troopers rush past, hurrying to assume defensive positions while more explosions wrack the base.You hardly notice the quartet of crimson guards who fall into place around you, weapons at the ready. How could Cutter and Nails both fail to warn of of this impending attack? You’d put bells in place to prevent this sort of thing and those bells did not ring. “What good is a bell that doesn’t ring?” You ask yourself.You reach the armory at the same moment that a breathless Juggernaut does. “Commander!” he blurts.You grab a rifle and load it. “Don’t you have a defense to see to?”He flusters only a moment, “Sir, I- we’re heavily outnumbered, sir.”Even in the bowels of the base you hear the powerful roll of thunder.“I hope we just evened the score,” you say. “Ensure that your men are at their posts.”“Commander,” Juggernaut says, more insistently. “I’m not sure we can hold this base, sir, even with the Dominator.”“You want to run away?” You ask.“I want you to escape, sir. You and whatever we can salvage.”>I’m staying and fighting>Fine, prepare a plane and begin the evacuation>Write in
>>4494944>I’m staying and fighting
>>4494944>>Fine, prepare a plane and begin the evacuation>>Write inLast team out sabotages whatever we can and gathers all the information we can. Even if it's just this week's lunch menu and leaving a lump of C4 in the command chair.
>>4494944>>I’m staying and fighting
>>4494992This, unless fighting can hold out long enough for us to do something to turn the tied like say reinforcements coming back to base, then we should bolt.Only problem is we may be more vulnerable on the run outside.... we should draw in as many of their forces as possible into the base to minimize this.
>>4494944>Fine, prepare a plane and begin the evacuationWe must destroy anything remotely related to the dominator, we shouldn't let them repurpose it to jumpstart their own eco-project and unmake our efforts in poles.Also, recall the DC group to escort us out.
>>4494944Use the dominator for tornadoes and other massively powerful damages on the surface. The enemy is still mostly out there so if we can take out a massive swathe it should even the odds considerably.
>>4495259I've got an idea. Put out the word in the pit, tell those mercs that there is a bounty on how many eagle personnel and vehicles they take out of commission, with big bucks for taking the forces leaders alive. There must be a battalion or two worth of mercs who can be there in 20 misnute flat. A bit costly but to wipeout eagle with a counter charge they never saw coming? Worth it.
>>4495302Perhaps use that time to set the Dominator to Wumbo and let er rip? I feel like we can buy enough time that way if the mercs bite
>>4495615Set dominator to "Utter bed breaking levels of fucked" and let it loose on Eagle. It'll probably damage Cobrastan, but it's a price we should be willing to take. If we cannot hold it, then we should scuttle the base completely.
Consensus seems to be>Evacuate>Destroy the base>Deal as much damage to Eagle as possible+Invite merc attacksandSet Dominator to "oh shit"
>>4495829are we at drubzha or cobrastan?
>>4495846Druzbha which is not in Cobrastan
>>4495857How far out is it?
>>4495872In the twisted/nonsensical distances of this universe? Probably about an hour away.
>>4495886More than enough time for the eagles to be drawn in, get blown to kingdom come and the mercs to come in and wipe up the last of it.Lets hope that we can get out under the storm cover.
“Prepare a plane and begin the evacuation,” you tell Juggernaut. “Whatever we can get out. Anything we can’t- booby trap or destroy.”“Yes, Commander!” He hurries off with his own team to undertake the tasks you’ve given him.Another pair of thunderheads shakes the base and the fluorescents flicker and fail, plunging everything into darkness before the come back on emergency power. Your red-armored bodyguards are looking up and around in amazement at the ferocity of the storm raging overhead.“This way.” You set back for the control room, rifle now over your shoulder and find Mindbender. He’s grinning wildly at the flickering displays as hail and lightning lash the advancing EAGLE forces. You see a number of burning tanks and trucks littering the valley. The sky over the base is roiling and black, the temperament of an angry god. “Is it working?”“Like a dream, man. Can’t aim it really but we took about a half squadron of their little planes five minutes ago.”“Put every ounce of power you can into it,” you say. “Maximum projection.”Dr. Mindbender looks at you, blinks, and adjusts his frames. “You’re serious?”“If we can’t have it then I won’t let them either. Once you’ve done that take your team, data, and whatever equipment you can carry and evacuate.”Mindbender nods, “Yeah. Okay.” He leans over his console to turn a dial all the way to tha maximum.All of the monitors momentarily fuzz out as two lightning bolts strike near simultaneously, one of them setting fire to a guard tower on the edge of your base, the other fusing an EAGLE battle tank in place. The boom of thunder is god-like here in your bunker, unimaginably loud on the surface. Good.You take note of the criss-crossing laser fire as both forces clash, Juggernaut’s men and EAGLE’s troops. Your forces are hopelessly outnumbered but giving it their all.A moment later you dial up the Cobrastan Mercenary pit and connect to your liaison in that cesspool. “A new mission,” you say, “It’s open season on EAGLE. Bonus pay to any man woman or child that kills one or destroys a vehicle.”The officer is flabbergasted and only gawks at you. “C-Commander?”“Repeat it!” you spit.“O-open season on EAGLE! A bounty on personnel and vehicles!”“How long to get this moving?”“A-an hour? To get the word out and get-”“Do it.” You kill the channel already knowing they’ll be too late to come to your aid. Druzbha is finished, you just hope you take enough of them out to make the cost worth it. Another vibration rocks the base, this one smaller, closer.(1/2)
“Breaching charges,” a technician says. “They’re inside.”You look at the monitors to see the bulk of EAGLE’s forces still pinned down around the base. A ruse perhaps. You have even less time than you hoped. “Order all forces engaged to fight on, those who can escape should make for the hangars. Destroy your consoles and go.”Dr. Mindbender and the others don’t hesitate.“Commander, we should get you out of here.” “After I get Juggernaut,” you reply. A loyal and capable subordinate for sure, but just as importantly a cybernetics testbed you can’t lose.The passageways of the base are deserted, the evacuation in full swing and all able bodied men fighting for their lives. It doesn’t take long for you to find Juggernaut and his command team posted in an intersection. “It’s time to go,” you tell him.An explosion down the hall interrupts any response he might have given. A wall of hot air and smoke washes over you a moment before the laser fire comes, scything down two of Juggernaut’s men.“EAGLE!” you shout to the others, “Kill them!” You grab Juggernaut by the arm and pull him away as your bodyguards and troopers return fire down the hall.“S-sir?”“You and I are leaving,” you explain, rifle in one hand, Juggernaut’s arm in the other. “This position is tenuous.” You’ll be lucky if the mercenaries show up to clear what’s left of EAGLE up.Something bursts deep in the base, something powerful, enough for the two of you to stagger and catch yourselves on the wall.“What-”“The generators are starting to go,” you say. You’d hate to be caught in the Dominator’s reactor room when those nuclear drives start to break down. “We have to hurry.”Now moving under his own power Juggernaut guides you through the rat’s warren of passages and back up to the surface. Most of the surface structures are poked full of holes and marred with gashes in their sides. You can distantly see a pair of interweaving twisters circling the edge of the base and pulling apart structures over there.A pair of Cobra transport planes brave this nightmare and take to the sky, shaking like leaves as they fight the wind and climb away.Your choices of escape are now limited. An abandoned, two-seater attack helicopter sits nearby sheltered from the wind by a half-crumpled hangar. Also nearby is a HISS tank as well as a faster attack jeep. Flying is the fastest and riskiest way out, while the HISS is armed and armored it is slower than the jeep.>Take the helicopter>Take the HISS tank>Take the jeep>Write in
>>4495920>Take the HISS tankIt's best to get away quickly and still have some offensive options.
>>4495920>Take the helicopter
>>4495920>Take the HISS Tank
>>4495933>Take the HISS tankIts time to nyoooomhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CH_ZAzuFWY
>>4495920>Take the HISS tank
>Take the HISS tank>Writing
“The tank!” you indicate the armored vehicle and climb its flank.Juggernaut is a step ahead of you, settling into the pilot’s position as you drop into the gunner’s seat behind him and pull the armored canopy closed.“Going to be close,” Juggernaut says as he toggles on the tank’s systems. Sub displays and HUDs lighting up.“Save the commentary,” you say, “and drive!”The speed of the vehicle surprises you given its size. It roars to top speed, treads chewing ground as it accelerates out of the ramshackle storage shed before turning away from the tornadoes and EAGLE assault forces to make for the far perimeter of the base.Laser fire spears by the tank, a few bolts striking its rear. In response, you bring the dorsal guns around and pepper the base with bolts of energy, setting fire to some scattered crates. Rain lashes the canopy above you, water running off in sheets as Juggernaut squints into the maelstrom. “If we can get far enough we can probably signal for evac.”In your gun sights you see EAGLE off road vehicles racing through the base to catch up with you. Gritting your teeth you fire, cycling the guns as fast as they can recharge, walking fire back and forth. You hit a few of them, destroying one and stalling out another, but the others are fast, and gaining. “Brace!”You lurch against your restraints as your tank smashes through the perimeter barrier and into the woods. “Can’t this thing go faster?” you fire again as you ask, the bolts lancing over an EAGLE vehicle which fires back, splintering a nearby tree.Juggernaut doesn’t answer as he busily tries to weave around trees while climbing the increasingly steep hillside.“I think we’ll-”A shrill electronic tone sounds in your cockpit, a warning of a missile that strikes only a second later. You feel the hit like a blow to the chin. The warhead detonates and rolls the whole tank on its side and across its roof. The canopy explodes inward as the tank rolls, shards of glass rattling off your mask as Juggernaut cries out. You’re jerked side to side and thrown against your restraints when the vehicle rolls to a stop on its side.(1/2)
You feel a dull pain in your body and note the restraints digging into your body. Your brother’s final moments were probably a lot like this. Rain water drips down on you from the broken canopy, beading and running across your chrome face mask.“Commander?” Juggernaut twists around in his seat to see you. “You alright?”“Out!” you undo your harness, grab your rifle and pull yourself from the tank, head still spinning. You catch a boot on a broken control panel and fall out of the tank, landing hard on the rain-soaked ground.Juggernaut lands on his feet beside you and helps you up, pain stabbing through your side. Something is severely bruised if not broken, maybe a rib. “You’re hurt, sir.”You push him away wrapping an arm around yourself to look back toward the base.“Move!” someone shouts. It’s a distant voice and you suspect it’s not one of yours.You turn and run without a word, struggling up the mountainside, Juggernaut beside you, pausing periodically to look behind you.You burst from the woods into a small, mostly level clearing, open ground. Hesitating, you consider following the woods when you hear approaching voices and snapping branches. No time. Into the clearing you go, staggering through the rain toward the darkness of the treeline on the far side. Almost there.You’re pinioned in a spotlight. A voice booms from a megaphone “Cobra Commander. Throw down your weapons and surrender. It’s over.”Squinting into the light you see dark figures on the edge of the woods gathered around some sort of armored vehicle. EAGLE troops. Panicked, you look over your shoulder and see more silhouettes slouching rapidly through the rain. Trapped.Behind you the storm is starting to let up, the tornadoes are gone, the storm clouds breaking up. The Weather Dominator either shut down or burned itself out you guess.Juggernaut tightens his grip on his own rifle, jaw set, eyes determined. He’s ready to go down shooting.>Open fire>Surrender
>>4496103do we have any grenades or smoke grenades or anything?
>>4496103>Open fire>GLORY TO COBRAAA
>>4496115You have only your rifle.
>>4496125if we throw the ammo mag of the laser rifle and get juggernaut to shoot the mag maybe it will make a blinding explosion that can help us get away
>>4496103Fuck, this is bad. The only way we're getting out of this is either in a body bag or in chains. The latter seems preferable, for now.>Surrender
>>4496127Yeah I dont think thats going to work lmao>>4496103Well capture is never the option for a literal war criminal like us. Open fire
>>4496103>"Run, Juggernaut." and then surrender.
>>4496136Lol what the fuck?
>>4496103>do what cobra commander does best, stall for time until the mercs arrive, we should have to wait only a few more minutes.>If they try to take us alive, open fire. Glory to Cobra!
>>4496103...Maybe this is a sign that we should take a hard look at our choices, and reconsider our life.>Surren---Pffft--yeah right! Take down as many of those clowns as we can! COBRAAAA!>Open fire
>>4496461Maybe if we demand to see who is taking us in, it will flush their CO into the open where we can get a clear line of fire."Is it not honourable to wish the victor well on his success?"Into'You shouldnt have stepped into the cobras reach!'
>>4496103Somehow I knew this was coming no matter where we hid, and how we escaped.>Stall for time.
>Open Fire>>4496123>>4496133>>4496139>>4496203>>4496461>>4496568>>4496601>>4496656>Open fireWriting
>>4496824Who's betting Juggernaught dies and we get knee capped?
“Last chance. You have ten seconds.”You tighten your grip on the rifle and face the sound of the voice. No time left to stall, this is it. These are the men who sent you on this path, the men who killed off who you were, the men who created what you are now.With a feral cry you shoulder your rifle, Juggernaut mirroring you. Squeezing the trigger you send a spray of laser fire toward the enemy. One of them cries out and the spotlight bursts with a flash of light. You track fire across the treeline, beside you Juggernaut pulses laser bolts into the half-seen armored vehicle.“Cobra!” You’re screaming. “Cobraaa!” You turn to suppress the forces behind you when a pair of bolts arc through Juggernaut’s torso. He jolts with each impact and falls face down and still. A third bolt strikes your thigh and spins you around to the ground. Your cry of rage is now mixed with pain, your gun arm seems so heavy now. The rifle lifts with some effort but only produces a dry click when you squeeze the trigger.Men are approaching from all directions.You grab for your pistol but are too slow, the soldiers are on you, kicking your weapons away and rolling you roughly onto your stomach, barking commands and ordering you to stand down. You continue to struggle even as pain stabs through your body from your cracked ribs and grazed leg. An EAGLE trooper puts a hand to Juggernaut’s neck. “This one’s had it, sir.”You are pulled roughly to your feet, snarling and turned to face a man. You’ve never met him before, never even seen him yet you can tell who he is. Square jaw, scarred cheek, a close crew cut. His EAGLE uniform fits him perfectly. The very image of martial perfection. Duke.Duke stops a pace away from you as your hands are cuffed behind your back. He stares into your face plate a moment, expression blank. This is the architect behind the death of Druzbha, this is the man who represents the system that destroyed your brother. He reaches out and seizes the bottom edge of your face mask and pulls it up and away.If you had fangs you’d strike, if you had venom you spit, instead you can only hiss in rage and dismay as your mask is removed. You’re eye to eye with Duke now with nothing to hide behind.He smiles wryly. “Cobra Commander.”You grit your teeth hard enough to make your head hurt. “Get a good look, GI Joe,” you snarl. “This is the face of your killer. This is the one who will make you grovel!”His smile tightens, eyes hardening. “Somehow I doubt that. Take him away.”The soldiers holding you drag you forcibly away from Juggernaut’s body, away from Duke. Behind them all you can make out the smoke rising from smoldering fires around Druzhba.***
Three weeks of hell.It feels like you’ve been decapitated. Like you’re blind, deaf, and mute. No more Cobra throne, now you have a cell. You don’t have weapons, tanks, and millions of dollars at your disposal, you have prison food and routine. They call you by a name here. It’s a name you used to use but it isn’t yours anymore.They stripped you of your uniform, stripped you of your mask, put you in a prison jumpsuit and put you . . . somewhere.Blackguard Maximum Security Prison. You know it’s underground and you know it’s very cold outside. That’s evident by the fur coats the visitors seem to have. Greenland? Norway? Canada? If Baroness were here she may know.In the days after your capture your blind animal rage subsided, replaced with a cold calculation. You won’t break. Cobra still exists in some form and it’s waiting for you. You know as much because in the first two weeks you had regular visits from military intelligence types plumbing your mind for info on your organization. You gave them nothing. Despite the beatings, despite the waterboardings, despite sleep deprivation and psychological warfare you gave them nothing. Crazy. That was the word they’d used to describe you. They just don’t understand your motivation. They don’t see the world for what it is and so to them you are acting irrationally.Before long they gave up. For now you languish here at Blackguard, some sort of question of extradition and jurisdiction. The old powers squabbling you imagine.A buzzer sounds the end of lunch. Next is something new. Something you’ve never had to deal with before. A visit with a psychologist.A guard leads you out of the cafeteria and into the narrow cement passageway that goes to the administrative section of the prison.A a checkpoint gate one of the prison guards grins sadistically as you approach. “Oh, Cobra Commander. Didn’t recognize you with that mask, sir.” He gives you a sloppy salute and chuckles.In the absence of your chrome mask you fashioned a simple fabric hood. A face mask with two holes for your eyes, enough to hide your face. The prison seemed disinterested in taking it from you. They let you have this much dignity.The guard makes an entry in his log. “Hey, tough break on the world domination plans, huh? On the plus side you get just live off the taxpayer dime until we finally put you down. Is that really so bad?”You ignore him, staring fixedly ahead. Surely Cobra is looking for you. Baroness combing intel records, Bludd training a rescue team. Ghost Bear scouting the perimeter.The guard leans in, “For a big bad terrorist leader I thought you’d have more fight in you. Hiding behind a stupid mask still?”>Headbutt him>Ignore him>”When I get out of here I’ll make sure you don’t survive.”>Write in
>>4496846>"The snake doesn't rise to the baiting of the rabbit">Ignore him.They will come.
>>4496854Anyone got an idea on what state Cobra is in? Destro has probably tried to step in and take control, Baroness and Ghostbear can at least be counted on to try and rescue us....Maybe Bludd, but he owes us nothing. It's too much to hope that Juggernaut was only playing dead, but Taipin is loyal. Otherwise, we're on our own.
>>4497002I miss Juggernaut already
>>4497089He was a loyal subordinate. Maybe get him a small bust or statue when we get out. "Died defending Cobra Commander". Get some appreciation for the loyal myrters.
>>4497103A tasteful bust for the first Cobra martyr.
>>4497103>>4497103We should get a small squad of elite troopers (named Juggernaut Squad) the same modifications and assign them as our elite battlefield bodyguards.
>>4497273It's probably best he died. Cobra commander has something wrong with him that lets him endure torture completely. Juggernaught may not have been so resistant.
Inconsequential. A bug. A worm. A screaming rabbit encircled by a constricting python.The guard snorts and depresses the buzzer switch unlocking his gate. It’s pushed aside and you’re led through the softer halls of the administrative section. Security is still paramount. Guards are stationed periodically, cameras watch your every move and there are check points evenly spaced throughout the space. Still, it has carpet, fake plants, and a few oil faux oil paintings on the wall.You’re brought to a door labeled ‘Dr. Rennenkampf’. A guard knocks and opens it. “Prisoner’s here for you.”Inside it looks like an ordinary psychologists office. Desk, chairs, couch, bookshelves, the exception is that there are no windows. Behind the desk is a woman, the doctor. She looks up from a file folder, yours. “Ah, come in. You can leave him here, I think there won’t be trouble.”The guards release you into the office and the door is closed. The psychologist studies you a moment in a way that makes you feel like a zoo animal. You stare back with a detached interest you hope mirrors hers. She seems young for the post, attractive enough for a prison psychologist. You take it that means she’s a wunderkind. This is a project of passion. She addresses you by a name. You ignore her and look over the bookshelves, catching titles pertaining to the criminal mind. Insanity. So that’s what they think you are?“You go by Cobra Commander.”“I do,” you say, turning attention back to her.“But what does that mean exactly?” she asks. “To command Cobra. Is it a military position?”You’re inclined to give her the same silence you gave your tormentors. The possibility that this is some sort of in depth ploy to get answers out of you has crossed your mind.“Commander,” she says, clearly feeling silly though trying to hide it. “I want to make one thing clear. I’m not here to hurt you or even to prosecute you for the crimes you’re accused of. I’m here to evaluate you and understand you.”“Very clinical of you, Doctor. To answer your question, the title is what it says. I command Cobra.”She seems to consider this a moment and then smiles. It’s a cool smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Why don’t you sit down? We have an hour. I think you’d enjoy some conversation.”“Do you?”She nods. “I’ve read your file. You’re an intelligent man. A background in technology, working in sales. Charismatic, well spoken, technically minded.”“Useful skills in my line of work.”“Terrorism?”You laugh. It’s a hollow sound. “Is that what they’re calling it? Terrorism?”(1/2)
“It’s hardly a normal line of work, whatever you call it.”“To quote the late Charles Addams, ‘What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly’.”“Do you see yourself as a spider?”You sit on one of the plus chairs opposite the doctor and drape an arm over the back, body posture relaxed, confident. “That’s a silly question to ask someone called ‘Cobra Commander’.”For a moment Rennekampf is bewildered, then she laughs. It seems genuine. She leans forward on her elbows, smirking at you. “I’d like to know more about you, Commander.”“Read your file.”“This?” she holds up the manila folder. “These are facts. Details. Date of birth, history. It gives me insight but doesn’t answer everything.”“That sounds like a personal shortcoming.”“Tell me about your brother.”The words hit you like slap in the face. It shouldn't come as a surprise. They know who you were, of course they know about your brother, but still, to hear it brought up this way-“You would have liked him,” you say. “All the things that I am now he was not. Honest, open, patriotic. The same qualities that killed him.”“Don’t you think his drinking had something to do with that? He was well over the legal limit at the time of his crash.”“And why do you think a nice young man like him picked up such a habit? I always saw it as a parting gift for his military service.”“You blame the military for what happened to him?”“Of course. A tree fell in the forest, who else to blame but the logger who cut it?”Rennekampf makes some note on a slip of paper in the file, pen scratching for a minute. She clicks the cap back on and puts it down. “You made that? Your hood?”“I had hoped it would eliminate confusion.”“Confusion?”“People seem to mistake me for someone else.”“Maybe it’s not them who are confused,” she says before pausing. “Grief is a powerful emotion, grief from losing a loved one even more so. Sometimes when someone close passes we transfer that blame to ourselves-”“I’m not the one who killed my brother,” you growl.“No, your brother saw to that himself. Now you wear a mask to hide your face, you stopped using your own name, you’ve tried to expunge any indication of who you used to be.”“That person died with my brother.”“Yet he’s still your brother. Do you feel the same about your wife? Your son?”Faces surface in your thoughts a moment but are just as swiftly extinguished.>They’ll have to live without me now>The man they loved is gone>Remain silent>Write in
>>4497333>"No one cared who I was until I put on the mask."
>>4497333>Examine the doctor, ignore her question and attempt to discern something about her to use against her.>[Lie] "They are family, I still hold some affection for them. But the man they know is dead."I think it would fit with Cobra commander to feed the doctor false information that sounds true to muddle their assessments. Psychology is already a "quibbly" subject anyway.
>>4497333Backing this >>4497342
>>4497333>The man they loved is gone
>>4497333>>The man they loved is gone
Another thing, is that we are some kind of passion project of hers. A feather in her cap to unravel the mind of the great terrorist Cobra Commander.So we can play into this. Ask or demand recompense in return for cooperation. For example the newspaper from 2 weeks ago regarding our arrest and the attacks on DC. It costs her little, we get to stay up to date on how our organisation is doing and we can even check the stocks of our companies, though that runs the risk of them figuring out what we are looking at.
>>4498139I wonder if we can Harley Quinn her.
>>4498183The though occured to me. It also occurs that this may be zartan seeking to assume our identity.But I dont think that the governments of the world will keep her with us for months at a time exactly for that reason. Which is something else we can use against her, she has limited time. If she DOESNT have limited time, then we can work on being a charismatic cult leader.
>>4497342>This write in>>4497342>>4497419>>4497461>>4497787>>4498199>The man they loved is gone>>4497428>>4497509>>4498027>>4498090>Write inWriting
You don’t answer right away. You can see what she’s trying to do. She hopes to elicit an emotional response from you. Something to prove to her that Cobra Commander is as much a facade as the hood you wear. A glimmer of a man behind the mask, something she can relate to.Why not let her have it?“They . . . are family,” you keep your tone neutral, as if you’re conceding a point. “I hold some affection for them, but the man they know is dead.”“I think if they were here they might disagree.” She smiles.“After what I’ve done,” you say remorsefully, “They wouldn’t recognize me.” Still, you don’t like being a bug on a glass slide. “I must say, Doctor, you’re perhaps the only person I’ve spoken to who doesn’t see me as a monster.”She looks up from her notes, “Do you think you’re a monster?”“You know that I don’t.”Rennenkampf is silent a few moments before speaking, “I think you’re a sick man. I think something in you broke years ago. It was something like . . . a cancer of the mind. An idea that grew and consumed you.”“If such a thing exists in my mind, I’m not the one who planted it there.”“But you don’t deny you’re sick?”“By your standards or mine?”“Tell me about your standards.”You delay before answering. “Doctor, how long have you been here?”“What?”You gesture to indicate the prison in a broad sweep. “Here. This place. Blackguard.”Ah. There it is. A crack. She looks self conscious for a moment.“Two weeks.”“So new!” you say with mock surprise. “They just transferred you in? Replacing someone else?”“I’m . . . to tell you the truth, Commander-” the title is forced when it comes from her lips. She feels silly. “-I requested this position. I worked hard for it.”“For what reason?”“For the chance to work with you.”You knew it before she said it, of course. You’re the feather in her cap, the case of legends, the big client. You’re the story that will make her name. She can publish books, do talking tours. You’re a chance of a life time, a meal ticket, you are her everything.“It seems you’re banking quite a lot on my cooperation.”Again, that sudden self-consciousness. This interview has become a business transaction and the balance of power is shifting slowly in your favor.(1/3)
“In a way.”“Tell me, Doctor, you’ve read my file, does it mention the attempt to interrogate me?”“Yes. You’ve displayed a remarkable resilience.”“Chalked up to whatever you think is broken in my mind, no doubt.”No answer.You lean back triumphantly. “I’d like to make a deal with you, Doctor. A mutual arrangement.”“I can’t promise anything.”“I’m sure. I’m not asking you for a metal file or a sharpened spoon,” you laugh. “I’d just like a newspaper.”“Newspaper?”You nod. “Black and white and read all over? Yes, a newspaper. I’m cooped up in this concrete box until they ship me off to whatever country has the most clout to be tried as a war criminal or a murderer or whatever other label they stick on me. I’m just curious about the affairs outside these four walls. As dangerous as I am, I can’t kill with a newspaper.”“And in return you will cooperate with my questions? You’ll give me an honest interview?”You grin and lean in, “I’ll let you probe the depths of my deranged mind to your heart’s content.”Rennenkampf smiles back. “It’s a deal.”And a worthwhile one at that. She was quick in procuring a newspaper. It’s a generic INN publication, it could come from anywhere so it doesn’t clue you in on your location, but it does answer some questions about the current state of affairs and Cobra at large.You read it voraciously. A piece on memorial services for deaths sustained in DC and at EAGLE HQ. There are quite a few, something that brings a little joy to your heart. The cataclysmic polar melt has been halted it seems with the new implementation of weather control technology, no doubt stolen from your own designs. A minor setback really. It seems from the stock pages that untold damage was done economically across the globe. Extensive Enterprises stock is high and stable, it rode out the crash well. MARS Industries likewise saw a large spike in profitability tapering off with the end of hostilities in Asia.(2/3)
More alarming is the announcement of a joint undertaking between China and Russia, the development of inter-military cooperation. It seems they wised to your meddling in their affairs and are now seeking to solidify ties. The newest offshoot of this is an elite military force known externally as the October Guard. A sort of eastern equivalent to EAGLE.Still, there is very conspicuously no mention of Baroness, Destro, or any of your other top lieutenants, or even mention of Cobra beyond declaring the organization ‘scattered’.Finished, you neatly fold the paper and slide it under your pillow and lay down on your bunk, staring at the bare ceiling. Your interview with Rennekampf went well enough. Once you found her weakness for hearing the ‘true confessions of a broken mind’ you began to gush about the deep inner conflict you felt regarding your role in Cobra as well as your deep desire to return to society. Lies.Imagining new stories to feed her helped pass the time and helped to reel her in more. You’re considering at next session trying to bring her around to your way of thinking though it will mean backpedaling some of your more outrageous lies.A buzzer sounds and your door unlocks. Feeding time. Following the general flow of foot traffic you join the other prisoners in the expansive cafeteria and get served. The population of this prison has been hard to ascertain through observation. They are all men, clearly dangerous, and not tied to one another. They seem to be an international assortment of civil and military criminals, terrorists and thieves. It’s your sort of crowd though none of them are Cobra-affiliated. Once served you exit the line of prisoners and survey the room, the groups gathering to eat and make quiet conversation. So far you’ve kept to yourself. You catch strange looks sometimes but can’t tell if they are fear, contempt, or awe.Waiting for rescue has been your plan so far but the truth may be that you’re simply undiscoverable or too well protected. Maybe you should start working for your own salvation, either by making useful allies through mutual support or by exercising your normal modus operandi and taking control of these scum.>Keep to yourself>Start taking charge>Try to make allies>Write in
>>4500189>Make allies>Cobra doesn't TRY anything, It does or does not.
>>4500189>Make a few strong but reliable allies>Start taking chargeWe require men of loyalty and some brawn to form a cohesive bloc of power. And once we have force of arms and numbers on our side, we become a more attractive prospect. Power feeds reputation which feeds power.Once we have a few reliable individuals at our side who can see the benefit of short term gang and long term if we break out, then we can start taking further control of the prison populace and begin to listen and learn. The layout, armourments, accents of the guards and so on and so forth.
>>4500207Ditto, let’s start running this, we’ve got a Quinn in it’s infancy, we could really have some fun with this >Inb4 Rennenkampf (Kickass Name btw) ends up running our Cult
>>4500189>Try to make allies>Start taking charge>Your interview with Rennekampf went well enough. Once you found her weakness for hearing the ‘true confessions of a broken mind’ you began to gush about the deep inner conflict you felt regarding your role in Cobra as well as your deep desire to return to society. Lies.We can tell her two conflicting factions of ideas in us, and let her come to the conclusion that its cognitive dissonance or something. We either let her think we don't realize it or deny it, or somewhere in between.
You’ll need loyal men and muscle. Once you have a cohesive power bloc and some numbers you’ll become a more attractive prospect for drawing in potential recruits. Power feeds reputation which feeds power.A prison gang is a long shot from Cobra, but it’s a start. Walking between the tables you spot a group of men who seem to fit a mold. Burly, fair-skinned, square jawed. Their bearing suggests soldiers, the star tattoo on one of their biceps suggests Soviet bloc. They look up and sneer at you as you pass. One leans to whisper something to another and they chuckle. Too cohesive, they’d tear you apart and break you down. You keep walking and spot a man alone. Asian features, tall, wide, a refrigerator of a man. A start. Casually you sit, acting like you might around a wild animal, not making fast moves, not making eye contact.Your new neighbor has no such limitations and stares at you. “You looking for trouble or something?” he asks at last.After a moment of silence you allow yourself a glance at him. “Always. But not with you.”“You’re that nut job, aren’t you? The one who won’t show his face.”“That’s what they say.”“Why’s everyone so afraid of you? You don’t look like much.”“Exactly why they’re afraid of me. What are you in for?”He grins, “The Northern Liberation Army. The Osaka Anthrax attack? That was us.”Socialist revolutionaries. Kids without imagination and their elders who think the Soviet Union was the closest thing to heaven on earth. Easy pickings.“Bold, decisive,” you say. “But not clean enough if they got you.”He shrugs and shovels food into his mouth. “You’re one to talk.”“The difference is that my people are coming back for me.”(1/2)
He laughs.“What’s your name?”“Call me Karasu.”“Karasu,” you repeat.“They call you Cobra Commander?”“They do.”He laughs. “Not much of a commander anymore, are you?”You only smile back. “Let me prove it to you.”Karasu stops, intrigued. “Prove?”“Let me show you why people trust me. Why people work for me.”“How?”“How would you like me to?”He studies your eyes a moment before snorting. “You are crazy. The old man told me to stay away from you.”“Old man?”Karasu looks at you again like you’re nuts. “You don’t know?”“I’m out of the loop.”“Bordeaux,” he says, nodding with his head toward a man eating in silence with a few others. Bordeaux has long greying hair and his left eye is covered with a patch that has the hints of major scarring peaking out around it.“The old man. A big name back in the nineties,” he says. “Boredeau had them all running scared until he bit off too much. A lot like you I think.” Karasu beams.Someone you’ll definitely need to make contact with.“Now how are you going to impress me?”You’re by no means the strongest or most able fighter in the world, but you have three factors on your side. Intelligence, surprise, and raw determination.>incapacitate Karasu with a sneak attack>I’m going to knock those big Russian bastards down a notch>I’ll show the guards why they should be afraid of me>Write in
>>4500447>see that guard? Let's make an impression shall we?Target a guard that isnt normally on our block, hit him in the throat or other weak tissue with a food tray, then savage them as much as we can until we are taken down. Hes a revolutionary, he will enjoy the fight against the power. It also earns us no enemies amongst the inmates.
>>4500447>I’ll show the guards why they should be afraid of me
>>4500447>>I’ll show the guards why they should be afraid of meIs deranged violence the CC way though? Our power has always been through persuasion, maybe start a prison fight by egging on two opposing groups?
>>4500447>I’ll show you why people should be afraid of meIncite a riot, target a guard in the chaos
>>4500582That is much more in line with CCs abilities. Social engineering motherfucker.
You look around the room again and take note of all the power players here. “Let’s make an impression shall we? Which guard is the biggest bastard?”Karasu gawks a moment in disbelief before inclining his head toward one in particular. He’s nothing special, run of the mill from what you’ve seen, but you know appearances are deceiving. Now you just need an opening, but that should be no problem for someone of your skill. This place is a powder keg and you’re a flame. You rise from the table, tray in hand and start back for the tray return, your path running past the Russian gang. You have one chance. It’s a long shot but you think you can make it work either way.You suddenly divert and sit, now among the Russians. This is clearly something they were not expecting and a dozen eyes turn to you at once. You don’t look at any of them, not until they all look to their leader for guidance, their gaze drawn like moths to the flame, now you have a target.“Are you fucking lost?” the man asks. “No.” You’re banking on your status as a celebratory here, someone the guards will have no choice but to keep alive. “You’re carrying, is that right?” His eyes widen slightly before narrowing in suspicion. An educated guess that a group like this would keep weapons or contraband of some kind on themselves. One that seems correct. “Get rid of whatever you’ve got,” you say.He barks a single laugh, a sound like a gunshot. “Rid? What for? Why?”You spot a guard approaching from the corner of your eye, likely to try to save you from certain death at the hands of these bruisers. “A shake down. I heard in admin that they’re going to try to break you up.” And now, with perfect, almost theatrical timing, you turn your head to look at the approaching guard and then back at the leader. “Time’s up.”(1/3)
“Prisoner,” the guard says, addressing you, “Move along.”“We’re having a talk,” the Russian ringleader says.“Didn’t ask you for shit,” the guard retorts, eyes fixed on your own. “Get away.” He doesn’t see the fist that connects with his jaw until it’s too late, the single blow acting as a one hit knockout, his body going limp onto the floor.This single spark touches off a conflagration as the Russians rise in unity to resist anticipated tyranny and the other prisoners egg on the chaos. As trays and fists fly against batons you drop to the floor and scuttle, moving as quick as you can through the throng of prisoners. Your ears ring with the sounds of cheering and the thud of impacts on bodies, the grunts of those hit.Ahead you spot him, the target. He’s not watching you, he’s advancing on the fight, baton in hand.Gripping your tray you rise up and swing it like you’re felling a tree. The tray edge catches him in the throat just before your foot catches him in the back of the knee, dropping him. You’re careful to stay in his blind spot as you kick full force into his ribs, receiving a hoarse grunt in response. You drop down, driving your knee into the small of his back, seizing a handful of hair, pulling his head back and bouncing it against the linoleum floor with a thump that makes a primal nausea rise in you. Done.Just in time.Riot response systems kick on, automatic tasers and rubber bullet shotguns deploying from armored blisters in the ceiling.An amplified voice orders everyone on the ground and you comply, laying down and interlacing your fingers over the back of your neck as the riot response team storms the room to take down any prisoners still resisting. You risk a look toward Karasu who is grinning ear to ear at you from where he lies on the floor.The rest of the day is less exciting. The guard you attack and a few others are taken to the infirmary. You were careful not to kill him because you knew that would only spark a deeper investigation. As it is, that final head blow was hopefully enough to deal a concussion and maybe put some doubt into his recollection of events. No one would bother to check the cameras with all attention on the Russians and their valiant stand against oppression. The Russians will see you as a reliable source of information, someone trying to look out for them. Only Karasu knows the truth, though even he has half the picture.It’s a small start, but this seed is the formation of your first network within the prison. You have one loyal and capable followers and a handful of lackeys who gravitate toward you and Karasu.(2/3)
It’s three days later when Bordeaux finally stops by.“I read about you,” he says.You look up from the newspaper you’re reading to see the old man stand framed in the open doorway of your cell. It’s late in the day, a limited period of free time where most of the prison population exercises or does menial labor. You’re exempt from these tasks and spend it plotting instead. You tuck the newspaper back under your pillow. “Is that so?”He steps inside, looking around your bare cell. “Oui. You have the world running scared before you get captured. A meteoric rise and fall.”“If you’re here to gloat-”He holds up a hand to stop you, “Please. Spare me. I am here to speak with you. I think you are a disgrace.”Hot anger pumps in your chest. “Oh? I’m curious how common trash like you could come to that conclusion.”Bordeaux chuckles. “Temper. You know who I am?”“Some old hot shot.”He chuckles. “Of course you don’t. I was like you, Cobra Commander. I had grand ambitions, a plan. My story ended with betrayal and cowardice. My followers melted away from me. But I have something you do not.”“And what’s that?”“I was not afraid. There is merit to strike from the shadows, but if you live in them then you will never leave them.”>What do you know? You’re in prison the same as me.>Why do you care about my plans?>What do you suggest? I get a daytime talk show? Run a telethon?>Write in
>>4501340>Then you believe it better to stand up and declare your existance with a known base and challenge the world to assail it? There is merit to your train for thought but it is not Cobras. Paramilitary and never being found were the keys to success, when the old powers change their tactics it was to adopt what was used against them.>But you dont care for justifications, so speak your peice.He is a potential ally, so hold our temper and learn why he seeks us out. Perhaps he is coming to seek alliance or perhaps to mock us. Until we know, we should wait and observe.
>>4501340> 'Forgive me if I don't take advise on my plans from a self-professed failure. Any great work begins with a foundation away from sight.'
>>4501340>>What do you know? You’re in prison the same as me.
“'Forgive me if I don't take advice on my plans from a self-professed failure.”Bordeaux only chuckles.“ Any great work,” you explain, “begins with a foundation away from sight. How can Cobra operate out of the shadows?”“That’s fine, go ahead, take a shot at me,” he says. “Easy target, I understand, but I’m the only sonuvabitch in this place who actually wants to help you.”“Help?” You’re dubious.He leans on the interior wall of your cell, arms folded. “I know what you want. I’ve seen what you’ve done out there. Like me or not I am rooting for you. Maybe you can stand to take some advice.”It’s your turn to laugh, “If I took advice I would still be selling software.”“Humor me.”You shrug, “I am the definition of a captive audience.”“To address your first comment, yes, you are correct. Your foundation must be painstakingly built in secrecy. A network of informants and zealots at your beck and call. Cobra seems to fit that bill well, but you’re missing a key aspect of a snake, something I am surprised a man like you might miss.”“And what’s that?”He grins, “Terror. Weaponized fear. A cobra is not powerful because of its ability to remain unseen or to be hidden. It’s powerful because of how absolutely terrified we are of it.” Since you don’t object, he continues. “Hissing, striking, flaring its hood, these can put fear into an enemy’s heart.”“That’s why men kill snakes on sight.”“They kill even benign ones,” he retorts. “A threatening snake gives pause. A cobra can clear a room. You have your hidden foundation, you must now strike entirely out of proportion to your size.”“I formed my own organization precisely so I could avoid suffering the orders of others.”He holds up his hands placatingly, “Not an order. A suggestion.”“And what do you get out of this suggestion? Sabotaging my efforts? You think I’ll reward you with a position of power?”“I want to see you succeed, this isn’t a trick. A simple wish from an old man.”>Go waste your time on someone else>Tell me about your organization>Alright, I’ll take the support you can offer>Write in
>>4502486>An old man who offers his advice to many others of the prison, even warning them away from me. So tell me Bordeaux, why would you tell me how to run my organisation when I am stuck in here? Perhaps thinking cobra will kick down the door and set me loose to carry your designs and ideals to the wider world?The man is probably near death and knows it, his clock is up. So if he truly wants nothing more than to root for us.>Tell me about your old contacts and networks in the outside, caches, bases and other such materials to persecute my war, as well as how you were betrayed. Do this and I will use them to persecute my work to completion.
>>4502486Ignore his advice and focus on building up our own gang and gathering intel on a potential escape.
>>4502490His advice is good though. That's not in question. The question is getting to the root of why he is giving it us.Personally I think he sees us as a spiritual successor to his own organisation, and if that's the case we should milk it for all it's worth.
>>4502486>Tell me about your organization
>>4502486Let's hear about his organization
>>4502486>>Tell me about your organization
>Tell me about your organization>writing
You study Bordeaux a moment. Tired, worn down by the place. He might just mean what he says. Abrasive? Certainly. But a potential ally or useful tool. “Tell me about your organization.”He grins. “It was nothing like what you built with Cobra. We called ourselves the Five Eyes.”At once recognition dawns. “The Aswan Dam attack.”Bordeaux’s grin widens. “That was us.”“Threatening a neutral state was a good idea in principle, but you should have known larger countries would get involved.”“See,” he says, “That’s what you’re missing. When we threatened to flood out the Nile we were not just threatening Egypt, we were showing the whole third world that the super powers of the world had no interest in their welfare. I can’t tell you how far the ransom money from that attack went. I had a very promising bid on some NBC weapons.”“I’m sure the Soviet collapse was like Christmas for you.”He laughs. “Always wanted my own nuclear weapon. The ones worth the most have cost prohibitive maintenance issues though.”“What were you after?”“Same as you. Power.”“And you’ve given up?”“Maybe,” he says with a sigh. “The world changed. When the Soviets fell it seemed like all that was left was to go after the West and we’d have the whole thing in the bag. I didn’t anticipate this newfound spirit of cooperation.”“It’s paper thin,” you say.“Of course it is. But for us, it was enough. I didn’t have . . . tanks, helicopters, missiles, submarines. You have all the weapons of war and more. My only point is that when you get out of here you should make them dance to your tune. Take the initiative so they don’t have a chance too. If they are busy reacting to you then they can’t hunt you down.”(1/3)
“So you think I’m getting out of here and want to hitch a ride? Is that it?”“Take me or leave me. My preference is to get out of here but I know sucking up to you won’t do me any good. In fact I think you’re likely to make my life here a lot more uncomfortable in the short term.”“Stay out of my way and there won’t be trouble.”“I’m looking out for the others, like Karasu.”Touching, you can’t help but laugh at this pathetic display of empathy. “This place has made you soft, old man.”“Maybe,” he says. “Maybe my priorities are just different. I know the men in here and I don’t want to see them get thrown away on some scheme.”“I’m not in the business of throwing lives away.”“Then I’ll do what I can to help you until you can get out. What do you need?”Truthfully you can’t say you trust the old man yet. What his organization did in the past was remarkable and he had some interesting ideas for the direction you should take, yet he was most certainly not a blind follower. “Tell me about contacts you have on the outside. Caches, bases, any material we can use.”“I’ve been out of the game a long time. My networks have been broken up, my supplies raided. If by chance we both get out of here I’d gladly lend my voice to yours. I’m not sure how much a Five Eyes endorsement will get you but I’ll give it.”Over the following days chats with Bordeaux become part of your routine. He recounts stories of past exploits and future plans, some of which sound interesting enough to file away. You’re particularly fond of his plants to attack the financial sector directly. Dirty bombs to irradiate gold reserves, nerve gas attacks on stock trading floors, viruses in market trading AIs.(2/3)
These schemes are far from your mind however during your visits with Dr. Rennekampf. She’s become more relaxed with you, recording your conversations and taking notes, only interrupting your stories with the occasional question.“You think then that Communism and Capitalism are equally responsible for what you call a ‘sorry state of affairs’?” She looks up from her notes as she asks it.“I defy you to tell me that the world is doing well.”“Crime is down,” she says, “Warfare. Economies are up-”You chuckle. “Crime is down because people have become complacent being slaves. We’re seeing the end of warfare as the ruling class, whether they call themselves ‘sir’ or ‘comrade’ are beginning to interconnect and inter-cooperate more. It’s all a facade though, China and Russia were at one anothers' throats over what amounts to chipped paint on a global scale, a fender bender. The fact is that what you’re describing, doctor, is a lot like this place. It’s a quiet prison.”“And you think that your attacks are beneficial?”“Of course. The destruction of the old order by any means. I don’t think some dead German economist has the answer anymore than a suit on Wall Street. The fact is that there’s only one person on this planet I trust with my own fate.”“Yourself?”“Precisely. A sentiment that others seem to share.”She lays down her pen and looks up at you. “Have you considered the possibility that this is all . . . an elaborate coping mechanism?”Were anyone else to ask you that you would probably fly into a rage, but you’ve become used to the doctor’s simplistic and insulting questions. The products of a narrow world view. “What do you mean?”“I mean that you’re an intelligent person, Commander, if a little misguided. You believe that the world, the whole world would be better off under the command of a single person. Perhaps because you think that the world did your brother a grave disservice and you could avoid it.”You don’t like her fixation on your brother’s involvement in all this, it seems to be a fact that everyone gravitates toward. Still, let her see humanity in you where there is none. “And would that be wrong? It was for the sake of these people that he died. A lost servant, destroyed in their wars.”“Haven’t your own wars destroyed just as many?”“In service to a much more worthy cause, I assure you.”She tries to hide her smile, to maintain a professional demeanor, but she fails. You can tell that deep down she loves this. She finds you and your views fascinating. While she doesn’t necessarily agree you think she finds them refreshing on some level. Novel.>Haven’t you wanted to rule the world, Doctor?>If I am released through some mercy perhaps I could show you my designs>Tell me, Doctor, are you a pacifist? Why do my actions bother you?>Write in
>>4503730How best to turn her...>Are you a pacifist doctor? Why do my actions bother you so much?>If you think that it isn't the twin systems of commence which is causing such a sorry state of affairs, where do you attribute the blame?If we can find her objections, and things she is malcontent with, then we can tailor our arguments to present Cobra and our ideology as the answer. We're sauve enough
>>4503748And if she really wants to bring up "Lost servants" we can bring up juggernaught. A man who was wounded in our service and who we helped back to better than peak fitness. He gave us his loyalty and we gave him Muffled laughing ours.
>>4503730>Tell me, Doctor, are you a pacifist? Why do my actions bother you?
>>4503730>Tell me, Doctor, are you a pacifist? Why do my actions bother you?>Haven’t you wanted to rule the world, Doctor?>I also like >>4503751's suggestion
>>4503751I like this idea too
>Tell me, Doctor, are you a pacifist? Why do my actions bother you?+>Write insWriting
“Tell me, Doctor, are you a pacifist?”She blinks at the question. “I wouldn’t describe myself that way.”“Then why is it that my actions bother you so much?”“It’s a matter of . . . it’s a social question. The difference between self-defense and murder.”“What is warfare if not institutionalized murder? Do the third world nations that have their governments toppled pose any threat to the powers that be?”“I’m not the right person to discuss global politics with, Miste- Commander.”“Did I tell you about my capture?”“Bits and pieces,” she says.“Did I tell you about Juggernaut?”“A follower of yours?”“One of the best. The most loyal. A man with nothing left to lose. He was destroyed, emotionally and physically and I built him back up. Murdered by EAGLE forces during my capture. In their haste to take me alive they made no effort to spare his life.”“I was told you resisted capture.”“They would tell you that, wouldn’t they?” A bold faced lie. But a convenient one. Let her wonder about your degree of guilt and culpability in Juggernaut’s death. “I gave him purpose, strength, unity of purpose and they took it all from him.”You risk a glance and see that Rennenkampf has a blank expression, a professional detachment, but her eyes betray softer feelings.“If you think that it isn't the twin systems of commence which are causing such a sorry state of affairs, where do you attribute the blame?”“Why do I need to lay blame? You act as though I share your worldview.”You chuckle, “Doctor, I think deep down everyone shares my world view. They’re just too afraid to admit it.”“Why is that?”“The ramifications are terrifying.” Rennenkampf is silent, inviting you to continue. “Our civilization is built as an altar to the god of progress. The holy ideal that over time we improve and develop and grow. That we evolve together.”“And the truth?”“That we are two steps removed from apes bashing each other’s skulls with rocks. The truth is that power is there for the taking and that safety and freedom are illusions that can be banished at any time. The American Dream is a lie.”She writes something. “You think you can avoid that struggle by climbing to the top of the body pile as it were?”“Of course.” You decide to throw a bone for the bleeding heart you suspect exists deep in that collected exterior. “But more than that, if I can expose the system for what it is then people can truly live their lives.”(1/2)
More notes, no response. “You don’t agree?”She looks up. “Honestly? I think your methods are barbaric and your worldview too narrow. We don’t make ourselves better by tearing down everything we’ve built.”“Even though they are built on the backs of the weak?”No answer. A chink in the armor.>I don’t want to cause death, I’m working for the greater good>Sacrifice is necessary for improvement>The sad truth is that I am the lesser of all evils>Write in
>>4505201>Sacrifice is necessary for improvement
>>4505201She's a bleeding heart alright, and squeamish about the nessecity of death. So sacrifice is necessary conflicts with our message somewhat. Saying "Death isnt what we want" could make our case more sympathetic but 'The greater good' may just have her attribute it to our mental illness. So let's try something like"I dont seek death, I seek reformation. But the only reformation ever gained always ends in blood, no matter how hard we try and avoid it. And Cobra has been positively restrained in its actions, only biting at the most sinful of individuals."
>>4505201>The sad truth is that I am the lesser of all evils>A honest tyrant with a vision is better than a liar who hides in the shadows, with no goals other than perpetuating his power, his existence, his empire built from the backs of the powerless. I want to burn it all down, so a better world can rise from the ashes.Laying it on too thick?
>>4505295A bit thick. It's a question of getting her used to our brutality now or when she's a bit deeper in.
>>4505201>Think of it like this, people continue to die and fight for the next millenia until we wipe ourselves out, or we go through a little growing pain to end famine and war, poverty and racism forever.
>>4505359I suppose I'll switch to this, maybe a little more elegant tho
“Think of it like this, Doctor, people will continue to fight and die for the next millennia or more, long enough that we’re more likely to wipe ourselves out first. Or we go through a little growing pain to end famine, war, poverty, and racism forever.” You count them off on your fingers. “In just a few years of temporary upheaval we can stamp out the greatest evils that mankind has spawned.”Rennenkampf smirks at you as she finishes a note. “You certainly think highly of yourself. Do you really think you can end all of these blights single-handedly?”“I think I am the best and only person for the job, Doctor. Most other men have moral hangups or personal quirks. Greed, corruption, nepotism. You should know well enough that I am devoid of all of those.”Rennenkampf is momentarily at a loss, you know full well that whatever diagnosis she’s given you will be clear that your only motivator is a lust for power.“Yes but do you really value human life so lightly that you consider it a part of doing business?”“On the contrary. As I said, a short shock is preferable to a prolonged death. The American revolution wasn’t without bloodshed yet I imagine you think it was beneficial.”She gives you a look that is momentarily skeptical. Canadian, you decide.“The specific revolution isn’t important, what matters is that good can come from evil, Doctor. Just very few men are willing to do evil in the name of good.”Rennenkampf is momentarily dumbfounded, you see it in her eyes. You’ve made an impact. Perhaps you’ve given her the title for her next bestseller. Evil in the Name of Good - The story of Cobra Commander, Dr. Marissa Rennenkampf. It has a ring to it, controversial enough to stir the pot. She frantically writes a note after composing herself.(1/2)
“There is something else, Doctor,” you say. “I wonder if I might trouble you for another newspaper.”An hour later you’re in your bunk reading the news. Little has changed on the outside. Business as usual except for a small section related to a break in at the Okayama Geological Research Laboratory. You’re not familiar enough with the lab to say what was stolen, but the article remarks on the speed and precision of the robbery as well as the scope. Ten different research buildings were infiltrated near simultaneously. It has the markings of a Cobra operation. It’s foolish but . . . you feel a sense of relief as well as a sense of despair. It’s concrete proof to you that Cobra lives on in some form, well enough to undertake large scale operations with some sort of plan in mind.But . . . You lay the paper down and stare at the bare ceiling. But it also means that Cobra’s primary goal isn’t your freedom, or they still don’t know where you are. Men like Destro could easily bull Baroness and the others to following his lead. The Crimson Twins could have gone their own way, taken the money and run so to speak. Cobra might now be splintering into competing factions or-You push the thoughts aside. You don’t accept a hopeless situation. There’s always a way forward. It just means you can’t rely on others to escape this place. You’re suspecting now that Blackguard Prison is in Canada’s far north based on Rennenkampf’s likely nationality, the language of the guards, and the evident cold weather. If that’s correct it means the outside is hostile but not unlivable. You might be able to breakout and escape. You’ll need to begin formulating a plan if that’s to happen.The first and most obvious solution is the construction of a tunnel. You should be able to work in conjunction with Karasu and your other lackeys to dig such an artifice. It risks detection but is otherwise fairly safe. A riot is another possibility. Complex and dangerous, but if you can get the right prisoners on your side and find the right time and way to strike you might be able to seize control of the prison by force and slip away with a small team before the guards reassert control.There is also the possibility of escaping via subterfuge. Disguising yourself as a guard or other authorized employee. Your face isn’t well known which will play to your advantage and you might be able to swing Rennenkampf into helping you, but it will require outside assistance and the risk of soliciting the wrong person is high.>Escape tunnel>Take control of the prison by force>Escape through subterfuge or bribery>Write in
>>4509441>Escape tunnel, with a riot to cover the actual escape.
>>4509441It occurs to me that we could solicit the aid of stormshadow and his clan...but that puts us in the debt of their master, whom we need to eliminate at a later date. Ghost bear is another option, but he isn't the subtle sort.But then there is the most cartoon oriented plan. Which is engage a riot, before cornering and wiping out a team of prison guards sent in to stop the riots, take their uniforms and retreat claiming the prisoners have 'our' weapons and we need to resupply/close off the wing.
>>4509441>Take control of the prison by force
>>4509450This, prison break style
>>4509450Supporting Riots are too chaotic in nature and are often subdued quickly
>>4509441This >>4509450 but yell COBRA! while we do it.
An escape tunnel seems the best option. Even better if it’s covered with the chaos of a riot. Gathering the necessary digging implements should be simple enough with your network of contacts, and given that this prison is already underground as near as you can tell it will be a simple feat to get started through, say, a drain grate.Karasu and a few other trusted hands can do the actual digging. As far as staging a riot, that also should be a simple matter. You’ve made good on deals with some of the power players in this place who see you as a curiosity rather than a threat. You’re not sure how much Bordeaux knows but you’ve decided to leave him in the dark on this for now. He’s no use physically speaking and his previous experience won’t make him an expert in tunneling.You get the word out through Karasu that you’re digging and find a suitable location beneath a loose water grate in a maintenance room. Digging schedules are arranged and tools are gathered. The work will take days, but once the riot begins you can rapidly accelerate your efforts for the last stretch, with all the attention focused on the inside the guards likely won’t notice you slipping away.This pattern continues unhindered for several days with slow progress being made on your preferred escape route. It’s painful to wait, but time is a resource you have in abundance here. The tunnel goes from a bare scrape in the hard earth to a narrow crevice that one man at a time can slip into. This pattern is broken by the arrival of EAGLE.(1/2)
You’re in the mess, eating with Karasu and the others when you see them, a pair of uniformed soldiers flanking their leader, Duke, in the center. His eyes meet yours and you see the hint of a smile on his face. It’s not dissimilar from the look he gave you when Juggernaut was killed.Within minutes you’re taken back to an empty interrogation cell and seated across from Duke and his men.“Always a pleasure, Cobra Commander.” The sarcasm is thicker than ever.“I wish it were mutual.”A series of photographs are slid to you. You recognize Atla Naval base, long since abandoned by your forces.“Recognize it?”“Ex-Soviet. A naval base.”“Your base,” Duke says. “The one you used to conduct those submarine attacks on shipping in the South China Sea I expect.”You smile beneath your hood. “But no one was home.”“No,” he frowns. “What other bases do you have?” You chuckle, “This game again? You’ve read my psych file Duke, haven’t you? There’s nothing you can do to make me tell you anything.”He drums his fingers on the table, a slow staccato beat, the rolling of a drum. His eyes don’t leave yours. After a moment he nods to his companions who rise without a word and leave the room.Duke draws a knife from his boot and lays it down on the table in front of himself. The blade is nearly a foot long with a deadly edge to it. If you weren’t handcuffed you might go for it.“Tell me,” Duke says slowly, “Everything you know about the Seismic Inducer.” He doesn’t add ‘or else’ but he doesn’t need to.You can only assume it has to do with the break in at that geological research lab, but beyond that you’re at a loss.>I don’t know anything about it. I’ve been locked away down here.>Pitiful. Is that toy supposed to scare me?>Is this the behavior of a soldier? Of an American hero? Threatening a defenseless man?>Write in
>>4510729>Is this the behavior of a soldier? Of an American hero? Threatening a defenseless man?>I don’t know anything about it. I’ve been locked away down here.>As you can see, I am not in contact with them. They didn't even come to my rescue. Yet.A bit of taunting is in character, but we should give in and tell the truth for now. Getting in solitary confinement or under close watch this close to escaping would be bad.
>>4510729>”A seismic inducer you say? Interesting. But I have been locked up here with no communication with the outside. Tell me, Duke, how would I know, much less get orders out when I am watched and under guard in an unknown location 24/7? You act like COBRA was the only paramilitary organization out there. If they are behind this, it is without my knowledge. But it could be Al-Queda, ISIS, or any number of rogue states. Are you so foolish as to think the United States and Western Democracies in general are loved throughout the world? The narco states of Central and South America, the warlords of Africa, the religious zealots of the Middle East, the authoritarians of East Asia. None of them are fans. All of them have the means to do what you are trying to pin on me.” *chuckling* “Are your intelligence agencies so poor that your only option is to blame a defunct organization who’s leadership you have either captured or killed? I used to think your finding our base was a coup by your intelligence. Now I think it was just dumb luck.”
>>4510729>Is this the behavior of an american hero?>Supporting >>4510761Oh duke duke duke, You're such a pathetic grovelling moron. Death doesn't scare me and Pain is meaningless. But you are and it isn't to you.Now you can grovel for information you won't get, or you can kill me, or you can put your toy away and go back empty handed.
>>4510761Holy crap, this. Give Duke the Yoga Flame, so to speak.
>>4510729backing this >>4510761
>>4510761+1I wish to see this man's blood pressure spike.
”A seismic inducer you say? Interesting.” You say the words with as much glee as you can manage. It’s true after all, if that is what Cobra is working on in your absence then you feel an even stronger urge to return. Channeling that frustration into your words you continue. “But,” you sigh, “I’ve been locked up in here with no communication with the outside. Now, tell me, Duke, how would I know about such a thing? Much less get orders out when I am watched and under guard in an unknown location 24/7? Hmm?” You smile beneath your hood, eyes locked on Duke’s stone-like face. “You act as if COBRA is the only paramilitary organization out there,” you say. “If they are behind this then it’s without my knowledge. But it could be Al-Qaeda, ISIS, or any number of rogue states.”Duke says nothing.You snort. “Are you really so foolish as to think the United States and Western democracies in general are loved throughout the world? The narco states of Central and South America, the warlords of Africa, the religious zealots of the Middle East, the authoritarians of East Asia. None of them are fans. All of them have the means to do what you are trying to pin on me.” The absurdity of it all washes over you and you laugh, a callous, cruel sound. “Are your intelligence agencies so poor that your only option is to blame a defunct organization whose leadership you have either captured or killed? I used to think your finding our base was a coup by your intelligence. Now I think it was just dumb luck.”Stars explode in your vision and you feel your back hit the ground before you realize you’ve toppled backward in your chair. Pain blossoms across your face, radiating from your nose and you cover it with your hands, feeling more stabs of pain, like broken glass digging into the cartilage. It’s probably Duke just broke your nose. Only a moment later do you feel a nauseous dizziness wash over you and dull pain in the back of your head. You’re cognizant enough to recognize that it might be a concussion.“Dumb luck, huh?” Duke asks, shaking his hand and flexing fingers, trying to work feeling back into them after delivering that punch to your nose. “Let’s talk about luck.” He rises to his feet and circles the table before you finish rolling onto your side, spitting out blood and coughing out more as the blood from your nose and sinuses backwashes into your throat. “Let’s start the story with a little nobody, shall we? A software salesman from Anywhere, USA. Someone so bland and uninteresting-” He grabs your hood and rips it off your face. “That he makes up a goofy cartoon persona and wears a mask. The sort of guy that there are dozens of in any local mental clinic.”His boot drives into the small of your back, your kidney and you cry out involuntarily, trying to twist away from the pain.(1/2)
“Now what if I told you that same peon scraped and clawed his way to the top of a tower of the world’s worst people? Thugs, psychos, killers, and dregs. That tower-” He pauses to kick your kidney again, though this time you grit through the pain and roll up and on your knees, doubled over, hands still cuffed behind your back. “That tower-” he repeats, apparently amused at your efforts, “unstable though it is, gave this little no one enough height to think that he was on top of the world.” Duke turns away and circles back to the table where he picks up the knife. “And then somehow that little nobody launched the largest and most coordinated terrorist attacks the world has ever seen. That’s dumb luck.”Your nose is on fire, though the pain is starting to fade to a throbbing numbness.“You’re a coward,” you snarl, spitting another bloody loogie to the ground. “You pathetic groveling moron. What do you really think I’m going to tell you?”“Honestly?” he asks, stopping to think. “Not much. But procedure is procedure, and really I just wanted an excuse.” He comes back over to crouch down on his haunches, eye to eye with you, knife in one hand, hood in the other. “You think you’re some kind of super villain? Because you wear this?” he tosses the mask onto the floor in front of you. “You’re not. You’re broken. You’re messed up in the head.” He pokes your forehead. “You need to be medicated and locked away, or maybe just put down like a sick dog.” He sighs. “See, part of me agrees with you in some nutty way. We let ourselves be pulled around by the nose-” he seizes your nose and you cry out in pain again before he releases it. “-by these soft, fat politicians. Lapdogs, cowards. People who’ve never done a day of fighting in their lives. Lions led by sheep. But you know what, Cobra Commander? The difference is that I earned my place to be here. I serve higher ideals than you do. Plus-” He laughs and points at you with the knife. “I’m not fucking crazy.”>Headbutt him>Go ahead, beat me up, torture me, whatever makes you feel like a real man you, pitiful animal>Say nothing>Write in
>>4512140"Higher ideals? Ha. The only way our heads differ, is I have the skill to hold my tower together without the delusions of your pathetic 'duty' or 'Higher ideals' and my nose is broken.">Spit blood into his eyes and headbutt him.Lets return the favour of a broken nose. It wouldn't do for a snake to let the eagle away without a momento.
>>4512140>>Write inYou know, this reminds me of a joke. Have you heard the one about the escaping asylum inmates and a flashlight? Ah the punchline isn't important, the point is Duke, you're pretty nuts from where I'm sitting.
>>4512172Are you making an oblique reference to our escape that Duke would only get once we did it, thus making him kick himself? Because if you are that's great.
>>4512180That was the idea. Duke may be stronger, but we're smarter. A little verbal parting gift for him.
>>4512189Right, I'll support the dialogue, but I STILL want to spit in his eyes and bloody his nose.It may hurt us a bit more, but pain is nothing to pride.
>>4512140>Beating up, Torturing an already captured man. You're just like those politicians, and cowards. Tell me is that what it takes to take your rocks off?
>>4512140Supporting >>4512172 and then spit blood in his eyes. We're not REALLY Cobra Commander if we wouldn't do this for fear of it spoiling our escape
>>4512140>fGo ahead, beat me up, torture me, whatever makes you feel like a real man you, pitiful animal.>Also supporting >>4512172
>>4512140>>Go ahead, beat me up, torture me, whatever makes you feel like a real man you, pitiful animal
>>4512172lol, I like it
Your body is wracked with pain, your face feels like it’s been rubbed in broken glass and vibrant lines of hurt radiate like a net from your kidneys. You spit another thick blob of bloody mucus to the bare floor and- somehow- force a smile on your face.Duke doesn’t smile.“You know,” you say, “this reminds me of a joke. Have you heard the one about the escaping asylum inmates and a flashlight? Ah the punchline isn't important, the point is Duke, you're pretty nuts from where I'm sitting.”You see the backhand strike coming just in time to flinch away from it, protecting your throbbing nose and taking the hit across your cheek. Even so, you’re momentarily stunned.Duke seizes your face and forces you to look back at him. “You think it’s that easy? That you can just sit here and taunt me like you’ve won? You’re stuck in this cement box, Commander. And I’m going to make sure you stay here. Forever.”With what strength you have left you spit a bloody mess into Duke’s face. The disgust and surprise that registers there, however momentary, is worth it. Even more with it is the satisfying impact when you headbutt him in the face.Duke reels back in pain and surprise, lurching to his feet before he regains his balance, if not composure. A thin bead of blood dribbles from his nose as he stares death down at you. “Now,” you say, “Do your worst while you can, Duke.”It goes on for an indeterminate eternity. The beating blurs together as one long chorus of pain. It’s not much different from their early attempts to get info out of you only this time it’s more personal, and more physical. Duke is careful not to kill you, you can tell, but he’s otherwise content to beat you within an inch of your life. Only hate keeps you going. Raw, unmitigated hate for Duke and everything he represents. The same hate that gave you purpose when your world collapsed keeps you together now. You do not break.At the end, Duke, panting, pulls your hood back over your face. “We’re done for now.”If any of the guards are aware of or alarmed by Duke’s behavior, none of them show it. No one asks you about it but you are kept in solitary for a week. Time to think about your plans, time that you’re sure Karasu and the others are digging for you.Your faith is rewarded when your lock down is lifted.(1/2)
“It’s ready, boss.” Karasu says at lunch to you. “You taking all that heat paid off, we get more done when you’re not around slowing us down.” He grins, a joke.You want to smile but the mass of bruising there makes that a chore. “Good.” You don’t want to discuss it here anymore. You’re certain they listen in when they can. All that remains is to rapidly tunnel the short distance to the surface, something you think can be done in an hour of frantic work, maybe faster with access to better tools during the riot.The Russians here seem to have a near monopoly on prisoner violence and with your careful observation and analysis of guard patrol patterns you’re confident your information will enable them to seize control of the prisoner block for long enough that you can tunnel out.You’ve made arrangements to escape with Karasu and the other cronies you’ve acquired. All are expendable of course, and you plan to leave behind any who slow you down. You haven’t included Bordeaux so far or planned much beyond that. When the time comes you will play it by ear.You know the surface will be cold, so you’ve planned to secure what cold weather gear you can from the guards as well as weapons, equipment and food rations. It will really depend on what is available to you and how quickly you can get it.You launch your plan tomorrow.Is there anything else you need to take care of or want to plan for?>Yes (Write in)>No. We proceed as planned.
>>4513470>YesBefore we leave, we should impart a few last lessons to the good doctor, Our [broken] face included. If our last meeting with the woman can finally sow the seeds we need, then once we have reclaimed cobra, she could very well be the next link we need to come back here and scoop up the "cream of the crop" of their villains. Who knows who else would do us some good in there.
>>4513470>>Yes (Write in)One last talk with our favorite therapist, perhaps. A sort of goodbye I suppose.
>>4513470>No. We proceed as planned.
>>4513470Backing this >>4513476 however don't make it a goodbye, Tell her we look forward too our next meeting!
>>4513516devilishly cartoonish sir.
>>4513476>>4513516This is good, support.
Meeting with Dr. Rennenkampf is trivial. You know she’ll clear her schedule in a heartbeat for a chance to glean a few more drops of insight from you. You’ve had a dozen or more ‘sessions’ with the doctor but this one feels special, potent.“You’re in good spirits,” Rennekampf says, drawing your attention.Rather than your usual spot lounging on the couch you’ve been patrolling the perimeter of the office, antsy, examining books on her shelves. “Am I?” you ask, voice coy.“More active at least.”“It’s nice to stretch my legs.”“Yes, you’ve been in lockup haven’t you?”You pull a book on ‘criminal psychology’ from the shelf and glance at the back cover. “Every day since I’ve been here.”“I mean as a punishment. They tell me you assaulted a guard.”You chuckle. “As much as self defense can be assault.”Rennenkampf’s silence lingers a moment. “What’s your side of what happened?”You put the book back and look at her, nestled safely behind her monolithic desk, a spread of notes before her. “Let me show you something, something that I don’t normally share with people.” You carefully tug your hood free and look, barefaced at Rennenkampf. It’s plain to see that she’s stunned, not with your injuries, but with you. The face you have is plain, nothing to inspire shock, but it’s probably the reminder for her that a human face lingers behind your mask. “Don’t get attached to it,” you say with a chuckle, “But these are the parting gift from Duke.”“Major Hauser?” Her voice is high with surprise, her eyes taking in your fading blue-green bruises.You nod, unconcerned and put the hood back on.“I don’t- I can’t-”“Please, spare me doctor. Your file no doubt tells you that this isn’t my first time being subjected to torture. I don’t appreciate the faux display of concern.” She gapes at you and blinks. “I-”(1/4)
“Doctor Rennenkampf, in all the time you’ve studied me you don’t think I’ve done the same to you?” You take a few steps over to her desk and plant your hands on it, leaning slightly forward. “You’ve made a living and a name studying the depths of depravity human minds and hands are capable of and you expect me to believe that you’re surprised at my condition? Or that you’re concerned?”“I have a commitment to the health and well-being of all my clients.” You note that she doesn’t call you a patient. “Please,” you say, dismissing the statement out of hand. “You’re just as cold blooded as my namesake.”Rennenkampf’s expression flickers, caught somewhere between worry and professional detachment. “That’s not-, if you’ve been mistreated you have recourse. I can speak with people-”You hold up a hand stopping her. “Don’t waste your breath doctor, my discomfort is fleeting, though I do wonder if some of my captors wouldn’t be better served if they were in your care instead of me.”“Why did Major Hauser do this to you? Was he trying to get information? Was it personal?”Ah, there’s that relentless hunger of answers.“Duke doesn’t understand me and that disgusts him.” You sit across from her “I wanted to give you another story, Doctor. A gift.”“I’m all ears.” And notes.“When I became Cobra Commander,” you say, “I inherited a shattered life. A shell of existence. A career in sales, a modicum of comfort. It all disgusted me. It reminded me too much of what I wanted to destroy and so I left it behind to begin again. At this time I didn’t yet know what Cobra was to be or who I was. I got my start with what you would recognize as a pyramid scheme. To me it was ‘mass layer investment opportunities’.” You spread your hands dramatically and laugh. “A way to part fools from their money and get power for myself. In time I’d grown this organization organically through determination, insight, and force of will. This skeletal network would in time become the foundation of Cobra.”“I’ve seen some of the intelligence reports on this,” Rennenkampf says, “Your background.”“And the first time I killed?”She closes her mouth. “Go on.”“Someone else in your field might say that was the moment Cobra Commander was born, but in truth it was only the day I realized who I was all along. You see my organization had made me wealthy, it had also made me enemies with the criminal elements we competed with. I was an outsider upstart with more cash than brains. An easy mark.” Your mask hides your predatory smile.(2/4)
“It was a small office trailer in a Dallas industrial park, my headquarters for the time being. You see in that line of work you never stay long in one place and I had overstayed my welcome. The man that came into my office that night was trash. A wasted life in more ways than one. I’d been operating in his territory and he - compelled by misplaced honor and good business sense - decided he’d need to teach me a lesson.”Rennenkampf stops writing, transfixed with your tale.“When he walked into the office he saw what he thought was a very ordinary man now faced with a sudden threat. Words were exchanged. Insults. In that moment I let my temper take me places that my mind previously had not. When he drew his pistol I didn’t feel fear. The man I replaced would have been afraid. Death was a finale he wasn’t ready to face - and never would be. It was a life spent hiding under rocks, a life spent scavenging and groveling.”“In that moment,” you continue, “staring into the black barrel of his pistol I didn’t feel fear, I felt only contempt. You see, for all his bluster and swagger he didn’t have what I did.”“What was that?”“Ruthless determination. I shot him dead that night. Two to the chest and one to the back of the head. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t worry. He’d crossed me and deserved what he got. I was struck by a story I’d heard as a child about a boy looking under rocks being bit by a snake. A cautionary tale for children. This man had turned over a rock and found me. The last thing he ever did.”“What happened?” Rennenkampf asks.“I tossed the body in a dumpster and left the city, but I couldn’t shake the idea, this dawning of what I was now. I wasn’t content to milk money from the gullible and weak minded. I wanted- I needed more. I wasn’t born that day, but Cobra was. Incepted by a small-minded redneck in a Dallas trailer.” The memory makes you smirk.“Small beginnings,” she says, “For such a large organization.”“You have no idea, dear Doctor.” You glance at the clock above her desk. “I think our time together is up though.”She looks too, wincing at the inevitable creep of time. “So it is. We can continue these sessions in the future.”You smile. “I sincerely hope so. I’m very much looking forward to our next meeting, Doctor.” You stand from the couch. “Goodbye for now.”“Goodbye, Cobra Commander.”(3/4)
***The riot starts on cue, the Russians attacking unsuspecting guards en masse and securing both weapons and keys to begin the breakout attempt. The muffled order of this underground prison gave way to chaos and booming violence. Inmates ran amok down the passageways, many of them wearing body armor and carrying night sticks.This is a night for settling scores, a night of exacting revenge. Bodies of guards and inmates dot the halls as anarchy reigns.In your small chunk of this insanity, your men dig, chiseling up frantically with kitchen utensils and improvised implements, throwing chunks of frozen earth out of the small closet and into the hall.Beside you, Karasu stands watch, wearing stolen body armor and holding an appropriated rifle.“Almost out, boss!” One of your men says.“Less talking, more digging.”You’ll be out in minutes. This is your last chance to take anyone else out.>We have who we need>We’ll find Bordeaux and get him out>Maybe Dr. Rennenkampf would like to come>Write in
>>4518768>Take Bordeaux if he's close by, if not leave without him.
>>4518768>We have who we need>Write inGrab some radios?I was thinking we'd come back and spring himKeep in mind hes old, and he may die on the way out, its gonna be harsh, I expect we are probably in the Yukon or worst, on an Island around Nunavut.
>>4518781Also, I am digging how Commander is written. Like god damn, his ever manipulation and snide thought is god damn fantastic.
>>4518768>>We’ll find Bordeaux and get him out
>>4518781This. He isn't worth ruining our escape, but I think he could be useful
>>4518768>We’ll find Bordeaux and get him out
>>4518768>>We have who we need
>>4518768>We have who we need
>>4518781This>Writing>>4518795Thanks, Anon! I'm trying to bring something more to him.
Bordeaux is worth at least some effort. “Karasu,” you say, “Do me a favor and bring the old man.”“I will.”“And be quick.”Karasu hurries down the cement passageway, rifle at the ready. You watch him hop over a dead body and hurry around the corner. A fire alarm warbles distantly as the riot continues to spill out of control. All the same, your small stretch of passageway is quiet enough. You take stock of the group and your supplies. Yourself, Karasu, the Old Man, and three lackeys. Between the six of you there are one rifle and two sidearms as well as improvised weapons, shivs and nightsticks. You’ve also procured enough body armor and winter weather gear to outfit everyone. You wanted some radios but all the ones you’ve taken off the guards are hardcoded to the prison frequencies and so have limited use now that the guards have scrambled their transmissions.Behind you, your men shout in triumph and you spin around in time to see a small earth slide and feel a gust of cold air. A shaft of dusty sunlight stabs down from outside.You push your men aside to step into the narrow tunnel and look up into the overcast sky. A gentle snow drift is coming down. Freedom.“Boss, the old man.”Karasu has returned and with him Bordeaux. The old man takes in this scene passively, evidently impressed.“I’ve decided not to wait for my possible extradition,” you say. “We’re leaving this place. I’ve invited you to come.”Bordeaux looks at you, conflicted. “Oh please, don’t tell me you’re considering staying here.”“I’ve been here a long time,” he says simply.“Long enough. I can’t tell you that it will be easy, but I can tell you that this is your only chance.” When you sense more hesitation you try a different tact, “Can you really take the risk of a man like me carrying the mantle of terror without your input? What bolder move than to liberate yourself?”“I think that maybe you’re right.”It’s all you need.You turn and, with a boost from one of your lackeys, crawl for the surface. You hook your hands and feet into the narrow scrapes carved out for this purpose, climbing steadily upward, clinging to the freezing earth until you feel the bite of wind and snow on your hands. With one more effort your pull yourself free The cloudy sky and light snowfall leads everything to a diffuse, grey look and you’re momentarily blinded, squinting into the light as you peer around. Gradually the shapes resolve to squat, concrete buildings, the surface of this prison, evidently mostly empty, or at least this area is deserted.Nearby is a simple chain link fence topped with a strand of razor wire and beyond that the inviting darkness of an evergreen forest.“Hurry up!” You hiss back to the others as they clamber out. “There’s no time to lose. You, get a hole in that fence.”(1/2)
You don’t trust the apparent silence of this base enough to spend long here and you know the snowfall will cover your tracks. You’ll make for the woods and then worry about the rest. The next part of your plan will depend on slipping into the wilderness and then navigating back to whatever passes for civilization wherever this is.The wire fence snaps and pings as its strands are snipped through one by one until each of you slides through and flees into the woods. You’re out of breath by the time you crawl into the cover of a snow-covered cedar.Looking back toward the base you see a few trucks rumble by inside, each laden with riot troops ready for action.“They aren’t even going to know we’re gone,” Karasu says, pulling up the hood of his parka.“Not for a while,” you agree. “It’s important we get moving. We’ll head south until we find a terrain feature we can follow. A river, a road. Something. Civilization will give me access to more tools we can use.”“And you can get us to Cobra?” he asks.You turn and stare at him, “Just who do you think I am? Now get going. Lead the way.”One by one your men set off into the wilderness, marching as fast as they dare through the soft snow.“I’ll make it worth it,” Bordeaux says. “I’ll be like I used to be.”You look him in the eyes and are surprised to see a fire there. Something he hadn’t had before.You lay a hand on his shoulder, “Born again,” you say, “What you were is gone, what you are is Cobra..” The name comes to you easily. “You’re one of us now.”>Boa>Overlord>Viper***/Tape 2 - Venomous IdeologyI’ll start Tape 3 tomorrow at the usual time, liberation is at hand, Cobra’s Revenge is nigh.
>>4519858>Viper"Cobra Overlord" is not a good idea to give to a subordinate of Cobra Commander.
>>4519858>BoaTo old to be a viper.
>>4519858>ViperAn old snake that still has it's fangs.
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>4519858>1 Boa>2 Viper
>>4519858>>ViperV has come to...