Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 18, 2015 4:04:07 GMT
(DEATH ENABLED)
(Thread PL: 903,942)
A Copy of a Letter from the BBA Administrator, delivered to the President via Net:
Mister President,
It is an honor to write to the leader of the free world. I will keep this missive short; as I know you are a very busy man.
Like you, I too am a public servant. I am not a duly elected representative, such as you, but I do hold a position in the Western Capitol that now requires a certain level of demagoguery in order to maintain.
I soon intend to form a poly-military faction in a very public manner, whose goals will ostensibly be set upon a noble quest for a new socioeconomic order. The infinite accumulation of capital and the human’s biological need for novelty, for constant newness, is choking this planetary society at its very foundations. Worse, this age-old selfishness is now beset by predation by powerful aliens, who treat this precious biosphere as a pawn in a galactic game.
I intend to raise a banner, and call for a great army to form, one to instill a new order on the planet by forging peace in the midst of these crises. While public appeals to rampant and nationalistic chauvinism may be necessary, please know that these calls for a new world order are merely for show, and that I have no actual intent to overthrow you, your global government, or dislodge your military from your cities, though some unfortunate clashes may arise.
My goals are much more simple, and involve two key elements:
Element one – I will use all of my power to assist you in creating a peace among the unruly and powerful aliens who insist on bouting on your delicate biosphere.
Element two – I intend to secretly use much of my key military assets to search for magical artifacts, of which, when in my possession, will be used for global stability, which can only bolster your administration’s strength and the legacy of your illustrious presidency.
I know you are busy, so there is no need to respond if you do not wish to. I simply wanted to inform you of my intentions, so that you know that even when I declare myself a revolutionary, I am, in actuality, your firmest friend and ally in this arena.
Needless to say, if your public relations department or your King Castle Spokesperson redistributes this missive, I will deny all knowledge of any such correspondence, and I ask for your discretion.
Respectfully,
An android seeking a better world for all.
Operation Downfall
Phase 1: Operation Sunset
Like an arrow shot from a bow, the jagged prow of a massive spacecraft pierced into the skies directly above the Western Capitol. Its long shadow darkened the lofty towers and busy streets as its great hull eclipsed the Sun, casting the entire city in an eerie blanket of false dusk as it halted as quickly as it came. Blue Banner Army insignia ran boldly across its ramparts.
The city went into hysteria. News reporters scrambled to view the vessel form a thousand different vantages. Images of the ship identified it as Big Blu, the rumored flagship and focal point of the nascent rebel group’s entire military. Gridlock from jammed motorists attempting to flee paralyzed traffic for miles. Emergency press conferences announced by officials of the regional and global government were called for and then delayed, their continuing silence prompting near as much panic as the titan in the sky.
Analysis of the vessel from aerospace experts joined the constant stream of footage. At well over a kilometer in length, it was one of the largest spacecraft ever assembled on the planet. No expert could guess at what sort of weaponry it might contain as the design was uncanny and experimental, although there were two noticeable hangars that brave helicopters had spotted whilst circling the behemoth. No accounting manager could guess how Blue Banner, which had been maligned by the local media as a petty and insignificant band of disgruntled Mercenary Clans, could have funded and created such a colossus in such a small window of time. Strangest of all, the ship was not yet acting. Its purpose was hotly debated by retired generals appearing in the afternoon newscasts.
While the frenetic reporting was unfolding over the scant minutes it had appeared, a secret operation was taking place. With all eyes glued to the sky, large events were unfolding on the ground. In the Regional Governor’s mansion on the outskirts of the city, a small air transit car was hurtling an illegally-low altitude, at an illegally-high speed. Much of the normal police detail that accompanied the mansion was gone – racing downtown to join emergency responders who were attempting to unwind the largest traffic knot in centuries. Only the normal diplomatic security force remained at maximum count.
The trans car was speeding straight for the mansion. It ignored warning horns from anxious security officers, accelerating even after warning shots were fired. It became clear that it was on a collision course.
The vehicle slammed into the façade of the columned marble mansion like a missile. Fire alarms whined as sprinkler systems doused the mansion’s interior, now filling with smoke. The trans car was traveling at such a speed that if it were of normal design, it would have surely been disintegrated upon impact. This was no normal vehicle, however. It was hardened with tungsten and iridium alloys, its skin infused with nanocrystals stronger than diamond. The trans car’s nose opened like the pedals of some strange metallic flower. Out poured with swift efficiently two dozen commandos, some robotic, some alien.
All wore the battle armor and the markings of the Solar Saiyan Empire.
The security service was quickly overwhelmed by the hardened group of space pirates. Years of battle in the interstellar shipping lanes against Saiyans made fighting frightened day-wagers on Earth child’s play. The governor himself was taken captive, rolled in an expensive Southern silk rug, before being tossed like a sack back on the air transport. The car backed out of the mansion, and rocketed off just as the Capitol’s beleaguered fire crews were arriving on the scene.
They’d made sure to leave the governor’s family, and several of the security officers, unharmed and alive. They would have seen the alien insignia, and known the supposed identity of their governor’s captors.
The Special Corps costumers had even glued a brown tail upon one of the kidnappers.
Footage of the attack on the mansion was transmitted from Blue Banner’s Special Corps through several cloaked relays to half a dozen of the world’s largest newsrooms. Split screens of the governor’s mansion and Big Blu looming in the sky now dominated the airwaves, with the attack footage played on loop. Some minutes afterwards, new and unexplained video arrived and was reflexively aired, of those same Saiyan mercenaries who’d attacked the mansion surrounded by Blue Banner Battle Jackets.
The news shifted once more when a solitary figure emerged on the deck of Big Blu. It was an azure-haired young man, slight of build, wearing a dark business suit. His tie flapped in the high winds of the lofty heights like a banner. There was scattered speculation as to who this person might be. Police helicopters flashed warning lights to him and blew horns, demanding his vessel leave restricted Western Capitol airspace. There was no response. He stood still as a statue on the prow of the great machine, hands in his coat pockets, overlooking the city.
The newsfeeds suddenly went dark.
“People of Earth.” A voice said, cutting through the transmissions. It was a low and quiet voice, without the barest hint of synthetic effect, carrying the residue of boarding school upbringing. “I am Administrator Azure.” Video of Vi-Poi standing at the edge of Big Blu’s prow popped into view as he spoke. He was situated on the edge of some sort of immense cannon, with the words “WARNING: ELECTRON-KI EXCHANGER | CONTENTS SUPERCHARGED AT OVER 9000 GIGATONS" painted in warning-red on its side.
“I am a member of a revolutionary organization known as Blue Banner, which strives for an Earth that is strong and free. Moments ago, Blue Banner operatives sought to foil a nefarious plot by alien extremists, a plot to assault the governor’s mansion and ransom the governor. I’ve just received word that this rescue operation was a success, though the governor has regrettably taken a grievous wound from his barbaric captors. The perpetrators of the abduction are believed to be employed by members of the Saiya-jin species. This wound that the governor has been dealt is a wound made upon your democracy, one which was made by many hands. Though the Saiya-jin have once more shown their aggressive disregard for humanity -- as they did with their slaughtering of civilians at the World Tournament -- fault lies in your very own government.
“A government that cannot protect its people is no government at all. The government was powerless to stop this attack, as it was powerless to stop past attacks. It will be powerless in the future, unless things change. We represent that change. The weakness lies not in our global democracy. Democracy provides our world with a great well of strength and prosperity, and President Bao has served with distinction in times of unprecedented peril. The weakness lies in the tyrannical and arbitrary forces which purport to protect our democracy. The military establishment is a totalitarian, top-to-bottom regime. They are slow to react, and slower to change. They have consistently failed when pressed against these new threats to our democracy, and to our world. And they will continue to fail, because they can offer no solutions. The Blue Banner Army, by comparison, is a merit-based organization modeled after our democracy. Where the global military is stuck in the tired old absolutist ways, and utterly ineffectual, the Blue Banner Army is vibrant, rising, and strong. We will safeguard Earth, its people, and its democracy, against any acts of alien extremism.
“Blue Banner seeks to work within the existing framework of our democracy, and not to overturn it. As such, I seek a temporary World Cabinet posting as Special Secretary of General Affairs, from which I can advise President Bao on how to best mitigate these growing threats to our civilization. All global military forces currently loyal to the old military regime are hereby ordered to surrender to Blue Banner forces. Drop your weapons and leave your posts, and no harm will come to you. Those who draw the sword against us shall perish by it.
“Citizens of the Western Capitol – you are ordered to evacuate the city at once, for your own safety, and move east to the Central Capitol.
“To those disenfranchised, to those beleaguered, to those poverty-stricken and to those pressed in by the great and oppressive walls of our society, I beckon you. Reignite your fading spark of hope. Rise up in the slums, in the dark corners of the cities, in the underworld. Rise up, and join in the fight to free the world from the chains that bind us. The time is now. Lead our planet into a bright and brave future, where we all stand side by side. As equals.”
With that, the transmission ended.
Phase 2: Operation Brain Drain
Vi-Poi peered down the edge of Big Blu at the crowded city below. The glow of neon signs and crystal displays, already softened by daylight, flickered and withered to darkness. Dull booms echoed from far below as transformers throughout the city blew. Radio communication throughout the city suddenly became next-to-impossible. Blue Banner was jamming the airwaves. His arrival and global proclamation put a successful close to Operation Sunset, ending Phase One. Now Phase Two of Operation Downfall could begin.
Operation Brain Drain was now in effect. Operation Dragon Fire would begin in overlap, shortly. He relayed the information to operational sub-commanders.
Power mains were being cut throughout the city by BBA Special Corps commando squadrons, who’d infiltrated several relay stations in advance by posing as electrical workers, paving the way for the five divisions of Volunteer Corps – the poor, bloody infantry of Blue Banner -- that was presently racing towards the Capitol from the mountains to the north and the desert to the south. In the great bay of the Capitol, wolf packs of Blue Banner Mark I submarines were prowling, waiting to torpedo any attempt by the world navy to reinforce the city from the Sea.
The klaxon horn of an alarm and the steely whine of bay doors opening filled the air. Vi-Poi stepped forward and jumped from the ship. Thousands of spectators below gasped in unison at his fall from the prow. More spectacularly, he wasn’t alone in descent.
The ominous shadows of Ki Assault Operation Squad fighters filled the air behind him, leaping out from the belly of Big Blu.
The shadows dropped, one after another, like dark stars falling from a steel sky.
Vi-Poi somersaulted at the final moment of his fall and landed perfectly on his feet, ki buffering him. He walked towards the massive dome-shaped building that was the target of Operation Brain drain. Capsule Corporation was emblazoned in blue across its curved wall, and the address upon its doors read WST 3338926 K. This was one of the world’s oldest research institutions, a continuum of progress and discovery that reached back for centuries.
Vi-Poi threw a ball of low-energy blue ki into the doors; enough to blow them open for KAOS. “I want all of Capsule Corporation’s research team secured and captured. Use the net-launchers each of you’ve been issued. Point and shoot, the drones will do the rest and tow them to the ship.” Vi-Poi said over the KAOS transmission channel. “Dump every computer archive onto your scouters or data scanners. Then destroy it. I want KAOS in and out in three minutes.”
Vi-Poi quickly analyzed their overall strategic situation and switched channels to the general comm for all of Blue Banner. “The board is green.” He transmitted. “Commence Operation Dragon Fire.”
A series of beeps and acknowledgements from excited field officers responded. The armies would be closing in on the outskirts soon. Vi-Poi could hear the roar of Blue Banner’s flying gunships already.
If Operation Brain Drain was speedily completed, not only would Blue Banner gain tremendous insight into DynoCaps and other high technology, the global government would be at a tremendous disadvantage. There would be no useful technical advice for the global military to inact against Blue Banner.
Other KAOS members would be fanning out across the city and fulfilling additional objectives in support of Phase Three of Downfall, Operation Dragon Fire. The Wukong Hospital needed securing and safeguarding, as the many civilians there would be too sick or injured for travel. The refugees would need to be funneled eastward, out of the city, and out of the path of the encroaching Blue Banner armies. Highways and the monorail were to be secured. Any resistance by local militia and police were to be neutralized.
Any counter-attack by the global military would be slowed by the eastward flood of millions of refugees, fleeing the battle to come. But Vi-Poi was sure they would come.
A king did not give up his sword so easily.
Vi-Poi raised his hand to the sky, pointing up with a fingertip. A small spark of negatively-charged ki danced atop his finger, slowly rising into the air. There was more to Dragon Fire. Vi-Poi knew that some of the world’s powerful beings would come to protest this event. People resented change, the strongest and dominant most of all.
Vi-Poi looked up at the climbing spark, and smiled. A flow of electrons surrounded the ki spark, repulsing it, keeping it in a perfect center-point while Vi-Poi flooded the electron globe with a torrent of ki. The charges threatened to burst apart and flee away from one another, but Vi-Poi held them together with his near-endless reactor reserves.
The bright blue ball of ki, now the size of a fist, rose next to the port side of Blue Banner, hovering slightly above it. It began to inflate with power. A shadow sank into the sky above it, the atmosphere driven wild by ki imbalances. Lightning licked and danced off the luminous photosphere of the ki globe as it inexorably expanded, now roughly the size of a car. Energy shed from it in flashing waves. The entire city was cast in an eerie blue light. Its white-hot pulse could be seen for miles.
If Vi-Poi’s announcement hadn’t sent the citizens of the Western Capitol fleeing in droves, this display certainly did.
If any powerful being arrived and thought to stop Blue Banner, Vi-Poi would be ready to show them the high cost of such effort. His Mega Negative Bomb could eradicate an entire army, if need be. He slowly rose back towards the ship, following the path of his channeled ki.
Phase 3: Operation Dragon Fire
The Mayor of the Western Capitol’s office had been swamped with activity ever since that colossus appeared in the sky. Though it’d only been minutes since these events began, it felt like hours to the exhausted Mayor. His staff advised him to evacuate once the power stations went down, but he wouldn’t be the Mayor that ran away from the city while it got sucked into chaos.
“Engineers from the Orange Star Academy have finished their analysis.” His science adviser reported as he flipped through a picture of the monstrous ship and pages filled from top to bottom with equations the Mayor didn’t understand. “The hull is made of some sort of charged iridium alloy. We won’t make a dent.” The science adviser warned, jabbing a finger into a line of highlighted numbers.
“Any idea of who this character is?” The Mayor asked, gesturing to the video screen capture of the azure-haired Administrator. He looked scarcely old enough to be in high school, let alone launching an invasion!
“We don’t know and the global military isn’t telling us.” His communications director revealed. “Best as we can tell – he’s the terrorist leader.”
The chief of police piped up. “Our squad cars and foot patrols are getting knocked out up and down the wire. And all the street gangs are going nuts. It’s anarchy out there, and those terrorist armies haven’t even hit yet!”
“Sir.” The science adviser said, pushing his thick glasses up his beaked nose. “Sir, that’s not all. The world network, sir.”
“What about it?”
“Something has tapped into it. Something big. The service providers don’t know what it is, the codebase is some heptidecimal they’ve never encountered before, but it’s eating away at all the bandwith -“
“What?” The Mayor asked, incredulous. “Think I have time to worry about people’s movie downloads? There’s a warship out my window!” He stood from his seat and snapped his fingers at the communications director. “Get me the President on the emergency line. And someone tell me where the hell that Ginger Town base commander is!”
“Mr. Mayor, come here.” His personal secretary said. She was peering out the window, her face awestruck. “Have you ever seen anything like that?”
Other staff in the office began to clamor around the window. Above the ghastly warship, a blinding blue light rang loudly with energy, washing out the natural color of the blue sky and tinting it with electrical florescence. The light intensified, casting everything inside the office in its azure grasp, darkening the sun with its brightness.
“Get me the President.” The Mayor said softly, his eyes wide and dazed at the sight.
[Mega Negative Bomb [MP3] Charging to (1,807,884) next round]
(This is the BBA's first Saga! One I have planned for several weeks, and the BBA has planned for nearly as long.
I hope you all enjoy, and participate! If you have any questions regarding it, please shoot me a PM. The BBA intends to take over as the "military advisory" to the President, should they succeed in this sacking. Can you stop the BBA? Will you ally with them? The game is on! 
)
OOC NOTES for everyone wanting to join Sagas are DEATH ENABLED and once you're in you can't start new threads! So be sure you want in. The entire operation has thus far (in the first post) taken roughly 10-15 minutes. A few minutes of the ship, a few minutes of Vi-Poi talking while the governor raid is happening, and a few minutes for the descent from the ship and Mayor conversation (which all happened simultaneously) before the Mega Nega started its light show. Also, for thread purposes, when/if you go to meet Vi-Poi please be at the phase where he is floating near the ship and already charging (at the end of this post). It won't make sense otherwise for combat, and other joiners might create fractured timelines that will make a mess of things.
Edited in: Please put your PL on your first post in the thread.
The setting is: Western Capitol, being invaded by roughly 75,000 heavily armed Blue Banner soldiers. Submarines are in the harbor. Gunships will be in the air. Battle Jackets will be in the streets. Heavy fighting. Refugees pouring east, along the highways.
Thank you and lookin forward to everyone's post!
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A Copy of a Letter from the BBA Administrator, delivered to the President via Net:
Feb 23, 2015 5:07:46 GMT Vi-Poi said:
Mister President,
It is an honor to write to the leader of the free world. I will keep this missive short; as I know you are a very busy man.
Like you, I too am a public servant. I am not a duly elected representative, such as you, but I do hold a position in the Western Capitol that now requires a certain level of demagoguery in order to maintain.
I soon intend to form a poly-military faction in a very public manner, whose goals will ostensibly be set upon a noble quest for a new socioeconomic order. The infinite accumulation of capital and the human’s biological need for novelty, for constant newness, is choking this planetary society at its very foundations. Worse, this age-old selfishness is now beset by predation by powerful aliens, who treat this precious biosphere as a pawn in a galactic game.
I intend to raise a banner, and call for a great army to form, one to instill a new order on the planet by forging peace in the midst of these crises. While public appeals to rampant and nationalistic chauvinism may be necessary, please know that these calls for a new world order are merely for show, and that I have no actual intent to overthrow you, your global government, or dislodge your military from your cities, though some unfortunate clashes may arise.
My goals are much more simple, and involve two key elements:
Element one – I will use all of my power to assist you in creating a peace among the unruly and powerful aliens who insist on bouting on your delicate biosphere.
Element two – I intend to secretly use much of my key military assets to search for magical artifacts, of which, when in my possession, will be used for global stability, which can only bolster your administration’s strength and the legacy of your illustrious presidency.
I know you are busy, so there is no need to respond if you do not wish to. I simply wanted to inform you of my intentions, so that you know that even when I declare myself a revolutionary, I am, in actuality, your firmest friend and ally in this arena.
Needless to say, if your public relations department or your King Castle Spokesperson redistributes this missive, I will deny all knowledge of any such correspondence, and I ask for your discretion.
Respectfully,
An android seeking a better world for all.
Phase 1: Operation Sunset
Like an arrow shot from a bow, the jagged prow of a massive spacecraft pierced into the skies directly above the Western Capitol. Its long shadow darkened the lofty towers and busy streets as its great hull eclipsed the Sun, casting the entire city in an eerie blanket of false dusk as it halted as quickly as it came. Blue Banner Army insignia ran boldly across its ramparts.
The city went into hysteria. News reporters scrambled to view the vessel form a thousand different vantages. Images of the ship identified it as Big Blu, the rumored flagship and focal point of the nascent rebel group’s entire military. Gridlock from jammed motorists attempting to flee paralyzed traffic for miles. Emergency press conferences announced by officials of the regional and global government were called for and then delayed, their continuing silence prompting near as much panic as the titan in the sky.
Analysis of the vessel from aerospace experts joined the constant stream of footage. At well over a kilometer in length, it was one of the largest spacecraft ever assembled on the planet. No expert could guess at what sort of weaponry it might contain as the design was uncanny and experimental, although there were two noticeable hangars that brave helicopters had spotted whilst circling the behemoth. No accounting manager could guess how Blue Banner, which had been maligned by the local media as a petty and insignificant band of disgruntled Mercenary Clans, could have funded and created such a colossus in such a small window of time. Strangest of all, the ship was not yet acting. Its purpose was hotly debated by retired generals appearing in the afternoon newscasts.
While the frenetic reporting was unfolding over the scant minutes it had appeared, a secret operation was taking place. With all eyes glued to the sky, large events were unfolding on the ground. In the Regional Governor’s mansion on the outskirts of the city, a small air transit car was hurtling an illegally-low altitude, at an illegally-high speed. Much of the normal police detail that accompanied the mansion was gone – racing downtown to join emergency responders who were attempting to unwind the largest traffic knot in centuries. Only the normal diplomatic security force remained at maximum count.
The trans car was speeding straight for the mansion. It ignored warning horns from anxious security officers, accelerating even after warning shots were fired. It became clear that it was on a collision course.
The vehicle slammed into the façade of the columned marble mansion like a missile. Fire alarms whined as sprinkler systems doused the mansion’s interior, now filling with smoke. The trans car was traveling at such a speed that if it were of normal design, it would have surely been disintegrated upon impact. This was no normal vehicle, however. It was hardened with tungsten and iridium alloys, its skin infused with nanocrystals stronger than diamond. The trans car’s nose opened like the pedals of some strange metallic flower. Out poured with swift efficiently two dozen commandos, some robotic, some alien.
All wore the battle armor and the markings of the Solar Saiyan Empire.
The security service was quickly overwhelmed by the hardened group of space pirates. Years of battle in the interstellar shipping lanes against Saiyans made fighting frightened day-wagers on Earth child’s play. The governor himself was taken captive, rolled in an expensive Southern silk rug, before being tossed like a sack back on the air transport. The car backed out of the mansion, and rocketed off just as the Capitol’s beleaguered fire crews were arriving on the scene.
They’d made sure to leave the governor’s family, and several of the security officers, unharmed and alive. They would have seen the alien insignia, and known the supposed identity of their governor’s captors.
The Special Corps costumers had even glued a brown tail upon one of the kidnappers.
Footage of the attack on the mansion was transmitted from Blue Banner’s Special Corps through several cloaked relays to half a dozen of the world’s largest newsrooms. Split screens of the governor’s mansion and Big Blu looming in the sky now dominated the airwaves, with the attack footage played on loop. Some minutes afterwards, new and unexplained video arrived and was reflexively aired, of those same Saiyan mercenaries who’d attacked the mansion surrounded by Blue Banner Battle Jackets.
The news shifted once more when a solitary figure emerged on the deck of Big Blu. It was an azure-haired young man, slight of build, wearing a dark business suit. His tie flapped in the high winds of the lofty heights like a banner. There was scattered speculation as to who this person might be. Police helicopters flashed warning lights to him and blew horns, demanding his vessel leave restricted Western Capitol airspace. There was no response. He stood still as a statue on the prow of the great machine, hands in his coat pockets, overlooking the city.
The newsfeeds suddenly went dark.
“People of Earth.” A voice said, cutting through the transmissions. It was a low and quiet voice, without the barest hint of synthetic effect, carrying the residue of boarding school upbringing. “I am Administrator Azure.” Video of Vi-Poi standing at the edge of Big Blu’s prow popped into view as he spoke. He was situated on the edge of some sort of immense cannon, with the words “WARNING: ELECTRON-KI EXCHANGER | CONTENTS SUPERCHARGED AT OVER 9000 GIGATONS" painted in warning-red on its side.
“I am a member of a revolutionary organization known as Blue Banner, which strives for an Earth that is strong and free. Moments ago, Blue Banner operatives sought to foil a nefarious plot by alien extremists, a plot to assault the governor’s mansion and ransom the governor. I’ve just received word that this rescue operation was a success, though the governor has regrettably taken a grievous wound from his barbaric captors. The perpetrators of the abduction are believed to be employed by members of the Saiya-jin species. This wound that the governor has been dealt is a wound made upon your democracy, one which was made by many hands. Though the Saiya-jin have once more shown their aggressive disregard for humanity -- as they did with their slaughtering of civilians at the World Tournament -- fault lies in your very own government.
“A government that cannot protect its people is no government at all. The government was powerless to stop this attack, as it was powerless to stop past attacks. It will be powerless in the future, unless things change. We represent that change. The weakness lies not in our global democracy. Democracy provides our world with a great well of strength and prosperity, and President Bao has served with distinction in times of unprecedented peril. The weakness lies in the tyrannical and arbitrary forces which purport to protect our democracy. The military establishment is a totalitarian, top-to-bottom regime. They are slow to react, and slower to change. They have consistently failed when pressed against these new threats to our democracy, and to our world. And they will continue to fail, because they can offer no solutions. The Blue Banner Army, by comparison, is a merit-based organization modeled after our democracy. Where the global military is stuck in the tired old absolutist ways, and utterly ineffectual, the Blue Banner Army is vibrant, rising, and strong. We will safeguard Earth, its people, and its democracy, against any acts of alien extremism.
“Blue Banner seeks to work within the existing framework of our democracy, and not to overturn it. As such, I seek a temporary World Cabinet posting as Special Secretary of General Affairs, from which I can advise President Bao on how to best mitigate these growing threats to our civilization. All global military forces currently loyal to the old military regime are hereby ordered to surrender to Blue Banner forces. Drop your weapons and leave your posts, and no harm will come to you. Those who draw the sword against us shall perish by it.
“Citizens of the Western Capitol – you are ordered to evacuate the city at once, for your own safety, and move east to the Central Capitol.
“To those disenfranchised, to those beleaguered, to those poverty-stricken and to those pressed in by the great and oppressive walls of our society, I beckon you. Reignite your fading spark of hope. Rise up in the slums, in the dark corners of the cities, in the underworld. Rise up, and join in the fight to free the world from the chains that bind us. The time is now. Lead our planet into a bright and brave future, where we all stand side by side. As equals.”
With that, the transmission ended.
Phase 2: Operation Brain Drain
Vi-Poi peered down the edge of Big Blu at the crowded city below. The glow of neon signs and crystal displays, already softened by daylight, flickered and withered to darkness. Dull booms echoed from far below as transformers throughout the city blew. Radio communication throughout the city suddenly became next-to-impossible. Blue Banner was jamming the airwaves. His arrival and global proclamation put a successful close to Operation Sunset, ending Phase One. Now Phase Two of Operation Downfall could begin.
Operation Brain Drain was now in effect. Operation Dragon Fire would begin in overlap, shortly. He relayed the information to operational sub-commanders.
Power mains were being cut throughout the city by BBA Special Corps commando squadrons, who’d infiltrated several relay stations in advance by posing as electrical workers, paving the way for the five divisions of Volunteer Corps – the poor, bloody infantry of Blue Banner -- that was presently racing towards the Capitol from the mountains to the north and the desert to the south. In the great bay of the Capitol, wolf packs of Blue Banner Mark I submarines were prowling, waiting to torpedo any attempt by the world navy to reinforce the city from the Sea.
The klaxon horn of an alarm and the steely whine of bay doors opening filled the air. Vi-Poi stepped forward and jumped from the ship. Thousands of spectators below gasped in unison at his fall from the prow. More spectacularly, he wasn’t alone in descent.
The ominous shadows of Ki Assault Operation Squad fighters filled the air behind him, leaping out from the belly of Big Blu.
The shadows dropped, one after another, like dark stars falling from a steel sky.
Vi-Poi somersaulted at the final moment of his fall and landed perfectly on his feet, ki buffering him. He walked towards the massive dome-shaped building that was the target of Operation Brain drain. Capsule Corporation was emblazoned in blue across its curved wall, and the address upon its doors read WST 3338926 K. This was one of the world’s oldest research institutions, a continuum of progress and discovery that reached back for centuries.
Vi-Poi threw a ball of low-energy blue ki into the doors; enough to blow them open for KAOS. “I want all of Capsule Corporation’s research team secured and captured. Use the net-launchers each of you’ve been issued. Point and shoot, the drones will do the rest and tow them to the ship.” Vi-Poi said over the KAOS transmission channel. “Dump every computer archive onto your scouters or data scanners. Then destroy it. I want KAOS in and out in three minutes.”
Vi-Poi quickly analyzed their overall strategic situation and switched channels to the general comm for all of Blue Banner. “The board is green.” He transmitted. “Commence Operation Dragon Fire.”
A series of beeps and acknowledgements from excited field officers responded. The armies would be closing in on the outskirts soon. Vi-Poi could hear the roar of Blue Banner’s flying gunships already.
If Operation Brain Drain was speedily completed, not only would Blue Banner gain tremendous insight into DynoCaps and other high technology, the global government would be at a tremendous disadvantage. There would be no useful technical advice for the global military to inact against Blue Banner.
Other KAOS members would be fanning out across the city and fulfilling additional objectives in support of Phase Three of Downfall, Operation Dragon Fire. The Wukong Hospital needed securing and safeguarding, as the many civilians there would be too sick or injured for travel. The refugees would need to be funneled eastward, out of the city, and out of the path of the encroaching Blue Banner armies. Highways and the monorail were to be secured. Any resistance by local militia and police were to be neutralized.
Any counter-attack by the global military would be slowed by the eastward flood of millions of refugees, fleeing the battle to come. But Vi-Poi was sure they would come.
A king did not give up his sword so easily.
Vi-Poi raised his hand to the sky, pointing up with a fingertip. A small spark of negatively-charged ki danced atop his finger, slowly rising into the air. There was more to Dragon Fire. Vi-Poi knew that some of the world’s powerful beings would come to protest this event. People resented change, the strongest and dominant most of all.
Vi-Poi looked up at the climbing spark, and smiled. A flow of electrons surrounded the ki spark, repulsing it, keeping it in a perfect center-point while Vi-Poi flooded the electron globe with a torrent of ki. The charges threatened to burst apart and flee away from one another, but Vi-Poi held them together with his near-endless reactor reserves.
The bright blue ball of ki, now the size of a fist, rose next to the port side of Blue Banner, hovering slightly above it. It began to inflate with power. A shadow sank into the sky above it, the atmosphere driven wild by ki imbalances. Lightning licked and danced off the luminous photosphere of the ki globe as it inexorably expanded, now roughly the size of a car. Energy shed from it in flashing waves. The entire city was cast in an eerie blue light. Its white-hot pulse could be seen for miles.
If Vi-Poi’s announcement hadn’t sent the citizens of the Western Capitol fleeing in droves, this display certainly did.
If any powerful being arrived and thought to stop Blue Banner, Vi-Poi would be ready to show them the high cost of such effort. His Mega Negative Bomb could eradicate an entire army, if need be. He slowly rose back towards the ship, following the path of his channeled ki.
Phase 3: Operation Dragon Fire
The Mayor of the Western Capitol’s office had been swamped with activity ever since that colossus appeared in the sky. Though it’d only been minutes since these events began, it felt like hours to the exhausted Mayor. His staff advised him to evacuate once the power stations went down, but he wouldn’t be the Mayor that ran away from the city while it got sucked into chaos.
“Engineers from the Orange Star Academy have finished their analysis.” His science adviser reported as he flipped through a picture of the monstrous ship and pages filled from top to bottom with equations the Mayor didn’t understand. “The hull is made of some sort of charged iridium alloy. We won’t make a dent.” The science adviser warned, jabbing a finger into a line of highlighted numbers.
“Any idea of who this character is?” The Mayor asked, gesturing to the video screen capture of the azure-haired Administrator. He looked scarcely old enough to be in high school, let alone launching an invasion!
“We don’t know and the global military isn’t telling us.” His communications director revealed. “Best as we can tell – he’s the terrorist leader.”
The chief of police piped up. “Our squad cars and foot patrols are getting knocked out up and down the wire. And all the street gangs are going nuts. It’s anarchy out there, and those terrorist armies haven’t even hit yet!”
“Sir.” The science adviser said, pushing his thick glasses up his beaked nose. “Sir, that’s not all. The world network, sir.”
“What about it?”
“Something has tapped into it. Something big. The service providers don’t know what it is, the codebase is some heptidecimal they’ve never encountered before, but it’s eating away at all the bandwith -“
“What?” The Mayor asked, incredulous. “Think I have time to worry about people’s movie downloads? There’s a warship out my window!” He stood from his seat and snapped his fingers at the communications director. “Get me the President on the emergency line. And someone tell me where the hell that Ginger Town base commander is!”
“Mr. Mayor, come here.” His personal secretary said. She was peering out the window, her face awestruck. “Have you ever seen anything like that?”
Other staff in the office began to clamor around the window. Above the ghastly warship, a blinding blue light rang loudly with energy, washing out the natural color of the blue sky and tinting it with electrical florescence. The light intensified, casting everything inside the office in its azure grasp, darkening the sun with its brightness.
“Get me the President.” The Mayor said softly, his eyes wide and dazed at the sight.
[Mega Negative Bomb [MP3] Charging to (1,807,884) next round]
(This is the BBA's first Saga! One I have planned for several weeks, and the BBA has planned for nearly as long.
I hope you all enjoy, and participate! If you have any questions regarding it, please shoot me a PM. The BBA intends to take over as the "military advisory" to the President, should they succeed in this sacking. Can you stop the BBA? Will you ally with them? The game is on! 
)OOC NOTES for everyone wanting to join
Sagas are DEATH ENABLED and once you're in you can't start new threads! So be sure you want in. The entire operation has thus far (in the first post) taken roughly 10-15 minutes. A few minutes of the ship, a few minutes of Vi-Poi talking while the governor raid is happening, and a few minutes for the descent from the ship and Mayor conversation (which all happened simultaneously) before the Mega Nega started its light show. Also, for thread purposes, when/if you go to meet Vi-Poi please be at the phase where he is floating near the ship and already charging (at the end of this post). It won't make sense otherwise for combat, and other joiners might create fractured timelines that will make a mess of things. Edited in: Please put your PL on your first post in the thread.
The setting is: Western Capitol, being invaded by roughly 75,000 heavily armed Blue Banner soldiers. Submarines are in the harbor. Gunships will be in the air. Battle Jackets will be in the streets. Heavy fighting. Refugees pouring east, along the highways.
Thank you and lookin forward to everyone's post!
