“You know what I’ve always found incredibly funny?”
“What?”
“Conspiracy nuts are always so worried about us ruling the world, that they don’t stop to consider that we might actually be saving it.” Jonathan chuckled, before hurridly ratcheting the slide back on his gun, a stuck shell jamming the mechanism up. There was a ‘tink’ as the shell hit the ground, and then the thundering of his shotgun started up again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I see you fucking with them on those websites.” The chatter of my MP5 fell silent as I flicked out a new magazine, before resuming once more. “Motherfuck, this is one of the largest demon incursions I’ve seen! How the hell is this cover-up gonna work?”
“Blow the entire thing up, claim controlled demolitions went awry.” Hector stepped in, giving both of us a surprise as his L85 joined the already humongous noise the small force was putting out.
“Yeah, but this i-“ He was cut off mid-sentence, a prowler tearing out his throat, splashing blood over Hector’s mask.
“I’m blind, shit I’m bl-“ The line was breaking now, prowlers pushing forward, tearing holes in the force.
My radio crackled, “Order 34 is now in order, fall back and let the shields deal with it.” There was a frantic glancing around at fellows, before the line fell back almost as one, flashes of gunfire cutting off as the defenders ran or were killed.
“A mysterious force was seen combating an unknown threat outside of Bordeaux this afternoon. The forces are all heavily armed, although who or what they are fighting against remains a mystery. We go live to our on-the-scene correspondence, James Hazelfield, who is about to be one of the first people to make contact with this force.”
*A short pause, then the correspondent appears*
“Thank you Amanda, and yes, as you can see this force has been battling since about one o’clock today. Twice now, helicopters have arrived to provide re-inforcments and take away those who have been wounded, however the French Authorities have made it clear that they are not authorized, and that these men and women are not part of any governmental force.”
*Men in military uniform, as well as those from GIGN are currently approaching a cordon of soldiers around the vehicles at the back, who are firing heavy weaponry into a tunnel. The news reporter, who can be clearly seen wearing a vest, joins them*
“Ladies and gents, one of them is stepping forward…”
*A dark-haired man steps forward, frantically adjusting his glasses. He is flanked by two armed guards, and a woman wearing what looks like a dog collar*
“HALT! Who are you and what are you doing in French territory?” *one of the GIGN members steps forwards and barks the question at the man*
“I am the Military Commander of the ISHRO Paramilitary organisation branch here in France. My name is Pierre; how can I help you gentlemen?”
“Who are the ISHRO?”
“I am afraid you will have to wait for our official announcement at Brussels for that information.”
“What official announcement at Brussels? You mean the current international meeting?”
“Of course. I believe we will be making an appearance following this… Incident.” *The man indicates to the scene behind him, where two men wearing red crosses are taking an injured soldier out of the tunnel*
*The camera wobbles as the cameraman scrambles to follow the reporter, who has moved towards the two medics*
“She’s been given morphine, but it looks like... Oh Jesus, reporters.” One of the men steps up, and pulls a Glock 17 from a hip-holster*
“Woah, woah, woah, we don’t want trouble…”
“Then wait for the official announcement, because THIS IS A LIVE COMBAT AREA.”
*A loud roar can be heard behind the medic, and a group of soldiers, some badly wounded and being carried, scramble out of the tunnel*
“PATRIACH, PATRIACH, PATRIACH!”
*Brussels conference, security swarms the area and the politicians attending look visibly shaken. A man and two woman walk in the room, all dressed in business attire, and flanked by eight well-equipped men, wearing gas masks. The crowd turns to them, and they take up position on the speaking podium*
“Ahem. Thank you for waiting for us. I am James Mayer, and I am the head of the ISHRO, otherwise known as the International Supernatural and Hyperscience Response Organisation, or as we are better known, the Illuminati.”
*Whispers ripple through the crowd, and even the security guards look surprised*
“I,” *One of the women steps forward,* “Am Diane Sacracen, the head of the ISHCR, which is the combative branch of our origination, and the ones currently fighting in Paris. Questions to wait until afterwards.”
“And I, *The other woman steps forward* “Am Caroline Suen-Guying, the head of the research branch of the ISHRO. There are more branches, however we are the main three and feel fully capable of answering questions. Country leaders first, and journalists later if we are not pulled away.”
*Many world leaders put their hands up, Hillary Clinton is picked.*
“How did you avoid detection for so long in a modern society, and are you a threat to any world government?”
*James steps forward*
“I will answer the second question first, and that is a resounding no. Despite our reputation, we have not been responsible for the toppling of any governments, although we have been responsible for many cover-ups in the past, of which, yes, September 11th, 2001 was one of them. The second one is a lot more complicated, and I fear that to do so would be rather… Difficult to explain without revealing a lot more about our organisation.”
“You were responsible for 9/11?”
“Believe me Mrs. Clinton, we do not take such matters lightly. Unfortunately for us, the nature of the incursion that day was too great for any other option but controlled detonation of the towers, yes. We lost many operatives and more civilians in that incident.”
*Ban-Ki-Moon raises his hand*
“You stated you were an international organisation?”
“That is correct, yes. Currently we have fully-fledged chapters in 130 or so countries, and sub-chapters in the remaining ones. We maintain a military presence in all of them to combat threats.”
*President Xi Jinping raises his hand*
“What, exactly are these threats you combat?”
*Diane steps forward*
“I can answer that. We combat otherworldly threats to this world, be they from space or…” *She turns to James, who nods at her.* “Or other dimensions. Hyperscience and Supernatural, as was stated.”
“I’m sorry, what?!”
*An image appears behind her, showing what can only be described as a skinless dog, it’s jaws unhinged and enlarged, and bulging with teeth. More photographs are shown, most of dead specimens, one of which looks to be a ‘Grey.’*
“Are you telling me all of these are threats that you have fought?”
“That is correct, yes.”
So, after reading most of that, you might be wondering what the hell is this roleplay? The answer, is that this is a world where the Illuminati is a force that combats alien and demonic incursions into Earth, and has recently been unveiled following the largest incursion ever. Will you take over a vigilante hunting origination members, a member of the group, or simply a person wishing to help with the defence of Earth in these dark days?
“What?”
“Conspiracy nuts are always so worried about us ruling the world, that they don’t stop to consider that we might actually be saving it.” Jonathan chuckled, before hurridly ratcheting the slide back on his gun, a stuck shell jamming the mechanism up. There was a ‘tink’ as the shell hit the ground, and then the thundering of his shotgun started up again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I see you fucking with them on those websites.” The chatter of my MP5 fell silent as I flicked out a new magazine, before resuming once more. “Motherfuck, this is one of the largest demon incursions I’ve seen! How the hell is this cover-up gonna work?”
“Blow the entire thing up, claim controlled demolitions went awry.” Hector stepped in, giving both of us a surprise as his L85 joined the already humongous noise the small force was putting out.
“Yeah, but this i-“ He was cut off mid-sentence, a prowler tearing out his throat, splashing blood over Hector’s mask.
“I’m blind, shit I’m bl-“ The line was breaking now, prowlers pushing forward, tearing holes in the force.
My radio crackled, “Order 34 is now in order, fall back and let the shields deal with it.” There was a frantic glancing around at fellows, before the line fell back almost as one, flashes of gunfire cutting off as the defenders ran or were killed.
“A mysterious force was seen combating an unknown threat outside of Bordeaux this afternoon. The forces are all heavily armed, although who or what they are fighting against remains a mystery. We go live to our on-the-scene correspondence, James Hazelfield, who is about to be one of the first people to make contact with this force.”
*A short pause, then the correspondent appears*
“Thank you Amanda, and yes, as you can see this force has been battling since about one o’clock today. Twice now, helicopters have arrived to provide re-inforcments and take away those who have been wounded, however the French Authorities have made it clear that they are not authorized, and that these men and women are not part of any governmental force.”
*Men in military uniform, as well as those from GIGN are currently approaching a cordon of soldiers around the vehicles at the back, who are firing heavy weaponry into a tunnel. The news reporter, who can be clearly seen wearing a vest, joins them*
“Ladies and gents, one of them is stepping forward…”
*A dark-haired man steps forward, frantically adjusting his glasses. He is flanked by two armed guards, and a woman wearing what looks like a dog collar*
“HALT! Who are you and what are you doing in French territory?” *one of the GIGN members steps forwards and barks the question at the man*
“I am the Military Commander of the ISHRO Paramilitary organisation branch here in France. My name is Pierre; how can I help you gentlemen?”
“Who are the ISHRO?”
“I am afraid you will have to wait for our official announcement at Brussels for that information.”
“What official announcement at Brussels? You mean the current international meeting?”
“Of course. I believe we will be making an appearance following this… Incident.” *The man indicates to the scene behind him, where two men wearing red crosses are taking an injured soldier out of the tunnel*
*The camera wobbles as the cameraman scrambles to follow the reporter, who has moved towards the two medics*
“She’s been given morphine, but it looks like... Oh Jesus, reporters.” One of the men steps up, and pulls a Glock 17 from a hip-holster*
“Woah, woah, woah, we don’t want trouble…”
“Then wait for the official announcement, because THIS IS A LIVE COMBAT AREA.”
*A loud roar can be heard behind the medic, and a group of soldiers, some badly wounded and being carried, scramble out of the tunnel*
“PATRIACH, PATRIACH, PATRIACH!”
*Brussels conference, security swarms the area and the politicians attending look visibly shaken. A man and two woman walk in the room, all dressed in business attire, and flanked by eight well-equipped men, wearing gas masks. The crowd turns to them, and they take up position on the speaking podium*
“Ahem. Thank you for waiting for us. I am James Mayer, and I am the head of the ISHRO, otherwise known as the International Supernatural and Hyperscience Response Organisation, or as we are better known, the Illuminati.”
*Whispers ripple through the crowd, and even the security guards look surprised*
“I,” *One of the women steps forward,* “Am Diane Sacracen, the head of the ISHCR, which is the combative branch of our origination, and the ones currently fighting in Paris. Questions to wait until afterwards.”
“And I, *The other woman steps forward* “Am Caroline Suen-Guying, the head of the research branch of the ISHRO. There are more branches, however we are the main three and feel fully capable of answering questions. Country leaders first, and journalists later if we are not pulled away.”
*Many world leaders put their hands up, Hillary Clinton is picked.*
“How did you avoid detection for so long in a modern society, and are you a threat to any world government?”
*James steps forward*
“I will answer the second question first, and that is a resounding no. Despite our reputation, we have not been responsible for the toppling of any governments, although we have been responsible for many cover-ups in the past, of which, yes, September 11th, 2001 was one of them. The second one is a lot more complicated, and I fear that to do so would be rather… Difficult to explain without revealing a lot more about our organisation.”
“You were responsible for 9/11?”
“Believe me Mrs. Clinton, we do not take such matters lightly. Unfortunately for us, the nature of the incursion that day was too great for any other option but controlled detonation of the towers, yes. We lost many operatives and more civilians in that incident.”
*Ban-Ki-Moon raises his hand*
“You stated you were an international organisation?”
“That is correct, yes. Currently we have fully-fledged chapters in 130 or so countries, and sub-chapters in the remaining ones. We maintain a military presence in all of them to combat threats.”
*President Xi Jinping raises his hand*
“What, exactly are these threats you combat?”
*Diane steps forward*
“I can answer that. We combat otherworldly threats to this world, be they from space or…” *She turns to James, who nods at her.* “Or other dimensions. Hyperscience and Supernatural, as was stated.”
“I’m sorry, what?!”
*An image appears behind her, showing what can only be described as a skinless dog, it’s jaws unhinged and enlarged, and bulging with teeth. More photographs are shown, most of dead specimens, one of which looks to be a ‘Grey.’*
“Are you telling me all of these are threats that you have fought?”
“That is correct, yes.”
So, after reading most of that, you might be wondering what the hell is this roleplay? The answer, is that this is a world where the Illuminati is a force that combats alien and demonic incursions into Earth, and has recently been unveiled following the largest incursion ever. Will you take over a vigilante hunting origination members, a member of the group, or simply a person wishing to help with the defence of Earth in these dark days?
