Team: The Maersk Blues
Category 27. The Ides of March.
Great men, falls by treason and conspiracy! Tell us a story of assassination, treason and crime...
Welcome to another thrilling episode of Mission:Impossible, Season 67!
Corresponding dialogue will appear beneath each photo.
Since the story jumps around quite a bit, I have tried to make it a little easier to understand by adding a "..." between transitions of sorts. If a "..." is all by itself between two photos, it means that the second photo doesn't take place immediately after the first, so the second photo could be a flashback, a flashforward, or one of those "commercial break" moments. Hope this clears any would-be confusion! :)
Without further ado...
Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the show (and grab a bag of popcorn too, it's one of those 45 minute specials)!
I remember where I was the day everything snapped. There were riots, killings, dismantlings. What finally rose out from the smoke of chaos was the Postal Service, but not the mail service of years past. This was the merging of all branches of the government and society into one "we'll solve all your problems" package, led by none other than the "Fearless Postmaster General". Seven years of corruption, oppression, and greed have passed, and things have changed...
Christopher Nolan, J. J. Abrams - their names used to mean something. But now the only thing that matters is their age: over seventy. Things have changed...
I used to let in my team of agents through this very door before mission briefings. They began disappearing one by one after the Postal Service attained power. Now I'm the only agent left who hasn't fled the country or been killed. Things have changed...
Recording: Good evening, Greg. Two days ago, Stanley Balgona, a chief Balognastanian official, was captured and imprisoned by the Postal Service. Although Balognastan is a faithful ally of our agency, this event stressed the already strained relationship between America and Balognastan, and Balognastan has warned that it will take drastic offensive measures if the official is not returned.
Recording: Your mission, if you decide to accept it, is to rescue Stanley Balgona and return him to his country before the Balognastanian government puts its measures into effect on March 15th, 2063. If you are caught, or killed, the agency will disavow any knowledge of you or your actions. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
Two minutes later...
This mission is going to be a tough one, and I know I can't do it alone. Well, I guess the solution is to start recruiting tomorrow...
I should probably clean my couch too.
...March 13th, 2063...
Greg: You've all come from different walks of life, and you've all been chosen for this mission for different reasons, but we have one goal here, and that is to rescue Stanley Balgona from the Postal Service.
Greg: If any of you are getting nervous and thinking of pulling out, I'll have to shoot you. Everyone okay? Right then. Let's get on to the specifics.
Greg: Fitch, in order to access the Postal Service's computer system undetected, we'll have to overload the system. The problem is, if we try to overload the system ourselves, we'll be detected by security. But I've discovered that if the Postal Service is on red alert, the computers are unintentionally overloaded because of all the extra data flow. In short, by breaking into the facility ahead of us and leading the guards on a wild goose chase, you can cause the network to overload itseld so that Marley (I'll get to you in a minute) can safely and secretly access the computer system. Got it?
Fitch: Ummm, yes?
Greg: Marley, your job is to hack into the computer network and make the job as easy for us and as hard for the guards as possible.
Greg: This suitcase contains all you'll need to access the system.
Greg: Ariadne, Brian, you'll be giving me support as we make our way to the solitary confinement cell that Balgona is being held in.
Greg: Finally, how do we know exactly where to find Balgona? Well, I discovered in my research that one of the men who guards Balgona's cell serves a night shift outside the bar in district 9 on Tuesdays. Now I have here a few coins which look like Gold dollars, but are actually tracking devices. Brian, what I want you to do is go to that bar on Tuesday night, get into trouble by acting like you've had a few too many, and bribe the guard with gold coins. The day of the rescue, we'll know exactly where Balgona is!
...March 14th, 2063...
Greg: Welcome to boot camp, agents! Let's get started!
By the end of the day...
Greg: Are you sure your name isn't Annie Oakley?
Marley: Hey, I just hacked into MOCpages in three seconds!
Brian: I got th-this hotwiwin' ting down!
Greg: Feelin' the burn after holding those gun cases all day?
Fitch: Ummmm, nope.
Greg: Alright, I think our work here is done. And Brian, next time don't drink and drive.
Brian: O-okay. Yo-you betcha, Gweg.
...March 15th, 2063...
Greg: Any questions? Okay. Brian, did you bribe the guard?
Brian: Occifer, I s-s-sfwear I haven't bean drinkling toni-night. Ho-ho-honest.
Brian: Sure did.
Greg: Then we're all set. It's showtime.
Fitch: I'm at the east gate and there don't seem to be any guards present. Marley, you in position?
Marley: I'm ready whenever you are. Remember to place the sonic screwdriver right next to the keypad. It should unlock the gate.
Fitch: It's open. I'm going in...
*wzzzzz* *wzz* *wzzzzzzz*
Fitch: Woah, you startled me for a second! Can anyone tell me where the bathroom is?
Marley: Greg, I've accessed the computer system, and I've halted any information from leaving the complex so no one outside knows what's going on. In other words, you're free to enter.
Greg: We're in. Brian, make sure the north area is clear for Marley when he comes out of the tunnel on this side. Ariadne, stick with me.
Marley: Sounds good. Fitch, how are things going?
Fitch(over the intercom): Well, I lost the guards...
...but there's been a minor complication...
*ting* *ting* *ting* *ting* *ting*
*clank* *clank* *clank*
Fitch: I'm at the rendezvous point, but ther-
Marley: Fitch? You there? Heh he h-
Brian: You're really lucky, y'know that?
Ariadne: It appears that Fitch got into some real trouble.
Ariadne: Marley, Greg and I just arrived at the rendezvous point. Start heading over here. And keep an eye out for Fitch.
Marley(over the intercom): Alright. Brian's already on his way. Just don't shoot at him. Somehow he acquired one of the guard's suits...
Ariadne: Roger that. Here he comes now.
Greg: Okay, let's get down to that cell and get Balgona outta here!
Ariadne: Poor guy!
Balgona: You're not here to kill me, are you?
Greg: No. we're here to get you out.
Balgona: Oh, thank heavens! I thoug-
Greg: Whoa! Wait! Ariadne, check around the cell door for sensors. Balgona, I don't know how to put this, but you're wearing a bomb vest.
Balgona: Oh, so that's what this thing is!
Ariadne: Yep, there are sensors there all right, and they're not connected to the security network, so we can't deactivate them. If Balgona passes through the doorway, we're all blown to pieces.
Balgona: But you are super spies. You have already come this far, so why can't you deactivate a simple bomb?
Greg: It's not that simple, but Marley might just be able to figure something out.
Brian: Speak of the devil...
Ariadne: Fitch, you're alive! You're missing an arm! You just shot Marley!
Fitch: His real name's Ettub Rute.
Ariadne: How do you know that?
Fitch: You see, I met him on this website called From Bricks to Bothans. I didn't know him personally, but we had competed against each other in contests and such. I noticed that he had posted some comments about how "humanity is a plague" and how "the population must be regulated", so I thought it was wise to report him. Trouble was, who would I report him to? The corrupt website managers? No. So I decided to do a little research. Turns out he was an inventor and the leader of an anti-human cult! When Greg recruited me and we had that first mission meeting, I was shocked to see Ettub Rute standing feet away from me, so shocked that I didn't know what to say. I knew that we couldn't do the mission without him, because no one else is as handy with a computer as him, but knowing his twisted character, I figured that he volunteered for the mission just so he could kill Balgona and cause a chain reaction which would probably start another world war! I had to do something about him. And apparently Rute thought the same about me. He knew that I knew too much, so he had to kill me. He couldn't kill me during the planning process of the mission, because that would arouse suspicion. He had to find a way to terminate me during the mission. He couldn't bribe any of the guards, because that would compromise his plan, so he decided to build that massive robot I encountered earlier and program it to search and destroy. And it almost succeeded. Luckily, I got the best of it using some duct tape, a sponge, and a dead rat.
Rute: You forgot to mention that I'm Batman!
Lucky Hank: I invited him.
Greg: Don't do drugs!
Guy: Ugh... ...I gotta stop drinking eggnog and orange soda before I go to bed.
An increbidly long and well illustrated story. Great fun too. I especially like how the couches changed before and after cleaning :) The scuplture over the entrance to the Postal Service buildig looked great too.
Hahaha, wow! I haven't been commenting on much lately, but seeing as I'm at school and unable to build right now I figured I'd check this out. Phenomenal work! The story is brilliant, as are the scenes. Your eye for fine detail, colour, and angle is nigh-unparalleled, and the photography's perfect. I sense a clutch of fives on the horizon!