In tonight’s episode, the Ministers sell a lot of gently used cars, and blow some things up.
Yes, fair readers, it has been a while since our last update. Fear not! For the Ministers of Argumentation have not been idle. Much has been accomplished! Many bandits have been vanquished! Many vehicles have been acquired and then sold on at a profit! Many other vehicles have been crashed… and, er… some helicopters. And one car, which was dropped from the skies. But that’s for later!
The Ministers (now regularly three strong, having been reinforced by their old friend Hecuva, he of the land of Hurricanes) have found the placement of Ministry HQ to be most advantageous. It lies alongside a dirt road which is regularly traveled by bands of armed brigands. The Ministry feels that it is only their duty to rid the lands of Altis from such undesirable traffic, and so they have fought many a battle against these evil forces. Ministry HQ is now regularly the site of pitched battles – picture it thus: surrounding the shiny (if slightly tarnished and…er… shoddy) tower of Ministry HQ is a band of armed thieves. The Ministers rush to their fighting positions! Hecuva, to his vehicle of choice, which usually involves a large gun on the roof. Noberino and The Monkey to the fighting top armed with rifles, usually of late with underslung grenade launchers.
And then the fight begins! Woe to the enemy, for the grenades of Monkey and the Noob rain down upon their heads like the rain upon the seas which were formerly Noah’s front lawn. The speeding projectiles propelled from the heavy machinegun on the roof of Hecuva’s Strider turn their vehicles to a swiss cheese so delectable that someone occasionally tries to make a sandwich out of it.
This usually involves a second, or third, or eleventeenth set of bandits who come speeding down the road, only to crash in to the remains of the previous bunch of bandits, thus sandwiching their vehicles – and occasionally their comrades – firmly together. These new arrivals are speedily dispatched by our heroes, and when practicable, their vehicles are removed to the parking area behind HQ (aka the Helipad) for later transport to the recycler’s shop to be turned in to poptabs.
On a recent night, this was the scene after a few such pitched battles:

All of these vehicles were shortly transformed into poptabs, that wonderful currency of the land, and thence into vehicles of all kinds: armed Striders, spare Ifrits, and yes, even some helicopters. Having been dissatisfied with his Huey, Nooberino has added several more of these birds of freedom and justice to the Ministry Aviary. There is a Taru, useful for moving large objects (of which again, more later) there was also a Pawnee, until Hecuva was killed with a single shot by what must have been the world’s greatest assassin, while flying it. The Pawnee did not survive, but after last night’s fracas The Noob acquired another.
Having helicopters of course lead to discussions of inventive ways with which to use them to better decimate the enemy forces. Not content with simply flying in, guns blazing and rockets firing, (oh no! much too pedestrian!) Our Heroes soon discovered the ability to HALO jump out of the helicopters. This was all well and good, but since the “real” military is able to deploy fighting vehicles by dropping them in to combat from helicopters, why couldn’t the ministers do the same?
And so it was time for some “scientific” testing. Our Heroes procured a Lada sedan which had surely lived out its useful life. The Noob slung it beneath the Taru, and proceeded to drop it from 100m in the air. The car survived, with nary a popped tire or a single bit of damage! A second attempt was made, this time from 200m up, with identical result! Now it was time for, as they say, the rubber to meet the road. The Monkey shed all of his gear, (and in the best tradition of those about to do something extremely stupid) drank several of Hausmann’s finest beers, and stepped in to the driver’s seat of the Lada. The Noob slung the car beneath the mighty Taru and took it up to an altitude of no less than 400m.
Ladas away! The Monkey did his very absolute best job of not screaming like a little girl plummeting to her death while locked in an old Soviet era sedan being dropped from beneath a helicopter. Unfortunately, his best was not enough, and his squeal of terror was heard for miles.
The rubber literally met the road when the Lada impacted with a mighty “THUD.”
There was no explosion. The Monkey was hurt, but ALIVE!
He got on the radio, and transmitted up to the Noob – who was hovering expectantly overhead – “Hey, that wasn’t that bad. I’m down to about 50% health, but I think I’m going to be jus…”
At that moment, the Lada exploded in a gigantic fireball.
Airborne operations in old Soviet sedans are not a good idea, even for the Ministry.