The Stracci Family

[Danny_Leo]

   
When you look in the eye of a Stracci, you look into the eye of pure f**cking evil

August 1996, a time of apparent peace in any country. Sicily was different. What is it famous for Mafias; Stracci, Corleone, Barzini. We've all seen them, taking control of certain areas, trying to gain respect. They had their own wars going on, which lasted long after the Great War. At the time, Sicily was being controlled by two main powers, Stracci and Corleone. Bitter battles that lasted long and hit hard on the population of these Mafia's took place every day. Our story starts 10 years back during this time of supposed peace for all countries, with a Sgarrista (a soldier) who goes by the name of Marty.           I don't know if you've ever been to Sicily in the summer, but I have. The sun is blaring down on you and the heat, well it's f**king unbearable. We still gotta do our jobs though, even if it means standing in this sauna guarding the compound from the enemy. Yea, yea, you may laugh. Not a very good life is it? Well it pays, and it pays well. You gotta like getting your hands dirty though; not the dirt from mud or grease, the dirt from blood and the bastards that think they know best. I don't do much of the dirty work right now, just the old job when there's no one else about. Hopefully one day I'll be rolling with the big fish. Anyway, back to the sauna, I got my man Franco here next to me; he's a Sgarrista too. We were meant to be guarding the compound, looking out for the Corleone cockroaches. To be honest, I hadn't seen any in about a week, they'd gone quiet. Maybe they were planning something; maybe they'd finished their attacks for now. We were out there on orders of the Capo Bastone, Joe. He's a good guy, a little hard from time to time but hey, what do you expect from a gangster? I didn't know where the Don was, he'd been out of town for about a month. Some said he was ill, gonna be sleeping with the fishes very soon. Some say he was visiting the family out in the US. I didn't know what to believe but whatever it was, we weren't not on first name terms. Back to the job at hand, I saw the flash of a vehicle in the distance. That must be Joey come back from the market? I said to Franco. I looked again and saw cursed out loud as I felt a bullet smash into the hut next to me. I shouted out to the others, but it was too late. The Corleone Alfa came hurtling into the gate, knocking it back with such a force I hadn't seen before. I looked to my left and saw the Tommy-gun wielding bandits shooting off in ever direction. I saw Leonardo fall, took a bullet straight in the head. As I looked back up the road, more and more cars got closer and closer. I realised that I was just lying on the floor, not doing anything. I picked myself up and crawled into the gate hut. Inside I saw Franco, sitting there with a bullet lodged into his leg. I went over to him and sat with him. We must've sat there for about an hour before the shooting stopped. What else could we do? All the guards were down, only me and Franco remained. Two against fifty, I'd like to see the outcome of that. Finally we heard the engines of the cars fire up and drive slowly out of the compound. We waited another ten minutes I helped him up. What I saw was anything worse than I?d seen before. Bodies everywhere, empty shells, blood, you name it, and it was there. I turned to Franco and said, S**t Franco, is this the end?? I don't think so Marty. I'm sure Stracci will live on. One day we'll dish out our own beating to those c**k-suckers.We did live on and like a Phoenix from ashes, we were re-born. A lot of s**t happened over the next few years, we were slowly rebuilding ourselves. For one, Franco were promoted; a proud member of the Stracci family. Oh yea, and remember the Don? He did die, not long after the shooting. Joe took over from him and appointed me as his right hand man. Not a bad position, ey? But we did bring Stracci back, I mean look where it is today.            If there's one thing I don't like about San Andreas, it?s the weather. You know, one minute it can be boiling hot and the next it p***es it down with rain. I think I prefer the heat of Sicily if I have to be honest but hey, we gotta go where the family goes. We moved to San Andreas just Joe became head of the family. He said that it would be a good place to set our foundations and build a new life. What we didn?t expect was how populated it was with other mafias and gangs.           So we touched down in Los Santos International and a car was waiting for us; by us I mean Joe, myself and Franco. We'd taken the private Shamal from an airport just outside of Rome, a long and boring flight. Those in-flight TV's never work, do they? So yea, we touched down at about 12:30, just in time for some lunch. That's where I first met Scat, he was just a driver at the time; I recruited him a while after. He drove us towards Vinewood, a place that would become our compound. Joe was looking out the back window and a bistro must've caught his eye. He signalled for Scat to pull over so he did. We went into the bistro, to my surprise, it was empty. A person who must've been the manager came over to us and I started talking. Why's this place so empty? You got a nice little bistro here. It's the local mob, you know... They come in demanding s**t from me but I don't got enough to pay 'em. I'm just a simple bistro owner, you know. That was the start of my good relationship with Jerry, the bistro owner. I offered him some protection and in return he said he?d brandish our name within the bistro. Within that first week we must've stopped at nearly all the businesses along that road. We offered them all protection and they gave us many things in return. It was easy to watch over them, after all our compound was just at the end. Oh yea, the compound, how could I forget. So we finished lunch at Jerry?s Bistro and carried on along the road. We got to the end and stopped at what will be our new compound. I got out the car and looked around. It was perfect for our new home. We bought it there and then, there was no doubt in it. Over the next few months, our boys came over slowly. Soon we had control of Vinewood and the surrounding area. We spread out across Los Santos, entering the property ladder by buying houses and businesses.           Los Santos wasn't enough for so we started looking elsewhere. We worked our way out from Los Santos, first through Red County. Franco and I took one of the Sultans from the compound and hit the highway, fast. We sped up towards Las Venturas, with me at the wheel of the vehicle. I brought it off at the last exit and we drove on towards Blueberry. We pulled into the country village, driving slowly past the on-lookers. I turned to Franco and said, We need somewhere to build from. Franco looked out the window; his eyes were set on the Ammunation. It was old, decrepit and ready for taking. I pulled up outside and we stepped out. I tucked my Beretta into my jacket; you gotta be ready at all times. I saw Franco do the same and I nodded my head to acknowledge it. *Ding Dong*, the bell chimed as we opened the door. I looked around, nothing, no one. S**t Franco, this place is f**ked!? He looked at me and smirked. Let's just set up here. No one will notice. So that's what we did. I brought in some guys to clear away the s**t. Within the next week we were ready and open for business.           With Blueberry under our control, we looked for a bigger place to conquer. Las Venturas was the obvious choice; it was just over the water from Blueberry. Things were going fine back in Los Santos, it was the summer and I was sitting in my office. The phone rang and I picked it up. It was Zesse, one of the new recruits. Your car is ready boss. I replied with a quick Thanks and put the phone down. I headed outside to greet Zesse. Ok Zesse, Joe wants us to go to Las Venturas, put our foot in there. Ok boss. I'll drive you there. I got in the car and waited for Joe. After 5 minutes, he finally came. We set off on the highway towards Las Venturas. When we arrived in Las Venturas we headed straight for the strip. There's a nice Ammunation off the strip, Joe said aloud. Zesse swung the car round and headed towards it. Like before, the Ammunation was empty and within a week, it was fully operational. This happened all over the place; there was only one place that stood in our way, San Fierro. You see, San Fierro was and still is controlled by a few mafias, none of which we get on well with. You've got Gvardia running the main chunk of it and Ancelotti running the rest of it. Like Corleone in Sicily, these bastards seemed to be everywhere; ruining s**t non-stop. ?We gotta do something about San Fierro, I said to Joe. We will, don't worry about it. When Joe says something like that, I really trust him on it. You know, that's what we did.             It wasn't long after the events in Las Venturas that we lost Franco. When I say lost, I don't mean he was whacked or anything. He left us for Ancelotti; well I thought he left us. I woke up on the Saturday morning, pulled on my pants and went out into the compound. I couldn't see Franco's Sultan so I thought he must've gone out for a drive. I headed over to Carlos, a new recruit, who was guarding the gate, to ask if he'd seen Franco go. Yea, I saw him heading towards San Fierro boss. I nodded my head, turned on my heel and headed back inside the compound. I walked through the labyrinth, eventually turning up at Joe's office. Joe was inside, writing something about Los Santos. I cleared my throat to get his attention and he looked up. Martin, what's up? he inquired. It's Franco; one of the guards saw him leave for San Fierro. Joe laughed and stated, It's nothing. He's gone on a mission to infiltrate Ancelotti. He'll be back soon. I nodded my head and stepped out of the office.           A week later, Franco returned to the compound with a huge smile on his face. We talked for what must've been 3 hours! He'd gone into the Ancelotti family, un-questioned and got a few answers to our questions. He gave us an update on their compound, their members and their vehicles. To be fair on them, they ain't doing too badly. Anyway, Franco was back and we were free to start work. I walked out into the compound and jumped into my Buffalo. Joe followed and sat in the seat next to me. We headed out of the compound passing a black Admiral, which was sitting opposite our HQ. I peered out of the left hand window attempting to see who was in the car. Who's that over there? I said to Joe as I pointed towards the Admiral. As I said it, the cars engine started up and it pulled away in a puff of smoke. Follow it, Joe ordered. I slammed my foot onto the accelerator and set off after the Admiral. After a short, 5-minute pursuit the black Admiral pulled up outside the FBI Headquarters in Downtown Los Santos. S**t, it's the feds, I cursed. I backed the Buffalo up and swung it round to face back the way we came. Then from out of nowhere a white Sentinel slammed into the side of us. The Buffalo went spinning back and as it did I just managed to take a glance at the Sentinel.  Gvardia's, I said to Joe. S**t, Joe cursed. Looks like they're after us. I head a crack and then felt a bullet from an AK-47 slam into the side of the Buffalo. I kicked the door open and grabbed my Beretta from the glove compartment. I saw Joe do the same and we both dived behind the car.  Round after round of AK-47 bullets came hurtling towards us. When they stopped to reload, we returned fire. I saw one of their members fall, took a bullet straight to the chest. We gotta call for back-up! Joe shouted. I nodded and open the left hand door of the Buffalo. Keep me covered you crazy bastard!? I shouted back. Once inside the car, I tried to look for the CB Radio handset. I found it lying on the floor and grabbed it. I jumped back out and sat next to Joe. All units, we need immediate back up at Downtown Los Santos. Under attack from five to ten Gvardia members!? I threw the radio back into the car and grabbed my Beretta from beside me. We continued firing shots back at them until our men arrived. I saw them come storming down the road, MP5's blaring. Joe and I stood up and unloaded a final clip towards the Gvardia's. We jumped into the Buffalo and I started the engine up. I watched as the final attackers fell victim to the MP5's. I shook my head and started a slow drive back towards the compound. I turned to Joe and said, Damn, looks like we're back at war. Joe nodded and took his phone from his pocket. He dialled a number and put the phone to his ear, I want twice as many men on the gates. We're at war, we can't lose again. He snapped the phone shut and placed it back into his pocket. I looked at Joe and carried on driving towards the compound. By the time we arrived back, three new guards had assembled at the main gate. I nodded to the one of them and he opened the gate. Through you go boss, he said as he opened the gate. I waved my hand in acknowledgement and ploughed on through the gate. I parked the Buffalo centrally, turned the engine off and pocketed the keys. I saw Joe make his way into the main building and I followed, tucking my Beretta back into its holster. I followed Joe into his office where we sat down. I watched Joe as he poured out two glasses of Jack Daniel's. He slid one across the table into my awaiting hand. I took and sip and looked at Joe. We're at war again Martin, he said to me. It's not gonna be easy, I answered. Franco joined us a bit later and we sat, drank and talked about the future. We moved to San Andreas to get away from the wars but it looked like we had moved into a war. What we didn't know was that it would be a war on two fronts. Since we had moved here, the FBI had been onto us, slowly filing cases against us and they would soon strike.            It wasn't long before we met our first real allies in Los Santos. Led by Panda and Maxy, the Araatus Yakuza were an obvious choice of allies. Our two groups were brought closer due to the Hawk Incident and we put our differences aside. If we were to defeat the Corleone Mafia, it was important that they join forces and make some kind of pact; so this is what we did. Our family, along with the Vegas Brotherhood joined forces with the Araatus Yakuza in order to overthrow the Corleone business dealings in Los Santos. For a few months, the going was good in the Magni Pact and it looked like the Corleone Mafia was being pushed out of Los Santos.           With the main aim of the Magni Pact to decrease Corleone business deals in Los Santos, it looked like there was no longer any need to have the pact. Within the next couple of weeks, the Vegas Brotherhood died and the Araatus Yakuza slowly drifted away from the Stracci Family. Because of this, they lost had lost all respect from our family. Joe knew that it was time to end the pact so he sent me and Gio out to spread the word. We had hoped that Araatus would remind friendly to us but this was not the case. The Kumicho Panda saw the Corleone Mafia starting to re-gain power in Los Santos and thought that it was a good idea to go against our family. In a matter of weeks, we had gone from Allies to Enemies. We were not only at war with Gvardia and Corleone, but now with Araatus as well. Things were not looking good for us; we were heavily out-numbered. Joe called a meeting in his office that night. The meeting was attended by the Stracci Family commission; the Don Joe, me, the Right-Hand, Franco, the Capo/Commander and the two Consigliere's, Enzo and Giorgio. We decided that things needed a change and that they would come into effect straight away. A lot of things happened over the next few weeks that made our family grow into the biggest power of Los Santos. We doubled our numbers and made sure all our new recruits received top quality training from our trainer, Franco. We invested a lot in weapons and the security at all our buildings increased. This were looking good for us, we would soon be in control of the whole of San Andreas.            I barged the door open with my shoulder, grabbing my jacket from the chair beside me. The badge on the front read "FBI Agent Johnson". The director wanted to see me in his office straight away and when he says now, he means now. I ran down the corridor, stopping at the end to catch my breath and to straighten my tie. I knocked on the door, just below the sign that read, "FBI Director Fernando Rivera". I pushed the door open and I briskly entered the room to see the FBI Director swivel round in his chair. You wanted to see me, Sir? I inquired. Fernando nodded his head and said, Yes Agent Johnson, I have a job for you. Are you aware of the growing mafia activity in the area of Vinewood? I fixed my gaze onto him and started to talk, Of course Sir. I see them outside their gates, guarding it like the old days. Fernando chuckled a little then opened his mouth to speak, We need some information about them. What their plans are what their numbers are and mostly who is involved. Do it in whatever way you deem necessary but get it done quickly. You have until Thursday of next week. I nodded my head to acknowledge his words then hurried out of his office, shutting the door behind me. I retraced my footsteps back into my room to prepare for the job ahead of me. I lent down beneath my bed and pulled out my Field box. I put my hand in and felt around inside. I took my bits out; a note board, paper, a pen and a pair of stainless steel binoculars. I felt around my waist to check that the Beretta I had previously strapped around was still there. I tucked an extra clip into my left jacket pocket and put all the equipment together in a bag. I grabbed my car keys from the ledge followed by my phone. I opened the door and turned left down towards the FBI Garage.           When I got down to the garage I looked around for my Premier. I saw it parked against the wall at the back so I jogged over to it. I unlocked it and jumped inside. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car jumped to life and I revved the engine. I checked my rear mirror and hastily reversed out of the parking spot. I put the car into first gear and sped out of the garage onto the streets of Downtown Los Santos. I swung the car around and motored on towards Vinewood and the Stracci Compound. I pulled the Premier up outside the compound and switched the engine off in one brisk movement. I pulled the binoculars off the seat next to me and put them against my eyes. I focused my glare towards the main entrance to see if I could spot anyone. Just as I was about to move on I heard a banging on the window. S**t! I cursed to myself. At the window stood a middle aged man with a bowler hat on his head. I looked at him then slowly rolled down the window. Can I help you? I asked politely. Yea, you can. Why the f**k are you looking at my house? he answered. I watched as he drew his Beretta from under his shirt. My eyes opened and I went to reach mine, ?I wouldn't do that, I heard a voice say. Another man had appeared wielding a dark, black MP5. I hit the steering wheel with my right hand and slowly stepped out of the car. Joey, move the Premier inside the gates, ordered the first man. Alright boss, came Joey's reply. The man got into my Premier and fired the engine up. I saw him slowly drive it through the heavily guarded gates. The first man put his Beretta into my back and ordered me to walk on. I slowly made my way into the compound, following the Premier that was in front. Hey look, Franco's caught a rat!? came a shout from the guards. A round of laughter started and I could tell this was going to be a bumpy ride.           Me and Joe were sitting in the office drinking more Jack Daniel's when Franco came in with the FBI agent. He sat him down in the cheer opposite Joe. What you get here Franco? I asked. I caught him out the front of the compound Martin. Had these on him, Franco replied as he threw me a set of binoculars. I laughed and passed the binoculars on to Joe. I saw him look at them and then he threw them into the corner. So you been spying on my family then you little rat, he said. The agent didn't answer him; he just sat there in his chair. If you're not gonna talk tough guy, I'll get rid of you now, I told him. Alright, alright. I'll talk, he blurted out. He threw down a folder and I bent down to pick it up; inside was all kind of files about our family. What is this s**t?? I asked him forcefully. It's my work. Listen I've got a job to find out about you guys. What you do, where you roll, that kind of thing. I don?t give a f**k!? Joe shouted. You don't do s**t with my family unless me or these boys know about it, capiche?? I saw the agent quiver in his seat and then he slowly nodded his head. Martin, Franco sort this weasel out, Joe said. I nodded and went over to the agent. Wait, wait, he stuttered out. How about I work for you? I got s**t loads of information I could give you. Access to files, data, anything you need!? I threw my head back in laughter and I saw Franco do the same. The little weasel is begging for his life! What do you say Joe? Let him work for us? I asked Joe. I saw Joe nod and he said, You work for me and if you put a foot out of line, Ill kill you and all you family, capiche? The agent nodded his head slowly and replied, Here, take this folder. It's everything about you and your family. I'll run back to the FBI Headquarters and grab my stuff. Ill be back in 5 minutes. I lent forward and picked up the folder, If you're not back in 5 minutes, I'll start with your mother. He scrambled out of the office and I saw him turn round the corner. Nice work guys. We've got a big advantage here, I stated.   Founded by NitrOx_Stracci

[NitrOx]

Application rules.

In order to be accepted as a member of this organization, you will have to prove that your age is above 18. Exceptions are made if your intellectual abillities are high. People with language problems are not accepted.

[NitrOx]

YoYo! Added zeh new bar to zeh topic & meet zeh new members zeh french & zeh nnay!  :wow:

[The_Wolf]

Hey nitrOx, is the forum I made for you still on, or u want me to delete it ?

[NitrOx]

You can rmeove it

[Celiolith]

1. What is your ingame name?: Celiolith atm, but changing to Savage.
2. Do you have any RPG experience?: Well, yes.
3. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG?: one month.
4. Are you online often? How long?: Very often online and maybe 6 hours or so.
5. What things are you specialised in?: Shooting and doing hitman jobs.
6. Do you agree with following orders from your leaders?: Yes
7. Do you agree with Stracci family rules?: Of course.

[NitrOx]

1. What is your ingame name?: Celiolith atm, but changing to Savage.
2. Do you have any RPG experience?: Well, yes.
3. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG?: one month.
4. Are you online often? How long?: Very often online and maybe 6 hours or so.
5. What things are you specialised in?: Shooting and doing hitman jobs.
6. Do you agree with following orders from your leaders?: Yes
7. Do you agree with Stracci family rules?: Of course.

Accepted as Full Member

[Helljumper89]

 Hello my Stracci friends, I would like to ask a question to why Kage_Stracci was trying to kill me? After this I was trying to decide weither or not to help Danchi kill Nitrox, but I just decided not to.

[Icarus]

Hello my Stracci friends, I would like to ask a question to why Kage_Stracci was trying to kill me? After this I was trying to decide weither or not to help Danchi kill Nitrox, but I just decided not to.

You didnt "Just decide" as me and nitr0x know fine well  :roll:

[Gimax]

New topic! nice... ok nitrox... i dont know whats area of my crib.. its near compound... also put there a BIZ LIST  :rules: .. and you can put here a maverick on list.. mine..  :m4: :sig: :::

[Helljumper89]

You didnt "Just decide" as me and nitr0x know fine well  :roll:

 What? I never did anything to Stracci.

[punk_boy_4_ever]

1. What is your ingame name?: N3urON.
2. Do you have any RPG experience?: Yes more experience in RPG.
3. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG?: 4-5 months.
4. Are you online often? How long?: Yes..minim 2-3  hours per day and max 6-7.
5. What things are you specialised in?: Shooting.
6. Do you agree with following orders from your leaders?: Sure.
7. Do you agree with Stracci family rules?: Yes.

[Freedom]

1. What is your ingame name?: N3urON.
2. Do you have any RPG experience?: Yes more experience in RPG.
3. How long have you been playing on Argonath RPG?: 4-5 months.
4. Are you online often? How long?: Yes..minim 2-3  hours per day and max 6-7.
5. What things are you specialised in?: Shooting.
6. Do you agree with following orders from your leaders?: Sure.
7. Do you agree with Stracci family rules?: Yes.

Accepted as OUTSIDER(trial 3 days)

[Gimax]

what we do?

[Freedom]

*Update*
We own a desert base now