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| The War of Illusions; Or: Lights! Camera! Explosions! | |
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| Allegheny | Nov 12 2010, 12:26:48 AM Post #121 |
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Iruk Whiskey company set up in the city center, the area that had been hit the hardest. They had been ordered to patrol their sector and pass out supplies to citizens still in the city. Surprisingly many hadn't left despite the destruction brought upon by the fighting, some even went about their day as if nothing had happened. Rebecca Grey had been given a field promotion and control of a field hospital set up to treat injured civilians. The Captain's Lieutenant had been walking around the camp yelling about the grooming standard that the army required of it's combat troops when he entered her tent. She was mending a child's broken leg when he arrived. "Sargent! How are things going here?" He asked. "Everything is well sir, I'd like to put in a formal request for more medical supplies if possible, if we are going to keep treating these civilians then we will need alot more." Grey reported. "I'll put in the request for you, you know the drill." Rebecca nodded. "Only the worst injuries, yes sir I know. If you could station a few sentries outside to help keep some of the people away, I am getting mobs of people asking for diazepam to help them sleep, they are getting restless and a fight broke out yesterday." The Lieutenant sighed. "I'll see what I can do. Be advised that the Vekaiyun Premier will be visiting the city soon. Command wants us all to look our best for the delegation." Rebecca nodded again and continued to work on her patients. --------------------- Checkpoint nearby, Iruk. Sargent Chambers and Billy Coen sat near the APC's, manning a checkpoint on the road keeping cars away from their camp and the field hospital. Every so often they would let injured people through on foot. "Dude this shit is fucking boring man, these new Rules of Engagement blow chunks." Coen whined. "Yea, but thats how things are, now we have to actually get to stabilizing this place rather than destroy it entirely. We really got some invading this place though." Sargent Chambers said laughing. "Hell yeah, get some!" Coen replied |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 12 2010, 02:23:05 AM Post #122 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Nilisa Junior Lieutenant Martin Kurvar of the 47th Tank Guard Army looked out at the terrorist-operated older model of the TU-104 Sulessi Class Tank. The enemy tank had to be taken out. "Alright, furballs! Let's have at it!" Junior Sergeant Eleena Sivinizeris rolled her eyes at the mention of the word 'furballs.' She, Martin, and Private Michael Kristelian were inside a T-90 tank fighting against both terrorists and the remaining Maxists. The Confederate Armed Forces were going to crush these insurgents. Eleena remembered hearing how the Vekaiyuns had come to Vulshain's aid when Merrill Rivers held Vulshain in his ironfisted grip. The T-90 tank fired the anti-tank shell at the TU-104. The T-90s were slightly superior to the TU-104, although both TU-128 Buresk Class Tank and T-90 were basically equal in comparison. The shot struck the enemy tank. The shot damaged the TU-104, but did not destroy the tank. The TU-104 quickly turned its attention from the Confederate soldiers to the Confederate tank. Private Michael floored the T-90 like his foot was made of lead, speeding the Russian-made tank along the hilly terrain. The T-90's turrent spun around and aimed at the TU-104 and fired two more shots. The first one destroyed the enemy tank, while the second was overkill. Meanwhile, three Hinds were busy firing missiles and bullets at enemy soldiers. Several hours later, the battle was over. The remaining Maxists dropped their weapons and held their hands above their heads. Many of them expected to be executed. To their surprise, the Confederates didn't execute them. Instead, they were rounded up and taken to Base 1A-Bravo. Base 1A-Bravo was where the coastal defenses once stood. It was a base to hold the POWs. The Maxists were treated humanely. Any soldier found beating or harassing a POW was punished. So far, none of the Confederates had dared mistreated the POWs. Inside the city the Confederates were slowly restoring order. They were working closely with the city's police, helping the exhausted officers in stopping riots and shootings. Hinds flew over the city. Medics and doctors treated the injured and dying. Private James Erynis drove the truck towards the ruins of the school. He didn't catch what the school's name was, but he and several of his comrades had a job to do. "Alright, we're here. Let's start getting these people out of here." The Vekaiyun children and adults who had fled here to seek refuge from the fighting watched in both suspicion and fear as the Confederate soldiers began getting off the trucks, APCs, and jeeps. Private Erynis looked at them. A little Vekaiyun vulpine girl with pigtails looked up at him with fear-filled green eyes. She was wearing a pink dress and her fur was completely red. Private Erynis looked down at her and smiled. "Hey there," he said, his translation device translating his English into Unonian. "What's your name?" The little vixen simply held her fox plush doll tightly as her tail went between her legs. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He reached out to pat her on the head, when an adult vixen, probably the little vixen's mother, grabbed the little girl away from and snarled at James. "Keep your flithy hands from my kit!" "Easy ma'am. I wasn't going to hurt her. I was just going to--" "Just get the hell out of our country! We don't need your help!" "Ma'am. I don't know if you know this, but Vulshain has a debt to pay back to Vekaiyu, and we plan to do so. Here, take this." Fishing something out of his pocket, he held a cherry filled cereal bar to them. A little teenage kit reached out to take it. Suddenly, one of the trucks exploded. "Take cover! It's the RRAM!" Cursing under his breath, James pulled out his MP-443 Grach and started firing back at the terrorists. "Keep them away from the civilians," James' superior ordered. James nodded and fired his last shots before taking cover behind some rubble and reloaded. He heard a Hind fly overhead. The Hind started firing back at the RRAM terrorists, killing them all. Smiling he turned back only for his smiled to quickly vanish. He was looking at the little vixen crying over her mother. "Momma! Momma! Momma!" "Shit. MEDIC! I NEED A MEDIC! I GOT A WOUNDED CIVILIAN!" Two medics rushed over. They quickly examined her. One of them a female Lobo told James, "She's taken two bullets to the chest. She'll live, but we have to take her to Base Dove. We can't treat her here." "Please don't take my Mommy! Please don't!" The little vixen was crying, her tears running down her face. "Hey, it's okay. We're going to take good care of your mommy and you." James' superior then ordered the wounded and the civilians to be taken to Base Dove. Base Dove was the name given to the medical camp where the wounded civilians were being taken. It was actually a hospital. To keep insurgents, terrorists, thugs, and other lowlifes from even thinking of shooting a bullet at the hospital, the hospital was heavily guarded by T-80 tanks, 2S1 Gvozdika self-propelled howitzers, 2S9 NONA self-propelled mortars, and 2S25 Sprut-SD tank destroyers. Several BTR-80 APCs drove by, carrying troops to help put down riots in the northern part of the city. As James carried the wounded Vekaiyun, she coughed asking, "Why? Why are you doing this?" "Just doing my job, ma'am." "No...*cough* *cough* *hack*...why are you helping us? You're not even a Vulpine." "To us Vulshainians, species means nothing. Or so, I've been told." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Whatever *cough*. Thank you for saving me. Now, just hurry up, and restore order to our city, and get the Hell out of our nation." He nodded as he placed her on a cot. The doctors and medics immediately began to treat her as her daughter held her mother's hand. James smiled then asked the doctor, "She going to make it?" The human doctor nodded. "Yep. She's lucky the bullets didn't hit any vital organs. She'll live, but she's going to need plenty of rest." James nodded and panted the little kit on the head. This time, the mother didn't snarl. This time she smiled. As James was leaving, the little kit tugged on his pants. As he looked down at her, she meekly said, "Thank you." He smiled and watched as she went back to her mother. James soon found himself at the soup court. Actually it was a nearby park transformed into a makeshift soup kitchen, but the Confederates had to call it something. James saw that they were unhanded as the Vekaiyuns were hungry. "I told you, I don't want this crap!" James turned and saw some elderly gray-furred Vulpine complaining about the food. "Listen, sir, this isn't some 5-star restaurant. I can't help it if it isn't what you're used to, but be thankful you're getting some food." The gray-furred Vulpine mumbled something. James heard a little bit. "Stupid bourgeois Vulshainians. Coming here, telling us what to do..." The gray-fur walked off with a soup bowl filled with lapsha* and peanut butter and chocolate sandwich. James saw his buddy, Pete being the cook. "Hey, Pete what's up?" "James! Damn it! Grab an apron and lend us a hand. These Vekaiyuns are hungry, and I can't take the food out and cook at the same time!" "Roger that, o almight chef--" "Just get your ass in gear!" Smiling, James grabbed a somewhat clean apron and began taking food to the Vekaiyuns. Some of them eagerly ate the food, thankful to have something at last in their bellies, while others were unsure about the food. One of them a Vekaiyun teenage vixen pointed at her soup, and asked, "What is this?" "She-crab soup," James answered. A teenage vulpine sitting next to her took a bite out of his cornbread. The vixen simply ate her soup, but while she didn't like it, she ate it anyways. James continued to serve the Vekaiyuns as the day went on. ------------------------------------ Admiral Frederick nodded to his communications officer. "Inform Lady Premier Levinile that we have control of half the city. The rest of province is already stablized." "Sir, we have located the leader of the RRAM." "Good. Good." OOC: Todd if you noticed anything off with the tank battle free feel to let me know. I meant to ask you about Vekaiyu's tanks before you went to bed but I forgot to. |
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| yk001nul | Nov 12 2010, 02:54:21 AM Post #123 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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Jeremiah stood idly by in the blistering heat of the northern Fyrdowsi desert. The gateway from which the survivors of Iruk came through was eerily silent. No following attempt was made from the other side of the gate ever since the survivors' initial arrivals. The tattered makeshift tents of the survivors, constructed just after their initial entry to weather the harsh desert climate, were now half-buried in sand. They were built in anticipation of newer arrivals, but it seemed that there was none. It was either that there were no longer anyone with the ability to open the gates, or that everyone outside the sanctuary was killed. So grim were the aspects of the heathen's wars, so much that Jeremiah could not stop thinking on what to do next. A slight cough from behind caught him by surprise. Jeremiah turned around and saw the elder vulpine from before, the one with the silvery mane who was leading the sanctuary's community. He looked much better now, after a week under the care of the capital's apothecary. "How's the condition of the refugees?", Jeremiah asked. The elder vulpine nodded. "Most of them are still in shock, but they are generally healthy now. We still have complains from some, especially the non-believers, who could not get used to this nation's compulsory work system, but I think they are a lot more comfortable in the refugee center here. Considering what had happened to them, they have a perfectly justifiable reason to feel that way." Jeremiah looked at the idle gateway, and asked the vulpine in earnest. "What do you think had happened to all those who refused to enter our sanctuary and those who stayed behind to guard the sanctuary?" The elder vulpine shrugged, then shook his head slowly. "The ways of the traditional vulpine wars can be cruel. I doubt that anyone would be left alive. Therefore, you can remove any hope of returning there to find any remaining survivors, for there will be none." Jeremiah laughed. The elderly fox sure knew how to read minds, he thought. The elder vulpine picked up a rag doll which was almost buried under the sand among the remnants of the temporary tents. He brushed off the sand from the doll. A big, illegible, childish-looking inscription of an Unonian character was scrawled on the underside of the doll, probably the name of the doll's owner. The elder vulpine sighed when he saw a large patch of dried blood covering half of the inscription. "You know, there is no difference between me and the vulpine soldiers running amok in the Iruk suburbs. Yet we are not the same, at the same time. It's a paradox that I think is familiar even to Fyrdowsian humans. Unfortunately, I could not foresee that the differences would emerge into something as disastrous as this. The Scriptures are right to warn us about the false gods who can turn brothers against brothers by using such a mundane fact of life. Such is the deceptive illusion of hubris." Jeremiah raised his brows. "False god, brother?", he asked. The elder vulpine ignored the monk's question as he turned his attention towards the sky. The wind blew stronger and hotter with every passing seconds, and soon the sand-dunes would follow. He politely excused himself and turned away to head back to wherever he came from. Jeremiah watched on as the old vulpine walked away. Realizing that there was still something he need to know from the old man, the monk hailed him aloud from a distance. "Old vulpine, I still do not know your name. What is your name?" The elder vulpine turned around for a while and replied, "It's 'Silver Fox'. Go ask the Order guys if you still want to verify that, or more. Could be useful for that black suit of yours." Jeremiah stood silent as the elderly vulpine faded into the distance. He was really a sly fox after all, he thought. He never knew that a deeply infiltrated high-ranked Order operative was there all along, watching him in action. The sandstorms already loomed in the horizon though, and Jeremiah found it better to ponder on endlessly inside the safety of his monastery, for it would not be long before the sandstorms engulfed the entire place, burying every remaining signs of the survivors under the sand. Soon, he too disappeared into the sandy horizon. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 12 2010, 10:18:00 AM Post #124 |
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Planet Telox
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Checkpoint, near Iruk He was still getting used to being alive again. His body was thin, more prone to tiring. It itched at times, requiring him to scratch it to alleviate the malady. It required him to physically move in order to accomplish a goal. And while his gate was still rather clumsy at best, at least the story of a clumsy priest was an easier sell than a clumsy soldier. And yet, he found himself drawn to Iruk again. It was just his luck to be restrained to a body in a small town resting on the provincial border of Iruk. He had hoped to make it to Eldura where all the action was, but luck would not have it that way. Instead, it seemed against him. He wasn't a full-blown priest yet either. But he knew ways to work around that. He could cheat the system he learned twenty years ago. It was religion - religion didn't change, even if the government changed around it. Ironic how the only comfort in this nation anymore was religion. Even more ironic was how it was supposedly tied into his work. He could always quit the priesthood if things became too complicated, but he didn't want to stop just yet. The key to getting any kind of real power was tied into religion. The leaders relied on the priests. The Commodores and Generals received blessings from them and even requested prayers from those priests who had a high "success rate". So strong was this tie to the Vayan Catholic faith to their realm of power, not even he could separate it. In the end, they would win out: the Bishop of Eldura would pardon Selvala for murder. Pardon for murder? Those who made the rules could do whatever they wanted, it seemed. He pulled his car up to a few soldiers who looked to be approaching the vehicle to the driver's side. The soldiers from before, it seemed. Their blue eyes gave it away almost immediately. Once his car approached, he rolled down the window. "Good morning, gentlemen," he greeted as he pushed his glasses up on his face. "I am priest in training, looking to treat some of the befallen in addition to administering last rights. May I be granted clearance?" |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 12 2010, 10:04:55 PM Post #125 |
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Ikrisia's railcar pulled into one of the operational stations in Iruk some time in the late morning. She gazed out her window and watched as a small gathering had been waiting for her arrival - from her commodores to common citizens. They all were waiting. Some held signs, some bouquets, some just whatever kind of food they could find. It was the antithesis of serenity, however, and the hopeful faces did little to dissuade that. They were all facades. She had witnessed the scenery on her voyage from Eldura to Iruk, how the countryside turned from common and peaceful to scarred and decrepit. First it was crops destroyed. Nothing too meaningful there - Listonia would always fill out whatever Vekaiyu could not. She might have to deal with a few unhappy farmers, but there was no pleasing everyone anyway. Fields gave way to small towns, some relatively untouched, others shelled to oblivion. Old buildings, historic buildings of all sorts of importance sighed and bowed to the power of the mighty combined forces of the Vekaiyun and Alleghenian throngs. But no bodies. Just scenery. It all looked like paintings, but not the pleasant ones that adorned her governmental residence. These scenes were real. And except for the occasional gatherings at the stations along the way or farmer in the distance plowing his fields for the fall harvest, there wasn't much in the way of citizens. That is, until she entered the Iruk limits. It all happened so fast. The city came on gradually, but the scene changed drastically from typical to hellish within a few miles. The city limits sans the suburbs were the worst. Bodies were plentiful there, most of which were untouched by bullets or mortar, it seemed. This had to be the result of the chemical taking out millions of people. Amazing what small molecules unseen by sentient eyes could do to a population. Once footage like this hit the international spectrum, there would be talks demanding nations reduce their stockpiles of chemical weapons, conferences with disconnected nations and even more disconnected leaders smiling and posing in front of cameras as if to say 'oh we won't kill you with a gas, we'll just rape your nations the old fashioned way.' Amazing how the chemical wasn’t even intended for war either. The entire city was like a child playing near powerlines when they brought that solvent out into the open like that. Who do you blame? The child? The people who built the power lines? The power plant itself, which sent volts of electricity across the wires? Or can you really blame anyone? Ikrisia had one answer to give. The Maxists. They had to be responsible for this. Her railcar passed through one of the commercial areas of the city. Gazing upon a city without any action was almost surreal. She had been to Iruk before. It was once Vekaiyu’s third largest city. The traffic was maintained well but constant. People walked the streets, lined the streets, all of them – the young, the old, bakers, barbers, businessmen, school teachers, housewives, bartenders, city workers, military men, young men who aspired to lofty goals. All wiped out in a matter of minutes. Entire buildings, their residents spirited away. Busy corporations with their Iruk branches, gone. The only things that remained were the buildings and the bodies. People were still in their vehicles, the car windows rolled up tight. Children were curled up onto the street. Businessmen were slouched over one another, like in their last moments they didn’t care about a company project or a deadline, but about each other. Each block she could see was the same story. The one with the schoolbuses stopped at a traffic light was the worst. No child had a chance there. She didn’t have to be there to know how it all happened. Those who had their windows open were the first to go, then the sound of screams and crying would slowly decrease as they died off one by one. The gas was not selective in who it killed. It was unmerciful, indiscriminate, and at the same time gentle. People literally looked like they had for whatever reason decided to take a nap during their morning commute, only to never wake up again. And while there was death all around, the city was none the wiser. Traffic lights flickered, tickers across a few large buildings displayed little news blurbs in Unonian, even a big screen TV barely visible from the angle with which the train passed it was providing entertainment to the congregation of cadavers just below it. Closing in on the station, she got her first glimpse of more typical casualties of war. Actual pieces of bodies, blood, and trauma was noticeable even from her vantage point. Buildings damaged by the shelling and gunfire became more and more prevalent. Only when she reached the station did she witness actual life or, rather, life that wasn’t trying to clean things up. “Milady, we have arrived.” She nodded at the pullman. “Thank you,” the Vekaiyun Premier said with a solemn nod. As she moved out of her quarters, she held her breath. She walked down the long central row of the car and came to the exit as the doors opened around her. The first thing to hit her was the smell. She should have anticipated millions of dead bodies probably did not smell all too pleasant with a nose like hers. It wasn’t in her to flinch though. Instead, she stood defiantly as her commodores and generals saluted while citizens cheered and one of the younger children approached her with a bouquet of flowers. She stooped to her level and smiled as she patted her on the shoulder, but it was clear in her eyes she was distant. The people looked distant too, like everyone here knew what was collectively on their minds, but they didn’t want to talk about it. At least today would be a step in the right direction. Those who are buried in holes can only look up anyway. Her two highest-ranking commodores, Sipavu Commodore Nevikalu and Lur Commodore Vanse Lebivistre flanked her as she approached a car. A collection of guards joined the three. Ikrisia kept her nose pointed forward, smiling slightly and even waving as the people were apparently grateful at her arrival. They wouldn’t see an ounce of sorrow or frustration from her. It was definitely a time to be solemn and humble, but at the same time instilling some sort of hope to those who made the trek to the station. She stepped up into the car as one of the guards opened the door for her, and was presented a gas mask for precautionary purposes. Ikrisia turned and waved at the people one final time before the two commodores were inside with her. The doors were shut. All three jolted a bit as the car started and began to roll away. “Ya doing okay, Kivia Levinile?” Nevikalu asked as he leaned his body forward. Ikrisia nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.” “Where would you like to go first?” “I want to see the city. Walk around, look around. I want to get a sense of what they did here. Allow me to see near the front lines, look around at the wounded, see my men and the Alleghenians in action. I’d like to see this city and all that has been going on with my own eyes.” “As you wish, milady,” Lebivistre replied, eying Nevikalu. |
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| Allegheny | Nov 12 2010, 11:45:08 PM Post #126 |
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Private Coen laughed. "Are you serious?" "Quiet Coen!" The Sargent said commandingly. "The new ROE says we have to let them practice their beliefs freely." Chambers looked directly at the priest. "Yes, sir Private Coen here will escort you to the field hospital on foot, you will have to leave your vehicle here." Coen swore under his breath. "Yes sir." Coen waited for the priest to gather his things and led him to the field hospital. Opening the flap to the tent let out a putrid stench. "Corpo... I mean Sargent Grey. This priest is here to deliver last rites or whatever." Rebecca looked up from hew work, a surgical mask obscuring part of her face and her red hair tied back and out of her face. Her sleeves and gloves were covered in blood. "Okay, just keep out of the way if you can." She said before turning back to her work. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 13 2010, 12:36:23 AM Post #127 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Nilisa General Drew Brock Alvarado cursed as the Confederates fired at him and his RRAM insurgents. He couldn't believe his dumb luck. Everything was going so well. Then, the Vulshainians arrived. All he had to do was for chaos to take place, letting him take over the city, and maybe start his own country or at least give the "Princess of the White Snowflake" a major headache. Right now, he had to deal with the elite C-SAT commando team, the Demon Eyes. They were called Demon Eyes because their rebreather-fitted helmets and red googles gave them an almost demonic appearance. Their dark gray fatigue uniforms made them blend into the surroundings. A Confederate soldier while sitting behind some rubble, placed his AK-74 above his head while still sitting and fired at the enemy, killing several insurgents. "Let's get the hell out of here!" Two insurgents ran towards another exit. One of the them swung open the door. They gasped in horror as they stared in terror at a Vulpine Demon Eye, her red googles' nightvision giving her a fiendish look. She pulled the trigger, sending a wave of flames from her flamethrower. The two RRAM insurgents screamed. One of them flaying about screaming, "I'm on fire!" Suddenly, his head disappeared. From up on a rooftop, a Demon Eye human sniper, wearing robe-like fatigues, gave him an almost ghostly appearance. He aimed another insurgent and pulled the trigger. General Drew Brock Alvarado watched as the RRAM terrorist beside him fell down dead, his blood splatting onto him. Another insurgent was using a M-16, only to be cut down by machine gun fire. When her body hit the wall behind her, blood splatted onto it. Her body slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood. General Drew Brock Alvarado crawled along the ground as his soldiers were being slaughtered by the Confederates. It was like being in a horror movie, except this was real. Three insurgents carrying Tommy guns tried to run up the stairs to the next floor. Unfortunately, a Demon Eye waited. He lobbed two frag grenades at them as he said with a sinister tone, his voice sounding almost ghostly, "I bring Christmas presents early." The grenades bounced several steps before exploding at the RRAM insurgents' feet. The Demon Eye commandos walked into the building. One of them stopped at closet door. He snatched it opened and pumped several rounds into the horror-strickened RRAM soldier. Soon, the RRAM insurgents were all dead...except one. The Demon Eyes gathered around a trembling General Drew Brock Alvarado. He held up his hands, yelling, "Geneva Convention! Geneva Convention!" One of the Demon Eyes raised his hand. He had something in it. Suddenly, the thing became a baton. It was a telescopable baton. General Drew Brock Alvarado's eyes widened as the baton came down...hard. Then, everything went dark.... ------------------------------------------------------------------ The Confederate soldiers had almost complete control of the city. Only a small pocket of RRAM insurgents remained. For the most part, the Maxists had all surrendered. The riots had quiet down. Now, came the reconstruction part of the operation. Military engineers began to clear debris and rubble, and some of them were even starting to rebuild parts of the city, such as schools and hospitals. The dead were gathered up and began to be buried. Military chaplains from Russian Orthodox, Vayan Catholicism, Laiatain Protestantism, Methodism, Judaism, Buddhaism, Islam, and Celiam Methodism gave the final rites. Private James wiped the sweat from his brow as he handed out more bottles of clean purified water. The higher-ups thought it best that until the city was completely restored, the Vekaiyuns would need clean fresh water. Trash and the bodies of the RRAMs were carted off to be burned so as to prevent the spread of disease. Relief aid supplies were arriving from Vulshain in the form of clothes, food, medicine, and even toys for the kits. The Maxist POWs were treated just as kindly, although, almost all of them had spoken quite loudly about defecting and giving up their Maxist ways. Even the former commander of the Maxist defenses had stated this a few times. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 13 2010, 12:54:21 PM Post #128 |
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Planet Telox
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He nodded at the soldiers as he gazed about the premises. He couldn't remember the last time he saw a field hospital, or even cared to see one for that matter. He was never a patient in one, but he did recall a few times where he toured one or two. He held his nose and gagged. The room reeked of various chemicals and bodies in differing types of health, from almost dead to almost discharged. Due to the warmth inside as compared to the outdoors, his glasses fogged up. Sneering, he reached into his pockets and wiped them off. When he returned them to his face, he saw more of what he didn't care to see. People sick or hurt, just laying there, not a single ounce of drive about them. So what if he never had to actually be a patient in a hospital before, save for the time he damaged his eye as a child. They were all weak. Losing an arm can't be all that painful. Having debris embedded into your abdomen was a walk in the park. Any of these people would have gladly kept their ailments with them rather than try to take his job. Or... his former job. He sighed as the soldier stated his intentions. He had no Bible, no rosary or cross or anything. Just his body. His things were set aside by the soldiers, but that was mostly a change of clothes and some hygienic supplies from Domunik Regulavi's quarters. If this was going to be his body, he was going to take care of it. "Okay, just keep out of the way if you can." What was this? A human order him around? Oh... wait... he's a priest in training. That's right. He nodded as he bent down next to some civilian with a bandage wrapped around his chest or something like that. He couldn't care less. All he had to do was act the job. "You'll be fine, my child," he assured. Hearing the man moan back took everything out of him not to roll his eyes in annoyance. Rather than deal with this, maybe it would be better to strike up a conversation. He turned to the field nurse... or doctor... it was hard to tell. He never really paid attention to hospitals. "What on earth could have happened here?" he asked. "I was told there were many people hurt and fallen, but I was certainly not expecting this." Oh how he wanted to punch himself in the face. |
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| Allegheny | Nov 13 2010, 11:02:53 PM Post #129 |
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Rebecca finished suturing up a wound. "What happened here? There was a war. Where the hell have you been? Hiding in your church with your superstitions... Stop asking me questions and go about your business." She was clearly stressed out from the amount of work that needed to be done. "Oh jeez, here take this mask and gloves. I don't need you spreading infections around my field hospital." Rebecca ordered almost throwing the mask and gloves at him. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 13 2010, 11:35:16 PM Post #130 |
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Much of the morning and part of the afternoon was spent driving around the city and witnessing the bizarre city that was once Vekaiyu’s third largest. Those who were still living were beginning to clean up, move cars out of the way, clean up the rubble, and grieve. Civil engineers coupled with historians and decorators planned how to restore Iruk to its former glory, a daunting task that would likely take quite a long time. Soldiers from two different countries patrolled the streets, looking stern yet relaxed. But all around were the citizens. It was hard to place, but they almost looked hollow inside, like their pride had been ripped from their bodies. How could this happen to Vekaiyu? Was this their fault, or was this the Almighty punishing them for having that very pride? Once and a while they’d stop the car and let the Vekaiyun Premier out. She would offer words of encouragement to those who gathered around her, help those who were moving rubble out of the way and cleaning up, and generally trying to broadcast to the people that she wasn’t going to sit on the sidelines as they tried to pick up the broken pieces of their once glorious city. Though even with her humanitarian showcases, she still appeared distant. It was subtle, hardly noticeable even, but it was clear her mind was racing with thought. Inside she was boiling with anger, but it would eventually be cooled by a wave of compassion, followed by the freezing snowfall of sorrow, only to melt as volcanic vents pushed the anger back up past her collar. She stood, shovel in hand, as her personnel informed her she needed to keep moving on. Whatever she was doing in this city was working, and people responded positively to it. She waved to them as she was driven off once again. “Reports,” she said to the two commodores in the car. Both commodores looked at each other, then to her. “Ma’am, the city is secure and in capable hands. Both me and the lur commodore here will hold onto the limits until such time that you order our removal.” “Any Maxist uprising will be dealt with swiftly and completely,” Lebivistre added. “In order to discourage any sort of rebellion, I have been executing known Maxists for their heinous crimes. Actually, both the sipavu commodore and I have been doing that quite well.” Nevikalu interrupted Lebivistre. “Ma’am, as I said all sectors of the city have been secured by the combined forces of the Vekaiyun and Alleghenian armed forces. We haven’t had any reports of rebellious activities all morning.” “Any?” “I am a bit concerned myself, ma’am. That could be a good thing, but it could also be bad. I must also voice my concerns about the Alleghenian soldiers again, ma’am. They have cleaned up their acts from what I could tell, but I only have two eyes. I do not think some of their officers are used to keepin’ the peace.” “Any war fought in a city will have civilian casualties,” Ikrisia clarified. “I wouldn’t worry about it, commodore.” “All I go by is what I heard. And I heard that from my men and from civilians, ma’am.” “I should inform you that I have not received such reports, milady.” “That’s cause you’re in the northern sector!” Nevikalu retorted. “Enough!” Ikrisia looked at the two decorated men, one human and one vulpine, and gave them a stern look. She liked this competition she had presented to them. “Nevikalu, if you suspect Alleghenian soldiers killing civilians for the hell of it, it is your responsibility to confront their commanding officer, as he is under your command and your jurisdiction! I will continue to look into the matters personally. Why don’t we visit this Alleghenian commander anyway? I’d like to hear his side of the story as far as a status report is concerned. And you two have not given me any concrete numbers – where are your officers and how are they handling the situation? Loses? What are the loses from yesterday? Are there any sectors in need of re-grouping? You both are forgetting I am still acting Kral Commodore! This is not a position I will keep – in time I will have to hand it to someone else. But how the hell can I reach that point if my own commodores do not give me such information?!”] “Milady, that is our jobs!” “Nowhere did I say anything about jobs. I know you both have such numbers, but I still would like to see them, as I am still your superior and I need to decide if another division should be brought in or not.” The car suddenly stopped in front of a building where lunch was being served for citizens. Ikrisia was told she would be able to sit with them for a while, but that during the meal she would need to depart to handle some phone conversations. “I expect full reports from both of you tonight. We don’t have time to go into the numbers right now.” “Right, ma’am.” “Yes, milady.” |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 13 2010, 11:40:40 PM Post #131 |
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He began to cover himself. Unfortunately the surgical mask was not a vulpine model, but he couldn't be too careful before he broke this new body in. "Thank you. If I may ask... you seem a bit on end. Are you happy?" He paused as she worked to close a man's arm with surgical thread. "Did you become a nurse... or doctor for moments like these? I apologize my knowledge of medicine is kind of low." |
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| Allegheny | Nov 14 2010, 12:19:00 AM Post #132 |
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Rebecca sighed, there was just no shutting up the priest but she decided to oblige the question anyways. "I was studying to be doctor during my two years of compulsory service when I came out I decided to sign the eight year contract and be a battlefield medic. It is moments like these where I am helping people, whether its one of my injured comrades or even a civvie like these people here." Rebecca laughed and stared at the priest with her glowing eyes. "I don't know why I am even thinking of telling you this. But when I was in school I had this idea to start a group of doctors who would go to war torn lands and provide medical services to civilians hurt of displaced by war. This region has to many places like that, but I still have 7 years of my contract to fulfill so it will have to wait, at least I can get my doctorates in the military. And yes, I am happy, my emotional state of mind is none of your business, priest." |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 14 2010, 09:48:22 PM Post #133 |
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Planet Telox
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Ikrisia’s car stopped right outside of a makeshift field hospital, located in an area of town that was once a bustling square for various wares. Such open and closed spaces were common in Vekaiyun towns and cities. For Iruk, they were plentiful. Any day of the week people would be out selling anything they could, from food to crafts, old military equipment to spices, jewelry to antiques, and everything in between. Today, however, nothing was for sale. Just the large tent, located right in the center of the square. “Milady, I know you’re trying to push an image about you… but it is unnecessary to do so here.” “This isn’t about image, Lebivistre,” she barked. “Maybe one day you’ll understand that.” Alleghenian guards opened the flaps to the tent so she could enter the room. While the smell hit her, she didn’t seem to care, though it was hard to tell if it was because she didn’t want to show any disrespect or if she had become used to it by now. Her eyes scanned the premises and she bit her lip. She was taken back to a time when she was just a teenager, safe inside her combat suit as she was only just beginning to learn that those who she killed in battle were actual real people, not soulless bastards like she was told time and time again until it was drilled into her mind. It wasn’t something she was supposed to see, however. She had broken off the main group and was searching for the updated rendezvous point. Moving through a field hospital was just a quicker way to reach her coordinates. But she stopped. Stopped and watched everyone inside it. Vulpine and human. They were bleeding. They had limbs missing. They were… screaming in pain, something she did during all those treatments. She was envious when someone came to their aid, but it was all in vain for the most part. The hospital had runners to move out the dead or almost dead to make room for those who had a better chance at survival. Cut off the weakest parts to save the rest of the body was something she understood quite well. It was a system she had believed in ever since being a child, ever since… that room where they broke… “Ma’am, are you okay?” Ikrisia nodded and slowly turned to Sipavu Commodore Nevikalu, staring at his mustache and short-cut hair. “Yes commodore. I’m fine, thank you.” She looked back at the wounded and injured before her. Some were actually well enough to cheer her arrival, grateful that she had saved what remained of their city. Through the cheers she could hear screams, moans and cries of pain, and orders volleyed back and forth from the nurses and command. Nurses. Field nurses. Field nurses right in the thick of all those wounded. Ikrisia waved solemnly at the people around as she tried to step onto the rubber matted walkways laid down. When she reached the closest nurse to the door, she moved her gaze downward and looked at her. But it was a face that was hard to read, almost a combination of respect yet at the same time determination and sorrow hidden behind blue eyes. “Sergeant Grey,” she said as she read the tag on her uniform. “Hello. I’m just here to look around and ask a few around here what had happened to them. Just a small sampling. Please don’t let me be too much of a bother with your work. However, if there’s anything I can do to help I will try to order such.” She turned around, but then paused and turned back. “Have they told you anything? The wounded. I’m well aware you are bounded by a Hippocratic Oath, but this does not look or sound like a hospital for Maxists, sergeant. I guess I’m just curious as to if this was all caused by Maxists or if there was other groups responsible for the pain in this tent. Know anything?” She looked over at Nevikalu as if to say ‘you could’ve done this’. |
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| Free Pacific States | Nov 17 2010, 05:37:24 PM Post #134 |
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Greater Iruk Metropolitan Airport The Lockheed C-141 Starlifter screeched to a stop next to a large hanger. The old, weathered aircraft bore the paint of the Free Pacifican Humanitarian Agency. But like most FPHA planes, the Starlifter was also armored, a holdover from its thirty years of service to the Free Pacifican military. The ground crew of the Greater Iruk Metropolitan Airport paid no attention to that detail, though, and quickly rushed to assist the air crew in preparing the plane for the unloading of cargo. A group of individuals wearing white and blue FPHA uniforms exited the plane once the ground and air crew completed their job. The leader of the group, a short, balding man in his forties, instructed most of the group to help the ground crew in the unloading of the massive cargo jet, then walked about a hundred feet from the plane. He stood there, for a moment, before a college-age girl walked up. "Um...sir? What are you waiting for?" The man pointed towards a government vehicle that was quickly approaching. "Why, them, of course," he said. "I expected they'd be waiting for us upon our arrival -- maybe they were told the wrong gate number. Anyway, we can't really do much without confirming all the logistics information with them, so...here goes." He waved at the vehicle as it came to a stop a short distance from him. OOC: I figured we could just RP it from here, Todd, instead of working out the logistics via PM. |
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| Allegheny | Nov 17 2010, 09:09:41 PM Post #135 |
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Rebecca nodded. "No Hippocratic oath here, I am a combat medic, it doesn't really apply." She said quietly laughing. "Well ma'am as you can see this hospital serves our men who were wounded and any civilian who were unlucky enough to get caught in the crossfire. These poor souls here happened to be caught in the final push, I am witness to it as I took part in that final push." Rebecca looked back at the person she was working on. "So yes, many of these injuries may have been caused by friendly forces and they also may have been caused by rebel forces. I am not here to figure it out, only to try and reverse the damage done. We a re short staffed right now, at the moment it's mostly combat medics like me here to take care of these people. The commander is having surgeons flown in from our initial base camp, however they won't be here until tomorrow morning. Until then I am doing what I can." A few shots could be heard in the background, as soldiers came across remnant rebel resistance. The fighting died down as quick as it had started. "If you are going to be observing for any longer I am going to have to ask you to put on some protective gloves and a mask. I am trying to keep it as sterile as I can in here, although I don't think I am doing very well with the conditions being what they are. A priest came in not to long ago." She said pointing in his general direction. "He has been praying, I am not much of a believer myself but we are doing what we can to respect your customs here." |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 17 2010, 10:34:04 PM Post #136 |
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Ikrisia stared at her, and then finally nodded. “Of course. We didn’t anticipate this many injuries or deaths. I will mobilize several Vekaiyun military medical regiments and move them into the city to relieve you of your numbers, sergeant.” She rocked on her heels. “It is my desire to transform this Vekaiyun state to one that is very open to all species,” she said as she wrote something on a piece of paper, “you’re among the closest people to the downed civilians, so if you notice anything unusual, simply call that number. Do not distribute it. I will speak to the priest.” She held up her hand in the form of a greeting and walked along the rubber matted walkways. “That was a bold move, ma’am, giving her your number like that.” “That’s not my number,” she replied. “It’s your personal number. You’ve elected yourself to be in charge of how the civilians are treated, sipavu commodore.” “Eh, nice,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “You could always change your number if she’s the stalking type,” Ikrisia said with a smirk as she kept her face forward and allowed her boots to make a crisp sound against the rubber, suggesting her gate was just as polished as the uniform she wore. Upon reaching another tent flap, she encountered the priest, leaning against a post and apparently taking a break from encouraging people or reading last rights. He was clearly a runt. The vulpine male was no taller than Ikrisia, and his eyes were sunken into his gaunt face. “Oh, milady,” the priest replied. “To what do I owe this honor?” “Relax.” She paused. On second inspection, the priest looked different. Odd. Like there was something out of place, but she just couldn’t figure out what. “How are the people here?” “Sick? Injured? I don’t know, what do you expect?” Ikrisia arched an eyebrow at the priest. “I asked a simple question. If you’re going to be short with me, maybe you should be relieved of your duties…” she looked at his yellow collar “priest in training.” “I apologize, milady. It’s just difficult seeing so many people dying without feeling some kind of disappointment over it. When will species kind learn of their errors? I’m not a believer that the city was punished, but it is us who are often at ends with what is best for us.” “Yeah…” Ikrisia replied, still unable to shake the unsettling vibe from the priest. “We can’t change the past, however. We can only change the future.” “Indeed. And if I can at least give these people hope, it may change the future for the better. At least someone is listening to their cries. Right?” She cocked her head slightly, the last comment somewhat off-setting to her. “Indeed,” she replied. “Are you okay, milady? Perhaps we should step outside and get some fresh air.” “No, no thank you. I cannot stay long. I hope you can understand that.” “Oh I understand quite a bit, milady. More than you think.” He smiled and winked at her. ”Winking… did this priest mean that in a superficial way, or is there truth to his jest?” The way in which he winked was unusual enough. Weird how she couldn’t ignore it, but then again, they both were in a place of high emotions, and anything could be interpreted oddly in this environment. Regardless, the oddities had to be addressed – the entire encounter was unsettling. She blinked, and then laughed. “Sorry. When you are finished with your duty here, let me know. I want to speak to both you and your superior.“ “Yes milady. How will we be able to contact you?” “Use your own chain of contacts, of course.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t give out my contact information to just everyone.” She looked back at Nevikalu and smiled. The priest smiled. “Of course, milady.” |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 18 2010, 10:03:27 PM Post #137 |
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Nilisa The RRAM soldiers died as the stolen tank beside them exploded, hit by rounds from a Hind and a T-80. T-80s and T-90s, supported by Hinds and infantry were mopping up the last remaining RRAMs. A private ran up to cigar-smoking Major. "Major Handleson! The RRAM has been neutralized. The city of Nilisa is now free!" The major smiled. "Good news! Alright, kits, pups, and babies! I want the debris clean off these streets! And I want those vermin corpses burned to ashes! I want this area so clean I could eat off it! MOVE!" ------------------------------------------------------ General-Lieutenant Kitisi Alexanisia, head of the Confederate Ground Forces in Vekaiyu, smiled as she received the good news. "Good. Alright, I want soldiers stationed and ready for when the Lady Premier arrives in Nilisa. I want an honor guard to greet her when she gets here. Inform Admiral Frederick that the city is now no longer in the hands of the enemy. I also want snipers ready in case a few rodents decide to come out of their holes. Also, I want an update on the reconstruction of the city." A Senior Lieutenant handed her the update. "So, everything is going well. Probably take a few years before a lot of the new buildings are 100% sound and sturdy. Riots?" The Senior Lieutenant answered, "Police and those units assisting them have reported there are no more riots." "Have several units stationed at anywhere that could be used by some wannable Oswald, especially along all possible routes that the Premier will most likely use. Get those Hinds ready to spot trouble if it decides to appear. I also want the people to know that their Premier is coming to town." ------------------------------------------------ The people of Nillisa upon hearing that Premier Levinile would be arriving in a few days, rejoiced. The city was also changing as new churches were being built, many of them belonging to the local Vayan Catholic Church, but also of the newly arrived faiths of Celiam Methodism, Russian Orthodox, and Laiatan Protestantism. The city's residents began to put up banners welcoming their Premier. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 20 2010, 12:35:23 PM Post #138 |
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Kolarli Aquatic Arena, Iruk, evening Most Vekaiyuns enjoyed watching a game of underwater hockey. It was a fairly new sport by Vekaiyun standards, but with increased technology, the game became more playable and quickly grew a following. It was the perfect balance of gracefulness and physicality – a vulpine sport in its rawest sense. Spectators looked through the glass walls to view the underwater arena that had an open top which players would use to periodically clear their snorkels and come up for air or when the other team scored, announced by the ringing of a pipe submerged into the water, allowing all players to hear the scoring, which was loud enough to overcome the shouts and cheers of the some 20,000+ viewers. The players clearly loved it. They would interact with the crowd to get them as noisy as possible. It was this reason why Vekaiyun crowds were often the noisiest in the region. They had good reason – it was difficult for the players to hear underwater. Ikrisia watched on as the Iruk Dragons battled the division-leading Caviru Shark Fighters. Both teams were good in their own right, but it was clear Caviru was the more talented one. It was even true for the male teams as well – Caviru seemed to year in and year out have periodically good teams. At least that’s how it seemed to be. She wasn’t a big follower of sports, but did enjoy watching a game or two. “I haven’t been able to watch this team play for months now,” Ramo Ukiverle, the burgomaster of Iruk, joked as he returned to his seat after going to the bar for another beer. The whippet he had on a leash sat obediently next to him. Apparently in the club boxes they allowed pets. “I remember in high school I played for my school’s team. How about you, milady? You look like you could’ve been a very good player.” Ikrisia flashed a half-smile. “I tried out in college, but I think there was something wrong with my flippers. They always seemed to cut at my ankles. I didn’t like wearing the ear protectors either. I wasn’t very good anyway.” She turned her face back to the area as the opposing team scored another goal and all players started to surface. “That is a shame. I hear the Eldura Hornets are down a center this year due to injury. They had to call up some girl who was clearly not ready for the majors.” “Yeah, well I doubt I’d even make a rookie class league team,” she said while joking. “I hated getting banged around underwater.” “You ever dive?” “No.” They both paused as the Iruk team neared the Caviru goal. “I just never really felt a reason to. Why go underwater when we have enough land? As long as you can swim, there isn’t much else to do in water.” “Some people find it relaxing,” he replied. “You should try it, milady. We need a Vekaiyun premier who won’t succumb to the stresses of the job. We’re counting on you and on a strong premier now more than ever. Take my advice. When you get to Nilisa, sign up for lessons.” “Oh yeah, because I really want to go diving next to dormant torpedoes and bombs,” she replied sarcastically as she folded one leg over the other. “You’d learn in a pool, milady.” He scoffed. “I’m certified. It didn’t take me long to learn the basics. And really, once you get the basics down, it’s fairly easy after that.” “Alright.” She waited for Iruk to score before speaking again. “Burgomaster, it might surprise you that I didn’t invite you to this event to talk about my inability to play underwater hockey or my lack of knowledge with scuba diving. I had another reason for such an occasion.” “Oh?” He casually scratched behind the ears of his dog. “Vekaiyu is changing, burgomaster. And I want all of its changes to be for the better. That is why I hope you’ll understand why I did not include you in those changes.” “What are you trying to say?” “There was a reason why that solvent was allowed to be moved out to the open and exposed to the elements. I’d punish the plant safety inspector, but he’s dead. I’d punish the workers, but they’re dead. I’d punish the plant supervisor, but he’s also dead. Do you see where I’m going with this? It was your laws, or lack thereof, that were a major part of allowing those chemicals to be moved to the surface and exposed to the elements. Why weren’t there tougher restrictions put into place? Where was the security for such facilities? Why didn’t the plants have what Eldura plants have and lockdown when and if such chemicals are moved past a certain point? And why when I think about what could have been done to prevent four million people from dying do I always seem to come back to you and your ineptness?” “Industry policies are not something I meddle with.” “And industry knows better than you do when it comes to your city? Industry looks over your people more than you do?” He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. “Look, what happened was a freak accident. They moved the chemicals out in the open, they were hit by missiles, people died. I don’t know why you are talking about this to me.” “Because this was your city, burgomaster. You let the rioting decompensate. You let anarchy inside the city limits and did nothing to stop it. Your lack of policies allowed them to have the means to kill millions. And you did nothing to stop any of it. The fact that you’re trying to argue this with me shows you have little remorse for what happened.” “Well if we’re going to talk about faults, let’s talk about some of yours!” “This isn’t about me. This is about you. I’ve given you two choices, burgomaster. You can be honorable and accept hanging for your crimes against this city, or you can leave now in dishonor and be shot by the Vekaiyun soldiers standing outside the doors…” she paused. “Like the dog you are.” “So that’s the way it’s going to be, eh?” He pointed a finger into Ikrisia’s face, but she didn’t flinch. “You claim to be for freedom and democracy, so long as it fits your plans for freedom and democracy! You will destroy this entire nation, mark my words! You bitch! No one comes into the job and tries to change so many things at once. Your sad grudge against the Maxists will be your demise! I’m not even a Maxist, but even I can see this witch hunt getting out of hand!” “Are you done?” She waited for a response from him, but he turned away. He seemed to pretend she wasn’t there, choosing to watch the game instead. “So what choice do you want?” she asked again. “I choose neither,” he growled. “I guess you should’ve carried a gun with you so you could feel like you had a choice in this all along. But you don’t. If you think you’re stronger or faster than Vekaiyun soldiers, please, by all means, prove me wrong.” She offered her hand to the door. “Go right ahead.” He flashed a stern glare at her, then moved from his seat toward the door. He looked back at her once more, and then bolted from the door, his shoes making less and less noise the farther he ran. Gunfire soon rang out, stopping the noise of footsteps as the bangs echoed from the hallway and bounced around in the club box. Ikrisia grimaced. She shook her head, but paused and noticed his whippet was still sitting obediently by the seat next to her. “Now who will take care of this dog?” |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 21 2010, 04:28:59 AM Post #139 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Nilisa The statue of Premier Ikrisia Levinile was slowly being built. It was being built in the city square. Meanwhile, the city was preparing for their premier's arrival. The Vulshainians were checking for signs of danger, while the Vekaiyuns prayed and celebrated. Children were able to play in playgrounds without the fear of insurgents and gangs preying on them. Still, Confederate soldiers watched over them, making sure that should an insurgent or street punk even thinks to try something, the Confederates would be there to protect the children. People were able to go shopping or go out to eat now. A Vekaiyun vixen flirted with a Vulshainian lobo. Two Confederate humans had stopped to help an elderly Vekaiyun couple who were having car trouble. The city was filled with hope and happiness. The people contributed this to their Premier, Ikrisia Levinile, as well as the Vulshainians who had come to their aid. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 27 2010, 08:40:53 PM Post #140 |
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Ygelhiym Castle, Iliesa Province Halfway between Iruk and Nilisa, the Vekaiyun premier took residency in a large medieval castle, constructed from the feudalistic days of the nation’s past, but still stood intact as the nation marched into subsequent eras thereafter. The structure, which looked as foreboding as a fortress yet serene as a sanctuary stood amidst a forested area roughly ten miles away from modern Iliesa, stretching into the sky with its high triangular roofs updated over time to accommodate the occupants. From a distance, it appeared as if the pointed roofs were hands were reaching to the sky, attempting to soar to the stars, but it was unclear if the tall sporadic vaults were reaching just to touch or instead to take as well. Surrounding the keep was a jagged wall complete with slits and holes used for archers and canon fire later on, no doubt. But the wall wasn’t anything extensive, and it still managed to show off the dark gray and white stone arranged in a hounds’ tooth pattern and the relatively large stained glass windows. It was clear from the architecture alone that the castle had a satisfactory defense, but nothing overwhelming. After all, at one time they were in league with other powerful city-states and fortresses, so they could afford to be a bit more artistic. Ikrisia wasn’t too concerned with the looks of the grounds; she had seen enough pictures of it a long time ago. Instead, she chose this for its historical reference: it was this castle that marked the negotiations that would spark a series of events that would eventually lead to the removal of city-state power and the formation of a strong Vekaiyun state, sometime around 1400, probably 1420 or around that time. Perhaps this castle would be used again for such purposes. She smiled and looked around the extensive gathering room: the vaulted ceilings were a testament to their desire to reach toward their Almighty who, while never drawn in Vayan Catholic traditions, was certainly surrounding the mural above with the glow of perfection. Perfection, something no mortal could taste, but could certainly dream of. And it was these dreams that fueled middle-age Vekaiyu – the people would cling to whatever brought them closer to such forbidden perfection, be it the arts, science, or the priests of their religion. Nowadays, however, half of the grounds had been converted to a monastery for Vayan Catholic nuns and monks. They kept the structure tidy, and tended to do their own repair work when it was needed. Even the stained glass windows were kept glowing brightly against candlelight, and the murals on ground level were restored to their original glory. One in particular, the map of Vekaiyu on the closing of the year 1420, was most important to her. Restoring the Vekaiyun state would certainly restore morale into the people, and help with restoring the teetering Vekaiyun economy. Even if Evesuni backed out, she was quite confident the Vekaiyun armed forces could fend off attacks from enraged elephenes and Rykkovaans.” “Milady?” “Oh. Lur Commodore Psikiri. Thank you for arriving on time. You informed me there was important news?” “Yes, milady.” The vulpine bowed respectfully once he stood in front of his superior. “It is regarding a former Ikole General Xa Velikeste. Apparently she has information regarding a particular project involving the creation of a gunship that has unparalleled fire power. I’m not an expert in technology, but I must admit I haven’t seen anything like it.” Ikrisia raised an eyebrow at the name. She swore she had heard it before. “You didn’t bring anything else for me. No documentation, plans?” “Nothing but written recordings. She wanted to meet with you personally. Considering her position as a former Maxist, I wanted to consult you regarding these matters.” He paused as he set a few stapled packets on the table next to them. “Judging by the project itself, I felt it necessary to come directly to you.” Ikrisia stepped closer to the officer. “And that’s why you fail. You get the information from her and seize everything you know! A former Maxist? You’re going to give her the upper hand in negotiations? Were you born yesterday?!” “She wouldn’t reveal the location of the plans, milady!” He paused to clear his throat. “We could torture her, but her aversion to the attacks on the sarin warehouse leads me to believe she may have a high tolerance.” ”That’s where she’s from.” Ikrisia sighed. “I see. When I return to Eldura, I will meet with her. Transfer her to a holding cell and have her don a prison jumpsuit. You know, the standard customary procedure for dealing with war criminals. Once I get that information out of her, I will determine the fate of the former ikole general.” “Very well, milady.” |
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| Todd McCloud | Dec 7 2010, 10:35:13 PM Post #141 |
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Another train ride across the Vekaiyun countryside was a welcomed venture for the rejuvenated premier. The stress-free environment of Ygelhiym Castle was just what she needed in between trips. And while her journey started at 6 am VST, it rode on the coattails of a ten-hour sleep. It was still dark out when she left the confines of the castle to the nearby station where her train awaited her. Somewhere between Adevi and Lira the sun broke across a horizon of harvested wheat fields covered by virgin snow, giving a less-than-spectacular view of her country, but the December sun was a welcomed presence. The snow heated up over the morning and glistened, making snow-laden grasslands appear as if the Almighty himself lathered a large scoop of vanilla icing and spread it across the land. Small towns and larger cities were not immune to the topping, but from what she could see it looked like business as usual for the residents there, sans the military presence. Her train did pass a reorganizing Vekaiyun division: the Sixth Infantry Division, which was somewhat bogged down by rogue fighting days ago. Things would get back to normal. By the spring, the scars of war should begin to heal. But what was normal? The mutual agreement by her and Evesuni promised great benefits to the already symbiotic states, but the sheer amount of question marks scattered about the future did little to ease her mind. Listonia was not a perfect world by any means: they lived and died by their growing seasons, and their faulty military and propaganda system would all have to be scrapped and reorganized. Their economy remained a question too. And how the people would react to that was anyone’s guess. Were they more Vekaiyun than Listonian, or more Listonian than Vekaiyun? Hopefully her plans for representation across the provinces of the socialist republics in the form of a legislature would soften those blows. Soon enough the Listonians would have a growing season to worry about anyway. But that was all very well for them – there would probably be a whole slew of international attention to the situation, some of which viewed her as weak and too nice. She would have to find a way to remove such a stigma, but without appearing as a conqueror in order to silence those who would claim Vekaiyu was going to continue to expand. The sun watched without obstruction as her train moved into Kunnat, where the shadows of war became more prevalent. But Nilisa, for the most part, looked relatively intact, better than Iruk, but noticeably tattered. City blocks of rubble weren’t as common, but wounded buildings, especially near the coast, weren’t hard to miss. Aside from that, it was really unlike most Vekaiyun cities – differently architecture styles of many domes and spires, with a large commercial center that backed up to the coast. It wasn’t the buildings or the damages that befuddled her though – it was seeing the various welcoming decorations designed for her. Her jaw clenched in frustration. The very last thing she wanted to be viewed as was that of a king or a demigod – she wanted to look approachable, not superior. Leaders, in her mind, found ways to lead not for image but for doing whatever was right for the nation, even if it was painful. The events over the past few months were explained by such reasoning. Her train pulled into the station as she left her quarters and was escorted to the door by the Pullman. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Dec 8 2010, 02:50:34 AM Post #142 |
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The Boll Weevel
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As Premier Ikrisia Levinile's train pulled into the station, the Vulshainian Confederate soldiers snapped to attention as she stepped outside. A Vulpine Confederate Starshina yelled out, "Premier Ikrisia Levinile has arrived! ATTENTION and SALUTE!" The Confederate honor guard saluted her. Both General-Lieutenant Kitisi Alexanisia, head of the Confederate Ground Forces and Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick of the Vulshainian Southern Fleet were there as well. They saluted her. Both the police and the Confederate soldiers held back the reporters and photographers who began to take pictures of the Lady Premier. Overhead, Hind gunships flew over, keeping an eye out for any trouble, while T-90 tanks patrol the outskirts and a few inner streets, although Tigr jeeps were the main ones patrolling the streets. The Confederates were prepared, as could be seen from the various soldiers stationed on rooftops and throughout the city. A few remaining human RRAM insurgents were captured and carted off, much to the jeers and boos of the Vekaiyuns, as well as their joy of seeing the insurgents being captured. A little kit was having trouble seeing the Premier, but a human Confederate soldier smiled and lifted the child onto his shoulders. The kit began calling out to the Premier. "Premier Levinile! Premier Levinile!" The citizens of Nilisa began to shout out with joy as they called out to Ikrisia, cheering and welcoming her. Despite the continuing reconstruction of the city and the damaged buildings along the coastline that were proving the most difficult to restore, a vast majority of the Vekaiyuns had already put up Christmas decorations. |
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| Todd McCloud | Dec 12 2010, 10:58:13 PM Post #143 |
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Stepping out of the railcar, Ikrisia was greeted with the hot breaths of the collective faithful as their air mixed with the cold wisps of the Kunnat wind, striking her face as her fur bristled in anticipation of the climate change. This did little to disturb her solemn nature, however, as she simply stepped off the car and smiled slightly at those who embraced her return. In the back of her head, however, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all a ploy. It was just too good to be true. Kunnat, as separatist as it was, would welcome her presence like she was some type of saint? Perhaps their former provincial overseer was just that disconnected with his people. But as she glanced up and viewed the various smiling faces, she was suddenly taken back by a feeling of brief assurance. This gathering in no way was a strong sampling of the four million or so inhabitants of this city, she reckoned. It was just those faithful who could make it to such an occasion. Such an affirmation was secured when her guards filed out of the railcar to flank her. Hopefully the union of Listonia coupled with the inception of a legislature and the potential of a renewed conscription would keep the people busy enough to feed into her philosophy. If not, she already had a strong core of commodores and generals who would fight to keep things her way. And it was that confidence she needed to keep her going. Smiling wider, she embraced the crowed with a slight handwave and continued to walk forward. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Dec 13 2010, 03:03:03 AM Post #144 |
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The Boll Weevel
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OOC: Todd, I'm going to assume that Ikrisia has just told them to stop saluting. Hope that's okay. Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick of the Vulshainian Southern Fleet greeted Premier Levinile. "Lady Premier Levinile, it's a honor to finally meet you in person. This is General-Lieutenant Kitisi Alexanisia of the Ground Forces sent her to assist in breaking the insurgents' hold over this province." The 6 foot tall Vulpine officer smiled at Ikrisia. The two Confederate officers and a few Confederate soldiers followed Ikrisia. An armored limo was waiting for them. Two C-SAT commandos stood guard by it. "This way, Lady Premier, and we will show you around the city." A C-SAT commando opened the door for Ikrisia. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Dec 17 2010, 02:59:03 AM Post #145 |
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OOC: This is a collab between me and Todd. As soon as Ikrisia and the two Confederate officers were inside the armored limo, the C-SAT commando closed the door and tapped on the driver's window, telling him that he could go. The limo, escorted by BTR-90 APCs and GAZ-2975 Tigrs along with Vekaiyun police cruisers started to move. Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick asked, "So Lady Premier Levinile, what would you like to do first? Tour the city or check on the Maxist POWs?" Ikrisia watched as the vehicle pulled away from the crowd. "I suppose check around the city," she replied. "Though I am concerned Sipavu Commodore Suskre is not present for these events. I suppose he is busy?" "Sipavu Commodore Suskre will be meeting us at the offices of the former provincial overseers. I'm afraid he got caught up in his work," General-Lieutenant Kitisi Alexanisia replied. "Looks like our soldiers have found another RRAM nest," the Admiral stated looking as Confederate and Vekaiyun soldiers rushed into an abandoned building. Shots were heard before stopping. The soldiers came out ragging three RRAM insurgents with them. "The RRAM are like vermin, I'm afraid Lady Premier, but you have the Confederate Armed Forces' word that we will not rest until every last RRAM terrorist is punished." Ikrisia scanned the group with a descriminating stare. "They are here for what purposes?" "The RRAM? They are a radical group who believe it is their mission to overthrow any government that isn't run by humans. They are nothing more than hatemongers who should be wiped off the face of the Earth," the Admiral said. "I see," she replied, still contemplating. "Well, it seems they aren't my problem unless they're on my soil." "Actually Lady Premier, they are everyone's problem. Racist fanatics like them, if left alone, breed like cockroaches until you have an infestation, and if you're unlucky, an infestation you may not be able to exterminate," the Admiral said as the motorcade began to approach the offices of the former provincial overseer. "Ah, there's Sipavu Commodore Suskre." The Sipavu Commodore was waiting for the motorcade. In plain view, was a statue. The statue was of Premier Ikrisia Levinile. "Oh they will be removed here. Examples must be made." A guard of Ikrisia's lot coughed. "In the future, General-Lieutenant, I would recommend not stopping where there is still infighting occurring." Ikrisia waved her hand. "That's not necesary. It..." she paused, glancing at the statue. "What is that?" she asked with short, staccatto syllables. The General-Lieutenant nodded. "I understand." The Admiral smiled as Ikrisia asked about the statue. "Oh that is a gift from the people of Vulshain to the people of Vekaiyu. Actually, one of our Royal Congress members strongly pushed for it. It is one of a pair. This one here in Nilisia and another in Eldura, although truthfully, I'm not sure how he got the project started without His Majesty's permission. Probably the Chief Prime Minister approved it. It does look very regal." "There is a project in Eldura as well? Why was I not notified of such a thing?" Ikrisia turned her attention back into the car, staring at the officer. Successfully keeping himself from chuckling, the Admiral stated, "There is nothing to worry about Lady Premier. I believe the only reason this one was built was to lift the spirits of the citizens of Nilisa. Since our country is giving you these statues, constructed by us, I'm not really sure why you are upset." "Because," she replied as she ran a finger on the weather stripping of the door, "I don't need a statue to show off anything. Plus, I would think that these people would be annoyed over such a thing, especially since it would remind them of the civil war that began with the commencement of my term." "Admiral I think she has a point," the General-Lieutenant said. She leaned over and whispered in Unonian to Ikrisia, "I agree with you about it being unnecessary." The admiral tried to catch what they were saying, but decided against it. A Confederate soldier opened the door of the limo to allow Sipavu Commodore Suskre in before closing it. The motorcade started up again. As they passed by people had signs welcoming the Premier. The driver of the limo said, "Lady Premier we are now heading to Base Dove." "Very well," she replied, giving a slight nod to the sipavu commodore, who nodded in return. "We are working with the Vulshain government in order to restore order in the region. Most of the 40th is located sporadically across the province, assisting with neutralizing threats across the land. I am working on finalizing a report for you, milady." Ikrisia again nodded. "See to it that you do." The motorcade passed by some Vulshainian T-90s. "I heard that the Maxists and RRAMs tried to use TU-128 Buresk Class Tanks and TU-104 Sulessi Class Tanks against us, but our T-90s were too much for them," the Admiral stated with pride at seeing his nation's main battle tank patrolling the city. "Lady Premier, we are almost to Base Dove. Do you want us to stop there," the driver asked. Ikrisia nodded. Apparently it was a good idea to provide a weaker division from her armed forces in Kunnat. "Sure, that would be fine," she replied. The driver nodded. Base Dove came into view. The hospital and medical camp was heavily guarded to deter insurgents or anyone else from attacking. "We are here, Lady Premier," the driver said. The Admiral asked, "Do you want to get out and say a few things to the people being treated here?" "Yes. I shall see them." he Admiral nodded. The Confederate soldiers filed out and began to form a protective perimeter around the motorcade. As they exited, some Vekaiyun children were playing a game of soccer. One of the kits kicked the ball out of bounds. The ball rolled and came to a stop in front of the Premier. A black and white furred kit came to get the ball and stopped, wide-eyed in awe at his nation's leader. "Um...Lady Premier, can I have our ball, please ma'am?" She bent down and smiled, grabbing the object and handing it to the kid. "Of course," she said relatively softly. The kit smiled and thanked Ikrisia before running back to his friends. The kits waved at Ikrisia. This caught several other Vekaiyuns' attention who smiled and waved. "This way Lady Premier Levinile," a Confederate soldier said as she led the way towards the hospital. An elderly vulpine sitting on a bench grumbled about the food and was about to curse the Confederates out when he saw Ikrisia. "Pre...premier Levinile!? I must be losing my mind! No...St. Aiya's holy name! I can't believe you are here!" He reached out his hand, trembling. She nodded and bowed slightly. "Yes, I'm here. But it shall not be the last time you see me." The elderly vulpine nodded. "I understand. It was an honor to meet you." He waved goodbye as the Confederates led the Premier into the hospital against itself. Thankfully, the Confederate medics and relief workers were able to keep the Vekaiyun hospital staff from being overloaded with patients. A Vekaiyun soldier, his arm in a sling cursed his bad luck and was forced to salute with his other arm. The Confederates led Ikrisia throughout the hospital where the patients and staff welcomed her with smiles, words of thanks and tears. The Admiral asked Ikrisia, "Would you like to say anything to them before we continue the tour of the city?" Ikrisia stood, looking around at the people in the room. "Keep calm and carry on, everyone. We will get through this, we always have." She smiled slightly. The people clapped and cheered their premier as she was led back to the limo and the motorcade. Once back inside and on their way again, the Admiral said, "Very good Lady Premier. It would seemed that the people have great faith in you." "Indeed," she replied, nodding defiantly. "There is someone we would like you to meet," the Admiral said. "Who would that be?" "The leader of the RRAM himself: General Drew Brock Alvarado. We captured him a few days ago. We thought you might want to have a few words to say to him before we execute him for war crimes." The General-Lieutenant was a little surprised and whispered to Ikrisia, "I knew we had captured some RRAM insurgents, but I wasn't informed of this. I don't like this Lady Premier." "I won't give him the satisfaction of speaking with him before he dies. Hang him in front of a crowd. Set an example for those who would attempt to harm this nation or the people of this city." "Oh? Wouldn't you prefer he be shot in front of a firing squad," the Admiral asked. He had never heard of punishing a war criminal by hanging. "No, it saves on bullets," she replied. "Plus once the gallows are set up it's fairly easy to keep them going. Though, make the drop... not too steep. I don't want them to die so easily." Nodding, the Admiral replied, "Very well Lady Premier. It will be done. Do you want to meet with the Maxist POWs, a good many of them have renounced their ways and wish to defect." Ikrisia paused to think. "Transfer them to prisons. We will test their renouncement." "How so," the Admiral asked. "By the length of their detainment." "I...uh...see. Very well then. Is there anywhere else you would like to go?" "Not at this time, lieutenant-general. I will depart with my sipavu commodore for further briefing. Thank you for your time." "You are welcome," the Admiral said with a smile. General-Lieutenant Kitisi Alexanisia then said, "Premier Levinile, if you need any information concerning the Confederate Ground Forces' movements, I will be happy to assist you." "Excellent. Please provide me with a report this evening so I may assess the situation." Smiling, General-Lieutenant Kitisi Alexanisia nodded and said, "I will have it ready for you, Premier." "Very good." "Tell me, Lady Premier, there has been some back home in Vulshain who have criticized you for your comments concerning the attempt on His Majesty, King Samuil Rainard. They are saying that you sounded like you didn't care if he had been almost assassinated. Is this true," the Admiral asked. No," she replied. "I responded promptly, but somberly. One does not need to be overly sympathetic in order to get their message across - they just need to choose the right words." "I see. It might be helpful in the future to be a little bit more sympathetic. Also, what do you think of the media's nicknames for you?" "What nicknames?" "Various ones: the Premier of Winter, the Snowflake Princess, the White Vixen Queen, Revekikiro's Daughter. I guess they are references to your white fur, although if I'm not mistaken Revekikiro was the name of the pagan god of winter." Yeah, I do remember such mythology," she replied. "The nicknames are nice. I don't mind them as long as they aren't too derrogatory." She smiled slightly. Nodding, the Admiral then said, "I see. There are some who wonder how you will greet King Rainard when he visits Vekaiyu." "That will be for future time." "I see. Very well then. Well, would you like us to drop you off at Lady Premier?" "I will travel with my sipavu commodore, thank you." The Admiral nodded. "We are now arriving at the train station. It was nice meeting you Lady Premier and Sipav Commodore." General-Lieutenant Kitisi Alexanisia saluted both of them and said, "You can expect that report very soon, Premier Levinile." "Very well." 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| SCKnightVulshain | Dec 17 2010, 12:05:09 PM Post #146 |
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Indeed, the map and data on the Confederate units is very detailed, showing unit strength, casualities, and troop movement. |
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| Todd McCloud | Jan 8 2011, 10:59:17 AM Post #147 |
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Relaxation. Finally she had been given time of her own. Granted it was under the water of one of the many aquatic arenas that were normally closed this time of the day, but for her, they were open to allow for her to take a break from the stresses of her leadership role. She wasn’t in the main tank, but rather a smaller one that allowed for practice, be it swimming or diving. Ikrisia couldn’t remember a time she ever went diving. But it was relaxing. She swam over to one of the pool walls and slid her back down it until she hit the ground. Staring up, she watched as bubbles ascended to the surface. Perhaps that was the most relaxing feeling of all – watching one’s problems simply float away. Down here, she was free of them. It was only when she would return to the surface that she would have to deal with them again. Surprisingly for her, getting used to the notion of breathing underwater wasn’t too terribly difficult to overcome. She had to hand it to the now dead burgomaster of Iruk – he knew what he was talking about. Moving her fins downward, she pushed off and continued to swim in the water, her muscles getting a little bit of needed soothing therapy from the water pressure around her. Suddenly her attention was swayed by something she thought she saw in one of the portals. Blinking her eyes, she realized it was only one of her officers, an Ikole General judging by the insignia on his uniform. She swam over to where he stood, to which he pointed upward. Ikrisia gave an okay sign and ascended. Once she broke water, she removed the regulator from her mouth and leaned against the edge of the pool. Ikrisia gingerly took off her swim mask, careful to not have it caught in her hair, and set it down as the sharply-dressed man entered the top room. “Milady, I am sorry for bothering you.” He bowed appropriately but cautiously, not entirely sure how to address her in her current state. “I am Ikole General Vinsent Hikalvo of the 41st armored corps division. I have the reports of the Maxist concentration camps in the Jeneras.” Ikrisia sighed with a slight smirk. “Now, Ikole General, how urgent is this?” “I am sorry to disturb you Milady but I felt it urgent.” He watched as she wrung out her hands by sliding one over the other and then extended one hand toward him. He carefully bent down and gave the report to her. “It is a short one, milady, but we at the 41st are still gathering information. Since it’s only a few of us, and you have instructed us to not say anything about this yet, the research has been slow.” “It will be slow goings for a while,” she replied, maintaining her balance in the water as her other hand clung to the edge. She began reading over the report. “This is what Volesieri had on his person?” She looked up at him. “This seems to suggest over ten million died during Venavle’s reign, but doesn’t seem to elude to anything under McEva’s. Unless I am missing something?” “Well the briefs provided by him don’t seem to allude to the program ever stopping, milady. They could’ve gone on past his death. They could even be going on right now, I suppose.” She pointed a finger at a paragraph as she read aloud. “’Line prisoners up by fours, one directly behind the other, facing a pit. If they are placed in such a fashion where they smallest was closest to the pit and the largest was placed farthest from it and closest to the firing squad, the weight of the largest (typically a new arrival who was not emaciated) would cause the smaller prisoners behind him or her to fall in and eventually become suffocated under the weight of the prisoners or the dirt once they were covered over. This saved an estimated 45% extra bullets.’” Ikrisia looked back up at him. “This is terrible.” She was secretly impressed by the notions, but knew that such emotions could no longer be appropriate, especially given her current position. “It seems to include reports on the invention of Novichok, milady. Apparently this was an eight-year venture before it was perfected and its effects studied thoroughly.” “All political prisoners, eh?” “Yes, milady.” Ikrisia paused to think. “Once we get enough information, we have to publicize this. See to it that you recover as much information as possible.” “Yes, milady.” He watched as she set the paper down and picked up her swim mask, but he held up a hand, which caused her to stop. “Milady, I have been informed through the chain of command that Ler Commodore Vanse Lebivistre is requesting clearance to form an alliance among select nations in the Gulf of Itur in order to combat potential future Warreic aggression.” “If he wishes to do that, he can speak to me directly. You should know better than that, and he should certainly know better. I’m not going to play games with a new Ler Commodore.” “Very well, milady. I will inform him that he is to provide you with his proposal personally.” “Thank you. I will return to my quarters in approximately one hour before it gets too dark out.” The Ikole General nodded and bowed appropriately as Ikrisia readied herself for another dive. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jan 9 2011, 08:59:38 PM Post #148 |
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The Boll Weevel
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"At least we got the clean water running again," General-Lieutenant Kitisi Alexanisia thought as she took a well-deserved shower. The Vekaiyun military had given her and her support staff the use of one of Nilisa's bases, temporarily of course. She had left instructions not to be disturbed as she needed to look over some things. She had just dried off when her email message alert chimed. Wrapping a towel around herself, she went over to her laptop and checked. It was a message from Premier Ikrisia Levinile. Before typing a reply, she checked over the latest reports from the frontlines. Apparently, the RRAM had gotten their hands on some tanks, but the Confederate 48th Armored Corps and 14th Infantry, along with the help of the Vekaiyun 40th Armored Corps and the 40th Infantry, those pockets of insurgent activity had been crushed. Only one remained, and it was near the Vekaiyu-Listonia border, but the 1st C-SAT Battalion was in front of them, preventing them from crossing the border, while several Confederate Hind gunships giving air support for the Vekaiyun 71st Infantry and an armored cavalry unit of Confederate T-90s from the Confederate 20th Armored Corps advancing on them from all sides. She quickly typed her report:
She hit the send button and smiled. Just then, she realized that someone was behind her. She turned around slowly. Standing right there in the doorway were three Vekaiyun officers, two Solike Generals from the 40th Infantry and a Nire General from the 40th Armored Corps. The Nire General was female. She was wide-eyed in shock at what she was seeing. The two male Vulpine Solike Generals had their muzzles hanging open and were wagging their tails, despite the look of surprise covering their faces. The three Vekaiyuns had apparently not been told of Kitisi's orders not to be disturbed and had wanted to ask her some questions. Instead, they were looking at the General-Lieutenant of the Confederate Ground Forces clothed only in a bath towel. Everyone, including Kitisi, was blushing. "Gener--General-Lieutenant...Ma'am...Uh...Um..." That was all the black and red furred Nire General could get to come out of her muzzle. "EEEEK! GET OUT OF HERE! I SAID I WAS NOT TO BE DISTURBED! You better be glad that I just sent your Premier an update, or else I would inform her your disobdience!" Kitisi used her bushy tail to cover herself, although the bath towel covered herself pretty well already. The three Vekaiyuns quickly apologized for disturbing her and quickly left her alone. "Damn it," she thought as she quickly got into her uniform... |
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