NationStates Jolt Archive

In a badly lit chamber deep down in the cloning complex four men stood around a glass container.

”This is not right, this should not be!” The ferretlike scientist pointed down into the murky water ”It is an abomination! Why do we waste our valuable research resources on things like this?”

The computerscreens showed hundreds of stats slowly changing all the time. The low buzzing reminding the room of their electronic existance and the blue control blinking to show things were safe. Twenty meters from the men a shadow silently moved towards them. It’s movement could be called catlike, except that it didn’t stop to spray urine up against things.

”I say we destroy this, this , thing! It’s not only a abomination against the lord but other nations will see it as a offence as well.” The scientist was working himself up ”We can make it look like an accident. These accelerated growth things sometimes happens to...” He looked over the shoulders of the others with a panicked look on his face.

” Carry on, an accident you say..” The newcomer stood there with a nice smile on his face, he seemed to have appeared from nowhere. The scientist stuttered ”Ehh.. Well, Mr. Jovanovic, eh sir, we are not quite comfortable with this.”

”Really? Mr Andersson” Slobodans smile grew wider ”And may I ask why?”

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”Normally, we do clones for a purpose. But this?! She was a respected leader.”

Slobodan shook his head, still smiling ”Now now, this is a present for a distinguished fellow leader of The Reich. What rights do you have to question that?”

”But she will have the mind of a three year old!”

”I don’t think mr. Iesus will appreciate her for her conversational skills. In fact I don’t even think he wants her to talk at all.” Slobodan walked over to the container and peered into it. ”She’s such a pretty girl, isn’t she?”

”But giving her up to that, that monster?! And his maniac sister?!”

”Now now, Mr. Andersson, it’s not for us to deem other people is it? Now would you please continue with your work? Slobodan slowly walked away whistling as he went.

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female... respected leader... abomination... catlike movements... holy crap!

Mr. Andersson slowly walked down the corridor to his quarters. Damn that man! Damn him! He might be director over the complex, but he sure as hell couldn’t restrain the art of science. Making clones had been his work for more than 18 years and normally it was animals or inquisitors he made, this was the first time he did a celebriety and he didn’t like it at all. Normally when they made inquisitors they only accelerated the first few years and then let them away to weapons training and surgery, but now he was making something adult, and the accelerator never could put feelings and mind that only experience brought into a person. He was creating a adult person with the mind of a baby. He mumbled as he went down the empty corridor, when he suddenly was interrupted by a low whistle coming from an open door a few yards ahead of him. Andersson suddenly stopped, suspiciously watching the open door. Ma Andersson hadn’t raised any stupid kids, that was for sure, he knew a setup when he saw it. He slowly backed away in the corridor with his eyes still set on the open door and then turned and run into a wall of flesh, well actually two. He looked up and recognised the faces of Inquisitors, these were from the L-litter he thought.

”I’m Hanz!” one of the giants said

”And I’m Franz” The other said and pointed at him

[i]”And we are Gonna Pump You Up!” The twins chorused

There was a long scream in the empty corridor that suddenly came to an end, followed by a bubbling noise, and then there was nothing.

Slobodan watched the nice engraved birthday card:

Veiled in dreams, young Helen sleeps,
Breasts uplifted by her breathing's ease.
While kingdoms dream to ream her,
She keeps her peace,
A silken girl adrift in a silken bed,
Trapped in the lockspace shadows of a granite palace,
Hilltop home of a warrior king.
That worthy sleeps beside her:
Cockshafting Menelaus
Who owns her thanks to Agamemnon's gold.
Nightly his bearded voice commands her
As he grips her, boards her, shafts her:
And now she sleeps, as always,
Her nipples dreaming of a gilded kiss,
Dead sperm between her thighs.

Happy Birthday Matty!

Ahh.. the sweet poetry of love and death. Slobodan sighed as he read the card. Now all he needed was the package itself and some trustworthy logisticsexperts. The scientists downstairs had performed their work with excellent skills and speed after their colleagues "transfer" as he had told them. Well, that small speedbump had made an excellent incitament for their work. The fact that he had left all his stuff behind and that his family had come and asked for him made it all the better as a motivating factor. Slobodan leaned back in his chair and absent-mindedly pressed some buttons on his keyboard watching some bits falling over his screen on his Tetris screensaver.

In the Vat, deep below the ground, the small foetus had grown considerably. It now measured more than a meter. This was a very delicate process the scientists knew, growing took a lot of energy and power and if it grew too quickly the object would be hurt. This was normally when they liberated the object from the container and let the teachers take over. But this wasn’t a normal case, and not a normal container, they looked nervously at eachother. There were only three of them now, which could cause a delay, and as they knew that mr. Jovanovic didn’t like delays they worked very hard on the case. They knew they had a hard deadline and mr. Jovanovic had made it quite clear to them that the deadline could either be the projects or theirs depending on the result.

The finish came at night. The work stood complete and it was all done – in the dark and with no admirers.

Johnsson had seen the finish near, so near, had pushed himself on long after the others. he had asked of Svensson and Ahlmark who remained with him and peevishly, for his arms ached and he had bitten through his lip from the sheer strain of holding his position to work on this place and the other. It didn’t occur to him to inquire whether holding that light was a strain; or it did, but he was having reaching a spot at the moment and forgot to ask afterward. His own pain was by far enough, and he was beset with anxiety that he could not last, that they would face the possibility of giving up all because his strength might give out. The drugs had taken their toll and all he wanted to do now was get some rest and be out of here. He looked down on their creation, he glanced at the computers and saw the lifecurves moving along with the mental curves. His creation was so far covered with cables and syringes but that would soon change.

[i]”Tell mr. Jovanovic that we have finished, he can send his people down to fetch her.”

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Slobodan Jovanovic walked beside the large tube flanked by four immensely huge Inquisitors.

”Fetch me the wardrobe!” He shouted into his com-unit. Further down the corridor a frame on wheels was pulled out of a room, on it was a number of dresses.

Jovanovic looked on a picture and selected from the frame. ”Not that, no, wrong colour, no, she carried it at the wrong occasion. Ahh, that’s much better, exact the right nuance” Jovanovic pulled out the dress and gave his men a sign to carry on. ”Move it, we have to prepare it for its first and final performance. Call in the barber, the manucurist and make-up artist. Nothing should be wrong!” Slobodan turned around and quickly paced down the corridor.

Slobodan took a step back and watched his Creation. ”Wonderful!, simply Wonderful! My compliments to the people that has worked on you my dear. ” Slobodan snapped his fingers in front of the confused looking woman that stood there. She really looked regal, with her replicas and her wonderful dress. But in her eyes one could see that the wheel was turning but the hamster was dead, or badly wounded at least. He took her face in his hand, firm but gently ”Your name is Joanna, do you understand?” The woman returned his gaze but seemed confused. ”Joanna” He repeated, the womans lips moved slowly. ”Joanna...”

OOC:hehe Matty is going to jump with Joy! the joy!

*tag for amusement*

The president, Lord Protector and defender of the faith of Iesus Christi sat at the foot of his bed with a assualt rifle in pieces around him, as he hummed to himself he continued to fieldstrip his weapon. Now and again he glanced at the clock on the wall.
The noble leader of Iesus Christi had field stripped and put his favourite assualt rifle back toegther again a dozen times now....but still he couldnt sleep...not tonight...
The supreme leader , warlord of Iesus, favorite of Christ and liberator of St Dominic had never been able to sleep before a party.
Like a Child fighting the urge to pee he surged with anticipation....desperatly humming happy birthday to take his mind of...
PRESENTS!

[TAG] For... ummm... well, [TAG] o.O

And you´re sick, and cruel, and... and... sick.
And of course, as i should enjoy this as Endless Crimes, this can be considered a DA post :P

[/edit, and why do i always forget to switch nations?]

It was dark and a buzzing sound could be heard from outside the large box. The creature could move her arms but felt straps around her waist and her ancles. Her dress rustled as she moved. Her name was Joanna, that she knew, and she was a princess. That was why she wore the crown on her head. Her mentor, the smiling man with glasses, had taught her well, he had told her that she would come to a new place and all the people there were her servants. Her mentor had told her that the people there should be told off because they were less worth than she was, then he had given her some candy that made her sleepy and when she woke up she had been here. Why was it so dark?

The big box, 3 by 1 by 1 meters finally had arrived at the Iesus mansion. It was all in pink and stars and som kind of plastic foil in the front that was covered by a pink wrapper with a golden rosette on top. It looked like a barbiedoll case, except ten times its size with some small holes on the side and a airconditioning aggregate on the bottom. It smelled of roses, fresh from the garden, on the front a small birthday card was stuck by a tiny needle: Happy Birthday Matty!

OOC: Hmmm, I wonder if my Morchant Tarag need any target practice. I could loan them out to Laverunz. They could use some training after the Axaphanel assasination, and yes, I did try to assasinate a Maiar.

OOC: Hmmm, I wonder if my Morchant Tarag need any target practice. I could loan them out to Laverunz. They could use some training after the Axaphanel assassination, and yes, I did try to assassinate a Maiar.

OOC: So you're bragging about having tried to assassinate a Maiar? In what way should a failure be intimidating? or is it that this proves you being stupid enough to try something?

Keep ooc-threads out until this could possibly leak out, and that is not possible... Yet...

IC: A car drove by outside the mansion with a bumperstick saying "Honk if you love Iesus!"

OOC: Hmmm, I wonder if my Morchant Tarag need any target practice. I could loan them out to Laverunz. They could use some training after the Axaphanel assassination, and yes, I did try to assassinate a Maiar.

OOC: So you're bragging about having tried to assassinate a Maiar? In what way should a failure be intimidating? or is it that this proves you being stupid enough to try something?

Keep ooc-threads out until this could possibly leak out, and that is not possible... Yet...

IC: A car drove by outside the mansion with a bumperstick saying "Honk if you love Iesus!"

OOC: It was more of a "Yes I can do things, trust me, sneaking up on a Maiar is tough, I was able to even get the three shots to hit, if he was a human of even en elf, I would have killed him. I will shut up now

OOC: Kind of doubtful Lavenrunz will ask, since Vegana waited until she'd gone away for six months before starting this.

Bad form, gentlemen.

OOC: Kind of doubtful Lavenrunz will ask, since Vegana waited until she'd gone away for six months before starting this.

Bad form, gentlemen.


Keep ooc-threads out until this could possibly leak out, and that is not possible... Yet...


Now this is bad form..

Follow the story before you start your ranting and if you don't have anything IC to say, just shut up.

Bridgette watched the inquisitor inspect the present.
"CAREFUL! dont bruise her"
With gentle hands the inquisitors sent her through the scanners and through a battery of tests, always ignoring the confused sounds and questions of the prize. Brigette watched the entire thing...from the opening strip down to the prison style exams...she couldnt help but be alittle jealous at what her brother was getting...
"luck bastard..."
"You said something Ma'am?"
"No no...as soon as its clear ,send it onto our Lord President...oh and Robard...make sure the security cams are functioning ..."

And a Bump and an early christmas reminder. Christmasseason is the season of Giving as is birthdays. If you all give your friends their hearts greatest desires and what they wish for and need. The world would be a better and friendlier place. So give your friends a gift today or maybe a hug.