NationStates Jolt Archive

A line of hooded and chained prisoners was marched down the ramp inside one of Iesus Christi's most harsh detention facilities, guards in black fatigues menaced the prisoners as they escorted them into the complex, punishing any decent or stumbling with baton blows and threats of death. As the group, that included the knootian ambassador to the Reich, descended into the belly of the earth the Comm system roared at them.....
"Welcome to the Penal complex of Archangel, from which of there is no escape! Obedience is survival! Thought is Death! God is great!"

Archangel Prison Complex-home of thousands of Political prisoners, Kidnaped foreigners, POWs never returned, violent criminals and many a misguided diplomat.

OOC: A Prison life for me-everything you wanted to know about Iesus prisons but were afraid to ask

reposted for knoot and tgram guys :)

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"Would it be possible for us to send in an expert to report on the conditions of your prisons... we are trying to create something truly horrifying for which there is truly no escape. We'd have to ask that we be allowed to get our expert back though... and are willing to make a generous donation to your penal system if you agree. Do we have a deal?"

-First Minister for Domestic Security
Chairman of Penal Affairs.

Seal of Esamopia (coming soon.)

Alax N-Sinh hated the prison, maybe it was the food, maybe it was the company, or maybe it was just the fact he had been here for 20 years.

Would there be any one of LRR's dozen or so missing ambassadors in that prizon?

In the nation where ninjas may roam free without fear of prosecution, we have no prisons and very low crime.

Public surveillance cameras, UPC tattoos and national ID cards ensure we know where everyone is all the time.
And yet everyone is happy because we let you smoke up in you house!

Prisons only create anger, but constant surveillance creates fear.
This is how you control the masses.

OOC: Iesus, I hope you remembered to take me off IGNORE in IRC.....
IC: The seven LE prisoners in that detention area, captured on arriving in Iesus on a count of "tresspassing without a proper hotel to stay in" for they were visiting relatives, were heard complaining to the Prison Guard, they wanted out.

*Wonders if we could make an RP about an Iesus prison*

Would there be any one of LRR's dozen or so missing ambassadors in that prizon?

Ahem ahem.

Would there be any one of LRR's dozen or so missing ambassadors in that prizon?

Ahem ahem.

OOC:generally this will be a Iesus prison RPG/Escapes etc plus me getting to rabbit on about Iesus culture or lack there of :P
and yes, Iesus has , much like North Korea taken part in random kidnappings of civilians to provide 'cultural insights' so pretty mcuh anyone could be here :P

Oh. So does that.....no.....no.....never mind.

IC: Ambassador John Locke sits in his small cell, looking depressed as usuall. While trying to run from Attican authorities, he made the mistake of hiding in Iesus Christi. He had been here for the past 10 years, and was beginning to get tired of the company.

OOC: I wonder if I sent any diplomats to IC, ya, I think I did, once

IC: Narena Hethile, a Sindarin, sat in her cell, praying, no matter what these barbarians say, I am still a Catholic and will be till the day I die, well, at least I can wait, I am sure that I will get out of here, eventualy.

"Ae Adar nín i vi Menel
no aer i eneth lín
tolo i arnad lín
caro den i innas lin
bo Ceven sui vi Menel.
Anno ammen sír i mbas ilaurui vín
ar díheno ammen i úgerth vin
sui mín i gohenam di ai gerir úgerth ammen."

As she finished praying, she slowoly went into meditation, hoping that for once the guards will leave her in peace.

http://gnu.kldp.org/cb/homesteading/image/locke.gif

(Ambassador Locke.)

IC:

John Locke continues to sit in his cell, trying to get to sleep, but unable to with all the noise in the prision. There was a faint echo, small but repetitive. What was it?? Could it be......no! It can't! Wait!!! IT IS!!!!

The noise was a chipping. Before long, a small metal object had poked its way through the wall, and a muddy face was staring at Ambassador Locke.

"Hey, boss!"
"Ssshhh!!! How on earth did you find me?"
"Not hard really. We've got some really nice thermal scans of this place."
"How did you evade the authorities?"
"I dunno. Me mum used to send me to bible study on sundees, so I guess that allowed me to blend in. I even have some forged papers! Come on! we don't have all day!"
"Alright, alright! I'm coming!"

First, the embassy worker climbs out of the tunnel, allowing Locke to go in first, as well as getting turned around in the narrow tunnel space. They then crawl foreward with utmost expedience, not realizing that they left the tunnel opening uncovered.

In a dark cell with a lot of prisoners a large man was sitting. How long he had been in prison noone knew, but he had been there for at least 20 years. Noone seemed to notice him, he had been there for so long that most people thought of him as furniture. He never said a word, he just seemed to sit there, listening to the others. Most of the other prisoners said he was deaf and dumb, that he had been injured in his head after a bashing from the guards ten or fifteen years ago, he sure had the scars for it.

MEANWHILE:

He sat on a hill, not a mile from the complex. He put down his thermal binoculars and tapped a few buttons on his Rolex watch. A map of the prison popped up. Black Raven, the Xexan bounty hunter, looked it over. "Ah. So she is in cell 203-C. Now, how do I get in there?" His shimmering black armor looked to the complex, reflecting the moonlight. He stood, lit his jumpjets, and headed towards the complex.

"Soon, Narena," he said. "Soon..."

Erik slowly walked among the people his enhanced senses were tense he heard the crazy bitch elf pray in Sindarin, he stopped for a second and listened, scratching his left calf. He rose again and continued to walk down the hall. He had been an informant in the Archangel installement for 17 years now, after he had made a small mistake in a mission he had joined. He knew that if he played his cards right he would get out of here in three years. His had only been close to be exposed once and he had killed both the fellow prisoner and the four witnesses, he still had some bad scarring from that night. He slowly continued his long walk to his cell, he knew he would report to the warden in about half an hour, so he mentally prepared his report.

And so Black Raven landed, just out of detection range of prison security. He wasn't about to get too close to the compound. It was too risky. Then agian, this mission was risky. Was Narena really worth the risk?

He ducked behind a rock as a searchlight passed 100 feet ahead of him. Now he was paranoid. He looked over his shoulder. Two IC soldiers operated the search tower. They were 50 to 75 feet up. He opened a pocket in his messenger bag. Two anesthenine needles and a dartgun. But he needed to get closer. But...how?

He prayed for a distraction.

Under the outer fence, the two escapees were nearly out. A few hundred feet ahead of them was the entrance to the tunnel, which they covered quickly. ambassador Locke pokes his head up through the dirt covering. He sees the stars for the first time in 15 years.

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A line of hooded and chained prisoners was marched down the ramp inside one of Iesus Christi's most harsh detention facilities, guards in black fatigues menaced the prisoners as they escorted them into the complex, punishing any decent or stumbling with baton blows and threats of death. As the group, that included the knootian ambassador to the Reich, descended into the belly of the earth the Comm system roared at them.....
"Welcome to the Penal complex of Archangel, from which of there is no escape! Obedience is survival! Thought is Death! God is great!"

Archangel Prison Complex-home of thousands of Political prisoners, Kidnaped foreigners, POWs never returned, violent criminals and many a misguided diplomat.

OOC: A Prison life for me-everything you wanted to know about Iesus prisons but were afraid to ask

reposted for knoot and tgram guys :)

Ambassador Mat Herben descended into the prison, obediently walking in line with the other detainees. He knew what was expected of him, and he tried to blend in. His head bowed slightly, walking in pace. He was as yet unharmed, physically, except maybe for his sore arms. He had been arrested just that night while he was driving on the Autobahn for his home in Reichskamphen. Resisting arrest was futile, his sputtering about his ambassadorial status had been ignored. So compliantly he had followed.

The Knootian had been friends with King Will and an apprentice of Reverend Hotchkiss. Heck, he even knew Mattew Iesus personally though he found his behaviour somewhat odd. During state-visits and informal meetings ‘Matty’ would give him a strange penetrating look, or scan his body with his eyes. Sometimes the Führer would grin, and once he had even winked. It always made Herben feel uncomfortable and insecure.

What has happened?, he wondered. The ambassador had lived in Reichskamphen for decades studying theology. Since his conversion he had been an outcast in Knootian society after his conversion, but still he had diligently done his duty and sent his reports.

Why am I among the ordinary criminals? I had expected something different if I was arrested for being a spy. Maybe this is all a mistake. His mind began to spin, and he dazed at the other possibilities. Or maybe the intelligence agencies are behind this. Acting autonomously. Or there is a family feud again. Somehow thinking about all this plotting was comforting for Herben, it distracted his mind from what was to come.

The family will remember me, hopefully. Or the Reverend, or maybe even the King.

Cautiously, so that it would not be seen, he rubbed over the wound in his shoulder that he had gotten when rebels in the Reich had stormed the cathedral so many years back. The wound had healed well, but when Herben was strained it was still a painful reminder of the past. The ambassador bowed his head and said his prayers, mumbling softly.

The embassy worker gave Ambassador Locke a boost out of the hole, and then he climbs out himself. They duck just in time to avoide a searchlight beam, and then bolt for the countryside.

TAG for later entry

The detention complex of archangel is locked deep within the earth ,directly beneath the compound of the Legio Sancte Gabriel. The compound of the Legio Sancte Gabriel is a typical high security barracks complex, its security fences and defenses manned by legionnaires, who's sole purpose is to serve God and the ministry.
The main entrance to the detention complex is sited next to the command bunker complex of the legio, great blast doors set into a concrete and steel block seal the way to the Archangel complex.
Past the great blast doors and down the ramp is the great service elevators that lead down to the detention facility itself. Guards of the Ministry in their black wargear guard the Blast doors ,the ramp and the elevators. Cams monitor the entrance and the comm system blasts messages of the hope of Christ and the doom that is sin.
The fully sealed elevators sink deep into the earth, and any observer would note that this facility, far from being custom made is in fact, a old nuclear weapons facility, the very lifts that now carry human cargo once would have ferried nuclear, chemical and biological weapons. Rumours say that the legio Sancte gabriel and the ministry still have WMD within the complex somewhere, rumours also say terrible experiments are carried out here at the request of bridgette Iesus herself and that's why the complex is below a army base...others just say its Iesus paranoia that lead them to make detention facilities beneath army camps. Whatever the truth it is no comfort to the prisoner as he steps off the elevator deep beneath the earth.
As one steps out of the elevators, to the right and left are two corridors sealed by blast doors and heavily armed troopersof the ministry, these side corridors house command detention facilities run by the Ministry of social order, only the select troopers of the ministry know exactly what there is in these wings of the complex, for certain it is nothing pleasant.....of course those marked for interrogation are privileged to see certain parts the ‘command facilities'. Dragged hooded from their cells to numbered rooms to face inquisitors...the privilege isn't highly sort after amongst the inmates.
For the arriving prisoner, the corridor straight ahead is his concern....forward down another ramp and through a blast door and wire fence and then finally they come into a great cavern, so clearly once a former WMD deposit....but Now instead of lines of weapons are lines of dozens and dozens of cells build into the rock,. At each end of the cavern are connecting corridors, which lead to yet more ‘prison caves' as the guards call them.Blast doors and automatic guns seal these connecting corridors...making transport through them without guard permission near impossible.
Guards patrol a walk-way protected by wire and built half way up the cavern wall, the cavern walls also have cams and typical comm systems build in, which in typical Iesus style constantly expand the virtues of Christ.
The prisoners life is one of cramped existence with 11 other men in his cell, horrid brutality and strangely enough dull routine ...
0600 they are woken by siren ,cells unlocked electronically from a unknown command facility and start there day with a homage to Christ the king followed by a simple breakfast of ‘Christs love'(gruel)
Prisoners have free time till midday, during said free time they may roam the cavern...and that's bout it...guards watch them closely from the safety of the wired of walk-ways.
1200 all prisoners must return to their cells, they are locked down, and all prisoners and counted off via automatic readers. Lock down lasts till
1400 When prisoners are called to offer thanks To Jesus Christ and Matthew Iesus after which once again the prisoners have ‘free time'
1800 Lockdown and the dinner meal served, roll call again taken.
Prisoners are locked down till 0600 when their exciting day starts again....

Those in this facility tend to be foreigners or political dissenters, the life span for a political prisoners is much shorter than say, a misguided diplomat, The political prisoners will without a doubt not return from one of their ‘questioning' within months usually, while some diplomats and foreign travelers have been left to rot here for years, having fallen between the gaps of Iesus brutality and bureaucracy.

Seven Liverpool England tourists, kidnapped in Iesus Christi after being caught 'drinking without a license', or so they say, decided to plan a big escape. After talking amongst themselves and a few other prisoners, they decided that at 1744 they would begin the Great Escape. This was their plan:
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1744 hours (16 minutes till 6pm lockdown) - any political prisoners in on the plan would distract the guards by asking guards to play soccer with them. Once the guards are distracted, at
1758 hours (2 minutes to lockdown) - political prisoners ask guards to ask any other on-duty men to join the game, making sure the guards are unaware of the time. Insisting all guards leave, at
1758 (2 minutes to lockdown) the big Escape begins. First, the political prisoners escape. Once the guards come back, hopefully they would think the prisoners went back to their cells, but undoubtedly the guards would check the cells.
1758 (2 minutes) Other prisoners begin Great Escape, there is only about 70 seconds to finish this escape. They must go through said hole (refer to LRR's posts) and leave one man behind. Unfortunately, this has to be the weakest man so as to get everyone else outside safely.[/code:1:bb60e0845f]

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God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

"Allright, do we have the plan straight?"

Pedro Amlaroz nodded quickly to the ten men of his cell gathered around him in a semicircle, sitting in various positions on the prisons cold stone floor. The 34 year old Alvar Revolutionary Guardsman and intelligence operative believed, to himself at least, that he had a near perfect plan of escape, whose advantages owed a small part to his experiance in information gathering and manipulation and in much larger part to sheer dumb luck. The men in his cell were mostly political prisoners, some socialist agitators, others simply caught saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Had the authorities known he was intelligence operative, and not simply apprehended him for making the mistake of speaking positivly of the CACE in mixed company, his job would be much harder; so far as the government knew, he was Timothy Fredericks, an ordinary citizen with the proper papers and a place in most of the important national registries. As such, he found most receptive to his ideas and each and every one itching for a chance to strike back at the fascists who had dragged them from their homes and thrown them in cage.

Almaroz had managed to befriend one of the prison guards, carefully chosen from amongst the rest from months and months of observations. Of all the personnel, this particular sergeant, James Renard, seemed the least likely and the least eager to harm the inmates; overlooking items of contraband, uncomfortable beating or hurting prisoners, and unusually conciliatory towards inmates with complaints about their circumstance. In other words, he had a conscience. The two had communicated mostly through notes cleverly slipped into pockets at angles to make their or passed towards each other as the guard made a show of shoving Almaroz and acting as beligerent as his other Ieusus compatriots. In their weeks of correspondance, Almaroz found that James had entered the services to escape desperate poverty, and his show of loyalty to the government was just a clever and utilitarian facade. Thus, he had agreed to help the prisoners make their daring escape from the prison-fortress of Archangel.

The actual plan was as follows; James, a minor technician, would enter a stolen emergency override code into the computers. The fact that only his supervisor was supposed to know it and the terminal wasn't properly camera-monitored provided excellent cover for the guard himself, who could plausibly deny any knowledge of the event. The code would cause the doors of Almaroz's entire prison cave to swing open and the blast doors to do likewise, while a computer virus planted within the system seconds before the actual code was entered would prevent overrides from senior officers and buy the prisoners time.

This information was carefully leaked to a handful of other prisoners, who Almaroz knew would attack and fight the prison guards to the death. If only a few managed a well placed shank to the neck and grabbed a rifle, they could distract and hold down entire squads while they and the other Alvar prisoners made their way to the elevators. If James was telling the truth, and he was by the Alvar prisoners own obervations, a short detour would bring them to a now open arms locker, grab a few guns, and give themselves a fighting chance as they made a mad dash to their escape.

The military base above? Well, Almaroz had a plan for that too, but that would have to come later. All they could do now was wait, until the Liverpool men made their move. Coinciding their escape attempt with the Englishmen's own would give their plan a much greater chance of success, with the guards more spread out and less able to deal with two attempts at once.

It was a hell of a longshot. It depended on his trusting James was not going to foil their attempt before it even began (though he kept telling himself it would have already happened if that were the case), other escapees providing a reasonable amount of distraction, and on his own skills as a soldier and spy. But it was the last hope for him and the 10 comrades who had made the decision to take up arms with him.

Iccabad Bane quite enjoyed his new home. Plenty of company. Living with 11 other people was more of a social life then he had ever had before. Sure it was a little cramped, but you can't always be in paradise. That was what his grand old mum always said anyway. It was so much better in here then in that large cave he lived in. The corporate buildings were just terrible. They where always filled with so much smoke that seemed to smell like a skunk. People racing around then randomly passing out. This was the life. The Bible was quite a interesting book, filled with wonderful stories of killing and happiness. Iccabad's wonderful life was spoiled by something he overheard. Prisoners actually wanting to escape. He couldn't believe it. Convencing the IC authorities that he was a spy was very hard. How could they through all this away. He heard a few of them whispering on Thursday (was it thursday? it was hard to tell. except for the tortures everyday was the same). It was with great resolve that Iccabad went to tell the guards. . .

Time: 1705, free time for prisoners.

At that moment, Iccabad felt a sharp tug on his belt from behind. Standing to his rear was a large, well-muscled individual with a tattoo of a serpent wrapped around the barrel of an assault rifle inked into the left side of his neck. He didn't look happy, but he did the best to keep his expression impassive and his voice down.

"Iccabad, right? Al.. Er, Fredericks wants to see you. Over there. It's important." Both the tight grip he held on the man's belt and his voice suggested a great insistance that Iccabad might want to heed his advice. The man gestured over to Almaroz, the man he referred to, standing idly about in a cluster of four or five other men.

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1707: Former Geweherian Fürher, Gustav Steiner, waits in his cell. Damn, I hope they shorten my time here...How did I even get here in the first place? A man laying on his back tries to make snow angels on the urine-stained concrete. "Apples and pears! Apples and pears! WHERE'S MAH WEASEL, MAW?" Gustav looks up at the obviously crazy man "Excuse me, could you please quiet down?" The crazy man stops abrubtly and looks at the former-Fürher in shock. "...Do you know who I am? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM!? MY BACONS SENT YOU HERE, AND YOU DARE DEFY ME!?" Gustav looks at this man in terror. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were clinically...Nevermind." The crazy man looks puzzled for a few seconds, and then his face brightens as if he just realized something brilliant. "Do you know...how to draw a piggy?" "Pardon me?" "A piggy, do you know how to draw one?" Gustav stares at the loony, wondering what the hell he's talking about. "Yes, I know how to draw...Why?" The crazy man looks as though he's overcome in happiness. "That's great! Here, I stole a napkin from the mess hall this morning, do you need ink?" "What? Where did you get ink?" "Ah, it was trying to get to my head, but the ink never made it!" The man shows Gustav a scar on his neck. "You're crazy, you know that?" "No! A common misconception! I am brilliant, a genius! Ink?" Gustav finally gives up on trying to figure out what this man is trying to do, and takes the small leather container from his hand. "Where did you get this container?" "Cows were trying to invade my legs, and I killed them and harvested their skins!" The man points to a scarred section on his leg.

Soon enough, the drawing of the pig is done. The red/brownish blood stains on the paper are just recognizable as a hog. The crazy man nods as if approving of the childish drawing that lays before him. "This is very good, very very good. Now lift me up to the catwalks." "I'm sorry, what?" "The catwalks! Lift!" Gustav starts to doubt this man's possible genius again, and hesitantly lifts him up as high as he can on his shoulders. "HEY, GUARDS! OVER HERE!" Gustav, almost tripping, exclaims, "What!? are you trying to get us killed!?" "Shh! Shut up, trust me!" A guard walks over and says, "And just what might you be doing?" "I made a drawing for you, I think it's pretty good!" The guard snags the paper from the man's hand. "Hmm. This is pretty good...for prison scum! Now get back and...HEY!" Gustav looks up and sees the crazy man's hands make a quick movement at the guard's foot. "I got his laces! Let me down and start running!" The Führer, confused, lets the man down and follows the running crazy man. "Okay, grab one of them!" The crazy man points to a group of four prisoners, and Gustav looks over. "What!? I'm not going to--" "Just do it!" The guards are yelling from above the cell "The bastard took my shoelace! What the hell!?" "Calm down, Joseph, you can get another pair...What's that you're holding?" The other guard looks at the drawing in the guard's hand. "...Why do you have that?" "That crazy bastard that took my laces gave it to me, he's a f*ckin' psycho!"

Meanwhile, in the cell directly below the yelling guard, Gustav Steiner and the anonymous crazy man are at work. "Okay, just grab the skinniest, weakest looking guy you can see, and bring him over here."
You're skinny and weak looking... Gustav thought. "Sure, that guy in the corner looks good enough. I'll go get him." "Great, that's great!" "One more thing...before we go any further, what's you name?" "Hah! I am the great Thomas Edison!" Gustav looks at the man who calls himself Thomas as if he's going to say something, then hesitantly says "Okay, Thomas." Gustav walks over to the weak looking man in the corner and grabs him by the shoulders. "Hey, what are you doing?" Gustav gives the man an affirmative look and says, "I don't know, just come with me." The Geweherian Führer drags the rather skinny man over to Thomas. "Okay, I got him, now what?" Thomas quickly makes a circular movement with his hands around the skinny man's head. Gustav looks at Thomas in bewilderment. "What did you just do, and why?" Thomas looks at Gustav and flips the skinny man around, revealing the shoelace from the guard's boot cut deeply into the skinny man's neck. Gustav is now terrified. "Why did you do that?" "You'll see, my friend, you'll see..."

1712:
A guard quickly takes notice to the pale human form on the floor in the middle of the cell below him. "Hey, is that guy alright?" A bulky prisoner looks up. "He's dead!" The guard looks in disdain at the prisoners below him. Animals! That's why they're all in here, they're filthy murderous beasts! "John, we have a deceased in cell 422B, send somebody in."
Gustav and Thomas wait paitently. Thomas hands Gustav a small, white object, about two and a half inches in length. "What is this?" "It's one of my fingernails, I grew it out for ten years and sharpened it real good." "Why do I need this?" "When the guards come in here to collect the body, we'll stab them at an unprotected spot in the throat, and move the object around to mess things up, and as quickly as possible, grab their assault rifles and use their bodies as cover." "And then what?" "And then we fight back." Gustav looks at a long, red stained object partially concealed in Thomas' sleeve, then looks at the body on the ground, quickly recoiling when he realizes what the object is. The bloody bastard took his femur! "What are you going to do with that?" While the guard is looking away, Thomas cracks off the end of the large leg bone. "I'm gonna jam this through one of the recovery guy's heads." Voices can be heard outside the blast door now. "422B, this is it. Okay, careful...and...CLEAR!" The doors open, and armed guards pour into the room. A little patch of unprotected area on the throat of one of the men is soon intruded by the large bone wielded by Thomas. I can't believe I'm doing this... Gustav thought, and then forced the fingernail into another guards throat. "Quick! Take cover behind them and start shooting!" Gustav, without hesitation, does as he is told. Guards from above start opening fire at the cell below, but are unable to hit the two men with the rifles, because of the armoured bodies covering them. A cylindrical object drops from the catwalk. Thomas, quickly removing something from the dead guard's face, shouts out to Gustav. "Hurry! Put on their gas masks!" Gustav swipes the gas mask off of his guard's face and puts it on. Oh crap, he thought, The guard must have coughed up blood when I stabbed him! The rusty taste from the blood in the mask was nothing compared to the gas that guards threw whenever there was a riot in the cells. "Quickly," Thomas shouted through the gas mask, "The blast door is still open!" Gustav and Thomas quickly darted out of the first blast door, dragging the bodies of their dead guards with them. "Hmm...These won't do, their armour has been hit too many times. Grab another guard and put his armour on." Gustav picks up another guard, killed by the rifle shots, and removes his vest, shivering at the sight of the bloody hole where his eye should be. Thomas pulls out yet another leather container from his pant leg, this one larger than the one he used to store his blood. "What's that?" "Bomb." "Where did you get the stuff to make it?" "Distilled shit and charcoal. Jeez, why does everybody think it's so f*cking hard to make black-powder? Okay, watch out now...You didn't pick up a helmet?" Gustav looks at Thomas, and realizes that he didn't grab a kevlar helmet when he was removing the armour from the dead guard. He quickly runs back and gets one.

"Okay, when they send a backup team through the second blast doors, we'll shoot the bomb I made, alright?" "But you're still holding it..." "I'm going to set it at the door, I'm smarter than that!" And I'm Queen Elizabeth Gustav thought.

More voices came from the second set of blast doors, and the leather mass stood at the foot of the door. Gustav looked over at Thomas, and decided he should take the shot at the bomb. "...Maybe I should take the shot, yes?" "Bah! You? I was in your army for a good six years, and they never even promoted me to sniper division even though I could hit a mockingbird at fifteen meters with a paper airplane! It's time I get my recognition..." The blast doors slid open, and a gunshot is heard, followed by an explosion. Four guards are cut down by shrapnel, the others laying on the ground from the force of the blast. One of the guards looks up to see a bayonet go straight into his face. "Kill them all, take their ammo." Gustav does just that.

Fifteen minutes later, Thomas is leading Gustav through another prison cave. "Damn, we might be too late." "Late? What are you talking about?" Thomas' eyes scan the prison cave. "Wrong one, I think I'm sure where it is this time." They dart out of the prison cave and Thomas glances around. He looks at a watch on his wrist. Gustav looks over, wondering. "Where did you get that?" "I stole it from a guard, otherwise we wouldn't know how much time we had left." "How much time we have left? What are you talking about?" A soccer ball bounces out from another prison cave. "Perfect timing..." This guy is a total loony Gustav thought. "Quick, stash the weapons and armour somewhere. Only keep the handgun." Gustav discards the heavy objects, and follows Thomas' example by putting the thirteen round Heckler und Koch USP into the waist of his pocketless pants. Gustav follows Thomas into the prison cave. "'Ello, mates, might we join the game?" A fully armoured guard walks into the open prison cave holding the soccer ball. "Sure, I don't see why not..." The guard looks at Thomas' arm, and quickly notices it. "Hey, newbie, where did you get the watch?" Thomas is panicked, but quickly regains his cool. "What, this thing? One of the guards here is my friend, and I asked him if he could get me a watch." The guard looks at him in the eye, and Thomas gives him a friendly smile. "...Okay, it's just that prisoners aren't normally allowed to have any time pieces." "Yes, I was aware of this, but I really like these watches." Good comeback... Gustav thought.

As the seconds ticked away, and the soccer ball bounced back and forth, Gustav and Thomas could only wait.

1747:
The other prisoners playing soccer look at Gustav and Thomas, confused. Two of the prisoners give eachother looks that say "What are they doing here?" The ball is kicked out of the prison cave again. Gustav manages to squeeze in a few words in between his panting. "What in the bloody hell are we doing here playing football?" Thomas looks at him. "You aren't very well informed, are you? There's an escape planned tonight." "Then why are there so few people?" "Because it's very secret." "Then how do you know?" "It came to me in a dream years ago." "...Are you sure you can trust your sources?" "Of course! Isaac has never steered me wrong!" "Wait, who's Isaac? I thought you said it came to you in a dream!" "It did, Isaac lives in my dreams." "...Is Isaac's last name 'Newton' by any chance?" Thomas gives Gustav an astonished look. "Why...yes it is...How did you know that?" "Let's just say a textbook was talking to me..."

Ow, I bumped my head!

OOC: Very nice. Looks like the plan will work.....

OOC: Liverpool, it's your call.

[tags] *and would link his own post in the hijacked thread to this, if he wouldn`t be too lazy to find it...*

1749:
Thomas looks at the black watch on his wrist, checking the time. "...Why don't they have Mickey Mouse on these watches?" Gustav gives him a look of disbelief. "I bet they would if Mickey Mouse wore body armour and carried around an assault rifle." "Elementary, dear Watson, elementary..." "Why do you keep switching back and forth between that English accent?" "B'cause me dear mum was from Liverpool." ",This plan better work. Is this plan yours?" "No , it's not mine. Some political prisoners came up with it." (OOC:Liverpool, read the hidden message :? ) "How did you get a hold of it then?" "Like I said, Isaac told me." Gustav decides to play along. "When did Isaac propose this idea to you?" "About five years ago, why?" "Nothing, it just seems a little far-fetched." "Hah, I know what you mean. When Isaac first came around, I had a hard time believing him, but if you listen to him, it helps!" "Where's Isaac now?" Thomas lets out a lighthearted laugh. "He's in my dreams with Nikola, and Galileo!" "I'm not even going to ask...how much longer will we be playing football?" "Calm down, we'll be finished soon..."

The Life sign readings stopped dead...the lights flashed out...never a good sign.
"Guard 756 is dead...and...jeeez"
"Savages! call a early lock down....that simple...kill one of us..."
"Sir,Yes ,Sir"
"close the blast does in the leading sections....manually seal them...and prepare....you know what...all guards out of the floor"
Captain Dan "the beast" Butler leant back in his chair and watched the screens showing the 'floor'. "evil little bastards...show them how the game is played..."
The Alarms sounded for 'lockdown'...early...Over the comms came the order to return to your cells NOW...

OOC:Guards carry no gasmasks :) and cells have automatic doors that are big,metal and airtight.
Guards lifesigns are monitered , for several reasons...but its something prisoners wouldnt know. hell half the guards dont know!
sorry about the slow reply...been abit busy :)

What!? Your guards don't wear gasmasks? What if I threw a chlorine gas bomb at them? What would they do then? Okay, blah, scratch everything about the gasmasks then.

1752:
The lockdown alarm went off. Thomas knew something wasn't right. He took a look at the watch. "Wait, it's only seventeen-hundred-fifty-two! We still have eight minutes left!" The guard that was once playing football with them was now listening to an ear-piece. He then looked back and started pushing prisoners back into the prison cave. Gustav Steiner was confused. How did I end up here? We did all that work for this!?...Ending up in another prison cave!?

A whisper came from above him. "Hey, you there, get up here!" Gustav looked. He saw Thomas and another man hanging on to the grating of the suspended catwalk. "What are you doing up there?" he whispered back. "We're going to get our arses out of here, mate!" the man said back to him. The guards were preoccupied with shoving some political prisoners back into the urine-scented holes in the wall. Gustav looked back up at the two men dangling from the grating that lay eleven feet above the ground. Okay, I may be old, but I can do this. Remember, freedom is just ahead. Gustav made a sprint and jumped up onto the wall, just grabbing the grating. The metal structure was cutting into his fingers as he held on, but the pain was nothing compared to what would happen if the guards found him escaping. Thomas looked over at him. "What are you doing all the way over there for? Get in the corner, you bleeding lunatic!" Gustav, without hesitation, moved away from the side wall, and into the darkened corner. "They'll see us here either way! It's no use!" "Trust me, they'll be too busy to notice..." "What do you mean? They're never too busy!" The other man with them gave a nod to one of the prisoners, and he darted out of the crowd. The guards tried restraining him, but he kept bolting on towards the now closing blast doors. Rifle fire rang out, and the man fell to the ground, giving Gustav and his accomplices a grin before dying. Guards rushed over to him and picked up the body. "Now!" the other prisoner said quietly. Thomas and the man jumped up onto the catwalk, then helped Gustav make his way up. "Ah, bloody hell! You got yer blood on me!" the man said, looking at Gustav's cut up hands. Thomas quickly made way to a concrete tile on the wall, and started felling the sides of it. He finally made his way to a small groove in the hard cement, and pulled it out. "Hurry on now! Into the hole!" Gustav looked in the hole, and quickly replied, "But...That hole has to be seven-by-three feet at most! It's not an escape route!" "I know! Just get in!" Doubting the plan now, Gustav got in the hole. "Why are we--" "Shh!" Thomas pulled the large concrete slab back into place. The small room was solid concrete, and looked like it was made with makeshift tools; Gustav noted the spoon lying on the ground. Minutes passed. Thomas held his ear against the wall. "Sounds clear, let's give 'er another minute." He glanced down at him watch, and waited paitently. Thomas looked at his watch a little while later, and slowly pushed the concrete block out again. "Make a run for it!" Gustav and the other prisoner bolted for the other end of the room, while Thomas stayed to push the tile back in. Thomas started running towards the other escapees, then a gunshot rang out. Blood hit the wall, and Thomas fell to the floor. A guard stood at the opposite side of the room, still holding his assault rifle up. Gustav looked at him. The guard quickly shifted the barrel of the weapon at the other men. "Do not move." The man's voice was very affirmative. He closed in on Gustav and the other prisoner, their hands now in the air. Suddenly, another gunshot echoed throught the room. The guard fell. "Thomas! You're alive! But...how?!" Thomas stood a few meters back from the dead guard, holding his Heckler und Koch USP in front of him. "The bastard grazed my tongue!" He stuck the tip of his tongue through a small hole in the side of his cheek. It was a rather sick sight, but nobody seemed to care. The other man they were with picked up the assault rifle. "We might not get out of here alive, so we might as well take some with us."
The sound of marching feet was getting closer, Thomas whipped the USP out again, putting another bullet into the magazine. Gustav, almost forgetting he had it, took out his USP as well. A hail of guards poured out of the passageways, each training their weapons on the three escapees. Bullets streaked through the warm air, the prisoner with the rifle shouted out and grasped him arm. "The bastards shot me!" Thomas, quickly taking his weapon, started shooting guards down, one by one. Gustav took refuge behind a support pillar, bumping into the bleeding prisoner on his way. How the hell does he do it? Gustav thought, as he watched Thomas stand there with the rifle, picking off armed men while bullets seemed to avoid him. Thomas was about to shoot another guard, when the click of an empty chamber signalled he was out of ammunition. He lowered the weapon, and waited for the guards. A muscular looking guard walked up to him with a shotgun, and hit the assault rifle out of his hands. "You're coming with me, you little runt!" the guard exclaimed. In one fluid movement, Thomas moved a hand behind him, took the USP out of his waistline, and blew the guard's brains out. Gunfire broke out again. Thomas sweeped the shotgun up from the floor, and started running at the guards, letting off rounds. The unsatisfying click of an empty chamber infuriated him. Thomas yelled at the top of his lungs, bringing the large weapon over his head, and then beat a terrified guard's head in. The other guards looked at him, shocked, positioning their bayonets up. Thomas, looking at the corpse on the ground, raised his head and said "You think you can kill me? Well, I have news for--" Another gunshot. Thomas fell to the ground. His grey prisoner's uniform was now stained with red at his chest. The guards looked at the crazy escapee on the ground. "There was two more, go find them." Gustav looked alerted. He withdrew his USP again. "...Out of ammo! Shit!" Looking over to the other prisoner, he said "Do you have any ammo?" The other man gave him a worried look. Shit! Gustav looked around, and saw the dead guard laying not too far from him. He bolted out, took the pistol from the guard's holster, and removed some clips from the vest. "There's one of them! Fire!" More shots rang out. Chips of concrete flew off of the walls. Gustav got back to the pillar just in time. Reloading his handgun, he then picked up the other one. He took a peek around the side of the pillar to take a few shots every now and then. Gustav was getting rather tired of this. "Hey, do you have a gun?" Gustav looked over at the other prisoner. His head was blown off, undoubtedly when he was looking around the corner. "Dear Lord, what have I done!" Gustav thought as he stood behind the pillar with two empty handguns. "Okay, I think he's dead!" one of the guards shouted. Then, a white piece of cloth emerged from the side of the pillar. The men looked at it. "What the hell does he think he's trying to do, scare us off with a ghost?" "No, you idiot!" the captain exclaimed,"He's surrendering!"

Gustav thought he saw Thomas move as he walked out from behind the pillar. That crazy bastard!

OOC: Excuse me, Iesus, how do you dispose of dead bodies in the Archangel facility?

"Zap him"
A angry looking trooper raised his shotgun at the prisoner and fired, but rather than a deadly lead payload being fired, a‘ electro shock round' crashed into escapers body, sending the prisoner crashing to the ground.
"Bind him...see to the others..."

The detention center had been locked down, and the entire escape attempt had been watched with some amusement from the command centre,
Captain Butler was almost giggling in excitement, really did they think rushing the guards would go unnoticed? Nothing came into or left Archangel without the guards knowing it....nothing...simple western fools...Did they think they were the FIRST to try such a half arsed scheme...Butler grinned, his main reason for letting it go so far was so he could access his own guards performance, and generally good it had been, sure several were on the ‘wrong' side of secured blast doors and some were dead...but oh well....a few gassed or dead guards didn't worry the ministry! Each blast door had been manually bolted shut like navy bulk head preventing any ‘over ride' delusions the prisoners had...
Butler watched the view screens that held images of the floor and of the cells, the prisoners had returned to their cells , they generally knew better then to openly defy him....

During the first hour of the lock-down , all remaining men from the ‘escapees' cell were removed from their cell after it being pumped with a ‘mostly' harmless ‘sleeping' gas, several other cells known to have ‘contraband' or ‘contraband ideas' were likewise ‘gassed' ...the inmates dragged out and bound , awaiting the personal inspection of Captain Butler....the guards knew he'd demand some perverse punishment for this insult....

OOC: the dead would be dragged off by guards-either taken straight out or moved to the command facility for ‘who knows what'.
Each cell has a very ‘1984' like view screen, bunks and a single toilet.

Kosh sat in his cell, meditating.

It had been a long time. A very long time.

H ecame here as 'special ambassador' to negotiate matters of 'mutual interest'.

Well, he had known that it was somewhat of a suicide mission, still... he had hoped, back then, that it would work out.

Well, he had been proven wrong. And now he was here. Alone.

He heard shots, screams from outside his cell.

Must be an attempt to escape... Fools.

They would fail, he knew that. Where did they intend to go? Did they knew so little about Iesus?

Well, it wasn´t his fight... IF there was a chance to escape, it would come from the outside.

Erik sat in his cell listening to the symphony of pain outside his door. Today his report had been long and explicit, several ringleaders had been named and as he lay down on his bed he focused on different screams and tried to make out names.

"Ahhh... the children of the night" was his last thought as the sandman gently poured sand into his eyes and rocked him to innocent sleep.

OOC: could Herben possibly be made cellmates with ambassador Kosh?

OOC: Iesus, do you mind if I RP the actions of the lone dissenting prison guard described in my post? Moreover, since you have yet to say so one way or the other, do you even agree to his existance?

Captain Dan Butler walked along the line of hog tired ‘bad' prisoners, a example had to be made...but....
Damn that one is pretty
Dan leant down and softly stroked the face of one of the younger men, a boy really...he ran his hand over his bound body. so taunt and athletic ,yet so scared...Dan ran his hand around and felt the mans ‘tactical assets'. Ohhhh Perfect..
"take this one to my cell...have him washed down and bound correctly...the way I like it..."
Two guards dragged off the boy, who screamed in terror....and much to Butlers excitement he noticed a growing wet patch on the boys prison over-alls..Butler moaned in anticipation of the coming fun...
But first things first! Butler nodded to one of his officers , who piped the image of Butler standing over the prone prisoners to all the cells.
"Attention prisoners! Attention!"
In the cells the prisoners rose and lined up before the view screens, knowing some horror they would now have to witness.
"There was a attempted escape prisoners....you defied me..you defied God! All rations are cut in half for the next 30 days! Cells 1-20 will each offer up a prisoner for special interrogation bout this incident....you may chose amongst yourself who will be taken...
As for these ..animals.."
Dan kicked one of the hog tied prisoners
"their suffering will be legend and you will bare witness....Corporal bring me the wire"

The prisoner next to Herben nudged him and whispered "Stand at attention and don't turn away...they're watching us..."

OOC:sure ya can be the same cell :)
and rogue guards is ok, but its a very SHORT term existence for them, munitions are checked/guards are watched as much as the prisoners-Its the Iesus Christi way of life being watched and bar coded after all! :P Any rogue guard would have to help in more subtle ways if he wanted to survive and their wont be a lot of ‘em, guards here are from the most Loyal branch of Bridgettes Iesus's own ministry.

????:
Thomas woke up. The pain in his chest was unbearable. He looked down at the bullet wound--A few centimeters down from his right rib--His stomach. He knew he didn't have too long to live. He curled up in the darkened concrete room, and waited.

Meanwhile, in some random house in Geweher, a man is eating dinner. "Say, honey, did you ever think about where our old leader dissappeared to after the revolution?" "No dear, which old leader was that?" "You know, that Gustav Steiner guy. They just replaced him with somebody who had a similar first name." Troops in dark fatigues, weilding sub-machine guns break down the doors, cuff him, read him his few rights, and fly away with the man in their police helicopter. :D

Not far from the prison complex, in a wooded area, a medium sized corvette lands. It is a specially designed stealth vehicle, made for these knids of missions. A group of 50 men, clad in Tartan cloth, and carrying weapons looking suspiciously like hand-held plasma cannons, piles out of the back.

"So, how do we do this?"
"Simple, we breach the outer fence, and keep going in. Got your thermal binoculars?"
"Yep."
"Pilot, are you ready for the decoy?"
"We are. Sonic bouys have been dropped within 100-decibel radius of the prison's outer wall."
"Ok, prepare to activate in two minutes."
"Roger that!"
"Doeseveryone have their weapons all set?"
"Yep. We've got plenty of K to put the whole garrison to sleep."
"That's good. Ok, let's move out!"

The party continues overland, quickly covering the distance to their first waypoint, in sight of the outer fence. Their weapons are LRR's primary infantry arm, the D-353 medium-short range tranquilizer launcher. They launch darts which inject a sedative into the body which it hits, the portions controlled by a microsensor in the back of the dart. The ultimate in non-lethal. On the other side of the prison, suddenly, there is a cascade of satanic rock music, the Destroyinators, playing at outrageous volume.

The party then heads over to the outer fence, and starts to cut through with a plasma torch.

ooc: and once again i`m amazed that people just fly in and out of Iesus Christi, a nation that is basically a maximum security prison in itself, without being detected, hunted, etc...

"So, our plan failed," Joe Smith sighed. He was an undercover LECFI [Liverpool England Criminal-Federal Intelligence] officer, undercover in IC as a tourist. "Darn! They called for lockdown early, there has to be something wrong. They called for lockdown 8 minutes too early. Perhaps someone gave it away?"

Herben did what he was told and he stood to attention as he watched the horrible torture. It disgusted him utterly. While straring at the screen he unfocused his eyes and turned his mind inwards, trying to ignore the screams.

The people of Iesus... supposedly some of the nicest people there are. The most polite at any rate - and yet capable of so much cruelty.

He prayed for the lives of those prisoners who would be made an example of. May their deaths be quick was his first instinct. But he shrugged that thought. Decades of Knootian culture still had not shaken off him. And in a hidden place he still carried his Drion suicide pill. While it was against anything he believed in now, he still could drive himself to part with this last piece of Knootian self-determination...

Thomas' dead body lay on the cold floor. A rat nibbled on his hand and ran into the drain. The watch that was once on Thomas' wrist was now strapped around the rat, along with a message. "GEWEHER-SEND HELP"

The watch's constantly active infrared strobe was sure to attract any attention from surveillance sattelites or anyone using thermal vision. Now the question was: Would it make it?

ooc: and once again i`m amazed that people just fly in and out of Iesus Christi, a nation that is basically a maximum security prison in itself, without being detected, hunted, etc...

OCC: He coulda shot it down.

ooc: and once again i`m amazed that people just fly in and out of Iesus Christi, a nation that is basically a maximum security prison in itself, without being detected, hunted, etc...

OCC: He coulda shot it down.
OOC: perhaps his people are all invisible? :roll:

ooc: and once again i`m amazed that people just fly in and out of Iesus Christi, a nation that is basically a maximum security prison in itself, without being detected, hunted, etc...

OCC: He coulda shot it down.
OOC: perhaps his people are all invisible? :roll:

OCC: He coulda killed them.

OOC: I got into Iesus Christi without being detected by anyone save my own government. It's called making connections. Surely you don't think that everyone in IC likes IC policy?
Oh and BTW, I got caught but that was part of my plan.

The guard howled with delight as the arm came free from the prisoners body.
"God is great! God is great! GOD IS GREAT"
Captain Butler kicked the last gurgling body....
"excellent.....Now Prisoners....enough of this nonsense....pray to God for release, thought is death! Obedience is life!"
Butler turned and stormed off to 'cell' and his waiting young 'prize'.


OOC: hmmm while I applaud your interest, I dont think Uber commandos landing isnt really that 'real'. We're kinda paranoid plus there is a top military base ontop of the detention center.
secondly, its a HIGHLY restricted prison, so things like wacthes etc would be contraband(on the other hand, the Knootian suicide pill is cool.....I think its kinda groovy)

The guard howled with delight as the arm came free from the prisoners body.
"God is great! God is great! GOD IS GREAT"
Captain Butler kicked the last gurgling body....
"excellent.....Now Prisoners....enough of this nonsense....pray to God for release, thought is death! Obedience is life!"
Butler turned and stormed off to 'cell' and his waiting young 'prize'.


OOC: hmmm while I applaud your interest, I dont think Uber commandos landing isnt really that 'real'. We're kinda paranoid plus there is a top military base ontop of the detention center.
secondly, its a HIGHLY restricted prison, so things like wacthes etc would be contraband(on the other hand, the Knootian suicide pill is cool.....I think its kinda groovy)

OCC: They aren't really uber commandos, more like regular troops. So engage them if you want.

so things like wacthes etc would be contraband
But of course, I just thought that guards would carry them. If this is not so, just let me go on with this, it's far too interesting.

Captain Butler pulled his pants on, and looked around his room for a clean shirt.
"dammit...I need a clean one! and you..shut up...you know you loved it"
On the bed the bound prisoner gave a whimper and a low sob, he lay face down, naked, his limbs bound to the posts of the bed like some perversion of St Andrews cross, his entire childish body was covered in welts and bite marks from the nights 'fun' , and a pool of blood continued to expand on the sheets from the blood dripping down from the boys abused arse.
"and wheres my baton...oh.."
Butler picked up his baton from beside the bed , and wiped clean the blood and 'waste' from it on the sheets and quickly finished dressing himself.
"well boy ..." Butler leant in and ran his tongue along the young mans neck "I'll see you later honey...Duty calls"
Butler strutted out of the room just as all over the complex the 'morning service' was being announced over the comm system. Quickly he made his way to his men and took his place standing at attention with them, and crossed himself as the broadcast started ....
" Comrades! Heil Victory! God is with us today....
We all suffer from the disease of mixed, perverted, corrupted blood and mind! How can we purify ourselves and make atonement? The eternal life bestowed by the king of Kings is the only way we can be saved! pledged yourself to him! Praise God! praise his laws!
God is great! God is great........ "

OOC:ummm commandos without back story are out of place

Even after seven years in prison, Kerib still wasn't sure why he had been arrested. He only knew he was lucky no one had found out his true religion.... He had been following the rituals of his captors for many years now to prevent that discovery, but he had not given up faith. Fendar understood the necessity of such subterfuges. Difficult though it had been when under constant observation, Kerib had even maintained his training. He was a loyal Tobalite priest. He knew the Great Fendar would not allow him to remain a captive of these infidels forever; when the time came, he would be ready.
OOC: Does magic exist in this setting? Most Tobalite priests know some, but if you prefer, I'll leave that out.

hope you don't mind me sneaking a long-missing ambassador in here...

*Artemis Ssenj woke groggily on his disgusting mattress. every night he fell asleep hoping that he would wake up from a life-long nightmare. thus far he had had no such luck. he whimpered softly, rubbing a hand over his thoroughly bald head. what had happened? the First Prefect had sent him to Iesus Christi to find out about the country, about it's ruler and it's people. and he'd performed, he thought, admirably. his reports had always been on time and properly encrypted. and one night, he'd been woken up by the sound of his door being broken down. a club had cracked him on teh back of the head, and he'd woken up here. he'd grown old in a tiny cage, subsisting on gruel and hatred, surrounded by the smell of death and excrement. a living hell, that's where I am he thought to himself...*

*another day, another pointless cry to a nonexistent god. Artemis had quickly learned, back in his youth, to do what the guards wanted, to offer no resitance. resistance meant pain. so he made his false prayers, hoping to get on something resembling the good side of the guards. this too, he'd learned, was futile. these men were cold as iron, and twice as hard. he wanted to write, to read, to do anything that could possibly give him an outlet. and at every turn he was denied.*

*he'd lost count of his time in this damnable hole. the days had run into years had run into decades had run into lifetimes... no sun, only the alarms to tell you the time. I must be going mad. I should. I wouldn't be here then... yes, that's what I'll do, I'll go mad. he never spoke, except inside his own head. he had nothing to say to anyone here, he was alone.*

*he was falling apart, barely a man, certainly forgotten back home. every day his hatred for his captors grew stronger. it kept him alive when his body had long since given up. he would show his captors. he would survive this, he would be free again someday. and when he did, he would go to the First Prefect, and he would tell them of the horrors he had seen, and he would have this place erased from the earth, one way or another...*

To:Archangel Prison
From:Ministry of Social order
Due to increased number of arrests in Northern sector and foreign operations, you are ordered to be prepared for the arrival of a further 1000 prisoners. According to records you have ample supply to make this possible. Use prisoners as need be to expand facility if need be.
Yours
Patrick Bateman

Captain Butler read the order..."bugger..prepare orders to expand cavern 4 and 7.....use the prisoners as work crews..."



The two guards were bored, both leant against a corridor wall, one reading ,the other smoking, Sure they should paying more attention to their 'work' but there wasn't a lot to do on these 'floor walk' duty times, at first they had been honoured by being assigned to archangel and had been vigilant during there walks around the caves but now....their 12 month 'tour' couldn't go fast enough and slacking off was the name of the game, stuck underground for 3 weeks at a time, then a week 'topside' of which 4 days of it was mind numbing security with the Legio boys....exciting stuff!
well no one said a troopers life in Iesus Christi was fun...
but it did have its upsides sometimes...
The bigger guard, Bray Deron put down what he had been reading- 'Communism & Capitalism, the two Cs of Satan!' and nudge his brother guard...
"he looks like fun..."
Both guards grinned and Bray whistled at a passing prisoner...
"you there...boy..come here..."
The prisoner Froze and came quickly to attention...the prisoners face became a deadly shade of grey.
"its ok boy...come here...come over here"
The prisoner meekly approached the guards
"what cell are you boy?"
The prisoner replied in a mouse like voice "cell 697 Sir..."
"arhhh you got the new Knootian in with you eh? must be fun...fresh face and all..."
"sir ?"
"you know....Knootness...Knootians...you know what they are like don't you? kinda like that those bitches from Lavenrunz..."
Brays friend nudged him , amused by the prisoners terror
"no sir...what are knootians like..."
"Like this!"
Bray lashed out with his baton across the prisoners face sending him crashing to the ground, brays friend grabbed the fallen prisoner by the ankles and dragged him over over to his comrade....
The prisoner cried out....left to the sadistic delights of two bored guards...

OOC:

Erik silently watched the newcomers go by while eating his gritty gruel. His help to the guards might prove useful with all these newcomers here, maybe he could help root out the ringleaders and defuse the upcoming riots even before they began. He already had passed some reports with names to the warden but he didn't know how many of them were alive. He had heard that an increased number of prisoners would arrive and that they would increase numbers in the cells as well as dig out some new areas. He had written to the warden that it would be good to be placed with useful people or people they wanted to know more about. Maybe the warden would recommend him for other missions out of this hellhole if he performed well.

IC: Narena Hethile, a Sindarin, sat in her cell, praying, no matter what these barbarians say, I am still a Catholic and will be till the day I die, well, at least I can wait, I am sure that I will get out of here, eventualy.

"Ae Adar nín i vi Menel
no aer i eneth lín
tolo i arnad lín
caro den i innas lin
bo Ceven sui vi Menel.
Anno ammen sír i mbas ilaurui vín
ar díheno ammen i úgerth vin
sui mín i gohenam di ai gerir úgerth ammen."

As she finished praying, she slowoly went into meditation, hoping that for once the guards will leave her in peace.

OOC: Elvish Catholics? Cool x Avogadro's number*! We shall convert the Sirithilists yet! ;) BTW, what prayer is that she's praying?
*Avogadro's number is 6.02257 X 10^23, or around 602,257,000,000,000,000,000,000

IC:

I've been here way too long, Flying Officer Peter Ling of the Republic of Syskeyia Air Force thought to himself.

Of course, just how long that "too long" was he really didn't know.

He remembered how it all began. He was flying his F-22 during the Amerigan Slaver War, scouting for slaver jets, when suddenly he saw Reich bombers about to annihilate a refugee camp, and he decided to do something about it.

That decision cost the Republic of Syskeyia 100 million dollars.

It'd been the same routine, day in and day out. Slop for food, no sleep, and routine torture. Being a good Catholic, Peter often read that the saints, like everyone, had their crosses to bear, yet they had beared them with joy and even anticipation.

If that was necessary for sanctity, then Peter Ling was no saint.

"Prisoner Number 24602!" It began again.

Blackness.

Then a dark room.

As usual, there was an interrogator, hidden in the shadows. However, unlike most days, he was not the only Ick in the room- Peter could make out two other soldier, waiting in the wings.

The interrogater asked Peter for answers, and Peter, as always, gave only his name, rank, and serial number. On and on and on this cycle repeated until the interrogator decided that the torture should commence.

The Iesus men picked up their tools: the guard on the left took up his tambourine, the one on the right put his fingers to the piano, and the interrogator strummed a guitar as he sang the wretched words:

Here in this place, new light is streaming,
Now is the darkness vanished away.
See in this space, our fears and our dreaming,
Brought here to you in the light of this day.

Gather us in, the lost and forsaken,
Gather us in, the blind and the lame;
Call to us now, and we shall awaken,
We shall arise at the sound of our name.

We are the young, our lives are a mystery.
We are the old who yearn for your face.
We have been sung throughout all of history,
Called to be light to the whole human race.

Gather us is, the rich and the haughty,
Gather us in, the proud and the strong;
Give us a heart so meek and so lowly,
Give us the courage to enter the song.

Flying Officer Peter Ling screamed in agony.
NOTE: Gather Us In by Marty Haugen. I hope this counts as "parody," as then it will evade copyright. :D

OOC: Matty, do the prisoners go to Mass, and do priests hear their confessions? Just wondering (my nation's Catholic, if you didn't know.)

Also, "Ick" is a derogatory term used by Syskeyians for Iesus Christi government and military personnel, like Allied soldiers called Japanese and Germans "Japs" and "Jerries" respectively dsuring WWII.

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

OOC: Yeah extra missing ambassadors etc is fine:)
and yes, Several priests visit, offer mass and and hear confessions.(The priests are all officers in the armed forces)
and as for magic-replied to the tgram:)
btw I saw the catholic Elf......YAY! Makes us happy...the guards may not even beat him....much..."a pointy ears who loves God...weird"

BTW, what prayer is that she's praying?
Our father, in one of the elvish languages.
OOC: Yeah extra missing ambassadors etc is fine:)
Well, I would, but my ambassadors get suicide pills for this reason :)
btw I saw the catholic Elf......YAY! Makes us happy...the guards may not even beat him....much..."a pointy ears who loves God...weird"
She's female. And if it's meant to be an all male institution, well, I would assume 'all these pointy ears look alike.' 8)

ooc: mhm, Kosh needs some... distractions.

O great Fendar, help me get out of here soon. There is trouble coming; I can feel it. I fear the danger of this cursed place grows. The High Priest must be told what I have learned. I must survive and gain freedom! Assist me, O Great Lord....
Kerib prayed silently. His hearing, enhanced by magic, could detect no danger - but there was a tension in the air that he could feel without using any active power. One could never be to carefull.
O Fendar, Great Lord, help me regain my freedom....

"Each prisoner will take either a shovel or a pike and walk in single file to left corridor, continue heading single file down till you reach your assigned working chamber"
The assignment was creative, litterally expand one of the prison caves using the prisoners as a slave force. To insure security the extreme left cavern was chosen for it only had one slopping entrance, prisoners would cut into the very rock to make room for the new comers while other prisoners would carry the rock to the main cavern where carts would take the rubble to the surface-another advantage of using a former nuclear weapons facility...tunnels ready made for carting heavy loads.

Trooper Sam Halt watched the prisoners hack away at the rock fall, already this cavern had been renamed the ‘hell mouth' as prisoners who appeared not to be ‘keeping up' where removed or summarily beaten or shot on the spot.
Prisoners staggered past Halt and some gave him a strange glance full of spite, Halt smiled back and waved his Machine pistol at them to hurry them along and put out of their minds ideas of futile resistance. As a recently assigned trooper Halt found this more subtle method better than what his brother guards tended to do when they thought they saw the flicker of resistance. Sam had already been shocked at the casual violence of Archangel, it wasnt right...
Sam hummed to himself as he watched row after row of prisoner struggle out loaded down with rock and rubble. What he hummed was a familiar tune to most Iesus citizens, a old war tune from the Amerigo days, a song Sams father had taught him. Without thinking Sams humming turned into soft singing "Swing low, sweet chariot coming for to carry me home...."

Trooper Bray Deron walked past Sam without even paying attention to the 'newbie' or the fact he was softly singing.
Bray looked over the prisoners but with less compassion than Sam, Brays heart wasnt set on doing his duty but carrying out what he considered 'fun'
A prisoner staggered , much to Brays amusment and joy, he now had his target.
Bray withdrew his Baton and advanced on the fallen man.
"Oooh, a weak Prissy-Wissy! I want to love you and hug you and squeeze you and......."

"Oooh, a weak Prissy-Wissy! I want to love you and hug you and squeeze you and......."

OOC: I'm guessing you saw my reply in the "Iesus home of the love" thread? ;)

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

This is dangerous! If I don't work fast enough.... Aid me, O Fendar! Do not let them notice this...
Kerib willed his strength to increase, and swung his pick at the wall. He was stronger than he looked, due to training and magically enhanced endurance, and a surprisingly quick worker. However, he did not work quite as fast as he could have to avoid drawing attention to himself. There was no telling how long he would be stuck here, slaving in this acursed pit.
Still... this might prove usefull, in the end.
He swung again, then carried the chunks of broken stone back towards the entrance.

OOC: Is anyone else going to put his/her character amidst the workers?

OOC: Yeah extra missing ambassadors etc is fine:)

And on that note:

Co-Chair Minister of Homeland Security , John Kelly sat in his wreched prison cell.
I was Minister of Homeland security John thought to himself. no...Mustn't think that way...I'll go mad...here...where?.. a veritiable hell on earth.
He scratched the stubble where his black hair once was, his fingers pausing over the nicks and scars on his scalp. A whistle pierced the air dragging him out of his thoughts. He shambled over to the door of his cell to see what was going on.
There must be some explanation. I must find out what in God's good name is going on...

OOC: RL calls. To be continued.

To:Archangel Prison
From:Ministry of Social order
Due to increased number of arrests in Northern sector and foreign operations, you are ordered to be prepared for the arrival of a further 1000 prisoners. According to records you have ample supply to make this possible. Use prisoners as need be to expand facility if need be.
Yours
Patrick Bateman

Captain Butler read the order..."bugger..prepare orders to expand cavern 4 and 7.....use the prisoners as work crews..."



The two guards were bored, both leant against a corridor wall, one reading ,the other smoking, Sure they should paying more attention to their 'work' but there wasn't a lot to do on these 'floor walk' duty times, at first they had been honoured by being assigned to archangel and had been vigilant during there walks around the caves but now....their 12 month 'tour' couldn't go fast enough and slacking off was the name of the game, stuck underground for 3 weeks at a time, then a week 'topside' of which 4 days of it was mind numbing security with the Legio boys....exciting stuff!
well no one said a troopers life in Iesus Christi was fun...
but it did have its upsides sometimes...
The bigger guard, Bray Deron put down what he had been reading- 'Communism & Capitalism, the two Cs of Satan!' and nudge his brother guard...
"he looks like fun..."
Both guards grinned and Bray whistled at a passing prisoner...
"you there...boy..come here..."
The prisoner Froze and came quickly to attention...the prisoners face became a deadly shade of grey.
"its ok boy...come here...come over here"
The prisoner meekly approached the guards
"what cell are you boy?"
The prisoner replied in a mouse like voice "cell 697 Sir..."
"arhhh you got the new Knootian in with you eh? must be fun...fresh face and all..."
"sir ?"
"you know....Knootness...Knootians...you know what they are like don't you? kinda like that those bitches from Lavenrunz..."
Brays friend nudged him , amused by the prisoners terror
"no sir...what are knootians like..."
"Like this!"
Bray lashed out with his baton across the prisoners face sending him crashing to the ground, brays friend grabbed the fallen prisoner by the ankles and dragged him over over to his comrade....
The prisoner cried out....left to the sadistic delights of two bored guards...

OOC:

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Archangel Prison
Iesus Christi
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From the corner of the room Mat Herben watched the beating of his celmate in horror. His ears had become attentive when he had heard the name 'Knootian'. He had stayed away from the guards as much as he could, knowing that his people weren't exactly well-liked in the Reich.

He muttered a quick prayer and looked away... the guards might not notice him.

I've got to get a message out, he thought.

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The Hague, Dutch Democratic Republic of Knootoss
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"It's strange though... he usually doesn't stay away that long. Even when he's visiting churches. And he always calls.", Robbert Gero commented.

The civil servant put down his plate and sat down at his usual table in the lavishly decorated lunchroom in the ministry of Foreign Affairs. Before he started spooning up his usual onion-tomato soup he gave a nod to his friend and collegue.

Internal finance director Jaap Maas nodded back and took a bite of his sandwich. Having barely chewed away his first bite he began to speculate: "maybe he is doing meditation, religious abstinence or such a thing. Do Christians do that? Wasn't that Islam or something?"

Robbert sighed and began to explain. He pretended it to be a burden, but he really loved to explain the outside world. And Jaap was a good listener, and probably one of the few people working in the Foreign Affairs ministry who had never actually left the country.

"No, well Robbert, those things do not come unexpected. And you are confusing religions again. Irrational as it all may seem billions of individuals believe it: if you ever want to get out of that job of yours and see something of the world you should study it."

Jaap laughed sheepishly. "I'm happy with my numbers really. And I have the former ambassador to Syskeyia to teach me all about religion. Why leave?".

"Well. True", he returned the smile. "And promoted to Reich affairs. And me thinking I'd get away from the Christian fundamentalism." Gero spooned away moro of his soup, and frowned. "Well, I am really worried though. And usually he does call. And even though he has lived there for decades it's still the Reich we're talking about..."

I'll send a polite note to the Iesus government, he reminded himself.

OOC:
A polite request has been sent to the Iesus government as to the whereabouts of Ambassador Herben. This RP isn't about the diplomatic exchange I believe... so I'll just let that muddle on. I am curious what the reply would be though. :)

Bray cracked his machine pistol over the prisoners shoulders, sending the prisoner falling to his knees.
"That's a good prisoner...down where you should be...now...you're in Iesus Christi .."
Trooper Bray unzipped his fly with his free hand, releasing himself and exposing his limp penis to the prisoner "Uhuh...time to teach you how to pray...just like you're saying the rosary little man..."Bray trained his machine pistol on the kneeling man "Hail Mary baby..."
Just as Bray prepared for some oral delight his ‘moment' was ruined as he felt something crashing into his back , sending him too crashing to the floor. Bray tried to turn and bring his gun about on this attacker but another blow drove this thought from his mind, Bray felt his gun being ripped from his fingers, and as he looked up he saw his attacker standing over him....
Trooper Sam Halt had watched his colleague drag the prisoner into the side tunnel, he'd watched him administer a beating and said nothing, but now.....this was beyond his tolerance, homosexual rape and blasphemy!
Halt now stood over Bray, his machine pistol pointed down at the prone would-be rapist.
"What the hell are you doing trooper! I was just.." Bray stopped himself seeing the anger in Halts eyes, that burning hatred so common in Iesus citizens when they come across ‘sinful' activity. Bray a man far more educated than the average trooper knew he had to take things gently here...Iesus troopers weren't known for their brains, and he could find himself filled with holes by this do gooder soldier of Christ...
"I mean....I.. Was just teaching him a lesson! Forgive me brother! I meant nothing by it..."
Bray noted that the troopers finger was twitching on the trigger
"trooper comrade! You were going to carry out a homosexual act! You defiled the name of our Mother Mary!"
Bray saw his opening...."yes comrade! Pray God forgive me! In her holy name and the name of the risen Christ I meant nothing by this..." Bray waved at the prisoner "you..get the hell out of here..and Comrade trooper...maybe you would pray a decade of the rosary with me...help me return to the Marist way...please?"
Trooper Halt nodded, and Bray knew all would be well, sure he'd have to rattle of some hail Marys but a small price to pay not to be killed, he'd have to watch this new guy...

OOC:and like we'll reply to any knootian questions! Ambassador? What ambassador! :-D

Interesting... thought Kerib. That one is a fanatic; he actually cares about morals! He swung his pick again and gathered the rubble. Fanatics can be manipulated.
Nobody knew that better than the Priests of Tobal.

-double post-

IC:
Herben continued on his own business untill the two guards had left. Now is the time, he thought. His compassion drove him to help the prisoner. He ran over to the man, who was still lying on the ground looking a bit dizzy.
“Hey, how are you?", he said with a soft, soothing voice, bending over to the prisoner. He smiled...

OOC: *Knootian diplomats now insists on information about the ambassador, with veiled threats about glass parking lots and such*

Amerigo is a land of contrast!

to BUMP or not to BUMP...

Kerib carried away more shards of stone, returned, and swung his pick at the wall again.

The prisoner looked hurt and confused..not that this is a surprise to anyone.
now being Advent, the speaker system sounded a cross between Christmas carols,Christmas based speechs and the usual 'thought equals death' messages.


OOC:The Iesus reply to the knootian government is vague, and a serious looking diplomat on a vidcam tells the knootians that he doesnt want to buy any glass parking lots thank you very much.

(OOC: I won't be able to post for a while...)

OOC: Not that that mattered.... I'm back now.

...

Kaldrog worked steadily, seeming to ignore the other prisoners.
Appearances can be deceptive....

A long time later

It had been months, if not years, that Ambassador Herben had been in this jail. Just my rotten luck, he muttered as he walked back and forth pointlessly during a break.

He turned his mind to God, perhaps he would bring relief...