NationStates Jolt Archive

---3 hours ago---

Grimzag had been kidnapped, beaten and taken out of the capital of Dregruk, Ghastopol, and into the nearby wilderness by a group of revolutionaries, known as the Holtists. While being taken to the rebel's hideout (Where they intended to make demands), a group of soldiers had stepped out of the lush forest and gunned down the rebels. Grimzag was now their prize.

---Present time---

Grimzag came back from unconsciousness with a steady growl. What was happening? Where was he? Who were these people that were dragging him along?

The soldiers were geared up in khaki outfits, with a strange symbol emblazoned on their shoulders. Grimzag tried to get himself ready to tear them apart, when he realised he couldn't make his muscles tense up. They felt weak, floppy and responseless.

"Ah, the prodigal son has returned..." Said a voice from in front of Grimzag, but the lighting in the room was so dark and Grimzag was so groggy that it could've been from anywhere.

OOC: Send characters. This is a character RP, and the Dregruk authorities have begun a search from Grimzag. Please don't apply if you're an elvish player.

(My apologies, but as of late I have become very much involved in other rps. To get involved without my full commitment to it would not be fair on you and other players who will participate. Thank you for the telegram, I will keep a watch on how this progresses. If some of the other threads which I am in finish, I shall enter in as soon as I can. Good luck, and hope you do well! Ask any questions if you want to, via telegram. I am always willing to help if you want.)

OOC: No problem... and I can't be arsed to bump this 20,000 times, so I'll just keep going till someone joins in.

IC:

"Who... the Hell are you?" Mumbled Grimzag as he felt his senses slowly get back to their normal level.

"Tsk tsk... not remembering your mentor... but still, it can't be helped."
"Mentor?"
"Or... creator, if you will."

"WHAT?!" Roared Grimzag. He felt a sharp shock against the back of his head.

He heard the words, "We'll continue this little reunion, after you've had a nap." Before he passed out.

OOC:Roughly what time-period is this? I'm assuming its pretty early-before his framing(s)?

And I'll try and join in soon. No guarantees.

OOC: Nah, we'll just assume that he maved to prove his innocence. This is present day.

Outskirts of the Holtist Base Camp - Dregruk

Hammond panned the binoculars slowly across the rebel camp, savouring the last few moments of relative peace and quiet and feeling the solid reliability earth not soaked in blood and random organs. After spending two years working with the Dregruk Elites he had learned to enjoy the times of tranquility, when the air wasn't filled with gunfire and flying lead. He had also learned to turn off his shoulder cam whenever an attack was immenent. The Elites were infamous for random brutality on the field of combat, and also for concentrated brutality on anyone who tried to gather evidence to prove their brutality.

His radio crackled as HQ made contact, "Thats it. Intelligence says Grimzag is in there somewhere."

He unclipped his radion from his belt to speak into it, "With all due respect sir, intelligence ain't got a friggin' clue."

"Why do you say that?"

"'Cause the base is still standing sir. And the Elites aren't frothing at the mouth."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"The Elites go beserk near Grimzag, the proximity affects them somehow."

"Continue observations. We'll talk to the Dregruk commander. Over and out."

Hammond resumed scanning the base. As he watched two Holtist guards wander out of sight of the main compound, a little patch of jungle detatched itself from the foliage behind them and rammed a machete into each rebel throat. Hammond grimaced. The Elites were moving in.

Grimzag woke in a cold, dark cell. His brain felt 2 sizes too big for his skull. He moaned in agony, before he rolled off his mattress.

Outside the door, he heard a guard talk into a radio.

"Affirmative, sir. Subject is concious. Proceed with interrogation?" There were a few seconds silence, followed by a crackled reply that Grimzag couldn't make out. The guard was looking right at him when he said, "Roger that, subject is en route."

Grimza tried to tense up his muscles to bring down the guard as soon as he entered the cell, but once again he had no control over them.

He watched as the guard took out a hypodermic syringe and checked it was full. Grimzag made a mental note as the needle broke through the fabric of the shirt and then the skin: The man wasn't a pro. He hadn't bothered to remove the shirt before administering the jag.

There was a chink in the armour.

OOC: As is my new custom, I will just keep going till someone joins in.

IC:

Grimzag felt as the drug began to drain his willpower. He felt the cold floor scraping along his legs as he was dragged bodily into another room.

He was forced into a chair where he gurgled a few times, trying desperately to focus on one object.

''Well, well. Here we all are again, Mr. Deathjaw. The place it all started.''