NationStates Jolt Archive

The most populated planet in the universe is also the most unstable. Constant political clashes, economic trends that no one could comprehend fully and a constant state of warfare.

We are going to look at a most unique way to end a most unique of wars.

European Continent
Czekloslovokian Region
Crimmond Imperial Totality

The war had lasted a year and a half so far after two decades of peace. It started with an RPG and a news crew in the wrong place at the wrong time. It had progressed to Mech deployments and then nuclear attack and finally to ortillery at the peak. Now the ground troops were fighting in every city and town in Southern Crimmond, it seemed.

The Czek Faction on one side, the Slovokian Faction on the other and the Imperial Assault Marines in the middle. Each side fought two fronts. Each side had hundreds die a day.

Each side was running low on fodder for the flames of war...

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Lord Reil Tian stared at the camera in front of him, waiting for the light to come on. He was a tall man, with stark white hair that always looked unkempt that hid his pointed ears and peircing ice blue eyes. The first half elf to rule the Empire was also the first ruler since the first emperor to have a civil war.

Reil was not amused. The light went on. "Imperial citizens and soldiers. Faction fighters. I have come before you to end this war. It has cost all sides far too much. It will end in four days.

"I know that many of the Faction fighters speak poor english. I will issue this chalenge in a language we all know... Ich setzte hervor diese Herausforderung unter den Überlieferungen des ersten Lineals. Darunter zitiere ich die fünfte Ordnung des Kriegs. Ich fordere jede Seite dazu heraus... Todesmatch." (OOC: I put out this challenge under the traditions of the first ruler. Under it I quote the fifth order of the war. I challenge every side to... Deathmatch)

He smiles.

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Fighting slowed across the warzone. Soon it stopped altogether. Within the hour the Factions agreed. Deathmatch would begin in three days.

Three men would enter a titanium cage approximatly 220 yards long and 130 yards wide(the size of four NFL football fields, counting endzones, placed to make an extrely large rectangle). The cage is bult among rubble so there is plenty of cover. Various weapons from axes to chainsaws to gernades are spread about the area. Also there is one sniper rifle in the cage. The only thing is, it only has one bullet.

The first match would be all three inside. When one is killed, the match is stopped. The next day the other two reenter and the final match continues until only one fighter is still alive, be that hours or days.

The victorious side gets control of the warzone.

Two deaths would end the war.

Three Days Later:

The three combatants met outside the arena and introduced. Tallc, a tall, extremely strong Marine from the Empire. Victor, a short and fat demolitions expert from the Czek Faction. Saleea, a small woman in special forces from the Slovokian Faction.

They were released in seperate areas of the arena and it was sealed. It took four hours before the first round ended.

Saleea had been stalking Tallc for an hour, moving closer. Tallc had been going after Victor. As Tallc rounded the corner and took chase after Victor, who was unlucky enought to be crossing the road at that time, a double explosion to his side made him stumble and look back. Victor was gone, knowing what it was already.

Victor had rigged several sets of gernades with tripwires. Saleea had the unlucky chance to trigger one. There was barely enough left of her to identify.

The airhorns sounded loudly, signalling that the match was over. Victor sighed in relief, Tallc in frustration.

The next day:

Tallc landed hard. The explosion had nearly killed him. Damn that Czek! he thinks, rolling to a stop, then running. The explosion had barely missed him, but had also given his location away to Victor.

Victor on the otherhand was running as well. He had spotted the sniper rifle... Now he only need to wait for Tallc to come to him.

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Three hours later:

Victor saw Tallc moving towards him. It was a slow, methodical pace. He had avoided three more traps since that first one. Victor raised the rifle and took aim. He squeezed the trigger and the gun bucked. Tallc fell.

Victor leaped down and ran towards Tallc, intending to stand triumphent over his dead body. When he rounded the corner though, Tallc was gone. Victor looked around franticly. He must have hit Tallc in the arm...

But where in the hell did he go? Victor ran. Ran towards the sparse rubble to his left. He couldn't hide there... If he stayed, Tallc would have to come to him.

OOC: Yes, I know maby of you want to get on me right now for spelling Czech Cezk. But that is how it is spelled in my nation by the Czech. So, tough.

OOC: This is the part where I pause the story and take comments and questions....

OOC: Quite interesting. I enjoyed the first post quite a bit, but the other two seemed a bit .... anti-climactic to me. Perhaps more of what an individual is thinking and planning in terms of internal dialogue? After all, the control of the battlefield goes to the victor, yes? That would cause quite a bit of thought in an individual I would assume. It just seemed to happen a bit too fast. Not much sense of time passing at all.

OOC: Quite interesting. I enjoyed the first post quite a bit, but the other two seemed a bit .... anti-climactic to me. Perhaps more of what an individual is thinking and planning in terms of internal dialogue? After all, the control of the battlefield goes to the victor, yes? That would cause quite a bit of thought in an individual I would assume. It just seemed to happen a bit too fast. Not much sense of time passing at all.OOC: No. Well, yes, but not quite what you are thinking. It's simply find the other warrior and kill him. It's just in a huge cage and with lots of rubble and nasty things strewn about. The side that wins, wins the war. And would you really want to read about Victor and Tallc wandering around for hours finding nothing but rubble? I admit the second post is quite possibly the worst story post I've ever done. The third is mediocre.

The reason? I'm tired as hell.

The reason? I'm tired as hell.

OOC: Noted, and understandable. I can see how writing about rubble can be dull, but it could make for a rich psychological tale. Every sound making the warrior's hearts skip a beat etc.

Victor looked around and sighed. This was not going anywhere near as well as he hoped.

He was in a hanger, on of the larger structures in the arena, looking for any ranged weapons or explosives. Finding only a stick of unstable dynamite and lots of rocks he sighs.

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Tallc moved quickly through a building on the other side of the arena. The bullet had knicked the side of his head. He was lucky to be alive and knew it. Now the rifle was gone, it was close range fighting. Just the kind he liked....

Tallc stopped and entered an abandoned convienence store. There was electrity still running to it and it's refrigeration units still worked. Walking out with a case of beer a case of bottled water and some cigarettes, he grinned. He was the most upstanding and clean cut man in his unit, never indulging in excess, walking out with beer and cigarettes... he was up to something.

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Victor sighed as night fell. It was darker than any night he had ever seen in a city. A few stores and streetlights worked, but it was darker in most areas, illuminated by a half moon and the stars.

Perfect lighting for a miniture war.

Dawn Day 3:

Tallc cut the cigarettes in half and lit them, leaving them behind to mark a fresh trial for Victor to follow. Occasionally, he'd dump a beer can out and leave it as well. He actually drank the water, tossing them aside as well, but only when empty.

The trail led to a small building, a tape of one of his buddies snoring on a repeat loop inside while Tallc waited nearby.

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Victor followed the trail to the building, opening the door and tossing in the lit dynamite, then running like hell.

The explosion was not huge, but it was more than enough to destroy the shack.

Then he saw his mistake as Tallc leaped down on him. He had fallen for the obvious.

Tallc rolled over Victor and landed garefully, more or less, while Victor went down hard. "How are you doin' buddy?"

Victor got to his feet and grabbed a broom stick and swung it at Tallc, catching the marine across the face. He pales when Tallc doesn't fall, despite a busted nose.

In fact, he had only succeded in making Tallc mad as hell. He grabbed the smaller man and held him by the neck. Victor would die from the grip in a few minutes. Plenty of time to make him suffer. Tallc ripped Victor's right arm out of it's socket, then pulled again and ripped it off his body. He does the same thing to a more dear part of Victor's anatomy, then snaps his neck and walks away.

He barely heard the airhorns signalling that the match was over.

The Empire had won.

bump

The city of Skye
Capital of the Imperial Capital Province of Crimmond
Seat of power for the Crimmond Imperial Totality

Lord Reil Tian stepped out onto his balcony and looked over the city as the sun was setting. Spotlights shown into the sky already, aerofighters flew overhead, in an imprompu airshow and a few fireworks were set off.

There were clebrations going on all over the city. After a year and a half of constant war it was over.

Larea dinAthos, Head of Interspecies Relations, stepped out beside him. "You ended a bloody conflict almost bloodlessly. You should be proud."

Reil turned and smiled at her. "I can't be. It was your idea. Thank you."

Larea stepped up and kissed him. "Come on. We have a reception to go to. We'll talk about how much thanks you have later..."

Reil grinned and followed her out. Today was a good day getting better all the time. He passed the incomplete mural he had painted earlier in the year. It recorded the history of the world in a vast display of gaudy colors. He would add to it soon.