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The man screamed in agony as pain racked up his spine. He looked downwards, and screamed again. The machine slowly began to dip him back into the pool of acid. Within 5 minutes, he was little more than bones. And soon, not even the bones were there any more.

The door opened. "My lord minister, we weren't expecting an inspection yet." A voice could be heard.

"I wish to ensure that the Shadow Angels are doing as good a job as the Inquisition in punishing criminals." Ivan said, simply. A patronizing sneer came over his face. "Her Imperial Highness is considering restoring the Shadow Angels to their previous status as Geheim Staatspolizei. I aim to prove that as an independent organisation, your work is much improved."

"Of course..." The officer lead the Minister inwards. "As you know, we deal primarily with traitors. This is one of our favorite punishments." He gestured at a chair. "Would you like a demonstration?"

Ivan nodded, thoughtfully. The officer bowed, and snapped his fingers. A prisoner was brought out by two more Shadow Angels. "This man had painted a demeaning portrait of the Princess."

"Yes..."

The man was sat on a chair. He stared, concerned. Then the machine activated. Dozens of sharp knives shot out of the chair, turning it into a murder device in less than 4 seconds. Blood dripped onto the floor as the man fell forward, dead before he could scream.

"Moving on, Minister..." The police officer gestured to a cell. "People we put in there are kept in complete darkness for 20 days. After that time is up, we release several rather hungry rats. It's empty now, my lord, sorry."

Ivan nodded his understanding. "What other punishment do you have time to show me?"

The officer winced, and gestured down the hall. The two of them walked onwards, occasionally stepping in pools of blood and hearing demonic screams of pain. "It's... a little device we set up for rapists..." the man whispered, the idea painful.

Ivan stopped, looking at the machine. Huge numbers of pincers and claws, corkscrew shaped devices and... "Why is there a cloning vat there?"

The man winced again. "Um... well... the thing is, this machine was designed for one purpose. Ensuring that rapists can't ever offend again."

"I see... don't tell me how it works, I can get an idea of that. What does it do, though?"

"It..." the man gulped. "It removes, completely, all primary and secondary sexual characteristics of whoeever we put in there. The... reoffending rate is remarkably low. The clone vat is to set up and add new skin... to cover any... um... unpleasant holes that the proceedure causes."

"How many people survive the procedure?"

"Um... on average?"

"Why not."

"Approximately 0.00001%."

"Good. Keep that up." Ivan said, magnaminously. "I'm sure that you don't need to use it that often."

"No, sir." The men walked back up the hall. All of a sudden, there was loud screaming. A prisoner was running towards them, a knife in his hands.

"I'll never go back.... you'd have to kill me first!" He charged for the Minister.

Ivan calmly pulled a gun out of his pocket, sighted, and shot the man in the arm. Electricity crackled along the man, and he exploded in a burst of blood and gore. Ivan coughed. "Put whoever let that man escape and grab a weapon through one of the devices."

"Yes, sir."

The Minister for Internal Affairs must be many things. Forgiving isn't one of them. As he walked back up the stairs into the light, he turned, regarding the nearest torture device as it put its occupant through his punishment. The machine's clawed hand punched through the man's body, and started to pull his intestines out. "Carry on, men. Carry on."


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Minister for Internal Affairs, Lord Baron Ivan Merkenoff
Into the night and fog with them.

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Comments, anyone?

<<OOC: Not very nice...>>

OOC: Reminds me a lot of what the Inquisition does, except they don't kill the prisoners until they get a Confession then, well... :twisted:

(this rivals the halls of the dead...)

OOC: Except the Halls of the Dead had IC responses.

I don't.

People have finally learned their lesson!

Now... what foul evil can I commit that would get people crying?

OOC: Except the Halls of the Dead had IC responses.

I don't.

People have finally learned their lesson!

Now... what foul evil can I commit that would get people crying?

Kill the Pope!
Kill Brad Pitt!
Kill Jenifer Lopez!

(This will make the whole world cry)

Ivan sighed, rolling back his shoulders as he left the Shadow Angel HQ. The light temporarily blinded him. Flipping some sunglasses down, he strode off. Only to be startled by a voice coming from his area. "Minister, over here!"

"Over where?"

"Here!"

Rolling his eyes, Ivan suddenly leant forward, and into a bush. His hand tightened on something, and he dragged a hiding man out into the air. "What's a spook like you doing out in the daylight?" He asked, shaking the RIAS man.

"X... sent me to find you... said that he had heard of some..." the man coughed. "Could you stop shaking me?"

Ivan put the man down . "Right. What was it?"

"X wants to see you."

"X? Why would he want me? He's head of the RIAS, and the other spook services. I have a much more important job."

"Oh, yes... spying and controlling our own people... please don't hurt me."

Ivan picked the man up by the neck, and threw him into the bush. "Tell X I'll see him tonight."

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Minister for Internal Affairs, Lord Baron Ivan Merkenoff
Into the night and fog with them.

OOC:Ah now this is art in the form of text. I love a good disturbing read and this is just amazing. Nice work

X shifted through the documents, angrily. "They dare to think that they can protest in Tarnaqin Square?" He asked rhetorically. "I'm surprised that it was I who found out first, though. What is that imbecile Ivan doing?"

Throwing the papers aside, he sighed. "Well, it's his problem. Unless he's going to pass it off to Michael?"

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Assassination should be left only to profesionals.

Tag...

tag

OOC: Meh, it's all about the anticipation ;)

The halls of the RIAS are not generally noisy. People who, in the course of duty, are required to remain absolutely silent, do not generally make much noise at all.

Today, however, the sound of an angry Russian storming through the upper halls resounded. "Who does he think he is? Telling me my own business." He slammed his fist into a wall. There was a crumbling sound as the masonry buckled. Grabbing his customary coat and beret, he walked out. "I'll show him..." pulling out a mobile phone, he contacted his commisioners. "Get every man ready to take action. I'll explain later."

As he walked out, a homeless man stumbled into his path. Ivan stopped, and punched out. The man fell to the ground softly. "I'll show them all."

Lightning flashed as the Shadow Angels moved into position. A gentle rain fell, hitting the parched sands and hard pavement beneath their feet, landing softly on their black armor. One of them went to the front door, and knocked. "Open in the name of the Princess!"

The door cracked open a fraction. A child looked out. That was all the officer needed, and he stuck his hand out, forcing the door open. "Get your father."

The little boy nodded in fright as more of the menacing figures appeared. "Daddy..."

A man walked down the stairs, dressed in a business suit. "What is the meaning of this..."

Two of the guards pointed their weapons at him. "A bit late to be dressed up, isn't it? It's just as well. The Lord Baron wishes to see you."

"And if I refuse?"

The sargeant snapped his fingers. Two men levelled their weapons, and shot directly at the child. Bullets cut through him easily, and he fell to the ground with a whimper. Blood spattered onto the ground. "We'll do that to you, everyone else you care about, and your neighbors. It's no better than a traitor like you deserves."

The man just stared. Then he turned, running for the back door, and right into the arms of an officer. "The Baron will see you."

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Minister for Internal Affairs, Lord Baron Ivan Merkenoff
Into the night and fog with them.

Tag, and space reserved for the typical foot-in-mouth comment :wink:

Except.....I don't see anything that I could possible comment on.....I approve of everything that's been done so far.... :? Damn.... :P

OOC: Agreed. Assington approves of these methods in many situations, I can't do much but hang around and agree.

OOC: Killed the child. Very interesting - Xerxes Xavier is definitley not bored.

Khallaca III - killing Brad Pitt is not the answer, continue with the other 2 though.

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<Please feel free to leave any comments you desire>

The story makes me go... zzzzzzzzzzzzz

OOC: Well, I'm not committing a crime in Roania...seeing what they do to people who paint bad pictures of the Princess is enough for me...

...though I wouldn't approve of this kind of punishment, though it's interesting to read.

The man screamed as the machine ran its sharp prongs along his skin, ripping it up and revealing the taught muscles beneath, before scarring them. The Shadow Angel Commissar shook his head. "I am your friend. I can stop the pain. You know what I want to know. Tell me, and we'll let you go."

The man shook. "No... names..."

"Come now, you must know at least two..."

The man opened his mouth. Blood spat out from him before he spoke again. "No... names..."

"Very well..." The machine tightened in, starting to rip through the tissue as well. "I'll keep this up until you tell me what it is I wish to know."

I ask, though, if you kill the people, how do you get the information out then?

Ivan grimaced. "He said nothing?"

"Yes, Lord Minister." The Commisar replied, frankly. "He kept his secret to his death. I'm afraid that while he knew of the men we want, he remained loyal."

"Damn it." The Russian slammed his fist into the table. "Damn it! All right, we'll try something else. We know the riot will occur. Contact Field Marshal Derzni, and we'll work out how to deal with it. I have one more idea to think of."

"Yes sir."

"Oh, and... kill everyone in the traitor's family, and all his business partners until one of them comes clean."

"Yes sir."

As the two of them walked out, something crumbled behind them. A skull fell down to the ground. All that remained of a once plump face were two horrorstruck eyes...

I see...that answers my question.

Tag, to continue to read....I like what you're doing :)

The doors of the Communist Party HQ were violently slammed aside as Minister Ivan walked in to the party he had been a member of since his political career began. He regretted what he was about to have to do. But, order must be protected, no matter the cost. "Men, spread out, and find the Chief of the Politburo."

"There's no need for that, Comrade Ivan." A man said, walking from a nearby door. "I am always ready to speak to you, Tovarisch."

Ivan sighed, and reached out, giving the man a bear hug. "I have... regrettable news, Tovarisch."

"Yes?" The man asked, returning the hug and stepping back to face his comrade.

"I have been... required by circumstances to put an end to your... planned demonstration on May 1st."

The COP looked confused. "Why would you put down our standard parade? The Prince always supported them, and I was under the impression that the Prime Minister and Princess would too." He shook his head. "We have no violent demonstration against Her Highness's Government."

Merkenoff stared in shock. "If it isn't the CPR who the warning was about, then who?"

"I regret to say that I do not know. Surely, it could be those Trotskites of the RSA?"

Ivan nodded. The CPR was a Stalinist party, and would be unwilling to risk its position in a massive revolution. Especially since the government and economy of Roania were heavily centralized to begin with. The Roanian Socialist Alliance, on the other hand... still, it was too little evidence to justify raiding their HQ and dispatching their leaders to the tender mercies of the Polizei and Shadow Angels. "Tovarisch, be very careful on May 1st. I am afraid that there will be a sea of blood."

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Minister for Internal Affairs, Lord Baron Ivan Merkenoff
Into the night and fog with them.

The man squealed as his blood was drained from him by the fiendish machine. He thrashed, and twisted, and turned. "Stop!" He cried out. "I'll tell you..."

They ran forward. What they heard made them drop their guns to the ground and run to find a Commisar.

Not neglecting, of course, to reactivate the device. The man screamed as his innards were soon sliced apart, slowly enough to be excruciating, yet fast enough for him to last at least until his heart was quartered, and ripped from his chest in an explosion of organs.

OOC: I'll very interested to know where to such a machine. Display purposes only of course :roll:...yeah display...

The Commissar nodded. "Interesting... a seperatist organisation? What do they want?"

"Independence for Eastern Altara." The officer said, saluting his superior.

"Very nice. Write up a full report, and send it to the Minister. Meanwhile, we have three days to prepare for the protest. Get the cells ready, and liason with the military."

tag. . .good stuff. IS this just going to be a story or is it going to turn into an RP at some point?

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"This is Kathryn Porters from CNN Roania, in front of what appears to be a massive demonstration in Tarnaqin Square, Stronghold of Roan. The crowd appears to be from Eastern Roania, and are demanding autonomy." The woman's head appeared on the screen. Behind her were several hundred people waving placards. "The Prime Minister has repeatedly refused to grant any special privileges to minority groups, and the Princess has not made a comment."

There was an ominous sound. The camera swooped up, revealing Polizei riot brigades. Alongside the green uniformed officers were several more menacing figures in grey trenchcoats.

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"And... it appears that the polizei have begun to move in... It looks like they're going to try to break the demonstration up peacefully..."

One of the polizei began to speak into a megaphone. "I order you all to return to your homes immediately. Your requests have been noted by the government, and will be taken into consideration. Do not attempt to resist. Begin calmly moving out of the square."

The woman turned back to the camera. "And, it appears that... wait..."

Several of the youths of the crowd threw a flaming molotov cocktail at the captain. "We will stay!"

Several polizei began to move towards the front. "You will go!"

"Never!"

"Very well." The captain sighed, and blew into a whistle. A menacing sound could be heard.

Tanks began to roll into the crowd, followed by armed soldiers.

"Um... this is CNN Headline news, bringing you what appears to be the Roanian Government putting down a hostile force within... um... continued reports every five minutes, here's Kirstin back at the World Affairs desk..."

The camera blinked out.

((<This is a worldwide transmission, and I will post the rest of the contact later.>))

King Mark Marshall watched, somewhat surprised at the news unfolding upon his television. The nation of Roania was violently responding to a riot that had broken out in the streets of the capital. Tanks were seen to begin to roll in, causing Mark to stand in surprise.

"Dear God..."

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"I... I can't describe what's happening... It's like a war down here, Kirstin!" The reporter shouted over gunfire and explosions. "Um... several tanks have begun to move into the crowd, and are opening fire at random against... Oh my god..."

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"Military tanks... are... oh..." there is a squelching sound. "I don't believe this..."

More of the grey cloaked figures began to pour into the riot zone, opening fire with weapons that shot deadly coruscating electricity. Ordinary Polizei also started firing tear gas, and sonic weapons, in the hopes of capturing opponents.

To do credit, the rioters managed to bring down a tank, before they started to be herded into the centre of the square. Soon, the conscious survivors were surrounded by hundreds of military and security forces.

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Princess Malissa stared in amazement. "What... what's going on?"

"My men were attacked, and retaliated, your highness." Ivan said, kneeling.

Mark sat down again as he continued to watch the news behind the female reporter. People were getting killed. A tank was destroyed...lives were being lost...

"What has this world come to??" he asked to no one in particular.

"Surrender, and your lives will be spared!" The captain shouted to the surrounded rioters.

"We will never surrender!" A man shouted, throwing a rock at a polizei officer, and bloodying the man's forehead.

"Very well. Gentlemen... fire at will." The captain stepped back.

The reporter blinked. "Wait... what did he... oh my..."

Huge swathes of bullets began to shoot towards the protestors. Blood spattered the ground, spent shells dropped to the ground, men fell dead, bullets ripping through vital organs. Where one-hundred men stood, soon there were ten. Then on. Then none.

The reporter spoke. "And... we have.... I... back to you, Kirstin."

((IC posts, anyone?)) :(

((I go to all this effort, and not only does anyone make a frikkin connection, but no one responds))

"I'm just wondering what Alysanndra thinks about this heinous acts, or the Princess Malissa, for that matter. I'll inform Kithail, he's there in Roania right now, as far as I know", said the Princess Aliria after reading the intelligence report, picking up the comlink directed at the ShadowPrince's line.

I will ask again, do you want to turn this into an RP, cause then I will start to make IC posts.

OOC: Fine. It's now an RP.

Sparaodic intelligence reports had been filtering into the office of First Among Equals Aleczander J. Hamion for several weeks now. Torture, beatings, cruel and unusual punishments. It was all there. Everything the civilized world stood for (in Hamion's mind anyway) was being destroyed here. Hamion read the newest report with weary eyes. A tank, running down a civilian in the middle of the road. Military, gunning down peaceful protestors in the middle of the street. It was all wrong, all wrong.

Hamion called up his press secretary. "I want you to call a press meeting, we will issue a statment condemning the actions of these so called "Shadow Angels" and the government representing them, Roania. Until they can adequtley prove that these injustices have stopped, we will levy economic sanctions against them. If the slaughter of innocents continues, we may need to bring military force to bear." I also want a private meeting of the cheifs of staff and my advisory board. We are going to discuss these actions in Roania. Then we will send a direct communique to the Princess Malissa, I want her to tell me what's going on in this."

A short while afterwords, an official press release was released across the world news net, declaring full economic sanctions against Roania until the situation could be remedied. At the same time, a meeting was taking place within the Strategy room of the People's electorate house.