NationStates Jolt Archive

The Great Arms of Men arise. Metal, eerie structures, protruding from the great Earth, already ravaged by years of its own disasterous nature, now full of gashes laid down by the arms of millions upon millions of men. Great walls rise, alongside great structures of commerce, law and order, of general well being, yet all synthetic next to the Great Trees so cherished in former years. Great Wars ravage the land, lead, stone, and blood fall where they should not, just another stain on the Great Earth. So has the cycle been from the existance of man, millions of years ago, and so the cycle would continue, unabated, even through protest of the intellegent, wise, and careful men of the age. All ignorant souls ignore their plea for this madness to end. Of course, this so called Madness was called rationality by leaders, and common-folk alike, as they saw it as survival rather than abomination. Until the day of the First Great War, declerations of such events were celebrated. Since, War has become a cold, professional event, mourned especially by the families of men, men whom lives are extinguished now by lead and powder flying throughout the field of battle.

Even on a day such as June 10th, 2234, where a slight breeze, alongside a beautiful sunrise, piercing all dark corners, a dark event would dare rise its loathesome, disgusting, head. As Alexei Vorunsoff Alexander Allyeva IV slowly rose from bead, donning soft, light blue bunny slippers, he had no notion of what would ruin his day, nay, his life, later that pristene morning. As he called for a cup of tea with a bit of sugar, he turned on the holo-screen and prepared to be bombarded with messages of destruction and death pouring from the mouths of reporters worldwide. This he was comfortable with, and watched, without much reaction, the news from the past night be blabbed by dozens of voices all over the news networks. A few robberies, a new statesman being instated, another civil war brewing, nothing of importance to him.

Slowly slurping up his cup of tea, his one comfort in the early morning, next to seeing his beautiful wife lying on the silk bedding beside him well rested from the previous day, he began to contomplate all the annoying issues he would be dealing with that day. He silently bet himself one or two more of those hippies from the south would be begging for cars to be banned and everyone take a bycicle as transport. He didn't enjoy talking to such inbred idiots, and usually just turned them down before they got one dopey word out of their unbrushed mouths.

Today, however, just two blocks from his home, a small group of only 12 young men and women, all wearing the Slanted Cross of the rebels in the nation, were plotting the end of Alexei's comfortable life, to gain their own priveleges and prestige. They were armed to the teeth and ready to accomplish anything to get rid of the so-called malicious dictator. He would fall like a 20 ton tree after it has been cut down, they joked, nervously hoping that all would go according to plan.

Now, Alexei donned his formal suit, black with a dark blue tie and scarlet colored hankerchief in the pen pocket. Given his plan-book, and a small notepad, he prepared to go to several delegations and start up some negotiations with a country complaining of how badly they had been treated by The Holy Saints Government, and hoped they would give up their petty claims and accusations quickly so he could have an early lunch. He kissed his wife a silent goodbye, and hugged his wide awake daughter wishing her luck on her exams that day. He walked briskly out the door and stepped into the statuesque, smooth, black Mercedes which was his official transport every day. Even with all its armor plating, bulletproof glass and the like, it would have a hard time against what the group of rebels had in store for it. As the car pulled out of the driveway and into the almost deserted avenue, as it was only 5:30 in the morning, it sped towards the light two blocks away, giving a satisfying response when the driver used its controls.

Now, as the car began rolling slowly towards the light, the driver pushed the pedal hard to the floor, seeing 3 men armed with anti tank weaponry running from behind the corners and a building directly beside the car. One fired, making a rather large crater directly behind the car and sending its rear wheels into the sky, having them thump down to earth seconds later, now only a piece in one large hunk of rolling, flaming, reckage - The Civil War, the worst kind of war, pitting brother against brother, father against son, had begun, threatening to ravage the already gashed world farther.

OOC: BUMP. I know im really rusty, and i never really was that good :oops: but at least give feedback. I want to know if i can write!

((Its good. Poetic and such. But... another civil war?))

((Its good. Poetic and such. But... another civil war?))

ooc: .... yes, i realize that ive had about 10 failed attempts to have a civil war in the past, only 1 succesful one. However, this one is being scripted off a civil war im having on my regional boards, sorta hinged together. Now then, its a good way to kick off summer rping for me, no?

Well... just do what you think is fun *grin*

and now i have railguns in major cities :wink:

*accross every city with a central holo-projector in the nation, a message flashes accross the screen, a mere 3 hours, 8:30 AM, after the presidents death. The message is by the HSGNO(Holy Saints Government News Organization) and it is the decided bearer of bad news.*

'Attention all viewers of this program. The President is dead. He was killed at 5:40 AM today, by a group of rebels that have planned it for apparent months. There are no remnants of him at the scene, and his vehicle is a smoldering mess. Please stay in the are for further reports...'

Now the earth supporting the nation had been shaken. An assasination of the president had never been though possible by the 2.814 billion people in the nation, but it had happened, and would go down in the nations history as a most horrific start to the bloodiest civil war in the nation. Because of this one frame in time, over 50 million common folk and soldiers would be slaughtered at the hands of their bretheren.

At recieving the news of their leaders death, the national cabinet prepared to appoint a new leader, but at around 10:26 AM, when they all met in the Department of National Law, Order, and General Decisions structure in the center of the capitol, 3 Stinger missiles crashed through the window and killed them all, but just to make sure, the room was peppered with fire from a half dozen AK-101s. Not a single member survived.

Soon after, at about 11:18 AM, the president's home was raided by a mob of over 700 men and women, who quickly stormed through the structure and managed to kill the president's wife, eldest daughter, and youngest son before they could get into the underground bunker leading to the largest military base in the nation, 12 miles away. The remaining son, daughter, and brother of the President would arrive about 30 minutes later in the base on an electric current propelled trolley. They were quickly taken to the base medical facility to treat to collatoral wounds. The 10 Special Forces Operatives were sent to the base HQ for debriefing.

By around 4:30 PM the capitol was in complet chaos, with the military blocking 3 of the major highways leading to the north and 1 of the major highways leading to the west. The rest of the surge of revolt went via the remaining 15 highways to cities all over the nation. They had prepared well, and by daybreak 2 days later had an estimated 2 million men and women armed to the teeth riding technicals and rusting T-80s throughout the nation.

A beautiful summer's eve, just as all the hell went along below a crimson sunset, much alike the crimson tides flowing beneath on the earth, making even the seas red. Now millions had died. Dozens would die each time a 20 foot long metal spike would fly into their columns from the cities that they were attacking. The arms of man wreaked devestation for weeks on end. Millions, if not billions, of new gashes formed all over the Earth's surface, all over the nation metal spikes, lead bullets, and depleted uranium was flying, hitting both Man and Beast. Nature is the biggest casualty of all, trees and grand gardens smashed by hundreds of heavy boots or hundreds of bullets ramming into them. Now the true gruesomeness of war and it's cousin the true heroics of war were shown on full scale all over the nation. Thousands would die, incinerated in their homes, pierced by bullets in the open, crushed by their skyscrapers, or blown apart by the great pyrotechnics of war.

On top of a now famous mountain, Mount Kristiania, hundreds of gigantic Rail Guns were stationed, along with a full 200,000 men and women of the most valiant Corps of the Government Army, Marines, Navy, and Air Force. Elite troops, trained in their art for years on end, were making 200,000 defiant stands against the millions of souls wishing their doom. Throughout the nation, similar acts of defiance were being taken by forces of a lesser scale; Kristiania was the last place that the government had been able to keep and muster forces at. Just a mere 5 days away were another 600,000 men and women in several of the Grand Fleets that were traveling with all haste from the two other planets controlled by the government, far away, almost too far.

At this mountain, many a soul would be slaughtering country men, hoping to instill in the nation a continuous notion that really a war among brothers and sisters was not needed ever again. They would realize by the end of it all that the price of a confict of bretheren would be far too high for a simple dictator to be installed and bring the nation down to ruin once more.

That morning, as the crimson sun hovered slowly into the blue purity of the sky, hundreds of the gigantic Railguns were trained at the empty fields all around the lonely mountain. With forests a mere 5 klicks away, a surprise would be quite possible, but in all eventuallity would be impossible, as the invaders of the Mount would come under fire almost instantaneously after exiting the forest. Today was just such a day, one where the blood of millions would be spilled to save some time, save the 200,000 for another day of combat, not much different. This would be a telling day of battle.

Now the opening actions of the day occured, with a lone platoon deep in the forest scouting to see if any enemies could be caught unawares and surprised, to be quickly killed and the tell-tale signs of an impending offensive force arriving.

'Sir' was heard whispered from down the line, from the man who was in hand signal sight of the forward scout, 'we have confirmed charlies. They are heading in from NNW and closing fast. Orders?'
'Move back. Me and Mendez will hold this spot until HQ clicks us back. MOVE!'
'Yes, sir!'
Then, over the comm system, 'Sarge, sarge!? they're closing fast! it looks like they are using Bio sui....*static*'
'SH*T! MOVE MOVE MOVE!!'

On top of Mt. Kristiania, near one of the guns pointe at the SE sector, the command crew for one company of guns(8 crews, 80 men total, + 100 support personell, = 180.) a message blared over the comm set, 'FIRE AT SOUTH EASTERN SECTOR, NOW!! ENEMIES CLOSING IN!'
'Sh*t. Company! Prepare and sight guns, the enemy has something dangerous! Sighted?'
'Sighted, Sir!'
'FIRE!'
'FIRING SIR!' was barely heard over the enormously loud noise of the railguns.
Out of the forest that the crews were firing at came a wave of extremely quick figures, a small black blob, glinting in the sun as it came closer. Now a green texture could be seen in their suits or clothing or armor or whatever an individual soldier saw in those frightening figures. So far only a few lay strewn on the field of fire. Now many were climbing up the foothills of th mountain, preparing to finish their assault. They would soon meet the government's idea of a bio-tech suit.

From the side of the mountain a group of blurred figures cam into view, and the gunners stopped firing. As the rebels were about to run up and slaughter the crews, many were cut down by a hail of bullets and flame spouting from the blurred figures. As the last of the rebels reached the top of the plateu, one bullet sliced cleanly through its head and he dropped dead. The first wave had been defeated. Now armored behemoths came pouring out from all sides of the forests, engaged by their much more advanced and powerful government counterparts, like the Blod Tiger VII and the JadPanther X, spouting huge flames with devestating effect. The rusty and poorly supplied rebel tanks fled with at least 2 dozen casualties.

Now the infantry came, and the Rail Guns came into their shining hour. As the spikes left the rails, men several hundred feet away screamed in fear as huge spikes cut into the black wave, gashing both man and earth at the same time. All the infantry that made it to the foot of the mountain were quickly engaged by tanks and miniguns. Hundreds of rockets shot from the rebels to defeat the tanks while their counterparts with assault weaponry stormed the Rail Gun crews, being quickly engaged by more armor and thousands upon thousands of government infantry.