NationStates Jolt Archive

Enjaquwanef Aksfasandigasop sat on the banks of the river. He was dressed in his old army uniform from his conscription, hiding him from the eyes of observers. "Today," he thought, "It all begins. The Rebellion against King Aposajeg, the beginning of democracy."

He readied his weapon: A simple, homebuilt smoothbore gun. It was long, with a two meter barrel and a half-meter square cubical reactant canister. The reactants would not produce undue noise, due to their nature. Most of the energy was expelled as gas.

The bullet was specially designed: A small dart-like projectile, very light, yet deadly. It was designed like this to let the smoothbore gun fire it easily. Most of the bullet was made of materials like cardboard- only the tip was metal.

He inserted it into the cannon, and plugged in one of his three reactant canisters. He carried so few because that was all he could fit around his back- he needed the rest to carry the massive barrel. He then turned the valve letting the reactants mix. He had to let them wait about ten seconds, then turned the valve letting the gases out into the barrel.

Despite its smoothbore nature, the bullet shot far and strong, right towards a man on a cargo barge carrying goods for the government.

He then readied his next shot, inserting in his second dart and plugging in his next canister. He repeated the process, this time taking out the tugboat's pilot.

He readied his last shot, which ripped right into the box on the roof that transmitted through the antenna. It would be awhile before anyone found out what happend. He loaded put the canisters back into his pack... he could reload them with the reactants back at home. He place the barrel over his back once more, and took out a simple revolver a friend skilled at metalwork had built for him. This revolver was sealed and fitted with a silencer. He walked away as quickly as he could with the weight of the barrel- not extremely heavy for its size, but it was large and unwieldy to carry.

All around Aposajegapsajodaf, similar scenes took place with whatever the insurgents could build... some expert metalsmiths made full-on rifles, others made mortars, other similar things to Aksfasandigasop.

Later, from a IP address routed through other countries, the government website was hacked, and made to say:

We, the newly formed Enfranchisement Brigade claim full responsibility for the attacks earlier today. We call the attention of the international community to the horrible human rights abuses of the current government. We are engaged in open treason, rebellion, and war against the government, and we will kill anyone who stands in our way. No one who works for the government is exempt. We advise all civil servants to quit their jobs if they want to live. More attacks are to come. We number approximately five hundred at the moment, but expect our ranks to grow. We invite all foreigners who support freedom to come join our ranks as partisans as well. Our demands are simple: Democracy, and liberalism.

The government later released this statement:

We will do everything possible to bring down this threat to our wonderful and glorious and wise King Aposajeg and his rule. He rules by the virtue and grace of his family. They have ruled our nation for a thousand generations, and they shall rule for infinity. We point out that many of the attacks were on private companies with government contracts. This terrorists must be brought to justice, and we call on nations around the world to assist us.

Aksfasandigasop walked through the marshes. He saw two police officers patrolling the marshes, probaly looking for him. He readied his revolver, and fired at their head. They dropped dead.

He continued along, and got in his car. He drove home, and crawled into a tunnel under his house to the local EB headquarters, an underground dirt bunker.

"I successfully completed my task, and killed two cops." he said once he got there. "I did mine too, sir. That fuel depot won't be fueling anything much longer. About thirty minutes, in fact" said Pasofna Poaknanalak. "I blew up the 7th Precinct police station. But not before I got some weapons and other equipment off of them." said Afjaial Monanarialak. "I went in there, took my revolver, and shot those idiots dead. I took their guns, then planted the bomb."

"Good job, both of you. Hopefully this will inspire some more people to the struggle. How many guns did you get, Afjaial?" "Three carbines and seven pistols." "Excellent. Pasofna, use your tools to build a rack to store these weapons with pride." said Aksfasandigasop to the carpenter. "As for the pistols, we'll each take one. The weapons the police use are good and accurate, but we can't silence them. Can you build one, Afjaial?" "Sure." "Alright. Let's report back to headquarters."

He wrote out a message, and scanned it in. He himself was a computer programmer, and wrote a steganography software for the Brigade. He sent it through the program, and sent it to central headquarters.

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"Reports coming in from Duckville." said Asajnafa Poianaian, the communications guy at the central headquarters located in the capital, Duck City. "Which Duckville?" said Leansadera Freoandoan, the leader of the groups. "Small town, thirty-five kilometers from Indanaoaj City." "Alright. Tell me." "Fuel depot- blown. Barge carrying raw material for the government- two of the crew and the comm system killed. Police station- blown. 2 Police shot dead, 7 killed in the police bombing. Three carbines, nine pistols captured. All in all, a victory."

"Alright. Tonight, tell them to dive down into their harbor and plant a bomb on the police launches."