Wazzu
20-07-2004, 03:14
Ela Rios woke to the sound of a gunshot ringing in her head. She shivered in the dark for a moment as a steady breeze evaporated the sweat clinging her nightgown to her aging body. But the remnants of the nightmare faded suddenly to a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in.” she called into the night.
Light flooded into the room as the door opened, contracting Ela’s pupils and exposing her flushed face. Had she been able to make it out, she would have noticed that her secretary stumbled a moment over this image.
“A, are you OK ma’am?” he stuttered.
“Quite.” She lied. A nightmare would be insignificant compared to the national priority that would interrupt her sleep. “What’s the problem?”
“Ahhh, the problem, right. Well, it is corrected already, but you may want to get dressed for this. There are some high level security…people waiting to see you.”
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15 minutes later, Ela Rios was out of her drenched nightgown and sweatally into a semi-formal “suit.” Two men and a woman, all looking rather weathered for their age, stood wearing black before her. Fascists she thought. She despised their secret little organization, and hated her powerlessness to cut it off. Its members were guilty of some of the worst crimes imaginable and got away with them scott free in the name of security. The only moral they possessed was a strangely complete loyalty to their country, a form of super nationalism.
The trio ignored her involuntary frown and invited her to sit down in her own conference room. The NERVE! “Chief,” the lead addressed her, “I understand you have been having dreams, nightmares. You won’t get them anymore.”
“What?” Ela responded, surprised. [i]How could they know? And how can they know they will be over?[i] she thought, but instead said aloud, “I don’t see how that is relevant.”
“Mind control.” The woman opposite her responded. After a blank stare, the woman continued. “While most of the aliens you have brought in as advisors from the ruined Aiur II colony have the best wishes of people,” the woman spat the word, “in mind, one did not.” She was talking of the Protoss of course. “Mok-Nar apparently took the human idea to keep enemies closer – to heart. As your closest alien advisor, he was responsible for your dreams.”
“Why nightmares? What’s the point?”
“Paranoid isolationism.” Responded the woman in black.
“Don’t be absurd.”
The younger of the two men sighed and finally spoke up. “No one likes to hear that they have been manipulated. We don’t like to think it is possible. You were, now you won’t be, not by Mo-.”
“Now look here!” Ela interrupted, “Mok-Nar was a peaceful advisor, he’d never try to control anyone! I’ve made Wazzu isolationist to pro…to pro….”
“Having trouble finding the old drive Chief? It is because it died with Mok-Nar. I think you know the correct thing to do.”
The three turned their back and left…Ela did already know what needed to be done, she just didn’t want to face it. Wazzu would have to be brought back into the international community.
******OOC******
Well folks, I am back. I won’t be anywhere near as active as I used to be…time and internet access are much more limited now. But I’ll be around a bit, maybe enough for some slower RPs. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed the return story.
Oh, and public thanks goes out to Sunset for watching my account as I was away.
Light flooded into the room as the door opened, contracting Ela’s pupils and exposing her flushed face. Had she been able to make it out, she would have noticed that her secretary stumbled a moment over this image.
“A, are you OK ma’am?” he stuttered.
“Quite.” She lied. A nightmare would be insignificant compared to the national priority that would interrupt her sleep. “What’s the problem?”
“Ahhh, the problem, right. Well, it is corrected already, but you may want to get dressed for this. There are some high level security…people waiting to see you.”
********
15 minutes later, Ela Rios was out of her drenched nightgown and sweatally into a semi-formal “suit.” Two men and a woman, all looking rather weathered for their age, stood wearing black before her. Fascists she thought. She despised their secret little organization, and hated her powerlessness to cut it off. Its members were guilty of some of the worst crimes imaginable and got away with them scott free in the name of security. The only moral they possessed was a strangely complete loyalty to their country, a form of super nationalism.
The trio ignored her involuntary frown and invited her to sit down in her own conference room. The NERVE! “Chief,” the lead addressed her, “I understand you have been having dreams, nightmares. You won’t get them anymore.”
“What?” Ela responded, surprised. [i]How could they know? And how can they know they will be over?[i] she thought, but instead said aloud, “I don’t see how that is relevant.”
“Mind control.” The woman opposite her responded. After a blank stare, the woman continued. “While most of the aliens you have brought in as advisors from the ruined Aiur II colony have the best wishes of people,” the woman spat the word, “in mind, one did not.” She was talking of the Protoss of course. “Mok-Nar apparently took the human idea to keep enemies closer – to heart. As your closest alien advisor, he was responsible for your dreams.”
“Why nightmares? What’s the point?”
“Paranoid isolationism.” Responded the woman in black.
“Don’t be absurd.”
The younger of the two men sighed and finally spoke up. “No one likes to hear that they have been manipulated. We don’t like to think it is possible. You were, now you won’t be, not by Mo-.”
“Now look here!” Ela interrupted, “Mok-Nar was a peaceful advisor, he’d never try to control anyone! I’ve made Wazzu isolationist to pro…to pro….”
“Having trouble finding the old drive Chief? It is because it died with Mok-Nar. I think you know the correct thing to do.”
The three turned their back and left…Ela did already know what needed to be done, she just didn’t want to face it. Wazzu would have to be brought back into the international community.
******OOC******
Well folks, I am back. I won’t be anywhere near as active as I used to be…time and internet access are much more limited now. But I’ll be around a bit, maybe enough for some slower RPs. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed the return story.
Oh, and public thanks goes out to Sunset for watching my account as I was away.