Wattiland
17-08-2004, 19:05
Another Day in Paradise...
Episode 001: “Agent Number Six”
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---1---
Several neatly piled stacks of paper spread across the emperor’s desk, traced over by the rays of the evening’s sunset. A single figure sat here, looking over the table’s graphs and figures to a visible degree of satisfaction.
“By these records all goes well...” remarked Emperor Bohast Watti turning to face the great window that composed the entire western wall. The sunset was of course, beautiful -- like all sunsets in his island paradise.
He watched as the Wattiland City dockworks came to close with imposing island-sized battleships safely off shore. With that, the sound of the city’s festive nightlife had begun. His people were happy. He would have it no other way.
Of all of the rooms of the imperial palace this was his favorite. The achievements of his ambition surrounded him in a patchwork of perfectly designed propaganda. Glorious depictions of his visage graced the high walls of the office, for his face had come to represent the rule of state itself.
But even yet, he knew he would never be truly satisfied until the treachery of global democracy had been eliminated and true dictatorial order replaced its sordid decadence. Some day, I will bring paradise to the citizens of world, he thought. Every single one of them.
An urgent buzz interrupted his meditations with the officious yet beautifully accented voice of his evening secretary; “Emperor Watti, I have someone here to see you.”
“A bit late for visitors, isn’t it Miss Sophia?”
“He’s from the League of Nations Concerned with Capitalism. Security has checked him through. Everything seems to check out at this end,” she replied with sincere concern for his safety.
“Very well. Sent him in.”
----2----
A studious man entered dressed in a richly tailored oriental suit topped with a scarlet fez. He held a cobra-headed cane in hand and walked with the confidence and gait of a seasoned diplomat.
“The league sends its warmest regards,” the man said, his face still mysteriously concealed by the darkness of his office.
“Yes... Of this league you speak of,” replied Watti, just now swiveling his office chair to face the evening’s guest. He paused to remove a cigar from the middle right drawer of his desk. “The Red Alliance has had little dealings with your people... I am unsure if we truly share many common interests.”
“I assure you, we find this freedom of economy most disconcerting. Why, citizens can buy almost anything they desire... Nearly everyone has a chance to achieve vast personal wealth! Mansions! Elite country clubs! Seventy-foot luxury yachts! Fortunes built on ten story super-malls and a vast array of consumer goods! How could your citizens resist!”
“You sound as if you are on the wrong side!”
The dark figure laughed maniacally as he tore off his fez and mask, then stepped into the light to reveal a ruggedly handsome sun-worn face and perfectly styled hair. “I believe you will soon agree that it is YOU that are on the wrong side!” He then threw down the rest of his outfit leaving a formal white business suit.
“So, you have come here to ruin my paradise!?” shouted the temperamental dictator. “My people could not be happier! They are provided their every want and need!”
“Ha, the great proletariat!” spat the self-exposed spy. “Commoners! The power of the world doesn’t belong in meddling despots like you! It should be in the hands of mega-corporations!”
“What treachery is this! I demand to know who sent you – What is your name!”
“The name’s Sean Powers,” the agent said with a flourish. “But you can call me Agent Number Six. As for my employers… they will remain confidential.”
“Savor those words – They shall be your last! Guards!!”
---3---
“I’m afraid you will find your guards incapacitated as of right...” the agent paused to check his global-metric watch. “Now.”
To the emperor’s dismay both guards beyond the glass doors of the office had collapsed quite punctuality.
“Damn you,” muttered the emperor under his breath and putting his hand over one of the many buttons on his desks’ sleek command console.
“Aagh—No!” Number Six shouted as the floor beneath him gaped open into a trap door. Desperately, he threw his serpentine cane up to hook into the edge, narrowly escaping certain death and grappled his way back up, peaking only once to see the man-eating crocodiles that circled the murky basin below.
“Bah!”
Watti rose from his chair, holding the previously drawn cigar to his mouth and letting out a swift blow -- shooting a lethally poisoned dart at his adversary.
Cunningly, the agent ducked, swatting the dart away with the cobra-head of his cane.
Vexed further, the emperor pressed a complicated series of buttons across the command console.
“Advanced Security Matrix Engaged” a cold computer-generated voice intoned.
“You won’t get much further!” the emperor said, certain of the agent’s impending doom. “Surrender now, and I’ll give you life imprisonment pending possible deportation!”
Many framed propaganda posters turned to reveal automatic weapon turrets, letting out a vicious torrent of gunfire!
---4---
Quickly, the agent dashed behind a column and flipped open his cane’s sinister ruby-eyed cobra head to reveal a button that gave way to a timer – A bomb! The agent threw the device it towards the center of the room amidst the continuing gunfire, bursting in a blinding white flash.
With sparks and bangs the gunfire ceased.
“All of the computers in the Red Alliance can’t save you now! That electromagnetic blast just shut down every computer in a fifty-meter radius!”
The emperor grimaced.
“Oh,” the agent continued, “I’m afraid the tables have turned my good man. Soon I’ll be sipping champagne on the greatest luxury liner my contacts have to offer – after being fully reward for killing you.”
The emperor’s eyes narrowed to daggers, invisible beneath his characteristic sunglasses, but his disdain was palpable and Number Six was beginning to feel it.
“Don’t worry ‘Emperor’ I’m fully equipped for the task.” The agent threw off the remaining shaft of his cane, revealing a razor-bladed rapier. “Sometimes the old-fashioned solutions are best!”
Just as he advanced to towards the emperor, Watti yelled for his pet mongoose, previously sleeping in the corner of the room. “Ming! Attack!”
A ferocious rodent dashed from its bed towards his master’s assailant, its albino white fur rushing past the corner of the agent’s eye. Suddenly, it had clawed into his face, its beady red eyes drenched in furious malice.
“AAAAH!!” Agent Six screamed, as the mongoose’s claws sunk further into his face.
With a bang of Watti’s revolver Number Six fell dead and Ming returned to his master’s lap.
---5---
Emperor Bohast Watti stroked Ming’s hair now matted with the blood of their slain adversary barely noticing the messy red gore that now besmirched them both. He sat contemplatively for several minutes, enjoying the ensuing calm. He didn’t expect there would be any more attempts on his life, yet.
With a smash to his door his thoughts were interrupted. The silhouette of shapely young woman could be seen from the other end of the office, having broken in a glass door.
“Emperor!” said a comfortingly familiar voice “Are you all right?”
“Yes Miss Sophia. Though this agent was quite resourceful!”
“I don’t know how he passed security. I...”
“That is understandable. This was a man of many talents, though not so many to best Bohast Watti!” assured the emperor.
“So I see...” his secretary said, looking somewhat troubled by the horrific display before them.
Bohast rose, to examine the scene he had become so intimately familiar with. Ming dashed back to his bed, licking his white fur vigorously.
Bending down to examine Agent Six’s bloodied white tuxedo he found a single blue and white business card marked with the dread initials “WCF”. What could this mean, he wondered?
“The Wattiland Intelligence Agency will look into this. Have Dr. Al Fayed examine the findings personally,” Emperor Watti ordered.
“Yes, Emperor.”
“Have the crew clean this up in the morning” Watti added. “And make sure that Ming gets a bath, he has earned it!”
To be continued...
Episode 001: “Agent Number Six”
http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/wattiland.jpg
---1---
Several neatly piled stacks of paper spread across the emperor’s desk, traced over by the rays of the evening’s sunset. A single figure sat here, looking over the table’s graphs and figures to a visible degree of satisfaction.
“By these records all goes well...” remarked Emperor Bohast Watti turning to face the great window that composed the entire western wall. The sunset was of course, beautiful -- like all sunsets in his island paradise.
He watched as the Wattiland City dockworks came to close with imposing island-sized battleships safely off shore. With that, the sound of the city’s festive nightlife had begun. His people were happy. He would have it no other way.
Of all of the rooms of the imperial palace this was his favorite. The achievements of his ambition surrounded him in a patchwork of perfectly designed propaganda. Glorious depictions of his visage graced the high walls of the office, for his face had come to represent the rule of state itself.
But even yet, he knew he would never be truly satisfied until the treachery of global democracy had been eliminated and true dictatorial order replaced its sordid decadence. Some day, I will bring paradise to the citizens of world, he thought. Every single one of them.
An urgent buzz interrupted his meditations with the officious yet beautifully accented voice of his evening secretary; “Emperor Watti, I have someone here to see you.”
“A bit late for visitors, isn’t it Miss Sophia?”
“He’s from the League of Nations Concerned with Capitalism. Security has checked him through. Everything seems to check out at this end,” she replied with sincere concern for his safety.
“Very well. Sent him in.”
----2----
A studious man entered dressed in a richly tailored oriental suit topped with a scarlet fez. He held a cobra-headed cane in hand and walked with the confidence and gait of a seasoned diplomat.
“The league sends its warmest regards,” the man said, his face still mysteriously concealed by the darkness of his office.
“Yes... Of this league you speak of,” replied Watti, just now swiveling his office chair to face the evening’s guest. He paused to remove a cigar from the middle right drawer of his desk. “The Red Alliance has had little dealings with your people... I am unsure if we truly share many common interests.”
“I assure you, we find this freedom of economy most disconcerting. Why, citizens can buy almost anything they desire... Nearly everyone has a chance to achieve vast personal wealth! Mansions! Elite country clubs! Seventy-foot luxury yachts! Fortunes built on ten story super-malls and a vast array of consumer goods! How could your citizens resist!”
“You sound as if you are on the wrong side!”
The dark figure laughed maniacally as he tore off his fez and mask, then stepped into the light to reveal a ruggedly handsome sun-worn face and perfectly styled hair. “I believe you will soon agree that it is YOU that are on the wrong side!” He then threw down the rest of his outfit leaving a formal white business suit.
“So, you have come here to ruin my paradise!?” shouted the temperamental dictator. “My people could not be happier! They are provided their every want and need!”
“Ha, the great proletariat!” spat the self-exposed spy. “Commoners! The power of the world doesn’t belong in meddling despots like you! It should be in the hands of mega-corporations!”
“What treachery is this! I demand to know who sent you – What is your name!”
“The name’s Sean Powers,” the agent said with a flourish. “But you can call me Agent Number Six. As for my employers… they will remain confidential.”
“Savor those words – They shall be your last! Guards!!”
---3---
“I’m afraid you will find your guards incapacitated as of right...” the agent paused to check his global-metric watch. “Now.”
To the emperor’s dismay both guards beyond the glass doors of the office had collapsed quite punctuality.
“Damn you,” muttered the emperor under his breath and putting his hand over one of the many buttons on his desks’ sleek command console.
“Aagh—No!” Number Six shouted as the floor beneath him gaped open into a trap door. Desperately, he threw his serpentine cane up to hook into the edge, narrowly escaping certain death and grappled his way back up, peaking only once to see the man-eating crocodiles that circled the murky basin below.
“Bah!”
Watti rose from his chair, holding the previously drawn cigar to his mouth and letting out a swift blow -- shooting a lethally poisoned dart at his adversary.
Cunningly, the agent ducked, swatting the dart away with the cobra-head of his cane.
Vexed further, the emperor pressed a complicated series of buttons across the command console.
“Advanced Security Matrix Engaged” a cold computer-generated voice intoned.
“You won’t get much further!” the emperor said, certain of the agent’s impending doom. “Surrender now, and I’ll give you life imprisonment pending possible deportation!”
Many framed propaganda posters turned to reveal automatic weapon turrets, letting out a vicious torrent of gunfire!
---4---
Quickly, the agent dashed behind a column and flipped open his cane’s sinister ruby-eyed cobra head to reveal a button that gave way to a timer – A bomb! The agent threw the device it towards the center of the room amidst the continuing gunfire, bursting in a blinding white flash.
With sparks and bangs the gunfire ceased.
“All of the computers in the Red Alliance can’t save you now! That electromagnetic blast just shut down every computer in a fifty-meter radius!”
The emperor grimaced.
“Oh,” the agent continued, “I’m afraid the tables have turned my good man. Soon I’ll be sipping champagne on the greatest luxury liner my contacts have to offer – after being fully reward for killing you.”
The emperor’s eyes narrowed to daggers, invisible beneath his characteristic sunglasses, but his disdain was palpable and Number Six was beginning to feel it.
“Don’t worry ‘Emperor’ I’m fully equipped for the task.” The agent threw off the remaining shaft of his cane, revealing a razor-bladed rapier. “Sometimes the old-fashioned solutions are best!”
Just as he advanced to towards the emperor, Watti yelled for his pet mongoose, previously sleeping in the corner of the room. “Ming! Attack!”
A ferocious rodent dashed from its bed towards his master’s assailant, its albino white fur rushing past the corner of the agent’s eye. Suddenly, it had clawed into his face, its beady red eyes drenched in furious malice.
“AAAAH!!” Agent Six screamed, as the mongoose’s claws sunk further into his face.
With a bang of Watti’s revolver Number Six fell dead and Ming returned to his master’s lap.
---5---
Emperor Bohast Watti stroked Ming’s hair now matted with the blood of their slain adversary barely noticing the messy red gore that now besmirched them both. He sat contemplatively for several minutes, enjoying the ensuing calm. He didn’t expect there would be any more attempts on his life, yet.
With a smash to his door his thoughts were interrupted. The silhouette of shapely young woman could be seen from the other end of the office, having broken in a glass door.
“Emperor!” said a comfortingly familiar voice “Are you all right?”
“Yes Miss Sophia. Though this agent was quite resourceful!”
“I don’t know how he passed security. I...”
“That is understandable. This was a man of many talents, though not so many to best Bohast Watti!” assured the emperor.
“So I see...” his secretary said, looking somewhat troubled by the horrific display before them.
Bohast rose, to examine the scene he had become so intimately familiar with. Ming dashed back to his bed, licking his white fur vigorously.
Bending down to examine Agent Six’s bloodied white tuxedo he found a single blue and white business card marked with the dread initials “WCF”. What could this mean, he wondered?
“The Wattiland Intelligence Agency will look into this. Have Dr. Al Fayed examine the findings personally,” Emperor Watti ordered.
“Yes, Emperor.”
“Have the crew clean this up in the morning” Watti added. “And make sure that Ming gets a bath, he has earned it!”
To be continued...