NationStates Jolt Archive


Is Not Genocide...

Kyzl-Arabia
06-09-2005, 09:19
Al'Gorlon Province
The Sultanate of Kyzl-Arabia

It's red amber glowing in the dark room, the cigarette grew hotter as its owner drew deeply. Smoke whispered up and around his face; eventually making its way out of the window to the busy marketplace outside. Horns, cars, motocycles, and people all became what would commonly be known as noise pollution. And the air pollution wasnt too much better either; with these lands spewing tons upon tons of smoke and carbon monoxide into the atmosphere. And regardless of its effect on the environment; people here cared very, if not extremely little. Kyzl-Arabia was a Desert among Deserts, and the city of Junto was but a half-concreted version of that. Poverty was not a secret here, and most of those who lived in this poorly built city resided in one of the many apartment complexes -- cracked and damaged from the decades of warfare this country had endured. And none of those who held power were interested, or able to make a difference. Sure, the living style was terrible. Quality was a word not known to individuals such as these... since battle was an all too common event. All too common.

"What is the problem?" snarled the man, sitting in his chair. "Did you not follow the instructions accordingly?"

One of the trio stepped forward, "Master, Sir, we have no troubles. The last shipment has arrived and already been distributed. We are ready at your command."

The man stood to his feet and muttered something in Arabic. He drew a last breath from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground, and stamping it on it. Turning himself to the window, he watched the city below, completely unknowing of which was to come.

"You have your orders," he commented under his breath. "We will strike tonight, when the celebrations begin. They will be unsuspecting, and they will not be ready."

He saluted, with hand upon heart; "For the greater of Al'Gorlon!"

"For the Independance!" chimed in the trio, also saluting.

Later, that night...

If the city had been loud earlier, it must have been a tripe-load louder now. Celebrations had struck the city, and unlike it had normally been the market stalls opened late, people wandered the streets either looking for something to buy, or to dance... whatever. It was the Sultan's birthday, and the people were required to celebrate loudly. At one point, a chime of whistles could be heard as individuals ran through the streets. Sure, they were happy; but it was enforced more than one could normally believe. Troops, soldiers, "secret police" were everywhere through-out the crowd. High on drugs and ecstacy; the people were relatively easy to control. And besides, it made such times actually enjoyable. Too bad it would only come at the cost of so many lives, of those who refused this compulsory madness.

In the meantime, a force had been readied and the attack had been planned for months. Wandering silently through the shadows, forms appeared then disappeared, only to reappear again at a later point. These were no ordinary party individuals, these were silent killers of the night. And tonight, there would certainly be bloodshed. For high above a man was watching. The man from earlier with enormous power, enormous influence, and a lack of care to suit. He smiled to himself -- Al'Gorlon would certainly have made their statement very soon. It would not promise their independance, but it would promise a victory to come. The Sultan would follow with his troops of Kyzl-Arabia, and would be defeated; to the Glory of Allah.

Down below, one form in particular took up his line. He had picked out a target -- a policeman rolling his tobacco with skill like no other. His job was easy tonight, no trouble; or so he thought. The rattle of gunfire broke the spirit of the night, and it was only seconds before others had done the same. Policemen, soldiers, fanatics of the national government would all fall dead. Citizens, children, mothers, fathers -- they would all fall victim to the cause they would have normally fought against. Unfortunate losses, one might say. Besides, the independance movement of Al'Gorlon was much more important than these infidels. And when the sun breaks the horizon by morning... all that was left of the city would be the occasion put-put of a rifle here, the screams of women being raped there, and the odd man or woman running for their lives down the streets of Junto.
Kyzl-Arabia
07-09-2005, 07:31
Suudom
The Sultanate of Kyzl-Arabia

Al'Kyzlton had been busy at the time, entertaining guests for his birthday celebration. Outside, the city of Suudom were also celebrating; each of everyone completely innocent of the knowledge of what was occuring hundreds of miles away. And it wouldnt be long before they would learn; for the Palace had been advised and had granted a younger boy the duty of telling the Sultan. He wouldnt be happy, one could give him that. But as to his reaction -- nobody could completely gauge. He was reputable for angry outbursts, decisions made in rage... Sure, he wasnt the kindest of men.

"Sultan," bowed the boy. "I have some urgent news. Could I please have your private audience?"

Carmen thought for a moment and eventually nodded. Turning back to his guests, he smiled, "You will have to excuse me for the moment."

Both were quick to leave the room and the guests behind. This was a matter of utmost importance, it was the ultimate security of this state. And the boy was nervous, naturally. The Sultan was unknowing. In the meantime, once they disappeared behind a wall of beads and curtains, the boy turned the face the man whom led them all.

"I'm afraid we have a situation," he began. "North from here, in the Al'Gorlon Province there have been reports of gunfire. It is the Al'Gorlon Liberation Army again sir, they are requesting for Al'Gorlon Independance."

Al'Kyzlton's face contorted into a rage, a fury like not other, "Then they will pay with their lives; I am tired of this pathetic banter! Ready the military, and advise my guests that this night is over. You know what to do."

The boy nodded, and went about his orders. The Sultan, now left alone watched out over the city, of Suudom. It wouldnt be long now before a state of Marshall Law had been declared -- the military patrolling and controlling the streets, and entire divisions leaving for Al'Gorlon. For the most part, this would not have been abnormal, given more recent tensions between government and A.L.A. respectively. Yet it was different somewhat, like no other. At the moment, the orders were being carried out as if no special word had been given. But over time the plans would be drawn, much more sinister. For this was the time for the Sultan to live up to his name, and finally destroy that whom spread evil lies to be attached to his rule. He would form a fist of fire and plated iron; and that which exists today, would certainly not exist tommorow.