NationStates Jolt Archive

The mist of early morning is still settling as the jeeps pull down the gravel road and stop infront of the black waters of the river. They are followed closely by an old and rusted blue and white bus, the paint scratched and peeling.

The young captain yawns and scratches his chin as he steps calmly out of the old green jeep. "Come on, come on...unload the trash we have to clean up three more villages in the south before the end of the day..."

As the bus doors open crying can be heard from women and babies, soldiers come out first pushing and kicking the civilians, young and old, off of the bus...other soldiers, gripping their AK-47s tightly, begin pushing them towards the rivers edge and lining them up..

The screaming and crying is almost deafening as a young girl runs up to the Captain and gets on her knees begging and screaming for mercy..his reply is a shot through her head from his pistol...

"Damn Farasian whore..." He looks around as the last of the civilians are lined up...one of which appears different than the others, a young female foreign reporter, who spits in the direction of the Captain as he grins..."

"The world is gonna know whats happening here! You cant hide it forever!" [i]She shouts at the Captain half-crying as tears pour down her pale face..

"The world? You think the world cares about these..things? This is OUR country, we do with it as we please! Soon this land will be for one true Vecian race, and as the militias are put down one flag shall fly here!" He looks over at another Officer...who pulls out a Machete from the back of one of the jeeps, several other soldiers grab hammers and machetes and begin walking toward the mass of civilians as other sildiers look on, with the AK-47s aimed...

"Wha...What are you doing?!" The young reporter shouts hysterically..

"We only use bullets on humans...these are not humans...these are dogs." He says with a grin as soldiers begin to chase and hack the Farasian villagers...turning the dark waters red as their deafening screams fill the air...and after a few minutes the screams turn to an eerie silence...

OOC: Is this RP closed, or can anybody join?

OOC: This is an open RP...anyone can join. But be warned, be sure you understand the situation you'll be getting into should you join.

OOC: My nation's population of roughly three billion is almost entirely half-humans.

IC:
The plan had been simple enough. Commission investigative reporters to travel the world, find poverty stricken areas kept hidden by their governments, and provide aid covertly. If the government objected, they'd be forced to expose their neglect of their people, drawing support from the international community. If they let it slide, the support gained among the populace would be the first seeds of Golugani influence within the nation. However, when one of the reporters sent abroad didn't maintain contact after going to a nation called Vecia, the newly appointed High Priestess Lia Morair was concerned enough to arrange a private meeting with Emperor Ganurath IV.

The priestess had the traditional attire of a dark green robe with animalistic brown trim, although the tradition only went back half a millenium to the nation's foundation. She held herself with poise and dignity befitting her station, showing that the elven half of her blood flew strong. "Your majesty, one of the Sowers from the Harvest Seed Expedition has gone missing."

Emperor Ganurath IV was a bit more informal, has elven lineage drowned by being half-human and a quarter orc. He held himself in a relaxed posture that was allowed by his bronze pauldroned rainment of fine leather with green trim. He meerly nodded in reply, rolling his hand to indicate she should continue. "The acolyte you sent gave me the basic details, Lia. A reporter has gone missing in Vecia, a nation of questionable history. That doesn't explain what you want, though."

"We need to find out what happened to her. Even if she is alright, her lack of communication means there's something forcing her to lie low." The High Priestess breathed deep and closed her eyes, reluctant to make the proposition she had planned. "I wish for you to send a team of Eyes to investigate."

This caused the Emperor to sit upright. Eyes were the spies and assassins on the Golugani Empire, trained to connect to the deadly combination of orc immorality, human ingenuity, and elven cunning. They were also trained, as a safeguard against those the Mourning was intended to destroy exclusively, to hate all humans with a personal passion. "Are you certain that that's wise, High Priestess?"

Lia sighed, her head hung in shame. "No, but I don't see any other way given the situation."

The Emperor nodded, rising to take his leave from the Temple Ampitheatre, an immense sandstone chamber in which they were the only two people. "I shall send a half dozen to find her. What do you think I should tell them to do if they find her dead?"

The High Priestess dreaded this part. Her predeccesor would have called for a campaign of conquest, but she was a minimalist when it came to violence. "Find those immediately responsible, and make an example of them."

Ganurath IV grinned and nodded, taking his leave to give the order.

An hour later, six half-humans with diplomatic immunity enough to get their weaponry through airport security began a series of flights to Vecia.

The man apparently in his thirties brushed back his light blonde hair and placed his green eye up to the cold steel sight on his silenced sniper rifle. Passed the trees he looks onto the village ahead...jeeps and an old blue and white bus had rolled into the town just a few hours earlier and soldiers had been moving through the houses, raping and looting as they go...a click from the mans gun...the sound of a bullet entering the chamber...a shot through a window through the neck of a soldier raping a young girl...blood sprays across the room as he falls...click..another bullet in the chamber...a shot...an officer falls to the ground clutching his chest... Soldiers spread out and fire randomly at buildings and into the forest..they now knew they were being watched...

"Damn them! Damn all those Guard bastards!! You there! Send a team through the forest, and another team through those Western buildings...if you find ANYONE with a weapon you bring them outside with their families and we show them what we do to rebels and sympathizers!" The young Captain shouts furiously..

The blonde Sniper moves back slowly into the brush, disappearing into the evening shadows of the massive black forests... "Reaper to Crow...just spotted a Varana Death Squad...they're moving through southern Farasian Province...recommend we move the Prize to a more secure location..." He whispers into his headset...

"Crow to Reaper...secure location? ...When you think of one tell me...I think we've run out of secure locations...Now I suggest you move on...scouts report a large Farasian militia moving from the northwest..."

"Negative..the Varana are going village to village...I'll slow their progress as much as I can.."

The Cameraman stood shaking a bit, a nervous look in his eye...that sort of look just before one enters a fight or flight mode.

"Stop shaking the bloody Camera, Ian!" The foreign reporter said in a frustrated tone... "Breaking this story to the world is going to be my ticket to the big show, ol'boy..you just wait!"

"Alright, so I just spoke to David, we're ready to go live in about ten seconds." The cameraman flips his hat backwards and gets into position infront of the reporter who seems to be more concerned with his hair than the smoking ruins of the village behind him...

"And in three..two.." The cameraman points to the reporter, who now puts on his most concerned and sincere face...

"Hello, this is Joshua Mitchell reporting to you live from WNBS World News in Vecia. I'm standing here in northern Vecia, a country that too little know about and even fewer seem to care about.." He begins to walk through the debris covered streets of the village...a heavy black smoke fills the air and dead animals and people seem to litter the area.. "I warn you, what you are about to see and hear is quite disturbing. ... Vecia a once beautiful, nation with a vibrant and intricate culture is now a place filled with heartache and bloodshed. As the Vecians say 'In Vecia blood can be found easier than water.' And a truer statement might have never been made." The reporter stops infront of a clearing where in the background a river is seen with bodies floating through it... "The Vecian people have been ripped apart by age-old clan and provincial blood feuds. After the murder of the Royal family in its entirety, militants from the Province of Varana took over for a short term...these militants ruled over the other sub-cultures of Vecia with a brutal and racist iron fist.." The reporter is interrupted by his Vecian Guide.

"Please..we go now..Army will come back soon.." He looks about nervously before taking off as quick as he can into the dark forest...

The reporter tries to regain his composure as he cameraman glances about nervously... "Soon the violence escalated, different militia factions formed, each trying to take power and each having an ever growing hatred of each other. Now, Genocide sweeps through this land as factions quite literally try to wipe themselves out and cleanse this land for only one Vecian race and culture.." Joshua stops and looks passed his cameraman at the red pick-up truck that just pulled up behind them and the three men holding AK-47s that have jumped out of the truck to greet them...

"You put the camera down now!" One of the men says firing a warning shot into the air...

"We're reporters, we're unarmed, ok?" Joshua says nervously as his Cameraman turns and begins filming the militants..He is met with a shot to the head, killing him and the live broadcast instantly..

The Eyes were named for the myth that explained the hostility between elves and humans, that the god of the elves took the eye of the god of the orcs in single combat. They were named with the idea that they would be able to gain victory over their foes with subtlety and finesse, and that their desire for vengeance could only be satisfied with death.

They arrived with little fanfare, their sniper rifles and elven swords easily explained away as hunting equipment with the help of the proper papers. Although well funded, they used public transportation to go most of their way to lay low.

However, it's when they arrived at the border of a certain area of the nation that they decided to hoof it. "The subject went missing in the Farasian province."

"It doesn't mean she died there."

"It doesn't mean she's dead."

"We ask questions until somebody knows something or violence breaks out."

"One tends to lead to the other."

"Let's focus on the job."

"Yes, yes. Once we're out of eyeshot of the town and in the target province, we'll switch to camo and ready our weapons."

"If trouble comes before then?"

"We have papers."

"Nobody would risk active foreign involvement."

"Idiots would."