Chellis
03-01-2004, 18:56
Lieutenant Price gleamed with pride. He looked over as dirty communists drove picks into the ground, put up barrack's, and food kitchens. This was the ultimate goal. Not only would the communists have to work in the camps to eat and live, they would now on this new continent be forced to build their own enviorment, other than the barbed wire, killing fields, and anything that would allow them to try and break out. However, even if they did break out, all the roads had patrols on them, and if you didnt follow a road, you could get lost on the new continent.
"Hey slackers, get your fucking asses up and build before I dispose of your rotten pinko brains!" Squealed the lieutenant, firing his Mp1a into the air. The gun was the product of an old generation, but it was still a good gun, albiet its defuncts. The men scrambled, picking up their shovels and digging a large hole, which was to be used for a mass grave for the already rotting bodies of some of the labourers.
There was an airbase nearby, but protection and enforcement of the camp was meant to be handled by two Strider recon vehicles, one Mirca medium tank, and about 120 men, mostly guards, but also the head of the camp, kitchen workers, etc... All were armed however, either with a rifle, an Mp1a, a Colt 1911, or something heavy(a machine gun of flamethrower, meant to kill masses at a time if needed).
The area wasnt blazing hot, but for someone used to the frigid temperatures of chellis, it was enough to make you want to lay down and never get back up again. The camp held, or was supposed to hold, about 700 prisoners at any one time. Divided into 5 140 men sections, each section actually had gas set in them, and could be closed off and gassed if a large scale rebellion was set afoot. However, none of the guards even knew the area well, and having the labour make the camps themselves could ultimatly be their downfall...
Price didn't care though. He had virtual control over seven hundred people, People shunned by civilized humanity(chellian humanity). He took a swig of victory gin, taking a loud cough. Contractors had already come in and made the barracks for the guards, so he decided to retire his post to the next guards, and maybe start up plans for a mine that his supervisor had thought about doing in the nearby mountains, close enough to force the labour to walk every day.
(There are many possible roles in RP here, although I wont allow smack-tardism in this. You might play a foreign communist who was caught by the chellian secret police, you might play an immigrant or ambassador/etc who is on the new continent(torres), which is being inhabited by the chellians. You might play anyone, as long as they arent a chellian, and you have a semi-decent story for having the person there(you could even be a communist non slave, as chellis punishes chellian citizens who are chellians, not just people passing through, etc.)
"Hey slackers, get your fucking asses up and build before I dispose of your rotten pinko brains!" Squealed the lieutenant, firing his Mp1a into the air. The gun was the product of an old generation, but it was still a good gun, albiet its defuncts. The men scrambled, picking up their shovels and digging a large hole, which was to be used for a mass grave for the already rotting bodies of some of the labourers.
There was an airbase nearby, but protection and enforcement of the camp was meant to be handled by two Strider recon vehicles, one Mirca medium tank, and about 120 men, mostly guards, but also the head of the camp, kitchen workers, etc... All were armed however, either with a rifle, an Mp1a, a Colt 1911, or something heavy(a machine gun of flamethrower, meant to kill masses at a time if needed).
The area wasnt blazing hot, but for someone used to the frigid temperatures of chellis, it was enough to make you want to lay down and never get back up again. The camp held, or was supposed to hold, about 700 prisoners at any one time. Divided into 5 140 men sections, each section actually had gas set in them, and could be closed off and gassed if a large scale rebellion was set afoot. However, none of the guards even knew the area well, and having the labour make the camps themselves could ultimatly be their downfall...
Price didn't care though. He had virtual control over seven hundred people, People shunned by civilized humanity(chellian humanity). He took a swig of victory gin, taking a loud cough. Contractors had already come in and made the barracks for the guards, so he decided to retire his post to the next guards, and maybe start up plans for a mine that his supervisor had thought about doing in the nearby mountains, close enough to force the labour to walk every day.
(There are many possible roles in RP here, although I wont allow smack-tardism in this. You might play a foreign communist who was caught by the chellian secret police, you might play an immigrant or ambassador/etc who is on the new continent(torres), which is being inhabited by the chellians. You might play anyone, as long as they arent a chellian, and you have a semi-decent story for having the person there(you could even be a communist non slave, as chellis punishes chellian citizens who are chellians, not just people passing through, etc.)