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OOC: This is another message in a long running Saga about the new Emporers of Aust's coming to the throne (Throgh devious means), wars with Nuevo Kowloon(Where he killed their entire population) his wars with Inderpendent Hitmen, Phyrric, that included, War with Credonia thread, The new reconing thread, Aust massicars Credonian citizens thread, The murder of an Emporer thread, The ARP breaks into open rebellion thread, Depose a Dictator thread. If you havn't joined join now.

The emporer sat upon the marbel throne of Aust in butiful Imperial palace that towared above the sprawling mass of Aust City as far as the eye could see. It was winter and in the arctic that means no light so the only light was from flame lamps. At his feet where two Nuevo Kowloonian slaves, naked and scared their backs scared from his whipping.
In the past month he had taken the throne of Aust, destroyed a nation, been invaded, come on the brink of a world war, legilised slavery and had had to have major sergury. One hell of a month, now it was over, the invadeders had been destroyed or fled and most oppersition to his reign had been defeated. Life was good.
An aide ran in, panting. "Sir, the latest message from the ARP, it's a biggy sir. It might get the other nations of the international community to attack again." The emporer read the message. It was not good.

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----to all international nations that may help------


From: ARP
To: All nations
The ARP (Aust risistance party) has today declared war upon the emporer. Spoeaking from a secret fortress, the ARP leader made it clear hat he would not relent until the 'Child killing, slave taking, woman raping, nation attacking dark lord' was distroyed. He made a stirring speech, and has just given a ultimatium to the goverment.

1) The Emporer must step down.
2) Aust forces must withdraw from NK
3) Slavery must be made illigal.
4) Woman must be given equal rights
5) And apology will be given to NK

This has been refused and the goverment has said it will crush the rebles. The ARP are against the newest legislations and actions that the Emporer has brought in since he came to power 5 weeks ago.

1) Slavery is allowed and encouraged in all political prisinors, woman and foregign nationals. Slaves have no rights, must be tagged with a brand and wear only trausers and skirts.

2) All women are slaves and marryed women are given to their husbands. Unmarried women (Over 13) Are given 1 to every male (Over 13) Surples will be auctianed out as will male slaves.

3) Girls (Under 13) are taken from their mothers after 3 months and are taken to 'schools' where they are taught for 13 years how to keep house, plesure their men and hat men are superour.

4) The war against NK. For sheltering anti-emporer people the nation Nevro Kowloon has been attacked, over 500,000 have died and many more will do, within the last hour over 200,000 missiles have been launched as well as 30,000 chemical missiles.

5) The killing of the old Emporer. The new emporer has killed the old emporer (Emporer John, he was 13) and took his throne.

We ask for aid as we do not have the strengh to takje him on, if we win we shall reinstate the old royal familly and give women and slaves equal rights as well as pulling out of NK. But we need aid. We cannot win without you. Please help us.

From
Robert Obsquris
ARP Foregn minister


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The emporer swore, if his people read this it could be the end of his reign. "Find the ARP, do whatever you can, just destroy them!"

[code:1:52b3572166] Good Day ARP, this is the Kelcuts if you hadn't guessed,

we have only just heard of this new reign, and we wish to help you, although we are trying to keep out of a war, we can provide you with supplies, of fresh food ammunition and maybe later in the war we may be able to join you, please return message if you accept the above[/code:1:52b3572166]

oopsie double post!

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[code:1:a8641d1cc7]
From: ARP
To: Kelcuts

Please send supplys to the airbase south of the clouded mountain
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The Emporer was lying in bed when another transmission came in, "Sir, no more luck on finding the ARP, their have been faint reports of transmissions between them and Kelcuts."
"Good, keep trying."
"Yes sire. Also, their has been an escape by a slave. His name Dinh and his age is around 12-14. He has taken a Austian boy called Alex from his home village near the front and was last seen going noth east. He was one of those you wanted for yourself as a man servant I balive but he was taken by a woman called Sisi Shivers and was balived dead. It has only just been reported that he was alive. Before we could send a squad to take him to you he eascaped. What shall I do."
"Bring him too me. Find him." Nuevo Kowloonians where so hard to break, the emporer thought, but he would break their spirts. "And Josh?"
"Sir?"
"Bring one of the Kowloonians to me, a female. Young no older than 12. Make sure she dosn't have any needles consealed."
"Sir" NKians where hard to break but he knew how to break this one.

[code:1:fa0404e1c6]
From: ARP
To: Kelcuts

Please send supplys to the airbase south of the clouded mountain
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The Emporer was lying in bed when another transmission came in, "Sir, no more luck on finding the ARP, their have been faint reports of transmissions between them and Kelcuts."
"Good, keep trying."
"Yes sire. Also, their has been an escape by a slave. His name Dinh and his age is around 12-14. He has taken a Austian boy called Alex from his home village near the front and was last seen going noth east. He was one of those you wanted for yourself as a man servant I balive but he was taken by a woman called Sisi Shivers and was balived dead. It has only just been reported that he was alive. Before we could send a squad to take him to you he eascaped. What shall I do."
"Bring him too me. Find him." Nuevo Kowloonians where so hard to break, the emporer thought, but he would break their spirts. "And Josh?"
"Sir?"
"Bring one of the Kowloonians to me, a female. Young no older than 12. Make sure she dosn't have any needles consealed."
"Sir" NKians where hard to break but he knew how to break this one.

The pickings were pretty slim among the NK prisoners-finding one, even a young girl, who wasn't already badly scarred for the Emperor's 'pleasure' was difficult- even the children required almost obscene levels of 'correction' to keep them in line.
This was coupled with the fact that, when the ASS captured them, most of the children had been in the section of the shelter that had been "Opened Up" by Bunker-Busting bombs-leaving them the minority taken, and many already damaged with grotesque burn scars.
Slave-suicides were bad enough, but what was worse, were the murders in the paddock.

The Austian handlers learned quickly, though-separate adult from child and observe both groups closely.

Lien was 11, in fairly good condition, and an orphan. Keeping her "Fed" was hard work for the handlers, though-the child simply wouldn't eat on her own, and just...sat there. Unlike the others, that needed to be watched, Lien wouldn't try to attack her handlers or escape. In fact, she didn't seem to have much motivation to do more than breathe, even with pain-devices applied.
This one was a problem, and one that seemed the ideal solution to the Emperor's desires- an utter passive that would die anyway.
"That one."
The soldiers picked her up and dragged her out of the room.
"I'd swear this one was drugged already." one of the men commented.
"Don't, just get her checked at medical." The other said.

The examination table was cold metal, but Lien didn't notice.
"Puplliary response is kind of sluggish, you're sure she wasn't drugged already?" someone said.
"Yeah, check her hootchie, His Majesty's worried she's hiding a needle."
Fingers, a cold probe.
"No needles, this one's still a virgin." the first voice commented.
"Not for long." the Guard said, and laughed.
The doctor grunted, "Just imagine if that was your kid you were taking up there, Dalkey."
The Guard's snicker cut off, and a slapping sound reached Lien's mind.
"Better watch it, Doc, someone hears you saying things like that, you'll be next into the pens-as a guest." the Guard snarled.
"She's about as clean as you can get, get her out of my sight." the Doctor's voice said.

Lien was picked up and dragged out, just as limp as when she went in.

To all you out there join us in our struggle to take out the english regions then all you seek will be granted.

Remember one death is a number, a million deaths is a statistic

You will be rewarded if we win

The emporer wasn't happy, the girl hadn't done anything, she had just sat, she was alive but it wasn't fun, he liked his people alive. He knew what to do. He wanted one that would run and scream and fight, he convayed his instructions to Josh again. "Find me another, same age but one who will run and fight, I don't care what she looks like as nice as you can at best."

The had worked out what to do with NK slaves. Send them down the mines, the old pit at Chenobal, was perfect, under the eye of an overseer the slaves would hew coal. The older ones, above 13 would be hewers and the younger ones hurryers. The would chained to the carts or the floor, only with a pick and crate. If they slowed down with their work they would be beaten or whipped, no cloaths would be allowed.

They would sleep for 7 hours, have 10 minuates for lunch and dinner and 5 minuates for Breakfast. This way the slves could be watched by one overseer, kept alive and be broken.

The emporer wasn't happy, the girl hadn't done anything, she had just sat, she was alive but it wasn't fun, he liked his people alive. He knew what to do. He wanted one that would run and scream and fight, he convayed his instructions to Josh again. "Find me another, same age but one who will run and fight, I don't care what she looks like as nice as you can at best."

The had worked out what to do with NK slaves. Send them down the mines, the old pit at Chenobal, was perfect, under the eye of an overseer the slaves would hew coal. The older ones, above 13 would be hewers and the younger ones hurryers. The would chained to the carts or the floor, only with a pick and crate. If they slowed down with their work they would be beaten or whipped, no cloaths would be allowed.

They would sleep for 7 hours, have 10 minuates for lunch and dinner and 5 minuates for Breakfast. This way the slves could be watched by one overseer, kept alive and be broken.


The Guards came back, and one of them pointed out another victim.
Sarah Timney's ancestor was a Royal Marine stranded in Vietnam by the Plague. The combination of red hair, green eyes, and Asian skin would have given her (when she grew up) an exotic beauty-that was before burning debris turned half her face into a scaly colloid of scar tissue.
People react differently to violent suppression, Lien had reacted by pulling into her self until she couldn't be reached. Sarah reacted by turning more hateful than could easily be imagined by a sane person.
"Oh, so he's Not into dead people." she remarked, adding, "I'm coming, rover." The guard cuffed her on the scarred side-where it wouldn't be seen, she just turned a regard of scorn back up at him.
"I'd fight back, but you're wearing armour, and it wouldn't do any good, Rover. Is Fido coming too?" she gestured at the other guard, adding, "I'm sure he is, you're too much of a coward to deal with any of us one on one."
He hauled her out by her hair, eliciting a curse.
"This one'll fight, tell his Majesty." The guard said to a third outside the pen.
Sarah managed a shout, "LICK HIS ASS GOOD! MAKE SURE YOU GET IT CLEAN, BUTCH!"
This elicited a kick-and she laughed, mockingly.
"Best you can do? Of course it is-you're here, instead of on the front, which means you're just a spineless lackey..." she smiled up at him, "In-Vert-a-Brate. I should not insult dogs comparing you to them." He shoved her into a wall.
"I am NOT a COWARD!" he shouted at her.
Sarah grinned up at him, "Yes you are. It took a whole bunch of your Special Forces, with Bomber support, to get me here, I've only been off tranquilizers for three days, and you're just brave enough to rough up a twelve-year-old girl-as long as your buddies are here to help you, and her hands are bound. You're here, last I heard on the grapevine, your comrades were out fighting the Phyirrics, but you're still here-and you ain't crippled- so, you must be too coward to trust in a real fight."
His eyes widened and his face whitened. His lips pulled back in a snarl, "I've-"
She nodded and interruped him, "-Been a yellow sonofabitch since birth, yeah. I know the type-yammering about 'Honour' while trying desperately to avoid doing anything risky. In your earlier life, were you a pimp, or a Spike Dealer? C'mon, you know your Imperial Chicken-heart isn't gonna let me live, fess up to it-without Palpatine, you'd be in jail for hawking your little sister to pedophiles, wouldn't you?"
He backhanded her, and she laughed at him again.
"C'mon, is that the best you can do, Coward?" she asked, from the floor, "Beating up little girls must be your MOS... Aww, come on, not the tranqs, I thought your boss wanted someone who'll scream entertainingly! You know he can't get it up with a real woman!" She felt him lift her up, and carry her into the medical examination room.
"Oh, Hi Doc! as you can see, I'm still not quite sane..." Sarah said, winking at the doctor, "But if you've got some Thorazine I'll be right fixed up...not." The medical tech looked her over, gave her a gynecological exam, and pronounced her "fit".
"Goody! this is the part where you drug me into incoherence, right?" she asked.
"Not this time, this time, his nibs wants some sport." The medtech said.
Sarah shrugged, "Too bad, I heard he's ugly." She fixed her guard with both eyes, "The only thing worse than being raped by an old pervert, is being raped by an old pervert who's ugly and smells bad. Fido here can testify to that, I heard he sold his little sister for the price of a bottle of plonk." She tossed her head when the guard started shaking.
"Oh, don't worry, It's going to be painful and disgusting enough without doing what Amy did, I don't feel like dying with a syringe and that man's cock trying to share space in my body. It's degrading enough having to deal with you."
The Medical tech sighed, and looked sad.
Sarah caught it. "Don't worry, even with all this preparation, I don't think it's possible for your Emperor to Ever be a Real Man- REAL men don't screw little girls because REAL men aren't afraid of Women, or Death."
She got up, stood up straight, and said, "Okay, let's go give his royal pervertedness some fun, shall we?"

Somewhere north of Blood Pass...

Dinh stopped the jeep. "Wake up." Alex shifted, and sat up. "What?" Dinh pointed out the windows.
"We're almost there, Alex. They've got lights."
Understanding dawned on Alex's face. "Oh... That means I'm driving, right?"
Dinh nodded, "You're driving."
They changed positions.

They passed a highway sign, "Blood Pass War Memorial-2 Kilometers".

"Gun." Dinh said quietly, adding, "Stop the car."
The Jeep stopped, Alex shook his head, "all I've got is my sniper rifle, and that's got a scope..."
Dinh nodded, "I see... okay, I'm getting out, I smell a trap-if you go in there on your own, then maybe they let you go-maybe they'll think you escaped."
Alex looked hurt. "But-"
Dinh shook his head, "but nothing, Alex. I've been listening to the radio while you slept-they're saying I took you hostage, if those lights up ahead aren't ARP, then they'll likely let you go home in one piece. If they are, no harm done, and they'll understand the caution."
Alex nodded, "Okay then...What if they aren't ARP, and think I'm in with you, then?" he asked.
Dinh shrugged, "Start shooting, fight back, don't let them take you alive." he said, climbed out, and closed the door behind him.

OOC: Can you post them all on one thread? This one preferably. I'll let you continue Sharah and the other slaves storys.

3 hours before Alex and Dinh reached blood pass.
The Emporer waited for his whore and another report came through, a unlicanced Inderpendent hitman plane had been found on Radar and a few fighters had followed it and found out where it had landed, it looked as though they had found the ARP HQ. "Send a squad of 90 ASS in and take as many as you can prisinor. After that send in all the Aust Troopers in the area to wipe them out."

The ASS 15 hours later

Their where 90 ASS approching the vally, where the ARP had made a makeshift airport, they where unloading things, their was a airvent to the south and they got in, all 90 of them following their secton leader. He led them through the maze of passages deep into the heart of ARP HQ they reached a final vent above Breakfast BAr full of children, prime catches. They prepared to drop

[Alex, 30 minuates before the ASS post [/i]

Alex lay upon the bed in the ARP HQ, at blood pass. Dinh was sleeping the day away downstairs in his own room, not that their was any day anymore just darkness. Outside it had begun too snow another problem with living in the Artic circle. The got up and got dressed, their where his old cloathes and a wide veriaty of millatary uniforms.
The tried to rember what happened last night, it was all a blur of bright lights and men in white coats, he gave up and went through the door to get a meal.
Which way to go? He didn't know, but he guessed and went left, the oppersit way to the Breakfast BAr, he got turned round and found his way. Their where quite a few kids in the ARP HQ, those that Inderpendent Hitmen couldn't airlift out.
He went and got a bowl of cherrios and waited for Dinh to arrive. He did a few moments later wearing dark Day Vision goggles. He two grabbed a bowl of cerial, took a few minates to work out how to open it and began to eat.
Then the ASS dropped, it was quick for the two boys, they where right beneath the vent, one punch and they both fell unconcouse to the floor.

The ARP forces responded quicky and surrounded the door to the Breakfast Bar making the ASS fight. The ASS commander was clever though and set a guard of only 15 men on the door so that those few could hold out while the others could drag away the hostages, but he had counted without the ingernewerty of the ARP, they use all means they knew to blast their way through the opperition, Rocket launches and machine guns where used with deadly efficantcy. But still the ASS escaped with the prisinors, but also with a bloodyed nose.

ASS losses: 18 dead. 29 wounded
ARP losses: 23 dead 67 wounded 103 captured.



"Wheres my Girl!?" The Emporer exclamed.
"She's being drugged your highness."
"I don't care about drugs I want her alive and working fully not drugged just bring her here!"
"Sir, one last thing, the ASS commander wishes to see you, he has a feild report about the ARP forces. He managed to take 103 prisinors and says that he balives their where high ARP losses, however he had 47 casultys including 18 deaths. He says the ARP are strong and recuests that we pool rescources before attacking. Also that boy you wanted was among the captured."
"Give that man a prmotion, the ASS commander and he can take charge of the forces attacking blood pass, give him everything he needs. I want that boy here first thing in the morning."
"What about the other boy?"
"Send him to the mines."
"Yes sir."



OOC: I'll do Alexs story you do Dinhs and Sarahs. I'll also do the Aust forces vs the ARP

OOC: My special ops can they be summoned to help in the pursuit of the retreating ASS?

IC:

Colonel O'Neill was awoken rather rudely from his sleep by a burst of gunfire coming from deep within the ARP held area. Rising swiflty he picked up his M4 and donned his armoured vest and baseball cap. He had just got out of his tent when his second in command Major Tomkinson ran up to him.

"Sir, Bravo team is reporting that we have ASS troops within the perimeter. Fire-fight appears to be to the North of us. Not much information atm. Charlie and Alpha report that they are holding the line with a company of ARP troops and have seen no hostile movement in their sectors. They have claymores rigged on all of the routes out that way."


"Roger that Major." he keyed his personal radio for communication with all his teams. "Alpha team, this is 6, report to the airstrip asap"

Within two minutes they were there and were heading in a commandered truck towards where fighting had been reported. In the back the troopers cocked their weapons and checked their NightVision goggles, making sure they were secured properly they put them on and flicked the switches. They now saw everything in green.

clever though and set a guard of only 15 men on the door so that those few could hold out while the others could drag away the hostages, but he had counted without the ingernewerty of the ARP, they use all means they knew to blast their way through the opperition, Rocket launches and machine guns where used with deadly efficantcy. But still the ASS escaped with the prisinors, but also with a bloodyed nose.

ASS losses: 18 dead. 29 wounded
ARP losses: 23 dead 67 wounded 103 captured.



"Wheres my Girl!?" The Emporer exclamed.
"She's being drugged your highness."
"I don't care about drugs I want her alive and working fully not drugged just bring her here!"
"Sir, one last thing, the ASS commander wishes to see you, he has a feild report about the ARP forces. He managed to take 103 prisinors and says that he balives their where high ARP losses, however he had 47 casultys including 18 deaths. He says the ARP are strong and recuests that we pool rescources before attacking. Also that boy you wanted was among the captured."
"Give that man a prmotion, the ASS commander and he can take charge of the forces attacking blood pass, give him everything he needs. I want that boy here first thing in the morning."
"What about the other boy?"
"Send him to the mines."
"Yes sir."



OOC: I'll do Alexs story you do Dinhs and Sarahs. I'll also do the Aust forces vs the ARP[/quote]

"...keep it up, brat, I'm going to just LOVE hearing you scream." The guard's voice echoed as they neared the Emperor's chambers.
Sarah's voice rejoined his, clear as a bell, young and innocent of tone-but with a compelling edge- more the Mistress, than the Slave.
"As you should, worm. I'm about to have more attention from your 'Leader' than you can manage on your own with all the training and resources at your disposal-not that training makes you any better, you're still just a sniveling, quailing, crawling, sycophant- he has to Break me, you're already domesticated, like a shit-sniffing dog, but without the redeeming qualities."

The door opened, and she caught herself up when she was shoved in.

Amy had been sullen, Lien, living dead-both already 'broken' in some way.
The scar-faced little girl standing naked in front of the Emperor was neither-her pose was dignified, her eyes, without fear or hope or hate.
She surveyed him as if he were the one naked and abased.
"So, You're Palpatine, Emperor of these spineless worms. I see you set a good example for your followers- a mix of cowardice and false bravado reinforced with mindlessness and uncontrolled lusts, and yet, I'd hoped you would at least be taller." She crossed her arms, "After all, a Barbarian should at least be impressive-looking."

With a twitch of his hand, the whip snapped out, striping her across the chest. She didn't quail, but the force did shake her balance for a moment.
"I've been set on fire, 'Emperor', there isn't a pain in existence that can match that." she walked toward him-inside the reach of the whip.
"Here's how it's going to work, You're going to rape me, then, you're going to kill me-that's a given. It's all you're really capable of-you can't get it up with a REAL woman, and no FREE woman would let a creature like you touch her." She advanced, and he stepped back, opening the distance for the whip, and looking puzzled, it wasn't supposed to happen this way.
"I, of course, will scream, and curse you while you're doing it-that's how it is done, that is how it has happened twice before, and you're after helping number three. This will help you shore up your weak and pathetic ego-no doubt the result of an abusive mother and a neglectful father who failed to teach you the basic skills of an Honourable man. At some point, I will struggle too hard, and you'll either choke me to death like you did Lien, or break my neck like you did to Amy. This is also a given, and no amount of begging, pleading, Fighting, cooperating, or crying will halt that process-it is fated to be so-but, before we begin with the fun and the games, You may be the Emperor, and I may be the slave, but you are not my superior- you simply hold more rank." She spat on his floor, and he just watched-almost appreciatively, like a good audience.
"Is that all?" Palpatine asked.
Sarah snorted. "You are not a man. You look like one, you're cunning like a man-but you are no man at all- You are less than a boy, wrapped uncomfortably in a man's body, and you need surgery to give you that. You licked an ass, and stabbed it in the back to gain your post, you fear your own people, and you fear me." She folded her arms.
He laughed, "Why should I fear you?" he asked, a glint of humour in his eye.
She shrugged, "That, I can't tell you. The precautions your spineless worms the guards took bringing me here proves it more than anything you can do will ever disprove it. Your choice of me, someone below child-bearing age, as a sex-toy proves you incontinent with real women-my guess would be you are impotent with the real thing, and need little girls to get off, like a trenchcoat-pervert in an American Police Movie. What is more, is you need the screaming to get off-like most cowards, you need to prove to yourself you have power, because deep inside, you're terrified that you really don't." She set her feet, and added, "You, sir, are a weakling pretending to be strong. You can kill me, but you won't break me, because there is nothing you can threaten that you aren't going to do anyway."
He dropped the whip, and grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her off the ground, "I tire of this."
"ooh, ah. eek. the monster has me." she said it mockingly, in a flat, contemptful, tone. "Are we going to proceed straight to the frustrated killing part now?" she asked, mock-sweetly.
He turned, and hurled her at the bed.
She landed-briefly showing a hint of expertise-a perfect tumble to a safe position, then, she sat on the edge of the bed. "That's it? I mortally insult you, and that's it??" her tone was incredulous, dripping with more acid contempt.
he huffed for a moment. and glared at her. "Defiance." he snarled.
She shrugged, "What have I to lose, that You won't take anyway? It's not like you can actually handle a conversation with real people, anymore than those worms guarding the rest of us can... You're simply incapable of reasoned discourse or rational thought. Less than an animal. no wonder you can't handle a real woman."
His fists clenched, and unclenched, his eyes burned with fire. "I can have you impaled." he said.
She shrugged, "Yes, yes you can. It won't make what I've said any less true-but if it makes you feel better..."
Instead, he turned, strode over to the desk, and pulled the chair out. He then proceeded to sit down, studying her.
"what was your name?" he asked.
She shrugged, "Sarah Timney." she replied.
He nodded, "I see... your family were nobility?" he asked-he seemed interested.
She shook her head, "Commoners, as you would put it-my father was killed in a harvester accident, my mother worked as a domestic on the Cu'ong's plantation-until three years ago, when Amy decided to start thinning the herd a bit."
He nodded slowly, "Thinning the herd-she was a murderess?" he asked.
She nodded again, "Yes. I was a Ward of the District-full time School for a year, no vacations since there was no where to go, and no income to take them with beyond the Stipend from the State."

He leaned back. "Orphaned... a ward of the State..." he sighed, a disgusted sound. "Where were your records?" he asked.
She shrugged, "Wards get filed at the District Capitol, your planes probably burnt them up. Amy was awaiting trial-she'd only been caught recently, after she... well... they found out about her fairly recently. Are you going to kill me yet?"

He shook his head, "No. Not yet." he fixed her with his eyes, "You're the first Slave I've ever seen that had any backbone. I want to find out how you tick, so I can break you." His lips split into a confident grin, "And I will, you know."
She shrugged, "Maybe-maybe you'll get angry and just finish the job."
He started to laugh.
and laugh.
and laugh.
"You'll do. you see, you have me all wrong- I Love a challenge. The other two-their resistance was too crude, too... unrefined. YOU are going to be FUN." His lips skinned back from his teeth in a vicious grin.
Sarah just snorted. "I may break you first, Palpatine." she said.
He laughed again, and simply commented, "You will be a most refreshing recreational project, Sarah, a fine distraction from the dull routine of running my Empire." He stood up, looming over her, "I'm going to make sure you Live long enough to break-and when I have broken you, then..." he leaned down, nose to nose with her, "THEN, I will make you eat every single word."
She just shook her head, "No, you won't, because you fundamentally can't-you are not capable of understanding me, much less understanding how I function well enough to do that." her eyes were narrowed in harsh judgement, "You'll fall back on your usual patterns, and My escape will be assured by your temper, and your inability to control yourself."

OOC; Nice post.

IC: Alex awoke in a plain white room with nothing but a bed in it. He couldn't see Dinh and once again his memory was hazy, he couldn't rember what happened just a dark shape falling....
Someone had stripped him he noticed a black security camra in the far right corner and felt ashamed. What had happened? A men in blue overalls marched in dehind him he dragged a iron furnice. "What is this?" Alex demanded in Austian, "Whats going on?"
"quiet slave." The man replied. Slave thought alex, that means me and Dinh must have been captured. And from what Dinh had told him he knew what that furnice meant. The man pulled out a white hot iron rod tipped with the letter P for Palpatine. Alex backed away from the heat, but the man still came holding it level with Alex right cheast. Alex reached a wall, the man stabbed. Agony. His skin burnt and he screamed in pain, marked for life.
After a few moments the man spoke again, "Up." Alex obayed to hurt not to. "Out." Alex did so.
"So where are you taking me?"
"Down the mines."

OOC: Ill take that as a no then.

IC: The truck arrived at the sight of the main firefight to find a scene of destruction. There were bits of mansonary everywhere from rocket hits that had scattered it like confetti in a breeze.
Colonel O'Neill looked over the scene from the cab of the truck. He slowly got out, taking his M4 with him. His team fanned out with the order to dismount and swept outwards whilst the Colonel and his second in command searched the area for any survivors. They found three badly wounded men who had been hit by a grenade and several bodies.
After another five minutes of searching a company of ARP troops arrived to take over the search whilst Alpha team headed back to the airstrip to provide security for a C-130 that was inbound with AT4 launchers.

On the ride back Colonel O'Neill sat in the back of the truck with Sergeant Willis showing him satilite pictures of ASS troops making there way back away from the pass. There were also disturbing pictures of enemy troops massing in areas close to the ARP frontier.

It was late afternoon on Rotovia and pillars of orange light danced accross the floor of the President's Office, a picturesque reflection of the sunlight glistening from the Central Government Building accross the street from his window.

The President sat alone typing away busily on his laptop managing the affairs of his nation, though he could just as easily be playing solitaire from wear the Vice President stould. She was a young woman, one of the youngest females to ever become a Senator in Rotovia and certainly the youngest to acheive the office of Vice President. Though noone could mistake the power this woman yeilded, with her ice cold blue eyes she could see right through a person and chill there souls. But like all Rotovians, she was a sucker for the President.

VicePresident: "You Eminency. we have received a communication from the natio of Aust"

President: "Aust... Aust, where do I know that name from?"

VicePresident: "Lady Nicoletta, your cousin was going to marry an aristocrat from Aust"

With a gentle incline of his head the President indicated she should sit on one the five ornate chairs that fit easily infront of his desk, he flicked through the file and stopped abruptly.

President: "Have Nicoletta stay in Rotovia, Joít yji voi'r nóurie!"

Julia raised one eyebrow noticing the President speaking in Ro'tajda. Rotovia's ancient language that was generally reserved for the gravest concerns of Rotovia's elite, afterall they were the only one's who bothered to learn the dead langauge.

VicePresident: "Of course, the last thing we want is her arriving in Aust under such circumstances"

The President's Secretary enters and nods in apology towards the Vice President before continuing.

Secretary: "Nicoletta's on the phone, she just touched down in Aust..."

The Emporer could afford no more outside interferance and so he would have to get rid of Nicoletta. It was a simple plan, an elite guard who would pretend to be their to guard her would line up. She would get of the plane, they would shoot her bodyguards and take her captave, as a slave, the whole thing would be blamed on ARP terrorist who had kidnapped her.

The Emporer could afford no more outside interferance and so he would have to get rid of Nicoletta. It was a simple plan, an elite guard who would pretend to be their to guard her would line up. She would get of the plane, they would shoot her bodyguards and take her captave, as a slave, the whole thing would be blamed on ARP terrorist who had kidnapped her.

Sarah listened from her spot- The Emperor decided she was to be maintained nearby even in working hours so that he could observe her more closely.
After the ASS commander left, She started to giggle. He turned, and looked at her.
"Well, What is it?" he asked.
She dropped from her chain-enforced crouch, into a seated position on the floor, and fixed him with a serene face. "That was a very stupid thing to do." she said, and continued, "It presumes that they are as gullible as your toadies in the court-so far, the ARP has had exactly Zero effectiveness-in fact, they haven't even been able, according to rumours, to even carry out one attack. Nicoletta's landing is in the Capitol, which is here-and under your most direct control. Taking her captive, and blaming Terrorists will elicit one of two responses. One: They believe you, and insist upon 'Helping' you to capture the culprits. You don't want further foreign interference, this contradicts that goal, and if they either can't 'help', or land a force sufficient to help, you can't control their access well enough in an investigation situation to keep them from finding out what you're about, and possibly where she is.
Possibility Two: They Don't believe you- Two is more likely than the first, since the ARP has been so ineffectual, failing even to gain solid support from your nation's most notorious enemies. An operation capable of penetrating your National Security to kidnap a high-ranking foreigner inside your capital city is certainly more effective than a bunch of disorganized rabble-well, it makes a joke of your public image of being in control. Repeated failure by the ASS to recover her intact will be seen as a weakness by your Enemies offshore-and that means trouble for your reign, and eventually, foreign intervention." She brought her knees up, and propped her chin on them. Waiting.
He frowned. "What do you think would be a 'Smart' move, then?" he asked.
She shrugged, "Rush her back up the ramp, back into her plane, tell them you can't guarantee her safety, and send her home as quickly and quietly as possible... Tell her there is a Nativist movement that does not like Foreigners, and that they have been making threats against anyone who shows the slightest friendship or support for your rule." She sighed, adding, "A move like that would make nations unfamiliar with the situation as it truly is, tend to view the ARP and their few supporters as Terrorists-a move that will cost them far more credibility internationally than a successful kidnapping would."

*tag*

OOC: is this an open rp? is there a specific role that you want me to play, or should i just choose something logical? meh. whatever...i'll do this tomorrow...sleep calls.

"I shall do that then. You seem to be right. However I wouldn't call the ARP useless their your last chance of salvation, I do have another one of your pityful kind here for you do meet. Bring him in Jeff."
An aide lead a sullen Dinh in.

Sarah looked at the Emperor, "I don't believe in salvation, that carrot doesn't work on me." He just snorted a laugh.

Dinh was still blind-this time, someone had the courtesy to just wrap his eyes with a band of cloth.

"Well... you've got several of us here, ya old pervert." he heard a girl's voice say.

Sarah watched them bring Dinh Pham in, and sighed. "well... you're still alive." she added to her earlier statement. His head jerked around, trying to spot her with his ears. She rattled the chains. "Over here, dumbass... say, isn't that someone else's property mark on him, there, Palpatine? Rooking one of your own?" She let her voice lilt back into mocking tones.

Palpatine's expression slipped-slightly. "No. Shivers overstepped bounds." he said.
She laughed, "Gee, the ones around here wouldn't shit without your say-so, this Shivers person must be only a few steps short of being human."

Dinh started working at his bonds while the girl's voice continued to goad the Emperor.

"Jeff, wasn't he wearing something on his face when you had him retrieved?" The Emperor asked.

Sarah leaned back on her chains, listening to the exchange.

"These, Your majesty." a shape Sarah recognized was handed over.

"Good. I can't have a manservant who's blind-and I want him to see this." Palpatine said, and made a gesture. Two guards stepped forward, one pinned Dinh's (already bound) arms, the other exchanged the blindfold for a pair of heavily tinted goggles.

Dinh opened his eyes.
The Emperor of Aust was bigger than him.
and had one of his people, a young girl, chained to a block next to the throne like some kind of wild animal.

He almost recognized her-it took a moment to resolve the face in his head.

"Hi Dinh." She said, and grinned, "At this rate, we're going to be the only smart people with any guts in the whole damn palace. everyone else got sent to the mines-cept your Bro Tommy, he had a reaction and died on the plane." Her apparent good humour was a freakish mask thanks to the scarring, giving her a mad, twisted, look-like some kind of demented wizard's familiar.

"When I get loose..." Dinh said in a low, growling, tone.

Palpatine's face lit up, "You'll do what you're told, and this is why..."

A flat-screen display lit up, showing the mines. Dinh looked at it, and gasped, "But-"

Palpatine laughed, "Your 'friend' Alex was quite...talkative under truth drugs. As long as you obey, he will not be harmed or recieve... 'special' attention. Unlike the little bitch here, " he cuffed Sarah's unscarred right ear, "YOU have loyalties, and don't want to see them suffer. I can't seem to get the idea through HER head, but then, she's a... special project."

On the screen, the overseer whipped a tired-looking woman using something that made her whole body thrash.

Dinh cringed from the sight, Sarah regarded it, and him, with clinical detatchment. "Inefficient." she said, "No matter how hard you work them, it's still inefficient. under those conditions, one cave-in, and you lose your leverage on Mister Pham here...ALL your leverage." Her tone was contemptful, as if she were instructing a particularly dense and stupid person in something drearily easy. "Without the busted peg, and without the glasses, he could still take most of the worms you've got strutting around in uniform around here, and with the glasses, he doesn't even have to get the lights out first."

Palpatine ignored her commentary, which began drifting into his own personal defects and failings. He strode up, and unlocked Dinh's chains.
"You work for me, understand? You work well, your friend is treated well, you don't, he and the others are given extra punishments." The Emperor gestured at the screen, "I have thirty of your people left-if necessary, I can reduce the number until you understand your place. Do you understand, or do I need to demonstrate?"

Dinh nodded. He understood.

Palpatine smiled, "Good. Jeff, get my new manservant cleaned up, and get that leg looked at-it simply won't do to have a cripple... and fix the brand! It's inappropriate for my property to be so marked."

Sarah, the Emperor noticed, did not make fun of the boy.

"Like him, do you?" he asked.
She looked at him, and said, "Yucky. No. Dinh's a nice guy, but that's it. You see the look mr. spineless gave when I talked about him? Making your fellow Jeff scared of Dinh Pham is worth at least the cuffing, you gonna kill me yet?"

Palpatine grinned wider, "Not even a little bit? Come on...you can't be totally heartless...he's considered fairly attractive, I know that..."

She rolled her eyes, and said, "Remember? Pre Pubescent, geh... I'm not supposed to lose my brains to hormones for another couple of years! by then, I'll be dead, and you'll be molesting someone else. probably going to be molesting someone else anyway, once the stitching is healed..."

He made a disgusted noise, and returned to his throne. "You, Sarah, are quite possibly the most screwed up individual I have ever met." he groused.

She shrugged, "You try getting your face burned off, having some bored medtech probing your crotch looking for sharps, and spending all day watching people who are allegedly older than you act like compleat morons while chained to the chair of a man older than your father who has a thing for little girls. See how long it takes you to get screwed up... and I won't even go into the nausea-inducers who come in here asking for favours and toadying." she rocked back, using the chain for support, and sighed.

"Nausea Inducers... you have an interesting turn of phrase. Slept well last night?" he asked her, innocently.

She laughed, "After throwing up for eight hours? yeah, I slept well enough-at least, well enough to keep up with you. Heard you groaning when you got up to piss-sounded like your pecker was on fire, and the stream sounded like a faucet-drip in the girl's bathroom at the school. You sure you didn't get an infection?" her tone was deep with spite.

He gritted his teeth, and clenched his fingers for a moment. "You're going to pay for that." he said.

She shrugged, "So I will-it won't make it less true, but I suppose your fragile ego needs the boost... what's it to be today? Pain inducers? More Nausea inducers, or are we going for the electric-current straight to the brain this morning?"

He drummed his fingers. and smiled.

"No... not that. I have a... more entertaining idea..."
and he laughed.
Sarah regarded him with unreserved contempt. Whatever it was, it would be unpleasant, she knew that-as to what sort of unpleasant, she was unsure, but she knew it would probably be something that was meant to be degrading, as well as painful.

He patted her on the head, like a dog, she tried to bite-he "Newspaper" slapped her, and leashed her. "Come along, we're going for a walk."

OOC: Could i have some guidlines as to what part/if any i will play in the forthcoming events.

OOC: Could i have some guidlines as to what part/if any i will play in the forthcoming events.

OOC: Could i have some guidlines as to what part/if any i will play in the forthcoming events.

The emporer wasn't happy, the girl hadn't done anything, she had just sat, she was alive but it wasn't fun, he liked his people alive. He knew what to do. He wanted one that would run and scream and fight, he convayed his instructions to Josh again. "Find me another, same age but one who will run and fight, I don't care what she looks like as nice as you can at best."

The had worked out what to do with NK slaves. Send them down the mines, the old pit at Chenobal, was perfect, under the eye of an overseer the slaves would hew coal. The older ones, above 13 would be hewers and the younger ones hurryers. The would chained to the carts or the floor, only with a pick and crate. If they slowed down with their work they would be beaten or whipped, no cloaths would be allowed.

They would sleep for 7 hours, have 10 minuates for lunch and dinner and 5 minuates for Breakfast. This way the slves could be watched by one overseer, kept alive and be broken.


The Guards came back, and one of them pointed out another victim.
Sarah Timney's ancestor was a Royal Marine stranded in Vietnam by the Plague. The combination of red hair, green eyes, and Asian skin would have given her (when she grew up) an exotic beauty-that was before burning debris turned half her face into a scaly colloid of scar tissue.
People react differently to violent suppression, Lien had reacted by pulling into her self until she couldn't be reached. Sarah reacted by turning more hateful than could easily be imagined by a sane person.
"Oh, so he's Not into dead people." she remarked, adding, "I'm coming, rover." The guard cuffed her on the scarred side-where it wouldn't be seen, she just turned a regard of scorn back up at him.
"I'd fight back, but you're wearing armour, and it wouldn't do any good, Rover. Is Fido coming too?" she gestured at the other guard, adding, "I'm sure he is, you're too much of a coward to deal with any of us one on one."
He hauled her out by her hair, eliciting a curse.
"This one'll fight, tell his Majesty." The guard said to a third outside the pen.
Sarah managed a shout, "LICK HIS ASS GOOD! MAKE SURE YOU GET IT CLEAN, BUTCH!"
This elicited a kick-and she laughed, mockingly.
"Best you can do? Of course it is-you're here, instead of on the front, which means you're just a spineless lackey..." she smiled up at him, "In-Vert-a-Brate. I should not insult dogs comparing you to them." He shoved her into a wall.
"I am NOT a COWARD!" he shouted at her.
Sarah grinned up at him, "Yes you are. It took a whole bunch of your Special Forces, with Bomber support, to get me here, I've only been off tranquilizers for three days, and you're just brave enough to rough up a twelve-year-old girl-as long as your buddies are here to help you, and her hands are bound. You're here, last I heard on the grapevine, your comrades were out fighting the Phyirrics, but you're still here-and you ain't crippled- so, you must be too coward to trust in a real fight."
His eyes widened and his face whitened. His lips pulled back in a snarl, "I've-"
She nodded and interruped him, "-Been a yellow sonofabitch since birth, yeah. I know the type-yammering about 'Honour' while trying desperately to avoid doing anything risky. In your earlier life, were you a pimp, or a Spike Dealer? C'mon, you know your Imperial Chicken-heart isn't gonna let me live, fess up to it-without Palpatine, you'd be in jail for hawking your little sister to pedophiles, wouldn't you?"
He backhanded her, and she laughed at him again.
"C'mon, is that the best you can do, Coward?" she asked, from the floor, "Beating up little girls must be your MOS... Aww, come on, not the tranqs, I thought your boss wanted someone who'll scream entertainingly! You know he can't get it up with a real woman!" She felt him lift her up, and carry her into the medical examination room.
"Oh, Hi Doc! as you can see, I'm still not quite sane..." Sarah said, winking at the doctor, "But if you've got some Thorazine I'll be right fixed up...not." The medical tech looked her over, gave her a gynecological exam, and pronounced her "fit".
"Goody! this is the part where you drug me into incoherence, right?" she asked.
"Not this time, this time, his nibs wants some sport." The medtech said.
Sarah shrugged, "Too bad, I heard he's ugly." She fixed her guard with both eyes, "The only thing worse than being raped by an old pervert, is being raped by an old pervert who's ugly and smells bad. Fido here can testify to that, I heard he sold his little sister for the price of a bottle of plonk." She tossed her head when the guard started shaking.
"Oh, don't worry, It's going to be painful and disgusting enough without doing what Amy did, I don't feel like dying with a syringe and that man's cock trying to share space in my body. It's degrading enough having to deal with you."
The Medical tech sighed, and looked sad.
Sarah caught it. "Don't worry, even with all this preparation, I don't think it's possible for your Emperor to Ever be a Real Man- REAL men don't screw little girls because REAL men aren't afraid of Women, or Death."
She got up, stood up straight, and said, "Okay, let's go give his royal pervertedness some fun, shall we?"
Long!

OOC: Hitmen help the ARP prepare their defences.
You should see some of our other posts.



IC: Jeff ran in, panting. He pulled a cleaned up Dinh behind him "Sir, theirs a problem with that Rotovia lass. Shes already been marked and sent to the mines. (She'll meet Alex eventually.)"
"Tie that kid up somewhere, I'll let these too" He gestured to Dinh and Sarah, "Get to know each other." HE smiled as Jeff did as he asked tieing Dinh to a piller 6 meters away from Sarah.
"Now lets get this problem sorted out." The emporer left.

OOC: Hitmen help the ARP prepare their defences.
You should see some of our other posts.



IC: Jeff ran in, panting. He pulled a cleaned up Dinh behind him "Sir, theirs a problem with that Rotovia lass. Shes already been marked and sent to the mines. (She'll meet Alex eventually.)"
"Tie that kid up somewhere, I'll let these too" He gestured to Dinh and Sarah, "Get to know each other." HE smiled as Jeff did as he asked tieing Dinh to a piller 6 meters away from Sarah.
"Now lets get this problem sorted out." The emporer left.

OOC: Ok dokey

IC:
Colonel O'Neill and his team were supervising on the building of defences around the ARP's southern border as it was now known.
The unit he was with had just finished training with its brand new AT-4 Rocket Launchers and G3s on an improvised firing range. They had performed ok, but no more than that. Currently this company had 18 bunkers to defend a 2 mile strech of land and was dangerously spread out.
They had a number of trenches linking up the bunkers, but these were mearly 2 feet deep and lined with sandbags. They were changing that.
While IH doctrine stated that a good defence is born of an offense, there was no possibility of attacking the superior ASS at this time so they had to make do with the best available. Aircraft were trickiling in supplies to the troops, and they were becoming better everyday.

Colonel O'Neill turned and started off to the command post to talk about the positions of their only armour and artillery units.

Sarah looked across the room at Dinh. "Well, they cleaned you up, at least." she said.
He nodded, and looked miserable.
She cut him a grin. "You know what your problem is?" she asked.
He looked at her, "What?" he responded.
she dropped back down into her sitting-squatting position.

"You're thinking you can get out of here using conventional tactics, you think that maybe because we're surrounded by rigid morons, that maybe you can get out and rescue your buddy." She shook her head, "Drop the idea now-they're stupid, and they're rigid, but the way the place is set up, you don't need as much IQ as your brother Tommy had to keep someone in."
She tapped the chain, and added, "Once upon a time, these Austians were pretty clever folks-those clever folks set up a system in this place that even the brain-dead could use effectively."

He grunted. "What's the other alternative, then? Give up, like you did?" his tone was almost as acid as hers.

Sarah grinned, "Eventually, he'll get sick of trying to convert me-then, I will escape beyond anyone's reach."
Dinh grunted. "You really believe in that crap?" he asked.

Sarah shrugged, "Yeah, I do. Flesh is a Prison, and death is the end of all responsibilities." she said it brightly, and sincerely.

He snorted. "Why're you still here, then?"

She sighed, "I'm-We're better watched than that now. When the opportunity was there, I wasn't able, and when I became able... well..." She grimaced, "They'd figured out that we would take it. They stole over forty of us, but there were only twenty-five or so left when he sent the others to the mines... your sisters escaped into the next life before the guards could stop them. Your Mother was caught in the blast, she escaped capture entirely."

He groaned, and leaned against the column, shaking.

Sarah cocked her head, "Why mourn? unless you're feeling sorry for yourself..."

He glared at her.

Alex heaved the pick again into the coal wall, causing a minute about of the black stuff to fall from the walls. He was exausted and sweating in the half darkness, though it was freezing cold. Next to him he could dimly sea more slaves hacking into the rock face. A girl younger than 9 came and picked up the coal that head fallen by his feet, he reconised this one, she had done that job several times before.
He was misrable, he had failed. He had lost all his honour to try to save Dinh and instead of saving him he had taken his freind into the worst possable servitude. That was of course if Dinh wasn't dead. Seeing the way they where captured it seemed likely that he was dead.
A whistle sounded and with the rest of the slaves he trooped of for some food.

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Slowly, an army gathered. Divisions such as the Death Squad and the ASS Deaths Head arrived first along with the light devison, soon the 31st,32nd,33rd,34th,35th,36,78th,90th,104th,403rd had arrived as well as two tank corps. Over 50,000 men, still less than what the ARP had but more where arriving around 5,000 every day.

OOC: This is another message in a long running Saga about the new Emporers of Aust's coming to the throne (Throgh devious means), wars with Nuevo Kowloon(Where he killed their entire population) his wars with Inderpendent Hitmen, Phyrric, that included, War with Credonia thread, The new reconing thread, Aust massicars Credonian citizens thread, The murder of an Emporer thread, The ARP breaks into open rebellion thread, Depose a Dictator thread. If you havn't joined join now.

The emporer sat upon the marbel throne of Aust in butiful Imperial palace that towared above the sprawling mass of Aust City as far as the eye could see. It was winter and in the arctic that means no light so the only light was from flame lamps. At his feet where two Nuevo Kowloonian slaves, naked and scared their backs scared from his whipping.
In the past month he had taken the throne of Aust, destroyed a nation, been invaded, come on the brink of a world war, legilised slavery and had had to have major sergury. One hell of a month, now it was over, the invadeders had been destroyed or fled and most oppersition to his reign had been defeated. Life was good.
An aide ran in, panting. "Sir, the latest message from the ARP, it's a biggy sir. It might get the other nations of the international community to attack again." The emporer read the message. It was not good.

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----to all international nations that may help------


From: ARP
To: All nations
The ARP (Aust risistance party) has today declared war upon the emporer. Spoeaking from a secret fortress, the ARP leader made it clear hat he would not relent until the 'Child killing, slave taking, woman raping, nation attacking dark lord' was distroyed. He made a stirring speech, and has just given a ultimatium to the goverment.

1) The Emporer must step down.
2) Aust forces must withdraw from NK
3) Slavery must be made illigal.
4) Woman must be given equal rights
5) And apology will be given to NK

This has been refused and the goverment has said it will crush the rebles. The ARP are against the newest legislations and actions that the Emporer has brought in since he came to power 5 weeks ago.

1) Slavery is allowed and encouraged in all political prisinors, woman and foregign nationals. Slaves have no rights, must be tagged with a brand and wear only trausers and skirts.

2) All women are slaves and marryed women are given to their husbands. Unmarried women (Over 13) Are given 1 to every male (Over 13) Surples will be auctianed out as will male slaves.

3) Girls (Under 13) are taken from their mothers after 3 months and are taken to 'schools' where they are taught for 13 years how to keep house, plesure their men and hat men are superour.

4) The war against NK. For sheltering anti-emporer people the nation Nevro Kowloon has been attacked, over 500,000 have died and many more will do, within the last hour over 200,000 missiles have been launched as well as 30,000 chemical missiles.

5) The killing of the old Emporer. The new emporer has killed the old emporer (Emporer John, he was 13) and took his throne.

We ask for aid as we do not have the strengh to takje him on, if we win we shall reinstate the old royal familly and give women and slaves equal rights as well as pulling out of NK. But we need aid. We cannot win without you. Please help us.

From
Robert Obsquris
ARP Foregn minister


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The emporer swore, if his people read this it could be the end of his reign. "Find the ARP, do whatever you can, just destroy them!"

Alex heaved the pick again into the coal wall, causing a minute about of the black stuff to fall from the walls. He was exausted and sweating in the half darkness, though it was freezing cold. Next to him he could dimly sea more slaves hacking into the rock face. A girl younger than 9 came and picked up the coal that head fallen by his feet, he reconised this one, she had done that job several times before.
He was misrable, he had failed. He had lost all his honour to try to save Dinh and instead of saving him he had taken his freind into the worst possable servitude. That was of course if Dinh wasn't dead. Seeing the way they where captured it seemed likely that he was dead.
A whistle sounded and with the rest of the slaves he trooped of for some food.

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Slowly, an army gathered. Divisions such as the Death Squad and the ASS Deaths Head arrived first along with the light devison, soon the 31st,32nd,33rd,34th,35th,36,78th,90th,104th,403rd had arrived as well as two tank corps. Over 50,000 men, still less than what the ARP had but more where arriving around 5,000 every day.

[ooc- If a Division in Aust terms is the same as it is in most usage, that's well over 273,000 men. If those are Regiments, that's still Two divisions, plus Two Corps (A corps is fifteen divisions in U.S. terms.) An explanation of how you're organized would be most useful.

The "Helen of Troy" was one of Rotovia's finest aircraft and the best suited to Nicoletta's fine tastes and a prime example of her grandior. H owever unlike your average CEO Lady Baccehus refused to answer any phone whilst in flight, prefering to instead enjoy the experience of flying. A decision she might soon regret as the plane touched down in Aust...

Alex heaved the pick again into the coal wall, causing a minute about of the black stuff to fall from the walls. He was exausted and sweating in the half darkness, though it was freezing cold. Next to him he could dimly sea more slaves hacking into the rock face. A girl younger than 9 came and picked up the coal that head fallen by his feet, he reconised this one, she had done that job several times before.
He was misrable, he had failed. He had lost all his honour to try to save Dinh and instead of saving him he had taken his freind into the worst possable servitude. That was of course if Dinh wasn't dead. Seeing the way they where captured it seemed likely that he was dead.
A whistle sounded and with the rest of the slaves he trooped of for some food.

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Slowly, an army gathered. Divisions such as the Death Squad and the ASS Deaths Head arrived first along with the light devison, soon the 31st,32nd,33rd,34th,35th,36,78th,90th,104th,403rd had arrived as well as two tank corps. Over 50,000 men, still less than what the ARP had but more where arriving around 5,000 every day.

[ooc- If a Division in Aust terms is the same as it is in most usage, that's well over 273,000 men. If those are Regiments, that's still Two divisions, plus Two Corps (A corps is fifteen divisions in U.S. terms.) An explanation of how you're organized would be most useful.

OOC: 1 Austian devision= 5 two battalion Regements (1 battalion=1000 men) so 1 devision is 10,000 men. 1 Tank Corp is 1,000 tanks. Most Austian regments are 2 battalions strong but one is a recruiting and holding battalion that dosn't go to war.


All the Austian Forces are clumped together in one place. Many pickets but they don't thinik their is any danger and so don't do much watching. Austian Forces are being supplyed by Forage. Plane and truck. As well as from the neaerest rail station 20 miles away. 3 shifts of guards in the night. 3 in the day. There camp is 1 mile by one mile but is expanding constantly.


Rotovia do you want to RP the kidnapping ect. She has to meet Alex.

BUMP for NK

OOC: So have her kidnapped and shipped of to a mine?

OOC: So have her kidnapped and shipped of to a mine?
Yes. It's not to far from the palace.

OOC: So have her kidnapped and shipped of to a mine?
Yes. It's not to far from the palace.

It took the Emperor six hours to come back. Of course, one should not leave any animal tethered, by itself, for six hours inside a building without some means of dealing with the ah... consequences.

It might not be fair to say she enjoyed making a mess, but... given the opulence of the surroundings, and the total lack of sanitary facilities, (and the ease with which the floor coverings soak up stains... and smells.) the little steaming pile of...stuff, was delivered with the same respect she'd shown her captors since coming down from the tranquilizers.

In short, she shat on the floor, and redecorated the throne monkey-style.
(for those who don't know-that means she threw the steaming, stinking, gunk at the Imperial chair-redecorating it, and several of the very expensive antique and impossible to clean wall-hangings. Sarah was a very naughty girl...)

Dinh's voice could be heard yelling at her for almost the full half-hour before the Emperor reappeared.

Naturally, the Palace staff arrived mere minutes before the Emperor returned.
Sarah looked up at him as he walked in, scowling. she grinned at him, and waggled filthy fingers. "Leave an animal chained up..." she said, and giggled.

Dinh was huddled against the pillar he'd been chained to, red with embarassment.

Palpatine sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment. "Jeff, did I not tell you to keep an eye on them?" he asked.
Jeff looked scared. "Y-yes m'lord..." he answered, turning pale.
"I presume, then, that you have an explanation why my slave was allowed to... foul the area?" he continued, adding, "It better be a very, very, good explanation, Jeff, your head rides on it."

The plane had come to a gentle stop and after a breif announced from the Captain the stairway lowered to the ground. It was followed swiftly by a roll of red carpet set to automatically cover the steps.

Her two body gaurds were Agents for the Rotovian Intelligence Bureu and wew donning the finest tailored suits, the first stould directly infront of the door, ready to open it, as the second went to get Nicoletta from her seat in her private room at the rear of the plane.

Agent: "Your Eminency, we have arrived"

Nicoletta: "Charles, pray fetch my bags."

A elderly gentleman collected a series of suitcases and bagan to follow her. Once they received the door the elederly man gripped a microphone as the two Agents opened the door.

Citizens of Aust, I give you Her Eminency Lady Nicoletta Baccheus

The words came booming from the plane and was followed by the Rotovian National Anthem's long emotive instrumental, as he man replaced the microphone.

Her gaurds stepped out first and the first fell down the stairs before anyone even heard the bang that echoed accross the tarcmac. The second Agent lurched as he attempted to ushed Nicoletta back into the plane.

Grasping at air he slipped over the guardrails and fell to his death, two more bangs screeched. Nicoletta turned to her left as a spray of blood hit her, her butler had been killed.

She paniced for and moments before remebed the scenario she had rehearsed a thousand times. However, by the time she had remembered to reach into her blouse to remove her handgun two soldiers were draggin her down the stairs.

They bustled her into a black car and as the door closed she screamed.

Nicoletta: "Do you have any idea who I am?"

Soldier: "We know exactly who you are, and if you want to live you will shut up... Your Eminency"

The soldiers laughed as the door slammed shut and Lady Baccehus wriled with anger. She had never been so offended in all her life, then again nothing like this would ever happen to the Fourth in Line to the Throne. Especially after President Baccheus adopted her six months ago, effective making her Second in Line to the Throne.

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Twelve hours later Nicoletta found herself being bundled into a lift a ordered to work in a mine. A burly guard approached her a slammed a shovel into her hands.

Guards: "You'll do the same work as everyone else here Princess"

Nicoletta: "That's Lady, my prefix is Lady..."

The guard only grunted and indicated she should start working. There was no doubting she looked out of place in the dark mine in her white Armoni suit. Not to mention the shovel did most certainly not suit her French Manicured nails.

She took a swing at the nearest clump of dirt sending the tip of one of her nails flying from her finger. With a light murmor she recoiled her hand to cup her finger.

Gaurd: "No room for that Princess!"

The guard leered at her. Nicoletta was not in the bussiness of taking insults and with her thumb procceded to break off the remaining tips on that hand, before taking a second swing.

The duke and his aides sat in the confrence room in blood pass along with the IH commander. A map was on the wall with coloured peg's on it each representing an Austian division. Their where a lot of pegs, all close together. A man in a Austian 3rd Bregad commanders uniform was pointing to the pegs with a long stick. ".....And here gentelmen we have the Havercakes, the 33rd El-solds. Next to them in the red is the first Tank corps. They are renowned as the best drivers in Aust. Then we come to the Cluster of Green pegs. All the light battalions. The 4th Amaritzian Rifles, the 1st Busted slingers, the Greens, the Royal Irish Rifles, the 93th Head Hunters. The yellow pegs are line battalions. As you can see their are over 45 of them including the Candadians, the White Scars, the Ultra Corp and the South Essex. So in totel they have 91,000 men from the line, 3,000 tanks. 38,000 Light, 45,000 Assult squads and 12,000 ASS."
One of the Dukes aides swore, "A Tanagos." The duke corrected him sharply in Austian. "Vinquish! So Mr Carter, the enermy are all clusted together, how do they get water?"
"About half from the mains the rest from Fi Tish" Carter smiled a msicivious glint in his eye. "A tompa pingdi em asnol?" He said slipping into Austain in his excitement. "Fi Tish?" One of the Inderpendent Hitmen asked.
"Water Trucks, know to the US army as the Water Buffalo. I was jsut saying to my freind here in Austian about them. They are giant trucks with a huge tanker full of water on them. Suppose we hijacked a few of them. Poisned the supply, cut half the supply off. If that happned then..."
"No!" Cried another aide, "We agreed that we would kill as few Austians as possable!"
"They won't die, just get a little dehydrated, and you can't send men into battle without any water."
"true."
"But still..."
"So it's agreed, right now who can do that, we'll need about 600 men I'd guess as the trucks will have an escort." Another man ran in, panting with sweat runiing down his face. "Sir. They've started advancing." The aide swore again but this time no one silanced him, they where all to busy swearing and cursing themselves.

Colonel O'Neill moved out of the command center and began talking quickly into his radio.

"Evans, bring up a TACSAT i need to talk to command NOW. Alpha hold your position, we have enemy forces comfirmed to be moving towards your location. At this time you are not to fire unless fired upon however that will most likely change. Make sure your company is well dug in and check your escape routes to the second defensive line. Bravo will be moving in to support you over"

"Roger that" came the reply.

Colonel O'Neill got on the TACSAT radio to communicate with his superiors.

"Sir, we have reports of multiple strong enemy formations moving in on our position. Request ROE over" he said after the encryption system had told him it was safe to speak.

After a moments pause "Colonel, you are to proceed as before. I will speak with the President asap, we will task a sat to look down on you asap. The Air Force is not i repeat not sending in any more birds at this time, it has been deemed too hot at the current moment. We have three currently on-route carrying TOW missiles for your front line units and artillery shells. After that we will suspend operations for a few days and see what happens Over."

"Roger that understood Sir. No chance of reinforcement I suppose?"

"Thats a Negative at this time. Good luck Jack, Over and Out."

"Damn" Colonel O'Neill thought in his head as he returned to the breifing area.

13:00 hours, 1 hour after Austioan forces mobalised.

Major General Richard Sharpe, pointed at a large map on the wall. 3 arrows in red where moving on it, two curling round 1 coming straight at them. "The stag beetle, also known as the pincer, a classic Austian Formations. The right pincer will curl to the east and attack from their, the left will attack from the pass itself and the head will attack the south east. Behind the pincers are the 1st jeeps to catch any of us fleeing. If you look at our fortifications, the main fort is reltivly safe from the left and the center attack. The left is almost absalout suicide the south east is almost solid wall, we have three bastons that will break up the attack." He pointed to three triangular forts. "THe enrmy will have to take them or shell them into oblivion, because of there shape they are hard to hit and shells will bounce off as will bombs in the cermite. They have two entrences in the rear, all covered by heavy machine guns as are the sides. You cannot ignore them or suffer very heavy losses since their is no cvover in the 3 miles between them other than one wheat feild which has more mines than the Koa."

"however the right pince is a problem. Our outer works are not yet finished and the forts their do not yet have their covering, shells and bombs could distroy them in up to an hour, maybe less. Their ammunition stores are not yet covered if they blew then, lets just say the HMS Hoods explosian would look like a little boy playing with fire. Those forts will not hold. Then the second line is of hastly built trenches as with the other sides. But these are still being dug and are not yet 3 feet deep. A deacent armoured assult could shred them quickly. After that they come to the fort itself. How long this place will hold is anyones guess." A shell shook the command center. "From the latest reports there right pincer will reach the defences in 1 hour.