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29-05-2004, 01:42
"What the bloody hell are we doing here, Sarg?", said the irritated Pvt. Engels. He was quite irate at having been forced to go out in the early hours of the morning, and quite confused at the special assignment he was had been given. He hated surprises, and he hated getting up early.
"You know the drill, Private. Government stuff. I was told this was by the Emperor's order himself. It's sad we must do this, but it is what we are told. Now let's get this over with..." the Sargeant was also confused by the orders given and the setting; they were of the elite Imperial Black Gaurd police unit, yet they had been sent into the capital of the Empire, with not even a single war going on.
Picking thier way through the winding streets of Imperial City, the squad of eight men reached an odd circular building, an odd black flag painted on the side. It had an odd thunderbolt and a fifteen pointed star. Eyeing the foriegn arcitecture peculiarly, the team dreerily marched toward the building, weapons drawn.
"Englels, get over there. Parker, you, over on that door, we can't let any get out. Stewart and LaPointe, get over on that door with Parker. Underhill, Clarke, you go with Engels. The rest of you, follow me. All of you, on my signal burst in. Get that stick that's pointy on both ends. You know what to do."
The eight squad members positioned themselves around the odd circular building, blocking off the three doors in and out. "Fix bayonets! Take no chances, Let none escape. Three, two, oone, Go!" the Sargeant ordered.
Kicking open the doors in the height of the "enemy"''s political rally, the men threw frag grenades and commenced to mow down the crowd with fully automatic weapons, leaving none left with a semi-human looking body.Only a single man managed to charge at the team, yet he was quickly hacked to bits, his blood staining the cold, steel bayonets of the men and his inards oozing onto the floor.
The men surveyed the room. All was splattered with blood, including the team, and nothing resembled a human other than the hacked up man. All else was just bloody pulp, piles of bloodied bones, spilt guts, mutilated corpses. One of the men cried. "What the hell are we doing? Oh my God! Oh my God!" he cried. He went unheeded untill the Sargeant finally ordered the man-Private Stewart-to get a hold of himself.
"Allright, seal the perimeter, we can't have any witnesses. Orders from the Emperor himself. Get moving!"
The group stopped reflecting on the sub-human remnants inside the building, the blood-spattered rugs, the bullet-ridden walls and the hacked man to look outside. Setting thier guns up on tripods, the group reinforced that place of death, lying in pools of blood that one could have drowned in.
A lone car pulled into the parking lot, obviously a late attendant. Or attendants. The car was a minivan and out of the minivan popped four or so teenagers, and a mother and father. The men grew sick to thier stomachs as they thought of having to kill them.
The family approached unsuspectingly. The men grew anxious and three rather demented men rushed out and mercilessly butchered the family with bayonets, making extra sure to hack the bodies into little bits of juice covered flesh, suitable for carrion birds.
And a carrion creature did come. A little lost dog trotted into the gravel parking lot and approached one of the piles of dead flesh, nibbling on a tiny chunk and then deciding to feast upon it. The men hacked off a slab of muscle from inside the place of death and threw it for the dog, laughing now in little devilish laughs. They used the stick sharpened on both ends to impale the head of the man they hacked to bits, deciding he couldn't have been left alone.
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The man with the black suit watched all this from the saftey of an old rundown apartment from on the 10th floor. He was lucky he hadn't been seen, otherwise, he would have fallen from his balcony and ended up as dog meat. But he remained hidden in the dismal light and say the horrible actions going on.
"Idiots, they do not know what they interfere with. Alexis, get me John on the phone pronto."
"Yes, my friend."
John disappeared through the door to the apartment and handed the man in the black suit a wireless phone.
"John, you wouldn't believe our luck today. I have witnessed and Imperialist troops massacreing our fascist friends on 5th Street."
"What! You can't be telling the truth!"
"I am telling you the truth John, you know what happened last time you forgot I tell the thruth."
John painfully remembered the last time he called the man in the black suit a liar; he knew that if he didn't apologize he would probably be tortured again by the thug's private militia.
"I apologize, sir, I will not do it again. What will you have me do?"
"Get me some of my armed buddies, we are going to get to play some games with the government troops."
"Yes sir."
The man grinned as the phone hung up, staring thoughtfully at the government troops below killing some of his thugs. He went into the building, grabbed a modern crossbow, and sat on the balcony once again, grinning all the while.
Within a few hours some of his thugs had assembled at his place and he instructed them down into the street to "play" wit the government troops. He knew what he was going was a gamble, but he always took gambles. He knew if the gamble turned out a success he would gain popular support at the revealing of hte horrific evidence from inside the building, but knew that if he lost he would add more men to his long list of casualties.
"And so it begins..."
"You know the drill, Private. Government stuff. I was told this was by the Emperor's order himself. It's sad we must do this, but it is what we are told. Now let's get this over with..." the Sargeant was also confused by the orders given and the setting; they were of the elite Imperial Black Gaurd police unit, yet they had been sent into the capital of the Empire, with not even a single war going on.
Picking thier way through the winding streets of Imperial City, the squad of eight men reached an odd circular building, an odd black flag painted on the side. It had an odd thunderbolt and a fifteen pointed star. Eyeing the foriegn arcitecture peculiarly, the team dreerily marched toward the building, weapons drawn.
"Englels, get over there. Parker, you, over on that door, we can't let any get out. Stewart and LaPointe, get over on that door with Parker. Underhill, Clarke, you go with Engels. The rest of you, follow me. All of you, on my signal burst in. Get that stick that's pointy on both ends. You know what to do."
The eight squad members positioned themselves around the odd circular building, blocking off the three doors in and out. "Fix bayonets! Take no chances, Let none escape. Three, two, oone, Go!" the Sargeant ordered.
Kicking open the doors in the height of the "enemy"''s political rally, the men threw frag grenades and commenced to mow down the crowd with fully automatic weapons, leaving none left with a semi-human looking body.Only a single man managed to charge at the team, yet he was quickly hacked to bits, his blood staining the cold, steel bayonets of the men and his inards oozing onto the floor.
The men surveyed the room. All was splattered with blood, including the team, and nothing resembled a human other than the hacked up man. All else was just bloody pulp, piles of bloodied bones, spilt guts, mutilated corpses. One of the men cried. "What the hell are we doing? Oh my God! Oh my God!" he cried. He went unheeded untill the Sargeant finally ordered the man-Private Stewart-to get a hold of himself.
"Allright, seal the perimeter, we can't have any witnesses. Orders from the Emperor himself. Get moving!"
The group stopped reflecting on the sub-human remnants inside the building, the blood-spattered rugs, the bullet-ridden walls and the hacked man to look outside. Setting thier guns up on tripods, the group reinforced that place of death, lying in pools of blood that one could have drowned in.
A lone car pulled into the parking lot, obviously a late attendant. Or attendants. The car was a minivan and out of the minivan popped four or so teenagers, and a mother and father. The men grew sick to thier stomachs as they thought of having to kill them.
The family approached unsuspectingly. The men grew anxious and three rather demented men rushed out and mercilessly butchered the family with bayonets, making extra sure to hack the bodies into little bits of juice covered flesh, suitable for carrion birds.
And a carrion creature did come. A little lost dog trotted into the gravel parking lot and approached one of the piles of dead flesh, nibbling on a tiny chunk and then deciding to feast upon it. The men hacked off a slab of muscle from inside the place of death and threw it for the dog, laughing now in little devilish laughs. They used the stick sharpened on both ends to impale the head of the man they hacked to bits, deciding he couldn't have been left alone.
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The man with the black suit watched all this from the saftey of an old rundown apartment from on the 10th floor. He was lucky he hadn't been seen, otherwise, he would have fallen from his balcony and ended up as dog meat. But he remained hidden in the dismal light and say the horrible actions going on.
"Idiots, they do not know what they interfere with. Alexis, get me John on the phone pronto."
"Yes, my friend."
John disappeared through the door to the apartment and handed the man in the black suit a wireless phone.
"John, you wouldn't believe our luck today. I have witnessed and Imperialist troops massacreing our fascist friends on 5th Street."
"What! You can't be telling the truth!"
"I am telling you the truth John, you know what happened last time you forgot I tell the thruth."
John painfully remembered the last time he called the man in the black suit a liar; he knew that if he didn't apologize he would probably be tortured again by the thug's private militia.
"I apologize, sir, I will not do it again. What will you have me do?"
"Get me some of my armed buddies, we are going to get to play some games with the government troops."
"Yes sir."
The man grinned as the phone hung up, staring thoughtfully at the government troops below killing some of his thugs. He went into the building, grabbed a modern crossbow, and sat on the balcony once again, grinning all the while.
Within a few hours some of his thugs had assembled at his place and he instructed them down into the street to "play" wit the government troops. He knew what he was going was a gamble, but he always took gambles. He knew if the gamble turned out a success he would gain popular support at the revealing of hte horrific evidence from inside the building, but knew that if he lost he would add more men to his long list of casualties.
"And so it begins..."