NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Yes, this may get offensive fast. May I, who am writing this, merely say that this is just like all those random torture threads that popped up for awhile, except now we specify race to keep up with the government policy. Thank you.

OOC2: If you're going to declare war on me, have one thread for it, and not 50 million like some other things that have happened in the past. Thank you.

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Crimson sunsets and sunrises were where the macro-island had earned it's name: Red Dawn Island. A grimmer side of the picture was less popularly acknowledged: the original attempts at ethnic purges that had taken place in the island. 50 years back in the nation's history, many of the nation's registered Jewish citizens were rounded up at Günter's Watchtower, a standing landmark, and were shot at point-blank per order of the former dictator General Anthony Whitaker Sr.

In 1987, General Anthony Whitaker Sr. died, and left his will and requests to be exacted upon the nation. Upon honor code from past generations, the dead were to be respected by their requests honored.

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Citizens had been told to stay indoors, no matter their present location, from 4:30 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. All in violation would be shot, regardless of who they were. A round-up and purge was being held at Red Dawn Island.

A steady crunch of gravel was heard under the hard stomping of steel-toed combat boots. Several hundred Sterbenswort SS had entered the streets of Red Dawn island and were proceeding, with much volume, up and down the streets to homes of registered Jewish citizens.

"344 W. Engelskrieger. Break her in," an officer called out to several men carrying a battering ram across the street. They quickly ran over to the locked door, and smashed against it with the steel ram in their hands. Several armed SS nearby were waiting until the door splintered.

The force of the 5th blow knocked the door cleanly off the hinges, and 5 Schutzstaffel men stormed into the home. A baby was heard in the crying in the back of the structure. One of the men ran to the back, his palms sweaty.

He was on orders to do what he had to, and if he didn't, it would be him at the end of the barrel. He headed to the infant, and put the barrel up to his mouth. A squeeze of the trigger splattered the head, sending bits of skull and brain across the crib in which he lay. There was brief squirting from the base of the neck where the head had snapped off from the force of the jolt against the infant's growing skeleton, which quickly ceased to spray forth blood.

Upstairs, a woman started to scream. Several SS had found the mother, a Suzanne Wolfe. One of the officers had pushed her onto the bed and clambered on top of her, much to the jeers of the others. He clubbed her across the top of her head with the butt of his rifle, sending her unconscious. A few drops of blood dribbled down the side of her cheek. One of the men, laughing, mainly from adrenaline rush, came up with a large sack, big enough to accomodate 1 human. Holding it open, they slipped in the unconscious woman. Their destination was the river. The men had placed bets on how long she would survive. The officer was intent to win, and would shoot her if he had to. He had placed 50 good marks on the the woman for 2 minutes.

Slowly, the streets began to clear out as the SS finished their work an hour and a half later. Many doors lay splintered on the ground, and gunfire had torn up several areas where Jews had tried to escape. The bodies had been left where they had fallen, without burial.

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"All of them?" Steinhauser asked to his Schutzstaffel General, Anthony Whitaker Jr.

"Yes, General Steinhauser. We have a complete confirmation on all casualties. Not a single survivor, as far as we know, and everyone appears to be accounted for among the Schutzstaffel, Sterbenswort. Any further orders?"

"Tomorrow... purge Viewpoint. Keep the media quiet about Red Dawn Island. We need this done secretly until the end. I also want all transit out an in to Red Dawn shut down until further notice. And... tell the fellow members of the IMF that we're beginning international purges, per my order. Start with Kilf. I understand they have a vast population."

"Yessir, per your order."

Anthony Whitaker stood up, and saluted the general before turning around and exiting the room, leaving the door to close behind him.

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Steinhauser was resting in his office, looking over the long list of casualties. As he worked his way down, a single name caught familiarity: Suzane Wolfe. Sweat formed on the dictator's palms, and he started to shake. He picked up a pen, and started to quickly scribble a letter to Emperor Travis Wolfe in Cartoria, a long standing ally.

"Travis. I regret to inform you," he said out loud slowly as he wrote, "that our aunt has suffered an untimely death, brother. She was in Red Dawn, and had refused curfew despite her diplomatic immunity. Several Schutzstaffel mistook her for a local insurrectionist with whom we have been having problems keeping under wraps and dealing with, and I would like to formally apologize, with utmost sincerity, and by all means, respect towards your loss. Should we find her, we shall hold funeral processions within our nation in honor of her name. I feel sympathy for your loss, brother, and the deepest regret. Robert."

He read it over one last time, mouthing the words as he did so, and then sealed it in an envelope, addressing it to Cartoria. He picked up an intercom receiver lying next to his desk.

"Miss Malmsteen, two orders. First, I have a letter to be mailed to Emperor Travis Wolfe in Cartoria, and two, I want Anthony Whitaker intercepted on his route home, and interrogated regarding what intelligence he had regarding a Suzane Wolfe, aunt of Emperor Travis."

"Yessir." The line became static.

The Cartorian leader relaxes and begins nibbleing on an icecream bar as he sits back in a large leather chair behind his desk in his largest palace. Suddenly a man barges in with an urgent letter from one of his distant friends and relatives in ASW.

He reads through the letter from his dear ally as he finds the fate of his Aunt.


He begins to scribble a letter back and it reads:

[code:1:89f81a481f] Dear brother in law:

I hope that my Aunts death was long and painful. I despised this woman. She means nothing to me. If you find any of my other relatives please have them deported to my country swiftly. If anyone kills someone other than my aunt or her husband russle send them to me and I shall personally administer the interrigation. [/code:1:89f81a481f]

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Steinhauser lay back in his chair, and a the intercom buzzed. Malmsteen's voice came out over the intercom.

"Sir? We've received a letter from Travis Wolfe. If you'll unlock the door, I can give it to you."

Steinhauser slammed his fist down on a button next to the intercom, and the lock in the door at the far end of the room clicked. It opened to reveal a rather young looking European woman of 20. She held a letter at arms length. She quickly walked over, dropped it by Steinhauser, and left the room, closing the door behind her. Steinhauser reached across the desk to where a letter opener lay, an elongated what-looked-like mini-sword. He slid it beneath the flap and cut upwards, then proceeded to spill the note onto the table.

After reading the first line, Steinhauser sighed deeply. A fine call by the gods that Travis hated his aunt. Then again, Steinhauser could barely stand his relative, as well. He picked up the receiver on the intercom.

"Miss Malmsteen? Cancel my order about intercepting Whitaker on his way home. It won't be necessary. Thank you." He slammed the receiver back down, stood up, and started dancing and humming across the room. After five minutes, he walked over to the liqour cabinet installed, and poured himself a glass of Jaegermeister. As he did so, the phone rang, and he reached out to pick it up.

"General Steinhauser speaking."

"Mr. Steinhauser? Your nephew's on the line. Would you like me to patch him through to the conference room, send him off, or would you prefer to receive the call out here?"

"Patch it to the conference room."

"Hello. It's Lieutenant Kinkle. Your nephew." A voice said softly after a few seconds of static.

"It's been awhile. What's news?"

"Well, I received your order regarding the purges. But sir, during the purge at Red Dawn, you apparently only issued it against Jewish citizens. General Whitaker is ordering a secondary purge back in Red Dawn to finish clean-up against whatever we would have missed the first time, and to clean out other minority groups. I tried to call him on it, but he says that the there was a mistake within the original order. I decided to contact you regarding the matter."

"I see. I believe that the original order was to eradicate all minorities. Communications must have botched it during transmission, either that or the signal might have failed. Anything else that might be important?"

"Yeah. I noticed a couple of Schutzstaffel rookies and a corporal placing bets on a drowning Jew tied up in a sack in the river. I told them off for it, and told them to disappear. They left, but I think you need to put more discipline into the training. If word of things like this gets out, then we could have a real situation on our hands from the internationalites. It's serious enough as it is, but to let anything like that slip could be a hell of a lot worse in reaction than it already would be."

"Kipland, that Jew in that sack... did you get a name on the person?"

"Yeah. I pulled the body out after the sack stopped moving. Apparently, it was Aunt Suzie. Thank God the bitch is dead, but I never knew she was Jewish. Classified, probably, in gov documents. I'm curious, when's the will hearing, though? Did she leave me anything?"

"She did now. I'll see to it you get something, Kipland. I'll talk to you again later. Goodbye."

"Ciao."

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Telegram From Wolfe to Steinhauser:

[code:1:8ebf58505d] Comrade. Come visit me in my palace sometime soon and we can talk about this whole joyous occasion over dinner. Bring my sister along. Maby we can sort out some of our problems. I would like to get to know you better and to see how little Eva is doing. Perhaps we can plan our next millitary offensive and discuss other agreements about these issues. I here you are committing complete genocide against the Jews. If this is true I will not stop you.[/code:1:8ebf58505d]

Travis sits back in his chair and takes another shot before asking his secretary to come in over the intercom.

"Yes Sir?"

Travis glances up and holds out the evelope containing the message. "Ms. Lucas please take this and have it sent off to Steinhauser in ASW."

"Sure thing"

Ms. Lucas then walks out of the office carrying the letter in her right hand.

Several Schutzstaffel were marching down Central Avenue in Red Dawn. Clean-up crews had been dispatched to remove and burn the bodies of the dead. Apparently, all that was happening was the bodies being heaped into piles in the streets and burned. As this was happening, an APC rode up. It was freshly painted, and the angel which characterized the force shone brightly. Several men jumped off the top. Lt. Kinkle stepped out the back, and looked over the field.

"Alright, listen up. I verified the order from Whitaker with Steinhauser. It's valid. The city is going to continue with lockdown as scheduled. We have 15 minutes before the rest arrive from the convoy. We've also got a separate force from the north. You men here are assigned to cover this street. Understood?"

Several men nodded, a brief exchange of salutes, Kinkle left. One of the men rammed a fresh clip into his M16 and smiled wickedly. "Aim for the kneecaps."

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Steinhauser was at his desk, sipping down his third glass of Jaegermeister, and his vision was starting to blur. As he put his feet up on the desk, Malmsteen suddenly burst in again.

"Sir, a telegram for Wolfe."

"Read it!"

"Comrade. Come visit me in my palace sometime soon and we can talk about this whole joyous occasion over dinner. Bring my sister along."

"Always frank, and to the point, he is... alright. We'll depart tomorrow. Cartoria is only maybe an hour's flight, right? Tell Eva to pack. Call her at the house. I think this will be a wonderful opportunity to tell him about the plans for the IMF!"

"Yessir."

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Fresh steps against hard gravel could be heard again as numerous Schutzstaffel organized themselves in the streets. Lists were being handed out, and so were spare magazines. Faces were watching out of windows at the men arming their weapons, and multiple eyes were wide with fear. And then, almost as if the tension snapped, the groups dispersed, marching towards the center area of the city, which was reserved specifically for ethnics ever since they won some rights underneath the former ASW policy. That policy had been defunct for quite some time and was only pointed out until recently.

Several APC's rode up, and started spraying fire into the random crowds, most of those being shot black or hispanic. Men and women dived in multiple directions. Behind the initial line of APC's came up roughly 20 soldiers.

Several men were cowering in an alleyway behind a dumpster, trying to wait for the SS to pass so they could make an escape out into the streets. The line moved past their position slowly, and one of them stuck their head out around the corner to see if anyone else was coming. As he started to run, a loud shot echoed out over the decreasing din, and a round planted itself solidly into the man's shoulder, jerking him back and onto the ground. He screamed loudly, and one of the advancing SS walking away turned. He took aim, and fired. Taking special consideration, he walked over to the alley, and saw the other two hiding back. There was a crack of thunder.

On Central Avenue, several men were outside a hospital, wiring what looked like a metallic steel box with a display panel to the outer wall. A display read 10:00. With a little bit of work, the number flashed and redisplayed itself. 09:59. Inside, several children were staring down and out at the men in confused terror.

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A deafening roar shook the steady confines of the ethnic suburbia and several Schutzstaffel ran for cover to avoid falling debris scattered from the gargantuan blast from the hospital ten minutes later. The city had been reclaimed, and several men, who were deemed fit and able, had been captured and were being held at gunpoint while an officer was radioing back to command. He quickly held up his hand, and his men relaxed their rifles, clicking on the safety switch.

"New order. We're supposed to weed out any able-bodied workers. They're to be deported to the arms factories up north. Orders from Whitaker. He's informed Steinhauser, and he's okayed the whole situation this time around. Round them up. We've got a march to the pier. If they refuse, shoot them."

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Steinhauser had packed his bags, and was ready to depart. In the main hall of his home, Eva was pacing back and forth. She hadn't seen her brother Travis in years, and was desperate to see how he was doing. Steinhauser was all business.

"Ready, Eva," Steinhauser called as he ran down the staircase in the main hall to where she stood. He walked forward briskly, and opened the door. A cab was waiting outside with doors open. It would be a 15 minute ride to the airport.

Eva crouched into the cab, and Robert shuffled in after her, as his cell phone rang. He flicked it open with his thumb.

"General Robert Steinhauser speaking."

"General, it's Whitaker. We've seized the ethnic district within Red Dawn. Instead of complete massacre, I decided to circumvent your order."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, sir, isn't it a complete waste of potential labour just to kill off these men? I gave orders to have them deported to the north to work in the war factories, specifically vehicle and aircraft production. It's nothing serious, just menial labour around the plants."

"Is that all?"

"No, sir. Some of the soldiers have been, uh, apprehended. They were caught wiring explosives to key structures. Several SS were wounded by their actions, and we're curious as to how they should be punished."

"You know that all crimes within military are treated on pain of death, even if it's manslaughter. That will be all, general."