Unguided Shrapnel
11-06-2004, 14:29
Marlock City was sweltering in the heat, the streets deserted as the populance hid from the sun. On the streets, in the countryside, no-one moved.
That is to say, above ground. The Krawl prison on the outskirts of Marlock had an ominous reputation, spoken of in hushed tones by the public. They, however, only knew the half of it. In what could only be described as dungeons, those who had been labeled to have possed 'Asocial Radical Political Ideology's' were keep prisoner. Many had not seen their family's, nor the light of day for decades. The regime was keen to make sure that any sign of hope for democracy, liberty, communism, or any other foriegn dangerous ideas, had been completely wiped out. Sometimes, those who had once called the populance to arms in defence of the idea's of freedom, were realeased as broken men, a terrible reminder that even purest of hearts was mortal.
Today, however, something was differn't. The Commitee of Public Affairs had issued directive 4071, the irradication of all Political Prisoners. The cleansing should take place 'To ensure the continued safety of the good people of Unguided Shrapnel against the destructive ideas perpetrated by these violent individuals'. The Krawl Guards shrugged, they were used to executions.
Grasping a tin mug, Ahmek Zimawebe was suprised. It was noon, and there had been no cases of beatings, rape or random executions. No news was bad news, and he strained to see out of his cell. Overhead, a tanoy began bleating.
'This is the commandant of Krawl detention centre. You are to be relocated to a more secure location. Please follow the guards.'
The cells doors swung open, presumably at the discretion of some automated device. Ahmek was reminded dimly of a fairground he had laughed in as a youth. So long ago. Sure enough it seemed that the entire cell block had been released. In the vast, imposing hall, painted in formal and nauseating cream, two thousand shivering, emacipated prisoners stood.
Behind them the doors to their cells slammed shut.
A light breeze blew from a fan in the Commandant's office. It was half an hour since the operation began, and his briefing should arrive now. Sure enough, Rhuman Dollman, the Prison doctor arrived the second.
"Report please Doctor."
"The operation was completed in twenty five minutes. There were no survivors."
"We have been set a quota of five minutes Doctor. That has not been achieved. This is a failure."
The doctor stood, nerviously wiping his sweaty brow. He could feel his fate being deliberated, and the tension in the room was palpable. Dollman in his anxt spoke out of protocol.
"Shooting is indeed slow sir. I suggest gas, it is the most accepted method. Or poison, or......"
"You," The Commandant spoke with curt lips, "Are babeling. Stop. I care not how these filth die. The point is that they die. You will not be permitted a second mistake."
Dollman breathed heavily, "Yes sir."
"And I want the Guards disposed of. They preformed inadequetly."
"Yes sir."
"That is all Dollman."
ooc: So this is my first RP (on Nationstates). Please feel free to join in in any way you wish.
That is to say, above ground. The Krawl prison on the outskirts of Marlock had an ominous reputation, spoken of in hushed tones by the public. They, however, only knew the half of it. In what could only be described as dungeons, those who had been labeled to have possed 'Asocial Radical Political Ideology's' were keep prisoner. Many had not seen their family's, nor the light of day for decades. The regime was keen to make sure that any sign of hope for democracy, liberty, communism, or any other foriegn dangerous ideas, had been completely wiped out. Sometimes, those who had once called the populance to arms in defence of the idea's of freedom, were realeased as broken men, a terrible reminder that even purest of hearts was mortal.
Today, however, something was differn't. The Commitee of Public Affairs had issued directive 4071, the irradication of all Political Prisoners. The cleansing should take place 'To ensure the continued safety of the good people of Unguided Shrapnel against the destructive ideas perpetrated by these violent individuals'. The Krawl Guards shrugged, they were used to executions.
Grasping a tin mug, Ahmek Zimawebe was suprised. It was noon, and there had been no cases of beatings, rape or random executions. No news was bad news, and he strained to see out of his cell. Overhead, a tanoy began bleating.
'This is the commandant of Krawl detention centre. You are to be relocated to a more secure location. Please follow the guards.'
The cells doors swung open, presumably at the discretion of some automated device. Ahmek was reminded dimly of a fairground he had laughed in as a youth. So long ago. Sure enough it seemed that the entire cell block had been released. In the vast, imposing hall, painted in formal and nauseating cream, two thousand shivering, emacipated prisoners stood.
Behind them the doors to their cells slammed shut.
A light breeze blew from a fan in the Commandant's office. It was half an hour since the operation began, and his briefing should arrive now. Sure enough, Rhuman Dollman, the Prison doctor arrived the second.
"Report please Doctor."
"The operation was completed in twenty five minutes. There were no survivors."
"We have been set a quota of five minutes Doctor. That has not been achieved. This is a failure."
The doctor stood, nerviously wiping his sweaty brow. He could feel his fate being deliberated, and the tension in the room was palpable. Dollman in his anxt spoke out of protocol.
"Shooting is indeed slow sir. I suggest gas, it is the most accepted method. Or poison, or......"
"You," The Commandant spoke with curt lips, "Are babeling. Stop. I care not how these filth die. The point is that they die. You will not be permitted a second mistake."
Dollman breathed heavily, "Yes sir."
"And I want the Guards disposed of. They preformed inadequetly."
"Yes sir."
"That is all Dollman."
ooc: So this is my first RP (on Nationstates). Please feel free to join in in any way you wish.