NationStates Jolt Archive


Traitor in the Alliance!

Ashtria
26-06-2004, 09:43
Supreme General Ashman is sitting on his high-back, black leather chair looking out of the wall-sized, 12 inch thick, reinforced window overlooking the daily beatings of seperatists in the capital city square. He turns to look at the five Commander-in-Chiefs in charge of Ashtria's military and security.

Ashman: "Gentlemen, we have a problem."

He flicks a switch on his marble desk, the size of a jumbo-jet. The opposing wall illuminates to reveal a projection screen, whilst the windows darken to quell the light from outside.

Ashman: "In the past week, there have been 17 seperate incidents of civillians openly supporting the actions of the Red Revenge. Many have shown little genuine concern for the fact that the cloning facility in Ashpestos was nearly destroyed."

Cmdr in chf #1: "Yes magnificence. We concur entirely with your judgment."

The screen begins silently playing random clips of people being mercilessly beaten and set on fire. General Ashman stands, his sillouette cast impressively upon the projection.

Ashman: "These seperatists are not just local to Ashtria. Their poison is quickly spreading to the other nations in the Grand Alliance. Something MUST be done!"

Cmdr in chf #2: "Perhaps we could try to reason with these minorities. Talk has always..."

Ashman: "No!"

Cmdr in chf #2: " ...been a bad idea." Cmdr in chf #2 obsequeously lowers his head in acknowlegement at his superior's opinion.

Cmdr in chf #3: "I believe that the seperatists are highlighting an important issue. Cloning has always been a rather unethical practice."

Silence falls on the room, shortly before the dead body of Cmdr in chf #3 falls on the floor. Supreme General Ashman returns his smoking berretta to his holster.

Ashman: "Before I choose a new Commander-in-Chief of Social Purity, I want practical applications on how to disembody this rebellion!"

Cmdr in chf #4 slides away from the rapidly expanding pool of blood from his former collegue.

Cmdr in chf #4: "Forgive my arrogance almighty one, but shouldn't we just execute and torture those who speak out?"

Ashman: "It has always worked in the past. But this time, send them to The Village in Bobghanistan. They have unique ways of extracting information"

Cmdr in chf #5: "A fantasic and imaginative idea excellence! Your brilliance and expertise, as always, is unlimited. Shall we proceed immediately?"

Ashman: "Yes, and have somebody come up here and clean that up. Inform also, the other Alliance leaders of this growing concern!"

As the remaining commander-in-chiefs withdraw from his office, Supreme General Ashman returns to his desk and looks out of the window. He takes his popcorn and relaxes to enjoy the public burnings.
Bobghanistan
26-06-2004, 23:07
Richardson had to squint into the bright light. There were other people in the room, but he couldn't see who they were.

"Where am I?" He asked

"In The Village" A voice replied

"Who are you?"

"The new Number 2. You are number 412"

"412?"

"Yes. The 412th citizen that we have processed here"

"What do you want with me?"

"We want information. Information about The Red Revenge. Your friends"

"I don't know anything about that."

He felt the punch in his stomach, and screamed as an electric shock rocked through him

"You would be wise to cooperate number 412. We wouldn't want things to get nasty now would we? Where are The Red Revenge based? Who are their leaders?"

"F**k you"

Another shock, followed by a rifle butt, followed by another electric shock.

"Come come now number 412, there's no need for that sort of language. We only need you to confirm what your friend Thompson has already told us."

"You've got Jimmy?"

"Yes. Number 409 he was. Most cooperative. He's now with his family"

"You let him go?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. Tell us what we wish to know and you will also be freed."

"Alright. I don't know much, but I know that The Red Revenge is based in several small settlements within Fostralia. The only leader I know of is Overseer Quisling, but there are others. Many leading Fostralians are part of it. We hope to one day free Fostralia from the Bobghan oppressors"

Another rifle butt

"Come come now 412. Remember where you are. Is that all you know?"

"Yes"

"Good. Well Overseer Quisling has already been dealt with. I'm sure we'll find out the names of the others in due course. Guards!"

Two large men came up, untied Richardson, and dragged him from the room.

"Wait, I thought you were going to free me, like you did to Jimmy"

"We are. He is free and with his family. They were executed 2 days ago."

"You bastards. No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Richardson screamed as he was dragged from the room. His screams were silenced by a single gunshot.