NationStates Jolt Archive

The first few posts will be from the RP of the Invasion of Hatarian Mammalia, where CM forces who were taking combat drugs provided by Schacht Advanced Pharmaceuticals INC, committed numerous awful atrocities. The drugs were supposed to moderately increase aggression and awareness. Some scheming doctors and scientists out to wreck Schacht for reasons that will be made clear in the later parts of this RP, altered the drugs to turn the soldiers into monsters.


This RP is between Sharina and CM.

Sharina handled the role of Lara. CM handled the roles of CM characters. This was done via yahoo.

Also note, Age warning, this might contain adult situations, racial violence, racial remarks, adult language, nudity, sex, violence, drug use, tobacco use, and alcohol use. Well hell, it’s a CM RP, so we’re certain it’s going to contain most if not all of them!


The first serious of posts are varied between Sharina and CM, then after that, the rest were done via Yahoo and each of us handled our main character.


A town near the Hatarian Mammalian capital.

Among several bombed out buildings, a soldier carrying a woman on each shoulder sauntered down the ruined asphalt road.

Another soldier grinned evilly as he unzipped his pants, in preparation to forcibly rape a screaming blond woman. The blond woman's two daughters and one son were forced to watch the rape as two soldiers kept the kids pinned down.

Several soldiers were corraling several hundred women into a fenced area down the road. The women were forced to strip, and face the soldiers fully nude.

One of the soldiers sneered.

"I want that girl with almond red hair with size 36-D breasts."

The commander smiled.

"You may have her if you beat me in a shooting contest. See the 12 year old kids lined up on the other side of the road? They shall be our targets for the shooting contest."

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Inside the bombed out building, a sniper spat in digust. He spoke in his small radio.

"I'm in position."

"Very well. Commence attack."

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The Communist Mississippian soldiers went around their business, having sexual thoughts and dreams of glory.

For some of them, that was their final thought on this plane of existence. A burst of pain, then nothingness. Several soldiers dropped dead in their tracks, never knowing what hit them.

The surviving soldiers of the squad took over, abandoning their raping and acts of genocide.

The soldier carrying the two women suddenly dropped to his knees. Blood spurted out from his temple, onto one of the women. The two women ran into a nearby doorway.

The blond woman gasped as the soldier who was raping her suddenly collapsed, a hole in between his eyes.

The two soldiers holding down the blond woman's children toppled, as a spot of red spread all across both of their chests.

The soldiers bidding on the corral of naked women ran to a nearby car for cover. The officer dived for cover between another nearby car. The corraled women began screaming.

The officer shouted out indigantly.

"What the hell is happening? Hatarian Mammalian forces aren't around. We pacified them!"

Several more shots rang out, as snipers and soldiers exchanged fire.


Meanwhile, another sniper took position in a building further down the road, on the officer's side. The sniper carefully peered around the windowsill, to locate the officer, while he loaded his sniper rifle.

The sniper slowly raised his rifle, locked the sniper scope, drew a bead on the Mississippian officer, and then pulled the trigger. A bullet burst out of the extended silencer muzzle, then flew true into the officer's skull.

Several bullets from the other Mississippian soldiers riddled the windowsill where the sniper shot from, but the sniper was gone. In the meantime, the other Sharian snipers crawled silently to other windowsills, for better firing positions. Their movement went unnoticed as the Mississippian soldiers focused their attention on the sniper who took the officer's life.

Several minutes later, the remaining Mississippian soldiers were lying across the ruined sidewalk in expanding pools of blood.

The snipers made sure there were no additional enemy soldiers around, then made their way towards the victims. One sniper held his hands up while he approached the blond woman and her children.

"We are not here to harm you. We are here to rescue you. Come with us to a Refuge Zone established by Sharina, where you will be safe."

Another sniper approached the female corral, unlocking the barbed wire fence. He held his hands up as well.

"We are here to protect you. We will bring you to a sancutary, where you will be given a new chance at freedom and security."

A nearby sniper with a captain's insignia spoke up.

"Attention, team. We have secured our objective. These civilians are now safe, and now it is our mission to bring them safely to the Sharian Refuge Zone.

I am completely digusted by the actions of these Mississippian soldiers. How can they call themselves human beings?

I have an idea. Shall we leave presents for the rest of the Mississippians? A certain piece of their body anatomy. What say you?"

A roar of approval filled the atmosphere, including the voices of the females.

The blond female grinned as she took a knife offered by the Special Forces sniper nearby. She crawled over to the now dead Mississippian soldier, and pulled down his pants even further.

"Take this, you fuck!"

She made a quick swipe, and the soldier's penis was seperated from his body.

Shortly thereafter, the barbed wire had several dozen penises laid out on it.

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Several days later.

The group of several hundred women and children entered the Sharian Refuge Zone, happy for a new chance at a free life.

The sniper Special Forces returned to the wilderness, to continue their mission to rescue women and children from Communist Mississippia's rampage of atrocities.






The CM commander, now a Field Marshal, John Tallmadge, was in his office, panting and groaning as he thrust into a woman with long red hair. Two guards were holding her down and another one was forcing her to keep her legs spread for him.

A messenger arrived and gave notice that a slave camp had been raided and that several CM Soldiers were killed.


The commander spat a stream of tobacco juice onto the floor and shouted, "Well then hang some of the local men as partisans and leave their bodies hanging, then take a raiding party into this refugee zone of theirs, I want the soldiers that killed our boys found and hanged. I also want the women brought back. Nobody steals our property, indeed, bring them to me, I'll take them myself."

He let out a loud moan of pleasure and delight and then waved his hand at the men holding the woman down, they stepped back and she collapsed to the floor, in disgust and contempt, she felt dirty.

The Field marshal patted her on the head and said, "That's a good girl isn't it?"

Then he pulled up his pants and walked out of the room, to arrange a letter to be sent to DPUO to tell them what the "peacekeepers" were using the refugee zone for, a staging ground to attack CM forces.



CM is announcing to the world that she will be pulling out of HM within 72 hours as, "The mission of peace and humanity is accomplised and our objectives achieved. The campaign in HM is over."

CM has announced it had no post-war plan and intended to basically just pull all her forces out and let the strongest of the HM citizens dominate the post-war government. But luckily NWV has established an interim government.



The Sharina transport with the women that escaped from the CM soldiers... The transport was moving out, unescorted, about 30 miles off the coast of HM... About 2 miles away, 4 CM frigates and 2 destroyers began to close with the transport, the captain of one of the frigates called over the radio to the Sharina transport, "You are carrying approximately 150 pieces of Mississippian Property. We will be coming up alongside you and boarding you. Do not resist! We mean you no harm, we will only be taking the property that was taken from us. We will take nothing else." The ships began to steam towards the Sharina transport, they'd be alongside them in about 2 minutes.


The destroyers and frigates surrounded the Sharina transport, about 24 Mi-24s with anti-ship missiles and rockets were hovering around.


The captain of the lead frigate called over a bullhorn, "Attention Attention! Sharina transport! Prepare to be boarded!"

Over 300 CM marines were readying to board the ship.

The 300 marines moved out and started for the transport in small inflatable craft, readying to board the transport and take as many women as they could with them. Those they couldn't take, at least they'd get to subject them to a few final humiliations.



One of the soldiers who had escaped the sniper attack earlier by hiding behind a tree, walked onto the transport, he saw one of the women who he had seen mutilate a CM soldier, he threw her to the ground and laughingly said with an evil grin, "You're going to get yours bitch!"

As he was talking, the hostile ships in the area detected over 100 other CM ships, 6 battleships, 2 Super carriers, 40 destroyers, and 40 frigates, were moving into the area, along with other assorted ships, the navy was leaving the area and was coming this way.



The 300 marines moved around the ship and disarmed those armed crewmen that were present. They threw all their weapons into the sea.


The soldier who was looming over the woman said, "So you like to mutilate soldiers eh? Well I'm going to pound you so hard you're going to bleed!"

With that, he stood her up, ripped her pants down and then pulled his own down, he threw her over a chair and started to thrust into her rear.



The blond lady who had escaped the camp was held steady by two soldiers while one soldier raped her in the rear and she was forced to perform oral sex on another soldier. After they were down, they slapped her around and then an entire squad lined up to take turns raping her.



The other soldiers that had finished their raping, started dragging women into the small rafts to take back to the destoyers.


Suddenly a man stepped off a small raft and onto the transport...



It was Field Marshal Tallmadge himself. He slowly walked up to the blond woman who had escaped CM forces earlier, he commanded her children be brought to watch.


He had two soldiers hold her down and another one keep her legs spread apart. The children were dragged out and held at gunpoint to watch.

The Field Marshal looked down at the woman cowering before him. He cracked a smile and an evil grin, "Well how are you today ma'am?" The soldiers standing around all broke into laughter.


The Field Marshal dropped his pants and then his grin grew larger. He started to thrust into the woman as the soldiers standing around all laughed and shouted, "Tallmadge!", "Tallmadge!".


On the ship, the field marshal finished the deed and then slapped the blond a few times in the face, just to let her know that she was at his mercy. He then dragged her towards the side of the ship and had her lowered into a raft to be taken to his flagship... This was one he'd plan on keeping for himself.

The blond was mostly concerned about her three children, what would become of them, they were still on the transport as the raft she had been tossed into was readying to head for the CM "Curtis Fabus" battleship that the field marshal was using as his flagship. She knew she'd not talk him into letting her go, but maybe she could get him to allow her to keep her children, lest they become separated from her and wind up as part of the CM child redistribution program giving "fit" children to RG married men who were incapable of having their own.



The blond woman seethed with fury. She wasn't going to become a sex slave to this monster. She wanted a life of freedom, with her two daughters and one son.

As she kept seething, several otherwise ordinary looking citizens grabbed their hidden sniper rifles from hidden spots in the chambers of the transport.

The group of citizens worked their way together, hiding their weapons inside their capes, as most refugees were given capes to protect aganist the cold sea breeze.

As the special forces made their way to the display of the blond woman being raped, they kept quiet despite their extreme distate of the atrocity being committed in front of their eyes. The attention of the Mississippian marines were completely focused on cheering on their Field Marshal.

Once the raping was over, and the blond woman was being lowered towards a waiting Mississippian raft, the special forces made their move. They drew their hidden weapons quickly, then leveled them at the marines, as well as the Field Marshal.

The captain of the Special Forces shouted out loud.

"Let the blond woman go. She has family, and you have exacted enough punishment upon her. We do not want a firefight, because of the civilians all around us. But we will not stand by and have a family destroyed.

As much as we hate to make compromises with the likes of you, we will allow you and your marines to live if you will leave the blond woman and leave with what you have already taken."



The nearby Curtis Fabus battleship leveled their massive 30 inch guns right at the transport and the Field Marshal on the transport said, "You shoot me, we all die! Now I tell you what, her kids can come with her and they won't be harmed."

The 300 marines throughout the ship all leveled their rifles at a target and readied to fire if this tense situation went hot.


The field marshal shouted, "It's your call, many will die if you insist on acting so aggressive."


The field marshal awaited their reply, above them, Mi-24s were hovering, waiting to see what would happen.


The Special Ops captain looked straight at the Field Marshal.

"I should kill you where you stand for all the atrocities you and your army have committed aganist HM women and civilians.

But I will not do so. I will let you and your marines go, if you leave the blond woman and her children with us.

You can keep what you have already taken from us. No more."






The Field Marshal shouted back, "The blond is mine, I want her, you can't have her back, at least not yet, maybe later. Her children can accompany her because I am just that nice. Now don't make that large battleship over there have to kill us all. Just let it go okay!"

The marines kept their rifles tight against their shoulders, ready for anything.

A few marines had been in the back part of the ship, and they snuck around to behind the sharina soldiers and then stuck their rifles right into their backs and said, "It's over, just let it go!"



The Special Ops captain kept staring.

"The blond woman and her children are not your property. They are standing on sovereign Sharina territory, which includes any Sharian sea or air vessel. In addition, they already have been granted citizenship at the Refugee Zone.

We can stand here all day long. If your forces holding guns on our soldiers fire, you die as well. You won't be able to enjoy raping the blond woman.

If your battleship fires upon us, you die as well. The blond and her children, in addition to your marines will die alongside you.

Also, other nations small and large will not take kindly to a warship firing and sinking an unarmed transport.

So we are stuck one way or another."





The Field Marshal yelled back, "How about I let 20 other women go and you let me keep her, is that okay. Yes? She is mine and I intend to keep her. If you really want to force a conflict! We can come to your nation someday and take your women, don't make an issue out of this!"

As he was speaking, the marines behind the sharina soldiers jumped out and disarmed them all using their training in disarming hostile persons. They tossed their guns into the ocean and then the field marshal now called out, "You have no choice now, just accept my deal!"



The Mississippian marines were unable to disarm several Special Forces squads due to the Special Forces keeping their backs to each other's backs, providing a 360 degree field of operations.

Other Special Forces who were solo were effectively disarmed by the Mississippian marines. Several other squads who only had a 130 degree field of operation were disarmed as well.

The captain and his squad kept their guard, preventing any disarment tactics from being used aganist him, as they covered each other's backs.

The captain shook his head.

"I admire your marines attempt. However, not all of us were subdued.

We will keep the blond and her three children, and you take ten additional single women without any family ties of any kind.

Surely raping -" the captain spat, " - ten women would be better than raping one."

The standoff continues.



The field marshal spat out the words in a tone of hatred and anger, "I want the blond! No more talking, she's already on my battleship, there's nothing to discuss. You can either allow her children to join her and they can be well taken care of, or they can go to the children relocation program and wind up separated and in the families of RG soldiers. I don't want ten women, I want the blond!"


Approximately thirty minutes earlier, the raft with the blond woman, twenty other women, and several Mississippian marines left the Goliath transport, sailed two hundred meters.

A small Sharian Dragoon Assault Hydrofoil bore down on the raft at over 45 k/ph. It slowed down as it approached the raft, then a bullhorn sounded out.

"Stop your movement. You shall turn around and return to the Goliath Transport. We have recieved the transmission of your Field Marshal, informing of the boarding.

We demand to know the reasoning behind the boarding. We can see several women on your raft, and we can only assume that you are taking them as hostages.

Return to the Goliath Transport at once, then we may sort things out."

The raft turned around, and traveled back to the side of the Goliath Transport. After several minutes, it arrived at the side of the transport, with the Assault Foil keeping watch.

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Present time:

The Special Ops captain looked towards the waiting hydrofoil and smiled.

"I would like to know why you are so adamant about the blond. There are a lot of other blonds more attractive than this one you're demanding to keep."

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The field marshal shouted, "She is mine! I will have her! You do not tell me what to do! Give her to me or I will destroy you all!" (Once he gets his mind on something, he never lets it go, he gets what he wants, always. It is now a matter of pride that he not stand down, especially in front of his soldiers)

He pulled out a pistol and aimed it in the general direction of the captain, then he took careful aim right at his chest and shouted, "Do as I say and just let it go! She's mine, get over it! Question me again and we all can die! And then my nation will invade your nation because your killing us all would be an act of war!"


The destroyers nearby sailed around the transport and blocked any and all other ships from getting through. They wouldn't allow anything to get at the transport while the marines were onboard looting and pillaging.


On the ship, they had brought the blond back onto the transport earlier, and she was forced to kneel by the side of the Field Marshal, like a dog. He'd occasionally pat her head in a demeaning manner. He called back to the Sharina captain, "See, she's mine, she's a citizen of CM and as such the federal authorities decide what is to become of her. They awarded her to me for my services to the Federation and the Commonwealth!"



The captain shuddered at the display of the Field Marshal.

"Field Marshal, she chose to become a Sharina citizen and give up the CM. All the refugees have chosen to abandon Hataria Mammalia and therefore CM citizenship, to become Sharian citizens and live in Sharina.

Otherwise, they would have chose to stay with you and travel with all of your soldiers back home.

We shall settle this once and for all. Let the blond choose which nation she desires to live in.

If she wants to go live in the CM, then we will allow her to go. If she desires to stay in Sharina, then you shall allow her to go. In doing so, we shall determine which citizenship she desires, and thus resolve this entire conflict.

In addition, imagine a native CM female, born and raised in CM, in this situation. And then she has to suffer raping and the same things that the blonde is doing? How would you feel in the situation?"

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The blond began to speak. However her voice was very weak from all the torture she has suffered. After a considerable amount of effort, she began to speak again, louder.

"I want to go live in Sharina. I do not see myself living a life of sexual slavery in the CM. I want to keep my family together, and the only way to live free as we once did is to live in Sharina. At least they don't force sex upon us."

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The captain spoke again.

"There. She has chosen to forsake her CM citizenship in favor of Sharina citizenship.

So she is now considered a full Sharian citizen, with no loyalties or affliation for the CM at all.

Let her go, then these 300 CM marines and yourself will keep on living and enjoy all your riches and women in your homeland. You will also still be heroes. If you don't let her go, all of you will not be able to enjoy your glory and riches.

Let us be sensible men and finish this before it becomes any worse. I repeat myself, that blond woman has forsaken her CM citizenship, in favor of Sharina citizenship.

I would like to add that if we do enter a war, we have some allies such as NWV and IDF who are your biggest supporters in this war. We also have several other allies, such as Schultaria Prime and Rubberduckistan.

If a war breaks out, how many more CM men will die? How would you live with sending thousands, if not tens of thousands of CM men to die over one woman? I repeat myself, avert a tragedy by letting her come with us to Sharina."

The captain awaits the Field Marshal's reply.





His eyes were burning with rage, "One of the men your snipers killed was my brother! The man she mutilated was him, my brother! You think I'm going to let her get away with that! If she stays with you, I keep her children and she'll never see them again. As the legal military authority in this area, I can decide what happens with all minors, they are too young to decide, and I declare her unfit to decide for them. It is my choice, if she goes with you, she will lose her children."



The captain mulled Tallmadge's deal over for a minute.

"Tallmadge, I am prepared to accept your deal that the woman stays and the children go with you."

The kids began crying and the woman shook her head violently.

The woman spoke with passion.

"My kids will stay with me wherever I go. Whether it be here, or being taken prisoner by Tallmadge."

The captain sighed. They were getting nowhere.

Tallmadge was on the Sharina transport, he had an evil look in his eyes. He sounded like a madman and he looked like he very unusual. He was sweating profusely, as were most of the marines, as they were on something.

(Tallmadge) "The woman is mine, she's coming with me. Do you plan to forcibly stop me and doom everybody on this ship?"

(Tallmadge) (Turning to the blond kneeling at his side) "You're mine now, as it says in the bible in Deuteronomy 21:10, does that bother you? That you've been claimed as one of the spoils of war?"

(Woman) "The bible? In our bible, it says that men and women are created equal. I am not a spoil of war because I am a human being, not an object."

(Tallmadge) "The Bible says the following, "When thou goest forth to war against thine enemies, and the Lord thy God hath delivered them into thine hands, and thou hast taken them captive, and seeth among the captives a beautiful woman, and hast a desire unto her, that thou wouldest have her to thy wife; then thou shalt bring her home to thine house; and she shall shave her head, and pare her nails; and she shall put the raiment of her captivity from off her, and remain in thine house . . . And it shall be, if thou have no delight in her, then thou shalt let her go whither she will; but thou shalt not sell her at all for money, thou shalt not make merchandise of her, because thou hast humbled her"

(Tallmadge) "And don't worry, I don't plan to make you shave your head, I much prefer you with your hair." As he speaks, he runs his right hand through her long blond hair.

(Tallmadge) "Well, woman, doest thou have a name?"

(Woman) "Why should I tell you?"

(Tallmadge) "So I can know how to properly address you. You are mine now, so I will be needing to address you often."

(Woman) "I consider myself as not belonging to you. So my name shall remain a mystery."

Tallmadge smacked her in the face and barked, "Tell me your name woman!"

(Woman) "I will not reveal my name unless you stop forcing yourself on me."

(Tallmadge) "You will tell me what your name is, or you will regret it. Now tell me your name."

(Woman) "Regret it? What could you do that is any worse than repeatedly raping me?"

(Tallmadge) "Well you could be raped in a manner far less pleasant, your rear perhaps

(Woman) "You have already done that to me in front of your soldiers."

(Tallmadge) "Well your children ma'am... Tell me, can they swim 30 miles back to HM?"

(Woman) "You would do that to helpless kids? You are truly a monster."

(Tallmadge) (In a calm, soft voice, his looks started to change, no longer did he appear to be a demon filled with bloodlust, but he seemed... almost normal) "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just doing what we in CM call "Gunboat diplomacy", I've no intention of harming your children, it was just a bluff. But please, tell me your name."

(Woman) "Very well. Since you retracted your cruel intentions, I shall tell you my name. It's Lara."

(Tallmadge) "Thank you. And I am Field Marshal Jonathan Tallmadge. But you may call me John. Now you're coming with me and we're going to go to the CM Flagship and then leave. Do you understand?"

(Lara) "Only if my children come with me."

(John) "They may come as well, they will not be harmed."

(Lara) "Then I shall come, as long as my kids stay with me. We are a family after all."

(John) "Yes, well that is fine with me. Your children will be raised as Mississippians; I hope you understand that... By the way, how old are you?"

(Lara) "You should not ask a woman her age. It's un-gentleman to do so."

He almost laughs, "Not a gentlemanly thing to do? You have been here, you've seen this war, and you know what is going on. There are few gentlemen in war. Although back at home, most of these soldiers are well-respected members of their community. It's a sort of Jekyll and Hyde deal, in peace at home; we are fine and well-adjusted members of our communities. In war, we are brutal and give no quarter. Although you Lara, you'll get plenty of quarter, you're going to come with me when I go back to Egypt."

(Lara) "Very well. I will do so, as long as I raise my own children. You cannot ask a mother to part with her family."

(Tallmadge) "You and your children will be well provided for. I'm the Duke of Marsa Matruh in Mississippian Egypt, I've extensive land holdings and a large estate."

(Lara) "I must do what is best for my family. I shall go."

(Tallmadge) (Pulling her up to a standing position) "You need not crawl around, rise, and now we shall go, call to your children, we are leaving to get on a raft to get to the battleship."

(Lara) "Kids, come with mommy. We have to go with this man."

(Oldest daughter: 10 years old) "Mommy, I'm confused. I thought we were staying with all these other people?"

(Lara) "We have to go with this man, or more people will be hurt."

(Son: 8 years old) "The captain said that we were going home with him?"

(Lara) "No. We have to go home with this man. We have to, or very bad things will start happening."

(Tallmadge) "Don't worry kids, you're going to Egypt to see the pyramids where the pharaohs were buried! You'll enjoy it! When we get there, you can swim in the Mediterranean and make sand castles. Now come along."

(Oldest daughter) "Mommy, aren't there arabs in Egypt? Daddy always said Arabs kill White Christians as part of their jihad. Are we safe in Egypt?"

(Tallmadge) "Oh don't worry, we've segregated the Arabs into their own cities, it's perfectly safe. They won't even enter into a white city without a pass, and they had to leave before the sun goes down."

Tallmadge motioned for Lara to follow him, he started to walk to the side of the boat to get into a raft, he waved goodbye to the Sharinan captain with his middle finger.

Tallmadge motioned for Lara to follow him, he started to walk to the side of the boat to get into a raft, he waved goodbye to the Sharinan captain with his middle finger.

They got into the raft and then the raft cut through the water towards the Curtis Fabus Battleship. Another raft went to the Sharina ship, the twenty women Tallmadge promised to give back to them if he got the blond.

The raft was pulled up onto the battleship and they all got off. The ship was over 3,000 feet long; it was impressively long.

(Tallmadge) "Well Lara, this will be your new home for a few days until we get to Egypt, don't try anything foolish, I'd not want you to get hurt. Shall we go then? You'll probably want to clean yourself up before dinner."

The Special Forces captain closed his eyes, and made a deep sigh, "I have failed my country."

He proceeded to secure the ship, and then prepared to set the ship back on course towards Sharina.

Meanwhile on the battleship, Lara was wondering what would become of her when she was startled back into the present by Tallmadge’s words.

(Lara) "I shall clean myself up. After all, I feel dirty from all the actions performed by your soldiers."

(Tallmadge) "Follow me, I'll show you to where we'll be staying."

He escorted her to the officer's quarters, the largest of the quarters on the ship were reserved for VIPs, and that was where he was staying, the size of a stateroom on a cruise ship.

(Lara) "It makes me wonder. How come you people build grand things, yet engage with vile actions in war?"

(Tallmadge) "If you must know, most of the soldiers are given drugs before they go into combat, especially the paratroopers, it whips them into a frenzy of bloodlust and aggression, after the drugs wear-off, they're quite nice people, but meanwhile, the nation they go into, is ruined."

(Lara) "These men have ruined a good number of innocent civilians, which is unforgivable."

Tallmadge sat Lara down on a chair and then sat next to her, he ran his hand through her long hair, straightening it out and attempting to untangle it. "You're quite a mess", he said softly.

The children were in the other room, and the door was shut, so they couldn't hear anything, Tallmadge started to talk, "I bet you're wondering why you... Yes? Why did I take you?"

(Lara) "There were many other blondes, and the Sharian captain offered to give you ten women for me and my children."

(Tallmadge) (Running his hand through her hair) "Yes, but I wanted you, not them."

(Tallmadge) "You're a healthy woman of child bearing age, and I have but one son of my own. Do you understand what I mean?"

(Lara) "Adoption?"

(Tallmadge) "No, I want sons of my own."

(Tallmadge) "The typical woman in Mississippi will have between 12 and 18 children. My wife gave me only one son, before she died in a car accident, quite tragic really. I need more than one son."

(Tallmadge) "Besides, nobody puts their children up for adoption in CM, it's unheard of. Anybody who has a child raises the child, the government pays people to have lots of children, and any who have over 10 children get 1 million dollars per child up to a total of 15 million dollars."

(Lara) "Why does your nation need so many children? You are telling me your people breed like rabbits? Wouldn't you run out of food and resources at that rate?"

(Tallmadge) "We have over 10 million commercial farms in our commonwealth, we produce enough food to feed 1000 times our population. We have so many children because we are in an undeclared war. It is our race vs. the other races, it is a numbers war, the race that produces the most and the best will win. We have always been the best, but we have never been the most, soon we will have quantity in addition to quality, which we have always had. Do you understand what I'm talking about? This is a plan to better our race and our nations."

(Lara) "The Nazis of Europe had the same ideology, known as the Master Race. They claimed land as their Lebensraum, or fatherland."

(Tallmadge) "Yes well we have gained our living space. We spent 3 trillion dollars to turn Libya and Egypt into lush green paradises; we have established over two thousand desalination plants for making salt water into fresh water throughout our 3 African holdings. Mississippian Egypt, Mississippian Libya, and Western Sahara. We have built over 20,000 miles of canals for irrigation in Libya; we have built 50 massive artificial lakes. We have made so many wondrous improvements that stand as a testament to the glory of Aryan civilization."

(Lara) "What of the Africans? The Arabians? The Hispanics?"

(Tallmadge) "What of them? Who cares what happens to them, they're not our volk."

(Tallmadge) "The Egyptian and Libyan armies managed to resist us for less than 12 hours! They are such swine they cannot even fight well."

(Tallmadge) "You Lara, you have been selected for a special program, do you realize that?"

(Lara) "I was referring to what happened to these natives. What was done about them?"

(Lara) "What special program?"

(Tallmadge) "Our Eugenicists decided after we beat HM that their women were not breeding enough, so we Mississippian men are going to help you breed more. As for the natives, they're mostly all dead or on reservations, in the case of Libya, it is now divided into two parts, the Arabs control 1/10 of it, we made it a reservation for them, and we control the other 9/10s. The Egyptian natives were segregated into their own cities, the Western Saharan Arabs and blacks are in their own cities. Non-whites in our North American holdings, they were all killed or deported. But now back to this program, you're going to help breed the next generation of Aryan nobility for the commonwealth."

(Lara) "By just you? Or a few different leaders?"

(Tallmadge) "I'm keeping you all for myself." He grinned and cracked a smile as he spoke.

(Lara) "At least I have you to deal with, not multiple suitors. My children lost their father, and they would feel awkward calling you father. They would have a worse time if they had to deal with me ‘breeding’ with multiple suitors."

(Tallmadge) "Yes I understand. I'm terribly sorry about the manner surrounding your removal from HM, but our psychiatrists said if we simply asked you all to come along, you'd likely laugh, so we were ordered to quote, "Break them down mentally using any means you deem necessary" end quote, it was ghastly business. But I'm sure far worse for you than any of us."

(Lara) "This raises an interesting question. Dual citizenship. The Republic of Sharina attempted to aid us recuperate from the vicious things done to us from your troops. Sharina was planning to grant us full citizenship, freedom to live as we pleased, and live in safety. This appealed to many refugees because of your troops actions."

(Tallmadge) "You'll eventually have a degree of freedom in Mississippian Egypt."

(Tallmadge) "So tell me, what were you doing in the middle of a war zone?"

(Lara) "We were just going around our business, doing what everyday citizens do. Work at a job, kids playing outside, people shopping, and all sorts of daily life. Then your troops invaded, and killed all the HM military, while committing their actions upon us civilians."

(Lara) "We were just going around our business, doing what everyday citizens do. Work at a job, kids playing outside, people shopping, and all sorts of daily life. Then your troops invaded, and killed all the HM military, while committing their actions upon us civilians."

(Tallmadge) "We attacked on a Saturday you know, the first time ever we've done that. Normally on Saturday, we spend 6 hours in church."

(Tallmadge) "Do you believe in the bible?"

(Lara) "Yes I do. However, I am certain the HM version of the bible is different from yours."

(Tallmadge) "We use the standard King James Bible."

(Lara) "King James Bible? I wonder what differences it may have from the HM issued bible."

(Tallmadge) "We use the same bible that all Christians have used for over 4 centuries."

(Tallmadge) "Well the bible says clearly that it is right to take loot in times of war, if you are the victor. It also says that slaves must obey their masters. But I don't want you to consider yourself a slave, I'd rather you consider yourself more of a guest, albeit a permanent one."

(Lara) "The HM bible says that in times of war, people are to be treated fairly and just. If they harmed people in terrible ways during any time period, whether it be peace or war, the people who committed the acts would go to hell."

(Tallmadge) "That is not what the Old Testament says, the real unaltered bible says that a man may take in time of war, any woman that he desires to take."

(Tallmadge) "Well, would you like to bathe now? You're probably needing to be cleaned yes?"

(Lara) Looks at herself and sighed. "I guess I do need some cleaning."

(Tallmadge) "Here, follow me." He gets up and guides her into the elegant bathroom, where a large marble bathtub is placed.

(Lara) "Is it real marble, or is it the synthetic kind?"

(Tallmadge) "Real, everything we use is real, we spare no expense."

(Lara) "How do you manage to cram all these luxuries in a warship? It must have been quite a feat."

(Tallmadge) "This is one of the largest ships afloat. A crew of over 4,500, a length of over 3,000 feet."

(Tallmadge) "Well, as soon as you get into the tub, we'll get you cleaned right up."

Lara tentatively gets into the tub, toes first. She felt the water, wiggling her toes and legs, and once she got used to the water's temperature, she slipped inside.

John moved to the side of the tub and started to scrub her back with soap, he then helped her untangle and wash her filthy hair.

(Lara) "For a minute there, I could have forgotten your acts towards me."

(Tallmadge) "Answer me this, had we entered the cities and said, 'We have a breeding program to assure the continuation of our race', who would have signed on for it?"

(Lara) "Perhaps if you provided money or wealth rewards as incentive, people would be more willing to join."

(Tallmadge) "Then I deeply regret the manner in which it occurred and I hope one day you can forgive me. But you must understand what our orders were, but I suppose we could have told them we carried out the orders and just never carried them out. But then when the populations of our colonies stayed the same, they'd realize we lied."

(Lara) People would be willing to go with you to your lands if you gave them incentive. Surely many people would be lured by promise of money and wealth."

John took out a cigarillo (small and narrow cigar) with his left hand as he scrubbed her back with his right hand, "Do you want one?" he asked her.

John started to smoke his cigarillo and then continued to scrub her with both hands, "It isn't as though we're trying to lure people anywhere, and you make it sound as though it's a trap of some sort. You're all going to be treated very well."

(Lara) "I was simply suggesting alternative methods of convincing people to join your cause."

(Lara) "By the way, I have never smoked before."

(John) "Well would you like to give it a try?"

(Lara) "I'm not sure whether I should try or not."

(John) "You'll like it." (He hands her the cigarillo) "Put it firmly between your lips and then take a deep drag on it, breathe in hard, and then swallow the smoke, let it go into your lungs, then exhale it."

Lara awkwardly manipulated the cigar between her thumb and index finger. When she was satisfied with her handling, she put it to her mouth. She took a tentative breath, and then her chest swelled a bit as she inhaled the smoke. She began coughing, as her lungs were not used to the new substance being introduced in them.

Almost immediately, she felt a rush in her head, it was new, exciting, pleasant, very pleasant.

(John) "Like it?"

Lara simply nodded. "It was different, quite unlike anything I've experienced before."

(John) (In a friendly encouraging tone) "Keep smoking, you'll enjoy it."

(John) "Well Lara, you want to keep smoking?"

(Lara) "Just not in the tub, since it can be slippery."

(John) "Here try this if you'd like." (He hands her a pouch of tobacco leaves, she knows what it is, chewing tobacco)

(Lara) "I'm willing to try."

(John) "Okay, good, open up."

She opened her mouth and he put a handful of the leaves in the side of her mouth, in between her cheek and teeth.

She had to admit, she didn't expect to like it, but it was flavored and was one of the best tasting things she'd ever had.

(John) (Smiling) "Don't forget to spit with this, there's no choice like with other things." (He let out a little laugh)

(Lara) Through a full mouth she managed to ask, "Where shall I spit the tobacco?"

(John) "Just spit the juices into this bucket, but keep the leaves in, every time enough juices build up, spit." (He places a bucket near the tub)

John kept scrubbing her, he noticed she was dripping blood out of her rear, "Why didn't you tell me you've been bleeding Lara?"

Her head was really starting to feel a rush now, the nicotine was running through her blood, she was feeling light headed and tired, disconnected from herself.

John could see the look of euphoria in her eyes, "Are you okay?" he quietly asked her.

(Lara) I'm feeling a little weak myself. Must have been from the excessive raping at the hands of your soldiers.

(John) "Possibly. Would you like to get out now and then go rest for a while or get something to eat? Are you in any sort of pain?"

(Lara) "I'm feeling a little bit of twinge inside my gut. Perhaps food will help?"

(John) "Are you in any pain, any pains at all?"

(Lara) “Yes I am. I hate to admit it, as it shows weakness.”

(John) "Do you want something for the pain? Keep it a secret and I can get you something that will perk you right up. Deal?"

(Lara) Deal. Once I get the pain down, I'd be willing to eat dinner.

She was still in the tub, John got up from the side of the tub and walked over to the medicine cabinet, he opened the mirror and took out a little black bag with a zipper. He walked back down and kneeled by the side of the tub, inside the bag was a silver snuffbox. It was meant for sniffing tobacco (nasal snuff) he opened it up, and she could see inside was a white powder, not nasal snuff at all, but cocaine. "Here", he said, "Hold this up to your nose, I'm sure you know what to do."

Lara held up the snuffbox to her nose, and then with a quick breath of anticipation, she began snorting the cocaine up her nose.

A wave of euphoria and pleasure rushed over her, she began to realize she had the urge to laugh almost uncontrollably, but she managed to force herself to keep from doing so. The feeling of pain disappeared almost immediately.

(John) "How do you feel?"

(Lara) “I feel quite better.”

(John) "Now remember, not a word about this to anybody."

She started to laugh uncontrollably, she had lost her ability to hold it in, and she just nodded her acknowledgement of what he said.

After a while, Lara brought herself under control. "Would it be okay if I relaxed for a bit, and enjoy the boost? Then afterwards, I'll be ready for dinner?"

(John) "Certainly, would you like to get out of this dirty water? There is a jacuzzi in one of the other rooms."

(Lara) “Certainly.”

She could tell he was obviously no longer under the influence of the aggression boosting drugs that all the soldiers had been taking during the war. Now he was almost... almost, likable.

He helped her get out and got her a towel, then he led her to the jacuzzi, he stripped down and got in, and then helped her get in, she was still buzzing from the snorting she'd been doing.

She was finally starting to come back to her senses, she could feel the warm water all around her, she aware she was completely nude, she was aware John was next to her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

(John) "You okay?"

(Lara) “I feel better than before. Thank you.”

A soldier walked into the room and offered them both a glass of wine.

She could hardly believe these were the same people who not even eight hours ago were murdering and raping their way across her country.

Whatever they had been injected with, it was something sick, wrong, inhumane, something that should be wiped out, and whoever created it should be hanged and shot while hanging. She was certain of that.

(Lara) "I would like to ask you a question regarding your combat drugs."

(John) "Certainly, ask away."

(Lara) "I was wondering if your scientists are looking into ways to reduce the aggression or berserker rage your soldiers experience from the drug?"

(John) "What do you mean? They purposely designed them with that in mind, they wanted aggression to be at the highest possible levels."

(Lara) "Ways to improve their rational thinking under the rush of aggression, so to avoid the things that they have done."

(John) "No, the doctors and scientists think that brutal aggression will serve the cause better. I'm no scientist, so I don't question them. All I know is I'm on my sixth liver now, I've been taking the drugs for 10 years now."

(Lara) "You have been in actual combat yourself, personally destroying enemy units instead of commanding from an office?"

(John) "Oh yes, I command from the front, as do most all officers. Even our Premier, he has been in combat numerous times since he became the leader of our nation. He insists on jumping in with the paratroopers to inspire them. He's fought in Libya, Egypt, western Africa, numerous places."

(Lara) "Despite what your people do, it sure is admirable that they lead their own men in actual battle. Most military commanders manage their armies from desks and bunkers."

(John) "In a recent battle on an island in Asia, over 20,000 paratroopers died in a 7 week siege of the base they had built in the jungle, over 34,000 were captured, 90% of the officers at the base who were still alive when the base was falling, committed suicide rather than surrender. Surrender is the ultimate dishonor in our army.”

(John) "A few weeks before the base fell, the men still able to stand, launched massed suicide charges against the surrounding enemy. We never had more than 40,000 soldiers inside the base, and they were surrounded by 500,000 enemies."

(Lara) “Sounds a lot like the Japanese during WW II.”

(John) "Yes, one unit of about 4,000 soldiers ran out of ammunition, so they fixed bayonets and charged into the enemy machine guns."

(John) "Their colonel led the charge with his sword.”

(John) "Most of the 34,000 soldiers that were captured were too badly injured to launch suicide attacks, and many were too badly injured to move at all."

(John) "Do you want to get something to eat now?"

(Lara) “Yes, I'm getting rather hungry.”

He helped her get out and then dry off, he gave her a bathrobe to wear and said, "This will have to do until we can get you some clean clothes, do you mind wearing camo?"

(Lara) “It will have to do. At least it is better than parading around in the nude.”

(John) (Chuckling) "Okay then, shall we go into the dining room and I'll have a servant bring some food in. Your kids have already been fed, I arranged it earlier."

He led her to the dinning room and then helped her get seated, and then he sat down and asked her, "What do you want to eat?"

(Lara) "What is tonight's specialty?"

(John) "I believe it is pheasant, Egyptian pheasant, a rather delicate dish."

He pressed a button on a communications intercom and told the servant to get him two dishes of pheasant.

The kitchen had been making pheasant all day and so they had some already to go, about five minutes later the pheasant was brought up.

They both started to eat, John asked her, "Well, do you like it?"

Lara speared a generous portion of pheasant with her fork, and then slowly put it in her mouth. Her chin began to dribble a little juice, as the pheasant was tender and juicy. Lara chewed gently, releasing the flavor of the pheasant. After wiping her chin, she looked straight at John and simply nodded.

They finished their dinners soon enough, John offered Lara a glass of wine, she wasn't it the mood for a drink. She'd rather have had more of the cocaine she imagined that John had a plentiful supply of.

(John) "Well, anything you want now? Drink perhaps? Another cigar maybe?”

(Lara) “Hmm. Do you have anything left in your snuffbox? It does make my pain go away. Afterwards, perhaps a drink to soothe myself.”

John took out the snuffbox filled with cocaine from the pocket he tucked it into; he opened it and held it under her nose, "Here, take a big sniff.”

He used a finger to close one of her nostrils and then he said, "Big sniff, go on, big sniff."

Lara took a large sniff and was rewarded by a large explosion of euphoria. Everything began to dissipate in a dreamy state.

(John) "Do you want to go get some rest now?" Lara was barely coherent and didn't really know what was going on, all she knew was she felt good, very good.

(Lara) “I'd like to rest and enjoy the excellent feeling.”

(John) "Okay, well it's quite late, past 10, so I'm sure resting is a good idea, why don't you go check on your kids, I'm sure they've been put to bed by a servant already. So why don't you go check on them, and then you can get your rest."

Lara rests for a bit, waiting for her to regain her proper faculties. After several minutes, she got back up and went to the room next door where her children were sleeping. She watched them for a while, and then closed the door on her way back to bed.

John was lying next to her, there was only one bed in the room, he looked over and asked her, "How are your kids doing?"

(Lara) "They are sleeping quite peacefully, considering all that has happened. I wish I was a kid, and live a simple life once again without worries."

(John) "Don't worry, you'll be fine, things will get better. My life as a child was anything but peaceful, the idea that children live peaceful lives, that is nonsense, well at least growing up in my nation in the 60s and 70s, it was anything but peaceful.”

(Lara) How so? What happened, if you don't mind asking?

(John) "The government was a Marxist coalition of Jews and blacks, the whites were held kept in poverty purposefully, so we had to obey the government or we got no food. My father had been a duke before the Marxist seizure of power, and after they took over, we were reduced to peasants overnight. The white unemployment rate was over 60%, while many whites died of starvation due to poverty, Jewish business lords built mansions of such grandeur. The crime rate was massive; over 50,000 whites were murdered each year by blacks, over 350,000 black on white rapes, over 5 million black on white assaults. Gun bans were enacted to keep whites from being able to defend themselves. Over 90% of violent crime was committed by just 8% of the nation, the blacks, it was awful."

(Lara) “I simply had no idea.”

(John) "But one night in 1984, a 23 year old 2nd lieutenant in the 1st Parachute division in Cambodia, changed it all."

(John) "There were 42 divisions in the army, 38 were compromised of blacks and marxist whites, they had no real training and were just given guns and allowed to lord over whites and terrorize them. The other 4 divisions were basically punishment units for right-wing white males; they became elites though, as they were sent into war after war as a way to keep right wing whites busy. They were the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th parachute divisions, the best in the army."

(John) "A young 2nd lieutenant fighting who had been in over 12 different wars in his 3 short years in the army, he was sent with the 1st parachute division into Cambodia in 1983, he was internationally known as the most vocal proponent of white supremacy and white revolution in Mississippi. He wrote his first book on racial issues at age 16, he visited white regimes in South Africa and Rhodesia, he was also an artist, at age 13 he painted Francisco Franco's portrait in Spain. That man was Curtis Fabus."

(John) "On the night of January 23rd, 1984, a revolution of dispossessed and desperate white peasants erupted all across Mississippi, over 400 million people, most of them unarmed, surged forward against the blacks and Marxist whites, and overwhelmed many of their units. They government ordered the 4 elite right-wing parachute divisions back to Mississippi to crush the rebellion. The divisions returned to Mississippi, but under the leadership of Curtis Fabus, they jumped into the capital and decapitated the government in one swift stroke. Then about 10 months later, they had smashed the 38 divisions of the government army."

(John) "That is why we'll never accept those people again. We suffered and died through over 20 years of their misrule and their destruction of our nation. We're done with them, we've been done with them, their power over us was broken in November of 1984 and it will never be restored."

(Lara) “Four divisions against 38? Quite an impressive feat.”

(John) "Most of the black soldiers had never fought anybody who actually had guns to fight back with."

(John) "The 4 white parachute divisions, every man had at least 2 years of experience in constant war, some had 10 or even 15 years of experience, the most battle hardened men."

(John) "The thing was the very week the Premier came to power, the 90% tax on whites was dropped to 60%. The black on white crime rate dropped to virtually nonexistent, the trains actually ran on time. It was quite common for trains to be over 2 weeks late.”

(John) "I remember father booked a ticket on a train for November 1st, and he had to wait until November 19th when it actually arrived."

(John) "It was in 1976."

(Lara) "How far did the train have to travel? Also, is your father still alive?"

(John) "The train had to travel about 35 miles, but it was crewed by marxists who preferred to spend their time smoking dope and playing music. My father is indeed still alive."

(John) "The Marxist government had set limits on the amount of white men that could marry white women, they said too many white marriages would mean too many white babies."

(John) "I'm only 38, father is 62."

(John) "I was 18 when the revolution started, I was a given a commission as a lieutenant in the white defense militia nicknamed, "The White Tigers"."

(John) "Father had to wait over a decade to legally marry mother, before that, they just lived together as the government refused to issue them a marriage license, stating enough white people had already been that year, that was the answer they got for over a decade. And fornication was banned amongst whites, they were limiting our population, we were in decline."

(John) "The Marxists even banned children from flying kites!"

(Lara) Banning kites? What a preposterous idea!

(John) "They said children should be in fields picking food or in factories making things, not distracted with kites."

(John) "Pollution was so bad that people used to say, "He committed suicide by drinking the water". It was awful."

(John) "Did you know our national anthem was banned by the Marxists?"

(Lara) “What was the National Anthem?”

(John) "God's Grace Shine On Mississippi."

(John) "There was also our unofficial anthem, Mississippi Above All Others."

(John) "The Marxists kept rambling on about the USSR, China, Cuba, etc, the need to be a part of the world, they said the idea we were a separate nation was an insult to the world. They preached against honor, national pride, borders, etc."

(Lara) “That doesn't make sense. Nations are nations. People are people. In a world, there will always be different people.”

(John) "The Marxists said anybody who argued that all people were not the same, was a vile white supremacist and was a threat to the nation. I actually remember my friends from my youth, they would be in the street playing with me, and secret police would take them and their parents away, many of them never came back, some of them did come back months later. They had been sent to reeducation camps to be brainwashed by the Marxist regime."

(Lara) I would like to raise one question. Surely the concept of equality would be appealing. Equal chances to do things. For instance, suppose a poor white person and a rich white person were put in a team, or military. The rich white guy is treated better, gets more opportunities, and generally gets to advance. The poor white person wouldn't be able to do so without wealth. This is a hypothetical question."

(John) "We place an emphasis on merit and political loyalty. Those who can perform well and are loyal are treated the best, those who are of very questionable loyalty are not treated well. But those who are of good merit but somewhat unsure loyalty, they are treated decent. Promotions are probably based 50% on merit, 40% on loyalty, and 10% on personal connections or wealth."

(John) "You know that I signed up for this army to fight evil, no to perpetrate it upon others. That is the one thing I will never be able to forgive myself for, the conduct of myself and those under my command in HM. I mean, we have been given this aggression drug before, but never did we do anything so brutal as this... I think the scientists altered it for some reason, I don't know who, or how, or even why, but time will tell. And maybe in time, those we wronged may forgive us perhaps?"

(Lara) “Perhaps. Although the Sharina humanitarians and soldiers at the Refugee Zone at HM kept talking about all of your actions.”

(John) (Sighing) "I've read the reports, I know how many civilians the men under my command killed."

(Lara) I think Sharina needs to hear about CM's history and stories so that their humanitarians and people would be able to try to understand CM better.

(Lara) And perhaps forgive your people.

(John) "Maybe."

(Lara) There's a part of me that still hates all of you for what you have done to women and children who caused you no harm. But another part of me can understand the hardships your people went through.

(John) "We don't hold grudges, we're not hateful, we allowed 500,000 blacks to flee Angola for one of our colonies in Northern Africa when Angola fell into civil-war after our colonial government collapsed in Angola."

(John) "It was about 4 months ago or so when Angola fell, over 2 million white colonists were killed, 7 million white women raped, 5 million blacks killed. The Marxist guerilla army was brutal."

(John) "We had over 20 million white colonists in Angola, but the first 4 months of the 8 month war, over 16 million of them just packed and fled, the guerillas fired scuds and mortars at the major cities. The 700,000 strong detachment of the Imperial Army from Mississippi was pulled from Angola to Mississippian Libya to reinforce the CM position in Libya. The White Colonial Army of Angola which was once 600,000 strong dwindled as the colonists that comprised it fled; it fell to just 40,000 in the last month of the war. They held out for 1 month against 3 million Marxist guerillas armed with modern soviet weaponry."

(John) "The last five days of the war, the black guerilla armies surrounded every major city, coastal city etc. They overran Luena and killed every man, woman, and child, they could find, white or black, they killed them all, over 500,000 dead. The coastal cities became so desperate over 500,000 whites and blacks jumped into the ocean to swim to boats anchored over 2 miles offshore."

(Lara) “First your 4 parachute divisions fought off 38 government divisions. Then 40,000 of your soldiers held off 3 million of the enemy. Quite incredible feats.”

(John) "I actually saw it all on the news, live, people attempting to float cars out into the ocean, people in rafts, etc."

(Lara) Interesting. Now I'm beginning to understand, at least a small measure, of the atrocities that were committed against your nation.

(John) "The Angolan Special Air Assault Squads (ASAAS) dropped 500 operators into Luena and they finally drove the blacks out of the city and inflicted over 15,000 casualties on them, with the loss of just 12 of their own."

(John) "I remember the ASAAS dropped 100 soldiers into an enemy camp in Zambia, the guerillas established bases in nations that bordered Angola. The ASAAS dropped 100 soldiers into the middle of a terrorist camp of 5,000. They killed over 1,500 and lost none of their own, only a few dozen wounded. They then made their way back into Angola, over 200 miles back to Angola."

(John) "There were never more than 1,000 operatives in the ASAAS, but when the enemy heard they were in the area, they wanted to get out of the there as fast as they could."

(Lara) “How were they able to do these feats? Did they use the specialized drugs?”

(John) "When Luanda, the capital was falling, approximately 8,000 soldiers held the city open while 3 million civilians escaped from 300,000 Marxist guerillas. The soldiers were reduced to a few hundred, then none. No, the white colonial units have never been known to take drugs, they're just damn good at what they do, they practice, train, drill, and they know that he who dares, wins."

(John) "Well, that should explain something about our fighting spirit, we have no problem jumping into battle outnumbered more than 50 to 1."

(Lara) “That’s quite something that you Mississippians can be proud of.”

(John) "Yes. We've been in quite a number of wars, but in the past 4 years of wars, we've lost over 900,000 soldiers. We've probably killed over 40 million enemy soldiers in various wars. But almost 1/3 of the dead are from Angola, over 200,000 imperial soldiers and 100,000 white colonial soldiers died in the 8 month war in Angola."

(Lara) “I must admit that you have a lot of pride and history than one can see from your people in the recent war.”

(John) "Most of the soldiers from the colonial army who died, died in the last few weeks of the war, they were fighting to keep the roads open for their families to escape, they had seen what happened in the rural farming areas. Over 100,000 rural farmers were horribly mutilated, tortured, and then murdered by the Marxists."

(John) "I am going to take it upon myself to investigate what was done with the aggression drugs. They have never caused memory blackouts before, but I myself don't remember anything of the first six days of the war, about three days from the second week, two days from the third week, and many others soldiers, indeed approximately 84% of all soldiers given the drugs, report similar problems. I smell a rat."

(John) "All I remember from the first day, was jumping out of the plane, hitting the ground, it was harder than normal, than the drugs started to enter my system, and after that I just remember running forward and firing my rifle, then nothing, a blank."

(Lara) “Perhaps if you can find a way to help your soldiers keep their faculties and good judgment intact, and not commit these acts of atrocities, I might be willing to forgive you and your people.”

(Lara) I'm speaking of the combat drugs.

(John) "I intend to investigate this matter very thoroughly. I've always been against these combat drugs, as I said, I'm on my sixth liver in ten years."

(John) "The drugs are guaranteed to cause liver failure about once every twenty months at the least."

(Lara) “Do you clone your livers or get transplants?”

(John) "We clone them."

(John) "We'd never get the volume we need from transplants, also that would open the door for the immoral to suggest we forcibly take livers from people they deem unfit, I'd not want to live at the expense of others... That is the sign of a parasite, and we're better than that."

Meanwhile, in a secret biological research laboratory in rural Kentucky, a team of CM doctors was discussing recent alterations of the aggression drugs "Agent X-10B".

(Doctor 1) "It's brilliant, they'll go on a frenzy and barely remember any of it!"

(Doctor 2) "Is this really moral?"

(Doctor 3) "Profits are up, does morality matter?"

(Doctor 2) "Well as long as profits are up, but what if some of the soldiers find out? What if they remember?"

(Doctor 1) "We'll just discredit them as lunatics!"

(Doctor 2) "Okay, sounds good to me."

Back on the ship, John was lying next to Lara still, both of them were talking.

(John) "So tell me Lara, what do you think will become of HM? Last I heard, the powers that fought in the war were bickering over dividing it up amongst themselves. Our nation has stepped out of such discussions because we have no desires to take other nations land, we have enough land. Come to think of it, I'm not really sure why the government went to war there, unless it was just so they'd get us pumped up to pillage HM. We did manage to loot over 1 trillion in gold reserves from the HM government alone!"

(Lara) “1 trillion? I thought the Hatarian government was running a deficit. The Sharians were talking about claiming a tract of HM to create a home for civilians. I am not sure about the other nations of NWV or ITD.”

(John) "Yes, well the government officials had squirreled away a large amount of private gold to assure their own well-being."

(John) "May I ask you a question, what happened to your husband? Was he killed in war?"

(Lara) “Yes he was. He died trying to protect me and my children from CM soldiers.”

(John) "Many of our men have died to protect our women. And we've killed many a good man who have sought to only do the same, defend their families. And I fear the killing shall never cease."

(John) "There are over 4 million war widows in Mississippi, widowed over the past 20 years. One thing that we've seen an increase in since Fabus took power is war. But the change is that where the Marxists used to lose every war they got us into, Fabus has won every single war."

(John) "The mass of the people are willing to accept war as necessary when Fabus tells them it is, they accept his word as law."

(John) "The cult of personality around Curtis Fabus is so strong, he's embezzled over 7 trillion dollars from the national treasury over the last twenty years, but 92% of the people voted, "I love the man!" in a recent poll. He uses the money to better their lives, because he wisely invests it and tucks it away for rainy days. Quite literally, it rained 47 inches in 4 days once and it caused massive flooding, over 500,000 were made homeless, he used the money he gained from the interest on the funds he illegally acquired and invested, to buy all those who lost their home, a new one, an even better one. He may take money, but he does it for the right reasons, he knows how to invest it."

(John) "He gets over 10 million letters a day! It is insane! Most of them are from young women asking him if he will consider an intimate meeting with them. A large amount are from children too young to join the regular army who want to be allowed in anyway."

(Lara) “A noble sentiment. Have you actually met the man himself?”

(John) "Oh yes, numerous times. He knows all of those he considers his 'top commanders', personally."

(John) "When I was 18 and just into the militia, I met him when he was 23 and the revolution was going on. He was happy then, full of life. He really changed though about 14 years ago, it was 1990, his wife died of syphilis, needless to say, she didn't get it from him, because he didn't cheat on her."

(John) "He knew what she was doing, and she knew he knew, but since he was seldom around, he understood she had needs, etc, and since he was off playing soldier most of the year, he figured it was just natural she look elsewhere to be satisfied in those regards. He said it was quote, "A weakness inherent in women, the inability to go prolonged periods without certain activities."

(John) "The circumstances surrounding her death are very secret and the public knows only lies. Because it was suspected she was an adulterer, which she was, he made it look like he had her killed for disobeying him on a political matter, so the public bought that story right up, but it was a tabloid deal, he never said either way. We all know he didn't kill her, but he made it look that way, to preserve her honor so nobody knew she got around."

(John) "If I had to describe the man in one sentence it would be, "Curtis Fabus is imperial and godlike", that is how I feel about the man."

(Lara) “Some women would disagree with Fabus's quote. Some women are indeed able to go for prolonged periods of time with minimum or no 'certain' activities.”

(John) "He said it was the weakness inherent in them that all women received from Eve, who was so easily seduced by Satan into having sex with him."

(Lara) It may be true for Eve, but there are women out there who are able to abstain, such as nuns.

(John) (Almost laughing) "You don't know many nuns! In our nation, the joker they have appointed as the pope, he is well-known for personally servicing the younger nuns!"

(Lara) That may be so in your nation. But elsewhere in the world, like in HM, we do have nuns that don’t participate in the 'activities'. There are other women who would go for years without the 'activities' while looking for Mr. Right.

(John) "He shouldn't be pope, that is the one problem in our nation, corruption, give the right people enough money, you get what you want. He's a former mobster, he paid 600 billion dollars to be appointed pope, and he made it back 400% returns in the first five years by skimming donations and stealing church funds. He needs to be gotten rid of. He is a stain on the holy office that he is in."

(John) "Most of the public doesn't know the inner workings of the regime, the behind the scenes operations, etc. But as a general, now a field marshal, I know a great deal of what goes on."

(Lara) “Your women may follow Fabus ideology, but women from other nations can be stronger than the CM women through abstinence, or an iron will. No offense, John.”

(John) "Ah but most of the women in our nation wait until they get married. But then again, there are the pressures to get married quickly and start having children; everything is geared towards people getting married and having children. The way things work are if a man and woman are together, and he gets her pregnant, he marries her right away so nobody really knows they were together before getting married, it would be a dishonor for her to be visibly pregnant at the wedding, and such.”

(John) "Only about 2% marriages end in divorce."

(Lara) “At least that is admirable, with the permanent marriage rate.”

(John) "Wow, we've been talking for several hours, look at the time." It's well past 12:45 am.

(Lara) “Yes. We had a lot to discuss and learn from each other.”

(John) "Yes. I never did ask you, what is your occupation?"

(Lara) “I was a professor myself.”

(Lara) “I just received my doctorate two months ago.”

(John) "In what might I ask?"

(Lara) “Mechanical engineering.”

(John) "Interesting. I don't know of a single woman who has a doctorate in anything, let alone mechanical engineering."

(Lara) “That can prove that women can be more capable and stronger than you or Fabus believe.”

(John) "Well most of the men in Mississippi have a saying, "women don't need a college education to have kids and raise them", that's the saying."

(John) "Most of the women in college are there to get degrees to become teachers in the public schools."

(Lara) “Women can do many, if not all the same things that men can do. The only difference between us is sexual organs, different body forms, and slightly smaller size.”

(Lara) “And the capacity to have children.”

(John) "Well, I'd like to know, what country do you want to be in right now? Where do you want to go?" It was a tough question, her native country of HM was a shattered ruin and was being carved up, she really had nothing else waiting for her in any other countries, and this man lying next to her, this Jekyll, was hardly the Hyde he had been earlier, she was certain there was some merit to his theory about somebody tampering with their combat enhancing drugs, she'd like to see if theory panned out. She wondered why he was asking her for her opinions on the matter, she was fairly certain he'd made it clear what he intended to do with her.

(Lara) “It’s a hard decision for me. On one hand, I have friends and relatives from my village who are probably living in Sharina by now. On the other hand, I would like to experience your nation firsthand. The only way for me to truly decide is if I was able to experience both nations. After all, I cannot go back to HM.”

(John) "Very well then, do you want me to have them offered asylum in Egypt? Or another nation perhaps. I can move any amount of people and get them any amount of houses needed for them to settle in, remember, I am the duke of Marsa Matruh."

(Lara) That could cause some problems, because Sharina wouldn't be happy to give up more refugees, especially after what happened on my transport.

(John) "You know something, I bet in a few days, I'm going to get a report on my desk... It's going to tell me a large number of the soldiers that fought in HM have committed suicide. I'd be lying if I said the thought hasn't entered my mind at least 20 or 30 times since I've become aware of what I've done. You fight for ideals and then one day everything you do goes against those ideals, do you know what I mean? It's a sickening feeling, and every time you look at yourself, you realize what it was you did, you not only harmed others, and you betrayed yourself and your ideals. You watch, we're going to see an epidemic of suicides amongst the approximately 650,000 soldiers that were in HM."

(John) "I've been in the army 20 years, seen lots of things. But never have I seen anything happen like what happened in HM, somebody altered those combat enhancing drugs. I don't know who or why, but I'm going to use all my connections to figure out the answers, so they can be stopped before they cause more destruction."

Indeed the drugs had been altered, but nobody had any idea of knowing that for sure. The elite doctors in the lab in Kentucky were sitting smoking cigars discussing the results of their field studies involving the altered drugs. Their goal to make an emotionless human killing machine that would show no mercy or pity, the reason, the robot killers had turned against their human masters. So humans would have to be used instead.

(John) "Well Lara, what say we call it a day and we talk more in the morning."

(Lara) “Good idea. We both need some sleep.”

John fell fast asleep almost immediately. Lara lay next to him, watching him.

She wondered what would happen with her, if she should wake him up and ask him what his plans for her where, if they'd changed.

She decided against it and started to slowly fall asleep.

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Mind if I join? If not, I'll delete this post.


I really don't see how we'd work you into this, but if you want to TG or msg me on Yahoo or MSN, we can talk about it.

Just as President John laid down, another report came in. This time it was about CM. President John read the report from intelligence about CM. He threw the paper down in disgust. Rapes of civilians who's country lost a war? Murders of children? Victory should be celebrated peacefully! Then another report came in saying their minds were under combat drugs that had been altered by the maker's rivals. President John decided it was time to send in some of HP's best to sort this out. So, President John secretly ordered 3,000,000 HP troops to head in there. HP does not ignore such atrocities.


Ooc: Hello, the rapes and war were over 2-3 weeks ago in the RP world. Where were you. Hatarian Mammalia was wiped out by Nazi Weaponized Virus... CM has been out of HM for 2.5 weeks.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=348683&page=1&pp=15&highlight=hatarian+mammalia

oh okay. I'll just delete my post then.

[OOC: Would there be a way to work Hadula into this? Hadula is known for its scientists, mainly in architecture/engineering or chemistry/virology. I'm not sure just "how" exactly. But I love RPing with you, your one of the more enjoyable people to RP with, even if you disgust me OOC and even IC in some respects. No love lost, eh?]

[OOC: Would there be a way to work Hadula into this? Hadula is known for its scientists, mainly in architecture/engineering or chemistry/virology. I'm not sure just "how" exactly. But I love RPing with you, your one of the more enjoyable people to RP with, even if you disgust me OOC and even IC in some respects. No love lost, eh?]


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We'll try to think of a way to work you in. No promises though, we'll have to wait and see what happens. I'll think of something.

OOC: Is there a way I can get in this without getting nuked or destroyed on any level? I find your RPs interesting CM. Or am I not worthy enough ;)

OOC: Is there a way I can get in this without getting nuked or destroyed on any level? I find your RPs interesting CM. Or am I not worthy enough ;)


I don't know if you're worthy or not, I've not seen much of your work. So I'll assume you are potentially worthy... But we are rapidly filling up on the amount of people I'd want in this. We'll have to see what happens.

I don't know if you're worthy or not, I've not seen much of your work. So I'll assume you are potentially worthy... But we are rapidly filling up on the amount of people I'd want in this. We'll have to see what happens.

OOC: Heh, TG me if I'm needed or not needed. I'll be going now.
*zoom!*

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Sharina handled the role of Lara. CM handled the roles of CM characters. This was done via yahoo.

Also note, Age warning, this might contain adult situations, racial violence, racial remarks, adult language, nudity, sex, violence, drug use, tobacco use, and alcohol use. Well hell, it’s a CM RP, so we’re certain it’s going to contain most if not all of them!



Lara woke up at about 7:50 the next morning; John was still asleep next to her.

She could scarcely tell she was on a ship as the waters were very calm.

(Lara) “I wonder what today will bring me and my kids.”

John stirred in his sleep and his rolled over, his arm stretched out over Lara.

John then rolled back over and finally woke up.

He saw that Lara was already awake, "Ah good morning, how are you today?"

(Lara) “Feeling quite better than I did yesterday. Sleep does wonders for your body."

(John) "Do you want anything to drink or perhaps another cigar?"

(Lara) "A drink would help. My throat is all gummy and kind of dry."

John reached over to a nearby bottle of cognac and poured her a glass, he then handed it to her.

Lara held the glass with both hands and then took a small sip.

(Lara) "It feels quite refreshing."

Lara took several more sips until the glass was half full.

(John) "Anything else you want?"

John took out his snuffbox and snorted up so cocaine, he then held it out for her, "Want some?" he offered.

(Lara) "I would go with a cigar now, then the cocaine later if I feel any pain."

John placed the cigar gently in her mouth and lit it for her.

Lara inhaled a good amount to soothe her nerves. She blew a bluish cloud of smoke, and then coughed a bit.

John inhaled the second hand smoke she put out and said, "Ah, I should get my own cigar lit up"; he took one for himself and lit it with a match.

Lara was curious what John planned to do with her now.

(Lara) “I have been thinking from yesterday night. What do you intend to do with me now that your combat drugs have wore off, allowing you better rational thinking?"

(John) "Well that depends what do you want to do? Do you think your homeland is safe with all those so-called peacekeepers trying to divide it up amongst themselves?"

(Lara) "Honestly, I don't know. I'd like to visit HM, CM, and Sharina. HM to see my old neighborhood rebuilt, CM to learn more about your country, and Sharina to visit my family and friends who are probably living there now."

(John) "That sounds like a good plan. I've heard a large number of people from HM have been resettled in Mississippian Egypt and Mississippian Libya. Almost 100 million of them."

(John) "I think most of your family and friends are probably in the CM Commonwealth by now."

(Lara) "Some people from my village were close childhood friends. My mother, sister, and younger brothers were living in that village. From what I can remember, my sister and young brothers were on that transport and didn't come over with us. I think my childhood friends who were brought to the Refugee Zone were put on another transport. It will be hard trying to track them all down."

John softly brushed her hair out from in front of her eyes with his right hand, and then reassuringly said, "Don't worry, CM has some of the best intelligence operatives in the world, I'll see that you can find them."

(Lara) "I appreciate your kindness in this matter. War is cruel on families, because they can be torn apart from different loyalties, being killed, or going missing."

(John) "It's the least I can do. By the way, there are other things I can do, how much money do you want?"

(John) "Half a billion? A full billion? How much?"

Lara was surprised at John Tallmadge's offer. She has never heard of anyone willing to give such quantities of money. A billion! She has never dreamed of being a thousand-millionaire.

(Lara) "To be honest, I am surprised you are offering such quantities of money to me. I have never dreamed of possessing such wealth."

(John) "Well it is the least I can do, my army did wreck your nation, kill your husband, and I did some rather horrible things. So is a billion fine?" Not enough? Two billion?"

(Lara) "Money cannot erase the past in most instances. People will always remember horrible things, but easily forget the good things. There is an old Hataria Mammalian saying. 'You cannot buy true love, nor true friendship'. However, seeing that I am to be living with you in the Commonwealth, some wealth wouldn't hurt."

(John) "Well in Mississippi the old saying is "Money talks and people listen, the more money, the more they listen". It's a pretty rotten saying that shows greed has taken hold over the nobility. But it's always just been money for me; it's never bought me happiness or anything of the sort. Although it did get my son what he wanted... A commission in the Republican Guard as a 2nd lieutenant, he spent 3 years of his youth training for it, and it cost lots of money to get the training. The government doesn't pay for youth training for the guard; the parents must pay. I spent over 5 million dollars to get him the best training possible."

(Lara) "It's sad to see that greed is always there, no matter what nation people are in, let it be CM or HM. However, seeing that I am destined to become your bride, it wouldn't hurt to have some personal wealth to purchase for and take care of my children."

(John) "Well about that, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

(Lara) "On second thought, I think I'd need some wealth to take care of my children."

(John) "Well you're welcome to stay on my estate near Marsa Matruh if you so choose to, my son has spent many years there, it was good for him, he liked it. He's now off in the few spots of desert left in Egypt, doing army maneuvers.

(Lara) "Few deserts? What do you mean by that? I thought Egypt had a lot of desert?"

(John) "I may not have mentioned it, but Egypt was irrigated to the point it is as green and lush as Mississippi."

(Lara) "I remember studying ancient history, and I remember that Egypt was indeed lush over 20,000 years ago before the Sahara expanded."

(John) "Yes it was, and it is lush again, as is Libya and Western Sahara."

(Lara) "How much effort, money, and time did it take to do such a feat?"

(John) "About six months and 3 trillion dollars."

(John) "And the efforts of over ten million workers and fifty thousand engineers."

(Lara) "Just 6 months to work on such large areas of desert? I have known smaller projects that took a lot longer, such as the Suez and Panama canals."

(John) "Yes well we motivate workers to work hard by offering them rewards for success and punishments for failures. We also had no bureaucratic red tape to deal with."

(John) "The Premier said quote, "It shall be done", and so it was done."

(Lara) "Still, it must have been a very difficult project to do in the time allocated."

(John) "Yes it was difficult."

As they are talking, a servant knocks on the door, John calls him to come in, he brings Lara's son inside.

(Servant) "He was running about the ship, talking to sailors, asking them questions, one of them let him fire a gun a few times.

(Boy) "It's great here mom, you should see how big this ship is!"

(John) "Now I'm sure you know better than to be sneaking off without your mother's permission, she's looking after you."

(Boy) "Well I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to cause any trouble on your ship."

(Lara) "David, please let mommy know where and what you are doing. What if you were wandering around in a city and someone did bad things to you?"

(David) "Oh but we're on a ship mommy, these are sailors they protect good people from bad people. Don't they?"

(Lara) "Yes, I know David. But there can be dangers here as well. Some people might have taken you for themselves. You would become their kid, not mine anymore."

Lara is trying to explain CM soldiers taking kids as their own

David sees John’s cigar sitting in the ashtray, burning, he asks, "Mommy, can I have one of those?"

(Lara) "You aren't old enough yet to smoke. Perhaps when you are a few years older."

(John) "Don't worry David, you'll be safe on this ship, I guarantee it. This is my ship after all, so don't you worry, nobody will take you from your mother." (He was looking at Lara as he said the last part. Then he turned back to David) "Now why don't you run off to your room, and later your mommy and I will take you all through the ship and show you where the sailors work."

(David) "Yeah! Mommy, we'll go later right? Promise?"

(Lara) "I promise, David. Now be a good boy and don't cause any trouble."

David nodded and then ran off to his room, the servant walked out of the quarters and back to tend to his jobs.

(John) "You seem to handle your children very well."

(Lara) "Our family has a strong heritage. We emphasize discipline at a young age, and because of this, there hasn't been any crime committed by my family for generations."

(John) "Well until this business with HM, my family had been without crime for decades. I've shamed my family name."

John just lies in bed next to Lara and watches her intently as she smokes her cigar, she hasn't told him yet, but she is still in a degree of pain.

Lara begins to groan slightly, as she tries to reposition herself in the bed. Another small groan escaped her lips after blowing out another bluish cloud of smoke.

(John) "Are you okay?"

(Lara) "Actually, I still feel a little pain from what happened yesterday, but not as much as last night."

He picked up the snuffbox and held it out, "Do you want some?"

Lara nodded her head, while putting out her cigar, which had shrunk in size considerably.

John opened it and held it under her nose; he closed her left nostril and waited for her to snort it.

Lara took a rather generous snort, and then as the rush of euphoria passed over her, she laid back in the bed.

(John) "Do you have any pain elsewhere? This can be used as a local anesthetic you know."

Lara shook her head. "Just in the area that was violated."

John went to the drawer and took out a large bag of cocaine, he tossed it to her, "You can rub it on there, and it’ll stop the pain."

(Lara) "Thank you. You told me not to tell anyone of this. May I ask why?"

(John) "Cocaine is quite illegal, especially in the armed forces."

While Lara rubbed the cocaine on the pain-affected areas, she looked straight at John. "I will keep this a secret. I do not want to have to be 'transferred' to another CM officer, since you seem to be a quite reasonable man."

(John) "Thank you."

Lara was beginning to feel much better as the cocaine was taking affect, she started to feel waves of pleasure and euphoria hitting her, she didn't realize it but she had started to rub herself. John jokingly said, "Would you like some privacy?" She was brought back into reality and realized what she was doing.

(Lara) "Oh! I must have had too much cocaine!"

(John) "Shh... Keep it down, people in the neighboring rooms might hear you."

(Lara) "I apologize. I hadn't realized how loud I was. I must have lost my senses while under the effect of cocaine."

John was getting visibly nervous, "Don't call it that, just call it medicine, people might be listening."

Lara nodded. "Again I apologize."

(John) "That's okay."

There was a knock at the front door of the quarters.

(John) "Quick, hide that stuff."

Lara quickly put the cocaine bag between the mattresses. She then put a sheet over her body to hide the cocaine dust.

John put a robe on and walked out of his bedroom to the front door of the quarters, he opened it, it was a marine lieutenant, from intelligence, he walked into the room.

Lara walked into the main room, they all then went into the private study, a small room, but they all fit in it comfortably.

(Lieutenant) "Well Field Marshal sir, you theory was right. I've analyzed the combat drugs we've had in stock from the last shipment before this mission, and the ones issued for this mission. They're totally altered, somebody boosted the aggression factor of the drugs at least by a factor of 5, and they're altered to suppress short-term memory, to stop the memories from forming and becoming long-term memory. Whoever did this was an expert and it is obviously an inside job."

The Lieutenant turned and looked at Lara, he then asked her in a serious tone, "Ma'am, would you mind telling me what you're on?"

(Lara) "What do you mean? I am simply recovering from yesterday."

(Lieutenant) (Sarcastic tone of disbelief) "Yeah whatever" (Makes a snorting noise)

(Lara) "Take it as you will. Have you any idea how much pain a woman can receive from forced raping? Seeing as you are not a woman, I don't think so."

(Lieutenant) "I'm sorry ma'am, I should have thought of that. Might I ask you, have you ever been to prison?”

(Lara) "No. My whole family has not committed any crime for generations. We pride ourselves on discipline."

(Lieutenant) (Looks her right the eyes, and in a deadly serious tone) "Take it from me, I know, you don't want to wind up in a prison. I spent two years for political crimes in another nation, before I was able to escape and seek asylum in Mississippi. Let me tell you, prison isn't fun."

(Lara) "I can surmise that much. I've heard stories of brutality being committed in Hataria Mammalian prisons. Same sex rapes, murders, maiming, and other horrible things. Even the guards participated in these actions. I heard all this through rumors and stories told by several people in my village."

(Lieutenant) "Well I can tell you from my own experiences, being raped in the ass is not fun!"

John was looking over the reports and analysis of the drugs affects and wasn't paying much attention to their conversation.

(Lara) "You probably engaged in several acts of rape or shooting contests, Lieutenant."

(Lieutenant) "Don't say that! There's no way to know for sure! You don't know!"

(John) (Looking up from the reports) "Only one place this could have been done, we need to go to Kentucky soon, and pay a visit to the Schacht Advanced Pharmaceuticals research laboratory."

(Lara) "Lieutenant, I was only saying that it was likely that you could have done these things. Most CM soldiers have done these things, and you admit you cannot remember what happened for two weeks. You could have raped women, or you did not. The only way to know is to regain your memory."

(Lieutenant) "Well I have to go, I have.... I'm on duty, I don't have time for this!" He obviously didn't want to hear he could done such things. He stormed out of the room and closed the door so hard papers flew about.

(John) "Well at least we know where to start looking. You know there are some officers that would have done those things even in a normal state of mind, it is sad that a few bad apples get into the bunch."

(John) "What now? Your son is looking forward to checking out the ship, shall we investigate it?"

Lara nods. "Point taken. We should spend some quality time with David, and try to have him get to know CM people a little better, then have lunch together. I think it would be nice if he gets used to being a part of your household."

John agreed it was a good idea and he went off to get dressed.

Lara went to the shower, and washed off the cocaine dust, and cleaned herself up. She dressed up in silk clothes, and bumped into John as she exited the bathroom.

(John) "Sorry there, wasn't watching where I was going." (Even though it was her fault)

(Lara) "No worries. Ready?"

(John) "Yes, I'm ready... You?"

(Lara) "Yes. Lets go find David."

They walked to the other room and Lara called David, he came walking over, "Yes mommy, are we going to see the ship now?"

(Lara) "That’s right, sweetie. This nice man is taking us on a tour. His name is John Tallmadge."

David walked along on his mother's left side, John was on her right side, he leaned in and whispered, "You don't have to say I'm a nice man."

They walked up to the bridge, the Captain and an Admiral were there.

(John) "David, that man there is the captain of the whole ship, Gunter Lindemann, and that man there is the fleet admiral, he commands many ships, he is Ernst Raedar."

The two men turned and smiled at David and waved, the Captain asked him if he'd like to take the wheel and steer the ship

(David) "Can I mommy?"

(Lara) "Yes, sweetie. As long as you are careful. Don't forget to thank the Captain."

(David) "Thank you Mr. captain sir."

(Captain) "You're welcome." (Turning to Lara) "What's his name?"

(Lara) "His name is David."

(Captain) "Well young David, maybe someday, you'll be a captain of a battleship like this one."

(David) "Really, I could have my own ship!"

(Captain) "Sure, just tell your mother to enroll you in the youth naval officer training program."

(David) "Wow. I will remember that! How can I steer the ship, Mr. Captain?"

(Captain) "Just take the wheel here and turn it until the numbers of the screen read 60 degrees east, that is the way we want to go."

David takes the wheel and turns it to the right and watches the numbers, he stops right on 60.

(Captain) "Good job!"

The admiral was going over a map and watching the radar screen, something blinked on it, he screamed for the captain to get over there fast. The captain told David, "I've got to go, there is work to be done". Lara figured it was time to move on.

(Lara) "David, lets see the other fun parts of the ship. The captain needs to work to protect us."

They walked out of the bridge and down back onto the deck.

David was leaning over the side of the side, and he spat over the side, Lara didn't think it was polite, John just laughed because he remembered doing the same thing when he was on a ship as a youngster. The ship was low in the water, maybe 40 feet from the deck to the water below, the waves were high today. In the distance, Lara thought she could see something approaching, streaming fast through the air. John looked and saw it to. He spat over the side of the side in disgust, "It's a fighter plane, just one though, probably an asshole from DPUO trying to bait us into firing on him!"

(Lara) "Is it wise to stay outside if hostilities should break out?"

Before John could respond, the fighter plane went mach 3 and burst right over the Battleship, nearly clipping the deck, David was startled and jumped, he was about to fall over the side, John dove to catch him but was unable to. David fell over the side of the ship and landed in the water. John dove over the side after him, while shouting to Lara, "Get a rope!"

A crewman looking out shouted over the speaker, "Man overboard!"

She looked down, trying to see where John and David were, John dove under the water and about twenty seconds later came back up with David firmly in his arms, holding him against his chest, He shouted, "He's okay!"

Two crewmen nearby lowered a harness down, John put David in the harness and they pulled him back up.

Another crewman dropped a rope to John and then pulled him back up.

(David) "That water was cold mommy."

(John) "David, are you okay?"

(John) (To Lara) "You'd better get him warmed up before he gets sick, do you want to take him to the doctor?"

(Lara) "That would be a good idea. He has had a lot of surprises today, didn't he?"

(John) (Drying off with a towel) "Yes, I'd say so. Let's go to the doctor then, and continue the tour tomorrow perhaps, there's been enough excitement today, yes?"

(Lara) "Good idea. By the way, will there be any action taken against the DPUO fighter? After all, my son could have been killed from drowning!"

(John) "We're currently in a cold-war with DPUO, but we're not sure that was his plane, but who else would it be. They want us to shoot it down or attempt to, that'd give them ammunition to use against us, maybe even an excuse for war. I'm sorry, there is nothing we can do, and we won't start a war with them. But David is okay, that is all that matters, yes?"

(Lara) "Yeah. I just get upset when the life of my children are threatened."

(John) "Well we can try to find out who the pilot was, and I can have him tracked down and killed by assassins if you'd like?

(Lara) "That would be overkill. But I would like to know if that pilot did it of his own accord, or if he was ordered to do so. If he did it of his own will, I would like action taken, but if he was ordered to do what he did, I wouldn't pursue a course of action."

(John) "Most of their pilots are hotshot jerks who think they can provoke us and we'll do nothing. I'd be willing to wager he was order to patrol, but decided to mess with us for his own fun."

John and Lara walked to the doctor, John was carrying David, and he asked him, "You feeling okay?"

(David) "I swallowed some that salty water, it tasted funny, now my stomach and head hurt."

(John) "Well the doctor will have you feeling better right away!"

The doctor checked him over and then gave him some medication to get the salt water out of his system, and suggested he get some rest.

(John) (To Lara) "Well then, shall we go back to the room?"

(Lara) "We could rest for a bit, then have lunch."

They walked back to the room, there were some servants standing around, one had some empty dishes in his hands, "The young ladies in the other room got hungry and so they called up for some food. They finished eating, so we tucked them in for an afternoon nap."

The female servant nodded her head and said to Lara, "Shall we leave then?"

(Lara) "Thank you for taking care of my two daughters. Me and John might like some lunch later."

(Male Servant and Female Servant in unison) "As you wish ma'am." The lady added, "Just give us a call when you're ready to order."

(Lara) "Very well. You may leave now."

They both turned and walked out.

(David) (Yawning) "I'm tired mommy, can I go rest for a while?"

(Lara) "Yes. You had a pretty exciting day today, piloting this huge boat and then falling in the cold water."

(Lara) "Sleep well, sweetie."

David kissed his mother and then went into his room to sleep.

Lara was now fairly certain that John was a good person, or else he'd have not jumped in to save her son, without showing any hesitation to jump in, almost as though it was a natural reaction... He saw somebody in trouble, and helped them. She was mad that some company had taken advantage of his trust that he put in them, and altered the medications they sold the army, she was mad that all the otherwise innocent soldiers had been taken advantage of. Everybody had lost, the soldiers for being turned into monsters, and especially their victims, she wondered what the company gained out of it. Time would tell.

(John) "Do you want to go rest for a while?"

(Lara) "I need to soothe my frayed nerves after what happened earlier with the DPUO jet and my son almost drowning."

(John) "Should I get out the snuffbox again? Or would you prefer a drink?"

(Lara) "I'm not feeling any pain right now, so a drink would suffice."

John poured her a glass of brandy and handed it to her.

She wasn't feeling any real pain, but she wanted the rush of pleasure again, so she wondered if she should ask him for the snuffbox anyway.

Lara wondered whether if she should snuff more cocaine, or if she should hold off the cocaine. After all, she had her health to think of. She wouldn't be of much use to John if her body began to fail due to excess cocaine usage.

(John) "Anything else then? Or do you just want to get lie down and relax?"

(Lara) "A rest would be nice. Afterwards, we could have some lunch. I was thinking of having David join, and have him get to know you a little better."

(John) "That sounds good."

John helped Lara to the bed and then lay her down gently on one side, then he got on the other, he was lying on his back looking up at the ceiling.

(Lara) "What is on your mind?"

(John) "I was thinking of Deuteronomy 22:28..." She had no idea what he was talking about, only that it was something to do with the bible.

(John) "Our national law is largely built on the law of the Old Testament, we're a nation of religion you see, and as such most of the Old Testament law is our law."

(Lara) "What of it?"

(John) "Well the specific passage in the bible reads, "Should a man find and seize a woman and force her to lie with him, he must marry her and remain with her all his days."

(John) "I'm fairly certain you don't wish to do that though, so you don't have to."

(Lara) "What of true love?"

(John) "The law doesn't really take that into account. Fathers can arrange to marry off their sons and daughters, and such. Most people grow to love each other though, few marriages end in divorce."

(Lara) "Do you believe in true love? Or love at first sight?"

(John) "I don't know, but when I saw the woman who later became my wife, so many years ago, I knew she'd be my wife. Somehow I knew it. I sure miss her, my son misses her to, he's never been the same without his mother."

(Lara) "What happened if you don't mind my asking?"

(John) "She died a few years ago in a car accident."

(Lara) "I am sorry to hear that. Do you have any daughters? Or just your son?"

(John) "Just my one son. He's currently in southern Egypt on training maneuvers."

(Lara) "I remember you talking about CM people being encouraged to have large families. How come you don't have several sons and daughters?"

(John) "My wife had enough trouble having just one son, I didn't want to put her through more pain."

(Lara) "That’s quite thoughtful. You seem quite different from the usual CM nobility that you speak of at times."

(John) "Yes, well her welfare was always my chief concern, having a large family is nice, but I didn't want to jeopardize her health."

(Lara) "I was wondering if we have children together, by the time they would be young teenagers, you would be around 50 to 55 years old. How much longer would you be able to have children?"

(John) "Are you saying you want to get married and have my children? Seriously?"

(Lara) "I was just wondering what would happen to us if we were to stay together."

(John) "Well it's all up to you really."

(Lara) "I'm surprised. Just one day ago, you were practically claiming me to be your 'property' and declaring that you will take me, damn the world. Now you're letting me decide what to do. I'm surprised at how much you've changed over one day."

(John) "Yes well that was the me under the influences of very altered drugs, they weren't the normal drugs. Normal combat drugs just make us more eager and willing to fight."

(John) "Well anything else on your mind?"

(Lara) "I've been thinking. I was wondering if I'd be able to meet your son, and perhaps Fabus himself? I'd like to experience people of the CM. Perhaps I will be more willing to forgive them, if I'm able to see them as natural people going about their everyday lives."

(John) "Yes, you can meet my son, of course. And you can meet Roger Fabus who is currently in Egypt, and then his father the Premier Curtis Fabus who is in Mississippi, along with his other 3 sons and 2 daughters."

(Lara) "Seeing people in their native environment, doing everyday things is what truly makes a nation. People act and behave quite differently in times of peace and war."

John was looking at the ceiling, he then said, "That sounds like a good idea."

(Lara) "Any idea when we'll be arriving in Mississippian Egypt?"

(John) "Probably within 36 hours."

(Lara) "What will we do once we get there? Have a heroes welcome?"

(John) "No I'm going to skip the parades and such, I don't want any part of something not deserved."

(Lara) "What will you do then?"

(John) "We can just sneak quietly to my estate near Marsa Matruh and avoid all the big parade crap in Alexandria."

(Lara) "Whichever makes you the most comfortable."

(John) "It's up to you."

(Lara) "If you don't feel comfortable being at the victory parades, then we don't have to go there."

(John) "Thank you."

(Lara) "It is the least I can do to repay your kindness today and yesterday night."

(John) "No, no, it is I who is indebted to you."

(Lara) "For what, if you don't mind my asking?"

(John) "For doing unspeakable things, for that, I am permanently indebted to you."

(Lara) "Lets hope you will be able to find a way to fix the drugs so that these things won't happen again. That's all I ask for now."

(John) "Well anything you might want, just ask it and it shall be done."

(Lara) "Lets focus on one thing at a time."

John had turned from looking at the ceiling and was now looking into her eyes, he seemed to be lost in them, gazing at her, unaware of reality. He then spoke after what seemed an eternity of silence, "As you wish".

(Lara) "We should focus on the drug issue first so that your people will not repeat the same mistakes again."

(John) "Our only mistake was trusting the company when they said the drugs were good to take. Whoever altered them made no mistake, they did it on purpose."

(Lara) "Would you like to have lunch?"

(John) "No, I'm not that hungry right now, I'm happy to just talk with you."

(Lara) "Very well. Just let me know when you're ready to eat."

(John) "If you're hungry, we can eat right now if you want."

(Lara) "Perhaps in a bit."

(Lara) "I remember the intelligence meeting you had earlier. The drug company was based in Kentucky, correct?"

(John) "Yes."

(John) "Part of our commonwealth."

(John) "We have Mississippi, the homeland, along with Fabus Island, about 30 miles off the coast of Mississippi. Then the Commonwealth is Kentucky, Tennessee, Indiana, Ohio, Western Sahara, Mississippian Egypt, and Mississippian Libya."

(Lara) "What happened to the United States? Weren't they a superpower?"

(John) "In the mid of the 1970s, the US government was weakened due to racial tensions and civil-wars, then there were a wave of coups and they couldn't endure, the simply collapsed overnight. Marxist regimes sprang up all throughout the nation, some right-wing regimes also appeared. Basically the union dissolved overnight."

(Lara) "Then that led to the Marxists and Jewish people hold on power and government, until the 4 Parachute divisions overthrew the government?"

(John) "Yes, in 1984, the revolution started in Mississippi."

(John) "We just recently liberated Tennessee, Kentucky, Ohio, and Indiana."

(Lara) "Any plans on liberating the rest of North America?"

(John) "We've considered of liberating all lands east of the Mississippi, and one of our allies, Communist Louisiana liberating the lands West of the Mississippi. Then there would be two massive giants, one occupying each 1/2 of the old USA."

(Lara) "What of Mexico or Canada?"

(John) "Well the acting Premier Roger Fabus wants to raze Mexico with nuclear weapons."

(John) "Well actually he wants to establish the approximately 30 million whites in Central America as the ruling class over the Indians who will be slaves."

(Lara) "Why use nuclear weapons? They serve nothing but render potential living spaces unusable."

(John) "Well his idea would be to bomb parts of the nations to force them to comply."

(John) "I'd rather talk about something more pleasant than nuclear war, if you don't mind that is."

(Lara) "All right. I just wanted to voice my concern, that's all."

(John) "Don't worry, I'm part of the inner circle of the regime, I can see that any attempts to use nuclear weapons are stopped, at the very least severely hindered, my opinion is highly valued."

(Lara) "I appreciate that. Let's get back to the subject of the drug company in Kentucky."

(John) "It's owned by a top regime figure, Dr and Field Marshal Baldur Von Schacht, he is a very intelligent man, and he is a very shrewd businessman."

(Lara) "I suggest that we send intelligence operatives to infiltrate the company to see if anything is amiss. Is this a good idea?"

(John) "Yes, a very good idea."

(John) "I think all I'll need to do is talk is to Dr. Schacht, he'll sort this out. I know him, he'd not be involved in the alterations, and this was done without his knowledge. But just to be safe, we'll send the operatives in without telling him, see what they find. Then we'll know if it's safe to talk to him, yes?"

(Lara) "That would be a good start. Perhaps there are some underlings who would desire to overthrow Dr. Schacht and gain his position and wealth."

(John) "Maybe, but he is one of the best friends of the Premier himself, they knew each other from their youth. Schacht was a member of the Premier's youth political organization. Schacht was just 15 or 16 when he started making advanced chemical weapons such as Sarin and Mustard. Schacht was and is a genius in chemistry, biology, physics, and all things medical."

(Lara) "You have to admit, there will always be humans who covet the position of their superiors. I'm just saying not to rule out this possibility that Dr. Schacht's underlings may have enhanced these drugs to gain fame and wealth."

(Lara) "You have to admit, there will always be humans who covet the position of their superiors. I'm just saying not to rule out this possibility that Dr. Schacht's underlings may have enhanced these drugs to gain fame and wealth."

John lay there next to her, her long blond hair got in front of her eyes, he gently brushed it out of the way for her, then he replied, "I think all this trouble will be sorted out in due time."

Lara nods then looks straight into John's eyes. "At least this could help you redeem yourself in your own eyes, by making sure that your people won't repeat the same mistakes again."

(John) "There won't be a second chance for this to happen again, I intend to find those responsible and see them hang."

(Lara) "I would like to be present during the trials and hangings. At least that would make me feel better after what I've suffered."

(John) "Very well, once we build a case against them, the way the CM justice system works, if you make it to the courtroom, you're already in trouble. 98% of cases result in guilty verdicts, and 70% of suspects confess after being arrested for one week. We don't charge people until we're certain they're guilty, so that is how we know. If it gets as far as the courtroom, we know they're in trouble."

(Lara) "I would like to be there when justice is dealt, whether it be in a court-room or any other setting."

(John) "If this scandal hits the media and the public hears about it, the WKM may just lynch the suspects, when we figure out who the suspects are."

(Lara) "In that case, I'd like to see their bodies. I would like to have some sort of closure to this whole suffering ordeal I've been through."

(John) "If there are lynchings, you can attend, I'll see to it."

(Lara) "Thank you."

John nodded, acknowledging her. He was forcing himself to look at the ceiling, she could sense he'd rather be looking at her, but was instead making himself look at the ceiling.

(John) "Nothing, nothing at all. Why do you ask?"

He was a bad liar, as were most Mississippians, she could see right through he "nothing at all", he was troubled, but she figured it was probably he was beating himself up over what he did. She felt sorry for him that he'd had to live with himself for many decades to come. Although maybe he'd get himself killed in war on purpose, she knew suicide charges against fortified enemy posts were common in the CM army, especially to regain honor.

(John) (Not realizing he is speaking aloud, he's speaking his thoughts without realizing it) "I wonder if there is any combat going on in the Commonwealth."

(Lara) "I couldn't help but notice your sudden change in expression. Tell me what's wrong."

(John) "I want to transfer to an active unit in combat to attempt to regain my honor."

Lara grew a little alarmed. "What would happen to me and my children if something unfortunate would befall you?"

(John) "You're right, never mind then. I won't do it."

(Lara) "I fear to think what would happen to me and my family. We would be alone, and there would be nothing preventing any CM nobility from taking me from them, and separating me from my kids. The other CM nobility might not be as kind as you are."

(John) "Believe me, most of the nobles are elitist swine that spend most of their time dueling each other over trivial issues, that is when they aren't plotting to get more money. Most of the premier's inner circle are nice enough, but the petty nobles and such that he rarely speaks with, they live in their own little worlds, petty city leaders and dukes of hick counties, they think they can do what they want. One noble, now a prisoner in a coal mine, was found to operating a forced brothel in his territory."

(John) "I could doctor up some papers for you and your children, to make you seem to be natural born citizens of Mississippi who moved to the Commonwealth of Mississippian Egypt. That way if something should happen to me, it be quite difficult for anybody to do anything to you."

(Lara) "I would appreciate that. We should cover all the bases, or so to speak."

He was looking right at her again, and he smiled and nodded, softly saying, “That’s a good idea, yes."

(Lara) "John, are you ready for some late lunch or dinner? I'm feeling a little bit hungry."

(John) "Yes, if you're hungry, I could go for some food then as well."

He pressed a button on the phone and told the servants, "We'll have dinner now, and whatever the kitchen is making for the officers will be fine."

(Lara) "I will see if David is awake. I would like him to get to know you a little better."

(John) "Okay."

Lara walked out the bedroom into the spacious hallway. She tiptoed quietly towards the next door in the hallway, her toes sinking into the carpet. She opened the door slightly, and hearing nothing, she opened it a little bit more. She saw David playing with a model battleship, and called out to him in a soft voice.

(Lara) "Dinner will be ready soon. Come with me, sweetie."

Her other two children were playing with a board game under the watchful eye of a woman secretary who had been on the ship and whom John asked to keep an eye on them, she'd see they got dinner when they asked for it.

Lara walked slowly through the well light hallway towards the dining room, with David in tow. Once they reached the dining table, Lara put David into the middle chair making sure he was comfortable. Lara took the chair at the southern part of the long oak wood dining table.

(John) "Well how are you there David, you gave us an awful fright when you fell overboard earlier. Are you feeling better?"

(David) "I'm feeling lots better now, Mr. John."

(John) "That's good."

(David) "Will you teach me how to swim?"

(John) "Oh of course, if your mother will permit it."

(David) "Mommy, can Mr. John teach me how to swim?"

(Lara) "Certainly. You need to learn more skills."

(David) "Thanks Mommy! When can I start learning how to swim?"

(John) "As soon as we get to Egypt."

(David) "Mommy, can Mr. John teach me to shoot a gun. I heard two of the soldier marine men talking and one of them say to the other, 'If you can't shoot a rifle, you're worth shit to the army' I don't know what that means, but it doesn't sound good."

(John) "Now David, don't repeat everything you hear."

(David) "Why not?"

(John) "Because you might use words you're not sure of what they mean, and it might mean bad things."

(David) "Okay. So what did that mean?"

(John) "Just a crude way of saying something, you'll figure it out later."

(David) "Well mommy, can Mr. John teach me to shoot?"

(Lara) "I don't know about that. You know that guns can really hurt or kill you if you use them wrong. You understand that if you make a mistake with a gun, it could be your last."

(John) "I think your mother is trying to say, maybe in a few years when you get a little older." (Turning to Lara) "Right?"

Lara nods. "Sweetie, you have to grow a little bigger and get more smarter before you can use guns."

(David) "Mommy, I want to protect you!"

(Lara) "I know, sweetie. But you can protect me better when you are bigger."

(David) "Mr. John, tell me what Egypt is like. I hear the Pyramids are pretty."

(John) "Yes, the pyramids, I believe they are in Parthian Egypt, we are going to Mississippian Egypt, west of the Nile. But we will be able to see the pyramids if you want."

(David) "Can we go to the pyramids if we're friends with the Parthians?"

(John) "Of course we can go."

(David) "That'd be lots of fun!"

The dinner came, and the servants asked John and Lara if they'd care for a glass of wine. David said, "Do I get any mommy?"

(John) "I'm afraid not David, it would you sick."

(Lara) "Get David some milk. He needs healthy food and drinks."

(David) "But mommy! I want to be grown up!"

(Lara) "Soon. You'll be grown up before you believe it."

The servants got him a glass of milk.

(John) "So tell me David, what do you like to do for fun? What is a typical day for you and your mother?"

(David) "I like playing around with models and pretending to be a soldier. I had many friends at home and we would stick together all day, at school and after school."

(David) "Mommy would work late, so she has a babysitter look after me."

(John) "Ah. I used to take my son to work with me."

(David) "Where is your son?"
(John) "He's in Egypt right now, in the army, he's an adult now."

(David) "Wow! He must be a great soldier. Can I meet him when we get to your big house?"

(John) "Yes, you can meet him."

(David) "Thanks! Does he have any brothers or sisters?"

(John) "No, none.”

(David) "Who can I play with, then? I would like to make new friends."

(John) "There will be other children there, the servants have children."

(David) "Cool! How big is your house?"

(John) "About 140,000 square feet large. Over 79 rooms."

(John) "I actually have several houses, a few in Egypt, a few in Mississippi."

(David) "Must be awesome for hide and seek!"

(John) "There is also a bunker under the basement, over 900 feet below the surface of the Earth, it is 50,000 square feet and has 19 rooms."

(David) "Does it have anything neat inside them?"

(John) "Paintings, statues, weapons, food, supplies, nothing too interesting."

David finished eating the steak the servants brought him. John and Lara were still eating. David yawned and said, "I'm done eating mommy, may I go rest for a while?"

(Lara) "You are excused. Don't forget to say thanks to John. He was nice enough to let you join our dinner."

(David) "Thanks, Mr. John! It was great meeting you."

David got off his chair and scampered to his room.

John said, "You're welcome" as he was running off.

(Lara) "I must apologize. He sometimes gets a little excited, and other times he doesn't have patience."

(John) "Apologize, of course not! He reminds me of myself at his age."

(John) "I just hope I answered all his questions adequately."

(Lara) "He'll have plenty of time to ask more questions over the next few days or weeks."

(John) "Do you want to have another glass of wine?"

(Lara) "Sounds good. I actually enjoy the wine. What year and vineyard is it from?"

(John) "From California, early 1900s, I believe this bottle is 1912."

(Lara) "Pretty old. Is it rare?"

(John) "We have a large quantity we found, but it is expensive over 500,000 per bottle is what I paid for about 30 bottles."

(Lara) “500,000 dollars? That's more than I make in 4 years!”

They both finish their wine; John stands up and says, "Would you care to go lie down for a while, maybe watch some television?"

(Lara) "That would be nice."

John and Lara walked into John's bedroom and they both lay down on the bed, John turned the TV on. The reporters were talking about, "A unit of Republican Guardsmen in Southern Egypt engaged in heavy skirmishing today with Arab rebel forces".

John sat up when he heard that.

(TV) "No losses were reported in the Republican Guard, except for a few dozen soldiers with minor wounds."

John breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that.

(Lara) "Is that the unit your son is in?"

(John) "Yes."

(Lara) "I thought you told me you had most of the Arabs and such under control?"

(John) "We do, but there are a few radical groups that insist on terrorism and guerilla warfare. That is why we have so many soldiers in Egypt, to assure the safety of the people. We are currently improving the conditions of the Arab cities, there will be less terrorism now."

(Lara) "That’s quite good to hear. Poverty and very limited freedom can lead one to terrorism, so that he or she can gain infamy and a name in the history books."

John lit a cigar up and then asked her, "Do you want one?"

(Lara) "Certainly."

He gently put one in her mouth and then lit it for her.

He then took out his snuffbox and asked her, "Want any of this?"

(Lara) "I don't know if I can handle both the cigar and the 'medication' all at once."

(Lara) "Perhaps after I'm done smoking."

(John) "It'd really be fun to try both at once. Here watch." (He opened it up and snorted a large amount up his nose, and then he took a long drag on his cigar)

(Lara) "You had quite a lot of practice, whereas I don't have much experience at all."

John was clearly experiencing a degree of euphoria from the drug, but not as much as she did, because he'd been using it longer. He was looking into her eyes, her hair fell in front of her face, and he softly brushed it to the side.

She could tell from the his eyes that he wanted so desperately to pull her close to him and kiss her, but he was holding back. She was debating what to do.

Lara didn't know what to do. She thought if she kissed John, she would be becoming intimate with a man who had violated her just a day ago. However, he has been quite kind. Kindness should deserve kindness. What to do?

John stared at Lara for what seemed an eternity, gazing into her eyes. Then he realized he didn't want to make her uncomfortable and so he rolled over and faced the other way.

She could tell he had wanted to kiss her, to gently caress her, but he'd held back, because he knew it would be awkward.

(John) "Well Lara, what do you want to do now?"

(John) "Lara, what are you thinking about right now?"

(Lara) "I remember you telling me that I was destined for a special program to breed better men. Isn't that eugenics?"

(John) "Yes."

(Lara) "I also heard that some of you leaders have IQ's in excess of 130 - 140. Albert Einstein himself had an IQ of approximately 170 or higher."

(John) "Some in our cabinet are over 200."

(John) "The Ministers of Finance and Economics are both near 200."

(Lara) "200? Geniuses such like these should be able to foresee social and moral issues, and devise solutions to them."

(John) "They turned our economy from nothing in 1984, to a giant colossus by 1988."

(Lara) "The same could be said for the Great Depression. The Roosevelt administration oversaw the economy recover from the Great Depression."

(John) "The Premier, Curtis Fabus is ranked 160.The Doctor, Baldur von Schacht, who made the combat drugs, is 212."

(John) "About Roosevelt, that man was a communist, a swine."

(Lara) "At least you have to admit, he did pull the economy through."

(John) "But at what cost to our freedoms? His real name was Roosenveld, he was a Jew who changed his name and converted to conceal his racial origins."

(Lara) "What freedoms do you believe that Roosevelt took away? Sometimes people do have to suffer some for the greater good."

(John) "He set the USA on the path to the New World Order, he illegally provoked conflicts with Germany, ordering naval attacks in 1940 against German u-boats."

(Lara) "The US needed to get on a war footing, otherwise the Great Depression would have continued for the US."

(Lara) "How many more people would have suffered from poverty and starvation if not for the war boosting the economy?"

(John) "That is one opinion, had the USA instituted fascist policies, rather than communist, we'd have been fine."

(Lara) "What other option was there during the Great Depression? Allow it to continue, and have more people suffer? Or have the nation suffer a little bit politically so that the common citizen won't have to suffer additional misery?"

(John) "No, but we could have nationalized key industry and subordinated the labor to the service of the state, a noble fascist concept, where money matters less than the state matters."

(Lara) "Money does matter. If a state doesn't have enough money, it cannot maintain itself, or its military. What type of economy do you visualize that doesn't depend on money or rely too heavily on it?"

(John) "No, I am only saying that economics serve the state, not the other way around."

(Lara) "I now understand what you mean. Although, sometimes capitalism does give economy a boost. The Soviet Union attempted to have the economy serve the state, while the USA did the opposite. The USA eventually had the stronger economy. The USA had the potential to outlast the USSR in the Cold War through pure economics."

(John) "Well Lara, what do you want to do now... It's getting quite late, perhaps we should turn in for the night yes?"

(Lara) "A good idea. Hopefully my kids and I can start touring Mississippian Egypt tomorrow to learn about your people and culture."

(John) "Well that sounds like a good idea, perhaps one last smoke before bed eh?" He was taking out his lighter and a cigarillo holder as he was talking and he offered one to Lara.

(Lara) "Certainly. I could use the relaxation provided by a cigar."

John gently set it in her mouth and then lit it for her. She could tell that watching her smoke aroused him; she'd heard that some guys liked that sort of thing.

(Lara) "I think I'm getting better at this."

John smiled and said, "I agree."

She could tell by looking at him, that he still wanted to lean in and kiss her, but he was holding back because he knew it would be awkward.

(John) "Lara, are you looking forward to arriving in Egypt?"


As the battleship they were on neared closer to Mississippian Egypt, in Kentucky the three doctors were conspiring against their CEO, Baldur Von Schacht.

(Doctor 1) "It's a brilliant plan yes, we altered the combat drugs, so the army thinks they're too unstable now, they won't buy from Schacht, we leave this company, start our own...Then we'll become the sole provider of the drugs that work."

(Doctor 2) "But hasn't what we done robbed the men of their innocence, we turned them into monsters. They killed people, raped people... I don't know if I want to be involved in this anymore."

(Doctor 3) "An attack of conscience eh? Well you don't have to be involved... You can just walk away at any time."

(Doctor 2) "Really?"

(Doctor 1) "Yes, go."

The one man turned cautiously and started to head out. The 1st doctor calmly said, "You forgot one thing..." he turned to see what it was, the doctor shot him three times with a silenced pistol.

Back on the battleship, John was lying next to Lara, wondering what to talk about, or if he should just go to sleep.

He finished smoking, and then set the ashtray aside, "Are you ready to go to sleep Lara?"

(Lara) "I should. Tomorrow seems like it's going to be a big day and I'll need all the energy I can get."

(John) (Sliding out of bed) "Well then sleep well. I'm not tired; I'm going up on deck to wander around until I am tired... Call if you need anything."

(Lara) "Thank you."

John nodded and then went off to wander the deserted deck of the ship. The calm night air and the clear sky were giving a contrasting backdrop to the waves of thought rushing through his head.

Lara woke up at about three in the morning, and noticed that John wasn't there, she wondered where he might be, and it’d been hours now... She was debating going to look for him.

Lara took a glance at the clock, and it read 3:08 AM. Lara became slightly worried then muttered to herself…

(Lara) "I fell asleep at like 10:30 or 11, and now its 3 AM. I think I should go look for John. I need him to ensure the safety of me and my family in Mississippi Egypt."

She quickly got dressed and then walked out into the corridor, there were some men walking by, marine guards, patrolling the ship... One of them saw her.

(Marine 1) "Ma'am are you okay?"

(Marine 1) "Is there something we can help you with?"

(Lara) "Have you seen John Tallmadge lately?"

The marine's look grows grim and he hesitates, "Field Marshal Tallmadge... You haven't been informed yet?"

Lara is taken by surprise. Then worry began to worm its way onto her face.

(Lara) "What happened? Is he all right?"

(Marine 1) "Well ma'am, he's in the ship's hospital right now..."

(Marine 1) "He tried to shoot himself, but the round didn't fire, then when that didn't work, he tried to jump overboard... We managed to tackle him and stopped him... He's in the hospital now, sleeping, he's been sedated."

(Lara) "Oh my god. Can I go see him?"

(Marine 1) "Yes, you can come with us, we'll take you to the hospital."

(Lara) "Thank you."

The two marines guided her down to the hospital, the steel door swung open on its hinges and then one of them said, "here you are ma'am, we have to go now, you can find your way back, right?"

(Lara) "I can manage. Thank you again."

The two marines turned and left, walking off down the corridor. The doctor was waiting inside, sitting in a chair, going over some charts.

(Doctor) "What are you here for ma'am? Can I help you?"

(Lara) "I am here to see Field Marshal John Tallmadge."

(Doctor) "Yes right this way."

He led her towards the back of the hospital, a separate room, John was in bed, restrained and heavily sedated, like a caged bull.

He had been sweating heavily and the sheets were soaked, but now the cool air of the hospital and the sedatives had calmed him down.

He was groggy as he looked at Lara.

(John) "Hi Lara."

(Lara) "What have you done? I heard that you tried to kill yourself."

(John) "That sounds about right..."

(John) "I'm sorry Lara... It's just..." His voice turns despondent; "I couldn't take it anymore..."

Lara took a seat next to John and settled herself in it.

(Lara) "What do you mean, can't take it anymore?"

(John) "Living with what I've done... It's starting to come back to me, the memories of the campaign in HM... I'm starting to remember..."

(Lara) "If you are regaining your memory, then all these other soldiers should also be regaining theirs."

(John) "Quite likely."

(Doctor) "More than likely, it's happened! Some at different rates. We've had over thirty suicides today."

(Lara) "I am grateful that you were prevented from killing yourself. God himself must have been watching out for you."

(John) "If God wanted to help me, the gun would have worked."

(Lara) "No. He has other plans for you. He wants you to put a stop to the combat drug problem."

(John) "I guess... You could have a point there... I also suppose if I was dead, you and your children would wind up in trouble likely... I wasn't thinking about that earlier... I'm glad the gun didn't work."

John was struggling to reach for his pocket to get a cigarillo, but the manner in which he had been restrained stopped him from being able to.

(John) "Lara, would you help here me out here, please?"

(Lara) "Only if you give me your word that you will keep yourself alive."

(John) (In a serious and honest tone) "You have my word..."

(Lara) "Thank you."

Lara began to unfasten the restraints and helped John to sit up in the hospital bed. After a few awkward moments, she helped John to his feet.

(John) "Thank you, Lara."

(Lara) "Come to bed now. We have a big day tomorrow."

John nodded and stood up, starting to leave. The doctor stopped him

(Doctor) "Now ma'am, he should really stay here, I suppose he can go with you, but keep an eye on him, a close eye, okay?"

(Lara) "Certainly. He has given me his word he won't try this again."

(Doctor) "Okay, well you keep an eye on him, depression and tremendous guilt have a way of blinding people to logic and reason."

(Lara) "What can you expect from normal people who suddenly remember they committed atrocities, and that they had no control over it? I will make sure John will be safe and okay."

(Doctor) "Okay then."

She helped John walk back to the room, they got inside, and she helped him onto the bed.

John was restless and so he turned the news on, the financial channel. The big story was essentially the bottom had dropped out of Schacht Advanced Pharmaceuticals Inc after the army canceled all orders of combat drugs for reasons they refused to specify.

(John) "That's the company that provides combat drugs to the army."

(Lara) "Did you order the cancellation?"

(John) "It wasn't within my power to order it, but I called some friends in the Army High Command... They were planning on canceling it anyway, they ran tests on the drugs, giving them in large doses to apes... The animals went crazy, when not in the presence of other apes they could attack, they attacked themselves."

(Lara) "We really need to put a stop to this. What if the culprits decide to sell the drugs elsewhere, or to enemies of the CM?"

(John) "I think I know what is going on. It was an inside job, somebody wanted to bring Schacht Pharmaceuticals down... What better way to do that then to make their biggest customer, the army, cancel all orders..."

(John) "Well Lara, what do you think... I need to contact Baldur Von Schacht."

(Lara) "I think the culprits might be trying to shut down the company like you said, but doing it so that they can steal the research and give it to other nations for more profits. It seems like the only logical explanation."

(John) "Time will tell."

John promptly fell asleep; Lara was staring at him, seemingly peaceful in his sleep... But there was no doubt that his dreams were haunted by his crimes.

She gradually fell back to sleep.

In the morning, John woke up first, stirring to wake as the ship rocked to a halt.

They had narrowly avoided a collision with an oil tanker. Lara was also awoken by the disturbance.

(Lara) "What’s going on? An attack?"

(John) "I'll find out."

John lifted up the phone and called the bridge, a few second later he set the phone back down.

He smiled and said, "We're in Egypt... We just avoided a collision with an oil tanker."

(John) "I had them dock at Marsa Matruh so we can avoid Alexandria and get right to the estate."

(Lara) "Pardon my limited knowledge of CM geography, but where is Marsa Matruh?"

(John) "It's in Western Egypt, near the border with Libya..." (He smiled) "Obviously on the coast."

(John) "Well actually towards the border of Libya... The only city near the border, but it's about 100 miles away, at the least."

(Lara) "What is it like?"

(John) "Burning hot in the day, freezing cold at night. The desert scenery is very beautiful, as is the sunset. It's a nice place, lots of irrigation canals, very grassy and green from irrigation... There is a large number of commercial farmers operating in the area."

(Lara) "If it’s not much of a problem, I'd like to tour the city for a bit, and get to know CM culture a little better."

(John) "We can do that first thing. I will have servants take your children to my estate and get them settled in."

(John) "Should we go get ready now?"

(Lara) "Certainly. Later in the afternoon, we can retire to your estate."

John walked up and went to shower, when he finished, he came out, told Lara the shower was free. Then he went to get dressed and ready to leave the ship.

After Lara came back from the shower, she dressed and was almost ready to leave... But she wanted some more coke before leaving; she'd grown to liking the feeling.

(John) "Shall we go then?"

Lara nods at John, then she took in a breath. She was excited to finally get off this ship and get back on land. She kept thinking of the Mississippian irrigation efforts turning the vast Sahara into a jungle.

John offered her a cigar as they were nearing the door to the cabin... A cigar would work, but she'd want to have coke, at least some later in the day, but for now a cigar would do.

They walked out onto the deck, the children were there waiting with the servants.

Lara figured it was best to tell them what was going on, they'd be going to John's estate until her and John were done exploring the city.

Lara's son David walked up to her and said, "Mommy, those people who work for Mr. John say we're to go to his estate and wait for you and him, is that true?"

(Lara) "Yes. You should go there and explore your new home. I hear it's pretty big and you can play all you want there. I will come home in a few hours, because there are a few things I need to do."

(David) "Okay."

He ran off to join his sisters who were with the servants, they walked them down the ramp to a waiting limousine.

John then turned to Lara and said, "Well shall we proceed?"

(Lara) "Where do you recommend we tour first?"

(John) "Let's just drive around the city and see if there is something that catches your interest. How does that sound?"

(Lara) "That sounds like a good idea."

John escorted her to the limousine he had waiting for them, he held the door for her and after she got in, he got in as well. He told the driver, "Just drive around the city for a while, go by all the main spots."

The driver started the car and a few minutes later they were on the main road going through towards the center of the city. Lara could see there was a theme going in the sort of buildings present. They had been driving around for about five minutes and she'd seen six gun stores, four armed forces recruiting centers for various branches, three White Knights of Mississippi Egyptian realm lodges, and over one hundred posters of Curtis Fabus.

She was amazed by the architecture. The most amazing was the four hundred foot tall marble statue of Curtis Fabus in the exact geometric center of the city.

(John) "Interesting place eh?"

(Lara) "We have nothing like this at HM. I noticed you have a lot of weapons and military stuff around the city. Most HM cities would just have one recruiting center or weapon shop. I'd like a closer look at that giant statue."

John picked up the phone and called the driver, telling him, "Stop by the statue would you please."

The limousine came to a stop near the statue... Then John chuckled, "Well here we are, shall we get a closer look at the Premier?"

They both stepped out of the limo, she looked up at the statue, it was massive, it must have taken years to build.

There was a large plaque telling information about the statue. It read: "Curtis Fabus, sent by God in the year of our Lord 1960."

The plaque continued, "Premier since December of 1984."

There was a message at the bottom, "The Premier is always watching.”

(Lara) "So this is what the big man himself looks like?"

(John) "Yes."

(John) "Have you ever seen anything like it? The Premier has a similar statue at his main estate Stalingrad in Mississippi, it's over 500 feet tall."

John noticed Lara wasn't saying much; he tapped her on the shoulder, "Are you okay? Speechless from the sight of the statue eh?"

Lara was absorbed in the immensity of it all.

(Lara) "This reminds me of Ancient Egypt, where they built gigantic monuments like the Pyramids, obelisks, stone cities, etc."

(John) "They are working on building what will one day be the Premier's mausoleum, it will be over 5,820 feet high and extend half that distance into the ground."

Something suddenly popped into John's mind, "Ah Lara, I just realize, we're going to need to go shopping to get you numerous things, yes?"

(Lara) "Hmm. I could use some fresh clothes for beginners."

(John) "Very good, let's go get you some then, whatever you want."

They spent the next four hours shopping for clothing. Towards the end, she could tell John regretted saying, "Whatever you want", not because of price, but because he had no idea she'd take four hours to make her many purchases.

John was struggling to hold the two dozen plus bags and boxes she'd been handing him one by one over the last few hours, he managed to lean around the massive stack of boxes in his arms and look at her as he said, "Are we done yet?"

(Lara) "I think I have enough clothes to last me a lifetime. Lets bring these to the manor, and then we can do more shopping later on in the week.

John called for two guards from the limousine to help him. One guard stepped out from the front, the other from the middle section. Each one took about 1/4 of the bags and boxes. They walked towards the limousine and put them in the trunk and middle section.

John helped Lara get into the limo and then got in after she did.

On the drive out of the city, Lara saw about five thousand members of the local WKM unit parading in their whites robes down the city street. Large crowds of citizens were waving and cheering.

(John) (Looking at the crowd) "Well that would be the local WKM."

(Lara) "Could you refresh my memor about the WKM? What are they about and what do they do?"

She noticed another group marching right towards the WKM. In this group, the men were wearing suits and carrying signs reading, "Eugenics, it just makes sense!" and "We need to breed!", they were all rich nobles for the most part.

(John) "Well their full name is the White Knights of Mississippi of the Ku Klux Klan... They basically just do anything for any white person in need. The group marching at them right now, that is the Society of Eugenicists. The WKM and the SOE have been in numerous street battles over the forced breeding programs. The WKM claims slavery is one of the worst evils ever, and is the SOE wants to be allowed to buy and sell breeding stock."

She looked on as the WKM and the SOE members got into shouting matches, and then suddenly things deteriorated into a massive street brawl.

(John) "Well I'd put my money on the WKM to win... I am in both the WKM and the SOE, but I'll be quitting the SOE shortly."

(Lara) "Slavery is a bad thing, in my opinion. I wonder how these SOE would feel if they were put in shackles, treated badly, and had nothing to show for their hard labor."

(John) "That's why I'm quitting."

(John) "The SOE was founded on the principles of building a better race... Not on the principles of becoming amoralistic monsters that support slavery."

The limousine drove on for about twenty minutes more, and then they approached a wooded area, the trees had all been brought in from Mississippi, at John's expense. It had cost over 5 billion dollars but he wanted his estate to be shielded from onlookers by a forest, and so he had the grounds around and on his estate covered by the trees. The actual mansion was in the center of the estate grounds.

Lara was in awe at the scope of the forest project.

(Lara) "This must have been a huge task to do all these planting in a desert place."

(John) "First we had to irrigate the entire area and make it grasslands... It would have taken over two decades for the trees to grow to the desired height, so I had over one million trees moved from Mississippi and Tennessee to here, it cost over five billion dollars."

(John) "Do you like the looks of things thus far?"

(Lara) "It looks wonderful. How did you manage to bring all the trees to here? Must have been crazy."

(John) "Boats. Lots of them"

(Lara) "Do you have any swimming pools or such for myself and my kids?"

(John) "Yes, there are several swimming pools, a few outdoors, a few indoors."

(Lara) "I would like to take a swim in a bit to relax."

(John) "Okay, that sounds like an idea."

Once inside the mansion, she was able to take in the enormity of it all... The grand staircase, the massive front room, the ceiling, at least sixty feet high in the main room.

Her children were with two servants in another room, one of the smoking lounges that had been hastily turned into a children's playroom. They were sitting around playing a CM produced board game, called "Knights of Fabus", about a crusading Knight who must make it to the Holy Land by rolling dice to advance, answering several historical questions about the first, second, and third crusades, and by a few chance cards.

David jumped up and ran to hug Lara, happily shouting, "This place is great mom, you should see it, there are more than five different pools, and there is a room with a bunch of those suits knights wear!"

(Lara) "That’s wonderful, sweetie. Would you like to go for a swim in a bit?"

(David) "Okay, but Mr. John has yet to teach me to swim, we just got here."

(John) "You can start learning today."

Lara's oldest daughter, ten years old, asked her, "Mother, are we safe here?"

(Lara) "Yes, we are. Did you see the large forest outside? It will protect us, and John has some guards here who will also protect us."

(Girl) "That's not what I meant."

(John) "Well surely you're not implying that anybody here in here is dangerous are you?"

(John) "I assure you, we are all quite safe."

(Girl) "If you say so..."

John whispered to Lara, "What say we go check out the pool, then David can join us in while eh?”

(Lara) "Sounds good. Shall we change?"

(John) "I don't wear a swimming suit to swim usually, if it's all the same, I'll put one on before David comes along, but not when the children aren't around, okay?"

(Lara) "That’s quite all right. I appreciate you being respectful of my kids."

(John) "Hey, remember I have a son of my own, he's an adult now, but I remember what it is like to raise a kid."

He led her to an indoor pool, about eighty feet long and forty feet wide, it was entirely made of marble, and the ceiling was a fresco painting of Curtis Fabus jumping from a C-130 over Jackson in the opening phase of the civil war.

(Lara) "Now that's impressive."

(John) "Yes it is, thank you. I must say, you know good art when you see it."

He noticed she was hesitating to get into the pool, and she didn't have a swimming suit on. John broke through the surface of the water as he shot up from his dive, he then spoke, "Well Lara, you coming in or not? Either go get a suit or something."

(Lara) "Give me a second, I'll grab my bikini."

As Lara walked back to the closet, she thought about being nude in front of the man who raped her a scant 2 days ago. She knew that he wasn't in full control because of the drugs, but it didn't make things any easier. She felt that she needed some more time before she can truly become intimate with John, as equals, rather than being a victim.

John was swimming around when a servant came into the room and called to him. He was underwater and so didn't hear him, but he saw him. He went to the surface and shouted, "What is it?" as he shook the water out of his ears.

As the servant was talking, Lara was walking back into the room, "A Dr. Baldur Von Schacht wishes to speak with you in person in a few days, he'll be out here as soon as he can get the time."

(John) "Did he say what about?"

(Servant) "He simply said combat drugs."

The servant turned and walked out after John nodded that he could leave.

John motioned with his hand for Lara to jump on into the pool.

Lars dove into the pool, and then came up next to John.

(Lara) "What was all that about if you don't mind my asking?"

(John) "The CEO and creator of the combat drugs, Dr Baldur Von Schacht, a personal friend of mine as well... He is coming here to talk to me about them. I think he believes my theory that somebody is trying to ruin his company."

(John) "Well shall we swim then? Perhaps a race eh?"

(Lara) "A race? I'm game."

John let out a loud, "Okay then, go!" and then waited for her to start swimming for the other end, he'd give her a few seconds advantage.

John then flew through the water like a shark, reaching the other end about eight seconds before Lara did. He was barely winded when she got there and was shocked to see he'd beaten her. Since he swam under the water, she'd not seen him and had no idea he was so far ahead.

He was looking at her as she touched the end of the pool, "You need to improve your time, and I’m willing to help you work on that."

(Lara) "Okay. I usually swim for pleasure. But if emergencies do arise, I should know how to swim quickly."

John smiled and said, "And so you shall learn."

A servant came walking into the poolroom, he called out, "Master David wishes to swim now." He tossed John a pair of swimming shorts, "I thought perhaps you'd want those."

John slid into the shorts and said, "Thank you, okay, go get David."

The servant turned and walked out, and came back in about three minutes later with David, who had been given a swimming suit that a servant purchased for him earlier.

David jumped into the water, the shallow end, and then said, "Okay, now you'll teach me to swim, right?"

John and Lara both answered at the same time, "Yes."

Lara waded over to David and held him so that he wouldn't slip and drown.

John helped show David the proper motion for swimming, and moved his arms and legs in the proper motion to demonstrate what the right way was.

After about thirty minutes, David asked, "Can I try on my own now Mr. John?"

(John) "It's up to your mother."

(John) "Well Lara, what do you say?"

(John) "I'll swim alongside him and catch him if he is struggling."

(Lara) "You can try, sweetie. Just be sure not to go too far."

David started to swim, slowly, much slower than John. This made John purposely go very slow, much more than normal, so he could stay right next to David. After a little over a minute, David made it to the other end of the pool and John patted him on the back and said, "That a boy!"

David shouted, "See mom, I did it!"

It was getting late, well for children it was late, it was beyond eight. David yawned and asked if he could be excused to go sleep. He'd had dinner a while before David and Lara returned from the city.

(Lara) "You did wonderful, sweetie. You can swim some more tomorrow if you want. You go have a good rest, sweetie."

David hugged and kissed Lara and then a servant led him off to where his room was.

John then turned to Lara and asked, "Well, now what?"

(John) "Perhaps you'd care to see my weapons collection?"

John pushed himself up using the edge of the pool and then helped Lara get out.

(John) "Well Lara, the weapon's room then?"

(Lara) "I've been curious how you would defend your home."

As he was drying off and changing back into his clothes, he chuckled, "No, these are the display weapons, they all work, but they're not intended to be used for defense... The weapons slated for defense are in my private armory."

John started to walk out of the room, "Once you've changed, just exit here, turn right, then left, then go down the small staircase, then the first hallway turn right and it's the sixth door on your left."

The room easily contained over forty thousand muskets, ten thousand modern rifles, pistols, and shotguns, and several hundred machine guns from the maxim to the M-60.

It was a massive sprawling room and she was amazed at it. Mostly she was amazed by the reflections each gun gave as they were perfectly shined.

(Lara) "Do these things actually work? Or they duds?"

The room was awkwardly shaped, but the way things were arranged, it gave it order, purpose.

(John) "They're all fully functional."

(John) "Perhaps you'd like to shoot a few of them tomorrow?"

(John) "Just select any you'd like to shoot."

(Lara) "Hmm. I don't know if I can fire large guns yet. But I need some way or training how to protect myself and my kids."

(John) "Don't worry about protection, the guards here are well-trained. And I am a paratrooper and was in special operations for a while."

(John) "So, do you see any guns you might be interested in?"

(Lara) "I would like to try some kind of small weapon. Any recommendation?"

He opened up one of the display cases and removed an MP-5N 9mm submachine gun. From another case he took out a display box containing a Walter PPK 380 pistol. From another case he took out an M-16A2 rifle.

She thought they looked pretty intimidating, but she knew next to nothing about guns.

(Lara) "I think I can manage to learn how to use these weapons."

(John) (Handing her the M-16A2) "That's a recoilless rifle, well near recoilless anyway."

He opened a case containing an M-249 Squad Automatic Weapon, "How about this one?" he asked with a chuckle.

Lara took the weapon into her hands, then took several minutes to look it over. After inspecting it, she looked up to John. "This looks like a solid gun, but I could be wrong."

John held back a laugh, instead he smiled, "You are right, it is a solid gun. Here, try this one." He reached into a nearby case and took out a double-barreled elephant rifle.

He had it custom made from a sporting division of Fabus Munitions Inc, "Fabus Sporting Rifles". It had cost over 3 million dollars and taken two months, but the rifle was superb. They had to make the ammunition from scratch also, it was called "50 caliber long". He showed her a round for the rifle, over 8 inches in length

(John) "I've only fired it four times, each time I broke my shoulder."

(John) "Now I'm going to mount it on the side of a jeep and use a string to pull the trigger."

(Lara) "Must be a hell of a gun to break your shoulder."

The rifle was heavy in her hands; it easily weighed over thirteen pounds.

(John) "You're welcome to shoot it if you want, but I'd advise against it."

(John) "I'm getting tired then, I'm going to go lay down for a while, a servant will help you find a room to sleep in. There are dozens of bedrooms, just pick one." He chuckled.

He was starting to leave, before he did so, she wanted to ask him for more coke

John sensed she had something on her mind, "Is there something you would like?"

(Lara) "I was wondering if you had any more of that delightful 'medicine' on hand?"

(John) (Motioning with his hand) "This way."

He led her up to his room; it was about a five-minute walk through the maze that was the mansion. Once inside, he shut the door and told the servants not to bother him. He pulled the blinds down, not that anybody would see him through the miles of trees.

He walked over to a drawer and took out another snuffbox. Lara sat down on the edge of the bed and waited. He came up, sat next to her, opened the box and held it under her nose.

(John) "Here you are." John held it under her nose, waiting for her to sniff it up.

Lara slowly took a sniff, preparing herself for the inrush of euphoria. As the euphoria began washing over her, she turned to John. "Thanks. I'd best go to bed and relax for tomorrow."

John smiled and said, "Okay, sleep well."

She went off to a room the servants had readied for her. John relaxed in his room, smoking a cigar whilst snorting cocaine.

Two weeks later:

Baldur Von Schacht never showed up, he was in Dimmimar with the woman who would he was soon going to ask to marry him... The situation in Mississippian Libya was rapidly deteriorating. The commonwealth authority was nearly bankrupt, they had a massive military and the support of all the citizens, but there the risk of economic implosion was always present.

Lara's son David seemed to be enjoying the estate and all it had to offer. John and Lara had let him shoot a pellet gun at some old green plastic army men that John had lying around in a box and he enjoyed it. John made sure he had safety glasses on, and Lara and John both congratulated David on being such a good shot. The time seemed to be going by quickly.

Schacht Pharmaceuticals seemed to be falling apart; the stock value was down about 62%.

It was a few hours short of the late night and Lara had just eaten dinner in her dinner room, and the servants had fed the children several hours ago in the children’s dinner room. John was sitting in his room reading the paper. Lara wanted more coke, she'd been enjoying it a great deal, perhaps a little too much... But it wasn't as though it'd have any adverse affects on her; she had servants to drive her anywhere she might need to go.

Lara walked up to the door of John's room and knocked on it.

(John) "Who is it?"

(Lara) "Its me."

(John) "Come in, it's open."

John set the paper down, the headline read, "Combat Drugs tampered with?" it was a tabloid paper; no government papers were reporting the story.

(John) "Schacht called a while ago, he's nearly certain somebody is trying to ruin him. So what you brings you here so late at night?"

(Lara) "I was wondering if any progress was being made with finding the culprits behind the spiked combat drugs."

(John) "Yes we have made progress. A doctor from Schacht Pharmaceuticals was found shot to death, in a lake in Kentucky. They suspect he was part of the conspiracy and maybe was having second thoughts, so he was silenced."

(John) "I'm going to Kentucky in a few weeks, after Dr. Schacht comes here shortly before then to give me updates and his theories. You're welcome to come to Kentucky.

(Lara) "I would like to go there and see even more of CM."

(John) "Anything else on your mind? Anything you need? Is your room comfortable?"

She nodded her head as she smiled... John said, "Ah, snuffbox again eh?"

(Lara) "I truly enjoy the pleasurable sensation provided from the 'medicine'. It helps calm my mind a lot."

John took out a snuffbox from a drawer and held it under her nose, as had become the routine it seemed.

(John) "Well sniff at your leisure."

John smiled as he looked at her, she could tell he wanted to kiss her, but again, he probably realized it'd be awkward, so he held back.

Lara took several sniffs, then turned to look at John. She did something unexpected. She gave John a peck on the cheek.

John was caught by surprise, "What was that for?" he asked her in a curious tone.

(Lara) "You have been true to your word the past two weeks, and I'm finally beginning to realize that you are indeed a gentleman."

(John) (Smiling) "I'm glad to hear you say that."

John was starting to get nervous and sweat, he wasn't sure where this might lead, and he thought to let it go any further would be awkward, "Well look at the time.. I've got to be going to sleep, and I'm sure you'd like to get back to your room and get ready to sleep, yes?"

She was thinking he was sounding crazy, it was hardly passed nine o'clock yet.

(Lara) "Very well."

Lara thought that John seemed a little odd, but she thought it best to give him the benefit of the doubt.

(John) (Nervously) "Unless you'd like to stay here for a while."

Lara took note of the slight nervous undertone in John's voice. "You know me. I always tend to lie down after taking the 'medicine' so I'll be heading off to bed."

(John) "Okay, well see you in the morning then, sleep well."

Lara walked back towards her room, holding the wall for support, until she regained full control of her legs.

She was promptly pulled into consciousness around midnight by the sudden eruption of artillery fire. Hundreds of howitzers and mortars it seemed.

As quickly as the barrages began, they ended... She was left wondering what it was. Whatever it was she was nervous and afraid.

She decided to go wake John, well if he was not already awaken by the howitzers.

She knocked on his door, he was sitting in bed, talking on the phone to Commonwealth Army High Command and reading a newspaper, he put the paper down and his hand over the phone, "Who is it?"

(Lara) "Its me. What’s going on?"

(John) "Just a second." He quickly hung up the phone and set aside the paper, "Come in."

(John) "Well there was an incident in a lab in Tennessee, a research bunker, where they were making a super defense computer known as the CM-ADN-04, an automated defense network. They were going to place all our nuclear weapons under the control of the machine, but they decided against it. Somehow the program activated itself, and it managed to power up the 1 division of cyborg soldiers we'd built. We were readying to dismantle the 18,000 plus cyborgs. There was a brief conflict; most of the cyborgs were killed... There are a few dozen still unaccounted for, scattered across the commonwealth where they were readying to be tested... A few were just sighted a few miles from the estate."

(John) "They're nearly impossible to kill, so we use heavy artillery."

Lara stood in silence, shocked at this news. It seemed like something from a horror story.

The silence was cut short by bursts of guns coming from near the front of the estate, the gate area. Then silence.

John radioed the main guard post, there was only static.

John leaped out of bed, and put a pair of shorts on, he shouted to Lara, "Get your children into the bunker through the basement entrance."

Lara nodded, then ran out the door, towards her children's bedroom.

As she was moving to do that, she heard on the first floor a loud crash, the front reinforced steel door practically vanished as one of the cyborgs smashed through it.

Two of John's guards fired their MP-5Ns at it, the rounds bounced harmlessly off.

The cyborg picked up both of the guards, each one well over 6'5, and tossed them through the wall.

John had run down to the gunroom, and he'd picked up his custom elephant rifle... Putting two cartridges into the rifle and taking a bandolier of spares. He was moving rapidly towards the front of the house.

Lara was trying to get to the basement, but the thing moved into her path, and she stopped moving forward so fast she fell backwards. It was looming over her, raising its massive fist.

She heard two massive "booms" erupt, one right after the other, the cyborgs head exploded and the circuits were left exposed, cooling fluid was leaking everywhere, the thing collapsed down.

John was standing at the other end of the hall, on the ground from the recoil of the rifle, he'd fire both barrels almost simultaneously... He was trying to rub his right shoulder.

He sat up and laughed, "I probably should have mentioned they were testing cyborgs here, but I just found out myself a few days ago."

David looked at the destroyed cyborg and shouted, "Cool!"

(Lara) "Cyborgs? Isn't that stuff of science fiction?"

(John) "It was, until Thaller Advanced Robotics Inc spent the better part of a decade, along with three trillion dollars, to design these "ASU-101" Automated Soldier Units. Mean machines."

(John) "Don't even get me started on the Automated Defense Tanks. Or the Infiltrators, or the Hunter-Killers."

Outside, helicopters could be heard coming in... Roger Fabus, who happened to be in Alexandria at the time, had thought that Tallmadge might need some help, so he sent in two platoons of Special Republican Guard.

(Lara) "This reminds me of the Terminator series of movies."

(John) "Well it could be... We'll just have to wait and hope we don't find out."

The two platoons deployed around the mansion itself, six soldiers came inside, their commander asked, "Are you okay sir?"

John nodded and said, "Yes, but my right shoulder is broken."

The SRG men outside were erecting 20mm miniguns and 50 caliber heavy machine guns; there were also a few digging gun pits for 120mm mortars. They were ready for anything.

Then over the radio, John was told, "It's over, the crisis is contained, but we'll stay on scene until morning."

(John) "Well Lara, I think it's safe for everybody to go back to sleep. There are two platoons of Special Republican Guard around the mansion, plus numerous guards of mine... I'll see they get elephant rifles if something happens again."

Lara was wondering just how badly hurt John was... He was probably concealing how badly hurt he'd been from the recoil of that rifle... She didn't also happen to know he'd been thrown into a table and suffered a bruised rib, when it fired.

John held the rifle with the action open in his hands, as he moved off down the hall, heading for the stairs. Lara thought perhaps he might want somebody to talk to so she followed him. She could tell this made John visibly nervous when he realized she was following him. He turned around and asked, "Are you okay Lara?"

(Lara) "I'm shaken and a little afraid that there might be more of these things lurking around."

(John) "Don't worry, I have plenty more ammunition..." (Laughing) "And another shoulder."

(Lara) "Do you have any idea what set off this AI? Why now?"

(John) "The phone call I received a few minutes after the bombardment... They told me the AI activated itself, it became self-aware and decided that the only threat to its continued existence was man. The ADN program was written to survive and preserve itself... So it started to attack people."

John was still walking up the stairs, she was right behind him. When they got up to his room, she could tell he was in more pain with his shoulder than he'd let on. He also took off his shirt, revealing a major bruise in the chest area...

(John) "I've got a broken shoulder and at least one broken rib... Nothing I haven't suffered before."

He collapsed down on the bed, nearly exhausted from the stress and the pain.

He then sat back up, "Well Lara, if you want, you can sleep in the bunker tonight, or as long as you'd like... But I think it's safe."

(Lara) "I would like to have myself and my three kids sleep in the bunker for the next two days just to be on the safe side."

(John) "Okay, well a servant or guard will escort you down there... Myself, I'm just going to stay up here. I figure it's safe enough."

She didn't think so, and she didn't want him staying up here.

(Lara) "Are you sure you'll be safe up here?"

He smiled and started to talk, before a moan of pain escaped him, his ribs hurt more than he'd realized... "I think I'll be okay, I have this rifle remember?"

(Lara) "What use is the rifle if you are in pain, and how will you manage if you break your other shoulder?"

(John) "Would you feel better if I just stayed in the bunker?"

(Lara) "John, remember your oath not to let anything happen to me or my kids?"

(John) "Yes... And if I stay up here, they'd have to get through me first. I suppose I can protect you all better being near you in the bunker... Okay, let's go."

He struggled to get up and then slowly staggered forward. He and Lara walked to the bunker entrance. Servants had already taken the children down there.

(Lara) "You need a medic to see to your broken shoulder."

(John) "I'll be fine, it can wait until morning."

(Lara) "The sooner you have it fixed up, the better."

John laughingly said, "You're more of a nag than my mother was when I was just a kid."

They got into the bunker; each of the kids was in one of the bedrooms. There were four bedrooms; the kids were each using one. Leaving one left. John told Lara, "You use it." as he pulled up a chair and sat down in it, leaning against the wall.

(Lara) "Thank you."

Lara began to try to fall asleep and calm her nerves after the whole cyborg incident.

John was leaning back in his chair, trying to sleep. About thirty minutes after she had lain down in bed, she heard a loud, "Crash!" John had fallen over backwards in his chair.

Lara jumped up with a start. She thought there was another cyborg creature loose. Then when she got her bearings, she looked around her room and saw John lying on his back in the upturned chair.

(Lara) "John you gave me a scare. Are you all right?"

(John) "Sorry about that, I woke you..."

John laughed, "I'll be okay."

(John) "I'm just going to go walk around for a while, see what's going on."

(Lara) "Okay. I'll try to sleep again." Before closing her eyes, she gave John a knowing look.

John walked out of the room, lighting up a cigarillo after he got out of the room. Wondering what her glance was all about.

He paced back and forth in the bunker for the next two hours, chain-smoking, nervously wondering about what might be going on upstairs in the mansion. Thinking about what Lara meant with that look, and then just plain thinking.

She woke up a few hours after he'd crashed in the chair and he wasn't in the room. She wondered what he was doing, where he was. She was thinking about going to look for him.

John was sitting in the hallway on the floor, leaning on the floor, smoking like a chimney. He'd lost track of time as he was deep in thought.

Lara thought she heard a lighter strike in the hall, she knew the sound, it was the distinctive custom lighter John had. She knew he was in hallway, she wondered if she should go talk to him.

Lara made her decision. She tossed the sheets off herself, and tenderly planted her bare feet onto the carpeting; She slowly got up and then rubbed her eyes, getting rid of the eye flakes. She stretched a bit, then made her way towards the door. As she opened the door, she took note of John lying on the floor.

(Lara) "What’s on your mind?"

John exhaled smoke and slowly said, "Nothing much, well I mean I don't want to trouble you with any of it. Unless you're really interested..."

(Lara) "Does it has something to do with what happened yesterday?"

(John) "I guess, but I know the soldiers can handle that... So I'm not really concerned about it, just concerned good soldiers might get hurt trying to fight them."

John sighed and then said, "Honestly Lara, do you want to know what I was thinking about?"

Lara simply nodded.

John inhaled deeply on his cigarillo, exhaled a few seconds later, as he started to speak, "I've been thinking about you Lara..."

(Lara) "Why are you so nervous? Is it something unpleasant?"

(John) "No, but it's just not proper for gentlemen to have such thoughts.”

(Lara) "If you do not want to tell me, then you do not have to."

(John) "It's not that, it's just..." He was quite nervous and struggled to breathe.

He looked at her with such a gaze, she knew he was lost in thought again, and it was about her. He exhaled smoke through his nose and then said, "I'll be okay Lara, you just go get some rest. Really, I'm fine out here." She didn't think he was fine, and she didn't like to see him on the floor.

(Lara) "Why are you sitting on the floor? You need to get your shoulder fixed up, then relax in a chair or lie down in a bed."

(John) "All the beds are occupied. If I lie in a chair, it'll end up tipping over and waking somebody up."

(Lara) "You can use mine."

John rapidly shook his head, "That wouldn't be appropriate. On the ship I wasn't thinking clearly then, but now I am... That won't do at all."

(Lara) "Okay. First of all, we must get your shoulder looked at and fixed up."

(John) "Okay... And firstly usually implies a secondly, which would be?"

(Lara) "Afterwards, we need to find you a decent place to rest."

(John) "I'll be fine for both. The floor is good enough for me, and my shoulder will still be here in the morning. You need to go back to sleep and get rested up, you have kids to take care of." She could tell from his tone he wasn't just playing tough to try to gain sympathy, he seriously didn't want anybody to worry about him.

(Lara) "All right. I will check on you tomorrow. Good night."

John smiled and said, "Thank you."

Lara returned to her room and slowly went to sleep, thoughts swirling around in her mind about the day's events.

John was lying on the floor, still smoking, now a pipe of Salazar tobacco. He was thinking if he had accepted her offer to share her bed, he didn't know where it might wind up going, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable or put her in an awkward position. When he had been under the influences of the drugs, he'd done more than enough harm to her, and he would be damned if he caused her any further problems.

Lara woke up at about 7 am in the morning; the children would probably sleep until nine. She walked out into the hallway; John was lying there still awake, still smoking. She realized he'd not slept at all the previous night.

John turned when he saw her and said in a sleepy and groggy voice, "Ah, hello Lara, how are you?"

(Lara) "I'm still a little restless from yesterday night with the cyborg. Other than that, I think I am doing okay."

(John) "Okay, well it's morning and I said I'd let you drag me to a medic, so let's go. The servants down here will make sure the children are okay should they wake up early."

(Lara) "Very well. Let's go."

She helped him walk towards the elevator; they got in and rode to the basement. The servants had seen them going and called the medic in advance, he was waiting for them

The medic looked him over and then said, "You should have seen me sooner, because your shoulder is infected."

Lara gave John a pointed look.

(John) "You can treat it yes?"

(Lara) "What did I tell you? I told you to get it looked at yesterday night."

(Medic) "Of course."

(John) "I'm sorry Lara, but he can treat it."

The medic handed him a bottle of pills and told him to take them as often as the label said.

John and Lara returned to the bunker. John took two of the pills and then lay back down on the floor to try to sleep.

Lara didn't want to see John on the floor; he'd wind up hurting his back.

(Lara) "Why are you trying to sleep on the floor? It is uncomfortable."

(John) "It'd not be proper to sleep elsewhere."

Lara could tell that John wanted to accept her offer to share her bed, and for more than just sleeping, but he was holding back... His normal self was shy, soft spoken, and reclusive, and a much different man from the one that rampaged through HM.

(Lara) "Are you sure you don't want to rest in my bed while I attend to my kids?"

(John) "I'm sure, besides, the kids are sleeping... Everyday since they've been here, they get up around nine, it's nowhere near nine yet... I'll be fine here on the floor."

(Lara) "If that is what you want, then I will leave you be."

She turned to go back into her room. In an uncharacteristic moment, John spoke up, "Wait Lara."

John struggled to stand and then said, "I accept your offer."

(Lara) "Wonderful. Settle down in the bed, and I will grab a chair to sit in."

(John) "You sit in a chair? I don't want to impose... Are you sure you don't mind?"

(Lara) "I have had my rest, and I feel refreshed. I don't need the bed right now."

John nodded and said, "Thank you."

John quickly fell asleep. Around 9 am, her kids woke up, after they were bathed and fed breakfast, a servant came in and said, "Ma'am, your children are up, they have been bathed, fed, and dressed, and are currently playing board games."

(Lara) "Take me to them. John needs his sleep."

The servant nodded and then led her to the conference room in the bunker, a large table built for about thirty people. David was sitting at the bar in the back of the room, playing a board game on the counter; his two sisters were there with him.

(David) "Hey mommy, how are you?"

(Lara) "I'm feeling better today. John is sleeping because he got hurt firing that big gun to kill the cyborg. He is very tired."

David pointed to a bottle of vodka behind the bar and said, "I saw a guard drink from that bottle... What is it mommy? Can I have some?"

(Lara) "Vodka is a grown up drink. You can have a small sip, just to taste it. But you have to be bigger to drink a whole cup or more of vodka."

He pointed to another bottle, "What that one there?" It was a bottle of cognac.

(Lara) "That's another grown up drink. You can have a small taste of it. But you can only try one. Which one do you choose?"

He pointed to the cognac and asked to try that one.

Lara walked over to the bottle and then grabbed a nearby 4 inch tall cup. She poured some cognac into it, to fill just 1/8 of the cup. She then gave it to David.

He drank it down quickly, as though it were just any other drink, he immediately coughed and shouted, "That tastes awful!"

(Lara) "Most grown up drinks taste like that if you drink it fast. If you drink it a little bit at a time, it might taste better for you."

(David) "No thank you, I don't want any of that, ever."

(Lara) "A wise decision. What are you playing?"

(David) "It's a game that called "1984: The Civil war" it's a soldier game about Mississippi in 1984 with paratroopers and government forces."

(Lara) "What have you learned from the game?"

(David) "It says the point of the game is that the paratroopers always win."

One of his sisters was telling the other one, "I'm not playing as the n--gers again, you play as them." The other one replied, "I had to be the jews and race traitors last game, I want to play as the paratroopers!"

The side of the box said "1984 Civil War in Mississippi, a product of WKM Historical Gaming, a division of Triple K Historical Games."

Lara looked at her eldest daughter sharply.

(Daughter) "What's wrong mom?"

(Lara) "You do not use the N word, or any racial slurs."

(Lara) "Same goes for you, Danielle."

ooc- Danielle = youngest daughter

(Daughter) "John says it, the guards say it, the leader of their country says it on television."

(Lara) "We are not from this country. Using words like these show that we aren't civilized."

(Danielle) "But one of the guards told me it's the Africans who aren't civilized, and that it's up to us to stop them from taking over our civilizations because they are beasts."

(Danielle) "He called them sub-human... What's a sub-human?"

(Lara) "Africans are no more beasts or uncivilized than Europeans, Americans, or Asians. They are people, with families and kids just like you."

(Lara) "Sub-human means like animals."

(David) "That's not what the man on the radio said. He said his name was Joseph Mladic from Jackson City Mississippi with the... With the..."

(Danielle) "White People's Radio."

(David) "Yes, that's the one... He said they only look human on the outside, but that doesn't mean they really are. He said they're born from the Cain people who are from Eve and Satan."

(Lara) "Don't believe everything you see or hear."

(Lara) "An African mother could be telling her kids the same thing. They could be saying that Communist Mississippian people are sub-humans and savages."

(David) "But John said Mr. Mladic and the radio are very good sources of information to fight against the... The..."

(Danielle) "The threat of unchecked world Jewry."

(Lara) "Remember Mr. Angstrom in our hometown? He gave you free ice cream, and his kids played with all of you. He was a Jew."

(Jennifer) "But mom, when we were on the boat coming in, we looked at the nation that a guard called Somalia, and it was a rat hole compared to this. Look how much better the Mississippians can build things."

(David) "A guard said Jews will entice children away with candy and sweets so they can harm them."

(Lara) "Did Mr. Angstrom or his kids hurt any of you? You have known him since you were old enough to walk."

(Lara) "Mississippi is able to build better because they have more money. Somalia doesn't have much money."

(David) "The radio said Somalia is poor because the people are too inferior to make good money."

(Lara) "It's the government's fault, not the people. With bad schools, these people can't get smart to do smart jobs."

(Jennifer) "On the ship we saw a movie about it, it was an old black and white film, called "The Eternal Jew", it was showing in the ship movie hall, one of the guards said it was the best movie about jews ever... He said it was made in the 1940s in a place called Germany."

(Lara) "Kids, if you go into other countries, they will believe differently and talk differently about different people."

(Jennifer) "It said that the Jews are the great nation wreckers, and that they don't like to work like Aryans work, but they prefer to benefit from others hard work."

(Lara) "Have you heard or learned about the Holocaust?"

(Jennifer) "The radio said it was the greatest lie ever, and that the jews made so much money by getting people to believe it, that they were able to buy up all the media in the so-called free world, and then get their crimes against arabs in Israel to look good. The radio said that records show all the jews from Eastern Europe moved to some places called Britain, Mozambique, Australia, South America, and New Zealand."

(David) "Yes, the radio said that the jews are the worst threat ever and need to be stopped whenever they are found out."

(David) "The government wouldn't let the radio operate without a license, and bad people couldn't get the licenses in Mississippi, they have strict laws on that."

(Lara) "It is not okay to hate people because of their skin or religion. What if some kids like you said they hated you just because you're white? Or because you believe in something they don't like?"

(Lara) "Jewish kids are just as good at playing and having fun as you."

(David) "The radio said they hate us so much they are trying to kill us all, but if we strike first, we can wipe them out before they get us."

(Lara) "The Jewish kids don't do that. They just want to play and have fun, and not kill anyone."

(Jennifer) "What about that wizard guy who spoke on the radio."

(David) "You mean the Imperial Wizard, Field Marshal Bertrand Navarre."

(Jennifer) "Yes, he's the one... He read from the jewish holy book, the Tal... Tal..."

(David) "Talmud."

(David) "Their holy book said that non-jews are cattle to serve jews."

Lara began thinking. She doesn't like how her kids were being corrupted, but at the same time, she wanted to see proof of such allegations.

One of the guards sitting nearby was reading a copy of the book "Talmud Exposed", he looked up, "It's all in her ma'am, the Talmud translated into English."

(Lara) "I want to see if these allegations of Jewry are true. Give me the book."

He hands her the book and she starts to read:

Yebamoth 63a. Declares that agriculture is the lowest of occupations.

Sanhedrin 55b. A Jew may marry a three year old girl (specifically, three years "and a day" old).

Sanhedrin 54b. A Jew may have sex with a child as long as the child is less than nine years old.

Kethuboth 11b. "When a grown-up man has intercourse with a little girl it is nothing."

Yebamoth 59b. A woman who had intercourse with a beast is eligible to marry a Jewish priest. A woman who has sex with a demon is also eligible to marry a Jewish priest.


Gittin 69a. To heal his flesh a Jew should take dust that lies within the shadow of an outdoor toilet, mix it with honey and eat it.

Shabbath 41a. The law regulating the rule for how to urinate in a holy way is given.

Yebamoth 63a. States that Adam had sexual intercourse with all the animals in the Garden of Eden.

Hagigah 27a. States that no rabbi can ever go to hell.

Baba Mezia 59b. A rabbi debates God and defeats Him. God admits the rabbi won the debate.

Minor Tractates. Soferim 15, Rule 10. This is the saying of Rabbi Simon ben Yohai: Tob shebe goyyim harog ("Even the best of the Gentiles should all be killed").

She was shocked to read that.

Lara shook her head. "I had no idea."

(Guard) "Have you ever heard of the jewish Purim Festival?"

(Guard) "They are celebrating an ancient massacre of 75,000 persians who refused to accept jewish rule."

(Guard) "Now I realize being in Mississippi, my ancestors killed an awful lot of Indians... But it's not something I like to think about, it's the past, something to be forgotten, certainly not celebrated."

(Lara) "What a terrible thing. Celebrating massacres."

(Lara) "What is your name, guard?"

(Guard) "Robert."

(Robert) "Let us not forget, the jews have a history of sacrificing children. It's been reported since the pre-roman times. The most records are in the middle ages, every year around their Purim Festival, little gentile children would go missing, only to be found later with their throats slit and their blood drained... The same way jewish kosher rituals are done on cows."

(Robert) "It's well documented, in video evidence, what Kosher slaughter is. They slit the throat of a cow and let it bleed to death while conscious. Our noble leader, Curtis Fabus, banned that the day he took power, later laws reinforced the ban. Fabus decreed all warm-blooded animals be given anesthetic before slaughter."

(Lara) "Thank you for letting me know all this, Robert."

(Robert) "You should watch two movies, on from 1940 called Der Ewige Jude, the Eternal Jew, and the other a modern film called "The Jewish Menace: The Plague of Jewry" produced by Joseph Mladic.”

(Robert) "Both the movies are here in the bunker film room."

(Lara) "I'd like to watch them. Kids, did you have breakfast yet?"

They all nodded, "Yes, the servants made sure we ate."

Robert directed her towards the movie theater in the bunker, a servant started the first movie. The movie starts

The movie begins, in bold letters, "The Jewish Menace, the Eternal Plague of Jewry."

It opens with footage of a Jewish neighborhood; orthodox Jews are walking down the street. Vendors are selling their items.

The voice is that of Joseph Mladic. "We Mississippians had a look at the Jewish ghetto in Jackson City 20 years ago, but this time our vision is heightened by our experiences with the Jews. Over 1 million Jews live here in Mississippi, but they won't be found mingling with true-Mississippians. Now we recognize that a plague exists, a plague which threatens the health of our people."

"Many Mississippians make their living farming, but what do the Jews consider farming? What do their holy books teach? Let us have a look. From the Talmud, "Yebamoth 63a. Declares that agriculture is the lowest of occupations."

“In one sentence, the Jews have revealed their utter contempt for 50% of Mississippi. We are a nation of farmers, the Jews are never a nation of anything, and they always form a state within a state. They owe no allegiance to their host nation, they owe their allegiance to international Jewry.”

(Cut to scenes of Jews selling items on the street) "Here... Here we see Jews doing what they do best, buying and selling, avoiding doing any real labor. The Jews are and always have been a race of parasites. They buy and sell, but produce nothing, they rely on the generosity of the nations of the world to allow them to enter and set up shop. And then, then they take over.”

(Cut to scenes of a Jewish man with lust in his eyes) "Do the Jews share in our white ethics and values? Allow us to look at their holiest book again. In the Talmud it states in Kethuboth 11b. "When a grown-up man has intercourse with a little girl it is nothing." This is not a religion, it is a blank check to do evil under the guise of religion."

(Cut to scenes of rabbis) "And do not believe that the Jews are a righteous people who obey the word of God. In their own Talmud, it states in Baba Mezia 59b." A rabbi debates God and defeats Him. God admits the rabbi won the debate." God defeated by man? Such arrogance is incomprehensible to white people."

(The footage continues, showing Jewish men who look like they are in the jewish mafia) "Jewry is so involved in organized crime that it is no laughing matter. In 1985, the jews were responsible for 95% of incidences of counterfeiting, 82% of dealers of drugs, 93% of dealers of prostitution, and 81% of crooked games of chance."

"Furthermore, Jewry advocates the murder of gentiles. In Minor Tractates. Soferim 15, Rule 10. This is the saying of Rabbi Simon ben Yohai: Tob shebe goyyim harog ("Even the best of the Gentiles should all be killed"). Jewry is something that must be crushed, if jewry is allowed to continue unchecked, then the health of our nation, the health of our people are gravely threatened. A war has been declared, we did not start the war, but we will certainly end it.

(Cut to scenes of Curtis Fabus) "If the Jews attempt to bring about the destruction of our nation or our people, through war, disease, or economic ruin, the result will not be a victory for Judaism, but the annihilation of the Jewish race in Mississippi."

(Movie continues) "In 1983, attempting to maintain their stranglehold on the economy, the Jews suspended all elections and demanded that whites turn over firearms for destruction. But as history records, in 1984 under the leadership of Curtis Fabus, the whites answered the Jews; we answered them with bullets. The only thing the Jew understands is force and violence."

(Shows 1986 party rally in Jackson City) "The whites banded together to crush Jewish capitalism and globalism. Victory was achieved but only with great sacrifice. Remember, the Jew is like a cancer, and much good tissue must be lost to save a life.”

(Shows pictures of black gangsters in the ghetto) "Prior to 1984, the Jew had many white people convinced that these animals were no different than the white people. The Jews had used their monopoly on the media to force the ideas of miscegenation and racial suicide on our people. Whites were so brainwashed that thousands married these beasts and had children with them. However, The policies of Jews are hypocritical; they demand the whites mix with the dark races, yet the Jews teach their children to mate only with fellow Jews. They want to mongrelize the white people, and keep the Jewish lines Jewish. Remember, the Jew is your mortal blood enemy.”


(The movie continues for about 60 more minutes along the same line, Talmudic quotes, pictures of dirty neighborhoods, drug dealers, loud music, white kids with hats on backwards, low riding cars, etc)

It ends with the words, "Remember, the Jews have made their goal the destruction of your race. The Jewish race and the white race are locked in a struggle to the death, and only one race can emerge. It is your duty to fight and if necessary to die to stop the Jew." (Cut to scenes of Curtis Fabus) “Under the leadership of Curtis Fabus, Mississippi has raised the banner against the Jewish menace.”

(Robert) "Well what did you think of the movie?"

(Lara) "The movie was quite informative. What about the other movie?"

(Robert) "It's an old German film from 1940, with an english soundtrack, it's somewhat outdated today, but it's basically the same thing, just from the view of another people, another culture... All cultures and all people eventually come to hate jews, it's inevitable."

(Lara) "Thanks. I'm feeling a little hungry myself."

John walked into the theater, "Hello, anybody in here? Servants told me you're in here." He sees her, "Oh, there you are Lara, I didn't see you in the dark."

(Lara) "How are you feeling?"

(John) "Much better now that I'm rested, thank you... How are you feeling? Oh by the way, a news update in the Schacht Pharmaceuticals, one of the men they suspect involved, he fled Kentucky and there is a warrant out for his arrest. It was confirmed he was a closet jew who converted to Christianity and got papers forged to state he was white."

(Lara) "Speaking of Jews, I just watched the movie produced by Mladic. Robert suggested I watch it, and I had no idea of the atrocities that the Jews did."

(John) "Well now you know. We've been at war with Jews for millennia, since before they crucified our Lord Jesus Christ."

(John) "Would you care to get something to eat, the servants are bringing lunch into the room since the dinning hall down here is being renovated."

(Lara) "I'm pretty hungry myself."

(John) "Well then follow me."

He led her out of the theater, and passed the dinning hall, she looked in, it was a mess, tools lay strewn about everywhere, there were holes in the walls, and flooring was missing... He led her back to the room.

There was a table that had been brought in by the servants and the food had just been placed on the table, still covered by glass to keep in the heat.

They both sat down, ate the food, and talked about the movie Lara watched.

(John) "So you liked the movie yes? Very informative."

(Lara) "Yes it was. I thought Jews were just another race. After all, there are many races in the world. Whites, Jews, Arabs, Muslims, Asian, Indian, Native American, Africans, etc."

(John) "Race relations between whites and non-whites used to be pretty good until the Jews started so-called civil rights groups, and agitated race issues."
When they finished eating, John leaned back in his seat, and started to smoke a cigar, "What do you want to do now Lara?"

(Lara) "I am not sure myself. Are you sure there are no more cyborgs lurking around the manor?"

(John) "Yes, the guards keep me posted on what is going on... Recent word is that the situation is contained and that EMP rifles were used to smash the few dozen cyborgs in the woods."

John smiled as he said, "I think it's safe to go back, shall we go then? The children can listen to the radio program by Joseph Mladic, coming up in about twenty minutes, it'll be good for them."

(Lara) "All right."

John stood up and said, "well then Lara, let us go, the servants will handle getting the children up." He spoke into a radio for the servants to get the children and take them upstairs after he called back down from up there once he checked himself to make sure it was absolutely safe.

They got upstairs, John and Lara checked around, the guards were all fine, the SRG men alive, no evidence of any cyborgs, nothing. The medic greeted John warmly, and told him to not aggravate his shoulder wound.

John radioed for the children to be brought up and they were... He sat them down in front a radio and tuned it to the CM Ministry of Propaganda Channel, the speech by Joseph Mladic was started to be broadcast. "This is Joseph Mladic, from Jackson City in Mississippi, bringing the daily messages of the White People's Radio."

John tapped Lara on the shoulder and then said, "Would you like to listen from the radio in my room, I think it gets better reception."

(Lara) "Certainly."

John led her up to his room, and then closed the door behind them when they got in... He sat down in a chair and then said, "Well do you want to turn the radio on, or shall I?"

She had other ideas, that didn't involve listening to the radio...

She was fairly certain he had the same ideas, he just wouldn't vocalize them.

(Lara) "You go ahead and turn the radio. I have no idea what channel it is on."

He turned the radio on and then sat back down.

The station he tuned to was actually 19th century ballroom dancing music... "Ops, wrong station, well let's not put it to waste, may I have this dance?" She realized that his room was indeed more than large enough for such dancing.

Lara slowly stood up and extended her hand. "Yes.

He gently took her hand and then they started to dance. She was surprised at how well he danced. But then she remembered he was in the nobility, and as such would probably know how to dance well.

The music ended about six minutes later, it was a commercial now, and something about Salazar Imperial Tobacco being the best in the commonwealth.

John sat back down, and then slowly said, "Well what now? Another dance perhaps? Anything else you want to do?"

(Lara) "Do you think it'd be a good idea to take the kids to see the Pyramids? Something to take their minds off yesterday night."

(John) "Yes, I'm already one step ahead of you... I've requested Parthian Egyptian Travel passes a few days ago. We should have word on them by tomorrow morning... So we can go to the pyramids for a while..."

She could tell John didn't exactly want to talk about pyramids, but again, he was holding back for fear of causing anything awkward to occur...

(Lara) "Thank you. Yesterday night must have been quite a scare for my kids, hearing all these explosions and such."

(John) "Oh don't mention it... I want your children to be happy and protected, and I think seeing the pyramids will be good for them."

(John) "My son will be back home soon, he's getting leave as his unit is pulled from training for a few weeks rest."

(Lara) "Any idea when? The weekend or next week?"

(John) "Probably within six days, but we'll be back from PE by then, unless you want to stay longer than that.”

(Lara) "All right. We can leave tomorrow for a few days, then come right back to greet your son."

(John) "Sounds good."

John smiled; glad she was anxious to meet his son.

The music came back on, it was another song, "Another dance?"

Lara extended her hand out again towards John.

John took her hand and they resumed dancing, gracefully, as though they could dance forever. The song seemed to go on for eternity.

After the song ended, John was holding her close to him, looking deep into her eyes, he was smiling, he stood there waiting, not knowing what to do.

(Lara) "Thank you for the dance."

John nodded his head and said, "You're welcome."

She could tell he was once again nervous, starting to sweat and tense up. He moved to a chair and sat down, "Oh my, look at the time, I've got to get to sleep." It was hardly late at all, not even near ten o'clock...

(Lara) "Why are you nervous?"

He tensed up but then tried to calm himself as he answered, "I'm not nervous, what gave you that idea?"

(Lara) "I noticed your body becoming slightly tense, and also why are you tired already? Women have good intuition, you know."

John didn't make eye contact as he replied, instead glancing at the window, "I'm just tired is all, nothing wrong with that." He said in an obviously lying tone.

Lara debated with herself whether to press John or not. On one hand, something obviously is bothering John and he might need help, but on the other hand, John might not be ready to discuss it. She knew that sometimes if you press people too early, they would clam up and then things would become more awkward.

John leaned back in the chair, as he lit up a cigar, the smoking seemed to calm and soothe him.

John stood up and moved to a couch he had in the corner of the room. With one hand he smoked his cigar, with the other hand he tapped the couch as he said, "Would you like to sit with me, Lara?"

Lara walked over to the couch, and then sat at the opposite end as John, unsure of John's intentions.

John sat there, looking forward as he smoked his cigar... He sat in silence as thoughts raced through his mind... He was wondering if Lara sat so far from him, if she was afraid of him. He thought of the lab in Kentucky, and how he desperately needed to meet with Dr Schacht. He sat in silence for about five minutes; Lara was thinking something was wrong. Then he broke the silence, "Would you like to move closer?"

Lara moved closer by a couple of feet. "What is on your mind, John?" asked Lara.

John set his cigar down and then in a serious tone, yet hinting at the turmoil within him, he turned and said, "You are."

(Lara) "You told me that yesterday night. What about me?"

(John) "It wouldn't be appropriate for me to say, unless you wanted me to say it."

(Lara) "Why is that? Is it of an sexual nature?"

John sighed and then said, "yes."

Lara inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly before responding. "What is it? Was it about what you did several weeks ago to me and other women?"

(John) "No, not about that. But I am getting more memory of that, the memories come and go..."

(Lara) "Then what is it?"

(John) "It's... Well... I..."

(Lara) "I can tell this makes you quite uncomfortable."

(Lara) "We don't have to talk about this if you really don't want to."

John finally breathed deep and quickly said, "For the last few weeks, I've really enjoyed the time we've been spending together... For the last few days, you've been here with me, I..." he lost the ability to continue.

He said, "I've wanted to do this." as he started to lean in to kiss her, not knowing if she'd pull away or allow him to proceed.

Lara truly didn't know what to do. On one hand, the man did violate her, which was a sin very difficult to forgive, but on the other hand, he had been a gentleman the past few weeks. He didn't do anything horrible towards her or her kids. She made her decision.

Lara slowly moved her face towards John, and then gave him a light kiss.

John leaned back after a few seconds and said, "thank you Lara."

John picked back up his cigar, and inhaled the smoke as he sighed and solemnly said, "I wish we had met on better terms, or I wish the Jews hadn't been able to infiltrate into the lab to alter the drugs... Oh but what good is wishing..."

(Lara) "Remember, we can put a stop to this."

There was a knock at the door, a servant said, "Sir, there are two gentlemen here to see you." before he could reply to Lara.

He said to Lara, "Shall we go see what it is then?"

Lara nodded at John, then got to her feet.

They walked downstairs. There were two men from the Republican Guard Mississippian Egyptian High Command.

John extended his hand to shake, but the man sitting on the couch just sat there, holding his hat loosely in his hands.

(RG 1) "Mr. Tallmadge sir... I have..."

(John) "Is everything okay?"

The second man breathed deeply and said, "Sir, I don't know how to tell you this any other way, so I'll just say it... Your son was killed in action... I'm sorry, you have my deepest sympathy."

Lara watched as the news hit John, she could tell part of him died that very second

His eyes, they bore the look of a man who wished at that instant for death.

John was holding back crying, but he did collapse to the floor from the emotional pain, and he covered his face with his hands, "No, it can't be... You're wrong!"

John just sat there in a daze, as the two men eventually stopped talking and left the mansion.

Lara gave John a sympathetic look, and asked "Do you want to be alone for a while?"

John leaned against the back of a couch as he started to cry uncontrollably.

He started to talk as he calmed down, "You know, he begged me to get him into the Guard... I had to use many connections to get him into the RG, an armored division, as a 2nd lieutenant... This is all my fault."

John was lightly crying as he let out a slight laugh, "This is all my fault."

(John) "I've assured the destruction of the Tallmadge line. I am the last of the Tallmadges, the name, the line, the history, all will die with me now."

Lara gently put a hand on John's shoulder to attempt to express her condolences.

He muttered under his breath, "Might as well end sooner rather than later." He didn't think she heard him, but she did. Then he said loudly and with an attempt at sounding normal, "I'm going outside, to walk in the woods for a while."

He walked over to a drawer and took out a Walther PPK pistol, tucking it into his pocket... He casually said, "There might be wolves in the woods.... Well take care." He started to walk towards the door.

At first, Lara wasn't sure what to make of his cryptic mutterings. While she tried to dissect John's statement, she overheard John talking about 'wolves in the woods' and then an alarm went off in the back of her mind.

(Lara) "I will come with you for your walk."

(John) "No that's okay... I'd like to be alone for my walk."

She realized there were no wolves in Egypt.

(Lara) "I will come with you, regardless."

John started to show anger in his voice, "I said I'll be fine! (Calming down) You stay here, please."

John quickly walked out the door before she had time to respond and then proceeded to walk rapidly towards the path into the depths of the woods.

Lara was left speechless by John's anger and sudden departure. After several moments, she regained her senses and tried to follow John.

She walked out into the night, not knowing which way he went. The moon was the only light out... She saw some tracks on the dirt path-leading deep into the woods.

The night animals were strangely silent, as though they knew something was amiss.

The cool night air chilled Lara as she walked further into the woods.

The silence and calm of the night was suddenly shattered by the report of a pistol sounding in the not so far distance.

The sound had come from about 500 yards down the path; she was greatly worried and distressed by it.

Lara began running towards where she thought she heard the gunshot. After running several dozen yards, she tripped over a tree root. Lara tumbled down a small slope, landing in a pool of mud and several small rocks dug into her flesh.

John walked up to her and said, "Are you okay?"

He tucked the pistol back into his pocket

He helped her get up.

(John) "What are you doing running out here at night? It's dangerous."

(Lara) "I heard a gunshot and I thought you shot yourself."

(John) "No... I was thinking about it... But as I was about to do it, a lion jumped out from the bushes and I fired my pistol to scare him off... I didn't want him lurking around here and hurting you or your kids."

(John) "But my line is over now. The Tallmadge family will cease to exist after I die."

(Lara) "I am glad that you kept your word not to kill yourself while me and my kids are still under your protection."

(John) "Yes... I guess I'm glad to. Let's go back inside at get those injuries taken care of... You shouldn't have come running out here in the night."

As they were walking back inside, he casually said, "So, I can kill myself once you're no longer under my protection, is that it?"

Lara stared at John and answered his question with nothing but silence.

(John) "Well, Lara... Would it bother you if Field Marshal Tallmadge became known as 'the late Field Marshal Tallmadge'... Because I can't think of more than a few reasons not to go through with it... I've given you my word though, so I suppose I won't... For now at least. But with the Tallmadge line set to end, what point is there in anything now?"

Lara thought on this for a moment, then answered. "If you are so intent on killing yourself, then delay it. Would you rather be remembered as John Tallmadge the Rapist? Or John Tallmadge the Hero? People would forgive you and consider you as a hero if you were to put a stop to these combat drugs that caused you and many others to rape, murder, and commit atrocities."

(John) "As of now, I just want to die, be quietly buried and quickly forgotten."

They got back into the mansion.

John dropped the pistol and the couch and then said, "Well I'm going to sleep, good night." She knew he kept over a dozen guns in his room and was worried about him.

Lara sighed. She knew that she couldn't prevent John from committing suicide, unless she watched over him for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. She couldn't do that, because she had to eat, go to the bathroom, and take care of her kids.

(John) (Hearing her sigh) "What is wrong?"

Lara didn't want John to know that she wouldn't be able to prevent his suicide. That might just encourage him to do it sooner. Lara shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just under stress."

(John) "Okay, well, if you want to come upstairs and talk for a while, you can."

(Lara) "That’s right. We need to talk."

He walked up the stairs to his room, quickly, she was right behind him.

Once inside, he sat down on the couch as he muttered, "I just can't believe all ends with me... Centuries of Tallmadges, and now it all ends."

(John) "Well Lara, what do I do now? My only son is dead; I'm now the last Tallmadge alive... It's just too awful."

(Lara) "You should have your family be remembered for its nobility. If you were to continue research and work into bringing the people responsible for the altered combat drugs to justice, your name will be cleared."

(John) "My father told me the one thing that I should strain every muscle to accomplish was to assure the Tallmadge name lived on. I've failed." He clenches his hands into fists and hits his knees, "Father, I've failed you!"

John looked up at Lara and then sighed, "Don't worry... I won't kill myself though. I want to be here to keep you out of trouble and harm."

(John) "As your children shall also be kept safe, so shall you be."

(Lara) "Thank you."

John closed his eyes for a few seconds, blinked slowly a few times, then he said, "What now Lara? It's quite late, shall we call it a night?" She looked at the clock, just passed eleven.

Lara nods. "We need some sleep, and we can decide on matters tomorrow with clearer heads."

John tipped his head slightly, acknowledging her, then he walked over and got into his bed, waiting for her to leave. She turned and slowly walked out, as she was exiting the room, she heard him start crying.

John's crying slowed and then he called to Lara, "Are you still there?"

(Lara) "Yes. I was making sure you were okay, considering the circumstances."

John wiped his face with a wet cloth and then dried it with a towel.

His tone turned serious yet friendly and non-threatening, but nervous "Lara, do you think that... Do you think... Never mind."

She wanted to hear what he had to say.

(Lara) "What?"

(John) "Never mind. It wasn't anything that matters." She could tell he was lying as he was bad at lying.

(Lara) "Please tell me."

(John) "Do you think you could ever find yourself attracted to me?"

She didn't what to say. The thing was that she already was.

She was convinced he was a good person who had been betrayed by Jewish scientists and that had it been different circumstances; he'd have conducted the campaign and his personal actions to the utmost highest of standards of morality and ethics. She blamed the Jews for what happened, and then their altering the drugs.

He had risked his life to save her son when he fell into the ocean. And then he saved her and all of her children from the cyborg. Those were hardly the actions of an evil man. She knew he wasn't evil; he was only guilty of trusting that the combat boosting drugs were always fine.

She had been quiet for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a few minutes. John softly asked, "Well Lara, will you answer me?"

Lara shook off her dream fugue state, and replied. "I was deep in thought, sorry about that."

(Lara) "To be honest, I don't know what kind of attraction I have with you, but it is there."

John smiled and nodded, "Okay."

(John) "Would you like to stay here with me tonight?"

She didn't know what to say to that, she knew what it might mean to stay there... She didn't know how to respond, but she wanted to stay, she just wasn't sure if she should.

(Lara) "If it would make you feel and sleep a little better tonight."

(John) "If you want to stay here, it's up to you."

(Lara) "Which would you prefer?"

(John) "I like your company and presence, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

(Lara) "I will remain with you tonight."

John smiled as he said, "Thank you... I just want to be held, it may sound strange, but when I was a very young boy and was upset, my parents would let me sleep with them... My mother would hold me close and it always made me feel better..." His tone became depressed, "Of course now she and father are both dead... And the Tallmadge line ends with me." She could tell he was deeply disturbed and distraught over the idea of his family name dying out.

She lay down next to him and held him closely, he seemed to be relaxed and breathed more easily.

He looked into her eyes as he said, "Thank you for staying with me, Lara."

She was still awake, holding him, as he feel soundly asleep. The pains in his mind of living with his atrocities, his son dying, the commonwealth in economic peril, freedom for Libya looming on the horizon, all were put out of his mind. All he thought about was how comforting and soothing it was to be in her arms.

The next morning, at about six o'clock, the phone in his room rang. It woke them both up at the same time. She was still holding him tightly. He turned and smiled at her, "Good morning Lara, thanks again for staying with me."

He picked up the phone… It was Dr. Schacht.

(Schacht) "John, it's just as you suspected. I knew you were right. The Jews were out to ruin my company, start their own company, and make whites look bad in the process by turning you all into monsters."

(John) "Are you sure?"

(Schacht) "Positive. A few of the doctors we were watching recently fled Kentucky; they're in Egypt right now, just outside the Mississippian Egypt border, right inside Parthian Egypt... I suggest you handle it personally, but covertly."

(John) "Where are they?"

(Schacht) "Cairo... I've emailed you the exact address of their company HQ."

(John) "Thank you."

(Schacht) "No thank you, I owe you one for solving this mess for me, you figured it right out... You'd make a great detective."

The two men each hung up.

(John) "Well Lara, we've found them... It's just a matter of killing them. I've got to leave for a while and I'll be in Cairo."

(John) "You should stay here, it might be dangerous..."

(Lara) "Agreed. After all, I have my kids to look after. However, I'd like to have these men captured and brought to justice. Remember our discussion aboard the battleship?"

(John) "Yes... But I don't think they'll go quietly... I'll try to get them alive, but I can make no promises."

There were still two platoons of Special Republican Guard around the mansion that had been sent by Roger Fabus to help John... He called down on the phone and told the lieutenant of one of the platoons to ready his men to move out for an airborne operation.

John then turned to Lara and in a serious voice said, "Well... I've got to leave now... I'll be back as soon as I can."

(Lara) "Good luck."

John nodded, whispered, "Thank you." Then slowly made his way out the door and off to his private armory to get geared up. About twenty minutes later, she heard helicopters lifting off and leaving the area...

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Ooc: I might receive some flack from this… But I admit that Jews don’t worship Moloch. The doctor is in a cult that happens to be compromised of jewish members who are attempting to invoke the power of Moloch to achieve their dream of what they think Israel should be… This is not in any way indicative of real jews… This guy is a loony jew just as David Koresh was a loony Christian. . If there are still pagans today (wicca etc) why not a few jews who worship the old deity moloch? It’s just an RP, please don’t get bent out of shape about it. All comments may be directed to me via TG. I apologize to those who might be offended and suggest they don’t read any further if they don’t want to… You’ve been warned. And note, OOC I don’t believe that jews worship moloch. So don’t post, “Do you really believe this?”



John had been gone for over two weeks now. Lara had heard no word on him or the operation to be taking place in Parthian Egypt against the scheming doctors from the Schacht Advanced Pharmaceuticals Research Company.

She was starting to worry.

The guard, Robert, was sitting in the chair across from her, "Is everything okay ma'am?"

(Lara) "I haven't heard any word from John Tallmadge in 2 weeks, and I haven't seen or heard anything happen as a result of his special mission."

(Robert) "Give it time ma'am, these things take time. Let's turn on the news and see what is going on... Something tells me today is the day..."

Sure enough, as soon as turned on the TV to the Parthian Egyptian news, the top story was coming in.

(Reporter) "We're here live at the scene of where a massive bomb ripped through the Bloomberg Medical Research Center... The facility has been completely destroyed. The top scientists are nowhere to be found... Police are investigating this matter."

(Robert) "See I told you."

(Lara) "Speak of the devil. Any idea when to expect John and his boys back?"

The sounds of Mi-24s approaching from the distance could be heard.

Robert pointed up into the air and nodded.

The air from the helicopters blew the grass aside. It parted, as though out of respect to the mighty steel beasts about to land... But it had no choice in parting.

Two soldiers helped an injured John limp out of the helicopter; he was hardly able to walk, only with great difficulty. He had taken a round to the leg from one of the facilities guards.

He limped inside and smiled at Lara as he proudly said, "Lara, it's over... Their facility will never harm another soul... We have them captured, they've agreed to confess and tell the world everything, how they did it, why, etc."

She could see from the manner in which he was limping that he was badly hurt.

(Lara) "That’s excellent news, John! I'm glad to see you've made it back alive."

John moaned from the pain and then sighed from the exhaustion and collapsed into a chair.

He had spent the last four days awake, staking out the facility, waiting for the right time to attack. He had promptly fallen asleep in the chair just after he reclined it.

Lara didn't know what to do; he looked in pretty bad shape. Robert nodded and said, "Yeah, I know, the boss ain’t doing to hot, eh?"

She just sat there in silence, worried about John, too worried to respond.

Two of the SRG men from the helicopters dragged into the mansion a man with a black hood pulled over his head and was handcuffed and restrained at the legs as well.

They sat him down in one of the chairs and then pulled off the hood.

(SRG 1) "Ma'am, this is the chief doctor from the conspiracy."

The doctor looked at Lara and then started to laugh in a sadistic manner

(Doctor) "You are not a Mississippian woman! You are Hatarian Mammalian, taken as a trophy by one of the soldiers under the influences of my drugs, no doubt."

Lara gave the doctor a stare that would have melted steel. "I should thank you. The experience has made me much stronger as a person."

He gave her a sick look at then asked, "How many times a day does he mount you? Is it more than he mounts his horse? All CM officers like to ride horses. How often do you get ridden?"

Lara began laughing. "You are gravely mistaken. John Tallmadge hasn't ridden me since the day he took me."

(Doctor) (In a tone of disbelief) "You mean he is a nice man... Yes, I am sure that is true."

(Doctor) "So he must be a faggot then eh? He doesn't know what to do with a woman!"

Lara's anger began to simmer, but she held it in check. "He had a wife, who died in a car accident, then his son died two weeks ago. Give him some respect."

(Doctor) "More dead goyim, it is a good thing. Make's more room for us Jews!"

He started to laugh, "Even the best of the gentiles deserve death!"

She wondered why he was confessing to all this.

(Doctor) "I bet you wonder why I'm telling you all this, yes?"

Lara nodded.

(Doctor) "Well there were five of us in this conspiracy, two jews, one of them being me, one mason, and two regular Christians that we bribed to help us. One of the Christians we had to kill when he had an attack of conscience in the middle of the operation... The other one is turning against us to testify... So we might as well use this great opportunity to preach against you gentiles and your sick ways. You people make me sick, with your crusader mentalities, your restrictive beliefs, and your always having to do the right thing. What is with you people?"

(Doctor) "If I can convince just one Jewish boy to join our movement, it is worthwhile! All this will be worth it if we can gain support. We're already in control of most of the world media. Mississippi dealt us a bloody nose when they broke our hold over the former USA, but we always bounce back. We destroyed Germany in the Thirty Years war; we smashed them in WW1 and WW2. From the sympathy we gained from WW2, Israel was formed in 1948... We will never leave Israel! We are there to stay. The Movement of Zion is growing, that is what my group is called. We're getting bigger each day... One day Israel will encompass the entire Middle East! From the Nile to the Tigris River!"

She wanted to reach across the table and punch him in the face.

(Doctor) (Chuckling) "It's brilliant isn't it? Get you gentiles to kill each other off in pointless wars that you soon forget the cause of, and meanwhile we move on in and take the newly vacant land! You always play right into our hands. You're nothing but cattle being led to the slaughter!"

Lara began growling softly. "You are less than animals. You engage in such atrocities like having women engage in sex with animals, and 9 year olds being forced into sex. You are worse than the Mississippian soldiers who committed atrocities during the Hataria Mammalian war. These soldiers can be forgiven, because they had no control over their actions, but you are in full control and fully support these atrocities."

(Doctor) "You're not even a human, you're a goyim swine, cattle, a servant to the Jewish master race!"

(Doctor) "Just be lucky you didn't get captured by Israel, you'd be in a brothel right now getting screwed by a dozen men day."

(Doctor) (In a very nasty tone) "But I'm sure a gentile whore like yourself would enjoy that. Oh yes, you'd like it."

He then smiled as he said in a nearly delighted tone, "I'm sure your daughters would make fine whores as well."

Robert stood up from the chair and motioned with his hand towards the doctor, then he said to Lara, "May I ma'am?"

Lara nodded, unable to speak. She was numb with shock at the pure evil contained within the doctor.

He clenched his hand into a fist and then smashed it against the side of doctor's mouth, a stream of blood spat out along with four of his teeth. The chair tipped over and he fell with it.

The doctor managed to laugh, "Is that all you got goy boy?"

Robert kicked him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind completely out of the doctor. The doctor struggled to taunt him, panting for air, "You'll.... Have to do better.... Than that... You redneck!"

Robert sat him back up in the chair and the doctor started to laugh uncontrollably, "It's too late now! You can't stop us! We're growing! We're growing each day! Nothing can stop the Movement of Zion!"

Robert smashed his fist into the man's stomach, whilst holding him in the chair to keep him from falling. Then he said, "Christ will stop you."

The doctor looked him in the eyes, his eyes burned of hatred and a hint of insanity. Then he said with a twisted smile, "Our god is much greater than your Christ... We killed your Christ… Remember... We forced the Romans to nail him to the cross, if they hadn't done so, we'd have ravaged the cities and caused such turmoil."

Lara finally regained the strength to speak once again.

(Lara) "Silence. The world would have been a much worse place if you had succeeded in ravaging Roman cities. We would likely be still living in the Dark Ages, and we would have been suffering worse atrocities on a daily basis than what happened in Hataria Mammalia. This is one of these times that I actually sympathize with the 'invaders' of Hataria Mammalia."

(Lara) "Mississippi has the right idea."

(Doctor) "Well you goyim do stick together! But our god will smash you all once and for all!"

Lara was starting to think he was talking about a God other than the Christian God of the Trinity...

(Lara) "Your god must be the Devil himself to allow and praise the things you say and do."

(Doctor) "Oh not at all... My god is not Satan at all... You're totally wrong..."

(Lara) "Any civilized God wouldn't tolerate child sacrifice."

(Doctor) "Moloch is more powerful than your pathetic Christ."

(Doctor) (Snickering) "Your Christ couldn't even save himself from the cross!"

(Lara) "He died to absolve our sins. He sacrificed himself for future generations. Selflessness is a virtue shared by few."

(Doctor) "Ha! How noble! The son of a common harlot dying for future generations!" (Fakes like he is about to cry) "I'm so touched, I'm just going to cry a river!"

(Lara) "What has the Jewish race done for future generations? More hatred, atrocities, and oppression. Not exactly the best legacy to leave."

He started to laugh, "History will be written by the winners. And we will win! Your people will be subjugated and will serve us!"

(Lara) "Subjugated? Hardly. There are billions of Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists in the world, while Jewish people only number in the millions or tens of millions. Why do you think Christianity is such a popular and large religion? Because it is by far better than the Jewish religion and the atrocities that the Jewish condone."

(Doctor) "Yes, but you forget, we a race, we can convert to Christianity and subvert it from within. Which is what we've been doing since the Spanish Inquisition when they forced us to convert! We remain Jews in our blood and they cannot convert that! Don't you get it, the missionaries are blind to who we really are, and they see potential converts!"

They had been arguing for over three hours and Lara was getting tired of speaking to this monster of a man, this atrocious coward who didn't even have the courage to face his enemies in open combat.

John stirred from his sleep and woke up, feeling much better after his three solid hours of rest. He'd scarcely slept in the last few days.

John smiled at Lara and laughed, "I see you've had the dubious pleasure of meeting Doctor Bloomberg."

(Lara) "John, he has only made me believe in your ideals even more regarding the Jewish people."

The doctor started to laugh and said, "Oh well, just another one that we'll have to kill, you're not good as a slave if your head is polluted with such ideas as freedom... But it's easiest to keep a man in chains when he cannot see the chains."

John struggled to walk over to Lara and he looked her and softly said, "I'm glad, Lara... I'm glad..." he was struggling to talk; she could tell he was weak from his injuries.

The doctor chuckled, "Ah, how sad... Maybe you'll be joining your son soon..."

Lara struck the doctor with a vicious backhand. "Show some respect!"

He smiled, not showing the pain, trying his best not to let them know he'd been hurt, and by a woman... "You woman should know your place, as in down! You're nothing but unclean meat."

John struck the doctor in the stomach with his field marshal's baton and laughed... "Don't you know how to talk to a lady? That isn't the right way, try again!"

The doctor was in great pain now, likely bleeding internally, he didn't want to provoke any further attacks... He nodded, smiled, and struggled to speak, "I'm... I'm... Sorry." he said it rapidly and it was barely intelligible.

(John) "Your trial is tomorrow, it shouldn't take more than eight hours for you to tell the whole story, from start to finish, omitting not even the smallest detail... Speak well and truthfully and you'll get a firing squad. Lie, and you get to hang slowly."

The doctor nodded and then laughed, "You know... You'll be struck down, the Great Moloch protects me!"

John snapped his fingers and two guards hauled the man out of the mansion, he was shouting incantations, invoking dark gods and deities to his defense... He was totally insane, a lunatic, a madman... Whatever or whoever he worshipped, it wasn't going to help him where he was going.

John smiled at Lara, while with one hand he kept pressure on his lower left leg, "Lara, shall we go upstairs, I'd like to relax for a while."

(Lara) "Certainly. I cannot believe someone would be that deranged. However, he said something that makes me wonder. He says the Jewish people are trying to recruit more people, and martyrs would increase the recruitment."

(John) "Yes, what should we do with him then? Lock him away in a dungeon for his entire life? I would go for that..."

(Lara) "That will be a good plan. We cannot risk a chance of that madman getting out. There might be Jewish sympathizers that would break him out, even at the cost of their lives."

John looked at Lara with a gaze that immediately made her realize he had strong feelings for her... He moved in close towards her, and then held back again, instead saying, "Oh my, it's... I'm tired..."

(Lara) "You should rest, after everything that has happened. Your leg also needs to heal up."

John nodded and then slowly walked upstairs. She could tell he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her, more than anything he wanted it. But again he'd held back. He solemnly limped into his room and collapsed on the bed, he left the door half open.

Lara's oldest daughter stepped out from another room; she'd seen the whole exchange between Lara and John. "Mom, are you and Mr. John, well I don't mean are you two like you and dad used to be?"

Lara gave Jennifer a serious look. "John has turned out to be much more nice than I originally thought. I think he genuinely cares about us."

(Jennifer) "Really? What about on the ship leaving the island, did he harm you then... I don't know what was going on?"

(Lara) "He was under the control of drugs that stole his ability to think or control himself. He was very aggressive, and what happened at our real home wasn't the soldiers’ fault. It was the doctor's fault for creating screwed up drugs."

(Jennifer) "You mean the Jew?"

(Lara) "Exactly."

(Jennifer) "And the soldiers like John... They protect people from the Jews? Is that how it works?"

(Lara) "That’s right, sweetie. Did you know that Jews would do to you what the Mississippian soldiers did to me? It doesn't matter if you're 5 years old, 10 years old, or 20 years old."

Jennifer was visibly shocked and disturbed by that, "You mean, they don't care who they hurt? But then who will stop them? Won't anybody stop them?”

(Jennifer) "Will the soldiers stop the Jews?"

(Lara) "That’s their job, they protect people like us from people who would do these things."

(Jennifer) "So John will protect us then?"

(Lara) "He has promised us that he will."

Jennifer said with a tone of confidence, "I believe him!"

Lara had been using cocaine while John was gone, and she didn't it, but one of the times, Jennifer had seen her do it.

(Jennifer) "Mom, why does Mr. John keep bags of sugar in his room? And why do you sniff it into your nose?"

(Lara) "It tastes and smells good. But it is for grown ups only. You see, it only works for grown ups because they are much bigger than kids."

(Jennifer) "So I can't have any?"

(Lara) "You can have some when you're a few years older."

(Jennifer) "Okay."

(Jennifer) "Is John going to raise us like dad used to? I mean, do we consider him dad now?"

(Lara) "Well, John is a different person with a different personality. He's the closest thing to a dad you will have right now."

(Jennifer) "Remember that day when I saw you and dad in bed, and you said you were doing what all moms and dad do.... Are you and John going to be like that?"

Lara was not eager to answer these sorts of questions and was looking for a way out.

Robert spoke up and said, "Jennifer, would you like to see an NBC suit? You can wear one and look like a Martian!"

She jumped at the idea and Robert, a servant, and Jennifer went off to get an NBC suit. Robert gave Lara the thumbs up as he was walking away.

Lara hadn't realized how much time had gone by, John had been upstairs sleeping for over five hours, plus the three he'd been downstairs... He usually didn't sleep so long. She hoped he was okay and his leg would get better. She wondered if she should go upstairs and check on him.

Lara thought about checking on John, but decided against it. John looked quite exhausted, and he needed all the energy he can get to help his wounded leg. Lara believed that the more rest John got, the sooner and quicker his leg would heal up.

A servant came up to Lara and said, "Master Lara, Master John wishes an audience with you."

(Lara) "Lead the way."

The servant led her to John's main room and then pushed open the door and turned to leave.

John was sitting in bed looking at a photo album; most of the pictures were of his son.

John set the album down and said, "Ah Lara, come in please."

He seemed much better, well rested, and he looked better to. Except for the wound on his leg, he was in perfect shape.

(John) "How are your children doing?"

(Lara) "They are doing pretty good. They seem to be adjusting to life in the manor nicely."

(John) "And how are you doing? Are you adjusting?"

(Lara) "Again, honestly, when you grabbed me off that Sharina transport, I expected the worst. I thought you were a monster. But as the drugs wore off, and you showed me your true nature, I felt more and more comfortable with you. Like I told you before you went on your mission, I realize that you're an actual gentleman, and nothing like the monster during the Hataria Mammalian invasion. 2 months does make a big difference."

(Lara) "If I was told that you were a gentleman 2 months ago, I would have laughed and called the person insane."

(John) "And now what are your thoughts of me?"

(John) "I can't conceal my thoughts about you Lara... Not any longer... I have strong feelings for you. I think you've probably known this for a while now, yes?"

(Lara) "Yes, I had noticed your feelings towards me. I do consider yourself as a gentleman, and a decent man. I grant you my full forgiveness, after your decisive victory over the traitor doctors."

John smiled and looked happier than she'd ever seen him, "That means more to me than you might imagine. Thank you Lara."

(Lara) "You’re welcome. I'm actually glad it was you who grabbed us, rather than a soldier or another officer."

(John) "So what now Lara?"

Lara wanted cocaine right about then, and figured it wouldn't hurt to have some.

(Lara) "I have two requests. First, I'd like to attend the trial tomorrow. Second, I'd like to have some of that 'medicine' in a sort of impromptu celebration."

(John) "I'd prefer you not have any right now, could it wait a while?"

She wondered why he wanted her to wait.

(Lara) "Why is that?"

(John) "Well cocaine has some undesirable side effects and it might interfere with something I was hoping for... But it's probably an outside chance anyway that what I'm hoping for will happen. So you can have some if you really want..."

She was curious what side effects he was talking about.

(Lara) "What side effects?"

John hesitated for a minute and then said, "It's been known to lower sex drive..." he looked embarrassed as he said it and then quickly said, "But that won't matter for you, right? Because you don't want to... Anyway, do you? Sorry, I just interpret messages the wrong way..."

(Lara) "Well, that still is an awkward issue. I know you have my best interests at heart, but I still need a little more time to get used to you before I can engage in anything as serious as sex."

(John) "Okay, I'm sorry if I made you feel awkward. Perhaps we should just forget about this conversation then?"

He handed her a snuffbox filled with cocaine and then said, "There you are, enjoy."

(Lara) "John, I am willing to have sex with you, but just not now. Perhaps in a few days, or a week at most."

John smiled; he was clearly thrilled, almost in disbelief, "Really? You're serious? Don't just say that to try to please me, you don't have to do anything to don't want to."

(Lara) "Honestly, I just feel I need a little more time to come to terms with it all."

(John) "Okay... Fair enough. When you are ready, I will be waiting for you."

John yawned and she realized just how tired he probably was from the recent operations in the Parthian Egyptian city of Cairo.

Before she could say anything, she realized he drifted into unconsciousness, as he was exhausted... He'd have been too tired to have sex anyway, at least today.

She saw he wasn't covered up and seemed to be shivering in his sleep.

Lara looked around for a comfortable blanket, and couldn't find any. She called for a servant to get a blanket, and once the servant arrived, Lara took the blanket and dismissed the servant. Lara went back inside John's room and spread the blanket over John, and tucked him in.

She left the room and went downstairs; the doctor had been brought back into the mansion, still in restraints, sitting in a large armchair. Also the body of John's son had finally been recovered from rural southern Egypt and removed from the wreckage of the armored vehicle. It had taken over four days to cut into the tank to get his body out after it took over a week to find the tank... His body had been wrapped in a death shroud and laid out on the couch. She looked at his face; he was handsome, beautiful, even in death... Truly the son of John Tallmadge.

The doctor saw her look at the body, he chuckled, "Yes, a dead goy boy, what a sight!"

(Lara) "Silence! Shall I call the guard to show you the proper respect? Or shall I teach you proper respect?"

(Doctor) (Chuckling) "You'll get yours someday... Nothing you do to me can alter the fact that his son is dead. And I happen to know he is the last of the Tallmadges! His line is over! My line shall continue after my death! His line ends, and hopefully very soon. Maybe they can bury father and son at the same time... I can always hope!"

Lara just gave the doctor a smile. "Not if I can help it."

(Doctor) (In a disgusting tone) "Oh, so you're going to mate and make a new goy boy... How touching. Mate with the man who took you from your homeland against your will."

(Lara) "He has made up for that in many ways."

(Doctor) "Such as?"

(Lara) "He has saved my son from drowning, provided shelter for me and my children, and most of all, he hasn't forced himself on me at all."

(Doctor) "Ah, he saved a goy boy who was your son, but he couldn't keep his own son from dying! Arabs are just dogs, but they're good for killing Christians!"

Lara shook her head. "He wasn't physically near his own son, so he couldn't do anything. But if he was, he would have saved his own son."

(Doctor) (Sarcastic) "Yes, I'm sure..."

(Doctor) "Can't you just leave me alone, I'm probably going to be dead tomorrow, they'll likely shoot me... But it's better than how that son of his probably died, dying from smoke inhalation inside a burning tank... The tanks have good fire control systems but the smoke will get you!”

(Doctor) "Well I hope the goys are good shots and can get it done with one volley."

(Lara) "At least I will sleep easy knowing that you and your existence shall trouble us no more after tomorrow."

(Doctor) "It matters not what happens to me. Another will always be standing ready to take my place. You can't defeat us because we are an idea, as long as the idea lives, so do we."

(Doctor) "Now if you don't mind, get out of here and leave me be!"

Lara laughs at the doctor. "You are not in a position to command, much less boss anyone around. I'm glad to see that it galls you that a Gentile woman has more authority and control over you than you do."

The doctor was in shock, not knowing what to say; he knew she was right... "Get away from me! You have no control over me!" he shouted in a thinly disguised attempt to sound tough when really his fear was starting to show

(Lara) "Get away? This is John Tallmadge's manor, not yours. I am going to sit right here, and there is nothing you can do about it."

Lara gave the doctor a predatory smile.

The doctor was shocked, he had no idea what to do, "You're just... You know you can never be better than me, you goy swine!"

(Lara) "You are the one sitting in that chair under restraint. I am the free person sitting right here. I am in the better situation."

(Doctor) "Yes, but you will get yours!" His demeanor turned homicidally angry and he started to thrash at his restraints, screaming, "Moloch will destroy you!"

Lara shook her head and laughed once again.

(Lara) "Where is your dear Moloch right now? He doesn't give a crap about you, or your people."

(Doctor) "I'm tired, go away, and let me sleep..."

(Lara) "Sleep? You do not need it, for tomorrow you will be gone."

(Doctor) "Well then let me relax for tonight, what difference does it make to you."

(Lara) "I can deprive you of relaxation, and I am fully capable of doing so. Nothing you can do can or will change that."

(Doctor) "Well you need to sleep as well."

(Lara) "Not tonight. I shall make an exception."

The doctor just shrugged and closed his eyes, starting to drift to sleep.

Lara made a quiet call for Robert.

Robert walked up to her and said, "Yes ma'am?"

Lara whispered to Robert. "I would like a taser or a cattle prod to use on the good doctor here."

He pulled a taser out of a pouch of his uniform and handed it to her.

(Lara) "Thank you."

Robert nodded and whispered, "Enjoy."

Lara stood up from her chair, and walked towards the doctor, holding Robert's taser. Lara began charging up the taser, and jammed it just below the doctor's rib cage.

He jerked awaked and screamed in pain, "Stop! No, please!"

(Lara) "Witness the power a 'goy whore' holds over you."

He was practically crying now, "Please stop..."

(Lara) "I can deprive you of sleep and relaxation as I please."

(Doctor) "Yes, but that would be wrong and cruel... Wouldn't it?"

Lara pounced on the Doctor's remark like a jungle panther stalking its prey.

(Lara) "Wrong and cruel? My people have suffered great wrongs and cruelty all because of you. Christian and Jew alike. You deserve similar cruelty."

(Doctor) "Then you become me by becoming cruel, you become what you hate."

(Lara) "That may be true, but payback tastes sweet."

(Lara) "And you proclaim that you are supportive of the Jewish people and race. Your drugs has done the opposite. I knew several Jewish people in my hometown who were gunned down by Mississippian soldiers."

(Doctor) "If a few jews must be sacrificed to make whites look bad and for us to gain world sympathy, I am willing to see that happen."

(Lara) "Speak for yourself. In doing so, you damn yourself in the eyes of God."

He got tired of talking to her and just sat there, saying nothing.

She spent the next few hours torturing him with the taser, before morning finally came and John cam downstairs.

(John) "Lara, did you sleep at all?"

Lara shook her head. "I had some quite interesting 'discussions' with the good doctor here."

John smiled at her, "I wonder what you talked about..."

(John) "Well we must be going, the trials start soon."

The guards hauled the doctor out and tossed him into a helicopter with the other doctors to be tried. The trial was held in Marsa Matruh's Main Justice Center. It went just as John thought it would, the doctor told the whole truth and in exchange, he was sentenced to a quick death.

They were taking the doctors out to the firing range to shoot them. John asked Lara, "You want to come watch, yes?"

Lara nods. "I kind of wish they suffered a painful death."

John smiled and said, "Well since he's held up his end of the agreement, we've gotten what we want from him... We could just let him hang... Tell him we're sorry but goy's are too stupid to work guns. What do you think?"

(Lara) "Now that'd be quite an irony, no?"

John smiled, "Shall I tell the executioners to ready some rope then?"

(Lara) "Certainly. I would like to personally execute the doctor who was at our manor. I'd like to show him once and for all that a 'goy whore', in his exact words, has the power of life and death over him. Or would this be too much to ask?"

(John) "You mean you want to string him up yourself and knock the barrel from under his feet?"

(Lara) "And have him look into my eyes as his world fades into non-existence."

John nodded, "Okay, that can be arranged." He walked out towards the firing range and shouted, "Change of plans, get some nooses." The doctor heard this, and started to scream. "We had a deal! No! No!"

They dragged him towards a tall tree with a sturdy branch and threw a rope over it, they made him stand on a barrel. John handed the noose end to Lara and told her, "You can put this around his neck, make sure the knot goes in line with the left ear or he'll take much longer to die."

The doctor hissed at Lara, "You did this, you vile goy bitch! One day, you'll pay. I will be avenged!"

Lara smirked at the doctor. "Like I said yesterday, a 'goy whore' has more power and strength than you or any of your followers will ever have."

The doctor started to cry and beg for mercy, "Please, not hanging, not hanging..."

(Lara) "You gave no mercy to the millions of innocent men, women, and children. Hanging you is much more merciful than you deserve."

(Doctor) "At least make it quick."

(Lara) "Quick? That is more than you deserve."

One of the soldiers standing nearby said, "Ma'am, should we smear tar on him? It's usually customary to set someone ablaze when they're near death, so they go out in a bang."

(Lara) "A slow and burning hanging? Sounds like a good farewell to the evils that this doctor has committed."

The soldiers smeared tar on the doctor and then Lara pulled the noose around his neck, purposely leaving the knot so it's hang him slowly. She stepped back and readied to kick the barrel.

The doctor suddenly gained defiance and managed to shout, "Death to the goyim!"

He looked at Tallmadge and said, "Your line ends with you, dumb goy!"

John looked at Lara and made a kicking motion with his foot as he said, "I'm tired of hearing that guy, would you mind?"

(Lara) "It is time. Us goys will always have more strength and virtue than any of your people. Enjoy your stay in Hell."

Lara deftly kicked the barrel to cut off any retort the doctor had in mind.

The doctor managed to spit at her as he swung forward.

Lara kept staring at the doctor as his life force began draining into nothingness.

He swung around, dangling on the rope, after about twenty-five minutes a prison doctor said "he's nearly dead."

The soldiers told Lara and John to step back.

One of them threw a torch at the doctor and the flames rushed upwards, burning the rope quickly, but he was dead by the time the rope burnt to pieces and broke.

One of the others, the white Christian who been bribed, was being taken to hang, he shouted, "I wanted out, but after they killed the other man who wanted out, I was afraid... Please have mercy, I never wanted people to get hurt, I didn't ever suspect this would happen... I just thought we'd make money, mercy, please, mercy."

John looked at Lara, "It's your call."

(Lara) "He at least tries to apologize. He deserves a merciful death."

The soldiers lined him up against a tree and took aim, then in a sudden volley six men fired their rifles at his chest and head. He died instantly. Right before they fired he shouted, "God have mercy on my soul!"

His body fell down next to the tree. The others were brought out and hanged from the tree. When it was all over, Lara and John went back to the manor.

John was sighing, deep in thought, he was thinking about what the jew said, "Your line ends with you!" Lara knew something was bothering him.

(Lara) "I feel a sense of closure to my ordeal I've been through. I appreciate your support with this, and it only proves that you are a true gentleman."

(Lara) "I noticed something is bothering you. What is it?"

(John) (Sighing) "The jew, he said my line ends now... Well my son is dead, so he is basically right... It's the sad truth."

(Lara) "That doesn't necessarily have to be true."

(John) "What do you mean?"

John seemed to have a sudden realization, "Lara, are you saying you're wanting to have my children?"

(Lara) "Remember what I told you yesterday? When I'm truly settled in and come to terms with living here, then I'm open to developing our relationship further."

John smiled and said, "Just tell me when the time comes."

(John) "Well I'm going to get off my leg for a while, it's starting to bother me, I'm going upstairs to read for a while. I'll be down for dinner though."

(Lara) "I need a nap myself. I haven't slept since yesterday, with me having my 'discussions' with the late doctor and all."

(John) "Well I'll see you at dinner then. Enjoy your nap."

It was about 5 pm, dinner would probably be at 10-11 pm. It'd be later than usual due to the circumstances of the day.

John started to walk up the stairs towards his room.

(Lara) "Sleep well, John."

John nodded and said, "Thank you... You too, Lara."

He finished walking up the stairs and went to his room. He fell fast asleep, thinking about the excitement of the day. Though the thoughts most prevalent in his mind were those of Lara.

Lara glided down the hallway towards her bedroom, and then took a quick shower. She dried herself off, and then slipped in comfortable pajamas. She slid into her bed and began dozing off, with thoughts about John's benevolence.

WRITE MORE NOW

I'd rather you stayed here and finished this then go to law school :p

WRITE MORE NOW

I'd rather you stayed here and finished this then go to law school :p


I'll get around to RPing more when I find the time. I seem to have some openings here and there.

Communist Mississippi, you don't seem to like anyone not even your own soldiers.

Okay CM. I eagerly await your next installment. Any possibility of fitting me in? I still remember our first RP. Talk on YIM/MSN when you get on.

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Bump, the next post here will be an RP post, not another lame bump. Fear not!

John woke up in the morning, feeling much happier, it was early, about six, he was wondering what Lara was doing...

Lara woke up in her room about an hour after John was up... John was staying in his room though, reading a book in bed.

Lara felt quite relaxed, after sleeping at peace for the first time in several months. Everything was going well for her. She got the justice for the atrocities committed against her, and John became a true gentleman. However, one thought began worming its way into her mind.

Lara began to think about her family, friends, and her hometown. She wondered how much it had changed over the past several months, and she also wondered how different her homeland would be after all the strife and warfare.

John finally decided to get out of bed and go see if Lara was up.

He slowly walked towards her room, he noticed the door was cracked open, he looked in and saw her sitting on her bed... He gently tapped on the door, "May I come in, Lara?"

(Lara) "You can come in, John."

John pushed the door open, walked in, and then closed it behind him.

(John) "How are you this morning, Lara?"

Lara seemed slightly distracted as she replied. "I'm feeling better now that justice has been served, and everything seems to be going well."

(John) "Is something on your mind?"

(Lara) "Actually, yes. I've been thinking about my family, friends, and my homeland."

(John) "We can go there if you want... I can help them move here if they want to move, I can help them in any regards..."

(Lara) "The thing is, last I heard before you took me from the transport, most of my family and friends were headed to Sharina to live there as refugees. I'm not sure how Sharina would react if my families and friends were to move here. Sharina most likely doesn't have a favorable opinion of CM, after what happened in my homeland, and what happened on the transport."

(John) "Well you can set them straight, right?

(Lara) "It would take some bit of convincing for both my family / friends, and the Sharina nation to understand CM as I have done."

John sat down on the edge of her bed and smiled at her, "Well I think you'll do a fine job convincing them... I'll be there to help you, if you want me to be."

(Lara) "Thank you. I think many nations have lost their respect for CM because of the Jewish doctor and his sabotage. Perhaps if we could convince Sharina, with its respected humanitarian opinion and services, then it would help CM regain some of the respect it lost."

John smiled and looked at her, "Yes, but I am more concerned that you like and respect me..."

(Lara) "I do respect you a lot more than when we first met. Its just that I'm thinking of my families and friends."

Lara looked at John solemnly. "They would need some convincing and proof of not just your, but CM's good nature and intentions. Just like you have convinced me."

(John) "Well how do you suggest we show them the truth?"

(Lara) "Well, right now, they probably consider me and my kids as slaves, or even worse, dead.”

(John) "Well do you consider yourself a slave? Have I made you do anything against your will? Have I harmed you or your children? Just tell them the truth..."

(Lara) "I think one way is to find them, and then talk to them in person. Also, last I heard, William Fabus and Katarina were getting married. Several nations has sent delegates. Sharina is supposedly one of them."

(John) "Yes, they are... That is good that Sharina is sending delegates... What say I arrange for you to speak on the CM White People's Radio and Television Network about your experiences with CM?"

(Lara) "That's actually a good idea. Maybe that would be the first step to open people eyes and ears about the whole HM affair and CM's true identity."

(John) "So where does this leave us then? I mean, you know, you and I and..."

(John) "What we talked about earlier..."

(Lara) "Don't worry about it. I still do want to develop our relationship, and I consider you a true gentleman."

John smiled at her, "I could kiss you for saying such a nice thing about me..."

She could tell John was quite eager to kiss her, but he was still indecisive in being able to take the initiative. It'd be up to her if anything happened.

(Lara) "What are you waiting for?"

(John) "What do you mean? Waiting for what?"

(Lara) "You don't have to hold back with the kiss."

He leaned in and kissed her, taking her in his arms... He whispered to her, "Lara, you know how I feel about you, yes?"

(Lara) "Yes, I do."

(John) "Then you know how badly I want you, yes? I'm not good at hiding my emotions..."

(Lara) "I could tell. I'd prefer to take things one step at a time, so we can really get to know each other. If we rush, we won't be able to truly appreciate and savor our intimacy."

John leaned back from kissing her and said, "Okay, well whenever you are ready, just tell me."

(Lara) "You can kiss me anytime you want, and by the time we do have sex, it will be far more meaningful and savory than if we did it right away."

He smiled at her as he kissed her and then said, "I think you're on to something there."

Lara smiled back towards John. "Shall we have breakfast?"

John nodded, "Yes, if you'd like to... I'm going to jog around the gym track for a while, and work up an appetite, perhaps you'd like to join me?"

(Lara) "I could use the exercise."

(John) "Shall we go then?"

(Lara) "After you."

(John) (Smiling) "Perhaps I could carry you to the gym, it would hardly be good for you to tire yourself out before we get there?"

(Lara) "Sure."

He picked her up gently in his arms and then kissed her before saying, "Well let's get moving to the gym then shall we." He started to walk towards the gym, the TV in the living room he was carrying her through was on... It was a clipping of an officer in the CM Foreign Legion being executed by muslims in Western Sahara... John stopped dead in his tracks, "My God, that's the heir to the CM throne, Roger Fabus! They shot Roger Fabus!"

(Lara) "This is terrible. CM is losing its sons. Your son, and now the Premier's son."

(John) (Muttering) "Yes, well he is the Czar now... But we don't for sure if Roger is dead, it looks bad though... I have to make some calls..." (He set her gently down in a chair) "I'm sorry, but that jog will have to wait, you understand, right?"

(Lara) "Understandable. I hope Roger is still alive."

He kissed her and said, "I'm glad you understand, thanks... I'll tell the Czar your prayers are with him... You can come with me if you want." He ran off down the hall towards his private office room.

Lara followed on John's heels towards his office. She believed that if she gave support to John and the Czar, then perhaps she'll be able to see her family again.

John picked up the phone and dialed the Czar's main estate.

Lara could hear what both men were saying.

(John) "Hello Czar, my sympathies about what happened with Roger. But I heard he was found and evacuated. My prayers are with you and him in this trying time. As are the prayers of a lady here named Lara... She is from HM."

(Czar) "Hatarian Mammalia? Sounds interesting... Thank you for your kind words... Why don't you put her on the phone for a minute."

John handed her the phone and said softly, "He wants to speak with you, remember he is a czar, address him properly, he prefers the title, "Your most exalted Whiteness."

Lara nodded acknowledgement at John.

Lara began talking into the phone with a slight sense of awe and trepidation. "Your most exalted Whiteness, this is Lara. I'm from Hataria Mammalia, and John has taken excellent care of me over the past few months."

(Czar) "Ah, the title whiteness, it reminds me of Roger, well he is still alive, I hope he makes it... But I'd prefer just Czar from now on, Whiteness was always his title first and foremost. How are you doing?"

(Lara) "I'm doing pretty well. I had no idea that the people of CM were honorable and honest people. It didn't seem that way during the invasion of my homeland. However, spending time with John Tallmadge, and his aid in helping to bring those rogue doctors to justice, he has proven to me that the CM people are honorable and sincere."

(Czar) "I'm glad to hear it... Well I'm a bit too concerned with my son Roger's current status to give this conversation the attention it deserves... You and John are welcome to come to my estate here and stay as guests for a while if you'd like. It's up to you all."

(Lara) "Thank you. I truly hope your son will recover, and my prayers go out to keep him safe."

(Czar) "Thank you, and I'm glad you like our nation and people. I have to be going now, there is a satellite link so I can see the operating room my son is currently in at Stahlecker City Western Sahara." He hung up the phone.

Lara smiled as she put down the phone. "John, the Czar sounds like quite a reasonable man."

John smiled and said, "What did he say that got you to see that?"

(Lara) "He offered the chance for us to stay at his manor for as long as we like."

(John) "He has almost one hundred manors... Do you mean his main one, Stalingrad? The one he stays in always?" John was nearly shocked.

(Lara) "Yes. He seemed rather friendly and appears to be looking forward to meeting us, once his son Roger is back on his feet and is taken care of."

John smiled and then asked, "What about the children? Will they come along as well?" Lara noticed it was the first time he'd said, "The children" rather than "your children", implying he considered them an integral part of the estate life now.

(Lara) "I'm not sure. But I think it would be nice for them to meet up with the leader of the CM himself. It would really help them realize that CM isn't a bad nation."

(John) "A great idea!"

John leaned in and kissed her, then softly said, "I think the children are taking a liking to living here."

Right about when he said that, Lara heard her son David coming towards the private study room, running fast.

He was somewhat hyperactive, but John didn't mind letting him run wild around the mansion, he'd even broken a few vases, but to John such things were just chump change.

He stopped outside the private study room and when he saw the door was open he walked in. He was wearing a robe and a hood far too large for him, made for an adult... He said, "Look mommy, Mr. John had this ghost costume in a closet in a spare room."

John nodded and said, "Yes... Ghost..."

(Lara) "Nice costume, sweetie."

David held out the sleeve, "What is this patch for mommy?" It was a patch with the WKM insignia on it.

(Lara) "You should ask John. He knows a lot more about it than I do."

John whispered to Lara, "Should I tell him?"

Lara leaned over to John and spoke in a soft voice. "Yes, he will have to learn sooner or later."

(John) "How about we all go to the rally tonight, that'll explain it all..."

(Lara) "Sounds like a plan."

John turned to David and said, "How would you like to go to a big outdoor event, like a picnic, only a lot more fun?"

(David) "A party? Sounds fun."

(John) "It will be fun... We can even get you a costume the right size for you, and you can join the club, and attend the parties regularly... If your mother agrees, that is..." (he turned to Lara and gave her the "Well, what is your answer?" look)

(Lara) "Yes. Better to learn it now, rather than later."

David jumped up and said, "Really, I can join John's club?"

John smiled and said, "It's not my club, I'm just a member, one of many... Well I'm an officer in the club."

(David) "What rank would I be?"

(John) "You have to start off as the base rank and work your way up... Maybe someday you could be as high as myself, or maybe even Bertrand Navarre..."

(John) "You'd technically be in the youth auxiliary corps until you're 18..."

(John) "David, have you ever been in the boy scouts?"

(David) "I was going to be in the Hatarian Mammalian Boy Scouts next year."

(John) "Well this youth group is much better, they're much better than any boy scouts. They do many of the same things, but in better ways, and they do more things. You'll learn military survival skills, religion, and political ideology... You could be a politician or an army officer one day."

(John) "Well David, why don't you go get ready, besides your mother and I want to talk in private for a while."

(David) "Okay, Mr. John!"

David ran off to his room, to get ready for the party that evening.

John took Lara in his arms and kissed her, and then he whispered to her, "You have such wonderful children, you must be very proud, yes?"

(Lara) "I am always proud of my children, no matter what."

(John) "Do you want to join?"

(Lara) "I can and will decide when I go to the party tonight."

John smiled and then said, "Well I'm going to get ready."

He walked off to go get ready. Lara was left in the room and the phone rang.

The phone continued to ring.

Lara quickly made her way to pick up the phone, and answered it.

(Lara) "Hello?"

(Man) "Hello, is John there... This is just a friend, calling to remind him about the gathering tonight..."

(Lara) "This is Lara. John is getting ready for the gathering."

(Man) "Also I have John on the list still for the charity drive, remind him to get the check to us before next week, okay? He's pledged 500 million dollars for numerous public benefit projects, libraries, and additions to schools and hospitals... He's a very generous man... The WKM here in Mississippian Egypt has thus far raised over 10 billion dollars for charity, and John Tallmadge has helped raised personally about 2 billion of it, calling in favors and such."


(Lara) "I will tell John that."

(Man) "Thank you."

They both hung up.

John came walking by the room a few minutes later, wearing a silk bathrobe, he'd just finished showering, "Did the phone ring a while ago?"

(Lara) "Yes. A man wanted to talk to you about the gathering tonight, and he also said something about you being on the list for the charity drive and that you need to give a check before next week."

John chuckled, "Ah yes, the charity, I had almost forgotten, thank you for reminding me... I donate some money every now an then... Nothing too serious though."

He was far too modest.

(Lara) "That's admirable. By the way, should I go get changed?"

(John) "If you want to, sure..."

She went to get changed, they sat around for a while, a few hours later, John called them all downstairs and they got into one of his limousines. After a short twenty minute ride, they were on an estate about half the size of John's, there were at least twenty thousand people gathered around, all of them were wearing robes and hoods. Two guards at the gate wearing black robes waved them through.

John smiled and said to Lara, "Shall we go mingle then?"

John got out and put on a green robe and hood, the place fell silent immediately, then everybody shouted, "Hello Johnny boy!" (His nickname)

It was a sort of informal gathering, so that is why they didn't address him by his rank.

One of the men came up and greeted John and said, "Who is this lovely lady with you? Did you go and get yourself married John?"

John hugged Lara and said, "No, we're not married..." From the way he said it, Lara gathered he was implying, "Yet", meaning he planned on asking her someday in the future.

The man extended his hand to shake with Lara, "I'm Simon Rutledge from the commonwealth senate, perhaps you've heard of me? And you are?"

(Lara) "My name is Lara, and I'm pretty new to CM lands, having lived at John's manor for the past few months."

(Rutledge) "Well that is great... Are you enjoying it here in Mississippian Egypt?"

(Lara) "It is a pleasant place. I toured the nearby city, and saw the statue of Fabus."

(Rutledge) "Might I ask how you two met?"

(Lara) "John and some of his special forces boarded the Sharina transport I was on. I decided to go with John to prevent additional casualties."

Rutledge smiled and nodded, privately he didn't believe the explanation, but he wasn't in the mood for a debate.

John had seen another friend and walked off to talk with him.

Rutledge said, "Well it's been nice meeting you... Can I ask, are you and John, you know, planning on getting married?"

(Lara) "Not right now. Maybe in the future."

(Rutledge) "Well it is nice that John has finally found a nice woman again... His wife tragically died in accident a while ago...And then with the awful news of his son being killed, such tragedy has befallen the Tallmadge family... John is the last Tallmadge left, you know that?"

(Lara) "I was there when John heard about his son."

(Rutledge) "Well I am glad you were there to comfort him... John and I are decent friends... He was a good friend to the old governor-general Rechberg, but he was assassinated a few years ago while visiting Libya, it was before the split into Arabian and Mississippian Libya, but still under colonial rules. Arabs were allowed in Tripoli, a mob killed the governor... Ghastly stuff..."

(Lara) "I'm sorry to hear about that. I wonder why Mississippi allows the Arabs to be an independent state in Libya?"

(Rutledge) "That was old colonial settlements. We gave 10% of Libya to the Arabs and moved them all onto it, that was after the governor was killed."

John came back and said, "Well Simon, excuse Lara and I, we're going to meet some other folks." The two men gave each other a special handshake and then parted and walked off to mingle.

Lara and John spent the next few hours mingling and seeing who was all there, getting to meet with interesting people... Most of the people were in the armed forces or were high government officials. There were a number of people who were lower class workers though. A man in a purple robe stepped forward onto the podium to talk, it was Bertrand Navarre himself.

Lara whispered to John. "Pardon me, I don't know much about Bertrand Navarre."

(John) "He's an old childhood friend of Curtis Fabus, they went to school together, and when Fabus started his political movement at age 16, Navarre joined immediately. When Curtis was forced to join a parachute unit by the leftist government in 1980, Navarre joined up to keep an eye on Fabus, he ended up saving his life in 1983 in Cambodia. Navarre is now a Field Marshal and the Imperial Wizard, the top guy of the WKM. He is a family man, and is very nice."

Navarre started to speak, "Friends I am going to get right to the point tonight... I have no jokes for you, as this is a serious matter. I know some of you are members of the Society of Eugenicists. This vile group has ideals that are not compatible with ours. I am asking to make a choice now, us or them. We cannot and most certainly will not endorse a group such as the SOE that supported forced migration of people from nations such as HM for forced breeding programs. Slavery is abhorrent and evil, and we must oppose it."

The crowd started chanting, "WKM! WKM! DOWN WITH THE SOE!"

Navarre went on for the next thirty minutes to speak about various matters, he then said, "It has come to our attention a small boy in Alexandria needs a rare blood type, two of the people here tonight have that type. We are asking you both to donate a unit or so, he is going to be in surgery and they need the blood ready in the event something goes wrong. The two men stepped forward and a medic took the blood out of them. The others all cheered them on.

Navarre then said, "It has come to my attention that a number of white refugees from the Angolan collapse over three years ago are still homeless.. Almost 200,000... We ARE going to help these people. I want you all to put something in the hood we're passing around, we're also going to start helping building these people houses."

Tallmadge stepped forward and shouted, "I have 10,000 acres of land in central Egypt, I don't use it anymore... You can build some houses there!" The others cheered.

They spent the next hour reading from the bible, everybody bowed his head to pray.

When the praying was done, people took a short recess to mingle some more. John asked Lara how she liked it thus far.

(John) "Do you like it Lara?"

(Lara) "These people actually help others. I find that quite admirable. Building houses for the homeless, setting up charity, etc. If only Sharina or Hataria Mammalia could see and hear you people do all these things."

(Lara) "I feel that I'd enjoy being a member of this organization."

John smiled and said, "Great, I can sponsor you for membership."

Navarre called out, "Let's all give a round of applause for Grand Dragon John Tallmadge, the man who not only raised, but personally donated the most money to the recent charity drive..."

John waved to the crowd as they cheered.

(Navarre) "Come on up here John, bring your lady friend too. Come on, both of you." He beckoned for them to step onto the podium.

Lara followed John onto the podium with a sense of excitement.

Navarre held a microphone towards Lara, "What is your name ma'am?"

A man in a black robe with a radio came running out and shouted through a bullhorn, "The Jews were celebrating when they heard Roger was presumed dead!"

A flurry of rage ran through the crowd, people started shouting, "Damn jews!", "Haven't they done enough damage!", one of them shouted, "First HM, now this!"

Navarre said to Lara, "Well ma'am, tell us your name, don't be shy..."

The crowd calmed back down to listen to her.

(Lara) "My name is Lara and I'm from Hataria Mammalia."

(Navarre) "So you know firsthand what Jewish betrayal can cause, yes?"

(Lara) "I know it too well. However, John Tallmadge himself has helped me gain justice this past week against the Jewish doctors who caused the combat drugs to be altered. I bless John for his support through this."

(Navarre) "So Lara, are you a member of the WKM yet?"

(Lara) "I came to this gathering to learn about the WKM, and so far I really like what I've seen. I would be honored to join as a member."

(Navarre) "Well then we'll have to start your application process." The crowd cheered.

(Lara) "Thank you. What shall I do?"

Navarre handed to the microphone to Tallmadge and then whispered to Lara, "John will help you out, talk to him later."

Navarre nudged John to speak up, "Greetings everybody... I am pleased to report we have raised over 10 billion dollars!"

They all cheered and started clapping.

John and Lara stepped down off the podium and about 1/2 dozen other speakers occupied the next hour. Topics varying from "The jewish threat against our people", "The Rising Tide of Color Against Mississippian World Supremacy" (the last one being a book by Simon Rutledge), "Being a better Christian", a sermon from Bishop Herman Von Felben, and a few other topics.

When it was all over, Lara could see a circle formed, a large circle, suddenly in the middle of the circle, flames shot up a cross that was easily over 150 feet tall.

Lara smiled at John and gave him a small kiss. "Thank you for tonight."

John smiled and kissed her back, "I'm glad you enjoyed it here... Let's go see how the servants are managing with the kids, then head on back the mansion."

After things settled down about thirty minutes later. Tallmadge asked Navarre for permission to leave early, he granted him the permission.

Tallmadge found the children, they were all doing well and enjoying talking and playing with the other kids there.

(Lara) "Looks like they had a lot of fun."

David was excited, "Mommy, did you see the big fire?"

(Lara) "Yes I did, sweetie."

(David) "Do we get to join then? Like the purple suit man said?"

(Lara) "Yes we can and will join."

David smiled. John called to Lara and the kids, "Come along now, let's head back to the manor, it's getting late, you kids need your sleep."

They all filed into the limousine, people enthusiastically waved bye to John and Lara.

Lara smiled and waved back to the people

About twenty minutes later they were back at the manor. Servants saw the children off to bed. John sat down on a couch in a central room and asked Lara, "What do you want to do now?"

(Lara) "I think it'd be nice if we could turn in for the night. Tomorrow, we can go over the application for me and David to join the WKM."

(John) "It's not even nine yet... You want to stay up for a while, and talk?"

Lara laughed. "I should get a watch, then." She then winked at John.

John leaned in and kissed her, holding her gently in his arms... Then for the first time, he said something she'd known but not heard him say, "I love you Lara, you probably already figured that out though..."

(Lara) "I've known that for a while. All your actions and support has shown me. The adage 'Actions speak louder than words' comes to mind."

He kissed her again and held her close to him, closing his eyes and smelling how enchanting she was.

John leaned back in his chair and then let out a cheerful yawn (what the hell that sounds like, I don't know) "What do you want to do now Lara? You need any medication now?"

(Lara) "I have done some research into the 'medication' and I found out about its side effects."

(John) "Such as?"

(Lara) "It can damage reproductive systems if taken often."

(John) "Hmmm... I didn't know that... Well then you should stop, yes? Or at least scale it back.. But don't worry, a doctor gave me all that I have and gave me specific instructions about how often to use it, and how much to take... I have chronic back pain and that is why I have so much, also it helps me relax. If you really want some, you can have a little every now and then, it's your choice. I just want you to be happy. It's your call."

(Lara) "Thank you. I think I should lay off the 'medicine' for a while, and see if my body will improve."

(John) "Is something wrong with your body right now? Are you okay?"

(Lara) "Not at all, John. I guess I said it the wrong way. I meant to say that I think I should stop using the 'medicine' for a while and see what happens."

John smiled, "Just making sure you're okay... If something is ever wrong, you don't feel quite right, tell me right away, and I'll get you the best doctors in the nation."

(Lara) "As I recall, someone once told me that the 'medicine' saps the sex drive."

(John) "Why would that matter, you don't plan on..." (It suddenly dawned on him, he smiled) "Oh... Oh, I see... Shall we go upstairs?"

(Lara) "Certainly."

John lifted her up and cradled her in his arms, then he kissed her. She took his officers cap that he had on and put it on.

He smiled and said, "You're a field marshal now... What are the orders, commander?"

Lara giggled as John called her a Field Marshal.

(Lara) "My order is to provide me with pleasure."

Lara then winked at John.

John smiled and started to walk up the stairs. David was wandering the halls, unable to sleep, he saw John carrying his mother, he called out, "Mommy are you okay? Why do you need to be carried?" John set Lara down and then said, "Oh don't worry David, your mother is quite well. Are you having trouble sleeping?" David nodded, John said, "Well then I'll tell you a story to bore you to sleep." He laughed as he said that, then David said, "Your stories are always so fun..." John whispered to Lara, "Don't fall asleep waiting for me, you can come too, it'll be a good story."

Lara really was elated at how nice John was with kids, not trying to send David off to bed promptly so he could go with her, willing to wait. John knew good things were worth waiting for, and he had a responsibility to help Lara with her children.

John and Lara led David back to one of the guest rooms he was staying in. Lara tucked David into bed and then John started to tell him a story from and old paratrooper operation in 1996 in Equatorial Guinea. After about fifteen minutes of action packed story telling, David was fast asleep.

John whispered to Lara, "Now where did we leave off." He picked her back up and slowly and quietly walked out of the room, towards his room. When he got there, he turned and shut the door, locking it... He gently set laid her down on his bed and then said, "Well Field Marshal, I am reporting for duty." He chuckled a little.

(Lara) "Very well, soldier. Do your duty!"

About an hour later, they were done. Lara was thoroughly exhausted; she hoped her screaming didn't wake anybody else up. The nearest other people were sleeping over twenty rooms down the hall and around the corner, but John got her moaning so loud she might just have waken some of them.

John was lying next to her; he looked at her, smiled and said just, "Wow, Lara..."

(Lara) "You're pretty good in bed yourself, John."

John grinned, kissed her, and then sat leaned back, "Pretty good, eh? I think your shouting would mean I'd rank a little higher than that..." She was amused at his smugness since he was a funny guy.

Lara chuckled a bit. "I've had quite the day today."

John kissed her again and then said, "You made not only my day, but perhaps the entire month, or even year..."

John fell asleep, exhausted from an hour of pleasuring Lara, he was simply physically tired and couldn't have stayed awake if he tried. Lara lay there, watching him sleep for a few minutes, he was so peaceful and at ease in sleep.

Lara smiled. She thought about how John had been patient and supportive with her forced "relocation". Her thoughts began to drift towards her family and friends as she fell asleep.

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bump (Next post won't be a lame bump, but rather an actual post, just be patient you all)

Bump: Sharina you on? We should work on this now, I got lots of time today, if you do... :D

bump, this here will also be active again soon.

Sharina, you ever get yahoo fixed, or msn installed?

What's happening? Drop me a line via TG or something.


We need to get this ball rolling again so other RPs can advance as well.

As soon as I get all my current time RPs updated and wrapped up, I'm going to advance rapidly on the NS clock into the next few years, so I can start RPs for where the characters are a few years down the road, etc. It'll be fun, and of yeah, you'll certainly be in the Tallmadge (Five, ten, fifteen years later, etc, whatever time quantity) RP

OOC:

Here's a run-down of what I can do.

If I can't get Yahoo fixed in the next few days, then we'll have to resort to TG's or something. I don't know how to use ICQ, and I can't get any MSN type of programs to work on my laptop. MSN messenger, MSN mail, etc. won't work. :(

I really want to continue working on this RP, and hopefully wrap it up.

TG me what you think can be done. :)

Sharina, what's happening? Please give me a full status report. Do you have AIM? I would be willing to try to use it. Did your yahoo get fixed? We can start working on this again as soon as you can fix yahoo or if you have AIM, I'm up for giving it a try.

Sharina, what's happening? Please give me a full status report. Do you have AIM? I would be willing to try to use it. Did your yahoo get fixed? We can start working on this again as soon as you can fix yahoo or if you have AIM, I'm up for giving it a try.

Greetings, DA.

I tried to get Yahoo to work, but it kept going bust. I think it has something to do with computer settings I might have changed or something.

However, I do have AIM. If you cannot get it to work, we can try TG'ing or something.

I want to continue this RP as much as you do.

It had been about a month since Lara and John became intimate, in that time a great deal had occurred throughout the Commonwealth. Western Sahara had seen the muslim insurgency stamped into the ground and then negotiations between the various rebel groups secured the fragile peace. Curtis Fabus resigned as Czar and Roger Fabus took over, Alice Carrion became Czarina Alice Fabus after Roger married her. Mississippian Egypt erupted with massive race riots across the territory, from Marsa Matruh, to Tanta, to Damiettia, to Alexandria; over 100 billion dollars in damages were caused.

Lara was sitting with John, watching the news of the riots in the nearby city of Marsa Matruh. She knew that John had just been named Governor-General of Mississippian Egypt a few days ago, and he'd been having to try to quell the riots.

(Lara) "A waste of life and resources."

John smiled, "Yes... But the arabs will be crushed... You're not suggesting we integrate, are you?"

(Lara) "People can be rehabilitated. They can be taught to see the errors of their ways, just like children are taught."

John shook his head, "No... No... No... We cannot rehabilitate people who have a genetic predisposition to commit crimes and such."

(Lara) "What of the Mississippian mothers and fathers who will lose their sons? Wives losing their husbands? Sisters losing their brothers?"

John frowned, "What do you mean? What will happen if we do nothing and let them riot out of control?”

Lara sighed. "We will probably lose men in fighting to suppress the rebellion. I simply have an aversion to warfare and destruction."

John smiled at her, "Well as governor-general, I am responsible for the safety of the citizens here... And you being a citizen are not safe with arabs running wild..."

Lara nodded. "I can understand why the arabs might rebel against Mississippian rule, with differences in religion and beliefs. However, what will be done about Arab children?"

John shrugged, "I have no idea, I'll let the Czar decide... He makes the policies and I carry them out. It's his call."

Lara took a sip of a nearby wine glass before continuing. "What if he ordered execution of 5 year old children? Or what if he orders things that go against common decency?"

John sighed, "I don't know... He wouldn't order that, he just wouldn't."

Lara nodded. "I was merely posing an hypothetical situation. It's in my nature to ask the right questions, and ones that need to be answered."

A nearby phone started to ring, John pressed a remote control and it went on speaker phone, it was the Czar, Roger Fabus.

(Roger) "Hello John, is this line secure?"

(John) "Yes..."

(Roger) "Do you remember a while back, my father ran an operation called Purification?"

John replied with a hesitant, "yes..."

Roger chuckled, "Well we're about to see the sequel, Total Purification... Do you know what this means?"

John reluctantly nodded while saying, "Yes sir, I do."

(Roger) "Very good, we'll have teams build the camps shortly... How many do you think we'll need?"

John pondered the question for a minute, "Well 30 million divided by 500,000 per camp, 60 camps, at least. What sort of conditions should they be?"

(Roger) "Who cares, just enough to keep them alive, nothing too fancy, but nothing sadistic either."

(John) "Okay then, is that all, Czar?"

(Roger) "Yes."

They both hung up, John turned to Lara, "Well there is your hypothetical situation made real."

(Lara) "He's going to have children killed?"

John shook his head, "No... He's going to put them in camps..."

(Lara) "What is your honest opinion?"

He sighed and breathed deep, "Lara... If you had the chance to kill a dangerous snake before it was very large and deadly, while it was still in the egg, would you do it? Keep in mind it's not dangerous yet, but you know it will be very soon, it will grow up to hate you and try to destroy you... What do you do?"

(Lara) "There is a large difference between a snake and a person. A person has conscious choice and they can be taught more than a snake ever can be. In addition, even dangerous dogs can be tamed, such as rottweiler becoming pets."

John tapped his fingers nervously on the table, "Well what do you want me to do? The boss has given me my orders..."

(Lara) "You should follow what your boss says, but did he say anything about the conditions or methods to go about creating or developing these camps?"

John shook his head, "No, but he's allocated 50 billion dollars for 60 camps to house 30 million people."

(John) "Less than 2,000 dollars per person per year."

(Lara) "How much water and food will be allocated?"

John shrugged his shoulders, "Last time there were camps, it was 2 quarts of water and 800 calories per day."

Lara cringed inwardly. "What about location?"

He sighed, "Probably the remote southwestern desert or the central deserts, there aren't many remote regions left since we irrigated most this land."

(Lara) "Perhaps we should devote extra resources towards the children camps. They should be put in the best tents and allocated the best water and food available for this project."

John chuckled, "The children will be in the camps with the adults, there are no separate camps...

(Lara) "Did the Czar specifically say to put the children with the adults?"

John nodded, "That is how the original Operation Purification went, the Czar said this will go just like the old one..."

(Lara) "Okay. What about separating the adults and children in each camp then?"

John shook his head, "We don't build separate camps for children, that's not how it works... The Czar tells us what to do, we handle it.." Secretly, John knew there was no point in building separate camps for children, anybody too young or too weak to work was "purified" within about two hours of arriving at the camp.

John was finally happy, he and Lara were doing well in their relationship, he'd been appointed governor-general, he didn't want to upset either his position or his relationship with Lara, the less she knew about the operation, the better.

Lara sighed, "There must be something we can do about the children. Perhaps provide them with 1000 calories and 3 quarts of water, and cut the rations for the adults to 700 calories and 1 1/2 quarts of water?"

John sighed, "The only people who get 1000 calories or more are those who work 16 hours or more per day."

Lara closed her eyes. "John, I won't hold this against you."

John hugged her, "Thank you... I could try to talk to the Czar, to get him to reconsider the idea, or perhaps just let the arabs leave the nation in peace, I could personally afford to give every arab property owner fair market value for their house... There are about 9 million arab adult males, about 8 million of them own a house valued at about 10,000 dollars... I could easily afford it..."

(Lara) "I understand. I think we should try to ask the Czar if we can do something about the kids. They could be brought up to believe in Mississippian ideals. After all the same thing was done to Hataria Mammalian children."

John signed, "Yes, but remember, the children from Hatarian Mammalia are white, the arab children are not."

John used the remote to dial the Czar on the speaker phone.

(Roger) "Hello. John, is that you? I recognized your number..."

(John) "Yes sir. About the upcoming operation plan you have."

(Roger) "What is wrong? Do you need more soldiers allocated? What is wrong?"

John sighed, "Sir... Please don't do it..."

Roger was surprised and showed it, "What? Are you suddenly an arab lover? If you feel sympathy for those people you should jump into the gas chambers with them!"

John started to speak but then stopped, "Sir... But.... Hmmm..."

Roger chuckled, "Well, I never thought we'd see ole Genocide Johnny afraid to carry out his orders... What's happened with you?"

John frowned, "Sir... Please don't use that nickname for me, I don't appreciate it."

Roger chuckled, "You earned it."

(Roger) "Remember Yugoslavia?"

John nodded, "Yes sir, but I'd rather not..."

(Roger) "Remember Tennessee 2003?"

John nodded, "Yes sir, but again, I'd rather not..."

(Roger) "Remember Chechnya?"

Again he nodded, "You know I remember them all sir, there is no need to list them."

Roger chuckled, "Let's do that though. Yugoslavia, Tennessee, Chechnya, Western Sahara, Angola, Libya, Ohio, Kentucky..."

(Lara) "If I may speak, Czar Roger Fabus?"

(Roger) "Who are you?"

(Lara) "I am Lara. I am from Hataria Mammalia, and John was kind enough to take me in and show me the way of the Mississippian people."

(Roger) "Did he also tell you his nickname is "Genocide Johnny", did he?"

(Lara) "No, Czar."

(Roger) "My idea is better... Now is John there? I want to make sure there is enough VX gas and they have plans to dispose of the bodies."

(Lara) "I was wondering if anything can be done about the youngest kids of 1 to 6 years old."

Roger chuckled, "Yes... We gas them."

Lara's face turned pale upon hearing the Czar's response. "Czar, why would you do that? The children can be re-educated and reconditioned, like with the Hataria Mammalian children."

(Roger) "They can never be made into white children, they always remain arabs... We cannot raise Arab children with the ideal of white supremacy."

Lara sighed. "I see, Czar. Here is John."

Lara stepped back to allow John to speak.

(Roger) "Johnny Boy, how are you? Ready to go to work again?"

John replied with a forced smiled and a reluctant, "Yes sir."

Roger chuckled, "Just like in Tennessee eh?"

John nodded, "Yes sir."

(Roger) "That woman with you, she won't be a security risk will she?"

John immediately replied, "No sir, not at all."

(Roger) "Good, from what you've told me about her, she seems very nice, it'd be a shame if she was a risk..."

John spoke his mind for the first time, "Sir, why are you doing this? You never struck me as the genocidal type... This is something your father would do?

Roger laughed, "Funny you should mention my father, we were playing cards, I ran out of chips so I bet him an IOU one favor, this is what he asked for, he called in the favor, this is what he wanted."

(Lara) "Are you telling me you're actually having children die because of a card game?"

(Roger) "I'm a man of my honor, my father won, and I must keep my word and grant him his wish. Besides, they're not children, they're little arabs, they'll grow up into big arabs, and hate us... Let me put it this way, if there is a baby lion, it's too young to kill you, now, but soon it will be big and strong, what do you do? Let it grow big and strong?"

(Lara) "Even lions can make faithful companions if you raise them right. They can fight to the death to protect you. The same thing can be done with rottweiler and doberman dogs."

Roger sighed, "I can see how naive and ignorant of the real world you are... We're not going to take that chance; it's better to be rid of them... Besides, you're ignoring a crucial fact, they aren't white, and they'll owe no loyalty to our race, besides, I promised father."

(Lara) "I see I cannot convince you to change your mind."

(Roger) "I promised father, I couldn’t dishonor him and take back my word."

(Lara) "Honor and duty is important, but is it honorable to massacre helpless children who have little or no idea why they will be executed?"

(Roger) "They won't even have time to realize what is happening. VX gas acts within seconds, they'll be unconscious and die a painless and peaceful death."

(Lara) "The adults and teenagers already made their choice to defy your government, people, and beliefs. However, the young children haven't been given a choice, and they don't have the knowledge or understanding to make the choice to defy your will."

Roger sighed, "Lara, perhaps when you're a bit older and have seen the world more, you'll realize arab children carry inferior arab genes, this is a genetic war we're in."

(Lara) "Is there any way to provide a final solution to this issue? Perhaps reprogram the genes or something? Pardon my limited understanding of genetics and eugenics."

(Lara) "What of the arabs and other nationalities outside of Mississippian borders?”

(Roger) "Reprogramming genes at their age is impossible. Besides, you cannot be made white, you need to be born white, and anyway, we cannot give people without souls a soul. As for the non-whites outside our borders, they are none of our concern. I don't care what they do."

(Lara) "I see, Czar. What of people who are half white? By your definition, they will have at least a soul that is 50% white."

(Lara) "What of Spanish people? Portuguese people?"

The Czar sighed, "Spanish and Portuguese are white, the idea they aren't is a jewish myth to divide the white race."

(Lara) "If I remember my history correctly, Spanish and Portuguese are the descendants of marriages between Muslims and Europeans."

Roger shouted, seriously angered "That is not true at all! Tell me, what jewish produced history book did you read, have you ever been to Spain or Portugal."

(Lara) "I learned my history in a Hataria Mammalian school in my hometown. I haven't been to Spain or Portugal in my life, as I had been living in Hataria Mammalia all my life up to the Mississippian invasion, then moved here with John."

(Roger) "You're going to take a trip to Spain and Portugal to see for yourself. That's an order. I've been there a dozen plus times, I know firsthand they're white."

(Lara) "I will be happy to go. I want to travel to different places and learn more things. After all, didn't you say I was naive and need more experience?"

(Roger) "Yes I did. Now tell me, why do you care about arabs so much?"

(Lara) "I was only thinking about the children, that's all."

(Lara) "In my hometown, I taught at Church on Sundays."

Roger chuckled, "I go to church over twelve hours a week, I've done so for years, everything I've been taught supports what I do."

(Lara) "I was taught that killing children is an unforgivable sin, and I believe in that strongly."

(Roger) "They aren't children, they're little beasts, nothing more."

(Roger) "Besides, honor thy father, I have to honor my father.”

(Lara) "You label the children as beasts, yet they have sentience and they have the capacity to make intelligent decisions."

(Roger) "They are violent creatures that will consume us all if you don't stop them... Tell me this, would you be willing to trade your life for one of theirs?"

(Lara) "I wouldn't trade my life for a criminal, if that's what you mean."

(Roger) "Would your trade your life for some little arab child, a tiny sand nig--r?"

(Lara) "I have three of my own children. I would prefer to remain alive so they will still have a mother."

(Roger) "Very good. You have your priorities straight... Pick up the phone for a minute so we can talk in private..."

John picked up the phone and handed it to her, then he left the room.

(Roger) "Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with John Tallmadge?"

(Lara) "For several weeks after the Hataria Mammalia war, John and I have been a little awkward with each other, considering he separated my children and myself from my family who were being evacuated on the Sharina transport. However, I've begun to see that John is a reasonable gentleman and I've begun growing closer to him within the past month. You could say we're growing intimate."

Roger listened while she spoke, "Ummm Hmm... So you two are involved, yes?"

(Lara) "We're getting to know each other more and more. You could say we're at the boyfriend - girlfriend level of relationship."

(Roger) "Okay... Well I'm glad for John... He's a good man and he's been lonely since his wife died, awful tragedy... I tell you what, I'll look for other countries to take the arabs in, we won't gas them, consider that a gift to you and John to congratulate you on your relationship."

(Lara) "I appreciate it, Roger. What about sending the children out, while keeping the adults in? That way, you'll still be able to honor your father, and avoid killing children."

(Roger) "Nah... I'm not really for killing anybody, maybe just those who actually took part in riots."

She noticed he didn't react negatively to being called Roger, it meant he liked formality but didn't strictly demand it.

(Lara) "I understand. People who do harm to others, or has the intent of killing or destroying property must be punished."

(Roger) "I have to go now..."

(Roger) "Take care. Good bye."

(Roger) "Tell John to scrub the operation."

(Lara) "I will. Thank you for the gift, Czar."

Roger hung up the phone, Lara walked into the room John was in to tell him what Roger said.

(Lara) "I just spoke with the Czar and he told me to inform you to scrub the operation. I convinced the Czar to grant us this as a gift of goodwill due to our developing relationship."

John smiled, "I'm glad to hear he's canceled the operation."

Lara was wondering if she should ask him about his nickname...

Lara decided against asking John about his secrets and past, because John seemed to be in a much better mood.

John picked Lara up and sat down with her on his lap, he smiled at her, then his expression turned cold and mechanical as he spoke in a serious, "I bet you want to ask me about Yugoslavia, Chechnya, and the others, yes?"

(Lara) "Well, if you want to tell me about it. I don't want to cause any more pain."

He sighed and started to speak, while in his mind he was going back there, back to 1995, "It was outside of Sarajevo... It wasn't a specific campaign to kill civilians, but in massed artillery and air attacks, people die... Everybody in the area hit dies, usually. It was just death, lots of death. The enemy takes advantage of it and labels you a murderer, that's how it happens."

Lara settled in and began to listen attentively to John's story.

John started to speak, "It was June 22nd, I remember it well, my command center had just come under mortar fire, the dirt flying in the air, mixed in with pieces of soldiers who weren't quick enough to get to cover... I can still taste it as it flew into my mouth when I foolishly opened it to shout, "Get down!" after the attack had begun... Stupid me, they all knew to get down... We returned fire with probably fifty times what they had shelled us with, we leveled probably twenty villages to fish their mortars out, I don't really know how many died that day, but we lost about sixteen soldiers to mortar fire, the UN claims we killed eight thousand civilians that day. I don't know if that's true or not, we didn't intend to kill anybody, we just returned fire to suppress enemy mortars."

(Lara) "That's a quite understandable situation."

He continued to speak, "the next day, a sniper took out two of my best friends, one of whom was my personal aide. We trekked into the village we figured it was coming from, the people were guerilla supporters, we found they had stashed weapons and supplies for the terrorists, and they'd give them out at night, we hanged every male over sixteen that we found in the village... I saw to it myself that there was no looting or raping though, one soldier tried to rape a girl of about seventeen, I blew his head off with my pistol... His brains splattered against the wall and pieces of them landed on me." His tone changes to almost crying, "I was sitting there, and his blood and brains splashed in my face, and the girl was screaming in a language I couldn't understand, and I'm trying to tell her it's okay nobody is going to hurt her, and then the next thing I know an enemy sapper unit hits the village with RPGS!"

(Lara) "At least you kept your honor and decency by not allowing looting and raping."

He sighs, "And here we are, spread out in a village, RPGS crashing down, we sweep forward and drive the enemy off with support from Mi-24s, we had to use Hydrogen Cyanide gas though, it dissipated in sixty seconds so no villagers were at risk... But we came back the next day, the sappers thought the villagers had turned against them, they had killed the remaining villagers, those that hadn't died in the fighting."

(Lara) "At least you avenged the massacre. That's what counts."

He shook his head, "Oh boy, Chechnya... We sure did kill a lot in Chechnya... It was 98, January, near Groznyy, well about thirty miles north of Groznyy. A column of BMPS and T-90 tanks was moving south towards Groznyy, we came under intense fire, RPGS flying in from every angle, roadside bombs going off, men jumping out of vehicles on fire, the smell of burning flesh hanging in the air. Pieces of soldiers littering the roadside, the sounds of tanks crushing bones, the screams of the dying... It was an ambush, on a road running through the mountainous hills, at least two hundred enemy militants against the three companies in the column, one full company cut to pieces in just an hour."

He shrugged his shoulders, as he started to choke on his words and had to hold back a tear, "We went... We went to the nearest large population area, about 20,000 people in a decent town nearby, more of a suburb of Groznyy, and we killed every single one of them. They'd killed 142 of our soldiers that morning, and wounded over 200 more, and so... So, we calmly gathered a reinforced regiment of airborne soldiers, and two companies of mechanized infantry, and we rode quietly into the town, and anything that moved, we mowed it down... It was that simple."

(Lara) "A whole company? How many men is in a company? Pardon my limited understanding of military terms."

He frowned, "About one-hundred and twenty soldiers, but our companies included about twenty to thirty support personnel specifically attached to the combat unit, and thus in the field with them."

(Lara) "That raises an interesting question. What were you doing all the way over there in Chechnya? Isn't it on the opposite side of the world from Mississippi?"

He nodded, "Yes... I went there as a volunteer with an entire corps of private citizens from Mississippi, there were over fifty thousand of us. Most of them were young and looking for a quick adventure, they had more guts than common-sense and brains, but their hearts were in the right place, until they got blown to pieces."

(Lara) "What happened after Gronzy?"

John seemed to be gazing off into the distance, he could see the snow falling, he wasn't in the mansion anymore, and Lara wasn't there... He was in his command tent, it was six years ago, and he was talking aloud, recalling his conversation with his commander. "Sir, am I to understand you correctly? You want me to VX Groznyy... Do you realize the moral and ethical implications of such an operation; do you realize the legal implications? You do, okay, I'll do it then, but I warn you, this may not be something you can just brush under the rug..."

She remembered the VX gas attack against Groznyy; it was blamed on anti-Muslim terrorists. Over ninety thousand died within minutes, and tens of thousands more were seriously injured.

(Lara) "Are you all right, John?"

John was still talking, not aware she was there, "Sir... Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean having our command post so close to the front is a fine idea, but let's get an armored command vehicle, instead of this staff car." He suddenly shouted "Incoming!" as he leapt off the couch and dove onto the floor, Lara lept aside as he did this.

He started shouting, "Counter battery fire on the hill!"

He pointed off into the distance, "Get some Mi-24s in the air, suppress those woods, there are mortars in those woods, suppress them now captain or people will start dying! Do you hear me? Good!"

A few minutes later, he was breathing rapidly, hyperventilating, he was drenched in sweat, he looked at Lara, "what is going on?" he asked her.

(Lara) "You scared me. You seemed to be acting out what you did at Groznyy."

John shook his head, "I'm sorry... Sorry if I scared you... I was there again, it was so real, vivid, I could see it clear as day."

(Lara) "A waking daydream?"

He shook his head, "I don't know... but I'm kind of tired, do you want to go lie down with me for a while, get some rest?"

(Lara) "That sounds good."

John smiled at Lara as he gently lifted her into his arms, "I'm glad you don't hate me now that you now I've been in my share of serious fighting and dirty wars..."

(Lara) "Everybody makes a mistake at one point or another in their lives."

John nodded, "That is true..." he carried her into his room and set her down softly on his bed before he lay down next to her, he grinned "You know, I might not be as tired as I thought... Perhaps we might do a few things before going to sleep, eh?"

Lara shot John a sly wink. "Like what?"

He embraced her in his arms and kissed her, then whispered, "I think you know, yes?"

Lara simply nodded.

He rolled over and said, "You handled that situation with Roger well, one could say you were on top of things... I think you do good being on top of things." he chuckled as he finished, "So you can get on top of this situation." He pulled her closer to him and kissed her before pulling a blanket over them.

A while later, when they were done, he was lying there, thinking about what the future might hold.

(John) "Lara... Do you want to go to Sharina?"

(Lara) "My family is most likely living there. Many of my friends from my hometown were also evacuated there during the war."

John nodded, "Then we shall go there... I shall make the arrangements. Although I wonder if the Sharinan government would receive me warmly, or arrest me on sight?"

(Lara) "I have no idea. The last I know about Sharina was a long while ago. Things could have changed a little, or a lot. Or things could still be the same."

John yawned, "We can work out the details of our upcoming trip in the morning, yes?"

(Lara) "Sure. We should try to contact Sharina somehow."

(John) "We can talk to their ambassador in Alexandria."

(Lara) "Excellent. Hopefully things will turn out well."

John kissed her and smiled, "I'm glad you like the idea", he said.

Lara smiled back towards John. "I appreciate it. It has been far too long since I've seen my sisters and parents."

John whispered, "Don't worry, you'll see them again soon, rest now... rest..." He kissed her forehead and then leaned back to try to sleep.

Lara patted John's shoulder, and then closed her eyes. She tried to relax herself before drifting off into sleep, but thoughts of seeing her family filled her with a sense of excitement. It took Lara a while before she finally fell asleep, and that night Lara dreamed about her parents. It was the first dream of her family with her introducing John to her family.

John's dreams were anything but peaceful, by about five in the morning, he was back in the mountains of Groznyy, he was walking slowly through the woods, on a patrol, even though he was a major in the volunteer army, he insisted on going on patrols with his men. Suddenly fire came in from every direction, he looked down and he could see blood coming from his chest near where the right lung was, he looked to his left, his friend was in worse shape, kicking around the ground, trying to hold his guts into his body, he leapt up in bed and shouted, "Medic!"

He startled Lara out of her sleep, but she was planning on getting up soon anyway.

He shook himself back into his senses, he turned to Lara, "Sorry, I woke you, didn't I?"

Lara spoke in a groggy voice. "Yeah. Can I sleep in for a bit more?"

He kissed her on the cheek and smiled, "Of course... I'm sorry I woke you, it was Chechnya again..."

(Lara) "Its all right. I heard similar stories about Vietnam veterans reliving their nightmares.”

John kissed her on the cheek and gently stroked her hair, while he softly whispered, "Sleep well."

Lara smiled as she turned back onto her side and she fluffed the pillow with one hand. She dragged the bed sheet over herself, and somehow fell asleep quickly.

John drifted off back to sleep, but it was back to Chechnya, not to a mind at ease.

In the morning, at about nine, Lara woke up, John was lying awake it bed, he looked as pale as a ghost, he was awake but he seemed in another world, in a trance.

He barely acknowledged her; he turned to face her then turned back to staring at the ceiling.

Lara tried to put a reassuring hand on John's shoulder in the hopes that it would help John back to reality.

John felt the warmth and soothing touch of her hand, he sighed as he started to speak, "You know what bothered me most about the war... The Volunteer Corps lost 15,000 dead and over 30,000 were wounded, in two years, and we achieved nothing... Our goal was to help the Russian government and people, and we did neither, well ultimately we did neither. But we did manage to kill thousands of terrorists and tens of thousands of possible terrorists."

He sighed, "15,000 people in two years.. 730 days and 15,000 dead..."


(Lara) "At least you are alive, as well as the other 35,000 troops. That has to count for something."

He nodded, "I guess so."

(Lara) "Shall we grab a hearty breakfast?"

He gently brushed some of her long hair out from in front of her eyes then he kissed her on the cheek, before saying, "Okay, let's go downstairs."

They both got up and readied to head downstairs for the day. John was going to be calling the Sharinian embassy in Alexandria.

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About the ambassador from Sharina: Jochain Xuliewa, male... 6 feet 2 inches, brown hair, blue eyes, white with a slight tan complexion, and has a high skill level in perception. IQ is like 140 to 145.

John picked up the phone and dialed the Sharinian embassy, Lara sat down on a couch in the living room they were in, she turned on the Television, the news was talking about how, "There are approximately fifty million white female slaves here in Mississippian Egypt, they are slightly more than a full fourth of the entire white population. There are ten million Arabs enslaved in manual labor out of the approximately thirty million arabs in the population. News from Western Sahara was that there were one hundred million black labor slaves, so many they now outnumbered the whites ten to one. Lara was shocked by the news; John seemed more interested in talking on the phone, not shocked at all, as though it was nothing new to him.

Lara kept watching the news, and took in every little detail such as the way the commentator talked, each tidbit of information being provided on the television, and the photographs being shown of the slaves. Lara turned around again to face John and began wondering why John was on the phone for a considerable period of time.

John set the phone down, "Well I've got good news and bad news, I talked to the embassy, that call took only about a minute, call waiting kicked in and I spoke with the governor-general of Western Sahara, he needs a million soldiers to put down a massive slave rebellion."

Lara's eyes widened slightly. "A slave rebellion? Will we be safe?"

He chuckled, "My dear, we are in Mississippian Egypt, Western Sahara is over two thousand miles away."

Lara shook her head before continuing. "We have slaves here in Mississippian Egypt, right? What if they rebel here as well?"

John chuckled, "Fear not, there are only ten million slaves here, there are a hundred million in Western Sahara, and our army is over six million here, not even counting federal garrisons, WS has only about six hundred thousand, counting federal forces. Another point, whites are about ninety percent of the population here. In Western Sahara they are only about ten percent. Fear not Lara, if worse comes to worse, I shall protect you..." He kissed her lightly on the forehead, "You know that, don't you?" he asked, "That I will protect you."

Lara let go of a long exhalation of relief. "Thanks, John. I was just worried, after all. However, I wonder why there is such great disparity between both WS and ME white and slave populations."

John sighed, "Well there are about one hundred thousand major plantations in Western Sahara, and each plantation owner typically has a thousand or more slaves, it's just simple math, since we have fewer plantations here, and more slaves work in mining and shipbuilding, that we have fewer slaves. Most of our plantations are worked by white serfs anyway, and they're quite happy to work. Western Sahara was asking for trouble by letting whites drop to just ten percent of the population."

Lara nodded in agreement. "Now look what it got them."

John smiled, "It got them three trillion dollars a year in free labor, rebellions are a minor setback they can deal with..." He gloated, "Provided I send them the forty odd divisions they're requesting."

Lara took a drink of a nearby bottle of water. She returned her gaze towards John. "Yes, but once this rebellion is over, the economy of WS will be in shambles. No more 3 trillion per year income, because even if 50% or 75% of the slaves participated in the rebellion, WS's economy will take a very long time to recover."

John shook his head, "About twenty percent of slaves are in the rebellion, not too many, they can always buy more slaves. Besides, I will be honor bound to provide them with funds until they get back on their feet."

Lara nodded as John commented about honor. "That's a noble goal. However, you should consider the possibility that the longer the rebellion continues, it becomes more likely more slaves will join in a chain reaction."

Lara continued. "That could mean that the 20% can increase to 30% then 40% and so on."

John shook his head, "Let's not worry about that now, okay? Let's just figure out what we'll do with regards to going to Sharina, okay?"

Lara smiled. "Works for me, honey."

He kissed her and then told her, "Why don't you run along and start packing for the trip to Sharina, I have to make a few more phone calls."

He picked up the phone and dialed, she was still in the doorway as he started talking, "What, yes, I imagined it was worse than they thought, the entire 1st Field Army, the 3rd RG Armored Division, and the 29th Federal Expeditionary Corps? Oh my God! Over three hundred and fifty thousand men! When? Just a few hours ago? My word, I'll see those divisions are sent to you right away."

Lara stopped and turned around upon hearing John's exclamations. She made her way back towards John with a curious look on her face. "Are you all right, John? What happened?"

John smiled, nervously, "What is it Lara? What is wrong?

Lara patted John's shoulder, before speaking. "I heard your voice, and you seem to be shocked or surprised."

John shook his head, "No, everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about."

(Lara) "Are you sure, honey?"

He nodded and then firmly said, "Yes, don't worry yourself over matters that don't concern you, please, for your sake, do as I say and go get ready."

He sighed, "Stop, sit down, I'll talk to you about it... Just promise me it won't worry you, I don't want you worrying yourself into illness..."

(Lara) "Thank you. I am here for you, and feel free to talk about anything that is bothering you. At least that's what I can do for you, after everything you've done for me."

He sighed again, then slowly started to speak, "Three hundred and fifty thousand of Western Sahara's six hundred thousand best soldiers were killed in a three hour battle with the slave army."

Lara simply blinked her eyes, trying to conceal her shock upon hearing the news.

John sighed again, "I have to personally command the million man army that I am going to lead from here to Western Sahara to help crush the slaves..."

Lara felt the urge to interrupt John. "What about the trip to Sharina?"

He shook his head, "My duties to the Commonwealth and her people have to come before anything and everything else."

(Lara) "I am well aware of that, honey. I was just asking what is to happen to me? Will I have to travel to Sharina by myself? Or what?"

He frowned, "No, I'll come with you, the army won't be heading out for a few weeks, well not all that we are sending is heading out right away, probably ten light infantry divisions will be airlifted into Western Sahara later today, and the rest of the heavier divisions will need to be shipped there. For the final push to smash the slaves, I need to be there so the name Tallmadge is associate with the victory, we can spend perhaps three weeks in Sharina..." He smiled at her, "Does that sound good to you, dear?"

Lara mulled over all the information in her head, while John watched on. Lara thought out what to say, then finally spoke. "John, that sounds like a plan. I will go start packing up for the trip."

John waited about twenty minutes, and then walked upstairs, chuckling, "how is the packing going, taking a while eh?"

Lara giggled a bit. "Its funny though. When I first came to ME, I only had a few suits of clothes. Now I have so many, I can't decide which ones to bring."

He grinned, "Personally, I think you look best with nothing at all on, but I think there are laws against that in Sharina, we have laws against that here, except in the bedroom of course, which is the only place I'd want you that way, I don't want prying eyes looking at you, you know how jealous I can get..." he smiled, "I like having you all to myself, and myself all for you..."

Lara smiled as she heard John's praise. "Thanks, honey. What dress do you think would look best on me, for casual and formal wear?"

He chuckled as he kissed her on the forehead, "Besides my mother, my first wife, and a few nurses at several army hospitals where I was air-evac’d to, you're the only woman who has seen me naked." he thought about her question, "As for the dress, you decide, I think it will be a semi-formal probably, not too formal, but not casual either."

Lara made some introspective sounds as she rummaged through her closet. She finally decided on several white dresses, as well as two black gowns for formal occasions.

John nodded, "Yes, those are good, I like those..."

Lara grinned once again. "Okay, I think I have everything so far. Clothes, personal hygiene tools, identification papers, and so forth."

John nodded, "My bags are already in the car, the servants loaded them in a while ago, shall we go to the embassy then and get our travel passes approved? After which, we'll take my private plane once we load my car into it." He smiled and bowed, "I'll be your driver in Sharina, ma'am, I hope I serve you well."

Lara laughed delightfully. "Now you're a chauffeur. You never cease to amaze me, John. Shall we be off, then?"

He lifted her gently into his arms, after he shouldered the bags that is, then he kissed her lightly on the cheek, and said in his servant tone voice, "Yes ma'am if you so wish, but first I have been instructed by the boss that you should be carried to the car."

Lara nodded. "Yes, my Governor."

John carried her out to the car and set her gently into the passenger's seat, and then he set the bags in the rear of the custom made 1980 Eldorado (the preferred car of the elite in Mississippi) and got into the drivers side. It was raining heavily outside, the wipers would clear the windshield and before they could make the second sweep, it was bombarded with massive amounts of rain again. John drove extra slow and used a greater deal of caution than he normally would have, had he been alone or the weather better. People behind him were honking and one man even threw a bottle against his car as he passed him in a no-passing zone. John chuckled and told Lara, "Please, honey, take the wheel for a second, would you?"

Lara quickly put her hands on the wheel while nodding at John. Lara took a deep breath as she tried to keep her focus on the road in her awkward position.

He rolls the window down after she takes the wheel, and he leans out, aiming an MP-5N that he took out from under the seat, he took the safety off and fired a few bursts at the car in front of them, the one who threw the glass bottle against his window. He cheered, "That'll show you to crack my window! Asshole!" he quickly slid back into his seat and pulled Lara down across the two seats as the man returned fire, and then John swerved his car into the other man's car and ended up running him off the road. He chuckled as they continued on, "Lara, are you okay?" she was fined, except for the shock of the last few minutes.

(Lara) "I am fine. You have quite an interesting way of dealing with road rage."

He smiled, "You have to drive defensively..."

Lara turned her face from the road to look upon John's face. "Certainly that driver will think twice before playing with beer bottles while driving, eh?"

John nodded, and then frowned, "Yes, but look at the window!" The window was cracked and starting to break inwards from the wind smashing against it, John slowly pulled over to the side of the road, stopped, and then used the butt of his MP-5 to smash the window outwards, so no glass flew against Lara or himself, he did this after he opened the door of course. He got back into the car, drenched from the rain, and then used one of his suit jackets as a cover over the window, "We'll need to get this fixed when we get into the city, we can have it done while we wait for the embassy to approve our passes."

Lara's dress was soaking wet and she tried her best to wring it out, but to no avail. She looked at John and the makeshift jacket window and sighed. "Now how will we manage to get there if you're holding the jacket up with one hand while the wind might flap it in your face?"

He sighed and then pulled out a phone, "here, call the third number stored in the list, I'm going to see what might hold this better..."

He stepped out and went to the truck, retrieving a roll of clear duct tape; he smiled, "Forget making that call, I found something that'll work."

Lara arched her eyebrows. "Now you're an improviser. I wonder how many talents you have."

He smiled as he started to seal the opening where the glass once had been, with the tape. After about five minutes, he'd finished and it seemed expertly done, he stepped inside, and smiled at her, holding up the tape, "Perhaps we'll try finding some other uses for the tape later tonight" he said with a chuckle and a grin, she didn't know it, but he liked being tied up, it turned him on, well she probably realized it now.

Lara smiled and blinked her eyes. "I'm looking forward to it. Shall we proceed to the city then?"

He nodded and started the car back up, as they were pulling away, Lara could see that the car he'd run off the road was fast approaching their position, John casually pulled onto the road and slammed his brakes, forcing the car to veer off and wound up crashing into the ditch alongside the road, the driver jumped out and started throwing bottles in a vain attempt to hit the Cadillac that was by now speeding off down the road.

Lara shook her head. "That guy didn't learn his lesson. I wonder if he actually learned his lesson this time."

John chuckled as he passed the, "Now entering Alexandria" sign, the bottom read, "Enjoy you stay. Remember Arabs, be out of town when the sun goes down." There was a lynched Arab swinging from a tree next to the sign, John seemed to pay no attention to the body, as though it was an everyday occurrence that no longer held any "shock value".

Lara took notice of the hanged Arab then remarked about it. "I wonder if that Arab violated the curfew or committed some kind of horrible crime."

John slowed down so she could get a better look, there was a card tacked to his shirt, in big bold black letters, "Another Murdering Rapist taken care of, courtesy of the WKM of Alexandria, keeping your cities safe for you and your children."

Lara's face furrowed into a frown as she commented on the hanging Arab. "Rapists should all hang."

As they drove on further through the suburbs, she saw a few dozen more lynched bodies, some white, some Arab, most of the whites had cards reading, "I was too cowardly to defend women and children in Western Sahara" or "I suffered the dishonor of surrender" most of the Arabs had cards reading, "Terrorist and murderer"

Lara closed her eyes to block off the spectacle of the multitudes of hanged Arabs. She exhaled slowly, then decided to add to her previous comment.
“Terrorists should be hanged as well. They do nothing but destroy innocent lives."

John smiled, "Yes, I suppose so." As he was driving, he suddenly slammed the brakes on and stopped the car, a large mob was lynching three men in the center of the intersection, thousands had gathered to watch, lining the sidewalks, looking out windows, and peering down from rooftops. John chuckled, "Well Lara, do you want to see a live lynching?"

(Lara) "We might as well watch, as we're not going anywhere."

He turned the engine off and opened the door, taking two folding chairs out of the trunk; he set one down for her and himself, then opened her door and gently carried her and set her in the chair. John smiled at her, "Is this the first lynching you've been to?"

(Lara) "That's a tricky question. I've seen footage of lynchings on television, but never saw one in person."

A man in a Commonwealth Paratrooper uniform appeared in the center of the street, standing on a raised truck in the bed of the truck, a pistol in one hand, a bullhorn in the other. "Look what these three men did to this young innocent woman!" A woman was helped out of the car, bruises and cuts all over her face, she shook and trembled. The man with the pistol shouted again, "They took turns raping her, we found her unconscious and left for dead in a cotton field... What should we do with these three arab swine? Let them go as the liberals would want, blame the woman for their deed?" The crowd shouted in anger and unison, "no!" the man shouted again, the last time he'd shout, "Then what would you have us do with these three swine?" The crowd immediately replied in unison, "Hang them high!"

Lara began to join in the crowd's chant, as she knew how it felt to be raped.

The men started to put nooses over the necks of the three men, their hands already long since tied behind their backs. A white man stepped out from the crowd, obviously a foreigner from his accent, probably an Englishman, he started to speak up, very loudly so he could be heard over the whispers of the crowd, "I should say, ole boy, how awfully ungentlemanly it is to lynch a fellow, or fellows, for any reason, where I come from it's customary we first have a trial to determine if they're actually guilty... And might I ask what exactly you're doing waving a firearm around in such a reckless fashion, you're not a constable and you might hurt somebody..."

Lara laughed. "What an funny man."

The man in the paratrooper uniform looked at him, lowered his pistol, chuckled, "I'm a soldier, and the only one who might get hurt, "ole boy" is you, if you don't get your yellow-toothed ass on out of here, and go back to civilized England, where you're free to do anything you want as long as you don't offend the nig--rs, arabs, liberals, or anti-gun freaks who don't know firearms are crucial to national sovereignty." The Englishman replied, "Why how dare you point a firearm at a person, what sort of madman are you? I say, truly uncivilized!" the paratrooper fired three rounds at the ground immediately in front of the Englishman, who promptly shouted, "You brute!" as he ran off down the street.

Lara snickered. "Again, what a silly man."

The man with the bullhorn spoke up again, but in a lighter voice, "Due to the short notice of the lynching, we were unable to locate her male relatives to perform the actual hanging ceremony, do any of you in the crowd wish to do this, I will count to three, the first three hands I see go up after I hit 0, may do the deed. Three, Two, One, Zero."

Lara decided not to volunteer, as she had her justice already served by the hanging of the Jewish doctor several months ago.

John stood up, even though he was hardly the first one, the man's jaw dropped he exclaimed, "The Governor! He may do the deed! Ladies and Gentlemen, it appears we have a very special guest with us today, Governor-General John Tallmadge... And a lady with him..." The man grinned, "Governor, did you find yourself a wife and deprive the people of getting to send you wedding cards, you should have made an announcement on the news..."

The governor shook his head, "No, Lara isn't my wife, at least not yet..." He looked at her and smiled, "Maybe someday, hopefully..."

The man smiled, "That is nice, everybody should have somebody, yes, now sir, please, come on up here..." he motioned with his hand at about thirty people, "You there, clear a path for the governor."

Lara watched as John helped them smear tar onto the men to be hanged, and then he kicked the barrels out from under them, one at a time. About fifteen minutes into the hanging, they were set ablaze, two minutes later the entire crowd formed onto one side of the road and then pummeled rifle and pistol fire into the burning bodies of the arab men, hitting each over ten thousand times, leaving nothing expect small pieces of tissue and splattered blood.

A mostly toothless old man, with a wad of chewing tobacco in his mouth handed Lara a pistol, "Join in the fun, ma'am" he chuckled as he spat a plug of juice onto the ground.

Lara gave the old man a smile, and took the offered pistol then made her way towards the center of the crowd. Thoughts began swirling around in her mind, as she didn't want to commit any more violence than she already has, but at the same time, she didn't want to let John down or offend the old man.

The three men were already dead, long since dead, dead a hundred times over ten thousand rounds back, they were just being mutilated to dishonor their corpses, it made no real difference if she shot them or not, there was hardly anything even left to shoot. She glanced over and noticed people had been taking photographs to use as postcards, pictures from the various times of the lynching, the barrels being kicked, the tar set on fire, the bodies torn apart with gunfire. "Greeting From Alexandria" the cards would read, with a picture of a bloody and mutilated corpse hanging while being riddled with bullets.

Lara sighed in relief as she realized that she didn't have to participate first-hand. She decided to try to look for John.

John was being carried on the shoulders of the citizens, they were chanting, "Generous Johnny", "Generous Johnny!" at first she thought they were using the nickname the world knew him by, "Genocide Johnny", but they weren't. He'd given several million dollars out in the few minutes she'd lost sight of him, so they were cheering his generosity and his compassion for the poor and working man.

Lara jostled and nudged her way through the tightly packed crowd as she tried to make her way towards the group holding John up aloft.

John jumped down from their shoulders when he saw Lara, one of the citizens cheered, "The governor shall soon have a wife! Our nation shall have a first lady to complement the governor! hail! hail!"

One in the group asked her, "Ma'am, what is your name?"

Lara looked the man straight in the eye and said, "My name is Lara."

The man smiled, "that is a lovely name, ma'am. How long have you been here? No offense but you don't sound like no Mississippian I ever met."

(Lara) "I moved here several months ago, courtesy of John Tallmadge."

The man replied, "Ah, you moved all the way here, just for one man, you must really be fond of Governor Tallmadge."

One of the men, a pro-slaver, shouted, "She's his slave! The governor is a hypocrite; he tells us we shouldn't own slaves, yet he does! Isn't that right, she's a slave!"

The man who first spoke to her gasped, "Is that true, Lara, are you a slave?"

(Lara) "Not at all. John treats me like a true lady, and he doesn't force me to do anything I don't like."

The pro-slavery man glared, "I don't believe that...What nation did you say you were from?"

Lara arched her thin eyebrow towards the pro-slaver and responded in a hard tone. "I am from Hatarian Mammalia. Do you have a problem with that?"

The man grinned, "Ah yes, you are a slave indeed then, or at least you were brought here against your will initially, yes, is that true?

Lara shook her head. "I came here of my own free will. If I didn't want to come, I would have drowned myself in the ocean."

The man grinned, "Tell me, Lara, how many times a day does your master take you, or force you to take him in the mouth, and drowning yourself was not an option, I imagine you have children... But tell me, how many times has he forced himself on you, just in the last week, how many times?"

Lara smiled at the pro-slaver. "Zero. John himself can attest to that."

The crowd was starting to get very annoyed by the pro-slave man's questions and his badgering of John and Lara. One of them shouted, "Leave the woman alone!" another shouted, "What are you, SOE or COS trash?" the pro-slavery man scoffed, "Goddamned WKM, get out of my face!", one in the crowd shouted, "He is COS, get him!" and suddenly he was rushed by twenty young males who proceeded to beat him senseless.

Lara had heard of the SOE (Society of Eugenicists) but not of the COS, she wondered who they were as she and John walked back to his car, the crowd dispersing to return to work.

Ooc- Note that the crowd was mostly WKM, that is why they hate the SOE and COS. Most non-WKM whites are either neutral or just pro-WKM, pro-SOE, and pro-COS. The only people who really vote in slavery polls though are either WKM, COS, or SOE, so depending on the area the poll is taken in, it looks as though more are for or against. Most whites in Mississippian Egypt and Western Sahara just don't give a damn as long as the COS's slaves dont' rebel or get all the jobs.

Lara looked towards John. "What is the COS?"

John sighed, and replied with a look of disgust, "They're the Coalition of Owners of Slaves."

(Lara) "Are they worse than the SOE?"

John nodded, "Yes, I think so anyway."

Lara winced. "At least he got what he deserved."

John nodded and drove off down the road, arriving at the Sharinian embassy a few minutes later. He walked inside the embassy and immediately half dozen guards pounced on him and shouted, "We captured Genocide Johnny, John Tallmadge! Let's sneak him back into Sharina for trial, this bastard is one sick pig!"

Several minutes later, Jochain Xuliewa was alerted to the presence of John Tallmadge and Lara in the embassy. Jochain made his way down to the lobby of the embassy and witnessed the guards pointing pistols at John Tallmadge.

Jochain's voice boomed throughout the lobby. "Let John Tallmadge go."

Several guards hesitated, then Jochain glared at them. "Let. Him. Go. NOW."

The guards backed off, sheathing their pistols back into their holsters. Jochain came forward towards John Tallmadge. "I am Jochain Xuliwea. We spoke over the phone earlier."[/b

John smiled, "Yes, thank you for helping me, not everybody realizes I am the governor here, and not some genocidal maniac... Lara and I need to get travel cards to visit Sharina..."

[b]Joachim extended his large hand towards John. "Come this way, please." He led John and Lara into an elevator, and then turned towards John.

"I must apologize for the guards. They know little of manners and diplomacy."

John shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry about it, just please try to help us get to Sharina."

Jochain bowed his head. "I will personally oversee the acquistion of visas for you and your lovely escort."

At that moment, the elevator reached the 4th floor, the main office of the embassy where Jochain oversees the entire embassy in Alexandria.

John and Lara stepped off and waited for the man to lead them on.

Jochain gave John and Lara another friendly smile as he began leading the two of them towards his large office at the end of the hallway. Once the three arrived inside Jochain's office, Jochain motioned at his secretary.

"Come here, Ms. Verdun. I want some visa paperwork to process for the gentleman and lady right here. See to it immediately."

Jochain gestured towards a comfortable couch. "Feel free to take seats, while Ms. Verdun acquires the paperwork to grant you visas to Sharina."

Lara sighed. "Perhaps we should say 'best friends' or something?"

Jochain smiled towards the two of them, and then spoke.

"I have an idea. In Sharina, we call people who are close to each other 'spirit-mates'. Perhaps you could put that down on the form."

John sighed, "I'll just write 'lovers' under the other category, it's the most honest and easiest explanation... Is that okay?"

He cursed under his breath, "Damn bureaucracies."

Jochain nodded. "That will be adequate. Do not worry."

John wrote it down, sighing, "You could have just given us two single forms, you know..." Although John had no way of knowing the single forms were all gone and the copier had broken so it was impossible to make more while they still had some earlier.

Jochain took the completed forms, then looked over every detail. He fixed John with a cordial smile. "Everything looks good. I will have Ms. Verdun immediately procure passports and visas for you. You can be on your way within ten or fifteen minutes. I am curious, why have you decided to visit Sharina?"

John turned to Lara, "Perhaps you should answer that, dear..."

Lara shifted in her seat as she looked directly at Jochain. "It is my idea. You see, I'm originally from Hataria Mammalia, and your nation evacuated millions of refugees from the war. Some of them were my family and friends from my hometown. I would like to find and visit them in Sharina."

Jochain listened carefully to each word Lara said. He nodded then responded quietly. "That is quite an admirable goal. I will contact Sharina authorities back home and see what I can find. I will make sure that things will go well for you and John in Sharina."

John nodded, "Thank you sir... We have to be going now, I need to either get my current car fixed or buy a new one for the trip. Thank you for all you've done... I tell you what, I'm going to go buy not just one, but two cars, I'll have a car sent to you as a gift shortly."

Jochain smiled. "Thank you for the offer, John. I hope you will enjoy yourself in Sharina."

Ms. Verdun ran in with the completed passports and visas. Jochain signed the visas and handed them to John and Lara, then bid them farewell.

Two hours later, a 2004 Navarre Motor Works Cheetah was delivered to the embassy, the car retailed for around 400,000 dollars, it was one of the most top of the lines sports style cars on the market, there was a big red bow wrapped around it and a card that read, "From John, thank you Mr. Ambassador."

John and Lara were sitting on John's private plane on their way to Sharina.

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The long awaited updates are about to start, small one for now, and then more later. Thanks for the patience all.

It had been the day after John Tallmadge left for Western Sahara at the head of the large Mississippian Egyptian Commonwealth expeditionary force, nearly a million strong, most of them deploying via C-130s and C-17s, the rest would arrive later by ships.

John looked around in dismay, there was nothing going on, the airbase he was at seemed dead, no activity except the usual daily stuff, hardly a war setting. One of the lieutenants that came walking by shouted, "Oh yeah, we should have told you, we're working on a diplomatic solution, keep your forces here just in the event it fails, but other than that, I don't know... Go talk to the base commander, he wanted to see you..."

Tallmadge left to go talk with the general in command of the base. After an hour of talking, he figured he could leave and so he did just that, getting on a MiG-41 and heading at top speed to join Lara in Sharina...

A voice began speaking in John’s cockpit, seemingly out of nowhere.

"John, you are directed to land at a military runaway several dozen kilometers west of Rio De Janiero"

He nodded his head and replied, "Military runway eh? Why there? My plane won't be seized, will it?"

The voice spoke again.

"The plane will be secured at the military base for safety reasons. Military type of aircraft are separated from civilian airports."

He sighed, "I mean you won't be prodding and poking around the plane, you know, you're not going to be checking it out, are you?"

"Your plane will be treated as Mississippian sovereign territory. It will be granted similar diplomatic immunity as any other foreign diplomat vehicle."

He smiled, "thank you..."

"Enjoy your stay in Sharina."

Just as quickly as it began, the voice fell silent after an audible click.

He was quick to guide the plane towards the airbase where he expertly landed it on the assigned runway.

After he landed, he stepped out, locked the plane, shut off and coded access to the sensitive onboard computers, and then he called a car, wanting him to take him to the address Lara had given him

A car began approaching John on a smooth concrete road. The engine was running quite silent, and there was a small box-like protrusion at the rear of the car. The car door glided open effortlessly, as the driver began speaking.

"John Tallmadge, I presume? What destination would you like to travel to, Governor-General?"

Tallmadge looked at him, "Yes, here is where I would like to go..." He handed him the paper the address was on.

The driver took the piece of paper from Tallmadge's extended hand. He quickly scanned the few lines of dialogue and nodded.

"4400 Risva'ca Street. That's approximately eleven kilometers from here, and the trip will not take long."

Tallmadge stepped in and handed him a 1000-dollar Mississippian bill, "Let's go then, keep the change by the way..."

He took the bill, smiling as he said, ”Thank you kindly, Governor, sir. Strap in and enjoy the ride."

John sat back in his seat, looking out the window at the passing scenery.

The car approached a straight section of concrete, with several hills to the right. The concrete road began running parallel to a rather enormous train bed, with no less than three pairs of double track.

Suddenly, a massive train began approaching from the opposite direction of the car. The locomotive resembled a steam locomotive, yet there were no plumes of black smoke. The train passed by slowly, revealing three sets of driving wheels, and a supply car right behind the locomotive. The supply car had a box-like appendage at its rear, similar to the one on the rear of the car.

The driver began speaking to Tallmadge with a sense of pride in his voice. “See that train? These locomotives are powered by hydrogen fuel cells, just like this car. Much cleaner and more efficient than old gasoline combustion engines."

The field marshal looked out the window, "Ah, yes, I see it, interesting..." he said

The driver nodded.

"We Sharinans pride ourselves on our industrious nature, and dedication to efficiency."

John yawned a bit, not out of rudeness or boredom, he was tired after the flight, he covered his mouth as he yawned and then quickly smiled as he said, "Ah, I see, very nice country you all have here."

The driver smiled at John reassuringly.

"We will be arriving at the address in a few more minutes."

He nodded his head and smiled, "Good, very good..."

The car swerved from the concrete roadway that followed the railroad, into a new avenue that appeared to lead into a scene of shimmering towers of crystal, glass, concrete, and steel.

A minute passed by as the car made several turns in a maze of small streets and avenues near the city of Rio De Janiero. Shortly, the car began pulling alongside a large apartment building, and the driver smiled at John once again.

"We're here. Hope you enjoyed the ride."

He stepped out of the car, the doctor was quick to get his bags as he handed the man another bill, another 1000, "Keep that one, just for yourself, off the record sort of thing..."

The driver grinned as he shook John's hand.

"Thank you very much, sir. May you live well."

The governor took his bags, rode up the elevator to the floor she was on, and then walked over to the room number, knocking lightly on the door.

The door slid into a slot in the lefthand section of the wall John was standing at. A blond woman peeked out of the door, and her expression changed from a curious look to a look of surprise and excitement as she recognized John's face.

"John, it's wonderful that you are here! How was the trip?"

He smiled before he gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then he said, "Oh, I'm good, turns out they're trying to negotiate for the slaves to all be granted freedom and then repatriated to their homelands, so they didn't really have need for ole Field Marshal Tallmadge... The flight was boring, but my day just got a lot better, how are you?"

Lara smiled and beckoned John inside.

"I'm doing great! I got to see some of my family and friends already."

She put up her index finger as a universal gesture to wait a moment. Lara quickly put aside several objects in the hallway, including a table, lamp, and a small stool. She turned her head back towards John.

"You can put your bags there, and relax."

He nodded his head and went off to put his bags away, asking, "So, who

Lara shook her head, "Just myself. My family has been kind enough to donate some Sharina money for me to keep this apartment."

He nodded his head, smiling, "Ah, that is kind of them... They do know that your just here for a while though, right?"

Lara nodded at John while clearing away several remaining things from the hallway.

"Yeah. However, I'd like to keep this as a home so if I want to visit family and friends again in the future, I'll have a place to come back to."

The doctor was clearly curious, "So, Lara, did you tell them who you were staying with in Mississippian Egypt? Did you tell them it was me?"

Lara finished clearing out the hallway just as John questioned her.

"I have told them, because we appreciate honesty. I explained what happened with the combat drugs and the rogue doctors."

John shuddered, a bit nervous now, "And... Did they... How did they react?"

Lara walked over to a chair in the kitchen as John followed her. She sighed as she sat down.

"At first, they were understandably upset, but I told them that you've changed. They realize that war does do terrible things to people."

Lara paused before continuing.

John nodded his head and sat down next to her, not sure of what to say, so he just stayed quiet and let her talk.

"Several of my family and friends are willing to give you a chance, but my father is somewhat resistant."

The governor was curious, "Was this because of what happened in HM or because of my well-known segregationist record as governor thus far?"

Lara shrugged, "I honestly don't know."

John was even more curious about one other thing, "What about you, do you like the way I run Mississippian Egypt?"

Lara looked at John with honest eyes, before speaking.

"There's some good and bad things. Everybody has their strong and weak points."

She continued after taking a drink out of a glass of water.

"I appreciate your control of Mississippian Egypt, making sure that there are no more terrorists and dangers to the civilian populace."

"However, one thing that I noticed that is different in Hataria Mammalia and Sharina than in Mississippi is the separation of the military from the civilians."

"The civilians in Sharina and Hataria Mammalia don't possess destructive weapons such as private tanks, rocket launchers, and the like. This prevents terrorists and other dangerous people from causing disorder and destroying significant portions of either nation."

John smiled and quickly replied, "Ah, yes, but the citizens are considered an important component of possible resistance to foreign occupation. They need to be armed adequately to carry-out their duties should the government ever need their assistance."

"That sounds noble, yet it does raise some problems. What's to stop covert ops or whoever disagrees with MS policy from causing destruction and chaos? Whats to stop these people from buying a tank and driving across schoolyards or into hospitals? Every nation has dissidents, including democrats, socialists, communists, dictatorships, etc."

He shook his head, "If anybody tries a rampage like that, other people nearby could take them out... Enough people have RPGs, Milans, and TOW launchers in their vehicles to be able to stop a tank rampage. Besides, there is a strong military presence in all major cities..." The governor then chuckled a bit, "Besides, remember, our police are just toned down military basically, they're armed up to the hilt."

Lara listened to John quietly, then took another sip before asking a two word question.

"Nuclear weapons?"

He nodded his head, "Yes, but those are very regulated in Mississippi..."

Lara closed her eyes as she processed the information that John just imparted to her. She opened her eyes then began speaking once again.

"Why do you allow citizens to possess nuclear weapons? One disgruntled or rogue citizen could easily wipe out a major MS city."

He shook his head, "No, we only allow key party members and top nobles to have minor tactical, low-yield, nuclear devices... So they can help stop foreign occupiers... What if SAC Memphis was wiped out in a surprise strike?

Lara shook her head as she asked John one more question.

"What if these nobles disagree with MS policies, or if some time in the future, they want to stage a revolution or a coup?"

He shook his head, "Unlikely, besides the thought police monitor all people for thoughts of revolution and disloyalty."

Lara quickly countered John's remark.

"There's always someone or something that falls through the tiniest crack. Nothing is 100% foolproof."

John shrugged, "Yeah, but what are the odds, you know, if it hasn't happened yet, it won't likely happen... Besides, I'll let you in on a little secret, I was Attorney General for a few years in the mid 90s, all of the terrorism was done by the government against itself..."

Lara blinked her eyes as the information took some time to sink in and register, then she asked, "Are you saying that MS instigated terrorist attacks against its own people?"

He nodded his head, frowning a bit, "Yes, that is what I'm saying, it was all so they could legitimize wars of aggression and domestic crackdowns."

She had to know, "Was there any other way?"

He honestly didn't know, so that is what he said, "I have no idea, I wasn't the leader and so I just passed along the information and made the speeches to the public to help stir up necessary support."

Lara nodded, trying to make the best of it, "Fair enough. You were following orders."

He nodded his head, smiling, happy she saw things his way, "Yes, that is true, you are right."

John yawned a bit, "So Lara, what are your plans for the rest of the day? Anything planned?"

Lara shrugged.

"I wasn't planning anything today on account of you coming here today."

He then decided to ask, "Should we go see your parents?"

Lara held John in her gaze before responding, "Probably tomorrow or later in the week."

John nodded his head, quick to agree, "Yes, perhaps that would be better."

Tallmadge chuckled a bit as he leaned back into a seat, "I'm quite tired to be honest, I'm not as young as you, remember... I had a rather awful flight, turbulence and all... I suppose it is for the best we wait a few days to visit them, yes? I'll want to be fully on my toes to answer any questions."

Lara nodded as she smiled at John.

"You can take a rest, and I will order something for dinner for us. Sharina restaurants has excellent food delivery services."