NationStates Jolt Archive

In Dajdbog

Pyotr Kirrillovich Yebanutiy frowned as he stepped down from the craft that brought him to Dajdbog. The Tarasovkan businessman suspected that finding a place to set up that fancy R&D facility his CEO wanted him to invest in would be hard – far harder than it was originally thought. He shrugged. That wasn’t really the hard part. Starting to work on it today, before he even got rid of the hangover from yesterday, would be hard.

He closed his eyes for a second…

The city burned. High-velocity kinetic weapons crushed into the sea-side hotels, the parliament buildings, the luxury brothels.

Pyotr’s very homeland was being destroyed. Torn apart. Ravaged. And he couldn’t do anything about it.

Not a thing

‘Move along! Move along, blia! Ne zaderjivay ochered, mudak!

[Stop holding up the queue, dork! – Russian]

He threw off the the heavy weight of the memories. Today, he was not an Allanean – despite the Makarov autopistol concealed in under his jacket. Today, he was Taraskovian. An operative of Allanea according to his Kaskad file, and a businessman working Sklifasovksi Medical Industries according to any official paper or credit card.

His job, here, would be to set up the SMI division in Dajdbog. And head it.

As he paced towards the taxi that was to take him to a local three-star hotel, he reached for his cellphone:

‘Nargothrod Daily? Yebanutiy speaking. I would like to place an advertisement, saying, ‘People Needed to Work at Brewery’ ”

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TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: MicroBrewer

RE: PROGRESS

Arrived at location. Commenced recruitment. Raising a drink for you.

OOC: IRC RP with the ADK player.

IC:

In the SMI HQ, a few days later

Yebanutiy smiled happily as he surveyed the new building – yet empty, freshly painted, without furniture, paintings or equipment. That was yet to come. Yebanutiy sniffed at the smell of fresh paint, his eyes half-closed in the euphoria of the new beginning it offered – to him ad to his people.

Then he opened his eyes and turned to the visitor, a middle-aged Khristian. The man’s hair was graying, and his eyes had a strange look in them – the look of someone who had lost everything. Yebanutiy though of the horrible rumours of what the Federales did to the Khristians – horrors that would make Lovecraft himself scream in fear. The rumours where dismissed by most people as ‘nutcase conspiracy ramblings’ – but Yebanutiy had a different view.

'Good day, Sir. I understand you read the advert.' Pyotr said with a heavy Russian accent.

'Yes, sir, I did happen upon it,' replied Hikarobi Unotou, his Khristian visitor.

'Good. I must warn you this conversation is being recorded by me for the benefit of Kaskad. Now, what is your expertise?'

'I'm a retired military officer with experience in research and development and I also have expierence in construction.' , answered Hikarobi, straightening slightly.

'Research and developement.’, ponders Yebanutiy, while twirling a pen in his fingers ‘Can you organise an R&D team in the field of memory restoration therapy?'

'Perhaps...It's certainly an interesting idea...I haven't had much experience with memory restoration, but I'd be willing to oversee a team of researchers.' – shrugs the Khristian.

'Perfect. We need a military officer. We must ensure lack of information leaks to our en... err, I meant competitors.' Pyotr smiles ‘Out of curiousity, what did you work on in the military?'

'Before the Confederacy collapsed I worked on reactor development and ship design, also advanced weapons development.'

'Interesting. Good. Your first mission is to recruit experts - Khristian experts - in the memory and psychiatry field. Build your own team. Is that fine by you?'

'Of course.' – the former officer smiled.

'You will also find out what equipment is needed for such research and provide me with the shopping list.' – the face of Pyort Kirillovich Yebanutiy stiffened – 'Any questions, Mr. Unotou?'

'None.'

‘Good luck, then’

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TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: MicroBrewer

RE: PROGRESS

Recruitment proceeding on schedule. Attached audio recording of first recruitment interview. Raising a drink for you.

General Hikarobi Unotou pondered the team he had put together as they entered SMI HQ. There were seven scientists, all well versed in human and Khristian phisiology, memory loss, and memory restoration. There were also two psychatirsts and one professional doctor. All of them were eager to be paid, and to be away from the endless fighting.

They were a vengeful, yet practical group. They knew they had to be cautious and subtle, or the powers that be might sweep them away to some hellhole. They would succeed where the machinations and servents of Quin Izumi had failed.

But they were all also loyal to their respective bosses. To some, that was General Rudolph Corbelli, head of the Khristian Resistince in Der Angst Mars and Kaenei Mars. To others, it meant Joseph Ikatori, who was more of a charismatic politican than a dogged general.

But Unotou(from the Corbelli camp) thought that they would be able to work together, for they had a common goal, and they were close to acheiving it. As they all understood, this was a first step in establishing a new Khristian geopolitical unit, although, they weren't sure how...

Yebanutiy smiled as he surveyed his team. Then he started speaking:

‘This is a message to you from the late Allanean President, written only hours before his death. He expected this meeting to occure, and wrote this for you.

‘Friends, citizens, Khristians!

Yes, you have not been mistaken. I called you ‘citizens’ and ‘Khristians’. Because that is what you are. Citizens and Khristians. Because while they can destroy a physical emanation of what you are, while they can desecrate the walls of your cities and burn your libraries, not even all the guns in the world may take away who you really are. No one, not Admiral Farragut and not even Gengis Khan himself can take way your right to be free. Nothing can kill freedom – not a gun, not a missile, not a beam cannon.

A friend of mine has a mithril plaque in her office. That plaque says: ‘"We have known freedom's price. We have shown freedom's power. We will see freedom's victory."’ If indeed that message is reaching you, friends, you will know that, indeed, freedom’s victory is at hand.

Today, you will fight for freedom. Not with guns, bombs, or beam cannon. But with your mind. For guns do not kill people. People kill people. No gun, bomb, or beam cannon may kill without the brain of its users. It is your heart and mind that will set you free and throw down your oppressors. Know now, that as long as your heart retains the love of freedom and your mind works towards freedom, you will never be fully enslaved – and you never will be permanently enslaved, either.

This instute is your battlefield. Make it your Lexington.’

The Khristians cheer.

As they get to their new workplaces, Yebanutiy walks up to the ex-military man and gives him a slip of paper. It says: ‘Let’s part the waters. 356-545-556’

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TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: MicroBrewer

RE: PROGRESS

Started work on Projects Zikaron and Yeziat Mizraim. Gave Pep talk.

In Orbit, above Dajdbog

With a series of powerful flashes, eleven ships come out of hyperdrive.

‘Are we ready for the music, Captain?’

‘Yeah, baby. Go kick ass.’

And immediately, five Nova-Texan freighters, outfitted for basic personnel transport, swoop down towards the Qaaolchouran territory.

The captain smiles. Somewhere below, thousands of refugees huddled together to be packed like Sardines, shoved into the ships that awaited them in orbit, and then kept in stasis till they got to the part of Nova-Texas the locals had generously granted to them. Some wouldn’t survive the journey, sure. The inevitable stasis failures in some pods and the crowded conditions would combine to kill some – if someone awoke, he would jammed in a steel coffin for two weeks – enough to kill anyone, and slowly. But the risk was worth it, thought the captain. For the great prize – that of freedom – even greater risks were worth it.

In the Institute

Yebanutiy smiled as he surveyed the volunteers. There were more than he expected – about two hundred. In the next few months, he thought, many would be dead. Some would become gibbering humanoid monkeys, wetting themselves, drooling on their shirts until someone euthanized them. But now, Yebanutiy respected them – because they were ready to risk that for freedom – not even their own, but that of their brothers.

‘OK, let us begin.

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TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: MicroBrewer

RE: PROGRESS

Found Guinea Pigs. Began work on Zikaron in earnest. Commenced Yeziat Mizraim

The makeshift personal transports launched from the KhristiCorp corporate spaceport in Qaaolchourav Mars. There was going to be fourteen more launches today, each of them carrying five thousand people and their belongings, just as this ship was.

It wasn't hard for KhristiCorp to get ahold of transports, it was simply the speed with which it was required. But the cost wasn't low and the task wasn't easy. Most Khristians were surpirsed that there was still a KhristiCorp in existence.

Back in the Institute

Yebanutiy smiled as he got the FAX print-out and re-read it. Here it was. A result of two grueling months of work of his compatriots of the Kazansky research institute. ‘We find that the referenced event did take place, or that at least the truth of said event can be inferred with a likelihood of above 75%. This is based not only on records of stock market records of huge pharmaceutical purchases of substances related to the projected operation, but also on records of public protests in the Federation (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=6082486&postcount=4) to the action.

According to purchase and stock market records we uncovered, the following substances normally used in certain methods of memory erasal and implanting were purchased in massive quantities:

[list of substances]

We suspect the [name of method] method was used, but your doctor would know better.’

For the last month, the Khristian researchers at the institute were re-reading this FAX, trying to find ways to reverse the process. So far, no success.

The door opened, and a Khristian was led in. His mouth was open, and he stared meaninglessly at at Yebanutiy as drool trickled out of his mouth and onto his shirt. Yebanutiy shrugged. Only yesterday, this was a gifted engineer – one who volunteered for the project out of the sheer love of his people. Today, he had progressive Alzheimer.

‘So?’ asked Yebanutiy.

‘Withing several days, he will lose the last shreds of sentience. He will then, we presume, forget how to swallow, then starve.’

‘I see, ‘ sighs Yebanutiy, suppressing the urge to vomit. With a tired look on his face, he draws the Makarov and levels it at the face of the creature that just yesterday was, in a way, his brother in arms.

‘Experiment 156, failed’

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TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: MicroBrewer

RE: PROGRESS

Yeziat Mizraim stage one accomplished. Zikaron wasting guinea pigs, but struggling along.

In Dajdbog

Yebanutiy stared in shock. The Khristian that stood in front of him smiled as he resumed reciting some junk piece of Khristian poetry.

‘What?’ gasped Yebanutiy,

‘Experiment 245, Sir’, said the Khristian scientist that accompanied the youth.

‘Wait a second, you did the entire deprivation-suggestion cycle to him?’

‘Yes.’

‘And then you tried…’

‘Compound 540’ – replied the scientist with a trace of a proud smile – a trace from an era when pride or smiles were possible.

‘The retrovirus?’

The scientist nodded.

‘Aftereffects? Sideffects?’ Yebanutiy shrugged as he though of Experiments 243, 244, and 200 – they had their memory return, but suffered from incurable, terrible headaches. They begged him to shoot them. Experiment 230 had halucinations. He broke a window and slit his wrists with the glass. Experiment 196 simply had his brain cause a crazy adrenalin rush and accelerate his heartbeat to where it no longer took it. They all where successful memory restorations though.

‘None, Sir.’ The scientist thought of the same, at least judgiing by how he paled.
‘In fact, we tried it on six other subjects. Works flawlessly’

‘Good. Start working on a commercial version.’

Yebanutiy started humming a happy tune as he began composing his report. It was nice being on a winning team, for once.

In orbit of Nova-Texas

The pilot smiled as the craft descended down to the awaiting colony. He knew, from the craft’s self-diagnosis gear, that some of the stasis cells failed, killing about two hundred Khristians who awoke in mid-transit in a locked coffing – with air, but without any food or water. In theory, they would be dead in ten days. Some took more, some less. But the people who really deserved pity would be those who awoke to find their mothers, daughters, and sons dead.

Still, he thought, it was a success. Tomorrow, the plans of those evil rulers that planned to deny Khristians their freedom would fail terribly – and those soldiers who died trying to deny the Khristians their freedom would have died in vain. It was as he was defiling the graves of thousands, nay millions of the enemies of Abu-Dhabi – who, by coincidence, where also enemies of Allanea.

In other words, it was fun.

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TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: MicroBrewer

RE: PROGRESS

Zikaron making first success. Yeziat Mizraim stage two accomplished.

When the first group of Khristians arrived at Nova-Texas they went about securing supplies, mateirals, and various other things needed to start an urban and industrial base. Meanwhile Khristian and Allanean ships continued to transport Khristians from Mars to Nova-Texas.

Somewhere in Allanea

"Good morning! I am George McDougall, Sergeant, Imperial Guard!"

The Khristian trainees were silent. Long, long rows of men with rifles stood in front of McDougall. Raw material, he thought. Complete lack of skill.

"Listen to me! I don't care where you fought! I don't give a damn where you trained! I don't give a damn who you are! You people are scum! You people are the most worthless bags of rotten pus I have seen in my entire LIFE! And if you really were soldiers, you wouldn't f**king be here today, you worthless f**ks!"

McDougall took a breath.

"But you boys lucked out. King Napoleon and the Pre… I mean, duke Charleville have shown their mercy, and decided to lend their help to worthless shmucks like you. So today, I am going to begin helping you.

SHMUCKS!!! Welcome to the Ted Nugent Training Camp! The best Allanea can offer! Now, and till the end of the training, I am in charge. I don't care what your rank was and I don't care who you are, because if you really were SOLDIERS, and not the walking, talking, worthless pieces of degrading SHIT you are, you wouldn't end up here. You'd be drinking beer in Griffin. But you are NOT SOLDIERS. You are SHIT. It is my job to make soldiers of you. And from now on, I am Sergeant. YOU!"

A young Khristian troop blinks at McDougall.

"How do you spell "sergeant"?"

The Khristian, who is familiar with military service from movies, replies in his best "army-style":

"S-E-R-G-E-A-N-T, SIR!"

"Wrong. Give me fifty. OK, scum. Sergeant is spelt G-O-D. From now and till the end of your training, I am God. Is that understood? I want to hear a "yes, Sergeant."

"YES, SERGEANT!" – replied the recruits.

And so it began.

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TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: MicroBrewer

RE: PROGRESS

Began mass-production of the Zikaron Substance. Project Zikaron complete. Proceeding with Operation Yeziat Mizraim. Have begun training Moses’ army.

Allanea, Jericho System HQ

Joel Kamp smiled as he looked at the print out. Indeed. They have not lied.

The report was true. Sixteen pictures, taken with the powerful subspace telescopes of the Jericho shield/telescope/transmitter system of systems all over the Apache Chain have found it - by the subspace disturbance generated by the three immense warp gates.

Mercury IV. The largest concentration camp known to man.

He grinned as he reached for the fax machine.

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TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: Brewery

RE: PROGRESS

Located Main Link. Do you need the address?

It had been almost a year now, and the Zara-Khrista colony contiued to grow. It had a bustling industrial base which was geared towards war production so that the small state could easily defend itself. Out of the twelve million Khristians in the colony, most of them were involved in the military. It was truly reminiscent of the rennaissance that Quin Izumi had ushered in during his time as leader of ADK. but that was 2014, and this was 2285...And the Khristians had some more sophisticated weapons than back then.

Dozens of warvessels were being constructed in space while beneath Zara-Khrista's surface thousands of miners unearthed the materials to construct these vessels. Large amounts of land in Zara-Khrista were used to train troops for combat and to store weapons of war for the upcoming battle.

But not all of the Khristians were on a warfooting, there were many peaceful expeditions being made to Earth in an attempt to recolonize the Khristian homeland and make it more liveable and to fix the massive ecological damage that FSP and NYNJ had done to it and the surrounding area.

Pyotr Kirrillovich Yebanutiy grinned devilishly. He was no longer working in the Institute, no. He has been promoted. He was now in charge of the whole network of projects included under the name of Project Egypt. The Sklifasovksi Institute in Svarog. The Kazansky institute in Rejistania. The training camps in Nova-Texas and Allanea, where Khristians where taught to fight. The factories in Dalania where the Zikaron Substance was manufactured by the ton – and it was still dubious if it would be enough, thought Yebanutiy.

He looked out of the window of his Stephen Harper AV-6. Below him, the sun reflected on the surface of the sea. It was hard for Pyotr to believe that the water below was once a flourishing, populated nation. But so it was, apparently. Soon, however, he thought, things were going to change – which, he thought, was even more unbelievable. He turned to his secretary:

“Martha, darling, do me a favour… prepare a 100-million money order to Zara-Khrishta. We need them to get back on their feet as much as possible.”

TOP SECRET, EYES ONLY

TO: KASKAD, BUREAU 4, PROJECT ZIKARON, COLONEL POLKOVNIKOV

FROM: Brewery

RE: PROGRESS

Looking for appropriate participants in Operation Arez Muvtahat. Project Yeziat Mizraim complete. Moses' army growing as planned.