NationStates Jolt Archive

President Alexander Christos was already standing by the poduim as the media began pouring into the Government Statement Room. He smiled, and greeted the reporters, most of which he knew. After all the greetings were finished, and media personel began taking their seats. Alex waited for them to get settled before he returned to the poduim.

"Good Day ladiers and gentlemen. I am here to announce to the citizens of Tanuio, and to the world that the Purification Act has been accepted by our Congressmen and I. Now, I know some of you may or may not know what the Purification Act actually does, so I shall briefly explain to you what it's purpose is.

The Purification Act is a bill that says all people not deserving citizenship of Tanuio must leave our nation, or be imprisoned. This includes all non-believers (athiests) jews, arabs, communists, and any other that our government deems unpure. Now some of you may be wondering why would we have to promote such a bill? Well I have the simple answers.

Today a large Refugee Camp was attacked by a task force from the tribal areas. The task force killed an estimated 500,000 people, including 500 Tanen citizens who were distributing food and medicine. This task force was later captured, and found to be made up communists, athiests, arabs, and jews. Now if some of you think this is only a small percentage of the non-believing population let me tell you this. In the cities of Tugaro, and Gurten crime against the Christians is at an all time high. Non-believers have been seen stalking the streets waiting for any christian to cross their paths. Once they have met the Non-Believers will then precede to murder, and rob the person. Over 50,000 Christians have died this way, in these two cities alone.

The non-believers are a menace to the Christian way of life and will stop at nothing to destroy it. I say to you all today that the perfect Tanuio is one made up of Christians only."

A greet applause came from the media. Everyone stood up, and clapped giving praise to the President. Alex smiled again.

"Now any questions?"

"Mr.President, how will we expell these scum from our nation?"

"Simple, we will deport them in large container ships. They themselves will determine where they go."

"Mr.President is this some sort of scheme to divert attention from the ongoing conflict in the tribal areas?"

"Not at all. I make decisions for this nation, that I believe will make us stronger. But now that you speak of the tribal area conflict let me update you. We have over 35,000 enemy confirmed kills, while taking only 560 casualties. Our airforce has complete air superority, our navy is uncontested. While all this is happening an entire Infantry Division is devoted to sending our medical supplies and food to the unluckly inhabitants of the Tribal Area. The conflict is expected to be over in two weeks the most.

Now I am sorry if anyone else has any more questions but I must leave. Thank you all for coming and good day."

Onboard the Container Ship Yolanda
Captain Schmelling looked worried. Three meduim sized vessels have been shadowing him for nearly an hour. His attempts to communicate have failed. He now looked through an hourglass trying to determine the origins of the ship. A young sailor nearby calls out to the captain.

"Captain, I believe it's coming closer."

Indeed the three vessels were nearing the container ship. Onboard the Captain was resonsible for the lives of nearly 250 people, deemed "unpure" by the government. He almost wanted to laugh at that notion. The people onboard we mostly made up of the elderly, and small families with children. The captain thought the President must of gone insane, signing the bill into power.

The three ships were now within 100 meters of the container ship. The unknown vessels were old, painted in the military shade of gray. Noone was on deck. The Captain and his crew all watched, waiting for the crew onboard the ships to make some sort of communication signal to them. But nothing happened. Everyone was now crammed on deck, watching the mysterious ships.

Finally a heavy metal door flung open. A man stepped out, holding an armed RPG-22 Rocket. He fired it at the bridge of the ship, immediately killing the captain, and some of the crew. Now all three ships had men pouring out shooting rifles, and machine guns with armoured piercing rounds. Rockets bombarded the ship, making large gaping holes in the hull. The rounds from the rifles peppered into the crowd of people. It was a massive killing. Everyone onboard was killed, or left severly wounded.

One of the three vessels approached the now empty container ship. A single man stepped onboard, holding a high explosive device in between his arms. He placed the explosive in the engine room, and went back onto his ship. The following explosion shook the water, and the container ship started to slowly sink. Onboard one of the three vessels a man walked up to a senoir officer.

"Sir, container ship is sunk. That's 4 in a day, not too shabby."

"Good work Taylor. Report that to HQ, remember no wired messages. Give the report to the General personally."

"Yes sir."

The three ships turned, and headed back to a small undisclosed base.

President's Room
A large bulky man opens the door to President Alex's room. He steps in and hands the President a report.

"We sank 4 today sir, but our sonars have confirmed 7 have gotten by. They were too far off to get."

"Not a problem general. Can't win them all. Also, make sure that crew you have doesn't sink every ship they can. If we want this to be believably some have to get by."

"Yes sir."

"That's all, you may leave."

The General quickly left slamming the door behind him.

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A squad of Xavarian Secret Police slowly pulled up to a small red house. They disembark their vehicales, each holding a MP-5SD. They line up against the door of the house. One member throws a flashbang grenade into one of the windows. After the loud concusion is heard, they move into the house. They quickly find the unpure family, watching TV. The squad leader shouts at them.

"Xavarian Police, everyone up."

The four member family, which included a father, mother, and two sons, slowly stood. They knew what was coming. The men let loose their sub-machine guns, spitting rounds into their bodies. Each body shook violently before falling hard on the ground. The Xavarian Police then shot 1 round into each head, before dousing their bodies with gasoline. They then spread gasoline throughout the entire house. Once every team member was outside, the squad leader lit a match. He quietly whispered under his breathe.

"For our Lord."

He then dropped the match into a big barrel of gasoline. The resulting fire could be seen from miles away.

OOC:Similar experiences happened to various other homes. Estimated 200 killed in 1 day.