NationStates Jolt Archive

“Du Arschloch,” the scream resounded through the silent city. “I will kill you! You son of a bitch! I will tear your heart out and eat it for breakfast! I will gouge your eyeballs out with a toothpick and grind your skull into a fine powder! I will kill you!”

Following the screaming, a heavy thud sounded, then nothing. Stadt des Meeres, in the silence of the night, awoke abruptly. The eerie silence which had plagued the region, when it had made sound, although very far away, sound extremely lucid and coherent. However, this sound, being closer then usual, sounded to the people as if it happened right outside their doors. In a matter of two minutes since the outburst, every light in the city was on, flushing the immediate area with a faux light much like an artificial sun in the middle of the night. The time read 0333 within The Dictatorship and worried parents, ex-soldiers now, hushed their children back to bed as they stepped outside to isolate the commotion.


The children, unwilling to miss the intense excitement that had instantaneously spurred, crawled from the beds, sliding on their fluffy cat, dog, or bunny slippers, and stealthily slid toward opened doors and cracked windows, trying desperately to catch a glimpse from one of the nearby adults about what had just occurred. Just like all children of The Dictatorship, the thrill of war and a battle coursed through their veins. Sparking their interest, a select few decided to do as they dreamt of doing for a long time now; joining the scene. Silently a few children, in training for a years now since they had turned three, crept out of their houses unnoticed by neither their parents nor their siblings, nor even their family dog. Meeting at a place, that for over two years had been just a place they entered in their dreams in hope of the forewarning of battle, they gathered together within a few minutes from the time of the incident. Sharing the collected information each had gathered the seven children, grins and mischievous smiles, stalked along the outskirts of the city, doing what they were taught best to do, find the perpetrator before he/she escaped. And now, clandestine as they were, they had come face to face with a threat more powerful then any of them had imagined. The strong grin of man, evidentially of military status stood before them, as if predicting the children’s location before the crime had even been committed.

“I was wondering when you would get here,” his grin becoming more noticeable. “I have a proposition for you,” he spoke clearly.

A small child among the group stood up boldly, “And what is it that you could offer to us that is of any importance,” she boldly shot back, confident and powerful.

“Oh, did I make that sound like you had a choice?” he manically laughed, as from out of seemingly no where, six of the seven children were seized and restrained before they could react. The seventh, the bold girl who had just spoke out stood without fear as six of her comrades were captured around her. She stood glaring into the eyes of her enemy, whose face unrecognizable to her was somehow familiar.

Instantly, without warning, she dropped backward, kicking him in the groin as she completed the flip. She dropped to her knee pulling out a pistol, aiming in right between the eyes of her stooping enemy, or at least……what should have been between the eyes of her stooping enemy. She looked up confused that the man had not fallen.

“So......you are the one I am looking for after all. Men, mission accomplished,” he coldly remarked as he brought down the butt of his rifle to her head, knocking her unconscious.

The activity of the search party within the city drowned out all sounds of the action that had just taken place on the outskirts. The men, with their captured prey, looked up behind the city; Mathias’s mansion was standing ominously overlooking the widespread city below it. The man grinned and spoke warningly, “We shall be paying you a visit. Oh, the visit we will be paying you.” As silently as they came, the men left, taking seven more, than they had started with, along with them.


“She’s dead!” Rang out loudly from amid the city, “What? No way! Someone, find Der Fuhrer immediately,” shouted a frantic ex-soldier and who was now father.

“Who is dead?” many concerned people had asked, with confusion spreading across their faces. Who could be that important to merit Der Fuhrer’s immediate knowledge?

Shocked and in disbelief he dejectedly answered, “She’s dead. Lady Lux is dead.”



OOC: Once again, you know my RP's. The OOC thread is:
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=365096

Keep the OOC talk to that thread, including all questions and concerns. This is open to anyone, as long as they first sign the OOC thread before hopping into here.

Alright, here we finally go!

:D

“M’lady…we’ve received word from Dieten…mission accomplished…” stammered a young liaison who sounded only 15 years old.

“Fool, what are we waiting for then? Get The Dictatorship” responded a giggle sounding awfully young and girly for a person of power.

Without delay the liaison picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a long number and let the phone ring until someone picked up. When some unknown person answered the phone…in Mathias’s mansion…the liaison asked to speak with Der Fuhrer Dyszel.

Summoned from the midst of her actions, Der Fuhrer Dyszel answered her own privated phone, not know what to expect at all.

The line was unsecure, she could easily tell, and she clenched her jaw angerily at thought of some joker calling her.

"Hello," her voice sounded, as if ready to kill someone.

"DFD, it's been awhile. I have something of your's and I'm sure you would like it back. I take it as if you didn't hear the news, but I'll save you a hassle. Your Lady Lux is dead. I have in my possession seven young individuals you know quite well," the voice, clearly of a young girl giggled back.

Der Fuhrer's heart stopped. Was she trying to deceive her? No, there could be no possible way. No one knew about her trainees. No one, but the trainers. She spoke slowly and coldly, "Understood." She was about to continue, when something about that voice struck her as familiar.

The girl's voice giggled again, "Oh, and can I call you mom? Or mommy? Or mother? Or DFD? What was that promise you made again?"

Der Fuhrer dropped the phone, realizing precisely who she was talking to. She took a few steps backward, but before she could realize what was happening, she was laying on the ground, unconscious.

Richard awoke with a scream.

"Sir, is everything alright in there?"

A burly guard walks into the room, worried for his nations leader; the only man who could fix the problems that bothered everyone in Adyndril so. His utter faith in his leader is not misplaced. Richard, even compared to the hulk like guards who stand watch when he sleeps, is a powerfully built man; his gray eyes pierce like a falcons gaze, and he stands ruggedly looking always on the brink of destruction.

"No, everything is alright; just a bad dream. Send in my advisors, I'll not get any more sleep tonight."

As the guard left to summon the High Councilors, Richard thought on the past days events, worried.

'bbbbrring, bbbbrring" Richard answers the phone, wondering who would bother him at this time of the morning. It was the head of his newly revamped intelligence department.

"Sir, we have intercepted this phone call between Der Fuhrer and an unknown party; shall I play a recording?"

"Aye, lets hear it then; remember that I do not advocate spying on one such as Der Fuhrer, even to test our newfound skills."

"No sir, it was an accidental interception; good thing too, it looks as if she might need your skills in the future."

After listening to the message, Richard falls to the ground, worried about the state of Der Fuhrer; a possible alliance was in the works and he didnt want anything to hamper that progress. It was quite possibly the only thing that could save Adyndril from its troubles.

Just then, a single knock on the door was followed by his advisors stepping into the room in single file, presenting themselves individually as per their ritual. 'I will have to stop this time wasting procedure someday,' Richard thinks vehemently.

"Good morning, First, we have much to speak of on this fine morn.."

BANG! Another bomb erupts in the city. Richard and his advisors rush to the window to see where the bomb erupted, to begin to assess the damage.

Stadt des Meeres, the silent city stationed farthest within The Dictatorship, farthest from all other nations, stood proudly on the border of the land, the ocean silently lapping and stretching out far into the distance. The air was crisp and cool, and a sole diplomat walked along the shore listening to the waves striking softly along the white sand. He stopped, stooping to pick up a small clam shell. It was purple, with a hint of orange. He sighed as he placed it into the pocket of his jacket, keeping his hands within the pockets to protect them against the chill in the air.

He knew of the events earlier that day, Der Fuhrer passing out after a mysterious phone call, the discovery of Lady Lux's dead body, the disappearance of seven exemplorary children. His daughter was among the seven missing, and as he paced the silent and vacant beach, his memories slid back to years before.......when this nation was proud and strong, deadly and powerful; when the world they lived in was never dull or boring; when his daughter had to hold his finger to keep steady as she stooped over to pick up all the purple shells while her mother, his wife, held a bucket full of purple shells that their daughter had already picked up.

His mind unknowingly went back to the knowledge he now possessed; a meeting at Greifsgrad.......the resurrection of GDODAD. Although the nation had been long involved in the matters of GDODAD; few times had the nation acted due to current status of the nation. In his mind this meeting needed to be attended.......in his mind, The Dictatorship needed this meeting more then anything.

He turned his heel and headed back to his house, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly. If he could not convince Der Fuhrer to go, then he knew he would go, even if alone. The nation was dead and he knew as long as they remained inside their shell that nothing would ever be accomplished.

Silently entering Mathias's mansion, the sole diplomat slid past the guests and others congregated below. He found himself to the hidden staircase and slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor.

He knew that Der Fuhrer had been on the second floor somewhere, and silently he searched all the rooms until he came across Mathias's bedroom. Inside Der Fuhrer lay in the bed, propped up with pillows drinking a glass of Bourbon. Mathias sat alongside her; as if protecting her from something.

Sighing, perceiving he already knew the answer, he walked up to Der Fuhrer Dyszel. Taking in a deep breath, he slowly exhaled and began, "Der Fuhrer, I have received word from Natalya. It appears she calls all GDODAD nations to Greifsgrad. From my intelligence, this meeting is predicted to be large, but if you do not go I want you to know that I will be going with or without your company."

He shifted his weight slightly before continuing, "They took my little girl Der Fuhrer. A received this on my doorstep this afternoon; no one saw who placed it there, but I think you should read it," he slowly spoke as his shaking hands searched inside his pocket for a small piece of pink flowered paper. His shaking hand extended slowly as Der Fuhrer took the paper.

Reading it, it began: I have taken your daughter. You shall never see her again just as I shall never see my mother again. You claim to bless us children with gifts of power and prestige but you take away what means the most to us and that's our love. I've given your daughter a better place to live now. You'll never get her back. ~Genocide

Der Fuhrer crinkled the paper angerily. "She has taken this too far now," she thought to herself as she got up quickly from the bed.

Coldly, sounding of ice, she shot to Mathias, "Mathias, get my things. I am going to Greifsgrad. I will be leaving shortly. And Mathias, I am sorry for all this, but I am afraid I must take you with me for your protection. Grab your items as well."

She looked to the diplomat and spoke clearly, "We will leave in two hours. Be ready to go with us. I will get your daughter back, but first, I must see an old friend."

At the thought of Natalya, her coldness warmed. Natalya, it will be my pleasure to attend this meeting.

General Farkas had dispatched two squads of tanks to see what all the commotion was about. One was of Magyar type tanks, and the second, coming behind it, was of T-98's.

Freydis Blomberg was the commander of the lead tank of the first squad. An eccentric person, she had attatched what appeared to be metal bat wings to her helmet, and the rest of her tank crew had highly customized their tank, and it looked quite odd.

She peered into the darkness from where the noises were coming from, but even with her incredible night vision (Callisdrunians are famous for it) she could not make out anything yet. A thick fog was descending, obscuring her view even further. The night air was cold, but to her it was quite warm. In Callisdrun, at this time, the temperature was probably below zero. It was quite surreal, because the only sounds in the immediate vicinity were the low rumble of the tank engines and the clickity-clack of their treads on the pavement.

Before long, though, she could make out something and a little while later the scene came into plain view.

Through the thick cold fog Tullio walked. He gazed intently off in the distance, thinking, "Are those tanks?"

Tullio rubbed his eyes. The tank column seemed ordinary enough. But the first one also had sillowettes of... bat wings?!

Tullio took out his specialized glasses that with a push of a button would direct a lightwave towards any object they were worn towards. "Bat wings", Tullio said. "What the f--- are they ever for? Are these bastards gonna start flying through our neighborhoods now too?!"

Tullio's golden retriever Sammy just then broke free and headed straight for the first tank column. "Sh--!" Tullio said outloud. "Sammy's gonna get himself killed."

This thread is merging into our war thread, because of the sudden and more active response there:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=274848&page=248&pp=15

Read from that page and up to find out the current situation. Everything you pretty much need is stated there for setting the scene.

Through the thick cold fog Tullio walked. He gazed intently off in the distance, thinking, "Are those tanks?"

Tullio rubbed his eyes. The tank column seemed ordinary enough. But the first one also had sillowettes of... bat wings?!

Tullio took out his specialized glasses that with a push of a button would direct a lightwave towards any object they were worn towards. "Bat wings", Tullio said. "What the f--- are they ever for? Are these bastards gonna start flying through our neighborhoods now too?!"

Tullio's golden retriever Sammy just then broke free and headed straight for the first tank column. "Sh--!" Tullio said outloud. "Sammy's gonna get himself killed."

OOC: The bat wings are on her helmet, not the tank, lol.

this isnt going to be pretty, mostly because im retarted and mostly because im not creative..

*thinks of killing off his national enemies*

Again, this thread has merged into this one:
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthrea...&page=248&pp=15

And secondly, that is why I said to telegram me for AIM or MSN names so that we can work on helping out those who do not know how to do this. It is fairly simple if you are willing to learn.