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The Red Hand of Kordo
-Story RP
-An offshoot of The Kordo Rebellion (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=356829)
-Any comments/suggestions/helpful criticism welcome!
-May contain language and violence not suitable for some audience members. You have been warned.


Outskirts of Kordo City

Richard Jo’ha looked out the car window at the bank across the street. His team of ten commandos was one of dozens of cells who had orders to bring the war to the civilian population. This particular bank was popular with the people that lived in this quiet suburb of Kordo City. While the recent attacks had caused tighter security in Kordo City itself, the Loyalist pigs did not have enough forces to guard the entire island. His watch beeped at him, announcing five minuets to six, almost closing time for the bank. This meant the security guards and employees were tired from a long day at work, and were the most distracted. He looked at the men around him and motioned for them to get out of the van. He left his AK-74 on his shoulder to give his arms more freedom to move. He didn’t expect any trouble for this mission; it was going to be a milk run. Go in, get the money, and get out. No dead bodies and no one gets hurt.

Richard and his men burst out of the van, rapidly crossing the empty street. As they entered, Richard saw the security guard go for his weapon, but the guards was down before he could do anything about the attackers. He hadn’t wanted to kill the guard, though his death just meant one less hostage. Richard surveyed the scene unfolding around him as his men quieted everyone down, and closed the shades to make the bank appear to have closed. Once the scene was under control, he ordered the bank manager on duty to open the safe. He than had two of his men strip down to the civilian clothes they had been wearing underneath, and walk the containers of money to the stolen armored truck they had driven in.

Meanwhile, his men were systematically destroying the computer, video and other physical evidence of them ever being here. As they did so, Richard realized that leaving witnesses that could identify at least the two men who had moved the money to the vans was a very bad idea. So, as his men finished up, he pulled out his pistol and brutally shot the witnesses in the back of the skull. Richard did not enjoy killing innocents, but these were no doubt Loyalist supporters he assured himself. If they weren’t, they would be fighting Loyalist forces like they were supposed to. Then, with all evidence of them gone, they exited the bank, and drove away with over a million Kors, and in cash and other valuables. Just over three fourths would go to fund the rebellion and future operations of the cell. The rest would go to his men’s private bank accounts hidden safely in numerous countries. Of course their bosses couldn’t find out about that little detail…

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Across Kordo City, ten more raids were launched. Two ended in the capture or death of the terrorists ambushed upon their exiting the banks, three would end in a gun battle with Loyalist authorities, and ultimately the terrorists’ deaths. Another two terrorist cells were captured else where in the city shortly after the bank robberies. The other almost three went perfectly, though one cell fled the country with the money shortly after. All told the still new terrorist group, The Red Hand, would take in two million Kors, more than enough to continue funding their operations into the near future.

Richard Jo’ha, dressed in a black trench coat, strolled into the rental building from the cold night, and began looking around. The man behind the counter jerked awake and eyed him suspiciously, but eventually ignored him and went back to sleep. Suddenly, the sound of a truck starting broke the silent. Richard swore under his breath as he saw the employee jolt to awareness. Richard’s men had watched dozens of vehicle rental places, looking for the easiest to steal a truck from. He had hoped to steal it without being noticed, but it seems like that would not be possible now. As the employee ran around the counter, Richard whipped out the Desert Eagle he had hidden in his coat and opened fire on the man. Even as the employee was falling, Richard ran towards where he knew the security tapes were. He picked the right tape and stuck it in his coat. Then, as the truck pulled up to the building, he ran out. This truck had a very special mission, to take the fight to the government…

Kordo City

As night fell, and people began to head home, a rental truck pulled in front of the Kordo City Mayors Office. Making sure no one was observing, the driver of the rental reached to the glove box and flipped a small red switch. With his job done, the driver got out of the car and wiped down any surface he may have touched. Finally he looked around to check if anyone was paying too close attention to him, and strolled off into the night, leaving not evidence of who he was or what he was doing. He was just another worker walking home.

Later That Night
As midnight approached the security guards for the office building began to notice something was wrong. The truck in front of their building had been parked there for several hours, more than enough time for the driver to visit one of the many watering holes in the area. As the chief of security was dialing the towing service, he noticed a strange blinking red light in the window of the van. The chief realized what the van contained as two hundred pounds of explosives ripped through the building.

The blast rocked the neighborhood, shaking house for miles around. It destroyed the entire facade of the Mayor’s office taking several offices of high-ranking Kordo officials with it. Had the blast occurred during the day, authorities estimated that the death toll would have been in the hundreds instead of the seven that were killed. While some people believed it was a random act of violence, or perhaps an attack timed poorly, some recognized it for what it was. The police and the Kordoan Intelligence Office had no leads, and there was no evidence of who was behind the attack, though it was widely regarded in the intelligence sector that the mysterious “Red Hand of Kordo” was behind it.

Intelligence Chief and Advisor to the President, Henry Rey, looked at the reports. Dozens of bank robberies, bombings and attacks since the end of the rebellion had been linked to the “Red Hand” in one way or another. Rey and the entire intelligence community in Kordo was taken completely off guard by this group’s attacks. There attacks, though they might be regarded as random acts of violence by the masses, each had a specific message. The bank robberies all targeted the two major Kordoan banks that lent large amounts of funds to the ‘Loyalist’ regime. The bombings all targeted buildings were well known pro-government leaders lived or worked, while the attacks targeted Loyalist troops or their leaders. It seemed to suggest that these terrorists were efficient and above all else vengeful. They would stop at nothing to get their revenge.

Richard Jo’ha gripped his AK-74 tightly as he peered through his night vision goggles at the scene unfolding below him. A short train, five cars in all, was stopped on the tracks, just below the steep hill his men waited on. The train had stopped barely in time to avoid a large tree that had been placed rather inconveniently by The Red Hand. Richard motioned to his men to move to their positions. As they spread out, Richard watched the train disgorge a complement of well-armed troops. Most went to clear the tree from the tracks while the rest formed a perimeter around the train and its secret, dangerous cargo.

Richard’s radio clicked twice indicating his men were in position, and ready to strike.

He picked up his radio and spoke the simple words that had been the battle cry of the rebellion; “Freedom Now!”

On cue, his men opened fire on the train, dropping dozens of troops in hail of sniper shots and automatic fire. Most of the enemy troops scattered or dropped to the ground, while others stood and attempted to return fire, and were quickly dispatched. Richard shook his head, these troops were inexperienced. It seemed that the military high commands stupidity was at a new high, and that they had been depending on secrecy to protect their greatest threat. Or maybe what the rebellion bosses were saying was true, that these new alliances really were removing the Kordoan peoples’ independence and strength, strength that began and ended with the military. Richard shook his head. These thoughts were best for another time.

Hearing an explosion coming from the train, he turned his attention towards the source, watching as his men began clearing the train. After a minuet or two and several bursts of machine gun fire, one of his men, or 'terrorists' as the media was fond of calling them, waved towards Richards’s position, indicating all clear. He walked down the steep hill and entered the center car. The car was bare except for two of his men, two dead guards, and a beaten, and bloody Will Kordo. Richard’s face sprouted a rare smile. Soon the Socialist rebellion would rise again, with Will Kordo at its forefront.

Will Kordo was a very happy man. After being in prison for nearly six months, he was free again to do what he wanted. Will was disappointed with the size of his force, of course. Richard was not nearly as charismatic as Will, but he had kept the true believers together, which had allowed them to do some impressive feats of freedom fighting for their just and righteous cause for freeing their fellow Kordoan’s from the Fascist Government.

And tonight was his big night. With the help of some well-spent bribes, and in some cases, the use of hackers, they would be able to control the airwaves of Kordo for some thirty minuets if need be. Now, it was time to use that time and to announce his return to Kordo. As the light above the camera lit up, Will began his speech.

“Workers of the World Unite! This is how I have begun all my speeches, yet now it is even more vitally important to do so! The fascist government has struck down the People’s Senate, and abolished minimum wage. And I tell you now RISE UP! No, the Revolution cannot be completed in a single day but you may be sure that we will carry the Revolution through to the full. You may be sure that for the first time the nation will be truly and entirely free and the people will have their just recompense. Power will not achieved through politics, but through the sacrifices of hundreds and thousands of our fellows. It is not a promise we make to ourselves but to the people, the whole Kordoan nation; the man who now has power has no commitments with anyone other than with himself.

But I do not believe that all the problems can be solved readily; we know the road is sown with obstacles, but we are men of good faith and we are always ready to face great difficulties. The people can be certain of one thing, and that is that I myself and my fellow men may make one or even many mistakes. But the only thing which cannot be said of us is that we have stolen, that we have profited from our position, that we have betrayed the movement. I know that the people can forgive mistakes but not dishonorable deeds, and what we had here were dishonorable men.

At last the time has come once again for the people to free themselves from this rabble. Now is the time for us to speak out, those that are for us. That was not the case here previously because until the present time, our enemy’s were the only ones [allowed] to speak out; and they spoke against us. There will be freedom for those who speak in our favor and for those who speak against us and criticize us. There will be freedom for all men because we will achieve freedom for all men. We shall never feel offended; we shall always defend ourselves and we shall follow a single precept, that of respect for the rights and feelings of others.

Let the thieves of yesterday and today beware! Let them beware! Because the Revolution's laws will soon reach out to draw in the guilty of every period. Because the Revolution will triumphed and has no obligations to anyone whatsoever. It's only obligation is to the people, to whom it owes its victory!

The men who fell in our first war of independence will soon join their efforts to those of the men who will fell in this war, and of all those who fell in the struggle for freedom. We can tell them that their dreams are about to be fulfilled and that the time has finally come when you, our people, our noble people, our people who are so enthusiastic and have so much faith, our people who demand nothing in return for their affection, who demand nothing in return for their confidence, who reward men with a kindness far beyond anything they might deserve, the time has come, I say, when you will have everything you need. There is nothing left for me to add, except, with modesty and sincerity to say, with the deepest emotion, that you will always have in us, in the fighters of the Revolution, loyal servants whose sole motto is service to you.”



(ooc:Speech based on "The Revolution Begins Now" by Fidel Castro)

President Jack Kordo II looked at his senior staff: Senior Presidential Advisor Henry Rey, Admiral Kevin Lotam and General Paber Du'Mou, along with the rest of his various senior advisors. With hijacking of the airwaves by The Red Hand, and Jack’s cousin’s masterful speech, attacks by The Red Hand and its copycat brethren had tripled literally overnight. Yet the most disturbing news had only just arrived, hand delivered by a platoon of Royal Guard troops to the Presidential Palace itself. Seeing that everyone was read, Jack motioned to for everyone to be quiet.
“I know I’ve all called you here on short notice, and in the middle of the night but Henry has just received some very disturbing news. Henry?”


Henry stood and cleared his throat. “After the defeat of the rebellion last year, thousands of supports began to leave the cause, including many of our agents. The reason simply was that only those stupid enough to remain, were those who were the most devoted, and therefore the most hard to recruit. That is to say until recently. We have recently man-”

A rather loud snort of disbelief from the Presidential Advisor of Intelligence and the head of the single Kordoan intelligence group, the feared Intelligenzdienst cut him short.
“Excuse my impatience, but how the hell did you manage to crack The Red Hand when my boys have been trying to crack it since the day we heard about it, when you have no staff, and no budget for this type of operation?”

Henry flashed a predatorily grin. “I have more power then you think. Now as I was saying we have managed to recruit several low level members, all of whom are rising stars in the organization. Considering this group is almost entirely made up of devotee’s of the once dead Will Kordo, and all of them served time in the Black Force, were we believe Will corrupted them that is pretty amazing in itself. Then, our friends got a high security message to all high-level members. While our friends did not get a copy themselves, they were able to ascertain that it detailed plans on an assassination attempt on several high level leaders in the government. If they succeeded, and with the Presidential dismissal of the Senates, the government would be powerless, and The Red Hand would frankly have the best chances in taking control. This is a risk we cannot take. So, with the ending of this meeting, all members in this room will be taken to several secure area’s in Kordo, in fact, even as I speak your families are being escorted out of the country. All high level security prisoners have been also been put under extra guard. This is no drill gentlemen, this is the real deal. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you again what the stakes are if something goes wrong.

Richard Jo’ha was studying a report on internal security when he heard the news: the government had taken the bait. Now, it was only a matter of time before their agent could strike. And with the deadly blow, the greatest threat to their movement would be gone. Of course, Richard knew Will wouldn’t approve, but then again, Will didn’t need to know. Will may have recruited the soldiers of The Red Hand, but Richard helped them survive when times were at their hardest. While their leader was scared and running, Richard had been planning missions, whether it was the nuking of the then loyalist city, or raids on government troops. Richard had been there for his soldiers, and he knew they would follow him.


ooc: incase your wondering, (which you aren’t cause no one reads this) this is foreshadowing a possible split in the red hand, or maybe a shift towards more extreme/peaceful tactics, im really not sure yet.

General Paber Du’Mou woke with a start, thinking he heard something on the roof. He had always been a deep sleeper, a talent he developed fighting rebellious workers in western Kordo, nearly twenty years ago. Yet, as he laid there feigning sleep he heard nothing. Paber mentally shook his head, still to fearful to show any sign of his awakening. Ever since he had been sent to the so-called “Red Islands” off of southern Kordo, he had been jumpy. Paber had been sent to the islands after reports surfaced of large weapons purchases by the semi-independent and fiercely socialist government.

Ever since a rebellion gave them semi-autonomy nearly a hundred years ago, the islands had been banned from having any weapons larger then 50 caliber, no navel combat ships, and only a limited un-armed air force to assist in rescue operations. In addition, only military ships were supposed to have access to the islands. Not civilian ships were supposed to come within five miles of the outer islands, or suffer the consequences. Yet recently elected Governor Linda Martes (who was exiled here after the rebellion) had supposedly been creating a little socialist empire on the islands.

Paber had been sent to investigate and if possible, bring the laws of the islands in concurrency with mainland Kordo. So far he hadn’t found anything large, just a few artillery pieces circa 1900. The rumors he had heard were much more interesting however. Locals who were adequately compensated told of a large number of military looking men, coming to the islands lately, on small cigar-boats favored by smugglers. Paber suspected that these men were members of The Red hand but as of yet he-

The rest of his thoughts, and his sleepiness disappeared as the sound of automatic fire and pain-filled screams filled the air. Swearing, Paber reached for the SMG he kept in his nightstand next to his bed. Then as quickly as it started, the noise stopped. Paber had the sick feeling in his stomach that it was because his guards were dead. If it was otherwise, someone would have radioed to see if he was alright. As he crept to his door, weapon in hand, he froze as he heard professional and calm voices came from down the hall. Voices, not of excited amateur rebels, or that of his concerned guards, but of professional soldiers, which could mean only one thing; someone had sent a hit squad after him.

The sound of breaking wood shattered semi-calm as a door down the hall was kicked in. Their looking for me he thought, panic clouding his mind. He tried to calm himself and guessed how far the soldiers were. At least ten doors away. He guessed it would take them at least thirty to forty seconds to clear and check each room. Paber checked the safety on his weapon and waited for the sound of a door breaking. Counting to forty, he swung open his door and rolled out firing as he did. His first shots hit one of the soldiers has he prepared to enter the next room, catching him by surprise. However, the soldiers quickly responded opening up with their weapons. Paber felt pain blossom in his shoulder and in his leg, but he willed himself to keep firing. Suddenly he felt everything starting to go black. No! It can’t end like this! his mind screamed. And then, General Paber Du’Mou felt no more.

President/Dictator Jack Kordo II, son of President Jack Kordo I, descendent of the famous and wealthy Kordo family line, for once in his life felt helpless.

“Damnit!” he growled and he paced around the room. “When did it happen, and why didn’t we know about it before hand? I thought you said we had the Red Islands resistance infiltrated!” Jack yelled.

A very harried looking Henry Rey sighed. “We did. Or rather we do. The thing is, we don’t, I don’t think it was the resistance. Or at least not the Red Island resistance. It was too professional, too precise. They knew exactly where all the guards would be, which rooms the servants slept in. The only thing they didn’t know was the room in which Paber was sleeping. And that was because he just came to the house earlier that same day.”

Jack stopped pacing. “Are you trying to tell me the Red Hand pulled this off? How the hell did they get to the Red Islands? And why they hell would they kill Paber? If Will’s back in charge, he didn’t order this, no way. He may not like the way I rule, but he wouldn’t have one of his own friends killed.”

Henry set down the reports he had been reading. “Its gone way beyond what it was before Jack, I think you know that. Do you want to know what I think? I think we really did break Will when we captured him. We broke him, and he’s lost it. He doesn’t care about friendships anymore. Its about him and what he wants, and the resistance is just a means of getting that. He’s lost it Jack, this time the rebellion needs to be crushed. For good this time.”

Jack swore. “Your right, you know that? As much as I hate to admit it, your right. Damnit, you always are Henry.” Jack sighed. “Do what you have to too kill the rebellion. Even if that means calling the Royal Guard out one them, do what you have to. I want this over with.”

Carrier Attack Group Jacoba, Red Island waters


Admiral Kevin Lotam read the orders to his Captains with relish. Paber had been a good friend of his, and now it was his turn to revenge his murder.

“We have just received orders to launch precision strikes on all government offices, starting with all police, military, and political targets, and general bombardment, by air and sea, of the three largest islands. Any threat to your airplanes or ships should be meet by overwhelming force. Captains Ivan and O'Neal, tell the marines on your ships to prep for an invasion. The orders are for them to stay on the ships for the time being. Until we get more supplies, I don't want us to land a marine expeditionary force if we can't supply them. Head back to your ships, where you will find your specific targets have been sent. No mercy, gentlemen, and no landing on the islands. All our boys have been pulled out already, so their will be no one to help them. That's all, dismissed!”

Richard Jo'ha ducked reflexively as a bomb exploded nearby. Richard swore. When the bombing began, he didn’t think the military knew about this hidden military complex.

Then, the idiot Red government began fleeing here, trying to seek refuge with the Red Hand. Unfortunately, they weren’t trained in military tactics, much less evading surveillance. And, they led the Kordoan military right to the complex. They thought the complex was just at the surface level, not the dozen or so level complex that was the main spot of operation underground. And so the military wasn’t bombing as intensely as they should have. Richard doubted they would even bother sending a large ground force to check it out. Suddenly, the bombing began to taper off. Soon, they should be able to leave again and fight whatever land forces the government landed.

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President Jack Kordo II swore as he say the title of the Kordo City Times: “Socialists Attack Pro-Government Rally.” There wasn’t much truth to the title however, in fact, it was a Socialist Rally that had been attacked, but the article itself did have some truth to them. Nearly two dozen Socialists had been killed and nearly two hundred injured in the violence. This gave the opposition some powerful ammunition to use against the government. Jack knew he should just be happy that the violence didn’t spread, but the damage was done in Kordo City. There had been several attacks on Socialist and Conservative party headquarters, and their party head-honchos. No all out rebellion, but it was close. Too close for comfort.

Jack looked closely at the man sitting across from him. Tall, lanky, and wearing a well worn suit two sizes two small, this man was the so-called ‘Premier’ of the Red Islands. He had been captured trying to flee the government air bombardment on his capital. Jack snorted; they always ran, but they never escaped. And now, it was time to crush the Socialist threat once and for all. He would revenge his friend’s murder, and the murder and oppression that Socialists had tried to push on the Kordoan people for hundreds of years.

“So Premier Nilats, that is what your people call you isn’t?” Jack said coolly. Nilats squeaked slightly in surprise at the coolness of Jack’s tone.

“How dare you put me under arrest! I am duly elected by the Socialist government that your father allowed to be established. I have diplomatic immunity, as do my staff, and I demand to be released and to be allowed to speak to my fellow officials.” announced Nilats.

Jack laughed. “That’s the key part Nilats, a government that my father allowed. He ‘allowed’ it to exist because it meant you and your fellow commies would leave the mainland alone. And do to the fact that you never legally established a independent government, or atleast never bothered to tell the mainland, you and your fellow socialists are under Kordoan jurisdiction.” Nilats gulped. “I believe the Attorney General is drawing up charges on every single islander. It seems you and your little friends have failed to pay taxes for about the last fifty years among other things.”

“Bu-but you can’t do that! The senate will never stand for it!”

“You really haven’t heard anything from the mainland in a long time have you Nilly? The senate’s been dissolved, its been dissolved for several months. I am the sole leader of this nation and I will not let your crimes go unpunished.” Jack pressed a small button on his desk, and several well-armed guards entered. “Mr. Nilats, you are now under arrest for crimes against the state. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You will be given and fair and expedient trial. A lawyer will be provided to you if you cannot hire one. However, do to the horrendous nature of your crimes; you will be tried before a military court. Do you understand these rights?” Nilats shook his yes meekly. “Good. Now soldiers, remove this trash from my office.”

Nilats, finally coming to terms with what was going on around him started to protest as the guards dragged him out of the room. “You can’t do this! Their will be protests across the islands, and on the mainland itself! I will be freed if you want to stay in power!”

Jack swept across the room, and punched Nilats in the face. “Never threaten me, understand scum? But I do thank you for the warning, I’ll make sure to warn my forces of your threat.”

“You can’t do this! You’ll never succeed!”

Jack smiled, “Your part of this game is done Nilats, your done.”

Lt. Douglas Adams yawned as he and his squad mates made their final rounds through there assigned area. How they got the graveyard shift patrolling a bombed out building complex and the surrounding forest, he wasn’t sure. It probably had to do with the fact that the idiots in charge classified the burnt-out buildings as some sort of security risk. Probably because that commie bigwig had been caught around here.

Why I volunteered to join the marines I’ll never know. He thought to himself. He’d signed up for action and adventure, no for patrolling deserted islands. When he got back he ought to go straight to the commander’s office and give him a piece of his-

The rest of his thoughts were disrupted as the HMMWV in front of his exploded in a giant fireball. Fu**! he thought as gun fire erupted all around his own HMMWV. Four of his good friends had just died; with no chance do die honorable in combat, instead killed before they knew what was going wrong.

“Take the left up ahead!” he screamed at his driver above the carnage that had killed four of his men. As the HMMWV rocked as it went over the dirt path, Douglas tired to think clearly. If he remembered correctly, this path would lead them to the ruins. Once there, he would have his men hunker down and try to radio for help. If they were lucky, they might get out of here alive.

As the HMMWV turned the corner, Douglas’s confidence evaporated. Emerging from the convoluted path, they came upon a seemingly impossible sight.

“How is this possible?! We just came through here an hour ago! This isn’t fu**ing possible!” he screamed.

Among the ruins was a rapidly emerging tent-city filled with men who seemed to have very few things in common, except a discipline and strength that was apparent even from a distance, and a red armband with a black, open hand, the symbol of The Red Hand.

ooc fyi: these are the ruins are the same in which Nilats was caught at and under which Richard Jo'ha is or rather was hiding.

Sluachampa Géibhinn #10

Socialist Hosea Blackford, or Political Prisoner(PP) #29049 as he was know to the camp books, slipped out of his barracks silently, constantly checking for guards. The meeting of the camp resistance leaders had been called in Barrack #10, one of several dozen barracks in the camp.

As he approached the barrack’s door he peered towards the doorframe, checking for the all clear mark that was only known by the top leaders. For safety reasons, he only knew a handful of the leaders, so a meeting of all of them was a foreboding and dangerous affair, especially after lights out.

Seeing the mark, a can of pop sitting of the top right corner of the frame, he knocked quietly, his eye’s searching for any guards who might decide to take a midnight stroll. Suddenly the door behind him opened and a pair of strong hands pulled him and covered his mouth, muffling his yelp of surprise. In the candle light of the barracks Hosea was realized, as several gaunt figures peered at him from the darkness.

“Glad you could join us Mr. Blackford.” whispered one of the figures.

“Who, who are you?” Hosea mumbled, fearing that some how the resistance had been penetrated by informers and sold out.

“We understand you have some experience with weapons.” continued the figure, ignoring Hosea’s question. “What can you tell us about these?” Several candles were light in a circle, around several boxes and Hosea was led towards the open ones. Inside the various boxes were what seemed to Hosea enough weapons to arm half camp. Machine guns, pistols, grenades and RPG’s all shared space in the large barracks floor.

“My god!” whispered Hosea, “How did you get these in here with out the guards knowing?” he asked, recognizing a few of the figures as they stepped into the light.

“How we did it is not your problem.” replied the man who had spoken before, “What we want to know is, in your professional opinion, are these weapons enough for us to free ourselves from the fascist pigs who keep us here.”

“You certainly cut to the chase don’t you? Enough weapons eh? You could arm an army with these weapons.”

The figure that Hosea did not recognize smiled. “Good, because that’s exactly what we intend to do.”

Private Coranda of the Royal Guard checked his safety as he entered the prison area. He was a little early for his shift, but if he wanted to find out what, if anything happened on the previous shift, he’d have to track the guard he was replacing down.

Coranda frowned as he turned the corner. Leaning against one of the barracks with his eyes closed was the guard that Coranda was supposed to replace. Coranda walked up to him. “Wake up you lazy bastard. What the hell are you doing sleeping on the job? The last thing we need is the commandant coming down on us guard’s collective asses again!” As Coranda approached the guard, he realized what was wrong. Someone had placed a knife in the guards back. He was dead.

Suddenly the camp sirens began howling as gunfire erupted around the camp. “Fuck!” Coranda screamed as one of the guard tower’s windows blew out. Someone had apparently fired an RPG into it. Checking his safety again, Coranda checked around the corner for any cover. He saw several prisoners emerge from on of the barracks, armed with explosives and other heavy weapons, no doubt meant for the barbed wire and fence that kept the camp from civilization.

Taking a deep breath, he spun around the corner firing as he ran to the next barracks. How could this happen! his mind screamed. Slamming a new magazine into his gun, he looked around for more targets. Suddenly gunfire exploded around him. “Damn it!”

He sprinted to the nearest barracks, which was fortunately for him, empty. He looked franticly for anything to push in front of the door, table, a bed, anything. He tried pushing a small table in front of the door before realizing that it, like most things in the barracks were bolted down to prevent the prisoners from doing what he now was trying to do.

Suddenly an explosion rocked the barracks as the doors, one at each end of the building, exploded inwards. A burst of machine gun fire caught him in the chest, spinning him around, his vest barely stopping the bullets. He ducked behind one of the wood burning stoves that heated the barracks, feeling lucky that he had remembered to wear his Kevlar vest. That particular habit, along with many other safety precautions, had become less and less common among the guards as time had progressed.

Coranda peeked up and fired his weapon at the bunk beds where the prisoners were hidding. Suddenly saw something fly towards his head. As he ducked, he realized what it was: a homemade grenade. Coranda horror came over him just as the explosions did.

Jack Kordo looked at the reports in front of him. Terrorists had attacked his forces in the Red Islands, Communist posters were beginning to sprout everywhere and camps holding communist rebels were being ‘liberated’ throughout the country. Already communist forces had seized several towns in the northern most provinces, were most rebels were being held, and had gained large amounts of support from the local citizens.

Jack shook his head. Why couldn’t they just accept the truth: Communism would never succeed in Kordo, where socialists had once killed millions. While Jack knew the fact that the former rulers were Communists in name only, (a sentiment he would never publicly admit to) the Kordoan people didn’t seem to care about that. The fact that they had supported two communist/socialist uprisings in the last two years never seemed to cross his mind.

No matter what the communists did, they would never succeed. Jack promised himself that. Even if he had to kill every one of them himself, he would defeat them. It was the one goal in his life, the one motivation that kept him going, the determination that made him get out of bed everyday. He would avenge his grandfather by killing his killers, if not them specifically.

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A Kordo News Network Special Broadcast

”In a rare public statement, his first in the past five years, Jack Kordo I the former President and father of the current President, denounced the actions of his son declaring that quote: “My son has forgotten who he serves; the people. The people have supported two rebellions in the last two years alone. It is time to give the people, the true leaders of this nation what they want: freedom from fear, and freedom to do what they want.”
Rebel leader Richard Jo’ha issued a statement praising the former president’s courage in speaking out against his son.

Former President Kordo I, nicknamed ‘The Bear’ for his tough policies but kind appearance, still wields immense power in Kordo, especially among the Militaries upper-echelons, many of whom were signatories of the 1989 pledge of support to the former President. Whether or not this will cause a split in the military is yet to be seen, however analysts expect that Kordo I will do nothing that directly threatens the Kordoan government.”

Jack (II) swore. Why couldn’t that old man keep his nose out of Jack’s business? The man who called Jack (II) his son was no father to him.

“Sir? What should our response be?” Asked General Muhammad, Paber Du’Mou’s replacement, asked.

“Any suggestions gentleman?” Jack asked.

“I say we silence him. He obviously thinks he has enough influence to say what he wants to and get away with it. We can’t get rid of the rebellions leaders, or not until we find them at least.”

“Do you know what your saying man? My God! This is Jack’s father for God’s sake!” Raged Kevin Lotam, who had been flown in for an emergency council on the widening rebellion. “Even if we overlooked that fact, if we lay a hand on him, we’d be killed by our own guards before the day was out! We’d probably get riots in every street if the public even found out we were considering it! You’ve been out of the country to long Muhammad. You’ve forgotten the power and influence he still has in this nation. He saved it from the abyss more than once and Kordoans have a long memory.”

“Enough already!” Announced Jack “This isn’t about my father. I’ve already talked to him and he gave me his word that he will not say anything else in regard to the rebellion. I think the question we need to be asking is if we need to call our allies in to help us.”

An uneasy silence filled the air.

Finally Kevin spoke up. “Jack, I’m not sure that would be wise. When Borman troops entered last time their was a lot of dissentient, a lot of hoopla about why were we not able to defeat this threat. If we invite troops, whether from Roach-Buster, Borman or any nation we’re allied with it could give support to the socialist propaganda argument that we’re not in control anymore.”

Jack rubbed his eyes. “What ever we do, we better do it fast. I’m not sure how much time we may have left before the rebellion succeeds……”

*Tag*

(Good stuff, Kordo, I like it. ;))

*cries*

I can't believe anyone is actually reading this!

*sob*

Even if it took them this long to find out about it.

*cries*

I can't believe anyone is actually reading this!

*sob*

Even if it took them this long to find out about it.

Are you kidding!? This is brilliant!!!!

OOC:
Thanks RB!
Hmmm….may have to do something with this Jack Kordo I vs. Jack Kordo II thingy. It’s just too hard to clarify which one is which

IC:

Richard Jo’ha, Will Kordo, and Jack Kordo I, the leader, figurehead and financier respectively, the three men who hoped to control Kordo and eventually more, sat together in conference.

“What were you thinking Jack? You could have been killed! You put the organizations needs above the rest, which is completely unacceptable.” Spat Will.

Jack snorted. “As the one person who keeps the government from finding you half the time and the one who pays your bills, I don’t have to listen to you. I remind you that your my nephew, and I’ve been around the block a lot more then you have. I know what I’m doing.”

“I don’t think we really need to worry about Jack here being arrested.” Spoke Richard “The President knows that if the government made one move against him, they’d have riots in the street and their bodies hanging from the lampposts. Hell, we probably wouldn’t have to do a thing but sit back and watch. We’d just have to sit back and watch.”

The rest of this thrilling thread, along with its stunning conclusion has been moved here: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=408281