NationStates Jolt Archive

Sitting at his desk Minister for Colonial Equality Jeffrey Atkinson took a puff from his pipe:

"Obviously, these people do not want to open a dialogue and therefore we can only do one thing."

He grinned menacingly as the smoke slowly poured out of his mouth and caressed the moist air around his head. Meanwhile, Field Admiral Merzak stood in his Imperial Fatigues frowning:

"You don't mean? No, are you being serious? You want me to authorise the re-opening of Camp Goldovan?"

Atkinson calmly replied," These people must be pacified. Can you think of a better way?"

"Then it shall be as it once was and we will teach these people a lesson. A lesson in silence,"chimed the Field Admiral before spinning around and heading straight out of the office's ornate double doors.



The Next Day in Nevraska, a large rural town:

A convoy of 12 tanks and 16 Armoured Hummers came to a halt in the town centre. A Lieutenant climbed out of his vehicle and held out a document and read aloud:

"This is an Imperial Command! All persons of Kurdish origin in this area are to calmly exited their homes and to stand in an orderly line family after family before us here!"

In the background one soldier turned to another and whispered,"Isn't this place all Kurdish?"


A large hairy, tanned man stepped out from behind a Kebab stall and suddenly shouted,"And what if we don't?!"

The Lieutenants eyes narrowed,"That is not an option,"he replied calmly before grabbing a young boy that was running by and putting a gun to his head,"This represents your people."

BANG

Blood splattered the cobbled stone ground below,"And that is what will happen to your people if you do not obey."

A squadron of helicopter gunships filled the air as the people of the village reluctantly, slowly resigneing to their fate walked out of their homes and were led into truck convoys ready to take them to Camp Goldovan........

OOC:Is this known to the outside world yet?

OOC: You probably have some news reporters in the Empire from different nation's hearing 'rumours' and coming up with theories on what has happened or is going on.

[Macabea, Macabee Mainland]
Intelligence officer Kotch von Ruslied looked at the photographs of the sattelite pass over Drug Gods. It wasn't normal to throw satellites over allied nations, or at least nations allied through RWC, but it wasn't strange to make sure everything was ok in such nations, in case their was any instability in the RWC. What he saw was crazy. Trucks and trucks leaving a small village towards a military camp. What was this? Were they coming from a larger city, and going through the village? Was this a military mobilization?

Ruslied didn't wait. He took the manila folder and headed out into the hallway of the intelligence building and then took the elevator down. He rushed to his silver Alfa-Romeo Spyder and screamed down the street at one hundred and fifty kilometers an hour. He didn't need to get stuck in traffic for this one, he had to show the intel fast.

It took him about twenty minutes to get to the Imperial Palace and another ten to get through security and finally get the Emperor to agree to a briefing. And once the Emperor was ready Ruslied spread the pictures in the folder and told him what this could mean. The Emperor nodded and asked him to step out, and Emperor Jonathan VI sent a message to Drug Gods:

Are you mobilizing? As a RWC nation do I need to be aware of this?

The trucks packed with their 'passengers' started their journey with an armed escort towards Camp Goldovan leaving what was now a ghost town that would be given to Imperial settlers.

As sunset approached the convoy stopped in front of what seemed to be a forest with a single tarred road leading into it. The Kurds were unpacked and lead by their accompanying soldiers along the road. They walked for what seemed to be an eternity when suddenly the trees either side of the road descended into mud with rows of metal spikes embedded in it.

"Company halt!,"screamed the Lieutenant.

Horror filled the hearts of the new arrivals as the giant doors of the camp opened revealing the rest of their lives. A life of hard labour, misery and death.......

[Macabea, Macabee Mainland]
Intelligence officer Kotch von Ruslied looked at the photographs of the sattelite pass over Drug Gods. It wasn't normal to throw satellites over allied nations, or at least nations allied through RWC, but it wasn't strange to make sure everything was ok in such nations, in case their was any instability in the RWC. What he saw was crazy. Trucks and trucks leaving a small village towards a military camp. What was this? Were they coming from a larger city, and going through the village? Was this a military mobilization?

Ruslied didn't wait. He took the manila folder and headed out into the hallway of the intelligence building and then took the elevator down. He rushed to his silver Alfa-Romeo Spyder and screamed down the street at one hundred and fifty kilometers an hour. He didn't need to get stuck in traffic for this one, he had to show the intel fast.

It took him about twenty minutes to get to the Imperial Palace and another ten to get through security and finally get the Emperor to agree to a briefing. And once the Emperor was ready Ruslied spread the pictures in the folder and told him what this could mean. The Emperor nodded and asked him to step out, and Emperor Jonathan VI sent a message to Drug Gods:

Are you mobilizing? As a RWC nation do I need to be aware of this?

There is nothing you need to be aware of as a RWC Nation.

Bureaucrat of the Drum God Empire
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Member of GDODAD, Allied to Metus
Member of the Right Wing Collective
A January 2003 Nation

We are proud to announce that the ethnic Kurdish minority of the Empire has now been pacified. The cries for independence and sovreignty have drawn to a close and the Kurdish population to an end.

Bureaucrat of the Drum God Empire
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Member of GDODAD, Allied to Metus
Member of the Right Wing Collective
A January 2003 Nation

From: The Botini Department of Foreign Affairs

We condemn these actions. We also will open our borders to all Kurdish refugees from your nation.

OOC: What actions? Pacifying the Kurds? What is there to condemn? You don't know how he did it.

The Empire of Presidency asks, "If the Kurds are getting slaughtered...what is happening to the whey?"

>obligatory reference to Kurds and Wayans...<

OOC: Don't you guys have reporters that could find out what is going on?

IC:
Upon entering the facility the families were separated. Men and teenagers in one section while women and infants were placed in another. The men were taken to one side behind a barrier while their wives and children wept. Gunshots were suddenly fired into the air:

"Silence! There will be no talk or sound in Camp Goldovan except that of work."

Everything went quiet apart from the clicking of boots on the ground as the men shuffled in a queue to get their uniforms.

Meanwhile a soldier tended to the women and children:

"You all needs showers since our long trip."

bump

After reading the report sent in by a random journalist in the Empire of Drum Gods, Jaygus Lutch sent the message.

To Bureaucrat of the Drum God Empire.
Dear Gods man. This is low even for you.

Jaygus Lutch
Commander of the Maggot Fleets

(This is a WLN Report)

Reporter: Hello I am Tracy Klak from Wrescal Lane News. I am here in Drum Gods where all the Kurds where pacified. I am here with a Drum Gods man.

Man: My neighbors were all Kurdish, They were taken out of there houses and sent somewhere. My little boy is only 6 and he asked me about my neighbor. He said "Daddy where is Bobbie?" I told him that Bobbie moved to Timbuktu. It's horrible. I went to work and 20 people weren't there.

Tracy Klak: Well thank you sir. That is all for now. I'm Tracy Klak signing off.

*At his house Cactus Jack Foley was horribly mad*

Cactus: Damnit. Everyday there is genocide. I guess I'll open the borders to Kurds.

The rows of Kurdish women and children were laid away. A man from the other group heard the orders and knew what was in store for his family. Breaking through the lines he ran out screaming:

"Noooo Misho!"

A hail of sporadic gunfire filled the air as the man was gunned down in cold blood. His wife was forcibly taken away as the corpse lay lifeless staining the ground beneath it red.