Necros-Vacuia
14-11-2004, 15:37
OOC: For history, see this thread.
To the Scarecrows and the others involved, apologies for dropping that one, but time interfered with it going on...^^;
Location: Eleison City, Capital of Necros-Vacuia, 0849 GMT
It had been a year, now, since the well-publicized "Reves Incident."
The Dominion of Necros-Vacuia had undergone quite a few changes. Certain upgrades in technology...certain new laws and new government programs...certain government officials quietly replaced and/or executed. The day of November 8th was not a day that Havarran Dzerrin would soon forget...
But now, of course, there was no Julian Reves.
The dark-haired man smiled, stroking his goatee as he idly watched the myriad viewscreens, blue light glinting off his glasses. No, that little rogue scientist had been neatly done in by a pair of Rekk operatives posing as his sister and aunt.
"Kerria," Dzerrin drawled to his Vice-Executor, "anything I should know here and there?"
The albino woman laughed, shaking her head. "No, sir, I'm pleased to note. All comms normal and registered...all citizenry activity standard...patrols show no suspicious activity of the sort....it's all quel'vyrana, sir."
"Another wonderful day in Necros-Vacuia," sighed the Executor. "Anything on the media stream?"
"....well...yes, sir. There's something here about "testimony"...before the International Tribunal...?" The Vyrnn blinked. "Well that's sudden..."
"Or Gar left us out of the loop again. Put it on, would you?"
"Yes, sir."
In the next several minutes, Havarran would wish dearly that he'd asked her to turn on anything else.
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Julian Reves stood before the stand. The Necros-Vacuian scientist looked much the worse for wear.
"Fellow citizens of the international community," he began, licking his dry lips.
"My name is, as you all know, Julian Reves. I come before you today to tell you of a crime. This is the crime for which I abandoned the nation and the people I loved, and this is the crime for which my government, such as it has become, must pay.
This is a crime that all nations can abhor, because it is not a crime that affects the living alone...but moreso the dead.
As we speak, the National Security Commissariat in my country is continuing to collect corpses. These corpses will be taken to secret factories, factories I helped design. The bodies of our dead will be reprocessed in these factories.
And they will be reanimated.
Those who died become something else. Something that lives and yet does not. I cannot call what they become the walking dead, though they are, because they don't act like zombies. They act like robots. We called them "Apollyonids"...."destroyer's children."
They are stripped of all defining characteristics, fitted with armor, and taught to use any and all weapons they can learn to. Moreover, they are taught to kill without mercy, without fear, and without thought. This was the goal of the project on which I worked; to create these creatures.
As of now, they will number almost 30,000...
We called them the Army of Oblivion. And they have but one purpose: to destroy all that stands in their path."
To the Scarecrows and the others involved, apologies for dropping that one, but time interfered with it going on...^^;
Location: Eleison City, Capital of Necros-Vacuia, 0849 GMT
It had been a year, now, since the well-publicized "Reves Incident."
The Dominion of Necros-Vacuia had undergone quite a few changes. Certain upgrades in technology...certain new laws and new government programs...certain government officials quietly replaced and/or executed. The day of November 8th was not a day that Havarran Dzerrin would soon forget...
But now, of course, there was no Julian Reves.
The dark-haired man smiled, stroking his goatee as he idly watched the myriad viewscreens, blue light glinting off his glasses. No, that little rogue scientist had been neatly done in by a pair of Rekk operatives posing as his sister and aunt.
"Kerria," Dzerrin drawled to his Vice-Executor, "anything I should know here and there?"
The albino woman laughed, shaking her head. "No, sir, I'm pleased to note. All comms normal and registered...all citizenry activity standard...patrols show no suspicious activity of the sort....it's all quel'vyrana, sir."
"Another wonderful day in Necros-Vacuia," sighed the Executor. "Anything on the media stream?"
"....well...yes, sir. There's something here about "testimony"...before the International Tribunal...?" The Vyrnn blinked. "Well that's sudden..."
"Or Gar left us out of the loop again. Put it on, would you?"
"Yes, sir."
In the next several minutes, Havarran would wish dearly that he'd asked her to turn on anything else.
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Julian Reves stood before the stand. The Necros-Vacuian scientist looked much the worse for wear.
"Fellow citizens of the international community," he began, licking his dry lips.
"My name is, as you all know, Julian Reves. I come before you today to tell you of a crime. This is the crime for which I abandoned the nation and the people I loved, and this is the crime for which my government, such as it has become, must pay.
This is a crime that all nations can abhor, because it is not a crime that affects the living alone...but moreso the dead.
As we speak, the National Security Commissariat in my country is continuing to collect corpses. These corpses will be taken to secret factories, factories I helped design. The bodies of our dead will be reprocessed in these factories.
And they will be reanimated.
Those who died become something else. Something that lives and yet does not. I cannot call what they become the walking dead, though they are, because they don't act like zombies. They act like robots. We called them "Apollyonids"...."destroyer's children."
They are stripped of all defining characteristics, fitted with armor, and taught to use any and all weapons they can learn to. Moreover, they are taught to kill without mercy, without fear, and without thought. This was the goal of the project on which I worked; to create these creatures.
As of now, they will number almost 30,000...
We called them the Army of Oblivion. And they have but one purpose: to destroy all that stands in their path."