Aust
15-12-2004, 19:44
It was a clear night, the moon gave a silvery guaze to every serface in Aust City, making the citys towering Towerblocks look like giant staligmites. No one was out, on a Christmas night in Aust you would be a fool to. People had died of hyperthermia on such nights, the tempreture was -30.
A warm glow came from a pub to the left of Emporer Highway, inside people where celbrating, celebrating the 500th anaversarry of the Christmas rebellion. Tonight most people in Aust would be celebrating.
But a few would not.
A small moterbike, it's rider protected from the cold by a renforced glass bubble glided by the pub, down the empty silver street. The bike was black, dark black.
It's rider also wore black, and his or her, long hair came from under the helmate. Snow began to fall once again, dessolving on the gritted road.
The bike passed a tottering drunk, and finally came to a dark alleyway. It turned here and entered the allway, turning into a hidded garage. The rider removed her helmate and she stepped ino the artifically warmed air.
She came towards a wall, and flicking a hidden switch she entered a keycode into a box that suddenly jutted out. The wall to her left lifted up, and revealed a ocken door. On the door was a green star engraved with a golden hammer and sickle.
The lady knocked, once of the door, then again, and again. She spoke one soft word and a latch clicked, she stepped inside.
Inside it was warmed and dusky, the dark room made misty by cigarett smoke. A man came from the smoke and smiled at her. "Comrade." They spoke in quick words, words in old Austian, and finally the man asked her in English. "You have the device."
"Si."
he nodded and turned heel making towards a far door.
"Come."
He typed in another password and then steeped forthe through the door, she followed. They where in a large meeting hall, on a stage and the end of it. A lectum stood in the middle of the stage, hidden from the audiance by a long red curtain, the lectum boor the same device as the door.
The audiance outside where speaking in whispers. Through a small peephole the lady could see them. She gulped.
"It is time."
The man spoke again. And then pressed a switch, a fanfair blazed out \nd the Ausiance went quiet. The man strode onto the lectum, as the curtains opened.
"Comrades, freinds, partners from all walks of life we are gathered here, on the anversarry of the Chirstmas revloution so many years ago. We are here to over throw the Imperialist goverment that holds us in it's sway and to creat a new, great, free republic."
"And here's how we shall..."
Several hours later
The watchman at the Police station watched the rider of the motercyle come neared. He raised a hand to stop the man and smiled, "Sorry sir. You can't come through."
The man looked him over and then decided he was nto worth any throuble. "I am not a man." She said and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconcous in a single blow. She walked to the entrence way and dropped a parcle in the entrance, as a police offical came to see what it was, she pressed a button on the motercycles handlebars.
The bomb went off, vaporising the man and the station, blowing chunks of masionry into the nearby skyscrapers. Even before the smoke cleared she had ridden the motercycle onto the rubble, planted a flag there and ridden off.
The flag was a simple one, bearing a simple message. It was a white flag, with a green star in the center, Austs flag, but then inside that, a golden Hammer and Sycle where, and below that, in black writing a message was there.
IT HAS BEGUN
A warm glow came from a pub to the left of Emporer Highway, inside people where celbrating, celebrating the 500th anaversarry of the Christmas rebellion. Tonight most people in Aust would be celebrating.
But a few would not.
A small moterbike, it's rider protected from the cold by a renforced glass bubble glided by the pub, down the empty silver street. The bike was black, dark black.
It's rider also wore black, and his or her, long hair came from under the helmate. Snow began to fall once again, dessolving on the gritted road.
The bike passed a tottering drunk, and finally came to a dark alleyway. It turned here and entered the allway, turning into a hidded garage. The rider removed her helmate and she stepped ino the artifically warmed air.
She came towards a wall, and flicking a hidden switch she entered a keycode into a box that suddenly jutted out. The wall to her left lifted up, and revealed a ocken door. On the door was a green star engraved with a golden hammer and sickle.
The lady knocked, once of the door, then again, and again. She spoke one soft word and a latch clicked, she stepped inside.
Inside it was warmed and dusky, the dark room made misty by cigarett smoke. A man came from the smoke and smiled at her. "Comrade." They spoke in quick words, words in old Austian, and finally the man asked her in English. "You have the device."
"Si."
he nodded and turned heel making towards a far door.
"Come."
He typed in another password and then steeped forthe through the door, she followed. They where in a large meeting hall, on a stage and the end of it. A lectum stood in the middle of the stage, hidden from the audiance by a long red curtain, the lectum boor the same device as the door.
The audiance outside where speaking in whispers. Through a small peephole the lady could see them. She gulped.
"It is time."
The man spoke again. And then pressed a switch, a fanfair blazed out \nd the Ausiance went quiet. The man strode onto the lectum, as the curtains opened.
"Comrades, freinds, partners from all walks of life we are gathered here, on the anversarry of the Chirstmas revloution so many years ago. We are here to over throw the Imperialist goverment that holds us in it's sway and to creat a new, great, free republic."
"And here's how we shall..."
Several hours later
The watchman at the Police station watched the rider of the motercyle come neared. He raised a hand to stop the man and smiled, "Sorry sir. You can't come through."
The man looked him over and then decided he was nto worth any throuble. "I am not a man." She said and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconcous in a single blow. She walked to the entrence way and dropped a parcle in the entrance, as a police offical came to see what it was, she pressed a button on the motercycles handlebars.
The bomb went off, vaporising the man and the station, blowing chunks of masionry into the nearby skyscrapers. Even before the smoke cleared she had ridden the motercycle onto the rubble, planted a flag there and ridden off.
The flag was a simple one, bearing a simple message. It was a white flag, with a green star in the center, Austs flag, but then inside that, a golden Hammer and Sycle where, and below that, in black writing a message was there.
IT HAS BEGUN