Dontgonearthere
17-12-2004, 00:39
Sergeant Ramons crouched behind the main gate of Dontgonear'the Castle.
His powered armour was useless, the battery having long died. Now it lay in a corner, slowly leaking fluids from various holes.
Ramos looked back at the huge gate. Its many locks and bars were still in place, though every now and then something large and unpleasant would smash into the reinforced metal, shaking the whole structure. Mostly the 'New Royalists' just waited outside. The traitors were getting rather annoying, and apparently a new and qutie charismatic leader had arisin at some point and rallied the people.
And Mr 47 was dead.
That had shaken a number of people. The leader of Dontgonearthere for over six hundred years (OOC: somehow :P) had been hung, drawn, quartered, boiled, incinerated and blasted into a black hole. Apparently they wanted to make sure he was dead.
This was REALLY bad. A year or so ago most of the Space Forces had mutinied, along with the army and navy, The 'King' had started his campaign on the distant world of Pax IV, his popularity had grown immensly in the first few months, Pax had fallen, then XXXX, then the other systems, one by one.
As far as Ramos knew, he was the highest ranking officer left in the Dontgoneartherian military. He REALLY didnt like that idea.
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Outside the new King of Dontgonearthere, His Royal Highness Under the Gods of Dontgonearthere, Uniter of the Five States, Ruler of the Stars and Lord of The Empire, King Robert the CCXVIII (There is an explanation. During the period before the formation of Dontgonearthere the G'oaway states had a mortuary succession, that is, whoever killed the last king became the new king, thus resulting in large number before a kings name.) glared at the battlements of HIS castle and was annoyed.
"How much longer are those blasted loyalists going to hold out?" He huffed, smoothing his new robe, dust was sticking to the semi-dried blood of his former advisor, who had displeased him.
"Err, we dont know, mi'lord. They didnt schedual a surrender." The new advisor risked a bit of sarcasm.
Robert sighed, very deeply, "Very well. Shall we have some tea? Not fresh, Im afraid."
"Um...thank you, mi'lord. Umm...mi'lord, I can see you putting the poison in that one."
"Its not poison man! Its sugar."
"It has a big skull and crossbones on the side. And its marked with warnings I can read from here."
"Its sugar, I washed the old bottle out."
"Then why is it grey? It looks like arsnic to me."
"Dammit, if you want to be a spoil sport, then. Guard, shoot him. My stabbing arm is worn out."
The guard looked apologetic, then raised his rifle and shot the former advisor.
"Now, can we blow this castle up?"
"Sorry, mi'lord, its moleculary shielded or something, cant be blown up without wrecking the whole planet."
"Very well. How long before everybody inside starves?"
"Several years, we think mi'lord. They have a hydroponic farm."
"Can we gas them?"
"Nosir, gas filters."
"Radiation?"
"Filters for that to."
The King huffed again, "Well why the bloody hell did they build such a bloody secure castle?"
"They didnt want to be invaded?"
"Fine. Build me a temporary castle somewhere. With a view. And fix the damn dome."
The cities massive dome was cracked in several places, streams of sand were slowly filling G'oaway with huge sand drifts.
"Right away, mi'lord."
His powered armour was useless, the battery having long died. Now it lay in a corner, slowly leaking fluids from various holes.
Ramos looked back at the huge gate. Its many locks and bars were still in place, though every now and then something large and unpleasant would smash into the reinforced metal, shaking the whole structure. Mostly the 'New Royalists' just waited outside. The traitors were getting rather annoying, and apparently a new and qutie charismatic leader had arisin at some point and rallied the people.
And Mr 47 was dead.
That had shaken a number of people. The leader of Dontgonearthere for over six hundred years (OOC: somehow :P) had been hung, drawn, quartered, boiled, incinerated and blasted into a black hole. Apparently they wanted to make sure he was dead.
This was REALLY bad. A year or so ago most of the Space Forces had mutinied, along with the army and navy, The 'King' had started his campaign on the distant world of Pax IV, his popularity had grown immensly in the first few months, Pax had fallen, then XXXX, then the other systems, one by one.
As far as Ramos knew, he was the highest ranking officer left in the Dontgoneartherian military. He REALLY didnt like that idea.
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Outside the new King of Dontgonearthere, His Royal Highness Under the Gods of Dontgonearthere, Uniter of the Five States, Ruler of the Stars and Lord of The Empire, King Robert the CCXVIII (There is an explanation. During the period before the formation of Dontgonearthere the G'oaway states had a mortuary succession, that is, whoever killed the last king became the new king, thus resulting in large number before a kings name.) glared at the battlements of HIS castle and was annoyed.
"How much longer are those blasted loyalists going to hold out?" He huffed, smoothing his new robe, dust was sticking to the semi-dried blood of his former advisor, who had displeased him.
"Err, we dont know, mi'lord. They didnt schedual a surrender." The new advisor risked a bit of sarcasm.
Robert sighed, very deeply, "Very well. Shall we have some tea? Not fresh, Im afraid."
"Um...thank you, mi'lord. Umm...mi'lord, I can see you putting the poison in that one."
"Its not poison man! Its sugar."
"It has a big skull and crossbones on the side. And its marked with warnings I can read from here."
"Its sugar, I washed the old bottle out."
"Then why is it grey? It looks like arsnic to me."
"Dammit, if you want to be a spoil sport, then. Guard, shoot him. My stabbing arm is worn out."
The guard looked apologetic, then raised his rifle and shot the former advisor.
"Now, can we blow this castle up?"
"Sorry, mi'lord, its moleculary shielded or something, cant be blown up without wrecking the whole planet."
"Very well. How long before everybody inside starves?"
"Several years, we think mi'lord. They have a hydroponic farm."
"Can we gas them?"
"Nosir, gas filters."
"Radiation?"
"Filters for that to."
The King huffed again, "Well why the bloody hell did they build such a bloody secure castle?"
"They didnt want to be invaded?"
"Fine. Build me a temporary castle somewhere. With a view. And fix the damn dome."
The cities massive dome was cracked in several places, streams of sand were slowly filling G'oaway with huge sand drifts.
"Right away, mi'lord."