NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is an Open RP, you are free to get involved as you see fit, find out about from your various spy networks etc, condemn or perhaps reveal it to the world via a television station, it’s really up to you.

And yes, you can fill in the details, it in itself is supposed to be totally horrific in it’s execution… you can fill in the bits with reports and coverage of the torture or execution as you see fit.

Any nations who want the Kiriz to expand into them, please say so here, TG me or IM me at: ginrumi1@hotmail.com

IC:

In the dim light of the Guilder civilisation, the massive construction efforts could be seen taking their slow shape as Cathedrals, Monasteries, Chantries and Parish Churches, were being constructed in the Neo-Gothic style. The flickering of the Halogen lighting, busy bustle of the citizens and the huge amount of electronic signals flickering through the air hid by this outward symbol of prosperity a dark secret. That of the Kiriz, the Guilder Organised Crime Syndicates, they had had a tough time of it under Lord Stra’coth, who had used the Claw unceasingly to hound their operations often detaining and torturing their members for the names of their others and locations of their operations.

But with the new Order in the Guilds came a lot of new laws making a lot of things illegal, the Kiriz had realised that although the Knights of Saint Peter would be on their case, it would be no worse than the activities of the Claw had been, after all the Knights of Saint Peter were the Re-named Claw, they still employed similar methods etc.

They had begun to move back into Prostitution, Illegal Drugs, Illegal weapons dealing, People smuggling (which was especially profitable in these days of Burnings and Mass executions for Religious crimes) as well as smuggling in Alcohol, which was now being tightly controlled to the extent that people actually had alcohol allowances for each week.

Over the weeks since the New Order had arrived in it’s terrible way, with the stench of burnt human flesh and torture chambers in the Knights of Saint Peter’s Head Quarter at Querb’Ka just outside Vas Urbs.

The Kiriz had been suffering it’s usual attack, they had in fact become very good at avoiding the attentions of the authorities and dealing with the military style attacks made on them by Claw/St. Peter personnel and attack units. However, they had not been expecting what was to happen in the next few hours…

All over the Guilds, the Knights of Saint. Peter had been mobilising all their Attack units as security , as thirteen of their 20 Specialist Elimination squads would kill the Thirteen Heads of the Kiriz Clans, who would be unsuspecting of this massive assault, massive confiscations of Kiriz property/corporate holdings, as well abducting anyone for torture and judgement, whom was even suspected of working knowingly with the Kiriz, all their Tele-link connections would be severed on a single signal. Then the Kiriz would be destroyed, in the name of God, once and forever.

Early the next morning all across the Guilds the Operation was carried out massive Armoured units pulled outside all major known Kiriz Assets and began their Operation to remove this spiritual and temporal infection from the Guilds, once and for all.

At once such Corporate Tower, there seemed nothing out of the ordinary… Kiral, Head of Trogi Clan of Kiriz sat at his desk wondering what would be the Emperor’s next move would be as regards the Kiriz. It seemed like the Emperor had simply been concentrating on Religious issues thus far but Kiral suspected the Emperor and his psychopathic followers were planning something major, despite the wave of normal attacks suffered by the Kiriz he wasn’t too bothered. He had survived the attentions of the Claw before, even in their torture chambers of Querb’Ka, he had only managed to escape by striking a deal for information with a Claw Master… He didn’t want to repeat that happening again. He’d rather die than go back to those damn Torturers…

Just as he was pondering this, a muffled scream came from his Secretary’s Office. He knew from experience this wasn’t good in itself… he took a foreign custom made Desert Eagle out of his drawer, it was one of the one’s the Doomingslandians produced and he had one smuggled in because they were beautiful and powerful weapons. He also touched the panic button, which would have his guards in here in a few seconds.

He had expected whoever was here to come through the entrance, but no nobody was coming through it… he feared the worst…

Then the artificial panel, which housed a secret way to his loyal bodyguards exploded in a bloody hail of blood, limbs and corpses… he was immediately thrown off his chair by this unexpected event… he wiped the blood from his eyes and mouth… he desperately fingered around for his gun… a shiny black boot stood heavily on his hand and squeezed hard… Kiral screamed hoarsely… he already knew sub-consciously he was as good as dead…

Three lithe PVC combat suit women stood in front of him, just that their suits weren’t really black anymore… they were covered in gore and were slick with blood… he could see the cold lifeless eyes that pervaded through their black gasmasks… they were like Fallen Angels… totally incapable of feeling pity or mercy.

One of them spoke…

Your coming with us, Kiral Il’Brutac. You will suffer for your sins.

Kiral just groaned, he wanted to weep for his family… but he couldn’t find the strength too… he faded in unconsciousness from the pain…

OOC: Will do a next installment tomorrow with the Interrogation of Kiral at the hands of my Knights.

Nicely written, I can't wait for the next instalment. but what can I do to participate?

OOC: News reports, Intelligence Reports even Character RPing agents etc... i don't really mind. I just thought it would make for a good RP.

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Bob

The betting windows are open..
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coup d'é tat +245

PS. You evil, evil little trolls you!!

Bump for the next installment (being written)

IC:

When Kiral woke up, he was groggy... he could feel like there was some sort of drug pumping round his veins...

He was in a dark almost featureless room, apart from the many objects cluttering it's sides, a huge cross like dominated the area near where a slightly darker bit was... he assumed that was where the door was...

As he got used to the light, he could begin to make out the instruments around him in irons on a wall. A rack, a set of ceramic heaters in the corner with what looked like hooks, tongs and pokers sticking out of them, as well as there being weights, thumb/toe screws, a bucket of water in the opposite corner to a set of electrodes...

Kiral broke into a cold sweat... he had been in such rooms before... but never one so well equipped as this... and certainly not as well used...

He had just noticed the colour of the walls seemed inconsitant and there seemed to be transparant bits... he felt sick... he had a fair idea that the colour inconsistancy was because of all the human blood and sweat, mixed with pure terror and fear that had gone in this place... His theories as regards the transparent substance were suddenly realised as a piece flaked off the wall near his face... human skin... he began to sob... What were these people? They were not human... they couldn't be no sane human being could do this...

A sobbing man whose body formed a cross under a the light of a flowing halogen cross with the implements of terror and evil around him... this was truely a terrible day.

He wasn't aware of it ever, but at that time but a member of The Guilder Resistance had set up a secret tele-link... it would be recorded and distributed to the World.

Just then the heavily bolted re-enfored steel door slammed open... in came a dark looking woman and a heavily set man...

The man went over to what appeared to be the Ceramic items and opened a hidden control box and activated the things... Kiral knew from previous experience the things would glow when they were ready... he was still sobbing...

The woman gave him a callous smile...

Do you wish to confess your sins, Kiral?

Through his sobbing, came a dark anger, a deep hatred of these people and everything they stood for.

You whore! Go and fuck the Devil!

The woman slapped her backhand across his face... it stung badly...

Don't talk to God's Chosen Instruments that way, Heretic. Troyl... give him a little wake up call.

She said re-fixing her callous grin...

The big man, named Troyl put down the equipment he was lovingly preparing, and proceeding to smash his fists and legs into Kiral's sides and face...

Kiral spluttered blood as ribs broke and internal organs began to bleed...

The one named Troyl stopped for a minute to take something unseen out of his backpocket... an iron bar... this was smashed hard in Kiral nose... it broke with a loud crunch... the blood was no dripping to floor in little streams down Kiral's body and dripping onto the floor... through all this he began to notice he couldn't smell the blood or the sweat... perhaps it's because there was so much of it sunk into this room and organisation, which were true evil...

Troyl stopped, picked up Kiril's chin and blew a sarcastic kiss at him...

The woman stepped forward again...

Abuse will not be tolerated, you should know that Kiral.

You will tell me, where you were developing the Freak chip.

Despite, his condition Kiral looked shocked... how could they know about that... unless... no, Zriz couldn't have betrayed him to the Templar surely... not him...

Surpised, Kiral? You should know we do not fail to destroy our enemies...

Now, where is it?

Kiral remained deathly silent...

So that is how it is, is it Kiral?

Troyl, I think we shall introduce Kiral to his wife

Troyl broke out in a huge grin, he went over to the control pannel, where he flicked a switch...

Part of a wall thudded back in front of Kiral, there was his wife... unharmed but ball gaged and bound to a surgeons table, with blood sinks and everything... her white dress was already stained with dirt... he hoped it wouldn't have to be stained in her blood...

Now, tell us where the Factory and samples are, Kiral.

The woman sneered...

You foul demons! You bastards!' Kiral sobbed...

Troyl went to strike him, the Woman waved him back...

Tell us, and you can get a break and we will remove her gag

She said with that dark glint in her eye... Kiral continued to sob in his own bloody way...

Vik'Kor Warehouse, Sak'hura District, Dra'Toth

He said through the smeared blood...

There's a good boy... We will keep our word. Troyl.

Troyl promptly removed the ball gag and the two Torturers left from whence, they had come... this would prove a brief respite. Until they wished to know more...

Kiril and his wife broke into more sobbing and tried desperately to comfort each other... they were bother heavily concerned about their Daughter... they had not seen her since they had been taken and sedated.

What had happened to her?

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To: Bob's Online Casino

We are will to negotiate with you on this matter, we are willing to accomodate your representative, we shall send her back to you do not worry.

For God and St. Peter,

Criticus Zabic,
Foreign Affairs Advisor to the Emperor,

Communique to Foreign Affairs, The Merchant Guilds :

Criticus Zabic,

We thank you for your openness in this matter. We are confident that we can work out our differences and once again resume operations in your nation. Since our number one priority is to help your national Education Fund, this it truly a cause we can all agree upon with some mediation. Our representative will be ready for departure upon arrival of your transporation.

Respectfully,
Bob

-end communication-

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Corporate Headquarters, Offshore Holdings LLC

“That old fool, does he realize how much revenue that lottery generates for the company?” John threw down the report on the table and looked at the others.

The VP in charge of Corporate Relations, Richard Smythe smiled, “Don’t worry John, Patricia will emphasize how this will benefit the children in the long run, she will appeal to the soft side, don’t worry. If need be we can increase their share and the government officials can do whatever the hell they want with it. Anyone can be bought off nowadays...this will all be taken care of soon enough.”

“I don’t care what you tell them; offer them more... just fix this. This had better not backfire, remember we have a business to run here, not a charity.”

Richard reassured the board once again with his usual smooth talking, “She is carrying a letter personally crafted by me assuring their government that we can work this out financially if need be through discreet channels.”

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La Perla International Station

Patricia waited nervously as the Grav Train arrived to pick her up. She had never been to The Merchant Guilds and what recent events she had heard made her think twice. Little did she know the letter being carried would not be received well by the Imperial Government of The Merchant Guilds. The two Knights Templar that stepped out to escort her were not exactly reassuring, wearing black gas masks and carrying weapons in the ready position, it did little to make her feel at ease as they approached her.
The disembodied voice was low and deep. "Come with us."

As she stepped on to the train, she had no idea what was in store for her...

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IC:

Official Statement from the Sinoese Military Junta:

The Armed Republic of Sino wholeheartedly support TMG's efforts in fighting organized crime. The Sino law enforcement agencies and customs will co-operate fully should the need arise in the defeat of the Kiriz Clans. All Guildian criminal suspects will face apprehension upon setting foot in the Armed Republic of Sino, her SARs (Special Administrative Regions) and areas of military occupation. They shall be escorted back to TMG or face punishment in Sino should that request be made.

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Two suspected members of the Kiriz Clans were detained in the Shenzhen, Guangzhou MR (Military Region). Suspicions were raised when their passports were found to be false. The Sinoese Stapapol (State Paramilitary Police) will await further instructions from their Guildian counterparts in regards to the treatment of these suspects.

IC:




To: The Sinoese Government

We ask that you deal with these suspects as you would any normal crime of this nature and magnitude. We have officially stripped them of their citizenship, you may do whatever you like to them.

We thank you for your assistance in this matter,

For God and St. Peter,

Criticus Zabic,
Foreign Affairs Advisor to the Emperor,



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The woman, from Bob's online Casino sat on the train looking rather uneasy... It was very obvious she didn't like the idea of the two Templar Guards standing next to her, looking very dark and mysterious indeed.

Outside, the windows she would be able to see the Great Crystal city, with it's great Cathedral under construction. However, all too soon the Grav Train slowed and stopped at a small station behind, which closed several heavy looking blast doors.

The large doors in front of her creaked open revealing dark rooms, well furnished but with a dark taste generally... she also noted that there was a tendancy not to bother with Halogen lighting... only with great burning pots of oil, giving the effect of walking into some evil palace... This would have sent shivers down her spine...

She was lead through the Palace's rooms by the ever silent and grim guards, until they came to a large room. There in front of it stood two lavish darkwood and purple velvet thrones, on one sat a lithe well dress man, his eyes were that of a sharks, like ice... The woman on his right was quite beautiful with long dark hair and a dark green velvet robe, which played very nicely on her figure...

The man spoke up...

What does this heretic want?

An audience, M'lord. She comes from a Corporation that formerly ran the Guild Lottery.

A man said from the Shadows beyond the throne, you could see he wore a Gold Chain around his neck and was bearded but that was all really...

Let her speak then

He man said, nodding at one of the Guards. Who kicked the woman's legs from beneath her heavily.

Show some respect for a True Servant of God, Heretic

The mans hoarse snarl said...

We do not judge our Guild friends and congratulate them on their will to serve God.

With no implication; we hope the Emperor remembers he is just a servant, and not a power unto himself.

-Justinian of Farmina

IC:




To: Justinian of Farmina

We thank you for your unwavering support, in these troubled times for our most holy Religion.

We are but Servants of God, willing to do his Eternal Bidding on Earth. We understand your concerns, but thank you for expressing them in the way you have, as a True Catholic.

For God and St. Peter,

Criticus Zabic,
Foreign Affairs Advisor to the Emperor,

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Justinian is interested in securing a formal alliance between our friendly, holy Catholic nations. Would the Emperor respond receptively to such an offer?

-Grand Chancellor Vernis

Patricia had gone from nervous to fearing for her life. The briefing at the corporate office did not include this. It was supposed to be a simple task, meet with the person in charge, deliver the letter and answer any questions they had. The worst case scenario presented to her was the government would be stubborn to their request to reinstate the Guild lottery, she was authorized to bargain with whoever was in charge for a larger cut of the profits and that was it.

Her legs hurt from where the guard had kicked her; her knees felt like they were on fire from her collapse on to the hard floor... she winced in pain and did her best to keep her composure before speaking.

"Sir, I bring you a letter on behalf of our corporation... an attempt to restore the Guild lottery once again.”

She pulled out the envelope from the inside pocket of her suit coat and held it out so they could see it.

“I am authorized to negotiate new contract terms with you in an effort to reestablish the Education Fund.”

She held the envelope, her hand visibly shaking now... in the moments that followed she began to lose her composure. Silence.

To: Justinian of Farmina

We would be honoured to be your allies in this time of struggle and heresy. We thank God the Almighty that there are such true Christian nations in the World.

For God and St. Peter,

Criticus Zabic,
Foreign Affairs Advisor the Emperor,



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The man on the Throne laughed heartily...

Is this some kind of joke?

My dear, I believe you may have been brought here under an illusion.

Now, you have an ultimatum to answer.

Will you solemnly convert to the True Faith and work for Christ's True Church or do you wish to remain a Heretic?


Everyone fell silent waiting for the Woman's answer...

Patricia was confused..

"Wha-what? Sir, I came here to broker an agreement with you, not to convert to any strange cult! I am sure if you would take the time to read the letter from my company, you would see that we are making you a very generous offer."

She spoke in a lower tone, directing her comment so as not to be heard by anyone but the Emperor..

"Sir, I am prepared to make you a generous offer, we re-route a as much of the funds as you see fit to a personal account only accessible to you. We can be very discreet about this. It will make you rich, I can assure you."

The Emperor simply laughed and his Wife giggled... the rest of the room laughed, there were people all around Patricia in the Shadows of the gloomy but splendid room.

I care not for your pathetic offerings, Heretic. Take her away and give her some 'special' treatment...

The woman was quickly dragged away by two Armed guards in the direction of the Imperial 'Entertainment' Rooms. Nobody would hear her screams...

The Emperor clicked his fingers and the letter was picked up and given to him by a servant.

He opened the envelope revealing a letter, which was discarded into a nearby brazier, ten million USD in International Banking bonds, which were to be cashed and distributed among the poor of the Guilds.

Anyway, where were we... Bring back the two whores...

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Several days later, a gift wrapped large box was delivered to Bob's Online Casino's Corporate Headquarters...

It contained Patricia naked and in a position of stuck pig with an Apple in her mouth, she had obviously been raped repeatedly and tortured extensively despite the work done to her aestetics to make her appear beautiful again... around her was arranged a light salad...

A note was up against the front of the parcel it said;



With my personal compliments,

The Emperor,



Underneath it lay a well packaged Data disc, on which contained the entire footage of her endurance of the rape, torture and finally her death at the hands of the Knights of Saint Peter.

Things were improving, he thought to himself.. the Education Fund would be reestablished and all would be well again. As Bob unwrapped the box, he carefully removed the bow and read the card to himself.. The video that was included now played on the overhead screens in the boardroom..

The video that played over the screen was sickening.. grisly scenes of Patricia tortured, raped and subsequently murdered by her captors who seemed to enjoy their work thoroughly. By the looks of the blood stained room where the events had taken place, this was not the first time this had taken place.

Bob opened the box and saw the arrangement sent to him,he choked back the bile rising in his throat and his heart began to fail him. Bob is having a massive coronary. All around him as the video plays out, one by one the board members run from the room while others clearly sickened by what they see vomit where they stand, others simply cannot comprehend what they are seeing before them, they are numbed by the level of violence they bear witness to.

Richard Smythe, who crafted the letter that caused the wrath of the executioners to come down upon Patricia was one of those who could not hold back the urge to be sick. John, who blessed the letter personally and allowed it to be presented to the Emperor of the Guilds stood there and watched as the horrific video played on.. his face was ashen and pale…"Jesus Christ what have I done?"

His boardroom in chaos; feeling the pain of a thousand knives being thrust into his heart as it constricts, with his hand he grasps at his chest, Bob managed to utter one more thing before the pain became to much for him "curse you and whore that nurtured you!"

Official Imperial Statement

We fully support our brothers in this endevour against these heretics. The Inquisition and Imperial Guard have been ordered to begin hunting suspect members of the Kiriz Clans. Membership to that clan has been declared heresy, and those found to be working with them will be susequently punished.

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Downtown Doom City, Doomingsland

An unmarked black van pulled up in front of a seemingly average looking apartment. Outside of the building, several Imperial Guardsmen were on patrol, scanning the area with their IGUACS system for known criminals. One of the men scanned the van. It was registered to the Inquisition.

They knew something was up, and the Inquisitors would need the people outside looking the other way. There were very few people on the street, so it would be easy. The Guardsmen started by igniting the stun prods mounted to their sub-machineguns, and herding the civilians out of the area.

Now that all was clear, the doors of the van flew open, and four armored Inquisitors stepped out and pulled the bolts back on their M27 carbines. They wore black fatigues, level IV vests with SPEAR gear, tactical helmets, and goggles. On the back of their vests was a golden skull impaled on a cross, the emblem of the Doomingsland Inquisition. The men made their way into the building, quietly climbing several flights of stairs. When they reached the target apartment, the lead Inquisitor snaked a fiber optic cable through the door. He looked through, and spotted the two subjects, sitting on a couch watching TV. One of the men took a bearching charge out of his bag, and fixed it to the door. He motioned for the others to take cover as he moved his thumb over the detonater.

BLAAAM

The door shattered into a few hundred pieces, filling the doorway with dust and smoke. The men poured in quickly surrounding the shocked men.

"You are under arrest for heresy against the Emperor...."

Official Response of the Military Junta:

These men shall face the usual death by firing squad, broadcasted live on Punishment TV.