NationStates Jolt Archive


The Great Eigth Reich begins Internal Cleansing

Witzgall
16-02-2005, 04:39
The trucks slowed to a halt and the handcuffed military officials were pulled out of the back of the vehicle. The four military trucks were stopped in an open field, where a tall obelisk stood out from the woodland area around the monument.

Two soldiers shouted orders to the officials, ordering them to make a line against the tall obelisk's base. The high beams of the trucks blinded the prisoners, so badly that nobody could make out any facial features of the kidnappers who had grabbed them from their homes without the slightest bit of warning.

The obelisk was fitting for this night. Engraved with the names of all those who served under the 1st Reich of Witzgall, the obelisk was a statue of courage and bravery in the highest form.

The prisoners, shackled and cuffed, marched to the monument and lined up with their backs against the tall statue. They stood their, patiently awaiting what would happen next.

The trucks slowly inched forwards, their lights blinding the prisoners even more, as the trucks inched up…closer and closer with every movement.

Stopping roughly twenty feet away from the line of prisoners and accused traitors, the trucks halted their movement. Five soldiers came out of the back of a fifth truck which had been kept in the forest for some time, and the prisoners did not notice the truck in the pure darkness that surrounded them.

The soldiers all carried a vintage, single shot sniper rifle without a scope. Calibered for the powerful thirty-ought-six round, the rifle would definetly kill a strong man with a single shot to the chest.

The two soldiers who had previously ordered the prisoners around began to walk down the line of captives, hand picking one between the two of them.

The one who was picked by both soldiers was dragged by the back of their neck, or their hair if long enough, forward five feet in front of the rest of the long line.

The five soldiers, shrouded in the blinding light of the high beams, loaded and cocked their rifles without examining the rounds. One of the men carried a magazine full of blanks, while the other four had a single round and the rest were blanks.

The first to go to the front was a woman, Field Marshal Kristen Tröffel. A great military leader and an outstanding member of the Council of Generals, tonight was destined to be "her night."

The two soldiers grabbed her by her long black hair and tossed her to the ground five feet in front of the rest of the line. The five soldiers took aim as soon as the other two soldiers began examing the line for the next defendant of this so-called trial.

The men took aim with their antique rifles, and awaited the signal. In two seconds, the high beams of all four trucks flashed off for an instant. In this instant, the rifles all sounded their loud bangs as the bullets flew out of the rifles, killing Kristen in an instant.

The process continued with the line for over four hours, and once done the anonymous soldiers belonging to this "solution of treason" left the blood-stained obelisk to be attained to by the untaimed forest to which it resided. The dead bodies of the Councilmembers were set afire, as to hide all evidence of this act.

They had done their duty, and they were proud. The Fuhrer would decorate his men with medals for the highest honor, as they had served him directly while doing this. The civilian population was not to know of this act, and would just think the decorations were for extreme courage portrayed during the riots after he became Fuhrer...
Verstummelung
16-02-2005, 05:19
The Specials Division, gives full support to the Witzgillian methoids of cleaning house.
Witzgall
18-02-2005, 01:02
Colonel George Sermin is on his daily walk in the park just two blocks south of his concealed apartment residence. He stops near a tree to smoke a cigarette, and sits himself on the bench nearby.

Lighting up, trying to cover his cigarette from the windy breeze, he looks around in fear of being watched. He jumps as he feels a hand rest on his shoulder abruptly.

"Stand up, Colonel." says the voice from behind him. "And do not look at my face."

Sermin rises from his seat, tossing his cigarette to the ground. The man behind him is dressed like a standard soldier, carrying his rifle with the barrel pointed at the Colonel's back. Onlookers look away from the scene as the Colonel is tossed into a white van, and the soldier steps inside.

"What's going on here? I demand some answers! This is kidnapping, damnit!" shouts Colonel Sermin, outraged from the disruption of his afternoon. The driver continues to drive, humming along to the radio. The soldier sits down on a small plastic crate, staring at the Colonel.

Inside the van is a bunch of radios, amplifiers, and other various electronic equipment like monitors and a laptop.

"Hush now, Colonel. Don't make things worse." says the soldier, placing his rifle on the passenger side seat without taking his eyes off of Sermin for a second.

"What the hell is this?" the Colonel questions, angering the soldier. The driver continues to drive at a normal pace, listening in on the speaking.

The soldier slaps Sermin across the face with his right hand, and curses aloud. "Shut the hell up, Colonel. It'd be wiser if you just listened to me." the soldier says, sitting back down on his crate.

The Colonel rubs his face, scratched by the soldier's heavy ring. He bleeds, but not alot.

"I demand to know what this all is, damnit! I'm a Colonel, of higher rank than you! Tell me why I'm here, or I'll court marshal your ass, soldier!" the Colonel shouts loudly.

The soldier smiles and nods his head in disbelief, and pulls a 9mm pistol out from behind him. His evil smirk shocks the Colonel, almost as much as the gun now to his forehead.

The soldier pulls the trigger, sending a bullet into the Colonel's forehead and crushing his skull. The soldier slides open the side door of the van and tosses the Colonel out of the moving vehicle, and the driver speeds off intently.

"Traitor..." says the soldier, holstering his firearm.
The Black Agents
18-02-2005, 01:06
Serect comms:-200 cross encryption

To Witzgall:
From: Classified

If you have any captives We would like to take them off your hands.




-end Comms
Witzgall
18-02-2005, 01:08
Serect comms:-200 cross encryption

To Witzgall:
From: Classified

If you have any captives We would like to take them off your hands.




-end Comms

There shall be no exchange or refugees sent to any outside nation whom is not trusted by our newly established government. We cannot trust anybody at this stage in the cleansing.