Cadillac-Gage
16-05-2005, 01:34
To keep "In Harem's Way" clear of side-issues, and tying in to the Vastivan Terrorism thread (see links), here's the first "offshoot" RP.
Quick Overview:
In their drive to 'normalize' relations with the rest of the world, the Rogue State of Cadillac-Gage, after centuries of fairly aggressive islationist neutrality, has been contacting nations left and right, trying to forge significant alliances.
Part of this drive included their involvement with Nellisland and Malkyer's formation of the DAFP, the signing of the JRTC agreements, (a "Joint Military Training" organization), and extensions of diplomatic contacts to several larger nations.
Factbook Entries (preliminary)
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=409150
DAFP combination formation thread
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8490172#post8490172
JRTC Formation Thread
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=406662
Including the Sultanate of Vastiva.
In an effort to cement closer ties to a world power they percieve as significant, Cadillac-Gage submitted an applicant to the Sultan's Harem.
"In Harem's Way" Intro post (second)
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8582443&postcount=43
This resulted in numerous protests domestically against this action-protests silenced by the shared horror as a Vastivan antigovernment group called "Janus Bin Toto" carried out an airline bombing that claimed 542 innocent lives.
The Airliner Bombing Post
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8868029&postcount=607
The Vastivan Response
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8868088&postcount=609
A second incident occurred the same morning that the bomb went off-an attempted sabotage of the Stahlhaver number Fourteen reprocessing reactor. Being a Gen-4 reactor design, the sabotage utterly failed to do more than kill one maintenance worker, and severely injure six others attempting to close off the live-steam lines.
The second bombing Post
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8879909&postcount=628
Vastiva sent information on "Janus Bin Toto", but the damage so far has been done. The sultanate agreed to hold, and then permit extradition, of a suspect, whose 'interrogations' began with a visit from a... special examiner...
Nasiri Yassassin's reply to the extradition request
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8880016&postcount=630
OOC Threads that apply:
"In Harem's Way" OOC thread:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=407478]
"Come to Vastiva, Blow things Up!" Terrorism OOC thread:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=417981
To: Director Nasiri Yassassin, Office of State Security, Vastiva
From: Assistant Director Magritte Holmaur, Assistant Director Special Circumstances Division, Cadillac-Gage
RE: Sattelite Coverage
We'd appreciate it.
Suspect has been retrieved, will be conducting interview, we'll send you a copy prior to taking any additional legal actions.
Thanks for your help.
Detrojtja Detention Area...
The prisoner sat in orange coveralls, hands clamped down to the desk in front of him at the elbow and wrist. Across the table were two chairs.
He'd been like this for twenty minutes. They'd brought him in, stripped of his clothing, his identity documents, even shorn his hair, then, fastened him down, and left him alone under an IR-spectrum enhanced light.
Finally, the door behind him opened, he heard soft footsteps. "Don't try to resist, it will only hurt more." a cool, female voice said, and he felt fingers on his temples.
Agony He felt his very being being peeled like an onion.
"My, Amal, you have been a Naughty little boy." the woman 'tsked'.
"How Ever did you get those, I wonder...hmm..." Involuntarily, he found his mouth working, his voice, like a distant echo, talking about how his identity had been constructed, how he'd eliminated the man whose name he used to enter the country, how he'd averted suspicion-just the way the new 'advisor' had told him to do it.
NO! This can NOT BE!! He was confessing-and he had no control. He began to describe the rest of his Cell, who they were, what they looked like, where they were staying, even their cover identities.
"Where did you get the explosives?" she asked.
He Told her. It was like being a puppet in the hands of some almighty deity-a brutal and unforgiving deity, drooling and laughing at the misery of mere mortal men.
this was no mere interrogation, this was the psychic equivalent of rape-with-a-chainsaw.
She dug deeper.
Amal Bin Hararil had never felt the slightest remorse for any of the hundereds of acts he'd committed since becoming part of Janus-Bin-Toto. The pain and misery he'd caused had never bothered him-after all, it was part of the struggle, occasionally pieces had to be removed.
Sociopaths do not know remorse.
Amal was beginning to regret everything, because the cold disapproval was tearing through his strongest rationalizations like fire through a tissue wall.
His invincibility was crumbling under the onslaught, and for once, there was no escape, no rescue coming, and no mercy whatsoever.
Each of his 'accomplishments' was being reviewed, judged, and disposed of with mocking derision.
"Well... Amal. You will talk when the others come. You will tell them everything, because we already know everything, and if you do not, I will give you a 'gift' that will make you beg for death." she said it softly, gently.
the fingers were no longer on his head, in his head.
he turned, and saw only a woman's retreating back, going through the door.
He was alone again, with his wounds, unmarked but naked to the world's scorn.
He wanted his mommy.
Quick Overview:
In their drive to 'normalize' relations with the rest of the world, the Rogue State of Cadillac-Gage, after centuries of fairly aggressive islationist neutrality, has been contacting nations left and right, trying to forge significant alliances.
Part of this drive included their involvement with Nellisland and Malkyer's formation of the DAFP, the signing of the JRTC agreements, (a "Joint Military Training" organization), and extensions of diplomatic contacts to several larger nations.
Factbook Entries (preliminary)
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=409150
DAFP combination formation thread
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8490172#post8490172
JRTC Formation Thread
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=406662
Including the Sultanate of Vastiva.
In an effort to cement closer ties to a world power they percieve as significant, Cadillac-Gage submitted an applicant to the Sultan's Harem.
"In Harem's Way" Intro post (second)
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8582443&postcount=43
This resulted in numerous protests domestically against this action-protests silenced by the shared horror as a Vastivan antigovernment group called "Janus Bin Toto" carried out an airline bombing that claimed 542 innocent lives.
The Airliner Bombing Post
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8868029&postcount=607
The Vastivan Response
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8868088&postcount=609
A second incident occurred the same morning that the bomb went off-an attempted sabotage of the Stahlhaver number Fourteen reprocessing reactor. Being a Gen-4 reactor design, the sabotage utterly failed to do more than kill one maintenance worker, and severely injure six others attempting to close off the live-steam lines.
The second bombing Post
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8879909&postcount=628
Vastiva sent information on "Janus Bin Toto", but the damage so far has been done. The sultanate agreed to hold, and then permit extradition, of a suspect, whose 'interrogations' began with a visit from a... special examiner...
Nasiri Yassassin's reply to the extradition request
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8880016&postcount=630
OOC Threads that apply:
"In Harem's Way" OOC thread:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=407478]
"Come to Vastiva, Blow things Up!" Terrorism OOC thread:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=417981
To: Director Nasiri Yassassin, Office of State Security, Vastiva
From: Assistant Director Magritte Holmaur, Assistant Director Special Circumstances Division, Cadillac-Gage
RE: Sattelite Coverage
We'd appreciate it.
Suspect has been retrieved, will be conducting interview, we'll send you a copy prior to taking any additional legal actions.
Thanks for your help.
Detrojtja Detention Area...
The prisoner sat in orange coveralls, hands clamped down to the desk in front of him at the elbow and wrist. Across the table were two chairs.
He'd been like this for twenty minutes. They'd brought him in, stripped of his clothing, his identity documents, even shorn his hair, then, fastened him down, and left him alone under an IR-spectrum enhanced light.
Finally, the door behind him opened, he heard soft footsteps. "Don't try to resist, it will only hurt more." a cool, female voice said, and he felt fingers on his temples.
Agony He felt his very being being peeled like an onion.
"My, Amal, you have been a Naughty little boy." the woman 'tsked'.
"How Ever did you get those, I wonder...hmm..." Involuntarily, he found his mouth working, his voice, like a distant echo, talking about how his identity had been constructed, how he'd eliminated the man whose name he used to enter the country, how he'd averted suspicion-just the way the new 'advisor' had told him to do it.
NO! This can NOT BE!! He was confessing-and he had no control. He began to describe the rest of his Cell, who they were, what they looked like, where they were staying, even their cover identities.
"Where did you get the explosives?" she asked.
He Told her. It was like being a puppet in the hands of some almighty deity-a brutal and unforgiving deity, drooling and laughing at the misery of mere mortal men.
this was no mere interrogation, this was the psychic equivalent of rape-with-a-chainsaw.
She dug deeper.
Amal Bin Hararil had never felt the slightest remorse for any of the hundereds of acts he'd committed since becoming part of Janus-Bin-Toto. The pain and misery he'd caused had never bothered him-after all, it was part of the struggle, occasionally pieces had to be removed.
Sociopaths do not know remorse.
Amal was beginning to regret everything, because the cold disapproval was tearing through his strongest rationalizations like fire through a tissue wall.
His invincibility was crumbling under the onslaught, and for once, there was no escape, no rescue coming, and no mercy whatsoever.
Each of his 'accomplishments' was being reviewed, judged, and disposed of with mocking derision.
"Well... Amal. You will talk when the others come. You will tell them everything, because we already know everything, and if you do not, I will give you a 'gift' that will make you beg for death." she said it softly, gently.
the fingers were no longer on his head, in his head.
he turned, and saw only a woman's retreating back, going through the door.
He was alone again, with his wounds, unmarked but naked to the world's scorn.
He wanted his mommy.