Rahiili
25-08-2005, 01:39
Fringe Territories, Kurragi Plains
A tall, slim, dark man stood beside the only “building” that would pass as permanent in the encampment, holding his AK-47 assault rifle tightly to his chest, surveying his surroundings. Anyone could be an enemy here, on the fringes of Tzubecki Soviet control, and with the scarcity of any surrounding buildings, this would be a target.
Comrade Tzubecki had sent them here for a reason, but the man could not see that reason now. The only people for several hundred miles around were a nomad tribe, and those were so familiar. The only reason that the man could think of for their presence here was that there was something the higher ups were not telling the grunts.
And he was right.
For several years now, to the knowledge of only the most respected in the Tzubecki organization, this encampment had been the site of one of the largest Soviet cover-ups in Rahiili history. And now it was finished.
For three years, the Tzubecki organization had been pouring money into an underground research facility that was so secret, only Yuri Tzubecki and his chief advisors knew of it. Now, after waiting so long, DKB 0001 was complete, the first NBC research facility in Rahiili history.
And ten men guarded it.
The tall man looked up from the dirt where he had been watching a particularly large spider scuttle across the ground, and saw too many things that were not supposed to be there.
Frightened, he opened fire on the three robed men with guns in front of him, emptying his clip in the general direction of the would be assailants. Unfortunately for the man, another robed man had sneaked behind him, and with a swift stroke of his hunting knife, brought him down before he realized his mistake.
“Brahiri fonaku. Trahiidi heptera reesk.” (“Move quickly. The others will have heard.”)
With that, many, many more robed men emerged from hiding places around the encampment and moved towards the speaker, quite obviously the leader of the force. They numbered over seventy men, and they filed quickly into the building that the man, now on the ground, had been guarding. The leader kneeled next to his kill silently, and murmured:
“Toniigu meesk, Rahiili Fare.” (“Rest in peace, Guardian of Rahiili.”)
After he said this, he closed the man’s eyes and moved on with his men.
Tzubecki Palace, Tai Zani
Yuri Tzubecki sat in silence at his desk, sorting through papers and wishing he were home with his wife and child. He was just contemplating leaving for the night when a phone rang on his desk. He answered slowly, hoping for good news.
“Da?”
“Comrade, DKB 0001 high alert.”
“Da.”
Horrified, Yuri set the phone back in it’s cradle, thinking over what he had just been told. So the natives were ready to fight. Then they would fight back. Yuri picked the phone up again and hit speeds dial seven.
Hallad.
“Good evening, Comrades, it is Yuri Tzubecki. May I speak with your Premier?”
A tall, slim, dark man stood beside the only “building” that would pass as permanent in the encampment, holding his AK-47 assault rifle tightly to his chest, surveying his surroundings. Anyone could be an enemy here, on the fringes of Tzubecki Soviet control, and with the scarcity of any surrounding buildings, this would be a target.
Comrade Tzubecki had sent them here for a reason, but the man could not see that reason now. The only people for several hundred miles around were a nomad tribe, and those were so familiar. The only reason that the man could think of for their presence here was that there was something the higher ups were not telling the grunts.
And he was right.
For several years now, to the knowledge of only the most respected in the Tzubecki organization, this encampment had been the site of one of the largest Soviet cover-ups in Rahiili history. And now it was finished.
For three years, the Tzubecki organization had been pouring money into an underground research facility that was so secret, only Yuri Tzubecki and his chief advisors knew of it. Now, after waiting so long, DKB 0001 was complete, the first NBC research facility in Rahiili history.
And ten men guarded it.
The tall man looked up from the dirt where he had been watching a particularly large spider scuttle across the ground, and saw too many things that were not supposed to be there.
Frightened, he opened fire on the three robed men with guns in front of him, emptying his clip in the general direction of the would be assailants. Unfortunately for the man, another robed man had sneaked behind him, and with a swift stroke of his hunting knife, brought him down before he realized his mistake.
“Brahiri fonaku. Trahiidi heptera reesk.” (“Move quickly. The others will have heard.”)
With that, many, many more robed men emerged from hiding places around the encampment and moved towards the speaker, quite obviously the leader of the force. They numbered over seventy men, and they filed quickly into the building that the man, now on the ground, had been guarding. The leader kneeled next to his kill silently, and murmured:
“Toniigu meesk, Rahiili Fare.” (“Rest in peace, Guardian of Rahiili.”)
After he said this, he closed the man’s eyes and moved on with his men.
Tzubecki Palace, Tai Zani
Yuri Tzubecki sat in silence at his desk, sorting through papers and wishing he were home with his wife and child. He was just contemplating leaving for the night when a phone rang on his desk. He answered slowly, hoping for good news.
“Da?”
“Comrade, DKB 0001 high alert.”
“Da.”
Horrified, Yuri set the phone back in it’s cradle, thinking over what he had just been told. So the natives were ready to fight. Then they would fight back. Yuri picked the phone up again and hit speeds dial seven.
Hallad.
“Good evening, Comrades, it is Yuri Tzubecki. May I speak with your Premier?”