NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC: Click here (http://modernwarstudies.net/Maps/concremokc.jpg) for a map of the region in question, and here (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Holy_Church_of_the_Broken_Dawn) for a brief, if incomplete, explenation of the of the Holy Church of the Broken Dawn.]

The Grand Cathedral of the Broken Dawn
Transguff stood to the forefront of the crowd of knights, sitting on the benches built for the pleasure of praying to Christ. He was in his finest robes, wearing the typical garb of the Pontifex of the Church of the Broken Dawn, which closely resembled that of the Catholic church, save for the symbols and the colors, and some of the styles. The previous day the same crowd had gathered to pray for the souls who had died in Concremo from government oppression against religion, and it had spawned a certain religious hate between the Empire and that of Concremo. For the second day Potifex Maximus Transguff I had called all of the Order of St. Atmos, a relatively underground and unknown religious order that had come off the original idea of the Broken Dawn.

The history of the Order was clouded within the dark days of the Kahtan Crusade, where the Empire's soldiers, as ordered by previous emperor Jonach I, had stormed the beaches of Kahta and forced the country into a position of desperation, constricting them by treaty after a few days of fighting. It was said that it was there where the Order sprung; indeed, a group of perhaps one thousand soldiers who had retired or gone home after the war, intent on forming a group that would act as the avantguard of the Imperial Church. From the day it had been formed, however, it had grown in size, with now over thirty thousand knights. These knights were not those clad in steel, but they followed the same guidelines, marching on foot in the stead of cavalry, wearing their protective BDU-64 Samson Battlesuits, purchased off Kriegzimmer. They were the religious army of the new age; if the Empire could not handle a called crusade, they would.

The noise cluttering the cathedral was suddenly broken as Transguff opened his arms and chanted,"Brethren of this Holy Church, you have been called here today for an occasion which we have been waiting for, for the past eight years! Our religion has been expulsed from the lands of Concremo and the Kraven Corporation, the latter being at war with the Golden Throne just mere months ago! Now, they dare stand in our way! They have insulted not only the Church of the Broken Dawn, but God, and in His own words, that must be punished!"

A huge roar ripped through the Knights, but they soon fell silent as it became obvious Transguff was to continued,"Therefore, I call on the Empire, protector of the Church of the Broken Dawn, to react, but they retort that they are in the midst of a war of succession. Fortunately for Fedor, he is right, and so I only have you to count on! Knights of the Order of St. Atmos, are you prepared to carry the burder of the banner of Christ? Are you prepared to fight for his will?"

More cheers erupted and fabled mists of yesses,as others nodded, and Transguff stood pleased. For four minutes the uproar continue until he again cut it off,"Well then, prepare your arms, for I have called, in the words of Him himself, the Great Crusade! Let their armies die to our holy soldiers, let their cities burn to the flames of God, and let their people set themselves free with the gospel of Heaven!"

With that the knights rose, giving yet a third uproar, filling the Cathedral with noise and cheers. Some unsheathed the swords they carried to keep with tradition and banged them against other metal objects, creating a clatter of metal. Transguff backed away, obviously satisfied with the results. He had worked for so many years to engrave the Church within the Empire, and now he would work equally as hard to export it abroad, and create a base of believers that would shock the world, and provide the community with a new fé.

Transguff had already settled the transportation question to Concremo and the Kraven Corporation, as the government had promised him free leave from Macabea, where shipping was free from the horrific Havenite submarines. From there, they would plan their ultimate strategy, and within days the workers of the Kraven Corporation and Concremo would face the prospects of being free.

Directed to the Heretics Which Rule Concremo et the Corporation,

Your inhumanities against the Church and her allied churches have caused much grief and by the grace of G-d we are not forced to stand for such insults and disrespects toward our Lord. You have been targetted, my friends, by the Broken Dawn for the greatest crusade undertaken by the Broken Dawn since the Kahtan Crusade. Therefore, to make things official, the Holy Church of the Broken Dawn has called for a crusade on the armies of Concremo and the Kraven Corporation for the destruction of Church property. Thereore, the Order of St. Atmos has declared themselves protected by G-d, and directed by Him, to restore political and religious order to the area.

The cities of the infedels and disloyals shall be burned to the ground, their armies slaughtered, their people burned. Those who deserve to be in the Kingdom of G-d will survive, and will see a happy life, and an even happier death. For those destined to die, we only hope that G-d can forgive, as we think he will, for G-d does not act on retribution, but on forgiveness. Regardless, hold your breaths, and convert to the Broken Dawn.

Indeed, this is our only warning message. Convert now, or die forever.

He read the message for the fourth time, and doubt clouded his usually clear mind. He was one of the High Council, and had long abandonned the concept of a 'name'. To the rest of the Council he was known as 04, and alongside the other eleven he had governed Concremo through every event in the last twenty years. At last he folded the paper and left it on his desk before leaving his office. He had work to do.

One hour later.

"My fellow Council Members," He spoke, addressing the other Eleven in the Council Chamber; a room at the top of the Citadel designed for such discussions. "For years, as a Nation, we have struggled against the many problems that Freedom of Religion has brought to us. Our informed and just response was to wipe it out, to rid ourselves of this... plague." There was nodding around the room. "However... I believe that we acted too quickly, and that we took the weaker option too soon." There were murmers around the Chamber as 04 continued, "This... religion... could offer the people of Concremo a new strength, a new unity, if we made it the only religion. Such sense of strength in numbers would never be achieveable through atheism and petty scientific debates!"

The wisperings turned to silence as the Emperor entered, a tall man dressed in a new ceremonial robe. However, the robe was hundreds of years old. Couopled with his recent isolationism and the relatively peaceful state of Concremo the Council members failed to recognise it. The Attire of War. With a nod the soldiers took position around the Chamber, several of them aiming weapons at High Council Member 04. A short, thin man entered the chamber behind the Emperor, and addressed the leader of Concremo directly.

"My Lord, we have a situation."



The breaking of glass was followed by gunfire as a top window became a vantage point for a desperate gunner. His scattered fire brought up clouds of dust from the Courtyard, and sounds of chipping stone filled the air. The Expulsion program had finally reached the far west of the Nation, but news had travelled faster than soldiers and the civilians had dug themselves in.

They had recieved authorization to proceed with indiscriminatory force, and six whole squads moved into position around the front of the Cathedral.

"What are we dealing with here?" asked a Sergeant, as a Commissar lined them up to issue orders.
"Church of the Broken Dawn, last one in the country. Source of propaganda: The Macabees. We have up to two hundred fully armed hostiles within that building, and the higher ups have decreed Starvation Through Seige to not be an option. Execute Protocol A26."

Six Stained-Glass windows lined the front of the building; three on each side of the huge oak doors. Each Squad lined up in front of a barricaded window, returning fire to hostiles on the second floor. An APC rolled into position and started moving forward; its eight wheels marking the paved floor. A seventh Squad was inside it, occupying the numerous machine guns and the two missile pods.

As the vehicle revved up the first man in each line of Infantry loaded a grenade into the underslung launcher. The message came through the helmet radios, high quality speakers conveying a perfect likeness of the Commissar.

"Go, Go, Go!"

As the APC hit the doors as full speed the grenades destoyed the blocked windows in a shower of coloured glass and splinters. The vehicle forced its way through with a combination of driving force and machine gun fire and burst its way into the building. Soldiers piled in through the windows, spreading out and opening fire with assault rifles and carbines.

The resisting forces had been prepared, not enough to repell such an assault. A panicked shot from an RPG hit the ceiling as its operator was riddled with the DU bullets of the Concremian Soldiers. The defenders routed, fleeing for the basement and upper levels as the APC screamed towards the altar. Machine guns flared and cut down anyone not in the IBPS of the Concremian Soldiers, not caring for collateral damage from stray bullets.

The whine of a VTOL engine was heard above the abating gunfire, and short-sharp bursts of chaingun fire announced the arrival of air support. An additional two squads had zip-lined down onto the roof, and were forcing entry to the upper levels.

The gunfire had stopped from below, and it was clear that the basement-battle had been won. The Commissar outside looked at a monitor, displaying the exact view of soldier 264-454-873M. It showed fourty-something civilians lined up against a wall, and a Sergeant flawlessly reciting the speech that indicated them of their choice between execution and deportation.

The Sergeant stopped in his tracks, concentrating on the message from the Commissar.

"New orders from above, Execute them." Came the voice in his earpeice.

Without a hint of mercy, regret or remorse the Soldiers took position and opened fire. No dramatic build-up, no request for last words; just the efficient and effective removal of liabilities.



"Ah, My Lord, it appears that the situation has just been resolved, we have zero casualties."

The Eleven members of the Council had been informed of the removal of the last Broken Dawn church in the Nation. A trail of blood on the floor hinted at the fate of the rogue 04 and the methods used to remove him.

"Religious persons shall be shot on sight, or executed by firing squad without trial. Any Objections?" Spoke the Emperor.

In sector 18, also known as Northern Cydonia was the location of The Corporate mining complex, it was a massive sprawling mass of industrial machinery, Furnaces, Smelting plants, refinery systems, conveyers, massive chimenys pouring thick Acrid smoke, Cooling towers gouting billows of steam into the atmosphere, despite the Heavy snow fall, the heat from the Complex could easily be felt from a distance from the outer perimiter, even from the lands of Concremo the blight on the land scape that was the Corporate Mines could be easily seen, and was well known throughout The Corporation and Concremo as easily being Hell On Earth...

Guard towers were dotted about, spot lights flashed around the facilty, ensuring that all was going smoothly and looking for possible intruders or escapees, not that it mattered, any Human resource that was brought to the plant was fitted with a device that would cause their head to instantly explode if they passed a certain perimiter Relay system, these were dotted about any location of importance or just before the boundry of the Complex...

Section 12, Iridium Ore Mine, Northern Cydonia, Sector 18


Lines and upon lines of slave workers were being herded into the mine, it was a long shaft that had been worn down with many many footfalls..., Capitol police Watched over the precedings, these troopers walked up and down the lines, looking at the slaves with uncaring obscured eyes, they footfalls in the snow left an imprint as they continued up the line, people stood in clothes they were wearing from when they were first rounded up, the Occasional Goblin having survived the initial first two weeks where the average human died, taken from the Blood Moon Campaign, others looked typicaly Numonican, and there were some Noddestan citizens there, each wore clothes akin to their own nation, but were torn and ripped to shreads, dirty and stained in blood, sweat and oil...

One woman collapsed due to the heat, despite them being in the northern sector and the sheer cold, the facility was intensly hot...

She was dragged out to the side of the line, where she was beaten half to death by two capitol police troopers, they used riot baton and Fist, she murmered only a little, learning quickly that screaming and crying only resulted in further beatings...

A few men ran to her help, upset and fed up with these constant beatings, they were dragged to the floor by the large frames of the Capitol Police, each one was forced to their knees infront of this woman, and promtly executed in front of her, a Capitol Police trooper had hold of the womans hair, forcing her head back to watch these men get executed for her Mistake...

A trooper walked up the line and without care placed a round from his Corporate side arm into each of the men's brains...

The Woman murmured again as she was covered in the grey matter and gore of her would be saviours head..

once the task was completed, the Capitol Police dragged her back to the line, forced her to stand and left without ever saying a word...

A reichmarshal, walked up the line... watching the preceedings before hand...

He approached the woman and slapped her with the back of his hand...

"Let that be a lesson to you, HR 8-6-5-4-3-6... You will work until you die, While you still breath... You still Work.... Now Get Back Up"

the woman lay there, exauhsted.....

"I said Get Back Up"

The Reichmarshal kicked her in the stomach, forcing her to land on her side...

"Get Back Up.... On your Feet HR!"

she groaned... clutching her stomach..

The Reichmarshal clenched his teeth... pulling out his side arm he swiftly put a bullet through her brain...

"Let that be a lesson to you all.... While you Still Breath... You Still Work"

The Reichmarshal returned to where he was previously stood...

A capitol Police trooper at the back of the line shoved a HR with his GPMG, using both hands to thrust it side ways into the guys back, then through enhanced vocal systems spoke one simple command....

"Move"

With that the line continued down into the Mine...

OOC: Sorry to clutter, is this open, looks like it oculd get quite fun here.

OOC: Not sure, TG The Macabees and aquire further information

IC:

Section 12, Iridium Mines, Level 5

The Coloum had been marching for several hours now, moving lower and lower into the earths crust, Iridium was part of the Compound used to form the steel used in the construction of Capitol Protect gear, its unique properties allowed the steel to be forged with incredible strength while maintaining its relativly low weight that allowed the Capitol Police to be so well protected while at the same time fully mobile...

The Coloum had passed one of the Rock faces where another work crew chipped and picked away at the ore deposits with Pickaxes and shovels, One workers pickaxe smashed against the ore...

A Capitol Police trooper marched over and dragged him to the floor, a swift Riot Baton to the face sent him sprawling back to the floor... another Trooper joined the First and the beating continued, the man rolled over as a trooper planted his boot firmly into his stomach, rolling over the man spat blood out on to the floor, while a Reichmarshal overseeing this Sector of Section 12, walked over...

"You will learn to look after your tools.."

A Trooper smashed the Baton across his shoulders, then once across his arm, with enough force to smash the bone.... the man let out a scream of agony, clutching his arm and crying, begging for forgivness....

"Now get back to work..."

"I... " the man tried to speak, blood trickling from his mouth, he wimpered clutching his arm "I... Don't have a Pick" he cowered expecting another beating...

"Your God of Broken Dawn gave you hands.... Now Use Them"

The two capitol police troopers dragged the man back to the Rock face, and thrust his submissive form into the rock face... he slumped down before trying his hardest to drag himself back up... then feebly began to claw at the rock face, his nails chipping and being lifted up by the hard rocks, his fingers began to bleed, split open by the sharp jagged Iridium ore... the two Capitol Police returned to their patrol routes, and the Reichmarshal returned to his Staff office....

The Line continued to march down into the mine, where eventually they came upon an empty rock face...

A man, who held the scars of multiple beatings pushed a wheeled cart over to the group, inside were many rock picks and shovels...

The man began distributing Picks and shovels to the people amassed, while the ever vidgil capitol police stood over seeing the Operation...

The man dropped a pick axe while handing it over feebly to a man... instantly he cowered in sheer terror, his eyes welled up with tears and he brought his hands up to protect him from the beatings he was about to receive...

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The Capitol Police dragged him to the ground and placed the heavy butt of the GPMG into his jaw, cracking it... he screamed in pain as the bone shattered splinters of his jaw poking through his cheek... he knew that with the state of the Mine, he'd be dead within two weeks...

The Capitol Police continued the beating, ensuring that everyone present was watching, one woman turned away, looking down at the floor, covering her mouth as tears streaked down her face, a Capitol Police trooper strode over, and a black gloved hand grabbed her face and forced her to watch, ensuring she would know the penalties of faliure...

the Two troopers dragged the man back to the cart and slung him over it, they waited for him to pull himself up and continue the distribution of the tools, before they returned to their positions...

OOC: If this is open, I'd like to join (On Macabees side).

Palace of the Moon, The Imperial City, Rystal, Khallayne

The Grand Vizzer Opal ry'Ewo Rystal, the Mother-Dowager of the Empress, the Left and Right Hands of the Empress, Servant of the Dynasty looked at the latest diplomatic reports from The Macabees with minimal interest.

"So what you are saying is that this, 'Church of the Broken Dawn' and the government of The Macabees are at war?" Opal asked of the Imperial Court Wizard Soroa, who seemed to know almost everything going on in the world at any given time. "Yes Your Eminence," Soroa said to the Grand Vizzer/Mother-Dowager in an etheral voice that gave no hint to gender. Soroa wore billowing yellow robes and a hood over his (or her) head and a mask to hide the face.

"Should the Empire get involved?" Opal asked but she already knew the answer. "No, but I would recomend that if things get worse that we send in humanitarian aide, to which ever side seems to deserve our assistance." Soroa said to the Mother of the Empress.

"Very well, next topic." the Grand Vizzer/Mother-Dowager said to the Wizard to close the matter.


Her Loyal Eminence Grand Vizzer Opal ry’Ewo Rystal, Mother-Dowager of the Empress, The Right and Left Hands of the Empress, Servant of the Dynasty

The Group of people who had been brought down to this level, then issued with tools, began working at the rock face, each one swung their pick, harder and faster than the last, fearing a beating that might end their life, every day workers attempted to avoid beatings by working faster and harder than the person next to them, it was garanteed that if you were beaten you would probably die from infections or Iridium poisoning two weeks later, but each worker held on to a scrap of hope that some day they may very well be liberated from this hell on earth...

Capitol Police troopers walked up and down the line, the red glowing lenses regarding these workers as nothing more than hunks of meat with one sole purpose, to work...

at one side of the Rock face was a convyer, workers would break the ore from the face, then workers with shovels would load it into carts, that would then be pushed to the Conveyer then tipped out, the load would be taken to another part of the complex where it would be crushed, refined then used to power the indefacitable machine of the Corporation...

Workers fell all the time, through sheer exaustion, stress, broken or damaged limbs and the heat.

Often, the fallen workers when dead were simply loaded onto the conveyer and taken away to be processed with the rest of the Ore... If they would not serve the Corporation in the Mines, they would serve the Corporation in other means...

one man, downed tools... he threw his pickaxe to the floor, and placed both hands on his hips... Instantly a Capitol Police trooper strode over...

"Return to your Work Area..." came the order, it was cool, calm and lacked emotion...

"I'll have you know, I was an MP in the Numonican Houses of Parliment...."

"HR 6-5-8-24-1 Return to Your Work Area"

"I am, David Atherton, I demand Diplomatic Immunity from this Barbaric Enslavement..."

The Capitol Police trooper stared at him through lenses that regarded him as nothing more than an expendable worker...

A Reichmarshal walked over, leaving his office after other Capitol Police troopers had informed him via the Command Relay...

"Whats going on here THX 987"

"HR 6-5-8-24-1 Refuses to return to his work area, He demands Diplomatic Immunity... Your Orders?"

"Diplomatic Immunity"

"Ye..."

"Silence" The reichmarshal spoke, smacking the MP with the back of his hand and sending his weakend state sprawling to the floor

"THX 987... Make an Example of this man and Ensure none others get ideas above their station..."


"By your Command"

The Capitol Police trooper dragged the man over to the conveyer belt, this belt took the ore to another section of the mine where the ore would be crushed, refined then smelted...

The trooper lifted the man onto the conveyer Housing, then producing his riot baton, began to beat the MP on the chest several times with the baton, the man howled in pain as each blow struck his chest, the trooper proceeded to then smash the baton into his face, breaking his nose and dislodging several teeth... as the man struggled to stand, the Capitol Police trooper hoisted the man onto the conveyer, slowly the man began to move away... the conveyer taking him into the depths of the Facility... as he came to his senses the last thing he saw were the spinning grinding teeth of the primary stage crusher...

There was a scream of pain, followed by a sickening crunch of bones....

"You are all here to work.." The Riechmarshal spoke... "Forget your past lives, they mean nothing here.... you work 'till you die.... While you Breath... You Work...."

A capitol Police trooper shooved another man into the rock face followed by the simple command....

"Work"

A capitol Police trooper walked up and down the Rock face guarding this work team... Another was stood on a gantry above the Conveyer system, they watched the workers toil away, using pick axes and shovels to work the rock face...

"Hey" one worker spoke to another, just next to him...

"We could make a break for it.."

"Shhh, Don't be an Idiot, thier arn't any medels for dead Heros.."

"Look, we have tools, We can u..." he broke off when a Capitol Police trooper walked past, the GPMG being thrust into the back of his head... he fell forwards into the rock face...

"Silence" came the single command from the Trooper, his voice altered by the Vocal enhancer, to the point where it sounded more machine than man....

the man rubbed his head, as the Trooper turned and walked off...

the man now speaking in a hused tone..

"look, We've got tools, we can use them as weapons, I bet we can overpower the guards"

"Don't be an idiot, they are carrying GPMG's, They'd murder us, you saw what they did to the others"

"I'd rather die trying, than die Working... You never know, It might work... I heard there were 24 million workers in here.... If Enough of us Take up arms, Im sure we could succeed"

The other worker just shook his head and continued shoveling rock into a Wheel barrow...

The Hero turned around, and picked up a shovel.. dropping his pickaxe...

picking up speed he walked towards the Capitol Police trooper...

"Hey Bud!?" the man shouted, getting the attention of the trooper...

The Man swung the Shovel into the face mask of the Trooper as he turned around.... there was a clang of metal against metal.... the troopers head jerked back slightly from the force... but the impact was not enough to take the troopers head off, let alone knock him off his feet...

All around workers followed suit, they picked up tools or rocks and ran at the sole trooper, swinging tools as hard as they could, the Trooper was being swarmed by this desperate attempt to escape, people shouted and roared in anger as the frenzied combat reached a fever pitch, the trooper was being dragged to his feet, his GPMG taken from his hands, and dropped to the floor, the workers, not strong enough to wield it... the Trooper fought desperatly using clenched fist and elbow to fight back at the swarm of workers...

The Riot had brought the attention of other capitol police troopers, they advanced on the Riot, GPMG's held level..

"Reichmarshal, There is a situation... Your orders?"

"Execute the Work force."
"Understood, By Your Command"

instantly the 8 Capitol police troopers that had now assembled around the Riot opened fire, the GPGM's hammering rounds through the air, the noise of the riot broken by gun fire, panicked the workers, they began to flee from the trooper, who lay on the floor, struggling to pull various pick axes out from his chest.

Bullets flew left and right, catching the unprotected workers, cutting through three or four of them at a time, ripping great chunks of flesh from their bodies... The Troopers advanced, stepping over corpses and tracking new targets, their GPMG's swinging left and right, followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the earthen floor... quickly the work force was cut down, like Reapers cutting fresh corn...

the Mine's rock face was littered with with empty shell casings and bodies...

From a Gantry the Reichmarshal had been watching.... Before turning and heading back to his office...