Skinny87
16-10-2005, 14:20
Dowland City, Greater Imperial Empire
The entire city was covered by a blanket of thick black smoke that permeated everything it touched, from buildings to individual pores. Most of the remaining buildings were on fire or in ruins; many had been blown to pieces by point-blank artillery and cannon fire, their defenders entombed forever in their shattered skeletons. Heavy tanks prowled the streets that had not been ripped apart or sealed off by rapidly-constructed barricades, and Riot Troopers scuttled behind the massive behemoths, M-8s and Batons at the ready. Gun shots and the occasional explosion could be heard in the distance, the only signs of continued resistance.
The Emperor stared impassively out of the thick glass windows of what remained of the Grey House. With one good eye he looked at a long chain of prisoners that was being led by several Troopers towards a Detention Centre for liquidation. One of the wretches fell, revealing for a second the uniform of a Republican Marine, before being clubbed by a Riot Trooper and being forced back into line, head bleeding copiously. Disgusted by the mans meekness and pathetic form, the Emperor turned back to the shattered insides of the Oval Office. He brushed aside the corpse at the desk and sat down in the chair by the desk, nostrils wrinkling at the foul odour.
"Did we find it intact?"
The question, asked in a low, flat tone, caused the man before him to shrink back a little before bowing his head, tunic rustling. "My liege. We did find the facility that you prophesised would exist. The vermin were apparently trying to escape when we captured the Gate Room. It may be of interest that coordinates were already input into the machine."
The Emperor turned, eyes curious. "Coordinates for what?"
The man took out a file from a red and brown case and placed it gingerly on the desk. "We believe that they are the coordinates for a parellel reality they were trying to escape into, possibly to recieve help. Fools."
With the flick of a hand, the Emperor dismissed the man, who slunk back into the ruins of the building. Then, opening the file, the man once known as Briggs smiled, and gave a bitter laugh that echoed throughout the ruins. Damsel Fate could be so forgiving and generousat times.
Three Days Later, New Kaylee Defense Base, Grand Republic
New Kaylee Defense Base was informally known as 'Bastion' due to the calibre and sheer number of the defences and troops defending the small island, barely ten miles by eight at its furthest points. Thus it was at 'Bastion' that the experiment was being developed in its final stages. If it were completed, the opportunities were expontential and infinite not just for the Grand Republic, but for all of Haven itself. In the Gate Room itself, the huge wireframe portal dwarfed the soldiers and scientists that moved around; it was fully half a mile wide and tall, and was a thing of scientific beauty. However, it was not yet complete; much of the wiring was incomplete, and the safety override was due next tuesday. There was no possible way that the Gate itself could be activated.
That, at least, was the theory. It certainly couldn't be activated from their side. The other side, however, weas an entirely different matter. Thus it was that at exactly 2234 Hours GMT every satellite in orbit around Haven, and many of the bordering regions, would record an energy spike unlike anything that had ever been recorded in the known history of man. Alarms screeched their warnings as the Gate began to revolve, slowly at first and then with ever-gathering speed until it was too fast for the unshielded eye to look at. A powerful white glow filled the room, and the Gate activated, sending out a huge wave of pure energy that vapourised anything within its range; hundreds were killed in an instant, and the Gate Room and a large part of the Facility was destroyed. The Gate, however, remained intact.
Slowly the glow faded, and the dazed and wounded survivors of the blast could see a huge crater, half a mile wide, in which the Gate was the only thing untouched. Then, the Gate opened. Eyes wide, the shocked survivors could only watch as hundreds of figures, clad in dark uniforms, pured from the Gate, followed by huge vehicles and even more figures. Not that they watched for long; they were dispatched within a few minutes by the Guardsmen who hunted them down with a ruthlessness unseen before. A foothold had been made for the Emperor.
Within a few minutes, the Grey House had been informed, and the National Guard throughout the nation mobilised, alongside the armed forces present. It was, however, a case of too little, too late. The chaotic forces overran a blocking position by a National Guard battalion within moments through sheer numbers, and encircled and wiped out a hastily assembled Armoured Division within an hour of the Gate activating. A combination of sheer numbers and advanced technology meant that wherever a stand was made, the Republican forces were wiped out. There might have been a glimmer of hope, had not more portals opened throughout the Republic, disgorging even more of the enemy forces. Within six hours, every military force in the Republic had been wiped out or forced into surrendering.
Last to fall was Dowland City, but not by long. There had simply been no time to prepare, and the sheer speed of the invasion had been staggering. There had been no time to call for reinforcements, no time to assemble anything like a defense. The Republic had fallen. This, however, did not stop the carnage. By the seventh hour, every person, every man, woman and child that been in the invasion areas was either dead or dying, put to the sword by the invaders without ever knowing who they were, or why they had attacked. By the eighth hour, there were very few people alive in what was once known as the Grand Republic, as the invaders used Plasma Warheads to wipe out entire cities and destroy any remaining citizens in them.
Exactly ten hours after the Gate activated, not a single soul was left alive in an area occupied by the Invaders. This was not just destruction, this was the way of the Emperor, and He liked it. In what remained of the Grey House, the Emperor faced President Martin. He smiled at the pathetic creature that lay sprawled before him. "I killed you only a few days ago, it might interest you to know. Or rather, I killed a version of you. You, the man who would dare to strip me of my rank and dismiss me from your country."
Xavier managed to pull his head up. He spat out blood, then answered weakly. "I...I have no idea who you are, you bastard. But what you did here....what you did will be avenged. Mark my words."
The Emperor smiled. "How noble, and how bland. I have heard those words come from your mouth more than a dozen times, in a dozen different realities, and yet I do not grow tired of them. They amuse me." He leaned forward, so that Xavier could hear him more clearly. "I have destroyed your country, as I have destroyed it more times than I can count. And I will travel through every reality and destroy you, again, and again, and again, until you are no more. Then, and only then, will I stop. And no-one can stop me."
With that, he stalked away and left what the corpse of President Xavier Martin contemplate the destruction of his country. In an hour, there was nothing left in the country alive, for the Emperor and his forces left via the portals; another reality had been destroyed, another slight made better.
OOC: yes, this is the end. I'm leaving NS forever, as you can tell from the post above. I'm leaving because of several things; University is taking its toll, and I have little time to write, but that is not all. The Mods are becoming far too powerful in NationStates, and have changed, and not for the better. I'm not going to start a rant against the Mods, because it will change nothing now. But I believe that the Mods are too powerful, and something must be done to hold them accountable for their actions before NationStates changes completely to something unrecognisable.
The entire city was covered by a blanket of thick black smoke that permeated everything it touched, from buildings to individual pores. Most of the remaining buildings were on fire or in ruins; many had been blown to pieces by point-blank artillery and cannon fire, their defenders entombed forever in their shattered skeletons. Heavy tanks prowled the streets that had not been ripped apart or sealed off by rapidly-constructed barricades, and Riot Troopers scuttled behind the massive behemoths, M-8s and Batons at the ready. Gun shots and the occasional explosion could be heard in the distance, the only signs of continued resistance.
The Emperor stared impassively out of the thick glass windows of what remained of the Grey House. With one good eye he looked at a long chain of prisoners that was being led by several Troopers towards a Detention Centre for liquidation. One of the wretches fell, revealing for a second the uniform of a Republican Marine, before being clubbed by a Riot Trooper and being forced back into line, head bleeding copiously. Disgusted by the mans meekness and pathetic form, the Emperor turned back to the shattered insides of the Oval Office. He brushed aside the corpse at the desk and sat down in the chair by the desk, nostrils wrinkling at the foul odour.
"Did we find it intact?"
The question, asked in a low, flat tone, caused the man before him to shrink back a little before bowing his head, tunic rustling. "My liege. We did find the facility that you prophesised would exist. The vermin were apparently trying to escape when we captured the Gate Room. It may be of interest that coordinates were already input into the machine."
The Emperor turned, eyes curious. "Coordinates for what?"
The man took out a file from a red and brown case and placed it gingerly on the desk. "We believe that they are the coordinates for a parellel reality they were trying to escape into, possibly to recieve help. Fools."
With the flick of a hand, the Emperor dismissed the man, who slunk back into the ruins of the building. Then, opening the file, the man once known as Briggs smiled, and gave a bitter laugh that echoed throughout the ruins. Damsel Fate could be so forgiving and generousat times.
Three Days Later, New Kaylee Defense Base, Grand Republic
New Kaylee Defense Base was informally known as 'Bastion' due to the calibre and sheer number of the defences and troops defending the small island, barely ten miles by eight at its furthest points. Thus it was at 'Bastion' that the experiment was being developed in its final stages. If it were completed, the opportunities were expontential and infinite not just for the Grand Republic, but for all of Haven itself. In the Gate Room itself, the huge wireframe portal dwarfed the soldiers and scientists that moved around; it was fully half a mile wide and tall, and was a thing of scientific beauty. However, it was not yet complete; much of the wiring was incomplete, and the safety override was due next tuesday. There was no possible way that the Gate itself could be activated.
That, at least, was the theory. It certainly couldn't be activated from their side. The other side, however, weas an entirely different matter. Thus it was that at exactly 2234 Hours GMT every satellite in orbit around Haven, and many of the bordering regions, would record an energy spike unlike anything that had ever been recorded in the known history of man. Alarms screeched their warnings as the Gate began to revolve, slowly at first and then with ever-gathering speed until it was too fast for the unshielded eye to look at. A powerful white glow filled the room, and the Gate activated, sending out a huge wave of pure energy that vapourised anything within its range; hundreds were killed in an instant, and the Gate Room and a large part of the Facility was destroyed. The Gate, however, remained intact.
Slowly the glow faded, and the dazed and wounded survivors of the blast could see a huge crater, half a mile wide, in which the Gate was the only thing untouched. Then, the Gate opened. Eyes wide, the shocked survivors could only watch as hundreds of figures, clad in dark uniforms, pured from the Gate, followed by huge vehicles and even more figures. Not that they watched for long; they were dispatched within a few minutes by the Guardsmen who hunted them down with a ruthlessness unseen before. A foothold had been made for the Emperor.
Within a few minutes, the Grey House had been informed, and the National Guard throughout the nation mobilised, alongside the armed forces present. It was, however, a case of too little, too late. The chaotic forces overran a blocking position by a National Guard battalion within moments through sheer numbers, and encircled and wiped out a hastily assembled Armoured Division within an hour of the Gate activating. A combination of sheer numbers and advanced technology meant that wherever a stand was made, the Republican forces were wiped out. There might have been a glimmer of hope, had not more portals opened throughout the Republic, disgorging even more of the enemy forces. Within six hours, every military force in the Republic had been wiped out or forced into surrendering.
Last to fall was Dowland City, but not by long. There had simply been no time to prepare, and the sheer speed of the invasion had been staggering. There had been no time to call for reinforcements, no time to assemble anything like a defense. The Republic had fallen. This, however, did not stop the carnage. By the seventh hour, every person, every man, woman and child that been in the invasion areas was either dead or dying, put to the sword by the invaders without ever knowing who they were, or why they had attacked. By the eighth hour, there were very few people alive in what was once known as the Grand Republic, as the invaders used Plasma Warheads to wipe out entire cities and destroy any remaining citizens in them.
Exactly ten hours after the Gate activated, not a single soul was left alive in an area occupied by the Invaders. This was not just destruction, this was the way of the Emperor, and He liked it. In what remained of the Grey House, the Emperor faced President Martin. He smiled at the pathetic creature that lay sprawled before him. "I killed you only a few days ago, it might interest you to know. Or rather, I killed a version of you. You, the man who would dare to strip me of my rank and dismiss me from your country."
Xavier managed to pull his head up. He spat out blood, then answered weakly. "I...I have no idea who you are, you bastard. But what you did here....what you did will be avenged. Mark my words."
The Emperor smiled. "How noble, and how bland. I have heard those words come from your mouth more than a dozen times, in a dozen different realities, and yet I do not grow tired of them. They amuse me." He leaned forward, so that Xavier could hear him more clearly. "I have destroyed your country, as I have destroyed it more times than I can count. And I will travel through every reality and destroy you, again, and again, and again, until you are no more. Then, and only then, will I stop. And no-one can stop me."
With that, he stalked away and left what the corpse of President Xavier Martin contemplate the destruction of his country. In an hour, there was nothing left in the country alive, for the Emperor and his forces left via the portals; another reality had been destroyed, another slight made better.
OOC: yes, this is the end. I'm leaving NS forever, as you can tell from the post above. I'm leaving because of several things; University is taking its toll, and I have little time to write, but that is not all. The Mods are becoming far too powerful in NationStates, and have changed, and not for the better. I'm not going to start a rant against the Mods, because it will change nothing now. But I believe that the Mods are too powerful, and something must be done to hold them accountable for their actions before NationStates changes completely to something unrecognisable.