NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: By the time this RP is finished the Totalitarian Empire of Concremo will be under new management. I'm not leaving, you don’t get rid of me that easily, but I’ll be on the forums as a similar nation of similar size. If you want in, just TG me or KC.

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His name had been erased from his memory when he joined The Council, and now he was known as 04. He checked his appearance in the mirror; a charcoal grey suit that could have been worn by any businessman on the planet. This man, however, was in politics for the rest of his life. The original 04 had been executed for siding with potential invaders, and here was his replacement.

04 looked longingly at the four suitcases piled on his desk, each one filled to bursting point with 500C notes. He was taking the biggest bribe in the history of Concremo, and this was just the first instalment. He straightened his tie, checked his handgun and took the elevator to the 50th floor.

The Chamber was magnificent, and had served as a meeting place for The Council since the Middle Ages, though it had undergone many redecorations. The floor was marble around the edges, with a thick grey carpet in the centre; and twelve mahogany desks ringed the room. Six on each side, with a gap for the entrance and a gap for a large throne; over ten feet high and made from solid marble, the gold inlay seemed to cover it like a vine.

The other eleven of The Council and the Emperor himself were already there when 04 arrived, he apologised and took his seat while nervously glancing at his watch.
"My Lord, and gentlemen of the Council. Over the past few weeks, as you know, I have been supervising the Concremian Firearms project to create a new and improved assault rifle."
There were murmurs around the room, others had not been told a thing about this project.
"And now, I present to you all the final product!"

Four soldiers marched into the room with mechanical precision, each wielding what 04 introduced as an APR-2000. In reality, the weapon was the old APR-120 painted black with plastic bits stuck on. The twenty or so Civil Guardians who protected the Chamber eyed the rifles quizzically.

The four soldiers bowed to the Emperor, and then it happened. 04 stood as the soldiers rolled into position; surrounding the emperor and opening fire on the Civil Guardians. Harmless return fire hammered into the ceiling, as the doors opened once more.

The colour drained from the Council members' faces as the Capitol Police strode in, GPMGs held at the ready and the uncaring red eyes that took everything in. The politicians knew the CP as the right hand of the Kraven Corporation; crude clones who would seek their targets as long as they were capable of breathing. They operated on sheer numbers and fear tactics, although these obeying soldiers were more than a match for a normal human.

04 walked casually into the centre of the room, taking a handkerchief and wiping dust from the red lens of a CP trooper. With a simple gesture the other eleven council members were roughly lined up against the wall. 04 gave the order, and the merciless CP executed the Concremian leaders without hesitation.

The traitor levelled his pistol at The Emperor, and took off the safety.
"So you know, my friend, I’m in this for the money. Me and the Corporation have a lot in common." Chuckled 04 as he shot the Emperor in the stomach.

The man gasped and fell backwards into the Throne, clutching his wound but retaining his composure.

"While i still breathe in this room, I rule this Nation. And my word is Law!" He rasped as he raised his right hand. Inside was a small silver device with a single button on it.
"Shit! Shoot him! Shoot him!" Yelled 04 as the Emperor stood. The CP formed a semi-circle and fired, their 7.62 rounds shredding the robed man. But it was too late, and with a maniacal laugh the button was pressed to detonate 400lbs of concealed plastic explosive.

The building was torn to shreds, and the highest generals in Concremo were assembled. It was all downhill from here, the Nation of Concremo was going to fall.

All over Concremo, The Armarda of Assault Vtols roared overhead, citizens viewed the sight with a confused amazement...

Several Vtols swung round, Hovering at 25 feet above the ground, Black ziplines were deployed, Citizens faces changed from confusion to sheer panic as the Form of Capitol Police troopers efficiently slid down the lines, heavy black jack boots impacting onto the tarmac of Concremo...

Instantly the Troopers set to work, Entering buildings, the forms of the Troopers moving through rooms, grabbing civilians left and right... One woman was cooking tea for her family, they were sat around the table, as a massive form a Trooper strode in, Dragging the father, kicking and screaming from the table, the Children were dragged also, while the mother tried in vain to fight off the overpowering frame of a Trooper... pots and pans were strewn across the room, the table over turned and laid to one side...

Out in the street, Troopers were forcing people to stand in lines, their hands placed on their heads...

In another house Capitol Police entered, breaking down the door with a swift kick from an armoured Jack boot, the Squad stormed in, Instantly forcing an old man to his knees, using the butt of a GPMG to force him to comply...

His old wife was sat knitting as a Trooper grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out into the hall to join her husband, she screamed for help, the only reply was a GPMG butt to the face...

within a few minutes the old couple, now sporting cuts and heavy bruising were forced to join the lines...

Further up the street, a man was trying to fend off the Capitol Police with a Carving knife he'd taken from his Kitchen, he swung wildly at the advancing Troopers who refused to back down, or actualy acknowledged the knife...

Each foot fall the troopers took, the man backed up, until he found himself with his back against the wall, Instantly the Troopers formed up into a classic firing squad line...

The man confused at what they were doing, stood watching in awe as each trooper took a perfect right turn, unholstering their GPMG's from their Parade ground positions.... that was the point it had suddenly dawned him what was happening, he'd let them back him into his own firing line...

Instantly he turned to flee, the Capitol Police Troopers opened fire, his body riddled with bullets, blood spurting from heavy wounds, his twitching corpse fell to the ground with a heavy thump, at which point the Capitol Police troopers without hesitation perfectly returned their GPMG's to their parade ground position...

"Sir, something bad is happening!"
"Let me guess, those VTOLs we picked up earlier are carrying hostile troops?"
"They are? I was on about our own navy opening fire on City 20!"
"Shit."

The story was similar all over the nation, the Concremian Armed Forces had become the greatest threat to Concremo since its founding. All that stood between the many Legions of soldiers and a complete invasion were the four million Civil Guardians; with not a chance against the enemy forces.

In mere days two southern cities had fallen, the swift and efficient occupation from the Kraven Corporation proved unbreakable against the poorly armed CG. The Concremian Army contained exactly 10 million infantry, hundreds of thousands of tanks and countless logistics personnel; every one of them set on bringing their homeland under the iron fist of the Kraven Corporation.

It was still unknown what force had caused the Army to betray Concremo, but it was evident that the strike had been well planned. The Civil Guardians were weakest in the open, lacking armoured and air support that came freely to their enemies. They were trained for riots, not warfare.

Civil Guardians excelled against unarmoured targets, but the Concremian soldiers were exactly the opposite. Their Infantry Battle Protection Systems rendered them almost impervious to small-arms fire. The only progress made by the CG was when they massed their desperately few APCs and MBTs to rush enemy positions.

Civilian Militias had failed to materialise, with anyone not living in a war zone instantly emigrating to other nations of the region. The army was shooting down passenger planes where there were no greater threats, and the state of the Empire declined.