Riots in Hera Arcology
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PRA NEWS
"A peaceful protest in Hera Arcology turned violent today, as thousands of men and women protested the mandantory genetic enhancement of all Otagian citizens outside of the Pale Rider Arms corporate complex. The scene turned ugly when several high-tier PRA executives attempted to pass through the protest. Assailants threw debris and assaulted the executives with improvised weapons. The timely intervention of a squad of Red Samurai saved the lives of the beleaugered executives, although two were badly wounded and one is in critical condition. The riots continued to spread, engulfing the lower tiers of the Arcology in anarchy. The local garrison of Red Samurai has been mobilized, and is expected to engage the rioters later today."
The arcology burned.
Rubble from vandalized shops had, in many places, caught fire. Amidst the flames, lit by the dancing light of the pyres, thousands of citizens had descended into the madness of the mob. Trashing buildings, tearing down government posters, and chanting a thousand slogans at once, the mob ascended through the arcology, moving towards the Samurai lines.
Perfectly assembled, dozens of armored Red Samurai filled the single active elevator in the Arco. Gleaming crimson armor adorned their massive forms, and, with rifles at the ready, they waited for the rioters. They would not have to wait long.
The noise could be heard before the mob could be spotted. The crackling of flame, the stomp of thousands of feet, and the cries of enraged citizens preceded the riot, announcing their presence. As one, the Samurai readied their weapons, taking aim at the various entrances. Not a single bead of sweat, not a single nervous twitch. The Samurai were perfection, they would not disgrace the Corporation.
As sudden as lighting, the rioters appeared. They swarmed from the entrances, moving on the elevator, attempting to spread their taint to the rest of the structure. As one, the Samurai picked their targets, high-lighting them with their DNI uplinks. The Samurai Captain watched calmly, and uttered but a single phrase.
"Samurai, open fire."
Rioters were gunned down en masse, gel rounds impacting their chests and abdomens, knocking them to their feet and throwing them back. Still they came, throwing debris, chunks of concrete, anything they could get their hands on. Some fired weapons, from old autopistols to state of the art HVAR assault rifles, the bullets bouncing off the hardened plates of the Samurai's stylized armor. The sigh of grenade launchers firing was swifty followed by deafening bangs, knocking the unruly inhabitants off their feet. Holes were blown in their ranks by the stunners, knocking dozens to their feet.
"Samurai! Ready swords!"
As the wave of rioters broke against the Samurai line, the first rank executed a perfect iaijutsu strike, shock-blades lashing the chests of the rioters, throwing them backwards unconscious. The second line continued to fire, scything down yet more rioters. The front lines struck again and again, each blow downing a rioter, easily avoiding the clumsy blows of the dissidents. Seeing their comrades fall, the rioters broke and ran, tripping over dead and unconscious bodies to get away. A few Samurai moved to pursue, but the Captain stopped them with a wave of his hand.
"We've done our duty. Let the Anansis do theirs."
The man clutched his side as he ran, bolting though the side corridors of the Arco. Must keep running...
Turning a corner, he heard a sudden thump. Fearing a grenade, he threw himself to the ground, swiftly rolling back to his feet. Looking around, he saw nothing, and ducked down a stairwell. Can't stop running or they'll get me...
Again the bang. This time, the man turned around, clutching his Predator pistol, swinging it around wildly. What the hell? There's nobody there... Running out into the corridor, he ducked behind a car and aimed at the stairwell. Waiting, he peered into the darkness. Still nothing...
Again, the thump. Wait... Too late, the man realized the one direction he had not looked: Up. Swinging his gun arm around, he stared directly into the unblinking sensor triangle of an Anansi police drone.
"Aw shit..."
The manipulator arm slammed forward, knocking the wind out of the already injured man. The claws closed around his torso, pinning him against the car.
"ATTENTION DERRICK ANATHE. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR FOMENTING DISSENT. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT. ANYTHING YOU SAY OR DO CAN AND WILL BE HELD AGAINST YOU..."