NationStates Jolt Archive


Reawakening

Rouge Jiggady
17-11-2005, 18:51
"Time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is

Now you always say
That you want to be free
But you'll come running back (said you would baby)
You'll come running back (I said so many times before)
You'll come running back to me "

-Rolling Stones



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5:37 am local time


An incandescent light flickered violently to life, suddenly illuminating the room that had remained dark for as long as the occupant could remember. The bring, unnatural light cast menacing shadows in the corners of the large room which was lined with dozens of filing cabinets stacked upon themselves until they touched the ceiling. Each one was labeled with obscure titles such as Dr. Maxamillian ~~~~~~~~~, Dr. Maxwell ~~~~~~, Jiggady, Xander, ~~~~~~~~~~, Operation Black Smoke, Ormand Rink, General Plank, Ann Marie Bonny, Agent Calico, Noah Flint, Dyelli Beybi...

The steel room was cold, a single vent in the ceiling hummed to life and filtered in fresh air into the long forgotten stale room. Something moved in the vents in the ceiling, sliding swiftly by with a low hiss, wherever this place was there was still life here.


“Ahhmmm…….mmmmm……uuhhhggghhh” The lifeless body slumped over the desk slowly started to move, his muscles aching with pain as they started moving again. Carefully he raised his head and brushed back strands of long dark hair from his eyes, his vision was blurry at first but slowly it came back to him and the contents of the room came into focus. Susan! The single thought crossed his mind instantly as visions rushed back to him. The Elf army; the bomb, had they been able to relocate safely?

“How long has it been? One…Four…Fifteen?” He leaned back in the hard uncomfortable chair that was nearly against the wall opposite the door, the only door in or out of the room. Taking a few deep breaths he opened the drawer by his left leg and pulled out a beer. ***pffft*** He screwed the cap off and it hissed open, the first natural sounds he could remember hearing since the explosion. Letting the cap fall to the floor with a sharp ping he held the beer up to his nose and let the aroma fill his nostrils and tickle his nose hairs; it smelled like heaven. He downed a quarter of the beer in one gulp and set it aside on the desk and got up to get his bearings.

Susan had said that she would protect him from what was about to happen but this wasn’t what he had in mind. Who was still alive? The thought flashed across his mind but no answer came, looking up he saw the cabinets and got up to check them out.

Quickly he moved to the rows of cabinets and browsed over the many titles. Memories rushed back to him, his assassination of the Chief of State of Jiggady, the revolution, the Pirate fleet, Xander, the Federated Klatchian Coast. Finally he paused as the title JDA sprung out from one of the cabinets, and he started going through it until he opened the one labeled Agent Calico and pulled out the contents. For a brief second he thumbed through the pages and pages of data, pictures and documents before tossing them on the floor. Finding another cabinet labeled Susan he did the same until both of their lives lay in a pile on the floor.

He moved back to the desk and opened the drawer that had been next to his right leg and pulled out the small container of gasoline and emptied it out on the small mass of papers and pictures, and with a swift stroke he lit a match and tossed it on. He didn’t know why but he suddenly felt a great need to destroy the files of all his actions as a JDA agent; whether it was a futile act or a need to escape prosecution.

Calico stood by and watched the papers burn that had detailed every action he and Susan had undertaken as spy’s for the Jiggady Defense Agency. He looked about the room and found a water cooler standing off by itself, with ease he picked up the heavy bottle of water and dumped it on the burning pile once it looked like everything was destroyed. He was once again just an ordinary man, and could finally return to his life of being one of the wealthiest men in Jiggady.

Calico’s eyes were caught by the other object sitting on the desk by the beer he had opened, yet he couldn’t remember why it was there. The rusted AK-47 triggered no memory, but if it was there than it was for a reason that would probably complicate matters. He picked up the gun and it felt at home in his well trained hands, yet Calico wondered what he was supposed to accomplish with such a rusted hunk of metal. “Jesus does this thing even work?” Calico said aloud even though there was nobody around who could answer him. Taking a deep breath and deciding to leave the beer behind Calico walked over to the hatched door with the gun slung over his shoulder.

Peering out of the tiny bulletproof window he looked down the long hallway outside. Lights flickered in and out of life in a cataclysmic fashion illuminating and throwing into deep darkness the foreboding hallway that awaited him. Calico reached for the hatch but then pulled his hand away, what if…. What if their planes hadn’t worked? Where the hell was he? What if this was some sort of facility in another country and he was only being made to think that everything was ok?

Dispelling these thoughts and gave the hatch a hard twist, it wouldn’t budge. Calico figured it wouldn’t, he was in this room for a reason from the looks of it to keep him safe from whatever was outside. Trying to think of what might be out there Calico could come up with nothing and only knew that he would need this rusted piece of shit to stay alive. Trying again and again the hatch stayed sealed shut, he banged it with the butt of the gun kicked the door even took off his shirt and wrapped it around the handle in an effort to get better leverage until finally it gave a low creak.

Invigorated with success he yanked harder and harder as the hatch door slowly opened for the first time in months. The door finally swung inwards with a terrible screech and with a deep breath Calico checked the gun again and stepped out into the hall.

His boots clicked on the steel floor as Calico slowly made his way down the hall in and out of the shadows. There were no signs of life ahead, he was too afraid to call out not knowing what might be out there and could become alerted to his presence. Calico took a glance back towards the room where he had come from and gave a jump as he saw a huddled mass next to the door. A body leaned against the corner with a gun pointed at him. Quickly dodging to one side, which only led to him bumping up against one of the walls of the narrow corridor, Calico raised the AK-47.

“Drop it.” He yelled to the person in the corner but there was no response, no movement. Keeping the gun steady Calico slowly moved forward until he was close enough to touch the body, with a steady motion he kicked it. The long dead corpse slid down onto the floor in a bloody mess. Pulling back his weapon Calico leaned down to inspect the body and noted the unusual ear shape. With a swift motion Calico struck the head of the body with the butt of his rifle and spat out a curse. “Damn fucking Elf piece of shit.”

Calico picked up the weapon from the dead hands of the Elf and slung it over his shoulder, then took the knife tucked into its belt and turned his attention back towards the dark hall ahead of him. The body gave a little indication of where he was and he knew that he would need these weapons to get out. “At least there’s one less of you fuckers in the world” he said back to the dead elf and slowly started walking.....


ooc: (~) denotes something illegible
Rouge Jiggady
17-11-2005, 20:53
Dozens watched as the hooded figure was lead through the crowd, armed guards marched him up the ramp and onto the crude and hastily erected platform in the middle of the square. The figure didn’t struggle, though he desperately wanted to knowing what fate lie in wait for him, the tight bonds prevented any movement from any of the muscles in his body as he stood on the wheeled cart.

His mouth wasn’t bound and it was certainly still working as he constantly professed his innocence to the crimes, well he knew that he was innocent of some of the crimes anyways.

"This has been along time coming you arrogant piece of shit." A female voice hissed, she gave him a kick in the back to make sure he knew that. Despite that outburst Queen Ann Marie Bonny maintained the regal composure that she had learned in her short time as ruler of Jiggady. From her humble beginnings as Chief Foreign Minister, she was promoted to Chief of State after the assassination and eventually declared herself the first Queen of Jiggady in an attempt to stabilize the nation after Xander took control of half of it when he was not made the chief of state.

And from the documentation they had received Xander had been the sole perpetrator of the entire civil war, from the assassination of the Chief of State of Jiggady, to the splitting of Jiggady into two nations, to the terrorist bombing of Jiggady, Xander was the architect of it all.

He had tried to weasel his way out of it, as he had always done in the past when he was the Minister of State, always plotting for more power. He said that he wanted both nations of Jiggady to coexist in peace and forget their differences insisting that he had nothing to do with the bombings. Yet no evidence was ever found to prove the existence of Dr. Maximilian and his fellow scientists who had allegedly formed an underground terrorist organization to propel both nations of Jiggady to war. And so the blame fell onto him.

From the distance Calico had watched the hanging and he knew that somewhere else Susan was watching as well. They had been Xander’s accomplices every step of the way, and while the destruction wrought by Dr. Maximilian was an unexpected wrench in their plans, they were now relieved of the duty of having to kill Xander themselves and risk exposure.

It was over in an instant the platform dropped from underneath his feet and Xander fell twisting and shaking, continually trying to plea that he was innocent but unable to get the words out with the rope tight across his throat. It was a brutal site but not one uncommon to the people that had gathered, for them it was one step closer to becoming a stable nation again. The event was even to be televised around the FKC so that every nation would see the return of stability to the southeast region which Jiggady had occupied.

Then the Elves attacked again….

With a start Calico suddenly woke up and raised his gun. He looked about up and down the hallway but there were no signs of life. I wonder how long I was asleep he thought. He could have been killed right there and never have known it, with frustration he cursed himself; he was better than to let something like that happen to him. However one bit of good came of it, another fragment of memory returned to him as to what had happened to lead him to wherever he was. Looking at the titles of the files back in the room where he woke up had jogged his memory somewhat, but there were still many missing gaps as to the fate of the nation of Jiggady.

“That’s right, Xander was executed, but what happened to everyone else?” Calico half expected to run into his old friend somewhere down the line and wondered what might have ensued from the encounter.

Getting himself back on his feet Calico gripped the gun in his hand and continued down the long hallway ahead of him hoping to encounter some sort of life along the way.
Alcona and Hubris
22-11-2005, 20:26
OOC: Is this occuring in New Rouge Jiggady, or the Gonad?