Omz222
18-11-2005, 00:26
OOC: The title says it all. The map is here (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v693/Omz222/konara.png), and I will post by forces composition soon. This is just a smaller intro. post, starting with a (very small, yet crappy) prologue, and will gradually continue. /OOC
Chapter 1: "In the New Land, Give Up Your Life For the Sake of the Supreme President!"
Murders, pedophiles, rapists, drug traffickers, and pimps. They all made up the conglomerate of underfed and overworked prisoners of the labour colony, its presence now miles away from the gathering grounds that stood below their fragile legs. Each of them had their own story, but the striped prisoner uniforms had buried this fact already, the only thing that could identify them by name was an implanted tracker device that now sat stealthily below the weathered skins of these walking skeletons. Military marches and propaganda music boomed across the fields of the rather worn down port from utility vehicles, abundant with the signs that this had not been used too often before.
"Prisoners of the Fifth Liberation Labour Colony!", a voice now barked, its waves rippling through the bitter cold air suspending below the heavy overcast that marked the November sky. Its source was not clear to an unobservant eye, but through further investigation, it came from the throat of a muscular People's Armed Policeman dressed in a pitch-black uniform. "Stand to attention for the national anthem!"
The song, in its own valiance, washed across the field and over the heads of the prisoners, as it had been thousands of times before. These people were sentenced to at least several tens of years, if not above a hundred years, reflecting the lack of life term and death sentences in the Omzian legal system. But the tradeoff is obvious, a fact that needed no explanation in its own backyard.
After the song concluded, a PAP policeman of lieutenant in rank stepped up the podium, his face adorned with two huge eyes that darted its rays into the crowd of prisoners every time when it was made visible. A ray of contempt and hate, bred from the urge for vengeance against these germs of society, and a beam of ruthlessness that was born from the indoctrinations of the PAP Officer Corps' curriculum. "Prisoners! Within a day, you all will be loaded onto large ships, for transportation to a new land thousands of kilometers of distance away. You all will be still serving our glorious Republic for the numerous crimes and damages that you've inflicted on the society of the Omzian Omazeeist Workers' Paradise, and you will still pay for the sufferings and indignations inflicted upon the victims of your hideous crimes. However, we have nevertheless decided that due to the status of being the better end of the prisoner population, you will be granted a never-to-be-seen before opportunity to travel to New Konara, a newly liberated territory that is now open to our reach."
"Once upon arrival there, you will be transported to a new labour colony. Sacrifice your life for the sake of the greatness of our Dear Eternal President and Great Leader Hongaz Omazee, and repay the society for the crimes that you all have done!"
Once finishing the sentence with a howl, an older major approached him. "Load them up, I say."
"Alright, I'm getting it underway."
Chapter 1: "In the New Land, Give Up Your Life For the Sake of the Supreme President!"
Murders, pedophiles, rapists, drug traffickers, and pimps. They all made up the conglomerate of underfed and overworked prisoners of the labour colony, its presence now miles away from the gathering grounds that stood below their fragile legs. Each of them had their own story, but the striped prisoner uniforms had buried this fact already, the only thing that could identify them by name was an implanted tracker device that now sat stealthily below the weathered skins of these walking skeletons. Military marches and propaganda music boomed across the fields of the rather worn down port from utility vehicles, abundant with the signs that this had not been used too often before.
"Prisoners of the Fifth Liberation Labour Colony!", a voice now barked, its waves rippling through the bitter cold air suspending below the heavy overcast that marked the November sky. Its source was not clear to an unobservant eye, but through further investigation, it came from the throat of a muscular People's Armed Policeman dressed in a pitch-black uniform. "Stand to attention for the national anthem!"
The song, in its own valiance, washed across the field and over the heads of the prisoners, as it had been thousands of times before. These people were sentenced to at least several tens of years, if not above a hundred years, reflecting the lack of life term and death sentences in the Omzian legal system. But the tradeoff is obvious, a fact that needed no explanation in its own backyard.
After the song concluded, a PAP policeman of lieutenant in rank stepped up the podium, his face adorned with two huge eyes that darted its rays into the crowd of prisoners every time when it was made visible. A ray of contempt and hate, bred from the urge for vengeance against these germs of society, and a beam of ruthlessness that was born from the indoctrinations of the PAP Officer Corps' curriculum. "Prisoners! Within a day, you all will be loaded onto large ships, for transportation to a new land thousands of kilometers of distance away. You all will be still serving our glorious Republic for the numerous crimes and damages that you've inflicted on the society of the Omzian Omazeeist Workers' Paradise, and you will still pay for the sufferings and indignations inflicted upon the victims of your hideous crimes. However, we have nevertheless decided that due to the status of being the better end of the prisoner population, you will be granted a never-to-be-seen before opportunity to travel to New Konara, a newly liberated territory that is now open to our reach."
"Once upon arrival there, you will be transported to a new labour colony. Sacrifice your life for the sake of the greatness of our Dear Eternal President and Great Leader Hongaz Omazee, and repay the society for the crimes that you all have done!"
Once finishing the sentence with a howl, an older major approached him. "Load them up, I say."
"Alright, I'm getting it underway."