A Few Rich People
31-12-2005, 07:08
Though the five factions within AFRP signed an armorist the war truly did not end. Information became the munitions and communications became the arms. New Mikosolf had both these things. While the war still raged those months ago pinpoint strikes knocked out external communications for four fifths of AFRP, all those controlled by rivals. Thus only Director Morecraft and the Merchant Council could communicate with the outside world. Through acts of sabatogue New Mikosolf was able to keep those opposing it in the dark as itself gained trade and materials. They were quickly becoming the strongest of the factions, but despite crippled communications the others knew. The massive trade leaving the few ports New Mikosolf controlled gave all the proof they needed.
Thus, like a pot that has been boiling covered, things had to explode…
Site 01--Former Fortress-Capital, Mikosolf Corporation
“So it is decided then?”
Four figures sat in the darkened room. Only the soft glow of red running light hinted at their presence at all. The voice that spoke was female, her flowing voices echoing slowly off the walls of the room.
“Yes, New Mikosolf is becoming far to powerful, if we do not do something their forces will soon be able to crush even the four of us united.” A man this time, his sentence ending as if he still wanted to add the word “sir” after speaking.
“God himself has told me we should strike at that filthy Morecraft and his heathen people.” Another man, older, his voice more bass to the last mans baritone.
“Now, no need to drag God into this Santorum.” The last of the four, once more a man, but his voice rolled even higher than the military man.
“There is al…”
“Don’t argue, you two can argue semantics after this threat has been dealt with, petty philosophical squabbles are not needed now,” The woman said.
“Easy enough for you to say Haverty, you don’t have those fundamentalists breathing down your back,” the man with the highest voice retorted.
“Quiet Dobson, this is how Morecraft has been able to gain so much power, he knew we would fight each other while he and his “New Mikosolf” gained strength while we just fought like Nigìn in the street.” The military man said sharply.
Haverty spoke, “Kassen is right, and thus we must strike before Morecraft strikes us.”
“Agreed,” the other four said.
“I think its time we began to move troops towards New Mikosolf, best to not let Morecraft know, not like he told us his plans,” she said with a grin hidden in the dark of the room.
*Click*
“Well, well, I was quite amused when I heard from my contacts that the four of you were on the move to the same location. But a secrete meeting discussion me? I’m flattered.”
This new man stood in the doorway, his plain yet stately suit looked out of place aside the shattered doorframe his now stood in.
“Morecraft,” Santorum spat.
“In the flesh, now I suppose you wonder how I got here, I mean you did post guards, how could you not,” he taunted, “but so did I.”
The sound of guns being cocked filled the room.
“Electronic pigmented clothing, wonderful for monochromatic enviourments is it not, like against a darkened field or perhaps the red of the running light?” Morecraft taunted. The other four looked around, now, in the harsh light from the fluorescent bulbs overhead four men, clothed in a red found, pressed against the walls.
“Well, you all know I would love to stay and chat, but I have parts of this left to conquer, oh wait, it seems you already knew that,” laughing at his own joke only briefly he said, “Bind them “To subdue the enemy without fighting is the supreme excellence."
With that he walked down the hall and out of sight from the four.
They knew what was coming. Ordered to stand against the wall by the four men with silenced pistols produced plastic handcuffs from within their formfitting cloths. Taking this moment Kassen thumbed his jacket ever so slightly. Suddenly, he dropped, covering his eyes.
And then, when vision returned, only seven remained in the room.
Pifft, pifft, pifft. Shots were sent down the hallway, but hit nothing but air.
The second civil war is started, the first shots have been fired.
Thus, like a pot that has been boiling covered, things had to explode…
Site 01--Former Fortress-Capital, Mikosolf Corporation
“So it is decided then?”
Four figures sat in the darkened room. Only the soft glow of red running light hinted at their presence at all. The voice that spoke was female, her flowing voices echoing slowly off the walls of the room.
“Yes, New Mikosolf is becoming far to powerful, if we do not do something their forces will soon be able to crush even the four of us united.” A man this time, his sentence ending as if he still wanted to add the word “sir” after speaking.
“God himself has told me we should strike at that filthy Morecraft and his heathen people.” Another man, older, his voice more bass to the last mans baritone.
“Now, no need to drag God into this Santorum.” The last of the four, once more a man, but his voice rolled even higher than the military man.
“There is al…”
“Don’t argue, you two can argue semantics after this threat has been dealt with, petty philosophical squabbles are not needed now,” The woman said.
“Easy enough for you to say Haverty, you don’t have those fundamentalists breathing down your back,” the man with the highest voice retorted.
“Quiet Dobson, this is how Morecraft has been able to gain so much power, he knew we would fight each other while he and his “New Mikosolf” gained strength while we just fought like Nigìn in the street.” The military man said sharply.
Haverty spoke, “Kassen is right, and thus we must strike before Morecraft strikes us.”
“Agreed,” the other four said.
“I think its time we began to move troops towards New Mikosolf, best to not let Morecraft know, not like he told us his plans,” she said with a grin hidden in the dark of the room.
*Click*
“Well, well, I was quite amused when I heard from my contacts that the four of you were on the move to the same location. But a secrete meeting discussion me? I’m flattered.”
This new man stood in the doorway, his plain yet stately suit looked out of place aside the shattered doorframe his now stood in.
“Morecraft,” Santorum spat.
“In the flesh, now I suppose you wonder how I got here, I mean you did post guards, how could you not,” he taunted, “but so did I.”
The sound of guns being cocked filled the room.
“Electronic pigmented clothing, wonderful for monochromatic enviourments is it not, like against a darkened field or perhaps the red of the running light?” Morecraft taunted. The other four looked around, now, in the harsh light from the fluorescent bulbs overhead four men, clothed in a red found, pressed against the walls.
“Well, you all know I would love to stay and chat, but I have parts of this left to conquer, oh wait, it seems you already knew that,” laughing at his own joke only briefly he said, “Bind them “To subdue the enemy without fighting is the supreme excellence."
With that he walked down the hall and out of sight from the four.
They knew what was coming. Ordered to stand against the wall by the four men with silenced pistols produced plastic handcuffs from within their formfitting cloths. Taking this moment Kassen thumbed his jacket ever so slightly. Suddenly, he dropped, covering his eyes.
And then, when vision returned, only seven remained in the room.
Pifft, pifft, pifft. Shots were sent down the hallway, but hit nothing but air.
The second civil war is started, the first shots have been fired.