The Burnsian Desert
06-01-2006, 04:49
Night. The stillness wrapped around the many columns and walls of the beautiful estate, shattered every few seconds by boots impacting concrete. Normally, these boots wouldn't be here, but since the President-General relocated the capital to the outlying city of Han's, they were out in full force. At least ten men patrolled the inner courtyard of the compact mansion, soldiers that in the black clad figure's mind could be better put to use fighting the 'rebels'. Rebels. How he loathed that word. A product of the President-General's propaganda machine, trying to turning against the figure the same people he was trying to save.
This was the final mission of a long campaign. The attacks had cost many fighters' lives, and the man still shuddered at the thought of having so many men cut down in front of him by machine guns, having red-hot lead sear through their flesh and condemn them to a slow, painful death on the battlefield. But their efforts would not be in vain; the head of the snake lay just over the wall, smoking, no doubt, an expensive cigar and drinking even more expensive wine, all paid for by the loving Burnsian people.
The man's thoughts were interrupted by a blunt poke in the wrist. The silent alarm in his watch had gone off, signaling midnight, and therefore the start of the operation. He crept out of his hiding spot amongst the trees and switched on his night-vision goggles. A rare commodity, which he treated with great care. The man swung himself over a low barbed-wire fence, and slowly made his way towards the large, concrete inner wall about ten feet away. All of a sudden, he heard a dull crunch beneath his feet. He got halfway through the curse that shot through his mind before he was blown to bits by a deafening roar.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
TO ALL MAJOR FOREIGN NEWS SERVICES
AND HEADS OF STATE
RE: FOREIGN AID
Brothers and sisters in the international community,
As you may have noticed over the past several years, Burnsian contact with the outside world has been waning steadily. No doubt you have heard this explained as a form of staunch neutrality following several recent conflicts; this could not be farther from the truth. Another conflict is brewing deep within The Burnsian Desert itself; one on a massive scale not seen since the Islamic Jihads of the 20th and early 21st centuries. The true reason that President-General Mitchell Craig has ceased contact with the world is to hide the atrocities he has committed against his own people. After the Mississipian takeover and the animosity with various foreign nations soon thereafter, Craig turned to violence to force the country to reunite. Naturally, this failed, and he stepped up his ruthless purges and attacks, as well as constructing camps for so-called 'deunificationists'.
After years of this oppression, several groups of paramilitary organizations joined together to form the Burnsian Reclaimation Organization, or BRO. BRO's early objective was to take back part of the country and use this area to stage attacks on the capital of Highfather. However, with the small numbers that the BRO had to work with, they were soundly defeated in every attempt to take a major city, and often the attacks resulted in firebomb attacks on civilian targets by Craig's army. Losing support on the civilian front, the BRO disbanded and wasn't to be seen for several more years.
However, elements of the former group rejoined with a better strategy than what had been previously implemented. This new group, which did not use a name, began disassembling the Craig government from the ground up, assassinating and executing government officials for three years and destabilizing the Craig regime. However, after a recent (failed) attempt on Craig's life, he has moved into hiding and has his finger on the collective trigger of a considerable number of nuclear missiles. We beg the international community for assistance in this time of crisis, as certain doom is visible on the horizon.
Signed,
The Burnsian People
This was the final mission of a long campaign. The attacks had cost many fighters' lives, and the man still shuddered at the thought of having so many men cut down in front of him by machine guns, having red-hot lead sear through their flesh and condemn them to a slow, painful death on the battlefield. But their efforts would not be in vain; the head of the snake lay just over the wall, smoking, no doubt, an expensive cigar and drinking even more expensive wine, all paid for by the loving Burnsian people.
The man's thoughts were interrupted by a blunt poke in the wrist. The silent alarm in his watch had gone off, signaling midnight, and therefore the start of the operation. He crept out of his hiding spot amongst the trees and switched on his night-vision goggles. A rare commodity, which he treated with great care. The man swung himself over a low barbed-wire fence, and slowly made his way towards the large, concrete inner wall about ten feet away. All of a sudden, he heard a dull crunch beneath his feet. He got halfway through the curse that shot through his mind before he was blown to bits by a deafening roar.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
TO ALL MAJOR FOREIGN NEWS SERVICES
AND HEADS OF STATE
RE: FOREIGN AID
Brothers and sisters in the international community,
As you may have noticed over the past several years, Burnsian contact with the outside world has been waning steadily. No doubt you have heard this explained as a form of staunch neutrality following several recent conflicts; this could not be farther from the truth. Another conflict is brewing deep within The Burnsian Desert itself; one on a massive scale not seen since the Islamic Jihads of the 20th and early 21st centuries. The true reason that President-General Mitchell Craig has ceased contact with the world is to hide the atrocities he has committed against his own people. After the Mississipian takeover and the animosity with various foreign nations soon thereafter, Craig turned to violence to force the country to reunite. Naturally, this failed, and he stepped up his ruthless purges and attacks, as well as constructing camps for so-called 'deunificationists'.
After years of this oppression, several groups of paramilitary organizations joined together to form the Burnsian Reclaimation Organization, or BRO. BRO's early objective was to take back part of the country and use this area to stage attacks on the capital of Highfather. However, with the small numbers that the BRO had to work with, they were soundly defeated in every attempt to take a major city, and often the attacks resulted in firebomb attacks on civilian targets by Craig's army. Losing support on the civilian front, the BRO disbanded and wasn't to be seen for several more years.
However, elements of the former group rejoined with a better strategy than what had been previously implemented. This new group, which did not use a name, began disassembling the Craig government from the ground up, assassinating and executing government officials for three years and destabilizing the Craig regime. However, after a recent (failed) attempt on Craig's life, he has moved into hiding and has his finger on the collective trigger of a considerable number of nuclear missiles. We beg the international community for assistance in this time of crisis, as certain doom is visible on the horizon.
Signed,
The Burnsian People