Nerotika
06-01-2006, 21:57
President Naki Lok sat in his office, an old man at the age of 56 he was still waging a war on the terrorism in his country. It had been around two years sence the NCJ group made themselfs noticed and began their assault on nerotikan government and Naki had showed his old military strength by stratigicly battling back. With a body count of over 200,000 agenst the NCJ and Nerotikan casualties on now reaching 6,000 the fighting has slowed dramaticly. His age wrinkled face was stuck in a stern frown as he read over the ILSS charter sent to him by one of his official Karl. He stood up and looked out the window, we wore a black suit that made him look like he was at a funiral and he walked very stiffly with a thump on the ground each time he took a step. Outside the gaurds were pacing back and forth rifles straped around their back, a few of them leaning agenst the Capital wall smoking the ciggirates that were issued to them.
Beyond the capital wall a devestating attack was in action. Downtown Baersworth was being lit up by small arms fire from NCJ AK-47's. The Nerotikan MP's that took over the regular police force were fighting back and had lost only one soldier as they eliminated the enemy forces. As the fight raged downtown only a few miles from the capital walls another attack was sprung. NCJ forces were attacking a recruitment center and had already killed seven civilians and two gaurds. Naki was alerted but payed no attention and watched as Nerotikan MP's took controle and began to fight the terrorist.
Naki turned to the advisor who ran in to alert him of the fighting. He blinked a few times then began to talk.
"Tell me, Atska, how can killing for the government be any diffrent then killing for yourself." Naki said to the advisor.
"Easy sir, killing for the government is protecting while killing for yourself is murder." The advisor responded blantly, with a tone that sounded a bit surprised to the quiestion.
"But wouldn`t you be protecting yourself? I`ve been through four wars, three of which I fought in. Though everytime I think about the people I killed I feel as if it were murder. I dont have family, and my friends are mostly dead. I was by luck put into this position but would I be here if it wernt for war? Am I wronge for benifitting when others were dieing?" Naki seemed to be acking strange and Atska the advisor was a little worried.
"Sir, why are you bringing this up now?" Atska responded.
"Im becoming old and I relize there are things I must know before I die." Naki responded.
"I see, sir I dont know how to answer but I will try if it will bring you ease at heart. Your benifitting from the Liberation war was not because we just simply needed a leader but we needed somone who has been around former leaders and also held great strength within the people. You wern`t actually voted in and everyone knows it but you were placed in this position to keep our glorious system and nation. Without you sir we would have fell to anarchy and Credonia would have appointed a new leader like in when they had New Nerotika in the southern land. I hope you understand." Atska finished and waited for Naki to reply.
"Yes I understand now...I wish to be alone...pleade leave." Naki sat down and looked at his feet as Atska left.
Naki sat for ten minutes then stood up, using an old record player he placed the needle on the record and begins to listen to mozart. He sat down again and listened to the music. He reached over to the drawer next to his chair and pulled it open, he reachs in and removes a Luger pistol. He stares at the gun for awhile and places it agenst his head and pulls the trigger.
Beyond the capital wall a devestating attack was in action. Downtown Baersworth was being lit up by small arms fire from NCJ AK-47's. The Nerotikan MP's that took over the regular police force were fighting back and had lost only one soldier as they eliminated the enemy forces. As the fight raged downtown only a few miles from the capital walls another attack was sprung. NCJ forces were attacking a recruitment center and had already killed seven civilians and two gaurds. Naki was alerted but payed no attention and watched as Nerotikan MP's took controle and began to fight the terrorist.
Naki turned to the advisor who ran in to alert him of the fighting. He blinked a few times then began to talk.
"Tell me, Atska, how can killing for the government be any diffrent then killing for yourself." Naki said to the advisor.
"Easy sir, killing for the government is protecting while killing for yourself is murder." The advisor responded blantly, with a tone that sounded a bit surprised to the quiestion.
"But wouldn`t you be protecting yourself? I`ve been through four wars, three of which I fought in. Though everytime I think about the people I killed I feel as if it were murder. I dont have family, and my friends are mostly dead. I was by luck put into this position but would I be here if it wernt for war? Am I wronge for benifitting when others were dieing?" Naki seemed to be acking strange and Atska the advisor was a little worried.
"Sir, why are you bringing this up now?" Atska responded.
"Im becoming old and I relize there are things I must know before I die." Naki responded.
"I see, sir I dont know how to answer but I will try if it will bring you ease at heart. Your benifitting from the Liberation war was not because we just simply needed a leader but we needed somone who has been around former leaders and also held great strength within the people. You wern`t actually voted in and everyone knows it but you were placed in this position to keep our glorious system and nation. Without you sir we would have fell to anarchy and Credonia would have appointed a new leader like in when they had New Nerotika in the southern land. I hope you understand." Atska finished and waited for Naki to reply.
"Yes I understand now...I wish to be alone...pleade leave." Naki sat down and looked at his feet as Atska left.
Naki sat for ten minutes then stood up, using an old record player he placed the needle on the record and begins to listen to mozart. He sat down again and listened to the music. He reached over to the drawer next to his chair and pulled it open, he reachs in and removes a Luger pistol. He stares at the gun for awhile and places it agenst his head and pulls the trigger.