Jagada
04-02-2006, 10:07
Christendom,Jagada
Franco York felt uncomfortable, even though he sat upon the very throne Lord Jagada once sat upon, and even Emperor Remington. It didn't feel right, he was military commander, a Field Marshall his place was in an uncomfortable metal chair in some dissent country asking why a certain divison has reached his objective yet. Though the last seven years were different, he had grown very old, very fast. When the Fanatics rose up in rebellion, he went into deep depression, then the sheer stress of trying to run an unwinnable war placed too much on his physical body, and it drove it to the breaking point. Not to mention his mind; which then reminded him he had an appointment at three o'clock today with his personal theropist--Doctor Ice. He had come to rely on that mans advice more and more in the last seven years. He grabbed a docment on the nearby stone table and reviewed it. He was expecting another report on the rebuilding process, it was slow, and some areas were so radioactive it was nearly impossible to even enter safely. Though has he read the title, it was different, "Moslem Uprising in Brotunia". York's eyes widened and he read further down on the document.
He was shocked when he got finished. The Moslems had always been a partner with the Christians in founding the Religious Commonwealth and Religious Imperium, even Lord Jagada respected them. Never in their history had they protested--ever. Their reasons where very unrealistic, they wanted more say in the government and the full-government name, The Trinity Empire of Jagada, to be changed to something which suited both major religions. In an instant, York jump to his feet and yelled at the top of his lungs. He threw the document at one of his aides. He couldn't believe the Moslems, how dare they rebel against him after he saved them at the Battle of Inn, after he sacrificed thousands of men to save their villages.
"Curse those fools and their idoltry ways!" exclaimed York, "I've had it up to here with these fools. Get me Field Marshall Randolf in here now," stated York.
Nearly three hours laters, the doors to the throne room opened and an Asian gentlemen in a Crusader Uniform (http://www.100megsfree4.com/generations/alchemists/Roy%20Mustang.jpg) entered the room, York was still pacing. He walked up to York and saluted, "Lord Protector you wished to speak with me?" he stated. York sighed and went back to his throne and sat down. He allowed his head to rest on his hand while he tried to gather his thoughts. He pointed to the document on the stone table, the same one he'd thrown at his aide but later picked up after calming down. Randolf picked up the document and opened it, as his eyes scanned threw it he didn't seem all that surprised.
"Yes sir, about this, I feel this is a simple matter," said Randolf.
"No, its not," replied York quickly with a depressed look on his face.
"Sir?" asked Randolf.
York's face turned cold, and his emotionless look sent a shiver down Randolf's spine. It wasn't like the Lord Protector to be confused about anything. "Randolf, I think its time we end this show. Lord Jagada's idea of a perfect religious country is just wishful thinking. These Moslems will rise up again, and who is to say the Bhuddist or Hindus won't rise up next. I think it is time we faced reality."
Randolf's eyes widened and he felt his legs get weak, "Sir, what are you suggesting?" That almost was more of a statement, than a question.
York made eye contact with Randolf finally and he could see Randolf's fear and confusion, "Randolf, you are the most loyal and capable commander I have. You proved this during the Battle of Inn. I am going to give this task to you."
Randolf growled, and then tried to compose himself, "What task...sir?"
York made a faint smile, "Establish One Chrisitan Order. Terminate all others."
Randolf stummbled backwards in shock and wrapped his hands into fists and looke down at the stone court, then back up, "Y-yes, sir". York smiled, "Then get going." As Randolf walked off he whispered under his breath "Yea, straight to Hell".
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Brutonia,Jagada
They were out in strength, and they were out for change. The Moslem people of Jagada had always been peaceful, always worked side-by-side with the Christians for the bettering of the country. They felt that in exchange for this alliance, the very least they could do was give a friendly country name. The Trinity Empire of Jagada, implied a strictly Christian country, something the Moslems didn't want. Few believed it would take long to convince York, a person most Moslems considered their idol and hero. This protest was an uprising of sorts, the mob had taken over the police station, post offices, and government buildings. Though ensured no one was hurt, in fact they compensated all of the employees with that days pay. This was prehaps the most non-violent riot in the history of Jagada.
The leader of the mob, a Eric Anders, sat in the Provincial Capital Building. He rather enjoyed the nice leather chair. Prehaps he would run for office when all this was over, he clearly would have all the local support he needed. Then again, if he was elected he'd probably screw things up more--he would have to be content as an electrian. One of the people who where in the mob outside came rushing inside, he pointed out towards the mob with a smile on his face, "The military! The military!" he shouted. Eric got to his feet and followed the young man to the front doors of the Provincial Capital building. Entering the city was a group of HMMVs with three armored tanks behind it. The tanks stopped about fifty-yards from the mob, but had their guns aimed right at Eric. The HMMV came to the edge of the crowd he moved out of the way and the HMMV slowly went down the crowd of people until it stopped at the steps of the Capital Building. From the back of the HMMV, a door opened and outstepped a man, clearly Asian and clearly the rank of Field Marshall by the various medals and such on his uniform. The man walked up the stairs towards Eric who met him at the top of the steps, and extend the right hand of fellowship, of which the Asian man replied by shaking his hand.
"Field Marshall Randolf, and I assume your the leader of this mob," stated Randolf with a smile.
Eric would have taken offense, if he thought Randolf was being serious, but he figured he was joking and was only here to inform him the government was giving into his demands, though all the suddenly that belief in the government giving in didn't sound too realistic--even for York. Eric shrugged it off, "Yes, I am Eric Anders. Please follow me, we can discuss this inside."
The two men, accompied by various guards of Eric walked into the extremely basic Provincial Building, which was a one-story, bullet riddled, non-air conditioned, stone structure that needed modernization. They entered into the only modern looking room, the Provincial Govorners office where Eric took the leather seat behind the desk, and Randolf sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair on the outside. Eric could tell Randolf wasn't pleased, but he figured this meeting wouldn't go long, so Randolf could suffer.
"Well, Mr.Anders. I am here to inform you that Lord Protector York has agreed with your reccomendations and demands. He is proposing renaming the country the Religious Imperium of Jagada, its former name if that is alright with you. Though the conditions are clear. If you agree to this name, this riot must end," stated Randolf.
Eric got that uneasy feeling again, as though this was a game of poker and Randolf was screwing him over and keeping one card of his sleeve. And again he shrugged it off, if he went by emotions alone this could turn into another civil war. "Thats reasonable. We accept, and I'll inform my people to disband and go home," he said.
Randolf laughed a bit, "Excellent. Though all York asks is that your people stop rioting, you can celebrate if you want. He knows how foolish it was of him to pick that name anyway. You know how it is being the leader. I'm sure the stresses of running this mob must have been overwhelming."
Eric's feeling was coming back on, but relaxed when Randolf started talking in a less professional manner, it meant that he truly meant what he said. Eric completely supressed the unsusal feelings he was having. Prehaps a celebration was in order, it'd been awhile since the people could sit back, celebrate, and fellowship. It would be good for local morale. "Very well. Though I invite you to join us Field Marshall. Clearly you deserve it," he stated. Randolf smiled, "Yes, I shall attend later this evening. For now I have to get this message to the next town, since most of the communications are pretty much crap now." Eric nodded, and rose to his feet, "I'm glad we can come to a compromise. Inform Lord Protector York that he ha the full cooperation of the Moslem people of Brotunia." Randolf nodded and he then left the office, to relay the message. Still, got some reason Eric couldn't completely get rid of the feeling that something had just gone wrong. Almost as if he'd just signed his own death warrant.
As Randolf's HMMV passed by the tanks, they went into reverse and then sped up to follow Randolf. As his HMMV left the city, about forty-five minutes later, he sat in quiet turmoil. He wanted so badly to order the HMMV to turn around and head back to Eric so he could warn him of York's plan, while the other part of him knew he had his duty and that the Lord Protector had yet to be wrong in seven years. His near-perfect decisions probably is what drove him into his elderly state so early. Randolf sighed, and looked back at the ruined city of Brotunia. He then leaned his head back, "God help me."
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Brotunia,Jagada
Eric laughed as one of his friends finished a joke. Who knew someone could make a joke about a parrot and a carrot. The celebration that night was going rather well, they celebrated where they protested. Some people drove around in vehicle honking their horns and waving the Jagadian flag, other sang the national anthem or religious songs. Alcohol was banned a long time ago, so 'soda' was the primary source of good drinking. Though even this post-civil war city, water was a luxury. Eric laughed as he turned around and noticed a collum of dark figures advancing from down the road. That feeling of betrayal rose back up, and again Eric surpressed it--surely York was smart enough to know that an attack on one Moslem would spark another civil war. Eric told his friends he'd be back and they watched him as he advanced towards the collum of dark figures. The road has few street lights, and even fewer ones that worked so getting a good look from a long distance was impossible. He smiled though as he appoarched, he figured Randolf just wanted to treat some troops to some celebrations and that marching was just apart of the way the Crusaders worked.
As Eric reached the men, he could see one man standing in front of them, he assumed it was Randolf, so he extended the right hand of fellowship. "Howdy, so you decided to bring the boys along?" Suddenly a shot rang out, Eric felt as though some hit him in the stomach with a baseball bat. He looked up and in an ironic and untimely event, a street light flickered on and the face of the man revealed. It definantly wasn't Randolf, it was a rough looking man though his facial expression showed he was clearly sorry for what he had just done. Eric knew the guy had shot him, he was overwhelming surprised but his facial expression shouted out that he did it. Eric fell to the ground and the last thing he heard was the cursing of the rough man--then he went to face Judgement.
The celebration had stopped when the shot rang out, and when Eric hit the ground, the people looked on in absolute fear. The rough looking man pointed towards the crowd, and hesitated, "F-...Fire!" he shouted. The troops, however, didn't hesitate they let loose a salvo of fire, and immiedately they broke this collum formation and began squad-style attacks on the crowd. The people screamed and shouted as several bodies hit the ground. Some attempted to run into nearby buildings, only to be chased down by Crusaders and executed.
A small squad of Crusaders saw a group of people run into a mosque. They followed. The Seargent ordered them to sweep the mosque, and they quickly found the group huddled together in a corner in some back room. The troops kept their guns aimed at them. The Seargent came in and realize it was a group of children. He immiedately hesitated to give the order, "My God...no, I can't..." he said, then as he closed his eyes he left go of his humanity. "Fire!" he shouted involuntarily, and the room exploded as the troops held their triggers and attempted to quickly end the pain for the children. Many of them held the trigger long after the clip ran out. The Seargant punched the wall then ordered his men to move out of the mosque.
Everywhere this was quickly being called 'The Weeping Massacre', and not because the people weeped...but the ones that executed them. The troops all hesitated constantly, a clear break down in dicipline. All of them wanted to let the children, woman, and elderly live by their commanders gave them strict orders that all were to be terminated. Brotunia was a primarily Moslem city, so the threat of hitting other Chrisitans wasn't high. Though many soldiers didn't care, and some were even beginning to grow angry at the Christians, even though they themselves were Christian, because they were being spared this genocide. Though the city was slowly, and with great pains cleared of all Moslems, along with a handful of Chrisitans who either got in the way, protested the genocide, or just got unlucky.
Brotunia was not the only place, however, as every major city and rural area was sweeped by the Crusaders. City by city, town by town, village by village, house by house, and room by room they sought out and executed every Moslem they could find. Though in some areas the troops threw down their weapons and refused to fight, and were they themselves executed by their fellow soldiers who then continued with the purge.
By sunrise the Trinity Empire of Jagada was stained with even more blood as the Moslems were either whiped out or were in deep hiding. The Lord Protector has shown his true colors, and he showed he was determined to unify the country--by any means.
Franco York felt uncomfortable, even though he sat upon the very throne Lord Jagada once sat upon, and even Emperor Remington. It didn't feel right, he was military commander, a Field Marshall his place was in an uncomfortable metal chair in some dissent country asking why a certain divison has reached his objective yet. Though the last seven years were different, he had grown very old, very fast. When the Fanatics rose up in rebellion, he went into deep depression, then the sheer stress of trying to run an unwinnable war placed too much on his physical body, and it drove it to the breaking point. Not to mention his mind; which then reminded him he had an appointment at three o'clock today with his personal theropist--Doctor Ice. He had come to rely on that mans advice more and more in the last seven years. He grabbed a docment on the nearby stone table and reviewed it. He was expecting another report on the rebuilding process, it was slow, and some areas were so radioactive it was nearly impossible to even enter safely. Though has he read the title, it was different, "Moslem Uprising in Brotunia". York's eyes widened and he read further down on the document.
He was shocked when he got finished. The Moslems had always been a partner with the Christians in founding the Religious Commonwealth and Religious Imperium, even Lord Jagada respected them. Never in their history had they protested--ever. Their reasons where very unrealistic, they wanted more say in the government and the full-government name, The Trinity Empire of Jagada, to be changed to something which suited both major religions. In an instant, York jump to his feet and yelled at the top of his lungs. He threw the document at one of his aides. He couldn't believe the Moslems, how dare they rebel against him after he saved them at the Battle of Inn, after he sacrificed thousands of men to save their villages.
"Curse those fools and their idoltry ways!" exclaimed York, "I've had it up to here with these fools. Get me Field Marshall Randolf in here now," stated York.
Nearly three hours laters, the doors to the throne room opened and an Asian gentlemen in a Crusader Uniform (http://www.100megsfree4.com/generations/alchemists/Roy%20Mustang.jpg) entered the room, York was still pacing. He walked up to York and saluted, "Lord Protector you wished to speak with me?" he stated. York sighed and went back to his throne and sat down. He allowed his head to rest on his hand while he tried to gather his thoughts. He pointed to the document on the stone table, the same one he'd thrown at his aide but later picked up after calming down. Randolf picked up the document and opened it, as his eyes scanned threw it he didn't seem all that surprised.
"Yes sir, about this, I feel this is a simple matter," said Randolf.
"No, its not," replied York quickly with a depressed look on his face.
"Sir?" asked Randolf.
York's face turned cold, and his emotionless look sent a shiver down Randolf's spine. It wasn't like the Lord Protector to be confused about anything. "Randolf, I think its time we end this show. Lord Jagada's idea of a perfect religious country is just wishful thinking. These Moslems will rise up again, and who is to say the Bhuddist or Hindus won't rise up next. I think it is time we faced reality."
Randolf's eyes widened and he felt his legs get weak, "Sir, what are you suggesting?" That almost was more of a statement, than a question.
York made eye contact with Randolf finally and he could see Randolf's fear and confusion, "Randolf, you are the most loyal and capable commander I have. You proved this during the Battle of Inn. I am going to give this task to you."
Randolf growled, and then tried to compose himself, "What task...sir?"
York made a faint smile, "Establish One Chrisitan Order. Terminate all others."
Randolf stummbled backwards in shock and wrapped his hands into fists and looke down at the stone court, then back up, "Y-yes, sir". York smiled, "Then get going." As Randolf walked off he whispered under his breath "Yea, straight to Hell".
---
Brutonia,Jagada
They were out in strength, and they were out for change. The Moslem people of Jagada had always been peaceful, always worked side-by-side with the Christians for the bettering of the country. They felt that in exchange for this alliance, the very least they could do was give a friendly country name. The Trinity Empire of Jagada, implied a strictly Christian country, something the Moslems didn't want. Few believed it would take long to convince York, a person most Moslems considered their idol and hero. This protest was an uprising of sorts, the mob had taken over the police station, post offices, and government buildings. Though ensured no one was hurt, in fact they compensated all of the employees with that days pay. This was prehaps the most non-violent riot in the history of Jagada.
The leader of the mob, a Eric Anders, sat in the Provincial Capital Building. He rather enjoyed the nice leather chair. Prehaps he would run for office when all this was over, he clearly would have all the local support he needed. Then again, if he was elected he'd probably screw things up more--he would have to be content as an electrian. One of the people who where in the mob outside came rushing inside, he pointed out towards the mob with a smile on his face, "The military! The military!" he shouted. Eric got to his feet and followed the young man to the front doors of the Provincial Capital building. Entering the city was a group of HMMVs with three armored tanks behind it. The tanks stopped about fifty-yards from the mob, but had their guns aimed right at Eric. The HMMV came to the edge of the crowd he moved out of the way and the HMMV slowly went down the crowd of people until it stopped at the steps of the Capital Building. From the back of the HMMV, a door opened and outstepped a man, clearly Asian and clearly the rank of Field Marshall by the various medals and such on his uniform. The man walked up the stairs towards Eric who met him at the top of the steps, and extend the right hand of fellowship, of which the Asian man replied by shaking his hand.
"Field Marshall Randolf, and I assume your the leader of this mob," stated Randolf with a smile.
Eric would have taken offense, if he thought Randolf was being serious, but he figured he was joking and was only here to inform him the government was giving into his demands, though all the suddenly that belief in the government giving in didn't sound too realistic--even for York. Eric shrugged it off, "Yes, I am Eric Anders. Please follow me, we can discuss this inside."
The two men, accompied by various guards of Eric walked into the extremely basic Provincial Building, which was a one-story, bullet riddled, non-air conditioned, stone structure that needed modernization. They entered into the only modern looking room, the Provincial Govorners office where Eric took the leather seat behind the desk, and Randolf sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair on the outside. Eric could tell Randolf wasn't pleased, but he figured this meeting wouldn't go long, so Randolf could suffer.
"Well, Mr.Anders. I am here to inform you that Lord Protector York has agreed with your reccomendations and demands. He is proposing renaming the country the Religious Imperium of Jagada, its former name if that is alright with you. Though the conditions are clear. If you agree to this name, this riot must end," stated Randolf.
Eric got that uneasy feeling again, as though this was a game of poker and Randolf was screwing him over and keeping one card of his sleeve. And again he shrugged it off, if he went by emotions alone this could turn into another civil war. "Thats reasonable. We accept, and I'll inform my people to disband and go home," he said.
Randolf laughed a bit, "Excellent. Though all York asks is that your people stop rioting, you can celebrate if you want. He knows how foolish it was of him to pick that name anyway. You know how it is being the leader. I'm sure the stresses of running this mob must have been overwhelming."
Eric's feeling was coming back on, but relaxed when Randolf started talking in a less professional manner, it meant that he truly meant what he said. Eric completely supressed the unsusal feelings he was having. Prehaps a celebration was in order, it'd been awhile since the people could sit back, celebrate, and fellowship. It would be good for local morale. "Very well. Though I invite you to join us Field Marshall. Clearly you deserve it," he stated. Randolf smiled, "Yes, I shall attend later this evening. For now I have to get this message to the next town, since most of the communications are pretty much crap now." Eric nodded, and rose to his feet, "I'm glad we can come to a compromise. Inform Lord Protector York that he ha the full cooperation of the Moslem people of Brotunia." Randolf nodded and he then left the office, to relay the message. Still, got some reason Eric couldn't completely get rid of the feeling that something had just gone wrong. Almost as if he'd just signed his own death warrant.
As Randolf's HMMV passed by the tanks, they went into reverse and then sped up to follow Randolf. As his HMMV left the city, about forty-five minutes later, he sat in quiet turmoil. He wanted so badly to order the HMMV to turn around and head back to Eric so he could warn him of York's plan, while the other part of him knew he had his duty and that the Lord Protector had yet to be wrong in seven years. His near-perfect decisions probably is what drove him into his elderly state so early. Randolf sighed, and looked back at the ruined city of Brotunia. He then leaned his head back, "God help me."
---
Brotunia,Jagada
Eric laughed as one of his friends finished a joke. Who knew someone could make a joke about a parrot and a carrot. The celebration that night was going rather well, they celebrated where they protested. Some people drove around in vehicle honking their horns and waving the Jagadian flag, other sang the national anthem or religious songs. Alcohol was banned a long time ago, so 'soda' was the primary source of good drinking. Though even this post-civil war city, water was a luxury. Eric laughed as he turned around and noticed a collum of dark figures advancing from down the road. That feeling of betrayal rose back up, and again Eric surpressed it--surely York was smart enough to know that an attack on one Moslem would spark another civil war. Eric told his friends he'd be back and they watched him as he advanced towards the collum of dark figures. The road has few street lights, and even fewer ones that worked so getting a good look from a long distance was impossible. He smiled though as he appoarched, he figured Randolf just wanted to treat some troops to some celebrations and that marching was just apart of the way the Crusaders worked.
As Eric reached the men, he could see one man standing in front of them, he assumed it was Randolf, so he extended the right hand of fellowship. "Howdy, so you decided to bring the boys along?" Suddenly a shot rang out, Eric felt as though some hit him in the stomach with a baseball bat. He looked up and in an ironic and untimely event, a street light flickered on and the face of the man revealed. It definantly wasn't Randolf, it was a rough looking man though his facial expression showed he was clearly sorry for what he had just done. Eric knew the guy had shot him, he was overwhelming surprised but his facial expression shouted out that he did it. Eric fell to the ground and the last thing he heard was the cursing of the rough man--then he went to face Judgement.
The celebration had stopped when the shot rang out, and when Eric hit the ground, the people looked on in absolute fear. The rough looking man pointed towards the crowd, and hesitated, "F-...Fire!" he shouted. The troops, however, didn't hesitate they let loose a salvo of fire, and immiedately they broke this collum formation and began squad-style attacks on the crowd. The people screamed and shouted as several bodies hit the ground. Some attempted to run into nearby buildings, only to be chased down by Crusaders and executed.
A small squad of Crusaders saw a group of people run into a mosque. They followed. The Seargent ordered them to sweep the mosque, and they quickly found the group huddled together in a corner in some back room. The troops kept their guns aimed at them. The Seargent came in and realize it was a group of children. He immiedately hesitated to give the order, "My God...no, I can't..." he said, then as he closed his eyes he left go of his humanity. "Fire!" he shouted involuntarily, and the room exploded as the troops held their triggers and attempted to quickly end the pain for the children. Many of them held the trigger long after the clip ran out. The Seargant punched the wall then ordered his men to move out of the mosque.
Everywhere this was quickly being called 'The Weeping Massacre', and not because the people weeped...but the ones that executed them. The troops all hesitated constantly, a clear break down in dicipline. All of them wanted to let the children, woman, and elderly live by their commanders gave them strict orders that all were to be terminated. Brotunia was a primarily Moslem city, so the threat of hitting other Chrisitans wasn't high. Though many soldiers didn't care, and some were even beginning to grow angry at the Christians, even though they themselves were Christian, because they were being spared this genocide. Though the city was slowly, and with great pains cleared of all Moslems, along with a handful of Chrisitans who either got in the way, protested the genocide, or just got unlucky.
Brotunia was not the only place, however, as every major city and rural area was sweeped by the Crusaders. City by city, town by town, village by village, house by house, and room by room they sought out and executed every Moslem they could find. Though in some areas the troops threw down their weapons and refused to fight, and were they themselves executed by their fellow soldiers who then continued with the purge.
By sunrise the Trinity Empire of Jagada was stained with even more blood as the Moslems were either whiped out or were in deep hiding. The Lord Protector has shown his true colors, and he showed he was determined to unify the country--by any means.