Takmenistan
20-02-2006, 11:17
Takmenistan City
9:42pm
The trucks came from all over Takmenistan, centering directly on Takmenistan City. The highways were relatively deserted due to the curfew limiting people's movements after 7pm, so the military had a free reign to enforce a 'shoot-first' policy against people still out of doors. It came as no surprise that the six trucks were the only vehicles thundering down the roads as they converged in one place.
When each truck arrived outside the Supreme Court, they were directed into the underground parking lot of the building, which was swarming with soldiers to control the vehicle's occupants. Each truck screeched to a halt and shut off their engines, the heat from the radiators wavering in the warm air below the bulding.
Captain Malcolm Peterson stepped down from the cab of the first truck that had arrived. Ignoring a salute from several soldiers, he walked straight to the back of his truck, barking orders. "Control Platoons, get into position and stand-by to offload the prisoners, snap to it!"
The soldiers scrambled to file themselves behind the trucks as a soldier in each Platoon unlocked and swung open the doors. Inside each truck were varying numbers of men and women in various stages of dress, most tired and ragged, a few of them weeping lightly. Captain Peterson rolled his eyes and grabbed one by the shoulder to pull them off the truck, setting a precedent for the other soldiers whom began doing the same.
The Prisoners were filed up one of the stairwells several floors until they reached the fifth floor; the Main Court. Taking up almost the whole of the floor, the Main Court was a monolithic, lavish affair that had been used for the most high profile of cases, such as government investigations and civil crimes deemed most heinous. It was about to serve that purpose once more, albeit not in the same way.
The first 5 prisoners were pushed into the Main Court roughly, and were frog-marched down the gangway between the public seats to stand before the massive Judge's Podium, behind which stood the new Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, a slightly overweight military officer by the name of Colonel Oliver Dove. Sitting in the plush leather chair in full military braid and attire whilst sipping from a cup of tea, he looked lazily down at the five people standing in front of him as he had done for almost two hundred people so far. Dove wiped his mouth and set down the cup on the podium before speaking. "Senator Karl Peterson, Senator Jenna Goldberg, Senator Peter Sanders, Senator Leo Walsh, Senator Thomas Yarrick, you stand accused of High Treason against the people of the Takmenistani Republic, through not choosing to follow the will and the needs of the people where needed, preferring instead to pursue your own political agendas rather than further the needs of the people."
Dove reached across and picked up the Judge's hammer, banging the gavel in front of the astonished and frightened Senators. "This court finds you guilty of High Treason and sentences you accordingly. Next case."
Without allowing them to speak, the soldiers pushed the Senators out of a door opposite to the one they came in as five more politicans took their place. The Senators were guided down another flight of stairs into a basement room. At this point they were forced to stand against a wall that was notably blood-stained. Standing there was Malcolm Peterson with a group of five soldiers.
"Platoon, take aim!" Malcolm ordered. The five soldiers raised their M-16 rifles directly at the Senators.
The people started crying and weeping, realising as soon as they had been convicted what was about to happen. Senator Karl Peterson fell to the floor on his knees. A middle-aged man whom had once looked dignified, he seemed beaten a dishevelled, and sported several bruises. "Please, have mercy!" he begged. "I have a family, I have a life of my own! How can you treat me like a peice of meat?"
Captain Peterson looked at the man stonily. He looked across at one of the soldiers. "You're relieved, Soldier."
The infantryman moved away, and Malcolm took his place on the firing line. Reaching into his holster, he pulled a Colt .45 from its place and raised it to aim at the kneeling man's head. "Mercy this," he said, smiling. Then his face turned stern as he cocked the handle and shouted, "Fire!"
The sound of three Rifles and a single Handgun echoed throughout the concrete basement room as the five dead politicans fell to the floor. Malcolm nodded to the firing squad soldiers, whom then began moving the bodies out into a seperate room, two of them looking particularly queasy at their task. Malcom made a note to notify his superiors that there may be dissention within the ranks, and waited for the next group in this conveyer belt of death to arrive before his gun barrel.
OOC: Justified as being Secret IC because the Senators would have been kept under cover ever since they were captured, and the puppet trials occured inside the building, as did the shootings themselves.
9:42pm
The trucks came from all over Takmenistan, centering directly on Takmenistan City. The highways were relatively deserted due to the curfew limiting people's movements after 7pm, so the military had a free reign to enforce a 'shoot-first' policy against people still out of doors. It came as no surprise that the six trucks were the only vehicles thundering down the roads as they converged in one place.
When each truck arrived outside the Supreme Court, they were directed into the underground parking lot of the building, which was swarming with soldiers to control the vehicle's occupants. Each truck screeched to a halt and shut off their engines, the heat from the radiators wavering in the warm air below the bulding.
Captain Malcolm Peterson stepped down from the cab of the first truck that had arrived. Ignoring a salute from several soldiers, he walked straight to the back of his truck, barking orders. "Control Platoons, get into position and stand-by to offload the prisoners, snap to it!"
The soldiers scrambled to file themselves behind the trucks as a soldier in each Platoon unlocked and swung open the doors. Inside each truck were varying numbers of men and women in various stages of dress, most tired and ragged, a few of them weeping lightly. Captain Peterson rolled his eyes and grabbed one by the shoulder to pull them off the truck, setting a precedent for the other soldiers whom began doing the same.
The Prisoners were filed up one of the stairwells several floors until they reached the fifth floor; the Main Court. Taking up almost the whole of the floor, the Main Court was a monolithic, lavish affair that had been used for the most high profile of cases, such as government investigations and civil crimes deemed most heinous. It was about to serve that purpose once more, albeit not in the same way.
The first 5 prisoners were pushed into the Main Court roughly, and were frog-marched down the gangway between the public seats to stand before the massive Judge's Podium, behind which stood the new Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, a slightly overweight military officer by the name of Colonel Oliver Dove. Sitting in the plush leather chair in full military braid and attire whilst sipping from a cup of tea, he looked lazily down at the five people standing in front of him as he had done for almost two hundred people so far. Dove wiped his mouth and set down the cup on the podium before speaking. "Senator Karl Peterson, Senator Jenna Goldberg, Senator Peter Sanders, Senator Leo Walsh, Senator Thomas Yarrick, you stand accused of High Treason against the people of the Takmenistani Republic, through not choosing to follow the will and the needs of the people where needed, preferring instead to pursue your own political agendas rather than further the needs of the people."
Dove reached across and picked up the Judge's hammer, banging the gavel in front of the astonished and frightened Senators. "This court finds you guilty of High Treason and sentences you accordingly. Next case."
Without allowing them to speak, the soldiers pushed the Senators out of a door opposite to the one they came in as five more politicans took their place. The Senators were guided down another flight of stairs into a basement room. At this point they were forced to stand against a wall that was notably blood-stained. Standing there was Malcolm Peterson with a group of five soldiers.
"Platoon, take aim!" Malcolm ordered. The five soldiers raised their M-16 rifles directly at the Senators.
The people started crying and weeping, realising as soon as they had been convicted what was about to happen. Senator Karl Peterson fell to the floor on his knees. A middle-aged man whom had once looked dignified, he seemed beaten a dishevelled, and sported several bruises. "Please, have mercy!" he begged. "I have a family, I have a life of my own! How can you treat me like a peice of meat?"
Captain Peterson looked at the man stonily. He looked across at one of the soldiers. "You're relieved, Soldier."
The infantryman moved away, and Malcolm took his place on the firing line. Reaching into his holster, he pulled a Colt .45 from its place and raised it to aim at the kneeling man's head. "Mercy this," he said, smiling. Then his face turned stern as he cocked the handle and shouted, "Fire!"
The sound of three Rifles and a single Handgun echoed throughout the concrete basement room as the five dead politicans fell to the floor. Malcolm nodded to the firing squad soldiers, whom then began moving the bodies out into a seperate room, two of them looking particularly queasy at their task. Malcom made a note to notify his superiors that there may be dissention within the ranks, and waited for the next group in this conveyer belt of death to arrive before his gun barrel.
OOC: Justified as being Secret IC because the Senators would have been kept under cover ever since they were captured, and the puppet trials occured inside the building, as did the shootings themselves.