NationStates Jolt Archive

As the snow fell across the freezing capital of the Trinity Empire, Christendom, the people clung tightly to their jackets and overcoats as they went about their business. The gusts of wind made life miserable for everyone. Winter in the capital of the Christian theocracy was rigged and rough for anyone. It was this time of year that saw the most atheist, as people tended to fall from their religion quickly as winter simply brought dispair to the people. The the giant metal and stone fortress that was Jagada's Keep looked grim in the face of the blowing snow. Though there were fires on all of the towers in the and around the Keep, it still had a grim look about it. Like the stone and metal and iron and steel all cried out against the cold.

In contrast to the bitter-cold of the outside, inside of the Keep it was very warm and comfortable. And despite its appearance it was a modern fortress, with troops stationed everywhere, people walking about doing their jobs, and government officals meeting in the dozens of secret rooms in the Keep. The Keep was established by Lord Jagada has unification symbol for the various Tribes. Sitting in the most secretly hidden room in the entire fortress was the 'Lordship Room'--more commonly known as the room where all the decisions are made. Staring out of a window (which was the only easy way to enter the room, other than that it took a trained and borderline genious to find their way to it. Not to mention the two guards which stood with Hali-42 Assault Rifles, and the five guards with machine-guns. It wasn't easy to kill the Lord Protector in his own office--nearly impossible. York stared at the people as they went about their business, barley being able to pick them out from the blanket of snow which covered each of them. He sighed, things were so out of control.

Democratic protests were occuring in almost every major city. If it wasn't for the snow and the freezing cold, there would be one here in Christendom. Religion was quickly loosing ground in the Trinity Empire, as liberalism was growing like mold over the country. Already armed conflict had occured between Crusaders and the Democratic Liberals (a new political party which called for York's execution). The people were slowly rebelling against the order of things. It was only a matter of time. The Jagadian people were bitter from the civil war, their souls hardened, they no longer trusted God like they should have. York knew this, and he didn't know why the Jagadian people so easily lost faith. After the War against Norris, this same problem arose but thanks to colaberation between Remington and the Merciful Knights, they managed to turn the situtation around and show the people that God was still here--that they had brought the war on themselves.

York sighed as he turned around from the window and moved towards his desk. He picked up the remote on his desk and clicked on the television, some Jagadian shows were funny--most weren't. He sighed again has he sat down in his leather chair and leaned back until the chair hit his desk (as it big screen television was behind his desk). The show he was watching was funny, a Jagadian comiedian making jokes about the Democratic Liberals called them "rebels soon to be without a pulse", which was also a pun at York due to his massacre of the Moslems some years ago. Suddenly the screen got fuzzy, it blinked in and out of darkness and suddenly a horrifying image appeared on the screen:

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Yorks eyes widen as he saw the Twin-Hammers of the Kraven Corperation. The infamous, mass murdering, totaltarian corperate police state bent on domination of anyone it could. York remebered the news reports about Kraven, how their dreaded Capitol Police marched across several nations and even marched into Jagada's recently 'defeated' enemy--Kahanistan. Then, everyone saw the horrid news reports of the Automagfreek-Kraven Wars which had since been dubbed the 'Kraven Wars' by Damien Dreadfire. The Capitol Police were hated by the World as a whole--save the former slave states of Kraven.

Though York suddenly snapped back into reality, forsaking the horrid images of the Freek-Kraven War. He watched as the image remained on the television, the big, black, and bold words "We Will Spare NO ONE" wasn't a propaganda motto, it wasn't something to be taken lightly. When Kraven made a statement like that, then they intended to go threw with it to the very end. He was close to sending the order to summon Field Marshall Halibard, his second in command, when suddenly an idea hit him.

The dreaded Capitol Police were rarely defeated in battle, they had only been defeated by the equally dreaded Sentials of the Freeks. Such 'troopers', if one could call them that and thus give them some humanity, could be useful for the Trinity Empire. York got up and went to his 'Bingo-Book File Cabinet'. Any nation who had a file in here was to be considered dangerious, if you weren't in the Bingo-Book than the Trinity Empire, or York at least, considered you inferior and not worthy to be feared, or watched. Of coarse theu usual names where in here. The infamous Automagfreek was first and foremost, followed closely by the Most Hated Golden Throne of the Macabees. Then of coarse there were two of Jagada's 'allies' Roach-Busters and Translyvania (sp?). These and many more where in this file cabinet, but York was only interested in one. Finally he pulled out a rather thick manil folder, with the wording it saying: The Kraven Corporation. York opened the file up and immiedatly saw the image of the Twin-Hammers flag. He flipped the page and saw the dreaded 'Double Red Eyes' of the Capitol Police. He then began to read into the sub-file on the Capitol Police. He was shocked at what he found: genetically altered 'super' soldiers, fanatically loyal, extremely well trained. Then of coarse the every present word--expensive. You couldn't very well spend just a few hundred dollars on mass breeding super soldiers--it wasn't like you could just buy them in bulk. York sighed as he saw that, the Crusaders alone where expensive, to forge an army of Capitol Police out of them would require a lot of money. Not to mention cooperation with Kraven--which he didn't like much either. York turned the page just out of curiosity and in big, bold letters read "Slave States of Kraven" which included only a handful of nations. York was a interested in these 'slave states' immiedately, if these nations existed then to some extent so did Kraven Corporation.

York read down the page until he realized that the 'Slave' States weren't in a state of slavery at all. They were more independant than one would think--the name was just for show. Slave States retained a lot of independance, its one reason why when Slovania fell, then the other Kraven Slave States didn't fall, or at least not completely. Though the 'requirements' to be slave states was simple, believe in Kraven Corporation and believe that they are the masters of your realm. Then again, there were only two ways to become apart of the 'Supreme State' and they were either to ally with Kraven and suddenly get surprise attacked like had been done in the past, or be fully willing to join Kraven. York thought for a moment--Slave State and power or democratic liberal state and pacifism. For the middle aged Field Marshall slash Lord Protector, the decision wasn't hard to make.

The Trinity Empire would become one with the Kraven Corporation...it was just a matter of finding a Kraven to begin the 'Kravenization'.

It had been two days since the date in which York had decided to merge with the Kraven Corporation. To begin such Kravenization it required the assistance, of coarse, of the Corporation. York had searched for some way to contact the now dead Kraven Corporation. Everyone thought that Kraven was gone--that Automagfreek had cleansed the world of its very presence. There had been unconfirmed reports from time to time which suggested Kraven was still around to some degree, but nothing which suggested that Kraven was in Jagada or in a position where York could contact them. That was until he'd got an mysterious message from 'The Eye', the Jagadian Intelligance Agency about a suspected foreign agent in Jagada. A picture of this suspect was sent to York and he had reviewed it, along with the mans profile. His name was Lee Roman, or supposedly anyway, he had come from Kahanistan following the Kahanistani-Kraven War, actually just when Automagfreek launched their surprise attack on Kraven forces in Kahanistan. Very interesting, why would a Kahanistani 'businessman' leave Kahanistan following a completely turn around in their country's war against the 'Evil Corporation'. There was always a chance that this agent was from Kahanistan, but unlikely, and even more unlikely that it came from Automagfreek. Damien, at least in York's eyes, didn't need spies to find targets for him to blow up. That left one option--a Kraven Agent. A Kraven Agent had also taken control in another countr, whos name York didn't know or care about, but he knew it occured. He vaguely remebered some intelligance report on it.

He then reviewed the other picture shots taken of this 'Lee Roman' and noticed something, he didn't look Kahanistani. Though for his language, the intelligance report said he spoke Kahanistani fluently, and his Jagadian had a strong Kahanistani accent. Definately a Kraven Agent. York tapped the button on his desk and the speak came alive with the female voice of his secretary, a Mrs. LeRoy, "Yes, Lord Protector?"

"Yes mame, could you please get me Field Marshall Halibard in here?" stated York. His secretary agreed and within about an hour Halibard entered his office.

"Field Marshall Halibard, Rick if I may?" stated York. The Field Marshall snapped into attention and gave a crisp salute, "Yes sir! Sir, you want to me see me?"

York motioned for Halibard to sit down, which the Field Marshall did. York then slid the file on what York had now dubbed 'Agent Roman' over to Halibard. "Please, read threw it," stated York. Halibard opened the file and began to read, he simply scanned the pages and leaned back rubbing his chin. "Kraven maybe?" said Halibard. York smirked, the old Field Marshall rarely got it wrong, this was no exception. "Same here, I think its a Kraven Agent, similar to ones we've got intelligance on launching coups in foreign countries," said York. Halibard smirked, "I see, I'll order the Teutonics to 'terminate' our friend."

York raised his hand, "Not quite, I want to see this Agent. Have the Teutonics bring him in. Meet me into the diplomatic room, bring three squads of Teutonics while you're at it. I want information out of this guy about the ressurection of Kraven, and I hear hes dangerious so make sure to disarm him." As if disarming the Agent wasn't already apart of standard operating policies. Halibard raised an eyebrow, but conceded, he never saw Kraven has a threat to Jagada but then again if they had not interest in the Trinity Empire--why would one of their Agents be in the country? "Yes sir!"

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The Agent walked down a stone sidewalk threw the 'Jefferson Grand Park', the greatest and biggest park in Christendom. He walked emotionlessly, like a machine almost. Of coarse he smiled occasionally, but for the most part his primary function was survival until a mission--then it only switched to successfully completely that mission. He had already noticed the movements of the Jagadian Teutonics in the snow. If only because he was trained to evade capture. Then again, the Teutonics weren't easy to stop or resist. They were forged in the fires of the Fanatical Civil War (something the Agent had also gone threw), they were crack infantry. Prehaps he was only seeing what they wanted him to see, or prehaps it was just some rookies who screwed up.

He looked up ahead, just beyond that tree there was a Teutonic ready to pounce on him the second he walked by. He already had his plan in mind, he grabbed the Teutonic and use him as a human, or since Teutonics were willing to kill their own, or body shield to escape. Then it was matter of getting out of the country--he was now regonized and would be hunted. As far as he was concerned his mission was over. He was five feet from the Teutonic when suddenly he felt cold metal press itself against the back of his head.

"Don't move, don't resist," said the deep voice of what Agent now knew was a Teutonic. In a snap second, five Teutonics came out of the snow around him, some with heavy machineguns, others with Hali-42 Assault Rifles, and some even with shotguns. The Agent realized he had been caught--then again it was to be expected in some way he was just a assassin in a foreign country caught off guard. Not to mention the Teutonics has assassinated close to a hundred people and leader during the Fanatical Civil War, so catching an assassin took an assassin. The Agent raised his hands, "I have a 9mm up my sleeve, just so you know." A Teutonic appoarched and and helped the Agent remove his jacket, and surely enough a 9mm was strapped onto his arm. All Jagadians could purchase guns, most didn't due to the extremely safe atomosphere of Jagadian soceity, but still some were paranoid and desired a gun.

He was blind folded and quickly moved. He hit his head as the Teutonic threw him into the back of a van filled with metal pipes. He heard the van take off and he felt the weight of three Teutonics ontop of him. Finally, after about a half-hour of driving, the van came to a stop. He was sure he was going to be executed, if he was going to a prison camp or interrogation room they wouldn't have taken that long. Has they pulled him out of the car, he was pushed and dragged, as they drug him he felt a gust of very warm air--a building. He was inside of a building, surely they weren't going to kill him inside of some motel. He heard the door to a room open and was dragged into and thrown into a chair, a very nice chair because he could feel the leather on it. The blindfold was removed and the first thing he saw was the middle-aged, grey haired, figure of Lord Protector Franco York.

"Hello, I hope my men weren't too rough on you," said York, "Agent Roman."

The Agent Looked up, not betraying any sense of Emotion...

"I have seen better..." he began..

"What do you want From Me..." He continued, his voice changed subtly, the masters of psychology they could break people with a mear word or suggestion..

"Why haven't you killed me yet..."

York smiled, Kravenites were cruel and were known for torture--mentally and physically. York didn't respond at first, instead wanting to remain in control of the conversation, he took a sip from his glass of water, due that alocohol was illegal in Jagada.

"So, tell me, how did you get here? Whats your purpose in this country?" asked York.

"Now... That would be telling, But considering Present Company..."

"I am an Agent... one of many clones... I was sent here from Kahanistan to observe your nation, to gather Intell then when the time arose, set off either a Civil War or over throw the government..." He paused at that point to let his words set in...

"You may be interested to Know that I was infact partly responsible for your Civil War, I was the spark that ignited the fire..." The Agent gave a sarcastic smile...

"I also abducted around 25 of your people over the years that I have been here and shipped them back to Kraven for Experiments, Some were used to test Biological Weapons.... the majoritory... your females, were used in the Capitol Police Birthing programme..." The Agent, sat back, tenting his fingers, letting his words sink in and taking control of the conversation...

York sat quiet and still, not allowing emotion to overtake him as images of the horrid Fanatical Civil War flooded his mind. Though, Field Marshall Halibard, who was also in the room, wasn't a so calm. He pulled out his 9mm side arm and unloaded a full clip into the chest of the Agent. York raised his hand, but figured it was too late. Though suddenly when the Agent just smiled back at Halibard, York realized it. He was wearing and armored plate under the suit, a much lighter verison of that worn by the Capitol Police.

York smirked, "Well, regardless of what you may think. You're plan obvious failed. The government and order of soceity was maintained."

York then took another sip of the water on the table, "Now then, since you're still functioning, I assume Kraven is still around. So tell me, how is the good Reichmarshalls holding up?"

The Agent smiled...

"Maybe Order was what I wanted... I kept you in Power Didn't I?"

"The Secret Police Reichmarshals have been disbanded, Since the Fall only one escaped... Reichmarshal Helghan... He is Operating somewhere in an Undisclosed location... I can Assure you.. Kraven is far from dead..."

"You Don't understand how Far from Dead Kraven actualy is... Even now Vast Legions are being raised in Secret Locations... We Will Spare No One.... York..."

"I suggest you treat me with a Bit more respect.... you could say your In Debt to me...." The Agent sarcasticly smiled once more... he may not have all the aces, but he was well in control of the situation... and if needed he could quite easily make York hang on every word he said...

York still didn't let emotion show, prehaps the Agent did have something when he said York was in his debt. Then again, considering the Agent allowed for close to two hundred million people be killed in a holocaust-like war, and the fact that York brought that to an end--prehaps it was the Agent who owed him. Regardless, York maintained his cool.

"If you're telling the truth, and Kraven is alive. Then its only a matter of time before the Anti-Kraven Alliance reforms and attacks you again. Without a homeland, and with only a porition of your army rebuilt, you won't get very far against them. Not to mention if Dreadfire is looking for a good fight," said York.

The Agent (http://www.imaginaryproducts.com/topolink/Files/agent_smith_poses04.jpg) sat there, still smiling as York spoke. He knew all too well what the 'Lord Protector' was doing, he had been here during the Fanatical Civil War. York retained his sanity, and his intelligance from that crippling war. As York finished the Agent remained calm, for there was no emotion he felt, save pride in Kraven and its ideals.

"Mr.York, maybe you're not understanding me," stated Agent Roman, "Kraven was never dead, we simply lost some ground. We exist everywhere, in a sense we are omnipresent."

York went to speak when the Agent interrupted him, "Here...let me demonstrate for you, Mr.York, just how doomed you and your pathetic population are."

The Agent reached into his coat pocket and instantly seven Teutonics surronded him, with the barrels of their rifles aimed at his head. The Agent stopped his movement, the Teutonics would fire on him even without orders--he'd seen them do it during the Fanatical Civil War. York raised his hand and the Teutonics took a few paces back, but still had their weapons aimed. Agent Roman, as York dubbed him, pulled out a small black box. He fiddled with the black box in his hands as he smiled.

"You see, Mr.York, Kraven already has your nation by the throat," stated the Agent has he flipped the upper half of the black box over to reveal a small red button in the center. The Teutonics reacted again, by requesting orders to fire, not from York but from Halibard. York ordered them to stand down.

"First off, if you detonate that bomb, since that obviously what it is, then you'll only succeed in killing me and a field-marshall, there is still a group of generals, and a Merit Council which can replace me overnight," said York with a grin.

Agent Roman simply pressed the red button, but nothing happened. York smirked, "Nice trick." The Agent shook his head, "No, it was real. What I just detonated, Mr.York, was a ten megaton low yield nuclear weapon. Which just vaporized a town of innocent 'farmers' as you call them."

York's eyes didn't flintch even though instead he was horrified. Suddenly York saw Halibard pulled out his pistol again, which he'd reloaded. After that is was blur. Suddenly before Halibard could even aim his pistol, the Agent came out of his seat and pulled a Desert Eagle pistol, which had somehow not been detected by the Teutonics. York knew the Agent would kill Halibard, as another sign of Kraven superiority. In a instant, York pulled out his own 9mm pistol and came out of his seat and had it pressed against against the Agent's temple before the Agent could pull the trigger. Halibard was, however, stunned by the quick reaction of Agent and the Teutonics didn't realize what had happened until it was over.

"This is my country, and this is my meeting. You will behave yourself, Agent Roman," stated York as he applied a bit of pressure to the trigger showing he was willing to take the Agent's meaningless life.

Agent Roman still had no emotion has he dropped his Desert Eagle and sat back down in the seat. Halibard grabbed the Desert Eagle and handed it to a Teutonic, who would inturn take it to the armory to be disbanded after the meeting. York returned his 9mm to its holster and sat back down. The moment was ripe, the Agent had shown is secondary, hidden weapon, and tried to show force only to be met with counter-force which overwhelmed him. York had been shown Kraven was here and in force. Now the playing field was level, and negioations could begin.

"Halibard, take the Teutonics and go gather a report on that nuclear blast. Make something up for the media, say it was an undiscovered nuclear weapon placed there by he Fanatics. Prepare compensation for the families." stated York.

"Sir?" exclaimed Halibard, shocked by the sudden request of the Lord Protector.

"I'm not going to repeat myself, Field Marshall, go," stated York firmly. Halibard saluted, as did the Teutonics has they marched out of the room.

York watched them leave as they left York turned his attention to the Agent, "So tell me, what do you think of Jagada?"

The Agent's eyebrow arched, "Well, its a crummy, radioactive, religious crap hole, which Kraven will have a field day exterminating once we've revived."

York smiled, he'd expected a comment like that, "So, you still live in the fantasy that Kraven can survive without good allies? I'm not sure what lies your masters have told you, Agent Roman, but Kraven didn't survive the Freek's assault, and any hint of your ressurection would immiedately attract Freek attention."

York was purposely using the name 'Agent Roman' now, in an attempt to see if he could get this agent to feel more comfortable around him. If he gave the agent a name, then it made him different from the other ones. Though the Agent wasn't convinced, "Kraven survived the Freek attempt to destroy us, did we? We have endured a coalition of nations which attempted to exterminate us. We will continue to endure."

York laughed slightly as he now rose to his feet, "Times are changing. The Freek Empire cannot last forever, I'm sure you guys at Kraven have understood this. Its been many years since the coalition attempted to destroy you--with failed results. A new power needs to rise, a power which can challange this coalition and put it in its place."

York made his way towards a picture on the wall, a huge picture about teen feet tall, the diplomatic rooms of Jagada were huge almost like a ballroom of sorts, he'd brought the agent here to avoid allowing the Jagadian Intelligance to get an ear in on what they were going to talk about. As York appoarched the picture on the wall, he read the gold plate on the wooden frame which read: Lord Jagada, Founder of the Commonwealth. "You see, Kraven cannot survive because it lacks funds, it lacks support, it lacks numbers. Your industrial bases are purely in your 'Slave' States now. With Kravonkia now under Freek control, and with Concremo basically under AKA control, there isn't much chance of you regaining that place. So now you Kravens have to choose your friends wisely. The last thing you want is the Trinity Empire being your enemy."

The Agent raised his eyebrow again, "Is this some sort of proposal?"

York smirked, and pull out from his blue uniform a picture, he walked over to the agent and put the picture in front of his face, "I want these," said York. The picture (http://features.cgsociety.org/galleryimages/90099/jinroh.jpg) was that of the horrid Capitol Police. The Agent smirked, "Well, well, Mr.York, it seems we may be getting somewhere."

York put the picture back into his coat pocket, "Lets get some things straight first," said York. "I retain control of this nation, I didn't go threw a sea of Fanatics only to be stripped of control of this nation in favor of one of your Reichmarshalls."

The Agent smirked, "We could arrange for you to become the Reichmarshall in charge. Though a group of Reichmarshalls will be transfered here as advisors."

York knew exactly was 'advisors' were, spies to make sure he didn't betray Kraven once getting the hardware. York could understand that, "Another thing, we remain completely independant. Meaning we'll support Kraven whenever possible, but we are by no means an actual 'slave' state," said York. The Agent continued to smirk, "Well since your bringing up the 'slave' states then you probably have read about them and already know we grant such states a good deal of autonomy. The only thing is you'll have to conform your population to our ideals."

York sighed, "That I can do."

The Agent rose to his feet, "Then if that is all agreed upon, Mr.York. Let me be the first to welcome you to the Supreme State of the Kraven Corporation."

Misery was the order of the day. The cold rain fell, as the harsh winter Jagada had gone threw was thawing out, the heat rose and with it the lands of Jagada filled with mud, rain, and misery. The 'Thawing Season' was the one month transition period between winter and spring. Though it was the most hated month on the Jagadian Calendar, which also was very different from 'modern' calenders. As York's SUV pushed threw the mud, and cold rain that was falling on the region of Pax Topaz he had a lot on his mind. Much has occured these last three months, since he made a deal with Kraven to turn Jagada into one of their slave states. During this time, Jagadian scientists had been trained by their Kraven counterparts for the purposes of effectively running what Kraven called the Birthing Facilities, but what York had dubbed the 'Breeding Grounds'. Already dozens of secret Breeding Facilities had been constructed across the nation, mainly in the rural area where farmers, who barley kept up with local politics, wouldn't be able to discover them.

Things were already in place. Today though was a special day, it was the end of the end of the Trinity Empire. Today, the Coporate Imperium would rise. Religion would be cast down and from the ashes of the a rich Jagadian culture, the cruel and menacing society that was Kravenism would rise. The cold and hard industries of man would be steamed ahead at full pace producing ammunition, food, steel, armor, tanks, planes, and various other things. First on the agenda though was to actually see these Breeding Facilities, were the infamous Capitol Police were spawned. He was told the first 'batch' of Capitol Police, around twenty-thousand had been secretly transported to Jagada by Kraven ships under the guise of merchant vessels carrying bio-diesal (sp?). Though it had taken Kraven three months to pull it off, it had been done and very few in the public knew about it, the conspiracy loons of course marched in the streets proclaiming that Jagada's days were numbered, that he [York] had forsaken the people to Kraven. Few believed him, or more so few wanted to believe. York had, had doubts of joining Kraven since he spoke with Agent Roman. He didn't want the people to go to hell, he was still a Christian and by no means had denounced God, partly because if Kraven wanted Jagada had a 'Slave' State they wouldn't care about York's personal feelings just so long as he served them well. Then again, considering the masses he was going to have to order to be killed, the priests he would have to kill, the churches he would have to burn--by no means would God be pleased. He sighed, prehaps when he stood before the Almighty he may recieve mercy he would not be giving to others.

Hitting a pothole in the muddy road snapped York back into reality. He looked up and noticed in the distance a small shop ahead. The SUV pulled in, and out from the vehicle came York, and two bodyguards. They entered the store, which had no customers. The shop keeper looked at York, then out the window. Before York could even speak he saluted York and pressed a button that was under the counter and a door across the shop opened up. York and his bodyguard went to the door which was opened and suddenly realized a metal door was behind it, it slid open and revealed it was a small elevator--enough for only a handful of people. York and his bodyguards entered, the door automatically shut, followed closely by the metal elevator door. The elevator made its decent rather quickly, almost like it was in free-fall. York thought they were in free fall for a moment before the elevator came to a sudden stop and the doors slid up. York's eyes widened at what he saw as he walked out. Hundreds of them, small glass tubes where women were put into chemical enduced acoma and many of them were pregnant. York saw some scientists, or maybe they were doctors, delievering babies from various women. They were enjected with chemical and then quickly wrapped up in white towels and hurried off. York stood alone for only a few more seconds, when he was appoarched by a scientist who simply appeared out of no where beside York.

"Reichmarshall York," stated the man. York turned and noticed the pale, pox-faced man before him, he was shorter than York, only about 5'5". Wearing the typical white lab coat that everyone else in the facility seemed to wear. Though York knew this wasn't a Jagadian, all Jagadians even ones who knew about the conversion to Kraven spoke to him as 'Lord Protector York', this man called him Reichmarshall.

"Hello, doctor..." said York.

"Doctor Rosewater, sir, I am in charge of Birthing Facility number one, the first one in Jagada constructed," said the Kravenite.

"I see, how is progress?" said York.

The scientists face formed a sinister smile, "We're running at 200% capacity. I must admit, your women are very fine specimens."

York would had knocked the doctor's block off under different circumstances, but he had to remain calm, "Yes. Now, doctor. How long until I can get my Capitol Police?"

Rosewater pondered for a moment, seemingly doing calculations in his head, "Well, Reichmarshall, it will only take two years to get these babies into full grown men. Growth hormones you know. Though, it will take six years to get them fully trained," said Rosewater.

York growled, far too long, "See if you can speed the training up, but don't loose quality."

The Scientist nodded, "Now, Reichmarshall. I have for you a gift, curitosy of the Supreme State of the Kraven Corporation. I have for you...Capitol Police."

York suddenly heard the sounds of heavy footsteps. And from the darkness of the room, which was only lit with the eerie teal color of the liquid from the birthing tanks--emerged the Capitol Police. Full grown, fully armored. York looked on impressed as they walked in perfect formation, a gift from their genetic makeup and training. Rosewater had another sinister smile on his face, "Reichmarshall, the twenty-thousand that Kraven was sending are now all sent. You need only give them orders and they shall obey. As of now, these particular Capitol Police are under your direct command."

York smirked, it was time.

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Bobby Littlesburg stood in attention, along with the rest of the 53rd Battalion. Something was different--something wasn't right. Lord Protector York had called a special meeting just yesterday, and stated that a radical change was coming to the Trinity Empire. Though he didn't even hint it. Down Commonwealth Lane, the main street in Christendom, the people lined up quietly behind the line of Crusaders. He was amoung those Crusaders dividing the population from four lane road. Traffic was never heavy in Christendom, due in part to a recent sharp rise in the price of bio diesal, which all Jagadians cars ran on. It took the entire 53rd Battalion to provide a thin line between the population and the road. Though why? Lord Protector York had parades all the time, and didn't keep Crusaders to line the streets to protect the soldiers walking down it. The people loved the Crusaders--they fought against the Fanatics and with the help of the Almighty God managed to exterminate all of them. Bobby looked over to Jagada's Keep were the blue and white Flag of the Commonwealth flapped in the wind with the white star on the left-hand side. The star that showed Jagada was alone in this world the people needed to rally together to protect the State and themselves. Though it wasn't that flag that caught his attention, so much as a flag pole of equal height was placed in Jagada's Keep overnight, right next to the Flag of the Commonwealth.

Suddenly the quiet street erupted with applause as from the balcony of Jagada's Keep, Lord Protector Franco York appeared with both hands in the air, he was dressed not in his traditional blue uniform though. Something wasn't right. He was dressed in a black military uniform whiched reminded Bobby of the the ones the Nazis of Germany use to clothe themselves with. His bad feeling started to show physically, and some of his comrades of the 53rd also began to be point out the clothing. The crowd quietly down as York lowered one hand, but kept the other raised--a sign to quiet down. York stood there silent for a moment. Then suddenly we spoke, but he did not speak in 'modern' Jagadian which could be converted into English or other languages, he spoke in Native Jagadian--something rarely done.

"It is time, people of the Trinity Empire, to change. Change is dangerious thing. Though in the world, there exists evils much greater than our own. In our current state we cannot combat these evils. These evils need to be countered with an evil of their own. That is why is it time that we cast down our books of lies. The Bible, the Koran, the Holy Texts of Bhuddism, Hinduism, Judeaism, all of them are lies! Do not be lied to by men of the past, men who could barley be considered primates. Embrace your own destiny. Embrace a new ideal! Embrace security, freedom, peace, and prosperity. Embrace Kraven!"

Suddenly the heavy footsteps could be heard, from down the street they suddenly appeared, in perfect formation, which gave the impression they were superb soldiers. Adorned in their black armor and their red eyes glowing, they marched up the street immiedately where they when the people looked on in horror, in disbelief. Many began to wail like their families had been slain. They were the Capitol Police, and any doubt of this was changed when the flag of the Twin-Hammers was carried by one of the troopers. There are hundreds of them, marching in perfect formation. From the roof tops the Twin-Hammers were being waved. This was a Kraven State now. Bobby looked on in horror as they walked by him, not even noticing him or turning to look at him. The Capitol Police reached Jagada's Keep and all at the same time saluted Lord Protector York.

"I am now Reichmarshall York, and you will all address me as such. We are no longer a religious state. We are a Kraven State. We shall embrace the ideals of Kraven. Anyone who objects will be killed. You cast down your religious beliefs and you embrace Kraven--or you die. Some of you, however, are unfortunate enough to already be up for execution. Those of you who aren't--this is for the best. Do not interfere and you may spend the rest of your lives with your families in peace and security. Fear not the Neo-Liberals, fear not the Facists, fear not the Anarchists and Communists. For today we forged a new state--a Kraven State. Go now, for freedom is close."

Bobby's head snapped over to York with that last sentence: Go now, for freedom is close. Bobby was a common soldier, but he was one of the few in the entire Trinity Empire to know what that meant. It was a code word, used only once in Jagadian history during the Divinity Wars, and it was used secretly then. Even for Kraven, ever figuring out what they sentence meant would be borderline impossible. In brief what it meant was that this was tempoary, for the chosen who knew what the phrase meant to keep the population content the best they could. Freedom would return to Jagada one day. Bobby smiled and gave a shouted of praise. This was followed by two other soldiers of the 53rd, Bobby smirked. That was why York had the 53rd be placed here, because within it were three of the less than fifty people who knew the code. Suddenly the entire 53rd erupted in applause, followed closely by the people.

Though across Jagada it wasn't so joyous. The Capitol Police, after York's speech, and the fact that the Crusaders were told to stand down, began to carry out their brutal conversion. York's speech was on a Sunday during church service. This allowed the for the great concentration of Christians, who was the dominant religion, to be caught off guard. The Capitol Police stormed into hundreds of thousands of churches, supported by units of the Kreigsmarines (formerly Crusaders) who'd already been converted to Kraven uniforms. Priests were drug out into the streets and throw to their knees, and shot in cold blood in front of their congregaiton. Some shouted about never forgetting God, some shouted by rebellion, some shouted for mercy. All suffered the same punishment--death. Anyone in the congregation who attempted to help or even plead for the lives of the priests were killed instantly. In some cases entire congregations were executed by Kreigsmarines and Capitol Police. The churches were burned to the ground. Bhuddist temples, and the few mosques that remained since York's genocide of the Moslems a few years back were also burned. The Bhuddists who attempted to burn themsleves alive in protest were shot before they could even begin the burning, Hindus tried to resist by were also crushed under the jackboot of the Capitol Police.

The people weeped as they returned to their homes, they were bitter, they were angry--but now they were slaves. This was the end of the Trinity Empire, of the Religious State of Jagada, and this was the beginning of the Corporate Imperium of Jagada.

An Unholy Conversion had been completed.