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Arterus, The City of Norska, Northern Arterus

It was snowing, has it for some reason always did in Kraven territories, it was something about the toxic gasses and ash that rose up into the air from the vast foundries scattered through out the city...

Occasionaly the snow would cease for several hours and the sun light would break through the cold black clouds above... casting an almost illuminescant, radiant hope across the citizens of Norska...

The Buildings, each building is a large tower block, roughly 30 storeys high, each window a room for some one, the buildings are grey, a dark military grey and hung from almost every window are blood red banners of Kraven, the twin Hammers viewing the city with a god like personae about it...

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The Doors to these houses were black, and upon them the building and block number, down the side of the wall, just next to the door was a list of occupants, each occupant given a number and next to it a bar code for easy indentification...

The Streets were black tarmac, and every so often a road block of Guard huts, sand bags, machine gun posts and a barrier would prevent the Public Busses from moving from block to block without the proper clearance or papers, these buses were dark grey, the windows had a set of bars across each one, and the front harboured a large bulldozer blade, it was an industrial Work Force bus, that would move from block to block picking up people for the shifts they were to perform in one of the many Munitions factories...

Along the side of the bus was a list of Rotas that it was designated and along the side of the pavement, next to the allocated pick up point were around twelve citizens, garbed in their work overalls, this particular areas work overalls were red, a dark crimson red...

A State shop was across the street, it hung banners from the windows like the other buildings and propaganda posters urging people to join The Secret Police, and others urging people to speak out against thought Criminals, with various posters making Thought Criminals out to be deranged mental patients with no sense of morals or an idea of Obidience...

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At every street corner was a large black tower, from which hung Loud speakers, pouring forth propaganda and ensuring that the people knew that working for Kraven was a blessing, but turning against Kraven was a death sentence...

Capitol Police Stood everywhere, guarding shop entrances, and guarding road blocks, they patrolled streets and ensured that the Corporations will was followed they were the Guardians of Civil Law and Order....

Black APC's rolled through sections of the City, the Capitol Police Commander watching the citizens walk to and fro from Tower blocks to factories and to shops to receive their daily rations of Soylant Green, Red and Yellow, or to exchange thier work quota tokens for new Work overalls...

This was a Kraven City.. Norska... but there was a lot more to it.... a lot more...

((OOC: I would say that a small resistance group might make this a little interesting and add a little spice. Or a spec ops team making attempts to cause havoc. Or a spy in your midst who does his best to blend in with the rest of Kravenite society. Thoughts?))

((OOC: I would say that a small resistance group might make this a little interesting and add a little spice. Or a spec ops team making attempts to cause havoc. Or a spy in your midst who does his best to blend in with the rest of Kravenite society. Thoughts?))


OOC: A spy... hmm maybe... but like I said, this is a reference thread more than anything, So the spy wouldn't be like James Bond and pwn all my Capitol Police, this thread is designed to describe a Kravenite city. and let others know how they work...

Arterus, The City of Norska, Northern Arterus


The snowfall has been steady for most of the day now, and a fine blanket around a foot high covered most of the roof tops and the streets, workers struggled to shift the snow from the pavement with shovels, while APC's pushed the snow on the road aside, their massive bulldozer blades and powerfull engines making short work of the snow as they made their way around the city, patrolling the streets as they always did...

The Workforce had been dispatched to each of their respective factories and with it the day in a Kravenite City began... the streets were quiet, with only a few people going too and fro, probably Informers for the Secret Police given a rest day, or allowed a day to rest after an injury or to gather food and clothing for the weeks ahead...

A couple of Kreigsmarines were walking along the pavement, heading towards the State owned shop that was a few yards ahead, within a few minutes they had reached the little door to the shop and had entered...

A man wearing white overalls stood at the back of the shop, he was reading through a paper, spouting the Usual Kraven Propaganda, the headline read..

"Another Stirling Victory For The Capitol Police!"

"Assistant" one of the Kreigsmarines spoke, a Corporal..

The man looked up from his paper...

"Yes may I help you?"

"We are investigating several missing rations quotas.. would you happen to know anything about them?" The Corporal spoke, he was pulling out a small note pad and a pencil with which to write down notes...

Kreigsmarines were the ground forces of the Secret Police and would quite often do a lot of the ground work before a Secret Police raid on an apartment block...

"No, Im sorry Corporal, I keep very stringent records of what leaves the shop, and what quotas enter, you may check my books if necessary.." The assisstant was quite frank and straight forward...

"No, thats quite all right... thankyou for your assistance, we will be conducting further investigations, so we may return later..." The Corporal nodded, before turning to leave...

"I can assure you Corporal, I'm a loyalist, I know that what Kraven has brought me is a great thing and I won't allow it to be squandered on petty individuals who have no sense of morals or ethics..." The Assistant spoke, fully beleiving what he was saying, and the Propaganda Kraven fed him every day...

"Excellent... thats what we like to hear.." The Corporal spoke one last time, casting a backwards glance before leaving the State owned Shop, and heading back down the street...

The loud sirens that announced the morning rang throughout the city. It was 6:00 AM and that meant all citizens were to wake up. As Marcus woke up, he read one of the many posters plastered throughout the building. He sighed in relief. The Capitol Police had killed several thought criminals during the night.

The halls and rooms of Marcus' 30 story apartment building were wooden and run down. The halls were covered in posters. Other citizens were moving about. Many of them were part of the first work group of the day.

As Marcus moved out of the building and into the street, he saw what he saw every day. Citizens were moving out of each building and boarding buses that would take them to their prospective factories.

Marcus walked toward the state run shop across the street. He noticed the road block only twenty feet away. A Kreigsmarine watched him silently as he walked into the store.

He moved to the counter and spoke, and after an exchange of work quotas, recieved his daily rations. He recieved a small foil package which contained his daily rations in the form of green soylant.

As he walked out of the shop, he was stopped by two Kreigsmarines.

"We would like to speak with you."

The cold and the snow seemed to turn everything grey. The once warm and vibrant city was now cold, grey, and more than anything a ghost town. The people were still there. They were still alive, thier bodies just didn't know it yet. The soul of the city had been drained to grey.

The only colors to be found on the street were the banners of the Supreme State, the posters of the great and golrious Father, the red eyes of the Capital Police,

and a pink dress.

A little girl was wandering the streets alone. A very small girl in a great cold world. Her hair, unwashed, was in pig tails and she bounced as she walked.

The ruins of an abandoned church lay in the distance. The Kraven had no god, but Father. There was no need for the Church, but no real need to destroy it. It just stood there, the worshippers gone, a stone grey shadow of the past.

The girl peeked inside and her eyes opened wide.

A motorcycle.....

She skipped towards it and simple started for a bit. She hadn't seen one before. It had large tires, silver looking pipes, and a great big black bag on it's sides.

She walked away from the bike and started to look around. She looked up and saw a big hole in the roof that was right below a big hole in the floor. She wouldn't have known a shell had landed here. She did however see the book on the alter.

The little girl liked books. She didn't get a chance to read them much anymore though. She picked it up. The book's black leather cover was blank. It's pages had faded to a slight shade of yellow. The top corner was coming apart a little. It stank of gasoline. The little girl turned the page.

May 29th, 2045

Today I begin my exile. I, Vincent Blackhart, have been deemed unfit to be a King's Man. For my crimes, I am sentenced to exile. It seems the Kingdom didn't feel like executing a patriot.

I can't blame them. I don't share thier beliefs. I belive in getting the job done. If somebody is in the wrong place at the wrong time, so be it. If they had seen what I'd seen they would have done it to.

And I was the best. Even the Cheif agreed. King's Men arn't like other men. We don't ride high in the sky and rain death from a distance. We deliver it up close and personal. We get down and dirty. Our swords get bloody.

Too violent they said. Not a noble course of action.

Hell, honor be damned. The @#$` arn't coming back are they now?

This is my last airship ride. Nobody else really uses them. At least I got to keep my gunblade.

Zukariaa']The loud sirens that announced the morning rang throughout the city. It was 6:00 AM and that meant all citizens were to wake up. As Marcus woke up, he read one of the many posters plastered throughout the building. He sighed in relief. The Capitol Police had killed several thought criminals during the night.

The halls and rooms of Marcus' 30 story apartment building were wooden and run down. The halls were covered in posters. Other citizens were moving about. Many of them were part of the first work group of the day.

As Marcus moved out of the building and into the street, he saw what he saw every day. Citizens were moving out of each building and boarding buses that would take them to their prospective factories.

Marcus walked toward the state run shop across the street. He noticed the road block only twenty feet away. A Kreigsmarine watched him silently as he walked into the store.

He moved to the counter and spoke, and after an exchange of work quotas, recieved his daily rations. He recieved a small foil package which contained his daily rations in the form of green soylant.

As he walked out of the shop, he was stopped by two Kreigsmarines.

"We would like to speak with you."

The two Kreigsmarines stood side by side, infront of him, they'd just been in to shop last night, and so had come back, questioning various people, and looking through the logs kept in the Road block...

"Good morning Citizen... we are conducting a series of investigations into a number of missing Ration Quotas... you wouldn't happen to know anyone who has been trying to exchange the quotas for Contraband items do you?"

The Marine paused for a moment, unbuttoning the pocket on his tunic and pulling out a small black note pad...

"and Can I remind you that, aiding The Secret Police can be very beneficial..."

The two Kreigsmarines waited, stood blocking the citizens path, the one accompanying the Corporal, had his rifle slung over his shoulder, and stood quietly waiting for something to happen...

Marcus could see out the door behind them. The snow was falling again. A bus passed by. He could feel a bead of sweat roll down his face, even in the cold draft coming into the shop.

They had found out.

He tried to speak, but he knew that even if he did lie, he would be found out. The Secret Police always found out.

"Uhh.. no, Corporal.. I don't know anything about it.."

He knew he hadn't done a very good job. The Secret Police were amazing, how could he be lieing to them? He was ashamed of himself.

He waited for a reply. His hands nervously shaking.

Arterus Airport

The Killian diplomat had finally touched down in Arterus. The flight was long and tiring, and all he wanted to do was get out and about to stretch. As the small unmarked leerjet was being towed to a special hangar, the diplomat noticed it was snowing outside. The skies were black, and the city seemed very quiet, despite the fact that the man knew went on in Kraven occupied cities.

The leerjet was safely in the hangar now, and a ramp was attached to the side of the plane. The diplomat de-boarded and noticed a jet black limo idling outside probably waiting for him. He waited for his "counter-part diplomat" to approach him. Big things were going to be discussed...

Inside the grey church it is dark save for the light coming through the hole in the roof. The pink girl sits on the front pew reading the black book.

Above her, there are a number of ropes hanging. The ropes look like they've been cut.

The girl turns the page

June 21st, 2045.

"New Lands! New Life! Come to Arterus!"

Or so the pamplet had said. At the time, it seemed as good as place as any. I could have stayed in Texas and lived in Channelview or NewTexas or something, but that didn't seem right. People would recognize my accent, ask me about home. No, Texas didn't seem like the right place.

So, I'm on a boat to Arterus. I'm sure I can find work somewhere. I was always good with a hammer.

Tomorrow is Ami's birthday. It's going to pain me not being able to vist her.

[Here, Several lines are written, then scratched through.]

They should have just killed me. It would have had the same effect.

[Here, spots on the page are discolored. As if stained with tears]

Arterus Airport

The Killian diplomat had finally touched down in Arterus. The flight was long and tiring, and all he wanted to do was get out and about to stretch. As the small unmarked leerjet was being towed to a special hangar, the diplomat noticed it was snowing outside. The skies were black, and the city seemed very quiet, despite the fact that the man knew went on in Kraven occupied cities.

The leerjet was safely in the hangar now, and a ramp was attached to the side of the plane. The diplomat de-boarded and noticed a jet black limo idling outside probably waiting for him. He waited for his "counter-part diplomat" to approach him. Big things were going to be discussed...

(OOC: Congrats on 666 posts!)


An Officer, a Captain approached the air craft, flanked by several Capitol Police, his boots crunched against the concrete of the hangar as did the several troopers behind him...

Once within a reasonable distance of the Ambassador the Captain gave a crisp clean salute, his heels clicked together in giving a distinct sound...

then with an accent that sounded almost german, but with a hint of russian, the Captain began to speak..

"May I be the first to welcome you into the city of Norska..." The Officer spoke while bowing slighlty in respect..

"I trust you had a pleasant flight?"

The Afternoon Broadcast in Norska

Panzer Battalion smashes enemy resistance in Arterus


things were happening as usual in Norska, it was late afternoon and most of the factories were changing rota now, busses filled the street once again as workers poured from the hab centres to begin the night shift...

The shops were closing for the evening as the designated night shift shops were slowly opening...

Kreigsmarines changed shifts, moving from the road blocks to the garrisons to bed down for the night, while throughout the city, the Siren ensuring people were aware that the work rota was changing...

its shrill sound echoed through the city, as people bleary eyed qued for their identity checks...

At the end of the line stood a Reichmarshal and two Capitol Police, their red glowing eyes casting a feint red glow across the person at the front of the line, the Reichmarshal held a torch as he checked the papers...

"This one is clear, move along" he spoke waving the citizen through...

So far, Norska was quiet and everything was running smoothly, no cause for concern... and nothing to see here....

Arterus Airport

"Indeed, I did have a nice flight. Thanks for asking."

Behind the diplomat were five soldiers. They had the appearance of being heavily armed and well trained. In this case appearances were not decieving, as these five men were part of the HKSF, the most elite, and secretive branch of the overall armed forces.

"These men are part of the HailandKill special forces. I hope you do not mind their presence. They are, for the most part, friendly." The diplomat smiled before saying "So where are we headed?"

Arterus Airport

"Indeed, I did have a nice flight. Thanks for asking."

Behind the diplomat were five soldiers. They had the appearance of being heavily armed and well trained. In this case appearances were not decieving, as these five men were part of the HKSF, the most elite, and secretive branch of the overall armed forces.

"These men are part of the HailandKill special forces. I hope you do not mind their presence. They are, for the most part, friendly." The diplomat smiled before saying "So where are we headed?"


"Not at all..." The Captain spoke, looking over the soldiers, despite their apperance, the Captain was sure that his Capitol Police could match the special forces, he was after all, a victim of Kraven Propaganda...

A staff car drove up onto the tarmac of the runway, just outside the planes hanger...

"We will be heading to the Wolfhöhle, it is the area Headquaters, and all military actions in Northern Arterus are conducted there..."

"Please..." The Captain gestured towards the open door of the car...

Zukariaa']Marcus could see out the door behind them. The snow was falling again. A bus passed by. He could feel a bead of sweat roll down his face, even in the cold draft coming into the shop.

They had found out.

He tried to speak, but he knew that even if he did lie, he would be found out. The Secret Police always found out.

"Uhh.. no, Corporal.. I don't know anything about it.."

He knew he hadn't done a very good job. The Secret Police were amazing, how could he be lieing to them? He was ashamed of himself.

He waited for a reply. His hands nervously shaking.


"Alright... thanks for your time..." The kreigsmarine Corporal spoke, writing something down on his note pad...

"You may continue on your way..."


The Corporal turned and left, looking at his note pad, the were certain now that they had enough evidence to nail the thought criminals, on the note pad was written several Citizen numbers, all from the same hab block....

Marcus sighed. Somehow he had gotten away, however foolish such a thought was.

He walked outside and into the gently falling snow. Everything was quiet except for a few footsteps and the speaker that continued to throw out propaganda.

Marcus entered his apartment building, walked through what seemed like a labyrinth, and finally reached his room. He sat down at a small, round, wooden table and sat down the foil package containing his green soylant.

He tore it down the center and began eating. As he did, he read the newspapers. His whole life his mind had been filled with propaganda. He believed every word of it.

He enjoyed the relative silence of his room. Footsteps could be heard going through the halls. He assumed it was another citizens going about the very little business they had outside of the factories.

Zukariaa']Marcus sighed. Somehow he had gotten away, however foolish such a thought was.

He walked outside and into the gently falling snow. Everything was quiet except for a few footsteps and the speaker that continued to throw out propaganda.

Marcus entered his apartment building, walked through what seemed like a labyrinth, and finally reached his room. He sat down at a small, round, wooden table and sat down the foil package containing his green soylant.

He tore it down the center and began eating. As he did, he read the newspapers. His whole life his mind had been filled with propaganda. He believed every word of it.

He enjoyed the relative silence of his room. Footsteps could be heard going through the halls. He assumed it was another citizens going about the very little business they had outside of the factories.


There was a gentle rapping at the door...

"Hello... you home?"

"I got some stuff for you..."


There was a pause and quiet...

"You gunner let me in then?"

He was surprised. After that little run in with the Kreigmarines, he hadn't expected anyone to drop anything off.

He sat up and walked to the door, he opened it, and assuming it was one of his friends, said,"What? Havn't ya' heard about the Kreigsmarines asking around about the quotas? Whad'dya want?"

Zukariaa']He was surprised. After that little run in with the Kreigmarines, he hadn't expected anyone to drop anything off.

He sat up and walked to the door, he opened it, and assuming it was one of his friends, said,"What? Havn't ya' heard about the Kreigsmarines asking around about the quotas? Whad'dya want?"


The man at the door was wearing a dark grey work overalls, his hair was cut short and he bore a bar code under his left eye...

"You spoke to them?"

"What did you say?... did you tell them anything?"

the man seemed a little more than worried...

"they are probably just rumours, I don't think anything will come of it..." the man seemed to dissmiss the possibility of being found out, he was more conerned about getting the stolen ration quotas to his 'customers'

"Yeah, I spoke to them. I was getting my food when they stopped me," Marcus replied, letting the man come in,"They might know about me. I was pretty nervous."

He sat down in his table chair and said,"We can't keep doing this if they're doing this. They'll find out! You know they will!"

Zukariaa']"Yeah, I spoke to them. I was getting my food when they stopped me," Marcus replied, letting the man come in,"They might know about me. I was pretty nervous."

He sat down in his table chair and said,"We can't keep doing this if they're doing this. They'll find out! You know they will!"


"hmmmmm.... here you go..." The man slid over some ration quotas...

"Do you have what I want?" the man was looking around the room, like something was about to happen, since finding out that The Secret Police were aware of the dealings, his nervousness was becoming aparant...

Marcus was surprised,"You want to keep doing this? Are you crazy?"

He slid the quotas back,"I can't do this anymore. They know about it. I recommend that you stop your dealings."

OOC-Kraven, get on MSN.

Zukariaa']Marcus was surprised,"You want to keep doing this? Are you crazy?"

He slid the quotas back,"I can't do this anymore. They know about it. I recommend that you stop your dealings."

OOC-Kraven, get on MSN.

OOC: I can't Yet!!

The man slid them back... "look, please.. Im desperate... I need this.. just one more.... I can handle it man... please.." the man was practicaly begging for the contraband...

"Damn.. alright, here.."

Marcus walked into his room, grabbed a light brown box, and came back.

With a sigh, he said,"This is the last time, alright? I don't want to get on their bad side."

With that, he handed the man the box.

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OOC: Why not?

Arterus Airport

The diplomat entered the limo and behind him entered the five special agents.
The special agents looked cramped in the small limosine with their weapons and ammunition. As the diplomat got settled he said,

"I hear that there is some sort of uprising in the city. We can send these five men to do some of your bidding if you like. They are highly competent, and can operate without support."

Arterus Airport

The diplomat entered the limo and behind him entered the five special agents.
The special agents looked cramped in the small limosine with their weapons and ammunition. As the diplomat got settled he said,

"I hear that there is some sort of uprising in the city. We can send these five men to do some of your bidding if you like. They are highly competent, and can operate without support."

The Captain lacked any form of emotion when the mention of the uprisings was brought to the centre stage so to speak..

"There have been no uprisings, although some rumours circulating The Secret Police is that someone has been stealing ration quotas and exchanging them for Contraband items...though I can assure you... that noose is tightening... if you are sure your soldiers can aid our efforts, I can have them directed to the Secret Police bunker for the area, they would be better at co-ordinating the efforts of your soldiers..." the Captain looked flatly back at the Ambassador, before continueing on a somewhat brighter note...

"Are there any other questions you might have?"

OOC:This might Bite you in the butt someday Nice RP BTW

OOC - Nice. I especially like the characterization of the guy who gets contraband from Marcus as essentially an addict; it's as if, in your society, going against the will of Kraven is a sort of drug...

OOC - Nice. I especially like the characterization of the guy who gets contraband from Marcus as essentially an addict; it's as if, in your society, going against the will of Kraven is a sort of drug...


OOC: Its a drug with an almost 98% mortality rate :cool:

and may I ask... How will this bite me in the butt?

Arterus Airport

"I am sorry to have jumped to conclusions about the problem. Yes, these men would be great with whatever task you have for them, so we can dispatch them on the way." The NSA said.

He continued with,

"Well before we get down to real talks, I figure we should introduce ourselves no? I am Killian National Security Head, Tom Hawhko. I am close to the current president who is dismayed he could not make it personally. Most of the time, the president and I confer on matters of warfare, so I hope I am an ample substitute."

Arterus Airport

"I am sorry to have jumped to conclusions about the problem. Yes, these men would be great with whatever task you have for them, so we can dispatch them on the way." The NSA said.

He continued with,

"Well before we get down to real talks, I figure we should introduce ourselves no? I am Killian National Security Head, Tom Hawhko. I am close to the current president who is dismayed he could not make it personally. Most of the time, the president and I confer on matters of warfare, so I hope I am an ample substitute."


"Of course, I would never slight your ability, obviously on something as big as this, your national leader is going to send his best man... as I'm sure your aware Kraven as a reputation for a very Blunt diplomatic approach..." The Captain paused for a moment as if trying to remember something...

"I think I read somewhere, and I quote... 'Kraven Diplomacy is nothing more than thinly veiled threats and intimidation...' although, I can assure you in this situation, its going to be on more peacefull terms..."

"Oh, I beg your forgivness, I'm Captain Dessius of the 131st Sturmpanzer Battalion"

the Captains uniform was a military grey and sported a red arm band on the left arm, in the centre was the twin hammers of Kraven, and on the lapels of his uniform was a picture of an Eagle carrying two Hammers, the symbol of the 131st Sturmpanzer Battalion... his uniform to put it bluntly, looked remarkably like a world war two Wermacht uniform....

Inside the Limosine

"Ah yes I have heard of Kraven diplomacy. I do hope that we do not have to come under terms through intimidation and threats. Im sure we will be able to get something good out of all this."

The NSA paused,

"Well captain, before we continue, where are we headed?"

OOC: TKC, mind if I make an "Inside a Pythogrian City" version of this? Nice idea you have here.

OOC: TKC, mind if I make an "Inside a Pythogrian City" version of this? Nice idea you have here.


OOC: Sure go for it, theres no reason to stop you

Inside the Limosine

"Ah yes I have heard of Kraven diplomacy. I do hope that we do not have to come under terms through intimidation and threats. Im sure we will be able to get something good out of all this."

The NSA paused,

"Well captain, before we continue, where are we headed?"


The Captain smiled, straightened out his uniform while chuckling to himself..

"No... not at all, this is on much better terms than any of our former Inter....I mean Diplomatic Negotiations..."

"we're headed to the Area Command HQ, The Wolves Den it is known as..."

The staff car passed several Road blocks, but was quickly waved through by the Kreigsmarine guards, the Streets were lined with sand bags, barbed wire lay around the streets and generaly it looked look the place was ready for war, a bombed out house was now home to a very mean looking 120mm ETC flak cannon, manned by Capitol Police, it slowly traced the sky as the crew waited for any stray aircraft to enter Kraven Air Space...

Flags flew from lamp posts and from buildings, the blood red banners against the dark skies and the grey buildings, while people, almost zombies moved around wearing overalls of different colours and each one tattooed and bar coded...

This was a Kraven city from the Inside...

OOC: Sure go for it, theres no reason to stop you

OOC: Done, and thanks.

Inside the Limo

So, the Wolves den is the cities HQ? The NSA asked.

Before he asked the second part of his question he was looking outside the window. The NSA noticed the city was very drab and dark. Capital police were all over the place with their weapons to go at any moment. The place was easily scary, and it seemed as if it was populated with drones rather than human beings..

Inside the Limo

So, the Wolves den is the cities HQ? The NSA asked.

Before he asked the second part of his question he was looking outside the window. The NSA noticed the city was very drab and dark. Capital police were all over the place with their weapons to go at any moment. The place was easily scary, and it seemed as if it was populated with drones rather than human beings..


The Officer was looking outside the car also, he admired the flags, and loud speakers and he enjoyed looking at the propaganada poster...

"When I see things like that, it reminds me of why I do what I do..." he spoke as a poster of a Large Capitol Police trooper stood, with the moon behind him moved past the window as the car slowly made its way through another check point...

"The Wolves den is the Area HQ for not only the City of Norska but also the entire Northern region of Kraven Held Arterus, it is heavily guarded by Centurians and our much Feared, Sardaukar Phase 4's..." the Captain seemed proud as he mentioned the latter of the two infantry types, The Sardaukar had gained a terrorfying reputation at the War in Xirnium and against Automagfreek, but since Kravens rebirth and return to power, they had seen less Combat.... perhaps... the Captain silently wondered... it was time to remind the international Community why it feared the Sardaukar so...

OOC - Sorry to interrupt, but Kraven: TG

Inside the Limo

The NSA listened intently to what the captain was saying.

"Kravenites have alot of pride eh?"

Inside the Limo

The NSA listened intently to what the captain was saying.

"Kravenites have alot of pride eh?"


The Officer smiled.. it was one thing that the Kraven military was guilty of, its Pride, while the Capitol Police had no idea of Pride... the Officers did...

"Yes, very much so... or at least... us Officers do.."

The Staff car arrived, after a fairly long journey through the twisting streets of Norska, the car pulled up outside something that looked like an immense armoured and heavily fortified mansion, the windows were covered in steel bars, and sand bags lined the lawns, Flak cannons stuck from the roof like the spines of a hedgehog, while Capitol Police marched outside in formation, Sardaukar stood in rows along the front of the building, while vast banners hung from the top of the building that extended until they nearly touched the floor...

the Windows had barbed wire wrapped around them, and the roof also sported sand bags and barbed wire, while outside on the lawns stood large watch towers, Capitol Police holding .50cal machine guns...

two Leman Russ battles tanks were parked on one side of the building, their Capitol Police commanders sat in the open copulas looking out to the street infront of the wolves Den...

The Captain got out first and held the door open...

"We are here Ambassador... please if you will follow me, I will take you to the Area Oberstzutland Furhrer..."


He gestured towards the large black, obsidian steel gates that slowly parted, in the centre was the large Eagle of Kraven in its claws it clutched the twin hammers, and as the door opened, the eagle split in the centre, each claw holding its own hammer....

Capitol Police had formed up on either side of the road into building, each one perfect in its parade formation, and not one was out of place, each drill had been perfectly timed and so each trooper was in exactly the right spot to make these soldiers look like the most disiplined soldiers in the world...

It was hard not to be disiplined when you were taught it even before birth and knew nothing else... that was the life of a Capitol Police trooper...

Outside the Wolves Den

The NSA was very impressed by the capitol police and their immaculate formations. A hint of his emotion crept over his face, showing the most in his eyes.

"In HailandKill we try to train even the lowest level of infantry to be the best of the best. You would enjoy meeting our other elite infantries. However, I have seen many armies, but nothing this well disciplined."

The NSA finished with his compliment before saying,

"It seems we are here, should we exit?"

July 21st, 2045

When I arrived in the city, I expected to find work quickly. Unlucky for me, the town I arrived in was quite sleepy. It seemed that a great big gaint man just wasn't the type you hired. It seems I scare people. I'm not in unifrom, I'm not wearing my gunblade. There isn't any reason to fear me. Do I just carry around the stench of death?

Finally, somebody mentions that the local church is looking for a groundskeeper. I figured I'd drop by. I didn't think they would hire me, but Father Artimus seemed very happy to see me. Something that doesn't happen to me often.

He offered to pay me a small sum, after all it was a church. However, I could stay in one of the rooms upstairs. I thought he was being chaitable, and flatly refused. The elderly man laughed and stated that on the contary, my presense would ensure that 'those holigans' wouldn't tear the church apart in the midnight hours.

So now I live in a chruch. The irony. I've killed dozens of people, I'm short tempered, I swear, drink, and smoke, and I live in a chruch. I made it a point to inform the Preist that I'm not exactly 'churchy.' He replied, "Jesus forgives"

Zukariaa']"Damn.. alright, here.."

Marcus walked into his room, grabbed a light brown box, and came back.

With a sigh, he said,"This is the last time, alright? I don't want to get on their bad side."

With that, he handed the man the box.

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OOC: Why not?


"Thanks man... I owe you big style..."

then it happened, a Kraven Gunship had been making its way to the Hab Zone 18, where Marcus and the Thought Criminal were currently residing...

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The Gunship slid its way between the tower blocks, then ignited two huge flood lights that through the window of the apartment, flooded the room with bright incandescent light...

"All Citizens are to place their hands upon their heads and await to be Arrested, All Citizens are ordered to comply..." The Capitol Police pilot spoke, his mechanical voice being projected through a large loud speaker, ensuring that everyone would hear it...

Downstairs, the doors to the Block were forced open as a Capitol Police forced entry team broke down the doors, allowing The Sturmsoldaten Police entered the building, these were the Capitol Police attached directly to the Secret Police, and so bore a red armband with the symbol of the Secret Police, they charged up the stairs and broke down the doors to various rooms, dragging the citizens out onto the landing, and down stairs to the waiting trucks...

Below Marcus's room could be heard heavy jackboots and the screams of many terrified citizens, as the Gunship continued to circle the building, informing them that the building was being secured for the citizens safety and protection from thought criminals, it also kept reminding them that their Co-operation was to be without question...

"Dammit!" he yelled, he grabbed the stolen quotas and shoved them towards the man,"Take them and turn yourself in! They'll be easier on you and I wont get in trouble!"

The Capitol Police were reaching Marcus's hall. Without warning, he pushed the man through his room door and yelled,"Here! Over here! This is the man!"

He was expecting to be rewarded for helping the Secret Police..

The Capitol Police moved towards the man, they could hear the lead Trooper radioing in they had located the Thought Criminal, and were preparing to apprehend them... both...


As the Trooper approached the man, a GPMG rifle butt was brought swiftly to the mans jaw, felling him instantly, his unconcious body hit the wooden floor boards hard, as the rest of the squad forced the door to Marcus's apartment, where he too was felled with a rifle butt, The Room was secured quickly as the troopers stood on guard, the two Thought Criminals had been dragged into the centre where they now lay handcuffed and black bagged..

Black bagged being where a black bag is placed over the persons head, preventing them from seeing or speaking, but being able to hear everything around them...

"We have them both, we are awaiting your orders Reichmarshal..."


A man, wearing a black trench coat and sporting a red arm band with the Twin Hammers of Kraven in the centre walked in the room, his boots making distinct noises against the floor....

he didn't say anything as he slowly walked around the room, looking at the items that the Capitol Police had gathered together.... books, magazines, CD's everything contraband and hidden before Kraven had completely took over...

"Take them away... we'll discuss this further at the Geheimer Befehl..."

there was a distinct click of heels as the Capitol Police in the room came to attention and the two were promptly dragged away...

Marcus slowly regained consciousness. He could feel the wooden floor slowly sliding under him. He could hear the Capitol Police's boots clanking on the ground. He could feel his face burning in pain, screaming at him to do something.

If someone could see his face, they would see a bloodied mouth and nose, a deep cut on the chin, and a chipped tooth. His left eye was bruised and red.

He tried to speak, but couldn't. He couldn't understand why the Secret Police would do something like this. He had helped them capture the smuggler.

Now, he was labled a Thought Criminal.

He was thrown into the back of a truck. He could faintly hear it start up and begin to move before he faded into darkness again.

[OOC: Kraven don't forget my post!]

Outside the Wolves Den

The NSA was very impressed by the capitol police and their immaculate formations. A hint of his emotion crept over his face, showing the most in his eyes.

"In HailandKill we try to train even the lowest level of infantry to be the best of the best. You would enjoy meeting our other elite infantries. However, I have seen many armies, but nothing this well disciplined."

The NSA finished with his compliment before saying,

"It seems we are here, should we exit?"


The group walked along the path towards the great Fortress mansion, the heavy steel blast doors were opened by two Kreigsmarines who stood flanked by two Sardaukar...

"Welcome to the Wolves Den.."

Inside it was a plush interior, the walls were decorated with fine artwork, confiscated from the citizens during Kravens take over, the walls were also adorned with Flags of Kraven, and Kriegsmarine guards wearing jet black uniforms of the Secret Police lined the Corridors as Secret Police officers moved back and forth, carrying documents...

A Reichmarshal was stood at the end of a long Corridor lined with Kreigsmarines, he walked with a proud stride until his black jackboots were only a few feet away from the two..

"Captain, thankyou for bringing the Delegate here, you are now Dismissed..."

the Captain clicked his heels together and brought his fist to his chest while bowing slighlty, he turned to speak to the Killian Delegate..

"Its been a pleasure, and I wish you well.."

The Captain gave a similar salute before turning and leaving, heading back out the door to the staff car that was waiting at the end of the drive...

this was going to be a historical event, the first actual offical Alliance between two nations, where Kraven didn't have alteria motives surrounding the agreements....

The Wolves Den

The NSA said to the captain, "Same to you Captain. I bid you well in any coming wars."

The NSA then looked down at the room. He was visibly impressed by the showmanship of the entire room and so was the special operations detail. The NSA, when finished admiring the room, strode to the Kraven diplomat and offered his hand saying,

"National Security Advisor Thomas Hawhko, pleased to meet you."

The Wolves Den

The NSA said to the captain, "Same to you Captain. I bid you well in any coming wars."

The NSA then looked down at the room. He was visibly impressed by the showmanship of the entire room and so was the special operations detail. The NSA, when finished admiring the room, strode to the Kraven diplomat and offered his hand saying,

"National Security Advisor Thomas Hawhko, pleased to meet you."


The Officer clicked his heels together and bowed in respect, placing a fist against his chest, once bringing himself back to his full height of 5'9" he began to speak, his eyes obscured by his officers cap...

"I am Reichmarshal Diert... " unknown to the Killian Diplomat, this was the Reichmarshal that had overseen the extermination of Jagada and its subsequent harvesting of minerals...

"If you would follow me, I will take you to the conference room..."

The Reichmarshal gestured towards the door at the end of the Corridor...

The group made their way quietly and quickly towards the Conference room, before being stopped by the Reichmarshal...

"If you wait a moment, I will see if 'He' is ready to see you yet..."

Zukariaa']Marcus slowly regained consciousness. He could feel the wooden floor slowly sliding under him. He could hear the Capitol Police's boots clanking on the ground. He could feel his face burning in pain, screaming at him to do something.

If someone could see his face, they would see a bloodied mouth and nose, a deep cut on the chin, and a chipped tooth. His left eye was bruised and red.

He tried to speak, but couldn't. He couldn't understand why the Secret Police would do something like this. He had helped them capture the smuggler.

Now, he was labled a Thought Criminal.

He was thrown into the back of a truck. He could faintly hear it start up and begin to move before he faded into darkness again.


The Truck pulled up outside the Geheimer Befehl.. its powerfull engine cut, as the Capitol Police driver got out, several of the Secret Police troopers dragged the two people roughly from the back of the truck, allowing them to fall heavily onto the ground...

within a few minutes they were being dragged once more, down steps, and into a long corridor, the cold metal floor could easily be felt through the two mens clothes, as now the Quota theif began to whimper his voice muffled by the black bag...

The two were thrown into a seperate cell, it was cold... and empty... the metal walls were uncaring... as the two lay there in each of their cells..

A few rooms down was the interrogation room, where someone from the same hab block was being tortured, the sickening screams filled the corridor as a circular saw worked away on one of the guys limbs, the bone being gently sliced bit by bit as the two Reichmarshal interrogators went to work on the guys body, making sure he was prepared to talk, every so often the blade would strike the bone followed by the grotesque splatter of blood against the wall, or the apron of a Reichmarshal, it was so disgusting and amplified by the metal walls, that all awaiting interrogation could hear it...

OOC: Is this Open-ish, cause i want send someone to visit.

Marcus's head felt like someone had stomped on it repeatedly, and for all he knew, that wasn't very far from the truth. He could hear the screams of pain in the room down the hall. The disgusting sound of spraying blood.

What was happening to him? Why? He had tried to help, he had turned the other man in. The cold floor against his face only made things worse. It made him feel like he could do nothing. He was tied and could not lift himself.

The man in the other cell was moaning. There was the screaming.
The entire place had an air of horror.

Marcus could only wait.

There was a loud crash as a door a few cells down was opened, the heavy boots blatantly gave away the presence of a Capitol Police Trooper as a girl was dragged out by her hair, she screamed and struggled against her bonds as the trooper dragged her out into the corrider, she was dropped to the ground, her head cracking off the floor, dazed she murmurred as the Trooper closed the cell door, the clank of metal against metal rang out across the corridor and into the other cells... as the Trooper jerked her out of her daze as his black gloved hand dragged her off into the Interrogation room..

there were sounds of struggleing followed by something that sounded like a rifle butt striking the back of someones knee, the girl...

she fell to the ground infront of the Reichmarshal interrogators, who promptly picked her up and placed her on the surgeons table...

The two Interrogators gave her a shot to wake her up, a stimulant... her eyes flickered open with two surgeon apron clad officers...

"Do you know why you are here?"

"No..." she murmered...

"Your a thought Criminal..." The first of the Reichmarshals spoke...

the other continued...

"Do you know what that means?"


"Yes..."

"What does it mean... " continued the first...

"I am a Criminal... and I am to die..."

"Correct.." finished the second...

"But before you die... you will hand over all the names of those involved with the Ration Quota theif and his Thought Criminal accomplice..."


"I will do no such thing..." she spoke, her head rolling from side to side in protest...


"You don't have a choice... my pretty..." The first spoke, as both began to laugh a rather sick and twisted laugh...


The second turned around and picked up a set of plyers, and turned back towards the girl... her blouse was torn open by the first, to reveal her chest, the plyers were placed at the top of her chest, just below the flesh, clamping to the base of ther throat...

while the first picked up a surgical saw, and began to calmly cut along the breast bone, the pain was unbearable, and the sickening twisted noises that came from that room were worse than the circular saw, the girl screamed in agony, her nerve endings on fire as the Reichmarshal cut away at the bone...

"You can end this now if you will just tell us the names of the resistance and those that aided the thought Criminals...."

The Scream continued to echo through out the walls of the Bunker... this was the Darker side of Norska... and only a few select people got to see this... Reichmarshals and Thought Criminals.... The Capitol Police saw everything... but they viewed everything with cold indifference.. no care for what sick, depraved things were happening here... they were automons, machines, humans depraved into nothing more than inhuman soldiers.... Puppets of Kraven....

Marcus lay there, trying to cover his ears somehow. Trying to shut his mind off. He could hear everything as it happened.

"Stop! Stop it!" he tried to scream. Whether the noise carried or not didn't matter. He just needed to do something. He began to thrash about, trying to loosen up his binds or somehow get the bag off of his head. The screaming continued,"Please!!! Someone help!!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs. He would have rather been anywhere else. His eyes began to water. What had he done to deserve this?

The man that had gotten him into it all, the theif, sat still and listened.
Marcus settled down once he realized he could do nothing. He was panting and sweating in his bag. He was no longer filled with sorrow, but with anger. He would do anything to kill those men in the interrogation room.

The Officer clicked his heels together and bowed in respect, placing a fist against his chest, once bringing himself back to his full height of 5'9" he began to speak, his eyes obscured by his officers cap...

"I am Reichmarshal Diert... " unknown to the Killian Diplomat, this was the Reichmarshal that had overseen the extermination of Jagada and its subsequent harvesting of minerals...

"If you would follow me, I will take you to the conference room..."

The Reichmarshal gestured towards the door at the end of the Corridor...

The group made their way quietly and quickly towards the Conference room, before being stopped by the Reichmarshal...

"If you wait a moment, I will see if 'He' is ready to see you yet..."

The NSA was abit surprised as he did not expect to be directed to another room. He said to the Kravenite,

"I am sorry for my mistake. I did not expect to be directed to another room. As we are waiting, maybe we could find something for these fellows to do." The NSA paused to indicate that he was talking about the Special Forces agents behind him before continuing, "They are a bit eager to fight something."

OOC: Two small questions - is this interresting and quite damn well written RP still open? If it is, I'd really like to participate somehow. Second question - why don't you ever end your sentences with a normal dot, Kraven? I've wondered that for a long time now :p

The cold winds started to blow, toying with the little girls hair ribbons as she turned the page. Here, the book's pages are particularly stained, as if sweaty hands had written on them.


October 10th, 2045

War is upon the islands of Artemus. The people are here boastful and feel completly confident that they can defeat the invading horde.

So confident that they've stopped all flights out of Artemus so they can ship troops to the front. No need to evacuate the citizens, for thier mighty army and navy will crush the invaders.

Which is complete bullshit.

They are at war with The Kraven Corporation. The Kingdom hates them, but we have yet to go to war with them. We have however, studied them. I've seen the forces this island can produce and quite frankly, I'm not impressed. These guys don't stand a chance.

The Preist and I talked for a long time. I've gotten to be good freinds with him. I told him about Ami and about the Red Men. I told him about my exile here. He keeps telling me to remember that "Vengence is the Lord's." and that I've been forgiven for my sins. It doesn't take the hurt away. So, when he wanted an honest opinion of what was going to happen, I told him. I didn't sugercoat it at all. The Preist now understands and is stockpiling food and water.

I don't think I'm going to fight. I'm not in the hero buisness anymore.

The NSA was abit surprised as he did not expect to be directed to another room. He said to the Kravenite,

"I am sorry for my mistake. I did not expect to be directed to another room. As we are waiting, maybe we could find something for these fellows to do." The NSA paused to indicate that he was talking about the Special Forces agents behind him before continuing, "They are a bit eager to fight something."


The Officer turned... "One moment please..."

The officer entered the room, paused for a moment, nodded several times and turned back towards the Ambassador...

"If your Special Forces would wait outside, I will have an officer send them to the breifing room, where they will be given a mission outline.."

"Now... Ambassador... if you will follow me.. we can begin.."

The room was a huge conference room, in the centre was a massive oak table, in the centre was a huge marble Eagle, its wings out stretched, the chairs were around it, so that the eagle would not obscure the view of the large flat screen monitor at the end of the wall..

this room was plush like the outside, its walls were decorated in further pictures and crimson red drapes hung from the walls, where blood red banners of Kraven adorned the spaces in between...

on the view screen was a red, pixilated face, its inquisitive red, glowing eyes looked around the room with an almost child like curiosity... and as the Officer and the Ambassador from HailandKill entered, its glowing stare fixed itself upon them...

"Good Afternoon, Ambassador... I am Father... The High Command of Kraven..." his voice was mechanical, almost sounding like a Capitol Police trooper, but not quite, the subtle changes in tone and pitch made the distinction quite clear... but yet something was uncanny...

OOC: Two small questions - is this interresting and quite damn well written RP still open? If it is, I'd really like to participate somehow. Second question - why don't you ever end your sentences with a normal dot, Kraven? I've wondered that for a long time now :p


OOC: I don't see why not... its up to you what you play, but no Special Forces, or uber hard Military hero's, just an ordinary citizen, or tourist either from your country, or somewhere else, caught up in the Kraven conflict..

as for the Fullstops, I feel that a single full stop is very final, where as ... is saying, it hasn't ended yet, theres still more to come, I feel three dots open end the post, I dunno, its just my squewed veiw on things...

issues need to be worked out

November 2nd, 2045

The Kraven are approaching. After wiping out most of the Army and Navy, it's only a matter of time before they arrive here. There is a resistance movement forming. They have asked me to join.

I've said no.

For my bit, I've prepared the Church as much as I could. I've boarded up the stain glass windows and placed food in every small nook and hidden place I can find. The Preist is preaching a sermon about faith in God.

There is one man whose real big in town. He's leading the fight. People see him as some sort of hero.

I see him as a dead man walking.

A 707 lands at the airport, on board was lieutenant colonel. He was John Farson, a Special Military Advisor, he was send to check the Kraven military. He cocks his sidearm and waits to leave the plane. He enters the plane's bathroom and adjusts his uniform's tie and bush off and places his cap. The cap was black, making him a Republic Guard officer. Most SMAs were regular officers, but taking the fact this was Kraven territory, they send him.


OOC: You are aware, that your plane would have been shot down, and if some how the plane landed on a military installation, your officer will have been arressted and shot... you made no mention of your arrival... and I don't think Kraven would take kindly to someone arriving to 'Check' our Military... hmmmm... perhaps if you'd TG'ed me, we could have discussed your arrival and reasons for being there...

The Officer turned... "One moment please..."

The officer entered the room, paused for a moment, nodded several times and turned back towards the Ambassador...

"If your Special Forces would wait outside, I will have an officer send them to the breifing room, where they will be given a mission outline.."

"Now... Ambassador... if you will follow me.. we can begin.."

The room was a huge conference room, in the centre was a massive oak table, in the centre was a huge marble Eagle, its wings out stretched, the chairs were around it, so that the eagle would not obscure the view of the large flat screen monitor at the end of the wall..

this room was plush like the outside, its walls were decorated in further pictures and crimson red drapes hung from the walls, where blood red banners of Kraven adorned the spaces in between...

on the view screen was a red, pixilated face, its inquisitive red, glowing eyes looked around the room with an almost child like curiosity... and as the Officer and the Ambassador from HailandKill entered, its glowing stare fixed itself upon them...

"Good Afternoon, Ambassador... I am Father... The High Command of Kraven..." his voice was mechanical, almost sounding like a Capitol Police trooper, but not quite, the subtle changes in tone and pitch made the distinction quite clear... but yet something was uncanny...

Before the NSA walked into the room he tidied himself up to make his dress look immaculate. The NSA also dismissed the Special Forces Agents, and the five men followed the Kravenite officer into the briefing room. As the Agents left, they looked almost happy to be on a mission.

When everything outside the room was taken care of, the NSA entered the conference room. He watched the screen come on with the red face of Father and the NSA felt an odd feeling wash over him....was it pride? Or was it Exhilaration?

When the screen, rather Father, talked to the NSA he responded,

"I am honored to meet you. I have only heard so much, but to meet is a real honor. I am the National Security Advisor to president Revello, and I hope my presence can settle for his absence.

Before the NSA walked into the room he tidied himself up to make his dress look immaculate. The NSA also dismissed the Special Forces Agents, and the five men followed the Kravenite officer into the briefing room. As the Agents left, they looked almost happy to be on a mission.

When everything outside the room was taken care of, the NSA entered the conference room. He watched the screen come on with the red face of Father and the NSA felt an odd feeling wash over him....was it pride? Or was it Exhilaration?

When the screen, rather Father, talked to the NSA he responded,

"I am honored to meet you. I have only heard so much, but to meet is a real honor. I am the National Security Advisor to president Revello, and I hope my presence can settle for his absence.


Father's Computer generated eyes cast a glance over the NSA, looking at his attire, his height, every aspect was scanned with the apperance of an inqusitive child...

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"Of course, Ambassador... in times of war, we are not always masters of our own time..."


Fathers eyes looked around the room once more, always surveying his surroundings, looking at the ambassador again Father spoke...

"Please.. take a seat, we have much to discuss... tell me... what is it your nation wishes to seek from Kraven and The Supreme state?"

Father's Computer generated eyes cast a glance over the NSA, looking at his attire, his height, every aspect was scanned with the apperance of an inqusitive child...

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"Of course, Ambassador... in times of war, we are not always masters of our own time..."


Fathers eyes looked around the room once more, always surveying his surroundings, looking at the ambassador again Father spoke...

"Please.. take a seat, we have much to discuss... tell me... what is it your nation wishes to seek from Kraven and The Supreme state?"

"Well, I am here in what you could call a gesture of good will. My President feels, as well as myself, support you and your country. I think that my President feels that if a nation shouldn't be able to stand up to another nation, it isn't fit to be alone...he and myself are social darwinists to speak. Revello thinks that these nations against you are weak and do not deserve independence...."

"Whatever it be, I think we should contract some sort of "Alliance". HailandKill is a very loyal nation, and together we can reap the benefits of Imperialistic gains, no matter how you look at it."

"Well, I am here in what you could call a gesture of good will. My President feels, as well as myself, support you and your country. I think that my President feels that if a nation shouldn't be able to stand up to another nation, it isn't fit to be alone...he and myself are social darwinists to speak. Revello thinks that these nations against you are weak and do not deserve independence...."

"Whatever it be, I think we should contract some sort of "Alliance". HailandKill is a very loyal nation, and together we can reap the benefits of Imperialistic gains, no matter how you look at it."


Father looked upwards, as though thinking for a moment...

"So you agree that humanity is a destructive force, bound only by its limitations, bound by only its desire to destroy itself and one another in futile endeavours, that ultimately mean nothing, and serve no purpose... so you and your president support Absolute Unification?" Fathers computer generated head, tilited to one side in an inqusitive manner, awaiting the response from the ambassador... but before one could be given, Father's head righted itself and he continued to speak...

"So you agree, that Humanity is a destructive force and for its survival and preservation they need to be unified with one purpose, despite that humanity may need to make several social and political sacrifices that many sycophantic and hypocritial governments are abhorrently detested by, even the meer idea of such an outcome.. but rather they wish to continue this self destructive decline that will in the eventual outcome, destroy humanity and leave nothing but a desolate and dead world.... Something that I can not allow to happen..."

"Do you understand What I am saying Ambassador?... Do you see my Reasoning...? Do you truely see it.. Or like the others before you.... are you blinded by riches and greed... desire and lust... are you another one of the faceless sheep wandering into the great mincer of life... or are you one of the enlightened few... the just and worthy to exist in this Utopia.. this Paradise that I have created for humanity... this Utopia free from crime and hate... free from violence and deprivation... "

Father paused, looking at the Ambassador...

"Tell me... Ambassador... which one are you?"

Father looked upwards, as though thinking for a moment...

"So you agree that humanity is a destructive force, bound only by its limitations, bound by only its desire to destroy itself and one another in futile endeavours, that ultimately mean nothing, and serve no purpose... so you and your president support Absolute Unification?" Fathers computer generated head, tilited to one side in an inqusitive manner, awaiting the response from the ambassador... but before one could be given, Father's head righted itself and he continued to speak...

"So you agree, that Humanity is a destructive force and for its survival and preservation they need to be unified with one purpose, despite that humanity may need to make several social and political sacrifices that many sycophantic and hypocritial governments are abhorrently detested by, even the meer idea of such an outcome.. but rather they wish to continue this self destructive decline that will in the eventual outcome, destroy humanity and leave nothing but a desolate and dead world.... Something that I can not allow to happen..."

"Do you understand What I am saying Ambassador?... Do you see my Reasoning...? Do you truely see it.. Or like the others before you.... are you blinded by riches and greed... desire and lust... are you another one of the faceless sheep wandering into the great mincer of life... or are you one of the enlightened few... the just and worthy to exist in this Utopia.. this Paradise that I have created for humanity... this Utopia free from crime and hate... free from violence and deprivation... "

Father paused, looking at the Ambassador...

"Tell me... Ambassador... which one are you?"

"I agree that humanity is the most destructive thing on this planet. We always seem to take two steps forward and three steps back in terms of everything. I need to ask you something though. I see the Kraven cities and their populace funding the war machine for unification, but what happens when everyone is unified? What does everyone work for? I would like to see everyone unified as well as equally prosperous under one rule. The thought of crime and violence eridicated strikes a fury of righteousness in my heart. I have one qualm though...Who is to say that Kraven wouldn't attempt to "unify" HailandKill?"

"I agree that humanity is the most destructive thing on this planet. We always seem to take two steps forward and three steps back in terms of everything. I need to ask you something though. I see the Kraven cities and their populace funding the war machine for unification, but what happens when everyone is unified? What does everyone work for? I would like to see everyone unified as well as equally prosperous under one rule. The thought of crime and violence eridicated strikes a fury of righteousness in my heart. I have one qualm though...Who is to say that Kraven wouldn't attempt to "unify" HailandKill?"


Fathers inquisitive eyes flickered across the room once again, the various pixels that created is features seemed to move and shift as the generated head moved slighlty in its artificial environment...

"As you can see... many nations are opposed to my New World Order, many nations rally against my forces, seeking to stamp out my "inhuman Abominations" as they call them... or as they are more commonly known... Capitol Police... " father paused, as though choosing his words...

"Society itself will become perfect, one absoulte Unification is complete, and with it needs a perfect police force, uncorruptable, unable to question the morality of orders given, the perfect Soldier... The Perfect Police Force..."

"But, Kraven needs friends outside the Supreme state, those who seek the same ideals and are willing to assist, once the New World Order comes about, they will be given certain... freedoms that other Slave States do not get, you can rest assrured Ambassador... I would rather have HailandKill as an Ally... not a Slave State..."

November 14th, 2045

Judgement Day

The Kraven Forces are just a few miles outside of town now. The night is fast approaching. The Preists are holding candlelight vigils and the whole church is packed with worried worshippers.

The Preist has asked me a favor. I refused to act as the resistance, but I'll do this one job for him. The leader of the resistance has twins. The Preist fears for their lives. They've asked me to whisk them away to a safe place with another family. So, as soon as the sun finishes it's long desent I'll carry them across town. It's going to be a rough night. Already the Kraven Forces are shelling the area.

The Preist has been preaching alot to me as of late. He tells me that Vengence is the Lord's. Vengence is the Lord's.

He is afraid.[

The two Reichmarshals had finished with the girl, her life was expended when they'd used the blow torch to cook her internal organs, although not so internal anymore since they'd cracked open her chest and exposed them to their insidious and devious plans...

"We have the names, they have been confirmed... Bring the Supplier..." The two Secret Police, Capitol Police Troopers clicked their heels together and marched off down the Corridor to Markus's cell...

They threw the door open, letting it smash against the concrete and steel walls, the noise adding to the sensual attack that Markus had been going through for the last 24 hours, although it more than likely felt longer..

The picked him up by his arms and dragged him from his cell, to the Chamber of Horrors where the two interrogators now stood, their white aprons covered in blood, and the feint smell of pork lingering in the air....

The two troopers placed him into the dentists style chair, where he was bound and strapped in place, preventing his movement and making it even more uncomfortable for him...

Markus's torment was truely about to begin...

He still could not see. He tried speaking through the bag,"What is going on? What have I done..?"

He no longer felt enraged, or sad, or anything. He just wanted out. He knew what was about to happen. The stench in the room, the smell of blood. He could feel it. He could smell it. It was disgusting.

There was also the smell of pork. It was odd. It didn't seem right.

He said, lightly,"Please.. make it quick.. I don't have anything to tell you, but I know I wont be able to leave here alive.."

He awaited his fate. Death was in his future, but would it be quick or slow?