Hyperspatial Travel
21-08-2006, 11:01
OOC: Note, that anyone visiting Earth, or perhap spying on Earth, will have reasonable.. reason, to enter this RP. No huge fleets, in fact, no military forces at all. Considering the majority of my fleet is orbiting Earth, anyone getting too close to our.. anything will see a sudden, but sharp contraction of a rather fatal disease we like to call death.
Africa, Provincial Capital Friendship, Midnight
It was a shame, he thought, that they spoke English, or Standard, as it was called. The power of the United States and that of the English colonies in the 20th and 21st centuries was undeniable - English was a language that had been needed to survive. Very few native tongues had survived the battering that the ages had given them, and, indeed, the province which had once been named Zimbabwe had once had a language of its own - he didn't know it, much to his regret.
But he knew what was happening on Australia. The breadbasket of Earth, made so by the massive terraforming device that had slowly but surely made that continent the seat of the world government. That, and the weather was generally nice there, so he guessed the politicians preferred predictable, generally sunny weather to the monsoons of the equator, and the snow of the north.
However, the politicians had been removed. He was the former Provincial Governor - he should know. An EarthGuard lieutentant had replaced him, and had instituted what came close to being martial law. The province was now churning out weapons for a war he knew nothing about. It was hateful, and he intended to do something about it.
He hoisted his personal missile launcher, or PML, as they were termed in military talk, and grimaced. He was out after curfew. Of course, he'd only be given a fine, and a sharp reprimand if he was caught, but, with the missile launcher.. it'd probably be death.
However, he wasn't alone in this endeavour. Sixteen others had joined him, all with some sort of weapon. He was well-prepared for what was going to happen. However, he had to do this part of what he intended alone.
He snuck along a back alley, and sighed as a guard walked past. The man was only militia - an EarthGuard member would've seen him and killed him before he even noticed the man. He was close to the compound in which they held the explosives, generally stuff for construction and the like, nothing nuclear. Of course, that meant, with his rockets - there was going to be one hell of an explosion.
He lined up his launcher with his target- the compound. He smiled, and pulled the trigger. And all hell broke loose. That is, of course, assuming that hell is made of massive fireballs and flying debris.
The sound was immense. "KABOOM" did no justice to it. Anyone near it, as near as he was, would've gone deaf. Of course, that wasn't of much concern to him, as a piece of debris struck him in the head, killing him instantly. But the sound of the exploding compound was a signal. It was a signal for the people he had gathered to incite the people of this province to join their cause.
Provincial Capital Friendship, Governor's Compound, fifty-six minutes later,
The crowd surged up against the gates. What had been imposed on them wasn't much - hardly more than the average first-world country's standard of civil rights in the twenty-first century. Of course, when you're used to near-absolute freedom, it is a lot. They were wielding weapons, mainly rocks, a few pistols. About ten men lay dead around the compound.
The mob wanted revenge for.. well, everything. And they were going to get it, with violence, or, to be exact, extreme violence. It went to prove that even the most culturally advanced, non-violent humans can be pushed too far. And then, of course, instincts kick in. Windows were smashed, people pushed over, guns fired in random directions, a typical mob.
Then again, most typical mobs didn't carry military-grade hardware. This one was an exception. Of course, their 'military-grade hardware' was the guns they'd looted off the dead men, but it was still dangerous.
As they surged at the gates of the compound, pushing insistently to get in.. Another explosion took place. A well-placed missile, fired by a personal missile launcher, decimated the centre of the mob. Nobody could deny that the EarthGuard were rather effective when it came to military expediency. Their public relations suffered because of it, though.
Chunks of gore splattered across the crowd, as they fired weapons, and began their attack...
Governor's Report
- Province Zimbabwe has experienced heavy rioting, our forces are unable to contain them. Request air support and more troops. We have dispersed the main crowds with lethal methods, however, we feel that our initial reaction was too harsh, and is provoking open rebellion. Negotiators also requested.
Governor's Report
- Province Texas has experienced heavy rioting. We are under siege in our own complex. The majority of our troops have failed. Requesting backup.
Governor's Report
- Province H-
The commander threw the report down with disgust. Eight provinces in all but open rebellion, all in the same night. Civilians needed to learn who protected them, and why they needed obedience. He muttered to himself as he signed the paper authorising shipments of gas, along with airborne troops, to all of the provinces...
Africa, Provincial Capital Friendship, Midnight
It was a shame, he thought, that they spoke English, or Standard, as it was called. The power of the United States and that of the English colonies in the 20th and 21st centuries was undeniable - English was a language that had been needed to survive. Very few native tongues had survived the battering that the ages had given them, and, indeed, the province which had once been named Zimbabwe had once had a language of its own - he didn't know it, much to his regret.
But he knew what was happening on Australia. The breadbasket of Earth, made so by the massive terraforming device that had slowly but surely made that continent the seat of the world government. That, and the weather was generally nice there, so he guessed the politicians preferred predictable, generally sunny weather to the monsoons of the equator, and the snow of the north.
However, the politicians had been removed. He was the former Provincial Governor - he should know. An EarthGuard lieutentant had replaced him, and had instituted what came close to being martial law. The province was now churning out weapons for a war he knew nothing about. It was hateful, and he intended to do something about it.
He hoisted his personal missile launcher, or PML, as they were termed in military talk, and grimaced. He was out after curfew. Of course, he'd only be given a fine, and a sharp reprimand if he was caught, but, with the missile launcher.. it'd probably be death.
However, he wasn't alone in this endeavour. Sixteen others had joined him, all with some sort of weapon. He was well-prepared for what was going to happen. However, he had to do this part of what he intended alone.
He snuck along a back alley, and sighed as a guard walked past. The man was only militia - an EarthGuard member would've seen him and killed him before he even noticed the man. He was close to the compound in which they held the explosives, generally stuff for construction and the like, nothing nuclear. Of course, that meant, with his rockets - there was going to be one hell of an explosion.
He lined up his launcher with his target- the compound. He smiled, and pulled the trigger. And all hell broke loose. That is, of course, assuming that hell is made of massive fireballs and flying debris.
The sound was immense. "KABOOM" did no justice to it. Anyone near it, as near as he was, would've gone deaf. Of course, that wasn't of much concern to him, as a piece of debris struck him in the head, killing him instantly. But the sound of the exploding compound was a signal. It was a signal for the people he had gathered to incite the people of this province to join their cause.
Provincial Capital Friendship, Governor's Compound, fifty-six minutes later,
The crowd surged up against the gates. What had been imposed on them wasn't much - hardly more than the average first-world country's standard of civil rights in the twenty-first century. Of course, when you're used to near-absolute freedom, it is a lot. They were wielding weapons, mainly rocks, a few pistols. About ten men lay dead around the compound.
The mob wanted revenge for.. well, everything. And they were going to get it, with violence, or, to be exact, extreme violence. It went to prove that even the most culturally advanced, non-violent humans can be pushed too far. And then, of course, instincts kick in. Windows were smashed, people pushed over, guns fired in random directions, a typical mob.
Then again, most typical mobs didn't carry military-grade hardware. This one was an exception. Of course, their 'military-grade hardware' was the guns they'd looted off the dead men, but it was still dangerous.
As they surged at the gates of the compound, pushing insistently to get in.. Another explosion took place. A well-placed missile, fired by a personal missile launcher, decimated the centre of the mob. Nobody could deny that the EarthGuard were rather effective when it came to military expediency. Their public relations suffered because of it, though.
Chunks of gore splattered across the crowd, as they fired weapons, and began their attack...
Governor's Report
- Province Zimbabwe has experienced heavy rioting, our forces are unable to contain them. Request air support and more troops. We have dispersed the main crowds with lethal methods, however, we feel that our initial reaction was too harsh, and is provoking open rebellion. Negotiators also requested.
Governor's Report
- Province Texas has experienced heavy rioting. We are under siege in our own complex. The majority of our troops have failed. Requesting backup.
Governor's Report
- Province H-
The commander threw the report down with disgust. Eight provinces in all but open rebellion, all in the same night. Civilians needed to learn who protected them, and why they needed obedience. He muttered to himself as he signed the paper authorising shipments of gas, along with airborne troops, to all of the provinces...