Sainyma
05-10-2006, 19:13
OOC: For anyone who remembers me, I'm SAVX. After a long hiatus, I've decided to return to NS. So...hello everyone.
IC:
The Ruined City of Paldrom
Sainama
The two Sainaman rebels took a breather. That was the last of the bodies. Now they just had to light the pyre.
"The war's finally over."
The ragged, ashen-faced rebel who spoke lit a cigarette and took a few quick puffs. The other nodded.
"It should've been over before it started. There's almost nothing left. Ugh, the stench is horrible. I thought I would've gotten used to it by now."
The rebel motioned towards the pile of rotting bodies. Many were blistered and disfigured from the chemicals that the SAVX military had used during its self-destructive war, and all of them still showed the faces of anguish from living a little too long. The smell was barely disguised by the odor of the napalm covering the mound. The cigarette smoker turned away.
"Light it, man. I want to get back to the barracks."
"Ha, you still call it a barracks? It's a small run-down apartment complex that's barely standing, thanks to all those tank shells. But alright, sure."
The other rebel pulled a thermite grenade out of his pocket and pulled the pin. He tossed it at the pile of bodies as the two jogged away. A few seconds later, it burst into bright-white flame. In a brief second, the entire mound was ablaze, pouring thick, black smoke into the dull-gray sky.
A Message to the World
A slender man in a ragged officer uniform steps onto a hastily-erected stage. The camera quality is poor; a home camcorder is the only source of media that the rebels could find in short time. The man is pale with gray hair and sharp features. The bags under his eyes show days without sleep, but his voice is firm and calm.
"Greetings, citizens and leaders of the world. My name is General John Matthias, and I come to you with a plea for assistance. After months and months of brutal civil war, what remains of the former Federation of SAVX has been divided. Representing what remains of the new Socialist Republic of Sainama, I ask for all the survivors that you send us aid. Every one of our cities is destroyed. Millions of lives have been lost. Much of the land is poisoned with the radiation and toxins from the weapons that the SAVX military used to try to keep us under its control. Now that SAVX has destroyed itself, with the combined effort of less fortunate allies that arose from this desperate war, we are free to rebuild ourselves. However, we don't have the means to do so. We have barely enough food, water, shelter, and basic medical supplies to keep our people healthy for more than a couple weeks. We need help cleansing this broken nation of its poisons, and we need help soon."
It almost appears as though General Matthias will shed a tear, but he keeps his composure. His rigid military training had taught him well how to maintain control of his emotions. He takes a deep breath before finishing his short speech.
"Above all, we need friends. Please, help us in this time of need. Thank you."
-General John Matthias
Interim Leader and Representative of Sainama
IC:
The Ruined City of Paldrom
Sainama
The two Sainaman rebels took a breather. That was the last of the bodies. Now they just had to light the pyre.
"The war's finally over."
The ragged, ashen-faced rebel who spoke lit a cigarette and took a few quick puffs. The other nodded.
"It should've been over before it started. There's almost nothing left. Ugh, the stench is horrible. I thought I would've gotten used to it by now."
The rebel motioned towards the pile of rotting bodies. Many were blistered and disfigured from the chemicals that the SAVX military had used during its self-destructive war, and all of them still showed the faces of anguish from living a little too long. The smell was barely disguised by the odor of the napalm covering the mound. The cigarette smoker turned away.
"Light it, man. I want to get back to the barracks."
"Ha, you still call it a barracks? It's a small run-down apartment complex that's barely standing, thanks to all those tank shells. But alright, sure."
The other rebel pulled a thermite grenade out of his pocket and pulled the pin. He tossed it at the pile of bodies as the two jogged away. A few seconds later, it burst into bright-white flame. In a brief second, the entire mound was ablaze, pouring thick, black smoke into the dull-gray sky.
A Message to the World
A slender man in a ragged officer uniform steps onto a hastily-erected stage. The camera quality is poor; a home camcorder is the only source of media that the rebels could find in short time. The man is pale with gray hair and sharp features. The bags under his eyes show days without sleep, but his voice is firm and calm.
"Greetings, citizens and leaders of the world. My name is General John Matthias, and I come to you with a plea for assistance. After months and months of brutal civil war, what remains of the former Federation of SAVX has been divided. Representing what remains of the new Socialist Republic of Sainama, I ask for all the survivors that you send us aid. Every one of our cities is destroyed. Millions of lives have been lost. Much of the land is poisoned with the radiation and toxins from the weapons that the SAVX military used to try to keep us under its control. Now that SAVX has destroyed itself, with the combined effort of less fortunate allies that arose from this desperate war, we are free to rebuild ourselves. However, we don't have the means to do so. We have barely enough food, water, shelter, and basic medical supplies to keep our people healthy for more than a couple weeks. We need help cleansing this broken nation of its poisons, and we need help soon."
It almost appears as though General Matthias will shed a tear, but he keeps his composure. His rigid military training had taught him well how to maintain control of his emotions. He takes a deep breath before finishing his short speech.
"Above all, we need friends. Please, help us in this time of need. Thank you."
-General John Matthias
Interim Leader and Representative of Sainama