San Ricoza
18-11-2006, 09:12
Juanito stared at the crops, all the miles and miles of them. So much to pick. So many blisters. So much tiresome effort every day, all for the low pay of 5 pesos a day. Fuck it, he thought.
It was night - cool, dark, and damp. At least it was better than working out in the blazing hot sun. He wiped the sweat from his brows and carried on, picking squash after squash, wrenching them from their stems. After filling yet another crate, he sighed. The boss never let you off the hook unless you filled 50 crates, and he had come to work late becase of his sick daughter. He had also missed lunch hour, his only eating time during the midday because his family was poor. They practically lived off welfare. The welfare check was the one thing they could be grateful to see in the mail every week. Everything else - just junk, junk, junk.
He stubbed his toe. He swore. Then he stopped. Something moved in the forest bordering the farm. He bit his lip and dropped to the ground, raising his head only to see.
A group of soldiers in uniform scrambled out of the forest. They aimed their guns all around, searching for a target. Juanito laid his head down.
A soldier, most likely the leader of the squad turned to the forest and gave the OK signal. A private emerged from the cover of the trees, followed by what Juanito counted to be at least 40 others. They were flanked by a group of armoured troopers, who followed them through the squash field and in the direction of the street.
There was a noise. An SUV was coming down the street. The soldiers blocked the road. The SUV slowed to a stop at the barricade. A man jumped out, followed by his wife and their child. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked. "Is this a war zo-"
An armoured trooper raised his rifle to the man's head and pulled the trigger. There was a sound of thunder, followed by two more as the other privates killed the woman and child, shooting them in the chest. Juanito was sickened and horrified. Troopers, killing innocent civilians? He stayed down as a group of privates and the armoured soldier who had shot the man stripped his pants off and fished his wallet out of his pocket. Then they stripped the wife, taking her wallet and emptying her purse of valuables. Then the soldiers continued their march. Juanito watched them head off into the night, then stood up when he could no longer hear the sound of their boots.
Suddenly there was a rumble in the forest. Juanito turned around, shocked, to see lights pointed directly at him. Ten tanks emerged from the forest, followed by fourteen army lorries. Soldiers hopped out of them.
His last thoughts were of his wife and daughter. He slumped to the ground, blood draining out of the crater in his head.
---
Several miles away, one hour later
Three tanks blasted through the concrete wall surrounding the Nuevo Ensenada military installation. The lorries drove through the hole, dropping off regiments of troops along the way. They shot mercilessly at anything that moved, and as the tanks stormed through last, they picked off soldier after soldier who emerged from the base.
Within minutes, the group had infiltrated the base and called in for reinforcements. They would arrive soon: Tanks, lorries, troops. The Rebellion had no fighters and such - yet. But it would only be a matter of time. Once they had control of enough bases, they would be in a strategic position to crush the Republic.
Commander Perez grinned. The war for justice had begun. Justice for the sins of the impure. Yes, they would pay. They would stand no more of the godless democracy that had been imposed on them. The time had come - the time for the pure to rule the Earth, and the sinners to be crushed under their feet.
He thought of the farmer they'd shot. He dismissed the thought quickly. By the time they discovered him, they would have the Capital.
Two days later
The San Ricozan president stepped out of his office. It was a bright, beautiful day. The sun was rising over the hillsides surrounding Rodriguez Bay and the Capital, Los Conquistadores.
As the president sat down in his chair and sipped a cup of cold water, a formation of shapes became visible in the distance. They approached the Capital with alarming speed, and it became clear that the city was their target. The president scrambled back into his mansion, shouting, pounding on doors. Then he opened the doors.
He was face-to-face with a uniformed soldier, of the same variety that Juanito had encountered, unbeknownst to him. He held the gun up the the president's head and fired. Blood and brains spiled out. A few dazed officials had just come out of their rooms, dressed in bathrobes and other nightware. The soldiers shot them as well, then moved on to search the mansion, killing anyone they found on-site. Finally, when every official was dead and stripped, some mutilated, they entered the communications room of the mansion and used it to broadcast a powerful signal on all channels. People were just waking up, and this news would make for an interesting start to their day.
When the soldiers and techs had finished readying the broadcast equipment, another man walked in. The man, named Santiago, but more well-known simply as the General, signaled his troops to form behind him as a tech rolled the camera. "People of San Ricoza," he began, "this is the day justice will be administered.
"Your leader is dead. He has been sent to Purgatory, from where he will be sent down to the fires of hell for imposing ungodly democracy on this nation. No longer will we tolerate injustice! The sinners will pay dearly for their wrongs. The Jews, the Muslims, the Buddhists, all the scum will burn in the fiery depths of the underworld. The impure will be purged from this earth to leave only the pure, who will die and go to Heaven!"
OOC: I'm playing this as though I have a fairly sizable nation, perhaps 20 million pop for now, with a country roughly the size of New York, so that ought to give an idea.
It was night - cool, dark, and damp. At least it was better than working out in the blazing hot sun. He wiped the sweat from his brows and carried on, picking squash after squash, wrenching them from their stems. After filling yet another crate, he sighed. The boss never let you off the hook unless you filled 50 crates, and he had come to work late becase of his sick daughter. He had also missed lunch hour, his only eating time during the midday because his family was poor. They practically lived off welfare. The welfare check was the one thing they could be grateful to see in the mail every week. Everything else - just junk, junk, junk.
He stubbed his toe. He swore. Then he stopped. Something moved in the forest bordering the farm. He bit his lip and dropped to the ground, raising his head only to see.
A group of soldiers in uniform scrambled out of the forest. They aimed their guns all around, searching for a target. Juanito laid his head down.
A soldier, most likely the leader of the squad turned to the forest and gave the OK signal. A private emerged from the cover of the trees, followed by what Juanito counted to be at least 40 others. They were flanked by a group of armoured troopers, who followed them through the squash field and in the direction of the street.
There was a noise. An SUV was coming down the street. The soldiers blocked the road. The SUV slowed to a stop at the barricade. A man jumped out, followed by his wife and their child. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked. "Is this a war zo-"
An armoured trooper raised his rifle to the man's head and pulled the trigger. There was a sound of thunder, followed by two more as the other privates killed the woman and child, shooting them in the chest. Juanito was sickened and horrified. Troopers, killing innocent civilians? He stayed down as a group of privates and the armoured soldier who had shot the man stripped his pants off and fished his wallet out of his pocket. Then they stripped the wife, taking her wallet and emptying her purse of valuables. Then the soldiers continued their march. Juanito watched them head off into the night, then stood up when he could no longer hear the sound of their boots.
Suddenly there was a rumble in the forest. Juanito turned around, shocked, to see lights pointed directly at him. Ten tanks emerged from the forest, followed by fourteen army lorries. Soldiers hopped out of them.
His last thoughts were of his wife and daughter. He slumped to the ground, blood draining out of the crater in his head.
---
Several miles away, one hour later
Three tanks blasted through the concrete wall surrounding the Nuevo Ensenada military installation. The lorries drove through the hole, dropping off regiments of troops along the way. They shot mercilessly at anything that moved, and as the tanks stormed through last, they picked off soldier after soldier who emerged from the base.
Within minutes, the group had infiltrated the base and called in for reinforcements. They would arrive soon: Tanks, lorries, troops. The Rebellion had no fighters and such - yet. But it would only be a matter of time. Once they had control of enough bases, they would be in a strategic position to crush the Republic.
Commander Perez grinned. The war for justice had begun. Justice for the sins of the impure. Yes, they would pay. They would stand no more of the godless democracy that had been imposed on them. The time had come - the time for the pure to rule the Earth, and the sinners to be crushed under their feet.
He thought of the farmer they'd shot. He dismissed the thought quickly. By the time they discovered him, they would have the Capital.
Two days later
The San Ricozan president stepped out of his office. It was a bright, beautiful day. The sun was rising over the hillsides surrounding Rodriguez Bay and the Capital, Los Conquistadores.
As the president sat down in his chair and sipped a cup of cold water, a formation of shapes became visible in the distance. They approached the Capital with alarming speed, and it became clear that the city was their target. The president scrambled back into his mansion, shouting, pounding on doors. Then he opened the doors.
He was face-to-face with a uniformed soldier, of the same variety that Juanito had encountered, unbeknownst to him. He held the gun up the the president's head and fired. Blood and brains spiled out. A few dazed officials had just come out of their rooms, dressed in bathrobes and other nightware. The soldiers shot them as well, then moved on to search the mansion, killing anyone they found on-site. Finally, when every official was dead and stripped, some mutilated, they entered the communications room of the mansion and used it to broadcast a powerful signal on all channels. People were just waking up, and this news would make for an interesting start to their day.
When the soldiers and techs had finished readying the broadcast equipment, another man walked in. The man, named Santiago, but more well-known simply as the General, signaled his troops to form behind him as a tech rolled the camera. "People of San Ricoza," he began, "this is the day justice will be administered.
"Your leader is dead. He has been sent to Purgatory, from where he will be sent down to the fires of hell for imposing ungodly democracy on this nation. No longer will we tolerate injustice! The sinners will pay dearly for their wrongs. The Jews, the Muslims, the Buddhists, all the scum will burn in the fiery depths of the underworld. The impure will be purged from this earth to leave only the pure, who will die and go to Heaven!"
OOC: I'm playing this as though I have a fairly sizable nation, perhaps 20 million pop for now, with a country roughly the size of New York, so that ought to give an idea.