NationStates Jolt Archive

In a clandestine Afrikaan political meeting at sun city resort, Johannesburg.

A small contingent of depressed old Afrikaan polical hacks met in Johannesburg to discuss the consequences of the Resignation of President Tutu and the Afrikaans slowly deminishing role in South African affairs.


"Tsalo has resigned" I knew they couldnt hack it.... one lower tier politician stated clearly out of his comfort zone but had to say something in front of his peers.

Another higher ranked politician retorted 'would would you have us do, restore the status quo? they have had their gasps of freedom, They will not relinquish that for anything."

Both mens milidly deriviative supremicist rheotoric was interupted by former president Jack little.

"silence the both of you, When I relinquished white power i never could have imagined the downfall of my own political career so fast, I am now an Anarchronism, something that doesnt belong in this century. "

Little continued.

" i am ostricised from cabinet and my retirement package was quite frankly insulting."

"we need a stronger voice so we dont get overwhelmed by the statistical majority"

the small group of 12 prominent white politicians grumped in unison.

Elsewhere on the resort

by a mere chance Jack little left his former presidential insignia badge in his presidential suite and a Cleaner pocketed it.....

the cleaner wore it proudly a couple of days later down the Johannesburg open air ethnic markets, and he boasted that he pickpocketed the former Afrikaans insignia to various people.

Unfortunaly this got the wrong sort of attention to and before the second day was up the Cleaner was cornerned by a group of Imposing black individuals.

the Cleaner knew by their sheer stance and posure they were the radical right wing Black Liberation Army (who would not stop untill all white blood was shed in South Africa. ) Cursing himself for being so stupid as to wear a white presidents name badge in the centre of Black Johannesburg.

He didnt have time to finish as the presumably charismatic, articulate leader of the group spoke up.

"what would be a fair price for that symbol of the oppression of my brothers?"

before the Cleaner could start to respond he was run through by a military grade army knife.

"I believe the price for you would be a less painful death" the Leader spoke as he twisted the knife in the poor Cleaners stomach.

the cleaner was almost entirely incoherant with pain.

"now where did you get Jack Littles official presidential insignia badge from hmm?"

"If you lie to me I will murder your wife, your daughter, Your son and any other family member after you die, you can be rest assured, you dont fuck with the BLA and live. Well i guess your not going to live much longer anyway....

The cleaner murmured softly. "The sun city resort, room 112..23" please dont ki....."

The Cleaner then died.

the Leader then said.... " jack Little would not leave his insignia behind on purpose , I believe he is still at the Resort."

l"ets move like we got a purpose people... lets kill the bastard"

Unbeknownst to the BLA. Current interim President Jacob de vries arrived at the meeting in a ramshacle toyota with two causally dressed special security agents in tow.

(Jacob a small stout little man and during the regime of the previous Boer republik when he was minister for ethnic educations he resented symbolising the White mans presence in country being small and impotent as he thought hes demunitive stature indicated. )

In these times he felt no different. However as he walked into the "secret Afrikaans emergency conferance" that was ostensibly being held at a 5 star hotel with presidential suite priviledges for all participants.

(This did not affect his Insatible ambitions however and he was jealous that the Nationalist party cacus had chosen Jack Little to lead the republik out of the 1st regime over him by a narrow margin. As they were both prominent members of the reformist element of the party.)

By now it was his turn. as he smiled to himself.

Jacob had an air of smugness as he entered the luxurious conferance room.

Nboya Sashamasa was the name of the Charismatic leader. he promply sent a small group of female "colleagues of the BLA" to do reconnaissance around the resort to see if any signs of the odorous white Afrikaans politician were present.

Their was a brief cacophony of old nationalist party fervour in the conferance room as the current interim president entered the room with a plethora of casually dressed bodyguards (they pretty much stuck to the same smart business like atirre so it was pretty obvious even to the casual eye they were guarding somebody very important.)

"gentlemen" The presdient silenced his captive audience as he sat down at the head seat of the conferance table.

" a week of procrastination, reminising and debauchery is going to accomplish what?"

he said pouring himself a generous glass of whisky without offering a glass to the former presient who was sitting right beside him.

A delapidated van parked opposite the resort in the affuluent White area of Johannesburg. the Leader of the Group of BLA men smiled as he saw a street urchin steal a man hole cover in the middle of White surburbia then for a black BMW to crash its left Wheel into the vacant hole. A tirade of abuse chased the street urchin by the angry White business man untill he saw the van and his tone quickly dissapated as he backed off and waited for the cops.

"this will bring unwanted attention, kill the man, Subtely" he said to an Imposing thuggish black man whos smile betrayed his truley evil facial features at the thought of killing the White fat cat.

The White business man looked dismayed as the car seemed to be complely stuck in the vacant hole.

"sir, can I help you with that?" The 6"7 foot black thug asked.

upon seeing how huge the black man was. the businessmans tone was considerably lower than if the man was his height.

"uhhh yes my good man you can..."

With abit of strain the Thug lifted the cars wheel out of the manhole.

he then said.

"sir i need you to see if the Cars wheel is aligned with the ground.... can you have a look."

The white man was tentative at first but then kneeled down to Inspect the cars wheel.

Then with a sudden kick the Black man sent the white man flying down the open manhole and then dropped the cars wheel back down to stop him coming back up if he survived the fall.

This took all 120 seconds and nobody noticed as the blackmans kick was so swift

He then walked Cocksuredly back to the van where the leader then beckoned the rest of his crew to enter the Resort.

The Subsequent massacre to follow was quick and ruthless.

The van unbelievably drove head on into the foyer which then blew up and destroyed the main entrance and exit point for the resort.

The ambience was viscereal and almost ethereal as The ornate golden elephant facade of the resort was reduced to smouldering ruin with about 50 bystanders and patrons of the resort dead or dying in a coporeal mass in the main foyer.


Just outside the blast radius the BLA men made their move and made great haste moving to the emergency exit about 250 meters adjacent to the destroyed foyer.

The leader made one comment as the men ran to the exit door. "that distraction was for the greater good, Now with the police and other emergency forces distracted we should be in the resort unimpeeded." he smiled sardonically as they reached the entrance door....

[ooc: sic or ic?]

oh sorry its i.c.:)

the sentry BLA terrorist who was still on reconaissance with a high scope military grade binoculars spotted a conspicously governmental looking tranportation helicopter arrive on the helipad on the top of the building.

Pure genius... the terrorist thought to himself..

The explosion was not only meant to devert the attention of any security presence around the resort that would hinder the BLAs plan to get into the resort but it also rooted out the White M.Ps who presumably would be air lifted out by helicopter once their security detail realized the situation was threatening.

the terrorist then murmured on his mobile to the leader in the resort....

"they are on the rooftop awaiting evacuation by helicopter, hurry.. the helicpoter is preparing to land on the helipad as i speak"

"Mr president the main security detail has been isolated down here because of the explosion, About a third died in the Initial blast and the other 2 thirds cannot get up because the main entrances are completely blocked both in and out from inside the resort."

Jacob sighed in exasperation, he was anxiously waiting for the helicopter to land on the helipad as he and his political cohorts made their way up on to the outside of the top story with a mere entourage of 10 bodyguards.

"where are special forces? i will have to consider changing the first part of their illustrious title, if they do not hurry up and get here." Jacob screamed into phone to his assistant who was trapped down the bottom end of the resort.

"sir they have arrived and are in the building as we speak. a platoon of elite commandoes has entered from the maintainance area of the resort and are in the process of procuring your safety by establishing an armed perimeter to stop any terrorists who may of entered the building"

with 5 minutes before the helicopter lands and the news that special forces have arrived and are serching for any potential terrorist in the resort Jacob allowed himself a little respite from his paranoia

The BLA leader was fortunate enough to be entering the very top of the building when he received the call. with only 4 of his comrades beside him as they pushed passed scared patrons stuck on the top floor of the Resort.

Now was do or die time.....

Most likely they would accomplish both in a matter of minutes.

"Second platoon on the fivth floor sir, the perimeter has made a wide sweep of the area but still no sign of the terrorists...."

The sergeant of the second platoon of the Elite presidential Guard reported via com link to base commander Rudolph Meir in the relative safety of his Rooikat Armoured troop carrier at the base of the resort.

"fuck, Keep looking dammit only 3 more to the top floor, post haste sergeant." Meir lost his temper now.

The Seargent duly obeyed with a mandatory "sir"


"going out for a cigarette, take the helm Leutenant, the presidents remainding bodyguard probably has him on the helicopter by now"

with that the base commander walked out of the rooikat angered that possibly a few bodyguards got the job done as opposed to a whole attachment of elite Commandoes which he was leading.


on the Cordoned off Base area was a plethora of no so much menial military personelle as major miltary officials postering for the State Media filming the Ensuring chaos only 25 minutes after the Initial blast.

Meir recognized many of the officials, Pathetic Ramoray the lot of them he thought as he lit a cigerette and leaned causally at the back of the Rooikat out of the way of the Scrutinising Media.

Suddenly a flick of Gunfire was observed on the top floor by a Corporal who maintained a steady watch on the top floor. "Sir come here quickly" he said.

This got a response form atleast half a dozen officials standing in close proximity to the Base vehicle.

Meir knew the corporal meant him and he walked to the look out position.

"what?"

The corporal replied

"gunfire top floor"

Meir grabbed the Binocolars and notice short sporadic bursts of gunfire continue 1 minute after the first burst.

A Brigidier who followed Meir noticed Meirs shocked look and said in an Ice calm voice.

"If the Presidents dead, so is your career" he then looked at Meirs name badge.

"meir..."