[NS]Rethan
14-12-2006, 20:22
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As the video begins to play, the figure of a young man appears. As the final static clears it becomes apparent that he is young, possibly less than 20. He is breathing heavily and his face is covered in blood, seeping from a large gash across his forehead. He pays no attention to the cut and turns to the camera.
"Leaders, citizens, humans, of the international community. I have seen the face of evil.
My name is Jotharr Renc, and I am from the nation of Rethan, yet I am not a citizen. Allow me to explain. For many years now, we have been enslaved by them. We are in greater numbers, accounting for 60% of our nation's population, but we hold no power. We are slaves to their insatiable hunger for power. Who are we? We are not any one particular race. We are not divided by country, colour nor creed. We are simply humans. In Rethan their is no distinction but that we are Human and they are not.
Who are they? They are the embodiment of death. They are the sins of Wrath, Pride and Greed all in one entity. They are mutants, freaks, abominations. They call themselves the Rethast."
An explosion is heard and the screen shakes. Dust falls and lands on the man's wound. He flinches but continues on.
"I cannot say when they were created, nor when they took control. I can only tell you that for as long as I have lived, we have been their slaves. The Humans of Rethan hold no power, have no freedoms. While the Rethast cavort in luxury, never having to do a bit of physical labour besides that which makes them money, we slave away in their factories. We make their food, their homes. We make their funriture, computers and cars. And worst of all, we make the weapons which oppress us.
It is important to note, that while we are Rethan, we are not Rethast. They drill that into us from the moment we are born. We are human, we will always be human. The difference between being Rethan and Rethast is simple to us, but may seem odd to you. The Rethan are the inhabitants of the Militocracy of Rethan. The Rethast are the rulers, the Master Race as they say.
I have seen their Factory-Hives, vast buildings strecthing as far as the eye can see and reaching up to the clouds. It is here we make their weapons and luxuries. Every human is forced to work as soon as they are able. If they are too young or weak for the Factories, they work on the Agri-Complexes, harvesting grain and food for our cruel masters. If we even try to quench our thirst or satisfy our hunger we are shot. Those too young for even the Agri-Complexes are simply left alone until they are. It is the small bit of peace we all experience, and which is destroyed when we are three years old.
Worst of all, I have seen their BioReactors. Huge cavernous underground networks of towers where those too weak, old or sick to work in the factories or farms are sent. Wires and plugs pierce their bodies, millions of humans leaching their very life essence to power the Factories and cities above the surface. And what is truly terrible....they believe painkillers dull the power output. The tunnels are constantly filled with screams of agony as the few people yet with enough strength struggle, unable to tear out the wires lest they bleed to death. When they are spent and are of no more use, they are simply thrown into unmarked mass graves along with millions of others. Every worker above the surface knows someone in the Reactors."
The young man shudders, a tear rolling down his cheek. His face contorts as he fights back a memory he'd rather forget. The screams of a young girl echo in his mind before he forces the thoughts away
"Their armies are marching. Every day the sound of a thousand thousands jackboots echoes along our streets. The soldiers march, only stopping when some poor human child runs out onto the street to reach her mother and brother on the other side."
Again he lets a tear roll....More screams....
"They stop and laugh as the child freezes in terror. They lose control of themselves in hysteria as their Majorkindral steps up to her to help her across, a smile decorating her face even as her mother starts pleading with the black garbed soldier. They roll on the ground laughing in hysterics as the Majorkindral's boot smashes onto the girls foot and his pistol breaks her jaw. He gives the order, saying:
'One more for the Reactors I think!'"
He pauses as gunfire is heard, muffled by metal doors and thick layers of dirt and concrete.
"But now my time grows short. Here we tried to fight for freedom. As the only one who knew how to operate a vid-com, I was told to send this message. Our small underground bunker network is been overrun by their latest horror. The Genetically enhanced Stormkorp. Normal Rethast have twice the muscle density of humans, and 1.5 times the brain capacity. The Stormtroopers have three times all that again.
And now they come for me. I must end this and go to fight with my brothers in arms. I will not let them take me back to the Factories. Nor will I allow myself to become part of their hideous power supply. I'd rather die than...."
The screen shakes violently as dust and rubble explode from the side of the screen, engulfing the young man. For a moment all that can be seen is the whiteness of the smoke and dust. Then two glowing orange eyes. Then the video cuts out.
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As the video begins to play, the figure of a young man appears. As the final static clears it becomes apparent that he is young, possibly less than 20. He is breathing heavily and his face is covered in blood, seeping from a large gash across his forehead. He pays no attention to the cut and turns to the camera.
"Leaders, citizens, humans, of the international community. I have seen the face of evil.
My name is Jotharr Renc, and I am from the nation of Rethan, yet I am not a citizen. Allow me to explain. For many years now, we have been enslaved by them. We are in greater numbers, accounting for 60% of our nation's population, but we hold no power. We are slaves to their insatiable hunger for power. Who are we? We are not any one particular race. We are not divided by country, colour nor creed. We are simply humans. In Rethan their is no distinction but that we are Human and they are not.
Who are they? They are the embodiment of death. They are the sins of Wrath, Pride and Greed all in one entity. They are mutants, freaks, abominations. They call themselves the Rethast."
An explosion is heard and the screen shakes. Dust falls and lands on the man's wound. He flinches but continues on.
"I cannot say when they were created, nor when they took control. I can only tell you that for as long as I have lived, we have been their slaves. The Humans of Rethan hold no power, have no freedoms. While the Rethast cavort in luxury, never having to do a bit of physical labour besides that which makes them money, we slave away in their factories. We make their food, their homes. We make their funriture, computers and cars. And worst of all, we make the weapons which oppress us.
It is important to note, that while we are Rethan, we are not Rethast. They drill that into us from the moment we are born. We are human, we will always be human. The difference between being Rethan and Rethast is simple to us, but may seem odd to you. The Rethan are the inhabitants of the Militocracy of Rethan. The Rethast are the rulers, the Master Race as they say.
I have seen their Factory-Hives, vast buildings strecthing as far as the eye can see and reaching up to the clouds. It is here we make their weapons and luxuries. Every human is forced to work as soon as they are able. If they are too young or weak for the Factories, they work on the Agri-Complexes, harvesting grain and food for our cruel masters. If we even try to quench our thirst or satisfy our hunger we are shot. Those too young for even the Agri-Complexes are simply left alone until they are. It is the small bit of peace we all experience, and which is destroyed when we are three years old.
Worst of all, I have seen their BioReactors. Huge cavernous underground networks of towers where those too weak, old or sick to work in the factories or farms are sent. Wires and plugs pierce their bodies, millions of humans leaching their very life essence to power the Factories and cities above the surface. And what is truly terrible....they believe painkillers dull the power output. The tunnels are constantly filled with screams of agony as the few people yet with enough strength struggle, unable to tear out the wires lest they bleed to death. When they are spent and are of no more use, they are simply thrown into unmarked mass graves along with millions of others. Every worker above the surface knows someone in the Reactors."
The young man shudders, a tear rolling down his cheek. His face contorts as he fights back a memory he'd rather forget. The screams of a young girl echo in his mind before he forces the thoughts away
"Their armies are marching. Every day the sound of a thousand thousands jackboots echoes along our streets. The soldiers march, only stopping when some poor human child runs out onto the street to reach her mother and brother on the other side."
Again he lets a tear roll....More screams....
"They stop and laugh as the child freezes in terror. They lose control of themselves in hysteria as their Majorkindral steps up to her to help her across, a smile decorating her face even as her mother starts pleading with the black garbed soldier. They roll on the ground laughing in hysterics as the Majorkindral's boot smashes onto the girls foot and his pistol breaks her jaw. He gives the order, saying:
'One more for the Reactors I think!'"
He pauses as gunfire is heard, muffled by metal doors and thick layers of dirt and concrete.
"But now my time grows short. Here we tried to fight for freedom. As the only one who knew how to operate a vid-com, I was told to send this message. Our small underground bunker network is been overrun by their latest horror. The Genetically enhanced Stormkorp. Normal Rethast have twice the muscle density of humans, and 1.5 times the brain capacity. The Stormtroopers have three times all that again.
And now they come for me. I must end this and go to fight with my brothers in arms. I will not let them take me back to the Factories. Nor will I allow myself to become part of their hideous power supply. I'd rather die than...."
The screen shakes violently as dust and rubble explode from the side of the screen, engulfing the young man. For a moment all that can be seen is the whiteness of the smoke and dust. Then two glowing orange eyes. Then the video cuts out.
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