Nerotika
05-02-2007, 11:46
Small town in Perm.
"We stand on the edge of a tilted knife, either way we move we will die. Either fall or get cut. So I say let us fall, until this nation is ours we will not rest. If we fall it'll only be revived, broken bones will heal, a deadly gash may not. Comrads, let us die for as martyrs to our beliefe's. Death to this soviet regime, to glory or to our graves!!!.
A large crowd began to hollar and scream out cheers of "Death to the Republic." or "My life for the resistance." This group of people were crowded into a dark, powerless theatre which was lit with tons of candles. Men and women of all ages, sizes, creed and race sat and stood in the audience infront of a large podium where a large man stood with a fist pounded into the podium desk. He looked ragged and old, wearing a military uniform that bore the former Rebel Government's insignia. As his voice finished its echo around the great hall and the crowd began to settle a calm hit the place. One which was too quite, something gave plenty of people in that hall butterflies in the stomach.
A whistle noise shattered the silence and an artillery shell blew apart a piece of the ceiling. As they fell, the building slowly became less and the foundation began to crumble. The crowd screamed in terror and ran for dear life, explosions catching them all off guard at every moment. As the artillary calmed down then eventually stopped the crowd searched for places to hide. Now weaponless they stood no chance as the silence was again shattered by the assortment of RPD's and FN Minimi SPW's. The LMG's ripped through the resistance members bodies like a knife through butter, the cloth they wore would even be singed.
One man began to charge an RPD weilding soviet soldier with a knife. The soldier turned in time to jam his barrel into the gut of the man and fire off a few rounds. The bullets peirced through sending shards of skin, organs and spattering blood out from his back. The man slide forward into the soldiers barrel through the hole the bullets made. Kicking the body off the soldier returned to firing at the retreating weaponless resistance fighters. In all there are seven Soviet soldiers, three weilding RPD's the others holding the brand new Minimi SPW's
"Andrew, get the two under that ruble over there."
"Alright, got 'em, one sec gotta get an aim on 'em Viktor."
"Watch it three are getting away."
"Dont worry guys I got 'em."
"Man, there are so many. I dont think we have enough ammo for them all."
"Its fine, command is gunna send an LRA-02 overflight here just to scout and eliminate the pockets."
"Four making a run for that wall, watch this."
Andrew's gun lit up and sent tracers gliding forward making a line that sprayed down the four fighters, two of which were women.
"If anyone is still alive and wishs to stay that way give up now, we will go easy on you."
"Yeah, listen to him just raise your armes and come out nicly."
The fighters took awhile but slowly one by one they caved in and gave up, they crowded up infront of the seven soldiers.
"Stand back guys, scanning for explosive materials on there persons."
"When did you get that modification Viktor?"
"World Tech. just came out with it for our netbat systems. All it does is scan a living organism for explosive materials or any other object that off sets the heat balance. Explosives can sometimes be recognized and will be labled but i've already heard of some failing, lost a few guys because of it. Remember the incident in Omsk?"
"Yeah, was that what happened. Damn, its a nice system though."
"Yes it is...OK NOW LINE UP AGAINST THIS WALL ALL OF YOU. INSPECTIONS!!!."
"YOU HEARD HIM, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE. LETS GO SHITBAGS."
The crowd, though not enjoying the verbal abuse moved accordingly and lined against the wall. The were then turned to face the small seven man line of LMG's.
"1...5....7....9...13....theres 16 of them."
"Alright, thats fine."
"Now then, what is this movement about?"
The soldier stepped foward to each resistance fighter to ask the question, each time recieving "Death to the soviet Regime.". As he neared the final man he began to ask violantly with a angered tone. The last man glared at Viktor then spat in his face to which he stepped back slammed the butt of his gun across the fighters face then fired three shots, 2 in the chest 1 in the head.
"Now you know how to behave, maybe you'll remember that in the next life. Ok guys, lets go pick 'em out."
"Children automatically sir, we have one this women is holding."
'Please no, she's just a baby."
The women covered her baby and held tight but in the end one of the soldiers took the child and set her inside their Humvee. By now the baby was crying loudly and as the soldier set her down he remarked. "She'll grow up red, a soviet. Better then growing up on this democratical capitalist bullshit."
The men raised their guns and the crowd realized what was happening.
"You may turn if you want. We have ciggerettes as well."
"Who cares, there not worth giving any good treatment to. Let just kill them."
"No, isn't it bad enough we are ordered to kill everyone armed or unarmed. We have killed our fair share of civilians but its looked at as an accident because we pawn them off as resistance fighters. The public is to easily distracted as it is."
"Fine whatever, TURN NOW."
The crowd turned itself, each one of them then reachs out their hands and held their neighbors.
"Aww, how touching. Whatever."
"Ready...aim........FIRE."
The guns lit up the darkenning night time and the clank of shells hitting the cement became a constant as for five long seconds the guns blazed ripping apart the bodies of the 15 men and women. Blood splattered across the wall leaving imprints of the bodies the blood once belonged to, guts streams across the blood soked ground as the blood pooled and dripped down a natural impression. Out of everything one spot stuck out, where that women stood the blood stain that dripped down the all seemed to spell "Love" and a handprint smeared down the where her hand lay current.
"We stand on the edge of a tilted knife, either way we move we will die. Either fall or get cut. So I say let us fall, until this nation is ours we will not rest. If we fall it'll only be revived, broken bones will heal, a deadly gash may not. Comrads, let us die for as martyrs to our beliefe's. Death to this soviet regime, to glory or to our graves!!!.
A large crowd began to hollar and scream out cheers of "Death to the Republic." or "My life for the resistance." This group of people were crowded into a dark, powerless theatre which was lit with tons of candles. Men and women of all ages, sizes, creed and race sat and stood in the audience infront of a large podium where a large man stood with a fist pounded into the podium desk. He looked ragged and old, wearing a military uniform that bore the former Rebel Government's insignia. As his voice finished its echo around the great hall and the crowd began to settle a calm hit the place. One which was too quite, something gave plenty of people in that hall butterflies in the stomach.
A whistle noise shattered the silence and an artillery shell blew apart a piece of the ceiling. As they fell, the building slowly became less and the foundation began to crumble. The crowd screamed in terror and ran for dear life, explosions catching them all off guard at every moment. As the artillary calmed down then eventually stopped the crowd searched for places to hide. Now weaponless they stood no chance as the silence was again shattered by the assortment of RPD's and FN Minimi SPW's. The LMG's ripped through the resistance members bodies like a knife through butter, the cloth they wore would even be singed.
One man began to charge an RPD weilding soviet soldier with a knife. The soldier turned in time to jam his barrel into the gut of the man and fire off a few rounds. The bullets peirced through sending shards of skin, organs and spattering blood out from his back. The man slide forward into the soldiers barrel through the hole the bullets made. Kicking the body off the soldier returned to firing at the retreating weaponless resistance fighters. In all there are seven Soviet soldiers, three weilding RPD's the others holding the brand new Minimi SPW's
"Andrew, get the two under that ruble over there."
"Alright, got 'em, one sec gotta get an aim on 'em Viktor."
"Watch it three are getting away."
"Dont worry guys I got 'em."
"Man, there are so many. I dont think we have enough ammo for them all."
"Its fine, command is gunna send an LRA-02 overflight here just to scout and eliminate the pockets."
"Four making a run for that wall, watch this."
Andrew's gun lit up and sent tracers gliding forward making a line that sprayed down the four fighters, two of which were women.
"If anyone is still alive and wishs to stay that way give up now, we will go easy on you."
"Yeah, listen to him just raise your armes and come out nicly."
The fighters took awhile but slowly one by one they caved in and gave up, they crowded up infront of the seven soldiers.
"Stand back guys, scanning for explosive materials on there persons."
"When did you get that modification Viktor?"
"World Tech. just came out with it for our netbat systems. All it does is scan a living organism for explosive materials or any other object that off sets the heat balance. Explosives can sometimes be recognized and will be labled but i've already heard of some failing, lost a few guys because of it. Remember the incident in Omsk?"
"Yeah, was that what happened. Damn, its a nice system though."
"Yes it is...OK NOW LINE UP AGAINST THIS WALL ALL OF YOU. INSPECTIONS!!!."
"YOU HEARD HIM, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE. LETS GO SHITBAGS."
The crowd, though not enjoying the verbal abuse moved accordingly and lined against the wall. The were then turned to face the small seven man line of LMG's.
"1...5....7....9...13....theres 16 of them."
"Alright, thats fine."
"Now then, what is this movement about?"
The soldier stepped foward to each resistance fighter to ask the question, each time recieving "Death to the soviet Regime.". As he neared the final man he began to ask violantly with a angered tone. The last man glared at Viktor then spat in his face to which he stepped back slammed the butt of his gun across the fighters face then fired three shots, 2 in the chest 1 in the head.
"Now you know how to behave, maybe you'll remember that in the next life. Ok guys, lets go pick 'em out."
"Children automatically sir, we have one this women is holding."
'Please no, she's just a baby."
The women covered her baby and held tight but in the end one of the soldiers took the child and set her inside their Humvee. By now the baby was crying loudly and as the soldier set her down he remarked. "She'll grow up red, a soviet. Better then growing up on this democratical capitalist bullshit."
The men raised their guns and the crowd realized what was happening.
"You may turn if you want. We have ciggerettes as well."
"Who cares, there not worth giving any good treatment to. Let just kill them."
"No, isn't it bad enough we are ordered to kill everyone armed or unarmed. We have killed our fair share of civilians but its looked at as an accident because we pawn them off as resistance fighters. The public is to easily distracted as it is."
"Fine whatever, TURN NOW."
The crowd turned itself, each one of them then reachs out their hands and held their neighbors.
"Aww, how touching. Whatever."
"Ready...aim........FIRE."
The guns lit up the darkenning night time and the clank of shells hitting the cement became a constant as for five long seconds the guns blazed ripping apart the bodies of the 15 men and women. Blood splattered across the wall leaving imprints of the bodies the blood once belonged to, guts streams across the blood soked ground as the blood pooled and dripped down a natural impression. Out of everything one spot stuck out, where that women stood the blood stain that dripped down the all seemed to spell "Love" and a handprint smeared down the where her hand lay current.