Sigma Octavus
26-05-2007, 05:38
Snowlander roared in fury as he read the most recent reports. The war in Perina had actually reached his beloved city of Thresh, there was fighting in the streets. This civil war had gone on too long, he should have sent assassins after the bitch long ago. Ellison Chaknov. Daughter of Sigma Octavus' founder, Hermili Chaknov. Fucking bitch.
He threw his entire desk, sending the ancient wooden masterpiece smashing through the window, plummeting hundreds of feet from the Ebony Tower, smashing into the street far below. The violent winds cut into the room, throwing papers everywhere, creating a tornado of paper and sand. Snowlander stormed from the office, smashing the door into an approaching intern, sending her to the floor in a pile. He stalked past her, unnoticing, fuming, enraged.
He bellowed at the top of his lungs when he reached the elevator, "JACOB! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!" Before the elevator had arrived, his personnal weapon, Jacob Kane, was at his side. Towering over Snowlander, Jacob's gaunt form had always inspired fear in all those around him. His history as a mass murderer didn't help either. Jacob's gravelly voice came from behind the curtain of black hair,"Yeah......boss?"
"I need you to find Brigand and get all the generals in charge of rebel warfare to my secondary office within the hour. I don't fuckin' care how, threaten them if needed, just get them there." Snowlanders reflective sunglasse had slid down his nose, and his eyes scared the hardened murderer. Normally, Jacob would never do a secretaries job, but he wasn't going to argue with Snowlander in that mood.
Jacob dissapeared and the elevator arrived. Snowlander entered and opened a locked panel. He took a keycard out of his pocket and inserted it into the slot and pressed his thumb onto the bio-recognition pad. A light blinked green and the elevator began it's long decent into the depths of the building. He spent the time down taking his anger out on the wood panelling inside the elevator.
Once he reached the bottom floor, some fourty stories beneath the surface, he had worked out most of his rage. His fists dripped blood on the expensive carpet and coated the inside of the now ruined elevator. An aid was already rushing to him with a medical kit, cleaning his hands as he walked and wrapping them in gauze. The aid went unthanked, and was dismissed as Snowlander reached the massive vault door to his secondary office. Standing outside it was Jacob. Snowlander had no idea how Jacob had gotten here before himself, but knew Jacob had his ways of getting into places.
"Sir, everyone you asked for is on their way."
Snowlander nodded as he opened the massive vault door, leaving it open and walking inside. Inside was a massive war room, leather chairs surrounding a giant table loaded with the best Sigman equipment ever made. He sat down at his seat and pulled a laptop towards him. He started typing furiously on it.
Slowly, his generals entered, Brigan being the first. Mercy followed shortly, then Paniri and Makarov. Once they had all arrived, they took their seats and Jacob closed the door behind them. They each picked up their laptops and looked at what was on the screen. All of it was up to date info on Perina, Ellison Chaknov and the Rebels.
"I've fucking had it with this conflict. These people refuse to let go of the old ways, they refuse to go forward. We can't just try and destroy them on their terms, we need to initiate Breaking Fears."
The generals sitting at the table all went wide eyed and stared at their leader. What he was asking was a taboo to any Sigman. A nuclear strike. Large sections of the nation were still hot from Ardan nuclear weapons, even after all these years. Nukes were the only thing that a Sigman would fear more than death.
"Gen....General.....you can't be serious." Paniri, the daughter of an old Sigman war hero, had been close to Ellison Chaknov, but her skills as a general and loyalty to the people of her nation had kept her at Snowlander's side. She had seen firsthand the destructive force of nuclear weapons, when they had been used on Allanean soil, long ago.
"I am serious, Emma. We've got to take out this cancer now, before it can spread further." Paniri stood at the table and drew her weapon, pointing it at Snowlander. Instantly, Jacob was behind her, one hand holding the her gun hand high above her, the other, his prosthetic, at her throat, a long blade snapping into place. The blade gleamed in the bright lighting of the room, flashing the light into her eyes. She froze, tears of rage and fear in her eyes. The man who had nearly killed the father of her child, who had killed thousands of people for far less offences, had a blade to her throat. "Simply say the word and I'll lop off her pretty little head."
Snowlander shook his head. "Emma, I had always hoped you'd finally come around and see things my way. Guess not. Don't kill her yet Jacob, just take her to the MPs. I'll let you decide her fate." Paniri screamed obsenities at him as Jacob hauled her over the chair towards the door, the blade sliding back into his arm. With a tap, he knocked her unconscious and threw her over his shoulder. "I can have some fun, right?" Snowlander nodded and Jacob opened the vault door and left, walking past the MPs stationed outside.
"Back to the matter at hand. Brigand, I want you to organize the tactical withdrawal of all troops to a safe distance of the city. Mercy, overse the weapon deplyoment. Both of you only use runners and direct communication, I don't want this leaking to those fuckers in that city. Makarov, I want you and your ENTIRE force to take the fight to the towns of Eriksville, Hightower and Drey. Kill every man, woman and child. They've been supplying Perina with fresh troops for years now, it needs to end. I will announce that all this shit is ending, that we are coming back to our rightful place in this fucked up world. Amongst our brothers in Gholgoth, were we have the power to do great things, but never sieze the oppurtunities. That is all. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
The generals all stood and saluted, then left.
The next day, the rebels in the city of Perina, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, were taking the lack of artillery fire and SOMI incursions as a sign to take a quick break. They'd spent the last couple of years fighting for this city, trying to eventually unseat Snowlander and his bloodthirsty wardogs.
The city almost reverted to it's previous state, one of peace and tranquility. To a time before Hermili's tragic death at the hands of his son, and the nation's spiral into chaos. Children played in the streets, free for a few hours to leave their shelters and put down their arms. For one day,women lay down their arms and did household chores, watched the children, and many took the chance to get re-acquainted with their husbands and lovers. Men put down their weapons, for what seemed the first time in years, and had fun in whatever way they could.
A far distance from the city, deep within one of the many red zones left in the great desert, an antennae sticking up from the desert sands began recieving a signal. The automated systems underneath, never before to see use, flared to life and began the loading of a missile from the underground base's massive stockpile. The called for weapon was nowhere near the most destructive in stock, but one that would level fifteen miles of land with minimum fallout. The missile moved along deep trackways, elevators and finally into a launch bay.
The sand above the base, undisturbed for so long save for from the wind, shifted and moved as a metal structure telescoped upwards, clearing the sands by dozens of feet. Atop the structure, a hatch opened, revealing the weapon within to the sky for the first time in it's uncalled-for life. The weapon steamed and hissed, almost anxious to finally be able to fulfill it's destiny.
With a roar, the missile's boosters flared and burst into life, pushing the missile into the sky. It's black and red paint made it a stain on the bright blue sky, a trail of smoke leading back to what was once again a dune in the sand.
The missile's arrival at the city was heralded by the roar coming from it's engines. Thousands strained their necks, looking for what was causing the noise. Nearly half a million people picked up their weapons, preparing for yet another attack from their longtime foes. But they never had a chance to fire.
In an instant, 450,000 lives were burned out by nuclear fire. Children vaporised as they played soccer, women turned to ash as they ran to shoo the children back inside, men gripping assault rifles were blasted into fleeting shadows.
A mushroom cloud once again rose above the Sigman sands, vacant in the nation for so many years.
And a man smiled from behind his newly replaced desk, watching the destruction through a freshly replaced window.
The next day, amidst confusion and chaos amongst the people of Sigma Octavus, Snowlander set up a press conference. He stepped yet again up to the podium, having done it so many times before, and began to speak. "Yesterday, my beloved nation experienced once again the horror of nuclear warfare. This, unfortunately, was a necessary measure to remove a cancer from this nation."
A collective gasp came from the crowd of reporters, none of them had expected the government would blatantly admit to nuking their own people.
"The nuclear weapon was used against the rebel city of Perina, a place harboring hundreds of thousands enemies of the state. Our war with them has gone on too long, cost too many lives, held our nation back from greatness for too long!" He slammed his fist into the podium, his temper flaring. "I will no longer sit idly by while those who still support the renegade Chaknov and her band attack us, attempting to place her once again as head of state."
He pointed at the cameras. "You rebel fuckers out there. Do you even know where your beloved whore of a leader is? I do. She's been hiding in Automagfreek for years. She's never come back, and she never will. She doesn't care about you. She abandoned you. Give the fuck up. There doesn't need to be any more bloodshed in the name of one who abandoned her people in it's time of need. She was too much the coward to take her brother's place when she murdered him after his reclaimation of his position as his father's heir. I took his place, to ward off chaos and panic in the nation. I have lead this nation to internal greatness, a beacon of light in the hopelessness and filth that is this world."
"I hereby am placing a bounty of ten thousand sigs on the head of anyone harboring thoughts of support for Ellison Chaknov. For Ellison Chaknov's immediate group of supporters, Dominic Wrathe, Drake Varen, Jenna Paniri and Caim Chaknov, I am placing a five million sig bounty. I am not placing a bounty on Ellison Chaknov, as any attempt on her would possibly draw us into war with Damien, which I would never wish on my people. Hopefully knowing that she has caused the deaths of so many will bring her to turn herself in."
He turned and stalked away from the microphone, leaving the room in shock.
The broadcast was live, and made it's way into international channels almost instantly.
He threw his entire desk, sending the ancient wooden masterpiece smashing through the window, plummeting hundreds of feet from the Ebony Tower, smashing into the street far below. The violent winds cut into the room, throwing papers everywhere, creating a tornado of paper and sand. Snowlander stormed from the office, smashing the door into an approaching intern, sending her to the floor in a pile. He stalked past her, unnoticing, fuming, enraged.
He bellowed at the top of his lungs when he reached the elevator, "JACOB! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!" Before the elevator had arrived, his personnal weapon, Jacob Kane, was at his side. Towering over Snowlander, Jacob's gaunt form had always inspired fear in all those around him. His history as a mass murderer didn't help either. Jacob's gravelly voice came from behind the curtain of black hair,"Yeah......boss?"
"I need you to find Brigand and get all the generals in charge of rebel warfare to my secondary office within the hour. I don't fuckin' care how, threaten them if needed, just get them there." Snowlanders reflective sunglasse had slid down his nose, and his eyes scared the hardened murderer. Normally, Jacob would never do a secretaries job, but he wasn't going to argue with Snowlander in that mood.
Jacob dissapeared and the elevator arrived. Snowlander entered and opened a locked panel. He took a keycard out of his pocket and inserted it into the slot and pressed his thumb onto the bio-recognition pad. A light blinked green and the elevator began it's long decent into the depths of the building. He spent the time down taking his anger out on the wood panelling inside the elevator.
Once he reached the bottom floor, some fourty stories beneath the surface, he had worked out most of his rage. His fists dripped blood on the expensive carpet and coated the inside of the now ruined elevator. An aid was already rushing to him with a medical kit, cleaning his hands as he walked and wrapping them in gauze. The aid went unthanked, and was dismissed as Snowlander reached the massive vault door to his secondary office. Standing outside it was Jacob. Snowlander had no idea how Jacob had gotten here before himself, but knew Jacob had his ways of getting into places.
"Sir, everyone you asked for is on their way."
Snowlander nodded as he opened the massive vault door, leaving it open and walking inside. Inside was a massive war room, leather chairs surrounding a giant table loaded with the best Sigman equipment ever made. He sat down at his seat and pulled a laptop towards him. He started typing furiously on it.
Slowly, his generals entered, Brigan being the first. Mercy followed shortly, then Paniri and Makarov. Once they had all arrived, they took their seats and Jacob closed the door behind them. They each picked up their laptops and looked at what was on the screen. All of it was up to date info on Perina, Ellison Chaknov and the Rebels.
"I've fucking had it with this conflict. These people refuse to let go of the old ways, they refuse to go forward. We can't just try and destroy them on their terms, we need to initiate Breaking Fears."
The generals sitting at the table all went wide eyed and stared at their leader. What he was asking was a taboo to any Sigman. A nuclear strike. Large sections of the nation were still hot from Ardan nuclear weapons, even after all these years. Nukes were the only thing that a Sigman would fear more than death.
"Gen....General.....you can't be serious." Paniri, the daughter of an old Sigman war hero, had been close to Ellison Chaknov, but her skills as a general and loyalty to the people of her nation had kept her at Snowlander's side. She had seen firsthand the destructive force of nuclear weapons, when they had been used on Allanean soil, long ago.
"I am serious, Emma. We've got to take out this cancer now, before it can spread further." Paniri stood at the table and drew her weapon, pointing it at Snowlander. Instantly, Jacob was behind her, one hand holding the her gun hand high above her, the other, his prosthetic, at her throat, a long blade snapping into place. The blade gleamed in the bright lighting of the room, flashing the light into her eyes. She froze, tears of rage and fear in her eyes. The man who had nearly killed the father of her child, who had killed thousands of people for far less offences, had a blade to her throat. "Simply say the word and I'll lop off her pretty little head."
Snowlander shook his head. "Emma, I had always hoped you'd finally come around and see things my way. Guess not. Don't kill her yet Jacob, just take her to the MPs. I'll let you decide her fate." Paniri screamed obsenities at him as Jacob hauled her over the chair towards the door, the blade sliding back into his arm. With a tap, he knocked her unconscious and threw her over his shoulder. "I can have some fun, right?" Snowlander nodded and Jacob opened the vault door and left, walking past the MPs stationed outside.
"Back to the matter at hand. Brigand, I want you to organize the tactical withdrawal of all troops to a safe distance of the city. Mercy, overse the weapon deplyoment. Both of you only use runners and direct communication, I don't want this leaking to those fuckers in that city. Makarov, I want you and your ENTIRE force to take the fight to the towns of Eriksville, Hightower and Drey. Kill every man, woman and child. They've been supplying Perina with fresh troops for years now, it needs to end. I will announce that all this shit is ending, that we are coming back to our rightful place in this fucked up world. Amongst our brothers in Gholgoth, were we have the power to do great things, but never sieze the oppurtunities. That is all. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
The generals all stood and saluted, then left.
The next day, the rebels in the city of Perina, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, were taking the lack of artillery fire and SOMI incursions as a sign to take a quick break. They'd spent the last couple of years fighting for this city, trying to eventually unseat Snowlander and his bloodthirsty wardogs.
The city almost reverted to it's previous state, one of peace and tranquility. To a time before Hermili's tragic death at the hands of his son, and the nation's spiral into chaos. Children played in the streets, free for a few hours to leave their shelters and put down their arms. For one day,women lay down their arms and did household chores, watched the children, and many took the chance to get re-acquainted with their husbands and lovers. Men put down their weapons, for what seemed the first time in years, and had fun in whatever way they could.
A far distance from the city, deep within one of the many red zones left in the great desert, an antennae sticking up from the desert sands began recieving a signal. The automated systems underneath, never before to see use, flared to life and began the loading of a missile from the underground base's massive stockpile. The called for weapon was nowhere near the most destructive in stock, but one that would level fifteen miles of land with minimum fallout. The missile moved along deep trackways, elevators and finally into a launch bay.
The sand above the base, undisturbed for so long save for from the wind, shifted and moved as a metal structure telescoped upwards, clearing the sands by dozens of feet. Atop the structure, a hatch opened, revealing the weapon within to the sky for the first time in it's uncalled-for life. The weapon steamed and hissed, almost anxious to finally be able to fulfill it's destiny.
With a roar, the missile's boosters flared and burst into life, pushing the missile into the sky. It's black and red paint made it a stain on the bright blue sky, a trail of smoke leading back to what was once again a dune in the sand.
The missile's arrival at the city was heralded by the roar coming from it's engines. Thousands strained their necks, looking for what was causing the noise. Nearly half a million people picked up their weapons, preparing for yet another attack from their longtime foes. But they never had a chance to fire.
In an instant, 450,000 lives were burned out by nuclear fire. Children vaporised as they played soccer, women turned to ash as they ran to shoo the children back inside, men gripping assault rifles were blasted into fleeting shadows.
A mushroom cloud once again rose above the Sigman sands, vacant in the nation for so many years.
And a man smiled from behind his newly replaced desk, watching the destruction through a freshly replaced window.
The next day, amidst confusion and chaos amongst the people of Sigma Octavus, Snowlander set up a press conference. He stepped yet again up to the podium, having done it so many times before, and began to speak. "Yesterday, my beloved nation experienced once again the horror of nuclear warfare. This, unfortunately, was a necessary measure to remove a cancer from this nation."
A collective gasp came from the crowd of reporters, none of them had expected the government would blatantly admit to nuking their own people.
"The nuclear weapon was used against the rebel city of Perina, a place harboring hundreds of thousands enemies of the state. Our war with them has gone on too long, cost too many lives, held our nation back from greatness for too long!" He slammed his fist into the podium, his temper flaring. "I will no longer sit idly by while those who still support the renegade Chaknov and her band attack us, attempting to place her once again as head of state."
He pointed at the cameras. "You rebel fuckers out there. Do you even know where your beloved whore of a leader is? I do. She's been hiding in Automagfreek for years. She's never come back, and she never will. She doesn't care about you. She abandoned you. Give the fuck up. There doesn't need to be any more bloodshed in the name of one who abandoned her people in it's time of need. She was too much the coward to take her brother's place when she murdered him after his reclaimation of his position as his father's heir. I took his place, to ward off chaos and panic in the nation. I have lead this nation to internal greatness, a beacon of light in the hopelessness and filth that is this world."
"I hereby am placing a bounty of ten thousand sigs on the head of anyone harboring thoughts of support for Ellison Chaknov. For Ellison Chaknov's immediate group of supporters, Dominic Wrathe, Drake Varen, Jenna Paniri and Caim Chaknov, I am placing a five million sig bounty. I am not placing a bounty on Ellison Chaknov, as any attempt on her would possibly draw us into war with Damien, which I would never wish on my people. Hopefully knowing that she has caused the deaths of so many will bring her to turn herself in."
He turned and stalked away from the microphone, leaving the room in shock.
The broadcast was live, and made it's way into international channels almost instantly.