Azaha
21-02-2008, 04:30
“Down with the Empire! Down with the Empire! Down with the Empire!” The crowd repeated in unison, the roar of their combined voices seemed to shake the foundation of the fragile glass buildings all around them.
“Down with the Empire! Down with the Em-“ They stopped abruptly. In the sea of hundreds, perhaps even a thousand protestors, each with his or her own sign, a lone figure stood upon a soap box of sorts.
The figure wistfully shook the clay red hood from his head, his smooth silky brown hair rustling in the gentle wind. A slight smile curved to his face as he saw the propaganda the crowd had mused. Signs with the flag of Questers lit afire, a schematic of a Doomani ACI-39 with a red circle and strike through it. However this civilian got a hold of such a schematic was beyond him. Perhaps it was a retired Azahan Marine that still had connections to the Corps. Either way, he was proud of the gathering he had amassed.
It was only a year ago when he had started to pass his leaflets. Encouraging the populace to take a break from their grueling, but fruitful work routines, and to watch the government sanctioned news. Yes it was government sanctioned, but it still held the key to his uprising. He had tried to stay below the radar from the beginning, knowing the ACIF would have traced him and red flagged him immediately. That was short lived however. Barely three weeks after the harmless leaflets were distributed, an agent was at his modest apartment door, awaiting his return from work. As he turned the corner, the agent waited just long enough to be seen, then made off towards the stairwell at a brisk pace. This did not discourage him however. His leaflet operation continued. He knew if the ACIF was worried, he was on the right track.
Immediately, he started the process of infecting the internet. He had picked up his internet skills from his previous employment. The Azahan internet was a closed network, only available to those residing in the country, but he knew ways of making it seem like a foreign user was using satellites to hack directly into communications and using aging hard lines to weasel his way into the internet. And this was the way, that he further infected the minds of his fledgling cult following. He remembered how easy it was to coax the populace in his favor, with a mix of fake, and official classified information, the latter harder to come by with exposing himself too much.
Six months in, he had his own internet forums, made by fans and followers. The ACIF was as pissed as ever. But it was too easy now. How simple it was to offer followers with empty bank accounts to take the fall for him, how simple it was to create dead ends with ghost servers.
But, six months in, had his message gotten across? It did, a little later than sooner however. But it had set in. More and more people began to realize his dream, his nightmare.
Now, a year later, his dream had come true, almost. Finally, he spoke.
“My brothers, my sisters!” The crowd went death silent. “I am here, as you see me. I am, Tal’In. For a year, you have been with me, some of you; recently, most of you have realized my fear, my shame at our great nation!
“For untold years, they have dragged us to their whim! While I hate to show defiance to our great Raj… HE HAS LET THEM!” The crowd began to roar. He waited a moment before continuing.
“They pit our mighty, albeit untrained military against an enemy we had no quarrel, who later smashed our capitol, and sent our countryman fleeing! We had to leave behind our homeland, BECAUSE WE FEARED OUR OWN PEOPLE, BECAUSE OUR LEADERS, AND THE EMPIRE FAILED THEM!” Again, another roar, then quieting. “They whisked us away from our native homeland, our culture! They have stolen OUR MONEY! The Questarian Empire uses it for their own benefit! They destroyed our military in the past, and now they take it away from his! Most of our fighting men and women do not even guard our new home! They guard the homes of the wealthy imperial pigs of the Empire! They are forced to serve and heel to their masters like dogs!”
With a sudden roar, the crowd erupted in chant once again. “Down with the Empire. To Rise with Tal’in. Down with the Empire! To Rise with Tal’In!”
A soft hand gesture of his own, and the crowd quieted. “Our forces do not even use our indigenous weapons! Our leaders have beckoned with evil! They have beckoned with SATAN! They traded with the racist, prejudice dogs of Doomingsland! And now, with the eve of our new year, the Empire whole-heartedly entered with Alliance with the fascist pigs! En evil empire in which every religion, Muslim, Christianity, or what ever your religion, deems unworthy to exist on this earth, WE ARE ALLIED TO!” And his final words were already known to the crowd, he only spoke them to give the crowd a sense they he was their hero. “DOWN WITH THE EMPIRE!”
An explosion of sound, it almost knocked him off his box. His smile was as wide as ever, only made better by the sound of news helicopters hovering over him. He had not noticed them in the heat of the speech.
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“He finally shows himself. We can have snipers in position within 10 minutes to eliminate him.”
“No, he is surrounded by his followers. That would only enflamed the situation.”
“But we will loose him in the sea of followers, we must take the shot.”
“No, we will let him have his glory, for now. His dream might help us after all.”
“Down with the Empire! Down with the Em-“ They stopped abruptly. In the sea of hundreds, perhaps even a thousand protestors, each with his or her own sign, a lone figure stood upon a soap box of sorts.
The figure wistfully shook the clay red hood from his head, his smooth silky brown hair rustling in the gentle wind. A slight smile curved to his face as he saw the propaganda the crowd had mused. Signs with the flag of Questers lit afire, a schematic of a Doomani ACI-39 with a red circle and strike through it. However this civilian got a hold of such a schematic was beyond him. Perhaps it was a retired Azahan Marine that still had connections to the Corps. Either way, he was proud of the gathering he had amassed.
It was only a year ago when he had started to pass his leaflets. Encouraging the populace to take a break from their grueling, but fruitful work routines, and to watch the government sanctioned news. Yes it was government sanctioned, but it still held the key to his uprising. He had tried to stay below the radar from the beginning, knowing the ACIF would have traced him and red flagged him immediately. That was short lived however. Barely three weeks after the harmless leaflets were distributed, an agent was at his modest apartment door, awaiting his return from work. As he turned the corner, the agent waited just long enough to be seen, then made off towards the stairwell at a brisk pace. This did not discourage him however. His leaflet operation continued. He knew if the ACIF was worried, he was on the right track.
Immediately, he started the process of infecting the internet. He had picked up his internet skills from his previous employment. The Azahan internet was a closed network, only available to those residing in the country, but he knew ways of making it seem like a foreign user was using satellites to hack directly into communications and using aging hard lines to weasel his way into the internet. And this was the way, that he further infected the minds of his fledgling cult following. He remembered how easy it was to coax the populace in his favor, with a mix of fake, and official classified information, the latter harder to come by with exposing himself too much.
Six months in, he had his own internet forums, made by fans and followers. The ACIF was as pissed as ever. But it was too easy now. How simple it was to offer followers with empty bank accounts to take the fall for him, how simple it was to create dead ends with ghost servers.
But, six months in, had his message gotten across? It did, a little later than sooner however. But it had set in. More and more people began to realize his dream, his nightmare.
Now, a year later, his dream had come true, almost. Finally, he spoke.
“My brothers, my sisters!” The crowd went death silent. “I am here, as you see me. I am, Tal’In. For a year, you have been with me, some of you; recently, most of you have realized my fear, my shame at our great nation!
“For untold years, they have dragged us to their whim! While I hate to show defiance to our great Raj… HE HAS LET THEM!” The crowd began to roar. He waited a moment before continuing.
“They pit our mighty, albeit untrained military against an enemy we had no quarrel, who later smashed our capitol, and sent our countryman fleeing! We had to leave behind our homeland, BECAUSE WE FEARED OUR OWN PEOPLE, BECAUSE OUR LEADERS, AND THE EMPIRE FAILED THEM!” Again, another roar, then quieting. “They whisked us away from our native homeland, our culture! They have stolen OUR MONEY! The Questarian Empire uses it for their own benefit! They destroyed our military in the past, and now they take it away from his! Most of our fighting men and women do not even guard our new home! They guard the homes of the wealthy imperial pigs of the Empire! They are forced to serve and heel to their masters like dogs!”
With a sudden roar, the crowd erupted in chant once again. “Down with the Empire. To Rise with Tal’in. Down with the Empire! To Rise with Tal’In!”
A soft hand gesture of his own, and the crowd quieted. “Our forces do not even use our indigenous weapons! Our leaders have beckoned with evil! They have beckoned with SATAN! They traded with the racist, prejudice dogs of Doomingsland! And now, with the eve of our new year, the Empire whole-heartedly entered with Alliance with the fascist pigs! En evil empire in which every religion, Muslim, Christianity, or what ever your religion, deems unworthy to exist on this earth, WE ARE ALLIED TO!” And his final words were already known to the crowd, he only spoke them to give the crowd a sense they he was their hero. “DOWN WITH THE EMPIRE!”
An explosion of sound, it almost knocked him off his box. His smile was as wide as ever, only made better by the sound of news helicopters hovering over him. He had not noticed them in the heat of the speech.
-----------------------------------------------------
“He finally shows himself. We can have snipers in position within 10 minutes to eliminate him.”
“No, he is surrounded by his followers. That would only enflamed the situation.”
“But we will loose him in the sea of followers, we must take the shot.”
“No, we will let him have his glory, for now. His dream might help us after all.”