Vetaka
21-03-2008, 23:44
Interview Room, Kings Square Floor, Maximum Security Wing, Warrington Correctional & Penitentiary Facility, Warrington, 50 Kilometres South West of New Theeb, Vetaka:
The large cold Iron door creaked slightly on its hinges as it opened into the lifeless cold steel room that was the Interview Room on the Kings Square Floor of the maximum security wing within Warrington Prison. A man secured in leg and arm shackles whom looked rough and lifeless was manhandled by 3 large orderlies armed with nothing but nightsticks. They forced and fought the orange Jump suited shackled man through the door and onto a small wooden chair. Where the shackled man seemed to calm and proceeded to stare into the wall. The orderlies fell silent and took up positions around the shackled man all of them stared at him and readied themselves to pounce upon him should he try anything. After a few uneventful minutes of silence the Iron door yet again creaked as it opened entering flanked by two robbed men armed with Supreme Honoured Parceltongue Rising Tiger entered a E-57 Service Pistol was holstered at as his side, a sword was in a backsheath he smiled at the shackled man before him and signalled for the orderlies and his guards to leave. When they had the shackled man spat:
“So what do I owe this honour, you prancing puppy?”
Rising Tiger merely smiled and sighed before speaking:
“Just a visit James, Your still the body of my brother even tho my brother died long ago”
The Shackled Man whom was James Swan, was ex dictator of Vetaka and loser of the civil war rolled his eyes in disgust:
“You are not my brother, My brother died when he disobeyed his father and betrayed his heritage to the throne of Vetaka, My brother died when he shot his father in the shoulder………”
He grunted and spat at Pearce before continuing:
“When you allied yourself to the slave race of the White Phoenix, those treacherous Wagdogians and those backward Animarnians”.
Pearce sighed, smiled again before chuckling and eventually speaking impersonating a World War I Upper Class British Officer:
“Your losing your marbles Old Bean”
Pearce cracked his fingers and continued:
“Can I get you anything before I go ?”
Swan glared at him menacingly before barking:
“Nothing from you”
Pearce smiled warmly, closed his eyes, sighed, rose from his chair and left the room a few seconds later the orderlies reappeared and dragged James Swan away back to his cell.
10 Hours Later………………………………..
James Swan lay silently fully clothed in his orange jump on his bed within his high security cell on the Kings Floor Square Level of the Maximum Security Wing. The wing was silent and dark this was because Swan was the only occupant of the floor this was partly because of the Sentence opposed upon him. However it was also for his own protection as although the Prisoners of Vetaka where prisoners they where still Vetakan and it was Swan whom had led genocide against the Vetakan People it was Swan whom had stole, raped and pillaged from them. Whilst he had his own supporters the majority of the Vetakan People including its Prison Population hated Swan. Thus his Prison Sentence was for his own safety as well as part of his punishment. Swan lay motionless looking up at the ceiling of his cell, listening and counting. A few motionless and uneventful minutes past before Swan’s heart skipped a beat when he heard a soft thwack followed by a soft thud. Swan turned to look at the large Iron Door as he moved his head it suddenly swang open with a clang as it did so two men entered in black combat fatigues. They wore black combat balaclavas with helmets and where armed with Silenced MP5’s. One of them removed his helmet and balaclava to reveal that he was one of the orderlies that manhandled him earlier in front of the Vetakan Leader the Orderly saluted and whispered:
“Time to Go, Sir”
Swan nodded and stood up the other Black Fatigued Swanist proceeded to fit Swan with a Combat Jacket and Helmet this done Swan received a P99 Pistol which he holstered and a silenced MP5 submachine gun. This done they crept out of the cell and down the cell block passing bodies as they went. Eventually they reached a Fire Exit door which was kicked open. Its various alarms had been disabled my computer hackers prior to the breakout. As Swan exited out into the open night Swan smiled as he breathed in the fresh cold crisp air. The group moved across the dark courtyard to a open manhole cover jumping into the drain the cover was replaced and they shot off down the dark drain. A few minutes later James Swans private isolated Cell Block exploded from a number of explosive devices hidden around the wing. The explosion caused the floor above Swans to collapse into the now empty High Security Floor that used to house the man whom had launched genocide against the Vetakan Populace. The authorites would not discover Swan was free until days later and by then it would be to late.
1 Hour After the Explosion at Warrington Prison…..
Personal Apartment of Rising Tiger, Palace of Peace, New Theeb, Vetaka:
Rising Tiger lay within his bed in somewhat of a half awake/half sleep sort of daze. He could really sleep but had nothing really to get up for. He had completed his paperwork, exercised and trained, received briefings from his most important surbordaniates and he himself had briefed his superior on the Vetakan Nations actions and activites as a result Pearce simply decided to languish within his soft bed and attempt to fell into a deep sleep. Just as he did so he was brutally before awakened by a loud sharpe knock on his door. Pearce groaned and eventually croaked:
“Enter”
With that the door opened into the apartment blinding Pearce with the light he groaned again, The bodyguard merely chuckled and spoke:
“Sorry to disturb you Sir, Your required at VDF High Command, Their has been an explosion at Warrington Penitentiary on Kings Square Floor its believed Swan is Dead.”
Pearce blinked at the light before slipping out of his bed and proceeding to get dressed eventually he spoke:
“Bring the Car”
With that the Bodyguard left the room and Pearce was left to gather himself, After a few minutes Pearce was dressed in loose robes, a E-57 Pistol was fitted in a holster and a sword was sheathed at his back. He moved for the door a single tear streamed his face. Moving through the door he smiled at his Guards and together they made their way to the waiting Car.
03:02, Dead Rock Cove, 50 Miles South of Cheadle Island, Southern Vetaka, Vetaka:
Dead Rock Cove was an old Vetakan Naval Port that had been decommissioned as part of the Strategic Development Program it had been purchased by the Nightowl Logistics Corporation. It had its own harbour and air field facilities. Usually it was a hive of activity tonight it was quiet silent place. The men chatted and drank quietly awaiting the only delivery of the night. They 50 or so workers quietly drank cheap alcohol and played crib whilst a few men in trench coats skulled around somewhat nervous looking at their watches every minute or so.
The large cold Iron door creaked slightly on its hinges as it opened into the lifeless cold steel room that was the Interview Room on the Kings Square Floor of the maximum security wing within Warrington Prison. A man secured in leg and arm shackles whom looked rough and lifeless was manhandled by 3 large orderlies armed with nothing but nightsticks. They forced and fought the orange Jump suited shackled man through the door and onto a small wooden chair. Where the shackled man seemed to calm and proceeded to stare into the wall. The orderlies fell silent and took up positions around the shackled man all of them stared at him and readied themselves to pounce upon him should he try anything. After a few uneventful minutes of silence the Iron door yet again creaked as it opened entering flanked by two robbed men armed with Supreme Honoured Parceltongue Rising Tiger entered a E-57 Service Pistol was holstered at as his side, a sword was in a backsheath he smiled at the shackled man before him and signalled for the orderlies and his guards to leave. When they had the shackled man spat:
“So what do I owe this honour, you prancing puppy?”
Rising Tiger merely smiled and sighed before speaking:
“Just a visit James, Your still the body of my brother even tho my brother died long ago”
The Shackled Man whom was James Swan, was ex dictator of Vetaka and loser of the civil war rolled his eyes in disgust:
“You are not my brother, My brother died when he disobeyed his father and betrayed his heritage to the throne of Vetaka, My brother died when he shot his father in the shoulder………”
He grunted and spat at Pearce before continuing:
“When you allied yourself to the slave race of the White Phoenix, those treacherous Wagdogians and those backward Animarnians”.
Pearce sighed, smiled again before chuckling and eventually speaking impersonating a World War I Upper Class British Officer:
“Your losing your marbles Old Bean”
Pearce cracked his fingers and continued:
“Can I get you anything before I go ?”
Swan glared at him menacingly before barking:
“Nothing from you”
Pearce smiled warmly, closed his eyes, sighed, rose from his chair and left the room a few seconds later the orderlies reappeared and dragged James Swan away back to his cell.
10 Hours Later………………………………..
James Swan lay silently fully clothed in his orange jump on his bed within his high security cell on the Kings Floor Square Level of the Maximum Security Wing. The wing was silent and dark this was because Swan was the only occupant of the floor this was partly because of the Sentence opposed upon him. However it was also for his own protection as although the Prisoners of Vetaka where prisoners they where still Vetakan and it was Swan whom had led genocide against the Vetakan People it was Swan whom had stole, raped and pillaged from them. Whilst he had his own supporters the majority of the Vetakan People including its Prison Population hated Swan. Thus his Prison Sentence was for his own safety as well as part of his punishment. Swan lay motionless looking up at the ceiling of his cell, listening and counting. A few motionless and uneventful minutes past before Swan’s heart skipped a beat when he heard a soft thwack followed by a soft thud. Swan turned to look at the large Iron Door as he moved his head it suddenly swang open with a clang as it did so two men entered in black combat fatigues. They wore black combat balaclavas with helmets and where armed with Silenced MP5’s. One of them removed his helmet and balaclava to reveal that he was one of the orderlies that manhandled him earlier in front of the Vetakan Leader the Orderly saluted and whispered:
“Time to Go, Sir”
Swan nodded and stood up the other Black Fatigued Swanist proceeded to fit Swan with a Combat Jacket and Helmet this done Swan received a P99 Pistol which he holstered and a silenced MP5 submachine gun. This done they crept out of the cell and down the cell block passing bodies as they went. Eventually they reached a Fire Exit door which was kicked open. Its various alarms had been disabled my computer hackers prior to the breakout. As Swan exited out into the open night Swan smiled as he breathed in the fresh cold crisp air. The group moved across the dark courtyard to a open manhole cover jumping into the drain the cover was replaced and they shot off down the dark drain. A few minutes later James Swans private isolated Cell Block exploded from a number of explosive devices hidden around the wing. The explosion caused the floor above Swans to collapse into the now empty High Security Floor that used to house the man whom had launched genocide against the Vetakan Populace. The authorites would not discover Swan was free until days later and by then it would be to late.
1 Hour After the Explosion at Warrington Prison…..
Personal Apartment of Rising Tiger, Palace of Peace, New Theeb, Vetaka:
Rising Tiger lay within his bed in somewhat of a half awake/half sleep sort of daze. He could really sleep but had nothing really to get up for. He had completed his paperwork, exercised and trained, received briefings from his most important surbordaniates and he himself had briefed his superior on the Vetakan Nations actions and activites as a result Pearce simply decided to languish within his soft bed and attempt to fell into a deep sleep. Just as he did so he was brutally before awakened by a loud sharpe knock on his door. Pearce groaned and eventually croaked:
“Enter”
With that the door opened into the apartment blinding Pearce with the light he groaned again, The bodyguard merely chuckled and spoke:
“Sorry to disturb you Sir, Your required at VDF High Command, Their has been an explosion at Warrington Penitentiary on Kings Square Floor its believed Swan is Dead.”
Pearce blinked at the light before slipping out of his bed and proceeding to get dressed eventually he spoke:
“Bring the Car”
With that the Bodyguard left the room and Pearce was left to gather himself, After a few minutes Pearce was dressed in loose robes, a E-57 Pistol was fitted in a holster and a sword was sheathed at his back. He moved for the door a single tear streamed his face. Moving through the door he smiled at his Guards and together they made their way to the waiting Car.
03:02, Dead Rock Cove, 50 Miles South of Cheadle Island, Southern Vetaka, Vetaka:
Dead Rock Cove was an old Vetakan Naval Port that had been decommissioned as part of the Strategic Development Program it had been purchased by the Nightowl Logistics Corporation. It had its own harbour and air field facilities. Usually it was a hive of activity tonight it was quiet silent place. The men chatted and drank quietly awaiting the only delivery of the night. They 50 or so workers quietly drank cheap alcohol and played crib whilst a few men in trench coats skulled around somewhat nervous looking at their watches every minute or so.