The souless ones
21-06-2008, 01:29
"It's been a long day." Thought Warlord Visarano Deleran as he gazed over the country in front of his palace he wore his ceremonial armour of cold steel painted over in black and red great spikes holding skulls and tropies on either shoulder, still on his back he wore his ancestors twin swords and on his side he carried a much more modern weapon, many countries favoured the 9 millimeter handgun theese days...he had never cared much for it and wore a much more hard hitting 357. caliber pistol with a 8" barrel....Perfect for execution he mused to himself not noticing for a moment the sudden glow in the night coming from the floor of the land below the small cliff over which his palace sat he stared at it for a moment and his eyes widened as he realized what it was..
He ran as fast as he could and dived just before the rocket propelled grenade slammed into the balcony sending shards of polished onyx as bits of shrapnel in every direction he could feel the heat of one of the shards slamming against his armour knicking his shoulder cutting through like hot butter and grimaced annoyed and enraged he growled as smoke burrowed and two guards appeared before him hurriedly "My lord!" one bellowed "Are you alright?" he yelled over the fire still burning atop the onyx remains of the balcony Visarano growled his eyes were furious glowing red his skin pale as many of his countrymens skin was, his gaurds he could not tell as they wore their jet black uniforms and masks filters covering their mouths making their voices unreadable to its real tone and protecting them from gasses.
Visarano looked over his shoulder noting the destruction and stood with his guards assistance. "I am fine....get me to my conference room immediatly....I want intelligence reports yesterday!!" he slammed open the doors from his room as two servants rushed in to quell the fire and clean up best they could for now. His boots made clanking noises on the stone floors of the hallway as he made his way towards the war room he smashed open the doors and looked about his highest officers already there from about the palace. He took his seat quickly still rather pissed at the incident. "What are the reports from our spys?"
"Sir...it's been fifteen minutes since the incident surely our spys couldn't be reached that....." his sentences stopped as a bullet slammed through his brain and splattered the far wall with them following in a trail of grey matter.
"Does anyone else have any excuses?" The room was left in silence and one member of the war council cleared his throat, the black ops coordinator. Alexi Baryonoch was a rather lanky man with a narrow face and almost as much of a temper as Visarano, that was why he had the job..."Sir, we believe the attack was a result of the recent protests in want of elections of leaders...OUR....spys report that the group responsible is known as "Zeit für Freiheit"
"Any known members" Visarano quickly spoke in return as did his most trusted servant
"Sir, We can have each of them dead within the hour, it is a rather small faction.."
"Make it happen Alexi" he spoke cooly "put the helm cams on main screen in the war room I wish to see this." his seat swiveled to the multiple screens that were black now raged with life as the assorted members of the legion of the skull set off into the night. The picture in the green nightvisioned hue each one with the muzzle of a heckler and koch mp5 showing in assorted sceneries of chaos about the land, his vision focused on one.
((now from the viewpoint of operative 2320 of the legion of the skull))
The air was rather warm as he panted along with his squadmates silently making their way towards the remote house in the swamps he gave a hand signal for the rest of the team to halt as they watched a family sit down to eat through the window a man approached the table and had a seat a big smile on his face. "Target identified, name Victor krushniya, ocupation, banker, laundering funds for the organization." Came a cool crisp voice of his teams sniper. "Begin operation black revenge" murmured operative 2320 to his team now just outside the houses door. "I want this place clear in the next twenty seconds" his team has been slacking in their last mission he was going to make damned sure they let that up.
3....2....1.....GO! the door to the house burst open with submachine guns raised they immediatly entered in their trained order covering each area of the house the entire family had raised from the table.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS" came the cry of the frightened Victor"
His wife in turn shrieked "Victor, what is this, who are theese men!!"
Operative 2320 approached Victor and grabbed him by the hair bringing another scream from his wife, their children crying futiley as Victor grimaced in pain without mercy they dragged him to the front lawn after hearing the cries of his comrades yelling "CLEAR!!" from basement and attic of the house"
His wife followed futiely after the operatives yelling obscenities begging for the explanation that would come shortly after trying desperatly to quiet her children.
"Mrs.Krushniya your husband has been identified as a member of a terrorist organization which attempted an assassination of Warlord Visarano Deleran earlier this evening all standing existing members of the organization are scheduled for immediate execution" Her eyes widened larger at the words she heard in denial she spoke as her children begged her
"Mommy mommy whats going on?"
"No...no this can't be right....he's just a banker...." she cried softly to the agent unwordingly pleading for his life.
"Mam...I am going to have to ask you to take your children inside...now would be a good time...please." said the agent growing annoyed with the womans crys.
Victor with his head slumped was on his knees on the ground forced to that position by one of his fellow team members he cried as well silently sobbing..knowing what he had done..and what was to come...the agent turned from the woman who hurried her children into the house and slammed the door shut moving to the window to watch her husbands fate begging for a miracle....
The agent walked slowly back and forth murmuring through his helms com unit realizing he was on camera at the moment "Warlord....Victor Krushniya, economics of Zeit für Freiheit....." The agent placed his sidearm 45. caliber to the temple of the man and pulled the trigger with a bang and the crys of the retreating wife inside the house, the agent continued "Eliminated."
The scene repeated itself in many versions and many ways all over the country...inside the Palace war room Visarano smiled silently "This is our country...this is our way of life....let this stand as an example night to those that would commit such acts of high treason."
He ran as fast as he could and dived just before the rocket propelled grenade slammed into the balcony sending shards of polished onyx as bits of shrapnel in every direction he could feel the heat of one of the shards slamming against his armour knicking his shoulder cutting through like hot butter and grimaced annoyed and enraged he growled as smoke burrowed and two guards appeared before him hurriedly "My lord!" one bellowed "Are you alright?" he yelled over the fire still burning atop the onyx remains of the balcony Visarano growled his eyes were furious glowing red his skin pale as many of his countrymens skin was, his gaurds he could not tell as they wore their jet black uniforms and masks filters covering their mouths making their voices unreadable to its real tone and protecting them from gasses.
Visarano looked over his shoulder noting the destruction and stood with his guards assistance. "I am fine....get me to my conference room immediatly....I want intelligence reports yesterday!!" he slammed open the doors from his room as two servants rushed in to quell the fire and clean up best they could for now. His boots made clanking noises on the stone floors of the hallway as he made his way towards the war room he smashed open the doors and looked about his highest officers already there from about the palace. He took his seat quickly still rather pissed at the incident. "What are the reports from our spys?"
"Sir...it's been fifteen minutes since the incident surely our spys couldn't be reached that....." his sentences stopped as a bullet slammed through his brain and splattered the far wall with them following in a trail of grey matter.
"Does anyone else have any excuses?" The room was left in silence and one member of the war council cleared his throat, the black ops coordinator. Alexi Baryonoch was a rather lanky man with a narrow face and almost as much of a temper as Visarano, that was why he had the job..."Sir, we believe the attack was a result of the recent protests in want of elections of leaders...OUR....spys report that the group responsible is known as "Zeit für Freiheit"
"Any known members" Visarano quickly spoke in return as did his most trusted servant
"Sir, We can have each of them dead within the hour, it is a rather small faction.."
"Make it happen Alexi" he spoke cooly "put the helm cams on main screen in the war room I wish to see this." his seat swiveled to the multiple screens that were black now raged with life as the assorted members of the legion of the skull set off into the night. The picture in the green nightvisioned hue each one with the muzzle of a heckler and koch mp5 showing in assorted sceneries of chaos about the land, his vision focused on one.
((now from the viewpoint of operative 2320 of the legion of the skull))
The air was rather warm as he panted along with his squadmates silently making their way towards the remote house in the swamps he gave a hand signal for the rest of the team to halt as they watched a family sit down to eat through the window a man approached the table and had a seat a big smile on his face. "Target identified, name Victor krushniya, ocupation, banker, laundering funds for the organization." Came a cool crisp voice of his teams sniper. "Begin operation black revenge" murmured operative 2320 to his team now just outside the houses door. "I want this place clear in the next twenty seconds" his team has been slacking in their last mission he was going to make damned sure they let that up.
3....2....1.....GO! the door to the house burst open with submachine guns raised they immediatly entered in their trained order covering each area of the house the entire family had raised from the table.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS" came the cry of the frightened Victor"
His wife in turn shrieked "Victor, what is this, who are theese men!!"
Operative 2320 approached Victor and grabbed him by the hair bringing another scream from his wife, their children crying futiley as Victor grimaced in pain without mercy they dragged him to the front lawn after hearing the cries of his comrades yelling "CLEAR!!" from basement and attic of the house"
His wife followed futiely after the operatives yelling obscenities begging for the explanation that would come shortly after trying desperatly to quiet her children.
"Mrs.Krushniya your husband has been identified as a member of a terrorist organization which attempted an assassination of Warlord Visarano Deleran earlier this evening all standing existing members of the organization are scheduled for immediate execution" Her eyes widened larger at the words she heard in denial she spoke as her children begged her
"Mommy mommy whats going on?"
"No...no this can't be right....he's just a banker...." she cried softly to the agent unwordingly pleading for his life.
"Mam...I am going to have to ask you to take your children inside...now would be a good time...please." said the agent growing annoyed with the womans crys.
Victor with his head slumped was on his knees on the ground forced to that position by one of his fellow team members he cried as well silently sobbing..knowing what he had done..and what was to come...the agent turned from the woman who hurried her children into the house and slammed the door shut moving to the window to watch her husbands fate begging for a miracle....
The agent walked slowly back and forth murmuring through his helms com unit realizing he was on camera at the moment "Warlord....Victor Krushniya, economics of Zeit für Freiheit....." The agent placed his sidearm 45. caliber to the temple of the man and pulled the trigger with a bang and the crys of the retreating wife inside the house, the agent continued "Eliminated."
The scene repeated itself in many versions and many ways all over the country...inside the Palace war room Visarano smiled silently "This is our country...this is our way of life....let this stand as an example night to those that would commit such acts of high treason."