Leafanistan
27-06-2008, 06:21
Cold Spring University, Heavy Engineering Building
Graduate Student Francis O'Brien made his way into the Heavy Engineering Building. He walked past a place where a crater had been hastily covered up with a tree, one of the few remaining signs of the April Revolution that had been ruthlessly suppressed by the Army. All information about it had been purged, and most of the university's students have been transferred or 'disappeared' into the vast prison complex of Maldorians.
He has managed to escape the death squads by pretending he was part of a group of students that were going to be shot by their fellow students for being 'counter-revolutionary'. Him and his colleagues managed to actually become minor heroes in the state controlled press.
Before he entered the building he looked around for a bit, the CCTV camera's LEDs were dead, a gift from the Computer Science department, which every night gave them a loop of no activity to let them evade the eyes of Secret Police handlers placed into the school's security department.
He slid his card into the reader and went inside the darkened building. He stumbled across the freshly waxed floor in the darkness and followed the glowing "EXIT" signs backwards to reach his destination.
The downstairs workshops, where as a Freshman he helped engineer some of the brilliant devices that helped hold the army back and help them take the school in the first place. His other conspirators were already there, other freshman from his year, a few scarred sophomores who survived the 'reeducation camps', and a fresh group of various students who believe in the cause.
But he wasn't alone, the business with Hurtful Thoughts, the abuses of the Corporate Alliance, all of it made his blood boil and so did many other university students. The Cold Spring University incident was the straw that broke the camel's back and pushed the Red movement downwards.
However now it was nearly the anniversary of the April Revolution, and he was set. The 'lost' police equipment and a generous donation from a still unknown foreign donor were hidden in a wall panel. AR-550s with markings milled away and a rack of AK-108s with no markings.
The real bulk of their armory were rifles and submachine guns handmilled by students here, they weren't the best, but they would work, and they had enough saved brass to give themselves a formidable arsenal. The rifles were bolt action monsters that fired 5.56mm ammunition, each one unique, each one decorated in each student's style.
O'Brien marveled at how amazing a truly motivated revolutionary was. The instructions for these rifles and SMGs were obtained online, and from wood, piano wire, steel blocks and sheet metal they had guns. He picked up one of the 9mm SMGs and held it in his hand. This little gun was the model that they had based their SMG designs on, and a few engineering students improved the design slightly, it was still full auto only, but now accepted magazines from policemen's guns, an important point. He set the gun down on the workbench as he eyed the secret arsenal. He moved toward the end, toward some of the weapons from the first failed revolution.
As O'Brien held the polymer framed AK-108 he thought about the foreign benefactors that vanished when push came to shove. His grip hardened as he was reminded of how badly it went, but this time things would be different. No longer will it be an anonymous foreign backer, this time their comrades in the Northern Baltic would assist. All they had to do was seize the port and the new police station that was there.
And there was more, there were networks in many different universities, anonymous weapons transfers through the mail and a darknet meant there were at least 3 dozen more universities and colleges with similar groups.
Tonight was the time, and by midnight it would be the anniversary of the April Revolution.
O'Brien was no man for speeches, but he knew what was in the heart of all these students. They all wanted change, and they were going to seize it by any means necessary. They would cooperate and build a new Maldorians, a communal utopia, and finally cut ties to the disgusting Corporate Alliance.
He slung the AK-108 over his shoulder and reached into a file cabinet in the corner. He removed a little black beret, with a sown on red star, given to him from a female revolutionary he never knew or saw again on that fateful day all those years ago. He took out a few more of these that he and a few other people had put together.
He handed these out to his people as they all armed themselves. They would be the vanguards of the revolution, they would lead the students here to this building, to get their woefully outdated bolt action carbines and SMGs and use them to take down the school's now beefed up police. They would seize the port from the spartan Army base the government installed.
The Revolution had so many more people now, they were well armed this time, and they would win.
Midnight
O'Brien and his crack squad moved from the Heavy Engineering building as the rest of the vanguards dispersed. They would move into the dorms and arm the RAs willing to support them with captured pistols and homemade SMGs, who would then gather up more students and lead them to arm caches around the school and especially in Heavy Engineering.
As they left the Computer Science department effectively shut down all the CCTV cameras, so no activity on campus could be recorded. The remaining revolutionaries began reinforcing the Heavy Engineering building. For all they knew an RA had given them away and a police counterattack was imminent. They had to hold Heavy Engineering at least until the Northern Baltic could resupply them.
The squad moved toward the power plant for the school and the police station there. They all screwed on their can silencers to their foreign made guns and moved through the parked cars. O'Brien walked up to the window and peered inside, two secret police watched the monitor banks, with their backs to the window. A few policemen were relaxing near a coffee maker chatting away. The police radio system was unmanned. O'Brien knew he had a good shot.
He motioned for the rest of his squad to move to the back. O'Brien unslung his rifle and stood up in the light. One of the secret police noticed the shadow and turned around to see him holding an AK-108 up to the window. O'Brien fired and the glass groaned and cracked but did not yield, it was bullet resistant, and the 5.56mm round had just barely penetrated it, but was stuck. His eyes widened into dinner plates as all the police unholstered their weapons and began pouring a huge volley of fire.
O'Brien was now hopeful for the bullet resistant glass as the first few attempts ended in failure. But the fire was getting heavy and as he crawled away, terrified he could hear the glass finally break. In the prone position he rolled over to face the police single-handedly.
That was when the back door was kicked in, and the rest of the squad poured an immense amount of fire into the backs of the police. O'Brien just lay there as the men just slumped over the window they had just broken. His friend leaned over to inspect the carnage, his rifle still smoking, his smile still unsteady and looked over at O'Brien on the ground with his AK pointed up in the air.
"Barrel discipline sir."
O'Brien quickly dropped the rifle and got back up. He shook his head to clear it, and walked toward the now subdued station. The firefight had been relatively silent and another friend was calling for those waiting in the cars with fresh bodies to come retrieve the police weapons. They would arrive in minutes and they had to secure the building fully.
As O'Brien moved to unlock all the police cars, another group moved through the building to find any stragglers, and another student just took all the guns he could find and piled them up on the front by the bodies.
The first group of students arrived, a few hesitated at first at the sight of blood but went to get their new guns. They only had less than an hour to get ready to move on the Army base on the shore to secure reinforcements from the Northern Baltic by sunrise.
Dawn, Army Base in Cold Spring Harbor
As the sun rose, a convoy of the school's buses and various student cars loaded up with potato launcher mortars went down the road. They would stop out of view of the base and the students would swarm down toward it. It would be an ambush, and there were several hundred of them now, with the Vanguards toward the front.
They aimed their guns and prepared to start the carnage, and usher in the revolution. They had timed themselves to attack on sunrise, but they were late, their new time was a few minutes afterwards.
O'Brien checked his watch again as the time counted down.
6:19:59
"Close enough" he thought. He stood up and aimed his AK-108 and let out the first shots. Seconds later a massive wall of fire converged on the base from pistols, SMGs, rifles, and assault rifles. A few more seconds the first of dozens of potato launcher mortars loaded with black powder explosives began landing on the base.
Graduate Student Francis O'Brien made his way into the Heavy Engineering Building. He walked past a place where a crater had been hastily covered up with a tree, one of the few remaining signs of the April Revolution that had been ruthlessly suppressed by the Army. All information about it had been purged, and most of the university's students have been transferred or 'disappeared' into the vast prison complex of Maldorians.
He has managed to escape the death squads by pretending he was part of a group of students that were going to be shot by their fellow students for being 'counter-revolutionary'. Him and his colleagues managed to actually become minor heroes in the state controlled press.
Before he entered the building he looked around for a bit, the CCTV camera's LEDs were dead, a gift from the Computer Science department, which every night gave them a loop of no activity to let them evade the eyes of Secret Police handlers placed into the school's security department.
He slid his card into the reader and went inside the darkened building. He stumbled across the freshly waxed floor in the darkness and followed the glowing "EXIT" signs backwards to reach his destination.
The downstairs workshops, where as a Freshman he helped engineer some of the brilliant devices that helped hold the army back and help them take the school in the first place. His other conspirators were already there, other freshman from his year, a few scarred sophomores who survived the 'reeducation camps', and a fresh group of various students who believe in the cause.
But he wasn't alone, the business with Hurtful Thoughts, the abuses of the Corporate Alliance, all of it made his blood boil and so did many other university students. The Cold Spring University incident was the straw that broke the camel's back and pushed the Red movement downwards.
However now it was nearly the anniversary of the April Revolution, and he was set. The 'lost' police equipment and a generous donation from a still unknown foreign donor were hidden in a wall panel. AR-550s with markings milled away and a rack of AK-108s with no markings.
The real bulk of their armory were rifles and submachine guns handmilled by students here, they weren't the best, but they would work, and they had enough saved brass to give themselves a formidable arsenal. The rifles were bolt action monsters that fired 5.56mm ammunition, each one unique, each one decorated in each student's style.
O'Brien marveled at how amazing a truly motivated revolutionary was. The instructions for these rifles and SMGs were obtained online, and from wood, piano wire, steel blocks and sheet metal they had guns. He picked up one of the 9mm SMGs and held it in his hand. This little gun was the model that they had based their SMG designs on, and a few engineering students improved the design slightly, it was still full auto only, but now accepted magazines from policemen's guns, an important point. He set the gun down on the workbench as he eyed the secret arsenal. He moved toward the end, toward some of the weapons from the first failed revolution.
As O'Brien held the polymer framed AK-108 he thought about the foreign benefactors that vanished when push came to shove. His grip hardened as he was reminded of how badly it went, but this time things would be different. No longer will it be an anonymous foreign backer, this time their comrades in the Northern Baltic would assist. All they had to do was seize the port and the new police station that was there.
And there was more, there were networks in many different universities, anonymous weapons transfers through the mail and a darknet meant there were at least 3 dozen more universities and colleges with similar groups.
Tonight was the time, and by midnight it would be the anniversary of the April Revolution.
O'Brien was no man for speeches, but he knew what was in the heart of all these students. They all wanted change, and they were going to seize it by any means necessary. They would cooperate and build a new Maldorians, a communal utopia, and finally cut ties to the disgusting Corporate Alliance.
He slung the AK-108 over his shoulder and reached into a file cabinet in the corner. He removed a little black beret, with a sown on red star, given to him from a female revolutionary he never knew or saw again on that fateful day all those years ago. He took out a few more of these that he and a few other people had put together.
He handed these out to his people as they all armed themselves. They would be the vanguards of the revolution, they would lead the students here to this building, to get their woefully outdated bolt action carbines and SMGs and use them to take down the school's now beefed up police. They would seize the port from the spartan Army base the government installed.
The Revolution had so many more people now, they were well armed this time, and they would win.
Midnight
O'Brien and his crack squad moved from the Heavy Engineering building as the rest of the vanguards dispersed. They would move into the dorms and arm the RAs willing to support them with captured pistols and homemade SMGs, who would then gather up more students and lead them to arm caches around the school and especially in Heavy Engineering.
As they left the Computer Science department effectively shut down all the CCTV cameras, so no activity on campus could be recorded. The remaining revolutionaries began reinforcing the Heavy Engineering building. For all they knew an RA had given them away and a police counterattack was imminent. They had to hold Heavy Engineering at least until the Northern Baltic could resupply them.
The squad moved toward the power plant for the school and the police station there. They all screwed on their can silencers to their foreign made guns and moved through the parked cars. O'Brien walked up to the window and peered inside, two secret police watched the monitor banks, with their backs to the window. A few policemen were relaxing near a coffee maker chatting away. The police radio system was unmanned. O'Brien knew he had a good shot.
He motioned for the rest of his squad to move to the back. O'Brien unslung his rifle and stood up in the light. One of the secret police noticed the shadow and turned around to see him holding an AK-108 up to the window. O'Brien fired and the glass groaned and cracked but did not yield, it was bullet resistant, and the 5.56mm round had just barely penetrated it, but was stuck. His eyes widened into dinner plates as all the police unholstered their weapons and began pouring a huge volley of fire.
O'Brien was now hopeful for the bullet resistant glass as the first few attempts ended in failure. But the fire was getting heavy and as he crawled away, terrified he could hear the glass finally break. In the prone position he rolled over to face the police single-handedly.
That was when the back door was kicked in, and the rest of the squad poured an immense amount of fire into the backs of the police. O'Brien just lay there as the men just slumped over the window they had just broken. His friend leaned over to inspect the carnage, his rifle still smoking, his smile still unsteady and looked over at O'Brien on the ground with his AK pointed up in the air.
"Barrel discipline sir."
O'Brien quickly dropped the rifle and got back up. He shook his head to clear it, and walked toward the now subdued station. The firefight had been relatively silent and another friend was calling for those waiting in the cars with fresh bodies to come retrieve the police weapons. They would arrive in minutes and they had to secure the building fully.
As O'Brien moved to unlock all the police cars, another group moved through the building to find any stragglers, and another student just took all the guns he could find and piled them up on the front by the bodies.
The first group of students arrived, a few hesitated at first at the sight of blood but went to get their new guns. They only had less than an hour to get ready to move on the Army base on the shore to secure reinforcements from the Northern Baltic by sunrise.
Dawn, Army Base in Cold Spring Harbor
As the sun rose, a convoy of the school's buses and various student cars loaded up with potato launcher mortars went down the road. They would stop out of view of the base and the students would swarm down toward it. It would be an ambush, and there were several hundred of them now, with the Vanguards toward the front.
They aimed their guns and prepared to start the carnage, and usher in the revolution. They had timed themselves to attack on sunrise, but they were late, their new time was a few minutes afterwards.
O'Brien checked his watch again as the time counted down.
6:19:59
"Close enough" he thought. He stood up and aimed his AK-108 and let out the first shots. Seconds later a massive wall of fire converged on the base from pistols, SMGs, rifles, and assault rifles. A few more seconds the first of dozens of potato launcher mortars loaded with black powder explosives began landing on the base.