Taledonia
03-07-2008, 22:56
The flowers were so pretty. Pink, blue, red, white, yellow; a mosaic of color, all of them highlighted by the water that ran down their fragile petals. The leaves of the other vegetation around them feeling the effects of the downpour as well and glistening in the light of the search lamps. The impact of the droplets on the canvas that covered the backs of the trucks made a pleasant sound, something to keep the minds of the passengers occupied whilst they were carried down the dirt road. The sounds of a metal fence opening up was heard, and some shouting could be heard; orders being barked at the drivers and those in the advance trucks.
Finally the trucks stopped, and some soldiers in grey uniforms appeared at the tailgates with guns. "Out!" they shouted and began pulling people off the trucks, massing them into groups before marching them off through the mud to their quarters of the camp. Watching the entire proceedings from a window in the side of his log command post was General Stricklan. His eyes shone, so did the ember of the cigar in his mouth.
"Muslims..." he muttered, a grimace on his face. "Stinking vermin. How many more are expected to arrive?"
A gun sounded outside, but the officer sitting in the lounger took no notice. "A few hundred more. It's expected of this camp that munitions continue to be produced for the war. When we win, purge the bodies. Fire is the preferred method. Just remember to keep them under watch, the Supreme Magistrate has made no efforts to hide this from foreign eyes. We don't want these rats being saved before we can....evacuate them."
Finally the trucks stopped, and some soldiers in grey uniforms appeared at the tailgates with guns. "Out!" they shouted and began pulling people off the trucks, massing them into groups before marching them off through the mud to their quarters of the camp. Watching the entire proceedings from a window in the side of his log command post was General Stricklan. His eyes shone, so did the ember of the cigar in his mouth.
"Muslims..." he muttered, a grimace on his face. "Stinking vermin. How many more are expected to arrive?"
A gun sounded outside, but the officer sitting in the lounger took no notice. "A few hundred more. It's expected of this camp that munitions continue to be produced for the war. When we win, purge the bodies. Fire is the preferred method. Just remember to keep them under watch, the Supreme Magistrate has made no efforts to hide this from foreign eyes. We don't want these rats being saved before we can....evacuate them."