The Beatus
15-07-2008, 05:26
Sverð
Sverð was one of the oldest cities in the Beatus, and many of the families in the "Olde Towne" considered themselves better than the other residents, as most of the families had lived for centuries. They tended look down on the other, newer residents of the town, many of which were, or had been immigrants. In the old days, immigrants, and the children of immigrants, were targeted by the police, who were mainly native Beatusians, and resided in "Olde Towne". Over the past 100 years, many laws had been enacted to stop such treatment, and progress was being made, but anger over the old days, continued to be passed down from father to son. Even though the wound appeared clean, an infection raged beneath the surface. Now things were different, at least that's what people thought. It was the day before an event that may on the surface seem mundane, but to many of the immigrant families in Sverð, it was a dream come true. An event so simple as buying a house was about to ignite years of anger and hate. A wealthy second generation Beatusian, whose parents Stelimov/Beatusian, whose parents had emigrated from Stoklomolvi, one Mr. Vastog, and his family, were purchasing a house in "Olde Towne." Many in the Stelimov communities in Sverð were very proud, it wasn't that long ago, just being a Stelimov in "Olde Towne" could get you shot at the very least.
5th Street, Downtown Sverð
Mr. Vastog was on his way to work, the day before closing on his new house, when flashing lights appeared in his rear view mirror. He pulled over, and the police officer walked up to the car. "Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?"
"No," replied Mr. Vastog, thinking, 'Was I speeding?' to him self.
"You seem to have a broken tail light," the officer replied.
"I do?" replied Mr. Vastog.
"Yes, can I see your license and vehicle registration please."
"Sure," Mr. Vastog said as he reached into his glove box. He left it open when he handed the information to the officer.
After reading over the information, the officer asked, "Sir, would you please get out of the vehicle."
"What? Why?" Mr. Vastog asked.
"Sir, please get out of the vehicle, now."
"Okay," said Mr. Vastog, before getting out, he reached over to close his glove box.
The officer spotted his movement, and pulled his gun out, "Freeze," the officer said, pointing his gun at the man. "Slowly, move your hand away from the glove box."
"I'm just closing it," Mr. Vastog replied, he slowly moved his hand away from the glove box. He was begining to tremble, and his breathing was becoming labored.
"Now get out of the car," the officer said, opening the door.
"Are you sure this is necessary?" asked Mr. Vastog, wheezing quite heavily, now. He began to move quicker, "I need my," he said as he reached into his suit. The officer, thinking he was reaching for a gun, fired two rounds at point blank range into the man's chest. The man fell forward onto the steering wheel.
Sverð Nightly News
"In other news, one Igor Vastog, noted business man, and father was shot by police today during a routine traffic stop. Mr. Vastog began having an asthma attack, and reached for his inhaler, but the officer though he was reaching for a gun, and shot the man. An investigation into the shooting is being conducted by the Sverð Police Department."
Little Stoklomolvi Neighborhood, Sverð
Stelimovs were furious at the shooting, it was labeled as the Beatusians trying to keep them out of their neighborhood. Tensions were running high, and many eagerly awaited the results of the investigation.
Sverð was one of the oldest cities in the Beatus, and many of the families in the "Olde Towne" considered themselves better than the other residents, as most of the families had lived for centuries. They tended look down on the other, newer residents of the town, many of which were, or had been immigrants. In the old days, immigrants, and the children of immigrants, were targeted by the police, who were mainly native Beatusians, and resided in "Olde Towne". Over the past 100 years, many laws had been enacted to stop such treatment, and progress was being made, but anger over the old days, continued to be passed down from father to son. Even though the wound appeared clean, an infection raged beneath the surface. Now things were different, at least that's what people thought. It was the day before an event that may on the surface seem mundane, but to many of the immigrant families in Sverð, it was a dream come true. An event so simple as buying a house was about to ignite years of anger and hate. A wealthy second generation Beatusian, whose parents Stelimov/Beatusian, whose parents had emigrated from Stoklomolvi, one Mr. Vastog, and his family, were purchasing a house in "Olde Towne." Many in the Stelimov communities in Sverð were very proud, it wasn't that long ago, just being a Stelimov in "Olde Towne" could get you shot at the very least.
5th Street, Downtown Sverð
Mr. Vastog was on his way to work, the day before closing on his new house, when flashing lights appeared in his rear view mirror. He pulled over, and the police officer walked up to the car. "Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?"
"No," replied Mr. Vastog, thinking, 'Was I speeding?' to him self.
"You seem to have a broken tail light," the officer replied.
"I do?" replied Mr. Vastog.
"Yes, can I see your license and vehicle registration please."
"Sure," Mr. Vastog said as he reached into his glove box. He left it open when he handed the information to the officer.
After reading over the information, the officer asked, "Sir, would you please get out of the vehicle."
"What? Why?" Mr. Vastog asked.
"Sir, please get out of the vehicle, now."
"Okay," said Mr. Vastog, before getting out, he reached over to close his glove box.
The officer spotted his movement, and pulled his gun out, "Freeze," the officer said, pointing his gun at the man. "Slowly, move your hand away from the glove box."
"I'm just closing it," Mr. Vastog replied, he slowly moved his hand away from the glove box. He was begining to tremble, and his breathing was becoming labored.
"Now get out of the car," the officer said, opening the door.
"Are you sure this is necessary?" asked Mr. Vastog, wheezing quite heavily, now. He began to move quicker, "I need my," he said as he reached into his suit. The officer, thinking he was reaching for a gun, fired two rounds at point blank range into the man's chest. The man fell forward onto the steering wheel.
Sverð Nightly News
"In other news, one Igor Vastog, noted business man, and father was shot by police today during a routine traffic stop. Mr. Vastog began having an asthma attack, and reached for his inhaler, but the officer though he was reaching for a gun, and shot the man. An investigation into the shooting is being conducted by the Sverð Police Department."
Little Stoklomolvi Neighborhood, Sverð
Stelimovs were furious at the shooting, it was labeled as the Beatusians trying to keep them out of their neighborhood. Tensions were running high, and many eagerly awaited the results of the investigation.