NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Posts in this thread may be graphic. Consider this a warning in advance. The first half of this post will be a recap of the conflict's end while the rest will focus on the mysterious Unit 432. Lynion/Romandeos, you can send your men in now.
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The city of Marianopolis was nothing more than one huge pile of rubble after the siege and subsequent capture by the Communists in the previous series of days with a significantly high death toll along with mass suffering for the citizens who had to struggle to get out of the warzone alive. The majority of people who were in the Emperor's Bunker had successfully fled to Lamoni while some such as General Calliverin stayed behind to wage war against the Red Beasts. When they had failed in their attempt to obtain victory, Calliverin committed suicide after writing one last letter to his loved ones. It is said that this letter was filled with vehement anti-Communism and no regrets about his use of chemical warfare. His suicide officially brought an end to most resistance in the city albeit a few scattered groups of soldiers continued to fight regardless but were all crushed as the Communists marched into the city and officially took it.

The People's Republic of Myakka had been declared days later with the Monarchists holding out in the town of Port Beza and in other small and scattered landholdings. It was George Norden who declared that the Monarchists would surrender amidst calls for the continuation of the war from Lucian Caret. Norden was later given a show trial and executed in a Communist labor camp while Caret fled to Lamoni. The People's Republic of Myakka soon annexed the rest of Myakka and the entire island nation became the newest Communist nation on the block. It was well known that a nationwide purge was declared days after this with thousands of people being imprisoned or dying in mass executions.

Thomas Millone created Unit 432 as a means of enhancing Myakkan military technology but did not know that the Unit was secretly deviating from this mission under the guidance of the Good Doctor, Anton Raytel. The Good Doctor officially made himself and his Unit independent from the Communists whom he paid only mere lip service towards. It was unknown if he was still a Communist. Unit 432 had a countryside complex filled with about 70 or so prisoners who were tortured and raped daily and they even were experimented on in brutal and horrid experiments that make many people vomit upon learning about them. The Emperor and Empress were imprisoned here and it was here that Gaspard Varan, as he was called, was hanged in front of his wife and the other prisoners after a show trial. His wife, Laney, was thus subjected to the experiments of the Good Doctor and the forced lesbian orgies that the guards made the female prisoners do for their cruel pleasure. Unit 432's experiments included the transfusion of animal blood into humans, the study of untreated rabies in humans, the amputation of limbs which were then put back on but on the opposite sides, the amputation of arms and legs which saw legs put onto where arms were supposed to be, and the dipping of living people in vats of liquid nitrogen and certain acids. Some prisoners were even burned alive in tubs of very hot water so that the scientists could study the effects which included the melting of the skin according to Raytel's notes. His notebook was such a horrid read that one would spend most of their time vomiting rather than reading it. The prison complex was surely Hell on Earth. Even the nurses and reluctant doctors who refused to take part in the experiments were beaten, raped and experimented upon. Prisoners who died were replaced by local prostitutes and their corpses were dumped into a large hole in the fields. Laney Varan, as they called her, sat in her cramped cell with nothing to wear but torn white rags. Her entire body was covered in scars since she was just recently flogged for disobedience. Her eyes were red from all the bitter tears that had came from her eyes and her skin was very pale. She had nightmares every night and heard voices telling her to kill herself and leave this world. The voices, yes, she heard them almost every day now. "Leave, Laney. Go and see Gaspard."

Laney did not want to die, though. She had some sense of determination within her that told her of the possibility of a rescue....but who would come to Hell and rescue lost souls? The Monarchists would not. Would the foreigners? Do the foreigners know about the prison complex? If they did, did they care what went on inside? Did they care about the experiments? Of the grotesque mutiliations? Of the horrid amputations? The forced orgies? The Hell on Earth? She looked outside in the one little barred window that she had and sighed as she held on very tightly to the bars. "Someone save me. Someone come and save us all. Won't someone come to Hell?"

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The Good Doctor opened the notebook on his desk and smiled as he began writing notes while examining pictures of dead prisoners who had been dissected by scentists. Their intestines sprawled out all over the tables with blood flooding the room so that it reached up to the ankles in some instances. Some prisoners were even drowned in the blood of other prisoners. Children as well were operated upon. There was no mercy for anyone except for those women and female children kept as comfort women by the guards and so called scientists. One child, a fourteen year old girl, avoided experimentation by taking part in the operations. At one point she fainted when she took a man's beating heart into her hands. The girl in question was one of the few saved souls, that is, those people spared from the horrid experiments. However, the saved souls were in limbo. They could easily fall back into Hell.

The Good Doctor noticed that one of his assistants came into the room with some more notes about the recent rash of experimentary abortions that were conducted. Women would be raped and then abortions would be conducted in sets of months by force and with probably no anesthetic although some of the favored girls did get the full amount. The Good Doctor looked through the notes and smiled. "Continue with the experimentary abortions. Add some girls with the women."

The assistant nodded and walked out of the room just as another assistant came into the room with some notes on experiments focusing on inedia and the drinking of only sea water. The Good Doctor took these notes and read through them. Inedia is the alleged ability to live without food. The experiments were conducted to see if people had this ability which often resulted in people wasting away as skeletons with skin. The Good Doctor recommended the continuation of the experiments with children and the elderly added in. The assistant nodded and left the room before one last assistant walked into the room with his own notes. These notes happened to be on the study of corpses and contained references to soldiers committing necrophilia on women that they killed while attempting to rape. The Good Doctor read the notes in silence before sending the scientist away. He then closed his notebook and smiled. "Soon we will have the answers."

OOC: Lynion/Romandeos, you can send your men now.

Near the capital

Rathma looked around as he watched a Red partol went past him. His eyes darted about as his skin was covered with green and brown paint as he hid amonges the trees waiting for a kill. The wind blew gently pass him as he let the partol go pass to avoid a fire fight. He pulled himself out from the tree as he went back into the jungle and through the dense area towards their base.

"Cla'sh," whispered Rathma in a Lynion accent.

"Im'per'il," replied a voice.

Rathma came forward as he climb into the camp passing Jonathan their captain. He looked around as the sentry gave him the thumps up as the radio came alive.

"We just got word we'll be bugging out of the country soon. We just need the intel in the capital because we need to go through the city to get out of the country," explained Jonathan.

OOC: Don't do the attack yet, Lynion, until Romandeos gets posting. This post here could serve as filler.

The Good Doctor went on his nightly walk around the complex to examine the prisoners of Unit 432's inhumanity with a smile on his face as he looked at the suffering masses decaying in their cramped cells. He could hear them crying and weeping but replied merely by drowning them out by whistling an old folk tune. How ungrateful could they be? Did they not know he was doing all of this for them? For Myakka? Eventually he decided to pay the Empress a visit in solitary confinement. The Empress, by now, was nothing more than a battered and repeatedly raped woman. What was once the Empress of Myakka with all her charm and outgoingness was utterly destroyed. The slate was clean. The Good Doctor walked into the room and closed the door before walking towards the calm Laney whose eyes cast a glare at him. "Don't give me any trouble, girl."

He bent down to the ground and firmly took hold of her chin before pulling it towards him so he could study her eyes and the features of her face. Laney's only consolation was that the Good Doctor was not doing this in preparation to rape her like the soldiers did regularly at intervals. It was as if raping her became a mere pastime or even a wretched hobby that they could pursue with wet lips. "The eyes seem to be getting better." The Good Doctor said before ordering Laney to strip in front of him. She did as she was told. He smiled sadistically as he began poking at the wounds which made Laney flinch and moan a little in pain. The Good Doctor grinned. "Don't like that? How about this?!"

With a great move of his hand, he firmly stabbed something metal into a wound which cause Laney to scream in utter pain as she went on her knees with one hand clutching her injured arm while she muttered words under her breath briefly before the Good Doctor thrusted his foot firmly down upon her back with a grin; holding her down in this fashion. "You shouldn't be so troublesome. Do you want to spend time with your friends?"

Laney moaned as she tried to get up from the ground but, in her weakened state, it was relatively impossible and she knew this well. The Good Doctor finally raised her up from the ground only to mock her by kissing her hand. "Perhaps you would like to come to dinner with me sometime, Laney? I can assure you that the only alternative is to be....tossed around."

Laney nodded her head. "Just tell me when I will be eating with you."

The Good Doctor opened the door. "Tomorrow. I'll come to get you."

The Good Doctor smiled before walking out of the room while Laney huddled herself into a corner of the room with her head solemnly hanging in her hands. She knew that Gaspard was hanged, indeed, she saw it happen right in front of her. She prayed that she'd see freedom, see her children, see life once again. Cruel Fate!, she uttered, Cruel Fate!

OOC: Do you want Loyalists to intercept the assassin's?

OOC: Do you want Loyalists to intercept the assassin's?

OOC: Where are the assassins now?

OOC: in the forest near the capital.

OOC: in the forest near the capital.

OOC: The only Loyalists around there would be Foresters. Perhaps you could have them stumble upon a Forester camp? Also, I think we should create a new thread for any OOC.

OOC:

I'll be posting fairly soon, guys. Sorry about earlier, but I lost my 'Net connetion.

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I'll be posting fairly soon, guys. Sorry about earlier, but I lost my 'Net connetion.

OOC: Just post whenever you can. :tongue:

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It looks like he won't need to, guys! I've regained my ability to log on for now it seems, and barring further, unforseen issues I should be able to participate.

OOC: Go get 'em guys, once this opens up the SDF'll be back in to help y'all drop the hammer on some Reds

AKA Tag for interest

bumped.

It was time to go. Rathma and Jonathan lead the assassin's down the road, through the forest as they headed away from the capital. They knew it would be stupid to go through the city at this time. Rathma was a mechanised werewolf with the only werewolf form left in him were his organs, muscle's, his head, hair and his neck. The other limbs were nothing but as the Humans put it: cybrog. His eyes scanned the surroundings as his computerised eye sight positioned possible ambushes. Then he noticed something up ahead.

"Head's down," whispered Rathma as he placed his fist into the air.

Jonathan came beside him as they quietly went up and found a man with his back turned to them. Rathma turned into a werewolf (or what's left of it) and quietly snuck up on the man. He quietly pulled his bayonet and covered the man's mouth as he pulled him down. The bayonet was against the man's neck as Rathma whispered into his ear.

"Quiet now Commie," whispered Rathma. "How many are there of you?

The man did not seem to fear being killed as he simply smiled. "Commie? These hands of mine have been soaked in the blood of Communists for so long....I'm but a mere Monarchist. I'll take you to my leader."

The Monarchist camp was composed of a bunch of tents with fifteen soldiers including one fourteen year old girl who had been rescued by them during a skirmish. She sat on a tree stump, dressed in some light but warm clothes as the cold winds blew around her. When the man came with the Lynionese soldiers, the girl became nervous as her saviors pointed their guns at the unknown visitors. The leader of the group, a handsome young man with his soldier wife right beside him ordered them to lower their arms. "I see you've found one of our men. Tell me, what business do you have with us?"

Rathma removed the bayonet as his mechanised legs moved when he came to the edge of the camp. His four toed feet gave him more grip into the soil as the other 23 Lynion's appeared around him. His eyes scanned the camp as he noticed a 14 year old girl sitting on a lonely stump while he looked down on the camp.

"Interesting introduction Loyalists," started Rathma. "I'm Vamperial Guardian Knight Rathma, I'm in charge of these Lynion Assassin's. We've being going rough since the war ended several months ago or a year. We were just passing by when we came across your man, when we were meant to be heading to the coast to be picked up by a Lynion convoy,"

Rathma held his right hand against his sabre and his left hand against his pistol as he waited for his response from the Loyalists. His mechanised fingers tapped against the handle and the pistol as the others lowered their rifles.

Thomas smiled as his men lowered their weapons. "I'm sure that we don't have to resort to violence since we both look like we can be friends. Do you have anything to say to us? Feel free to speak your minds."

The fourteen year old girl, standing beside Thomas, was intently looking at Rathma's mechanical fingers which she found to be odd but yet she assumed that they could be merely replacements for his human fingers after some horrible accident or after some heated battle. She was nervous around him and his soldiers but felt like nothing bad would happen. Thomas noticed Rathma looking at the girl beside him and smiled. "This is Rachel. We rescued her from a group of rapacious Communists. Ever since then, she's been a member of our group but as a non-combatant. So....is there anything you require of us?"

Rathma noticed the girl named Rachel and jumped into the camp. His eyes scanned her for a second before turning to Thmoas. He listened to his words carefully but couldn't help wondering what the girl was afaird of.

"What are you scared of Rachel?" asked Rathma softly before he turned to Thomas. "We were just passing by. It's interesting how you have all gathered here. What are you lot waiting for? We can take you with us to Lynion,"

Rathma noticed the girl named Rachel and jumped into the camp. His eyes scanned her for a second before turning to Thmoas. He listened to his words carefully but couldn't help wondering what the girl was afaird of.

"What are you scared of Rachel?" asked Rathma softly before he turned to Thomas. "We were just passing by. It's interesting how you have all gathered here. What are you lot waiting for? We can take you with us to Lynion,"

"I'm not scared, sir. I am merely curious about those mechanical fingers of yours." Rachel said with a smile.

Thomas smiled. "The only way we will leave Myakka is when we are shot to death by the Reds. We decided that it will be good to stand and fight for our nation rather than leave. As for Rachel, she is free to go to Lynion if she wants. Her parents were killed by the Communists back in her home village....she's told me this. Anywho, feel free to stay and relax here."

Thomas smiled before noticing Rachel going off to stand on the tree stump and examining her surroundings. "I suppose you'll be fighting the Communists with us, Rathma?"

Rathma listened to her for a moment and looked at his cloak and battle uniform. He watched her for a moment as the Lynion's took watch. His hands were quick as he undid the bottons to his cloak and opened it to show an armour plating across his torso and mechaincal legs and arms.

"Actually I'm more machine than Human but I still have that werewolf inside of me," replied Rathma as he showed her his armour plating. "It's handy when I'm in a fire fight and it tends to keep me at the same temperture all year round,"

He then bottoned his cloak up as blue light could be seen under the armour. The fingers closed the bottons as his four toed feet dug deep into the ground. He listened to his words then looked up at him in the eye.

"Ahh... you're going to stay eh? Hmmm... we might have the man-power to pull it off but it'll be risky. Before we can go, we need to make a raid in one of the prisons to rescue your Emperoress. You want to come and then leave? I will be fighting the Communists with you until we can get the Emperoress out of the prison,"

Rachel was amazed to see his torso armor and his mechanical limbs and shocked to hear his little statement about a werewolf being inside of him. She had never met a person like him during her short life as the daughter of humble villagers. "I'm amazed to see your full form and I'm curious to learn more about this inner werewolf you speak of. I'd love to learn more all about it. Never before did I think that I'd see someone like you...but I am not afraid at all."

Rachel smiled as she sat with her legs crossed in the lotus position on the tree stump. "I think I will let you talk to Thomas now, sir. You must want to talk to him."

Thomas smiled. "You are an interesting person, Rathma. I'm willing to work with you but are you sure that the Empress is in that prison nearby? If she is, I'd love to go and liberate her poor soul as an ever faithful subject. We'll stay here and fight even if we save the Empress."

Thomas' men cheered loudly. "Save the Empress! Save the Empress!"

Rachel smiled. "I'd love to meet the Empress. I've only seen her on television. Rathma, before you do go save her, perhaps you could tell me more about yourself and that inner werewolf. It's not every day that I meet a person like you." She took out a bag of nuts and began eating them with a smile. "I've had these ever since I was forced to leave my home...."

Rathma looked at the girl and then back at Thomas before thinking about his past. His eyes turned to the girl as he felt sorry for her for losing her parents. It shouldn't happen to a girl as young as her.

'She would've being your age when it happened,' thought his inner werewolf to Rathma.

'That's why I feel sorry for her,' replied Rathma in his thoughts.

"Thomas," started Rathma as he thought about the raid. "That prison is like Fort Knox. It'll be difficult to get inside but..." Rathma turned to Rachel and an idea came to his head before turning back to the others. "...we can get in but it'll be risky. I've seen the complex and we can do it but it'll take guts. The way we can get in is through the front gates is disguised as prisoners, but there'll be a few things that need to happen," finished Rathma. "We'll need several people to play as the prisoners and I'll have to be one of them because my mechainsed parts will give me away as a Lynion. However, that's up too you,"

Military Base in Mioya

Major Baldwin “Baldy” Fitzalan was a direct descendant of the white, European colonists in the first expedition to what was now Mioya. In the many years since then, the Fitzalans had stayed almost entirely European in ethnicity. He stood 6’0, was undeniably white and had short cut, blond hair, and blue eyes. His family was not a pack of racists; they just did have some pride in their origins, and tended to stick with the white community.

Baldwin was one of but a few exceptions to that rule. His fiancé Kuramoto Miyako likely had already begun worrying herself sick about him back at the apartment, like she always had every time he went to work since they had become serious.

It was perhaps because of this break with tradition that he stuck so firmly with the second big tradition in the Fitzalan family. Most of the men in the family served at least one term in the military. Baldwin had enlisted when he was eighteen years. From there he found he liked the Army, and had reenlisted first chance he got, volunteered for OCS, and was then introduced to the Special Forces Company as a 2nd lieutenant. He was still in the SFC, ten long years later, but now, he now commanded all field operatives.

His unit, unlike many in the Army, had seen real combat, but until now all unit operations had been in Mioya itself, usually against criminals, usually requiring just a few operatives in all, and usually quite simple all around.

Driving to the Delta City Armory at 4:00 in the morning he could already tell this mission likely wouldn’t be anything like the others. Security was unusually tight. The lone Private in the guardhouse had been replaced by a sergeant in full tactical equipment rifle included like they were expecting some difficulty. Fitzalan had no doubt the support squad, housed in a reinforced security area just inside the perimeter, was now similarly equipped. Yes, it looked like they were as he drove slowly by.

He parked his sedan in the underground parking area, and headed into the Armory’s main building, known to many as the Strongbox due to the immense structural reinforcement in its construction, and the high internal security. From there, he was met by a sergeant, who led him deep into the facility to the places occupied by the Republic’s top general officers in addition to the Command Center, the brain of the Republic Armed Forces. He expected he would be led to a conference room, and so, was mildly surprised when the sergeant led him to a private office, with some numbers and a name stenciled on the doors.

BGEN Eugene Benham, SOCOM

Brigadier-General Benham led Special Operations Command, the Command responsible, in large part, for intelligence, black operations and such things. Fitzalan had only seen the man a few times, and never once spoken to him. The sergeant knocked once.

“Enter!” The voice was stern, just loud enough to be heard clearly. Fitzalan moved inside immediately as the sergeant opened the doors. Even the Army’s finest soldiers didn’t dare keep SOCOM waiting, not very long.

“Major Fitzalan,” General Benham greeted as he looked up from some folder he had been looking through. “It’s good to see you here. How are you?”

“I’m well enough, General,” Fitzalan replied. Neither man saluted. The traditional salutes used in most Armed Forces facilities were not required in the Armory, the idea being that it would otherwise be impossible to get anything done, with so many high-ranking people moving to and fro and everybody saluting everybody else all the time.

“Well enough?” General Benham laughed and stood up from his desk. He was also a man largely descended from a European family. Bespectacled brown eyes, thin brown hair and lightly tanned but still obviously Caucasian skin showed that off well. “Major, you expect me to believe that? The sun isn’t even up yet. You’d probably like to be back home.”

“Sir.” The response was meant to sound neutral. Benham was not fooled.

“Well,” he said. “I’m sorry to wake you Baldwin, but I’m afraid you’re needed here.”

“Sir?” Fitzalan had been called into work at odd hours before, but this was the first time it had been SOCOM himself, and not some Intelligence officer, doing the calling. For a guy like Benham to be doing such, Fitzalan knew, meant that this mission was to be important in the extreme…and equally dangerous. While he was at it, there were no threats he knew in Mioya which could involve such perils, and so that meant the mission would take place in some foreign country. Given his nation’s recent activities…

“Is it in Myakka, general?” he asked. Benham nodded in reply.

“So you are as smart as they told me,” he said. “Good. You’ll be needing that intelligence if you’re going to come through this one living. The mission is in Myakka and before you have time to ask me, no, it is not in support of forces in Fort Sabrina, though if all ends as in the plan, you’ll be making contact with them eventually.”

Fitzalan nodded and Benham went on.

“When the legitimate government of Myakka fell to the Communists, the Emperor’s days naturally were numbered. He is either dead, or, soon to die in a Red prison. We have been instructed by the Communists to remove all forces from Myakka or they will be collected into prison camps and executed. I wish them luck if they wish to try that.”

Fitzalan said nothing. Good as they might be, his nation’s soldiers were in a bad position.

“Recently, however, we have received word that the emperor’s spouse, Empress Laney is living, and is presently being held somewhere in a secret camp. Until hours ago, we could have done nothing about that. Recently, however, we have come to have vital information regarding the camp’s most likely position. That is why we called you, Baldwin.”

“You want my boys and me to go in a rescue Empress Laney, general?”

Benham nodded.

“Exactly, Major Fitzalan,” he said, now more formal. “You and your unit will be taken to Myakka by aerial transport, parachute dropped in and vectored to the most likely location in Myakka where the camp is believed to be, and, upon locating the camp, affect a rescue, if possible, of Empress Laney. If she is not alive, bring out the body.”

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His meeting with General Benham was fresh in the mind of Major Baldwin Fitzalan as he looked down at his tactical combat boots, while standing inside the noisy cargo hold of an immense C-130 Hercules transport. With him, decked out, as he was in a full tactical load in addition to drop gear, were sixty-three fellow SFC Operatives. All were men and many looked quite young, physically. With an average of three battles under each belt however, it was safe to say they were all full grown adults.

His men had been on the plane for hours, the only break in the journey to Myakka being a mid-flight refueling. Now, thankfully, they were close to the drop zone. Soon, they would launch the single most daring mission in the entire history of the Special Forces Company in a strange and foreign land. They would go in carrying everything they would need, and kill the enemy with hot lead and cold steel.

He blinked as the thought of cold metal brought his attention to the small ring hanging on his neck with his dog tags. He had proposed to Myako before his unit left. He figured that it was time anyway. If he survived, they would be married upon his return.

“Sir,” his deputy commander’s voice sparked in his headset. “The yellow light is on.”

Fitzalan looked up and saw the yellow glass lit.

“Praise Jesus,” he quipped back. Then, he led his men through the process of preparing to leap from the Hercules to the dark land below.

Finally, he stood in the door, his static line properly hooked up, watching the light panels. He did not have to wait long.

“GO!” he screamed, as the green bulb lit, and jumped into the chill blackness.

Thomas smiled. "We could have some of my men masquerade as escaped prisoners or something of that nature although I'm assuming they may end up dead before they are actually put to any use. However, some of us will have to stay here and keep watch and also take care of Rachel here. I think I'll stay behind here."

Rachel was listening intently to the conversation while chewing on those nuts she relished. She dug deep into the pouch as she sat in the lotus position upon the tree stump with her light blue eyes fixated on the two men. Thomas' soldiers were anxious to get going on a raid since they were burning with intense bloodlust. They each had their reasons for continuing the struggle against the Red Hordes. Thomas also had his own reasons, his series of unfortunate events, but he never really wanted to talk about them too much. Out of the fifteen soldiers that Thomas had, ten would go out with Rathma and some of his soldiers. Thomas told Rachel that he'd be here to protect her and Rachel was very happy with that. She considered Thomas to be her leading savior. Thomas looked at Rathma and smiled. "Shall we begin our little gamble?"

OOC: We should have them link up with Mioya's men.

"Alright then," replied Rathma. "Me and seven of my guys will be prisoners so that makes Captain Longshanks the commander of the Assassin's until you guys rescue me and the others,"

Longshanks stepped forward. He was a vampire, ponytail hair and had a sense of strong and couragous spirit within him. He jumped into the camp and looked at Rathma remembering what had happened.

"With respect Rathma," started Longshanks. "You're part machine part werewolf and to any outsider, you'll be a gold mine to them. They'll be..."

"That's why I trust you to be captor and if I was taken away to rescue me. However, you're first objective is to get the Emperoress out of there and if you have time to come after me. Got that soldier?" snapped Rathma.

"Yes sir," replied Longshanks looking down.

"I think its best we get going," stated Rathma. "But before we go, I want your prisoners to hand their weapons over to you, dress up dirty, rag tagged and I want the captor's to be brutel to us,"

Seven men handed their assault rifles over their companions as Rathma handed his pistol to Longshanks while he prepared to be beaten across the head when they come closer to the prison.

The Lynions started their long walk to the prison as Rathma turned to the others.

"Coming?"

Thomas' soldiers marched along with Rathma through the woods while only about five remained alongside Thomas and Rachel to protect them both from attack. Rachel was still sitting in the lotus position on the tree stump while watching Rathma and Longshanks march away towards the prison. Thomas went into his tent to look over some maps while the other soldiers chatted among themselves about whatever came to their mind which was usually the raid on the prison. Rachel would think about the raid and hoped that the raid would be successful. She held on tightly to her scarf as the cold winds blew and adjusted herself on the tree stump as well as fixing the hat upon her head which rang a little since there were bells on it. Her parka did provide some good warmth. She was one of the many village girls swaddled by her parents in such clothes but Rachel did not really mind it although she'd be embrassed at times. Thomas, in his tent, was thinking about Rachel a little while he studied his maps since he led the rescue operation that saved her from rapacious Communist soldiers. Thomas knew that she was running from her burning house after the Communists barged in and brutally murdered her parents as she watched secretly from a hiding place she hastily made. Thomas, on the other hand, lost friends and had saved his lady love from a brutal beating. She was waiting for him back at the village he lived in under the protection of his close comrades. Thomas was fighting for her, for Rachel and for the entirety of Myakka. The small Thomasine Army was fighting for the cause of freedom and political salvation. Thomas eventually called for a meeting with the remaining five soldiers while Rachel stayed outside on her tree stump while contemplating the visions she had been having of her parents' deaths. They haunted her completely. They tormented her. Thomas could not save her from the mental torment that she recieved from the sight of seeing her mother's head bashed in and her father shot to death. If she had been caught, she could only guess that she'd have joined them.

Rathma and the others went through the forest as Longshanks came beside him. The company stopped as they came to the edge of the forest. Longshanks looked around as Rathma removed his cloak before handing his sword and pistol to Longshanks.

"Edward, I think its time we start this play eh?" smiled Rathma. "Beat me with your rifle and do the same to the others,"

Longshanks tried to swallow something in his thoart as he smashed the butt of his rifle across Rathma's face. The prisoners were thrown into the dirt as bruises appeared on their faces and mud across their bodies. All of the prisoners were topless as they marched into the open plains. But it wasn't before the Lynion's removed their ensigma's and kept the extra weapons when the radi happened.

Rathma's mechainised body covered his flesh as he was tossed into the middle while they marched towards the prison. Rathma felt his armour plating as he turned into a werewolf including five others. He knew he could die from this but he also knew they couldn't leave the Emperoress behind.

The prison's guards were unusually active on this night as if their superiors had suspected the existence of plans to raid the prison and mess up everything they had worked for in the course of their existence as Unit 432. The Good Doctor seemed to be wary on this night for some odd reason and the prisoners, including Empress Laney, could sense this and were hoping that a raid would occur for the sake of their salvation from the Hell-on-Earth they had been forced to endure for so long. Laney was stuck in her cell while thinking about the memories she had of her days as a schoolgirl and how one of her teachers would always make her laugh during the lessons. Remembering the good old days of her life helped to make life in the prison somewhat bearable. She could hear soldiers marching past her cell while she was thinking about the night that her beloved father, the Good Old Baron, would tell her amazing stories about the heroes of the Myakkan Empire before she slept every night and as they went for walks around the family manor when the birds chirped. "They say that the Lady Sabrina fought like a man but acted like a woman. She was certainly beautiful but so deadly that no man dared to even think about loving her. However, history does tell us that she did marry and had children. Certainly, they said, the man was lucky!"

Laney could remember how she'd giggle every time her father would do some impression of a folk hero including the women like Sabrina. Her father was well known for believing in the concept of Myakkan Pride and for instilling it in the minds of his children. Her mother was frail but pretty and usually was fond of the gardens of the family manor and everyone loved to gaze upon her handiwork. As she was remembering these days, she could hear the shouts of soldiers as the "prisoners" (Rathma, etc) were being led into the prison...well, she could hear the commotion from it. Laney would sigh and just continue remembering the good old days until she noticed Samuel Dura, the only guard whose attention she wanted, standing at the door. He smiled. "It seems we have new prisoners....but more work for me to do."

Laney invited him into her cell and smiled. "It's nice to see you, Samuel. You are the only guard whose attention I really love to have. I was just remembering the good old days of my life."

Samuel smirked. "Do they make you happy?"

Before Laney could reply, she noticed that some guards were telling Samuel to come to them. "A prisoner is wearing armor! Come see!" Samuel smiled, said goodbye to Laney, and then went to see the so called armored prisoners....

The group entered the inner part of the prison as they stopped outside of the prison. Andrew stepped forward as he bought Rathma forward on his knees. He had the 'captured' weapons of Rathma while the other weapons were given to the 'guards' as they came closer. Rathma looked up and noticed guards gathering around him as he watched them.

'This better work,' thought Rathma to himself.

"These are the only group we've found but we noticed tracks heading north. We suspect there's others but before we can track them, I need to get rid of these guys," pointed out Andrew.

"Scum wise," muttered Rathma out loud.

"What can I do with that one?" asked Andrew. "He's being bugging us all day and he has some sort of armour plating around him,"

"Well done Captain Obvious," muttered Rathma.

"Shut up!" shouted Andrew as he kicked Rathma in the stomach before pulling him up and threw him to the ground.

"Damn," muttered Rathma.

"Send this man to one of the cells and we'll alert the Good Doctor. The rest can be sent to cells as well since we'll be working on something to deal with them. You can go now as we'll take it from here."

Rathma and the others were taken away to their specified cells which, at times, had more than one prisoner within and Rathma, being considered to be some sort of enigma, was bickered about by the guards and scientists until they decided to send him to be Laney's roommate. They brought Rathma to Laney's cell, opened the door, and shoved him in so hard that he fell on top of the sleeping Empress who began violently pushing him onto the hard stone floor. The guards laughed before Laney stood on her two feet with a curious and angry look on her face. "I guess you are my room-mate now, sir but I would rather hope that you do not try to suffocate me like that again. I am the Empress of Myakka, Laney. Who would you be and why are you wearing that armor plating?"

Laney studied him and smiled. The moonlight had it made it possible for Rathma to see all of Laney's cuts and bruises including some fresh ones that had been made. She sat next to him and smiled. "They do horrible things here but the women like me suffer the most. We are in Hell now, sir, and we are all lost souls. Since you know me to be the Empress, tell me about yourself. Who are you?" For a battered, raped and tortured woman, she still had the same intoxicating aura of beauty and charm around her and she was still what they considered to be sexy after all this time. She simply sat there with a smile while waiting for Rathma to speak; her eyes belaying a sense of curiosity reminiscent of her childhood.

"Vamperial Guardian Knight Rathma Jonathan Lee Lynx of the 21st Elite Lynion Assassin," smiled Rathma as he got up while he raised his left arm up as it started to do something. "This isn't armour plating, its mechanised equipment and it has a few things and no I don't intend to do something sexual to you. I just do my job,"

Rathma looked at the bars as he studied the lock on the door as made sure his arm stayed as an arm. He turned back to the Empress and listened to her last part of the conversation as he realised something about them.

"Laney, there is always hope or my life would be pointless," pointed out Rathma. "Now we need to find a way..."

"Vamperial Guardian Knight Rathma Jonathan Lee Lynx of the 21st Elite Lynion Assassin," smiled Rathma as he got up while he raised his left arm up as it started to do something. "This isn't armour plating, its mechanised equipment and it has a few things and no I don't intend to do something sexual to you. I just do my job,"

Rathma looked at the bars as he studied the lock on the door as made sure his arm stayed as an arm. He turned back to the Empress and listened to her last part of the conversation as he realised something about them.

"Laney, there is always hope or my life would be pointless," pointed out Rathma. "Now we need to find a way..."

"Thank God you don't attend to hurt me or anything for I've been through enough of that already ever since I was first brought here. I do say that I'd be interested in learning more about that mechanized equipment of yours sometime, Rathma."

Laney looked at him and studied him. He was an interesting man and the only time she'd heard of people like him was in science fiction stories. She was not scared of him at all though because she felt like he was a pretty good person who was here to help her and possibly the other prisoners and the sympathetic guard as well.

"How would your life be pointless? Have you suffered? You must have to get that equipment on you."

Laney smiled at Rathma. "Are you planning to help me and all the others get out of here? I'm sure that you'll be taken to one of the experimentation rooms so you better hurry and find a way because they really do experiment on people here. Luckily I'm spared....but unfortunately they make me into a mere sex object to use whenever they feel like it."

Laney sighed. "Rathma....if you do save me from this place.....I will be forever in your debt."

"It just holds the flesh in. Picture it like an outer defensive skin that helps me move faster and see better. What I meant by hope is because I've got a job to do now and it somehow involves this blasted prison," replied Rathma.

Rathma looked at her rags and nodded his head. He felt sorry for her but ignored the question about how he got those wounds. Rathma then back to his job as he started to study the lock and figured out how he was going to get out.

"We just need to draw the guards...." whispered Rathma. "How often do the guards get in here?" asked Rathma.

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Outside the Prison, a lone Lynion sniper had noticed a landing of men nearby. He wasn't worried about them so he came other the group and noticed they weren't Commie's or Loyalist. He hid behind a bulkly tree and sat his sniper rifle next to it for a moment.

"Who are you?" asked the Lynion.

"It just holds the flesh in. Picture it like an outer defensive skin that helps me move faster and see better. What I meant by hope is because I've got a job to do now and it somehow involves this blasted prison," replied Rathma.

Rathma looked at her rags and nodded his head. He felt sorry for her but ignored the question about how he got those wounds. Rathma then back to his job as he started to study the lock and figured out how he was going to get out.

"We just need to draw the guards...." whispered Rathma. "How often do the guards get in here?" asked Rathma.

"I must say that you look like one of those half cyborgs or something you hear about in a science fiction story but I'm not really afraid of you so don't hesitate to talk to me or anything. As for the guards, they usually get here by simply using their keys. This is solitary confinement really but they do drag me out of here to do....things."

Laney sighed as she looked at the multitude of wounds that covered her entire body and felt depressed but yet kept some sort of happiness up around Rathma. "I think you could draw the guards by doing something. I'd let you do something to me, physical or sexual, if only it would draw the guards since they usually come whenever there is noise in a cell. Just do it, Rathma....just do it."

Laney smiled at him. "Just don't hurt me too much, alright?"

OOC:

Expect a post soon, folks. Writing it now.

Rathma looked at Laney and took pity on her as he sat down beside her.

"I won't hurt you badly," started Rathma. "Just enough to get the guards attention,"

Rathma looked at the others and gave them four then three finger signal before turning back to Laney. He looked into her eyes as he started to kiss her gently then on and on until he started to notice the guards were coming around the cell.

"Don't mind the hand Laney," stated Rathma as his right hand came between them and was mistaken for making moves on Laney. "Its our ticket out of here,"

Rathma's hand suddenly turned into a different device as he kept kissing her but yet making it look like he was going to rape her.

In the Woods outside the Camp

Major Fitzalan and his men had been on the march almost constantly since they had come in secret to Myakka. They had moved quickly, but precisely, constantly seeking the target location, while simultaneously taking care to leave no sign they were in country. No signs had been left. On the rare times they made camp no fires were lit, food was gathered from local sources where possible, to decrease garbage output, and on the one occasion when a local person, a young man, saw them…he did not live to tell about it.

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“He’s running! Drop the bastard!”

Corporal Nicolas Mauntell, easily one of The Company’s best snipers, dropped down and lifted his scoped SG-552 assault rifle in a single fluid motion, firing a single rifle bullet at his target. The round hit the man squarely between the shoulders with a thud. He stopped instantly, staggering forward and stumbling, before falling on his face in the dirt.

Mauntell made no visible reaction to his kill, but set about replacing the spent round as a light detail of men set about dealing with the corpse.

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Mauntell was among those on point again as The Company finally closed in on the camp’s location, helping to guide the main force to the main target. He and nine others drifted out in the shadows just beyond the camp while the main force made cold camp not too distant in the woodlands.

“Who are you?”

Mauntell pivoted in place and brought his rifle up, cursing his single-mindedness. Letting his mind focus too much on one target-the prison-had left him vulnerable.

“Who the devil are you?” he demanded in a low, harsh tone.

"Keep quiet man," replied Jaxson as he came out with his sniper rifle in his hand. "We're in the middle of a raid at the moment,"

Jaxson looked at the men around him as he listened to the radio nearby. He bent over and tuned the frequencies in as a response was coming over the airwaves.

"I'm Vamperial Knight Jaxson, sniper of the 22nd Lynion Assassin Company. Who are you? You're not Commie," stated Jaxson.

Rathma looked at Laney and took pity on her as he sat down beside her.

"I won't hurt you badly," started Rathma. "Just enough to get the guards attention,"

Rathma looked at the others and gave them four then three finger signal before turning back to Laney. He looked into her eyes as he started to kiss her gently then on and on until he started to notice the guards were coming around the cell.

"Don't mind the hand Laney," stated Rathma as his right hand came between them and was mistaken for making moves on Laney. "Its our ticket out of here,"

Rathma's hand suddenly turned into a different device as he kept kissing her but yet making it look like he was going to rape her.

It can be said that Laney was nearly raped by every guard in the prison with the exception of the one guard who tried to protect all the prisoners whenever he could since he was forced to work at the prison and did not join in any of the rapes. Laney did not mind being "raped" by her room-mate since it was only part of a plan to save her from true torment and to get her out of the Hell on Earth that was the prison. She began to scream loudly and eventually the screams were heard by the sympathetic guard and several of his less than virtuous colleagues. The guards began to pull Rathma off of Laney in the name of "common decency" which made Samuel, the sympathetic guard, smirk since they were being quite ironic just then. Samuel got into the cell to counsel Laney while the other guards were attempting to beat Rathma up since, after all, they were the ones who enjoyed Laney and who did not want anyone else to do so.

Suddenly, without warning, Laney pulled Samuel down into the ground and held him down before a great blast thrusted the other guards out of the cell with tremendous force. When Samuel rose from the ground, he saw the effects of the blast and uttered: "What was that?"

Mauntell grunted. He already disliked this man.

"We're distant enough not to be heard," he said, though dropped his volume a little. "We are Mioyans, here to rescue the unfortunates in that prison."

Meanwhile, the man leading Mauntell's section had sent two men back to find Major Fitzalan and report to him on what was happening.

Rathma raised his arm and blasted the guards off him with the force of a hurricane. He stepped up as he blasted them again forcing one to lose his head.

"Beat them to hell!" shouted a Lynion as he started to pick the lock to his cell door.

Rathma punched another in the stomach before blasting the locks apart. The Lynion's broke out and gathered the weapons off the fallen guards as Rathma looked around the prison. The Assassin's had gathered the equipment and took sentry duty as Rathma went back. He looked down at Laney as he noticed a guard standing over her. He pointed the blaster at the guards face before taking a moment.

"I have a feeling your some what related to Laney. Why should I spare your life?" asked Rathma as the other Assassin's shot a single round into the guards.

Meanwhile outside

Andrew and the others wondered over to nearby jeeps as they chatted amongest themselves while Rathma was in the prison. The others tried to cheer him up as they loaded their Styer's incase something was going to go wrong.


Nearby

"This is Liberator calling Big Daddy. Mumma and uncle are following us close behind. Standby," came a voice over the radio.

"The prison is already being raided and we need extra hands to help get our boys out. I'll give you sniper fire as cover while you break in. Lynion Assassin's are dressed in jungle camo gear with a slouch hat on their heads and they'll look like guards when they're not," started jaxson as he raced back to his position. "We can transport coming to pick us up in 10 minutes,"

Rathma punched another in the stomach before blasting the locks apart. The Lynion's broke out and gathered the weapons off the fallen guards as Rathma looked around the prison. The Assassin's had gathered the equipment and took sentry duty as Rathma went back. He looked down at Laney as he noticed a guard standing over her. He pointed the blaster at the guards face before taking a moment.

"I have a feeling your some what related to Laney. Why should I spare your life?" asked Rathma as the other Assassin's shot a single round into the guards.



Before Samuel could even reply to Rathma, Laney placed herself in front of Rathma and his gun so that she would take the blunt of any attack on the guard who worked to save her and the other prisoners from their daily torment. "I demand that you spare his life, Rathma. This man has never harmed me or any of the prisoners and has done everything he can to protect us."

Samuel got up from the ground and looked at Laney continued to stand in front of him and with a smile she placed her hands on Rathma's blaster and tried to move it away. "If you feel like you must kill him then you will kill me as well for I shall not allow a virtuous soul to be extinguished when it hath done nothing wrong. If you wish to shoot, then do it."

Laney looked at Samuel and spoke to him softly in Myakkan. "Samuel....if he does shoot...then I must thank you in advance for all that you have done."

Rathma looked into the eyes of Samuel and Laney as flashbacks came over him. He could see his wife back at him, his three children and his parents entering the room. It went back further as he saw himself standing in front of his wife while a pirate aimed a pistol at them before going back to the flashback that haunted him for life. He saw himself jump off a bridge with Vamp behind him but two plasma cords ripped off his limbs, badly damaged his body and eye sight. He shocked his head as he came back to reality.

"I've got no intentsion of seperating you but I can't promise what the men outside will do," replied Rathma as a tear came down his cheek before removing his cloak and shirt. "Take off your shirt and put these on. They'll think your Lynion and our boys won't shoot you. Stay close and lets go,"

Rathma watched for a moment as his skin was quickly being engulf by armour plating including his head and lower torso parts of the body. His helmet allowed him to breath through the nose and mouth but gave him strong covering. He was handed an assault rifle as they started to go through the pirson.

IC:

Mioya's best soldiers were used to moving fast. Within thirty minutes the men had begun consolidating, and, were preparing to move in. It was decided that Major Fitzalan and most of the men would head in as a strike force but that a light force of twenty men would remain outside the wire. These men would be manning scoped rifles, three GPMGs, and three light 52mm mortars.

Moving to take advantage from the disturbance coming from inside they went in harsh and fast, seeking to utilize speed, aggression, and surprise.

Men rushed the wire covered by smoke rounds from the mortars, cutting it as intended in the original plannings, using heavy rubber-coated gloves, and bolt removers insulated with special shielding. The men on the GPMGs fired heavily into the guard towers, aiming to suppress or kill any inside. The snipers would keep an eye on the men following Fitzalan inside.

"I've got no intentsion of seperating you but I can't promise what the men outside will do," replied Rathma as a tear came down his cheek before removing his cloak and shirt. "Take off your shirt and put these on. They'll think your Lynion and our boys won't shoot you. Stay close and lets go,"

Rathma watched for a moment as his skin was quickly being engulf by armour plating including his head and lower torso parts of the body. His helmet allowed him to breath through the nose and mouth but gave him strong covering. He was handed an assault rifle as they started to go through the pirson.

Laney was certainly relieved that Samuel would be spared thanks to her intercession on his behalf but she could not help but notice that what she had done reminded Rathma of some awful and dreaded event from his past as she noticed the tear coming down his cheek. She did not ask him about it but silently watched Samuel change his clothes. Although she was mostly devoted to her deceased husband still, she had to admit that he did have some appealing features. The prisoners that the group saw were trying to get Rathma to free them and some of them tried to get Samuel's attention. "There are children in this prison, Rathma." Samuel said. "Plenty of them. Many of them were simply taken from their homes. We need to help them as well."

As they ran through the prison, they could hear the screams of a young woman as she was being sexually assualted by some guards. Laney felt awful as she remembered the visions of her own experiences. Samuel nudged Rathma. "Don't just stand there, save her!"

"I want everyone to take the prisoners up to the surface, I'll find the children and get them out," shouted Rathma as he pulled the guard off the girl and blasted six rounds into the guards head.

"Yes sir!" replied Lieutenant Olive as he ushered the group to the surface.

Corporal Amy stayed behind as she followed Rathma to help him out with the children while the others went to the surface. The pair rushed through the cells and holding cells freeing many of the children as they could before they were fired upon by the guards.

"Amy, we need to get the hell out of here!" shouted Rathma.

Amy took a wounded teenager into her arms as they ran up the staircase towards the surface. They could hear gunshots as the guards were being dirverted to the surface.

On the surface

The sword felt heavy as the first of the shells landed around them as they turned on the Communist Guards. Longshanks watched the building as Rathma and the others managed to get out in time.

'They're alive,' thought Longshanks to himself as they were being attacked.

IC post coming soon.