NationStates Jolt Archive

"Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them." - Alice Sebold

Ever since the new regime change in Leichstur, the Prince's visits to the tests became less frequent, and with each test the guilt Dr. Metz felt when stories of the results reached the mass media and broadcast worldwide grew more of a burden upon him.

But he could not question his Führer. Now more so than ever. No one dared oppose him nor had it crossed the minds of many of his co-workers. He had once asked his assistant, Dr. Lincoln, what he thought of the Führer's enthusiastic interest in the project, and he had said "It is the greatest weapon that he could ever ask for. And I am certain the Führer will put it to great use in advancing the interests of the Fatherland."

He had never felt so alone in large control room. But to hesitate now would surely lead to suspicion. He would continue pretending to embrace all the evil this machine stood for gladly for now but he would never give up on the hope someone out there would nuke this weapon into the Hell that spawned it.


"Antennae deployed, sir.", said an officer from a row of technicians at their desks up to Dr. Metz who stood at the back of the slanted room. "Charge the transmitters then.", he responded but not directly to the officer, more so to the whole room.

A few minutes later another officer standing at a row of technicians bellowed "Transmitters charged to 100% sir!"

Dr. Metz cringed inside as he took each step down the stairs that were between the dozens of rows of computers. With each step closer to the console that lay at the bottom of the stairs and below the massive screen that displayed the location they had targeted, a small island off the coast of The High Republic of Erid'Lor.

When what felt like eternity finally passed and his footsteps that felt so heavy and loud to him were no longer down the staircase but taking him before the console his heart began to race as he reached into the pocket of his lab coat and removed a see through plastic key.

He now stood before the console, the beating of his racing heart filling his ears as he tapped a password into the console's computer screen and reached over to a button covered by a plastic box shaped shield. He unlocked the box with the key and he snapped back to reality so fast he almost felt like the wind was knocked out of him as his hand came down on the button faster than he expected.

Outside, on the large gravel pad upon which the many antennae stood proudly upon, small lights the size of Christmas bulbs that decorated the beams of the antennae flashed green.

The test had begun.

[OOC: Oo, perhaps now my post will gain some credibility. Then again, it probably won't really matter, since I'm more worried/concerned about my civil war. :p ]

OOC: Hold on... I'm thinking of the worst possible horrific stuff that could happen.

OOC: Send some rebels my way if they want to purchase a use of the weapon lol. Jk. Or am I? A few more tests and I might have to start background checks at the facility to keep out the spies.

The sun shone down brightly upon the small island of Orangea off Erid’Lor, with a population of 100. Formerly a pirate haven, it had been captured some years ago, and that heralded the end of the pirate threat in Erid’Lor; and now Orangea was going to make news again- this time in a far more sinister way.

The fishing town was quiet today; after all, it was Sunday. People relaxed in their homes, and small children played in the street; a family of three- parents and a baby- reclined, watching the famed beautiful view on the edge of a cliff on the north-eastern shore of the small island. Down on the beach, some people lazed in the Sun, while their children built sand-castles or surfed. A few unfortunate white-collar people had to work in the heat that made people drowsy and sleepy as the town drunks sang out-of-tune songs loudly in the bar. Joe the repair-men and Jim the plumber made their rounds.

None of these people could have imagined what would happen soon.

Almost as if an omen, dark clouds began to gather on the horizon, obscuring the smiling rays of the Sun; lightning lanced and blazed through the air, and thunder rumbled after it. Rain began to pour down- slowly first, then becoming a light drizzle, then a rain, and finally becoming a fully-fledged downpour.

And then… it happened. Dr. Metz pressed the button, far off in a land named Leichstur that Erid’Lor had no relation with.

People who were previously abandoning the beach turned on each other; mothers turned on sons, sons turned on fathers, brothers fought brothers, death burning in their red eyes; chaos broke out- pandemonium, erupting across the island.

It started with a young boy, no more than 7, who had been playing with his sandcastle but moments before; picking up wet sand, he hurled it at the eyes of his parent, who had not yet been afflicted. Howling in agony, the father fell down, clawing at his eyes, trying to get rid of the burning salt in the sand. Taking advantage of this, the son ran forward and stuffed sand down the father’s open mouth, continuing till the neck was packed with. The man’s eyes rolled up in his head, showing the whites of his eyes; the young boy ripped them out and licked them.

Now other people were afflicted too; a waiter at a restaurant smiled sadistically and ran into the kitchen, picked up some knives, and stabbed people- one in the liver, and dark red blood flowed out as he crumpled; another in the lung, so he couldn’t speak; another in the eye, and the waiter himself was killed by a bullet from the pistol of a policeman, who began to shoot people around him before he too was slain by a man who ran forward and broke the man’s neck in one fluid motion, cackling as he did so.

Joe the repair-man picked up his screwdriver, clambered down from the wall and then hurled it- his aim was true, and the screwdriver pierced his client’s eye, killing him instantly. The client’s wife rushed out wielding a shotgun and shot Joe multiple times- first in the leg, then in the stomach, then the chest, and finally the head. She then shot herself for no good reason.

Meanwhile, the family at the cliff fared no better- the mother and father hurled the baby out off the edge, and he cried and bawled loudly as he plummeted down, out of sight, then smashed into the water with enough force to snap his neck ten times over. Then they wrestled, grunting, sweat streaming down their back and eyes, until the wife deviously knocked the husband’s legs from underneath him and proceeded to knock him down the cliff with a kick. She then ran into town, intent on killing anyone.

Jim the plumber, having killed two people- the first by strangling him with the suction of the plunger, the second by ramming his face into a steering wheel and thereby breaking his neck- saw the wife charging at him and quickly ran away from her till he got back to the car. Pulling out a raw wire, he plunged it into her, electrocuting her, but accidentally doing the same to himself.

A fisherman on a boat was the only one un-afflicted as he returned to port; it should have got him but didn’t, by some lucky stroke- the same stroke which spared the Pastor in Stoklomolvi and the captain of the Master Exploder. Shocked as he saw his wife, who had been waiting for him, sprinting at him with an axe ready to strike, he dodged out of the way and watched, mouth open, as she plummeted into the sea.

Pulling out a shotgun which he kept with him at all times, he shot the next three people he met, all of whom had tried to kill him. The chaos around him continued for some time- a drunk killed another drunk with a sharp glass piece through the back of the neck while an office worker was flung out the window and broke his back on the hard asphalt.

Finally, it ended- the last kill being a teacher killing his student by impaling his neck on a javelin that they had been practicing with for P.E.

Breaking down in tears, the fisherman realized that he was alone on an island with no way of getting off- the boats had been set fire to- and no way to communicate, with all the phones and computers used to kill- including one man whose brain had been melted into a goo by the heat of the computer which had its fan taken out, and another whose neck had been slit by the same fan.

He decided that he would wait it out until the Navy arrived in three weeks- they came every month to monitor the area.

OOC: From here you can post your Navy's arrival and the spread of the news in your next post next time you get the chance. From there you can either somehow trace the test back to me, or something.

OOC: A post about your Fuhrer's frustration about there being no news for three weeks would be nice. :D

OOC: That would work too. Post will be up soon.

Normally following a successful test of his weapon, Prince Martin Leichstur II would be at his desk, proudly reading over the article in a newspaper and paying close attention to the estimated death count if it were mentioned at all.

Today though, three days after the successful test on the island of Orangea within Erid’Lor there was no news of the weapon's effects. He had almost every international paper that came out of Erid’Lor and none of them mention at all the massacre. Nothing even in the obituaries.

He had paid the scientists at the facility a visit and demanded an answer. Dr. Metz assured him the weapon was in full working order and that the desired effect definitely occurred. He had believed him to some extent, and he was beginning to understand why the news might be taking so long being the island is rather isolated.

But something about the Dr. seemed different. He seemed twitchy and no longer stood upright. His face looked exhausted and his eyes sad. Perhaps the project was slowly killing him. If that was the case, he'd find someone more up to the job of fulfilling his duty to the nation than Dr. Metz.

OOC: Bumped.

The frigate churned through the water on its monthly trip to Orangea; the briny sea spray reached the deck as the bow ploughed through the choppy waves. The trip was earlier than normal; there had been no contact for a week and some families of people in Orangea were getting worried. All calls, emails, etc. had failed to get through.

Or so it seemed.

As the clock ticked into 10:00 am, the captain stood, arms folded, in the bridge. "What's the ETA?"

"An hour, sir."

The Captain, William Erganeous, nodded and sipped a cup of instant coffee that he had just made, then started to pore over the news. He was always a little behind time on that, for some reason. Suddenly, he frowned. "Hey, Jones! Get the XO here."

A few minutes later, the XO appeared. "You called, sir?"

"Yeah... you ever hear of this place called Leichstur? The Eridite Times ran a special feature on it two days ago- I picked up the newspaper as we left port. Probably would make one of them uptight command bastards annoyed at me, but hey, you know this trip."

The XO nodded and chuckled. "Do continue."

"Seems that it's recently catapulted into the international spotlight- turned fascist, well at least the prince became supreme ruler to be basic about it. It's also attending that summit in Whiskeasy that Parallax is on now."

"Hmm."

"Oh, and apparently Stoklomolvi was accusing it of destroying a town because it detected radio waves from Leichstur that were massive, and then an entire town suddenly got wiped out. Only one man survived, and he shot himself, or so the report says. Stoklomolvi dropped charges later, though. Too busy on their own civil war."

The XO chuckled again. "I'd think that they'd be."

"Aye. Very curious, though... other nations found it too big a leap for Stoklomolvi to make."

The XO didn't say anything. "Is there even anything to say, aside from 'Hmm'?" he thought.

"Well, that was all I had to say- odd occurences are happening. Stoklomolvi... Orangea... a sudden pop-up of slavers all over... oh, and one of Leichstur's destroyers suddenly lost all of its men at sea. They seem to have brutally murdered each other."

"The times are a'changing," the XO snorted.

"Sir, ETA 15 minutes. Helicopter time," reported the radar operator.

"Right." Erganeous and the XO briefly saluted then went their separate ways- the XO taking over bridge duty, the captain off to the helicopter to observe.

Walking out onto the stern, he watched as the men loaded cargo on and a few personnel boarded, including some Marines, due to replace the 'police'- in truth Marines- that were stationed on the island and rotated each month. Such was Orangea.

As soon as the cargo and men were in, the helicopter's rotors began to whir as the air personnel directed and gave the "good to go" sign as the helicopter lifted up and buzzed towards Orangea. It somehow helped to simplify logistics- Erganeous wasn't sure himself. After his eardrums stopped ringing and the wind stopped blowing into his uniform, he walked back inside.

"If there's a phrase to describe these 'missions'- yeah right- (he rolled his eyes), it would be 'boring and uniform'," the captain thought.

OOC: Done and done. :)

OOC: I apologize for the delay I didn't realize you had posted.

Martin had grown bored of waiting for these people from Erid'Lor to discover his test. Usually it was an essential part of his ego to hear another one of his tests had bee successful and stirred some unrest and controversy.

But he could wait for now until another appropriate target could be found. He'd just left for the nation of Whiskeasy to attend some Humanitarian Conference to keep up public appearances and maybe stir some better feelings.

It would look better for a nation accused of murdering hundreds of people using radio waves to be concerned with Humanitarian Rights.

It was all just one big game to Martin and those who died in the test in Erid'Lor were just the players on the stage to him. And he was the director of the great drama they were performing. And the drama called for them all to kill each other.

It felt good to be in control.

The Ursavian-ran sattalite slowly circled the planet, it's high-powered lenses watching the unknowing people below. It was reporting average activity back to it's relay point, which was sent to another point, which was sent to another, which was sent to the source. Then it came across the island Orangea and the operators caught the interesting sights below. With a few simple commands the sattalite began to follow the rotation of the earth at a steady enoguh pace to stay above the island. Then the sattalite switched to a thermal viewing system and the people on the other end watched as life after life dissapeared from view. Upon the report of this sighting a 'wing unit' of F-35 Lightning IIs were mobilized in a staging area where they would be deployed as soon as any and all markings of their Ursavian origins were removed from their aircrafts and flight suits.


Fourteen Miles off of Orangea

"Spooky 2, this is Spooky 1: do you read anything on radar? Over." Airman Erik Sinka asked over the radio.

"This is Spooky 2: negative, we're all clear; over." Airman Bertalan Csonka replied.

"Rodger that Spooky 2, let's see what's going on; over." Erik said casually.

The two unmarked Lightning IIs slowly approached the island, not using their afterburners and flying just under five hundred feet as they started to close the gap between them and the island of Orangea.



OOC: Hope that's okay.