Kewen
14-01-2009, 12:46
ooc: Attn Anyone whos willing to claim they had a embassy inside my nation / any residents, anyone who is unwilling to claim any nationals inside my territory may join but at a later date, this is primarily for those who are willing to RP as if they had some of there people in my country, and embassy or anyotehr things like trade agreements etc..
IC:
The crowd cheered, as many ranks of neatly dressed soldiers, clad in black and dull grey, with streaks of bright gold and shining silver lacing there uniforms the soldiers of the Kewenic Peoples Army, marched through the streets of every city, there feet hitting the pavement, in every city at the same time, like a well trained, and drilled machine they paraded through crows of cheering citizens, as they preformed the yearly, and important Festival of Liberty.
Like a single cry, among the many hundreds of thousands the command to halt, came forth in every city, and troops fanned out into there positions, helicopters flew overheard, there loud buzzing engines, drowned out by the cheering of the crowd, from the skies, the soldiers appeared to form a giant letter, and across the nations in the parade grounds of each major city, a letter was spelt, and from space it read “ K.E.W.E.N ”.
On a podium, in the capital of the nation, a single man clad in basic garments, not sowing any sighs of wealth stood at the many mic’s presented in front of him. He stood still, and raised his hands, TV camera crews zoomed into him, and the cheering across the nation died out, as the big projectors displayed him in every city.
“My People,” He began, “As you all know, today is our gallant festival of liberty, the day we cast off the fake democracies of the world, the day we shunned ourselves from there corrupting influences, and when be became strong in silence”
A single man, edged towards the platform, while many others in the various cities of Kewen did the same, each a member of the unsuspecting crowd, wearing colour’s symbolising Kewenic pride, but each carried a bag, which was stamped, with a little known, but in time would be a feared, then extinct symbol, a sword, through the heart of a snake.
The Crowd, stood still, some cheered, most stood silent in respect, as there leader addressed them.
“Not long ago, my predecessors, under your bidding cast off our veil of isolation, and brought us out into a world, a world changed by the twisting times of fate, one in which many things have changed, We stand now, stronger then ever before, our achievements great, our people many and our names known.”
The crowd Whooped, and hollered while several dozen sleek military jets, swooped past cutting through the air like a knife. The last of the soldiers, and tanks came into the position, and as the crowd died down you could barely hear the idling of a few hundred tanks, such was the amount of people gathered outside the Palace.
The grey and white clad men continued to edge towards the podium, as onlookers in the Capital of kewen, Kewenica watched there leader. Other people in the many other cities, watched there leader from several high definition huge screens, which were placed at key points…
Soldiers, clad in the deep black and red armoured suits, made of a woven mesh of Kevlar, titanium and ceramic strands, to give a durable but strong armour.
One of the commented int other radio, which was impossible to hear from outside, “ Hey, Sarge look at that guy, what’s he doing” one of the man soldiers’ pointed out, immediately, on the screens of any nearby soldiers helmets displayed footage of the indicated man, provided by several cameras in hundreds of places.
“it’s a bomb!” one yelled in fear, well it could have been fake, but lucky for that one soldier, he saved many hundred of lives breaking out into a sprint the nervous soldier belted towards the man, his rifle firing noisy rapports into the air, the crowd instinctively dropped to there hands and knees, like a well trained machine, this was echoed in the other cities, but far to late.
Crack
The Grey coated man, sunk to his knees, and slowly toppled over, his last dying words barely a whisper as the cameras came to focus on him.. He had mouthed “ Action ” Simultaneously across the nation, hundreds of nearly identical men, stripped there coats of revealing bodies full of explosive devices yelling various cries of war, and death they detonated, screaming children and weeping parents were silenced. Bodies were flung like rag dolls, and buildings gave a silent groan as supports seem to break, and snap the crowd screamed in fear, and soldiers fought to flee, but death was Unforgiving.
Only four cities were spared any massive damage, as primary suicide bombers had been neutralised, leaving only smaller secondary bombers alive, to deliver there payload, most military bases and units were unharmed, the attack was aimed at the president himself, amoung others high ranking government officals and in general the populous of Kewen.
The size and damage of these explosions would of been obvious from space, but no news would escape the nation itself, communication from Kewen to the outside world was shut off, and inbound and outbough flights and mail rerouted to offshore holdings, or canceled anddestroyed entirely.
Three weeks to that day.
Antonio shook his head, and looked about his vision groggy and clouded, he immediately grabbed the side of the bed, and tried to sit up.
“Sir!” A young helmet less guard said, rushing forward to hold him down, as he fell back spasming in pain, “ Don’t die sir, not now! Not on my shift…”
Admist the pain, he smiled as he settled back down, wincing, he grabbed the boy by the neck, mentally noting he couldn’t be more older then sixteen, yet was in the army.. He would need to look into this, he forced through clenched teeth” What…happened boy..”
He young man gulped, and shut his eyes, as he began to talk, “ Suicide bombers sir, they hit every city, and every city was hit hard, if we caught the main bombers, which a few did the secondaries went off, estimated casulties at one million citizens, and your own general puts damage estimates at close to four trillion KSD.”
When the boy opened his eyes, he nearly wept, his fearless president, his iron leader with a mind of gold was laying back, crying, tears streamed down his face, and splashed down onto his various casts and supports, his eyes dreamily looking out the open wide windows, the faint smell of smoke, and fire could be smelt, and seen in the distance through this haze he asked the boy another question
“What about.” he gulped, and fought back another intense moment of pain “ My..” the boy seemed to know what he wanted, and hung his head down, backing away in shame.
“Sir.. Your fiancé, there’s no trace we haven’t found her body yet, and she was a secondary target, we fear sh--” He was cut off, despite suffering several broken ribs, broken legs, fractured skull and other injuries that would leave a lesser man dead, Antonio heaved himself out, and let out a anguished roar, birds in the court yard took up in flight, and throughout the hospital, residents and staff turned towards the shut off wing, and bowed there head in respect, they knew this was a harsh blow, he more than anyone loved his people, in the eyes of the world he was a militaristic dictator, and at a young age was usually deemed immature, but to his people he was a hero.
IC:
The crowd cheered, as many ranks of neatly dressed soldiers, clad in black and dull grey, with streaks of bright gold and shining silver lacing there uniforms the soldiers of the Kewenic Peoples Army, marched through the streets of every city, there feet hitting the pavement, in every city at the same time, like a well trained, and drilled machine they paraded through crows of cheering citizens, as they preformed the yearly, and important Festival of Liberty.
Like a single cry, among the many hundreds of thousands the command to halt, came forth in every city, and troops fanned out into there positions, helicopters flew overheard, there loud buzzing engines, drowned out by the cheering of the crowd, from the skies, the soldiers appeared to form a giant letter, and across the nations in the parade grounds of each major city, a letter was spelt, and from space it read “ K.E.W.E.N ”.
On a podium, in the capital of the nation, a single man clad in basic garments, not sowing any sighs of wealth stood at the many mic’s presented in front of him. He stood still, and raised his hands, TV camera crews zoomed into him, and the cheering across the nation died out, as the big projectors displayed him in every city.
“My People,” He began, “As you all know, today is our gallant festival of liberty, the day we cast off the fake democracies of the world, the day we shunned ourselves from there corrupting influences, and when be became strong in silence”
A single man, edged towards the platform, while many others in the various cities of Kewen did the same, each a member of the unsuspecting crowd, wearing colour’s symbolising Kewenic pride, but each carried a bag, which was stamped, with a little known, but in time would be a feared, then extinct symbol, a sword, through the heart of a snake.
The Crowd, stood still, some cheered, most stood silent in respect, as there leader addressed them.
“Not long ago, my predecessors, under your bidding cast off our veil of isolation, and brought us out into a world, a world changed by the twisting times of fate, one in which many things have changed, We stand now, stronger then ever before, our achievements great, our people many and our names known.”
The crowd Whooped, and hollered while several dozen sleek military jets, swooped past cutting through the air like a knife. The last of the soldiers, and tanks came into the position, and as the crowd died down you could barely hear the idling of a few hundred tanks, such was the amount of people gathered outside the Palace.
The grey and white clad men continued to edge towards the podium, as onlookers in the Capital of kewen, Kewenica watched there leader. Other people in the many other cities, watched there leader from several high definition huge screens, which were placed at key points…
Soldiers, clad in the deep black and red armoured suits, made of a woven mesh of Kevlar, titanium and ceramic strands, to give a durable but strong armour.
One of the commented int other radio, which was impossible to hear from outside, “ Hey, Sarge look at that guy, what’s he doing” one of the man soldiers’ pointed out, immediately, on the screens of any nearby soldiers helmets displayed footage of the indicated man, provided by several cameras in hundreds of places.
“it’s a bomb!” one yelled in fear, well it could have been fake, but lucky for that one soldier, he saved many hundred of lives breaking out into a sprint the nervous soldier belted towards the man, his rifle firing noisy rapports into the air, the crowd instinctively dropped to there hands and knees, like a well trained machine, this was echoed in the other cities, but far to late.
Crack
The Grey coated man, sunk to his knees, and slowly toppled over, his last dying words barely a whisper as the cameras came to focus on him.. He had mouthed “ Action ” Simultaneously across the nation, hundreds of nearly identical men, stripped there coats of revealing bodies full of explosive devices yelling various cries of war, and death they detonated, screaming children and weeping parents were silenced. Bodies were flung like rag dolls, and buildings gave a silent groan as supports seem to break, and snap the crowd screamed in fear, and soldiers fought to flee, but death was Unforgiving.
Only four cities were spared any massive damage, as primary suicide bombers had been neutralised, leaving only smaller secondary bombers alive, to deliver there payload, most military bases and units were unharmed, the attack was aimed at the president himself, amoung others high ranking government officals and in general the populous of Kewen.
The size and damage of these explosions would of been obvious from space, but no news would escape the nation itself, communication from Kewen to the outside world was shut off, and inbound and outbough flights and mail rerouted to offshore holdings, or canceled anddestroyed entirely.
Three weeks to that day.
Antonio shook his head, and looked about his vision groggy and clouded, he immediately grabbed the side of the bed, and tried to sit up.
“Sir!” A young helmet less guard said, rushing forward to hold him down, as he fell back spasming in pain, “ Don’t die sir, not now! Not on my shift…”
Admist the pain, he smiled as he settled back down, wincing, he grabbed the boy by the neck, mentally noting he couldn’t be more older then sixteen, yet was in the army.. He would need to look into this, he forced through clenched teeth” What…happened boy..”
He young man gulped, and shut his eyes, as he began to talk, “ Suicide bombers sir, they hit every city, and every city was hit hard, if we caught the main bombers, which a few did the secondaries went off, estimated casulties at one million citizens, and your own general puts damage estimates at close to four trillion KSD.”
When the boy opened his eyes, he nearly wept, his fearless president, his iron leader with a mind of gold was laying back, crying, tears streamed down his face, and splashed down onto his various casts and supports, his eyes dreamily looking out the open wide windows, the faint smell of smoke, and fire could be smelt, and seen in the distance through this haze he asked the boy another question
“What about.” he gulped, and fought back another intense moment of pain “ My..” the boy seemed to know what he wanted, and hung his head down, backing away in shame.
“Sir.. Your fiancé, there’s no trace we haven’t found her body yet, and she was a secondary target, we fear sh--” He was cut off, despite suffering several broken ribs, broken legs, fractured skull and other injuries that would leave a lesser man dead, Antonio heaved himself out, and let out a anguished roar, birds in the court yard took up in flight, and throughout the hospital, residents and staff turned towards the shut off wing, and bowed there head in respect, they knew this was a harsh blow, he more than anyone loved his people, in the eyes of the world he was a militaristic dictator, and at a young age was usually deemed immature, but to his people he was a hero.