Kharan-Serenno
30-03-2009, 01:59
Magharidhon, Capitol of Jantrek Territory
As the first sun barely began to rise above the horizon, two men dressed in KIA (Kharanai Investigative Authority) uniforms stood up, silently and solemnly stepping out of their landspeeder and making their way to the large gate of the walled city before them. Even from this relative distance, the dark smoke could be seen rising into the sky, indicating the devastation that had occured within city walls that day.
"Ahd Tema, Iko hoin'bar heyok advhenik'rik." The first spoke to the other quietly, "Tanokis ten e'Baliin bhu'rik. Atkwe neyok, Magharidhon a ten a so'Taris vid'khor."
(I've only been here once before. At the end of the War. And right now, Magharidhon looks like it did back then.)
"Ko ehem zhu'rik?" The other replied, shaking his head sadly.
(Who could have done this?)
About ten meters from the gate itself, they came upon the structure of the gatehouse, the Jantrek guard standing there, looking equally solemnly as either of the KIA men did.
"Wesuwegh." The first KIA agent said stoically. "Iki Agum ten KIA zoit."
(Good day. We are KIA agents.)
"Vhesuvekh," the guard replied, in a clearly East Siravan/Jantrek accent. "I'm sorry, but I don't speak Standard Kharanai. Galactic Basic or Jantrek are going to have to do. Which do you prefer?"
The two agents looked at each other warily for a moment. Just fifteen years ago, the Jantrek clan had been their enemies - the only clan to support the Republic in its annexation of Kharanai territory, in return for the Jantrek clan being given military support to invade territory of its historically enemy clans. And even after the war, and Kharan's independence the Jantrek clan had been very reluctant to cooperate with the newly established government.
Most Kharanai viewed at least the government of the Jantrek clan to be traitors, some radicals even calling for formal dissolution of the clan. Both of the agents had served in the war on the side of the Kharan Regor (independence movement), and were accordingly wary of the Jantrek clan as a whole, especially the city of Magharidhon, both the site of the final, bloody battle of the Great War, and today the headquarters of the Kharan Minaya, a radical minority party, with the vast majority of its support from the Jantrek, who advocated Kharan joining the Republic.
To the agents, using either language would be distasteful, but they had a job to do. The sooner they investigated this matter, the sooner they could return to their homes and families.
"Galactic Basic will have to do." The first agent stated.
"Alright," the guard said, "Well, to be honest, I'm surprised the government sent anyone from the KIA at all. The city's under lockdown after what happened last night. Security's pretty tight, but I can let you through I think. I just need to see some ID..."
"Here," both of the agents stated, showing their badges.
The guard simply nodded. "Ok, I'm going to open the gate now. I'm contacting the captain of the guard of the city right now to meet you inside. Obviously none of us were expecting this so ... things are a bit unorganized right now." Pressing a few buttons on his computer terminal, the guard caused the large durasteel gate to slowly grind open, taking somewhere near to a minute to finish.
As soon as it had fully sunken into the ground, the two KIA agents walked through, finding themselves now in front of a merchant quarter. Much had evidently changed in the fifteen years from the war, when this very spot had housed a large Republic base, which in the last days of the war had been subject to constant bombardment. Most of the structure on this side of the city had been little more than rubble by the end of the war. And now it seemed there had been great efforts to rebuild. All things considered, it must have taken a remarkable effort to do so much in such small time. Despite their politics, the Jantrek did seem to be a remarkable people.
The two agents remained silent, taking in their surroundings for several moments, before a man dressed in a uniform that the knew far too well from the Great War approached. He didn't even need to introduce himself for them to recognize him as who he was - the captain of the Maghridhon guard, successor to Tazhin, who had been one of their greatest enemies during the war. Still, they had a job to finish. Old grudges would only get in the way.
"So you must be the KIA agents," the captain said with a bow, which the two agents returned slightly warily. "Thank Lotrokis you're here. I was beginning to worry that we'd be on our own. And with the advent of the attacks, our main priority at present is security. We really don't have too many resources at this time to lend to investigation.
The explosions mainly went off in the South Quarter. I have a speeder that can take you there." he stated as he began walking down the street a block towards a parking lot where his speeder was located, "One particular neighborhood was hit extremely hard. Seven bombs detonated within a square mile radius. Very little structural integrity left. Around a hundred confirmed casualties. It's in a pretty dire state. We're heading there first, since there's probably the most evidence to be found there. The sector has been evacuated of survivors, but for the moment, the corpses haven't been fully removed for autopsy. Unfortunately we're understaffed, so we don't have the resources to take care of all of them at once.
Just warning you, I've been in this business for over ten years. I've seen a lot of gritty stuff, but this by far is the worst of it."
Sitting down in the driver's seat, he motioned for the two KIA agents to get in. "It'll be about a fifteen minute drive there. Aroka leaves?" he offered, reaching into a compartment in the front of the speeder and pulling out some pungent smelling small green leaves. Aroka leaves contained a mild stimulant, and the use of such was fairly common in Kharanai culture.
The agent seated in the back nodded, and took a handful of the leaves and began chewing them. The suns began to rise as they sped off together through the streets of the city southward towards the affected districts. There was an aura of desolation about the environment as they moved closer and closer to the bombed district, as the stench of smoke became more and more oppressive.
At last the speeder stopped in front of a neighborhood that now resembled a large pile of smoking rubble more than any deliberate structure. The stench of smoke and decay was overpowering, and parts of the ground still burned on from the smoke.
The three men left the speeder solemnly making their way towards the desolation. One scene in particular caught one of the agent's eye as he hurried over to it. A small girl, probably no older than six or seven lay dead in the street, a pool of mostly dried blood collected below the base of her head. She was dressed fairly simply, in native Kharanai robes, and a bit of jewelry indicative of her family lineage. Despite all the destruction around her and her own fate, the expression on her face was one of serene peace.
"She must have been asleep when the bomb went off." the KIA spoke, "She probably died instantly, without feeling a thing. Poor little thing. Who could have been so heartless as to kill someone like this?" Reaching down, he picked up her necklace and examined it. "So she's from Karidoris's lineage." he mused, "One of the Siravan families that settled in this area thousands of years ago, before the war between the two clans. Looks like her family was at least somewhat wealthy if they could afford something like this as an heirloom."
"Actually, this whole neighborhood is predominantly Karidorian," the captain replied, "Genetically the people here are extremely similar to Siravans, though historically, linguistically, and politically of course there's the differences. During the war, within the city, they were subject to some rather heavy discrimination because of their nationality. They never did fully integrate themselves into our society. And after the end of the war, a lot of them moved into Sirava territory, where they were repatriated with mixed results. Well, I'm sure you're well aware of all that.
Most of them who didn't have direct ties to the Kharan Minaya were accepted well enough back in Sirava territory, but those with connections to it, even presumed ones, were often met with violence. A lot of them were forced to move back here. Really quite a tragic story. Neither society would fully accept them, so they are exiles amongst exiles."
"So you think some of the Jantrek extremists might have done this to them, in response to their return to the city?" the investigator asked.
"Well, that would be possible, if it weren't for the large correlation of all the targeted areas to areas of heavy Minaya support. This Karidorian neighborhood seems to be hit the hardest, but a few native Jantrek ones were as well.
As well as this," the captain spoke, leading the agents around to the rear of one of the houses, only part of a single wall left standing. There, a message written in blood, probably from some of the victims, spelled out the ultimatum of the attackers.
"Kharan ahn Kurosii ahd'jhintrik'im! Torakh ahd omn Rebalikor bhu! Ehema Zang ten e'Teghor, tokan rara miktegh ahd Maghi Guwid heyok bhu! Kharan Minaya, Iki Redghastorii ten Lotrokis, ko ahd'vhizhtrik at gwidnrik Guwid zoit! Kognik'te a, Iki dhormik'nai, ahd temor Teyanii ahd'dhrukrik at Reikor Teyas ten Kapit ahd Iki tegh'tey! Ka'hoin Kharan Minaya atkwe a'reikhinor 'Reik ten Agum' ten gharikos Jantrek Rhiizh ahd'gwidnrik, e'Baliin* labrik."
(Kharan shall be be cleansed of impurity! Death shall be the fate of all traitors! This offering of blood is but a partial payment for the great evils done here. Kharan Minaya, we are the vindicators sent in Lotrokis's name to terrorize and destroy the wicked! Know that we will not rest until you step down and offer us the heads of your leaders as payment for your atrocities. Only with the complete dissolution of the Kharan Minaya and the illegitimate government of the bastard Jantrek clan will The Struggle* stop.)
(* "e'Baliin" is the same term used by the Kharanai in general for their former war for independence against the Republic.)
One of the agents shuddered as he beheld the message written in blood. He had never had any particular liking towards the Jantrek people, but this sight was just too much. "We'll find the ones responsible for this, and make them pay."
((OOC: At present, not exactly the greatest amount of room for other nations to come in, besides I guess commenting on the events. Fairly soon though, this will be a more international-based thing, so keep watching this thread if interested.))
As the first sun barely began to rise above the horizon, two men dressed in KIA (Kharanai Investigative Authority) uniforms stood up, silently and solemnly stepping out of their landspeeder and making their way to the large gate of the walled city before them. Even from this relative distance, the dark smoke could be seen rising into the sky, indicating the devastation that had occured within city walls that day.
"Ahd Tema, Iko hoin'bar heyok advhenik'rik." The first spoke to the other quietly, "Tanokis ten e'Baliin bhu'rik. Atkwe neyok, Magharidhon a ten a so'Taris vid'khor."
(I've only been here once before. At the end of the War. And right now, Magharidhon looks like it did back then.)
"Ko ehem zhu'rik?" The other replied, shaking his head sadly.
(Who could have done this?)
About ten meters from the gate itself, they came upon the structure of the gatehouse, the Jantrek guard standing there, looking equally solemnly as either of the KIA men did.
"Wesuwegh." The first KIA agent said stoically. "Iki Agum ten KIA zoit."
(Good day. We are KIA agents.)
"Vhesuvekh," the guard replied, in a clearly East Siravan/Jantrek accent. "I'm sorry, but I don't speak Standard Kharanai. Galactic Basic or Jantrek are going to have to do. Which do you prefer?"
The two agents looked at each other warily for a moment. Just fifteen years ago, the Jantrek clan had been their enemies - the only clan to support the Republic in its annexation of Kharanai territory, in return for the Jantrek clan being given military support to invade territory of its historically enemy clans. And even after the war, and Kharan's independence the Jantrek clan had been very reluctant to cooperate with the newly established government.
Most Kharanai viewed at least the government of the Jantrek clan to be traitors, some radicals even calling for formal dissolution of the clan. Both of the agents had served in the war on the side of the Kharan Regor (independence movement), and were accordingly wary of the Jantrek clan as a whole, especially the city of Magharidhon, both the site of the final, bloody battle of the Great War, and today the headquarters of the Kharan Minaya, a radical minority party, with the vast majority of its support from the Jantrek, who advocated Kharan joining the Republic.
To the agents, using either language would be distasteful, but they had a job to do. The sooner they investigated this matter, the sooner they could return to their homes and families.
"Galactic Basic will have to do." The first agent stated.
"Alright," the guard said, "Well, to be honest, I'm surprised the government sent anyone from the KIA at all. The city's under lockdown after what happened last night. Security's pretty tight, but I can let you through I think. I just need to see some ID..."
"Here," both of the agents stated, showing their badges.
The guard simply nodded. "Ok, I'm going to open the gate now. I'm contacting the captain of the guard of the city right now to meet you inside. Obviously none of us were expecting this so ... things are a bit unorganized right now." Pressing a few buttons on his computer terminal, the guard caused the large durasteel gate to slowly grind open, taking somewhere near to a minute to finish.
As soon as it had fully sunken into the ground, the two KIA agents walked through, finding themselves now in front of a merchant quarter. Much had evidently changed in the fifteen years from the war, when this very spot had housed a large Republic base, which in the last days of the war had been subject to constant bombardment. Most of the structure on this side of the city had been little more than rubble by the end of the war. And now it seemed there had been great efforts to rebuild. All things considered, it must have taken a remarkable effort to do so much in such small time. Despite their politics, the Jantrek did seem to be a remarkable people.
The two agents remained silent, taking in their surroundings for several moments, before a man dressed in a uniform that the knew far too well from the Great War approached. He didn't even need to introduce himself for them to recognize him as who he was - the captain of the Maghridhon guard, successor to Tazhin, who had been one of their greatest enemies during the war. Still, they had a job to finish. Old grudges would only get in the way.
"So you must be the KIA agents," the captain said with a bow, which the two agents returned slightly warily. "Thank Lotrokis you're here. I was beginning to worry that we'd be on our own. And with the advent of the attacks, our main priority at present is security. We really don't have too many resources at this time to lend to investigation.
The explosions mainly went off in the South Quarter. I have a speeder that can take you there." he stated as he began walking down the street a block towards a parking lot where his speeder was located, "One particular neighborhood was hit extremely hard. Seven bombs detonated within a square mile radius. Very little structural integrity left. Around a hundred confirmed casualties. It's in a pretty dire state. We're heading there first, since there's probably the most evidence to be found there. The sector has been evacuated of survivors, but for the moment, the corpses haven't been fully removed for autopsy. Unfortunately we're understaffed, so we don't have the resources to take care of all of them at once.
Just warning you, I've been in this business for over ten years. I've seen a lot of gritty stuff, but this by far is the worst of it."
Sitting down in the driver's seat, he motioned for the two KIA agents to get in. "It'll be about a fifteen minute drive there. Aroka leaves?" he offered, reaching into a compartment in the front of the speeder and pulling out some pungent smelling small green leaves. Aroka leaves contained a mild stimulant, and the use of such was fairly common in Kharanai culture.
The agent seated in the back nodded, and took a handful of the leaves and began chewing them. The suns began to rise as they sped off together through the streets of the city southward towards the affected districts. There was an aura of desolation about the environment as they moved closer and closer to the bombed district, as the stench of smoke became more and more oppressive.
At last the speeder stopped in front of a neighborhood that now resembled a large pile of smoking rubble more than any deliberate structure. The stench of smoke and decay was overpowering, and parts of the ground still burned on from the smoke.
The three men left the speeder solemnly making their way towards the desolation. One scene in particular caught one of the agent's eye as he hurried over to it. A small girl, probably no older than six or seven lay dead in the street, a pool of mostly dried blood collected below the base of her head. She was dressed fairly simply, in native Kharanai robes, and a bit of jewelry indicative of her family lineage. Despite all the destruction around her and her own fate, the expression on her face was one of serene peace.
"She must have been asleep when the bomb went off." the KIA spoke, "She probably died instantly, without feeling a thing. Poor little thing. Who could have been so heartless as to kill someone like this?" Reaching down, he picked up her necklace and examined it. "So she's from Karidoris's lineage." he mused, "One of the Siravan families that settled in this area thousands of years ago, before the war between the two clans. Looks like her family was at least somewhat wealthy if they could afford something like this as an heirloom."
"Actually, this whole neighborhood is predominantly Karidorian," the captain replied, "Genetically the people here are extremely similar to Siravans, though historically, linguistically, and politically of course there's the differences. During the war, within the city, they were subject to some rather heavy discrimination because of their nationality. They never did fully integrate themselves into our society. And after the end of the war, a lot of them moved into Sirava territory, where they were repatriated with mixed results. Well, I'm sure you're well aware of all that.
Most of them who didn't have direct ties to the Kharan Minaya were accepted well enough back in Sirava territory, but those with connections to it, even presumed ones, were often met with violence. A lot of them were forced to move back here. Really quite a tragic story. Neither society would fully accept them, so they are exiles amongst exiles."
"So you think some of the Jantrek extremists might have done this to them, in response to their return to the city?" the investigator asked.
"Well, that would be possible, if it weren't for the large correlation of all the targeted areas to areas of heavy Minaya support. This Karidorian neighborhood seems to be hit the hardest, but a few native Jantrek ones were as well.
As well as this," the captain spoke, leading the agents around to the rear of one of the houses, only part of a single wall left standing. There, a message written in blood, probably from some of the victims, spelled out the ultimatum of the attackers.
"Kharan ahn Kurosii ahd'jhintrik'im! Torakh ahd omn Rebalikor bhu! Ehema Zang ten e'Teghor, tokan rara miktegh ahd Maghi Guwid heyok bhu! Kharan Minaya, Iki Redghastorii ten Lotrokis, ko ahd'vhizhtrik at gwidnrik Guwid zoit! Kognik'te a, Iki dhormik'nai, ahd temor Teyanii ahd'dhrukrik at Reikor Teyas ten Kapit ahd Iki tegh'tey! Ka'hoin Kharan Minaya atkwe a'reikhinor 'Reik ten Agum' ten gharikos Jantrek Rhiizh ahd'gwidnrik, e'Baliin* labrik."
(Kharan shall be be cleansed of impurity! Death shall be the fate of all traitors! This offering of blood is but a partial payment for the great evils done here. Kharan Minaya, we are the vindicators sent in Lotrokis's name to terrorize and destroy the wicked! Know that we will not rest until you step down and offer us the heads of your leaders as payment for your atrocities. Only with the complete dissolution of the Kharan Minaya and the illegitimate government of the bastard Jantrek clan will The Struggle* stop.)
(* "e'Baliin" is the same term used by the Kharanai in general for their former war for independence against the Republic.)
One of the agents shuddered as he beheld the message written in blood. He had never had any particular liking towards the Jantrek people, but this sight was just too much. "We'll find the ones responsible for this, and make them pay."
((OOC: At present, not exactly the greatest amount of room for other nations to come in, besides I guess commenting on the events. Fairly soon though, this will be a more international-based thing, so keep watching this thread if interested.))