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Iron Fist: Rise of a Regime, Rise of a Rebellion
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StarWarsFanatic12
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Apr '07
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Date Posted:
11/1/07 5:35pm
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RE: Iron Fist: Rise of a Regime, Rise of a Rebellion
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IC: Stephon
Stephon leaned back in his ergonomic chair, observing the TACMAP of the battle. His soldiers had begun their assault, and operation BARRAGE was about to begin. He jumped to a first person view of one of the soldiers with a touch of his finger. AST-445. He watched the soldier creep up to a house, then creak opon the door. A father sat inside with three children. 445 raised his firearm, and without warning, opened fire, tearing up the furniture with bullets, leaving nothing alive.
Stephon felt sweat roll down his face, and trickle onto his linen suit. All his life he had been one to sit back and watch, and learn. And now, through desicive action and... other assorted things, Stephon had climbed to power. All his life he had been climbing a ladder, and now at the top, he realized the ladder didn't lead to anything. He was stuck in the air.
"Sir, permission to begin Operation BARRAGE?" Stephon's radio bleeped.
"Permission granted Admiral." he replied, and then returned his look on the TACMAP. Minutes passed, his forces were pushing even further into the city, and it was almost in their hands. Then for a second, Stephon second-guessed himself. Was it worth it, was hatred and animosity of all USSR people worth these soldiers lives? He would have to find out. Seconds later, his radio came to life,
"Sir, this is Gunnery Sargeant Fenderson, Goddamn Commander, they're bombing their own city! Fall ba-" and Stephon shut off his radio. He didn't want to hear the screams.
About an hour later all the blips had gone from the TACMAP. Friendlies and hostiles. They were all dead.
People were huddled around TV's, trying to get a glimpse at the new TV broadcast that had just been put out by the Didactian government. A scared announcer nervously read the bulletin, "Hundreds of thousands dead. On the Didact's first push against the USSR in Kirov, a USSR missle barrage destroyed all of the city. Approaching peacefully, the Didactian forces came upon soldiers of the USSR, who apparently, despite warnings to lower their firearms and no would be hurt, opened fire. The Didact army apparently pushed through the city, and were about to reach the Eastern gate of the city, when the USSR, feeling all was lost, started their barrage, killing everyone in the city. Men, women, children. All dead."
People stared in horror, parents held their children close, who smiled and played having no idea what a horrible day it was. However, they didn't know the half of it. If society had known the whole truth, things would've been so much worse.
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Jolokia
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Date Posted:
11/1/07 6:21pm
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RE: Iron Fist: Rise of a Regime, Rise of a Rebellion
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IC: Barette Livingstone, Anarchist Spokesman
London, Theatre
"Maya...Maya Yubari?" Barette itched his head in a state of confusion. "I give you peace of mind, yet you still continue to grouse?" he purred youthfully. When does it end? He thought to himself.
Apparently, she was still in attempt to idealize herself as their savior, to be the superior still. Her logic was undeniably flawed, but she had guts. She was the only kind of woman he could ever imagine representing anything close to a threat, a threat to their shared ambition. They both had the same dreams, but approached them differently, he liked to note.
Mr Barette had a few things to say. He stood fully, not gimped by his earlier injury anymore...as a newfound devoutness dragged him to the center stage. His supporters gave him a worthy welcome as expected.
"Maya. What a pleasure!" he said, tongue-in-cheek whilst waggling the mic around his mouth area, "I've missed your grandiose conceptions, all too much."
He didn't take his eyes off her, for what he was about to say was a reply generally towards her claims in which he felt the need to justify.
"You misunderstood me," he corrected her, with regard, "I never asserted myself to be greater. I would also like to rectify that my 'preachings of hate and violence' as you so ruthlessly labeled them, were a clear indication that if we want to succeed and take a step forward, we would have to adopt a no-fooling-around attitude to make our intentions all the more eloquent!"
He turned to face her completely now. "So, did you enlist purely for the sake of insurgency, and to protest against our impassioned beliefs? Or, are you going to join us?" If she wanted to pick a fight, there would be another time. As the Anarchist spokesman, he had a greater total of loyalists and she would immediately be outnumbered if she tried anything mutinous against him or any of his followers. Though, she didn't appear to be that desperate to prove him wrong.
He wasn't intent on kissing up to the recruits because if they did share the same goals as he did, then they would already know that he wasn't going to treat them with anything other then admiration. Great minds think alike, he always thought. And if they were thinking in the same direction as he, then they were to be commended.
TAG: D_J!
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witchdoctor187
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11/2/07 7:42pm
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IC: Nathan West
Nathan walked further down the highway. Soon the crops on both sides of him disappeared revealing large fields of grass. This was a bad spot to be and he knew it, there was no place to hide now, if he was confronted he would just have to face it. He had been walking for hours and his legs were tired, what he would have given for some mode of transportation. Then suddenly behind him he heard the same noise as he had heard early that morning, it was a car engine.
“Well this is it” Nathan said to himself as the car drew up closer behind him. Nathan didn’t let his hands off his weapon, but instead he discretely flipped off the safety on his assault rifle. The car still drew closer, but Nathan never turned around to see who it was, they were all enemies anyways no matter what side they were on. He saw out of the corner of his eyes the car pull up to the side of him and drive along at a slow speed, keeping pace with his walk. Suddenly without warning Nathan drew up his rifle and pointed it at the driver.
“Get out of the damn car!” He yelled before he even got a good look at the driver. His yes then transfixed on the driver, it was an old man, just an old man. Nathan lowered his rifle and let out a sigh of relief, because there was no one in the anarchists’, Didact, or USSR that could be of any use if they were as old as this man.
“Whoa, hold on sonny, I mean you no harm, just wanted to offer you a ride” Said the elderly man. The man spoke in an American accent.
“Your American?” asked Nathan
“Of course I’m American. Now will you just put that rifle down before you kill somebody” Nathan let out another sigh. He opened the door and climbed inside.
“So where are you heading?” asked the man
“Well I was on my way to Paris, but I’m not sure how far up the road it is”
The man let out a laugh and looked at Nathan “Well your lucky I picked you up then, because your about 17 miles away from Paris” Said the man. The car then started moving again. They had been driving for about half an hour when the lights and buildings of Paris came into sight. It was still intact, still undisturbed by this war. The war had not spread this far into Western Europe, but Nathan had a feeling that it would shortly. They finally came to the city and drove through the large gates that had been erected prior to the beginning of the war. The old man dropped Nathan off on the sidewalk. He was now on his own again, alone in a foreign city, and looking like some kind of mercenary. He would be fine though, many mercs and bounty hunters used Paris as their staging areas, so he should blend right in.
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