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by Ralkovia » Thu Aug 02, 2012 12:55 pm
Kirav wrote:This is NationStates. Our Jews live in Ralkovia.
Maudlnya wrote:You guys talking about Ralkovia?
*mutters something about scariness up to 11*
Releign wrote:Leningrad Union: Help me against Ralkovia
That's a Jew octopus with a machine gun.
I think I will pass.
by Allanea » Thu Aug 02, 2012 3:46 pm
by Allanea » Thu Aug 02, 2012 4:53 pm
by The Vorindun » Thu Aug 02, 2012 9:20 pm
Allanea wrote:Camp Alarica
Brigadier-General Fedor Koni watched dispassionately as his men handled the surviving youth troops. The creatures that had just now been menacing camp commandants and guards were now being stripped of any clothing but their socks and underwear, and handcuffed with narrow strips of hard plastic – every Allanean soldier carried a dozen of these brutal handcuffs for just such an occasion. Any who resisted would be beaten savagedly with electric shock batons or even with the boots and rifle stocks of Allanean troops. These creatures were not Fedor Koni's concern.
Elsewhere in the camp, portable field kitchens were deployed, from which a disgusting-looking, yet savory mix of meat and rice was distributed to former inmates. This was the very same food that Allanean soldiers ate every day in camp – perhaps not the best culinary delight, but a recommended thing for anyone working hard for extended periods. Combat medics already began to tend to the sickest inmates, and combat engineers were hard at work dismantling the barbed-wire fence of the camp. By the time they were done, the very walls of this terrible place would be extirpated from the face of the earth. Yet other Allaneans, armed with photo and video equipment, surveilled the camp to give posterity a clue of the horrors that took place here.
The Allanean commander had invited – he did not use the word 'ordered' in this context – those inmates who were able to assemble to meet with him, in a remote part of the camp far from where the captured troops were assembled. He spoke to the elves, standing on the turret of a BMD-4M as if it was a pedestal.
“Ladies and gentlemen!
I speak to you now as a representative of the United States of Allanea. As you are no doubt already aware, you are free to leave. Allied troops are even now finishing off the remains of the regime. The siege of the Olwean Renaissance has been lifted. The dark era of Vorindun is now drawing to a close.
Now I understand that you have been mistreated here beyond the imagination of a mere mortal. I understand that you have been subject to all kinds of atrocity. But I also know, from history, that there are always – in every terrible darkness which befalls sapient-kind – bright sparks of light and human kindness.
Therefore I ask you this, first and foremost: surely there has been some of these fell creatures who had not acted with the cruelty characteristic of a prison camp guard. Perhaps one in a thousand, or perhaps one in ten thousand. Are there, in your view, some creatures among these youth troops who had acted kindly towards you, and who, for some reason, should be spared? Name these few, and we will give them clothing, food, and let them go.
As for the others... I promise you this, noble elves. Your suffering will not go unpunished, the deaths of your kin shall not go unavenged.”
by The Vorindun » Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:15 pm
by Allanea » Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:20 pm
by Allanea » Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:23 pm
by Libertarian Governance » Fri Aug 03, 2012 12:08 am
by The Vorindun » Fri Aug 03, 2012 12:13 am
Allanea wrote:Encrypted Transmission from the Allaneans to Kaiser Karl I
Our requirements towards this Odoacer fellow are not instead of, but in addition to any requests you may make upon him. Do not show him this missive. Please inform us if you have reached an agreement with him that is useful to your goals.
We of course agree to the sum of renumeration to our allies.
We hope that in the future a better relationship with our allies can be built.
by The Vorindun » Fri Aug 03, 2012 12:15 am
Allanea wrote:Camp Alarica
“My friend,” - said Koni - “Let us do it as it must be done. You will go with my troops and recognize those that you believe are those 'heretics'. They will be fed, and given food and clothing, and will be allowed to leave the camp. The others will be punished. Perhaps, if you wish it, they will be punished by your own hand.”
by The Vorindun » Fri Aug 03, 2012 12:19 am
Libertarian Governance wrote:Encrypted Transmission from the Libertarian Governance to Kaiser Karl I
The Free Republic of Libertarian Governance has a couple of small objections. First, The Free Republic would instead of accepting this grant ask that said grant is instead provided to the Estanova Perkins Foundation and Free the Children in equal parts. We also ask that these two humanitarian organizations be given your permission to provide aid and assistance to the victims of this holocaust both Vorindun and Olwean.
Rear Admiral Ray Merkle
by Unilisia » Fri Aug 03, 2012 2:35 am
Tiami wrote:I bow before the mighty Uni.
Lackadaisical2 wrote:If it shocked Uni, I know I don't want to read it.
You win.
Kylarnatia wrote:Steep hill + wheelchair + my lap - I think we know where that goes ;)
Katganistan wrote:That is fucking stupid.
L Ron Cupboard wrote:He appears to be propelling himself out of the flames with explosive diarrhea while his mother does jazz hands.
Mike the Progressive wrote:Because women are gods, men are pigs, and we, the males, deserve to all be castrated.
Neo Arcad wrote:Uni doesn't sleep. She waits.
Lunatic Goofballs wrote:Collector: "Why are these coins all sticky?"
by Menelmacar » Fri Aug 03, 2012 2:53 am
by Menelmacar » Fri Aug 03, 2012 3:19 am
by Allanea » Fri Aug 03, 2012 4:01 am
by The Vorindun » Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:29 am
by Allanea » Fri Aug 03, 2012 4:01 pm
by The Vorindun » Fri Aug 03, 2012 6:50 pm
by The Vorindun » Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:03 pm
Menelmacar wrote:Cellblock 4-A
Brig, MIV Olórin
10,000 feet above Camp 'M'
The IYS officers taken in the liberation of Theodorica had not had to cower before their captors for long. They were immediately hooded, their hands cruelly ziptied behind them, and taken.... somewhere. Out of the administration building, that had been clear. Up a ramp, next, and forced into seats and buckled in. There had been the sensation of movement.... an aircraft perhaps? It hadn't been a jet, or a helicopter. Then a lot of walking. All the way whenever the prisoners lagged the elves had not been shy about roughly shoving or clubbing them along with the flats of their swords or the stocks of their rifles. There had been much said, but in the elven language of which they likely knew not a word.
When the hoods and zipties were removed, each officer was alone in a cell, in an unfamiliar place. They were being kept isolated from one another, in featureless small white rooms, presumably cells, that boasted only a cot and a toilet, both in full view of the heavy door, which had no window. The cells were brightly lit; in time, they would find this did not change, day or night, and it would quickly sap the ability to determine how long they had been held.
Their uniforms had been replaced by a featureless red jumpsuit; at their throats were a thin collar, which was apparently seamless and could not be removed without special tools. This was not explained to them at first, but the collar contained a tracking device, a device that monitored their vital signs in case of suicide attempts -- unlikely given the lack of anything in the cell that would serve the purpose -- and, in case of escape, a small gravitic pulse charge that, on being triggered, would neatly sever their head.
They would wait some time to be fed. When it came, it came delivered automatically in packets not unlike those of a packaged frozen dinner. In a cruel sort of poetic justice, the food turned out to be the same gruel that had been served to the camp's prisoners, and in the same portion. The elves had done their research it seemed, and seemed to have a streak of cruel humor. Mealtimes came irregularly, and the officers, now prisoners themselves, would be required to set the empty packet from the previous meal on the tray before it would be withdrawn and more food delivered.
After the second meal each prisoner was taken, one by one, from their cell, by two elven soldiers, hooded and ziptied, and brought to an interrogation room where they would be stripped and strapped to a chair. There they would recognize Idhrindiel, one of the Mornahossë officers who had slaughtered their men. Her helmet was gone, now, and she was wearing a fleet uniform, and was revealed to be a quite lovely elf with shoulder-length auburn hair and piercing emerald eyes. They could not think her beautiful, though; the depth of loathing in her eyes precluded it. For whatever reason, Idhrindiel nos Fithurin thought of them as less than insects. It didn't matter how young each subject was, the questioning always started the same; she had a wicked set of surgical tools on a tray, and a number of other fearsome-looking things whose function could only be guessed at. Idhrindiel would pick up one of the scalpels, and idly handle it, perhaps gently trailing the blade across her subject's face, speaking with a calm, almost scientific detachment.
"I know that you sold some of your prisoners as slaves, and shipped them out to other places in Vorindun or elsewhere. You will tell me where the records and proceeds of these transactions are, and how they might be accessed. You will tell me who the buyers are, how many elves they bought, and where they can be found. You will tell me everything, or I will carve your secrets from your flesh, but one way or another, I will learn everything you know."
And she meant every word.
by Olwean Renaissance » Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:22 pm
by Libertarian Governance » Sat Aug 04, 2012 7:18 am
by Allanea » Sat Aug 04, 2012 3:50 pm
by The Vorindun » Sat Aug 04, 2012 8:04 pm
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