Skorden,
Drachzia Sector Directive,
Gates of the Directive Marshal's Office
0734 Hours
A black sedan with tainted windows approached the gate that lead to the Directive Marshal's Office. The Directive Marsha, Nikita Sobolov, acting under orders of the Hegemon, had recently ordered the Hegemony's secret police to exterminate the local ethnic group known as the Drachzi's. To the many within the Hegemony, the Drachzi's were troublemakers and were different than Rakmaari. The civilians, security and military personnel alike went about on rampages to find and brutally murder Drachzi men and boys, then they deported the Drachzi women and girls to "child farms." Either way, they'll prefer death over the farms.
Anyway, the terrors' of the Hegemony had sparked global Drachzi hatred for the Hegemony. The Hegemon; whose Unbreakable Will had stubbornly defied most nations' views of his Fatherland; now continued his authoritarian ways and increasing prejudice against the Drachzi's. The continued brutality broke the Drachzis' anger against the Hegemony; and in Drachzia they had formed the Independent Liberation Brigade to combat the Rakmaari pogroms against the Drachzi people. The ILB kept most of its strength from being unleashed upon the Hegemony's Occupational Forces in Drachzia. They mostly used suicide bombing tactics and guerrilla warfare.
Now, behind the black sedan's wheel was a Drachzi disguised as a Policeman. The man moved the car, rather Rakmaari-like to the gate. The young guard raised his light to the window, for it was a dark morning, to see the commissar uniform and almost saluted. But he remembered his orders to check the papers of anyone coming in or out. He asked in his slightly deep, eighteen year old voice,
"<Officer Sir? May I please see your papers?>"
The sergeant of the guard watched from the guardhouse, smiled as he watched the new guard doing his job pretty well. He nearly keeled over laughing as he thought of his first assignment, the sergeant had messed up. His smile faded away as he saw that the Police Commissar didn't show his papers and the new guard getting nervous. The sergeant, a shifty bastard, moved from the guardhouse to the car at a jog. Once the sergeant got there, he moved his gun to the attack position and screamed;
"<Show your fucking papers! NOW! Or so help me I'll shoot YOUR fucking brains out of YOUR crazy head!>"
The man smiled and said in a slightly foreign accent,
"<No you won't. You'll be painted across the walls of the street.>"
And with that the car erupted in a explosion that engulfed 100 meters of the street, incinerating everything in that radius... destroying the once formidable guardhouse and parts of the menacing defense wall.
Skorbevo,
Rakmaari Hegemony,
An Hour Later
Connor O'Neil stared out the window while clad in his uniform from his native homeland. So much blood. So much terror in Drachzia. The Hegemon, even though an anti-Drachzi, was starting to tire from this. But he know not to yield to the pressure from ILB. Fuck them he thought. He was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"My Hegemon," he heard the Intelligence Director's voice as the door opened. "I have bad news from Drachzia."
"What Fenix?!" asked O'Neil.
"Drachzia is in a full, all-out revolt against the Government," reported Fenix.
