The Ulthrannians call it 'La Hierbamar' and the Tarsans call it 'Golgotha' but all call it 'The Disputed Zone'. A large swath of land locked between two mighty empires and slowly being torn apart from within by madness, crime and war. The largest Ulthrannic side is led by Marco Luis del Oeste, a man who declared himself Lord President of New Santiago and is backed by powerful militia, although he doesn't fully control what is the capital of the zone; he dominated the city of Calabor in the east, closer to the border with Ulthrannia. The largest Tarsan side is led by Alcae Remus Magulius, a man of noble blood who seeks the same desire as that of his rival, complete domination of the Zoen. Between them there are dozens of minor warlords and crime bosses who fight it out amongst themselves or who look to make a quick buck in the cesspool of violence and mayhem.
But while these forces prey upon each other, outsiders linger and lick their lips. Be it the desire of a powerful man to further his political goals, the desires of a nation who wishes to cause havoc amongst allies or by a man simply after a quick buck at the expense of others suffering. But for now, while these outside forces prepare themselves, the madness will continue...
Welcome to the Disputed Zone
Pueblo de Cotta
Disputed Zone
Saturday, 1900 Hours
Kirk van Vuuren hated the town, not because of the violence or the crime or the slave market full of a whole host of different peoples from across the world. No, Kirk hated the town because the locally produced liquor is less-than-satisfactory and also the town is full of Ashizweans and if there was one thing that the thirty year old Westonarian mercanary hated most in this world, it was the Adewale Gang, a bunch of wannabe gangsters who slave-trade and drug smuggle. There was alot of bad blood between Kirk van Vuuren and the Adewale Gang, the former had been given a contract to kill one slaver. Instead, Kirk van Vuuren and his band of Westonarian mercenaries found his compound and killed everyone in it. He had been called into the town, however, by a man who simply referred to himself as 'Gaius' but besides that information all that Kirk knew about him was that he was Tarsan and he had been a good source of money for a long while.
He chose to meet at the Equites Tavern, the only thing that made people come to it was the locally produced liquor that was cheaper than all the smuggled alcohol but, still, was not that good. Unlike some other mercenary groups who'd attempt to sneak in, the men of Gryphon Team had no desire to be subtle at all and instead placed speakers on their personalized Type 09 IFV blasting out music in Afrikaans. One of the men waved a Westonarian flag with a large Gryphon in the centre, singing "kom sing saam". Kirk jumped down from the vehicle, turning back to his fellow fighting men and shouting something in Afrikaans before entering the tavern.
The tavern was sparsely populated, the bartender looked over at the door having heard the commotion outside and simply shook her head. There were at-least five of Adewale's slavers and a handful of other mercenaries who hovered around the counter with exception to the one or two others sitting at the tables in the centre of the tavern. He saw Gaius, the man was short with a broad face and scruffy looking hair. They sat away from the window, where the lights of the IFV and the men shined through which didn't surprise the mercenary one bit, after-all he had known people in Gaius' position who sat too close to a window and got fragged.
"Lovely weather, don't you think?" Gaius didn't look up, he kept reading his newspaper and not looking up at the man as was usually customary.
"Lovely weather for a hunt, in my opinion" Kirk replied sharply before he looked over at the Ashizwean slavers, he gave them his infamous smile and a nod before turning back to the Tarsan "Anytime is a good time for a hunt for me and the boys"
"Well your 'boys' sure as hell aren't subtle" Gaius finally gave him his attention, drinking a glass of Castellano Ron Prima with the bottle close to his side "You want a drink? I know you aren't a fan of the local produce"
"Dankie" Kirk chugged some of the rum down his gullet and "why do you drag me away from my cheap Seukutii pussy into this scumpit?"
"Well, I got a couple of jobs for you" Gaius placed down several manila folders onto the table "Now lets see what tickles your fancy ay?"
"If it's gun-running into Ulthrannia, you can forget it, last time I did that I was hunted for nine days and worst of all, didn't get my pay" Kirk downed another shot of rum, before deciding that he'll just finish the whole bottle himself "The Ulthies don't particularly like people who aren't Ulthrannian running across their border"
"But it's a massive opportunity, their military is going through a giant overhaul and they are throwing away smalls arms and tank like a hoarder throws away old newspapers during an intervention. The money is there, I got the contacts..." Gaius paused as he saw the look in Kirk's eyes "Alright then, no gun-running..."
"Look here you little Tarsan shit, you know exactly what jobs I do. I guard the goods that come from Hevis to here and I kill people or kill people who want to kill the people I am told to guard, I'm a mercenary for fuck sake not some Santiago spic and you've been sending me over that border time and time again for little gain into a land where alot of people want to see me dead." Kirk spat on the ground and slammed the now empty bottle of Castellano Ron Prima onto the table "Now, do you have people I need to protect or do you have people I need to kill?"
"No, unfortunately" Gaius looked up at him with sadness "Look Kirk, these are all the jobs I get nowadays, people don't want to hire you out anymore for that stuff because you are too vile a creature for them to have around. But if you don't want my work, then I guess the last thing you'll be getting from me is that rum."
Kirk looked over to see the slavers moving ever so slightly to the table, holding their machetes in their hand now and appeared to be shaking with anticipation. He looked over at Gaius, who now had a smug face with a smug smile and whistling as if he had won a victory of sorts. Kirk wasn't mad, he was actually impressed if only for a split moment but impressed nevertheless.
"You sold me out to Adewale didn't you?" Kirk began laughing slowly "You, sold your white arse to be fucked by a bunch of kaffirs! You are a fucking joke mate but I tell you what, when i'm done with you...your going to wish you hadn't had tried to fuck me over!"
As if in one fluid, solid motion the mercenary proceeded to go to work all the meanwhile chuckling and laughing his way through it. He kicked the table hard enough that the support beam crushed the Tarsan man's genitals and the edge of the table smacked into his chest as he fell over himself. He proceeded to throw his phone out the window as a means of signalling the rest of his men that he may need their help. Kirk grabbed the bottle of rum and a hunting knife from its sheath and charged at the Ashizwean slavers who started to move forward as well.
He dodged the swing of the first man's machete, driving his hunting knife through the bottom of the man's jaw and ripping it out again with blood squirting unto the ground and pooling in his mouth. Kirk then tackled the second man in a fast jump, the mercenary's chest was pumping the fastest that it had ever been and what terrified the slavers was that while he tried to kill them he had a massive smile on his face. By this point, the other mercenaries outside had figured something was wrong and two of them, both Westonarians, pummelled the remaining three slavers with automatic fire as they kicked in the door. Some of the blood splattered onto Kirk as he proceeded to finish off the man pinned to the ground, who began pleading for his life. The Westonarian would not give him the satisfaction of mercy and proceeded to smash him in face with the end of the bottle, breaking his nose and tearing his face up before finishing the man off by striking the man across the temple with the bottle.
"You alright boss" Johannes, a big bearded Westonarian from Centurion inquired to Kirk who had rolled over beside the corpses and proceeded to laugh.
"Oh my God, I fucking love this place!" Kirk cheered, standing up covered in blood and jittery with excitement to the amusement of the other mercenaries who by now had left the mini-party by the armoured vehicle and were now inside. The bartender had finally stood up from behind the bar counter and the other people in the tavern had not even budged, they had simply watched and shrugged. Kirk stumbled over to where Gaius was lying on the ground, attempting to crawl away from the carnage that started and ended just as quickly as each other.
"Oh Melina, Oh Alterion, Gods protect me!" he whimpered too himself as the mercenary kicked him in the gut, grabbing him by his collar and raising him to his feet "Someone help me! Please!"
"I think no-one, not even your craven Gods, will not be helping you at this time" Kirk chuckled to himself before his faced turned serious and continued after throwing him to one of the mercenaries "You fucked with the wrong Westonarian boy, you fucked with the wrong crowd you piece of shit"
"What do you want me to do with this one, boss?" Pieter, the other mercenary who had jumped in guns blazing, held the smaller Tarsan man
"Well, Pietie, I know you fuck anything with two legs so do me a favour and sour this little shit before you take his head" Kirk picked up one of the dead men's machetes and handed it to Pieter, who was smiling and laughing with the other mercenaries as well. Kirk gripped the Tarsan by his cheeks, who was now panicking at the previous statement made between the mercenaries.
"My boy here fucks anything and before you die know that you are going to have a prison gap when he's done with you...the last bit of enjoyment you'll have in this pathetic little life of yours" Kirk nodded and proceeded to walk out of the tavern to go for a cigarette, the screams of the Tarsan and the laughter of his men as they went to deliver his fate.
Another day in the land of madness.