NewLakotah wrote:Carbine, Chicago
House Comstock’s personal guard was relegated to defending the family’s personal residence, family holdings, and the Royal family itself. Roughly two thousand men made up the elite guard, and while men were recruited from all over the Commonwealth, positions within the prestigious guard were highly sought after. Serving within the household guard was one of the few ways for individuals of low standing to rise up a rung or a few on the social ladder. A life of service often guaranteed a knighthood or perhaps a promotion to the exclusive rank of gentry. As such, it was expected that those within the guard perform at the highest level.
A sergeant approached White, took the diplomat’s credentials and studied them for a moment before dispatching a guard to retrieve a senior official to greet White. Distinguished guests such as White were offered the finest Chicago had to offer, including apartments on the upper floors of the Carbine building. While the Comstock family occupied the uppermost floors of the skyscraper, the guest apartments were still adequately high enough to provide a breathtaking view of the city, and Lake Michigan. Roughly thirty thousand souls called Chicago home, and while that was far less than in pre-war times, it was still impressive by Wasteland standards.
After a few minutes of waiting, Simon Comstock himself appeared to greet White and his entourage. With a wide smile, Simon approached White with an outstretched hand.
“Welcome to Chicago” Simon said politely.
Minutes later White was ushered into the Throne room. It had been made clear to White that King Cornelius was absent, but in his stead his capable son was holding court. White would note that the Throne room was lavishly decorated with exquisite tapestries and richly made rugs.
Solomon was notified of White’s appearance, and in turn White was given a brief crash course in the proceedings of the court. When it was time, White was urged to approach the Throne. The herald stepped forward again for perhaps the hundredth time and announced “Ser Jason White, Ambassador of the Plains Confederacy”. As was protocol, White was to kneel before approaching the Throne.
It was a small, rural town, isolated from the rest of the world by the dense forestation as far as the eye could see. Numerous towns inhabited these lands by those who were beyond the glaring lights of civilization. They dotted the vast green landscape like faint stars in heaven, and like them, flickering lights from torches and bonfires signified their existence to the rest of the world, and to each other. The land was not as fertile as the hearts of nations beyond, and the cleared-out fields around settlements were not enough to sustain every soul during winter. As such, raiding became a way of life for these people, just like countless other tribal settlements nestled within the Rust Belt.
Yet, this time these tribals had raided the Commonwealth one too many times. And now it was time for cold hard revenge.
From a distance, King Cornelius watched carefully as his infantry and cavalry formed up quietly in the night. Their orders were simple, come to arms silently and bring no light sources to give their approach away. Hundreds of men lined up in their armor wielding sabers, rifles, and in some cases shotguns. The Commonwealth soldier's armor was simple and effective. A steel breastplate, greaves, and helmets that did not obscure vision but covered the ears. The Cavalry steadied their hulking destriers as well.
Cornelius waited patiently. A squad of Pathfinders had moved on past the town, completing the encirclement. He had faith in his men, and knew that the tribals had no knowledge of their arrival. It would be a slaughter, and a well-deserved one at that.
First to go were the cavalry who could get there the fastest. The infantry followed closely behind. Not a sound was made save for the thunder of hooves or feet. There was a short wooden palisade that surrounded the settlement, but it proved to make a minimal hindrance. Not long after their breach the alarm was raised, but it was no use. The Commonwealth Army was already in the town. Resistance from their warriors was easily put down. Men hacked and slashed at each other severing limbs. The crack of gunfire was met with the screams of the dead and dying.
“Havoc! Havoc!" A sergeant cried.
That was the war cry to plunder and pillage. Since this town had participated in raids on Commonwealth settlements, they were well beyond mercy at this point. Commonwealth soldiers entered homes to steal everything of value. Cornelius entered the city himself to see the devastation that the town had wrought upon itself. A townswoman had been stripped naked and bound to the back of a Brahmin cart. She was whipped while being dragged along as soldiers laughed at her misery. When they no longer found that amusing, a rifleman put a bullet through her skull. Her lifeless corpse continued to drag along the ground unnoticed. Another woman was being raped by three soldiers who laughed and grinned as they carried out the deed in the middle of the street. Cornelius watched a burly soldier hold the head of a child in a Brahmin’s water trough until the boy stopped kicking. Some soldiers were smart and tied up those they found to be sold as slaves later. But not before enjoying themselves with the woman that they found pretty. Another group broke into a bar and was wheeling out kegs to drink from. Only the army's drunkenness would end this madness. King Cornelius would let the army have its fun for this night. They deserved it and it kept them happy. But tomorrow, orders would be issued to bring back order. There would be no more rapes, plundering, pillaging or brutality against the populace. Tonight however, the town would have to endure the sack.
[HOLOTAPE BEGINS]
[UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE]: "And I tell you, brothers and sisters, the time of ascendance is before us! We stand, together, at the precipice of the kingdom of heaven!"
[CHEERING]
[UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE]: "Oh, lord, oh, my life could never contain a fraction of the love you give. You move the earth and the clouds, the heavens and the beyond. You are everything and we are nothing before you!"
[IN UNISON]: "Amen!"
[UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE]: "Amen! Amen! We are gathered here today to praise the lord and the gifts he has bestowed upon us in these dark times. He has delivered us unto his kingdom! I have seen the future my friends, with eyes that were not mine and through the smiles of the ascended, I have seen it! The King has risen, and we must prepare for his coming!"
[INQUISITOR MARTIN]: "P-Please, please, just let me-"
[UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE]: "It is our duty alone to cleanse those who would blaspheme against the lord! We must provide them the same deliverance that was provided unto us! Entrance unto heaven is not free, my brothers and sisters! It must be paid for with a blood sacrifice!"
[UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE #2]: "Kill the Sinner!"
[UNIDENTIFIED FEMALE VOICE]: "He's unclean!"
[UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE]: "Now, friends. It is with this tribute that the debt is paid."
[INQUISITOR MARTIN]: "Jus-Just let me go. I won't-"
[UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE]: "It is with his blood, that he may be reborn!"
[INQUISITOR MARTIN]: "Wait, no, don't touch me! Stop! Wait!"
[UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE]: "It is with this flesh, that he may become like the King!"
[INQUISITOR MARTIN BEGINS SCREAMING]
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