Nyte Nation Maintenance Ver. 2.0.0 [CLOSED]

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Cleaning Up
08/15/0538AG

The flimsy apartment door exploded inwards in a shower of wooden debris... The onyx clad soldiers following right behind; guns sweeping the room as they fanned out in a standard search pattern. From an adjacent room, there was muffled cursing, and a few moments later the sound of gunfire as bullets punched through the apartment's flimsy walls. Unamused, and unfazed by the gunfire ricocheting off their power armor, the soldiers lobbed several grenades; a mixture of sonics, flash-bangs, and smoke grenades in return, before simply forcing their way through the intervening wall. They swiftly disarmed and incapacitated the Scinithian using the slug thrower before rounding up the rest of the mans family as well...

Throughout the rest of the neighborhood, the scene essentially repeated itself; sometimes with less violence, sometimes with a lot more... The Scinithians were rounded up by squads of armed, onyx clad soldiers and loaded, willingly or otherwise, into rows of unmarked armored vehicles before being taken away en masse.

The soldiers went about their work throughout the rest of the night... They did so mostly silently, and with a grim, and brutal efficiency. Come the morning, the soldiers, armored vehicles, and the Scinithians residents from the entire neighborhood were simply gone as if they'd never even existed in the first place. Where they went was a topic of debate among many of the remaining Scinithians from the surrounding neighborhoods; who's numbers were swiftly shrinking by the night; the unmarked spacecraft rotating into and out of several of the nearby spaceports were considered to be the likeliest destination.

The desire to flee the possibility of a Karax outbreak warred with concerns of the nightly abductions among the remaining Scinithians all across the planet... Their earlier, violent resistance against the unmarked, onyx clad soldiers lessening by the day as their numbers continued to dwindle as tens of millions had already been taken from their homes over just the last few weeks alone. And soon enough, there would be none of them left at all...

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Conflicting reports have continued to reach us here at S.N.N. over the last several weeks concerning the on-going crisis happening within the Scinithian Specially Administrated Zone... Violent rioting by the local Scinithian population continues amidst rumors of the possibility of a Karax outbreak, but S.N.N. has recently acquired smuggled video footage showing unmarked military forces utilizing vehicles, equipment, and weapons clearly of the Empires make going from neighborhood to neighborhood, and rounding up the inhabitants by force; only for them to then be taken to places unknown; casting doubt upon those very rumors.

Several attempts to contact our sources in the military in an effort to clarify the situation have been met with either silence, or in one particular case at least, a vaguely worded series of threats which are certainly concerning. What, truly, is going on in the Scinithian Specially Administrated Zone? Where are the Scinithians being taken to, and why? We here at S.N.N. will continue investigating the matter, and follow-up stories are likely over the next several weeks despite the warnings handed down to S.N.N. by the military...

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The Freedom of the Press; To Die That Is: Part 1
08/22/0538AG

He was a simple man really... She thought to herself of her current target. A simple man with a boring, routine life. A week spent covertly following him around the city, a little breaking and entering, and judicial use of a few less than legal toys, and she knew her target's routine better than he did. Which was why she was currently hanging suspended over seventy stories above the ground from the side of a building in downtown Halcon a mile and a half away from the S.N.N. building with a high powered rifle pointed at the door her target would be exiting from in just under a minute.

She silently counted down the last few seconds, slowing her breathing and making a few final adjustments to her weapon to account for the speed of the wind and the falling rain. The rifle, a massive, ugly thing nearly as long as she was tall shifted minutely as the main doors to the S.N.N. building slid open, and her target stepped out and into view. The rifle bucked gently in her grip as she squeezed the trigger. Down on the ground, her target had managed two steps out the doors when his head popped like an over-ripe melon spraying the ground and the still closing doors behind him with blood and brain matter.

She was already climbing back up onto the roof above her perch before her target's now headless corpse even hit the ground, and she'd be long gone before the authorities arrived...

The Freedom of the Press; To Die That Is: Part 2
08/26/0538AG

"You know, for a famous investigative reporter, you're really not that sharp are you" she commented sarcastically; arcing her lithe body backwards in a way that kept his eyes focused on her naked breasts so he wouldn't notice her hands going for the series of long, sharp, metal needles worked into her overly elaborate hairstyle.

"Hmm" he grunted in response. "What?" He continued as her words finally got past the warm haze of alcohol and lust, and he finally managed to drag his gaze upwards to meet her own.

"I'd have thought you'd have been a little more cautious you know?... Considering how I blew your brothers brains out on the front steps of your office all of four days ago" she quipped with a smirk as the needles finally came free from her hair.

His eyes widened as her words sank in... And they weren't the only things to sink in as the needles; now held like the knives they actually were descended. The one in her left hand tearing viciously into the side of his neck while the other plunged down through his left eye and straight into his brain.

"Mmm" she moaned. "Was it as good for you as it was for me baby" she asked with a seductive sounding chuckle as she ripped the bloody needles back out; ignoring the spray of blood that painted her naked body from her victims mutilated neck as she calmly slid off the bed and slowly made her way towards the bathroom... She had the time to enjoy a nice, hot shower before she needed to worry about the mess.

The high powered explosive device waiting for her in her purse would see to that...

The Freedom of the Press; To Die That Is: Part 3
08/29/0538AG

She was thankful that the day was over... She was even more thankful that she had yet to end up dead like the others. The stress, fear, and constant paranoia were really starting to get to her though, and the bottle of Amasec that was waiting for her at home had never sounded so good in her mind.

Distracted as she was with her worries, she never noticed the automatic locks engage on the doors to her car... She did notice, however, when the auto-drive feature engaged by itself, and the vehicle began to rapidly accelerate. The radio; which she personally never bothered to use, turned itself on as well, and began scrolling, by itself, through the available stations...finally stopping at a loud, violent sounding metal song with an angry Nyteborne screaming about pain, death, and dismemberment.

The auto-drive feature would not disengage...

The radio kept on blaring out it's tune at maximum volume no matter how hard she beat at the off button...

The brake, which she was mashing repeatedly into the floor with both feet was doing nothing to slow the cars acceleration...

The door locks would not disengage when she tried them, and the windows refused to roll down no matter what she tried...

She looked up and ahead as the speedometer roared it's way up past 150mph; the glow of the street lights flickering past in an almost solid blur... The sharp bend of the highway ahead; marked by a series of thin reflective black and yellow caution chevrons mounted on top of a thick cement barrier came up quickly... Far too quickly.

She opened her mouth to scream...

The auto-drive didn't even attempt to make the turn; driving instead at full speed directly into the heavy cement barrier at just over 150mph...the car crumpling into a massive, shrapnel spraying fireball that arced up, out, and over the barrier.

On a nearby roof; a glass of Amasec resting comfortably in her right hand, a lithe, young woman dressed in a skin tight bodyglove closed the computer resting on the small table next to her chair, and leaned back with a small, smug smile on her lips. Pity, she thought to herself... The woman had had excellent taste in Amasec...