Undisclosed area, near Unity
Northeast Torchland
January 2016
"lock 'n' load you motherfuckers!" the guy had a picture next to him its was black and white and dated back to the civil war some 70 years back, presumably. He was accompanied by a few farmers that mounted their age-old rifles around their torsos with a bullet belt strapped around. They looked the young gentleman in the eyes and saw nothing else but fear, they went through his wallet, took his 20-something western dollars and snitched his ID. "Well, well, well.. What do we have here?" the leader of the herd said. "Enrico Santi--" he stumbled trying to pronounce the boys name. "Whatever.. You must be one of those filthy Rodarions?" He said condescendingly.
The armed men laughed exposing their bad teeth and thick Iron Vale farmer accent. "For so long you and your little pope think you are better than the rest of us." He paused for a brief moment. "Well.." he continued as he grabbed the Rodarian by the throat. "I don't like to waste my precious bullets on filth like you. So I got something I inherited from my father a long time ago - 70 years to be exact." he said ominously as he reached for his pockets flickering a dagger in front of the peer with an insignia crafted on the blade. It said CC, also known as Civium Credutalis - an old Citizenist saying. He dropped the boy on the ground, pushing his face against the dirt with his boot. He then took the knife and went for his throat until the blade was drenched in blood and the life was sucked out of the young mans eyes.
"Jeb we are going to be too late if y'all stay here like sheep." Another farmer said amused by the killing just moments ago. Jeb cocked his head, "Aight Jimbo". They dove into their pickup truck and YEE-HAA'd out on a rusty road with a sign saying UNITY 19M, a thirty minute ride along the countryside of northern Torchland.
"Come on as if they are going to figure shit out." A shady figure whispered in a dark chamber. Three men to be exact, one was a notorious Citizenist supporter, Douglas Isenberg, the second was a top Globo corp liaison and the third a delegate of the South Laker board. "Listen, we are giving you money and power to do your job. I assume we all know what you need to do." The delegate began in a calm voice. "The South Laker board can give you the necessary funds as we all know this menace needs to be stopped. And we have the power to impose sanctions must Romula retaliate so there is nothing you need to worry about."
Isenberg - the Neo-Citizenist - frantically stood up from his chair and wandered around the room, contemplating his next move. The few drips of sweat visible on the mans forehead. As much as he knew allying with these capitalists was against the oath, not having partners was suicide. Besides the citizenists hated authoritarian Rodarians more than they hated the corporate system of the market states. One problem remained and that was the fact that Neo-Citizenist forces were not cohesive, rather independent factions that range from radicals to moderates and it would be a hard to make them work together. "Look, we know it is tough, but I got my friend here to sort things out and help you where needed." The delegate pointed at the bulky Globocorp Liaison clad in his blue costume and short military-style haircut. He had no morale, it was pure business, and as one of the biggest private military firms in Lusankya, they sure knew how to act.
"Of course we have the capacity to support you through in-depth training of your new army by providing you with tactical support and weaponry that will eliminate enemies ranging from conventional armies as well as paramilitary groups. Things we have directly experienced in the Bogorian Civil War where fighting along ethnic lines had a similar impact upon our experiences to perfect a method we call seek and destroy..."
The Globocorp Liaison was interrupted when a rusty diesel engine heard roaring on the parking lot in front of the building a few mumbles and car door slams included -- what is supposed to be a soundproof chamber. "Well if it's not Jeb, Jimbo and Earl!" Douglas Isenberg uttered relieved from his tensions. "Thank you very much gentlemen and I will certainly take this into consideration." He hastily shook the guys hands before leaving. The liaison and the delegate looked eachother in the eyes before turning to Douglas once again. "Please, here's my card and call me when you made up your mind.."