November 10th, 2018
“I’ve fucking had it with these fucking nekos! I can still remember a time when it was possible to go outside without nearly tripping over these jobless animals lazing around in the streets all day and living off other people’s kindness! They aren’t pets and they aren’t fucking cute. They’re leeches and they’re a blemish on this great society. They’re an abomination, that’s what they are, and they’re becoming too fucking big of a problem to just goddamn ignore. There’s roughly four hundred and twenty fuckin’ thousand of them in the Oceanian Union and that number is going up by the year. It’s time to do something about it. It’s time to come up with a final fucking solution. As someone with a lot of money and a lot of influence around here, I’d like to say that down the line, my legacy will be as the one that came up with that solution.”
The Oceanian Oil CEO, Darl Caradang, looked over the entire room full of company leaders, politicians, and private military soldiers. One of those three was not like the other, but it wasn’t like PMCs were too uncommon in a hyper capitalist society where anything went. The law hardly restricted what you could sell. Violence was just another one of those things, and Oceanian Oil hired more PMCs than practically anyone in the country. When you were involved in one of the biggest businesses in the country and you had your hands in a number of other fields also, you needed to protect your assets and hit at your rivals at times. And sometimes, you just had to do something that was for the greater good of the people. Even if it meant some bad optics.
That influence and importance was also how Oceanian Oil had enough sway to send their mercenaries after even a civilian subset of the population. Would it be controversial? Yes. But would the government step in and put a stop to it? Hell no. Oceanian Oil was practically another arm of the government. If they wanted to find mercenaries to handle what many people in the Oceanian population considered a problem, despite a smaller subset embracing non human races and welcoming them into the Oceanian collective identity, they could goddamn do it.
“I have already gotten approval from the big man himself, Prime Minister Sota Ishikawa. So, politicians, that’s why I have brought you here today. To explain the plan,” Darl continued, as the PowerPoint presentation behind him changed slides to a slick mockup displaying what would happen. “I already have the soldiers through my Knights of Oceania private military company, all that’s left is marching them through your territories and using our gathered intelligence to find the problems and deal with them before this invasive animal infestation can get any fucking worse than it already is. You don’t have to give me any money, any soldiers, anything. I have it all handled, and I already have approval from the government, so things are going to go faster if you just help us by handing over records so we know who to shoot.”
Caradang paused. “I know reducing your own population is never a popular move, but think about it like this. You benefit more in the long run by removing the group from society that doesn’t contribute anything and embodies some of the worst traits in our society such as laziness, freeriding, and other things. It might hurt to rip off the bandaid, but your children will all thank you when they’re grown and they don’t have to deal with a fucking neko infestation or with the separatist nekos that want to steal our land to make a place for their people. Thank you for your attention, everybody.”
“Now. If anyone has some questions, this is the time to ask them.”
November 15th, 2018
On the first day of the operation across the Greater Oceanian Union to purge the worst elements of society, that is, the nekos, soldiers filed into the streets en masse from the Knights of Oceania private military company, on the payroll of Oceanian Oil. The oil company wasn’t making a profit from this, they were actually spending quite a bit paying the soldiers to enforce this new operation of theirs, but that wasn't the point of it all. The point was to benefit the society that they lived in, not to make money.
There were a small amount of protesters but they were in no position to fight back against the heavily armored (mostly for intimidation) and armed soldiers, who advanced through the streets with assault rifles, machine guns, chainsaws, flamethrowers, and all other manner of weapons. They were allowed to bring their own gear for this, and they had been quite creative with what they had brought. As they advanced through the suburbs of the capital city, Kansaki, there was a trail of blood left behind. Buildings known to have nekos inside them had been marked with a red X on the doorway ahead of time, and now those doors were being kicked down and the buildings themselves were being raided.
At some of the doors, the occupants had attempted to flee, and had been left as shot and severed bodies in the streets when it turned out they couldn’t escape the professional soldiers that made up the Knights. Well, they were as professional as you could get for an army that was made up of military rejects, or just those who preferred to fight for profit rather than honor. Other times, a neko had been seen on the street and blasted with .50 caliber machine gun fire repeatedly before they had a chance to do anything. At least a few times so far during this hunt, some normal civilian had been interrupted by soldiers and had experienced having their neko ‘pet’ ripped away from them and stabbed through the middle with a bayonet right in front of their eyes, with varying forms of resistance from the owner.
News of the purge was spreading quickly, but it would be hard for nekos in other locales to do anything. After all, in all of the cities, the Knights had already deployed and were already in the middle of their own operations. In the countryside, they would be safe for now. But as soon as they interacted with normal society again, they would be flagged for capture and execution by the government, which would be carried out by the Knights.
It was quite the bloody day. One of the bloodiest days in Oceanian history.
But that was just what they deserved. Identity was one of the things held dear to Oceania, and nekos, they weren’t part of that identity. They weren’t even human. They were… An invasive species.