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| Dream's End; A Tale of the Land of Camizu | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 5 2006, 12:24 AM (825 Views) | |
| Quaon | Mar 30 2006, 07:19 PM Post #51 |
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OOC: No, it's fine. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Mar 30 2006, 10:41 PM Post #52 |
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Braddock Compound, secret location in Camizu Judas Camizu watched the latest news with a mixture of delight and disgust. Judas had spent most of his life a prisoner in this compound, imprisoned by a father who had been appalled by his sadism when Judas yet but a child. And yet, Doctor Archibald Camizu had not the heart to harm Judas or even disinherit him; he owed that much at least to the boy's mother. And so Judas watched the reports of the continuing chaos in Camizu as order broke down. The civil war was hardly categorizable. There were all sorts of foreigners fighting for and against the Camizu government, but it was not often clear who was fighting for who. A "Revolutionary Army" was also in the mix led by a man named Gavon Trenick and another named Jeremy, known only as "Jeremy the Catholic." Of course, his father was now also a "Catholic" for whatever that was worth. The army was at first solidly behind his father, but many units had defected to the revolutionaries. Also, there was a paramilitary group running around called the Sons of Camizu. Judas was quite surprised to see such a devoted group of loyalists to his father's rule. Judas was amused by the collapse of his father's rule, but rather irritated. It certainly was not likely he would inherit the land at this rate. As he watched and waited, he pondered. His pondering was interupted by the arrival of a man in a black uniform. He wasn't one of the security detail, but the guards were cleared scared of the man. They only let him speak to Judas because he had to. An hour later, the man had left and Judas was sending an encrypted message on a frequency that the uniformed man had provided. ENCRYPED MESSAGE TO: The Nations of the Order FROM: Judas Camizu, M.D., Ph.D. I have learned of late of the names of the secret allies my father keeps. While my father's cause is lost, mine is not. I am the son of Archibald Camizu. I share his goals and yours, but I excel him in competence. Should you deliver from this wretched catastrophe, I will surely be able to aid you in the future. I await an escort out of the country. |
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| NRE | Mar 30 2006, 11:33 PM Post #53 |
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Camizu was surely the definition of chaos, and in some ways that's how Ying liked things. It wasn't really clear why oZ hadn't acted before now to assist in the matter of the good doctor, but for Mr. Ying his orders were clear and he'd follow through no matter what. oZ was surprised and pleased when they received the message which confirmed their suspicions that the good Doctor had a son. With this new knowledge in play, oZ wanted him. Why they wanted him was unclear to Mr. Ying, but when oZ wanted something they got it no matter what it cost. The country of Camizu was a pretty large place, but luckily oZ intelligence was superb and Ying was able to locate the Braddock Compound with little trouble. Dressed in his finest black Italian suit, armed of course, he gained entry into the secret hold facility using a replicated security badge. Able to show the proper identification and passes, the security guards let him through the series of locked rooms until he came to the holding cells. There he was, Judas Camizu the son of one of, if not the great Doctor the world had ever seen. Surely being the child of someone so great, he himself was destined to be even greater. That of course was the only reason why oZ wanted him and it was the simply notion of the great scientific advancements which he could provide them that lead them to all this business of breaking him out. So this is the prisoner, Mr. Ying asked the guard. Yes, sir that's him. Well, then here, Ying reached into his coat and pulled out a set of papers. They were release forms, all supposedly signed by the Doctor himself. The guard looked them over and then looked at Ying. Well, sir, you know of course will have to call this in. Of but of course, shall we go to the control room to make the call? The guard agreed and the two men made their way to the control room. There Ying found to his surprise that there was only one other guard on duty there. That made five total. Two int he control room, two at the entrance of the compound, and one stationed at the door of Judas's room. This please Ying though not as much as killing them all would. The Guard picked up the phone and began to dial the number, though he never did get to finish it. With a sway of his right arm, a blade extended outside of Ying's cuff and he stabbed the guard straight in the throat. Blood splattered out as he clutched his throat gasping for air. The other guard, stunned by this act quickly reached for the general alarm but never triggered it. The knife which was now lodged deep in his skull, thrown by Ying himself ended his life right there. With the two guards now out of the picture, Mr. Ying took the pass key for Judas's room and turned off the cameras which were stationed in the corridor which he would use to escape. After quickly disposing of the guard at the door to Judas's room, he entered. Dr. Judas Camizu I presume? said Ying Judas nodded and Ying instructed Him to follow of he wished to live longer than his father. The two quickly ran through the several hallways and passages which Ying had passed through to get to Judas and then came to the corner. Around it were the final two guards which Ying had to dispose of. Not wishing to waste anymore time, Ying pulled out his 7.62mm Pistol and shot them both where the stood. The bullet hole between their eyes was a lasting mark to show that oZ always got what it wanted. The chopper waiting for them outside had already started when they made their way to it and got in. As it began its ascent to the sky, Judas gave his prison one last glance good-bye and then never looked back. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 30 2006, 11:38 PM Post #54 |
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Private message, sent out on a encrypted frequency from the ZNS Melanchthon, an aircraft carrier patrolling off the coast of Camizu. To: Dr. Judas Camizu From: James Morley, Trilateral Commission CC: oZ Corp, Le Leopold Congo I have received your communique and I am pleased you have decided to seek your fortunes with the Order. From what your father has told me, you appear to have all the traits necessary for a successful career. It is a terrible shame that there is a misunderstanding between father and son. One hundred military helicopters will arrive at your compound tomorrow at 2330. They will leave at 2340 and fly off in ten groups, each group of ten flying in all directions. You will be on the group flying toward Mwanza Jumhuri. Your helicopter will safely land at oZ Corp Africa HQ in downtown Arsle Zano, Mwanza Jumhuri the next morning at 0530. From there you can move with no fear for your life. Three mansions in Israel have been made available for you to stay whenever you're in the area. I understand that your father has chosen to stay behind and in his bid to hold onto power. The Trilateral Commission has prepared for him 50 body doubles who have had their faces altered with plastic surgery. They will arrive in the country with your helicopter escort, and I hope that the elder Camizu will put them in good use in these tumultuous times. Please convey my best wishes to him. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 30 2006, 11:40 PM Post #55 |
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OOC: Lol, I posted a tad bit too late! But it seems like my post is very compatible with NRE's post. If it's alright with NRE, we can assume that my post occurred between RD and NRE's last post. :D |
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| NRE | Mar 30 2006, 11:47 PM Post #56 |
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It's fine with me, we can assume that Ying took him to meet with the TC's chopper which took him to the oZ compound in Mwanza Jumhuri, and from there we can assume the rest of the trip played out exactly how you described. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 30 2006, 11:49 PM Post #57 |
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OOC Yep sounds perfect. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Mar 31 2006, 08:31 AM Post #58 |
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OOC: Yes, sounds good guys. We can work out Judas' future in the Order forum. Now I'm going to throw in a few scenes from the fall of Camizu. IC: It was a joyful day of celebration. There was hope for an end to the civil war. The War had been brutal, communication systems were breaking down, few were really informed about what was going on. There had even been reports of the Doctor's death, but they had turned out to be little more than body doubles. In all, the war was a brutal mess, with crimes comitted on all sides. The paramilitaries, the Sons of Camizu seemed even more brutal than the Doctor's army. The reason for the day's celebration was the prospect of peace. Dr Archibald Camizu had petitioned Jeremy the Catholic to negotiate with him, as brothers in faith. Catholicism, then, would be the key to peace in Camizu. The negotiation were to occur later in the day. But now, both men, their retainers, and the people of the town attended Mass. The Tridentine Latin Mass was a solemn, beautiful service, a window into God's timeless kingdom, and a taste of eternity. When Communion was distrubuted, the Doctor declined to recieve, saying that he was in a state of sin and had not prepared to recieve. A few of his retainers did the same. Jeremy the Catholic and most of the others in this pious town accepted the Body and Blood of the Lord with humility and reverence. The negotiations were delayed due to illness, but would resume in a few days after Jeremy was feeling better. Within the week, Jeremy the Catholic, the parish priest, and all who had taken Communion that day were dead. Rumors stated that poison was involved. The story of this Bloody Mass quickly spread through he area. |
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| Catholic Europe | Mar 31 2006, 08:56 AM Post #59 |
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OOC: RD, after reading that is it okay if I excommunicate Dr Camizu for the terrible sin of poisoning the Host. I would do this for two reasons: 1) Because that really is an awful crime that would automatically warrant excommunication. 2) It allows the Pope to not have to intervene because they are excommunicated. If they were still in communion then how would he justify not doing anything to save a Catholic country? |
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| Rhadamanthus | Mar 31 2006, 10:06 AM Post #60 |
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OOC: Definately excommunicate him. I mean that really is an awful, awful sin, and an atrocity at that. Also, you are absolutely right that it would keep the Holy League from being obligated to intervene. Go ahead and excommunicate him. When Judas comes to you later, he's going to portray himself as a devout man who scorned and mocked by his father for his faith. |
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| Catholic Europe | Mar 31 2006, 12:14 PM Post #61 |
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I hereby excommunicate Dr. Camizu for his most heinous, evil and sinful crime of poisining the most Sacred Host. This is truly a horrendous crime and one for which Camizu will eternally pay for in the fires of Hell. I immediately order his assassination, for his murder will warrant eternal life in Heaven for any who take it. That I guarantee, for angels shall take through the gates of Heaven that person, to live in the full greace of Our Lord God Almighty. Pope Emmanuel III |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 31 2006, 01:14 PM Post #62 |
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OOC I have just editted by last IC post for consistency purposes. It was not consistent with RD's posts so I corrected it. Primarily I edited it to reflect the estranged relationship between father and son. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Mar 31 2006, 07:35 PM Post #63 |
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After the Doctor's excommunication, news of his crimes continued to circulate. Eventually the Revolutionary Army had enough strength to seize several strategic sites. Investigating Doctor Camizu's laboratories revealed the production of various sorts of chemical and biological weapons, along with ledgers which suggested that the regime had actually been selling weapons of mass destruction. Furthermore, careful investigation revealed the locations of several hidden laboratories... laboratories that did not officially exist. Luietenant Terrance was not at all happy to make his report to Gavon Trenick. He had little to say, and what he had to say was bad. "Commander, I sent two teams of investigators into the facility. I sent the second one because," he hestitated, "because the first team did not return." Trenick looked solemn. Preparing for the worst, he asked "What happened? Was there some sort of security? Poision perhaps?" Terrance shook his head. "The second team found them all. Every member of the first team had killed themselves instead of leaving the laboratory." Trenick could not conceal his shock. "What?" Terrance continued, " ...and half of the second team killed themselves too. Several of the survivors have stopped speaking at all, and Morris is in the hospital, out of it for the most part but waking now and then to ramble." Trenick looked down. Quietly, he spoke to the subordinate officer, "Lieutenant, did you learn anything at all?" Terrance grimaced, "Morris' ramblings... some of them sounded like he had seen something. Experiments or something. Whatever he saw..." Trenick looked at him sympathetically. "Its ok. You can go." The next day a third team was sent into the laboratory. This time three men survived, but all had blinded themselves. After Trenick heard what they had to say, he had the facility destroyed. He had orders that any other secret laboratories would also be destroyed. Their existence was never revealed to the public. They were never spoken of again. |
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| NRE | Mar 31 2006, 09:55 PM Post #64 |
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OOC: Just out of curiosity, you think the order, or at least oZ would be able to get their hands of the sort of experiments which the good doctor was involved with? You last post has left me very intrigued and would love to write something up in the future which could have it's basis drawn from what the doctor had started. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Mar 31 2006, 10:03 PM Post #65 |
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OOC: As you'll see when the story continues, getting your hands on anything in Camizuan will become rather difficult. :gnarkgnark: But, Oz Corporation is an extremely well-connected group, so I think that they could get their hands on something. Feel free to use this for whatever story you want . |
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| NRE | Mar 31 2006, 10:05 PM Post #66 |
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OOC: I see, well then I think I'll let the story progress a bit further and then jump in. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Apr 1 2006, 09:35 PM Post #67 |
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With the revolutionaries and allies taking most of the country, the loyalist effort was in shambles. The only remaining loyalist force of significant strength were the Sons of Camizu paramilitaries. The Doctor himself had turned many against him due to the Bloody Mass. Several weeks and several body doubles later, the revolutionaries scored their greatest victory. After a protracted seige of a village in northern Camizu, the Doctor himself was captured by the revolutionary army. Gavon Trenick had to intervene himself to prevent the lower ranking officers from killing Doctor Archibald Camizu when he was in their power. Trenick, like any good liberal insisted on a trial, and so a trial the Doctor was given. Now the trial was certainly not the fairest of trials. Nobody ever doubted the verdict. The Doctor's defense was simple and consistent throughout: "I have broken no laws. I have committed no crimes." And in fact, that was true. Archibald had been sole sovereign of Camizu, and had not recognized any form of international law as binding on citizens of Camizu. Thus, he had in fact broken no laws, comitted not crimes. But the sentence was passed. And so Doctor Archibald Camizu, third and last ruler of the nation of Camizu, breathed his last. The Revolutionary Army was jubilant. The Sons of Camizu could not hope to hold out any longer. |
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| NRE | Apr 1 2006, 10:27 PM Post #68 |
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After delivering the "package" to the trilateral operatives, he was now alone again in Camizu. oZ wasn't completely finished in the nation and so neither was Ying. The war, if you call it that was going bad for the Doctor and after a week of being in the nation, he heard to news that the good doctor was captured, and then later killed. It was a sad turn of events, the Doctor was someone to admire, but fate was something entirely different though Ying had to use for it. Ying was a persuasive individual, being over seven feet tall and extremely well built, he looked more like a soldier, or executioner than some sort of pawn in a "monkey-siut." The fact of the matter remained though that Ying was Ying and he wasn't paid to be or think otherwise. He had gone through 200 Camizu officers, government officials, and rebel fighters before he found out what he wanted to know. It seems the good Doctor had many secret laboratories and though the rebels had made short work of many of them, there were a few still out there and Ying had to find them. According to a few source of which, thanks to Ying, don't exist anymore the good doctor had one lab in particular which he frequently visited and enjoyed. It was on the coast, and after renting a vehicle, Ying made his way out. He really wasn't a "careful" individual and a patch of rebel fighters caught on to his little investigation and followed him. He had noticed them a while back but really didn't care about them. As long as they kept to simply watching him, they weren't really bothering him though if that were to change they would be dealt with. The lab was supposedly some miles beneath a summer cottage of which was under a name which was still under investigation by oZ. They had never heard the name nor ever hear the good Doctor mention it. They assumed it was simply one of the Doctor's aliases though it was a females name. Nevertheless, Ying made quick work of the front door and got himself inside. It was decorated in a style which seemed decades old, as if time itself had stopped just short of the front door. Ying moved through the house like a shadow on the wall. He checked every closet and room for some sort of secret entrance until finally in the basement he struck gold. It was a small supply closet, or at least that's what it was supposed to appear to be. However, at the simply tug of the broom which was hung on the wall reveal that the closet itself was one small elevator. Ying descended into the lab which awaited him. It was a scientific dream land of which the likes had never been seen before. There were things Ying saw which later, in his reports made some of the toughest record keepers squirm. Truly it was a dungeon of nightmares and insanity, Ying made sure to document it all. The paid dirt though was the computer and file cabinets. They were all filled with priceless scientific discoveries and theorems that only a true genius could accomplish. oZ scientist would come to spend the next several years on them, to only begin to understand exactly what the doctor was beginning to discover. Ying took everything of value and loaded up the jeep he a drove to get there. Everything from the filing cabinets to the hard drives, to a few personal journals. Everything which had an idea of the good Doctors written on it he took. It was when he loaded up the last bit of property that the rebels became a problem. With their riffles loaded and aimed they approached Ying. An where do you think you're going with all this? Looks to me as if all this is property of Camizu, and well that wouldn't make it yours There were at least twelve guys surrounding Ying all with riffles aimed at his head. Even before they spoke he had already devised a plan to defend himself and successfully kill them all but then another idea had crossed his mind. Well, I guess you guys caught me, I assume I'm under arrest then? It was a simply plan really, though oZ now had his son, and a lot of information on some of his life's work there was still something they were interested in and instructed Ying to acquire should the opportunity present itself and he believed it just did. Well, yeah I'd say you were, well boys get some rope and tie him up. Put him in our jeep and you drive his, well take him in and see who has sent him. As they road off back to the city Ying was pleased that it was working as well as it was. With any luck he'd be detained in the same facility the Doctor was and it would be there he'd get from the dead doctor's body the one thing oZ hoped they could acquire. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Apr 1 2006, 10:55 PM Post #69 |
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Within a week, victory would be declared. There had been a few weeks of harsh fighting even after the execution. The Sons of Camizu fought on with fanatical strength. But no amount of fanaticism could make up for their many disadvantages. A provisional government had been formed, and only a few areas in the border regions were still the scene of heavy fighting. Gavon Trenick was in one of those areas now. He had sent a message to the enemy commander hoping to elicit a surrender. The Sons of Camizu had survived where no other loyalists forces had. They had outlasted their leader and their cause. Trenick was sure their commander would be willing to surrender if the terms were generous enough: "To all members of the group Sons of Camizu. I am offereing a full amnesty in return for your unconditional surrender. I strongly suggest you take this offer. In your position, the war is unwinnable. We have you vastly outnumbered. All your remaining forces are surrendered. Archibald Camizu is dead. You cannot win the nation. We are already setting up a new government for the land of Camizu. Once again, surrender now and recieve a full amnesty." At sundown the response came back. "We do not seek to win the nation. We do not seek to set up a government of the land of Camizu. There is not land of Camizu. The Doctor and the nation were one. Without the Doctor, there can be no land of Camizu. One lives only when the other does. You have broken this balance. You have killed Doctor Archibald Camizu. Now all that is left is to await his black miracle." Curiosity touched Gavon's face, but soon gave way to a tired expression. OOC: Finish any stories in Camizu now. |
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| NRE | Apr 1 2006, 11:44 PM Post #70 |
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Get in here and don't speak unless we speak to you, said the guard as he shoved Ying into the cell. It was a poor excuse for a detainment facility if ever Ying had seen one. The bars on the windows and the door were in poor condition, getting out wouldn't be a problem. It seemed as if they were in some sort of old lab facility, probably one of the great Doctors. He had passed a room filled with freezers, he was sure the Doctor would be there. Surely they wouldn't put him in the ground for fear of his body being dung up by some fanatical group so the logical way to dispose of the body was burning it. Ying could only hope that they hadn't gotten that far yet and so he sat back, memorizing the guard change and the habits of the said guards. The morning to noon shift were female soldiers, and though they looked as if they had seen their fair share of killing, Ying wasn't impressed. The noon to evening shift were two recruits who couldn't be more than 16 at the most. Ying could simply look at them in the right way and they'd shit themselves, again Ying wasn't impressed. The grave yard shift, evening until morn was the shift which would simply have to due. The recruits were men, and somewhere in their late 20's. Seemed to be in good physical condition and should pose an obstacle to Ying once he decided to leave. Their one flaw was that one guard always seemed to fall asleep around 2 am and then his buddy would get hungry and go for the snack machines....sloppy. The lock of the cell was easily picked and after snapping the neck of the sleeping guard, Ying was alone for a few minutes. He picked the guard clean of anything he thought would prove useful then when through the guard's desk. There he found a schedule sheet showing that they were going to burn the items Ying found at dawn. It was when Ying read the last few words on the paper that he noticed the guard had returned and was now aiming his pistol at Ying's head. Like a beautifully rehearsed dance, Ying brushed the gun away, snapped the arm which it was in, in two places, kicked his leg, snapping it and bring him to his knees and then snapping his neck, killing him. He then retrieved the pistol and went on to the room with freezers. It was some sort of examination room, probably one of many rooms which the doctor used to learn as much as he could about the dead human body and all it's parts. Ying rummaged through the freezers one by one until he found it, the good Doctor's body. A single bullet to the head had ended his life and history would show us later, that that single bullet also ended an entire nation. Other than the hole in the head and a good portion of the brain gone, the body was in good condition. Ying reached into his coat and pulled out a vile which the guards had failed to remove. With a scalpel from the examining table, Ying removed a small part of the good Doctor's skin and place it into the vile. His mission was now a complete success. He disposed of the other guards which go in his way as he made his way to the air field near the lab. He reached a chopper in the jeep which still contained the items which Ying had taken. He loaded the chopper and took off. More Guards had arrived at this time and it took some interesting Aerial tactics to evade the bullets which were flying at him, but he managed to escape. He'd head to Mwanza Jumhuri and from there transport himself and his cargo to the Trilateral Commission. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Apr 2 2006, 12:05 PM Post #71 |
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The ominous final proclamation of the Sons of Camizu lingered in the minds of many in the new government. Rather than being completely crushed, the Sons simply seemed to fade away, as if their struggle was no longer necessary. Attempts to root out members of the group proved fruitless, as if they had never existed. And yet, their promise of a miracle to come was not easy to forget. Many of those who new about did not sleep well, and looked through whatever records they had access to, searching for a clue. Some dismissed their fears, but most were not able to dismiss it completely. The first epidemic was in the northern region. After the brutal civil war, medical infrastructure was in horrible condition, and it consequently took a long time to react to the crisis. The virus was not recognizable and their was no immediate cure. By the time that a quarantine was established, similar epidemics had occured in all major cities and had spread into the country side. Furthermore the major water supplies seemed to have been contaminated with some sort of chemical. The medical catastrophe required the aid of international agencies, but virus was a new strain, a rapidly spreading one that defied attempts to study it. Eventually, to prevent further spread, strict border controls were enforced. Nobody could enter or leave the country. The next wave of the attack involved bombings of major cities, and gassing in the subways. Apparently bombs had been hidden for a long time, as a perverse contingency plan. The grasslands and forest were set ablaze and the new government was not organized enough to effectively counter them. International agencies found it more and more difficult to organize any sort of relief effort because even their agents quickly succumbed to the sickness of Camizu. Maintaining the quarantine of the country was all they could hope to do. In the end, Camizu had become something of a wasteland. The population was greatly reduced. Those who survived were small, sickly groups, defiled in mind and body, reduced to a disturbing primitivism, incapable of national government. The most frightening thing was how quickly Camizu's hand had reached forth from the grave to corrupt everything it touched. The perpetrators of this heinous suicide strategy were more organized, more efficient, and more effective, than either the revolutionaries or outside relief agencies. It was as if this plan had been formulated a long time ago, within the paranoid and deranged mind that could only have belonged to one man. That man's dream had come to an end, and so he had ensured that everyone else's dreams would end with his. Like the ancients who sought to take their possessions with them into the next life, Archibald Camizu had seized the Land of Camizu and dragged it screaming into Hell with him. OOC: TC, you can remove Camizu from the African Continent map now. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Apr 8 2006, 05:40 PM Post #72 |
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Dr. Judas Camizu peered out of the round portal of his helicopter to take one last look at Africa, the dark continent. This land has confounded men and nations for lifetimes and centuries. How many foreign armies have met their ends here, done in by the perverse tropical diseases and attrition? How many generations trapped by the deadly cycles of war and famine, pestilence and death? Three TC operatives, in black suits and ties, were hunched in their seats across and beside him, catching sleep. In the tired silence Dr. Camizu lit a cigar and chuckled, momentarily hyper-aware of his position at a pivot of all space and time. Is this a poignant moment for the history of Africa, where the Camizu look back on the land they've lost and vow to return, like a vengeful MacArthur retreating from the Phillippines? Or was such a thought contrived and futile; did his future lie outside this seemingly cursed continent? Stopping occasionally only to refuel, the helicopter convoy passed endless stretches of jungle, then savanna, then desert. After a 20 hour ride Dr. Camizu stepped onto the helicopter tarmac on the roof of the sprawling 43-story, steel-and-glass oZ Corp complex in Ashkelon, Israel, a city of the Trilateral Commission. He was greeted by several oZ Corp and TC officials dressed in overcoats; it was surprisingly chilly outside. Someone handed Dr. Camizu an overcoat, to cover his light blue prison jump suit. **** After he had stayed in the oZ Corp building for a few days, in a VIP suite, Dr. Camizu attended a banquet held in his honor in the TC compound, with members of the TC POlicy Council and oZ Corp officials. The meal was outlandish and decadent; the sommeliers uncorked fifty bottles of vintage 1789 pre-Revolution burgundy, unspoilt because they were stored for centuries in an oxygenless cave. The guests feasted on steak made from critically endangered Siberian tigers, caviar from endangered Caspian sturgeon, mousses and omelettes made out of endangered peackock eggs, and other rare foods prepared by the world's best chefs. Over dinner, there was some light conversation about African politics. Boris Berezhovsky, the Director of the Trilateral Commission was present at the table, but totally ineffective. He had survived several assassination attempts recently, and his face was paralyzed and scarred from poison. A beautiful leggy blonde woman sitting next to him fed him spoonfuls of his food. He stayed mute throughout the dinner. OOC (more coming, will finish later) |
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| Rhadamanthus | Apr 8 2006, 05:47 PM Post #73 |
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OOC: Nice post, TC. I like the philosophical pondering and the description of the dinner. I am looking forward to seeing the continuation. |
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