Deathless Ideal: Part 1 (USSR RP)
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Despite feeling fairly uncomfortable, Sergei was not impressed with this mysterious figure, as he could tell some of his comrades weren't. It was clear he was supposed to be some intimidating, powerful person, perhaps the leader of the ILSA, but Sergei doubted this was so. Why would a few civilians be sent to meet the leader of the ILSA? Unless they were that bored here that they had nothing better to do.
As he was thinking, one of his fellow prisoners continued asking the questions he also wanted answers to, such as why were they here? Sergei returned his attention to the man.
As he was thinking, one of his fellow prisoners continued asking the questions he also wanted answers to, such as why were they here? Sergei returned his attention to the man.
"Oh, Mr. Kormar, I have plenty more gestures and insults for you... But I shall do as you request..."
The figure shuffled some more papers, and crossed it's arms. "I have phone taps on all of the communication devices in this facility, and I was just to talk with Commander Troke on some matters, when I heard him discussing his plans for you... They were definitely not benevolent, or pretty. I decided to... instate my own will on the matter, and bring you here."
"You see, I am a man of benevolence, and although I could leave these matters to my men and let them do what they want... I have a tendency to intervene, I enjoy it! This is why I brought you here, for my own amusement, and your own survival. But please, ask more questions and gain more knowledge."
The figure shuffled some more papers, and crossed it's arms. "I have phone taps on all of the communication devices in this facility, and I was just to talk with Commander Troke on some matters, when I heard him discussing his plans for you... They were definitely not benevolent, or pretty. I decided to... instate my own will on the matter, and bring you here."
"You see, I am a man of benevolence, and although I could leave these matters to my men and let them do what they want... I have a tendency to intervene, I enjoy it! This is why I brought you here, for my own amusement, and your own survival. But please, ask more questions and gain more knowledge."
"Mmph..." Cyprus muttered rubbing his eyes, still quite tired from the day's events. He had little idea what was going on, but nothing sounded like it was going to end up well. The mention of this 'Fat Dog' didn't sound good. He remembered hearing the name used a while ago by a few Bolshevik supporters, they called the man a monster, now it was time to see if this was true.
"How can a large operation such as this be well hidden in Russia? It seems near impossible that your base here hasn't been found out." Andrew asked, not needing to go to the bathroom anymore.
"And it appears you see something... in us, maybe just entertainment, but you still have some use for us to be alive. What would that be?"
"And it appears you see something... in us, maybe just entertainment, but you still have some use for us to be alive. What would that be?"
He clapped his hands at Dmitri, "I have gone by many names, the Bogeyman, the slaughterer, the enigmatic one... But yes, you may call me Fat Dog... 'Tis a strange name, no? It implies so many things, and disregards much more..."
He looked at Sergei, "I? A soviet? That is funny, I think you know, as well as I do, that I am no such thing."
He turned to Andrew, "I know, even I am surprised we have gone on so long! I can say 'glitches' in the Uninet keep the Soviets rather blind about us. On your other question, I am here to confront you on your future... In due time, I won't have much more time for more questions after we have discussed it... Protocol, you see."
He looked at Sergei, "I? A soviet? That is funny, I think you know, as well as I do, that I am no such thing."
He turned to Andrew, "I know, even I am surprised we have gone on so long! I can say 'glitches' in the Uninet keep the Soviets rather blind about us. On your other question, I am here to confront you on your future... In due time, I won't have much more time for more questions after we have discussed it... Protocol, you see."
"But it would make sense. If the Soviets wanted to control a revolution what better way than to have the leader in their pocket?"
Sergei stares at the composer.
"You rally up dissidents and then on your mark the Soviets sweep in and do away with all of us."
Sergei stares at the composer.
"You rally up dissidents and then on your mark the Soviets sweep in and do away with all of us."
"You sir, are a fool. The ILSA costs the Soviets billions a year, and has been going for nearly 20 years now. Your idea of a conspiracy is... stupid, to say the least. I think you share the stupidity of the conspiracy with yourself."
Fat Dog shrugged.
Fat Dog shrugged.
Dmitri leaned to Sergei and whispered.
"Uh, I don't think it is a very good idea to antagonize the man who decides your fate."
"Uh, I don't think it is a very good idea to antagonize the man who decides your fate."
"Perhaps, but what does it matter, I can die for the ILSA or die in a Soviet work camp. Death is the inevitability and my actions have only a slight chance of prolonging it."
Lukas, who had been quiet since the beginning of the encounter, began to jerk. His face contorted into that anger, and he pulled a pistol out at Sergei.
"DON'T YOU EVER... ACCUSE THIS MAN OF BEING A SOVIET, YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF..."
Fat Dog turned to Lukas, and held his hand up,
"Captain Daryvich, please." Lukas shrugged and lowered the gun, and holstered it. Fat Dog continued, "I apologise for Captain Daryvich, if it is any consolation to you, he did not immediately shoot you... Which many others in the organization would. Back on to the point, you shall simply have to look around you... Your train is hardly a notable event... We could show you this..."
The screens in the room flickered to an old building next to a river. It had a large clock tower and a grand Gothic architectural façade.
"This was the Houses of Parliament, a historic building in Britain. It also was the Soviet's symbolic palace of England, it was a beacon of dominance on their part, showing their control of the country. But we changed that..."
Just as Fat Dog finished, the building and the tower were illuminated by a great light... Then there was simply burning debris in it's place. "That was 3 years ago, and they are still trying to pick up the pieces! Do you have any more playing requests?"
"DON'T YOU EVER... ACCUSE THIS MAN OF BEING A SOVIET, YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF..."
Fat Dog turned to Lukas, and held his hand up,
"Captain Daryvich, please." Lukas shrugged and lowered the gun, and holstered it. Fat Dog continued, "I apologise for Captain Daryvich, if it is any consolation to you, he did not immediately shoot you... Which many others in the organization would. Back on to the point, you shall simply have to look around you... Your train is hardly a notable event... We could show you this..."
The screens in the room flickered to an old building next to a river. It had a large clock tower and a grand Gothic architectural façade.
"This was the Houses of Parliament, a historic building in Britain. It also was the Soviet's symbolic palace of England, it was a beacon of dominance on their part, showing their control of the country. But we changed that..."
Just as Fat Dog finished, the building and the tower were illuminated by a great light... Then there was simply burning debris in it's place. "That was 3 years ago, and they are still trying to pick up the pieces! Do you have any more playing requests?"
"So you wasted time and resources to blow up a symbol? With the same amount of work you could have taken out a major soviet building, raided a base, or maybe even taken out one of the Soviet higher ups."
Bows his head in deference.
"But then I suppose I know nothing of waging war as spectacle, I only understand it in terms of winning."
Bows his head in deference.
"But then I suppose I know nothing of waging war as spectacle, I only understand it in terms of winning."
"Symbols are all the Soviets can legitimately use to win the hearts and minds of the people, throw away these symbols, and you take away the nectar for the bees. The Houses of Parliament was also the office of many Soviet governors in Britain, so we did deal a strategic blow to them. You seem to think that that is our only operation, you are wrong."
The screens changed again to images of several newspapers, they were all set to September 19, 2008, and all flashed the same headline:
"This was last year, when we poisoned the water tanks at the Beijing Governmental Institute. They all died, and Northern China has been in a state of economic and political limbo ever since."
Fat Dog sighed as the image returned to the standard cycle of images, and he began to speak to the group again.
"There is a lot more, but I care not to elaborate. The ILSA is the bane of the Soviets, you seem to think us as a tiny organization. You are wrong, we rival the Bolsheviks!"
The screens changed again to images of several newspapers, they were all set to September 19, 2008, and all flashed the same headline:
Terrorists Brutally Massacre Chinese Governers
"This was last year, when we poisoned the water tanks at the Beijing Governmental Institute. They all died, and Northern China has been in a state of economic and political limbo ever since."
Fat Dog sighed as the image returned to the standard cycle of images, and he began to speak to the group again.
"There is a lot more, but I care not to elaborate. The ILSA is the bane of the Soviets, you seem to think us as a tiny organization. You are wrong, we rival the Bolsheviks!"
Could you clarify what you meant in that post, I don't understand.
I misread the post, I thought you said we were IN the Parliament building. I should probably fix it.
"Ahh, massacring a governor, that is more my speed. You can take the symbols and I will take the murder."
Yan wanted to remain silent. He wanted to be invisible and invulnerable, to show nothing of himself to this motley band of prisoners, and their rather smug captors. But once again, he had to break his silence, to secure the course of events. He sighed softly, then spoke
"But what, pray, does the leader of a global resistance force want with the bedraggled, unprepared band of convicts and nobodies rescued from a train wreck?"
"And furthermore, what the hell is any leader, especially one with an intelligence as vast as yours reputedly is, talking face to face with such people? There are ways to train and condition a man so that he could leap this distance and tear your throat out with their teeth. Such men could kill you before this man" he gestured at Lukas, " could draw and fire, but they could fight on even with a bullet wound to the torso. No, I do not think you are Fat Dog. You are an image, a puppet, to make us suitably impressed. Either that, or you're nothing like the man in the stories."
"But what, pray, does the leader of a global resistance force want with the bedraggled, unprepared band of convicts and nobodies rescued from a train wreck?"
"And furthermore, what the hell is any leader, especially one with an intelligence as vast as yours reputedly is, talking face to face with such people? There are ways to train and condition a man so that he could leap this distance and tear your throat out with their teeth. Such men could kill you before this man" he gestured at Lukas, " could draw and fire, but they could fight on even with a bullet wound to the torso. No, I do not think you are Fat Dog. You are an image, a puppet, to make us suitably impressed. Either that, or you're nothing like the man in the stories."