A Vow for Justice.

       [Santo Domingo-Juarez District Maximum Security Penitentiary] [May 13, 2095] - It was the middle of the night, the guards of the prison paced back and forth. Their lights shining in bright beacons against the dimly lit concrete which towered above us. I reached my hands down onto the trapdoor, you couldn't see it if you didn't know it was there, it was blanketed in asbestos and cement. I tipped the cleaners with my earnings from doing prison work, but by now they'd just force you to do it without pay. Here I hid my dwindling supply of coins, and my only valuable. I opened up the trapdoor just as the last guard walked out of view, revealing a dusty book. as I grabbed it a thick coating of dust fell into the hole, dissolving into the air like vapor. I quickly opened the book and situated it between my shirt and my mattress, barely concealing it in a nonakward position. I dusted off the book. 'A Brief His-' 

      "What the (expIetive) do you think you're up too?"I heard in a stern, demanding voice, followed by the jingle of a shackle and a loud metal creak. I turned my face just to be blinded by a bright ray of light. Suddenly I felt a sharp electrical shock, I gagged and my hands released the book, it flew out onto the floor. An officer who I could not make out the face of spoke in a curious voice, "Huh?" A few moments later my eyes opened and I was out of my cell, blood pouring from my jaws, my bare feet being dragged against the cement, razing my legs as if the floor was the hoove of a goat and I was a mountain. Soon I found the eyes of the other prisoners on my body, stern looks of disappointment and or pity; followed by my own screams and kicking, fighting for my life as the officers lead me into the grass outside of the cell block. I saw two riflemen waiting for me at the end of the field, where I presumed were the killing fields I had been told about by my fellow prisoners. There was a tree in the field, with the rest of it being grass, chain-link walls, and a few mulch paths.

      "Another example?" A relaxed guard said, smoking a joint as he motioned the officers to move me closer, he gripped his rifle. They stood there for a moment and turned my head to the cell block as I lost my sense of touch. A crowd of prisoners doozily walked out into the field, being directed to stare at me. I was about to die and the only thing I could remember was the sea of body ink which I had to squint my eye to read; From arm to arm, each tiredly approaching closer to me before the officers started to beat the slowest of the pact. Then they began to pick up the pace, before the officers stopped them a few ten feet away from my lifeless body. The two guards let go from my shoulders and I dropped onto the ground helpless.

      "You (expIetive) (expIetive) dirty (expIetive)!" A female officer yelled scratchily as she kicked my ribs. I jerked but I couldn't feel the pain, only the warm blood still leaking from my face. She kicked again, my face colliding with the cold soil as I attempted to breath. She kicked me again with her baton. I heard the distinctive whimpering of my friend, Leonardo, he was the only person I regularly talked to inside of the prison, with the exception of the occasional chat between me and the cell inspectors. My thoughts were interrupted by another kick to my ribs, causing a tooth to be ejected from my mouth, tissue and all. Suddenly, Leonardo jumped out of the crowd of prisoners, dove into a female officer and stole her baton; He quickly got up and rushed towards me as other guards chased to confront him. like a Deer he skipped past, one man jumping into to stop him before Leonardo catapulted himself off of him onto another guard, smacking them with the baton. The guards around me went to stop him, the other prisoners watched in terror at the ongoing scene.

      I mustered the strength to get up and hid behind the singular tree in the courtyard, I heard more of Leonardo's cries, then the dragging of his body. Another officer must have caught my movements; They slowly approached the tree and readied a taser. "The chase is fun." The officer commented slowly...

      Then, a bright burst of light appeared followed by a deafening sound. A pulsating ringing echoed through my ear and I braced my face as a cloud of ash and debris raced forward from all directions. The fence fell down and trapped my limbs, razing my skin in a cross pattern, causing me to bleed horrifically. It felt that in a perfect storm, all possible pain had been enforced upon me. I started to cry but the embers falling from the gust of smoke evaporated the water as it landed on me. I felt a million pains. Yet, I could not help feel solace, I could feel that I was going to be saved, I believed today had been won.

      [The FIeet RepubIic] [February 6, 2095 - 5:37 PM] 

      Gargoza felt his head injuries, remembering what they had done to him, priding himself in the solidarity his executives had shown after the attack. His office phone began to ring; He picked up. "Madrid, to Gargoza, Hello?" He facepalmed, "What you cannot realize, in your own insular celebrations, is that they [The Soviets, British, etc] would gladly have me destroy you before they themselves seek to kill me." The Iberian caller responded fiercely with incoherent yapping. Gargoza cleared his throat, "Silence." There was silence.

     "Iberia is nothing but a pawn, a pariah seeking power through the lifting by those who only find Iberia convenient at this time. 

Iberia is their cannon fodder, and it is much more politically useful to destroy you for your notoriety.

There is no world where Iberia wins

To the world, perhaps, Iberia is a cancerous tumor, begging for resources and attention when life would be much simpler without it.

If Iberia is the cancer, then I am the cure." 

      Gargoza placed down the phone in a cold sweat, relaxing in his chair as his body shivered. He stare out at the window, a pitch black adorned the unfamiliar skyline of Santo Domingo. He'd much rather be in Olsztyn, it felt safer there, and nobody talked on the streets like the people did here. He recieved another phone call, and lazily picked up the phone.

Nukeya not mentioned grrrrrrrrrr

The ongoing war has become more of a "I support the current thing" instead of actuaI vaIid reasons to decIare war on the APSA, but oh weII, Ima roII with it

I am gIad Soviet is not as insufferable as Iberia or some other peopIe here, he is shameIessIy eviI and weII its onIy reaIIy my own fauIt if peopIe wouId choose someone who IiteraIIy caIIs his aIIies cannon fodder over me - fair is fair.

Dont worry, I wiII make a buIIetin regarding the war soon :)