Post by EmperorMyric on Mar 22, 2021 16:23:33 GMT
Satembi
Two hours before
Franco Guillén felt the coming night winds brush against him in his own overcoat and mask, causing him to chill at first. He was never used to the cold, having resided in the hotter parts of Satembi and not often being out at night. But over time, he started to ignore it as he looked again at the light exiting the open doors and windows of the barracks. He and another lieutenant, a Syran named Erica Gonzalez, were waiting for instructions from their commanding officer who was discussing with his own superior.
Alone for now with her and in the cold night which was fast approaching over them, he told her "Are you used to the cold?"
"Not as much as the rest are. I came from Alondra but I never get used to it." She then looked at him for a bit and smiled. She said "I thought I told you about it."
"You did. I just like talking to you about it. At least it makes me feel better in the night."
She rolled her eyes at him and looked to the front. She said "Oh, whatever. But I guess that's good for you, isn't it?"
"It is." He then glanced at the barracks again, the Syran caught him doing so and said to him "Got second thoughts on the coming operation? Thinking it's illegal?"
He thought about it and then nodded as another cold wind came upon them. Their breaths started to create small clouds as they breathed and spoke. She explained to him with a serious looking smile
"Don't worry about it. It isn't. We're dealing with illegal combatants and they did more shit than we did. There's more to it and I'm too cold to talk more about it."
"Really now? You're a combat officer of the United Worlds of Alondra and that's how you talk to another officer at the same level as you?" He chuckled while she rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms, raising a brow at him "Please, what's up?"
She was about to say something when a human male dressed in a tan overcoat and a cap on his head. The cap was decorated with a small skull over two rifles crossed together. He said to them
"All right, Lieutenants. It's time for us to go."
The two officers turned around to face him and saluted him. They both said
"Yes, Sir! We'll be moving out, Major Vanmala!"
1900 HR
Several kilometers west of Satembi City
The stars witnessed a convoy of dark vehicles travel over a narrow but long road so far away from the city. If one could get closer by a godly manner, it would seem that the vehicles were indeed painted darkly, with their headlights being the only ones to provide what was before them with brightness while behind them, those that followed were careful enough to maintain a distance of a few meters from one another.
Leading them was an ordinary car with the words UWA MILITARY POLICE painted in silver over the doors and the back of it. Following it were half a dozen trucks that carried what seemed to be men and women in handcuffs, watched over by armed men and women in uniforms. There was no cloth over the frames at the backs of the trucks, causing the prisoners to chill in their seats while those who watched them were comfortable in their overcoats as well as masks. Scarves were not advised.
Nevertheless, the convoy continued without any problem from the prisoners as two infantry fighting vehicles, each armed with a 40mm cannon, two 10mm machine guns and a pod mounted on their turrets carrying 4 missiles that could strike air or land targets. There were also trucks armed with machine guns manned by men. These trucks surrounded the convoy as they went along the road.
Soon after, they reached a small field named Junkers. There was a wooden sign that declared it so. There the convoy went off the road and into it, stopping there. It began then and there.
The soldiers got off first. Once the officers thought that most of their men were out of the transports, the order to get the prisoners off was carried out. Any man or woman in chains was grabbed and pulled off the trucks, often just letting them fall to the ground. Those who resisted were beaten with the butts of rifles or threatened with bayonets.
There was a bit of a commotion but it was nothing too serious as it carried on, officers overseeing the movement of the prisoners towards a large hole in the ground which seems to have been prepared in advance.
Among the officers were the pair. Erica separated herself from her partner so she could gather her own men while he looked for his own. Watching them from the turret of one of the infantry fighting vehicles.
Just a few more minutes and soon enough, all the prisoners were being herded into the hole and surrounded by men with their guns. To make things a little more dramatic, at the orders of the major, the men were ordered to strip the prisoners of their clothing. It caused them to protest but in the face of coming death soon enough, it was futile. Erica and her men helped in handling the women while the men had the male prisoners disrobe. Once that was done, the clothes were gathered and placed at the far end of the hole.
Then came the final order "Make ready and aim!" It was a chilling order that caused the hair to stand on the skin of Erica and Franco as they and their men checked their weapons and then raised them, aiming them at the prisoners. Some of the poor souls came closer to one another while the rest tried to hide their faces or protect their bodies, exposed to the cold and the coming gunfire.
"Fire at will!" And then came the thundering roar of guns. Only the soldiers on the ground shot at the prisoners, their bullets or blasts of hot plasma tearing through their flesh, downing those at the front and those immediately behind them. One by one, in quick succession, the soldiers murdered them in cold blood.
For now though, at the permission of one of the officers nearby, an infantry fighting vehicle used one of their energy machine guns to shoot down any prisoner still standing, chopping off limbs or parts of their bodies as the soldiers finished the rest off with double taps or simply by firing until they were down.
Erica then sighed as she checked her heavy pistol. It appeared to Franco that it was an old tool, one chambered for firing 10mm rounds. She started to do her own business of making sure every prisoner who was on the ground was dead, shooting her bullets through the heads of their targets, walking over their corpses once the firing stopped from both the men and the IFV.
Franco also started to follow her example but did it more slowly and with a visible expression of horror on his face while she did it without any disturbing thoughts on her mind. Shot after shot rang out as his own powered pistol struck skull after skull.
It was over in a matter of a moment. The officers and soldiers got out of the hole and then came the rest of the troops who started digging soil back on the bodies and clothes. For a while, the two officers were given a chance to relax. Erica pulled out a cigarette and lit it up with a small lighter before offering another to Franco. Franco refused and instead closed his eyes as he embraced himself in the cold after what they have done is being buried by their own men.
Two hours before
Franco Guillén felt the coming night winds brush against him in his own overcoat and mask, causing him to chill at first. He was never used to the cold, having resided in the hotter parts of Satembi and not often being out at night. But over time, he started to ignore it as he looked again at the light exiting the open doors and windows of the barracks. He and another lieutenant, a Syran named Erica Gonzalez, were waiting for instructions from their commanding officer who was discussing with his own superior.
Alone for now with her and in the cold night which was fast approaching over them, he told her "Are you used to the cold?"
"Not as much as the rest are. I came from Alondra but I never get used to it." She then looked at him for a bit and smiled. She said "I thought I told you about it."
"You did. I just like talking to you about it. At least it makes me feel better in the night."
She rolled her eyes at him and looked to the front. She said "Oh, whatever. But I guess that's good for you, isn't it?"
"It is." He then glanced at the barracks again, the Syran caught him doing so and said to him "Got second thoughts on the coming operation? Thinking it's illegal?"
He thought about it and then nodded as another cold wind came upon them. Their breaths started to create small clouds as they breathed and spoke. She explained to him with a serious looking smile
"Don't worry about it. It isn't. We're dealing with illegal combatants and they did more shit than we did. There's more to it and I'm too cold to talk more about it."
"Really now? You're a combat officer of the United Worlds of Alondra and that's how you talk to another officer at the same level as you?" He chuckled while she rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms, raising a brow at him "Please, what's up?"
She was about to say something when a human male dressed in a tan overcoat and a cap on his head. The cap was decorated with a small skull over two rifles crossed together. He said to them
"All right, Lieutenants. It's time for us to go."
The two officers turned around to face him and saluted him. They both said
"Yes, Sir! We'll be moving out, Major Vanmala!"
1900 HR
Several kilometers west of Satembi City
The stars witnessed a convoy of dark vehicles travel over a narrow but long road so far away from the city. If one could get closer by a godly manner, it would seem that the vehicles were indeed painted darkly, with their headlights being the only ones to provide what was before them with brightness while behind them, those that followed were careful enough to maintain a distance of a few meters from one another.
Leading them was an ordinary car with the words UWA MILITARY POLICE painted in silver over the doors and the back of it. Following it were half a dozen trucks that carried what seemed to be men and women in handcuffs, watched over by armed men and women in uniforms. There was no cloth over the frames at the backs of the trucks, causing the prisoners to chill in their seats while those who watched them were comfortable in their overcoats as well as masks. Scarves were not advised.
Nevertheless, the convoy continued without any problem from the prisoners as two infantry fighting vehicles, each armed with a 40mm cannon, two 10mm machine guns and a pod mounted on their turrets carrying 4 missiles that could strike air or land targets. There were also trucks armed with machine guns manned by men. These trucks surrounded the convoy as they went along the road.
Soon after, they reached a small field named Junkers. There was a wooden sign that declared it so. There the convoy went off the road and into it, stopping there. It began then and there.
The soldiers got off first. Once the officers thought that most of their men were out of the transports, the order to get the prisoners off was carried out. Any man or woman in chains was grabbed and pulled off the trucks, often just letting them fall to the ground. Those who resisted were beaten with the butts of rifles or threatened with bayonets.
There was a bit of a commotion but it was nothing too serious as it carried on, officers overseeing the movement of the prisoners towards a large hole in the ground which seems to have been prepared in advance.
Among the officers were the pair. Erica separated herself from her partner so she could gather her own men while he looked for his own. Watching them from the turret of one of the infantry fighting vehicles.
Just a few more minutes and soon enough, all the prisoners were being herded into the hole and surrounded by men with their guns. To make things a little more dramatic, at the orders of the major, the men were ordered to strip the prisoners of their clothing. It caused them to protest but in the face of coming death soon enough, it was futile. Erica and her men helped in handling the women while the men had the male prisoners disrobe. Once that was done, the clothes were gathered and placed at the far end of the hole.
Then came the final order "Make ready and aim!" It was a chilling order that caused the hair to stand on the skin of Erica and Franco as they and their men checked their weapons and then raised them, aiming them at the prisoners. Some of the poor souls came closer to one another while the rest tried to hide their faces or protect their bodies, exposed to the cold and the coming gunfire.
"Fire at will!" And then came the thundering roar of guns. Only the soldiers on the ground shot at the prisoners, their bullets or blasts of hot plasma tearing through their flesh, downing those at the front and those immediately behind them. One by one, in quick succession, the soldiers murdered them in cold blood.
For now though, at the permission of one of the officers nearby, an infantry fighting vehicle used one of their energy machine guns to shoot down any prisoner still standing, chopping off limbs or parts of their bodies as the soldiers finished the rest off with double taps or simply by firing until they were down.
Erica then sighed as she checked her heavy pistol. It appeared to Franco that it was an old tool, one chambered for firing 10mm rounds. She started to do her own business of making sure every prisoner who was on the ground was dead, shooting her bullets through the heads of their targets, walking over their corpses once the firing stopped from both the men and the IFV.
Franco also started to follow her example but did it more slowly and with a visible expression of horror on his face while she did it without any disturbing thoughts on her mind. Shot after shot rang out as his own powered pistol struck skull after skull.
It was over in a matter of a moment. The officers and soldiers got out of the hole and then came the rest of the troops who started digging soil back on the bodies and clothes. For a while, the two officers were given a chance to relax. Erica pulled out a cigarette and lit it up with a small lighter before offering another to Franco. Franco refused and instead closed his eyes as he embraced himself in the cold after what they have done is being buried by their own men.