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Hope & Despair
Topic Started: Oct 21 2011, 02:36 PM (368 Views)
Don Durito
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Bluetown - the Republic of Agombia

''We are the people of this land! We belong to it! And we belong to nobody else!'', shouted a demagogue in front of thousands of people. People fired with their kalashnikovs into the air.
''We do not belong to the white man! And certainly not to Potamia!'', yelled the speaker, known by the name Kezekia Toto.

Kezekia Toto was the leader of the Revolutionary Black Power Party, a marxist, black nationalist independence movement advocating the independence of Agombia. Toto was the face of the independence movement in Agombia, he controlled the political wing of the radical RBPP. According to some rumors, Dida Fikre Ngowa was here as well. Ngowa was the most wanted man in Agombia, wanted for murder and terrorism. He was at the head of the violent wing of the Revolutionary Black Power Party. Ngowa was responsible for numerous attacks on colonial government buildings, functionaries and bank robberies.

In the past years, at least 30 Potamians had been kidnapped by guerillas and were kept hostage in the jungles. Toto was a wise, relatively moderate man. He was a thoughtful man. A man who didn't want to have anything to do with violence. Ngowa was an extremist, seeing all Potamians as evil. He hated everything they stood for: their ethnicity, capitalism, imperialism. Toto attended university in Potamia, Ngowa grew up on the countryside in Agombia and never had any for of education except from what his parents taught him and the experiences of life.

Despite these differences, Toto and Ngowa were known to be good friends - but officially they denied that. The reason why many people believed Ngowa was present here at this rally was because the men with the weapons were wearing golden rings and necklaces - which indicated they had been robbing Potamian colonials. Ngowa and his militias were notorious for robbing colonials. And if his militiamen were here, so may he be as well.

Kezekia Toto feared the future of his country. While he was standing here speaking to the masses, he realized that the only thing that prevented his country from falling down the cliff was the colonial rule. Not because they took good care of the country - rather the contrary. The colonists were a common enemy of the Agombian people. But once this common enemy was defeated, Agombia would be left in extreme poverty, corruption and political instability with no one to blame. Toto feared that in such extreme social conditions, anyone with access to weapons would start to rob, steal, plunder, rape and kill.

The music began to play, and Toto tried to suppress his thoughts about the future of Agombia. People started to dance around. Entire families had come to dance and celebrate. They celebrated not so much because there was anything to celebrate, they celebrated because there was hope. Toto knew that hope was everything this country had, because beyond hope there was nothing. Agombia had nothing. An independent Agombia had nothing to offer to its people. But at this moment, Toto had the Agombians an enemy to offer, so that at least the weapons were aimed in the same direction.
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Boto Wantassa - 300 kilometers from Birungi

It was a cloudy day in the town of Wantassa, located in the dense jungles of Agombia. In this part of Agombia, the colonial authority of the Kobolians rested on the collaboration of locals and natives. The governor of this village was Negussu Yuhi - an educated man who worked his way up in the ranks of the colonial rule. Yuhi was known for his self-enrichment, and his clique was not much better.

With a monopoly on all violence and weapons in this part of Agombia, Yuhi ruled as an absolute monarch; he ordered civilians to build enormous villas for him and his deputies, political opposition in the village simply ''disappeared'' and women were frequently kidnapped from their homes to keep the chief in good company during the night.

In Boto Wantassa, Yuhi made the rules and he ensured that no economic activity could exist without him receiving commissions and payments for ''licences''. Local police chiefs greatly benefitted from collaborating with Yuhi and the Kobolian authorities? They let it go on, because Yuhi also suppressed all anti-colonial sentiments. As a result, Boto Wantassa had become a quite and peaceful village for Kobolian colonists to live; no anti-colonialists, just a small village where everyone knew his place.

That was about to change drastically. Through the jungles the two most feared men of Agombia were nearing. Commander Dida Fikre Ngowa and his right hand Bhoke Kissa Gasana were heading towards the village. They were in command of the violent wing of the Revolutionary Black Power Party, notorious for their attacks on colonists and colonial collaborators.

Commander Ngowa was a fierce extremist, an black nationalist and a convinced marxist who hunted, without mercy, after colonists and political enemies. His guerrillas operated, harassed and killed with impunity. They were however not the biggest threat in Agombia. Perhaps a political threat, but socially the Matope Boys were perhaps even more dangerous.

The Matope Boys were originally a youth gang from the slums of Bluetown. Their current leader is Mutesa Kissa Mutasa, half brother of Bhoke Kissa Gasana. Gasana provides his brother with ammunition and weapons, and Mutasa in his turn armed his gang with firearms. Soon the other gangs with their clubs and machetes were no match to the Matope Boys of Mutasa, who now controls most urban areas in Agombia through branches of his street gang. Mutasa joined the gang as a kid after he watched his mother getting raped and killed. Now he is the leader who commands respect from everyone. Those who join him enjoy luxuries such as women, children to do the dirty work for them, drugs and money.

The Revolutionary Black Power Party was different. They had a political aim, the leaders were politically motivated yet not always less cruel. As the guerrillas of Ngowa and Gassana encircled the village, Yuhi's troops sounded the alarms. People went hiding inside their homes as the guerrillas opened fire at a distance of some 400 meters. All of a sudden there numerous shots fired from all directions - nobody got hit but the sound alone was enough to scare the thoughest and bravest man in Renatia.

Yuhi's troops returned fire, but they were no match from the beginning. Yuhi had some 500 men defending the village - his personal kingdom - the guerrillas had roughly 130 men with them. But they had the village encircled, Yuhi's troops were confused and panicked. As the guerrillas took out military stations with RPG's, almost half of Yuhi's army routed and fled into the jungle, ditching their uniforms. Unfortunately for them, Ngowa's forces were hiding all over the jungle and quickly captured the fleeing soldiers. Some of Ngowa's men were mercifull and allowed the routing soldiers to join their side. Other commanders were more sadistic and tied the prisoners up to a tree to beat them to death with sticks.

After a couple of hours of intense combat, Gasana's troops managed to advance into the village. As the guerrillas made their way through the village, people emerged from their homes to celebrate them as liberators. Strengthened by the cheering masses running around his jeep, Gasana launched the attack on Yuhi's residence.

Ngowa's troops were also entering the village and they immediately began acting like a 5th column. They breached into every house or building, looking for ''collaborators of the Colonial regime''. People were interrogated in their homes by armed guerrillas with adrenaline and drugs running through their veins. Those who could not answer quick enough were taken from their homes as ''collaborators'' and dragged into the streets. I will not describe in detail what happened to them, but they were lynched by an angry mob. The mob that assembled around the guerrillas grew bigger and bigger, and with much confidence they encircled and entered every building in the village to drag out the ''collaborators''. The victims were not even interrogated anymore, they were just guilty because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Children were taken away from their parents to raise them as revolutionaries, and Ngowa personally ordered the parents to be executed.

After an hour Gasana had fully occupied Yuhi's villa with his guerrillas, and they dragged a bleeding governor Yuhi out of the house. He was hung up on a tree by his skin and humiliated before an angry crowd. Gasana jokingly pretended he was leading a trial against Yuhi, and convicted the man and gave him dozens of cruel punishments which he then ordered to be carried out. Yuhi was humiliated and tortured for hours, the crowd was only laughing and celebrating. Some people left - they could not whitness the horror.

Eventually Gasana shot Yuhi dead. Gasana, Ngowa and the crowd then assembled in the center of the village to make a list of houses they hadn't ''checked'' yet. For the entire noon, the guerrillas followed by a mob raided homes, taking valuable stuff which they called ''Liberated property'' and the owners were taken to a square and shot dead by firing squad.

When the sun went down, Ngowa commanded his troops it was time to move on and retreat back into the jungles. Gasana remained a few hours longer with his men to enjoy the stolen liquor and cigars and have ''fun'' with the local women - for them it was more of a nightmare.

By midnight Gasana and his troops left the village Boto Wantassa. They left behind 288 corpses in the town square, another 112 mutilated corpses throughout the village and they took 21 women and 34 children with them.
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Benjamin Pierce let out an animal-like grunt as he swung his racket toward the fast-moving yellow ball coming towards him; making contact, it spun in the opposite direction with even greater speed before curving quickly to the right and struck the ground before his opponent could react. The other man cursed in frustration, angry that he had been beaten yet again. "Ben, you're just too damn good," said Francis Miller, an Allied Special Tactics and Reconnaissance (commonly referred to as "Spectre") field chief stationed at their Meridian headquarters in Bluetown.

"That's because I learned from the best, Francis," Pierce complimented back. Only five people new in the Agombian administration that he was an Spectre agent who was on tour in Agombia acting as the Governor's personal adviser. Top of his class graduating in '65, he was rumored to being groomed for the upper ranks of Spectre or some other prestigious position. What most people didn't know was that he had already been spearheading black ops as an agent since his second year in university. Pierce and Miller shook hands, and went to clean the sweat off of their faces. In the side pocket of his bag, Pierce noticed his phone light flashed blue indicating he had an encrypted message in his inbox. "I'm sorry Mr. Miller, but I'm afraid I have to head out to the office real quick, the bossman's calling," he said as he started walking towards the showers. "I'll see you at that lunch tomorrow?"

Miller had just lit a cigarette, puffing on it before replying. "The one about the border? You bet." Pierce waved behind him as he stepped down the stairs to the change rooms. This message was off-schedule, either a new order or a new mission; he showered and dressed, making his way out the front doors of the Arnold Goldman Country Club, part of a larger gated compound restricted to Kobolian citizens. Having already called his driver his personal car was already waiting for him at the front; it was an Earlson '72, a plush recent year model manufactured by one of the more famous Caprican lines, Warner. He got into the back seat, the driver already informed to go directly to the Allied Office of Territorial Affairs building. The drive would give him ample time to read the message that his superiors had sent him.

CAPCOMSPECTRE-----------TRANSMISSION
COMMANDER. PIERCE,BENJAMIN. S47-116
CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET - EYES ONLY

Your objective is to ensure that GOOGLE publicly
supports the new BENEFACTOR personnel via
STV and other mediums

Appropriate material will be delivered to ALCCOM-AG

CODE 4-BLUE

END TRANSMISSION-------------------------


Ben Pierce understood the cryptic message immediately, closing his phone and knowing his course of action. He was to ensure that Mubale Yuda Ogola, Agombia's elected Premier, publicly supported the recent increase of Allied troops deployed in the nation. Through a partnership with Graanid, both the Quarum and the People's Council were confident in their power to oppose the violence purported by rebels. The Allied Office of Territorial Affairs (OFTA) held the majority of political power here in Agombia, but the Alliance was insistent that the democracy here be allowed to grow into maturity on its own, instead of being forced to take on all the responsibility of self-governance at once. Hence it was considered a "Territory" of the Allied Republics, given no seat or vote on the Quorum and having only one seat in the People's Council. The nation's Head of State was the Kobolian Chairman, although they elected their own Premier, their Head of Government.

They drove down Route 2, one of the more well-maintained roads that was built along the shoreline near Bluetown, some minutes later arriving at the front doors of the Allied Territorial Offices, one of the few skyscrapers in the city that was shared with some 16 corporations. Soon he would advise the Allied Governor on their situation, and convince him to commit to dialogue with Mubale Yuda Ogola regarding the troop deployment. Ogola was used to things like this by now, and Pierce was sure that he wouldn't need too much convincing to support the Allied military engagement.

Ben was satisfied that he could likely get a game or two in at the country club in before the end of the day.
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