Zepplien Gulag IC

[Leslie]

Irena originally was struggling to get free from the shop owner, but he was too strong and had a firm grasp on her arm, making it impossible for her to flee. And when she was handed over to the Zepplien guards, she started doing the same thing, but once again, wasn't strong enough to actually accomplish anything, and she gave up on struggling and was hauled off. She was reasonably terrified. For this long, she had managed to avoid the authorities, but the one shop owner that managed to catch her just had to be an asshole that turned her over to the guards, likely ruining the rest of her life. Her biggest fear was the possibility of torture. The very idea of torture terrified her. She never considered herself to be strong physically, emotionally, or mentally. Maybe not weak, but she definitely didn't consider herself to be overly strong. So she hoped, prayed that they would go easy on her, that this would be simple. She wasn't even sure if she was truly praying to any God, or just praying to something, anything. She never had been majorly religious, and with the hellhole that she was being taken to and so many people were now in, she honestly felt that if there was a God, he was not an all-loving God, and instead an asshole who just enjoyed watching the pain and suffering of his creation.

What also terrified her greatly is she had heard plenty of horrible stories about old wars from many years ago, and the state of Congo before this new war. Meaning, she had heard the horror stories of rape from the military, guards, rebels, gangs, and so on, so she honestly feared what these guards that were taking her away might do to her mentally, physically, and emotionally. She knew that bad people liked to rape or sexually violate people for fun, to prove their strength over them, and to feel like they had more power then they did. The very idea disgusted her. She felt a horrible lump building up in her throat and this awful feeling in her stomach the more time that passed as she was being hauled off to wherever these Zepplien guards were taking her.

Klaus
Funny enough, even after being sent into the Gulag, Klaus still did some spying. But his spying here was more constantly observing the conversations around him, though often they quickly made him lose interest in what was being said. He did try to overhear guards, as well, to learn about what was happening in the outside world if he could. Or, possible weakness mentioned in the guards security. Like maybe a weak part of the fence, an alarm breaking, or that the guards numbers were dwindling because they were ordered to be elsewhere, and maybe he could get enough people together to take over the people by force if that was the case. He didn't really think that would work, though.

Right now, he wasn't doing a whole lot of spying. He was on break from mining, to be "Inspected" by the Comisar. He was just hanging outside in the cold, not doing much exciting at the moment. It was rather chilly, of course. That was to be expected here. But he had a rather strong tolerance to cold, as long as it wasn't too ridiculously cold. Which, for him, right now it wasn't. It was cold, but not to the extent where he felt like he would freeze on the spot.

Björgólfur
Bjorgolfur had been working on more ideas of escape, and planning to talk to people he trusted about the possibility of escape, but that was about it. He hadn't got much further then that. There wasn't enough people he honestly trusted here, so he had to find more people he felt he could trust, which he knew would take a while in itself. But right now, he had just finished a rather hard period of mining, though "hard" felt like normal now for him, being here for so long and all. There was still the rougher, harder days that really took it out of him, but today just felt like a normal days work now. So right now, he was hanging out outside, in the cold. Having lived in Iceland his entire life, he was rather accustomed to the cold, so it didn't really bother him much at all.

[Alan Haskayne]

Irena
Irena was taken to a small, dark, very cold, concrete room underground. In the room was a cold hearted 16 year old Zepplien 'investigator' who served in the 'Information Extraction' units. The guards shoved Irena into a seat roughly, and yanked the black hood off her head. The guards were fresh 14 year old recruits, one of each gender, and stood next to door, holding AK-47 rifles that seemed almost as big as them. The sixteen year old gave her a small smile as she looked over papers "Lets see, you are responsible for Arson, Crimes against Zepplien, Theft, terrorism, including the 2011 ZMS Atlantica bombing, quite a famous little terrorist." she slides a group of papers which would make her legally confess to all of these crimes. She then took out long bamboo spikes, and set them along the table, followed by medical knives, then several large needles, and a small canister of acid. As if on cue a muffled scream was heard from the next room, which had to be pretty loud given how the rooms were concrete. The torture girl smiled slightly and slid a pen across the table "Why don't you just sign your name under those crimes?" giving a sick smile that showed she would be happy to torture the girl.

[Edenecho]

(Rick)
After having whatever passed as a trial in Zepplien (In which he made no attempt to defend himself. In fact, he didn't say a word.), he was sentenced to a Gulag. He wasn't to happy with this, but he still said nothing. He was currently being brought into the Gulag. He tried to suppress the fear that was growing in to pit of his stomach. Figures that the only emotion he felt capable of feeling was fear. And sadness. There was definitely sadness. Maybe that's why he couldn't feel anything else. Maybe the sadness was just swallowing it all up. As they grew nearer to the gulag, his fear grew. He didn't know what they were planning on doing with him once he got there. Would they just send him straight to work?

(Ghost)
Ghost was outside, taking a break. She liked the cold, it was certainly a lot better then in a stuffy mine. Even if the mine was likely cold. She was glad to get a break, even if she was worried about what was going to happen. She hoped the inspection was just that, an inspection. Sighing deeply in the cold air, she decided to go see how the 'old' man was doing, and headed over to him. “Hi,” She said,”Are you worried about this 'inspection' at all?”

[Leslie]

As Irena was taken farther into wherever they were taking her (She couldn't tell, seeing as she had a hood over her head), she felt a chill go through her body. It felt as if the temperature had dropped considerably. Not that it was the warmest outside or anything, but it felt noticeably colder inside wherever they were taking her. She felt herself shaking as it got colder, but it wasn't from the cold, but the fear raising inside of her as she got closer to whatever would happen to her while she was in here. Then, she was roughly shoved into a seat, making her gasp slightly. Her hood was taken off, and she realized she was in a small, dark, concrete room that didn't have any noticeable features worth mentioning. She took note of the 2 guards that looked to be about her age, guarding the door. How could the Hegemony go so low to recruit children like her into their ranks? Unless they went willingly, of course, but she didn't even really understand that. Even the girl that seemed to be in charge of interrogating her or whatever didn't look much older then her. Then, she started throwing out all the things she was accused for, and she looked noticeably confused, and worried that her punishment would now be more severe then she first worried it would be because of false accusations of stuff she didn't do.

"What?! I admit to the theft, but I didn't do any of those other crimes! I swear! All I was trying to do was survive! I'm sorry!" Irena said desperately, fear evident in her tone of voice at what would happen to her. Her eyes started to get noticeably glossy, and a tear slipped from her eye. She had a very obvious Polish accent, but she spoke English very well. Even though she had a very obvious accent, it was perfectly easy to understand her English. She knew she wasn't being very brave right now, but any ounce of bravery she felt she had previously went out the window as soon as the shop keeper turned her into the Zepplien officials. She looked at the papers, but didn't instantly sign them because she didn't feel that she should sign papers admitting to stuff she didn't even do. But at the same time, her fear was telling her to. Even with everything telling her to just sign it and get it over with, she didn't just yet. As the bamboo spikes, medical knives, and several large needles were set up on the table, she felt her chest pounding rapidly, and her breathing became heavier. A whimper of fear escaped her too, but she didn't start squirming. She knew it was a waste of energy that she might need if, or when she was tortured. The scream from the other room didn't help matters for her at all. All she did with the pen at the moment was pick it up and stare at the paper, waiting to see if something happened, or if anything else was said before she signed them.

Björgólfur
The girl who referred to herself as "Ghost" came up to him, and started to speak with him. He smiled at her briefly, but it quickly changed to a look of worry, and he put his fingers to his lips. "Shh, remember, speaking is punishable unless allowed to" He said to her in a very quiet whisper. Thankfully, it wasn't windy today, or she probably wouldn't of heard a single word he said, if she even heard what he said now. "So when speaking anyway, keep your voice down" He said in the same whisper, but it sounded like he was trying not to be rude the way he was saying it. "To answer your question, no I'm not really. I try to be hopeful that these inspections will just be normal and fine" He whispered to her, giving her a bright, friendly smile.

[Alan Haskayne]

The Torture place
The investigator got up and walked around the room, then said to Irena as she looked at one of the walls "Do you know what is the most powerful thing in Zepplien? It isn't our tanks, or airships, or even atomic weapons, it is our blind willingness to do as we are told by a higher authority." she then quickly pointed to the guards and said "You two, kiss." and the two instantly did so without hesitation, question, or thinking. The young woman picked up some of her torture implements, ignoring the guards continuing to kiss. She then sat on the table so she was above Irena and informed her "My commander has informed me that you have committed these crimes, and that I am to make you confess to them, by any means nessiary." she slowly picked up Irena's left hand and said "You have beautiful tender hands you know? I bet they have awful pain resistance." she then poured the vial of acid onto her palm and held the hand in place with an iron grip. After the skin had bubbled away painfully she let her hand go only to reform her own hand into a fist and smash it into Irena's nose with power you would expect from a professional fighter. To top it off, she slashed a deep cut across her cheek with the knife before standing up and walking back to her seat. She glanced at the guards and sighed saying "Stop kissing now." the two instantly went back to their posts again without question or comment, as if it was normal. The young woman then turned back to Irena, and looked at one of the bamboo strips as she asked "Remembering your crimes better now?"

Gulag
Sekai was on break from the mines like the rest of the work detail, and very happy for it, she was just a young girl but was given a large work load, though not as much as the adults it still taxed her. She smiled at the old guy who kind of reminded her of her grandfather in a way, and Ghost, a girl who she wished was her big sister. She smiled as she walked over, giving them a friendly wave as she did. She found it hard to get through the deep snow that was almost always on the exposed ground, given how it was almost as deep as her legs were long. She smiled to them as she heard them talking and asked "Are you two excited to see a new Comisar? Maybe this one will be nicer." no sooner did she finish her hushed whisper then a gunshot rang out and impacted the snow at their feet. A guard in a guard tower lowered her rifle and yelled "No talking, the next one goes through your leg." Sekai frowned and realised the guard must have seen their lips moving.

[Edenecho]

(Ghost)
Ghost gave the old guy who she just called Bjor a nod when he spoke of them not being allowed to talk. She thought it was a ridiculously stupid rule, but at the same time it made sense. You couldn't plot escape if you couldn't talk. But, something kind of gave her the thought that maybe they didn't do it for that reason. As far as she could tell, not letting them talk was just another way to oppress the prisoners. She gave Bjor a smile when he said he wasn't worried, then looked at Sekai when she started coming toward them through the snow. She jumped when the guard fired the shot, then glared, but not at the guard. She was glaring at the snow, just so she didn't like, get punished for glaring at a guard or something. She rested her elbow on her leg, then rested her head on her hand, in a way that covered her mouth but didn't look like she was hiding anything. "Asshole guards," She muttered quietly, moving her mouth as little as possible even though it was covered. "Let's hope this comisar's nice," She said.

(Rick)
Rick was put out in the snow with everyone else. He pulled his jacket tighter around him then glanced around, not particularly looking forward to whatever might happen next. He didn't notice Ghost or anyone else of importance yet, and just kind of stood there in the snow.

[Leslie]

Irena felt her chest pounding hard and herself breathing heavily when the investigator stood up, not feeling good about this whole thing at all. But then she started going on about the best thing about Zepplien, as if she cared. She figured she was just doing what a lot of scary people seemed to do on television: Go on about random stuff. When the two guards were ordered to kiss each other and did so without question, she found that to be a little....odd, but didn't pay it much mind, more focusing on the Investigator. She felt herself going back to being extremely nervous and uncomfortable when she picked up some torture equipment, sat on the table, then went on about making her confess to the crimes by any means necessary, even if she didn't do that. Then, the girl grabbed her hand, and at that point she felt it harder to breath properly because of the fear. In response to her saying something about her having beautiful hands, she just ignored it, and braced for what was coming. Which ended up being much worse then she expected it to be, and as the acid was poured onto her palm, she let out a scream of pain and started squirming just from the pain alone. Tears of pain started to stream out of her eyes as it continued to sear and burn, bubbling her skin away. But, she found no reason to shout at the girl to stop because it hurt so much, knowing that it wouldn't do anything, and if anything, just make the Investigator even more satisfied, hearing her pleas. She didn't want that. And after her hand was finally let go, where it still burned like hell, she was punched in the nose, and she was honestly not sure if her nose actually broke her not. Of course, she responded painfully to that, too. Her non-acid burned hand she put to her nose, which was bleeding quite a bit, and she was ready for a long haul of pain and torture. She still felt seriously terrified, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Then, to top it all off, she slashed a deep cut on her cheek that was stinging quite a bit too, and she had no available hands to actually cover it up from bleeding anymore, one being on her nose and the other being too painful to touch on anything. She was avoiding saying anything for a bit, for no real reason, but at this point she shouted, "Alright! Alright! I'll sign it!", figuring there was no point in continuing to be reluctant. If she had secrets, that would be a different story. She would endure the suffering to avoid giving them out. But since she knew trying to fight the fact she was innocent on most of those charges was pointless, she gave in. Taking her hand off of her bleeding nose, she picked up the pen and signed the papers as ordered, though maybe a bit messily in her fear that was making her very shaky.

Björgólfur
Björgólfur gave Sekai a nod and a smile, trying to avoid not talking as much as possible. She almost thought about assisting Sekai with getting through the snow, but she seemed to be doing alright. Just as he was going to respond to her when she spoke to her, a gunshot rang out, making him jump in start, even though he was a soldier and used to it. Looking up to the guard, he gave a nod, preferring to stay alive right now and not get a gunshot wound through the leg. At that point, he just glanced at the others and fell silent, not wanting to risk anymore problems.

Klause
Klause on the other hand barely flinched when the gunshot went off and hit near their feet. Actually, the only real response he seemed to have was that he looked like his anger flared up. He felt like bombarding the guard with German swear words, but knew better then to do that and instead focused on controlling his anger, and avoiding looking at the guard so she didn't see him boiling up with anger. He just looked away and went back to patiently waiting for the Comisar.

[Alan Haskayne]

Irena
The tortuous girl smiled at Irena in pain signing and yanked the paper out of her hand as soon as she had signed it. She then looked it over and said "Guards out." and the two did as told, and the girl dropped her Zepplien accent, showing Hungarian and Polish mix. She smiled slightly and lit a cigar "You really should have cooperated with the government comrade, they took over my area when I was just younger then you. I quickly immersed myself in their history, art, which is awful for the record, and culture. They have accepted me as one of their own now. Isn't that nice?" she tapped out some ashes then jammed the Cigar into Irena's cheek, fusing the wound shut with the searing heat. She then stood up and opened the door before calling out "Guards, take her to the judge. Give him this." she then walked to the next room over as the two kids grabbed Irena out of the chair and hauled her down the hall.

When they arrived in the court there was still a cold feeling about it. The walls were concrete and the black paint was peeling away. Several people stood, men women and children, some crying, praying, one even sadly laughing, all having received their sentences to various punishments, most were sent to Gulags, while native born Zeps or usually people from their puppet states got 'community service' which ment they were conscripted into the Zepplien military. Scientists in trouble got sent to special Gulags where they could be saved from labour with good science. Irena was taken up just after a boy younger then her who got to be a messenger for the Zepplien Navy, and was like her polish. He thanked the judge many times before the guards forced him back to his seat. The Judge was an old man, stern faced from just living in Zepplien for 40 years, though he looked more like 60. He looked over the papers that the guard handed him muttering to himself. There was no jury, and there was a person wearing the usual executioner's uniform standing to the side with a sword, there was nothing that made you think any justice was done here, it looked more like somewhere you would enter and never leave. Behind the Judge there was a massive seal of the 'People's Law Enforcement of the Zepplien Hegemony' which was Bronze and looked very heavy. The Judge then asked, practically in disbelief "LittleComrade, are these charges true?" he didn't really seem to realise the false confession system of his nation, but the guard jammed his knife against her back to make sure she answered correctly.

Gulag
Sekai sat in the snow, and kind of pouted, wanting to talk to people normally, like back home. She missed Japan, or as it was now called 'Zepplien Nippon' she frowned as she realised the brutal Zepplien troops would likely crush their culture as they did to other nations. She frowned and put her head against her legs and started gently sobbing into her legs.

Not long after Sekai started crying the guards lined up the prisoners, hitting the young girl with a cattle prod so she would get up. The Warden walked out in front of them, a brutal looking 30 year old woman, and said "You all will be happy toward this Comisar or I will personally watch you put in the hole." the hole was the harshest punishment in the Gulag, where a prisoner would be slowly lowered into a hole filled with wolves, who were themselves starving. Usually only escape attempts were punished that way, or plans to escape. The Warden continued "Keep a strait posture at all times, do not disappoint the Comisar in any way." she then stepped aside as several cars pulled up in front of the hundreds of prisoners and dozens of guards.

[Edenecho]

(Rick)
Rick noticed a little girl sitting in the snow, crying. He started to head over to her to see if she was alright, but before he could get there, the guards came and liked them up. He looked rather disbelieving and horrified when they prodded the girl with the cattle prod. However, he never looked angry or glared at anyone. Whether he wanted to and just thought better of it, or if he wasn't the glaring type was unknown, however. He just watched and listened in silence, obviously, as the Warden spoke.

(Ghost)
Unlike Rick, Ghost both looked angry and glared, though not aimed at anyone specific. When they were lined up was when she noticed someone she hadn't seem in a long time. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at her old friend, Rick, wondering what on earth he had done to end up in here. Not that you really had to do anything to end up in here. She was so preoccupied with noticing her old friend that she just kind of spaced out what the Warden said, but it wasn't particularly obvious that she hadn't heard her.

[Leslie]

"I would rather die then cooperate with the Zepplien Government" Irena said bitterly. Which was pretty much her opinion on it. She would rather fight for her country and die trying to defend it then give in and join the Zepplien Authorities. But since her family is dead now, she did plan to take different measures to stay alive, to keep her family name alive. However, she knew her family wouldn't be proud of her if she just gave up and joined the enemy, so her method of fighting to keep the family name alive would be different then just simply giving up and joining the enemy. Then the girl used the cigar she had in her hand to sear the wound on her cheek shut, and she let out a pained sound in response, but other then getting watery eyes again, she didn't have a huge response and she was dragged out of the room to the judge without a word.

Irena was partly hoping for a warmer room, but didn't really expect it. She didn't expect to be warm for long, either, because she had a feeling the Gulag she would be likely thrown in would probably be somewhere miserably cold. But she was somewhat used to the cold, and while she expected to do better in the cold then some of the others because of that, she expected it to be still rather miserably cold. The whole mood of the room felt rather grim, and it made her feel worse then she already did. But she tried to not let it get to her. After the boy in front of her went through his accusations, she stepped forward, looking directly at the judge. She glanced at the executioner and she felt her heart sink. Is that what happened if you didn't follow through your accusations against you, even if they were false? She decided she'd rather not know what the executioner was for. For a moment though, she had the thought of telling the judge the truth. But that idea quickly went away when the guard put the knife to her back. She started to get teary-eyed and she started to cry a little, before speaking. "Y-Yes, they are true" She confessed, and how she said it she sounded very emotional and like she was getting choked up. His impression of that was likely that she did stuff she didn't want to do for the sake of protecting herself and her country, not that she was being falsely accused for stuff she didn't actually do.

Björgólfur and Klause
Both Björgólfur and Klause got lined up when they were supposed to, and did their best to act calm about everything going on. They had all been here longer then a lot of the people, so they could handle things like that better. Especially Klause, who was a spy so he had experienced some rather unpleasant things during his spying missions that he had to just deal with. The both of them remained quiet when the Warden informed them that if any of them were caught being rude to the Comisar, they would be thrown into the pit. Both of them would rather not be thrown into there, even though they were planning to try and escape and could easily be thrown into there. As the cars pulled up, the both of them simply got into a straight posture, and awaited what was to come next.

[Alan Haskayne]

Judge
The old man looked almost compassionate for a second, before he looked at the papers again and sighed in disbelief muttering "They could have at least put some effort in it. She would have been six during that bombing." he then sighed as he pushed the papers aside and said "I hereby sentence you to ten years of hard labour in Gulag 343. May Marx have mercy on your soul." the guards looked at him with looks of disbelief, and it was clear Irena had received an incredibly light sentence for the crime she 'confessed' to. Then like an impatient clerk he barked out "Next!" so the next person was brought up. As Irena was leaving the room the guards stopped to watch, holding her in place and turning her as the judge said "I hereby sentence you to death by firing unit." the middle age man stepped back before the people escorting him both opened up with blasts from their AK-47s. A little girl quickly runs to his side screaming "Daddy!" she tugs at his arm for a moment before the one of the two who shot him walk up to his daughter and smash her over the head with their rifle butt. The man, well, boy really given Zepplien age of conscription, was quickly tackled by the girl's mother. The whole thing lasted only a few seconds, a flash of a shiny knife, a slit throat, and a wailing little girl covered in blood. It was just another day in the glorious Hegemony as Irena was lead out.

Der Comisar
A convey of military vehicles arrived, several rocket armed trucks first, scanning the skies for enemy military contacts, which was a distressing sign for the Hegemony, that fighter-bombers could get that far into the nation. Behind the trio of armed trucks came a fancy looking car, and a another couple of armed trucks. The door to the Comisar's private car was opened by an eager soldier, quickly saluting as the young Comisar steps into the frigid Siberian weather, quickly pulling her coat around her tighter. As she stepped out she looked over the weary and underfed prisoners, closing the door behind her as she did. She walked up to a Japanese youth in one of the first rows, and leaned down to speak with her eye to eye "Comrade, do you know what the ore you mine is used for?" Sekai looks down for a moment before calling out "Prisoner requests permission to speak." the Warden quickly responded "Yes of course, answer the Comisar." she then nods slightly "I can assume we are building tactical nuclear weapons. We are mining uranium, gold, silicone, and iron. Almost everything you need to build a nuke." the Comisar smiles before ruffeling her hair "Double her food rations." then walks back to the front "The Hegemony is currently engaged with China, Europe, and various ground wars in the Americas, and Africa. We need all the weaponry we can acquire, to defeate the capitalist menace." she then turned to a rebellious looking teenage girl and asked "Do you believe in your sacrifice for the cause?" the Warden quickly followed saying "Permission to speak."

[Edenecho]

Ghost just kind of listened to what was said, not looking all to happy about the building tactical weapons thing. When the Comisar turned to her, she looked at her for a bit, thinking over her answer. Eventually, she went 'screw the consequences' and said,"What's the point in that question? It's either I'll answer how you want me to, or I'll be punished, right? So why bother asking?" She was clearly as rebellious as she looked, despite the consequences it might bring. She also sounded strangely happy when she said it, not angry or annoyed at all.

Rick just kind of stared forward, his eyes distant and staring. He heard what was said, but his mind was elsewhere.

[Leslie]

Irena was standing there nervously while waiting for her sentence to be given, doing her best to push the emotions back that were floating in her mind. But that quickly failed when he announced she would be doing hard labour in a Gulag for 10 years, though it was a much lighter sentence than she anticipated, so there was that. It still made her emotional to hear that, which wasn't helped at all by the fact she was already feeling rather emotional. Without a word she just moved on through the building, away from the judge, likely being pushed around some if it was too crowded due to not being in that big of a hurry to move around. But not long later the guards stopped to watch and held her in place, so she stopped and didn't even bother trying o squirm away. When they announced the man would be killed by firing squad, she let out a gasp, and if she wasn't being held, she would put her hands to her mouth. She had seen some terrible things on her own, so it wasn't like this crap was new to her, but it still horrified her that people could be this cruel. As they fired on the man, she jumped in response and closed her eyes because she didn't want to see what was happening, though at the same time she knew it wouldn't be much different then some of the other crap she had seen. But there had been enough mental scars in her life already, though she was almost certain there would be plenty more. Even the gunshots she just heard and the poor little girl screaming would haunt her dreams at night, and she figured she would just have mental images to replace what she was closing her eyes to avoid seeing anyway. After a bit though she decided to force herself to open her eyes, to see what was going on, and all she could do was start crying softly in response to everything she had seen, and just the entire shitty day that was all caused due to some asshole clerk that decided to turn her in for a minor offense. As they lead her out more, it was almost like they had to drag her out of the place, because she was busy being lost in her mind that she only partly came with them willingly.

Björgólfur and Klause
Both of them pretty much just simply listened to everything going on, not feeling any need to say anything or do much of anything in response to the stuff going on, and just waiting their turn to be asked questions. They could tell that Ghost was probably going to get herself in trouble, though they did have to agree that she did have a point. They hoped she didn't get hurt too bad in punishment, though.

[Alan Haskayne]

Irena
The guards swiftly led Irena out of the court and.into a waiting transport, throwing her into a cell in the back next to a dead body. One of the Zeps guards, the female, grinned a little as she said "Enjoy your cellmate, the ride is 8 hours there." then slammed the door shut, locked it, and banged on the side of the truck to signale it to move out. The cell smelled of death, and there was an unconscious young boy with a large gash in his forehead. The dead man was very old and had died in there of a beating, his corpse deformed by swollen areas and broken bones jutting out of the skin. The only illumination came from a dark yellow skylight, projecting long shadows everywhere, and making it clear that the blood soaked rotting cell would be a very unpleasant mode of transportation.

The Comisar
The Comisar watched Ghost for a few seconds her face twitching into a grin as she walked along from ghost seeming to be counting, telling the prisoners "They say the Zeps are decimateing enemy forces on all fronts." she slowly scans the crowd as she continued "The term decimate gets its name from.the Latin Deci, or ten. It means one out of every ten was killed, Romans would sometimes do this to their soldiers to keep order. You see, if you kill a person when death is favorable anyway, you have not punished for ill behaviour, but have rewarded. Decimation happened to keep soldiers in line with guilt." she stops in front of the tenth person, a 14 year old German boy. She smiles slightly as she leans down to ask "What is your name?" to which he quickly replies "Adolf Comisar." she frowns a little "Adolf, I am so sorry for this." she then grabbed him and.threw him into the snow in front of ghost, and proceded to fire three bullets into his left lung. She then angrily walked back to Ghost "We are the Zepplien Hegemony, we do not kid around, tell me if this is a worthy sacrifice or more of your comrades will die!" one of the Zep soldiers ran to the teenager's side, kneeling and about to give him some.limited first aid before the Comisar snaps "Let him bleed to death."

[Edenecho]

Ghost watched everything with horror and hate in her eyes, but her expression was calm. "You're not sorry," She muttered. She had her head down and the mutter was only loud enough for the people next to her to hear, not the Comisar or any of the other soldiers. She looked at the Comisar when she told her to answer, she crossed her arms and said,"No, it's not." She said, bluntly. She wondered if she would get in trouble for speaking her mind, but she didn't really care. She wasn't going to be an obedient little slave out of fear.