Expeditio Gladius

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Re: Expeditio Gladius

Postby RPC » Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:15 am

Flavius strode toward the truck full of soldiers, his every step purposeful. Upon seeing him, the men on board quickly ceased their idle chatter and saluted. The man in command of this group of Legio Proletariani hurriedly ended a phone conversion and raced toward the spot where Flavius had stopped beside the truck.

"Flavius!" The commander called out. "Decimus has been slain!" His voice was a mixture of anger and sorrow.

"I beg your pardon?" Flavius asked incredulously.

"Some contemptible Patrician thugs attacked him an alley and beat him to death." The commander turned to his men. "This will neither be forgiven nor forgotten! We will exterminate these effeminate oxygen wasters like the vermin they are." His men let out a roar of approval that had a slight tinge of blood-lust, as they raised their rifles above their heads. The commander turned back toward a stunned Flavius. "So, Centurion, what are your orders."

"We proceed on with our mission as planned. However in the cities we need to take great steps to enhance security." Flavius gestured toward the commanders phone. "Get on that thing and get every unit you can out and patrolling. We need to protect important NRF personnel as well as taking reprisals against anyone who so much as looks like they don't belong amongst the Plebs. When we're finished with this attack today, I'll head back to the local government offices and see what can be done on their end." Flavius walked over and leaped onto the back of the truck, and then helped the commander as he followed him. "Comrades, to arms!" Flavius banged on the roof of the truck which caused the engine to start, and Flavius took a seat just before the vehicle violently jolted, before gently driving off.

After around ten minutes of driving the truck came to a stop outside a large private estate. The men on board jumped down without the need for an order and raced onto the property like legionnaires charging a line of barbarians. Flavius calmly exited the truck and followed. The commander stayed aboard the truck, organising things on his phone. Inside the property the private security was quickly dispatched. As most of them were Plebeians themselves and likely supported the NRF, they offered no resistance, dropping their weapons and walking away. Those who did not were bayoneted viciously. After walking through a wheat field Flavius eventually came to a very large house that seemed to be dripping in wealth and opulence. On the front lawn, several people were kneeling as the soldiers pressed their rifles into the back of their heads and ordered them to stay down. As Flavius approached a soldier stormily grabbed a man who had been kneeling and dragged him over.

"This is the owner." The soldier said before spitting at the man.

"This is now Plebeian land." Flavius announced assuredly as he locked eyes with the Patrician scum. "You wil.."

"Fuck you! You fucking peasant." The patrician shot back defiantly before Flavius could continue. The soldier smashed the side of the man's face with his rifle butt, drawing blood.

"Fuck me?" Flavius looked around with a look of humour. "Very interesting." Flavius walked over to the kneeling group. There were two women and two children. Flavius walked over to one of the women and pulled out his pistol. He pointed it at the woman on the far end, who was staring emptily at the ground. "Who are you?" Flavius demanded. The woman slowly stared up at Flavius with a look of terror.

"She's the maid." The other woman said.

"And you are?" Flavius asked as he turned slightly toward the other one.

"The wife." Flavius glanced slightly at her, before turning back to look at her husband. As he locked eyes with him, he suddenly pulled the trigger on his pistol and let out a violent stinging shot that echoed sickeningly. The man let out a yelp of horror as his wife now lay lifeless with her head split apart. Flavius walked over to the children.

"Please no!" Before the man could finish Flavius emptied several more rounds. Flavius pointed at the maid.

"Get out unless you want to suffer a similar fate." The maid hesitantly pulled herself up and walked briskly away, her legs clearly trembling. Flavius now walked back toward the patrician who was weeping uncontrollably. As he saw the boots of Flavius coming toward him and then the gun pointed at him he seemed to become resigned to his fate as he closed his eyes. "For you, death by gunshot would be too honourable." Flavius sneered. A group of soldiers now appeared carrying a crucifix which caused the patricians eyes to widen in fear. Before he could say anything soldiers appeared beside him and dragged him up and onto the wooden cross, and then others held him down as nails were driven into his hands and feet. Each blow of the hammer drew a blood curdling scream until finally the last nail was in place and the crucifix was raised.
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Re: Expeditio Gladius

Postby Captain-Socialist » Fri Jul 24, 2009 11:20 am

Avitus Tyrannus stared at the photos, his lip trembling slightly. Around him the Legionaries were silent, he moved his hand and slowly and carefully began tearing them to sherds. One of the men tried to say "My Dux, I'm sorry that your own-"
"My own cousin!" bellowed Tyrannus, glaring at him with a look of pure contempt. The Legionnaire was hardly a weak man, either in sprit or body, but it was like his entire inner world had cracked up at the sound and sight of the leaders anger. He stared at the floor and seemed like a scolded dog, whimpering inwardly. Another Legionnaire spoke "Dux, what are your-"
"My orders!?" Tyrannus exploded "Why are you even here showing the image of this blasphemy!? Why have you not already acted, why have you not delivered the just punishment up these filthily reds? Did you question my resolve? Did you think if I found out my blood had been taken by the Reds I would reconsider my decision, that I would back down? You thought so little of your leader!?"
"No, of course not-"
"You will address me as Dux!"
"Dux, of course not-"
"Burn down their offices in Kabbasa, Kallara, Goldaria and Argona! And burn the Trade Union offices and the printing factories which spew their filth, and we should especially target the Teachers Union and the Journalist Union. Let them know the power of the true defenders of the Imperium!"
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Re: Expeditio Gladius

Postby RPC » Wed Jul 29, 2009 8:09 pm

The door came down with a thundering crash, sending chards of wood and glass flying across the floor. Three masked, heavily armed and equipment laden men stormed over the now prostate door and fanned out into different directions. Another man entered in slowly behind them and he scanned the room through the sights of his assault rifle with extreme care and attention. After a few seconds it became clear that the site was just like the last few they had raided - completely empty. Each of the men gave the 'all clear' signal and the fourth man pulled off his mask in frustration.

"Where the fuck is this bastard?!" After taking a deep breath and calming down he walked over to a desk in the corner of the room and examined an ash tray that was almost completely full. "He can't have been gone long. We'll just have to keep looking." As he wiped ash from his hands he was blinded by several white hot flashes in quick succession. He immediately dived to the side of the desk to take cover as bullets whizzed over his head and crashed into the walls and furniture around him. His men meanwhile had quickly returned fire and the room was echoing with the dull but frightful thuds of automatic rifle fire. The man pulled out a fragmentation grenade from his belt and lobbed it over the table and towards the doorway. After a ringing explosion he pulled himself up and advanced past the dead bodies of his fallen comrades. A deformed body lay halfway inside the room, and the man carefully stepped over it. He barely had one foot in the hallway when he felt the cold metal of a rifle barrel pushing against his neck. Turning his head slightly he locked eyes with Lucius, one of Titus' henchmen.

"Gaius Triarius." Lucius whispered like an executioner looking over a list. "You didn't actually think you could pull this off did you?" Gaius' eyes widened in terror as he watched Lucius begin to pull on the trigger and he quickly closed his eyes. Suddenly his ears were assaulted by several loud bursts of gunfire and he no longer felt anything pressing against his neck. As he opened his eyes he saw Lucius slumping to the floor in a pool of blood.
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Re: Expeditio Gladius

Postby RPC » Fri Dec 04, 2009 12:42 am

Puerto del Sur, Rio Irkawa
Republic of Cobura
December 2784


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Titus approached the rusting warehouse gates with trepidation, and found his eyes gazing upward at the broken windows and damaged signs that decorated the side of the building. The gates creaked and groaned loudly as he pushed his way through, eventually squeezing through and bumping into an abandoned car on the other side. Faint whispers could be heard emanating from the warehouse and Titus walked towards them with careful steps. As he reached the entrance, the barrel of a shotgun was suddenly and forcefully pressed into his face by a dark burly figure with a scowl. Titus locked eyes with him defiantly and the man eventually lowered his weapon and moved to the side, allowing Titus to pass through. Inside, four men were sitting relaxingly around a table smoking cigars, while bored sentries with Uzi's stalked the building. Titus walked over to the table and was halted halfway when the most senior of the four men gestured to an underling.

"Frisk him." Titus sighed and reluctantly spread his arms and legs. The scowling guard from the entrance walked over and patted him down, before giving a nod of approval to his superior. "Mr. Titus, please take a seat." Titus sat down facing the four men who know stared intently at him in what seemed a conspiratorial manner. Titus smiled wryly.

"I know who you are." He said, directing his gaze towards the most senior figure at the table. "Antonio Marchese, former President of Cobura. Tell me, how did that work out for you?" Antonio smiled bitterly.

"We're looking to make you a substantial offer." Antonio said as he leaned in closer.

"Who's the target?" Replied Titus coolly.

"There is no target." Titus shot him a look of surprise. "We've been contacted by some business associates in Selucia who need someone to do some work for them on a temporary basis. At the end of it, you get paid a large sum by them and you can retire. We'll wire our payment to you as soon as you board the plane."

"So, you're paying me to board a plane to Selucia and do some work for somebody else?" Titus waved his hand dismissively. "Sounds like a set up to me."

"On the contrary, this is serious fucking business." Antonio offered him a cigar and lit it for him. "I would be lying if I said we didn't get anything out of this. Needless to say, the successful completion of your mission in Selucia makes the Marchese and the Mazzi families very rich indeed. That's all I know. I have no clue as to what you're expected to do out there."

"I still find it a little suspicious that someone in Selucia is asking for me, considering I'm a wanted fugitive back in my homeland."

"For christ's sake Felix, you're a wanted fugitive in most of Terra. Stop being so paranoid."

Titus nodded sagely and let out a soothing puff of smoke.
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