Despatche #019

Day 4,422, 16:07 Published in Switzerland Japan by Violence Seth

5.1 Captain Muzikayise "Muis" Eric Peter's, Chance Unit, Rasa Blank

Seeing Eleanor in the Comms room, so full of purpose, her team around her, so vitalized, so happy... I felt such a pang, deep with in me. I hated feeling this way. It was plain selfishness born from self loathing, I knew that but I hated how venerable loving her had made me. All my life I was only as worthy as my cunning yet there she was, unconditionally cunning in the love we shared. But I knew I'd to go, I'd to fight, to struggle. I always enjoyed fighting but knowing Elle was in danger gave me new purpose and new fear. Her combat days were over but she'd channeled that energy neatly into the radio station we'd built together. The Brigade and E.L.F lads had been an enormous help, hard workers. The night before I took the Banshee to Dublin I'd to get motivated in spite of myself. I'd to play soldier for the millionth time. Getting out of the warmth of our bed was heart breaking. Would I ever know that warmth again? She tossed around in her sleep, her hair a tawny mess. I got dressed into my old combat fatigues. I'd Rasa and Chance Unit Patches sewn over the incriminating sigils of Goshawk. My eyes bleary I looked over the blank coldness of our room. I looked into the mirror above our dresser. I looked weary, my stubbly reflection was painfully clear. This is what I am, a soldier, fighting to make things right no matter the cost. I scribbled a "be right back" and the number of my new Comm-Link, leaving a digit short.




"... and that was Lylo and the Banjaxed, you can see them at the Old College Buildings this weekend. So, in the news dear listeners, The Liberty Hall Tribunal is now over and the third Republics justice has been served. Rasa Blank has formally disbanded. I'd be a fool to call it a folly facing the news I'm sure you're all aware of. Half of our Presidents army has been "chipped", that is to say, well. Half the National Army has been corrupted by Type-5 combat technology. Other media outlets call conspiracy but I'm sad to say it's not.

A trail of destruction was visited upon the road from Dublin to Cork. A Civ farmer who survived to mayhem wroth upon her hometown of Portlaoise had this to say; "They where like dead men. I escaped from the attic's bailey before the flames grew too hot, my husband and daughter are still missing. When the sun rose the enemy moved on. After they'd left all I could hear was-" It goes on like this... There's no Goshawk to oversee the Sim War. No sirens, no Civ evacuation. Just murder. Do not be fooled by the sensationalists within the media claiming President O'Flaherty is to blame. There's only one name attached to this recent rash of intolerable, inhuman violence. Zilch


X.3 Commander Astrid Halvorsen, Delta Unit

I was so hungry. Because we'd tried to escape twice before we had guards on us constantly. They'd knock on the cell if we fell asleep. One of the guards seemed fair at first, letting us get some sleep and making sure we'd the privacy we needed when relieving ourselves. I knew she was our handler. Goshawk owed us so much and we'd a lot on the tab. Turned out she was just another sh*tkickin' Brigade man. She led us to our trial. There was only three judges and an almost empty gallery, the O'Malley's and what could only be Ratel plus a few others. The bailiffs had us on our knees before their "justice".

Asrid, Annabelle, Stefan you are hereby... Waa waa who gives a sh*t? I figured we'd be rescued soon, considering they made the "trial" closed to the public. At first hearing our "crimes" was fun but it soon got boring. I called out, "You're brother cried like a child when he was dying!" I made sure our exit would be slick. Annabelle and Stefan both gave me a look of utter disdain. I planned their punishment as the three judges made lofty speeches about how they didn't want to kill us but had to. My knees hurt so I thought I'd get another rise out of the girl O'Malley. "He screamed like a coward and died like a Civ. You hear me? Bitch O'Malley!?" That was enough for us to be brought back to our cells. Except we where brought somewhere else. I knew we'd be back at H.Q soon enough. Maybe four or five thousand in geneCredit and these Civ soldier wannabes would be placated then hopefully shot. I could go finally go home to Petrov.

A sat in my cell, a totally new type of cell that had cushions padding the walls. Everything was blank white. I don't know how long I was in there, I'd no way to measure time. After my two hundredth exercise routine which I guess must have been a weeks worth the door finally opened. It was Gad and Flinch and a priest. "So? How much am I worth?" G*d, the lamest last words. Gad spoke solemnly, despite himself, I knew he effin' hated me, "Would you like to confide before you die?" I'd no verbal answer, I just shook my head. Flinch piped up, "Astrid Halvorsen! *ahem* You are to be executed... so make your peace. Here's a piece of charcoal and paper if you wanna get anything off your mind. Maybe something that'll help for a change? You've an hour." The door shut softly but it may as well have slammed.


5.2 Prof. Johannes Hannes "Ratel" le Roux, Chance Unit

I pleaded with her but she'd made her mind up. Our little spot south of the Liffey was something I was excited about. Now it seemed like a waiting room. We were trying everything in our power to legitimize O'Flaherty, shady as he was, all for the chance he'd be voted out in two years time. I'd turned against Goshawk and joined Rasa Blank. Now the mother of my child was throwing Rasa Blank to the wind to get revenge. We'd had the argument in all its colours all the way through the trial. She was rightfully p*ssed off at me. I should have told her we'd her brother Liam's murderers in custody, simple as that... but no, how could I just admit that casually? I'm sure that maniac Seán would have had no problem, wherever he is. To be honest I was scared of what her reaction would bring and now she's dissolving Rasa Blank. I don't know how I felt or feel now. Maybe it's had that old nan's tale of Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe I'd lost focus and got so trapped in nonsense I'd walked upon the earth unfreely. I suppose a soldier is tied to that grim fate to make it free, Rasa Blank did have it's own way, it's clandestine wonders and mystery's. I should have never told her. I should have just torn my tongue out.

I met with O'Flaherty before the executions to get some formalities over with. He'd a shifty looking lawyer or solicitor as they call them here plus a gang of Gallowglass, all young, green and over equipped. He'd chosen a bar in the Liberties, a spot called The Hooters Head. The place poured out into the street. I suppose this was his crude way of making it public. The stench was eye watering. The motley of drunks was mostly an abundance of ex-Soldiers, prostitutes , along with free spirited artistic types. Colourful as it was it seemed hardly a fit place for a deal of such gravitas. The President's posse was about to frisk me but backed off, hearing a wolf-whistle. As slimy and unlikable a man he was, O'Flaherty knew his success rested on the work of Rasa Blank. After a tonne of signatures and few handshakes Rasa Blank was officially dissolved, all of it's remaining and posthumous members "pardoned" by the state and clandestinely welcomed back to work for it. Our last piece of business came just as the press arrived. The dismantlement of Rasa Blank needed to be ceremonial. Claire had given me a polished marble slate and the right words to say. O'Flaherty snatched it from my hands before I could even speak. I heard a Journo ask "Why are you pillaging the countryside!?" O'Flaherty's goons set on him like vultures on an orphan.


5.3 Claire Holly "White Fox" O'Malley, White Stag Unit, Rasa Blank

We'd finalized our deal with O'Flaherty. I was still fierce hurt that Hannes hadn't told me we'd Liam's killers in the grip of our hands... but today was the day we'd finally put those animals down. Myself and me brother would get to be in the firing squad and have our justice. Gun down Liam's murderers. I thought I'd feel a wee bit excited or something like it but all I felt was a vile hate, a hate as rank as bile. We'd been made members of the Dublin Brigade which counted us as both capable jurors and with our military credentials, executioners. Before we could get to the yard of Collin's Barracks which the Dublin Brigade had been occupying. Our R & D duo Ali and Stevie gave us a check up. I suspected they where nosing in to try calm us down. Neither of us could be ever unfit to carry out the Republics justice.

It was a cool 17° when the foyer filled with journos, jurors; the legal Civs and other poxes the Brigade sounded out to with a hard blast down on a Melodeon to alert the grim ELF scouts posted on the roofs nearby. Finally I was in line to gun down Astrid Halvorsen. She went by some total idiot nickname, something like Black Heart or Glass Orchid etc... After gunning down the spotter I was admittedly glad in the horrible deed of it. The first one barely made a noise as he was gut shot from all angles. It was disappointing. The Gallowglass chaps tied Astrid and Annabelle close. After we missed the first volley to scare them we all reloaded but our fellow consul where aware we were more comfortable killing them in their place so they made themselves busy with their rifles. She looked like a like princess 'til she piped up. Sad Landfill Townee. The albino held out her hand and gripped her compatriots. Mick must have seen it too. The loud hue on the horizon. A helicopter must have crossed the sun. We shot for their vitals despite our plans to drag it out for as long as possible.

"... reminding you this is just a friendly Public Safety Warning from your government but that the arrest warrant of the faux or false Rasa Blank conspirators remains at 6050cc! So call 65-"


It'd rained meteors all night, dazzlingly. Despite the scrap we'd had with the Gallowglass they'd agreed to follow us to Skibbereen. Mick looked very presentable in his wool and cotton Dublin Brigade uniform with young Jackie dressed a wee bit finer. To ramp over O'Flaherty's potential bureaucratic nightmare maze I'd legally set up the Skibbereen Neighborhood Watch, spelled wrong to go under the radar. I found Mick the following morning, staring our over the base. He pointed to my stomach and made a pleading gesture. "And give birth to a coward? No!" Mick gave me that condescending smile. Jackie appeared in the garden with a phone.

"Main Street?"

"Yeah, of course, nothing from the sea. Just the town."

"No, I said. Nothing from the sea! I'd rather fight up close and personal, you li-"

Mick scattered the phone aside. "Jackie, get your coat! We may be able to stop this." Jackie rushed away off into the hedges. "Let your soldiers know, Skibbereen's the place to fight." He poured some herb into a paper skin. I helped him get it right, his nerves were all gone. Mick marched towards his quarters. "If we don't wreck him now he'll get big-, like worse and..." I looked up hopefully at him, despite it all.



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