Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Oct 4, 2010 0:39:22 GMT -5
All two hundred of them arrived only three days later. In the two days prior, Kendra and I had been coordinating the remodeling of the Alamo. Everything we requested to be removed, had been removed. Everything, well, the few things we wanted added in, had been added. We had created a training camp that put the worst military stories in recent history to shame. Upon the arrival of our soldiers, I thought to myself about what we were about to undertake. Kendra and I were on the brink of war in a post apocalyptic era, for which as far as we could tell was brought on by war. Were we fearing we would accentuate the problem? Were we second guessing our new positions? Were we afraid of failure? The resounding answers would be a certain no.
On the contrary, Kendra and I were well prepared for victory. The Republic of Texas was poised to grow, to in time become a dominant nation and even later a dominant empire. An empire that would begin right now. Upon their arrival, the soldiers were first sent to their sleeping quarters. They would be allowed to drop off their few items and then have a short amount of time to converse amongst each other. Be social, get to know each other, that sort of thing. It's simple, but it's something they will learn to appreciate and love. If only because of how much hell we are going to put them through. That simple luxury will be their only release and time of peace. And with that notion, and their last few minutes, Kendra and I headed in to put and end to their restfulness.
We stepped into the room, wearing what we had deemed to be our formal uniforms. I was wearing camouflage cargo pants, and a buttoned up camouflage shirt, sleeves ripped off of course. It had a small patch on the right side that had 'Warrior' embroidered on it. Kendra was wearing similar pants, but was wearing a long sleeve version of the same style shirt I was wearing. It of course, had an embroidered 'Kendra' patch on it. Every soldier in the room was in their assigned uniforms. The said uniforms consisted of heavy blue jeans and dark blue heavy cotton sweatshirts, which required three layers of under armour below it, a long sleeve shirt, short sleeve shirt, and sleeveless shirt, which would serve as the undergarments for women. Nothing else was allowed, and all of this was expected to be worn at all times. We stepped in, surveying the area and looking for signs of anyone who might not be wearing what the were supposed to be.
Kendra nudged me and pointed out a few people who seemed not to be wearing enough, and I decided to call them out on it. Rather than going up to them and asking, or anything of that sort, I chose to make an example. We were likely about to lose our first few soldiers. “Everyone take off your sweatshirts.” They all sighed in relief, removing them and tossing them to the ground. Everyone was wearing their long sleeve under armour. “Next, remove your long sleeve shirt.” They did as commanded, and everyone was wearing the t-shirt below. “Good, remove the t-shirt.” Most everyone did just as I said, but some hesitated. As they didn't, I repeated my command. “I said to remove the t-shirt. Now do so.” The few still hesitated. “Remove the damn shirt before I came over and remove the bitch myself.”, Kendra suddenly boomed out. About fifteen people in the room, some men, some women, and a few children, removed their t-shirt to reveal a bare chest.
They stood there, embarrassed and unsure of what to expect. “I would like everyone to take a good long look at these half naked people. Because this is the last time you will see any of them. If anybody moves from where they are right now, I will not hesitate to consider it treasonous rebellion and to end you right here.” I nodded to Kendra, as she grinned slightly at what she was getting to do. As much as she enjoyed it, we both understood the sadness and morbidity of what was about to occur. We had never been shy to kill, but always when attacked first. Sadly, compassion and flexible rules were two luxuries we could simply no longer have. In the blink of an eye, Kendra flew around the room at lightning speed.
Had anyone been watching the events in slow motion, they would have seen a frightening event. Kendra made her way to each person who was now missing any top clothing, leaping just a bit into the air and grasping the sides of their head. In one quick flick, she twisted their head so that the person's neck would snap and they would collapse to the ground dead. She did this one after the other, finishing with the fifteenth and getting back to my side before any could even fall. Everyone else in the room simply saw her vanish and return, only to hear and turn to see fifteen bodies hit the ground instantaneously. The thuds went through the room, and one look at their bodies immediately revealed that every single one of them was dead.
Just as everyone was beginning to gasp, I boomed out “Don't move. That single flinch is more than I should allow any of you. Any further reaction or movement and the same will be done to you.” They snapped back at attention, standing firm and motionless, fearing that the faintest flinch or sneeze would cost them their life. “Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, welcome to The Alamo. This will be your new personal hell on Earth. Do not take this notion jokingly, because I truly intend for this to be as frightening as any description of hell has ever been. Fifteen have already been lost. By the time we're done here, I expect perhaps six of you to be left, at the most. Our rules will be simple, but they will be absolute. Any disobedience, even in the slightest, will result in death. You will not be sent away, or demoted, or penalized. You will die. I express, this one time, my dearest apologies that you have been chosen to be here. Because most of you, will die.”
The collective gulps coming from everyone in the room echoed to me, I could hear each of them losing hope in their lives in so many ways. Yet I could also tell that not everyone panicked and worried. Not everyone was freaking out, afraid of death. A few, very few, were excited and determined to be one of those six left at the end. Or perhaps even be the only one left, for there was no guarantee six would remain. Honestly, there could be several left. For all I know, there could be over a hundred. If I were to tell them that though, they wouldn't worry near as much.
While violations even as tiny as the few who have already been lost will be met with death, I cannot let them think that they are ever safe. That would make what I am doing murder. If I let them slide by, and send them into battle unprepared, that would truly be blood on my hands. I would prefer them to die in my charge, than on the battlefield thanks to inferior training. I truly intend that anyone who does survive, will not perish in battle. They will fight with all their might, and together Mexico will become one with the Republic of Texas. It will be bloody. It will be horrific. It will be just like so many things in this new world. In time though, it will be right. In time, this will all be justified.
As many of them trembled still, many others had calmed and simply stood awaiting whatever happened next. I waited a bit longer, allowing those still trembling both to stop and to understand how few of them were still frightened. It was time for the hell to begin. Kendra understood just as I did, that now was not the time for niceties. She surveyed everyone in the room, eyeing them one by one and making an initial judgment solely based on their current state and reactions so far. We stand in a place where first impressions mean everything. First impressions have already cost fifteen men, women, and children their lives. For when on the battlefield, you will not have time to get to know your enemy and let them see the true you. Their first impression must be their death. There is no other option.
On the contrary, Kendra and I were well prepared for victory. The Republic of Texas was poised to grow, to in time become a dominant nation and even later a dominant empire. An empire that would begin right now. Upon their arrival, the soldiers were first sent to their sleeping quarters. They would be allowed to drop off their few items and then have a short amount of time to converse amongst each other. Be social, get to know each other, that sort of thing. It's simple, but it's something they will learn to appreciate and love. If only because of how much hell we are going to put them through. That simple luxury will be their only release and time of peace. And with that notion, and their last few minutes, Kendra and I headed in to put and end to their restfulness.
We stepped into the room, wearing what we had deemed to be our formal uniforms. I was wearing camouflage cargo pants, and a buttoned up camouflage shirt, sleeves ripped off of course. It had a small patch on the right side that had 'Warrior' embroidered on it. Kendra was wearing similar pants, but was wearing a long sleeve version of the same style shirt I was wearing. It of course, had an embroidered 'Kendra' patch on it. Every soldier in the room was in their assigned uniforms. The said uniforms consisted of heavy blue jeans and dark blue heavy cotton sweatshirts, which required three layers of under armour below it, a long sleeve shirt, short sleeve shirt, and sleeveless shirt, which would serve as the undergarments for women. Nothing else was allowed, and all of this was expected to be worn at all times. We stepped in, surveying the area and looking for signs of anyone who might not be wearing what the were supposed to be.
Kendra nudged me and pointed out a few people who seemed not to be wearing enough, and I decided to call them out on it. Rather than going up to them and asking, or anything of that sort, I chose to make an example. We were likely about to lose our first few soldiers. “Everyone take off your sweatshirts.” They all sighed in relief, removing them and tossing them to the ground. Everyone was wearing their long sleeve under armour. “Next, remove your long sleeve shirt.” They did as commanded, and everyone was wearing the t-shirt below. “Good, remove the t-shirt.” Most everyone did just as I said, but some hesitated. As they didn't, I repeated my command. “I said to remove the t-shirt. Now do so.” The few still hesitated. “Remove the damn shirt before I came over and remove the bitch myself.”, Kendra suddenly boomed out. About fifteen people in the room, some men, some women, and a few children, removed their t-shirt to reveal a bare chest.
They stood there, embarrassed and unsure of what to expect. “I would like everyone to take a good long look at these half naked people. Because this is the last time you will see any of them. If anybody moves from where they are right now, I will not hesitate to consider it treasonous rebellion and to end you right here.” I nodded to Kendra, as she grinned slightly at what she was getting to do. As much as she enjoyed it, we both understood the sadness and morbidity of what was about to occur. We had never been shy to kill, but always when attacked first. Sadly, compassion and flexible rules were two luxuries we could simply no longer have. In the blink of an eye, Kendra flew around the room at lightning speed.
Had anyone been watching the events in slow motion, they would have seen a frightening event. Kendra made her way to each person who was now missing any top clothing, leaping just a bit into the air and grasping the sides of their head. In one quick flick, she twisted their head so that the person's neck would snap and they would collapse to the ground dead. She did this one after the other, finishing with the fifteenth and getting back to my side before any could even fall. Everyone else in the room simply saw her vanish and return, only to hear and turn to see fifteen bodies hit the ground instantaneously. The thuds went through the room, and one look at their bodies immediately revealed that every single one of them was dead.
Just as everyone was beginning to gasp, I boomed out “Don't move. That single flinch is more than I should allow any of you. Any further reaction or movement and the same will be done to you.” They snapped back at attention, standing firm and motionless, fearing that the faintest flinch or sneeze would cost them their life. “Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, welcome to The Alamo. This will be your new personal hell on Earth. Do not take this notion jokingly, because I truly intend for this to be as frightening as any description of hell has ever been. Fifteen have already been lost. By the time we're done here, I expect perhaps six of you to be left, at the most. Our rules will be simple, but they will be absolute. Any disobedience, even in the slightest, will result in death. You will not be sent away, or demoted, or penalized. You will die. I express, this one time, my dearest apologies that you have been chosen to be here. Because most of you, will die.”
The collective gulps coming from everyone in the room echoed to me, I could hear each of them losing hope in their lives in so many ways. Yet I could also tell that not everyone panicked and worried. Not everyone was freaking out, afraid of death. A few, very few, were excited and determined to be one of those six left at the end. Or perhaps even be the only one left, for there was no guarantee six would remain. Honestly, there could be several left. For all I know, there could be over a hundred. If I were to tell them that though, they wouldn't worry near as much.
While violations even as tiny as the few who have already been lost will be met with death, I cannot let them think that they are ever safe. That would make what I am doing murder. If I let them slide by, and send them into battle unprepared, that would truly be blood on my hands. I would prefer them to die in my charge, than on the battlefield thanks to inferior training. I truly intend that anyone who does survive, will not perish in battle. They will fight with all their might, and together Mexico will become one with the Republic of Texas. It will be bloody. It will be horrific. It will be just like so many things in this new world. In time though, it will be right. In time, this will all be justified.
As many of them trembled still, many others had calmed and simply stood awaiting whatever happened next. I waited a bit longer, allowing those still trembling both to stop and to understand how few of them were still frightened. It was time for the hell to begin. Kendra understood just as I did, that now was not the time for niceties. She surveyed everyone in the room, eyeing them one by one and making an initial judgment solely based on their current state and reactions so far. We stand in a place where first impressions mean everything. First impressions have already cost fifteen men, women, and children their lives. For when on the battlefield, you will not have time to get to know your enemy and let them see the true you. Their first impression must be their death. There is no other option.
