A Push, Then A Shove

[Helairo]

Wednesday, August 10, 2011
3:48 a.m.

Beauregard Fontenot was a very well known man. He was a popular figure among the Cajun community. And there was a reason for that. He was in every essence of the word a terrorist. Organizing gun smuggling, grand theft, large scale drug distribution, and occasionally a bombing. And he did it all through the Cajun Republic Army. The CRA was a terrorist organization, that believed in creating a nation in which the French minority had their old land back, and were seperate from the english speaking invaders. He believed that now was the time to strike. The Cajun Republic must be realized, no matter the cost. That seemed to be the newly developed mindset of the CRA.

Starting this morning a series of bombings throughout the english speaking areas had been planned for this week. A couple of shootings had also been planned. Soon the english would begin to buckle at the knees once the realized the rage of a couple hundred mad Cajuns.

Four teams had been sent to walk the streets of Orem at this time. They were carrying Molotov Cocktails and lighters. Their orders were to set as many cars on fire as possible, then certain members would spray paint the Fluer-de-lis on the nearby buildings. Then they would run away, were they would be picked up by vans and driven into the hills. It would certainly prove to be a hell of a wake up call.

 

[Helairo]

Thursday, August 11, 2011
1:42 a.m.

Beauregard Fontenot sat in the room with the CSA General's. Tonight they were all sitting around the radio in the middle of the table. Fontenot sat smoking a cigarette, fairly nervous over the mission currently being enacted. Three masked CSA soldiers were minutes away from ambushing an English politician who had been elected in a Cajun area. The politicians name was Scott Hansen.

Suddenly the radio crackled with life, "We have kidnapped the target. He is currently hogtied in the back [of the truck]."

A general picked up the receiver and spoke, "Make sure you don't drive suspiciously."

"Of course sir."

1:57 a.m.

The three soldiers had thrown the politician in the dirt at their camp site, and began untying him. Trying to take advantage of this chance Hansen lashed out with his foot, hitting one of the soldiers in the knee. The soldier yelled and fell down, as the other two soldiers began beating Hansen with their rifles.

After thoroughly beating Hansen, the two soldiers aimed there rifles at him and ordered him to hold still. While the one who had been kicked went into the truck and grabbed a brand, it was the Fluer-di-lis. He held it in the fire for a little bit, then the two other soldiers flipped Hansen onto his back and ripped off his bloody shirt. The brand was pressed into his chest extremely hard, as Hansen's screams were muffled by pain.

Then the soldiers got out their noose. They promptly picked a branch on a tree and lynched him. And then they got rid of the evidence of them camping there and drove off.

 

[Helairo]

Founded in 1962, The Black Suns was the most feared and respected criminal organization. Currently the President of The Black Suns Motorcycle Club, is Emil A. Sunter. And Emil is quite worried about the way the government has been acting nowadays. It was looking like The Black Suns' small empire of drug selling, arms dealing, and vigilante justice was about to collapse. But Emil wasn't about to let that happen without a fight. There would be revolution. The general populace loved The Black Suns, because the Black Suns did whatever they could to help the people, and very rarely were citizens harmed in any of the Black Suns' exploits. In some towns, the Suns were more a more effective justice bringer than the local police. New Prospects were being recruited in massive amounts across the country, and very soon these Prospects would be armed and used to defend the numerous warehouses and in some cases towns of the Black Suns.

Already, Emil had sent his son, and Vice President, Martin Emil Sunter to the ton of Price, were he and his men would take down the local police. The Black Suns heading down to Price were extremely well armed, and vastly outnumbered the police. It would be a relatively easy move. And the bikers would be promising, and delivering a state of Anarchy. The government had crossed the line, much like it had done in the 30's. It was time to finally do away with that outdated system.

 

[Helairo]

Orem

There were fires everywhere in the city, and the troops had moved in. The Black Suns had armed a decent amount of citizens, and the Black Flag had been raised over the city. It was time for Anarchy. The troops moving into the city had met sniper resistance, and once they moved into the inner city, they would fall right into the guerrillas trap. There were almost 1,000 men waiting, armed with AK's, ready to spring out from the buildings and open fire.

Price

The center of the guerrilla movement. Price had been converted into something of a fort.