Alternative Ulster

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Part 1 Big Trouble in Little Ulster Town
18/12/19
Outskirts of Sant Dewi

The P.M gazed outside the window to his office facing the Steward's Lodge courtyard, it had been raining non-stop for last two days. It fitted his mood grey and miserable, the polls had been tightening between his party and the PFP. To make it worse he couldn't shake internal rumours of leadership weakness. He had spent weeks trying to pull a tough but fair look, it always seem to backfire followed by chants of sit down old man echoing in the Witan.

He soon turned his attention to his morning briefings scattered on his desk, he quickly flip through.

"Today Market reports, Labour statistics, crime etc etc." He thought to himself.

A letter from a chairman of a council in Ulster brighten himself up, it is probably a invite to some ribbon cutting ceremony or photo opportunity, he had hope.

Dear Prime Minister hope you are well, I am writing as head of the DCP led City of Moira Council, I have a matter to bring to your attention, the talks between all councils and Ulster General Workers' Union is at a deadlock. It is also believed our sources from inside the UGWU that they are talking to other Unions in the province. If it is true a coordinated industrial action would disrupt the busy time for our consumer market which would in turn threaten the economic regeneration we have brought to the Province.

"Oh shit"

 

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Part 1 Big Trouble in Little Ulster Town
22/12/19
West side of Free City of Moira

About forty delegates representing about thousand workers had entered the small beer hall next door to the main pub, the place had no central heating besides a traditional Yule fire that sat centrally in the hall surrounded by a metal cage. Many delegates had kept the layers that they worn outside in the snow and warmed their bellies with hot brewed mead. Their faces kept a light by candles hanging on the ceiling, the hall had all the trimmings of the Christmas season but the mood was not.

"SHUT IT, SHUT IT , MY COMRADES THIS EMERGENCY MEETING IS IN ORDER." The General Secretary shouted to gain the attention of the crowd who by this time had been in full chatter fuelled by their warm bellies. General Secretary had decided against his best judgement to wear a tacky Christmas jumper, which undercut his serious tone.

Usually a strike would require a full membership voting call but with many on holiday or working double time, it was suggested by the Union Leadership Committee to call a emergency vote which only required delegates who were the chief stewards of their workplace.

"My comrades you have come in this meeting today with the Leadership Committee to representative the membership, you are to remove biases and use your best judgement to show your workplace voice in the coming vote." General Secretary barked,this was only a formality, the growing resentment and anger towards the Central Government had not gone since the dark years.It only went under the surface of Ulster Society waiting to pop its ugly head again.

"All those in favour for fourteen day strike starting at Midnight on Christmas Eve say aye." He asked the delegates. Who answered all at once in a victorious roar.

"AYE!"
"AYE!"
"AYE!"

So be it thought the General Secretary, they all then signed the declaration to make it official.

 

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Part 1 Big Trouble in Little Ulster Town
24/12/19
Centre of The Free City of Moira

Many families had gathered in various headgear and costumes to view the Parade, the parade itself had many people dressed as the most popular children film and TV characters who were being lead by the Ulster Defence Regiment marching band, themselves playing out the Christmas classics. The star of the show was Mari Lwyd herself guardian of the souls passing onto the afterlife. Her manifestation of person with a horse skull for a head and white cloak had been a norm for all those growing up in Strathclyde never less puzzled tourist lined the street to take pictures. Originally would Mari Lwyd wondered the streets picking up any stray souls to bring them to the other side ready for the new year, this had evolved with the Christianising of Strathclyde starting from the 14th century Crusades. With parades being held in the 18th century to find a middle ground between the bitter arguments of the Druids/Pagans and Protestants.

It was agree that a Christmas Eve parade shall take place including both elements of Christianity and Druidism. Leaving Mari Lwyd being joined by depiction of the nativity soon followed by the commercialisation of Christmas.

The mood soon changed with the parade stalling at the front when taking a turn in the road a flying picket had driven up in a white van with trade union members in high visibility yellow jumpsuits getting out. They were waste management operators or binmen, the most radical of the UGUW membership. The General Secretary had asked/pleaded for them to stay within their picket lines and protest peacefully to keep the wrath of the National Police at bay but he went unheard.

Private security hired by the city council had quickly stormed in at all sides to the van about dozen members with Santa masks had gotten out the van. They soon shouted slogans to wind up the crowd.

"ULSTER IS FOR NORDS!"
"DEATH TO THE CROWN!"

Soon the private security had to create a human barrier between an angry crowd throwing all kinds of items cheap plastic toys sold and food items at the masked men. Already in the distance several police with their batons out charged into the small gathering of the trade union members, the human barrier opened up to let them in.

The masked men were pushed up against the van with the human barrier turned into a caged, leaving the police free reign to start the beating. Most tried to fight back with kicks and punches but it was no use they had their bodies pressed on the hard tarmac road while police carried on shouting abuse, repeatedly calling them "Nord Scum."

This lasted about five minutes while one by one were handcuffed and taken outside the human cage to be taken to the back of a paddy wagon. They were spit at and had food thrown in their faces while been taken away to the paddy wagons waiting for them.

The Chief Commander of parade watch the whole thing through window blinds from a top floor cafe in the street which had been turned into a temporary command HQ with all the National police radio equipment.The police officer in charge of the arrest piped through the radio.

"This is Gold Leader we have the situation under control Sir."

 

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Part 1 Big Trouble in Little Ulster Town
30/12/19
Evening, Free City of Moira
Sunflower Pub's Beer hall

The joyful and victorious atmosphere had gone this time fulled with just resentment and anger. The delegates had been spilt over how to response to the union's radicals stealing and ramming a garbage truck into a police station. Many thought it went to far, some thought it was deserved after the same group had received a rough beating from the national police, a few secretly were disappointed that not a single police officer was hurt.

The General Secretary had to keep everyone together without openly supporting or suggest someone break the law.

"Listen everyone I understand the anger people are feeling but we must stay within framework of the rules and regulation set on us." He said hoping that would cool the air but it did very little.

"Framework of the what?!" One of the delegates shouted back, before the General Secretary had chance to reply, another had piped in this time more shouting.

"Fuck the rules, the police didn't follow any when they attacked our peaceful comrades!"

That was something he couldn't deny the press had kept quiet but the twelve men flying picket had suffered from heavy bruising and one had cut his head open after being thrown to the ground all were denied any medical treatment during their overnight questioning. The noise had speared in the Nordic housing estates tensions were going and more by the hour. Rumours that crown loyalist marching bands were planning a parade into the same area left people on edge. Many started to create groups for community protection since no one in the estates trusted the national police.

Suddenly the power was cut to the beer hall, everyone stood still in the dark a few second before a earthquake of light and noises ripped through the silent air.

Without them knowing the beer hall had been surrounded by about sixty police officers half in full riot gear, who flooded the hall with teargas and flash grenade. One of the delegate had managed to escape through the main pub's bathroom window luckily before the chaos happened, he started to run through the back lane behind the pub heading towards the nearest housing estate

It took many people thirty seconds to get their bearings by then the police had stormed in creating a circle around them inside the hall blocking the exits.

"This is the Chief Commissar of the city police, give up now and drop to the floor or this will get nasty." Said a voice using a microphone just outside the hall.

The delegates responded to his requested by throwing their beer glasses they had just been drinking from to the nearest police officer's head. The police responded in kind by striking them several times with their wooden batons, even when the delegate had gotten on the floor raising their hand in surrender they continued.

The whole thing lasted only a few minutes, chairs, pint glasses and even plastic beer mats were thrown but the police just enclosed their circle taking one by one outside it to be drag into a van.

The Chief Commissar observed the whole operation in his car down the street listening to the radio, he soon left his car to walk five minutes down the road to a side-street. A white van had just been parked, he went to the knock the driver's window, the window came down to show a masked man.

"Is he there?" The masked man asked

"You got the money?" The chief asked, the masked man handed him a envelop with unmarked notes. He opened to check the amount and said

"Give me fifteen minutes I will pull him out for advance questioning."

The masked man closed his window and drove off

 

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Part 1 Big Trouble in Little Ulster Town
30/12/19
Steward's Lodge
At least some of us are having fun thought the P.M when looking at The Citizen Report front page showing the Prince in his train driver outfit riding his steam train while waving directly to the camera. The troublesome city had avoided the front pages this time besides the Ulster's voice but it didn't stop screaming blue murder towards his government daily.

He had sent Mair Eluned Morgan along as a spokesperson but really she was sent to act as the Prince baby sitter. Llewelyn was usually good he kept to his political neutrality not saying embarrassing things but there was the beautiful for someone with brown skin comment in Auraria a decade ago.

His office briefed Mair well pointing out what subjects must be strictly avoided;
Environmental issues, up coming elections and Ulster.

He also trusted in his Home Secretary and the team she had to watch the situation in Moira.

 

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Part 2 The Tanks, The Bombs, The Guns
New Year's Eve Night
Redwood Road Flats

The situation had gone completely out of control because of mass mistrust and fear, blocks of flats have now been boarded up with many refusing to leave their homes. The community had created protection groups who now roamed the streets, they were mostly youths with nothing better to do. Too young to drink too old to listen to mam and dad.

They mostly harassed people they didn't like the look of, a few hanged out the park just outside the flat complex.A white van pulled up then a masked man got out and started to speak to them.

"Listen kids, how do you think about making a few bob?" The masked man asked them. The kids nodded, he took them to the back of the van to show them a few crates of molotov cocktails, he give each kid a crate each and a few notes.

"Some pigs are going to turn up in a hour or two, show them what the true sons of Ulster can do." He ordered them.

The Citizen Report Publishing House,Sant Dewi

The junior editor unfortunately pulled the short straw and was working on new year's, it was a skeleton crew anyway in the press room and the distribution warehouse next door. He had most of the writing staff do fluff pieces and end of year lists. The most he could do for dragging them in tonight, he was in office finishing off his coffee when someone came in with a parcel. It was just handed in to reception, the parcel was a shoe-box covered in brown paper and tied with strings.

He unwrapped it to relieve a handwritten letter and a bundle of bloody tissues, in his horror there was a ear that was still fresh in it.

On the bottom of the letter it read

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Part 2 The Tanks, The Bombs, The Guns
New Year's Eve
Stewart Lodge,Prime Minister

The PM was again looking outside the courtyard,the weather was still horrible raining on and off till the new year but it turned worse from the start of the day the leaves twisted and turned in the wind just like his stomach when the phone went off.

"RING, RING, RING"

The phone went off from a small wooden cupboard other side of the office, it housed two secured phones, red for the Defence & Security Office and white one for line used exclusively for the Prince to call. He didn't know which one he wanted it be. He walked over at half pace to the cupboard hoping they would hang up, when he opened it was the white phone ringing.

"What does he want, he should be drinking and eating with that Nordic woman that is why I sent him there in the first place." He thought to himself, he then picked up the phone.

"Hello Prime Minister, how you doing?" Prince asked being first to talk.

"Yes hello your highness, I am doing well hope you are doing the same there but I have asked why you ringing I pray that nothing as happened?" The PM said, crossing his fingers thinking please don't say he has said nice for someone with brown skin type comment.

"Nothing is the matter, I am just bit worried about the situation in Moira you see I have been watching some of their news, it doesn't look pretty." the Prince answered while still looking at his TV screen showing a police officer in riot gear on fire rolling on the ground.

"No, no, no there is nothing to worry about." The PM said trying his best to lie at the same time watching the same scene on his office TV, he continued.

"I have the Home Secretary and she has the best team handling the situation, now just relax and enjoy the New Year." He then hanged up the phone,hoping next time the red phone went off.

Ty Hywel, Home Affairs Office
The situation room had several TV screens showing various CCTV feeds around the city and to the right there was various communication equipment. The main TV screen showed a helicopter camera feed showing two crowds of people separated by a burning car moving towards each other ready to fight.

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"Get me some officers down there now!" The Home Secretary shouted but a person manning the communication equipment replied that all police officers are busy arresting people, taking the injured to hospital or dealing with other riots in another part of the city.

"How about you call the Prime Minster's office or even the Defence & Security Office?" a aide asked. She knew calling anyone else would be useless. the PM had abounded her to handle this herself, she was told she had enough resources and her leadership would solve the evolving mess. She tried to call the Defence Secretary but he was told hands off by the PM in case the situation would worsen by sending in armed counter-terrorism agents or troops.

Before she could tell her aide off for asking the same question for the third time, someone came into the room demanding her to see some photos.

The photos showed a man with his right ear missing, gagged and bound outside a gate.

"Please don't tell me, is that the grounds of Roch Castle?"

 

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Part 2 The Tanks, The Bombs, The Guns
15/01/2020
Village outside Moira
Early Morning,

Constable Carl Foulkes had just finished his ninth night shift in a row, night by night it gets worse, the highlight of tonight shift was taking a twelve boy who had his cracked head open because he was caught by cross fire of bricks, to the hospital. He had grey hair already at thirty five, it would be a decade when he joined the national police. Situation like those made him want to stay another ten years and quit at the same time.

He was going to walk out through his front door until he remembered he left his phone in his car, he sat back in the front seat with the light on to have quick look around.

"You looking for this?" A voice said from the back seat behind him, he look in his rear mirror to see a small hooded figure with his phone and a handgun.

"Listen mate I don't know what you want but if you want you can keep the phone and can have my wallet if you let me grab it from my pocket." Carl said trying to stay calm.

"You think am stupid?
Hands up where I can see them pig."

The hooded figure replied, Carl had figured out from the voice that it was male probably no older than fifteen. He didn't have his service gun with him he handed back to the armoury at end of his shift.

"Listen I don't know what your problem is with me or who sent you but if you put your gun down, we talk about it or you can go and promise I say nothing." he said trying to reason with the kid who by this time the kid's hand holding the gun was shaking.

The hooded kid pistol whipped back of his head and shouted for him to stay there. He touched back of his head to find it was bleeding. The hooded kid had got out the car having his gun pointed at him the whole time.

"Please I got my wife and baby daughter in the house, just go, run and I say nothing." Carl pleaded trying to keep his cool at the same time.

The hooded kid was visibly shaking badly and was pacing back & forth.

"Tämä sinun syytäsi!
Tämä meidän maamme!"

The kid shouted and then he pulled the trigger,for Carl everything turned into a bright light and then darkness.

The first shoot hit the right shoulder, the police man was still alive but in shock. the hooded kid started to cry but he closed his eyes to unload the whole clip into the car.

The job was done one of the bullets managed to hit the police man's head now he had to go the meeting point outside the village.

When running through the village's back streets, he noticed the whole village came alive with everyone's now turned on and he could hear a woman screaming in the background.

After ten minutes he reached the meeting point where a white van with its door was waiting for him. He went in the back to be greeted by the masked man who was standing the shadows.

"The job is done?" The masked man asked, he nodded in responds then asked.

"When do I get my money?" The masked man shake his head in disappointment.

"I said one shot to head, I heard seven gunshots." The masked man said, he taken a pistol out of his pocket and started to twist a silencer on it. The hooded kid started cry and pleaded.

"Please I am sorry, I don't want money, I won't let you down again." The masked had his pistol on the hooded kid's forehead.

"I know you won't."

 

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Confidential
Only to be seen by the Home Secretary

With former Prime Minister Rhodri Morgan with no authority or power now, I am free to act which I should have been allowed to do from the start. I have released five hundred agents of the C.T.A to be under your Office command, they will provided you with necessary tactical armed support, K9 units and air unit. Speaking to the soon to be Prime Minister, he wants to end this fast he will help you anyway he can during this unnecessary transition of Office and even more once he is in.

I recommend course of action is to seal off the Free City of Moira and have air units of the C.T.A to carrying a province wide sweep of Ulster. Set up stop & searches in the main roads on the county border to Gwent.

Please of luck to you,

Signed; Defence & Security Secretary

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Official
To the Cabinet of the Principality of Strathclyde,

We may have been opposite sides of the chamber for last decade but it is time for us to unite and face the on-going disorder in Free City of Moira. As the Witan authorised yesterday the Home Affairs Office can grant the National Police Services resources and personnel from the Defence & Security Office.

We must contain the escalating sectarian violence, that is why I am authorising a joint operation between the HAO and DSO code named Ocean Scorpion. The Prince has given us his orders, we must following it through for sake of our Union.

Signed
Cabinet Speaker

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Part 2 The Tanks, The Bombs, The Guns
29/01/2020
Redwood Flats, West Side of Moira City

The housing estate and surrounding streets look like a bomb had gone off, business were burnt out shells or boarded up, bottles and bricks littered the area, Nordic cross flags were tried to the lampposts. Many residents of the area had fled to the open border of Østveg, the streets were abounded with the occasional C.T.A armoured truck doing its round, all agents were given strict orders to stay inside their vehicles while driving around in this area of the city only going out if necessary even through they had assault rifles and heavy bulletproof vests. Command wanted to keep possible hostile interaction with the Nordic community to the bare minimum.

An unusual sight was a young man in his early twenties carrying a bag of posters, he was a hardcore supporter of the Ulster National Party. He was warned to stay in the city centre to hand out leaflets and put up posters. He took a wrong turn and ended up in the West side, he thought working his way back to the centre he could find time to put up a few posters.

While putting up a poster on a boarded up shopfront, a white van came screeching around the comer and pulled up besides him, the van's backdoor busted open with two hooded figures coming out to grabbed both of his arms and thrown into the van. He turned to jump out but one of the hooded figures kicked him back and closed the door

Now on van floor half concussions, he saw in his blurred vision a masked man sharped like a small bear towering over him.

hva gjør du? The masked man asked him, he then pulled out a handgun from behind his back and put the barrel on the young man's forehead.

The young man put his hands up in the air and pleaded.

Vær så snill, jeg vet ikke hva du vil at jeg ikke har gjort noe. The young man said trying to hold out tears, he pulled out a wallet to hand the masked man.

The masked man responded by whacking his head with butt of his gun leaving the nose busted open, he then told him.

Jeg ser deg, legg plakater av den tispen rundt her igjen, du velger hvilket kne du liker mest.

The young man nodded by this time he started to pee himself. The masked man let out a enormous belly laugh and banged the van's roof with his fist. The back door opened with the two hooded figures dragging the young man out by his leg and dumped him by side of the road. The van quickly took off down the street.

Jeg rydder ikke i det. said one the hooded figures to the masked man, all them were in back of the van while it sped down the streets.

The masked man was listening to the Games of the Apolloniad on the radio, it was saying that some Manx competitors were doing well. He paused for a moment ignoring the two hooded figures chatting away then an idea popped into his head. He knocked the van roof and ordered the driver to head back to base.

 

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Part 2 The Tanks, The Bombs, The Guns
09/02/2020
Somewhere in the border of Ulster/Østveg

The old jeep twisted and turned around the small dirt road snaking through the hills passing mostly farmhouses and the odd small village. The only light source was from the jeep and the full moon which give everything a grey shadow.

The jeep finally arrived at its destination an old barn with rusted tractor outside, the field unlike the farm next door a few miles away. Had been abounded in the 80s surrounded by barbed wire and signs warning of landmines from the war. The sign was a lie the filed had been dug up and several weapons caches were buried there. A man in his late 40s step out the drivers side of the jeep. He had salt and pepper hair combed all the way back, he covered his small bald patch in the middle of his head with a flat cap. Wearing a tracksuit of his local rugby team, he had only time to chunk some wellies on because of being called on short notice to the place he hadn't been for two decades.

Nothing else has changed the air was still filled with the smell of cow shit from area's dairy farms. The large barn metal door opened from inside to reveal table and chairs in middle of the haystacks that mice and other small animals made home now were running around the barn's floor.

Alongside them were ten men of the Militia Command Council originally started in their 20s. They were commanding officers of twelve commando cells based all across Ulster and the borderlands. Officially disarmed and stood down, the events in Moira and the recent high profile kidnapping had been reason for this emergency meeting. All of them now were in the their 50s and even early 60s each with their own jobs and families, all moved on and never imagined to be called up again but times were changing.

The man from the jeep was last to arrive and started to walk to the barn to sit down.

"Micks, late as usual" teased one of the ten men, he was only one besides him who don't wear any type of uniform, the others wore army camouflage and balaclavas . Micks not his real name wasn't impressed by the outfits their were middle age men not kids playing toy soldiers anymore. He just nodded in reply and sit down at the table the rest soon followed.

The man who teased him nicked black bird, looked like an old sea dog with his big un-kept bushy beard and just worn a jumper with jeans, he also had a flat cap to hide his receding hairline.

Now they all sit on the table, Micks asked.

"Why the hell are we here?"

Black Bird nodded in agreement, he had only came here out of some kind of obligation. The others looked in disappointment and stood in awkward silence. Until youngish voice came from the corner of the room, in the shadows of the oil light lambs that were on the table. A male figure appeared wearing all black and combat boots. He had black sunglasses and a red beret. It was the Camel, one of the biggest drug kingpin in Strathclyde and the wider region.

"You have gone soft in your age and your brain." Camel answered with a smirk across his face, he carried on to lecture.

"We have Nordic death squads openly based here, we have the filthy squatters rioting openly in the streets, we got that bitch in the government but here we are the once great Druid People's Militia reduced to daytime drinking and eating Sunday Dinners!"

Black bird got up in anger and to teach the little jump start a thing or two about manners.

"Listen here you little shit what we have done, you won't be here without us so don't come here...." He shouted but before he could finish. Camel got his knife in his side pocket and stabbed Black bird's hand that was on the table, it went through bone and into the table.

"AHHHH!" Screamed Black bird.

"Listen old man, you may have forgotten about the cause but some of us haven't now sit down and shut up." Camel told him, he then took a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his hand.

Micks at this point just sit there watching the scene unfolded then it came to him.

"Where's Frazer?"

By now the Camel took them out the back where a car was waiting leaving Blackbird in the barn, he opened the boot to show Frazer half beaten to death, tied and gagged. Frazer was still knocked out.

"What the fuck you doing?!?!" shouted Micks to Camel.

"Frazer on hearing of our meeting was caught halfway ratting on us, luckily my people inside the police heard about this and told me before it was too late." The Camel answered, straight afterwards from the brushes about six men in jumpsuits carrying assault rifles encircled them.

One of them entered and riddled Blackbird with bullets.

"The bastard was wired, go on check yourself." The Camel said, he turned to Micks and got a double barrel shotgun from one of his men.

"Mr Gordon do us the pleasure of finishing off this rat." He told him while hitting Frazer head with a shovel.

"Dug your own grave old man."

Unknown Location
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Sioned Harries head was pounding and her venison blurred, she tried to move her arms and feet but they were tired to chair she was in. She had no idea how she got here last thing she remembered was partying in a club and a man trying to chat her up got her a drink. Now she was in darkness, she cried for help.

A door opened letting light in, she could make out she was in some sort of basement,someone started to walk downstairs.

"LET ME GO!"
"LET ME GO!"

She shouted, finally a figure wearing a white hood sat next to her. She still felt drunk and light headed, suddenly she felt a snap pain in her arm and everything went black again.

 

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Letter sent to C.T.A HQ
" If we don't get a response to our demands by midnight of the 13th of this month, we will send you one of her fingers each day, if you took so long that we run out of fingers to send we move onto another parts.
Signed
True Son & Daughters"

 

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Part 2 The Tanks, The Bombs, The Guns
11/02/2020
HRH Prison- Barti Ddu

Barti Ddu was a decommissioned Cruiser built in the early 60s later turned into a prison ship in 1980 when the ships crew mutiny just off the coast headed by the Chief Petty Officer Cook who started it by killing the ship's purser. The mutineers were able to take over but thanks to most of the deck department being killed during the fighting, they spent a couple days going round in circles finally pulling into port to surrender.

In a sense of cruel irony instead of having the crew court martial then shot at dawn, it was decided by the Valentine Regime to sentence them to life in the docked ship.Any reference to the ship or the events that took place were removed from public record,all next of kin were informed all crew members died in a storm.

Only handful of prisoners were liberated by unit of Sylvania Marine Raiders during the Spring Invasion, out of the ninety six crew sentenced life on board only fourteen survived the five years of hard labour and twisted punishments handed out by the sadistic guards.

The ship was left docked until the Provincial Assembly planned to use it for a training ship but the cost of refurbishing it to operational standards was too much. During the Great Unrest of Ulster the Assembly didn't have the space to separate members of the paramilitary groups from the general prison population. At last minute before selling it for scrap. They turned it into a prison ship at cost of half million Manx Marks, now permanently docked on small island off the Western coast of Gwent. It houses seventy high risk special category prisoners.

Senior Sergeant Dùbhghlas of the National Police and Supervisory Special Agent Lanman of the C.T.A had gotten on the Island through a ferry run by the prison, they went through customary checkpoint handed over their service side arm. Signed in and went to meet the governor who was waiting for them by the bottom of the ships gangway. After greeting it each other, they went into onto the open air deck where a large metal shed type bullring was put up. They went in they were only ones in there usually it was filled with families and other visitors if it was too windy the prison would put visitors in the only building in the island. It housed admin and the guard's accommodation who worked week on/off.

The whole idea the governor told them was limited moving the prisoners from the ship at all, he then stressed that prisoners had a gym and allowed to do laps around the ship's small flight deck at the back.

The ships itself was covered by two sniper towers equip with search lights which were manned 24/7.

After the Governor left to bring in the person they wanted for questioning, they were only left alone together for a few minutes before the door opened.

Prisoner Profile​

Prisoner Number:65324
Name:James Hackston AKA "Mad Hack"
Born: 1968
Bio: Born in the Nordic Ulster Border Community,he showed early interest in engineering and science as a toddler ripping apart radios and other items to say how they work soon trying to put them back together. Brought up in a small commuter town both of his parents worked in a car factory.

Parents sent him off to university to do civil engineering ,all was well until his dad died in a work a related accident. Took up heavy drinking in his second year and flaked his exams. Was recruited into the Red Hand Commandos in 1983 as a combat engineer. During Queensland's War was one of the first members of RHC alongside other state sponsored death squads to turncoat, spent rest of the war working behind enemy lines attacking supply lines.

After the war RHC didn't lay down their arms and move back into society soon they were involved in the making of the Great Unrest of Ulster. Becoming part of the RHC leadership, he was in charge of overseeing bomb making and carrying out of planting said bombs.

Believed to be partly or fully responsible for 123 bombings and counter-less deaths of civilian population and the security services. His down fall was when he on his way planting the car bomb but set off early. He say it was a assassination attempt due to internal conflict within the RHC but many........

"Maybe instead of reading about me when don't you both talk to the real thing?" Said a voice from the doorway.

Both Dùbhghlas & Lanman were interrupted from reading the profile by the voice. They both looked up to find Mad Hack in a wheel chair, half of his face were permanently burnt, the red burns looked like a dried tomato, his right eye was gone replaced by a glass one. So his left one darted about looking around the room to make up for it.

He was escorted by a nurse and two guards he was handcuffed to the wheelchair he was wearing all grey tracksuit. When the nurse pushed him towards the table, you could tell bottom of his right leg was gone. The nurse checked the air canstaor which was attached to back of the wheel chair. The failed bombing happened at a petrol station, he only survived because he was in a long queue to pay. The fumes he breathed in damaged his lungs beyond repair, still alive today because of information he gave that brought most of the RHC.

"You are here for that girl aren't you?" He said to both them he was low and whizzed every other sentences.

"Yes Mr Hackston , we were wondering since you have given us information before you might have something of this group." Lanman replied, Dùbhghlas took out a small recorder and put on the table towards Mad Hack. Who turned his face away.

"You are wasting your time the RHC is dead or in the pub avoiding their wives." He said then taking some air.

"But surely you must know something?" Lanman asked.

"No these are new kids, a whole different breed."

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Sioned didn't know how long she been in the basement her kidnappers didn't say a word to her, they let out of the chair to allow her walk around the basement. There was a old matters on a rusted bed frame to sleep on. A small table and chairs to eat at. They feed her three times know every-time they would be three of them being the same soup, bread and cheese.Also always a fourth person standing a top of the stairs. The first time they brought she started to fight back by throwing her fists and kicking them. Screaming at them to let her know why she was held captive they never said anything only pinned her to floor to then inject her to knock her out.

She had calmed so they did came down once with a fresh towel and some shampoo alongside fresh clothes. When she asked could she uses a shower or bath they pointed to a water hose on the wall by a drain.

The door opened again this time with six of the white hooded figures.coming down one of them was carrying a camera. Two of them took hold of her and sat her in the chair. The guy with the camera set up a tripod in front of her. She look to her right to see someone holding a few signs with words on them.

The man who seemed to be in charge was telling the other guy where to put the camera and ordered the rest about. The man pulled out a gun and pointed a gun towards her and demand her to read from the signs.

"Hello occupiers of Ulster, we have seen your failed attempt at a bluff but we laugh at you. We have the woman known as Sioned Harries with us. What happens next is your fault...."

 

[Prydain]

Part 2 The Tanks, The Bombs, The Guns
19/02/2020

A industrial estate in Ulster somewhere,

Fox-Eyes was the Camel's right hand man doing all the dirty work to keep his hands clean, Kadki by blood, a bricklayer by trade both of us parents fled his homeland during the purge in the late 60s. Both only being 17 years old and childhood sweethearts, they ended up in Strathclyde just when Valentine Regime just took power. At first cautious of moving to a country that just experienced a coup, the regime did well to advertise its anti-communist policies and the warm welcoming of migrant labourers escaping persecution. The truth being during the coup and the unrest leading to said coup caused huge exit of native labourers to neighbouring countries and across the pound to Sylvania.

The Regime knew it needed to fill in the skilled gap with as much cheap foreign labour fast or face economic collapse. His mother worked in the hotels mostly used by Officers and other ranking members of the regime. His father help build the hotels alongside the roads. He was treated like lower than dirt alongside his mother, given all the donkey work, his mother counterless times refusing to have sex with officers who always said they fund her son's University if she be just a good slut for a change.

His parents soon left the Capital to move to a rural village few years after he was born, they people were more welcoming than the city folks. His father soon used his money he saved working in the building trade to open his own construction business. Mostly helping people in the village and surrounding ones with the upkeep of their homes.

Everything was fine till the mismanagement of public funds by the Regime started to hit everyone, the warm welcome at the start tuned to open hostility. His family labeled communist spies demand for his father's business soon dried up.

The final straw when he was 16 his father's office was attacked and his mother being mugged the same day. The authorities did nothing. He was finishing his bricklaying at the trade school where he got into the drug trade, selling weed in the back. Things could have been different, he was picked by the local wing of the DPM for dealing in their no-drugs zones. Avoiding the knee capping in exchange for rating out a few people in village that were feeding information to the authorities.

Decades later he met the Camel while bribing, smuggling and killing his way up the food chain.The Camel was the only Manx he respected and untold loyalty for. Still seeing himself as a outsider even though he had the same accent and spoke the same language but he still kept his mother tongue.


At the present moment he was middle of questioning a young lad, he had him naked strapped to the chair with the bottom cut out for the last ten minutes he had got a rope with massive knot on the end and swing it to smack the lad in the balls. Everytime he would let out a smirk and giggle hearing the lad no older than 15 squirm like a pig after each swing.

"Please! Please! Listen to me, I tell you they will won't just kill me they feed ,me to their dogs alive!" The lad said he run out of liquid to cry by now.

"Please, Please." Fox-Eyes mocked and was spinning the rope ready for another hit till one of his men come in with a mobile phone
"Boss, you got to answer this it is the Camel." The man said before passing, Fox Eyes told the lad not to worry he be back sorting him out in a few minutes.

"What the fuck is going?!?!
Did you know we got the two idiots right now driving across the border to deliver a special package?"

The Camel said when he answered the phone.

"You don't mean they are actually going to fucking bomb the Austwegians?
They are not tasting the supply again?"

Fox-Eyes says while looking at the lad who was frozen in fear, he give him a little wink.

"Now you used the B over the phone!" The Camel shouted.

"Look calm down boss, think about it, if they close border for a bit we got plenty of supply stocked up, we can jack up the prices." Fox-Eyes, he turned away from the phone to smack the lad on the head.

"If you don't tell me where the girl is I can keep going till your balls are so red raw they will fall off."
@Pohjanmaa

 

[Prydain]

Part 2 The Tanks, The Bombs, The Guns
19/02/2020

The letter was handwritten and was left in Special Agent Lanman office, it left instructions for him to meet at the park only few streets away from C.T.A HQ. He was told come alone and sit at a bench nearest to the duck pound. It was just after lunch and the park was empty. Lanman walked to the bench to find a brown paper bag with "look in me" written on it with a black marker.

He paused for a second wondering to call in the bomb squad or at least HQ to tell them what was going on but before he had chance to come to a decision. A phone started to ring from inside the bag which made him jump a bit. He tipped the brown bag to get the phone, it was cheap single use one still with some of its rubbing on it.

He answered the phone to be greeted be a distorted deep voice.

"Hello there Special Agent hope we didn't give too much of a freight." The voice said

"Who are you and how do you get hold of me?" Lanman asked

"Now Special Agent who or what I am is not important, the important is the choice you about to make." The voice answered

"What choice is that?" asked inpanticeal

"It is simple Special Agent, do you want the bombers or the girl, you can only have one." The voice said, Lanman could sense a smirk from over the phone.

"Well it listen here, there is nothing stopping taking this phone to the lab coats finding out the hell you are" Lanman said angrily.

"Now, now agent calm down I clean your tie if I was you." The voice said.

He looked down to see a red dot on his tie that then moved onto his forehead. Lanman had to pause and rethink how handled the situation.

"Oh okay listen, I don't want any trouble tell me about the girl."Lanman said.

"Good Choice Agent...."

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Everything was blur for Sioned she remembers being tied and gagged to be put in a back of a vehicle. Now she was in another place, she had no idea where even if she was in the same country. She looked down to hand where her small finger should was now a little stub. It then flooded back to her, when she did the recording for her kidnapers they throw on the table and one them pulled out a cleaver. The rest pinned her to her to the table and pulled her hand onto it.

She screamed and kicked the whole time, she nearly broke free but they injected her again. Now all the pain came back to her, drained of energy she could do was a whimper.