The hallway was adorned with elaborate gold-embroidered bamboo, the architectural style was vast and imposing, distinctly Eastern. White walls ran down the hallways, the wooden floors made from the bottom of bamboo shoots matched the ceiling, which raised into dramatic curved arches above. A warm glow emanated from the lamps which hung from the wall gracefully.
The sound of footfall echoed through the hallway, and the lights cast dozens of feint shadows. The shining black boots were worn by a man with a crisp, clean black military uniform, shining gold aglets - he was definitely an man of means. He arrived at the end of the hallway, his gloved hand rapped on the door four times before falling once more to his side.
Behind the bamboo doors a man could be heard scurrying about, scrambling to put things back into place before permitting the warrior outside in. It took several moments, and the man raised his gloved hand once again to knock, but the door opened and a disshevelled man, his tie draped loosely around his neck, gaped at the man in uniform. His jaw dropped, and he struggled to speak.
"Comrade-General..." he managed to mutter.
"Traitor," General Sunan announced, inviting himself into the room with an abrupt shove to the pathetic wretch before him. "You have betrayed Socialism."
"But, but... I only want what's best for Thaesan..."
"Thaesan is NOTHING without Socialism," the General retorted. "What do you have?! Your pathetic traditions? Your superstitions? Your culture? They blind you, fool."
"But Thaesan can become strong, if we grow rich, we can build our military. We can strike at Keida... we can retake lost lands..."
"Lost lands mean nothing. You are operating in the past, and now you have sold us out to the pigs," Sunan Lampoon was nothing if not hideous when angry. "Military might is not a machination of wealth! Truly, you are not saying that the might of money can overcome the strength of Socialism?"
"You can't honestly think that we can have a modernized military without money, can you?" the wretch inquired. He realized the moment his sentence ended that he had too. "Comrade-General, I didn't mean to suggest--"
"But you did," the General nodded slowly, looking down to the floor as he stepped towards the bureaucrat. "Comrade, have you forgotten why the Revolution began?"
"Of course not," he replied, cringing as the Comrade-Generals arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. "The Revolution happened because the people needed to truly be represented. Because the yoke of the oppressor had chained them into a life of slavery."
"I see you have at least been indoctrinated," Sunan forced a smile. His right arm pulled the man closer, and his left arm appeared from his waist holding his trusty .357 from it's holster and pressing it to the man's face. "Tell me, do you think that our glorious leader would have wanted our great nation to abandon Socialism?" the trick question was multifaceted, the answer elusive.
"Of course not," the man muttered, lying because he knew Sunan wanted to hear this answer. "He would never allow Thaesan to abandon Socialism!"
The gunshot launched bits of brain, blood, and bone across the room; leaving a nasty ringing noise in the Comrade-General's ear. He let the body drop, holstering his pistol before wiping the grey and red brain matter from his sleeve, popping his jaw to stop the ringing.
"You didn't know the Leader well enough then. Of course he'd have led our country from Socialism," he talked to the lifeless carcass that lay on the floor. "That's why I killed him."
The sound of footfall echoed through the hallway, and the lights cast dozens of feint shadows. The shining black boots were worn by a man with a crisp, clean black military uniform, shining gold aglets - he was definitely an man of means. He arrived at the end of the hallway, his gloved hand rapped on the door four times before falling once more to his side.
Behind the bamboo doors a man could be heard scurrying about, scrambling to put things back into place before permitting the warrior outside in. It took several moments, and the man raised his gloved hand once again to knock, but the door opened and a disshevelled man, his tie draped loosely around his neck, gaped at the man in uniform. His jaw dropped, and he struggled to speak.
"Comrade-General..." he managed to mutter.
"Traitor," General Sunan announced, inviting himself into the room with an abrupt shove to the pathetic wretch before him. "You have betrayed Socialism."
"But, but... I only want what's best for Thaesan..."
"Thaesan is NOTHING without Socialism," the General retorted. "What do you have?! Your pathetic traditions? Your superstitions? Your culture? They blind you, fool."
"But Thaesan can become strong, if we grow rich, we can build our military. We can strike at Keida... we can retake lost lands..."
"Lost lands mean nothing. You are operating in the past, and now you have sold us out to the pigs," Sunan Lampoon was nothing if not hideous when angry. "Military might is not a machination of wealth! Truly, you are not saying that the might of money can overcome the strength of Socialism?"
"You can't honestly think that we can have a modernized military without money, can you?" the wretch inquired. He realized the moment his sentence ended that he had too. "Comrade-General, I didn't mean to suggest--"
"But you did," the General nodded slowly, looking down to the floor as he stepped towards the bureaucrat. "Comrade, have you forgotten why the Revolution began?"
"Of course not," he replied, cringing as the Comrade-Generals arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. "The Revolution happened because the people needed to truly be represented. Because the yoke of the oppressor had chained them into a life of slavery."
"I see you have at least been indoctrinated," Sunan forced a smile. His right arm pulled the man closer, and his left arm appeared from his waist holding his trusty .357 from it's holster and pressing it to the man's face. "Tell me, do you think that our glorious leader would have wanted our great nation to abandon Socialism?" the trick question was multifaceted, the answer elusive.
"Of course not," the man muttered, lying because he knew Sunan wanted to hear this answer. "He would never allow Thaesan to abandon Socialism!"
The gunshot launched bits of brain, blood, and bone across the room; leaving a nasty ringing noise in the Comrade-General's ear. He let the body drop, holstering his pistol before wiping the grey and red brain matter from his sleeve, popping his jaw to stop the ringing.
"You didn't know the Leader well enough then. Of course he'd have led our country from Socialism," he talked to the lifeless carcass that lay on the floor. "That's why I killed him."