A village near Camp Ebenazer, North Kexholm
The militiamen were standing in a row. They were holding their FN FAL rifles with their gloves. To the about-to-be-deported Suionians they looked like an armed rabble, since their apparel was not standardized at all. The Suionians were dead afraid, but were ready. They've heard of similar deportations at the area. Since President Dixie's new plans some the small villages near the American militia bases in the north were deported to make way for three new settlements built in north Kexholm, attached to the militia bases. While theoretically these deportations weren't supposed to occur, the central government, both the Kexholm Governorate and the Federal government, were reluctant to stop them. Since the Territorial Militia was the law-enforcing body of the Governor, the only force which could restrain them would be federal soldiers. And, boy, the President was not in the mood for mobilizing the reserves just to restrain some fiery militiamen up north from hurting few Suionians.
The militia officer supervising this specific operation was Sergeant Eric Cartman. Sergeant Cartman, or "Fat Ass" as his colleagues often nicknamed him, didn't just display some mild hostility towards the Suionians; he was out-right hateful of them. He didn't give a damn whether these people were alive or dead at the end of the operation if they indeed left their village. Aware of the benefits of intimidation and fear, Sergeant Cartman ordered one of his man to acquire a flame-thrower before the operation, thinking its mere sight would scare the Suionians into abandoning their village. Half a dozen of similar operations would to occur all along the sector; This is the first time such events happen in north Kexholm, however considering the not quite too meaningless number of deported people from the south, it is probable that they have at least heard of the practice. Fat Ass raised his hand and signalled his twenty or so militiamen to do his bidding.
The whole spectacle was a bit barbaric. The fifteen men spread throughout the village in pairs, each one making more noise than the others. Sergeant Cartman personally paired with the flame-thrower, incinerating the small community's gathering hall. At the first seconds of the 'deportation raid' the residents' panic was mostly internal but when Cartman's men began shooting on the wooden-made homes the panic gained external manifestations and the citizens began to flee in amok from the raiders. At one side of the village one pair released a burst towards a man that was seemingly drawing a rifle, nowhere near military standards, and two other protesting men were beaten up and maimed by the trigger-happy militiamen. While Cartman's militia brutes were considered the 'toughest' in the entire sector, it is likely that there were other standards on the mainland, where these deeds would be condemned as savage and sadistic. But not in the northerly cold landscape of Kexholm where these escapades occurred every time a new American settlement was erected, as a matter of 'establishing a secure environment', or satisfying the violence needs of some of the American settlers.
In a now far more relaxing more environment, when most of the residents either fled already or were seen running in the ends of the village towards a secure place, Sergeant Cartman was already enjoying his victory. He sat near the burning village's gathering hall, who's flames were already dying out. He ordered a subordinate to fetch him two chairs and then ordered his bunch of brutes to loot the village. Corporal Baves, his second-in-command, occupied the remaining chair. Suddenly and seemingly, a bubble of tranquillity was created inside this unending occurrence of violence around them, two men sitting and relaxing while around them buildings were burning and soldiers were burning homes and stores which just hours ago were relatively prosperous and peaceful. The spirits of war, however, didn't skip on their subject.
"God-damned Suionians. If you ask me we should have deported them as soon as we took the territory; Fuck, Baves, more than sixty years and they're here. Do you realise this shit? Sixty fucking years. Dammit, my father was born ten years after we received this forsaken piece of land. And they're still here." Cartman couldn't hide his anger of the Suionian residents of Kexholm.
Corporal Baves was going to debate Cartman over the issue, but he knew it wouldn't be of use. Cartman was already well entrenched in his positions. He strongly believed that Americans couldn't share Kexholm with the Suionians; this statement found controversy even in the American settlements themselves, one of the reasons that deportations and raids stopped long ago in the south Kexholm and the remaining Suionians, a few hundreds, were offered nice compensations if they moved to north Kexholm, along with all of their brethren. While for some years American settlement concentrated in the south, recently President Dixie has authorized the construction of new settlements in north Kexholm; While some of more xenophobic and racist American settlers of Kexholm claimed President Dixie espoused to their ideology, in fact the federal government wasn't really informed of the situation on the ground, nor was the rest of the world. Neither did the federal government care. Nor did the world. Instead, Baves simply avoided a clear response, "Well, Sergeant, I think the truth is that the federals don't give a chicken's crap what's going here. For them the northern side of Kexholm could be full of wild critters worshipping Satan.." And boy, he was right.
The militiamen were standing in a row. They were holding their FN FAL rifles with their gloves. To the about-to-be-deported Suionians they looked like an armed rabble, since their apparel was not standardized at all. The Suionians were dead afraid, but were ready. They've heard of similar deportations at the area. Since President Dixie's new plans some the small villages near the American militia bases in the north were deported to make way for three new settlements built in north Kexholm, attached to the militia bases. While theoretically these deportations weren't supposed to occur, the central government, both the Kexholm Governorate and the Federal government, were reluctant to stop them. Since the Territorial Militia was the law-enforcing body of the Governor, the only force which could restrain them would be federal soldiers. And, boy, the President was not in the mood for mobilizing the reserves just to restrain some fiery militiamen up north from hurting few Suionians.
The militia officer supervising this specific operation was Sergeant Eric Cartman. Sergeant Cartman, or "Fat Ass" as his colleagues often nicknamed him, didn't just display some mild hostility towards the Suionians; he was out-right hateful of them. He didn't give a damn whether these people were alive or dead at the end of the operation if they indeed left their village. Aware of the benefits of intimidation and fear, Sergeant Cartman ordered one of his man to acquire a flame-thrower before the operation, thinking its mere sight would scare the Suionians into abandoning their village. Half a dozen of similar operations would to occur all along the sector; This is the first time such events happen in north Kexholm, however considering the not quite too meaningless number of deported people from the south, it is probable that they have at least heard of the practice. Fat Ass raised his hand and signalled his twenty or so militiamen to do his bidding.
The whole spectacle was a bit barbaric. The fifteen men spread throughout the village in pairs, each one making more noise than the others. Sergeant Cartman personally paired with the flame-thrower, incinerating the small community's gathering hall. At the first seconds of the 'deportation raid' the residents' panic was mostly internal but when Cartman's men began shooting on the wooden-made homes the panic gained external manifestations and the citizens began to flee in amok from the raiders. At one side of the village one pair released a burst towards a man that was seemingly drawing a rifle, nowhere near military standards, and two other protesting men were beaten up and maimed by the trigger-happy militiamen. While Cartman's militia brutes were considered the 'toughest' in the entire sector, it is likely that there were other standards on the mainland, where these deeds would be condemned as savage and sadistic. But not in the northerly cold landscape of Kexholm where these escapades occurred every time a new American settlement was erected, as a matter of 'establishing a secure environment', or satisfying the violence needs of some of the American settlers.
In a now far more relaxing more environment, when most of the residents either fled already or were seen running in the ends of the village towards a secure place, Sergeant Cartman was already enjoying his victory. He sat near the burning village's gathering hall, who's flames were already dying out. He ordered a subordinate to fetch him two chairs and then ordered his bunch of brutes to loot the village. Corporal Baves, his second-in-command, occupied the remaining chair. Suddenly and seemingly, a bubble of tranquillity was created inside this unending occurrence of violence around them, two men sitting and relaxing while around them buildings were burning and soldiers were burning homes and stores which just hours ago were relatively prosperous and peaceful. The spirits of war, however, didn't skip on their subject.
"God-damned Suionians. If you ask me we should have deported them as soon as we took the territory; Fuck, Baves, more than sixty years and they're here. Do you realise this shit? Sixty fucking years. Dammit, my father was born ten years after we received this forsaken piece of land. And they're still here." Cartman couldn't hide his anger of the Suionian residents of Kexholm.
Corporal Baves was going to debate Cartman over the issue, but he knew it wouldn't be of use. Cartman was already well entrenched in his positions. He strongly believed that Americans couldn't share Kexholm with the Suionians; this statement found controversy even in the American settlements themselves, one of the reasons that deportations and raids stopped long ago in the south Kexholm and the remaining Suionians, a few hundreds, were offered nice compensations if they moved to north Kexholm, along with all of their brethren. While for some years American settlement concentrated in the south, recently President Dixie has authorized the construction of new settlements in north Kexholm; While some of more xenophobic and racist American settlers of Kexholm claimed President Dixie espoused to their ideology, in fact the federal government wasn't really informed of the situation on the ground, nor was the rest of the world. Neither did the federal government care. Nor did the world. Instead, Baves simply avoided a clear response, "Well, Sergeant, I think the truth is that the federals don't give a chicken's crap what's going here. For them the northern side of Kexholm could be full of wild critters worshipping Satan.." And boy, he was right.