Post by naze on Sept 11, 2020 19:38:39 GMT -6
Metropolis 1 'Highway of Death' - Footage From Archimedes-1.
Roughly eight hours ago, Japanese Federation Armed Forces cordoned off section 11 of the Metropolis-1 Superhighway, as a result of a brutal series of executions that took place, resulting in the deaths of two dozen men and women, whom are suspected traffickers and refugees coming in from the various water-logged countries of Europa. Reports suggest that a series of plastic explosives had been laid beneath a series of traffic pylons guarding construction on one of the lanes.
Done live on hijacked frequencies, the attack has been claimed by radicalists supporting the True Human organization, believed by many to be a peaceful movement, despite the organization itself's best efforts to suggest otherwise. The following is a clip taken from the live broadcast, before it was cut short.
Done live on hijacked frequencies, the attack has been claimed by radicalists supporting the True Human organization, believed by many to be a peaceful movement, despite the organization itself's best efforts to suggest otherwise. The following is a clip taken from the live broadcast, before it was cut short.
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The camera pans in to a smokey highway, upon which nearly a dozen men and women are lined up on their knees. A child can be heard crying beyond the pan of the camera, coupled with a woman's indiscernible screaming. Roughly six or seven men toting a variety of unbranded equipment stand, looking closer to a paramilitary unit than a peaceful protest group that the TH Org claims to be. The quality suggests it's a hand-held. The man in front of the camera was the first to pipe up with any kind of discernable rhetoric. His visor was flipped up, leaving only a pair of dark green eyes visible over his otherwise covered visage. He's sweating, covered in soot and blood.
"Park, get them lined up. We're rolling," he said.
The camera panned off towards the lineup. A man, missing his forearm from the elbow down is sat on his knees, but he's not moving. His head is hung, chin tucked into his chest with a pool of congealed crimson puddled around him, still dripping like an old faucet from his stump arm. The bone is jutted out, almost ninety degrees; He's dead. The presumed officer drew a pistol from his thigh and flipped the safety. The hammer was pulled back and it was brought up, raised on an adolescent girl, fifteen or sixteen. Both of her legs are evidently cybernetic, as are her eyes. They're prosthetic.
The trigger was depressed, before her head jutted back. The infantile crying picks up, before the man began to step sidelong without a word. The woman screaming beside the girl crumpled to the floor and grasped at the still-warm corpse, now with a new hole in the forehead. A series of Balkan dialect was exchanged between her sobs, before the aforementioned officer came forward with his pistol. He beat her over the head once, twice, a third time until her screaming finally stopped. She looked up at him from behind the scarf that blew ever-so-slightly in the wind. The last thing that she saw was the flash of his barrel.
The third in the line up was an elderly gentleman with blood already running down his face, about sixty. He had a tanned complexion, dark brown eyes with a short salt-and-pepper beard. The men around the officer began cheering as he raised his pistol to the man, hovering several inches away from his forehead. Crestfallen and defeated, the victim could bare-naught to even look up at his executioner. He closed his eyes, and in another brief flash that distorted the camera ever-so-slightly, it was over.
Soon after that, the officer levels his sidearm on a little boy. His lower jaw is made of metal, some kind of prosthetic, the camera cuts to black.