11-27-2021, 10:17 PM
On the night of the riot Amaru gathered with others, then as he was eating he heard an explosion from the maintenance building. From the hills, dozens of armed people rushed down from the hills, guns at their sides. A collective cheer went up from the prisoners. The guards tried to quickly maintain order, but there were too many people, guards were simply overpowered despite their weapons. Amaru dodged as an electric baton was swung right by him. “Right,” he thought.
“Time to carry out my part of the plan”
The broadcast center was a small building that controlled cameras that played footage of the camp for propaganda purposes, there were shows like Camp 117 or Life in the Work Camps that tried to scare people away, and make people look down upon those who were jailed. By the time he came inside, he saw some other workers, messing with the broadcast equipment. They had to quickly understand how it worked, reinforcements would soon be on their way.
“Alright, should I go live,” another convict said
“Hit it,” Amaru said
He prepped himself, he would have to do it. He wondered in other countries if they could translate from Huscarian? He saw the red light go on and began to speak.
“Hello people of Huscar Sun, we the workers of this camp have been forced to work under extreme conditions without a fair trial by a system that sends people to work to til they die, some have been executed. We demand New Huscar, by the people, We don’t hate Hus, we are believers in him, and he would not want this, all of the gods of heaven do not want this, so people of Huscar, Rise Up!, to the rest of the world Wake UP!. You may not understand us but support us, wake up to what there doing, Long Live the People and Long Live a New Huscar”
The Crew of the Northern Highway Project, were now armed with the latest technology taken from the guards. A helicopter had come earlier to rain down fire on them, but they destroyed it thanks to some shots from the tunnel. The mining weapon had destroyed the engine, exploding it. A group was being put together to smuggle the footage out of the country, there was a boat waiting, that would try to sail to Sarin Island there with the help of local fighters they would try to cross the sea to Eiria.
In the predawn darkness Amaru and the rest of the fighters left the camp, they hiked towards the rim of the mountains.
“So what's the way out of here,” Amaru asked
“Over that ridge, we are hoping to find a pass-through, because the roads to the South I assume are guarded,” a woman in camo said, she was leading the group.
“I still don't like the idea of a woman leading us over the mountain,” said an older bearded man behind Amaru
“If this was Kerille, I swear i would turn you in” she said jokingly
The forests, transitioned into low green bushes, separated by large boulders.
“Up there,” the guide said
She was pointing at a dip in the sharp narrow ridge, there was a low dip in the terrain that could be crossed.
“What if there is a cliff on the other side of the ridge?” Amaru asked
“Then there is a cliff on the other side, come on” she responded
From up close it was a 7-foot sharp outcropping, with narrow bits of grass, clinging to the sides.
All of them went up one at a time, each looking for footholds or ledges in the rock. Overhead a candor soared through the pass above them, it was almost like they were climbing the steps leading into a massive door between the mountains. When Amaru climbed over the top he paused, below them a narrow stone path clinging to the mountain led down into a valley of palm trees and farmlands, then by the water a small town.
“This is Chimina Valley” he said
“Yes indeed, and I am a local” the woman said
“So all of you are CVRA?” he asked
“Yes, I assume you have heard of our oppression”
“Yeah, though back in Suyn Central the government tries to portray you as unbelievers”
“But were not, we still worship Hus”
“Why do they hate you”
“Because we have something they want-Asvela”
“You mean the alcohol stuff the rich people drink and yet is sold to the world as this miracle substance?”
“Yes, that's the one, the Chimina have been making it for centuries, they often force us to make it for them of farms,” she said
“Yeah, I notice there are a lot of farms, at least in the inland” he responded watching cars rumble along a dirt road cutting through the fields
“They bring us in, make us work for very little food and then give the world is “fat burning solution” or whatever they call it on the outside”
“Time to carry out my part of the plan”
The broadcast center was a small building that controlled cameras that played footage of the camp for propaganda purposes, there were shows like Camp 117 or Life in the Work Camps that tried to scare people away, and make people look down upon those who were jailed. By the time he came inside, he saw some other workers, messing with the broadcast equipment. They had to quickly understand how it worked, reinforcements would soon be on their way.
“Alright, should I go live,” another convict said
“Hit it,” Amaru said
He prepped himself, he would have to do it. He wondered in other countries if they could translate from Huscarian? He saw the red light go on and began to speak.
“Hello people of Huscar Sun, we the workers of this camp have been forced to work under extreme conditions without a fair trial by a system that sends people to work to til they die, some have been executed. We demand New Huscar, by the people, We don’t hate Hus, we are believers in him, and he would not want this, all of the gods of heaven do not want this, so people of Huscar, Rise Up!, to the rest of the world Wake UP!. You may not understand us but support us, wake up to what there doing, Long Live the People and Long Live a New Huscar”
The Crew of the Northern Highway Project, were now armed with the latest technology taken from the guards. A helicopter had come earlier to rain down fire on them, but they destroyed it thanks to some shots from the tunnel. The mining weapon had destroyed the engine, exploding it. A group was being put together to smuggle the footage out of the country, there was a boat waiting, that would try to sail to Sarin Island there with the help of local fighters they would try to cross the sea to Eiria.
In the predawn darkness Amaru and the rest of the fighters left the camp, they hiked towards the rim of the mountains.
“So what's the way out of here,” Amaru asked
“Over that ridge, we are hoping to find a pass-through, because the roads to the South I assume are guarded,” a woman in camo said, she was leading the group.
“I still don't like the idea of a woman leading us over the mountain,” said an older bearded man behind Amaru
“If this was Kerille, I swear i would turn you in” she said jokingly
The forests, transitioned into low green bushes, separated by large boulders.
“Up there,” the guide said
She was pointing at a dip in the sharp narrow ridge, there was a low dip in the terrain that could be crossed.
“What if there is a cliff on the other side of the ridge?” Amaru asked
“Then there is a cliff on the other side, come on” she responded
From up close it was a 7-foot sharp outcropping, with narrow bits of grass, clinging to the sides.
All of them went up one at a time, each looking for footholds or ledges in the rock. Overhead a candor soared through the pass above them, it was almost like they were climbing the steps leading into a massive door between the mountains. When Amaru climbed over the top he paused, below them a narrow stone path clinging to the mountain led down into a valley of palm trees and farmlands, then by the water a small town.
“This is Chimina Valley” he said
“Yes indeed, and I am a local” the woman said
“So all of you are CVRA?” he asked
“Yes, I assume you have heard of our oppression”
“Yeah, though back in Suyn Central the government tries to portray you as unbelievers”
“But were not, we still worship Hus”
“Why do they hate you”
“Because we have something they want-Asvela”
“You mean the alcohol stuff the rich people drink and yet is sold to the world as this miracle substance?”
“Yes, that's the one, the Chimina have been making it for centuries, they often force us to make it for them of farms,” she said
“Yeah, I notice there are a lot of farms, at least in the inland” he responded watching cars rumble along a dirt road cutting through the fields
“They bring us in, make us work for very little food and then give the world is “fat burning solution” or whatever they call it on the outside”
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