Epics of Noche 4, Asylum

EON CH 05

GENOCIDE.

1774, NOVEMBER 29th, TUESDAY 12:03 am.

The Grave brothers sat in an impromptu courtroom that was being set up in the auditorium. Blue held out his phone and showed it to Red.

"Are the edits to the recording done?" He asked.

"They are. The trap is baited and set," Blue said. "Now we just need to wait for Noche to walk into it."

"Master will be so pleased," Red grinned, took out a piece of butterscotch candy, and popped it in his mouth. "Let's review the video while we wait."

A few hours earlier, the Grave brothers sat in the President's office.

"The PLC village is about half a day's travel by vehicle?" Red asked.

"That's right... This will be extreme. Even by our standards," Blue said. "I understand our master wants Noche's sentence to be beyond a shadow of a doubt. But if they're going to die anyways, is the extra cruelty necessary?"

"We know others who have done worse. Who knows how many Boxy Love has killed."

"I get that. I understand hard choices must be made. That's what a leader does. Makes the choices others are too weak to. I'm just saying, if death must come, it should come swiftly."

"Cruelty is a part of life... We both survived being tortured and came out stronger for it."

"But this isn't a crucible to weed out weakness. We're not doing this to savor the process of determining how strong someone is. It's slaughter for the sake of slaughter."

"You've always been the more sympathetic one," Red chuckled. "It needs to be done."

Blue nodded. "It does."

The two locked eyes with each other and stared for a few moments. Then Red picked up a radio communicator and paused a little longer.

"Medusa was too weak. Allowing that infestation to rot... Removing it from the map will only help the cause of freeing Create," he turned the radio on. "Golf, Echo, November, Oscar, Charlie, India, Delta, Echo."

There was a moment of silence.

"Rodger boss," the radio responded. "Code as been received. It will be done."

Red put down the radio and turned to Blue.

"Well brother, we have just opened Pandora's box," he said.

"The hell we've just unleashed is for the freedom of Create."

Red nodded. "For the freedom of Create."

Elsewhere, a mother duck and her small ducklings walked out of a pond and onto a dirt path. As they crossed the road, the world started to rumble. Ten jeeps came crashing forth – half of the ducklings were crushed into red past as cars rushed over them. These vehicles didn't stop until they reached the outskirts of Tak's home, the PLC village.

Outside were some villagers that celebrated the construction of a new home. The moment they popped a wine bottle was the same instant all those jeep doors were flung open. Mercenaries armed to the teeth came out, formed a line, and raised their assault rifles. Before anyone could react there was a torrent of gunfire.

It was a quick slaughter, ten people fell dead before the new house. An RPG was aimed towards the massive, fenced-off power subsidiary. The explosion was massive – it destroyed the drive interruption barrier and caused all the lights to go out. Then the statue of Boxy Love was targeted next and chunks of flaming rock were sent flying in all directions.