Many have said if the world of Thenroa is a succulent Roast joint of beef, Yixvark is the rot growing from its insides.
Rumoured to be the only habitable Continent on the hell hole of a planet, it's largest city is known as Senstow. A city in which the poor are brutalized and used as playthings, meanwhile the rich are manipulated. Every Aristocrat, Lord, Lady, Heir, Sire and Duke are what some might call "Walking Piggy Banks" for a ruthless force ruling over Yixvarks people.
The force was an army, one who had conquered this land, using machines of copper, bronze, fire and steel. Legions of soldiers clad in black armor, wielding large rifles and donning metal helmets and gas masks which flooded their lungs with narcotics as they marched the streets. They invoked terror among the populace, bludgeoning the innocent and torturing the brave, they cared not who lived and who died. Their boots shook the earth in a chorus of thumps, their unmistakable approach was heard.
Bottles smashed and distant screams rose as people scrambled over one another to hide, one unlucky man was knocked to the floor, he himself was very old and frail. The fall had sprained his ankle. He quickly looked down the street before attempting to drag himself along the cobblestones to hide. He had reached a thin blanket strewn on the floor near a dumpster and covered himself with it, he pressed himself against the floor, concealing himself with the blanket.
The cobblestones felt cold under him. Unbearably cold. His legs numbed as he heard the footsteps silenced, he shifted the blanket to the side, just enough to see what was occurring. The soldiers were stood in ranks muttering to one another exchanging glances as they did.
However what looked like an officer in a black overcoat with the same gas mask as the soldiers stepped out, behind them was a girl kicking and screaming as she was dragged out into the open her clothes were tatters and her skin purple and blue from the cold. The soldiers all snapped to attention and faced forward.
The old man watched as another one of the 'officers' stepped forward holding a bronze revolver, they aimed at the girls head and she fell silent and made a quiet whimper. The armed officer spoke, even though their voice was very distorted it was clear they were female.
"Now then darling. Where is the rebel leader?" The girl just started to weep and looked down, she gasped when she heard the click from the revolver, the entire street was silent, people in nearby windows watched just out of sight, the old man stayed completely still, listening.
"Please. I don't know." The officer just sighed and lowered the gun, she snapped her fingers and the other strode towards the girl, they then grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her to her feet. She looked into the empty black lenses of the gas mask she could hear them breathing she was that close, then a weird feeling fell over her, as though the officer was seeing into her mind. They then spoke in a deep rasp of a voice, clearly male.
"She's clean. NEXT!" She was then thrown to the side violently. Wasting no time she got to her feet and ran, but she didn't get far as the female officer had fired the revolver at her legs and she fell forward, she lay on the ground, clutching at the bullet hole in her leg, screaming as blood pooled between her fingers.
"Running is a given to get you killed Darling, next time its a headshot." Then another was brought forward, this time a man, his clothes were in much better shape, but they were a patchwork of different materials stitched together to make a rudimentary overcoat. He walked forward on his own accord, no restraints or guards. He knelt down in front of the officer who took two of the five remaining bullets out of the gun, she span it and took aim.
"Now, you. You look like the sort of person who would rebel, so we're gonna play a little game." As she finished speaking he spat at her face only for it to land onto one of her masks lenses. She merely wiped it off before smashing the revolver across his jaw. She then grabbed his face and squeezed. Hard.
"If I wasn't wearing this mask. I would cut out your tongue to teach you a lesson." She then pushed him back and aimed at his head once again. "Now tell me where is the rebel leader? Where's Sparrow Cowl?" The man looked at her and laughed, before groaning in pain, with a smile on his face.
"Well miss. If you were to show me your tits I just might tell you." The officer, using her free hand punched him square in the face with enormous force. To the hidden onlookers it was a surprise she didn't dislocate his jaw. She then pressed the gun against his head and pulled the trigger. The click sounded and echoed, the street was completely silent, the female officer smiled behind her mask.
"Guess you got lucky, we could keep going till you lose your nerve, a lead slug get embedded in your head or we could try the two other paths, one involves you telling us what we want to know and being useful in your last few moments, the other is we pull the information out that fucking head of yours, very painfully." The man just laughed again, this time it was a single sarcastic 'HA' he shook his head and looked down the barrel of the gun.
"Go ahead, keep going, I ain't telling you jack shit, so just shoot me. You ain't getting a god damn thing from me." The officer lowered the gun and once again snapped her fingers, the other officer stepped forward grabbing him and looking into his eyes, the man just kept the same smug grin on his face. But then he felt a strange sensation in his head, almost like someone was pulling his brain. But then the officer holding him spoke to the other.
"No good, the information is over three months old. But . . ." He then grabbed the suspects arm and looked on the back of his hand, a tattoo of a Skull cracked on top with a swirling effect around it was covering most of it. "Necromancer. TAKE THIS ONE TO EPPERKSHIRE!" A group of the soldiers behind the officers came forward and grabbed the man, he just began kicking and screaming as it finally dawned on him what was happening. The remaining officer clapped her hands three times and all the remaining soldiers began their searches of the nearby buildings.
The female officer however spotted a nearby blanket move slightly from the corner of her eye, she turned and walked over, a pale white arm was partially visible under it. She merely took aim and fired, blood soon flowed from under it. The rest of the soldiers began fanning out, searching the streets, the buildings, even the sewers. Some were found, those that were were killed on sight for hiding.
This is how it is in East Senstow. The poor, killed on sight. Rebels tortured for information. And certain 'others' taken away never to be seen again. This is the force controlling Yixvark, this is the methodology they follow, they are the army of a dictator and they are the G.A.S.
Welcome to Thenroa.
