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Dulce Et Decorum Est

Discussion in 'Civ3 - Stories & Tales' started by uknemesis, Jan 19, 2003.

  1. uknemesis

    uknemesis The Nemesis

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    "My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
    Pro patria mori."

    Wilfred Owen

    **Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori translates to "It is good and proper to die for your country"**

    Well I suppose it was inevitable lol, with the Dangerous Games world that I've created in my mind and become so used to that I would have to base another story in it.

    But I've decided to do something that one of my favourite series of books have done - move it into a new age.

    Don't worry, some familiar faces will appear, but you won't have to have read the old Dangerous Games stories to be able to read this one.

    Enjoy, this is just a teaser!

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    Will Carver glanced out the window in fear.

    His old service pistol was tucked into his waistband, none of those damned rioters would get in here.

    Athens was a ruin, the riots had seen to that. But no one was quite sure what had started them.

    A radical group who claimed that Alexander, the long dead King of Greece, who had been deposed by his brother Spartacus due to his evil ways, still lived, and was coming to rule Greece once more, had begun to protest outside the Palace.

    Spartacus, now 75 years old, had advised his son, the now-King of Greece Nicholas, to let the protest continue, since they were not tyrants like Alexander had been.

    The protest had continued, but then a much bigger group, supporters of Spartacus who remembered the last great battle that had finally secured the throne, and remembered Alexander's wicked ways, had come to break it up themselves.

    They were in their forties now, the breed of new recruits who had been relied upon heavily by both sides in the Civil War, and now retired (those who were still in the army listened to their ruler and kept well away).

    The protest became a riot, then a battle as both sides began to gain weapons from the police who tried to break it up.

    Nicholas had called in the Hoplites, the elite of the Greek Army, and now heavily-reformed after their supporting of Alexander.

    But there was a problem, they were too loyal to Nicholas now, and had crushed the Alexander-supporters without mercy, and only then begun to disarm the pro-Royals, most of whom laid down their weapons without a fight, not willing to try and take on such an elite unit.

    The brutality of the Hoplite's actions shocked many Greek people, and Nicholas condemned it. But it was too late, all those who had supported Alexander but kept quiet, or thought that Greece should be a democracy, or anyone who had any argument with the Royal Family, now took to the streets themselves.

    And many were armed and dangerous. Greece didn't have many gun laws - the long-lasting Civil War meant that there were too many weapons lying around the country to be controlled.

    Now Nicholas and Spartacus were trapped in the Palace, surrounded by the Hoplites, refusing to leave despite having had three anti-tank missiles fired at the building.

    The rest of Athens had become a battleground. The only way to put the rebellion down without being accused of favouritism was to call in the Macedonians, long known for their impartiality in such situations.

    But they were not known for their humanity, and were ruthless in crushing the rebellions. While fighting running battles with the rebels, they killed many innocent civilians.

    And the leader of the Athens Guard. That regiment had come out fighting, ignoring all pleas from Nicholas to remain in their barracks, and were now gunning for the Macedonians.

    The TV reports now said that Nicholas and his Hoplites were preparing to fight, and Will believed them. He had been one of Spartacus's "hidden" Hoplites that had been one of the turning points of that final great battle of the Civil War, at Thunder Rift, and knew that the Greek Royals were fighters, not peacemakers.

    He glanced back into the room, and saw his twelve year old son, James, and his eight year old daughter, Jessica, sitting on the sofa hugging their mother as they had since the riots began.

    They were terrified, and Will knew why. This fighting meant that ordinary people couldn't go onto the street without getting shot at, and danger lurked everywhere. Looters and thieves were having a field day, raiding everywhere, and some soldiers supposed to help put down the riots actually just went from house to house breaking down the doors, murdering the inhabitants in most cases, and taking everything they could carry.

    But he had to go out. His son had epilepsy, and needed insulin, and had run out. The chemists had been looted, but he was sure there would still be some there - the looters had gone for the drugs they could sell or would get them high mostly.

    That was another problem of the riots - those who had raided chemists and houses of drug dealers to get their drugs had now run out, and were beginning to get desperate.

    Will shook his head in despair.

    He turned towards the front door, and unlocked it, then slipped out and locked it. He knew his wife, Elizabeth, would have heard him leave, but she knew what he was doing and would comfort the children.

    Besides, the chemists was only down the street.

    Will drew his pistol, knowing to shoot on sight in this city of evil. He had chosen to go at night, since he didn't want to be seen.

    The streetlights had been shot out by all sides, and phone lines had mostly been cut. If it hadn't been for the fact that the electric cables ran underground, and that the power stations were outside of Athens and heavily guarded, he was sure they would have cut the power to every home in Athens.

    The darkness was creepy even for a battle-hardened ex-Hoplite like himself, and he shivered. He told himself it was due to the cold, but he knew it wasn't.

    He crept slowly down the road, noticing some of the houses in the row were derelict, the stench of blood rising from their smashed windows. He was suddenly glad that his house had double glazing, and strong doors, not to mention of course his pistol and fighting skills.

    He saw the chemist ahead, and was amazed that no drug-crazed lowlifes were hanging around.

    He went inside, and pulled a torch from his pocket.

    Where was it?

    He rummaged through the piles of drugs that the raiders had deemed useless, and turned away from the rotting corpse of the owner of the store, murdered trying to defend his livelihood.

    Why didn't you run? Will thought unhappily. A store wasn't worth losing your life over. Shops could be rebuilt, but people couldn't be brought back from the dead.

    He finally found the insulin, and grabbed a few boxes. You never knew how long this may last.

    He had one arm full, carrying the boxes under it, and the other holding his pistol as he emerged from the chemists.

    Right into a band of Hoplites, now determined to restore order.

    "Halt scum!" The Hoplite officer demanded.

    "I'm just getting some insulin for my boy, he needs it for his epilepsy! I used to be a Hoplite myself, I know the law!" Will shouted helplessly.

    "Then I expect you know the punishment the King has ordered. Looters are to be shot! And as far as I can see, you are a looter!"

    Will watched the team of Hoplites raise their rifles, and prayed silently.

    If this were a movie, Nicholas himself would appear to save the day, he thought. But no Royal was coming, and he knew it.

    So this is how it ends... he groaned inwardly. But then he saw his family, dead because they were unable to defend themselves, because their father had not returned.

    It gave him strength, and he dropped all but one box of the insulin. It would be enough for a week or two for James, and by then the riots should be over.

    As the Hoplites fired, he dived towards them, and rolled under their fire.

    His first shot killed the officer, and he ran quickly to duck behind a car.

    The Hoplites began to round on him, and he yanked the door of the car open, quickly climbing in.

    It took him ten seconds to hotwire the car, something he had learnt as a teenager, and that gave the Hoplites time to close.

    They were shooting at the car's windows, which were almost completely destroyed now. Luckily the car itself had a bit more protection, and with his head ducked down Will survived.

    The car started, and he put his foot on the accelerator, knowing the car was facing in roughly the right direction.

    The Hoplites jumped back out of the car's way, and he rose slightly to shoot another two, before steering the car towards his house.

    He turned the corner, and dived from the car, leaving it to continue down the street before coming to a halt. He rushed towards his house.

    The Hoplites hadn't yet reached the corner, and wouldn't for another few seconds, so they wouldn't know where he had gone, Will's mind raced as he pulled out his keys and began to unlock the door.

    He felt guilty for killing those whose job it was to restore order, but he knew it was needed to save his family from the death he had imagined.

    But when he opened the door, that thought suddenly became reality.

    His family were still sat on the sofa, and TV still on. Their heads were turned towards the kitchen, obviously looking towards the intruders. But their peaceful bodies were covered in blood, and each had been sprayed with bullets, as had the sofa.

    Will glanced towards the kitchen, and saw the back door smashed inwards.

    He chucked the insulin on the sofa, his mind numb and his body stiff.

    He looked at the face of his sweet and innocent daughter, and then into the eyes of his beautiful wife. He glanced at his son, the cheeky grin usually on his face instead showing a look of horror.

    Will knelt down infront of them all, and hugged them towards him.

    He never heard the intruders behind him, and didn't really care. His family were dead, and with them, his entire will and reason to live.

    "Drop your gun, raise your hands in the air and stand up," a voice behind him ordered.

    ******************************************

    Comments appreciated, and more will follow soon.

    Thanks!

    Chris AKA Nemesis
     
  2. Jason The King

    Jason The King Deity

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    Very good, nem. I usually dont like these stories, but i couldnt stop reading this one! you better update it quickly ;)

    Jason
     
  3. Ancient Grudge

    Ancient Grudge Its all in this life

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    thats a damn amazing story please post as quickly as possible i couldn't stop reading it.

    Hurry up and post please its been 13 hours already ;)
     
  4. Revolutionairy

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    This is very out of order!

    You give us a ciff hanger.... Cant wait for the update
     
  5. uknemesis

    uknemesis The Nemesis

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    Will slowly stood, and stooped to put his gun down by his wife's bullet-ridden corpse.

    His hand placed the gun down onto the sofa, into a bloodstain.

    The squelch, and the feel of blood woke him from his daze, and now he had just one thought on his mind.

    Revenge. To kill as many as he could of those who had murdered his family before he died.

    The intruders didn't realise he still had his gun until he had already begun to turn.

    And by then it was too late. Will's Hoplite training kicked in, and he became a killing machine.

    The first double-shot burst rang out, quickly silencing the leader of the group.

    Will jumped sideways while firing a second burst, and aimed at two of the intruders, that he now realised were Macedonian renegades.

    Only two left.

    Bullets sprayed around Will as he now threw himself towards the Macedonians, dodging as he ran trying to avoid the bullets.

    It didn't stop one lodging itself in his left arm, and he was wrenched towards that side by the force of it.

    But it didn't stop his charge, and he fired one bullet into the forehead of one of the rebels.

    He turned towards the other, who was shaking like a leaf, aiming the AK47 at him.

    And realised the magazine on his pistol was empty.

    The other magazines were in his coat, which was on the stand by the door - behind the rebel. The AKs of the fallen rebels were too near to the rookie, as Will had now branded him, and too far away.

    The AK47 came up, even as the hands holding it trembled.

    Will pointed the pistol at the forehead of the trembling youngster, who looked to be about nineteen.

    "I used to be in the Hoplites. You have no chance kiddo. Just get out of here, I know that you were probably forced into going with this band of idiots, cause I can tell from your shaking that you've never killed anyone."

    The teenager nodded slowly, then turned and darted for the door.

    But not before Will had thrown himself towards him, and did a forward roll to land near the fallen AK47s.

    He picked one up, and before the teenager even had time to look round or get anywhere near the back door, Will had calmly fired a burst of machine gun rounds into his back and neck.

    The boy fell forwards, the blood forward from the initial impact of the bullets. He gurgled, before Will put him out of his misery with a bullet straight to the head.

    "No mercy you murdering scum." Will growled, and turned towards the other fallen bodies. One of those that he had shot with only one bullet was still moving. It seemed that his bullet had only pierced the lung of that man, and missed his heart.

    Will aimed with his gun, then realised that it would make more noise, and he could already hear the surviving Hoplites coming closer.

    He grabbed a kitchen knife, and slit the throat of all of the murderers quickly.

    He didn't want any to survive. They had to rot in Hell for what they had done.

    He kissed his family one last time, then turned to leave. But seeing his butchered family again just brought back the anger.

    When the Hoplites finally kicked the door in, they found a murdered family, and decapitated Macedonian rebels.

    *******************************

    Will was well away by that time, his final savage act of revenge complete.

    The Hoplites would find the heads of those murdering scum on the mantlepiece when their eyes were finally dragged away from the nightmare scene. And with them, a hastily scribbled note.

    Beware those who caused this. You will pay the ultimate price.

    He now was reasoning with himself who else was to blame for his family's death. He knew the Hoplites had slowed him down, but he had already killed their leader, and for once he judged that was revenge enough - the others were simply taking orders like he once had.

    No, those responsible were the idiots who had let this happen.

    The idiots who had started it all were those pro-Alexander idiots, but he saw their point now. The current King was an idiot - he had ordered Macedonians here for God's sake! Everyone knew that whenever Macedonians entered Greece all they caused was death!

    But then that jumped up Spartacus-wannabe in the Palace was a Macedonian at heart, and was stupid to boot. At least Spartacus had a conscience that helped him control his Macedonian tendencies, but Nicholas had never learned from his mistakes.

    Damn Macedonians! All they do is murder and pillage! Will thought. His heart now burned with a hatred of Macedonians, but they were only here because one man had ordered them to come here.

    Nicholas.

    And for that, he decided, Nicholas had to die.

    ***********************************

    More to come soon!

    Comments really appreciated, honest!

    Thanks for reading

    Chris AKA Nemesis
     
  6. Revolutionairy

    Revolutionairy President for life

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    I'm hooked already

    keep on writing
     
  7. Ancient Grudge

    Ancient Grudge Its all in this life

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    I'm hooked as well your stories are always amazing..... :)
     
  8. EQandcivfanatic

    EQandcivfanatic Zailing Captain Retired Moderator

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    Good, glad you made a sixth one
     
  9. Flying Elephant

    Flying Elephant Chieftain

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    One problem. Epileptics do not need insulin. If you must steal the old movie cliche 'He needs insulin or he'll die' do try to remember that it's diabetes.

    Other than that, fair enough
     
  10. uknemesis

    uknemesis The Nemesis

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    lol already been made aware of that at 'Poly, my mistake I know.

    Nemesis
     
  11. Ancient Grudge

    Ancient Grudge Its all in this life

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    and here was me thinking you had updated the story i was so happy and now im just so disappointed :(
     
  12. Jason The King

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    Great story nem. Keep writing (and lauch an nes for God's sake! :)).

    Ancient Grudge - was that saying you didnt like it? perhaps you can help him improve it then.

    Jason
     
  13. Ancient Grudge

    Ancient Grudge Its all in this life

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    no i was saying i was dissapointed that he didnt post his story................ where did i say i didnt like it

    "I'm hooked as well your stories are always amazing.....:)"

    who said that earlier on ermmmmmm errrrr ME
     
  14. uknemesis

    uknemesis The Nemesis

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    Spartacus, the abdicated King of Greece, slowly drifted off to sleep at midnight. He had gone to bed tired at eleven, but had been kept awake thinking of solutions to the riot.

    Nicholas's Hoplites had only added more fuel to the fire, as imposing martial law forced the criminals to find hiding places - and many simply took over the houses of innocent people. And skilled though the Hoplites were, they simply couldn't check every house, as the criminals would slip away while the Hoplites checked one area, then return once they were gone. Also, the two regiments that were fighting had caused their sister regiments to arrive, and now Athens was becoming the focal point of battles caused by friction between the cultural and religious groups that made up the Greek Empire.

    As he slept, he dreamed of the old Greece - the Greece ruled by King Phillip, so ruthlessly murdered by his own son, Alexander. It had later turned out that Phillip was also Spartacus's father. Spartacus had only found that out after the Minister of Defence had requested his help in overthrowing the barbaric Alexander, in the middle of an invasion of Russia.

    Spartacus had been Phillip and Alexander's best General, winning battles in Russia to save Alexander's skin, only to have that fateful visit by the Minister of Defence, who had a video of Alexander murdering his father. Spartacus had escaped an immediate assassination attempt by Alexander which killed the Minister, and fled to Athens, where he managed to show the video on TV, and escape the TV station's skyscraper before Alexander ordered it bombed to the ground with all the innocent civilians still inside.

    Spartacus had led a revolution against Alexander, and had eventually been crowned King after supposedly killing Alexander, and a few scuffles with some would-be rebels.

    Thirty years later, Spartacus had to fight a war with Germany, after they took Nicholas hostage. He had won it after some major battles, but had "died" of a heart attack soon after.

    What had actually happened is that Spartacus went undercover, having realised that someone was working against him. When Alexander revealed himself as still being alive, and stole the throne from Nicholas, Spartacus had been ready to lead the final battle against Alexander, and Alexander had once and for all been killed.

    Spartacus shivered at the memories, the perfect Greece at the start of the dream being ruined in such ways, and now once again being on the verge of another civil war.

    It was always the enemies within which caused the most devastation in Greece, and now he saw that face once more.

    Alexander.

    Spartacus was now in his bedroom, looking towards the sliding windows that opened onto the balcony.

    And there stood Alexander, looking the same as he had the day he killed his father and began all the troubles.

    Alexander stepped out onto the balcony, and walked out of view. Then he re-appeared, but looking like he did the day that he had fought Spartacus had Thunder Rift, the day that finally ended the Greek Civil War.

    "It seems you failed to kill me once again, dear brother." Alexander's mocking voice filled the room.

    Then the figure walked away as the first image had, and this time an older man walked in.

    He looked a lot like Spartacus, but he was nothing like him inside.

    It was Alexander again, but now slightly older than Spartacus, about 78. He was still strong and agile, just like Spartacus.

    "Sweet dreams, dear brother." Alexander's voice once again shook Spartacus, and he began to mentally fight the images.

    He woke drenched in sweat, and sat up.

    Then he shivered as he felt the cold air hit his skin.

    The door to the balcony was still open.

    And Alexander still stood there.

    ***********************************************

    That's all for tonight folks lol! More to come soon, sorry for delay before this update, been very busy lol.

    Comments appreciated!

    Thanks
    Chris AKA Nemesis
     
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    curse you for the suspense!
     
  16. Ancient Grudge

    Ancient Grudge Its all in this life

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    ohhhhhh damn you damn you. that is so unfair :(
     
  17. Jason The King

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    your going to hell, nem!
     
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    Spartacus rushed to get out of bed, and got his legs caught in the blanket. He fell to the floor, and rolled to a kneeling position.

    He couldn't remember his hand grabbing his pistol from under his pillow, but it had, and now he held it towards the balcony door.

    And there was no-one there.

    Damn, Spartacus cursed, he must have got away while I was rolling around.

    But the balcony door was still open...

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    "Dad, you probably imagined it, the riots have been hard on all of us." Nicholas tried to re-assure his father, who was still searching the balcony and gardens with a team of Hoplites.

    "Son, I'm not mad, don't you dare try and say I am! I know what I saw, and I saw Alexander!" Spartacus growled, furious at his son for not believing him, and beginning to doubt himself.

    "Father, I'm not trying to say you are mad, but that we are all under stress, it could have been an illusion, a figment from your dream carrying over into reality." Nicholas snapped back, in the voice he usually reserved for giving orders to the Hoplites.

    Spartacus just shrugged and stormed off.

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    Father and son soon made up, and the incident was put aside as more Greek regiments arrived, and so did some Macedonian ones.

    The Athens Avengers, sister regiment to the Athens Guard, but fanatically loyal to Nicholas after he became their honourary leader after Thunder Rift, now stood between those regiments coming towards Athens and the capital, where the Hoplites were beginning to win the battle, with the two regiments becoming loyal again platoon by platoon, as Nicholas isolated pro-anarchists and executed them, leaving only those loyal to Greece or to him.

    But the new regiments couldn't be allowed to get in.

    Spartacus was going to keep the peace in the city while Nicholas went to confront the new threat.

    This would work in Nicholas's favour, as still more people were loyal to Spartacus than to Nicholas, and would not fight a man that many considered the grandfather of modern Greece, and so more Athens Guard and Macedonian mercenaries would halt their feud. Spartacus was still the same general he had been fifty years ago, and would easily be able to cope with any new threats in the city.

    In actual fact, Nicholas reflected, Dad's better than me at seeing the threat early and eradicating it, in any way necessary. He felt safe leaving his father in control - he was one of the few people Nicholas could really trust.

    As Nicholas sat quietly thinking, Spartacus brought the council of war to a close, and preparations were made.

    ***************************************

    Nicholas climbed into the Black Hawk, to be carried across the city with his command company of Hoplites to meet up with the Avengers.

    The rest of the Hoplites would remain with Spartacus, to be his main force to keep the peace in the city.

    As the helicopter took off, Nicholas began to think about his father's illusions.

    He didn't want to alarm his father, who he was sure was in his twilight years, but Nicholas was worried by what his father had seen.

    Someone was controlling these riots, he was sure, but he had no idea who. He hoped it was just an Athens crime boss looking for his big break, but he feared it wasn't.

    No, he feared that Alexander had returned.

    But he's dead, he has to be, Nicholas frowned. Alexander's body had been DNA tested by the Hoplites, under the eyes of Justin and Josh, and with Spartacus and Nicholas looking in every now and then. It had been him, and he had definitely been dead.

    Which meant if his father saw what he thought he saw, and Nicholas did believe him, then it was an imposter.

    But who would gain from pretending to be Alexander? Admittedly, it would gain them a lot of support from those in Greece who still opposed Spartacus and Nicholas, but they wouldn't gain enough support unless they really were Alexander.

    Nicholas was thinking this through as the Black Hawk began to dive, and klaxons began to sound.

    "Red alert, missile fired!" the radar operator shouted. "Missile locked on!"

    Chaff shot from the back of the Black Hawk, specially adapted to carry royalty in security, and it cut out the engines to execute a sharp dive behind the missile, and the engines kicked back in to swoop the chopper down into the streets of Athens, in sharp turns around skyscrapers.

    The missile turned, and dived, and began to follow.

    "How long can we keep it off our tail?" Nicholas demanded.

    "Until it runs out of fuel, we hope." The pilot shouted back.

    Another SAM was launched from the streets that the Black Hawk was swooping over, and hit before the radar operator even had time to shout a warning.

    The Black Hawk plunged downwards, heading straight for the poorer area of the city, where the rebels still held sway.

    And towards the house of one Will Carver.

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    More to come tomorrow! Comments appreciated!

    Thanks for reading,

    Chris AKA Nemesis
     
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    hmmmmm, this has turned even more interesting
     
  20. Jason The King

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    keep it up nem! and stop with those cliff hangars, will u!

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